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No Return

‘Open your legs wider.’

‘Good good. Now put your hand on your panties and rub.’

Jiale started to feel her panties getting wet, despite against her body’s wish. Her boyfriend, Dave, had assured her about the decency of this guy’s requests and turned up at the hotel room, only to be instructed to go behind a blindfold.

There was something about the fully covered up man that disabled her ability to question his intention. Her mind was turned on by that mystical power over her and it felt erotic to be controlled without any physical means.

The lingerie she wore for the night was given to her by Dave, a set of lacy red bra and panties to bring out her fair complexion. The accompanying outfit of a simple white tank left her bra cups visible and those shorts could not hide the panties that rode up her hips.

On the bed, her shorts was long gone and the masturbation had soaked her panties.

‘Take off your bra but leave your top on. I want to see your nipples.’

Unlike how her boyfriend worked, she was glad her nipples attracted him and removed her bra under the top, letting the shirt cling tightly onto her voluptuous assets. She sensed him getting out of the chair after a while, and the pressure on the bed affirmed her sixth sense.

‘Lie down’, he whispered seductively into her ears and felt his lips on her ear lobe, nibbling with his tongue salivating at the same time. Once he slipped his tongue into her ear, the wet slopping sounds caused her back to arch upwards and her busy hand rubbed faster on her clit.

Just before she put her hand into her panties, the grip on her wrist stopped her, only to have his hand slide down her tummy and into her underwear. ‘I’ll take it from here’, came a whisper that tingled down her spine while her pussy twitched excitedly to the stranger’s touch.

The moment his coarse fingertip reached her clit, another strong wave shook her body so ever slightly to receive the pleasure. Sure enough, having an unfamiliar hand rubbing her off was a sensational experience. One that brought an orgasm so quickly in under a minute. It wasn’t any different in intensity, but sure it did came quickly.

‘You like it?’ ‘Yes!’, she replied without much hesitation. Whatever her boyfriend had set her up for, it was awesome. As he continued petting her, he went lower into her panties, arriving at her pussy that he entered very slowly with his fingers.

Right then, her mind was screaming out for him to just hurry up. The amount of wetness should have told him how much she wanted it. Well, his finger was all she could ask for at that moment. The instant her pussy was spread apart to the size of his fingers, a squeeze of her bladder had surrounded his digits tightly.

Not only he did not move after he fit his whole finger in, he leaned his body closer to her.

‘I’ll keep my finger inside while you remove my pants.’ He brought her hand to his pants immediately and she unbuttoned them easily, diving straight into his underwear so he could start fingering her. Since she started jerking him off, he had been pumping his hand at her pussy, curled upwards to tickle the generic G-spot location till her body was thrown left to right and vice versa.

Before she realised, her body had popped the embarrassing question for a budding model. ‘Do you want to fuck me?’ Instead of saying yes, the man straightened himself and left the bed, making her wave her hand blindly in the air to see where he went.

A minute later, the first thing she felt was his cock, wrapped in a condom. Somehow, Christmas had came early for her. He caught her ankles and flipped her to the side, one leg angled at ninty degrees while the other remained straight. He climbed over her thighs and injected the squishy, manmade needle into her cunt, and proceeded to pound her fiercely.

Unlike the gentleman she felt before, this muscular hips hammered her into desperation. Her limbs went weak in no time and her pussy was bombarded with orgasms she lost count of. The manly grunts, the sexy moans, the room was echoing the sounds of lust around without shame.

The five minutes felt like a long time for her sore pussy, smeared with her own bodily fluids around her ass. She was panting deeply for air after the crazy, intense fuckathon.

Within a minute, she was held up and he provided the direction by standing over her legs. He placed her hands on his cock and tugged at her hair, bringing her mouth to his manhood for the next part. Still hyped from the sensitive clit, she performed the most comprehensive blowjob on him.

Licking the sides of his shaft for a start, her tongue went to his dickhead to fondle them with cute, small flicks. Her lips wrapped around his cock and sank him down her throat, working her way up and down the cock that tasted as good as the sex he just deposited in her pussy.

‘Get into doggy’, the familiar voice broke the silence and she quickly flipped on her fours. He went back behind her and gave her clit a few rubs to assure her the presence of a condom, before piercing it right in.

