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Bruised Beauty

The girl sitting against a wall with a stone table in front of her got my attention when sobbing sounds came. She was wiping her mouth with a bloodied tissue and tearing at the same time, doing all those without moving from the spot.

‘Are you okay?’, I asked squatting down to her level to see even more red tissues under her legs. ‘I’m ok’, the stern voice did not deter me from offering my help and I stuck my arms out at her. She looked at me in a sorrowful face before catching my hands, letting me picked her. Her knees were scraped and all she could managed was to skip around.

‘Can we sit somewhere else? I know a lot of neighbours here’, she turned towards the stairs and we went up to the second flight of stair, sitting at the bottom few steps. The last few pieces of wet wipes came into use to clean her bruises up, but could do little for her pink shirt that turned grey with dirt.

Enqi, the name I got through a short introduction, began rubbing her blue-black thighs, moving up to the sides of the groin. ‘What happened to you?’, I was actually impressed by how painless it looked when she massaged the sore areas. They were actually injuries inflicted by close range attacks.

‘My boyfriend, ok, now ex-boyfriend, asked me to go to his place and then attack me with another friend. Another girl told him I was cheating but I didn’t. So they pinched me and hit me before leaving me at the void deck.’

Given her size, she could not possibly win two guys. She unbuttoned her shorts and stuck her hand into it, massaging her groin as well. ‘They hit you there too?’, it was clear she wasn’t masturbating then. ‘No. They knee me there for (making invisible quote with one hand) fucking another guy.’ I sat lower at her feet and relieved those bruises with harder massage.

She groaned in pain as I worked those blood clot away and she was all weak once I was done. Lying on my shoulder, the perfect legs had turned unsightly with those blue-black markings. Enqi picked my hand up and rested it on her inner thigh, much closer to her groin than knee. There was a spot I didn’t touch there but could finally use my palm to squeeze it a little.

‘Why can a stranger treat me better than him?’, she hugged my arm in her chest and let me felt her cleavage, at least a C cup on her chest. Her shorts were still unzipped and I made my way inside, without facing any resistance from her. Feeling that warm and moist panties, I knew she was in the mood for some fun. Still, she just went through a jealousy-motivated attack.

Her shoulders began relaxing as I fondled her panties, until she asked me to go inside. Rubbing directly on her clit, it was such a snuggly fit in her tight shorts. ‘You live here?’, she asked after some time. And I told her which floor. In the end, we realised we were neighbours but had never seen each other before – thanks to the lift on every floor.

She pulled her shorts off and stretched her spaghetti top to cover her ass, but it didn’t stay that way for long once I fingered her faster. The way she gripped my arm really made me hard and I only went faster and faster. Just as my wrist was about to give way, she bit on my shoulder and clamped her legs together, trapping me inside while squirting all over the floor under us.

The strong orgasm I had ever seen sent her convulsing like a fish on dry land but she never left my side. After five minutes of rest in silence, she went to my shorts and teased my rock hard erection.

‘Fuck here before?’, she asked like a dare for me to do her right there and then. I got up to drop my pants and she went on her knees against the steps, getting into the perfect angle for some doggy lovin’. Arching her back downwards, I couldn’t wait any longer to plunge my cock into her wet pussy, pumping immediately before she could stabilise herself.

It was a quick and dirty job as we held nothing back, moaning in sync to the thrusts splattering her juice all over the floor. More bruises appeared when I raised her top and went even deeper to hopefully relief the sores.

‘I’m gonna cum soon! You?’, I groaned my signal out and she dropped her ass closer to the ground to let a forceful jet spray into the step, drenching her knees as she came. I pulled out of her once the tightness got out of my control and cummed under her pussy, right on where she just made a puddle.

She caught my dick underneath and stroked till everything was out. Intense it was, and draining I felt. I could barely pick her up after cumming that much.

I still had some wet wipes left to clean ourselves and her shorts went back on her hips after drying, messy hair less of a concern that getting home without being questioned (about her injuries). I sent her home first and greeted everyone in her household, making sure to walk in front of her until we reached her room.

‘Ah girl! You don’t want to send your boyfriend out ah?’, her mum called her when she saw me leaving her room with my bag. Knowing better than to put Enqi in any trouble, I told her mum she was not feeling well. Before they let me go, she had set up another night for us to have dinner at her place, with her daughter that I just fucked on the stairs.

