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Father-Daughter Moment

(Mina asked) ‘Daddy? Are you ok?’

It has been just three days after her funeral, and I was still in the mind of disbelief, and unacceptance that she was no longer around. In many ways, she still felt like she was ‘just not around’. On the surface, life went on as usual, but I knew my movements, gazes, energy, were.. soulless. Mina is our daughter, whom besides gave us something to work for, live for, reignited certain passions in our lives. From the busyness when she was younger, to the increasing amount of free time (we got) as she gained a teenager’s independence, our sex life gradually returned, to a point it felt like we, ourselves were teenagers again.

And then, it hit. Without any alarming symptoms, the diagnosis came too late. Medicine helped, and I could tell that she felt little to no discomfort. On her last night, she even initiated. Lying by my side, giving me a handjob when I least expected it, then led me on top of her, and gently guided me in. It was a beautiful night, filled with equal parts love and lust.

(Mina asked again) ‘Daddy?’

(I stammered) ‘Yes baby?’

Without saying a word more, she came over to the sink, and hugged tightly me from the front. Without lifting her head off my chest, she gripped my shirt hard.

‘I know how much you miss mommy. And I know nothing I say can make you feel better.’

To be honest, I wasn’t feeling much from her hug, like there was a barrier preventing her love from breaking through. But when she cupped her hand over my bulge, it felt.. strangely familiar. I quickly held onto her hand to stop her, but it didn’t do anything to keep her from moving it up and down.

(Mina asked as she jerked me) ‘Does this.. help?’

There was no answer that I could give, that made that anything but right. I just closed my eyes, and dropped my hand to my sides.

She then proceeded to lower my lounge pants, baring my hips, and continued to stroke me. Mina turned eighteen, three months ago. But it has been a year, since my wife and I knew of the boy she brought home on occasions. Despite their seemingly ok relationship, they broke up around eight months in, and my wife and I were both there when she came crying in our arms. That was how close we all were.

(Mina said) ‘Wait for me.’

I opened my eyes to see what she was up to, and saw her dashing off for a pack of wet wipes, coming back with one sheet to clean up my neglected dick of smegma. How could I have tended to that, when every other emotions were hitting me hard.

(Mina yapping) ‘Ok! You’re cleaned up now.’

With that, she popped my dick into her mouth, swirled her tongue around the tip a few times, and threw a glance of surprise at me. Instead of reacting positively, I just stared back blankly, while she took it deeper, and with more passion. As her mouth slid up and down my shaft, images of my wife, sucking like our girl did, flashed across my mind. The euphoria, the calm, the love, some semblance of it shot up my spine.

At some point, my knees buckled, but I didn’t fall. Instead, it gave Mina a scare, that she had to sit me down on the couch. In that new ‘position’, she sucked even more hungrily on me, slurping noisily and taking me further than her mom, down the throat.

‘Daddy? Are you feeling better?’

What other answer could I give? Except with a slight smile. Mina got up from her knees and climbed over my lap, knees by the side of my hips. Giving me a hug in her chest, she stuck an arm between our bodies, held my dick upright, and lowered her hips over my shaft.

(I whispered) ‘hey hey hey!’

(Mina whispered) ‘Hush hush daddy.. ‘

With that, she pulled her oversized t-shirt over my head and rocked her hips back and forth, panting harder and harder as she sat lower on my dick. Besides being way tighter than her mom, it was something else that managed to shut off the misery. Mina was, after all, a product of our love, made with half of me, and half of my wife. Is it wrong then, to feel that it was her whom I was fucking?

(Mina panting) ‘is this.. what mommy feels.. when she.. rides you?

Slowly, her moans, her heaves, her sighs, reminded me of how her mom sounded. Besides the difference in tone and pitch, the rest of it matched – be it tempo, sighs or gasps. By then, I had already pulled my head out of her shirt, and had unconsciously placed one hand around her neck.

(Mina gasping) ‘Do what you want dad. I know you won’t hurt me.’