Head now lifted up by holding her hair, the pounding shook the bed wildly in sync with the rhythm her body jerked. Both her hands were suddenly picked up and positioned on two penises, and head hurriedly yanked down on another in front of her.

With four dicks leveraging on the three types of ‘jobs’, she had tried to figure out what was happening. Of course, it wasn’t easy with the enormous rod raping her pussy, fucking her minds out onto the dude in her mouth.

The hand on her head suddenly let go and the dick inside her slowed down. Only the two ‘guys’ in her hand was moving, until about three minutes later.

‘I’m ready’, those words came one by one and she was placed on her back once again. The blindfold was ripped away from her head and four guys surrounded her with their dicks being worked on.

In under a minute, four pairs of testicles worth of cum coated her face, lips, neck, breasts, and stomach, along with groans of satisfaction. But amidst the group, was another guy standing at a corner. He was armed with a camera, that wasn’t a DSLR to keep the shutter sound silent.

The guys left her to get dressed and took turns to view the photos of the day. Jiale was still confused by how they got into the room and what was going to happen to her with those photos taken.

Without saying a word to her, the men left the room with the card key. Moments later, the door opened and Dave entered, with the same camera in his hand.

‘Hey Babe. Like it?’ The cheeky smile did not help with her distressed mood. Whatever happened was still sinking into her brain, lest easier knowing that her boyfriend had all the media safe in his hands from the gangbang.

Mentally broken, she went into the shower with a zombified look and rinsed all the cum away. She wore all her clothes back with the tempting red lingerie, with her arms wrapped tightly around her boyfriend as they exited the hotel.

For the days that came, she turned into a robot that listened to Dave wholeheartedly, traumatised by how she could enjoy being a slut okay with cum getting dumped on her body. Well, the variety of sessions that the couple got into only went wilder without resistance from Jiale, who is now mind-fucked beyond salvation.

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Raped with Pleasure

‘No no! Please don’t!’, cried Laura as she was dragged backwards in the arms of a stranger, having a punch delivered across her cheek bones. She was flung into the tall bushes nearby, pricking across her arms and legs painfully, but face protected by her hands. As soon as she got on her knees to crawl away, strong hands held her ankles and flattened her on the uneven ground.

Holding her face against the rocks-covered soil, his knee jabbed into her back with his full weight down on her. ‘Struggle and your pretty face will be losing bits of skin to the glass shards here. Understand?’, the fierce whisper was only audible to her as breeze hustled the leaves, silencing the fateful rape in the foilage.

Laura knew exactly what left her in this mess. It was the pink, one-piece tank top dress that made her wore G-strings and a tube folded in half, to hide her nipples under the extra layer of cloth. The walk through the playground in the park was the que for the man to pounce, and there she was under his brute force.

He remained on one knee on her lower back as her dress got stripped downwards, all the way into the leaves behind her feet. The tube bra was left hanging around her waist and G-strings? Easily ripped apart to quicken the process of getting her ready.

As he moved between her thighs to feel her soft skin, he slid right up to her pussy and jolted her ass up. Fingers then started tugging skin into her vagina as he forced his way in, thrusting a few times before juices eased the warming friction. Finally, she was feeling better despite meeting this horrific encounter.

Without much space and privacy to carry his mission, the zipping noises injected fear right into her heart, making her fully aware that there was no protection between them. After his jeans were opened, he laid himself on top of her and wriggled his butt to get his dick in. He had his hands on her breasts, fondling them while blindly poking at the two holes.

In the mix of sobs and cries, a part of her was trying to get him into the right hole and getting the whole hellish torture over. And that random jabbing did not help. Left with no choice, she swallowed hard and turned her head to whisper what she had say, ‘it’s lower’.

A disgusting phrase of ‘thank you’ later, she sent a scream into his quick-shifting hand, which told him he was in. The man began humping immediately and groaned in a satisfying tone, complimenting her with words like ‘you’re so tight’ and ‘you like being raped right?’

Well, he wasn’t just patronising her with those comments. The unwillingness of her body was making the sick crime more enjoyable. A biological response she could not overcome. With that intense level of pleasure, the brute rammed even faster to meet his personal objective.

As for Laura, the stiffness of her pussy was forcing all her sensitive spots to stand out like splinters ready to be sanded. Each time he pulled and pushed, short, powerful shocks would send more lubricant leaking through the pleasure tunnel. Three minutes was all she took for her first orgasm to spasm her thigh muscles, jerking violently under the man who got more excited.

