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Fields of Green and Darkness

Jamie: ‘Turn away for what? Not like you never see me in panties before.’
Me: ‘Respect ma.’
Jamie: ‘Act only.’

At one of the nature reserves in Singapore, we had gone for a day of photoshoot for her private collection, like how girls these days have artistic shots as their profile pictures. Although we had stopped shooting after seven, we continued walking in the park to make use of the last light.

Finally at nine, it was too dark to walk any more and that was when she needed to pee. So we wandered out of a boardwalk into the foliage that seemed the most levelled, and she responded to the nature’s call.

Jamie: ‘Eh. Stand closer leh. Let me hold you.’

She stripped her white, black romper down along with her panties to her knees, and squatted right next to me. Throughout these time, she had her cellphone screen on to see the ground, illuminating parts of her shaved pussy for me as well.

Haphazardly holding on my wrist, the stream of her pee splashed into the soil and there was nothing else to do except to wait. Seconds later, I felt her hand on my groin and jumped back, surprised at what she was doing.

Me: ‘Eh! You finished peeing already ah?’
Jamie: ‘Yupp. I thought you are hard ma. But you’re not.’
Me: ‘Umm.. Now I am?’

Once again, she felt through my thin shorts on my growing hard on and fondled it to feel its length. She stood up after she was done and grabbed me with both hands, stepping out of her clothes to remove her panties. Her clothes came back on after she stuffed her underwear in my palm and I just stood there like a statue.

Me: ‘Done?’
Jamie: ‘Huh? No?’

She removed my camera bag from behind and placed it on the ground, turning me sideways to slip her hand into my shorts. Of course, I held her hand still, unable to let her go any further and possibly ruin this friendship we had.

Jamie was the kind of girl whom you can tell with one look, that only her career boyfriend could match. Smart, pretty and luxurious, those were the words defined around her. Not sure about her sexual experiences, but it felt weird to taste something I didn’t deserve, yet or not.

Jamie: ‘Eh. Don’t need to be shy la. You did me a huge favour this time, and I have been feeling down until you cheered me up with all your lame jokes.’
Me: ‘Still, that’s not enough to get into your pants ah. You are more than a pretty face to me.’

She bit lips and forced her hand into my pants, fingers slithering around my rod that was at its full erection. Before I could grab her by her waist (playfully), she hid behind me and continued to rub her thumb on my cock head. My legs suddenly gone weak and I squatted down, which she followed by spreading her legs wide.

Naughtily forcing a handjob on me, I quietly reached my hand behind my back and brushed across her thigh, following her flawless skin into the gapping leg holes of her romper. Partly lubricated by her pee, she leaned her boobs closer on my back as I attacked her clit, vibrating fingers moving sideways.

Jamie (whispering): ‘Fuck. You are trying to control me huh?’

Feeling her legs giving way to pleasure, her handjob got slower until she began moaning. I spun around and hugged her in my arms, raising one of her legs to a low-hanging branch to spread her pussy.

Jamming my fingers in, her vagina clamped me down as hard as she could, but did nothing to slow my thrusting palm at her groin. In response, she wrapped her arms around my neck and breathed into my ears, moaning ‘oh yes’ repeatedly. Soon, the tremble in her body turned fiercer with more of her weight slipping downwards to earth.

Jamie (whispering): ‘Oh fuck.. ‘

A single jet of cum sprayed into my working palm and kept shivering for a while.

Jamie: ‘Help me over to the rock there. I need to rest.’

A boulder sticking out of the ground was what she was referring to and we made our way there half-dressed, with our belongings. After checking that it was clean, she landed her bum on it and fanned herself.

Jamie: ‘Still hard?’
Me: ‘A little? Thanks to you lo.’
Jamie: ‘Come.’

She pulled me by my cock nearer to her and pulled the bottom part of her romper wide, inviting me in. There was no words to say except a moan from her when my tip touched her clit, sliding under her wet pussy till I popped into her. Teasingly, I moved very slowly inside her and her tight grip on my forearm told me how much she enjoyed it.

