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Full Underwear

Dominic: ‘Mina, don’t play.’
Hermina: ‘Shhh, there’s no one here.’

She put up a little struggle to get her hands into his pants on the empty upper deck of a bus, sending them home after a dim sum breakfast. As much as he feared being caught, her eagerness to ‘prepare’ him before they got home was turning him on. Gradually, he died down resisting his horny girlfriend and let her had her ways.

Dominic wore a pair of bermudas that had an elastic waistband, making it easy for Hermina to stick her hand into. Grabbing his semi-hard dick, she began stroking it in his underwear, till he was moaning while it grew larger in her palm.

Hermina then took one of his free hands to her skirt and perched one leg over his lap. Automatically, he slipped his strong arm under her dress and went straight for her pussy, where no panties came to stop him. A gasp told her how surprised he was and his fingers went over her clit to express his lust.

Hermina (whispering): ‘Like it?’
Dominic: ‘Yeah. Lucky your dress is long.’
Hermina (whispering): ‘If not you will be more horny when other guys sees my upskirt right?’

A twitch in his dick replied a yes and her hand moved faster, driving his fingers to plunge into her wet hole in an attempt to put up a fight. The two of them remained in their seats but their bodies jerked non-stop to each others’ violent masturbation.

After a few minutes, Dominic felt the friction of his foreskin and her hand heating things to an uncomfortable level and pulled her hand out to let it cool down. Hermina then went between her legs to gather some of her organic man-made fluid to coat it over his shaft.

Hermina: ‘Okay now?’

Dominic couldn’t say anything once she started pumping again, shutting his eyes to the high speed handjob in her soft tiny hands. Rolling her thumb on top of his pee hole, she loved how his body shivered, growing stronger till she finally resumed the normal strokes. In the heated exchange of reliefs and intense dick head stimulation, Dominic kept groaning as he fingered her.

Hermina too wasn’t thinking properly due to his fingers, reaching deeper as she teased his pre-cum-oozing cock. What seemed like a long time later, her body finally trembled violently and her legs clamped onto his hand, sending a small stream of juices into his palm.

Hermina (whispering): ‘I’ve cummed. It’s your turn now.’

She lowered his waistband of his underwear and shorts to let his dick breath, and went all out jerking it at her fastest. All Dominic could do was to hold her vibrating hand to slow her down in vain.

Dominic: ‘I’m cumming!’
Hermina: ‘Wait wait!’

She stopped her movements and reached into her bag for her panties. She pulled his bottoms over his manhood and stuffed her soft silk panties into his underwear.

Dominic: ‘It will dirty your clothes.’
Hermina: ‘Do I look like I care?’

With a sly grin across her face, she went all out at him, making him grab the front seats tightly as his body straightened. A few seconds later, the huge gush of cum shot into whatever was above his penis, spewing the load all over her hand. To her horror, it was going non-stop and some of it was leaking out from his legs.

Still squeezing his dick, he kept going for a full minute before a sigh ended their fun on the bus. With the mess they made, the two of them discussed about what they should do before she took out the packet of wet wipes from her bag. The clean up was a hassle as she had to wipe the sticky cum off her hand, and fish her panties out of the slimy cave.

Dominic: ‘See lah. Where are you going to keep your panties?’

She stretched the elastic underwear and slipped it over her legs, pulling it up all the way over her pussy.

Hermina: ‘There. Done.’

Dominic adjusted his dick to a cosy position and carefully placed his juice-dried hand over her shoulder. Cuddling in his embrace for the rest of the journey, Hermina was still horny from the thoughts of what she would be going through when they reached his place.

Hermina (whispering): ‘Love, later.. can you fuck me hard like never before?’
Dominic: ‘Eh. Don’t turn me on again. I’ll do my best k?’
Hermina: ‘Okie. If it’s not good then I’ll fuck you hard.’

Once they entered his room, she dropped her dress onto the ground and went naked before he did. Her pussy was glistering with the earlier orgasm she had and the quick shift to his bed was totally inviting him to do her with her legs opened and fingers rubbing on her own clit.

Dominic: ‘Haiz.. am I lucky or not to have such a horny girlfriend?’
Hermina (shouting happily): ‘Super lucky!’

She slapped the condom away from his hands as he wanted to opened it, as a sign she knew it was a safe day to be doing it raw. Kneeling on the bed between her legs, she pulled him into her with her feet on his back and sank the dick with a gratifying moan.