‘You actually came before me huh? Glad you enjoyed it’, those were the last words she heard from him. Once her body calmed down, he spread her legs and positioned himself between. His hands held her waist and brought her ass up, adjusting into the much-loved doggie stance. Laura quickly brought her face off the ground and reached behind to push him away, only to end up with both her arms locked like a horse in harness.

What followed next was a rampage through her pussy, dick tearing her apart to a point her mind snapped, giving into the rape with moans. As she was nowhere loud, he let her be and continued fucking, pounding in a rhythm that soon brought him near orgasm.

Since damage was already done, he took his time pulling out of her and egged her on with ‘I’m gonna cum soon. Where should I shoot little slut?’. That sentence woke her up and her body slouched lower to free her pussy from his dick. Ironically, he laid on top of her as she went down, keeping his dick tightly fitted inside.

‘Not inside me please.. I’ll let you shoot in my mouth’. That was the only deal-breaker she could think of and his sudden gentleness kind of put her mind at ease. He got up on his feet and placed both her hands on his legs, head in front of his dick.

The moment she laid eyes on the rape tool, the amount of liquid embarrassed her a little, as if her body had betrayed the inhumane act on females. Without wasting anymore time, she brought her mouth to his dick and moved back and forth, milking his rod to the best of her skills. After all, she needed to get this over and done with.

Manly groans came shortly after and confidence delivered his dick down her throat, slurping wetly on the coarse drill bit that just completed its job. Her sixth sense was telling her that she had him under control, and making a run for it would be possible. Except that.. she was nude.

Part hand, part mouth, the final lap began and the man had a hand holding her head to guide her speed. ‘Fuck yeah!’, she barely made out what he muttered and a pile of cum just unloaded into her jaws, spraying it over her tongue and into places she could not lick off.

Once he got his fun, he yanked her tube off her waist and flung her dress at her. In a flash, his jeans went back on and he dashed out of sight. Now, feeling lost and confused, Laura wore her dress and picked her purse up.

Safely in her home, there was no tears nor shame she felt. Her body had made a pact with her mind on the walk home. As much as she wanted to feel victimised, the tingle in her clit constantly reminded her how much she enjoyed the process.

To be fucked unwillingly, and achieving a tightness she had never given to any man she had consensual sex with. What she just went through might just be that one experience of her lifetime impossible to recreate.

Strangely after that day, that particular pink, tank top dress was her favourite to go out in, never failing to get wet while feeling the thin cotton material rubbing all over her body as she moved.

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Misty’s Fetish

After the hectic day at the office where Misty worked, her group of office staff agreed to dinner with the ground forces, mostly comprising of frontline service crew. One of the guys, Blake, was her eye candy at work and he would be there too.

Everyone reached the hawker centre after a fifteen minutes wait, and he showed up in the company’s polo tee unlike others.

Misty: ‘Wah. Blake so on ah. Free marketing for company.’
Guy: ‘Eh. Don’t disturb him like that leh. He stayed back to finish up the work for the rest of us.’

The tall, traditional Chinese guy had been in the company for close to five years. Using hardwork, he climbed to the position of Senior Supervisor which anyone else would be too stressed to take up. Despite his low education, his willingness to teach and guide earned him the respect of his team, even those who weren’t directly under him.

As the last bits of food was cleaned up by the guys, everyone tidied up and were ready to head home. Misty rarely had alcoholic drinks, but it was a day to relax and talk crap, so she had downed quite a number of mugs herself.

Blake: ‘Okay guys. Don’t come to work tomorrow hor. Have a good rest and we’ll chiong on Monday.’

A synchronised ‘ooosh‘ woke the drunken mood up and the ladies, with Misty, had to turn away in embarrassment. While some of them left for their cars, Misty, Blake and a few headed for the bus stop.

Blake: ‘Eh Mist, you forgot to wear bra today ah?’
Misty: ‘Got lah. This shirt is thinner la. Hum sup lou.’

The sheer black top did not hide the inner black spag she wore, but the unpadded bra could not do much about her nipples that could be noticed if one looked long enough. Somehow, she was glad to get his attention, and they had the privacy to talk alone behind the noisy group in front of them.