I spun us around lengthways on the couch and laid her on her back, taking over the work to thrust my hips at this beautiful girl we made. The soundless opening and closing her mouth, flailing arms with nowhere to grasp, and knees bouncing up and down as hard as I pumped. It matched her mom precisely.

As part of my mind was, numb? Desensitised? I felt no urge at all, just pleasure, and calm, and comfort.

(Mina asked weakly) ‘daddy? do you want me to turn.. ‘

‘No. This is fine.’

‘Ok daddy.’

Without any urges to cum, I couldn’t help but slip into a depressed state again, gradually slowing to a stop.

(Mina asked gently) ‘Help me up daddy.. ‘

I did so, and it was her turn to lay me down on the couch. This time, she resumed her cowgirl position, took off her shirt, and placed both hands on my chest.

‘Daddy? *sigh* I know you miss mommy, me too. Both of you are my best friends, and the best parents my friends always say I have. taking a trembling deep breath I want to be mommy for you, so I can have daddy back. Ok?’

How could I possibly know what that meant? All I knew was that her grinding hips were already taking my breathes away, stirring that deflated cock into full blown rooster, scraping the sides of her vaginal, stretching the end of her pussy to size. Her moans went out of control, as her fingers frantically rubbed her clit to a swollen state. She was about to cum, as was I in her convulsing vagina walls.

(Mina moaned hoarsely) ‘daddy! i’m gonna come i’m gonna cum!’

Her pussy clenched on me to tightly that I felt an ache, followed by waves of milking motion happening along my shaft. Fearing the worst, I sat up, grabbed her hips and lifted her off me, accidentally triggering the final ‘tug’ that chambered my rounds.

(I groaned loudly) ‘SHIT!’

Back on her ass, and with my dick right around her eye-level, she swiftly yanked my dick into her mouth, and let her lips slide up and down while she returned one hand between her thighs. Seeming to ‘extend’ her orgasm, she was moaning into my dick as my hips finally buckled, spurting waves of cum into the mouth of a trembling little girl, possibly coming from her own orgasm.

When we finally calmed down, it was just two, sticky, naked bodies, with her lying on top of me.

(Mina whispered) ‘so.. can I be mommy?’

(I replied) ‘only in the sheets.. ‘

(Mina grinned cheekily) ‘Mmmm.. ok.. we’ll see.. ‘

After that day, we forgone any clothes in the house, and she continued that streak out of house, going pantyless on most occasions, and braless when appropriate. She became ‘mommy’ and ‘baby’, while I just remained as ‘daddy’. I think she just redefined ‘father-and-daughter moments’.

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Ignored

When the both of us passed our 35-year-old birthdays, and did not marry, or even have a serious partner, our parents no longer rushed us for anything. They knew, that my sister and I had applied for our own apartments, and it was understood that our separate lives would soon be further apart than ever. But until then, we had our own rooms, that were half here, and half not here – in carton boxes.

It was just another night, when I heard a soft knock on my door, before it opened slowly to dampen the creaking sound that never got addressed. A few footsteps in, and my blanket was lifted to accommodate another being. Way before the footsteps reached me, I had already wriggled myself closer to the wall, in a corner that I found to be quite comforting.

When everything had settled down to a silence, I waited, as a hand reached across my chest, and a face pushed up against my shoulder. The faint scent coming from her, instantly stirred up a gradual erection, for it wasn’t everyday I come close enough to her to smell ‘home’. For whatever reason we remained single, this, wasn’t what held us back.

As the hand moved downwards for my boxers, I took a deep breath in anticipation, of her fingers that would wrapped themselves around my dick. She knew how hard to grip me, just like how I know, to slip my hand over her thigh, and into her groin that her sleeping gown barely covered. Smooth, cold, and spread, my middle finger went straight for her clit, as she tightened her grip on me.

Her breaths came out hurried and shallow once my fingertip started vibrating, and it took her a few seconds to recall, that she had favours to return.

