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Any Staircase

(Maeve whispered) ‘did you take the pill like I asked?’

‘Yes. About 40 or 50 minutes ago?’

‘Is it working?’

‘Umm yes? If not why are we going up this block?

As soon as we stepped into the lift, I went behind her and held her in my arms before stuffing her hands into my shorts, to bring some relief to my swollen, throbbing manhood. On our way up, I couldn’t stop pecking and suckling on her neck to hear her soft, sensual moans, that only drove me crazier in my pants.

Once we reached the second-highest floor, the level that we had once visited for the same purpose, I grabbed her wrist and led her up a single flight of stairs, into a dusty, little space. Somehow, I was so worked up that evening that I didn’t wait for our ‘rush’ to settle down, and just yanked my shorts down for her attention. Within seconds, I already had her on her knees, sucking me off cautiously as I drifted in and out of euphoria.

By the time she stopped, after what felt like a really short time, we were both ‘too hot’ and ‘beyond ready’. We immediately went into doggy-style over the steps and I slipped my cock into her wet, pulsating pussy without any difficulties. In seconds, we were humping like long-lost lovers, giving up on those cheesy, unhelpful kissing for the pure rush of adrenaline from having impromptu, raw sex in such a public space.

My hips just kept thrusting harder and deeper into her rear cushions, mowing through the orgasms that resonated through her tightening vaginal walls. The pill that I took, gave me that jolt of energy, extra cache of stamina that I never had, to fuck my lover until her knees could no longer hold her up. Seeing how weak she has become, I placed her onto her back and repositioned myself between her legs, in missionary this time.

I no longer had to worry about any fall-hazard as she could just ‘lay back and relax’, while I slammed my cock tirelessly into her pussy that was overflowing with juice. It was, her turn to wander in and out of consciousness as I stabbed her buttons mercilessly, only getting pleas for me to stop whenever I made any sudden, abrupt ‘strokes’.

It was during one of her ‘orgasms’, that she became extremely agitated, pushing and almost, kicking me away. When she finally gave in to my relentless pounding and fingering, she let herself go and actually squirted a huge pool at the bottom of the steps. She confessed that she could not take anymore of my cock in that state and retreated to a wall (while seated on the steps). So, I went up to her, bent my knees a little, and returned my monster cock into her mouth.

Sucking diligently at first, I gradually lost control of my waist and found myself gloating at her demise as she choked and gagged to my vicious, unsympathetic thrusts down her mouth. Something in me kept me going despite her extreme discomfort, until I finally blew my load while embedded so deeply in her throat, that she did not even need to ‘swallow’.

Face covered in a mix of bodily fluids, I cleaned her up and remain seated for however long she needed to recover, and process what I did.

(Maeve asked concerned) ‘Is it still hard?’

‘A little? But it’s ok.’

‘It’s not.. ‘

With that said, she helped me on my feet and brought me to the railing, where she bent over, and held safely onto, for me to help myself. I spread her cheeks a little and dived right back in, senses soothed by the familiar, hot embrace of her pussy around my unbecoming of a dick. The second load, went into its rightful hole and left its trail down her thighs as Maeve went home pantyless.

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Sex-Life Balance

‘Welcome home love. How’s work today?’

‘It’s fine.’

Without giving me any elaboration, it was the first time she didn’t seem too glad to be home, much less the lack of any endearing reply. ‘Fearing’ for my own well-being, I kept a close eye on her for any clues to her unusual mood, but was only made more worried when she ‘stormed’ over to my side (on the couch). Not a single word was said during the entire time she took her jewellery off, and bunned her hair up for whatever she was going to do.

The next thing I know, she climbed onto the couch, tucked herself into my chest, and began planting kisses while her hand wriggled its way into my boxers. As much as I welcome such advancement, especially on such a delightful evening, I couldn’t help but remain distracted with her earlier mood, like it was an emotion we should address before she ‘explodes’.

(I asked) ‘Love? Did something happen?’

(Breaking away from my lips) ‘No. Nothing happened.’