The adventurous girl suddenly turned into an innocent one as she kept her gaze downwards, where our genitals connect. Once I picked up my tempo thrusting into her, she pulled my shirt to hide her face, appearing opposite to the moans she was giving.

Because her legs weren’t exactly wide opened, the pressure in her cunt really pushed all my buttons. Tiny squirts of her juice kept ejecting on my groin, wetting my legs as she orgasmed. There was no words to describe how much she wanted to keep this wrong act going, especially with her ‘don’t stop’ whenever I felt my end near.

Just five minutes into the romp, I couldn’t ignore my body’s scream to cum and stopped against her pleas. Once I pulled out of her, she fell forward on me and crumbled to a squat. Another small shiver from her came and she climaxed another time, untouched by anyone.

Jamie (whispering): ‘Your cock.. I can still feel it inside.’

Inches from her face was my twitching rod, covered in her juices that she left as evidence. Her tired fingers went around the shaft and she pumped it slowly, until more of her strength returned. Since there was no way for any ‘accidents’ to happen with my dick outside her body, I let her torture me until I couldn’t take it anymore.

Me: ‘Jamie.. it’s getting too sensitive. I can’t cum.’
Jamie: ‘Really? But I always make my boy cum like this.’
Me: ‘Excuse me but I’m not him.’
Jamie: ‘Haha. True that.’

She stuffed her mouth full with my meat after that reply and worked her lips up and down, sensually milking me with every upward stroke. Magically, my senses returned and immediately urged me to give her the warning call.

Me: ‘Shooting! Shooting!’

She let go of my cock and gasped for air while pumping my rod at her face. Finally, ten seconds later, my cum launched into the wilderness onto whatever darkness in front of me. I could only hear her enthusiastic cheer as my hips buckled, losing power to the slow moving cock massage.

After what seemed to be my last squirt, she got up and pulled my shorts up as well. She handed me my bag in the darkness and we quickly made our way to the dimly lit boardwalk, empty except for a few couples far away.

She whipped her phone out and started the camera app, grabbing me to pose next to her. Through the self-portrait mode, I saw my cum on her eyes and nose, a huge quantity of it made her red lips pink.

*Ka-cheek*

More evidence was collected and we stopped at a bench in front of us. The clean up process was a bit tedious, removing most of her make up as we wiped her down. The breezy night made up for our intense action by drying our clothes a little, and she reapplied her make up for the homebound journey.

Jamie: ‘Don’t tell my boyfriend k? If not I have photos to show your girlfriend.’
Me: ‘Idiot.’

We made our way to a bus stop but she did not stop any of her buses. We spent a good hour looking through the photos until a car honked in front of us.

Jamie: ‘I asked him to pick us up. Hehe. And send you home too.’

She got into the front passenger seat and they kissed in front of me, probably tasting some of my cum too. I stayed very quiet on the way home, while she was teasing her boyfriend across the gearstick.

Boyfriend: ‘Bro, thanks for helping her out. Owe you one.’
Me: ‘Don’t mention it. Sending me home is good enough.’
Jamie: ‘Remember our plans for the next shoot k? Sentosa!’

She gave me a wink out of the window when he checked the blindspots, zooming off loudly in the peaceful neighbourhood.

Jamie (WhatsApp): ‘We’ll be using the hotel stay he has. So you shoot first, then we shoot, then he shoot – and shoot and shoot.’

I left her conversation unreplied and headed back home, looking at the contents of another SD card where she posed for a few public exhibitionist photos when there was no one around. Well, it’s time to prepare an erotic story (or two) for the next shoot. One for private collection and another for her boyfriend to ogle at.

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Deep Sea Drilling

Gladys: ‘Why are you sitting here alone? Thinking of swimming ah?’

The company chalet had came to an end after all the food was finished, majority of the staff headed home while a handful not on duty the next day stayed for the night. Among those who remained, there were three girls and two guys, which my other male counter part had too much to drink and fell asleep before the rest.

Me: ‘No la. Just enjoying the night sky. Lie down and close your eyes for a while. Then you’ll be able to see more stars.’

