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Early Morning

It was only seven when Rick woke up in the chalet he booked to organise a small gathering with his friends. Although it was still early, there was no one around except for Faith, who was soundly asleep on the bed. Seeing that the comfortable bed was freed, he hopped on it to continue his sleep, away from the mattress that who-knows-how-many has slept on. Just before he could fall back into sleep, Faith rolled over and leaned her face on his arm, hand landing on his chest as though they were a couple. Her faded long t-shirt had raised to her waist, exposing her white FBTs underneath.

Well, Rick’s hard on had began flushing his mind with impure thoughts of taking advantage of this situation, although he knew how risky it was. Her boyfriend was his friend as well, but was out with the rest, probably for breakfast or a morning beach walk. Placing his hand on her thigh, he was getting excited with the fair, shaved legs that flowed up the tight piece of shorts. Gliding upwards, his fingers led the way and he was pleasantly surprised with a lack of the standard netting, or any signs of panties along her hips.

Since he had gone this far, might as well right? Very slowly, he moved his hand to the centre of the shorts, fingers still trying to make out if she was really panty-less. The transition to her pussy met no resistance, not even a g-string. He daringly ran his fingers along her slit, and it woke her up in a jolt.

Faith: ‘Rick! What the fuck!’

His mouth immediately went to hers and kissed hard. He pushed his tongue against her lips while his fingers continued to rub on her pussy. Splitting her pussy with his fingers, the middle finger was vibrating quickly on her clit. In no time, she was giving in to the furious attack of his fingers, lips parting with her hormones raging.

He did not allow her to speak a word, but focused on turning her on until moans began to escape from her sweet smelling face, glowing from the sunlight shooting through the unkempt curtains. Faith had kept her eyes closed from this unwanted foreplay, but there was nothing she could do to herself. Lust was felt in her tongue, brushing at his while her legs parted to welcome him. With the expanded space, he reached deeper down her cunt and pushed a finger into her.

Faith opened her eyes in shock and whispered to stop him. There was no stopping of what he did until he was satisfied, but he listened, and slowed down so she could open herself up to him. Her shirt was lifted up to her chest, and the braless state quickly attracted his lips like bees to flowers. The pink tips erected at the vicious flicks of his tongue, sending her into a shiver while using her hands to push his fingers deeper.

Faith: ‘I want you inside me.’

That sentence needed no reply. Rick undid his pants to his knees and climbed on top of her. The shorts was easily pushed to the side, giving his dick a direct passage to her love hole. With that pussy well lubricated and relaxed. A strong shove sent his meat deep into her and she exclaimed with a muffled scream. He started to ram her hard and sank his stick balls-deep. The slapping sounds was unmistakable. Their bodies were stuck together, hips pounding on the stationary girl with her legs raised in the air.

Suddenly, her phone rang and she sobered up from the frenzy sex they were having.

Faith: ‘Shhh.. boyfriend.’

Rick picked himself up and parked himself inside her, in a sitting position perpendicular.

Faith (over the phone): ‘Hello?.. Just awake.. Rick is downstairs.. Nope. Not hungry.. *silence*’

A do or die thought flashed through Rick’s mind and he began moving in and out of her. Her eyes rolled up in a tremble while she tried to slow her breathing down. The replies she gave was greatly suspicious, but his hands on her ankles had prevented her from kicking him away.

Faith (over the phone): ‘Okay.. see you later.’

She made sure to cut the line before letting her pent up moans echo in the cold room. After the phone call, Rick could tell she was much wilder than before. Her pussy tightened and her body got more sensitive.

Rick: ‘Like it?’
Faith: ‘It’s so scary! But I like it. Let’s change position.’

She turned around on her fours after he pulled out, and kept her knees opened for him to enter. He got into position and thrust his dick in without warning. Her chest jerked backwards onto his body and he made small but quick thrusts into her. The speed was driving her insane, and after a few seconds, her arms were on the bed again, desperately trying to maintain her good impression.

Faith: ‘I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me harder.’

Hearing that, he gladly complied. He shifted his hands from her waist to her shoulders, pulling her backwards to his dick. It was something she had never felt before. He was dipping his way to the deepest spot, never reached before by her boyfriend.

The two bodies pounded like bunnies for at least ten minutes before Faith began to contract her pussy. It was heavenly but devastating to his mind. This lovely girl had been promoted from a good friend, to a lady he could never look at the same way again. She pushed her butt backwards and made him sit on the bed, while her hips shifted to an ankle-sitting position.

Now, he was the one to lay relaxed on the bed while her butt slammed down on his groin. In front of him was his dick, appearing and disappearing like magic.

Rick: ‘Faith.. I am cumming soon.’
Faith: ‘Just shoot. I’m on the pill.’

He raised his hips in synchronisation to her up-down motion, sending his dick deeper into her. Her moans were also increasing in pitch, and body was getting wetter from perspiration. Finally, his cum made their way out and shot into her vagina. All the while he was cumming, she repeatedly moaned I can feel you inside me, oh yes! more more!. She had never appeared his slutty in his eyes, and he loved how crazy she could get. Just as the last squirt squeezed his dick dry, a tad of jealousy brought him back to reality.

