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Beautiful Defeat

Hanging out in the vicinity of Orchard Road, Maggie was with her bunch of friends smoking outside H&M, wearing a translucent top with a black tube bra under, and a denim skirt ending with pink wedges for her small feet. Countless eyes were on her group where the guys wore stylishly and the girls in skimpy, suggestive clothing. She was the only girl who stood out among the rest with her long, brown hair with near-perfect make up to compliment her juvenile figure. The guys with her, long had fantasies about boning this friend, given her outgoing nature and often slack character which offered downblouse and upskirt shows.

As they smoked their cigarettes away, another group of guys were eyeing them and one of her guy friends quickly discussed about the staring eyes, wondering if they should confront them. Right then, a tall figure walked towards them from the offensive male group and approached Maggie.

Guy: ‘Can I get your number? I think you look beautiful, enough to make me break out of my comfort zone to get your number.’

Maggie took a few seconds to admire his long legs that led to a slim waist, finishing with a GI haircut parted to a side. Her short height seemed almost too small for him but there was something in his eyes that melted her heart. Scribbling on a piece of paper he offered, she shyly handed it to him and he grabbed her hand.

Guy: ‘My name is Joe, and I was wondering if you want to join me today. Just me, without my friends’.

She did not think twice before giving him a nod, much to the anger of her guy friends who had never been successful in bedding her. The couple left the jaw-dropped group and went in a separate direction, while the rest of the girls gave sly stares to the same group of guys who was still standing around.

Joe had brought her for a dinner at a posh restaurant, one that she could only dream of dining at. None of her friends were independent enough to afford it, and the classiness of the place just seemed to sink deeper into her heart. After that, she was brought on a shopping spree where he allowed her to walk wherever she liked, and then paying for the items she spent most time looking.

Joe: ‘Do you have any boyfriends before?’
Maggie: ‘No. The guys at my age are not mature enough.’
Joe: ‘I bet there must be many guys who ask you for your number.’
Maggie: ‘I usually hang out with that group of friends, and the guys scare away most of the people who wanted to approach the girls. You’re the first to ever walk up to them.’

The charming smile on Joe’s face softened her awkwardness and they walked through one of the quieter streets in Orchard, fearless with the big guy protecting her. Without asking, he reached his hand out to the slower walking lady and she grabbed it tightly, hoping that he would not let her go no matter what.

Call it a crush or one-night-stand, it was not easy to even find someone who appreciates girls as they were, or crudely put it, knew the steps to successful bed a girl. Maggie’s heart was pumping so hard when he brought her to the entrance of a modern, glass-concrete building, not knowing what was waiting for her.

Joe: ‘I live here. You want to see the view from my place?’
Maggie: ‘I don’t mind. But I can’t go home too late. My parents will ask.’
Joe: ‘I’ll send you home after this.’

Well, there was no way of knowing how ‘this’ would last. The security guard nodded cooly at him and unlocked the automatic gate for the girl behind Joe, returning to his post once they entered the lift. The ride to the fifth highest floor was not exactly that long, but it felt like a lifetime to Maggie. Upon reaching the floor, the glass doors slid open silently, and the lights automatically lit the place up.

Maggie saw the beautiful sight overseeing the Bay and ran towards the huge glass panels, breathing deeply as the scenic view filled her mind with disbelieve.

Maggie: ‘You live here?!’
Joe: ‘Yeah. Like it?’
Maggie: ‘A lot! Do you bring other girls up here?’
Joe: ‘I am usually shy when it comes to girls. That’s why you only see guys in my group. They are my colleagues, and a few of them live in the same building too.’

Wow! If only her friends managed to get hold of any of the guys, it would be their lucky day. As she watched silently, the lights behind her dimmed and Joe placed his arms over her chest, like how a taller person would hug you from the back. Maggie rubbed her face on his arm and pressed his hands hard onto her chest, immersing in the dream love she had always wished for.

She looked up at him and closed her eyes, ready for the kiss that approaching face was giving. That one kiss soon led them to the dining table in front of the window, and he gracefully unbuttoned her sleeveless top. She too, had undone his shirt and peeled them sexily off his strong shoulders, leaving them topless with just her bra on.

The both of them had slender, slim waist mesmerising to the touch and they held each other for a long time, making out under the street lights and stars of the night sky. The pose she was in, leaning her small skirt clad butt on the table, and him leaning towards her, was so beautiful to gone to waste not captured on a camera.

His hands soon went under her bra and warmed her breasts, cupping them respectfully without offending her. Maggie’s fingers were digging into his jeans and squeezing that firm ass of his, almost ready to be taken in any way to his liking.

Joe (whispering): ‘May I lick down there?’
Maggie: ‘You’ll be the first to see it, be gentle with it k?’
Joe (whispering): ‘I will.’

The last kiss split his lips from hers and he lifted her onto the table, lowering his body between her legs. Her skirt was undone and he kept his eyes on her as his mouth dived onto her panties, licking it until it was soaking wet. A swift and understanding pull of her panties stripped her bottom bare and his tongue stroked up and down along her slit, sucking on her clit once in a while.