Well, I got home in under thirty seconds and didn’t stop texting her until she dozed off. Free dinner on the day after tomorrow! I hope her injuries had recovered then.

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Harbouring Lust

Kimberly: ‘Sir, I might need more time to come up with rent this month. I just lost my job.’

The 16 year old American student confused me with her statement since I never knew she worked. Renting the common room based on her student pass, I guess it wasn’t unusual for them to find a part time job while studying. Able to pay for the whole household myself, I didn’t rush her and told her I will take care of it for now.

The conversations we had over the past year of her stay was minimal, having homecooked dinner every two nights. She did her part for my family by doing some of the chores too.

Kimberly: ‘Sir, do you want to go out for dinner? It’s my last pay and I want to give you a treat.’

Why not? We had never gone out to eat before. She appeared in a simple t-shirt and skirt outfit after an hour, looking nothing like the ‘high class’ stereotype we had for them. We took a bus down to a restaurant she was familiar with and the staff served her like a regular. I took the chance to pay for the meal when I visited the loo, knowing better than to use the poor girl’s money.

After that, she wanted me to bring her to somewhere romantic and quiet, just so she could think. Fort Canning it is, where we stayed on top of a tower smoking together.

Kimberly: ‘You guys are really the nicest people I’ve met. Thank you so much.’

She opened her arms and we gave each other a warm hug. A small tremble hinted at her sadness about to break out in tears.

Kimberly (whispering): ‘I am really sorry for lying to you.’
Me: ‘I don’t get it.’
Kimberly: ‘My student pass is fake. I have long overstayed my visa.’

Harbouring an illegal immigrant is one of the serious crimes that could easily be related to terrorism and trafficking. She had been working illegally for little pay and relied on the family dinners to get past each day. I felt really confused knowing that I will have to report her, a girl forced to escape from her broken abusive family.

She kissed me on my neck and I brushed it off as a one-time affection, until she slapped my hand on her thigh. She pushed me up her skirt and the lack of any underwear shocked me badly. No matter how desperate she was, she never seemed like the kind to sell her body out.

Given our close proximity, she undid my pants and held my growing erection with her petite hand.

Me: ‘You don’t have to do this you know? You can stay for as long till I figure a way out for you.’
Kimberly: ‘I don’t want to be deported.’
Me: ‘I know. My boss has actually hired a few students off the records to work at the cafe.’

Her hand started jerking me faster upon hearing the news, face lighting up to the best solution then. She shoved me backwards onto my hands and went down on me, sucking that sweaty, cooped up cock hungrily. Her blowjob was a special one that got me hornier with every stroke, instead of relaxing me. For someone her age, I couldn’t believe how crazy she made me went over her.

I was all hyped up when she kept dragging her soft lips up and down my shaft, lightly drawing blood to the tip each time. After just three minutes, I pulled her hair up to stop the madness.

Me (whispering): ‘I don’t have a condom though.’
Kimberly: ‘You don’t need one. My period is just over.’

I helped her to the high walls surrounding the tower and flipped her skirt over her ass, running my fingers a few times to see if she was ready. Well, to have to wipe my fingers dry showed me how overly wet she was and I just peeled one side of her ass to shove my cock in.

The tiny body managed to contain all of my dick in a tight fit, starting my engines without my control. It was my dick that wanted to feel her soft walls all over again and again. Kimberly stuck to moaning quietly while I pumped her harder, going as fast as I could jerk her back.

She was just so tempting that I couldn’t slow down at all. That sweet voice just kept telling me she was cumming but I couldn’t sense anything besides a tighter grip. Apparently, her orgasms were less obvious but equally as powerful when she crumbled to the ground.

Kimberly: ‘Just do me in doggy. I can’t stand up.’

On rough grounds, I pounded her lighter but going as deep, until it was my turn to unload. Since it was her safe period, I asked her if I could and she raised her body higher to rub her clit.

Kimberly (whispering): ‘Give it all to me.’

I wrapped my arms around her and delivered my final few strokes into her, unleashing all those cum I had no immediate use for. She moaned louder than before while she guided my hand to rub her belly, before my dick slipped out of her.

A mixture of cum and her fluid dribbled onto the floor, in strong contrast against the weathered concrete tiles. I had slightly more trouble to pull up my pants while she just adjusted her skirt. After getting our bags, we left hand-in-hand for home. Luckily for her matured looks, there was only jealousy when people stared at our unconventional ethnicity.

Kimberly: ‘Will we still do it again? Or is it just one time?’
Me: ‘Whenever no one is home?’