She fell forward and crawled away, letting his dick resume it’s upright state and laid in a mess on the bed. He took his time to wear his shorts back, and watched as she adjusted her FBTs.

Rick: ‘Who is better?’
Faith: ‘You. I can still feel your warmth inside me.’
Rick: ‘Why isn’t Sam satisfying you?’
Faith: ‘He is. Just not as long and lasting as you. He can’t go fast too.’

Rick was happy to hear that, but there was little hope of getting her often in future too. He made his way down to the kitchen just as the group came back. Faith too, was at the stairs getting down to the first floor. While the rest unpacked some tidbits, Rick and Faith were alone in the kitchen washing the previous’ day BBQ mess.

Faith (whispering): ‘Now I know who I can find when I need to relieve myself. Sam always said love is not about sex. And I get what he meant. You won’t mind right?’
Rick (whispering loudly): ‘Of course not! He can love you, I can pleasure you.’

He gave a smack on her butt with the rest right outside at the dining table, keeping her a little temptation of their new found connection.

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Carrying

As Nigel sat near the bus entrance, it was easy for him to feed off the eye candies boarding at each stop. His RayBan sunglasses were on in the prime afternoon sun and it served well as a guard, allowing none of those staring eyes to spot him. Just as he got sleepy under the cooling breeze from the air vents, a lady in her thirties appeared after some struggle to get her ez-link card out. In her hands were bags of groceries from NTUC, and even her shoulders were occupied by the environmental friendly cloth bags.

She had knocked onto him as she placed the bags on the platform beside him, but managed to get her card scanned at the next stop. Unable to carry her stuff to the back for a good seat, Nigel shifted himself to the empty seat beside and she smiled sweetly at him, whispering a soft ‘thanks’. Her black hair had its ends curled, running down her shoulders, covering part of the black Mango tank top she wore. Her slightly muscular legs was slim, but not too thin to a scare.

Sitting next to him in that short denim skirt, she looked mature in every way, but her polite attitude was what caught Nigel’s attention. Although he was keen to get himself a shower under the heat, his mind was coming up with excuses to stay with her longer. And after a few bus stops, his pick up skills were put to the test.

Nigel: ‘Can I help you?’

At that instant, the handle of a heavier plastic bag slipped and weighed her down, creating a chain reaction to the cloth bag on her shoulder with streaks of redness underneath. One of the grips had slipped and a tearing sound was heard. With the rest of the passengers staring at her embarrassing delay, Nigel needed no cue to pick the rest of the shopping bags and alighted before her, while she stayed for a few more seconds at the door trying to tap her card out.

Lady: ‘I’m so sorry for making you alight. You can just leave the bags on the seat, I can manage.’

Nigel: ‘It’s alright miss, I can carry them for you. The bag on your shoulder is tearing apart.’

She checked on the bag he spoke about and realised it was so close to giving way. Having no other choice, she spent some time adjusting the bags and he took over a few more so she could hug the more delicate groceries.

They walked a few minutes to her block and he gracefully helped her to the door, so she could open it. Flinging his shoes outside, he made his way in and she quickly helped to lighten his load.

Girl (shouting): ‘Mummy!’

Lady (shouting): ‘Yes girl. Hang on a minute k? I got your ice cream.’

Nigel couldn’t resist but smiled hearing that she had bought something for the excited girl’s voice coming from a room.

Lady: ‘Take a seat. I’ll get you some drinks.’

Nigel: ‘It’s okay. Why don’t you get her ice cream first?’

She rushed to one of the bags and took out a 2 litre tub, clumsily scooping some into a bowl, and then disappearing into her daughter’s room where she spent another few minutes. During the wait on the sofa, he was admiring the beautiful decorated house, until she appeared again, looking even better covered in perspiration.

Lady: ‘Here, have this. Thank you so much for your help. It’s so embarrassing on the bus when everyone waited for me.’

Nigel: ‘Well, that’s how it is in Singapore. Everyone is in a hurry.’

Lady: ‘Except you! I’m Eliza.’

Nigel: ‘And I am Nigel. Beautiful house you have.’

Eliza: ‘Thanks. Would you like to stay for dinner? It’s getting late.’

Nigel: ‘I would hate to impose on you.’

Eliza: ‘It’s nothing. Let me get changed. And you can rest while I cook.’

She went into a room opposite her daughter’s and right then, a girl in her teens appeared, shocked at his appearance.

Girl: ‘Mummy, is that your friend?’

And after that was followed by a softened conversation. She went into the kitchen for a drink and went back to her room, giving Nigel a quick indulgence in her braless-long-tshirt state. Eliza returned to the kitchen in a similar long shirt and he followed suit, helping her to prepare the ingredients while they chatted. Unknown to Eliza, Nigel was a gastro-consultant, apt in cooking and coming up with recipes on the spot.

Eliza: ‘Wow, you are a good cook.’

Nigel: ‘And you are a beautiful mom.’