Now, isn’t it perfect to have a girlfriend like Hermina?

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Mental Play

Having taken up multiple modelling jobs before, Desiree had met her fair share of perverts who tried to get their hands on her but to no avail. Being a clubber and a fashionable lady, countless guys had been into her but she knew better than to let them get their ways and feel used.

I known her through this very blog and learnt that she was a model, and am still one, but had changed her standards about photoshoot. Coming up with a plan (not to bed her) was tough especially when I have to manage someone who had much more experience than I do in that field (of modelling). While she is good at what she has been doing, I am good at thinking and coming up with ideas, useful or not, I shall not say.

Me (Whatsapp): ‘I have came up with a photoshoot idea, that doesn’t need you to get yourself in the mood, or get into any specific poses. Want to try?’
Desiree (Whatsapp): ‘What is it exactly? Sounds interesting. Can tell me more?’
Me (Whatsapp): ‘I can’t tell you cause it cannot be expressed in word. It will be a sensory experience of a lifetime. I guarantee you.’
Desiree (Whatsapp): ‘And if it’s not?’
Me (Whatsapp): ‘Then I’ll try again next time lo.’
Desiree (Whatsapp): ‘What?! Full of nonsense you know. K lah. Let’s fix a time and place.’

Long story short, we met up at a not-too-shabby hotel for the first time. And as explained, she wore what she felt most comfortable in, an off-shoulder shirt with a pair of shorts. Across her shoulder was a beach bag that looked empty, or perhaps it had something big in it.

We went up to the room with little words exchanged to keep her mind clear and she laid on the bed. For me, I brought a chair next to her and sat down with my iPad and the camera resting next to her. Bedsheets were messed up intentionally and she was just enjoying the comfortable bed only hotels could provide.

For the shoot, I had prepared a story. It was written with lots of research in the hypno-therapy field and what took most time was to come up with a storyline that would help her find resemblance in the shortest time possible. Placing the iPad on my raised legs, I took the camera in my hands and asked her to move those beddings that would give her the most space to move.

And then, I threw her a pair of blindfold, designed not to crush onto the user’s eyes, maintaining darkness even if she opened her eyes. Desiree had came to this shoot with an open mind, and that was all that I needed.

After everything were in place, I began reading, in a less-than-lively tone, a little deeper in pitch, and at a pace our minds would not grow tired of hearing. Spending a lot of time on this story somehow implanted most of the plot in my mind, giving me some freedom to recite while away from my iPad. I was anxious to find out what were the effects of the ‘Story of the Century’. There was just two persons featured, her, and the male lead.

Slowly, her hands went to the hems of her shirt, pulling them over her head and dropping them outside the bed. She squeezed her 34C boobs together before unclipping the front hooks, letting her breasts fall to the sides naturally. After her top, she tugged her shorts along with her panties down her legs, and kicked it out of reach towards the end of the bed.

No matter what her mind was interpreting, it was working. As the story moved to the bondage part, her legs parted towards the edges of the bed with her hands reaching upwards, twisting and moving as though they were bounded by an invisible rope.

From the time she started stripping, my camera was already firing and it was all good so far. Her knees bent as though someone had opened them wider, and her hips raised and fell, while giving off a moan. Yes, the ‘dick’ was inside her. As the male lead rammed harder, Desiree’s breathing went faster, along with her chest moving rapidly. Armed with a camera between her legs, she was getting wetter without any physical stimulation at all.

Moreover, her pussy was, was moving on its own. Gapping and twitching like her mind was telling she was having sex with someone. After the missionary rape, one of her hands moved to her waist, and forming a O-shape with her thumb and index finger, she brought the ‘dick’ to her mouth, where her tongue appeared to perform for the imaginary rod.

Twisting her fingers around the shaft, the scene was shorter than the sex and she followed the plot, to turn over and get on her fours. The lead then slowly forced his cock into her and instead of jerking (because there isn’t anyone fucking her), her body was moving backwards, deviating from the plot a little.

The huge cock kept thrusting into her juicy cunt, dripping her fluids over the bedsheets as he went deeper. After some time, the man closed her knees together and went down for a lick, causing her to lift her hips higher for him.

Once she was wetter than before, her feet opened up while her thighs remained shut, giving the man a different kind of doggie, a much tighter and overwhelming one. All of a sudden, she rolled over on her back and spread for the camera, rubbing her own clit while her feet hovered in the air, pulling the unseen figure into her pussy.