She bit her lips and let me opened the doors for her, returning to the home where everyone asked where we went. Dinner of course!

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Horny Housewife

Me: ‘Excuse me mdm, I think that is my underwear.’

She held up the blue brief I could never mistaken for and took a whiff from it. Checking it inside out, she gave me those suspicious look as if I was cheating an underwear out of her.

Lady: ‘I think this is my son’s. I know how he smells.’
Me: ‘It’s really mine. I think you forgot to take it out after my wash.’

It wasn’t my fault that I took a minute to get back to my washing machine, and she was in a hurry to complete her laundry at the same time. I could sense a little frustration when she stuffed it into her huge bag, leaving me sad for losing my favourite brief.

Lady: ‘I’ll wait till you’re done, then we go up and ask my son. If he say its not his, I’ll give it back to you. Ok?’

The mid-30s lady made an offer that wasn’t too much trouble, and I went up to her place as soon as I was done. Her son wasn’t around then and I was so sure that I would never see them again. While she asked for a minute to check her son’s cupboard, I had my bag of hot laundry in my arms.

Lady: ‘Actually, it’s yours. My son don’t wear this kind.’

She looked disappointed when I took it from her, still confused about her weird act. Losing my cool over the time wasted, I asked her why would she do such a thing. After a minute of awkward silence, she tightened her fists in front of me.

Lady: ‘I have an underwear fetish. I can tell you are a nice guy from how you smiled at me. So I wanted to keep that.’

I was completely lost for words. Being a writer of such contents, there IS nothing wrong for having a fetish.

Me: ‘You can have it then. But give me your number so I can get it back.’
Lady: ‘It’s okay. It doesn’t have your smell anyway.’

I dropped my bag and took my pants off, stripping the black Airism boxers from Uniqlo. She ignored the underwear I held to her and caught my dick before I could pull the blue one up, surprising me with her daringness.

Lady: ‘Can I make it big? Or is it already growing?’

Her hand someone managed to awaken it and it poked out of her pinky in no time. She took a whiff from it and just covered the tip with her mouth, tongue slithering around the head where I was so sure I saw some smegma on it. Her fetish really showed through her active mouth and we were soon seated on her living room couch.

I have never felt anyone licking the sides of my balls before and she was just looking for ‘something’. Her lips then went over the little head and executed the standard blowjob move, getting me as hard as it was painful.

Her FBT shorts came down her shapely ass and she went into doggy right beside where I sat.

Lady: ‘Come fuck me. My son will be home soon.’

I had no idea what overcame her and let her shoved her ass back on my dick, her arms pushing backwards repeatedly to fuck me instead. I didn’t let the housewife do all the work either and hammered her hard, sending unrestrained moans through the whole house.

Lady (moaning): ‘Let me know when you’re cumming k?’

The rest was pretty straightforward without any position change, slapping noises, erotic moans, agonising groans, we were so into each other then.

Me (shouting): ‘I’m cumming now!’

She patted my thighs away from her and flipped herself over, bobbing her head over my cock hungrily for the second time. Up till when I unloaded into her mouth, she was savouring it like a sausage.

Mmm!

The home cook approved of my taste that she swirled around with her tongue, before swallowing it in multiple gulps. My cock was thoroughly cleaned with those lips and she wiped her mouth with my worn underwear.

Lady: ‘Your phone?’

I handed it to her and she typed her number in, saving herself as Horny Housewife. After giving herself a missed call, she ushered me out of her house with a packet of green tea. Looks like the horny housewife will have one more thing to clean besides her dirty clothes.

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Off to School

‘Go go go!’, I whispered loudly to Sherlyn after we scaled the fence of the school. It was 12am and there was no one else (I hope). We had to dash across the field of wet grass before we reached the main staircase, climbing breathlessly to the highest floor.

Not wanting to risk triggering any alarm by opening doors, we stayed in the far end of a row of classrooms. She had held up her flare skirt around her butt and I flipped it over her back, lowering her g-string to the ground.

My shorts ruffled in the silence and my dick soon found its way under her moist pussy, rubbing along her thighs a few times. ‘You can put it in now’, she hurried me in a hush-hush tone and I poked at a spot, feeling her fingers angle it lower to pierce through those warm flesh.

A single stroke sent me right into her and we were quick to start our crazy adventure. Pounding her as lightly as I could, the slight squishing noises were actually louder. She dangerously bent over the railing as I slid my cock in full, thinning those vaginal muscles where I brushed against.