Misty: ‘Good hor you, a wife waiting at home.’
Blake: ‘Okay lah. The company give me high pay, I work longer hours lo. My wife understands. You? Always end work so late how to find boyfriend?’
Misty: ‘Don’t have boyfriend la. Earn money more important.’
Blake: ‘Haha. Then when you want to marry you can pick any one of my guys. I sure approve one.’
Misty: ‘Asshole. But I have someone I like in this company.’
Blake: ‘Eh! Who who! Don’t tell me James from your team hor. He don’t have balls yet.’
Misty (answering shyly): ‘No la. Your team de.’
Blake: ‘Say leh! Who? Me ah? I know you secretly in love with me la. I won’t tell anyone.’

If only he understood what kind of joke he cracked. Misty’s mind started wandering to scenes of his diligent mode giving instructions to his team, directing them with his strong arms, unkempt hair that made him looked so suave. On top of that, the fitting pair of jeans showed off his lean ass, straight-cut style right under his crotch.

Blake: ‘What bus you taking?’
Misty: ‘Dundred.’
Blake: ‘Same. You can continue dreaming. I’ll let you know when the bus come.’

They were the last at the bus stop while everyone hopped onto their own ride. Misty had snapped out of her fantasies and was noticing Blake, also deep in thoughts but probably about something more productive.

Misty (whispering): ‘You won’t mind if I like you right? You are already married.’
Blake: ‘Huh? You really like me ah? Shit man. *pause* I actually also quite like you. Too bad I’m married.’

Their bus finally came and they got on, sitting side-by-side to continue her proposal.

Misty: ‘Since you are married, I can’t ask you out right?’
Blake: ‘Haha. You can stay back with me in office ah. That will be our date lo.’

Throwing away all pride, she slipped her arm under his and placed her palm on his thigh, head leaning against his shoulder for comfort. He did not make any rejection signs, even putting his hand on her legs.

Blake: ‘Don’t text me funny things ah. If not I will have to marry you if my wife divorce me.’

The pair of matching black skirt made it worse with his fingers resting on her bare thighs, sending wild thoughts into her head. As erotic fantasies started building up again, the unconscious shifting of her hand had brought him into her world too.

As the bus emptied itself through the stops, her skirt was lifted higher by his muscular hand. At no time did he looked at her like a boyfriend, making the whole process feel like a stranger feeling her up.

Misty leaned herself on the window and brought her hand to his groin, squeezing it while he returned the favour by pressing onto her panties. The moisture that was already there made him grinned, but he did not stop rubbing.

Blake: ‘Shall we get off here? I’ll send you home with the company van.’

Right. The company van IS at his carpark.

The duo alighted and went to the multi-storey carpark, jumping into the back of the van once he started the air-conditioning. With no lights, they could only use the florescent lamps from the ceiling. Misty was already on the side of the van where least light could reach.

Blake (whispering): ‘No regrets?’

Misty no longer wanted to answer him and tugged at his belt, where he undid his jeans while she pulled her skirt and translucent blouse away. Her panties got flung into the darkness after he removed them, and he was soon lying by her side.

One of her hand got busy stroking him, and one of his was busy rubbing her out. His coarse finger felt really good as her clit was flicked in circles, messing up the rhythm for her handjob.

Misty (whispering): ‘You have a condom?’

Blake shook his head and told her about the vasectomy after his second kid, forcing her to make a choice she already knew the answer to. Not wanting to let time make things anymore awkward, Misty rolled over to dogggie facing the rear window and slant herself forward before he could put it in.

Blake (whispering): ‘Why?’
Misty (whispering): ‘Can you rape me?’

She flung the pile of nylon ropes across the floor and he caught them. He tied her hands behind her and secured her ankles together, then returning her to the doggie-style she wanted.

While Misty put up a little fight to resist his dick, he mercilessly yanked her hips back and wrapped his arms around her ribs, squeezing her sensitive pair of boobs till she stopped moving.

Blake: ‘That’s my good girl.’

That thick, hard manhood pierced into her and she screamed into her wrists. She had never been taken by force and his meat felt exceptionally huge inside her. Her pussy was ripped open beyond her own personal record and the violent thrusts stretched her vagina further inwards.

This strong man had fulfilled one of her desires to be raped, and her pussy just kept contracting with sheer happiness. Blake rammed really hard into her and those long strokes drove her mad. The fight in her disappeared like smoke and her body was giving in to him.