On the concrete jetty, the two of us laid quietly still, admiring the sight that most of our city lights had hidden. Gladys was the newest staff that joined us, working part time while studying in a private uni. Physically wise, she was the tiniest lady amongst us, but fashionably dressed outside work.

For that evening by the sea, she joined me in a bare back spaghetti blouse, bikini knots exposed around her neck and above the waistline of her shorts.

Gladys: ‘You want to go into the water?’
Me: ‘It’s dangerous eh. But I can save you if anything happens.’

She got up before I did and stripped her top and shorts off, ducking under the rope blocking the steps. I hurriedly threw my shirt away to follow her down in case she missed her step. In pitch darkness, we joined hands as our bodies dipped into the chilly waters, current pushing us around the pillars under the jetty.

Gladys: ‘Don’t let go of me ah.’

Within seconds of the pounding waves, she was hugging me on my back as I waded out into the open. Feet unable to touch the sand beneath, I executed the biggest strokes to get us to the side of the boardwalk, till I could stand firmly on the sand.

Me: ‘Ok ok. We are safe now.’

After she got off my back, she still could not reach the sand. Very cooly, she kept her grip on my arms as she floated closer to my chest. One arm wrapping over my shoulder, I could feel her other hand running down my waist.

Me: ‘Eh eh.. where is your hand going?’
Gladys: ‘Sorry la. Just trying not to die.’

Her fingers wriggled into my shorts that had a very elastic waistband, going around to my groin where my dick was shrivelled in coldness. She gently peeled the foreskin back and the erection came imminently into her grasp. I placed one hand on her back to hold her against my chest and ran the other across her thigh. Going straight for her pussy that only had a little triangle for shield.

Once I slipped my finger between her clit, hot breaths started blowing down my neck in contrast to the cold water. One thing leading to next, she had both her legs around my hips leaving a big gap to let our hands fit through her groin and my belly, still working hard stroking my manhood to keep herself warm.

As I dug my way into her pussy, moans drifted into my ears, increasing my speed till she was shivering in ecstacy. Minutes later, she let go of my cock and readied herself closer to me, guiding my arm around her back to hold her tight.

Gladys: ‘Let’s do it here. Shall we?’
Me: ‘No one will ever know right?’

I held her waist as she relaxed her arms and slid downwards, sheathing my sword into the warmest spot in the ocean. The tightness drew the largest breath of air I had and the fear of falling into the waters caused involuntary contractions over my dick.

Me: ‘You’ll float up and I’ll pull you down.’

A firm nod confirmed her enthusiasm and we did as I suggested, making our own waves as our genitals connected, driving deeply into her love hole. As our speed was greatly limited to the resistance in the water, we only managed to get close to climax but not able to satisfy our needs.

Like a jellyfish, we bobbed up and down to the steps and remained at the bottom, lifting half of our bodies into the open air. I did hope that the barnacles did not die when I sat on them, bouncing the petite Gladys on top till she was moaning in orgasms.

Rocking wildly on my lap, I was more distracted by the queerness of seaside sex than the waves of pleasure, drifting non-menacingly through my body.

Me: ‘Hey hey. Let’s change to doggie. There is a small platform for us to stand on here.’

She got up and we stood knees deep at the wider lowest step, bending over for me to ram her rear. My cock slipped into her easily and began ramming the foam out of the sea, garnering gasps as I went deeper than the (sea)cow girl style earlier.

Gladys (whispering): ‘You’re so deep inside me!’

My hands never let go of her waist as I repeatedly dragged her backwards, deep-sea drilling her pussy till she came another time. I continued fucking her as long as I could and it lasted for a good five minutes, against the freezing waters and the limits of my body. By the time I went all out, her elbows were shaking badly but moans never stopped exciting my senses.

Me: ‘Gladys.. I’m going to cum.’

A pat on the side of my hips slowed me down to a stop and she turned around to sit on the steps. Signalling for me to sit between her legs, I finally rested my tired calves and let her hug me from behind. Both her hands went around my two eggs, one sausage combo and jerked them rhythmically, caressing each of them like a dutiful mother hen.

