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Her Story

This story was inspired by a true event that happened on 19th July 2012. Written in the point-of-view of my baby girl.

It was an accident that I forgot to wear my bra today. I saw it on the table, and thought I had already put it on, so I kept it without thinking. I was having a class in school that had to be attended in formal wear. Blazer, blouse, skirt and heels were minimum. On top of the uncomfortable new shoes, I had a bagful of notes and a laptop to carry. It was really a disaster when I realised I was braless in the cab, which I jumped into cause I was late. Luckily I had my blazer on, and that became my only form of protection.

Much of the day went by feeling insecure about the lack of support and extra cloth over my breasts, and within half an hour,  the air conditioning got too cold for comfort. It wasn’t my hands or legs that expressed the cold temperature. Instead, it was my nipples. I don’t know why had they gotten extra sensitive, perhaps the movements of arms were causing the thin white blouse under my blazer to brush against the peaks. Since the material was soft and a little translucent (thin), the blazer was like a finger gently brushing over the top.

I found myself getting wet in no time. In fact, I could feel the moisture gathering in my panties. I liked wearing those spandex type sold at NTUC. My boy picked the pink one (which I wore to school) and a blue one, it was cute to see how excited he was to be able to pick underwear for me. The juices soon got thicker and I could feel it gathering at my slit and flowing downwards, having a texture of watery hair gel. If I didn’t do anything about it then, it would have stained my black skirt to a shimmer and people would be able to tell.

Thankfully, the lecturer took a break between the two lessons and I quickly went to the toilet with my extra tampon I carried for emergency. I went to a cubicle with the seat and took off my panties under my skirt. All I could tell from my panties was that the whole area in contact with my vagina was wet and had darken the normal shade of pink. I used the toilet paper and wiped myself as dry as I could, knowing this could get ugly if I remained turned on. I opened the tampon pack and went on to put it inside me. As I pushed it in, I realised I got wet again and knew I had to wipe myself. The pulling out of the tampon was making my face red as I could totally make out the moment he slid my favourite purple toy in and out of me without rest.

I knew what I was doing. Yes, I was masturbating with the tampon, imagining that it was him playing with me. Boy oh boy, if only he was here, I would pull him into the toilet and have that quickie he wanted to try so much. Though the tampon’s applicator was smaller than the toy he used on me, it was better than nothing. As I felt myself losing my mind, I paused my fantasy and pushed the tampon inside. The tampon would keep my panties from getting any wetter for the day, since it would be ending in a few more hours. Still seated, I relieved myself and wiped, but I was still wet.

For the first time without guidance, I opened the mystery slit with both my hands and exposed the inner part to the cold air, which felt refreshing after a long time. I then used my middle finger to locate that clit, which my boy had showed me once, but I couldn’t see it clearly no matter how I tried. Clueless, I probed around lightly and a tremble echoed through my spine – I found it. My finger gently massaged it in circles and the feeling got more intense as the minutes go by. The satisfying feel about masturbation was that I could relax and enjoy, yet I know that if I keep it up, I’ll be on my way to something bigger.

Having seven minutes of break time left, I was going to spend it wisely. Two of my fingers went to work on the clit and I was high – really high. My head was on the toilet cover at the back, while my heels had already gone up to the edge of the bowl. My knees were wide and the tampon was slowly slipping out. In a haste, I just pulled it out and let off a yelp as it almost felt like him exiting me. Those thick whitish juices had coated a bit of my fingers instead of slowing down, they went faster. With time, I felt my eyelids close, sending me into a gentle trance, like a mummy rocking her baby to sleep.

To be honest, this was the first time I touched myself without my boy, and in public. I didn’t moan, nor did I make any noise. It was a peaceful solo ride. I knew I was nearing climax as my muscles in my (masturbating) arm and inner thighs were going into spasm. My legs were propped up without effort and the big one came. Like the volcano erupting after some pent up years, a small stream of juice flowed from my vagina and over my fingers into the bowl which continued for five seconds or more. I could not open my eyes at all. The waves of pleasure kept travelling up my head and I was so sure my breath was steaming hot. My body convulsed and I could not control them until the orgasm subsided.

Wiping myself for the last time (hopefully), I pulled my panties up and adjusted my crumpled skirt. I was drained. And I bet that was how my boy, or in fact, any guys, would feel after cumming – high and exhausted. How I wish his warm load was spewing all over my hands right now. Anyway! That was really a big orgasm that I got, all thanks to the braless incident. In the end, the tampon was thrown away, wore only for a few minutes, and the leaking of trapped vaginal fluid thoroughly soaked through my panties.