Desiree: ‘I am cumming!’

And so was the main character. After she went hyper speed on her clit, an unexpected sight greeted me. A powerful jet of cum squirted at me, barely missing my camera. Her body then went into a convulsion, thrashing around in the bed while her fingers were clamped between her legs.

Damn, I had not placed this information down when I wrote the story. In the turn of event, the ‘guy’ pulled out of her and came over her body, while she trembled in cold sweat on the clean bedsheets.

Panting deeply, she lifted the blindfold away and looked at me with teary eyes.

Me (whispering): ‘Are you alright?’
Desiree (whispering): ‘Yeah. It felt so real. Do you have another story?’
Me (whispering): ‘Nope. It’s too time consuming to write.’
Desiree: ‘To think that a writer is saying that. *chuckle*’

Yeah. How could I ever say that? I cleaned her up with a towel and let her wear her panties back, before showing her the photos I took. Somehow, looking at herself in those compromising poses turned her on again, and the poor me had to endure the next fifteen minutes listening to her moans while she masturbated herself.

With our agenda fulfilled, we packed up and left the hotel, but not before having dinner together. Did I go overboard with such an ‘out-of-the-world’ idea?

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Asumi’s Cup

For a start, let me say that this is a non-sexual entry that I wrote for Asumi, with a daring attempt to make a good guess about her personality and desires. What I have written in no way reflects her true personality and is not intended to expose or taint her reputation. Read it with an open mind, and half-believe what I wrote for you guys to enjoy.

Me: ‘Asumi, give this a try and tell me if it’s good.’

I placed the cup of cappuccino on her table and she held the cup to feel the temperature before taking a sip. The sight of a beautiful half-Japanese lady drinking from a posh looking black up couldn’t be more beautiful, especially with that leopard printed tank top with a pair of leather-looking, shimmering leggings.

Asumi: ‘It’s good. Very milky and sweet even without sugar.’
Me: ‘Haha. Wait a while more and tell me how is it again.’

The look on her face was priceless as she gulped another two mouthful of it, as though some magic would happen after emptying the cup. I took the time to clean up the coffee machine and turned off the lights, preparing to close shop for the night. She was around the bar earlier and dropped by without informing me. Though I wasn’t very tired that night, her visit did brighten my day to have someone accompanying me even for a while.

As the front signage was shut off, I saw her moving on the couch, as though wriggling to something in her pants. I walked past her to clear her cup and she held me abruptly, pulling me down to sit beside her.

Me: ‘How? Is the coffee good?’
Asumi (whispering): ‘What did you add inside?’
Me: ‘A secret formula.’
Asumi: ‘Tell me!’

Me: ‘I can’t. It’s a secret!’

I could see her face blushing in the faint lights from the street lamps and her hands were stroking along her inner thighs. I placed my arm around her and she snuggled quickly into my embrace, giving me a feel that I have control over her now. She was a quick learner when she placed her hand over my groin, disturbing the hard on that was growing underneath. How I wished I could just whip my cock out for her to do anything to it then, but there was something else on my mind.

Me: ‘I want you to take off your leggings.’
Asumi: ‘But I didn’t bring any spare bottoms.’
Me: ‘You won’t need them. I am not going to dirty it.’

Asumi did not think twice after hearing my assurance, and quickly removed her leggings. Her smooth butt simply glowed in the dark and was so alluring that I couldn’t stop staring at them. There was just no way any guys could resist if they were in my position. That long flowing black hair, body hugging tank top, ample breasts and perfectly curved hips. What would you do if you were here?

Asumi :’What do you want me to do?’
Me: ‘Masturbate yourself. But do not climax.’
Asumi: ‘Cause you’re going to help me?’
Me: ‘Just do it first.’

I went to the seats opposite her and sat comfortably, while she placed her feet on the short table in front and her fingers got busy getting herself off. It only took her two minutes before she asked me to go over, and help her to stop before she came.

I pinned her hand against the backrest after a few more seconds and her hips were jerking to deny the fact that she wasn’t allow to cum. Fully satisfied at her performance and self-control, I took out the bottle of serum where the ‘secret’ was contained. Holding it against her nose, she breathed normally and the chocolatey scent made her smile a little.

Asumi: ‘It smells nice.’
Me: ‘Like the coffee?’
Asumi: ‘Yeah.’