A flush of blush flashed through her face and she kept quiet, silently glad that she could still appear attractive to the younger generation. As his shirt got stuck on his body from the stove from sweating, he realised that she was standing behind him, watching him ‘perform’ on the wok. His concentration was a little blurry by then, as he could smell the subtle fragrance from her.

Suddenly, her hands went to his waist and pulled his shirt off, running down his chest once she placed the wet t-shirt on the dining table. Slipping her fingers into his shorts, his hard on was frantically rising, as though trying to reach her fingers too. Quickly, he grabbed her hands before they could move further and froze.

Nigel: ‘Your daughter.. ‘

Eliza: ‘Shhh.. I told her to stay in her room until dinner is ready.’

Nigel: ‘But you’re distracting me.’

Eliza: ‘So should I stop? You’re turning me on with your focused look.’

In her mind, ‘no’ kept chanting like a bee’s buzz, hoping he could let her have him for a little while.

Nigel: ‘I think it will keep me energised.’

The buttons on his shorts were undone and zipper lowered, leaving his underwear just below his rod after she tugged at it. Stroking gently while standing behind him, he was trembling from her skilful yet careful handjob. She then leaned her head next to his ears and whispered something that made him twitched.

Eliza (whispering): ‘You are really big.’

Pouring a little olive oil in her palm, her strokes went faster, and Nigel quickly plated the one delicious stir-fried chicken in oyster sauce on a clean plate she prepared for him. Once done, she turned him around and pulled him by the neck to the wooden dining table, sitting just at the edge. He reached backwards for the bottle of oyster sauce and placed it on the table, before sliding his hands under her shirt to remove whatever underneath, if there was any.

Pushing his shoulders down, he grabbed the bottle and tilted it over her groin, dripping a few drops down her pussy. She had not showered since they got home, but it was cleanly washed, with a triangular trimmed pubic. Diving in for the fresh ‘oyster’, he licked her continuously and helped himself to the sauce that lubricated her pearl. Soft moans were coming out of her pink lips, and his dick was dying for some attention.

Standing back up, he was about to enter her when she stopped him, going over to the stove where the basket of veggie was waiting to be cooked. He let her get in position and arranged all the seasoning where she could reach and flipped her shirt to her waist.

Spreading her legs apart, he stood between them and straightened his knees, putting his plug slowly into her. As his olive oiled dick sank into her, her hands could no longer hold onto the wooden spoon. Flicking the fire off, Nigel held onto her waist and pounded her hard, weakening her knees and making her moan with the sizzling sounds from the wok.

Eliza (moaning): ‘You’re too big!’

He used his hand to cover her mouth while giving her the wildest fuck, ramming so deep into her that an orgasm blasted her body till she collapsed to the floor. Still undone with his thrusts, he went down on his knees and doggied her again, this time, closing her legs so he could have a better feel. As her pussy tightened from the ongoing orgasms, Nigel couldn’t hold out any longer too.

Nigel (whispering): ‘You’re getting too tight! I’m gonna cum!’

Eliza: ‘Inside me.’

He reached around her to give both of her boobs a massage and she squeezed him even more. Feeling his dick pumping quicker inside her, Eliza was in the heavens all the way until his load began to warm her insides. He did not stop but kept going until juices were dripping down her thighs. To end their unexpected encounter, he pulled out of her slowly after a few attempts of her backing onto him to keep him inside.

Once he was out, he picked her up and settled her on the chair, while he wore his pants back and finished cooking the vegetables. And as soon as the rice cooker clicked, her daughter appeared and she helped to get the rice, while the awkward pair ate their dinner quietly. That night, Eliza’s mind was filled with scenes of the kitchen sex, having his hot dick pounding inside, closely brushing on the walls of her sensitive pussy, and then replaying the hot load of cum entering her.

After she saw the lights of her girl’s room went off, her fingers went to her clit, and gently rubbed herself to sleep, wetting the bed while wishing Nigel to be sleeping beside her.

Nigel (SMS): ‘Let me know when you are buying groceries again? I can help.’

Eliza (SMS): ‘Sure thing. You can come over to cook for me anytime.’

He took, was jerking himself off while texting her, unknown that she was masturbating to him as well. It was definitely a random encounter and the image of her pantyless with the scent of oyster, was just so tantalising.

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Friend’s Mum

Anthony: ‘Hi Auntie.’

Auntie: ‘You can call me Kelly. So you are the guy my daughter is going out with?’

Anthony: ‘Yeah.’

Auntie: ‘Finally she brought you home for me to see.’

Lin had her hands around his arm the entire time to show her mum how much she was into him, and the lack of usual criticism was playing well to her advantage. Seeing that her daughter had spent the night out on her project, Aunt sat Anthony down and went to the kitchen to make drinks for them. Her dad appeared out of the master bedroom gave a simple ‘hi’, before stepping out of the house to work. He yelled for Lin and she shouted in reply for him to wait. It was a routine to send her to school on his way to work, and they left together after she showered and put on a fresh set of clothes.