Maggie had no dying urge to cum as he served her, for she was enjoying the sensual teasing of the whole experience on her mind. It was only when his tongue sped up and flicked her clit, that her thighs closed on his head while an orgasm shot through her body.

Right after that one climax, she sat herself upright, lifting his head to her face for a taste of her own juices. As their tongues fought, she let his pants fall onto the ground and guided him at her pussy. Poking just the tip in, the stiffness of her legs told him how inexperienced she was, and he took over immediately.

He laid her carefully on the table and held her tummy down, while his dick pumped shallowly until her vagina had loosened up to accommodate his size. From the start when he showered that much care, the pain faded and she was just indulging in the erotic penetration, till he was fully parked in her. They laid quietly in the stillness of the night, sensing each others’ heartbeat through their connected genitals.

Only after he felt she was ready, he carried her upper back to sit in front of him and she held him firmly in her arms. Very slowly, her pussy felt his thrust picking up speed and the indescribable pleasure was numbing her other senses. At his height, she could only place her head on his chest, hearing the thumping sounds like his dick pounding her.

He had been growing bigger inside of her and Maggie knew it first hand, for her pussy was feeling better as the package sealed her opening skin tight.

They had only adopted one position that night, and her moans were so subtle that Joe did not go any faster, maintaining the speed until he was cumming.

Maggie had sensed the upward expansion of his dick and stopped him, only to know he was about to pause as well.

Joe: ‘I’ll finish it in the toilet.’
Maggie (whispering): ‘No no.. Don’t leave me. You can cum anywhere you want.’
Joe: ‘I’ll shoot below then.’

Maggie moved closer to the middle of the table and placed her palm opened between her legs. He put his dick in her hand and continued thrusting, going faster than before. At the back of her hand, where her knuckles were, she was following the jerking of his dick and let her hand rub her off.

Joe (groaning): ‘I’m cumming!’

She pointed his tip at her pussy and watched as the strong burst of cum hit her clit, engaging the last straw for the discreet masturbation during the handjob. Maggie came as he fired away and let his dick slipped out of her hand, pumping into a pussy a few times without any response from her.

Maggie: ‘I’m so tired.’
Joe: ‘Me too. Shall we tidy up and send you home?’

She checked her phone’s clock in a hurry and wore her skirt, bra and top back, leaving her panties forgotten under the table. Joe was done as soon as she was and he drove her home, exchanging kisses in the car just before she alighted.

Maggie: ‘You have my number. Call me?’
Joe: ‘Giving you a miss call now. See you tomorrow?’
Maggie: ‘Yupp. Where?’
Joe: ‘MBS. Goodnight.’

As she reached home, she saw the long column of notification from the guys in her group, mostly written in jealous and angry tone, while the girls were on a totally separate topic, sharing their happenings for that evening.

It seemed that Maggie wasn’t the only one who had scored, the other three girls had been picked up by his group of friends as well. And one of them had sex, right below where Joe lived, presumingly around the same time too.

What a life changing day for the girls who had led a carefree lives till then, unaware that such gentlemen exist outside their bunch of horny, immature guys. All it takes for guys was to keep their opinions to themselves, and they would be immediately seen as ‘deep’ by the girls.

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First Working Night

Walking out of her house, Hazel adjusted her black spaghetti strap dress to make sure her panty-less butt was not exposed. It was her first night to work in a pub and the manager had requested her to come in whatever revealing clothes she could, so customers would be willing to tip her on top of her hourly basic pay. For a Malay girl who usually wore traditional clothes which covered most of her facial features, there was little worry about bumping into someone she knew. It was the first time she had gone underwearless, for the sake of earning a bit more that night.

The train ride was as uncomfortable as it could get with the evening crowd and she even felt a guy pressing his private parts on her ass, seemingly ‘normal’ with the sardine packed situation. For starter, she had remained silent about it and even let her body moved to the swerving of the train to grind the guy a little. Although it was merely for fun and getting used to being felt up, it was nothing compared to what she was about to go through.

Moments after she signed in to the lowly lit pub, Hazel was led into a room where two Chinese guys were drinking to the loud karaoke playing from the TV. The girls took one side each, sitting opposite each other while the guys remained side-by-side to smoke and clang their beer cups together.

Guy (shouting): ‘What’s your name?’
Hazel (whispering into ear): ‘Hazel. You?’
Guy (shouting): ‘Jacky. You look new here.’
Hazel (whispering into ear): ‘I am. Treat me well k?’

He gave her a thumbs up and poured her a glass of Bacardi mixed with Coke. Hazel had never taken alcohol in view of her religion but knew it was unavoidable in this line. She sipped a little and was pulled into Jacky’s arms, singing to the lyrics on the screen.

After a few glasses, she was getting tipsy and got more daring with him, sitting on his lap while she sang into the microphone. Jacky’s hands weren’t behaving as well, roaming up and down her thighs while his friend got busy with the other girl. He knew what was about to happen and sent a text to the manager, who quickly switched the room to a ‘Do Not Disturb’ mode and flipped the button to change the transparent glass door to an opaque setting.