One of my (sleeping) quirks, was my extreme, sometimes-impractical, tendency to structure a fully-blacked-out, sensory-deprived bedroom. Since I was footing the utility bill, air-conditioning was present on most nights, for five hours minimum.

Despite being in complete darkness, I knew that her face was right in front of mine, subtle heat radiating from her forehead as air from our nostrils incited turbulence. While it wasn’t the first time our skins were in contact, our faces were, in fact, too close – to resist.

Our lips, finally touched each other’s, and we kept leaning, until our noses touched. I opened my mouth slightly ajar, parting hers, and stuck a tongue out, only for her to suck gently on it. As our tongues came out to play, our hands, became more adventurous. We turned our bodies on our sides, allowing our thighs to intertwine between and over each other’s. By then, both her hands were on my dick, and I had one one her supple Bs, and one between her legs.

Out of nowhere, she pulled away and pushed me back down on my back, slipping under the sheets to give me one hell of an intro to a blowjob. If not for the slack in the blanket that I pulled over my face, my low groan would certainly raise some suspicion. Quick, deep strokes swiftly threw me off world, arching my back as she sank her lips all the way down to my stubby pelvic. I had no scene in my head to replay, nor could I imagine someone else more ‘appropriate’, not while she was bouncing her head and down in my loin.

In the midst of that mind-blowing attack, I was struggling to reposition myself, to the centre of the bed. Taking blanket off both of us, I then shifted her little by little until her legs were at my shoulder-height. Immediately, she knew what I meant and lifted a leg over my face, then raising her chest to lay on my belly. I was, finally in place to give her a taste – with my tongue.

Unlike my other.. encounters, I had much less reservations about going down on her. Perhaps, I had seen what body wash she uses, which brand of feminine wash she owned, how clean she kept her razors, and where she left her epilator. Heck, I even knew when she showered. ‘Mmmmmmm!’, a suppressed moan echoed down my shaft as I began eating her out, going outright caveman style at the angle I knew I had little control over.

I just licked and sucked and tickled wherever she rubbed on my face, while breathing in whatever aroma she was secreting from her pussy. When she had her way with my dick, I already knew how long I would last, but if! If I could just disrupt her momentum, and distract myself at the same time, I didn’t have to wait till the next day, or time, she decide to join me in bed.

With a push of her arms, she peeled her chest off my body and dragged her hips off my face, sliding her pussy downwards until it met my dick. A quick spin brought her hands to my chest, and a single, up-down motion sent my dick right up her alley. Hot, and then tight, that was the sequence my member screamed, if it could. There was not a single pause in her movement right up to that point, and I was being rocked like a horse the next second.

Up and down she went, and black and white I saw, in my eyes that my brains couldn’t quite catch up. That electrifying sensation from my dick was shooting everywhere. Up my spine, into my arms, legs, fingertips, toes. Her fisted up hands on my chest told me she was going through the same, hitting whatever spot that made her so wild I thought I saw an evil smile in her direction.

While no alarms sounded in my head, I still went on to tap on her thigh, signalling ‘cum’. She knew what I meant and hopped off me at once, waiting for whatever supposed to shoot, ooze out of my dick. Yet, nothing came. Neither was I going to let her figure that out. Still shrouded in darkness, I carefully made my way behind her and nudged her back forward.

‘Tsk’.

In doggystyle, I was about to guide my dick (blind) when I suddenly felt an upward-grip on my erection. It was her, sticking her hand out from under her pussy, holding onto me, and leading me back where I belonged – inside her. My hips began moving on its own as I reached out for her shoulders, yanking onto them as I arched my waist forward to plunge it deep, without those slapping noises. As for her, she was up to something else. She threw loose bundles of blanket onto her back, then switched hands to pull them down her other side.

Right! At once, I padded her ass with the blanket and proceeded to hammer her as hard as I could, dipping all of my cock into her while producing no excess noise. Her face, buried in my pillow, also killed off any sound she made. In that comforting silence, I just let myself loose while pumping at her rear, both hands on her waist to steer, and secure the blanket at the same time.