Leaving her mum and Anthony, she made her introduction and initiated small talks about their girl, chatting about her work and his work life. Anthony was filled with respect for her mum as she did her own trading from home and was still the main breadwinner, while her husband work tirelessly for long hours. Also, her voluptuous figure was barely hidden from her lacy night slip and hot denim shorts. Those fair long legs, like her full sun-deprived blossoms were hard to resist even for Anthony who was dating her girl.

Anthony: ‘So Kelly, what do you do at home when they leave for work? Apart from trading?’

Auntie: ‘Hmm..Nothing much. Mostly watch TV or house chores. Why?’

Anthony: ‘Just curious. Since the house looked so clean, I don’t believe you just watch TV and sleep. You exercise too right?’

Kelly: ‘Haha. Yes I do. On the treadmill in her room. You want to take a look at Lin’s room?’

Anthony had not explored much of the house except for the kitchen, where he visited the loo. She brought him to Lin’s room and turned on the air conditioning, going to her desktop to check on her investments. Knowing that Lin owned a laptop, it was no surprise her mum used the computer to do her work, after all, she has got nothing to hide.

He was done looking at the cabinets with her medals and awards from younger days, and looked at Kelly who was lying on the bed in front of the computer, breasts slanting to the sides in the braless form. Without anything else to do, he sat at the empty end of the bed and asked about her hobbies. While he was listening, her arms had reached his thighs and were massaging him, moving upwards to the sensitive inner thigh of his leg.

Feeling at a lost, he dare not move away and just enjoyed the free touching, that was erecting his jeans.

Kelly: ‘You look so uncomfortable. You want to remove your pants? I’m feeling hot too.’

She sat up and pulled her shorts away, making him wonder if there was anything below it. He got up and did the same, keeping only his underwear on. In the most seductive manner, she walked to him and sat beside, pushing him to lie on the soft bed belonging to his love.

He felt her fall beside him and then her hand, moving up his leg into his underwear. It was so unbelievable to him that a married woman without much to worry about, would advance on someone his age, and he was her daughter’s boyfriend! Her fingers had already gone around his dick and was stroking him in his undies, letting the cotton fabric stimulate his little head.

Kelly: ‘Shall we remove these too?’

She gave a tug on the elastic waistband and let it snap on his skin. He wriggled those annoying clothes off and laid motionless back onto the bed. She got up and shifted further from him, before her mouth opened to devour his dick. That moment was the best he had ever felt up to this point of his life. That warm, playful tongue was swirling around his penis, toying with it in a way Lin had never done for him before.

Her mouth slowly went up and down his rod, unhurriedly satisfying that deprived dick. It was too overwhelming for her not to test if this young man was right for her girl – sexually. She did not spend too much time on him, as there were other things to do too. She picked herself up and went to his legs, climbing on top of him while feeling his stomach and chest. Stopped her pussy slightly above the groin, her juices were already over his dick, rubbing some over as she climbed.

With everything in place, her body moved backwards slowly and started the upward drill into her pussy. His meat pierced through that opening with a pop, and dug its way into her, separating her closely stuck walls. It was so satisfying to once again feel a young guy in her, and she was trying hard to contain her moans. The joyride began and it was Anthony who started making noises first.

Lin was never good in her body coordination when on top, unlike her mum, who was skilfully grinding him to a point his body could cum any moment. Seeing that desperate look on his face, she was a little worried about his stamina, and had to ask some very.. personal questions.

Kelly: ‘Ant, do you shoot very fast with Lin?’

Anthony (surprised): ‘Umm.. No.’

Kelly: ‘Then why do you look like you are suffering?’

Anthony: ‘Auntie.. you’re much better than Lin. She can’t move like you.’

Kelly: ‘Oh. So it’s her? Alright then. I shall finish this up so I can buy something for her.’

Finish this up? She could do that?! He bit his lips as her pussy squeezed down on his dick, trying in vain to hold it all in. Her steady rhythm hopping on top was an unwavering one, maintain good tempo bearing in mind that her job had to be done.

For Anthony, it was once in his life that he could feel this good, and it sucked to be ending so quickly. The final moments had him grunting helplessly while his cum sprayed into his soon-to-be mother-in-law, like a explosion going off in space, contracting and unloading. His energy was fully drained by the time she lifted herself away, leaving him on the bed while she wore her pants back.

Kelly: ‘Like it little boy?’

Anthony: ‘Yeah. As long as my daughter doesn’t complain that you bully her.. you can ask for it whenever you come over k?’

His dick twitched in excitement upon hearing that and he pulled her blankets over his leaking dick, tucking himself into bed for some rest. When he woke up, Lin had already been home and sitting on the new machine next to the treadmill, OSIM iGallop, while watching him sleep like a little baby.

Lin: ‘Mum just bought this for me. Saying that it can help tone my body and improve my stamina. I think it will help when I am on top of you too. Shall we see if it worked?’

The comparison he made with Kelly and Lin lit the bulb and he was unsure if she could get him back up after the earlier session. Her head went under the blanket and sucked his dick in short gentle pulses, drawing circles with her tongue until he was big. So, he was indeed ready for the second round.