With Hazel drunk and high on the L shaped couch, Jacky reached his hand under her skirt and took advantage of the situation, rubbing on her pussy that was warm with moisture. The other girl took things differently and was seen bent over his groin, sucking Jacky’s friend off while he rested his head lazily.

Under the blasting music and privacy of the room, the guys were free to do anything and the girls knew extra cash were going into their pockets – or bra. Seeing how the other girl was pleasing her client, Hazel whispered into Jacky’s ear and he undid his belt, lowering his pants just enough to expose his dick to her.

With only the experience of sucking one guy off, she jumped at the chance and engulfed his dick into her mouth. At first, the half-hard size confused her, but the knowledge of alcohol’s effect on a human body soon made her understood why. Holding a mouthful of the coke in her mouth, she went down on him again and he groaned excitedly, chugging on his beer while her lips stroked up and down his shaft.

Jacky (shouting): ‘You are good!’

Hearing that compliment, she gave him a few deep throat moves and pulled her mouth away to rinse the taste with the Bacardi mix. From the corner of her eyes, she watched how her partner bent over on the sofa and just stayed still, while the other guy did the rest of the work pulling her skirt up.

Hazel (whispering into ear): ‘I have never done it with other guys before, only my boyfriend.’
Jacky (shouting): ‘Don’t worry. It will only feel better with me.’

She climbed on the sofa and got into doggie, feeling the guy flipped her dress up and tugging the straps off her shoulders. After that, his penis tip stroked along her slit a few times to get the natural lubricant all over the necessary parts, and the first inch found its way into her. The stretching of her pussy was a little painful, but it disappeared as he let the rest of the length in, thrusting in controlled pace. In under a minute, his hips were banging against her butt and the adrenaline was pumping through her body to tune her hormones to the max.

Never did she expect to feel so good from another dick and the energetic guy rammed her senseless, enough to take away the guilt and doubts of her line of work. Halfway, he stopped and took a minute to roll a condom over his dick, bringing Hazel to the fact that she should have asked him to cap on before doing her. But what done was done, Jacky remembered it and went back to work after rolling it on, thrusting vigorously into his bonk of the night.

Once Hazel felt sore from the fierce fucking, she pleaded for him to stop and made him sit down. Her feet went beside his waist opened and she sat over his dick, which she had guided it inside her willingly. Making small hops over that erection, she squeezed her pussy tightly together and felt the huge rod brushing across all of her sensitive spots. Her friend was fast to follow her and the men fed on the twin bouncing breasts hungrily.

The girls were so high from fucking their customers that they held hands to maintain the same tempo, moaning and screaming from the orgasms their huge dicks were giving. Jacky was totally blown away by her enthusiasm that he felt satisfied even before cumming.

Jacky (shouting): ‘I am shooting!’
Hazel: ‘Wait wait.. a while more.. ‘

She landed hard on his lap and then hugged his face in her boobs, shaking uncontrollably as an orgasm drained the last bit of energy from her. Jacky was so close to cumming into her tight pussy but she did not trigger it yet, lasting enough for a little surprise from her.

She got up slowly and kneeled between his feet, ripping the condom away to caress it.

Hazel: ‘Where do you think I will let you cum?’
Jacky: ‘On your breasts?’

She tugged the dick downwards and sent it into her mouth, holding it within and twirled on the tip with her tongue. Her puffing and collapsing cheeks created a blowjob effect and as she took his balls in her hand, she was timing for the final moment. The three minutes of weird oral cost him blue balls, and just as he was getting desperate, she sank her lips right down to his base and initiated the few shallow strokes of deep throat.

Jacky screamed out ‘fuck fuck!’ and his hips jerked forward for the first load to flood her mouth. Hazel kept his dick in with a light suck and felt the pressure in her mouth being relieved by the erupting cock. After the last drop was vacuumed dry, the following tease of her tongue on his pee hole drove him crazy enough to pull her away.

Keeping her in his arms, she stroked his shrinking rod until it had went back behind his foreskin.

Guy: ‘Jacky, had a lot of fun huh? Lucky bastard.’

As he said that to him, the girl appointed to Jacky’s friend was still sucking him off, clearing his chamber in mere seconds after the sentence. The men bumped their fists together and the girls helped their customers got dressed.

Jacky: ‘I will usually ask to bring the girls home. But for you, you’ve really satisfied me unlike the others. I admit I am too tired for anymore sex tonight.’

The men took out their wallets and Hazel received a few more pieces of blue notes from Jacky. Her friend went home with the other guy and Jacky left the room alone. Her manager came in after the customers paid their bills and congratulated her on her first night.

Manager: ‘So how much did you earn?’

Remembering that she had not checked, she counted the wad of notes and raised four fingers. For a beginner, four hundred dollars was a lot, and the manager let her rest in one of the staff’s room until the first bus started service.

Manager: ‘Will I see you again tonight?’
Hazel: ‘Yeah. But I’ll come later. I want to sleep more so I can handle work later.’
Manager: ‘Good good. Have a good rest at home.’