After a long five minutes, my chest were covered in perspiration, and balls in her juices. I was reaching the end.

*tap tap*

Two taps on her thigh alerted her to my demise, and an outstretched arm pushed against my belly for signal. I slowed down to a stop and remained on my knees awaiting for further instructions. Her hands found me in the dark and led me back to my rightful spot in the bed, before parting my legs to sit between them.

With my head resting on the pillow, I was placed in my sleeping position, except her mouth continued to work. Moving her lips up and down my shaft, I could tell that she was gentler this time. Long, controlled strokes melted my brain into a pulp, filling me with pleasure and sleepiness with every motion.

*tap tap*

Two more taps on her head, and she got my message – or did she? The same motion, at the same pace, finally triggered my orgasm into an orifice that knew exactly when to stop, and go. Every spurt was assisted, every pump was excavated, every drop was so skilfully drained out. Six, six squirts were all I had to offer, from my then-emptied, refreshed, voided testicles.

*gulp*

(She confessed) ‘i came twice’

(I asked surprised) ‘when?’

(I repeated curiously) ‘WHEN?!’

The door knob clicked shut. Once again, silence in the room. She was gone.

*buzz buzz*

My phone lit up.

(She texted) ‘Once when I am riding you. Once when you are behind. Once when you came.’

(I texted back) ‘So three times?’

When I woke up the next day, it was noon. And in the living room, was my sister, still in her nightgown, just getting out of the chair with an empty coffee mug on the dining. She looked fresh, and smiley, until she bent over the table to reveal her bare pussy to me.

‘I made you coffee. In exchange for a quick one?’

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Singlehood

At 5.29am sharp, I brought my mouth over her nipple and proceeded to suck on it to wake her up, in a slow, gentle manner that she couldn’t help moaning to. Within seconds, I could feel the hardness with my tongue, still swirling around her aerola.

‘Mmm.. ‘

The moment she spread one of the thighs outward, I slid a hand over her soft skin and slipped the edge of my index finger between her labia, moving back and forth along the sensitive folds of her pussy. Next, I placed my fingertip on her clit and began rubbing in circular motion, until both her legs were widened like a frog’s.

(I whispered) ‘Can I?’

‘Yes please.’

Climbing into her bed as stealthily as possible, I positioned myself right below her groin, penis up and ready to awaken more of her senses. With the aid of some saliva, I slipped my manhood easily into her and held my upper-body up in a push-up stance, while jutting just my hips at her groin.

Swiftly plunging my cock into her increasingly wet hole, she began stirring more sensually in the bed, mostly fumbling her arms around to grab and let whatever she had caught, go.

Despite being the ‘victim’ in this sick enslavement, I had gradually grown to accept my fate in this role of a sex slave, a minor character to a woman who lived a life I could only dream about.

On the day I turned thirty, she reached out to me, to ask about how, and what was I doing, where was I, in terms of – life. Half-disheartened and joyless, she made a suggestion that I never thought would last this long, or even impacted me this much.

Taking up her advice, I moved in with her and began adapting to my (new) life of a ‘houseband/ homemaker/ personal butler’ to the likes of a younger, career woman. At first, I was tasked with daily chores, cooking, preparing everything she needed to start her day, and provided a comfortable environment for her to sleep.

Shortly after, I was asked to ‘help’ her with more intimate stuff, like showering her while she did her hair, dressing her up as she applied makeup, to the uncomprehensible task of relieving her – sexually.

Although I didn’t think too much about holding the vibrator for her, things soon took a weird turn once she requested me to ‘rub one out’ for her. My assistance in that aspect expanded rapidly to fulfilling her fetishes like bondage, taking erotic photos/ videos, and finally, having sex with her.

That last part was really what opened the can of worms when she included ‘performance drugs’ in my diet, to maintain an erection for most of the times she was home.

(She moaned) ‘Keep going! Keep.. haaa.. going! I’m gonna.. gonna.. COME!’