Me: ‘Coming.. coming.. ‘

Her small palm wrapped around my dick head as hot cum sprayed out of the pee hole, filling her hands as she tried to catch all of it. While the last few twitches emptied my balls, she rubbed both her hands together on the tip and spread the warmth around, which I could not help but begged for her to stop teasing me.

Seeing her cum covered hands, we couldn’t be more happy to have each other in this specially romantic night. She washed her hands in the water and I wore my pants back, before returning to our clothes to head back to the chalet.

Our fingers magically interlocked for the walk back to our accommodations to which we could not find any of our friends inside.

Gladys: ‘Hey, Yi sent me a message.’
Yi (Whatsapp): ‘I can’t find your guys anywhere and we won’t be staying for the night. The key is in the corner of the BBQ, charcoal level.’

We found the key and went for a shower straight, in our birthday suits and of course, together. Since the both of us were not working the next day, there’s no need to describe how we spent the night together. Not especially when we have a fully air-conditioned bedroom to ourselves.

Somehow, the lack of condoms brought our night ‘activity’ to a whole new level, testing the ‘pull out’ method and holding a ‘cum tasting’ session in our comfy nakedness.

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Pet Kitty 2

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The familiar sounds of door unlocking came through the living room and Mel tidied her room up.

Mel (shouting): ‘Alex?’

A few minutes of waiting later, her bedroom door unlocked and a hunky guy stood there with a paper bag in his hand.

Anthony: ‘Mel?’
Mel: ‘Yeah. You are?’
Anthony: ‘Alex’s friend.’
Mel: ‘Oh! Come in.’

She let him in with a smile and sat him on her bed, pouring a glass of water for him.

Mel: ‘Sorry but there’s no food in the house.’
Anthony: ‘It’s okay. Alex told me.’
Mel: ‘Oh okay. What’s that in your bag?’
Anthony: ‘Some lubricant. He told me to get it for you.’

He handed her the bottles of lubricant and a blindfold, while she examined them carefully.

Mel: ‘Come! Put this on!’

The innocent girl was as playful as usual and stretched the blindfold over Anthony, who bent his head down for her. Once it was on, he felt her leave the bed and then helped him on his feet.

Mel: ‘Don’t move ah.’

She undid his shorts and underwear, before ruffling in front of his body. She sat him down and placed both his hands over her shoulders, before a shiver shot through his body. Her gentle hand had wrapped over his dick gracefully, and a moment later, a cold liquid touched his penis.

Anthony: ‘Is it the lubricant?’

She remained silent and planted her soft lips on his dick head, before pulling him lower for a kiss. The strawberry flavour rubbed onto his mouth and she let go of his face, returning to his dick that she licked wholeheartedly.

Slowly, her pressed lips split apart around his shaft and the inexperienced guy shivered more.

Mel (whispering): ‘You can lie down if you want. Just don’t look.’

Her mouth slid up and down his rod and with each stroke, her fingers rolled those testicles in his pouch playfully. It felt like fucking a loose hole, with precise control over the pressure and an extra ability to push his buttons on the right spot.

The sensual slurping sounds went well with the mental image of her in his mind, working her way up and down without any shortcuts. Soon, his hands went behind her head and guided her faster, which she followed through without so much a gag.

After about five minutes of the mind-blowing oral sex, Anthony was left out of breath and thighs twitching on its own. Mel, seeing how tensed he was, stopped and quietly climbed over his waist. Feeling her pussy touch his belly, Anthony reached his arms forward and felt her 32B cups.

Anthony: ‘Hey! Alex said that I’m only.. ‘
Mel: ‘Shhh!’

She leaned to one side and capped him with a condom nearby, before sitting down carefully on him. Making small squeals of discomfort while she penetrated herself, he was growing harder as she descended.

Anthony (gasping): ‘Oh my god. You’re so tight.’
Mel: ‘Maybe it’s you who is too big.’

