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Lust Cafe

Shanice: ‘So how do you like working here?’

The little heard question came out of nowhere while Edd was finishing up with his coffee machine. Another part time staff who was on the same shift as him wore a checkered boyfriend shirt tied around her waist, and a frilly pair of black denim shorts complimented her sexy yet not sexual outlook.

Edd: ‘Good so far. I like it here.’
Shanice: ‘Your colleagues? You’ve met the morning shift people right?’
Edd: ‘Yeah. You girls are really lucky to be able to wear anything you like here. I have to say, it’s hard to concentrate with babes around.’

Her giggles echoed in the now-empty cafe, as switches were flicked into their off positions. Leading Edd around the place to do a final check at all the locks and powerpoints, they found themselves in the make shift storage room under the shophouse stairs.

Edd: ‘You’re changing?’
Shanice: ‘Nope. Just.. ‘

She undid the knot and tucked it into her shorts, about to put on the top button when he stopped her. Unsurprised at his bold move, their eyes met at the deepest possible level without any words exchanged. Her hands went to her shorts to undo the buttons, while he did the same for his jeans. In no time, his hand had found its way over her thongs in the restricted shorts-space, and she had wrestled his dick out of the V-shaped opening at his groin.

He gently stroked her pussy over her underwear until moisture dampened the thin material, feeling her hand pulling the elastic band wide for him to stick his hand into. A deep gasp of air was heard as his middle finger slid down her wet slit, stopping short of her clit to give her a brief ‘introduction’.

Shanice’s busy palm took a break to collect some saliva from their mouths, before resuming the handjob that just got sexier. He lightly chokehold her against the wall to make sure he wouldn’t miss his kiss, and the momentarily freeze in her movements hinted him at her preference for domination.

Soon, her lips were moaning to his probing digits, teasing the entrance of her vagina incessantly. Shanice did not just let Edd have his way with him, reciprocating with the quick thumb rubs over his dick head.

Edd (whispering): ‘You’ll be the last to make me lose control like that.’

He ignored his falling pants to carry her under her thighs over his arms, letting her koala hug him around his neck. Using a step ladder in a corner, he managed to let himself into her pussy slowly, tearing her apart as his arms relaxed. Her thongs were the least of their concerns since it was pushed out of the way like a used tissue.

Pushed against the wall, Shanice was filled with lust the moment he started thrusting. Her bent legs could not close even if she wanted to, giving him full access to do whatever he wanted to her. Her body began slamming against his dick when he let her dangle from his neck, swaying her back and forth in ecstatic moans.

Shanice (moaning): ‘I’ll faint when I cum! Arghh!’

He did a little skip to switch his hands from her legs to under her ass, holding her steady on his chest as consciousness drifted away. He turned around to sit on the ladder and kept patting her to calm her down, only to see her awaken in a satisfied grin.

She regained her strength after resting and turned herself around, facing away from the able-bodied new staff. Holding onto a shelf in front, her pussy was lifted a short distance from his dick.

Edd got her cue immediately and went all out on her, ramming her tiny ass so hard a few items fell from the shelf. His grip on her waist tightened as he neared his orgasm, significantly slowly down his thrusts to shove deeper.

Edd (whispering): ‘I’m shooting now babe.’
Shanice: ‘Where are you cumming?’

He helped her stand upright and let his cock slid out of her wet hole, intimately lining up horizontal under her pussy. She closed her legs together as he started thrusting again, massaging her sore clit while he trembled in sensitivity.

Edd picked up his pace as his load built up at his balls, cumming shortly after into her underwear that stuck closely to his dick head. The stimulation on his shaft and at the tip caused his orgasm to weaken his knees, but he cleverly used the shelf for support.

Waves of creamy, thick cum poured into her thongs to her astonishment, leaving a trail along her slit when he pulled out behind her. Feeling the warm liquid moisturise her pussy, she couldn’t stop touching her groin once her pants were up.

The lights in the store went out after they collected their belongings, walking towards the same bus stop for their respective rides home.

Shanice: ‘I’ll see you tomorrow. We’ll be doing the same shift again. Bye!’

It was hard for Edd to stop staring at her mesmerising bright eyes, especially after he knew how she felt and looked under that fashionable outfit of hers. What would she be wearing tomorrow?

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Two in Four Will

Jolie: ‘Toilet?’
Me: ‘Sure. If you dare.’
Jolie: ‘If YOU dare!’

The sweet nineteen year old skipped into a female toilet of City Square Mall, among the vacant education centres in the upper floors. I hugged the only shopping bag tightly in my arms before walking casually into the ladies, knocking on the last cubicle that had a handicap sign.