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Loss

Sitting at the void deck of block, all hope was gone when I realised I had forgotten my bag containing my identification documents and some cards. It was a last resort to hang around the place until the person who had picked it up showed up to hopefully return it to me.

Just as I was about to finish my can of drink, a girl in her teens appeared from the lift and looked at me for a good three seconds. She later walked up to me and asked if I lost something here. Immediately, I said yes and she replied I looked very much like me on the IC. Hmm.. Of course I looked like me. She told me to wait and went back up the lift, reappearing with my brown sling bag over her shoulders.

Girl: ‘Na. Here you go.’

Me: ‘Thanks. What’s your name?’

Girl: ‘I’m Joey. And I know your name already!’

I laughed at her cuteness and sat her down, insisting I buy her a drink from the machine under the block. She was wearing a translucent black top with a black bra underneath, complete with a denim shorts that exposed part of her bum at the thighs. Making small talks with her, I realised she was just enrolled into a private institution doing a degree, at just a young age of 18. We chatted for some time about my recent change of job and she was very keen in how much I learnt from my previous employment.

Joey: ‘I think I have to go home now. It’s getting quite late.’

Me: ‘Oh. Going up already?’

Joey: ‘Nah. I don’t live here. Just sent my boyfriend home. I still have to get dinner.’

Sensing her loneliness, I offered to accompany her to get the late meal, and in return, she asked me back to her place which I instantly turned down. I was after all a stranger, and it was her kind nature that held me back. Instead, we stopped below her block that was about ten minutes walk from my place, and ate her packet dinner.

Mouth by mouth, we kept chatting and when she was finally done, it was close to eleven. As the seat we were on was the long dark metal bench, I made a daring move of hold her hand and kept her warm. Slowly, her head landed on my shoulders and we continued talking like a couple.

Joey: ‘Do you have to go home early?’

I shook my head and pressed her ears on my shoulders, before turning my head to look into her eyes. In a twist of event, her hand reached behind my head and pulled me in for a kiss that lasted a few seconds. My tongue was brushing against her lips that a while, before she stopped herself and stood up, patting her shorts in preparation to leave.

Joey: ‘Can you accompany me just for tonight? I know it sounds weird, but you really made me feel safe although we just met.’

Still grateful for the return of my all-important bag, perhaps the reward for her was a different one, involving some form of manual labour. Throwing away the bag for her, she slipped her arm under mine and pulled me into the lift, where she stuck her body onto mine, and kissed be with her hands on my neck.

Boy, I had no idea she was this wild. But being a guy, my little head only nodded in my pants. Staying on the tenth floor gave us a lot of time to fool around, so I spun her around and stopped her facing the glass panel. Kissing down her ears, she was twisting her body around and arching her chest out. My hands remained on her waist and brought my erection under my pants to move up and down along her butt crack.

A few more kisses and we were at her floor. She walked out briskly and opened her tote bag in search for her keys. Somehow, I wished I could just finish the job outside her place and be gone before her parents returned. Although I was urgent, I guessed it was only gentlemanly to wait for the doors to be closed before going on a journey of no return.

We rushed into the house once she got it opened and went straight for her room. Falling onto her single sized bed, I covered myself up with her blanket while she went to the bathroom. My shorts was gone and tucked away, leaving me in only my shirt. She came out of the cubicle after a while and gave me a jaw-dropping gasp wearing only the black bra and a really short mini skirt. I was sure that skirt’s purpose was only to be worn as a kinky foreplay and not to be in public eyes.

I waited for her to climb onto the bed before dodging her fall over me, letting her get under the sheets. My naked bottoms were exposed and she tried in vain to grab it. I held her hands above her head and used my tongue to lick behind her ears. I moved downwards avoiding her lips, and pecked all over her chest.

Joey: ‘Can I take my bra off first?’

Me: ‘Nope. I’ll take it off for you.’

A quick press of the buckle and her boobs rolled to the sides, where they did not rest for too long with my mouth closing on them. Scooping her nipples with my tongue, one of them went between my lips and I gave it a really loud suck, sending a pee-like tremble down her body. Smiling at my achievement, her pair of soft breasts got my attention for close to five minutes, alternating between hard and light suctions, and very light rolling on my fingers.

I shifted my body on top of her and glided downwards, pulling her bra and panties off in one trip. The apple fragrance at her pussy was so tempting and inviting. I just pushed her legs apart and went for my supper, using my lips to make painless bites and then forming a little pout to suck on the well-hidden clit a few times. The air conditioning was getting cooler and the whole room felt as good as a posh hotel suite.

Joey: ‘Can put it in?’

Me: ‘As you say little princess.’

My head went back to her mouth and she pulled me in for another long french, while my hips found its way to park outside her pussy, with just the head at the entrance. Her legs had wrapped themselves around and tried to push me in, but the playful me was just thrusting outside.

Joey (whispering): ‘Please? I can’t take it anymore.’

With a strong thrust, her vagina was split open in one stroke, forcing all of the nerves filled flesh over my dick.

Joey (whispering): ‘Don’t move. Don’t move. Keep still for a while.’

