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Present Participle

Although you had always allowed, and even encouraged me to ‘go out’ with guys, I always have my reservations about what, or how you really feel about it. I may not completely understand the appeal of seeing your own girl sleep with other men, but I am no stranger to fantasies of having another man’s cock in my pussy.

Despite how many times I have tried to organise one, I found myself losing interest as quickly too, partly because you were indifferent about participating, though I really wanted you to. In my mind, I just have that ringing thought, or rather, ‘inspiration’, that – your birthday, somehow seemed to be a good, and appropriate time to do such a thing. You wanted ‘memorable’, right?

There was always someone I had in mind, and that person, was in a way, conflicting, yet, possibly helpful, if I can get myself in the right mind. A good analogy, would be something along the lines of psychotherapy, perhaps facing my own fears, or coming to terms with my past.

I guess I needed you to know, that a lot of things, history and emotions, went through my mind before I had even texted him, but I know how meaningless that (thinking about it) really is, and there was only one way to find out.

With all my courage, I dropped him a text, asking him if he wanted to meet, and relive the old days – one last time. At that point in time, I didn’t care if I appeared needy, scheming, or even weak, because I was really more interested in what was going through his mind.

(He replied) ‘Sure. Studio M?’

That hotel, was one we had visited before, and was pleasant enough that I had no reason not to say ‘no’ to. So, we further set a date and time, to see each other there, perhaps for our last time.

On the actual day, I showed up in that tight, black dress which never failed to get him hard, especially when it keeps riding up my butt. Upon meeting me, we gave each other a customary hug and proceeded upstairs, completely overwhelmed by the emotions we once had for each other.

In the lift, standing at such close proximity to him, there were frankly quite a number of things I wanted to do to him. First, a hard slap, then, a kiss that ends with a bite, then, more kissing to take away the pain, and lastly, a continuous, playful squeeze of his groin until we reached our floor.

But thankfully, we did none of that. He just kept his distance until I put my arm around his, officially breaking the ice for him to hold me by my waist.

Once we entered the hotel room, I pushed him into the toilet and pinned the door shut while I set my phone up for video-recording, only dashing off for a few seconds to reach a dark, discreet corner. When I finally let him out, my bra and thongs were folded and placed neatly on the table, instead of staying under my dress.

To be unfair, I didn’t give him any time to react and just dragged him to the study table after that, where I went on my knees, and began sucking him off in the most affectionate manner. Maintaining eye contact with his expressionless face, I couldn’t help but thanked you mentally, for being so engaging, responsive, and most importantly, appreciative of simple acts like sucking you off. Despite my senses being physically present in the same room as him, I could still hear your arousing, helpless groans as I executed the same maneuver for this other man to experience.

About fifteen minutes into the oral sex, I felt the familiar, micro-tremors in my mouth and we both knew exactly what was going to happen. I loosened my lips around his girth and continued pushing my lips as far down as I could go, midway fondling his balls until his hips buckled and filled my mouth full of cum. I was unsure if it was habitual, but I swallowed his load without hesitation, or flinching my eyes.

Once I was done ingesting his first load, I climb on top of him and pull my dress off, flashing my long-lost, G-cups for him to grope to his heart’s delight. Since I was straddling him, I could more or less, tell if he was ready. But for the time he wasn’t, I made sure to smother him with my lips, moaning and sighing in kisses as he played with my breasts.

In little time, I felt his bulge pushing itself into my lower-lips and I promptly plopped him inside. Three-seconds, was all I took before I progressed to the crazy-cowgirl ride, bouncing up and down hard on his cock. Spanking me like he used to do, I was just surprised to detect tiny, little gasps happening in my pussy. It was a mixed element of surprise, and pain, which didn’t feel bad at all.

Motivated by sheer pleasure and my dominance over him, I remained mostly tight for the whole ride, stretching his stamina out over fifteen minutes before he began convulsing again.

Seeing his pitiful, helpless face, I slammed my hips even harder over his cock and kept my eyes peeled as he took his last breath, before he sank into the sheets like a deflated balloon. Though the ‘air’ was just his cum pumping freely into my pussy.

Unlike in the past, I didn’t have to worry making a mess, or babies. You have ensured my safety for our sake. I dismounted him and went straight for my phone, while he laid there drained of any strength. I was so ready to send you our video once I finished connecting to the hotel’s WiFi.

(He asked) ‘Are you staying the night?’

No, I wouldn’t miss your birthday for anything in the world.

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Love, and Sex

Love, I don’t know if I told you this before, or have communicated this to you through other means, but I feel truly lucky to have you. Aside from being the perfect girlfriend, wife, and mother, you are, on a whole other level, a perfect lover.