With no projects or meetings for the day, I went home quickly to end the uneasiness of not having a bra and to give my boy a call to update him about what happened today!

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Caught in the Act

It wasn’t to get caught stealing a neighbour’s panties and worse, to be wanking on it at the stairs. Carolle finally caught the culprit who had been stealing her panties off the racks at the corridor. Snatching away his pants, she found his wallet and had a close look at him.

Carolle: ‘Randy, 13. S99xxxxxG.’
Randy: ‘Nono, please don’t report me to the police!’
Carolle: ‘You’re caught with your pants down and with my panties in your hand. What do you have to say for yourself?’
Randy: ‘I’m sorry jiejie. I will wash and return it. I’ll do anything you say. Just don’t report me to the police.’
Carolle: ‘You think I’m stupid? You’re a guy, what can you NOT do that I wanted?’
Randy: ‘Please.. I don’t have any money to give.’

In her mind, tons of thoughts were filling her up, but it wasn’t anger nor contempt. It looked more like a complicated scheme was being formulated. Maybe the best punishment wasn’t discipline, since it would not do much to shrink his balls of steel. Instead.. he should be taught a lesson, by leaving a scar on his childhood.

Carolle: ‘Unbutton your shirt.’

Randy froze, but did not bargain. He was at his wits end anyway, being pants-less is as good as being naked. He did as told and waited. Carolle sat on one of the steps and turned him to face her. His dick had shrivelled, but the foreskin was still exposed. Alternating between his shocked expression and his boyhood, it was quite amusing to let him believe such a ‘good’ thing would happen. She took his penis between two fingers and began stroking. Well, it wasn’t really stroking either, just up and down.

In seconds, warmth filled the piece of meat and it was soon throbbing with life. What’s next?

Carolle: ‘Sniff my panties.’

He raised her underwear to his nose and took breaths while his dick twitched with every inhalation. It was fun to see how his body cope with the unbelievable pleasure. Carolle by then had wrapped her fingers around his dick and jerking him at random speed, diving him to the rails for balance as he sniffed and shivered. For a 13 year old boy, he lasted well with her skilful hand and could tire her out – a little.

Still in front of him, she applied her killer moves, ‘caterpillar fingers’, to press on his shaft while still going up and down, like a squeezing motion of a toothpaste. And with her magic, Randy was cumming. The build up could be felt the moment his balls tightened, and the base of his balls created a vacuum. Pointing his dick away from her face, the eruption poured the white lava all over the walls and stairs, some even reached her height on the wall as well.

Shocked by the amount of cum he had, it took Carolle a minute to whip out her phone and snapped a few pictures for memory sake. Oblivious to her, Randy had been watching her downblouse all the time she was masturbating him. Who really lost out?

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F’d Up

Cindy was on the second deck of the bus that was slowly emptying as it reached the last few stops before the express way. The long ride had taken its toll on her exhaustion from band training and her eyes was almost closed when suddenly loud footsteps came up the steps behind her, going to the front seats without the mirror (for the driver to monitor the upper deck). He put on his earphones and tapped on his Galaxy S3, except that it’s not some Korean drama or YouTube video, but porn. Cindy couldn’t be more disgusted and proceeded to lean her head against the windows.

Suddenly, she heard a zip went fast and the man in front of her had whipped out his brown flaccid dick and began wanking while watching. It rose to a stand in seconds and Cindy could not ignore the scene anymore. The man turned around and saw her watching him. Quickly, he stood up and went beside her, with his dick still out and up.

Man: ‘Girl, you like what you see?’

His fingers immediately went into a pinching position at her thigh, which sent a straightforward message to her. Humiliation is humiliation, but if there wasn’t anyone who saw, she wasn’t really shamed right? The pain would be unbearable for her small body hardly getting any exercise. He grabbed her hand and placed it on his dick, while giving her a little pain as stimulant. Well, Cindy wasn’t really inexperienced or that innocent. She just didn’t went to the full extend with her boyfriend, since he was still in the army.

Her hand went around his dick and began stroking the monstrous meat, definitely bigger than her teenage boyfriend. Though it wasn’t right to be putting too much thought while she was being forced on, her body did a mental pairing and wetted a little as she tried to ‘fit’ him inside. The man continued watching his show while her hand continued stroking him. And then, a few minutes later, the film ended and he turned his attention to her.

