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Friend-turned-Sister

Sister: ‘Kor! I’m home. This is Xinni. Her sister is just following her here.’

I gestured an ‘OK’ sign to her without turning away from my computer, stuck in a web-conference. The sensible girls left me along and went into my sister’s room after a short orientation around my house. The meeting ended after an hour and it was only then I had the time to introduce myself proper.

Me: ‘Hey girls. Sorry I didn’t get your names earlier. I’m J.’
Xinni: ‘I’m Xinni, and she’s Wanni.’
Wanni: ‘Hi.. ‘

I waved casually to them and went into my room opposite them, unbuttoning my white shirt after the meeting. Though it was weird wearing a berms with a formal top, there was nothing more relieving than to get over the serious talk.

Wanni: ‘Umm.. excuse me.’

Turning around in my unbuttoned state with an iPhone in my hand, the petite girl in black denim shorts and a white spaghetti crop top appeared undisturbed.

Me: ‘Yeah?’
Wanni: ‘You want to get dinner together? The girls are hungry.’
Me: ‘Can! Let me change my pants first.’

Her body leaned against the door frame and did not seem awkward. I could understand what a girl her age have seen and just proceeded to remove my berms, changing into a pair of black pants. In a moment’s time, I had my wallet and phone stuck into the pockets, watching Wanni’s chest rise as she saw my complete gentleman’s look.

Wanni: ‘Wear so nice go tabao food ah?’
Me: ‘There is no such thing as overdressed la. Let’s go.’

We quietly left the house and took the stairs, since we only had to cover three floors. The walk to the kopitiam was a slow but interesting one, as she quickly chose a topic about relationships. Although she was attached, her boyfriend belonged to the unprepared one, devoting most of his time to games and partying. As for me, other than telling her I was attached, she was thew one doing most of the talking.

Returning home with three large plastic bags worth of fingerfood, there were no lack of thank yous and screaming, spoiling them with Singapore’s best street food. Wanni joined me in the living room while the girls ate, and it was hard not to eye the long legs that stuck out of her shorts. To get the cinematic mood going, most of the lights were off while HBO was on. Just imagine how romantic that was.

Wanni: ‘When was the last time you had sex?’
Me: ‘Wah. About two weeks ago. She went overseas after I finish my reservist. You?’

She only gave me a smile and slid the chicken off the satay stick in one move, placing the oily stick into a plastic bag. I wasn’t eating a lot then and could fall completely on my back when she leaned over for a kiss. In my attempt to dodge her, her chest accidentally planted onto mine.

Wanni: ‘Wei.. why you siam?’
Me: ‘How I know what you doing?’
Wanni: ‘Haha. Idiot leh you. Come up.’

We laughed in sync as we sat upright again, this time trapping myself by holding her hands. She literally pounced on me from the front and straddled herself over my lap, grinding her groin as she cupped my ears. My tongue automatically responded to her passionate kisses along with my primal instinct, almost letting my hormones loose.

She never let me shake her off and even guided my hands to her breasts, squeezing them to demonstrate how she liked it. I just keep massaging her soft B cups till she went to unzip it. Now, in the openness of the living room, I was attacking her nipples without any top on and the volume of her moans went up.

Me (whispering): ‘Shhh! Softer!’

A pair of giggling voices from my sister’s room got my attention and I couldn’t react to the two heads watching us, hands over their own mouths as the frolicking happened. Wanni moved away from my lap after some time and just stripped her shorts off. She helped me undo my pants in my frozen state and only when my dick was out, she realised her sister watching.

Wanni (shouting): ‘You two go back inside.’
Sister: ‘Kor.. oh horrrr!’
Me: ‘Eh eh eh! Don’t sabo hor!’

The bigger girl of the two (my sister) brought Xinni closer and all Wanni could do was to hop onto my groin. Hastily sitting down on my cock, most of our genitals were blocked.

Wanni (shouting): ‘Go away la.’

I sat up and hugged her body tight, before turning sideways to drop her on the couch. Pinning my weight on her, there was no escape as my hips started humping, squishing loudly into her wet pussy. I had to turn her head towards me to keep her from being distracted by the two, whom had gone quiet and came closer to watch.

One of Wanni’s legs were raised to her chest so I could ram deeper, making her moan in front of her innocent sister.