Jolie: ‘Occupied.’
Me: ‘I know.’

A loud gasp later, the door opened and she pulled me by the plastic bag in. In the safety of the four walls, I placed the noisy crackling bag on the ledge behind the toilet, before pinning her to one of the thin walls.

Jolie (whispering): ‘What the fuck!’
Me: ‘Shhh!’

I silenced her response by cupping her breast hard, enough to turn her head downwards. She hugged me closely around my back, trying to stop me from doing any more ‘damage’. But there was little she could do once I slipped my hand under her blue spaghetti top, diving straight into her padded bra for her nipple.

A quick pinch relaxed her arms around me and her struggle died down as I massaged her boobs. Slowly, but strongly, I almost reshaped her breasts with my skilful kneading motion. Her hand had moved over my groin to see if I was hard, but how could I not be? The poly student had a perfect pair of hips that sealed her thigh gap with the right amount of muscles, along with two beautiful mountains to top it off.

Jolie (whispering): ‘Are you hard?’
Me (whispering): ‘What does it say?’
Jolie: ‘Super.’

In a graceful manner, I slipped my hand into her undone denim shorts and went into her underwear. Sensing the lack of pubes on her shave groin, there was nothing less than excitement when she shivered to my touch on her clit.

Jolie: ‘Hey.. ‘

My jeans came loose in her hands and she gently held my cock in her palm, stroking it as slowly as I was teasing that wet pearl of pleasure. Her moans went straight into my ear with my continuous circular massage, and a tiny bit of pre-cum smoothened out the sensual handjob.

Me (whispering): ‘Are we having sex?’
Jolie: ‘What?’
Me: ‘Fine.’

I spun her around in a flash and swung her towards the toilet. Pushing her on her knees over the plastic cover, her shorts and panties came off while she was in doggy style. There was no shortage of a struggle when she reached behind to stop me, trying to get off the toilet in vain of my strong arms.

Me: ‘Keep still!’

Something came over me when I landed a hard slap on her ass, scaring her motionless in the same spot. No amount of ‘sayang-ing’ would calm her down but I wasn’t going to change my mind either. Placing my dick under her pussy, I thrust a few times to lube my shaft up. Her body couldn’t hide the excitement when her waist trembled in my hands, and I could feel her getting wetter.

Leaning back a little, my erection went perpendicular to her pussy. It did not take me long to figure out the right hole, and I pushed my tip in to lock on the target.

Jolie (whispering): ‘Go slow k?’
Me: ‘I will.’

I had to bite my lips hard when I dipped my cock into her tight hole, catching her clench her fists from the side. ‘Kegel’ was what she mentioned earlier over dinner. That challenge was good enough to take on and I shoved the first stroke into her, loosening her vagina momentarily. As she regained focus, it became a competition to outlast her.

Changing my grip from her waist to her shoulders, I yanked her backwards again, only to start pounding her from the rear. ‘Oh fuck.. ‘, long groans along that line started coming as our hips slapped loudly against each other, sending my cock as deep as I could into her curvy ass.

For once, I had to admit that she could control her muscles well, as different pressures caused me to lose my tempo from time to time. Ramming harder and deeper into her, the subtle shivers and collapsing chest were the only signs of her orgasms, but there was no way to know for sure.

Reducing my intensity to her tightening pussy, I settled on a rhythm I could handle, no matter if she was doing anything funny. The gorgeous hair swung back and forth as I buried myself further, admiring her twisting waist to my forceful entries.

Me: ‘Argh.. I’m ready to cum now. You’re getting too tight.’
Jolie: ‘But I’m not even squeezing!’

I decided to pull out before I lost control, and she returned to sit on the toilet cover. Switching from her pussy to her hands, her saliva lubricated the rest of the journey in a handjob. Clearly having enough practise, she easily grasped my ideal strength and speed, pumping me to my natural end.

Me (whispering): ‘Here it comes Jolie.. ‘

She closed her eyes as she continued jerking, until my hips buckled and spewed a huge load over her nose and lips. The playful girl didn’t stop despite my pleas, until I had to pull myself away. Blinded by cum, I used a piece of wet tissue to clean her enough to walk out of the cubicle.

For that short period, I was left to wear my clothes back, before she sent me an ‘all-clear’ text. Making our way out past a security guard who probably spotted us, we left the memorable floor and went to Casa Italia, for a well-deserved cup of gelato.