Blake (groaning): ‘So you prefer to be my slave huh?’
Misty (moaning): ‘Can I?’
Blake: ‘Of course! My wife likes to dominate me, and I can unleash onto you.’

A sudden rush of pain shot into her scalp as he grabbed her hair, pounding her fleshy bums onto his stiff hips. If she had felt correctly, he was getting bigger inside her.

In and out, Misty drifted from a clear mind to a half-fucked sanity. Each orgasm had taken a little of her life with it and she was backing up on him before she realised. It’s like – her body wanted more.

Getting so close to blacking out, Blake was moving at a speed that caused her pussy to be ‘burping’. He was getting overpowered by her tightness, it seems.

Blake: ‘I’m cumming!’

A strong push knocked her off balance and she fell forward. He flipped her around like a piece of dough and held her legs up with one hand. His dick poked through her thighs (that was tied together) and she was looking right at his cannon appearing and disappearing before her.

Moments later, a loud grunt came and white cream spat onto her chest. After the first two squirts, the rest oozed out over her legs and down to her pussy, which she knew she had nothing to worry about.

Blake untied her as soon as he was done and cleaned her lifeless body up, paying extra attention to massage those sore breasts and clit while at it. As soon as he was done, he got her to strip naked and kneel on some soft foam.

With cleverly positioned knots, he made a ‘G-string’ and ‘bra’ for her. For the part of the rope running under her pussy, a few knots provided something to rub against, and the bra simply made her free-hanging boobs into firm, tight buns.

He did not give her much time to check out the DIYed lingerie, instead, helping her dress up quickly so she could go home and enjoy. On the journey home, Misty could only feel her sore breasts and occasional rubs of her pussy.

But when she straightened her legs to get off his van, the rope sank deep between her pussy, and caused her to crumble onto the ground. The torture was too much for her to bear at once.

Blake: ‘You can cut the ropes if you want. I’ll see you tomorrow k? At the office.’

Holding onto the door handles, she had to clarify the arrangement.

Misty: ‘You know we’re not open tomorrow right?’
Blake: ‘Yupp. No one will be there ah. My wife don’t know the office is closed. So I can still meet you. If you change your mind, just text me k?’

Luckily for the flats she wore, the walk home was not too awkward and before long, she was ready for the much needed shower. Standing naked in front of her mirror, she looked exactly like one of those Japanese porn stars doing bondage gig.

The loop around her waist had eaten into her hips and raising it would send tingles through her pussy into her mind. Heck, she took a quick shower before putting on some decent clothes to cover up. Ready for bed in no time.

Unlike the nights she had before, there were no thoughts of random stuff. They were all sex related. As she adjusted the rope on her pussy, the knots kept rubbing her clit till she climaxed against her tiredness.

Damn, this has either got to be the best or worst night in my life.

As the orgasms wore her body out, darkness came for her and overtook her eyes for some super wet dreams.

The next day, she skipped the morning shower and went to ‘work’ in t-shirt and shorts. When Blake saw her in the office, there was a dark patch of wetness between her legs, which she did not realise.

Blake: ‘I think you need to wear a liner. You’re too wet.’

Their clothes came off quickly and their boss’ table was the first to be tested for stability and reliability.

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Post-Workout Workout

When I took my earpiece off on the treadmill, it dawned onto me that I was the last customer besides the two female staff in the gym. One of them, Jenny, walked right in my direction before I gave her the apologetic handsign on my forehead. She was an admin usually at the front desk, but it was another of my late night workout that sent her asking me about some of the newer equipments.

After that day, we texted frequently about anything under the sun. The few times we met for lunch actually caused some awkwardness for her when her colleagues questioned. So, we kept our conversations to Whatsapp.

Jenny (WhatsApp): ‘Good workout tonight?’
Me (WhatsApp): ‘Yeah. Refreshed after the run. I’ll be done quick.’

I left the phone at one of the bench and entered my usual shower cubicle, hurrying my pace to rinse the sweat off. Just as I finished shampooing my hair, the creaky toilet door opened. Without thinking much, I blurted ‘gotta hurry. They’re closing soon’ to whoever I did not see in the workout area.

With water running over my head, a pair of arms suddenly went around me, and a pair of soft boobs pushed onto my back.

Girl: ‘Yeah. We gotta hurry.’