Wanni (hoarse voice): ‘You are so fucking deep!’
Me (calmly): ‘I know.’

Proceeding to close her legs towards the TV, we changed into doggy with our sisters standing motionless in front of her.

Wanni (moaning): ‘What are you looking at?’
Xinni: ‘Jie.. is it painful?’
Wanni (panting): ‘Yes.. very.. ‘

I slammed my hips harder into her ass and she groaned out of control. My determined body never slowed down as her vagina got tighter.

Wanni (moaning): ‘Fuck me deep J! It’s coming again!’
Xinni (whispering): ‘That is pain meh?’
Sister: ‘Shhh.. ‘

The next few minutes solely consist of just pure orgasms and noisy grunts from her, receiving the full impact of my violent thrusts. Her arms gradually retracted into a ninety degree bend and before I could figure her out, she had shoved my butt onto my leather couch.

Seating on her calves, her ass stuck out sexily over my groin and my meat stick magically appeared and disappeared into her.

Wanni (snarling): ‘You want to make me pai seh right? Huh?!’

Slapping noises came from our sweaty contact and the demonic side of her surfaced. She was raging with vengenance, but my sensitive cock couldn’t decipher it as ‘punishment’.

She slanted her body enough to expose our private parts, continuing to ride me in reverse cowgirl. Dirty moans came together with her non-stop rubbing of her clit, making me feel the wrath of her natural contractions. I totally felt like a male pornstar when she fondled my balls in front of their eyes, showing them the method to fuck a guy.

As she slowed down her body movements on top of me, I took the chance to grab her waist and jabbed my cock upwards. Sensing her vaginal muscles tearing apart, I pound right into her and lengthened her incoming orgasm. The regret came almost immediately when I passed my safety point, spiralling into limbo as my mind went white.

Me (groaning): ‘I’m shooting now!’

She did a little hop just in time for my dick to flick against her pubic region, and let her jerked the load out of me. Hot, sticky semen flew across the air and clung onto her belly. The only logical thing to do to squeeze her trembling boobs to ‘return’ her favour, and let her feel some pain.

Needless to say, we was drained after cumming and I fell on my back, with her joining me shortly after.

Sister: ‘Kor. I bring Xinni back to the room first.’

The two of us tiredly separated to get our clothes back on, and satisfied our other ‘hunger’. As the night came, Wanni went home with her sister but not before we exchanged numbers, so we could play outside on our own.

As for my sister, she didn’t say a word when she snuggled with me on the sofa after sending them downstairs. A type of cuddle we had never done before. Was she traumatised by what she saw? Or just disappointed in me?

Sister (whispering): ‘Kor. Do you feel good inside Wanni?’
Me: ‘Alright I guess. We both feel good ba.’
Sister: ‘Then can you make me feel good too?’

Her hand went over my thin sleeping shorts and gave my cock a squeeze, quickly turning it erect in her grasp. The long duration of my silence was her perceived signal to continue, and we joined as one in the comfort of her bed.

Unlike with Wanni, it was sensual between us, and there were no loud, forceful actions. Just slow, graceful strokes that sent her groaning deeply over and over again. This time, my cum landed on her face as she requested, for her to taste and feel the texture in her mouth.

Sister (whispering): ‘Thank you kor.’

That sentence never left my head as she repeated it each time after sex, helping me feel less guilty and more of ‘doing a favour’ than what the law defines underage, incestuous relationships as.

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On Diana’s Account

Randy: ‘Hi Diana. Is she coping well?’
Diana: ‘Uncle. Yes. She’s a quick learner.’

The Math tutor adjusted her sitting position when the father of her student came out of the bedroom, topless but wearing a thin cotton shorts. For the morning class, she had worn a basic t-shirt and a pair of skorts, purple bra tightly pushed against her XS top. He went into the kitchen to his newspapers while she continued the tuition, till an hour later when the session ended.

Randy: ‘Diana! You are studying accounts right?’
Diana: ‘Yeah. Why?’
Randy: ‘Can you help me look at these? I can’t seem to balance my accounts.’

She walked into the kitchen after dropping her bag pack, sitting on the wooden chair in front of the dining table. His daughter had went into the room to continue sleeping since it was a morning class, leaving the forty plus year old man with a jailbait nineteen year old.