I don’t know how you do it, or if you can also do this to another guy, but you have put me (multiple times) in such a relaxed state that I cannot think of another time that I was ever in such a mood.

You would always begin by placing both your lips at the tip of my cock, keeping them pressed together so ever gently, before you slide them very slowly downward. You would first go over the smooth, sensitive ‘big head’, then hit the vital, over-stimulating bump, before you let those lips slide down my engorged shaft. You would keep doing that over and over again, at first feeling the build-up of my stress and desperation, followed by the most liberating, exasperated sighs and heaves of relief.

Your hands too, are completely capable of pleasurable wonders even though you didn’t have much faith in them. There were times you covered me in so much saliva, or oil, and then used your hands to keep me ‘up’. Those times were so memorable, not because you seldom did it, but they reminded me of how careful you are that it felt like you were doing it for the first time – no matter how many times you did it.

I liked hearing your thoughts, or rather, your implied answers, whenever I spoke ‘dirty’ to you. To be fair, I wasn’t jealous of them, or worried that you did something for them that you didn’t do for me. You are, in every sexual ways, accommodating and flexible, so much so that I know every guy would fall victim to your magical hunger.

I asked about your exes, and sometimes flings, because I wanted to find out, or be sure, that they failed to appreciate you as you deserved. You have loved me so wholeheartedly, and even wildly, to the point that I must keep getting feedback to give you more than you have given me. Thus, I sometimes taunt you a little, delay your orgasms a little, so you can have it stronger when it comes.

And for the most wonderful gift you allowed, was your desire to have my cum inside of you, no matter where. I don’t know of any guys who would want otherwise, but your outgoing insistence on that was a huge ego-boost. Although I have not said this to anyone, but I can imagine how proud I would be if I can tell all the guys that my girl loves for me to cum inside her.

Jiggy-jiggy things aside, I like how clingy you are. In a way, you like us to be as intimate as we can, as situations allow. My hands on you, my lips on yours, my cock in you, what more can a man ask from their woman?

That’s why I used the word ‘lover’, because you loved me in every ways you know, sometimes even giving in to my demands you aren’t fully comfortable with.

I love you baby.

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The Hungry

‘I’m not wearing anything under the sweater and tights.’

Those very words, that Maeve has whispered into my ears on the ferry, were made more unbearable when she put my hand between her thighs, in the taxi, to show me how wet she already was. Skipping the unimportant details of checking in, I was so close to losing my mind when we were finally granted some privacy in our hotel room.

Like the well-prepared gentleman I was, it was just part of my routine to get everything in place, and both of us comfortable, before anything begins. But unlike me, Maeve was less bothered by my perspiration when she started ‘tearing’ at my shorts, stripping my bottoms off quicker than I could whip my camera out.

(Maeve asked) ‘Is it on?’

‘Ye.. Yes!’

At once, her mouth went straight over my cock and left me exasperated as my mind faded to a blank, half-worrying if she was still in the camera frame. Drifting in and out of sheer-pleasure, I struggled to put the camera on a tripod before my hands were finally free, to hold onto her double-plaids she had done specially for me.

Pulling on her hair with minimal force, Maeve did most of the work maintaining my europhic tremors, along with the breathless groans of relief on every slow, downward stroke. Combining that slippery, hot blowjob with a rhythmic, opposing handjob, she had perfectly replicated the sensation of her vagina, made better with the occasional mind-blowing suction on the dick head.

By the time she got tired, I was mostly drained of any life, but enough to keep an erection going. I was brought to the bed next, placed on my back, and before I knew it, she was already on top of me.

Sliding my saliva-coated cock haphazardly into her pussy, not a single second was wasted once she started riding me. Bouncing, rocking, and twerking her hips to her delight, I was really just writhing and squirming to the unbelievable ease of my cock slipping in and out of her.

My desperate groans and hoarse moans, seemed to only spur her on as she moved even faster, neglecting any sense of goodness that I should be feeling, in place for her inevitable, rightful reward.

In less than five minutes, I was so wasted that my mind was all over the place, made worse by my erection that was still going strong for her to ride her mind out on. When I was halfway into unconsciousness, I finally felt the orgasm coming and could do nothing else, but groan the warning call out loud before unloading my whole load, into the unsatiable girl who was still milking for more.

(Maeve asked) ‘Can I.. Cum with you.. Inside?’

My respond couldn’t matter when she was already rubbing one out herself, squeezing and pinching my expended member multiple times until she came on her own. Our sweaty bodies then laid close to each other for a long while before she filled the tub up, for me to rest in until I was ready to go again.

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Immovable

(Maeve asked) ‘You said you like it sloppy right?’