I safely tucked the bottle away into my pockets and held both her hands together against the sofa, immobilising her while standing in front.

Asumi: ‘What’s happening?’
Me: ‘Wait.’

I squatted down between her opened legs and blew some cold air onto her pussy, where a soft shiver slowly grew to an intense one.

Asumi: ‘What’s happening? I am feeling warm down there.’
Me: ‘You’ll see. Don’t worry. It won’t hurt.’

Her head flung backwards onto the sofa and her arms grew stronger to resist my hold on her. Her hips were arching up and down and the more she did it, the moving air around her pussy stirred an orgasm that was building up but never seemed to reach.

Asumi: ‘I feel like cumming now.. but I can’t!’

I pulled my hand away from hers and gently used my middle finger to give her clit an upward swipe. Her free hand almost went back to her pussy but I caught her before she succeeded, and something magical occurred.

Her body weakened all of a sudden and the orgasm that she had been waiting for, came like the pleasure of relieving a full bladder, gently, but satisfying. As the first wave of climax passed, I flicked her clit again and the second one came. She could not believe how easily her body orgasmed and my fingers felt so powerful then.

Asumi: ‘Somemore?’

I continued for a total of three times before the fourth one came after a minute. The effects were wearing off and I was about to end her fun for the night.

Me: ‘I am stopping here tonight.’
Asumi: ‘Why? We haven’t even did it.’
Me: ‘You are not supposed to.’
Asumi: ‘You have been reading my blog?’
Me: ‘Everyday.’
Asumi: ‘But I really want it tonight. And I can do it one more time for this week. It’s Sunday already!’
Me: ‘Save that for someone more important. I am just a writer right? Someone who is experienced to stimulate your mind, not please your body.’
Asumi: ‘You.. sigh ‘

I did not want to hear what she had to say because it didn’t matter to me. When someone wants to curb an addiction, I will respect their goal and in my own ability, offer a small escape without jeopardising their efforts. I stood in the back waiting for her to wear her leggings and appeared when she was done.

We waited for a cab to send her home after what happened, with me feeling a little guilty for not making full use of her time and effort to be with me. It was past one after midnight when a Comfort saw us on the opposite side of the road, waving to us to wait while he made a U-turn.

Asumi: ‘Thank you for today.’
Me: ‘You’re not mad at me?’
Asumi: ‘I was. But I know what you did for me.’

She gave me a peck before hopping into the taxi, waving at me till I was out of sight. My journey home was filled with thoughts about this awesome writer and her mission to control her desires. She had this special characteristic that made her feel precious to everyone who had interacted with her. I hope she had enjoyed herself without crossing the lines and gained a little insight to such ‘magic’ liquid that is available in the (black) market.

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Last Sale

Me (shouting): ‘Devi!’

The girl looking barely 18 walked towards me in a decent red dry fit tank top and pink FBTs, waving as she took the notes out of her wallet. Devi had contacted me through my site to purchase a bullet vibrator and the deal was quickly sealed with a meet up in the neighbourhood. Handing the toy over to her, she took it out to check if it was working.

Devi: ‘You included batteries?’
Me: ‘Yeah. I have a few lying around. But I don’t think they will last.’
Devi: ‘Means I can use it tonight!’
Me: ‘Haha. Too much info!’

She gave a cute tongue out smile and walked beside me as I headed back home. I had no idea where she was going but it was the least I could ask from the short brown haired girl wearing so simple yet suggestively.

Me: ‘Aren’t you afraid of being raped going braless?’
Devi: ‘No ah. You live around here only, and if anyone comes, they will rape you first! I have perfect vision you know?’

True enough, she had noticed the hard on under my thin shorts from the short messages we exchanged about using the toy. We walked a little distance towards me place before I spotted a void deck with flickering lights, imagining to do something fun with her. The alert girl knew where I was walking through and stopped with me at one of those seats around the lift, with our backs facing the main walkway.

Devi: ‘You live here?’
Me: ‘Nope. Just see if you are going to accompany me.’
Devi: ‘Okay then. I am going home.’
Me: ‘Just kidding luh!’

I grabbed her hand out of playfulness and she collapsed onto my lap, poking my dick at her shorts instantly. There was no signs of her getting up and I proceed to take the toy from her hand, uncoiling the wires to give her a test drive.

Me: ‘I show you how to use it k?’
Devi: ‘Very outdated pick up line huh? I think everyone knows how it works.’