The agonising pause was in fact calming, and I could feel how her pussy was contracting and expanding. Worried that I had hurt her, I watched her expression closely, but she had her eyes closed and somehow focusing on other things.

Her legs released the hard push and I knew it was the cue to move. Lips sealing over hers, I began to thrust my hips in a skilled manner, keeping it active without making too much movements to the rest of my body. It was a gentle fuck as she preferred it this way, and there was not much pressure for me to not-cum-quickly. Her pussy was making small squeezes as I went in, and a totally opposite effect when I pulled outwards.

That sensual connection was done so slowly, and after three minutes of the unhurried sex, her pussy remained tight and the effects leading to her orgasm was never seen before. I had to maintain my pace while she felt a drop in sensitivity, giving me a uh-oh look. Unsure of what was about to happen, I gave her a few deep rams and she just grabbed my shoulders, flicking her head backwards while the veins in her neck protruded scarily.

Her vagina just clamped down so hard on my rod that her legs went behind me to hold me in, while her sexy body made violent arches up and down, as though she was being defibrillated. Just imagine a living patient given the shocks to revive her perfectly fine pumping heart. That was what happened. Joey took a while to recover from the intensified climax from whatever I just did, and was pretty lifeless when she finally stopped.

Joey: ‘Oh my god.. panting.. ‘

Me: ‘What just happened?’

Joey: ‘I don’t know. But it’s good.’

She quickly got up and turned over into doggie style, hurrying me once she was in position.

Joey: ‘Do it like how you did it earlier.’

I wasn’t sure if I could hold back from giving her the hard pounding that was supposed to be in this stance, but I just had to remember that she was the queen of the show. Replacing my rod where it belonged, I held her butt to spread them open so I could go deeper. Following that, I continued the slow strokes into her, allowing her timed tightness to amplify the orgasm. In and out I went, taking my time to do her, it was much more tiring as I needed to pace myself, resisting the urge to just go all out. It was clearly not on her mind to let me enjoy or release.

Nonetheless, the full five minutes was filled with her stillness, as I did all the work. Just before I knew it, her pussy went into the same electrifying stage and I granted her the few hard laps of pounding. In less than ten moves, she just threw herself forward and went straight into a fit that made me worried if she was in any danger. The pillows and sheets were kicked all over the place, and the moans were coming out of her petrified locked jaws.

All I did was to remain kneeling on the bed, while I tried to cover her up with the blanket. Frankly speaking, I was a little regretful of whatever new things that we did. The struggle slowly died down and I placed the pillow under her head once she stopped moving, prepared to let her go to sleep right then.

Picking up my clothes, my hand was on the knob of the door when loud key sounds were coming from outside. I dashed out into the living room naked and grabbed my bag before going into Joey’s room and hiding under her bed. Her parents had returned and she was awakened as well, putting her shorts on and slipping a worn shirt that hung on the poles of her bed.

Me (whispering): ‘Joey! I’m under your bed.’

Joey (whispering): ‘Okay. Stay there.’

They entered the house and checked on their ‘sleeping’ daughter, before closing her doors lightly to get about their own chores. She reached her hand at me and helped me up, while we sat silently waiting for a good hour for the lights outside to go off.

Joey (whispering): ‘They have gone to bed. They always sleep early.’

I finally let my tensed shoulders fall and she pushed me onto the bed, while I laid alert ready to go back under if they woke up. Unable to take my mind off this awkward situation, I did not realised she was naked again below, and had climbed over me. Her knees were by my hips and started grinding my frightened dick over her pussy. Just one minute later, I was all hard and standing, pointed right at her.

Sitting back, my dick slipped easily into her wet pussy and she just began to ride me. Her body was straightened when she did that, and it was just her hips that was moving. My dick was being pleasured with the maximum effort and it was as good as being in control. A few moments later, she slowed down and laid atop of me, whispering into my ears to take over.

I let her take the bed and got into missionary, covering our bodies with the sweet smelling blanket. Without wasting anymore time, my dick started work and it was slurping excitedly in and out of her. She hugged me tightly as I went fast and deep at her, rendering her attempts to squeeze me useless. In my mind, I just wanted to cum and fall asleep. Still, it was easier said than done.

Our covert sex continued into the night with my mind afraid and excited at the same time. It just felt so wrong doing the daughter of the parents who were soundly asleep in the next room. I kept moving morbidly while she breathed hot air into my ears, whispering her sexy exclamations to keep me going.

After twenty minutes of the adrenaline pumping intercourse, I could feel my balls loading up the rounds and she had to highlight to me about the expansion of my manhood. Before I could asked her, she had told me to empty it inside of her, and it was the final straw needed to complete my job. Forgoing all the risks, I forced my hips onto her so hard that the dirty slapping sounds echoed safely under the sheets. Biting her lips on my shoulder blade, my cum ejected right out of the rocket and coated along her pussy as I kept thrusting my hips.

Having no idea how much I shot, the only sign I was waiting for was the end of the pulses of ejaculations. It did took me a while to stop my dick from forcing out blank rounds, since it was safer to pull out without dirtying her sheets. I backed away from her after I was certain there was nothing left, and fell beside her on the pillow soaked in my own sweat.