‘I’m gonna cum!’, she mentioned those redundant words when I could feel the extra wetness, as well as a suffocating grip on my cock. I was moving at my fastest speed and wasn’t too far from the end too. ‘Me too!’, her hands slapped on my hips at the sides and I shoved all the way in, channeling the single ‘backward-pull’ motion to activate the impregnation.

My shaft thickened inside her to pump out my load in huge loads, appeasing her death grip that was milking me. The onslaught of cum filling her up actually released my cock, slipping out as the last few pulses shot into her.

She opened her legs and squatted down to pee, dripping cum right behind the clear puddle she formed. Her dress returned to its original position, hiding her cute butt while I zipped up. Leaving the school premise in the same direction we entered, it was all fun and laughter once we were in the clear.

‘Let’s do that again next time!’, she smacked my arm before my adrenaline returned to normal. But it was worth doing again. We were the childhood friends whom realised that we had a mutual-sexual attraction, fucking throughout the multiple relationships we had (separately). We know we will never make a good couple, but the sex.. is another story.

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Unlike 21

‘Does the bus you take home go pass Thomson?’, Jacie kept her eyes on her phone while asking me about my journey home. I went to where she stood and peered from her shoulders, looking at her scrolling messily on Google Maps. ‘Yes it does’, I spoke in a normal tone like a senior and she turned off her screen. Reaching for my hands behind her, she grabbed both of them and wrapped them around her waist, shocking me with her unusual mood.

The thin muscle tee did little to hide those white bra she wore underneath and we went to the area outside the toilet, aware that the cameras do not see that corner. She raised her shirt and stuck one hand under, dropping me off at the small bra cup. I went under the bra and gave her boob a squeeze, one that is too small for a 21 year old girl.

Our work required us to wear jeans but that didn’t stop her from wearing jeggings, one she could easily peel down her firm little ass. My other hand went between her legs and smeared that soft cameltoe around, while she moaned for the first time.

‘You don’t mind us getting this close right?’, she breathed those words into my ear that was resting on her shoulder. ‘Not at all’, I kissed her neck after saying that and raised her top high enough to unhook her bra. The sporty uni student removed them completely and let me fondled her everywhere, before she turned around to pay some attention to my erection.

The moment she lowered my jeans to my knees, I could see the excitement when she realised her tiny hand could barely hold around the shaft. My fingers were covered in her slimy honey once I buried them between her labia, teasing me with her inexperienced hand stroking my cock.

Standing about 5cm in front of each others’ face, she was looking at my groin the whole time. ‘If I have a condom, will you still do it without?’, her hand rotated to pump my cock up and down instead of her thumb and index facing her, getting my hard on even more solid.

‘Uh huh’, I felt a shiver running through her body when she heard my answer, and she hopped on the steel kitchen counter two steps into the kitchen. I brought my hips nearer to her pussy and she leaned slightly backwards, to let me penetrate her in missionary. ‘Oh god.. ‘, a moan came when I shoved the full length into her, opening her pelvic wider with my cock.

She held me around my neck while I kept her hips on the table, pounding that closely shaven pussy. She was just too small for any man and it was even easier to turn me on with her haughty character. We lasted five minutes in the creaking sex position that moved the table a little, and was breathless when I took a break.

‘Doggy?’, I popped the question and she led me into the toilet, where a huge mirror hung in front of the basin. Bending over for me, I stood up as my cock entered her again, watching our horny faces going at it. Our eyes hardly left the live action happening before us and the desperate looks just kept us going.

Her elbows suddenly gave way and she fell over the sink, while I pumped even faster for my own good. ‘Fuck fuck fuck.. ‘, she sighed those vulgarities as her body shivered, while I had to push myself away from the irresistible small figure. ‘No no! Don’t go!’, she moved backwards to slam down my cock again and I came that instant, squirting cum deep into her as she knocked me with her ass.

Everything was emptied that moment and she just leaned on me exhausted, before I struggled to bring ourselves to the toilet bowl for a rest. As my dick lost its power, it slipped out of her and she could not open her eyes anymore.

‘Can we crash in one of the hotels here?’, the tired voice got a ‘yes’ no matter if we had sex. We crossed the road and went into one of the hotels that we never heard any complaints about, and sleep till we wake up in the middle of the night for intense, raw sex.

She is the one to have in any guys’ bed.