She went home on bus and let the other few male passengers looked up her dress as she slept on the journey, bra and dress straps all falling off her shoulders to add to the visual feast of the men aboard.

For Hazel, she had taken her first step to lead a separate lifestyle apart from her religious family, and stocked up money in huge amounts every night of her job. As for how long can someone last in this line, I would safely say that no matter the girl’s age, there would always be a market of men for them.

Now, can you guys spot which of your female friends have double lifestyle that you will never imagine them to have?

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Cute Kitty

While waiting for my clothes to be done, the usual brown black cat came and meowed at me, luring me over with its cuteness. Naturally, I went to pet it and sat at the entrance of the 24 hours laundry shop, accompanying my companion for the thirty minutes plus of waiting. Just as I was about to pour some water out for it, a girl who seemed too young came and squatted in front of me, stroking the cat excitedly as it lapped the water up from the cap.

Girl: ‘Is she yours?’
Me: ‘Nope. I usually pet it when I wash my clothes. And it will just lay lazily like now.’
Girl: ‘It’s so cute!’
Me: ‘I know right. The weakness we have to its meowing.’

The girl laughed as I spurted the word ‘meowing’, and continued running her hand through the cat’s fur. Given that tiny black FBT shorts she wore, the yellow coloured panties were showing itself between her legs, with the rest of her thighs exposed sexily up to her hips. My vision was alternating between the cat and her, enjoying the midnight treat my eyes were getting.

In under a minute, her shifting body actually let slipped her crotch and adjusted the shorts to a side, revealing the smooth cameltoe plastered by her panties. My dick reacted accordingly, erecting a huge hard on against my underwear-less shorts, all the time with me sitting with my knees up. Her glancing eyes soon saw my awkwardness and came to my side, almost leaning on me to reach the cat.

The position she took up beside be almost caused me to jizz in my pants, cause the low cut tank top she wore was leading my eyes down her cleavage, adding to the fragrance coming from her.

Me: ‘What’s your name?’
Girl: ‘I’m Daphne, you can just call me Daph.’
Me: ‘Alright. I’m K, live around here. You like cats huh?’
Daphne: ‘Yeah! A lot! This cat never fails to stop me. It’s so friendly.’
Me: ‘Just like you?’
Daphne: ‘A little?’

We pet the little kitty for a while more before it took off through the fences of the community centre next to us. Having her time exhausted for the de-stressing pet-loving, she got up and I was ready to head back to my clothes, disappointed at the lack of ‘happening’ with this cute looking neighbour.

Daphne: ‘How long more before your clothes are done?’
Me: ‘Oh. It’s just done. I’ll need to fold them before heading home.’
Daphne: ‘Let me help you?’

She joined me in folding the hot clothes that came out of the dryer and we were done in less than five minutes. Holding one of my two plastic bags, she went in the direction of the community centre and I stopped her, since it was not headed for my home.

Daphne: ‘Forgot to ask.. do you want to find the cat and accompany it?’
Me: ‘But the CC is closed.’
Daphne: ‘I just live behind it. And I know a way in.’

Oh really? And why would she want to go to such a dark place with a stranger? Those thoughts were pointless as I had already followed behind her, watching that small, tight ass swaying left and right as she walked. It was pure lust and hope that led me to do as she suggested, quite a despo huh?

We climbed over a small gate that I too, knew of but gave her the benefit of doubt, scaling it easier than she did. We meowed for a while aimlessly, avoiding the public areas and was disappointed at the no-show of the kitty. By the time she decided to stop, I was in no mood for any action and wanted to head home.

Daphne (whispering): ‘I think its here!’

Walking around the corner, we found ourselves in a secluded part of the centre, where no lights could reach. Trained to see in the dark (thanks to National Service), I saw her standing very still, hands roaming everywhere for something to hold. Being a gentleman, I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me, where she turned 180 degrees and dived into my arms.

Daphne (whispering): ‘You are in no hurry right?’
Me (whispering): ‘No. But you don’t know me.’
Daphne (whispering): ‘I know. But I am turned on by such a fit guy petting a little cat with so much gentleness. You can be gentle to me too right?’
Me (whispering): ‘Let’s find out then.’

Like two sex-starved kids, we undid our own shorts and placed it on a wooden table, before jumping into each other’s arms and kissed. The situation was so intense that she stripped her top as I explored her body, surprising me with that braless state. Feeling up her boobs, a pair of hardened nipples welcomed my warm hands and I pinched on them relentlessly, causing her to moan while her hands searched for my long rod.

Daphne (whispering): ‘Someone is hard.’
Me (whispering): ‘And someone is wet.’

My fingers ran along her slit as she jerked me, competing to see who would give in first. Her widening legs gave me the advantage as I rubbed furiously on her clit, until she hugged me moaning ‘you win, you win’. A soft, shiver went through her body and she patted on the table our clothes were on.

Daphne (whispering): ‘Sit here.’

A little hop placed my butt on the cold, stiff wood and she used the attached plank (as seats) to climb on top of me, lowering herself in a squatting position. Right as she made the last bounce to fully insert my dick into her, a meow came and she smiled at the unexpected audience.