Carefully examining the dense piece of paper, she did not pay attention to Randy going behind her, setting down a glass of water by her side.

Diana: ‘Thank you uncle.’

Her eyes never left the paper during the whole time, until a pair of grey shorts hooked on the backrest of his empty seat. Turning behind to see his nude body, she was about to jump out of her seat. Before she could do so, he twisted both her arms behind the chair and held her until she stopped struggling.

Diana: ‘Uncle.. please stop. You can’t do this.’
Randy: ‘Shhh.. can you feel it?’

Her fingertips were touching something hard when he popped that question, forcefully pushing his cock into her palm.

Randy: ‘Jerk it.’

Her icy cold nails went around his shaft and his hips moved automatically, while both his hands went on top of her chest. Kneading her small A cups gently, the padded bra soon proved to be too much a distance between them. Sliding his hands under her shirt, her bra was flipped above her boobs and finally felt the full wrath of his coarse skin, fondling her weak spots non-stop.

After about two minutes of silent foreplay, he was big enough to scare Diana into submission. Grabbing her by the neck, he lifted her up on her feet and bent her over the table, one hand reaching to the sides of her skorts to unzip the pants. In under five seconds, her pants drooped to her knees and her panties were yanked in the same direction.

Diana who was unable to open her feet any wider felt his dick brush along her cold bum, unwilling to scream with her face pinned on the table. The moment she felt the tip of his cock poke between her ass, her knees stretched her panties to its limit before a soft tearing sound was heard.

Randy (whispering): ‘Just bear with it k? It will be over soon.’
Diana (sobbing): ‘But I’m still a virgin!’
Randy: ‘Noted.’

In a single move, he shifted both hands to her hips and kept her at the edge of the table. Piercing his raw cock below her barely moist pussy, the most erotic, hot, non-penetrative intercourse began with him triggering all her sensitive spots on her clit and everywhere along that line. Diana’s mind simply went blank in the presence of a mature cock, a size inaccessible to girls her age.

The table was so sturdy that it did not budge even when pushed against the wall, sending his cock so fast between her thighs, effectively destroying her impression of how sex would feel like. The oversized shaft was thrusting faster with her pussy secreting fluids, lubricating the narrow entry where their genitals were almost burning.

He relentlessly pounded her with no mercy, egged by her moans that she was trying to suppress. Never had she felt so wet before, and this position could well be better than sex. Randy pulled her up shortly after he found his rhythm and mishandled both her boobs, giving little care to those pointing nipples when he rolled them in a pinch.

Diana started shivering as the rape went on, climaxing from the furious rubs on her clit. His dick head stretched her labia a few times as he missed his stroke, making her hornier than she already was. The amount of juices that was leaking kept Randy moving, groans escaping into the kitchen as his thick cock counted down to a spectacular explosion.

After the craziest, breath-taking series of orgasms, the father finally stopped moving and pulled her panties up over her groin. Confused about the state of things, she had little time to think before he engaged on his maximum gear, poking so dangerously close to her vagina with each fiercer stroke.

Randy (groaning): ‘Gonna cum now!’

He let go of his hands and warm semen poured into her panties, coating the front with thick cum as his hips buckled to the unbelievable sex. Randy popped his cock out casually after he was done and helped pull her panties and shorts up, squishing his man juice on her pussy immediately.

Randy: ‘You’re done here. I’ll see you next week.’

He did not let her go to the toilet and showed her to the door, walking awkwardly as warm cum was smeared over her clit.

Diana: ‘See you next week uncle.’

At the lift, she saw his wife and smiled normally, bidding her goodbyes as she made her way down. Without any privacy to adjust her panties, she let them be till she got into the bus, stretching the thin micro-fibre panties as far as they could, to see sticking threads of cum moisturise her wet hole.

What would happen next week?

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Mathematical Diana

Sister: ‘Thank you cher!’

I entered the bedroom at the same time she ran into the living toom to the PS4, leaving me with Diana who tutored her in Math. Wearing a white sleeveless top and black skirt, the simple but gorgeous teacher remained seated marking a textbook, giving me a sweet smile revealing a little of her ‘tiger’ teeth.

Me: ‘May I?’
Diana: ‘Sure. Here’s the work she did today, and here’s the homework I gave her.’