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Coffee ‘Creamer’

Just as I settled down in a cosy corner of StarBucks with my iPad, the sight of a shiny object under an occupied table got my attention. A lady in a blue floral dress, white columns lining the sides of her waist all the way to the hems, was seated opposite to my table. The tiny triangle peering through her neatly placed feet enlarged whenever she rocked her heels, and the glossy orbs reflected light in my direction.

Amidst my lecherous glances below her table, our eyes met once before I returned my gaze to my screen, now aware that she had caught me peeping. The movements of her legs only got bolder as she crossed one over the other, splitting the gap wider for a permanent line of sight.

The way she combed her long hair backwards, and the tilting of her head to expose her slender neckline, it was almost too clear to me as to what she was hinting. The narrow end of our tables were not the ideal spot to do any work in, so there were little disturbance to our privacy.

Me: ‘Do you mind if I join you? Since we are both going to be mostly working on our laptops.’
Lady: ‘Sure thing.’

I shifted my belongings to her round table and we sat opposite each other, without any more opportunities to watch her mysterious underwear. We were back to our work and sipping coffees, until I felt a kick under the table.

Lady: ‘Sorry! Was stretching.’
Me: ‘It’s alright.’
Lady (whispering): ‘So, did you see what I wore?’
Me: ‘Just something shiny?’
Lady: ‘Sharp eyes there.’

Her feet went to the middle of my heavy wooden chair and did a flick of her toes on my groin, bringing forth a whole new hint to our alone time. As I wore a pair of thin AirForce shorts for comfort, it provided a silky touch to her fidgeting feet. For her side, I slipped my foot out of my worn out slippers and placed it at the same spot on her chair.

Wriggling my way between her legs, a string of stiff pearls knocked against each other as I tugged on the elastic band (holding them together), watching her clench her fist in response. The greenhouse effect in our little corner had warded off other patrons, giving us all the freedom to shift our seats next to each other.

Facing the entry into the long walkway we sat at, she placed her feet on the empty chair in front, and I stayed seated firmly to let her knead my bulge. Her slightly ajar thighs permitted my hand to go between, and it didn’t take us too long to cross our arms. Her hand on my stretched waistband and mine under her dress.

Her eyes were glued to my screen where a story was in progress, stuck at the ‘concluding’ part of the passage. The pearly bits were pushed one side quickly and my fingers darted in and out of her, alternating with clit rubs while she moaned and jerked my erection. She leaned over to my keyboard with her free hand to type something, and the automatic backup did not cause any worry.

L-y-n-e-t-t-e

She pecked at my wireless keyboard with difficulty as I tickled her insides faster, forcing her to grab my cock harder. For her benefit, I clicked a ‘J’ alphabet to reply with my name and she was cool about my discretion.

Lynette (whispering): ‘J.. do you think we can do it here.’
Me: ‘Sex?!’
Lynette (whispering): ‘Shhh! You’ve got a condom?’

I reached for my wallet and took a Okomoto Crown rubber I packed for such emergency purposes, and she capped me on within another few strokes. The loud screech across the wooden floor gathered no attention given our distance from the main crowd, and she promptly sat on my lap with her dress in the way.

Very discretely, I lifted her clothes till the hard pearls touched my groin, and her hand quickly guided my cock into her. The brief moment of pleasure felt a few seconds long, but we knew it was only a couple. All it took us to get started was for her to slide her ass along my thighs, and I was slipping in and out of her pussy.

An overwhelming tightness was created with her knees stuck together, sending me into a frenzy as soon as she picked up her pace. Our hands never separated as she rocked faster and faster, listening to my disgruntled groans that I was barely holding in.

Me (whispering): ‘Are you always so tight?’
Lynette: ‘My ex says I have a body of a virgin.’
Me: ‘Agreed! (sighing loudly)’

I constantly worked on her clit as she did all the work, until a gentle shiver ended her robotic movements.

Me (panting): ‘I’m going to shoot if you keep going.. ‘
Lynette: ‘Don’t waste it in a condom.’
Me (panting): ‘Huh? Then where?’

She moved her ass a bit further back to let my dick pop out of her, before unrolling the condom in a gentle, upward pinch. Her fingertips touched me on my shaft a few times before holding me with her wet palm, reminding me about how wet she was.

A handjob sent me back to moaning for my life and it took her just a minute before I reached my limit. In her light but sensational grasp, I couldn’t believe a loose grip was the key to make me cum. She brought her cup of latte in front of her, out of my sight, and increased her speed.

I felt the steam from the coffee and the warm edge of the cup touch my cock, before she bent it downwards. Luckily for me, the coffee was just warm and not hot, considering how my balls were leaning on the side of the cup. My cum splashed into the latte and that was the only noise from us, until she brought it back to the table.