She pressed her delicate palms on his chest and rode him, bouncing up and down to the bear-like groans he was making. Through the sessions with Alex, she had learnt to squeeze her PC muscles and it worked wonders for Anthony, whose body twitches almost threw her off.

Besides up and down, she moved her hips back and forth as well. Apparently, it was Anthony’s weakness and he could not hold back for long.

Anthony (shouting): ‘Shit shit.. I’m going to shoot!’

Mel made her last descend and jumped off, ripping his condom away between his legs. Sinking his dick into her mouth, she shoved her face in his groin and sucked really hard. In under three minutes, his hips thrust upwards and flushed all his cum into her mouth, forcing her to swallow some of the huge load.

Panting fast to catch his breath, he laid motionless as Mel made the last few licks to clean him up. She peeled his blindfold away and swallowed before his weary eyes, and gave his cock a little massage.

Anthony: ‘Full?’
Mel: ‘Yupp. You taste sweet! Tell Alex what you ate k? His is always salty.’

He nodded with the last bit of strength and she helped wore his shorts back, dropping her singlet over her own head with a satisfied smile. Mel sent him to her door after the deed was done and he locked the door behind him, returning her to the confines without so much a plea.

Anthony (WhatsApp): ‘Bro, she’s really good. Slot me into Wednesday.’

After Mel had her ‘brunch’, she went back to sleep after a glass of water, followed by a wet dream with Anthony and Alex in a nice, cosy hotel room. Guess who was begging to be fucked when Alex returned home that evening?

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Pet Kitty

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Alex: ‘Come over.’

Seated in the passenger seat, he dragged Mel’s head of hair towards his groin and slammed her face down, choking her dry throat with his thick slab. Having starved and deprived of water for the whole day, the salty taste of his cock salivated her mouth, spreading thinly over her chapped lips.

Just a week ago, Mel had ran away from her home due to poor performance in her final exam, unable to face her strict parents. Since then, she have been staying in her fling’s home, prohibited from using any electronic devices and starved. With only two slices of bread a day, her shapely, well-endowed figure had turned into a skinny frame, but not too boney to fit into those kinky clothes Alex had bought for her.

She was a shy girl in nature, but her curiosity in sexual pleasure ended up with this guy, who was sweet at first but became possessive once he knew how to manipulate her, grooming her unconsciously into a sex slave he always wished to have.

Alex: ‘Keep sucking. Quench your thirst.’

The obedient girl moved her lips up and down continuously, sliding her tongue skilfully over his shaft listening to his groans. Having parked in the middle of an empty carpark, he had no worry about anyone interrupting them, especially not during the working hours of most people. While she was busy on his cock, he reached into her oversized tank top and unbuckled the Pierre Cardin bra, going straight for her pointy nipples that were begging to be fondled.

Moans filled the car up with little movements, bodies leaning towards each other as they indulged in the public foreplay. Once he was hard and wet with her saliva, he made her climb to the backseats, where he joined her after stripping his jeans off.

He slid his hands up her panty-less thighs and opened her legs onto the seat, rubbing her clit with his fingers gently to get her even wetter. The mentally exhausted girl let him do whatever he wanted, not blurting out a word till he was satisfied.

Alex: ‘Unwind the window on your side.’

He perched her ass up in doggie towards the opened window and leaned on his side of the passenger door, legs wide open at her pussy. She tucked her calves under his thighs and sat back slowly, spreading her pussy lips as he directed his erection into her.

*Arghh.. *

Less than a minute later, he was in and the helpless lady began to ride him. Rocking back and forth, Alex laid motionless, letting her fuck his hard cock faster and faster. She constantly collected juices from her cunt to lick them up, easing the soreness in her throat while moaning away.

Alex: ‘Turn around and ride me.’

She turned her body in the constrained space and rode him non-stop, grinding her pussy front and back. His cock was in direct contact with her G-spot as she adjusted to the perfect angle, garnering louder moans as they kept fucking. As time passed, her tiredness slowed her actions down and it was in opposite effect to the incoming climax from Alex.