She flipped through a few pages to guide me along her progress, and I followed to where she pointed her mistakes out. Seeing that everything was going well, I took the workbook from her and continued the marking.

Diana: ‘You can actually teach her right?’
Me: ‘Until the harder questions appear. This is about all I can do.’

Her low cut top attracted me like bees to honey and until she adjusted the shirt to hide her cleavage, did I realised I was caught red-handed.

Me: ‘Umm.. I’ll leave you to yourself now. Need another drink?’
Diana: ‘Hey. I’m alright. Maybe you can help me mark the primary school kids’ work? I’ll settle hers.’

I was sure I looked dumb when I sat back down, noticing her shifting her seat closer to mine to guide me through the corrections. Soon, she was leaning forward to perch her chest on the table top and she looked even more tempting. My hand silently went behind her back and landed gently, to her slyly turning in my direction.

Her shy eyes darted back and forth a few times before her pink lips parted seductively, tongue wetting them to let them shine a little. Needless to say, my head neared her and our eyes closed romantically, bringing our lips together as we slanted our bodies even more.

With the intensifying french kisses, I brought my palm to cup her padded boobs while she slid her hand across my jeans, fingers unzipping me notch by notch.

Diana (whispering): ‘The door.’

We got up the same time and I closed the door as quietly as possible, while she made herself comfortable on my sister’s super single. Hiding under the blanket, I felt like a kid again when I joined her underneath, covering our heads to continue making out.

My jeans were loosened to my knees and her skirt slipped easily off to the floor. It was my hand that could not resist her perky A size boobs and kept kneading them, over and under her shirt while she unbuttoned.

Once we were naked enough to have unrestricted access to each other’s private parts, we were hugging so tightly while turning our raging hormones wild. She grabbed my wrist when I shoved my hand between her legs, resisting slightly when I neared her pussy.

Diana (whispering): ‘I’m a virgin J. And I want to keep it that way.’
Me: ‘I understand.’

She relaxed her grip for me to massage her clit to sensual moans escaping into my ears. As I make her wetter, she was doing a good job pumping me hard too. It was almost too overbearing to have a virgin who was skilled in non-penetrative pleasure moments. She was a gem that no one would get unless she allowed them to.

Diana (moaning): ‘Am I doing it right?’
Me (groaning): ‘Yes. Don’t stop.’
Diana (moaning): ‘I’m going to cum soon. I’m super sensitive on my clit.’

I rotated myself to allow my fingers to move more freely, vibrating on her pearly pink spot till her legs started trembling. Upon looking at her orgasmic expression, did I realised she drifted in and out of unconsciousness, eyes rolling white with her head tilted up.

For the next minute or so, she remained in that position until the powerful orgasm died down. A little worry had overtaken me then and I was shrinking from the new response of what an orgasm might do to a girl.

Me: ‘You okay?’
Diana (breathless): ‘Yeah. I’m fine. I react to orgasms like this.’

She sat herself up on her elbows and moved to the headboard, opening her legs and patting on the area between for me to sit. I pasted my damp shirt on her chest and watched her arms went around me, finally holding my dick in her plain, glossy manicured fingers.

The handjob started slow and picked up pace as she masturbated for me, moaning as I reached my hands behind my back to feel her pussy. Both of us struggling to keep composed, an unspoken competition started to see who gave in first.

Since she already climaxed once, the renewed strength pushed me to my limits, making me groan like a little girl in the high speed jerks of her fist. Shamefully, I was at the edge of cumming in mere minutes.

Me (groaning): ‘Ana! I.. ‘

She heard me and curled her fingers over my dick head, suppressing the powerful jets of cum that gathered in her palm as minute movements got me to squirt even more. I was panting non-stop then and she was giggling at my pathetic state of desperation.

After I was done, my tired body laid motionless on her while she smeared my cum over my cock, almost stirring up another erection in those playful fingers of hers.

Sister (shouting): ‘KOR!’
Me: ‘Wait! Diana isn’t feeling well. So she took a nap on your bed. Give us five minutes.’

The two of us jumped into action and wore our clothes back, me helping her as one of her hands was soiled with my sticky substance. When I opened the door to let my sister in, Diana went straight to the toilet to wash her hands, while I was questioned about my sister’s messy bed.