It didn’t take her any longer to begin dining on my cock, well-hardened by her skilful fingers and her extra-passionate kisses with lots of tongue-sucking. In an instant, I was transported into another world as she gorged on my meat pole, sucking it with outmost affection. As she took me increasingly-deeper down her throat, I was about to fall in love with her new ‘mood’ when she suddenly bit down on my shaft. Shocked as I may be, I didn’t think much about any of it since she was aware that I had a certain fetish ‘to be hurt that way’, though she did not provide the after-pain relief that was supposed to be the whole point of it.

After going through that agonising torture multiple times without an end in sight, my mind was obviously not any more ‘aroused’ than what my physical form portrayed. Despite my dwindling interest in any more surprise-derived pleasure, I decided to stay mum while she pulled her dress up, revealing her panty-less state I couldn’t be bothered with.

Turning her back on me, she held my dick upright and promptly slipped me into her unexpectedly wet pussy, garnering an exasperated moan from me. Nothing more was left for me to do except to hang tight while she rode me to her heart’s content, uncaring if I was over-sensitive. Only after two or three life-draining orgasms, did she finally slow down, enough for me to get some sense of arousal from her unrivalled dedication.

Soon, I was able to find my pace, along with a slow buildup to my own orgasm.

(I panted) ‘Love? I’m about to cum.’

(In her unwavering voice) ‘Ok.’

In the same monotonous spirit, she got out of my lap and went onto her knees, jerking me in more angry overtone than love. With time, and ample amount of saliva, I managed to cum into her unforgiving mouth that actually launched an oral assault I have never encountered. Sucking and slurping mercilessly at my debilitated penis, I had become the direct recipient of the rage her workplace had caused. Within seconds, I was pleading and groaning for her to let me off, to which she did, but promptly dropped the mouthful of cum right over my cock to suck them up again.

With that, she was done venting her frustration and disappeared into the bathroom. After a shower, I outright ignored her guilt-filled look and served up the meatball bolognaise I made for her.

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Essential Services

‘Are we heading back now?’

‘Yeah. Just let me use the toilet first.’

After doing a grocery run at one of the 24-hour supermarket, we made our way to a toilet on one of the top-most floors, where shops have been closed for at least two weeks now. I was about to whip my phone out to play some games when Maeve suddenly dragged me into the handicap cubicle, and pushed me up against a wall with my hands full of shopping bags.

She then recklessly pulled my running shorts down and began sucking on my dumbstruck of a cock, which couldn’t wait to get some attention. Unwilling to put any of the food on the ground, I just held onto the bags tightly as she bedazzled me, in long, swift strokes down my shaft. In little time, I was as hard and as veiny as I could be, appearing way more swollen than normal days.

Still, she went at it with overdue enthusiasm, hitting on all my buttons until my knees were weak. I was brought to the sink next, where she quickly bent over and stuck one hand under her groin. After teasing her own clit with the tip of my cock, I was soon led into the warmth of her juicy, wet pussy.

Being one of the few times she was that ready for me, I only had one motion to repeat, while she complimented my efforts with some rubbing of her own. Sustaining a steady rhythm on that cock penetrating her deeply but gracefully, I was both thankful for the slight desensitisation from her overbearing tightness, and her unexpected vigour that allowed us to do this at this place.

The rest of my ‘ride’ was more or less automatic, mostly plunging my rod into her choked pipes until I was ready to blow.

(I whispered) ‘I’m about to cum soon love.. I’ll cum.. inside of you k?’

(She moaned) ‘uh huh.. I would love.. love that.. ‘

Keeping a paced, swift momentum, I let my body loose and let my cum disembarked at their own course. which could be described as ‘strongly’, ‘violently’, and ‘satisfyingly’. Each powerful spurts were delivered into her vagina without a drop wasted, though our latter detachment let some out onto her thighs.

One of Maeve’s hand then appeared from between her parted legs, and signalled for my cock to let her hold him for a bit longer, right under her cream-filled pie. While it seemed to be a ‘show of affectionate’, her (un)subtle plot was quickly exposed when she ‘drizzled’ the man-made mayo over my hotdog.

I no longer had to guess what her plan was once she went down on her knees, and took that generously-coated cock straight into her mouth. Slurping, licking and sucking me dry, I was once again tested at my (knee) joints with her voracious display of devotion. It appeared, that that particular chain of event invoked a certain bodily-response on my part, in a sense, sustained an erection that should have otherwise subsided.