Me (whispering): ‘Think she can see us?’
Daphne (whispering): ‘I think she will only hear you pleasing my little pussy.’

The tireless grinding began and I was thrown aback onto my arms to support my body. Her hips were rolling up and down so fast that my tip was screaming with oversensitivity. As a guy, I lost all control and sat right up, hugging her while I got off the table. Whatever she tried to do, it was too much for me to bear and I had to give up.

I bent her over the table and spread her legs with my feet. Thereafter, a vengeful thrust sank my dick deep into her and her arms reached for the edge of the table to hang onto. Pounding fiercely, a sudden urge came to just please this pussy with my might drove me faster and harder, at the same time she moaned that I was getting bigger inside of her.

Slamming our hips together non-stop, the girl was mumbling to herself as her mind was overpowered. Delighted at my conquer, I angled my waist upwards and slowed down to reach her sensitive spots. Under ten strokes, her pussy was squeezing me tight already and the trembling soon intensified to a convulsion.

I know that she was alright, and probably could take more of me. So I pushed her body down onto the table and continued ramming that gasping cunt of hers, pumping it so hard that her body never stopped jerking.

Daphne (whispering): ‘I can’t.. take it.. any.. ‘
Me (whispering): ‘Just hang in there. I’m cumming.’

I gave her the last few powerful thrusts I could afford and backed away from her, jumping onto the table and kneeled in front of her. The drained girl took her time to place her knees on the table in doggie, and I sat down so she could reach.

Her mouth made my pink rod disappear in the darkness and her head went up and down, slurping saliva and sucking me hard. It had took us almost five minutes before I felt the cumming sensation. A soft whisper of ‘shooting’ came out of me and she let her head fall on my groin, letting my dick slip into her throat.

That last pump erupted my volcano and the white hot lava flooded down her throat, where the series of contraction in her mouth started to channel the lava into her gastric. Seeing that she had no strength left to move, I flipped to the side and let my dick glide out of her mouth after I was done.

Resting on her back, Daphne panted heavily and her pink tongue licked her lips. Watching that satisfied girl was one thing, and ending the night for her was another. I went between her opened legs and perched her feet on my shoulders, going down on her with my unused tongue. Flicking her clit up and down, her body responded with extra juices and her heaving breaths was filled with moans.

Finally, a last burst of energy moved my tongue so fast that her thighs suddenly clamped down on my head, immobilising me while a stream of clear liquid exited. Although I had said that it was pitch dark, the lights in the distance managed to reflect off her leaking pussy and the river flowed for some time.

Picking herself up, I gave her the space to get dressed and we snuck out of the community centre the way we entered, not forgetting to give the quiet watching cat a pat on its head.

Daphne: ‘It was intense. I haven’t felt like that before.’
Me: ‘Your first time with a stranger? I had fun myself too.’
Daphne: ‘Not with a stranger, with a guy. I.. actually.. you took my virginity tonight.’
Me: ‘Serious.. I didn’t mean to. I should have asked.’
Daphne: ‘Hey look, it’s not your fault. I kinda initiated it too. And I have no regrets.’

I gave a sigh of relieve and she leaned in for a peck on my cheeks. She handed me her phone and I punched my number in with a smile on my face that just would not go away.

Daphne: ‘Call me when you are around here again k?’
Me (laughing): ‘It will be every night then.’
Daphne: ‘If you have the energy!’

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Right Before Work

It wasn’t everyday that I reached work early and spent some time sitting outside the shop looking around aimlessly. Just then, a familiar couple stopped in front of me and I recognised them immediately from their frequent visits.

Lady: ‘Not open yet?’
Me: ‘So sorry about it. I think they closed late last night.’
Girl: ‘We can come back later.’
Me: ‘Actually I can open the shop I won’t be able to run it alone.’
Lady: ‘Oh. We are in no hurry. You can take your time.’

I unlocked the glass door and let them in, starting up the air conditioning while cleaning up the front of the house. In fifteen minutes, I was done and served their drinks shortly after, since being regulars, I knew what they liked.

They invited me to join them after requesting me to lock the doors, as I won’t be able to manage if more customers entered. With a mug of iced cold beer, we sat deeper in the shop where no one would see, and they chatted about my work at this place.

When I first saw them as walk in customers, the mother and daughter were dressed very sexily, totally unexpected that she would allow her girl to wear such clothes. A few times they visited, the slimmed waist mum wore a chiffon low cut top and a layered black floral skirt, so short that anyone walking up the stairs behind them would be able to see what’s underneath. The daughter was mostly in her school uniform, except for weekends, when she would join her mum in short skirts and revealing tops.

This time, she wore a pair of jeans but her daughter, whose name was Felicia after I learnt through some conversation, was in a flaring denim skirt that almost exposed her butt cheeks. Indeed, it was hard to concentrate and the causal sitting position often brought her skirt so dangerously high. After a while, the mum received a call and she left in a hurry, shoving a few pieces of ten dollar notes into Felicia’s hand.