I pressed the pink coloured bullet against her crotch and rolled the speed dial, setting off a powerful vibration across her body. As how foreplay went, I quickly slowed it down and felt her legs spreading to the sides of my thighs. The girl was grinding her butt as I guided the toy up and down her slit, getting her hornier for something more adventurous.

Me: ‘Can I put it in?’

The few seconds passed without any reply from her and I pulled her shorts opened, slipping my hand into her panties directly to conserve the battery. The moment it came in contact with her clit, her hands went to my hips and the fingernails dug into my flesh. As painful as it was, I did not squirm a bit and focused on running the bullet all over her pussy.

Devi: ‘Do girls put it inside?’
Me: ‘Let’s give it a try?’

I brought the toy lower to her entrance and pushed it in slowly, closely monitoring her body’s reaction to it. Instead of letting me continue at my pace, her hand took over the docking and shoved the rest in, arching her back forward as an orgasm caused her body to shake in the most gentle shiver.

I knew she loved it inside and it had answered her question. While she was indulging herself in the vaginal stimulation, I lifted her shirt to massage her bare breasts, nipples erected to my pinch-roll actions. She only lasted about five minutes before complaining that her pussy was going numb from the powerful vibrations. Knowing that the ‘demo’ was over, I tugged at the wire to pull it out and she was comfortably sitting on me.

Devi: ‘Want to check this block out?’
Me: ‘Isn’t it like any other blocks? That is a flat out lousy pick up line.’
Devi: ‘Okay. I am really going home this time!’
Me: ‘Ehh!’

I ran to the lift pulling her along and clicked on the second highest floor, no reasons in particular. Our little fling continued in the brightly lit lift with one of my hand in her shorts and rubbing on her clit so fast her knees almost gave way before we reached the floor. It was just an attempt to get back at that shy but adventurous girl.

After the lift, we went to a corner of the stairs between two floors and she hastily lowered my shorts. I didn’t even feel fair when she began jerking me, cause she did not allow me to touch her (anymore). A few minutes of boring handjob later, I could not take the lack of excitement and gave her the emotionless look until she stopped.

Devi: ‘What’s wrong?’
Me: ‘I can’t cum.’
Devi: ‘Okay.. that’s new. Good or bad thing?’

I did not speak a word more and led her in front of a wall where no one could see us. As soon as I made sure the distance was sufficient for her to bend over, I nudged her body down and roughly tugged her shorts down to her ankles. The surprised girl did not resist a single bit and I proceeded to aim my meat bullet at her, before ramming it in in one swift thrust.

I anticipated her oncoming groan and covered her mouth as I sent my hips into a violent shiver, sliding that piece of meat deep into the unprepared girl. One hand was over her mouth and the other was at her waist, pulling her backwards as I rammed forward. She did not last more than two minutes before an overwhelming tightness stopped me in my tracks, sensing a relaxed pee-like stream onto the ground between our feet.

Right before I felt her loosening, I carried on fucking and resulted in her almost kneeling onto the concrete ground. My hand had moved to her waist and prevented her from falling, all the time pounding my hard stick at her.

Devi (breathlessly): ‘You really can’t cum?’
Me: ‘Of course I can cum. And it’s coming soon.’

Her hands reached for the PVC pipes beside her and held onto them, while I felt another wave of contraction from her.

Me: ‘Are you squeezing me?’
Devi: ‘No.. I am cumming!’
Me: ‘So fast ah? Let’s cum together then.’
Devi: ‘Outside k? Not inside.’

I gave her my last burst of strength, ramming her brains out and exited as the last stroke clicked the ‘Fire’ button. The sight her whitish cum over me, with the incoming strong jets of semen rushing out for war, remained deep in my memories. The super glue landed on her pussy lips and I kept myself occupied by aiming at the ‘clean’ areas to cover every part with my cum. Thankfully I was still sober, avoiding an accident when she suddenly lost her grip and falling back on my body.

Seeing the girl had no more energy to even stand straight, I helped by pulling her panties and shorts over the lubricated pussy, even giving it a quick rub to make sure it was snuggling fit. We sat at the steps for sometime to recover our strength and she was leaning on me throughout.

Devi: ‘You very mean eh. Pull my panties so high up. Want to make sure I get pregnant ah?’
Me: ‘No lah. Keep you warm mah.’
Devi: ‘It’s really warm though. If only I can sleep right now.’
Me: ‘Let’s go home then?’
Devi: ‘Your home?’
Me: ‘Why not your home?’
Devi: ‘Serious?’