In an instant, I was all over her again, having strewn the pesky bags in the dried-up sink to free my hands up. I didn’t hesitate to put her on the (closed) toilet bowl this time, and grabbed onto her knees to let myself into her sacred feminine. Igniting my long-dormant engines, I hammered my hips away at her, in the seated, face-to-face position we could kiss in. Over time, she involved her fingers on her clit as well and it unleashed a wilder beast in me, solely driven by the struggle to overcome her insane tightness with raw hardness.

As meaningful as that ‘fight’ was, there was no way I would ‘win’ her formidable baby-maker, nor do I want to go home with blue-balls. After five minutes or so, I admitted my own demise and braced us for the incoming eruption. Happening as gloriously as the initial explosion, I held nothing back as my cock sprayed mindlessly in the safety of her womanhood, perfectly containing my seeds as I quivered and writhed.

That ensuing smile on her face, made all the risk-taking, exhaustion, and cleaning worthwhile. Once we tidied up everything, we left the mall and went on our separate ways home. What could be better than waking up to a short clip, of her fingering a soft, pinkish orifice with creamy-thick goodness oozing out of it?

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Invited Guest

*Ding Dongggg*

(I asked) ‘At this hour?!’

(Maeve answered) ‘It’s just Daniel. I invited him over since you’ll be busy writing. Right?’

‘Mmm-hmm?’

As soon as the door swung open, the hot-headed pair exchanged a hug, and then a kiss, that didn’t quite end until she dropped his bag in a corner. That silk shawl that she wrapped around her chest, was not only useless in ‘covering’ anything up, but also failed spectacularly at giving him any challenge too. With a tug, her ‘clothes’ came off and his mouth flew like a magnet towards her pointed-nipples, to deliver their due attention.

Seated in the unlit corner where my workstation was, I was partly watching their uninhibited, while splitting my focus on the webcam that I had turned onto them (with permission). With such vivid scenes from live action, I just had to translate their lust into dust, or rather, digital dust that is.

After a brief moment of nipple-play, she sat him down and kneeled between his legs like his woman, putting on a seductive face as she went down on him. Within seconds he was moaning and twitching for his life, mind split between his duty to maintain eye contact, or shut his eyes and let her take him to the heavens.

The moment she included the use of a hand around the base of his cock, he became significantly more ‘responsive’, and too sensitive to form any sort of warnings for Maeve. Out of nowhere, he started pumping load after load of cum into her mouth, choking her by a surprise that no one needed.

I was about to kick him out of the house when Maeve assured me of her status, and politely went back (down) to clean him up.

After some lengthy apology that I couldn’t quite hear, I was just relieved to see Maeve getting into doggystyle, face toward me, and let Daniel did as he wished behind her.

From that point on, we only had our eyes for each other as I let my fingers did the rest of the work, punching out words that depicted my attraction towards my girl, whom was getting pounded by another man, whose cum had earlier moisturised her face.

Moaning and purring for me, I could not take my sight off her face that was first seductive, then fiesty, spiteful, orgasmic, before agony anticipated climax. What I, and possibly her, didn’t expect was for Daniel to go at it, at that pace, for a full fifteen minutes, until Maeve was at such a level of daze that she couldn’t even say ‘no’ (we did check).

The entire couch, had caught more perspiration than other bodily-fluids that we had imagined. The two of them, Maeve included, were literally pouring buckets out of their skin.

(Daniel groaned) ‘This time.. for sure.. for.. sureee!’

Unlike before, he had full control of her body this time, and boy, he really outdone himself when he yanked her body back, held her firm, and sank his entire, pulsating shaft into her pussy – as many times, as forcefully, as it took for him to get them all out of his system.

At the end of the one-minute-long orgasm, Maeve was as good as gone, with cum dribbling out of her mouth and pussy, and still trembling in joy.

Daniel didn’t stay long and left us to ourselves, for me to find out that Maeve was too exhausted to do anything for me.

(I asked) ‘Can I help myself then?’

(She answered wearily) ‘uh huh.. I insist.’