Joey (whispering): ‘It was crazy. And the first two orgasms were so powerful.’

Me (whispering): ‘Yeah.. panting.. ‘

Joey (whispering): ‘Let’s have a another round when you rested enough.’

Rested enough? Seriously? I went to sleep without wearing my shorts and by the time I was awake, sunlight was hitting onto the curtains of her room and Joey was sitting by me, legs apart and masturbating herself.

Joey: ‘Crazy boy! You’re finally awake? My parents are out and the whole house is ours! By the way.. you’re way better than my boyfriend.’

That was the last sentence she said before her mouth went over my semi-erection and gobbled it for breakfast, getting me all hot and excited for a round of rough morning sex. That reminder of her boyfriend was one that I could not forget, in turn getting me more violent and eager to please her beyond what her boyfriend could even try.

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Cooking Up

Coming from wealthy families, Philip and Elizabeth was happily married and were still in their first few months of honeymoon. Although she was a breadwinner too, she was the more obedient and submissive partner in the household, listening to the man of the house for basically everything. On nights she ended work early, she would go home and try to cook new dishes, for her husband to enjoy. But that was something that Thomas did not really liked, for her sense of taste was a little distorted. Nonetheless, he always complimented her for the attempt and did not break her heart.

One night, he was home late, but there she was, lying on the dining table, asleep waiting for him to return. He dropped his bag on the couch and went over to her, eating on the cold rice and plates of eggs and vegetables. Just a few mouths later, he placed his utensils down and looked at her with a tired expression.

Philip: ‘Eliz, I can’t eat this. I know you tried very hard, but frankly, I’ve never liked the food you cooked. Sorry. I guess I’m a bit tired today.’

He left the table and took his bag into their room, shutting the door lightly and running the taps in the bathroom. Elizabeth was at a loss for words, unable to understand why he did not tell this to her since the beginning. She packed the table, and washed the plates, heading into bed directly before he was done bathing. That night, she did not catch much sleep, but waited for him to head to work early in the morning.

For a few weeks, their sex life was still thriving, but it was more of a tease to her, as he had always turned her on so much, only to leave her deprived when she wanted more from him. His mission seemed to be just to get her horny and desperate, so whenever he felt like it, he would go into the ‘beast’ mode to claim her. Anyway, sex was the last thing on her mind after he left for work.

Turning on her phone, she scrolled along the names to find a colleague-turned-chef from her previous employment, and immediately gave him a call.

Elizabeth: ‘Hello? Is this Thomas?’

Thomas: ‘Yeah yeah! Elizabeth? Have been so long since I heard from you! What can I do for you?’

Elizabeth: ‘I want to know if you do one-to-one cooking lessons. I am going to take it up for my husband.’

Thomas: ‘For you? Sure! When do you want to start?’

Elizabeth: ‘Available today?’

Thomas: ‘Yupp. Let’s make it 1pm. So you can whip up a dinner for your husband.’

Before she was married, all the guys in the department were eyeing on her petite figure with those long slender fair legs. Many times, she would expose herself under those short fitting dresses, and the continuous attention from the guys didn’t seemed to mind her at all. As a courteous girl, she would help them pick up stuff and run errands without suspicion, giving them more ‘limelight’ moments when she bent over.

Elizabeth went back to sleep until the doorbell rang, jolting her up in a frenzy to receive him. Dressed in a pearl white slip dress made of satin, her braless state did not bother her one bit when she opened the door for Thomas. Without me saying, his eyes went to where they wanted to go and she just invited him in and brought him to the kitchen.

Elizabeth: ‘I don’t have much cookwares. Will it be enough?’

Thomas: ‘Yeah yeah. I can do wonders with just my hands.’

The innocent girl had no idea what he meant, but disappeared for a moment to tie her hair up. Going back to the kitchen, she saw him searching the cupboards for something, and offered to help him get what he needed.

Thomas: ‘I’ll need a pan, some bowls and plates. We’ll be cooking chicken chop today. It will be something easy for you to cook.’

Elizabeth: ‘Oh. I’ll get it for you. And, my husband says my taste buds weren’t accurate, so maybe you’ll have to show me how much spices to put in.’

She squatted down next to him and pulled the built-in dishwasher open, picking out the pot she used last night. From his height, her pinkish nipples were in full view and her breasts were obvious in the loose neckline. His hard on was right beside her, and she did not even noticed what was happening. While she arranged the counter top of cups and plates, he took out two pieces of chicken and laid it to cool.

He started up the contact stove and stood behind her, instructing her on what to do. Following his instructions closely, she managed to season the chops and placed it skin down on the pan, sizzling in the hot oil that was on it.

Thomas: ‘We’ll have to wait for a while for the skin to turn a little crispy, then flip it over. How are things with your husband?’

Elizabeth: ‘He’s nice. Just that sometimes work tire him out. I want to make his day better with nicer food too. How about you?’

Thomas: ‘Haha. That’s nice of you. Me? I’m still single and looking. My skills in the kitchen are never seen by anyone else except you.’