Sinking her teeth deep into my neck, her vagina suddenly tightened around my cock, gripping me to a choke before I had to pull it out. In a quick-witted move, she slammed me back into her pussy with her feet on my ass, ramming me deeper into her contracting hole.

(She whispered) ‘Not until you cum.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘YES!’

I carefully brought her hands to the two corners above her head, and held them down as I thrust, from a slow, to a forceful, merciless tempo which sent her groaning in agony. Her knees flipped themselves up into the air to let me in as deep as I could go, scrubbing her G-spot so rapidly until I felt her pussy clamping onto me again.

(I groaned) ‘You are.. tight!’

‘It’s you.. huu.. huu.. who is.. getting bigger.. AHHH!’

The moment she snapped, her vaginal walls shut around me once again, this time encasing me in the stiffest grip I had never experienced, which caused me to erupt bountifully into her exhausted, overworked hole.

Like a seasoned manslut, I grabbed a few pieces of tissue as I let myself out of her, soaking whatever cum that leaked out of her with the 3-ply Beautex. As for the rest that was still inside her, she would go on with her work with them, letting them loose slowly for me to clean them when she returned.

Ever since the beginning of our unconvential relationship, she had went on the pill to reduce the use of sanitary pads, and also permit the providence of my intimate services. For someone who planned to stay single, it was, in some ways, a clever solution to ease her sexual temptations, serving as an outlet for the stress she gained from work.

For the rest of the morning, after fucking her another time in the shower, I was left to catch up on my sleep, do some chores, cook a hearty lunch , before becoming the ‘chair with a protruding piece of wood’ for her to sit her pussy on as she ate.

On that special work day, besides exempted from doing any more chores, I was told to take advantage of the blue pill I ingested, to tire her out for an early night.

(Moaning softly) ‘Mmm.. you’re so big.. ‘

The next morning, I woke up with her mouth over my dick, sucking hungrily as she threw playful glances at me.

(In my drowsy voice) ‘Is it?’

‘I’m so lucky to have you as my older brother. Mmm~’

And I couldn’t disagree more, for it was the other way round.

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Cum with Daddy

(Haley asked) ‘The stairs?’

‘Yupp.’

Turning into the stairwell like how we would every other day, Hayley was getting more comfortable being out and about without any underwear. And even more so lately, in just one of those oversized t-shirt most girls her age wore.

Going two floors up the stairs to the tiny ‘cubicle’ where the rooftop access door was, my little girl quickly settled on a step that positioned her face at my waist level. After tying her hair into a ponytail, she yanked my shorts under my balls and immediately took my growing manhood into her mouth, while she seamlessly put one of her hands to work in her clit.

(I asked) ‘Does this turn you on a lot?’

(She whispered) ‘Everytime I step out of the house with you daddy.. I’m already fantasising about this.’

Not wasting a second, she tucked my dick between her lips and pushed them halfway down, twirling her tongue around my tip as her soft moans vibrated along my shaft. Using her saliva as lubricant, more of my dick gradually disappeared into her face as she bobbed her head slowly, taking me deeper as her fingers found their way into her pussy.

Once I was drenched to the balls, she pulled most of my dick out of her mouth, leaving only the top quarter engulfed to stimulate just the head, and a little portion right under the hood where I was most sensitive at.

After spending a few minutes suspended in bliss from her dedicated, loving blowjob, I was as hard as a rock, and as sensitive a man could get getting sucked by a girl over half his age.

‘daddy.. I think he’s ready.’

‘he? Yes.. He’s my cute little dildo.. ‘

Once we were ready, she got back up on her feet and made a knot on her shirt, leaving her belly button, and everywhere else below exposed for my viewing. Bent over in standing-doggie, I was still taking in the sight of her fair and smooth complexion when she grabbed my dick from between her legs, to place the tip where it belonged, at her slit where I would split open with much honour.

(I whispered) ‘ready?’

‘always..’

Carefully, I inched my way in and was instantly greeted by her juices, lubricating my pipe as I filled her up. I could never seem to get my head around how little foreplay she needed, to get so wet and ready for me that I could just slip it all the way inside her.