Diana: ‘J. Can you walk me to the road?’

I put on a more decent piece of shirt and went down the lift with the Math teacher, admiring her kinky act of stripping her panties for me.

Diana: ‘Keep these till I come the next time k? I want to see it covered with cum. Dry or wet.’

We went our separate ways after she flagged a cab and for the rest of the night, we were texting sweet nothings to each other non-stop. Perhaps it was time for me to get private tuition from her. Or should I not shit where I eat? Can I resist?

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There’s Soap

At 6am, I woke up before my alarm went off and walked into the common bathroom in my boxers, the standard outfit I wore for sleep. Enjoying the comforting darkness in my sleepy eyes, I turned off the tap as I soaped myself up.

Right then, the lights came on and the bathroom door swung opened, my younger sister taking a step into the toilet before she realised I was there. Standing naked with my morning wood still up, I was certain it twitched when my sister’s top naked body appeared.

Sister: ‘Kor! Why didn’t you on the lights?!’
Me: ‘Shhh! So loud for what?’

She covered her chest with her towel and stepped back out, closing the door on the awkward situation. Then just five seconds later, she opened the door again and dashed to the toilet bowl, pulling her underwear down and relieving herself with a soft moan.

Sister: ‘I cannot hold it in liao.’

I quickly spun my back to face her then and I picked up my speed to rinse the soap off, while the peeing noise silenced. Sure, we had taken turns to use the toilet before, but it was the first time we were ‘doing it’ together.

Sister: ‘Kor.. lend me the spray.’

I paused showering and gave her the showerhead, still turned away and waiting for her to tell me she was done with it. When I got impatient and checked what she was up to, her body already soaked and she was about to soap herself (with our soap and shampoo hung next to the toilet bowl).

Me: ‘Can’t you wait till I’m done?’
Sister: ‘You’re done what.’
Me: ‘Not yet la. My butt? And in front.. ‘

She aimed the showerhead at me and I forced myself to turn around, letting her self-guide the erotic jets of water over my hardened cock. Besides the main lead, I also had to tuck each side of my balls to scrub the slippery coat of whatever off, in front of my wide-eyed sister.

Sister: ‘Is it always hard in the morning?’
Me: ‘Mostly?’

Naughtily, she aimed sprayed water into my face and I went blind, right after feeling fingers running along my shaft.

Me: ‘Wei!’
Sister: ‘Got soap la.’

She was pulling my foreskin back and rubbing the whitish dead skin off for me, unknowingly making my erection harder.

Sister: ‘Ehh.. don’t get turned on by your mei leh.’
Me: ‘Sisters don’t touch their brothers like that one leh. Okay okay. Enough.’

She got up and took over my shower spot as I threw my towel around my neck, in front of the mirror at the sink. For one, I have not shaved yet. Through the mirror, I was stealing glances at my sister, lathering herself unashamed, twerking to imaginary music.

Sister: ‘Kor, you’re not going to help me wash down there ah?’
Me: ‘Siao ah?’
Sister: ‘Ya lor. My kor where got so nice hor?’

I cleaned my face and razor before keeping them away, turning my attention to my sister who was so daring to say what usually was reserved for adults. While her face was wet (and eyes closed), I snatched the shower head away from her and wetted my hands. Quickly taking two pumps of soap, I grabbed her boobs and washed them for her, while facing a little fight to push my hands away.

Me: ‘You want this right?’
Sister: ‘Noooo!’

Her struggle weakened when I gently rolled her nipples between my fingers, causing her to reach for my cock blindly to avenge my bullying. As we made full use of the bubbly shower foam on each other, there was no denying that the mutual silence had a hint of sexiness in it.

Standing nipples to nipples, we were that close a proximity when I whispered for her to spread her legs. My obedient sister did exactly just that and I ran my fingertips down her clit, where circular motions caused her to moan even louder.

Pumping my cock in scented lather, I was as hard as a rock while she was as horny as a slut. Finally, after the longest five minutes, our biological clocks told us that we were running late if we kept playing. The nice, warm water washed the soap from our overly cleaned bodies and the redness of our genitals appeared uncannily, thanks to what we did that should never be done.