(I excitedly replied) ‘Uh huh.. ‘

With my arms tied far away from me, and ankles spread so wide apart it hurt my glut, I was fixated on her (head’s) descend into my nether region, warming me boner-deep as her lips formed a seal around my manhood. In an almost-doggystyle-like position, every visible part of her body was a delight to watch, as she tirelessly bobbed her head up and down, in front of my convulsing belly.

After a few intense, never ending minutes of me trembling uncontrollably to her merciless, and even less forgiving blowjob, I was finally given some time to recompose myself, while she headed towards the bathroom that was somewhere behind me.

No more than a minute later, I heard the door opened and unfamiliar voices coming from the hallway. It didn’t take much longer for my suspicion/ curiosity/ fear, to be answered when I saw a distant, yet known, feminine figure appear in front of me.

Nothing was said but after they got over the giggling part, she stepped off the mezzanine staircase and stood beside one of my immobilised arms. Brazenly reaching under my pits, she put a hand around my cock and began playing with it, doing so in a more ‘explorative’ way than a sexual one.

As crazy as this whole ‘staycation’ had gone out of my expectations, what really left me flabbergasted was the ensuing sight, of four, naked-waist-down men coming up to where I was restrained. Once again, Maeve went onto her knees and resumed sucking me off, while one of the guys positioned himself behind her.

(Maeve let off an exasperated moaned) ‘Haaaahhh.. MMMM.. ‘

No matter how ‘satisfied’ she sounded, I felt an ache instead. All I could do was helplessly watch her get fucked while she was still pleasuring me, though there increasingly more (open-mouth) gasps to keep me distracted.

At some point, her friend made herself comfortable behind me, and initiated a handjob. I couldn’t believe how we were both moaning so endearingly, lusting desperately for each other while our bodies were clearly more stimulated by the outsiders’ help.

(Man 1 groaned) ‘I’m about to.. cum.. where should I.. UGHH!’

Maeve, with a spiteful look in her eyes jerked her hips backwards, sending her delicate pussy down his shaft as he gathered his footing, and remaining strength. Pounding her too forcefully for my liking, Maeve actually managed to slip me into her mouth a few times before the loud grunt sent shivers down her spine, diverting her attention to her pussy that was nearing climax as well.

At his last few ‘spurts’, my little girl gave me her guilty, regretful look, right before her arms gave way to a mind-blowing orgasm. To that, the hand stroking me moved even faster, re-energising my mood as the second guy parked his meat in her.

It wasn’t until the hand pumping my engorged cock became more gentle, did I realised what have she been up to. According to her, I grew bigger when the first guy came, and got even harder when the second guy began his tryst.

Friend then ducked under my arm, and skilfully maneuvered herself in between my legs. Her skirt and panties quickly came off and the next thing I know, her feet were by my butt, and pussy swiftly lowering itself over my cock. When I could finally lock gaze with Maeve again, my desire to see some form of ‘disblief’ was crushed.

A sly, cheeky smile only confirmed my doom, as we were both fucked at the same time. While her friend took her sweet time to ride and gyrate my senses to smithereens, Maeve was taking it fast and furious. Within minutes, the second guy came and went, leaving her for the third, and final load to be deposited.

I couldn’t believe my eyes when he rammed her even harder then the second guy, unleashing depths and speed that knocked the wind out of Maeve every two or three strokes. Seeing her sway left and right relative to her state of consciousness, I was caught between sympathy and anger.

(Man 3) ‘Cumming.. now.. ‘

Like a rocket blasting off the face of Earth, he kept a poker face as Maeve groaned for her life. Right after he was done, he backed away from her and let her hips fell onto the steps, where a narrow gap provided all the visuals I needed to see thick blobs of translucent fluid leaking out of her.

Once Maeve no longer required my attention, my senses rapidly returned to the gorgeous girl riding me. In less than two minutes, I was writhing and cringing and begging for her to get off me, while chanting my final warning over and over again.

‘Please.. get off me.. ‘

‘Ohhhh.. yeahhhh.. ‘

As pitiful as my last words sounded, it was spoken at the same time I erupted my liquid gold into her. Unlike how those guys probably felt, it was immensely calm, relaxing, and even liberating – for me.

Once her mission was over, she lifted herself up just high enough to ‘release’ my load over my shrinking dong, drenching it like how a snowcap looked. Maeve wasted no time in licking them up, and sucking on my deflated manhood before her friend even got out of the way.

A minute or so later, our room was once again quiet, smelling just of sex and nothing else. The rest of our evening was filled with cuddles, kisses, massages, and a hearty room-service meal. That half-hour we took to finish our dinner, was about how long the Viagra needed to take effect.

Somehow, night never came as we took turns ravishing each other, leaving no foreskin unturned, no cum remained, no genitals un-sore, and no one unspent. With each of her three pairs of panties getting soaked just seconds after she put them on, there were none left for our short trip to the breakfast-buffet line.