We were caught between an awkward joke that turned serious all of a sudden. Of course we went back to our own homes, but I didn’t sleep there though. The still-horny me went to her place for the night, where we explored every possible use for the vibrator and kept ourselves sweaty till the sun was almost out.

The worse thing I had imagined came true when her mum knocked at her door, walking into the two of us naked under the bedsheets. Smiling as she placed the tray of soy bean curd and fried fritters, the only greeting I could mutter was ‘Auntie’. It was only during breakfast (on her bed) that she told me her mum was so happy to see her with a guy instead of always bringing girls home to sleep.

Auntie: ‘Going home ah Ah Boy?’
Me: ‘Yeah. Need to work later.’
Auntie: ‘Come by often k? Don’t need to be shy.’
Me: ‘Sure sure.. ‘
Devi: ‘Ignore her lah. Still sure sure.. ‘

Devi hurried me out of the door to her waving mum, with a confused but glad face following me home. Thinking about it, isn’t her mum a little too young? I am now in a dilemma about the night I spent with her, unsure if she was les, bi or straight, cause girls bringing girls home could be a totally harmless thing.

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Daughter’s Best Friend

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Jeslyn: ‘Hi Uncle!’
Andy: ‘Hello. Going to sleep over tonight?’
Jeslyn: ‘Yeah. We have some projects to rush.’

He watched the 19 year old girl in yellow floral bralet and high waist shorts went into his daughters room, knowing that the two best friends often spend nights at each others’ place during the busy period.

His daughter and Jeslyn stayed in the room, occasionally giggling till it was dinner time, where they joined Andy for dinner over a sumptuous meal he cooked. Being a single father, he cooked as often as he could for her as it was the only time he could bond with her.

Jeslyn : ‘Thank you Uncle. The food is super awesome!’
Claire: ‘Thanks dad for cooking extra dishes tonight. We are so hungry.’

Jeslyn then took a photo of the clean plates for her Instagram and went back to their projects, going for hours after midnight. Andy did not have much work to do then and went to bed at 1am, still hearing the girls’ voices discussing work.

Soon, the lights in his daughter’s room went out and their door opened, with a figure pushing his master bedroom door to peep into.

Andy: ‘Yes?’
Jeslyn (whispering): ‘Oops. Goodnight Uncle!’
Andy: ‘Goodnight.’

He turned off his phone’s screen and hid under the blanket, spending the last few minutes of consciousness in thoughts about his work. After some time had passed, he felt the blanket moving and the empty side move to someone lying on it.

Jeslyn (whispering): ‘Uncle?’
Andy: ‘Yes? Why aren’t you asleep yet?’
Jesyln (whispering): ‘Don’t know too.’

He could see her eyes looking at his neck, appearing too shy to meet his line of sight. Her hands were moving around his arm, hugging them into her cleavage with a sense of loneliness. Perhaps it was homesickness, but being a father, he could not just fuck her daughter’s best friend. It was too much of a fantasy to imagine it happening to him.

Jeslyn: ‘Uncle, do you feel lonely being alone every night?’
Andy: ‘Not really. I just want to be a good father to Claire.’

The tiny cotton shorts under the sheets was one thing he felt awkward about, especially with a guest in the same bed as him. Jeslyn did not feel shy in the darkness though, moving her palm over to his slightly protruding tummy, and downwards to the thin material.

Wrapping her fingers around his flaccid rod, it awakened to her gentle touches and got harder gradually. It was his turn to be afraid of looking at Jeslyn in her eyes, knowing clearly that he should not be letting her grope him.

Andy: ‘Should you go to bed now?’
Jeslyn: ‘Nope. Your daughter snores.. ‘

He almost burst into laughter after hearing that, but the strokes running along his shorts had kept him distracted, or focused. Slowly, he shifted his hand to her side as well, feeling her naked thighs, followed by the pair of soft silky panties that she was in.

Pushing his middle finger down on her slit, it was the cue for her to slip her hand into his shorts. She was listening to her primal instincts like him and did exactly just that when he pulled her undies to a side, giving him access to her young, fleshy folds of meat.

Rubbing vigorously on that pearl, she let off a groan and stroked him faster, locked in a mutual masturbathon to relieve her urges.