Sister (whispering): ‘Kor.. you’re so hard.’
Me: ‘Go sit down on the toilet bowl.’

She lowered the cover and I went on my knees between her legs, having her automatically spreading the delicate folds of her pussy as if she knew what I was going to do. Right on point, I buried my face into her wet skin and used my tongue to flick her clit, forcing her to press my face even harder into her groin.

Sister (whispering): ‘Kor.. yes.. there.. ‘

I kept sucking and teasing her clit till her legs clamped my head tight, signalling an orgasm that shook through her body. When I looked up at her, a refreshed, arms-stretching look put smiles on both our faces. She got up casually and went behind me, requesting me to sit on the toilet too.

Sister: ‘Tell me if I’m doing it wrong k?’

She sat crossed legged on a plastic stool and rested her head on an arm on my thigh. Jerking me for a while, it did not take long before a tiny tongue stuck out of her lips, tasting my pre-cum and then devouring it whole. A gasp sent me lying back and she bounced her head up and down energetically. I was holding on to the toilet paper dispenser with my life as she sucked my vitality away.

Me (moaning): ‘Oh my god.. you’re hitting all the right spots!’

She wrapped her index and thumb around the base as she lifted her mouth to focus on the head, part masturbating and part sucking me off. There was no need to guide her as she slowly pushed me towards the edge. My toes couldn’t free itself from the curling pleasure and the urge to cum just hit me in the face.

Me (whispering loudly): ‘Mei! I’m gonna cum! Argh argh.. ‘

Her mouth left my cock just in time to have my thick, gooey semen spray across her lips, twitching helplessly as she kept pumping her fist. Seeing her take delight in my most agonising moment, the rebellious expression on her face scared me for a moment there.

Once she felt no more power from my shaft, a final, upward squeeze emptied my meat tube and she was up on her feet. I gave my cock a thorough wash while she cleaned her face, stepping out of the toilet naked for our clothes. Still far from sunrise, we readied ourselves and left the house together, looking confident and satisfied with the pleasurably short morning workout.

Walking to the bus stop hand in arms, we were secretly excited about our adventure earlier. One that we can never tell anyone else.

Sister: ‘What time do you end work?’
Me: ‘1pm today.’
Sister: ‘So early? Wait for me at home k?’

I gave her a grin and boarded my bus, to the hectic work of making coffee for the office crowd. During the 5 hour shift, two of her sexy photos (taken in her office toilet) kept me going for most part. Once she was home, the small three room flat suddenly seemed bigger with a common activity to explore them again.

No sex – was the only rule we laid for ourselves, but it was constantly tested by my sister’s request to stick my cock under her pussy and between her legs to mimic ‘sex’. I was so sure accidents were bound to happen.

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Heiress

Joanna: ‘J? Come in.’

I stepped into the mansion near one of the nature reserves in our little red dot, totally out of the way from any main roads or streets. The twenty year old girl showed me the way into the kitchen, where I placed my first carton box of stores for her household. Making a few trips back and forth, she was on her phone throughout to finalise the chores needed to be done, sighing a few times while repeating the tedious tasks.

Me: ‘Okay. It’s all here. You know, I can do it alone if you want. I’m paid to work.’
Joanna: ‘Don’t be silly. See?’

To look up at the ceiling and spot a CCTV was the last thing I imagined anyone would do to their house. How could anyone easily eliminate the pleasure of humping in exotic spots? Unless..

Joanna: ‘My parents are watching. So I gotta work.’

Of course. They probably had solo control over the footage of the cameras. We got around stocking up the toiletries, fresh ingredients into the fridge and replacing all the clothes from the laundry onto the hangers. My job for that day was to stand in for a butler who needed the day off due to sickness, knowing that I couldn’t screw things up too badly without the masters around.

Joanna (shouting): ‘You can take a rest anytime k?’

The fit bodied girl slumped onto the couch with a packet of juice, brows frowning as if she was unwillingly confined to stay home. With a fully stocked kitchen, I couldn’t resist cooking a simple meal of bacon and eggs, piling extra leaves of veggies on her plate.

Me: ‘Here. Eat up.’
Joanna: ‘Bacon?!’
Me: ‘You can’t take them?’
Joanna: ‘No? I love them! My parents forbid me from eating them though.’