With time ticking away, I held onto her waist firmly and began humping away, piercing her tight, shaved pussy over and over again as she groaned into her cupped hand over her mouth. The initial tightness, though a bit overbearing, soon made way for a more relaxed grip around my shaft, as I continued thrusting my hips into her bum at a controlled, more rhythmic pace.

(I asked) ‘are you extra horny today?’

‘Why daddy? Do I feel different?’

‘look under us. At our feet.’

True enough, she was ‘different’ that day, leaking more juices than she usually would onto the concrete floor between our shoes. When she saw that, her pussy tightened up even further, exposing her slight embrassment which I quickly countered with deeper, faster strokes.

(she replied) ‘yes.. Daddy.. I’m.. Thinking about something..’

(I asked) ‘what is it?’

‘i was thinking.. About you.. And mummy fucking in this position..’

‘And?’

‘I want to be mummy too..’

Somehow, her honesty got to my head really effectively and I lost a little control there and then. Something in me forced me to wrap one of my hands around her neck, and pulled her upright as I intensified my strokes, plunging further into her pussy as her vaginal walls shut around me.

(I asked concerned) ‘you’re jealous of mummy?’

‘no.. I just.. I just imagined you shooting inside me..’

‘huh? Don’t I always do?’

‘Yeah.. But.. But I’m already thinking about it before you do it daddy! Stop embarrassing me and cum already.’

Her cutesy, pouting face pushed any worry I had and we exchanged a kiss, before I nudged her back forward into our standing doggie – for my final performance.

Positioned in front of the steps, I replaced my grip on her waist and began fucking her as hard as I could, gleefully watching her body tremble to my every thrust. We just kept going wildly until our knees descended onto the ground, where I went into a squat behind her ass and resumed fucking her in that position.

For some reason, like her mum, she went into a frenzy of both wanting me to stop, and continue, at the same time. I too, was incredibly vulnerable at that angle and couldn’t last too long, for our own good.

(I exclaimed) ‘daddy’s cumming!’

I fell on my knees and executed my last few thrusts into her pussy, before unleashing my seeds into her plump, pinkish pussy. Out of curiosity, and playfulness, I didn’t give her any warning before yanking my dick out of her, resulting in a gasp, and a tiny squirt of cum coming out of her.

‘daddddddy!’

My obedient little girl then hastily shut her legs, stood up, and hunched over the railing to regain her composure.

(I asked) ‘What’s.. What’s this?’

‘Huh? To keep your cum inside me duh..’

After a short rest, we decided to take the stairs down, with multiple stops for her to ‘manage’ the cum leaking out of her, which really just meant smearing them over her thighs and letting it dry.

As for us, and mummy, let’s just say that the sex (mummy and daddy has) in the house, is the ‘live porn’ Hayley used to get herself off to, until we get out of the house for our share of ‘fun’.

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Lifelong Journey

(I moaned) ‘ohhh.. shiii.. Jolyn? You know you don’t have to do this at all right? I’ve already.. haaa.. already given you my word that.. that I won’t.. mmmm.. tell anyone.. ‘

I was literally ‘seeing’ stars as I laid wasted on my couch, limbs twitching to every flick of her tongue on my dick head. For the better or worse, I was especially calm despite getting sucked off by a married woman, or in more accurate term – cousin-in-law. A year had almost past, since I bumped into her (already married) at some bar I couldn’t recall the name of. As a very private person, I couldn’t care less even if it was an extra-marital fling, but when they simultaneously made out, and petted each other in the open (noticeable from afar), I had to do a double take.

Turns out, the male partner was someone we both knew were blood-related, and in a ‘too close’ way. To get him off her, I decided to follow them for a bit, hoping to collect some leverage I could use against him. Just when I thought my quest would end at the lobby of some hotel, the two of them, still in their evening dress and suit, actually went to the stair-landing of a housing board estate. Granted with that sort of convenience, I could only have ‘too much evidence’ to catalogue.