The brown, signature StarBucks serviettes were moistened with her cup of water and I used it to wipe myself clean. Returning my genitalia into my pair of comfy shorts, she stirred her coffee vigorously in front of me. Loud sips brought the content of the cup into her mouth and she was grinning at me the whole time.

Lynette: ‘Are you done with your work?’
Me: ‘Not yet.’
Lynette: ‘Let’s get back to work then.’

I brought us another round of cold drinks this time, finishing up my work while she packed her laptop before me. Leaving with good feelings and my number, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to be at the right place, at the right time.

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Leotard Under Lace

Chanel: ‘Please don’t make me wear this out.’
Roy: ‘I don’t care. Or do you want me to share your old photos online?’

The ex-model had once did a nude photoshoot and he managed to get hold of the photos, paying a high price to get them off the hands of the sleazy photographer. If not for her past experience in modelling, he would not have found out that she was so open to use sex toys in front of a camera.

She unrolled the black leotard up her chest and stuck her arms through, stretching out the Lycra to a smooth finish. A black, see-through lace dress then went over her head and the sense of insecurity immediately came with the flow of cool air through her clothes.

He wore a decent set of clothes and set off for the hawker centre near their place, serving up a delicious view of sexiness to the eating customers. No one she walked past failed to take a good look at her, spending most of the five seconds stare to decipher what she was really wearing. The low back cutting down to her waist, and the shiny gold zip along her B cups.

The cold plastic seat chilled her ass unnervingly, but she just ate her food embarressed. The extra fish balls and noodles the lecherous uncle gave her, was her sign of attraction. Roy too, received an equally huge amount, displaying a smirky grin throughout their breakfast.

Chanel: ‘Where are we going after this?’
Roy: ‘For a swim.’

Seriously? She had no say in his decisions after her photos were compromised, continuing their journey to the neighbourhood swimming pool nearby. As it was just ten in the morning of a weekday, the medium pool was empty except for a few kids playing at the shallower part.

While Roy had to remove two of his clothes (wearing his trunks underneath), Chanel just stripped her dress off. They settled in a corner of the near-empty pool and he just cuddled with her there, barely doing any activities related to swimming.

The zip holding up her B cups went down to her upper waist and he dug his way into the opening, caressing her breasts in view of the lifeguard a distance away. Chanel had felt his hard on in his trunks long before but did not initiate anything, since they were in public eyes. Roy had little concern for her decency after learning what she was capable of, guiding her hand into his pants while angling his legs to a forty five angle to get the water to his chest level.

The thin material of her leotard was pulled to one side at her groin, feeling his active fingers rub along her slit. The difference in texture between the chlorinated water and her juices were obvious, and he was giving off soft groans as she fondled his cock.

Roy: ‘Put my dick inside.’

She whipped his cock out of his trunks and poked it at her pussy, sitting down slowly on his erection. The moment it filled her tight vagina up, she then realised how sexy she was in the next-to-nude outfit he asked her to wear. The sex had taken the earlier awkwardness away, and she felt better when he started thrusting.

Little waves plopped against their bodies, and her nipples grew harder under the swimsuit. Chanel could not take the doggy sex anymore and turned around to face him, her love-hate partner. Climbing over his lap, Roy slipped his cock in again and let her do the rocking, riding his manhood into ecstacy.

The orgasms strangely did not come until she massaged her clit, and rewarded her self with one good one. In the meantime, Roy was getting all worked up from the increasing suction within her pussy, and he was just that close to cumming.

Roy (panting): ‘Let’s go underwater.’

He led the way by taking a deep breath and sank downwards with her. His hips then jerked in quick, short bursts of thrusts until he hugged her tight. She left his cock pop out under her vagina and cupped the tip with fingertips. All it took him was a few seconds before warm cum shot into the chemical laden waters, through her fingers that felt the full wrath of his intensity.

Chanel: ‘We didn’t bring any towels right?’
Roy (panting): ‘Yeah.’
Chanel: ‘Let’s sit there and wait to dry then. Shouldn’t take long with that kind of sun.’

She put his cock back into his trunks and kissed him twice, before climbing out of the pool. The unconventional couple sat there for a bit before wearing their clothes back, bodies dried to a crisp. Chanel had never felt any sexier then with eyes staring at her, partly knowing that her boyfriend didn’t contribute to her sense of security – she did it on her own.

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Silence of the Night

In the audacity of the brightly lit void deck, the pair of love birds chased each other around only to end up in hugs and kisses. Jacelyn had wore the black skater dress even though she doesn’t wear anything apart from shorts and jeans, just to show her same-age boyfriend, her girly side. Kenny on the other hand, was in a blue cartoon shirt and kaki pants, more keen on ‘holding’ her in his arms than to just chit chat under her block.