Now, all that’s left was just her and I, sharing the mug of beer since her mother wasn’t around. I did not wait for her to invite me to sit beside her and joined shamelessly, ready to be shunted away if she did not like it. But instead of distancing herself, we sat closer until our legs were touching.

Felicia: ‘How nice to have a cafe just to chill out at right?’
Me: ‘Well, from a business point of view, it’s money going down the drain.’
Felicia: ‘I’m still paying for my drinks!’
Me: ‘I know. Boss just texted me, that we’re only opening in the evening. Means I’ll have to be alone for at least a few hours.’
Felicia: ‘Not exactly, you can sleep or do anything you want.’

We cocked about what could I do and unknowingly, a slip of my tongue blurted out, ‘We can have some kinky fun’. The girl’s eyes opened wide and almost seemed excited. She excused herself to the loo and shouted through the opened doors, asking me to go over.

Felicia: ‘Is here discreet enough?’

Standing in front of her, I stepped forward close enough to take a whiff of her scent, and the slight tremor in her eyelids told me she was breathing me in too.

Me: ‘Discreet enough for? You have to be clearer.’

Her hands went around my neck and a little tiptoe lifted her high enough to peck on those sweet, young lips. We kissed without worries until her fingers dug into my belt, undoing the straps to free it. Her skirt needed no unbuttoning as it went easily down her legs with just a push, and that silky thin panties was all that stands between our intimate beginning.

Me (whispering): ‘Won’t your mum hate me?’
Felicia: ‘Let’s not get started on the men she brings home.’
Me: ‘Won’t your dad find out?’
Felicia: ‘He has his fair share of women too.’

I was at a loss of what to say, for anything that follows might cause more harm than good. Returning my attention to her, I ran my hands under her shirt to the pair of developing boobs. The smooth padding unlike a clothed bra was what I knew as ‘NuBra’, dropping onto the floor with just a peel. I cupped my hands over her tits and felt her hands roaming into my jeans, feeling up my butt.

Me (whispering): ‘Let me take my jeans off.’

She backed off and let me step out of the pants, before her hand quickly grabbed onto my snake. On such long days, I would usually wear a more comfortable underwear, since a smooth material would prevent abrasion too. Within minutes of her teasing, I was lowering my underwear for her hand and her skirt was high at her waist too. I couldn’t wait any longer to get into those panties that felt so soft.

We made out for a while more and I was asked to sit on the toilet, given a little show of her pulling her skirt so it wouldn’t get in the way. As she climbed over my legs, I watched her spread those pink pussy lips in preparation for me.

Me: ‘You’re not a virgin right?’
Felicia: ‘No. I do have an active sex life with my boyfriend.’

Wasting no time, she sat over my rod and the tightness just caused me to lose my composure. The entry was like shoving my dick into a tiny rubber hole and the juices that came out of it seemed like it was just waiting for me to unleash itself.

While she began riding my cock, I sucked at her nipples in response, creating moans in the steamy single cubicle. After some time, I could see the tiredness in her eyes and got her to stand up, over the sink in front of the mirror.

Pushing her back forward, I separated her feet and rammed my dick in, turned on by the thought of fucking someone else’ girlfriend. But it wasn’t my fault too, there must be something missing that she had approached me so daringly for it. Ramming deep at the same time, her boobs were still in my hands, squeezed to a pulp.

All I could hear were her voice moaning another guy’s name, while she held my hands over her breasts. With time getting nearer to the delayed opening hours, I increased my speed regardless of her pleas and shoved myself so mercilessly hard at her pussy.

Finally, the moment of truth came and I slowed down, exiting just in time before the trigger was pulled.

Felicia: ‘Why did you stop?’
Me: ‘I’m cumming?’

The panting girl sat on the toilet and grudgingly reached for my dick, ready to empty the rifle. Standing in front of her, I closed my eyes as she planted a kiss at the tip, very slowly pushing her mouth down my shaft. The contrasting temperature really did made me harder as the door was left opened with cold air circulating, and her mouth simply placed my vital organ into a 36.5 degree bath.

A little groan left my mouth as she sucked deeper, letting her tonsils stroke the penis head. Felicia was good with her tongue as it swirled non-stop as she pulled my dick out. I was already in a deep trance when she sucked harder, urging me to give her the warning as I froze up.

Me (whispering): ‘Hey.. I’m about to cum.’
Felicia: ‘Ja.. Shoo.. ‘

Somewhat, the noise made sense and I relaxed my balls, letting her take control and milk it. Within a minute, the thick, yummy mayonnaise came spurting out and her cheeks puffed up, only to start swallowing as soon as she realised her lips might just give way.

Thankfully, there was no mess as I squeezed my last drop out, sending her to the sink to rinse her mouth.

Felicia: ‘It tasted like coffee!’
Me: ‘Yeah. I drank quite a bit yesterday.’
Felicia (whispering): ‘And I love coffee.. ‘

We exited the toilet after we cleaned up and she returned to her phone which was buzzing to a Whatsapp message.

Mum (Whatsapp): ‘Had fun?’

Felicia’s reply of ‘:P’ shortened the conversation and she went to the car parked on the double zigzag lines outside the shop. Her mum gave me a wave and I nodded in reply.