He placed his head beside hers and looked at the pan, sniffing a breath of her morning scent as she waited. Slowly, his hands went to her waist, and held her lightly.

Thomas: ‘What about sex with your man? Is it good?’

Elizabeth: ‘Why did you ask this for?’

He pushed his arms through her waist and cupped his hands over her braless breasts, kneading them like soft dough. She had tried to pry them away but he was much stronger, and the unwanted pleasure was weakening her resistance as well. Gradually, he kept up with his movements and started licking her neck, where heavy breathing from her came and her butt just arched back onto his groin.

Feeling his hard on through his bermudas, she grind up and down along it, in an instinctive manner conditioned by her husband for such scenarios. Sliding the shoulder straps off, her dress fell in a single wave down her body, and onto the floor. And there she was, nude in front of a good looking chef with intentions she had never suspected.

Thomas: ‘Come, hold the handle, I’ll teach you how to flip.’

He held her hand and gave the pan a push, turning the chicken onto the meaty side and sizzling again on the pan. He moved his arms to her waist and carried her up, bringing her to the custom made dining table and letting her down on her knees.

Once she was half doggie on the table, he sat on the chair in front of it and planted his face at her pussy, sucking at her slit while she just stopped moving, letting him feast on her pussy. Somehow, that was how submissive she was, never going against anyone that she knew. Thomas just ran his tongue along her slit and nudged her back parallel to the table, so he could fondle her clit that was covered in juices.

After he was done making her wet and moaning, the chicken was cooked too and he made a dash to turn the heat off, going back to her in less than three seconds. He turned her body around and made her sit facing him, legs still apart and eyes looking everywhere. His mouth went back to work while his hands removed his pants, officially freeing his dick from the confinement. He got up on his feet and hastily aimed his dick at her pussy.

Elizabeth: Wait wait.. can I turn away?’

Damn, did she see through his plan? He stopped in his track and had to ask her what she meant. Not only she did not reply him, but she just got off the table and went into the living room. Disappointed at himself, he walked out behind her and saw her sitting on the sofa.

Elizabeth: ‘I think the couch is more comfortable.’

Like a little boy finding his long lost toy, he hurried to her and placed her lying down on the length, before she stopped him a second time.

Elizabeth: ‘Can I turn around? I feel guilty doing this when I’m married.’

Thomas: ‘As you wish.’

She flipped herself around and kept her legs together, waiting patiently for him to finish his job. With that small leg space, he kept one feet on the ground and the other knee beside her calf. Sliding his little head along her slit, she was wet enough for him and before he could warn her, his dick plunged right into her and sent her gasping in surprise.

Elizabeth: ‘Why are you so big?’

Thomas: ‘It’s because of you.’

Without saying more, he grabbed her shoulders and pounded at her body, sinking his meat forcefully deep into that sloppy wet hole. She could only manage about three of his strokes before her face dug into the cushions, muffling her moans and groans from his powerful thrusts. In and out his dick went, desperately trying to cope with that tight cunt that was closed for close to two weeks.

In his mind, it was all bliss fucking the woman of his dreams, and better still, owned by another man. For Elizabeth, it was time to get some attention to her primitive needs, and there was no better person who knew how to control her. On and off, she would pleasure that piece of meat inside her by squeezing tight, and making him slow down so he would not shoot. Going all the way out, she was overwhelmed by his vigour and was pleased beyond satisfaction.

On Thomas’ part, the speed he went at was at his top and his dick was screaming silently for the go-no-go to cum. That tightness, wetness, warmth, accompanying slim waist, sexy back, silky long hair, sensual pleading moans, it was about all he could handle.

Thomas: ‘I am about to cum!’

Elizabeth: ‘Oh yes baby! Pump it all into me! Don’t stop now!’

Her pussy contracted involuntarily this time and squeezed the trigger of his balls. Still ramming at her, the hot load of cum just kept pumping into her needy hole, and he had to force himself to continue moving despite the hyper-sensitiveness. Finally, her hole was leaking his cum and she had to stop him, for she was getting too sensitive as well.

Thomas pulled out of her and watched her cup her hands under her pussy, closing her legs to prevent dirtying the cushion. Heaving and panting, there was no questions to what the indecent couple just did, covered in perspiration from their exercise. In an awkward scene of her waddling to get tissue, he went to the kitchen to plate the food and just as he walked in on her, she was wiping herself with her legs spread opened, sort of a welcoming sight to behold.

He fed her the completed dish and helped her wear that sexy nightie on, before packing up and preparing to leave.

Elizabeth: ‘Oh wait. Umm.. I can still ask you for help when I want to learn new dishes right?’

Thomas: ‘Of course! I’ll make sure to bring more tools the next time.’

Elizabeth: ‘Do I need to pay you?’

Thomas: ‘You’ve already made payment.’

He left her house and she sat back on the couch, rubbing her sore clit that was just slapped countless times by his balls. Naturally, the urge to get herself off came with cleaning up and massaging her privates, all the way until her husband came home, greeted by a sight of ‘better tasting’ food and his horny wife who deserved a goodnight of love making.