She stuffed a long strip of crispy smoked bacon through her lips and shoved the greens after, chewing hungrily unlike her poised state I imagined her to be. Even my share of bacon was gone before I got to them and we were done in no time, leaving the dishes to me while she flipped through a magazine.

Joanna: ‘So you can cook, and do the chores. What else?’
Me: ‘Does reading people count?’
Joanna: ‘Haha! Rex (the sickly butler) totally need some of that. What can you tell about me?’
Me: ‘Hmm.. You try to act cool and outgoing. But you are afraid on the inside.’
Joanna: ‘*sigh* Afraid of?’
Me: ‘Whatever your parents allowed you to do but you have no idea how you will feel after that. You are someone that.. wants someone to guide and lead.’

She collapsed the packet of juice on the counter and walked away from me, footsteps leading up to the stairs and closed her door on me. Most of the work was done for the day and all traces of bacon was removed from their fridge, safely hidden away in a styrofoam box that I was to throw out with old vegetables.

There was no way I could leave her alone after saying what changed her mood, so I went up to her room, only to hear gentle music playing behind the door.

*knock knock*

Joanna: ‘Come in!’

The always-tempting girl had changed out of her old t-shirt and put on a more form-fitting one, pairing pink shorts on her firm ass. Laying lazily on her bed, her iPad caught most of her attention despite my entry.

Me: ‘You alright?’
Joanna: ‘Yeah. You’re right. Sometimes, I’d rather have no freedom and stay with my parents. People out there always disappoints.’
Me: ‘Your ex-boyfriends?’
Joanna: ‘Especially them.’

Right then, she slid her tablet on the bedside desk and patted on her bed, inviting me to sit next to her.

Joanna: ‘So, tell me about you.’
Me: ‘I’m single? And trying to find a job I can settle down for long.’
Joanna: ‘Okay. And.. would you mind if your future girlfriend earns more than you?’
Me: ‘Nope. I’ll do my part to take care of the house then. And the kids if she wants any.’
Joanna: ‘How many kids do you want?’
Me: ‘Three?’
Joanna: ‘Would two do?’

She snuggled right up to me and pressed her head over my arm, sinking into the soft pillows she piled next to me. Picking my other arm, she dropped it on her waist and lifted my elbow higher, pulling her shirt up as my palm slid across her skin.

Joanna: ‘Don’t tell my mum k? I’ve always fantasised about fucking a butler.’
Me: ‘But I have never imagined doing it with someone your status.’

She hushed me on my lips and ran her hand up my shirt, pulling it over my head while I did the same for her. Those bare, perky breasts were results of frequent workouts and they held up well on their own, attracting my fingers to the light brownish tips that protruded so every slightly.

Soon, she was wriggling her fingers into my shorts and boxers, meeting my eager dick that was reaching out to her. Our clothes needed no invite to GTFO and our hands were all over each other quickly, feeling every curves that made our minds even more beautiful.

Me (whispering): ‘Lie down first.’
Joanna (whispering): ‘Like this?’

Her crossed feet did little to hide her shyness once I pried them apart, lying on my belly between those long legs of hers. Just as my mouth reached her gorgeously waxed groin, she covered her genitals to get my attention.

Joanna: ‘Why would you go down on me first?’
Me: ‘It’s a butler’s job to please?’
Joanna: ‘No. Seriously.’
Me: ‘I just thought I should please the lady first. I am kinda honoured you didn’t mind my background.’

She moved her hand to a side and let her other hand joined, spreading her labia to the sticky strands of horniness. Immediately, I poked my tongue at her clit and licked up all the juices, replacing it with my saliva. As wet as she could get, her moans echoed like the soft music playing and I took my time sucking on that pearl. Her legs opened almost to a split with increasing tongue flicks, all the while responding to my each move.

Joanna (whispering): ‘J.. that’s enough. I can’t cum like this.’

I gracefully lift myself up and crawled over her body, where she moved away so I could lie down. This time, she resumed the position I was in earlier and stroked my shaft delicately, eyes observing every grooves and bumps on it. The moment she landed a kiss on it, I took a deep breath and then felt her sink down my cock.