Then on, she frequent the shop more often before the opening hours or right before closing and we had tons of fun trying out at the various spots where most people would say ‘impossible’.

That was where she knew of Asumi, whom also visited once in a while at approximately the same time. Guess what happened to the three of us?

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Void Deck Bonk

Keller was smoking away at his void deck quietly that cold night, deep in thoughts about his current life that was heading nowhere. Being freshly graduated from a prestigious local university, he had never expected life to be so hard even with his degree. The years he had put to study, could well be used to work and a long term plan was needed to set him on the right track immediately.

At the carpark right in front of him, two scantily dressed girls were walking along the quiet street and he stared at them, too far to see anything in detail. Still lost in his own world, the girls went up the stairs in his direction and stopped a few steps away from the stone chess table he was at, checking him out before approaching him.

Girl: ‘Smoking alone?’
Keller: ‘Yeah. Can I help you?’
Girl2: ‘We’re looking for somewhere to smoke too.’

Seeing that the both of them do not have anything resembling a pack of cigarettes on their shorts and skirt, he opened his pack to offer them, and they took it with thanks. Both of the girls took one side each and started talking between themselves, letting Keller listen in to their conversations. Since his trail of thoughts were long distracted, he introduced himself and they did the same. The girl in a shirt and short cotton skirt was known as Bernice and the other girl, in a small tank top and shorts, was Fiona.

They both had devilish looks to die for and their top was translucent enough to expose their S shape bodies, giving Keller a good estimate of their figure without clothes on. Bernice had her legs perched on the other stool, hiking her skirt up to her thighs, just inches away from giving him a peep under. For Fiona, she was resting her ample boobs on the table beside him, cleavage going as deep as her bra cups were.

Chatting at his normal tone, the girls couldn’t help but look up to him, listening to the life story of someone who had the luxury of going through school without a hiccup. Soon, Fiona’s hand was roaming up and down his shorts, in a material too thin for comfort. As her teasing got more daring, her fingers ‘accidentally’ went under his pants and rose to his groin, without an underwear for more airflow.

Suddenly, her head went sideways near to the table and whispered her concerns to him, ‘You didn’t wear underwear?’

Keller: ‘I just live above here. Don’t have to dress too nice for a smoke right?’

Bernice turned towards him and hugged one of her legs, letting him catch a glimpse of her pink polka dots white panties.

Bernice: ‘Don’t be shy. I like smart guys.’
Keller: ‘I only sound smart. And you don’t know me that well too.’

She then lowered her feet and made a quick attempt to remove her panties, placing it on his lap before raising one of her knees again.

Bernice: ‘You can know more about me through my panties.’

A little embarrassed by the admirable courage from them, he held her panties in his hands while Fiona continued teasing his inner thighs, occasionally brushing onto his foreskin. That pair of panties were slightly damp and it was clean, like bleached white type of clean. Bernice silently took one of his hand and placed it on her thigh, before lying on her outstretched arm on the table.

Keller had his fair share of girls from the past relationships he had, but had never came across such.. casual ladies. With his fingers exploring the perfectly shaven cunt, he was in his little piece of heaven from Fiona’s hand, which had started stroking his penis under his shorts.

Fiona: ‘I want your fingers too!’
Bernice: ‘Too bad you’re in shorts.’

Fiona pulled her shirt longer to check if the length could provide enough cover and before Keller could decide for her, she had slipped her shorts out under her feet, leaving that black panties to be shielded from her stretched top.

Bernice: ‘You’re really desperate.’
Fiona: ‘Looks who’s talking.’

Fiona placed Keller’s other hand on her panties and let him massage her, while she dug into his shorts again to work on that long piece of meat. After some time of triple foreplay, Bernice grew agitated by the lack of privacy for him to go all out. Fiona too, was so close to an orgasm but it never came, because he couldn’t reach his fingers deep enough.

Fiona: ‘Eh.. It’s more inconvenient for me since I am wearing panties. Keller, help me out first.’
Keller: ‘Help you out?’

She stood on the stool and sat on the table, hands at the hems of her top to pull it down readily if anyone saw them. Bernice stuck her hand into his shorts and took over the handjob, while Keller turned his attention to the dark black haired girl. She peeled her panties aside for him to finger and he did so, thrusting worriedly. Soon, the quietness calmed him down and he took his time, curling his fingers slightly before pumping his hand slower.

It did not take too long for Fiona to start shivering from the gentle orgasm he created and her thighs went to clamp his hand still, trembling while her juices wet his palm. Moments later, his hand was pushed away and she went back on the stool, resting for the public orgasm she just went through.

Bernice: ‘My turn now?’

She climbed onto the table and opened her legs, giving Keller ample space to thrust his fingers at. WIth his non-master hand, he curled his fingers the same way but was hearing more noise from Bernice, who was moaning while squeezing her own boobs discreetly.

Bernice (whispering): ‘You are good with your fingers huh?’
Keller: ‘All my ex said the same thing too.’