Cindy was wearing a singlet that was too big, but the tube bra did cover what should be covered. Her beautiful fair shoulders were exposed to the man’s nose and her scent just turned him on even more. If it really did escalate to a rape, she would do anything to stop him. But the man knew his limits. He reached into her singlet and squeezed her A sized boobs, making out the location of her nipples and pinching them lightly. Her hand increased speed and her grip loosened with control. As her pussy began flowing juices, a breath of moan escaped and her paced went even faster.

The man had ran his hand between her thighs and massaging her pussy with his strong arms. It wasn’t done in her pants though, just atop her shorts. Her pussy was leaking so much that she figured it would only be time before he got tempted by her wetness. The man’s body shivered and his load of cum shot into the backseat of the chair in front, while his hand went even faster and gave Cindy a small orgasm from the external massage.

He zipped up quickly and went down to the lower deck, waiting for the next stop to come before this young lady made her move. As for Cindy, she wiped her hands with the whole packet of desensitising tissue. The moisture in her panties then did the work of reminding her how dirty she was to get turned on by such an incident, which she admitted by giving herself a treat of orgasms once she got home.

Many a time, we remember ‘see no touch’, but what if the world had prepared to cross the line?

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Missing Something

Fiona couldn’t help but feel the straying thoughts of doing something kinky on the bus. After all, it wasn’t everyday that such a long bus ride was required. Having that bit of exhibitionist’s blood in her, it was so tempting to just free her mind and.. get naughty.

Remembering that the upper deck was empty before she sat down, Fiona lifted her tight butt just ever lightly enough to gracefully slide that lacy pink panties off her delicious long legs, and teasingly placed it openly on the seat beside. Given the naturally slender legs, there wasn’t enough space to just raise one leg and begin work, so, she had to angle one of her knees on the backrest of the seat in front, forcing her moist pussy lips to part slightly.

As the shuffle of party music drowned out the ambient noise, her mind began to take over and lust was her master. Initially on her thighs, those soft hands that couldn’t get rough no matter what chores she did, started slipping off her legs and right between her legs, now pantyless. Spreading those yummy honey coated ‘lips’, the cold air was blasting right at it, asking for some caressing to warm it up. And so Fiona listened.

With fading vision, her index finger reached for her clit and instinctively, the slit drooled as though waiting for a long long time for such attention. As she went in circles, her love hole was all relaxed and weakened, ready for her penetration. With care, her middle finger went into the depth and started moving in and out, with speed driven by the overwhelming excitement from the public masturbation. As she tried to reach deeper within, her fingers just weren’t long enough to reach that ‘itch’ which badly needed the ‘scratch’. Well, Fiona wasn’t exactly helpless.

Pulling the slim palm length vibrator out of her bag, she wasted no time to pushing right deep between the pink flesh and began masturbating like how any girls would, with a dildo. Her breath almost couldn’t match her speed and body’s desire for more, but still managed not to moan too loudly in case anyone came up. Just breathing heavily should be normal enough.

As the bus hit the brakes thanks to some slow reacting passengers, the toy went right to her limits and vibrated on her g-spot, usually just receiving contact with every thrusts for she was afraid of losing control. An electrifying orgasm echoed through her small figure and literally made her pussy poured a fine stream of fluid. Not just staining the seats, but her skirt too.

Finally, with just a few more stops to home, her gentle fingers continued between her legs, massaging her sore clit to comfort. Within minutes, she was home and back to her loving family – pantyless.

Of course, the man who was watching her on the same deck hid himself well, so well that she didn’t even suspect him when following her into the lift, even exiting on the same floor to confirm her unit. He didn’t just went off empty handed, the spy camera he bought so expensive had served its sole purpose. Knowing so much about this slutty little exhibitionist, there was so much more to gain for Adam, besides the panties he picked up.

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Bad Student – Vanessa

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Here is the last girl to Mr. Lee’s ‘Pleasure Reward System’. Actually, Shelia IS his pleasure, Xuan was the reward for hardworking guys and system is one that kept everyone coming back to class – well, at least the guys. There was once, two of the guys in class were playing truant, to a point they were ready to be expelled if not for the intervention of Mr. Lee. As rebellious as they were, the two of them had a common weakness.