For the umpteen time, he chased her into a corner and embraced her around her waist, standing groin to groin on her dress. There was no better time to kiss her than ever, and he never removed his lips for a long time. Jacelyn’s heart raced as he gently gave her butt a squeeze, lifting her closer to him.

Embarrassed, she spun around and felt his weight on her against the tiled barricade, a common decoration at study corners. Kenny took the chance to work his hands under her dress, and pulled her panties halfway down her ass.

Jacelyn (whispering): ‘Eh! What are you doing?’

When her underwear reached her knees, there was only so much time before someone spotted her state of undress. A quick touch of her kneecaps together dropped her panties and he picked it up quickly to stash it out of sight. If you can remember the pick-dash-drop manoeuvre for shuttle run, that was the speed he used to keep her undies.

Returning to her back, she could feel his hard on poking between her ass crack even through his pants. So, she did the only thing sensible and reached behind, to unzip and wrestle his cock out. In her gentle hands, erratic jerking movements of his hips thrust the long, external organ into her palms, driving her thoughts wild with their current attire.

He was around her height to slip his hands between her legs, and a fast-paced masturbation of her clit began. Jacelyn elevated one of her feet through a gap in the waist-level wall, parting just wide enough for him to tuck his fingertip into her pussy.

The moment he glide his finger along her slit, the watery texture of her bodily fluid lubricated his single stroke.

Jacelyn: ‘Don’t put your finger inside k? Just rub outside.’

The awkward movements of their hips was an obvious indication of their ‘petting’ session, but thankfully, no one was around to watch. She was in seventh heaven the whole time he rubbed her between, and her hands were sending the same signals to him.

Kenny: ‘Can I try putting it inside you?’
Jacelyn: ‘Ok. Slowly k?’

He moved her a step backwards and she perched her forearms on the wall, sticking her pussy out as far as she could for him. His five inches weren’t that impressive in general, but her body was as young as his. His cleanly washed tip pried her sticky labia apart and the first bit entered without much pain.

The pair of hands on her waist was holding her tighter as his cock split her untouched vagina walls, soft flesh tissues caressing him with an unimaginable level of intimacy. She was warm, wet, tight, and living. The merciless hardness of his cock greatly contrasted the delicate nature of her interior, blowing his mind with her special form of ‘love’.

Kenny: ‘Is it painful or anything?’
Jacelyn((breathless): ‘Anything but warm and horny.. ‘

He leaned over her back and grabbed her boobs through her thin dress, kneading them carefully while his hips started moving. For the first time, he experienced the conflicting urge to move, and not move at once. It was so heavenly inside her but the devil in him was pumping adrenaline into his body.

Kenny (groaning): ‘Jacie, I don’t think I can hold in much longer.’
Jacelyn (calmly): ‘It’s okay. Just shoot when you want.’

If only she could see how guilty he looked, for not able to move more than ten strokes inside her. For that lucky boy, he has nothing to worry about since she loved him for more than just sex. He took a few deep breaths and resumed thrusting his cock into her again. His endurance was cut short the moment she tightened a little, throwing him off on his feet in fears he missed.

The concerned girlfriend did not ask him ‘back’ but turned to him lovingly, and grabbed his cock lightly. Returning to each others’ arms, their kisses got more intense as she pumped him fast.

Kenny (moaning): ‘Dear! I’m going to shoot! Sorry.. ‘
Jacelyn (whispering): ‘It’s okay. Just cum in my hand.’

Her movements came to a stop and he took over the work, ramming his cock until his load reached his shaft. The two of them froze in silence as his cum jettisoned into her hand, still moving very slowly to release him of his misery. The cute groans he made put a smile on her face and she tugged along his shaft to clean all the cum up.

After another kiss, she went to their bags and used her panties to clean her hands, shocking Kenny with her daringness. Well, they were right below her block anyway. The rest of the scene turned out similar to a mother comforting her son, assuring Kenny that he did a good job pleasing her.

In her mind, she knew it was time to get one of those ‘delay spray’ she saw on Qoo10 before, so he could truly give her the vaginal orgasm he postponed. After he came, all he saw in her was the cute ponytail she had, that mismatched the elegant dress she wore.

Kenny: ‘You look really pretty tonight.’

Those words meant a lot for the boyish, clumsy acting girl and she couldn’t stop snuggling up to him after. For the next hour, he used his trusted fingers to send her into moaning orgasms.