Right then, his lighter fell to the floor and Fiona bent over to pick it up, stopping at his groin and pulling his shorts’ waistband just enough to let his wiener out. Her warm mouth went over his dick instantaneously, upping the speed he was finger-fucking Bernice. The girl on the table was soon adjusting herself to the edge, tugging her skirt up to her waist before a strong stream of cum squirted at a distance.

Bernice (trembling voice): ‘Fuck! It’s the first time I squirt!’

His fingers went sore from the impossibly tight pussy of hers and by the time he pulled out, Bernice had gone all weak and fell her head on his arm on the table, panting deeply from the intense orgasm.

Bernice: ‘Fion, let me try too.’

Fiona raised her head and wiped her mouth satisfied, before sticking his hand into her thighs again. Keller proceeded to finger her again, and closed his eyes in enjoyment from the blowjob. Bernice was taking her time to taste every part of his shaft, licking and kissing on the exterior. Soon, her mouth was all over his manhood and slurping sounds went echoing in the silent void deck. Her tongue was pushing him to the edge, lightly pressing under his rod when she sucked him off, and swirling when she took a break.

Fiona: ‘Is she better?’

Keller: ‘Yeah. But I think you’re better at something else.’

Fiona gave him a playful nudge on his shoulders before rolling her eyes to his deep thrusts, breathing soft moans out of her glittering pink lips. After some time, Keller lifted Bernice away and wore his shorts back to the disappointment of the girls.

Bernice: ‘You’ve had enough?’
Keller: ‘I am thinking we should just go all the way. Here.’
Fiona: ‘Bernice, you dare?’
Bernice: ‘As if you can.’

She moved her butt to the edge of the table and pulled Keller up, forcefully lowering his pants and holding his dick towards her pussy. Wrapping her legs around his waist, a strong pull brought his dick directly into her and they hugged tightly to his pounding hips, sinking his rod so deep into Fiona.

Bernice: ‘What the fuck! I want it also!’
Keller: ‘I have something else in mind for you.’

Thrusting fiercely at the same time, his fingers went to work on Bernice’s pussy while his dick busied with Fiona. The oblivious sex happened in silence and the girls knew how to keep things down. In less than five minutes of the table bonk, Keller was in and out of a trance from that skilled pussy which knew how to squeeze and relax as he rammed. For the last lap, Fiona came really again from the intercourse and Keller knew it was time for the next girl.

Keller: ‘It’s your turn.’

He pulled her by her hand and placed her in front of Fiona, who was resting in a sitting position. Her feet stood a few steps away from the table and her skirt was flipped up. Keller held and shoved his cock in once he felt the opening behind her and kickstarted a rapid fire mode, jerking in short strokes while deeply embedded.

The continuous high-speed small movements drove Bernice insane and Fiona had to kiss her to muffle her moans. Still ramming at that fine tight ass, he was kneading her breasts under her shirt and forcing her to cum fast.

Keller: ‘Bernice, where do I cum?’
Bernice (moaning): ‘I.. don’t.. know.. Anywhere?’
Keller: ‘Inside you?’
Bernice (moaning): ‘If you want.. ?’
Keller: ‘Just kidding.. I’m pulling out now.’

Bernice reached her hands to his waist and held him close, moaning ‘Just a while more.. I’m cumming~’. He knew his body could take it and finished her orgasm, where her knees gave way and Keller let her fall on his lap sitting on the stool.

The only part of his dick that was inside, being the tip, was going through an overwhelming push-pull motion from the suction at her pussy, putting Keller in desperation from the over sensitivity. Finally, the agonising ordeal was over and the girls were asked to sit next to each other.

This time, Keller sat on the table with his dick out and let the girls suck him off, taking turns to give a few strokes while their pussies were still being fingered by their own hands. Feeling like a king, he had two hands on their heads and swapped their mouths whenever he liked. It was only a matter of time he had to decide, who would get the king’s cum.

Keller: ‘Bernice, you’re better with your mouth. Finish it off, then share with Fiona.’

An eager nod came and she began working her mouth, forced down by Fiona who wanted this to end so she could rest. With the deep throat and contraction happening in her mouth, Keller was soon pressing her head in his groin and letting the powerful spray empty his balls. Bernice did not just stay still but kept shoving his rod down her throat, until ever drop was emptied.

A comb of her fringe to the sides and her mouth was unobstructed by any hair. Fiona landed her lips on Bernice seamlessly and they split their winnings. Pushing a little of the white liquid onto their lips for show, they cleared their throats in one gulp and Fiona moved one seat to let Keller between them.

Fiona: ‘Will you be here often?’
Keller: ‘I can give you girls a call.’
Bernice: ‘Just call me will do.’
Fiona: ‘Don’t be a slut. We’re going to share.’

The three of them exchanged numbers and Fiona hurried home after picking up a call. For Bernice, she had followed Keller home, and pleased his long dick like a slave, sucking on it the first thing they went into his bedroom, until it was big enough to pleasure her. That night, it was an endless cycle between oral sex, and sex.

Of course, Fiona had her share of personal fun behind Bernice’s back and no matter who had clocked in more orgasms, Keller is the winner.