I hope she enjoyed the huge servings of man-cream all of us took so much effort to serve it deep inside her, minus the little snack she got out of me right before we left our room.

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Soaked Panties

(Maeve whispered) ‘can we leave now? my panties is soaked.’

As soon as she said that, she took my hand and stuffed a wet, warm pair of panties into the palm, thereafter closing my fingers to hide it. Not only was I relieved to know that the elixir worked, I was even more astonished by its effect. The ‘dilemma’ she posted me with, was exactly the cue I was waiting for.

Immediately, I fired the app to book a ride while paying for our drinks, all the while hounded by her impatience for her long-overdue creampie. No more than ten minutes later, we were at the pick-up point, waving to our car that was waiting in line for us.

Right after we shut the door, she immediately slid her hand over my shorts, unzipping it carelessly and stuck her hand in for the preliminary massage. Needless to say, she was too glad to keep my mind distracted for our journey through the CBD.

Within fifteen minutes, we had arrived at our destination – a hotel that she was vaguely familiar with.

‘Did you put the right address? We’re at.. ‘

‘Yes I did. Thank you sir! Have a good night!’

And just like that, we were on our way to the room which card was already in my pocket. Seconds after we settled down, she excused herself to the bathroom, giving me that long-awaited opportunity to leave a gap in the (bedroom) door, and way less seconds to blast a message into the group chat.

Once she reappeared, I just hugged her and fell her over onto the bed. Flipping her onto her chest, I slipped one hand between her wet centerfold and teased her leaking pussy, while I rolled left and right to gather the straps I had prepared beforehand.

(Maeve argued) ‘That’s a nice surprise.. but I want to do the work!’

‘Not tonight. I’m, going to keep you high and your mind in a daze.’

That lip-biting, submitted-look only made me more feisty, as I tightened all the straps at her wrists and knees. Alas, she was in the restrained-doggystyle I had envisioned, hips propped up by the two pillows I tucked under her belly.

Wasting not a second more, I lathered myself up with our favourite coconut oil and slid my cock right in, penetrating her at a pace too fast for comfort. Nonetheless, she immediately went wild with her moans as I pounded her curvy ass, plowing my dick as far and as hard as I could go.

Keeping my pace under strict control, I lasted about ten minutes before I pulled out, and another, unfamiliar dick took my place.

(As Maeve moaned) ‘J?! Are you.. ahhh.. there? How ka.. come you ahhh so much.. bigger?’

I rushed over to her side and laid in a chest-down position, reassuring her of my presence.

‘Are you mad that I didn’t tell you about this?’

‘Ma.. ahhh.. ad? No but.. but.. MMMMMM!’

Her speech became slurred as the guy went faster and harder, leaving no moist parts of her untouched. Unknown to Maeve, the title of my ‘ad’ was ‘Cum-and-Go for $20’. The only variable that I couldn’t control, or wasn’t aware of, was
‘how many’ people would turn up.

Eight or so minutes later, a loud groan was heard and then a few more weaker, breathless ones. After he stepped away, before I saw any money, Maeve groaned again to the ‘new’ entry, jerking as mercilessly as the first guy. All in all, no one took more than ten minutes, to cum-and-go after paying their debts.

There were never more than three people in the ‘queue’, though I was still amazed at how an unnamed someone ‘organised’ things in the group chat. One hour into the pump-and-dump segment, Maeve was mostly silent, only forcing a smile every now and then when I gave her kisses.

(Group chat) ‘2 more.’

Less than thirty minutes later, the room was quiet again. I freed Maeve from the bed and flipped her around, constantly asking if she was ok.

‘Do you want to take a shower?’

(In Maeve’s weak voice) ‘no.. I want yours inside me first.’

In missionary, I granted her her wish and went slow and steady, tucking my engorged, swollen manhood into her plump and sore pussy repeatedly. Under that peaceful, stress-free environment, we only had lust and love between us, though they were mostly represented in liquid form.

After fifteen minutes or so, I groaned and buckled, holding myself back just long enough for her to rub one out, before we climaxed together.

I couldn’t stop myself from being wide-eyed, as I watched her pull out finger after finger of thick, sticky-white cum – to feed herself. Once most of it was ‘consumed’, she took some time to lick me clean before we went into the bathroom.

In there, she vacated every last drop of cum and pee she could force out, then rinsing her vagina as far up as she could. That night, she fell asleep pretty quickly, but having seen what I saw, it was hard not to get hard.

Lucky for me, she was all for it when I suggested to ‘help myself to her’. Nothing should feel better than a warm load, embedded deep in her pussy, right before sleep.