It felt never-ending to my exhaling breath, until she slipped those pinkish lips out to the tip again. My breaths unconsciously got synchronised with her tempo, experiencing meditation-level breathing with each deadly stroke of hers. None of us rushed anyone, and we just took our time to enjoy the sensual moans that our bodies made instinctively.

Me (whispering): ‘Joan.. ‘
Joanna (panting): ‘Hnhhh.. I like sucking you.’
Me: ‘Let’s leave that for next time.’

I got out of bed and let her back to her spot, where she opened the drawer under her iPad to a black pouch. A condom came out of it and she unwrapped it for me, watching me fumble in excitement to get it on. Once ready, her legs spread for me to enter and our eyes met in deep passionate gaze, savouring every inch that I pierced into her pussy.

How could words describe the warmth, and the comfort she gave. The slow, crawling fingers that climbed up my cheeks, held me like a confused toddler. The calmness in her mind was something that amazed the both of us for a full thirty seconds of stillness.

I tucked my arms under her knees to raise them out of the way, before jutting my hips at her pussy. Rhythmically, I set the pace for the start of the race and she simply moaned every few strokes in. Her feet was pushing me deeper as I picked up speed, plunging deeper with less romance and more lust.

Her legs closed very slowly to my guidance till her knees touched, and my cock was engulfed in a compact zone of softness. Now sitting on my bum, I jerked in tiny motion at her ass to stimulate her G-spot, driving her wild all of a sudden with vigour. Grabbing the sheets that we just changed, the ends came loose as she bit on her fists, groaning in an agonising expression to my forceful short bursts of thrusts.

Joanna (moaning): ‘Oh noooo.. ‘

She let a constipated look signal me to do whatever needed to be done for an incoming orgasm. Naturally, I pressed on her thighs harder to raise her ass off the bed, leaning forward to hold them in place while I pound the life out of her athletic frame.

Joanna: ‘Stop stop stop!’

The tight grip on my forearm hurt a little but did not stop me at all. Changing to the shallower jerks, her legs gave way and opened up for me, sending me over her body and then restrained in her bear hug. My cock was milked for its life as her body trembled, heels pushing me as deep as I could reach into her pussy.

For the next minute or so, we remained in that position till her legs fell away, arms following suit before her head relaxed in near unconscious state.

Me: ‘Joanna?’

Her eyelids barely opened to my call and I was out of her in a long while. Very weakly, she turned her body over and raised her butt, knees closing together to aid her change of position.

Joanna (panting): ‘Fuck me till you cum.’
Me: ‘You got it.’

I placed my knees near her feet and poked my cock at her hole. Carefully guiding her backwards, her pussy sank over my cock and stopped in its tracks. Holding that bubbly hips of hers, I went to work and slammed my hips on her ass, shoving my cock fast and furious into her.

Muffled moans went into her pillow as I hammered her, feeling my cock ached as her orgasms tightened her love hole. In this new position, I could sense there wasn’t much waiting to do.

Me (whispering): ‘I’m gonna cum soon.’
Joanna: ‘I’m waiting for you.’

With my last burst of energy, I picked her waist up and vibrated my hips at her, thrusting at my yet fastest speed into that closing hole. In less than a minute, my mind was sucked dry of energy when my cum sprayed into the semen balloon, waking her up in surprise with so much heat in the condom.

Joanna: ‘You didn’t take off that condom right?’
Me: ‘No why?’
Joanna: ‘Cause it’s super warm and full inside.’

She fell back onto the bed after that, leaving me to recover my strength and extracting my softened cock out of her worn out pussy. We returned to her bed once I was done and she helped me removed the condom, sagging at the tip from the huge load I deposited.

Tying it up and leaving it on her belly, I turned to her for a cuddle and she held up her tits for me to suck on.

Joanna: ‘I’ll ask my parents if you can be my personal butler. They have another house, but they also know I cannot manage it on my own.’

Me: ‘Don’t you want to stay with them?’
Joanna: ‘They already gave me a big hint when they gave me the title deed. I’m sure you can make me feel comfortable in a special way.’

At five o’clock, Rex came back looking well to make dinner for the family. By then, Joanna and I were on our way into town, for a penthouse apartment of a condo that was already furnished to her liking.

So, I’ve got a job as a butler, for a heiress who worked from home to make a justifiable living. Turns out, the patio would be our favourite place to get our daily rounds of exercise.