I only recognised the voice after the water stopped, and my soapy body let me rotate in her arms. Given how wet the floor was, I could not resist her step forward, slamming me against the thin plastic wall. In front of me was Jenny, naked with her ponytail. God if only she knew how much ponytails turn me on. I hugged her instinctively for balance and she tiptoed for a kiss that never broke, while I felt her tummy rubbing my rising flag.

Moments later, she tucked my dick between her legs and used the slipperiness to slide back and forth, touching at all the wrong parts that got me squirming in laughter.

Jenny: ‘Let’s wash the soap off.’

I leaned on the push-type knob and water ran all over us, with her hands running all over me to make sure there was no more soap. Once her back turned on me, I bear hugged and brought her to the toilet cubicles, laying her on her knees on the seat cover.

There was no words exchanged as I kept her calves together with my knees, and in a flash, I was shoving myself into a moaning machine. Undried water had helped the entry and as we picked up pace, she raised her back and let me tweaked her nipples while at it. Clearly enjoying the public quickie, orgasms came quickly to replace the water with her bodily fluid, allowing me to go faster.

For the next position, I held her waist against my dick and her standing on the floor. We walked with our four legs to the bench, where I flipped her over on her back. Lying on top, I was in without mercy and the willing but regretful agonising look appeared as I thrust, getting her to cum non-stop for at least twice.

The cold that we were supposed to feel after a shower never turned up, and we were humping freely in the changing room. I had this girl in my arms, on my dick, that I had kept myself fit for. Jenny was just moaning wildly, keeping her arms on my neck as we fucked like bunnies.

Since we were sweating again, I lifted her up in my arms and went into the steam room, where she came again when I placed her on her back. As she was lying down, I picked one of her ankles up and pounded her sideways, triggering another few climaxes in the new angle.

After I felt her pussy tightened on me, I helped her up and let her sit atop. I stood up and left her back bent towards the floor, while the slapping sounds continued between our sweaty bodies.

Needless to say, keeping her balance was increasingly difficult and finally, I took a break and bride-carried her to the row of basins. It was wide enough for her to get into doggie and I pushed her back over the sink.

‘Sinking’ my rod back into her overly wet cunt, a scream broke out and I yanked her hair up. Staring at that slutty face jerking senseless at the mirror, she was watching how I pounded her, feeling each stroke as her body was shoved against the sink.

Another earthshaking orgasm came and she almost blacked out from it, suddenly sobering me up that we had spent too much time fucking around.

Me: ‘Jenny. Let’s get washed up now.’

I helped her to the shower and restarted the water, and soaped my body up with hers. Despite her tiredness, she backed herself up on me and whispered, ‘fuck me till you cum’. The only reply I had then was ‘inside you?’ How comical.

She did not answer me and slipped me right in, holding onto the shower head as I rammed her for the final ride, splashing water all over as she moaned to her weakening knees. I went at my max speed ignoring how many times she came till it was my turn.

After my verbal warning, she raised herself to let my dick slip under her pussy, and twerked herself over my rod. For a full minute, I was pushed to my limits as it was so sensitive, but she got what we were after.

Gentle, unhurried, warm streams of cum trickled down her legs, which she spread around by rubbing her thighs together. Once that part was over, the rest of our night was pretty much SOP. Thankfully for the spare towel I always carried, she left the changing room first, smelling unnaturally nice and I went out after an appropriate amount of time.

Since they were closing up, I waited for the girls to lock the doors, only to have Jenny waving her friend goodbye while she turned in my direction.

Jenny: ‘To your place?’

Guess what? Yupp. You guessed right.

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Misty Meetup

Misty: ‘Hey!’

I turned around in shock and saw the simply dressed girl, in singlet and shorts. My hand holding the bag of toys had not stopped trembling since we decided to meet for the first time. Through the ten minutes wait, we had not stopped texting about where we would meet, and somewhere between the texts we were hoping for a nice spot to sit down.

Me: ‘Haha. Singlet and shorts look quite good on you what.’
Misty: ‘Haha. Pai seh to be dressed like that to see you.’
Me: ‘Shall we go somewhere with less people to show you what’s inside?’
Misty: ‘Orh.’

The short reply didn’t help me feel any better, in fact, making feel as though I was bribing a little girl with sweets. Nonetheless, we walked into the park behind Ang Mo Kio MRT station and chose a block to head up.