The moment I confronted him, my cousin-in-law, Jolyn, ‘approached’ me by showing up at my place one day, unannounced. I was halfway through confessing my faults when she mumbled a ‘thank you’, followed by the removal of her oversized t-shirt and workout shorts. Although I was caught off guard, I could understand exactly why, and what was she up to. For the next two minutes she took to fold her clothes, tie her hair I did nothing else but gave her my word after word, making promises and swearing upon all the gods I know, that her one-off, drunken stupor, would never be mentioned to another soul.

Clearly, Jolyn was more clear-headed, as she went onto her knees between my feet, putting an official end to her past mistake with the beginning of a new one. To date, as we neared the one-year payment of her ‘silencing fee’, I was still as sensitive, and responsive to her, as I was on the fateful first day.

I was, always gasping for air when she pushed those lightly-pressed lips down the tip of my cock, purposefully extending the duration she would cross the ‘valley’ under my little head, to give me that jolt, and relief, as she transited to the main shaft. She knew how crazy that would get me, and she had never hesitated to repeat that same move until I went silent out of exhaustion. Which by then, I would also be so easily sensitised that I react overly-enthusiastically, to that sudden, deep descend into her throat, where a throbbing, squeezing sensation would prod juse the tip of my cock.

The subsequent in-out strokes into her mouth would only give me that bit of a break, hampered by her nimble fingers fondling my balls like no tomorrow. At some point, I couldn’t help but wondered, if she was really just doing this for ‘repayment’, or the ‘enjoyment’ I would see in her infrequent, subconscious smiles. As much as I indulge in that unconventional pleasure she had willingly channeled through my loin, I was more surprised with how well she had known my body.

Though there wasn’t any major or re-learning of ‘styles’, she didn’t take long to associate my.. groans, with the ‘phase’ I was mentally in. Like after that mind-boggling blowjob, she would then resume the ‘normal’, in-out strokes that focused solely on my shaft, which she understood would push me right up to the edge. I was, literally at the edge of orgasm when she slowed, or even stopped entirely, to let me recuperate. And after I showed some kind of physical cues(?) that I had regained my composure, she would restart the process again, absolutely determined to leave no strength unused for the later part.

When I was thoroughly drained of any sanity, or fight, or reasons to live, she then stood up, pulled her panties off, put my two feet together, and sat on my lap to play with her pussy for however long she pleased. It was on another day, about three months ago, when she blindfolded me, did her usual thing with her mouth, before she dropped her pussy on my cock. In my defense, I was so, so aroused at that point that I couldn’t even last five minutes, and emptied my load inside of her. Of course, I had to ask about that kind of ‘privilege’, and she quietened me forever with her answer, ‘That gym freak wants a baby, and he won’t stop taking steriods’.

Now that we no longer needed a blindfold, she just tucked my cock into her pussy once she was wet enough and went wild on her spot, grinding and rocking and slamming her pussy into my groin. My hips may ache a little, but it was worth it to see a well-developed, office lady (OL) so turned on, so agitated, making all those hissing and sighing noises atop my dick.

You could say that we were, ‘conditioned’, after so long together, for her to climax exactly one time, before we would come together on her second. On top of any ‘control’ that I was denied, I had less say in my choice to cum (or not cum), that day. Jolyn just kept going until I came, balls-deep, into her, and trigger her orgasm. For that particular day, she let my cum trickle out of her pussy as she ‘dismounted’ me, and created a ‘cream-coated dong’ she seemed too excited to feed on. Once I was cleaned, she put her clothes back on, in the direction of the IP camera I had on the TV shelf.

(I explained) ‘Jo? I really don’t want you to do this any.. ‘

(Jolyn interrupted) ‘See you again J. Oh! Check your camera. I think it’s blocked by something.’

As she walked backwards for the lift landing, she mouthed a few words to me, that looked so familiar, but I couldn’t remember what they were until I saw her Young-Hearts-branded panties draped over the security Lifecamera. Right! Happy Birthday!