That said, I placed her on her side against the backrest of the couch and went to her face. Once I was snuggly fit in her mouth, I leaned over to her legs and began teasing her to little resistance, but never getting too intense as she was too sensitive there.

After the sloppy, self-help blowjob, I went at her in missionary and finished uneventfully, into her mouth. Washing up was actually the more ‘fun’ part as I could clean her anyhow I want, not that I skipped any important areas.

The next morning, I was woken up by her descend on my cock, with a pussy filled with overnight-cum. Well, dirty sex is still sex and we spent a bit more time with each other that day, recollecting the highlights of our life.

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Trading Places

(Yuting asked drunkenly) ‘Would you let her kiss my boyfriend?’

(I answered) ‘I would, only if she wants.’

(Maeve asked Yuting) ‘And you won’t hold it against me?’

‘Nope! I don’t think you will know how he likes it.’

Suddenly, the ambience in the room grew way hotter as Maeve crawled over to Ian, and seamlessly planted her lips on his while climbing onto his lap. What was supposed to be a ‘peck’, soon turn into a ‘kiss’, before it blew up into ‘necking’. I could tell, from Yuting’s gaze, that she was growing increasingly jealous as she was intrigued, to the point that she was looking to me for some kind of ‘hint’.

Not wanting to leave her hanging, I prodded Maeve to alert her to Yuting’s plight and she set her off with two, simple words.

‘Go ahead.’

It didn’t take Yuting more than three seconds to make herself comfortable in my arms, and swiftly dotted my neck with her lips. I couldn’t exactly remember when, Maeve took things personal and included the use of her hands on Ian’s groin, causing him to groan and whimper loud enough for Yuting to notice. As revenge, Yuting did the same to my loin, and drove Maeve crazier when she undid my shorts.

In a few short minutes, Ian and I were getting sucked off by each others’ partners, with no apparent restraints as they cautiously loosened their own clothes. Since Maeve was wearing just a wrap-skirt and pullover, she was quicker to let Ian into her ‘pants’, allowing him to ‘feel’ her anywhere his hands led.

With renewed spite, Yuting stripped her dress off entirely and put my hands around her boobs, while she delivered one of the softest handjob I could imagine. Obviously, I had trouble containing my moans that Maeve used as ‘motivation’, to tuck his erection into her mouth. In the blink of an eye, I too, was drowning in her oral pleasure as Yuting slurped on my manhood, painting every inch of my shaft with her tongue that garnered some lowly gasps compared to Ian’s plea for mercy.

Realising that she was not as ‘adept’ as Maeve, Yuting pinned me flat on the ground and plastered her pussy over my dick, to use me as a clit-toywhile she awaited ‘further antagonisation’. Maeve, despite not able to see us all the time, noticed what we were up to and followed suite, except she already knew my stance on ‘hot-wifing’.

The only ‘cue’ we all heard was the change in Ian’s voice, from a moan, to a loud gasp that accompanied his rebelling hands. I could almost hear Yuting gritting her teeth when she squatted over my dick, thereafter holding that position for a good ten seconds before she went down my shaft. While it was ‘fun’ to watch Ian try to put on an ‘angry’ face, none of us managed to take his ever-changing, two-minded expression seriously.

Driven by pure rage, the girls made full use of the time we could sustain our erection, right down to the last second when one of us came first. Ian, was first to cum once Maeve lost sight of him and turned her attention to her own orgasm, that made her so tight that Ian only had a guilty, sad look to show for when Maeve finally stopped moving.

As for Yuting, she was about to give up when Maeve pulled herself up, to reveal the load of cum that Ian had irresponsibly sprayed inside another woman. Given that sight, I could understand why, Yuting would go straight onto her fours and ask me to fuck her – while facing Ian. Seeing how pleased and excited Maeve was for this unconventional ‘swap’, I obeyed fate and went berserk on Yuting, without any pause, pace, and control.

Within two minutes, I called my ‘shots’ and pulled out of her at the last minute, too worried to care if she was on any form of birth control at all. Maeve, on the other hand, saw how ‘ready’ I was and helped me to my feet, before she went down caringly on me. In the end, I took another few minutes before I blew my load, into the very woman I loved and would share.

Over the next few hours and more drinks, the four of us worked out what we just did, and left closer than we had met that evening.