For the whole walk, Misty did not say a word, and there was no reaction when I held her hand in the park, in case someone kidnapped her. Well, who was I kidding? I was probably the most dangerous person there.

Misty: ‘Here?’

The 9th floor was what I randomly stopped at, eerily quiet and dark especially when we peered at the ends of the corridor. We found a spot at the stairs and we set our bags down quickly. As a guy, I had expected her to be shy that this obvious direction where we were going.

Taking the first toy out of the paper bag, it was the long white dildo I showed her on Whatsapp.

Me: ‘This is the first one. You can put batteries if you want. But I usually don’t, in case forget to take out.’
Misty (answering shyly): ‘Okay.. ‘
Me: ‘How long is your boyfriend’s dick? Here?’

I took one of her fingers and placed it on the rod, which she dragged further down till about two inches from the end.

Me (whispering): ‘And how thick?’

Her thumb formed a ring and the fingertips detached, showing me 1.5″ of width. Her head was turned away from me through the whole time but it was normal. My chest was pounding so hard, not wanting to make any wrong move that would scare her.

Placing the toy in her hand, I cupped her knee and slid down her thigh, asking if her boyfriend does this. A shy nod came and fingers wriggled into her shorts, diving straight for her panties. She stopped me before I reached her pussy and held me for a while, until my other hand went around her neck. I used my fingernails to guide me down her collar and into the singlet, going right over her breast that cushioned my landing.

As soon as I located her nipples, my hand in her shorts gained permission to go deeper in and before long, I was rubbing her panties with heavy breathing from her. Both my hands worked tirelessly as moans came, escalating our tryst to the next level.

Me (whispering in her ear): ‘Lower your shorts for me?’

Her shorts, and not forgetting her panties, were lowered to her mid-thigh after a little wriggle. I then took the toy from her and gave it a lick, before blindly going between her legs to find the right spot. The relaxed Misty took over the docking process, leaving me to my toys once the tip had entered.

I drilled the toy in circular motion into her pussy and in no time, she had my arm on her boobs, hugging me tightly while I rammed faster. In the fight to maintain her composure, she came for my shorts and yanked it down, wrapping her fingers around my dick that was painfully dying to get out.

Her body got wet enough for the toy to continue fucking her and I was given my share of fun by her jerking hand, going in unpredictable speed to make me groan.

Misty (whispering): ‘I’m going to cummmmm!’

She squeezed my dick to near-death as her body trembled, pussy gapping on its own. I could totally felt how horny she was with my fingers around the toy sunk deep inside her.

Me: ‘Good toy?’
Misty (breathlessly): ‘Yeah.. ‘

We took a break for me to take out the next toy, a bullet vibrator pink in colour. She knew what it was and only looked at it lost while I prepped it to be used. When it disappeared down her chest onto her clit, her palms clenched my arms tightly with much anticipation.

The long, straight dildo from before was brought to her pussy with my other hand, slipping it easily in given how wet she was. The pink vibrator sent her body into small, innocent squeals, and when the dildo started thrusting, she was all blank from the double bombardment of pleasure. Her sensitive clit shook her body badly and the contrasting calm waves of pleasure inside her pussy was messing her mind up.

Before I even found the comfortable position to work the two toys, a tiny stream of juices flowed down the dildo and sobered me up. This ‘Pokemon trainer’ had lived up to her name as Water-type. After the embarrassing powerful orgasms exposed her vulnerable side to me, she snatched the vibrator away and tucked it into her pussy.

One hand kept the toy buzzing safely and the other came over my dick, stroking me while she was pleased by an autonomous machine. All her attention was on me, at least for the short moment till another climax took her senses out.

Misty: ‘I can’t take it anymore.. ‘

Seeing how we had gone over the line and came so far, I turned the vibrator off and we stopped whatever we were doing. Both of us were contented about the ‘demo’, and had gotten our share of fun.

Misty (whispering): ‘Do guys carry condoms all the time?’
Me: ‘Yupp. In case of emergency right?’
Misty: ‘You have one now?’

I took it out and held onto it for a while, unsure if we should go all the way for our first meet. But you guys know what? My mind and body rejected that temptation straight. It was lucky of me to have come so far with Misty, a friend made through my blog.

Me: ‘I’ll show you the last toy.’

I flashed the Benwa ball in front of her and she shook it a few times to see if there were really something inside. Of course there are. I used to sell them for a living.