Their true colour showed when Vanessa was attached to them to handle their attendance and school work. She was an A student, excelling quietly behind those thick glasses and courteous self. When Mr. Lee introduced the girl and guys, they had always been looking down on those straight As students, aspiring to never be them and lose their childhood. Vanessa was Mr. Lee’s first ‘pleasure’, other than working hard in her studies, she was also putting in as much effort in his pants. Her skills were unlike others, and although she had pretty much average physique, the ability to control them well was second to none.

Kok Ming and Terence had their first remedial with Vanessa and Mr Lee., using a test to deduce their intellect range, he had them turned away and wait for his cue. While they were looking away, she unbuttoned and removed her school uniform, standing in her pure white panties and bra.

Mr. Lee: ‘Okay guys. Turn around.’

They couldn’t believed their eyes. She was an A student academically, and for the first time, they can assure that she’s grade A physically too. With their bodies ready to pounce on her, it was Mr. Lee’s presence that they had to be careful of.

Mr. Lee: ‘Why do you think she dares to stand there almost naked?’

Yeah why? What did he have against her? Blackmail? Daughter?! Mind control? The two boys have no idea, yet, the fact that Vanessa was standing there ready to be devoured was breathtaking. They couldn’t care less about how he get her to do that.

Mr. Lee: ‘So I assume you two don’t care. But I’m really here to keep you guys in school and doing well.’
Kok Ming: ‘I’ll not skip school, and pay attention in class.’
Terence: ‘Me too! Me too!’

Mr. Lee knew they could do better, and waited while their dicks and minds went crazy. It was the weakness all guys had, when something this rare was so conveniently offered right in front of them.

Terence: ‘We’ll do well for the next test! We promise!’

Of course, the deal doesn’t come with just promises. Homework, remedial, tests, CCA and anything related to school had gone down an informal contract Mr. Lee drafted. As the two of them signed their wretched lives away, Vanessa was already on a chair, facing a desk for any of them to come forth. Terence went first and immediately removed his pants before sitting on the table, watching the brightest girl go down on him. He just had to give out a relieve as her warm tongue slid down his shaft and the rest of her mouth soaking his rod, it was heavenly, definitely better than being expelled or running away from classes.

Kok Ming wasn’t just standing behind and jerking himself off, he had pulled down her panties and went down to taste his first abalone, hair free and with a flowery scent. It was already wet before he got to it. As the chair was narrow, Vanessa couldn’t enjoy more with her closed legs. The guy behind her wasn’t stupid either, he closed her legs together before pushing his wand inside her, turning on her tap as her juices started leaking non-stop. It was the perfect tightness and angle he had ever got into, not too low nor dry. Her small ass had a nice fat to muscle ratio that allowed him to continuously bounce back and forth, pumping his wand deep inside her, feeling those muscles wrap themselves around him.

As her pussy was pleasured, her mouth went down faster on Terence, going throat deep to warm his base up for launch. Abruptly, a spray of warm cum shot into her and took the life and balance out of Kok Ming, causing him to fall onto the floor and momentarily got knocked out by the orgasm. Choking on the size of Terence, her momentum was lost and synchronisation messed up.

Terence: ‘Oh my god Vanessa, you alright? I’m sorry about that idiot.’
Vanessa: ‘I’m fine I’m fine. Give me a minute.’

She drank a bit of water and asked Terence of lie on the floor. Climbing on top of him, her pussy sank over his dick and began riding. Grinding her hips back and forth, his dick was scraping every area of her pussy, driving her wild with pleasure. Her bounce on him wasn’t all-in nor all-out, she had to control her down action as any slack would slam into him and hurt his hipbones, while any uncontrolled ‘out’ action would remove herself from him completely and break the chain. With no need to put in effort, Terence laid back and enjoyed while Vanessa rode him to an orgasm which she gladly received his gift of cum in her, not spilling any bit anywhere.

With their preview session over, Vanessa was smiling as she put her clothes back on. She knew these two boys will not regret their choices. Despite being only 15 that year, they were at their peek of secondary school lives. Terence sent Vanessa back and got his gift of her kiss and soaked panties, while Kok Ming remained lying on the floor of the classroom.

These two boys were the first to enjoy the system, and to this day, no one knew exactly how many guys had ‘benefited’ from Mr. Lee. He could be changing girls, but the girls would never be able change once he stepped into their lives.

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