Jeslyn (whispering): ‘Uncle, when was the last time you had sex?’
Andy: ‘For almost as long as Claire’s mum passed.’
Jeslyn: ‘How long is it?’
Andy: ‘One year?’
Jeslyn (whispering): ‘I mean this.. ‘

She dug her nail into his pee hole and shocked him into a hornier state, almost jolting his body upright.

Andy: ‘Umm.. I guess.. eight inches? Why?’
Jeslyn: ‘My ex is only six.’

She tucked her knees in to remove her panties and rolled over to his body, getting into a cowgirl position almost immediately. Letting her pussy glide along his shaft a few times, Andy was just looking at her sexy neckline, with her bralet still on.

Andy (whispering): ‘Want me to remove these?’
Jeslyn (whispering): ‘Don’t. I like to do it clothed.’

She blindly let her hips guide her pussy over his dick and sat down very slowly, gasping at each inches that were piercing into her tight hole. It felt never ending to her, obviously thicker and longer than anything she had inside.

After a minute, their bodies were in each others’ arms and the moment of silence was for her to adjust to his rod size.

Jeslyn (whispering): ‘Uncle, can you move? I’m a little tired.’
Andy: ‘Yupp.’

His short answer came easily and she perched her chest up by straightening her arms. Her knees had locked in place to raise her butt up to the ideal height, so he could..

*Ahh.. ahh.. ahh*

Her moans broke the silence as he thrust upwards, piling violently into her pussy that got wetter as he went deeper. Her hair was neatly placed behind and he could see how horny she was from the biting lips expression she gave to suppress her voice.

Her vagina was stretched so thinly that every area of his dick was in contact with her sensitive muscles. The fixated pose of Jeslyn, and the fluid ramming body of Andy, made her seemed like she frozen on top of a sex machine.

Pounding non-stop, Andy had full control of the tempo and was totally immersed in driving her crazy with her orgasms. Watching her gasp desperately for air, he knew he was doing a good job to make her feel comfortable. Although he was the one working hard, she was perspiring as though she was riding.

Jeslyn (panting): ‘Uncle.. doggie.. ‘

He wriggled himself out from under her body and legs, hopping into her requested position with lots of excitement. In one stroke, he shoved his dick into her and made her squeal so scarily loud. There was no way Jeslyn could say anything except to muffle her moans in his pillows, enjoying the deep thrusts that was bombarding her mind.

Jeslyn (moaning): ‘Uncleee.. I.. can’t take it anymore.. ‘
Andy: ‘You came?’
Jeslyn (moaning): ‘Yes yes.. too many times.. ‘

He stopped moving suddenly and let her collapse forward. Lying sideways, she was glaring at that cock covered in her juices, as though that monster had just did something irreversible to her.

Andy: ‘You alright? Like it?’
Jeslyn: ‘No. It’s painful down there. But I like it.’

He gave her a weak smile and moved to where she patted on the bed. Right in front of her face, she took that burly little man in her hand and pumped it rhythmically, allowing Andy to give her clit a massage to take away the pain.

The handjob lasted for a good five minutes before he took over, aiming it at her mouth while he jerked himself off.

Jeslyn: ‘Uncle, I’m feeling better le. Wanna try putting it in again?’

This time round, he went into her in missionary, moving his hips in a dance-like thrust that did not just plumage her genitals. It was just slurping in and out steadily, till Jeslyn dug her nails into his biceps.

Andy: ‘Cumming?’
Jeslyn: ‘Yeah. I can feel it at the max level already.’
Andy: ‘Let’s cum together then. Inside k?’

She nodded eagerly and let him pull out 90%, before driving it back in powerfully. It only took eight strokes to unlock the rapid-fire of their orgasms, forcing her pussy to convulse while his dick throbbed hard to eject all his cum into her.

They remained in that position for almost five minutes, experiencing the most intense climax they had in a long time. She was just panting and disbelieving how long she could cum at one time, and he was being drained of his cum with the wave-like squeezes of her vagina.

After they were done, he pulled out of her reluctantly and she quickly reach for her panties.

Jeslyn: ‘I have to go back now. Thank you Uncle for the dessert.’

She tucked her knees once again to wear her undies back, before skipping out of the room with a blow kiss to him. Unknown to them, Claire was awake all these while and she had heard that they did.

Well, she never spoke of it to her father as Claire’s dad had been fucking her during her sleepover at their place too. So it was a fair deal right?

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