Misty: ‘It looks quite big eh.’
Me: ‘Hmm.. I didn’t really feel how tight you are hor.’
Misty: ‘Ya lo. What if I can’t take it out?’

I slouched on the step we were on till my dick was upright, and tapped the condom repeatedly on my dickhead.

Me: ‘Should we?’
Misty (whispering): ‘I don’t know?’

I tore the wrapper apart and capped it on, since there was no such thing as ‘waste’ as long as no decisions were made. In a very casual mood, she got up on her feet and walked over me, before replacing one of her feet across my hips. From that point on, I knew that the ‘no’ I told myself did not matter anymore. To see if that toy fit was more important than the casual sex we needed to have to find out.

Me: ‘You want me to be on top?’

A shake of her head told me all I needed, and her pussy descended, lowering herself in a squat over my dick that I held up for her. As we all know, ‘tight’ merely described how men felt without any basis of comparison. The moment my dick brushed along that slippery walls of her pussy, I knew that ‘tight’ meant something totally different in this case.

It was the softness of her muscles within that caressed my rod gently. The entry wasn’t through a small hole, it’s what I felt inside that pushed my urge to a desperate state. The only representation I could think of was putting my dick in a super soft silicon mould, and set the shape for what I would enjoy most.

In that unbelievably fleshy encastment, tiny pores let her juices lubricate me so I could slide out, only to enter into a brand new mould each time. My vision was turning black as she bounced herself more, forcing me to re-live each addictive thrust. I could say that she had a body I would not mind to spend the rest of my dick-life in.

On top of the magical experience, I knew that pair of Benwa balls would fit, and possibly bring her into a new world if she wore it all the time. While my mind was struggling to maintain a hold on reality, the erotic moans and sleek belly waves kept my dick at a near-eruption state.

Every guy would know how agonising it felt, to be kept on the edge of cumming but couldn’t seem to tip over that edge. After grinding herself to another of those splashing orgasm, I was getting worked up by that sensitive cockhead that was controlling much of my groans.

When she lifted herself up, that mystical part of my dick activated the cum floodgate, somewhat like retracting the bowstring all the way to the end.. the sight of no reaction scared me the most after my dick was left to itself.

Me: ‘I’m going to cum.. ‘
Misty: ‘Now?’

She unrolled the condom slowly and the tip of my cock was just twitching on its own.

Misty: ‘Umm.. how now?’

The moment she surrounded my shaft with her hand, she felt the veins thickening. Immediately, her lips went over to the pee hole and took the large mouthful of cum, spewing freely in the most intense ejaculation I ever felt. Was that edging from a male’s perspective? Cause it was mind-blowing!

She maintained her position there will I was done, and sank her mouth to the circular ridge, tickling the tip for two more pitiful squirts that emptied me thoroughly.

Misty: ‘Mmm!’

She got up with the pair of shorts hanging above her knees and spat my load on the stair landing, an amount enough to flow on its own away from us. I was totally drained when she sat down next to me. It felt weird to be the weaker one with my shorts still messy tucked under my balls.

Me: ‘The Benwa balls will fit.’
Misty: ‘Sure?’

I picked myself up and leaned over to her, holding her head down on my shoulder while I pushed the orbs in. A little shift of her butt sucked the balls right in and her panties and shorts went back to their rightful place.

I got dressed after her and we hydrated ourselves from my bottle, making our way once we got our belongings. The hugging of my arm in her embrace left the final impression of her boobs in my mind, but it was the balls inside that got her so clingy.

Me: ‘Is the toy working?’
Misty: ‘Duh.. I think I’ll go crazy once I reach home.’

At a brighter part of the park, we noticed the damp patch appearing on her shorts and hurried to the main road for a cab. Upon getting in the car, my hand was kept between her legs still I alighted, followed by a suggestive conversation on Whatsapp.

Misty (WhatsApp): ‘I don’t know how to walk home now. I’m wet.. ‘
Me (WhatsApp): ‘Use your bag to cover? If you need another demo just let me know k?’
Misty (WhatsApp): ‘The dick shape dildo.. Maybe I’ll find you when I want to use that?’

According to her, that night was filled with vengeful sex on her side that got her boyfriend suspicious. But again, forceful or not, all men will be glad to get some of that ‘love’ right?