In a single move, he sat upright and threw her on her back, hands pressing above her shoulder blade. Lifting his butt off the seat, his knees joined in a kneeling angle, thrusting deep and fast into his pet slave. Pounding at a deadly angle, Mel came quickly with her vagina squeezing tightly around his cock, throwing him into a frenzy after that.

His tempo only increased with each thrusts, plunging deeper into her cunt. Frantic hands began grabbing anything she could reach and droplets of sweat was caught by her opened mouth. Once the third orgasm hit her in an overwhelming, breath taking tremble, Alex slowed his rampage down to a stop.

Alex: ‘I’m tired. Suck me off.’

While he was doing all the work, Mel had her share of rest and got on her knees ecstatically, bending over his lap to feast on his rod. Head bouncing deeper and deeper, he let those desperate gasps out and it pleased her to some extent. There was no explanation to why she was feeling glad about pleasing a man whom tortured her.

Alex (groaning): ‘I’m gonna cum!’

She parked her lips at the hood of his penis head and jerked his shaft with her hands, sucking and twirling her lips around his cock head while his waist contracted.

Alex (groaning): ‘Fuck!’

A strong jet of cum sprayed into her mouth, and his hands pushed her lips downwards. More delicious cum coated onto her tongue and he lifted her head slowly, draining all the semen he could afford in tiny little jerks of his hips. Her mouth never left his shaft throughout the whole process and took in every drop, until his hands broke free from her neck.

The sensible Mel made one last downward stroke to clean him up and showed him his load, swirling around in her mouth. A few seconds later, she swallowed them all and threw herself into his arms, patted like a well-fed little kitty.

Mel (whispering): ‘Thanks for the meal.’
Alex: ‘I was thinking about getting some friends to help feed you. Do you want?’
Mel: ‘Umm.. I’ll only use my mouth and hand. Cause my body is reserved for you.’
Alex: ‘That’s my little kitty.’

They got into the front seats and made their way home, which Alex used the time to text a few of his buddies his address and timing, to keep his little sex slave fed and perhaps.. make some quick bucks.

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Rocking Car

Bartender: ‘Hey man. This is from the girls over there.’

I took a few long blinks to clear my vision and looked towards the semi-circle lounge seats adjacent to my counter stool. The group of ladies all pointed to one particular girl, wearing a denim jacket tightly grasped closed. After giving them a mid-air toast, they came over to invite me over, then disappearing into the dance floor.

Me: ‘Thanks for your drink. I’m J. What’s your name?’
Girl: ‘Cyndi. My friends just asked me to buy a drink for someone that caught my attention. And that’s you.’

She was somewhat in a defensive position when we spoke, understandable from how she dressed, quite the opposite from the revealing clothes her friends wore to the club.

Me: ‘How did I get your attention then?’
Cyndi: ‘Your clothes? You are the only guy here who wore a suit – I think.’

True enough, I was in an attire too mature for my looks, since it was after an intense interview that had tests I was never prepared to take. The complexity of the questions I was given kind of threw me into confusion, about the nature of the company I was employed at. Frankly speaking, I had no idea what they did.

Cyndi: ‘Why are you alone?’
Me: ‘I needed some time to think. Oh, and I don’t have any trendy clothes like most guys here.’
Cyndi: ‘You’re never wrong in a suit.’

For once, we laughed at the irony of how men in suits were viewed, professional, arrogant and confident. Perhaps it was my clothes that gave me the courage to come this far. She took my hand and threw it behind her shoulders, leaning closer to me while handing me my bottle of beer. A click of our glasses and everything went down our throats, marking the beginning of a new friendship.

About ten minutes later, her friends returned with flushed faces, and a couple of them had guys holding their waists.

Friend: ‘Cyndi, we are going to another place now. Wanna come?’
Cyndi: ‘Nah. I’m done. I’ll leave with this handsome here. Have fun girls.’

Those half-filled glasses were emptied and all of us left the noisy entertainment joint, diving into second smoke the smokers were puffing right outside the exit.

Cyndi: ‘I’m going to my car and rest for a bit before driving. Want me to send you home?’
Me: ‘I can get home myself. But I’ll accompany you to make sure you are sober before you drive. Can?’

She pointed sluggishly in the direction of her car and we walked in arms, stepping into the passenger seats since we needed to rest. Once the doors were slammed shut and air-condition at full blast, our bodies instinctively hugged each other and started kissing. Her denim pulled away revealed a caged bra underneath. Without any more layers of clothes, my hands wormed into her bra and grabbed those petite B cups. Instantly, she woke up and unbuttoned my white shirt, caressing the not-so-lean tummy I owned.

Cyndi (whispering): ‘Your pants.’

We worked together to unbuckle and lower my pants just enough for her to whip my cock out, heartbeat pounding violently through the veins in that stick she held. Her high waist flare skirt provided easy access to her underwear, which disappeared into the darkness behind the driver’s seat.

In a sudden turn of event, she climbed over my lap and leaned backwards for the glovebox, fishing a condom out from a corner. I ripped the wrapper apart and capped myself quickly, before she sank her pussy over my manhood. Party-goers were still walking past her car when she started bouncing, but not distracting us one bit from our quickie.

One of her friends spotted our vigorous movements and stole a peek before hopping into her date’s car. Nothing too spectacular happened. As we fucked in cowgirl style, my hands never stopped massaging those boobs. She was just moaning her lungs out to my hardening cock, that was helplessly stuffed over and over again into her.

Me: ‘My turn to play now.’

I hugged her and turned to the side, dropping her on her back while catching both her feet that her heels clung onto. I bent her knees to her chest before taking full control, ramming my hips hard into her skinny pelvic bones her ass was conforming to.

Cyndi (moaning): ‘I’m gonna cum!’

I felt her pussy tightened and I went even faster, until she slouched forward to hold my waist close to her groin. Buried deep inside her, the spray of juices splattered all over our clothes during her orgasm. A minute later, as soon as the ‘tap’ slowed down, my body was back at work, pounding the trembling girl into another round of screams.

Me: ‘We’ve got a bit more to go before I cum. Hang in there k?’

She grabbed my neck and I let my chest touched her, kissing in intense passion without any pauses for air. Each breath we took filled our noses with the heavenly, sex-filled scent from our sweaty bodies, mixed with the saltiness of our saliva.

Me: ‘Doggie?’
Cyndi: ‘No. Just like this.’

I let my hips did its work, thrusting inches of meat into her cunt to increase her pleas for mercy. Another orgasm hit her after a few minutes and our lips broke free, letting her gasped for air as her abs shrunk to the mind-numbing climax.

Me: ‘Fuck.. I’m cumming too.. Hold on!’

While she was shaking non-stop, I forcefully spread her legs wide and pumped the last bit of strength into her. Her eyes rolled white and shook even more wildly, all the way till I made those long, powerful jerks along with my outgoing cum.

The last part lasted about two minutes, with her pussy milking me involuntarily. Strangely, I was still hard after finishing the first round and jumped straight into the action again, shoving my cock fast and deep without break.

Cyndi had no idea what was happening as she was just groaning inaudible phrases, up to the point I came again inside her. Completely exhausted, I fell on top of her and waited till she quietened down.

I picked myself up and helped her to sit upright against the seat, giving her a massage on her clit to help take the soreness away. She managed to find her phone in the dimness and unlocked it after two tries.

Cyndi (weakly): ‘What’s your number?’
Me: ‘8263****’
Cyndi (panting): ‘I’m going to need you again soon.’

The next fifteen minutes were spent in silence as we got dressed slowly, almost losing control a few times after more kisses. We got into the front seats after some time and she offered to drive me home despite being out of the way. And in exchange?

Cyndi: ‘Keep me turned on so I can focus on the road.’

Without saying more, my fingers got wrinkly from masturbating her throughout the whole journey, making a few stops at empty bus stops so she could cum.

It didn’t take more than thirty minutes after I got home before a new message came from her, compiling of details about our next meet the next day. The appearance of Cyndi made my new mysterious employment less daunting knowing that there was something I could look forward to after each day.

A new job, a new girl. What more can a man ask for?