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Two Against One

I could hear the chatter before I saw them, the first girl was in a short skirt and tank top while the second was in t-shirt and shorts. As young as they were, my mind couldn’t stop fantasising about how they would look like when they got older. The girl who walked in my direction had a long, sharp face with pretty fringes combed behind her ears, while the second one had a side parting to her long waist length hair, face a little round towards the cute side.

They sat right behind me and continued chatting, but their conversations were softer.

Girl (whispering): ‘Hey.. ‘

As much as I didn’t want to pause my space shooter game, Gemini, on my iPad, their hush-hush ‘hey’ got the better of me.

Me: ‘Yeah?’
Girl: ‘What’s that game you’re playing? Your life is so low.’

True enough, they just saw me getting bombed by a dying boss and I was feeling a little helpless. I knew where the game was going.

Me: ‘This boss is hard to beat. Then you two distracted me.’
Girl: ‘Eh. Don’t play la. Talk to us.’

The girl sitting near the aisle (in shorts) came to the empty seat next to me and she snatched my phone which was lying between the iPad and my belly.

Girl (whispering from behind): ‘Her name is Elly.’
Me: ‘Elly! Return it. Don’t play with people’s phone.’
Elly: ‘Wei! Why you tell him my name!’

She poked my ribs and I jolted back immediately, being extremely susceptible to tickles at that area. The two girls paused and asked me to keep my iPad, and I did! Before they realised they could take that away too.

Being the oldest person among us, it felt childish when I joined the girl behind me to take Elly down, ending the little fight with laughters and heavy breathing.

Elly (whispering): ‘She is Josephine. But I always call her bitch.’
Josephine: ‘Eh! This is our stop! Let’s go!’

From behind, Josephine took my phone from my hand and hurried down the deck, forcing me to follow them out of the bus. Sure, it was just one stop away from mine, but I was worn out and needed some rest.

Firing up my camera app, they took a few selfies before turning into a lift, where I had to run to catch up with them.

Me: ‘Where are you bringing me to?’
Elly: ‘We’ll return your phone la. Don’t worry can? Take your phone for what? Photos ah?’

They had such a cheerful spirit that infected me, to a point I didn’t mind them being so playful. I was after all, too old for them to consider as a ‘partner’. The age gap alone already kicked me out of ‘BFF’.

Bearing my heavy messenger bag, Josephine flicked the strap off my shoulders and caught it before it hit the ground. Without my bag, everything just seemed refreshing. When I noticed which floor we were at, the beautiful skyline of Bishan was drawing me towards the edge of the corridor.

With a girl on each side, looking at the same thing, my arms went around their waist to pull them in.

Elly: ‘Nice right?’

They turned around suddenly and my arms touched their breasts, pushing me backwards to the concrete wall behind. These two girls stayed close to my chest, pecking from my cheeks down to my neck. I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming. Why would they pick a seemingly unfasionable guy like me? Don’t girls their age love guys in skinnies and high ankle shoes? At least someone with a dyed head of hair.

Both of them took my hands and pushed them under their top, kneading a firm, athletic one on my left and a soft, tender one on my right. Their padless bras had already made things easier.

Me (whispering): ‘Why me?’
Josephine: ‘It’s actually not you. It’s her. She wanted to try it with an older guy. And you don’t look scary.’
Elly: ‘You look normal! Which is good.’

Elly stood in front of me kissing, while Josephine worked on my belt, an easy click-release type I funded on Kickstarter. Before I got my head clear, they were torturing me with a handjob and ball-playing. I was groaning right into their ears..

Me (whispering): ‘Elly.. you have done it with guys your age?’
Elly (whispering): ‘No. They are so immature. And I think smaller too.’

She descended out of my sight and a mouth was felt on my dick, wetting the tip before running her lips down my shaft. In her small mouth, I must say it was the most wonderful feeling ever. I barely fitted into her.

Josephine stripped her panties from under her skirt and placed my hand beneath, greeting me with a moist, warm hole. My fingers needed no guidance and pierced right into her, causing a moan that made Elly jealous.

Elly: ‘Bitch. Can you don’t make those sounds?’
Josephine (moaning): ‘He’s really good.’

I signalled Elly to get up on her feet with a tap on her hair, and she was bottomless (since she was in shorts) after a bit of wobbly striptease. Both my hands went to work on their tiny, shaved clit and the stereo moans turned into music.

Elly (moaning): ‘I’m so wet right now.. ‘
Josephine: ‘No. Don’t even think about that.’
Elly: ‘You don’t pretend you don’t want it la.’

The girls stopped everything and we headed down a flight of stairs with our belongings. Elly, the naked waist-down girl, sat on a step with her legs apart and Josephine stayed away to stack our clothes neatly.

Kneeling on the hard floor, the pain was ignorable compared to what was before me.

Elly (whispering): ‘Jo! Come help.’

A couple of question marks appeared above my head, unsure of what to make out of that. Her friend sat behind her with her legs opened as well and held my dick, searching for the entrance on Elly’s pussy with her pinky.

Tugging gently, a gasp was heard when the tip entered. Elly had grabbed onto Jo’s arms tight. Continuing forward, I listened to the contractions of her body to let myself in, and the moment our groin touched, she just bear-hugged me.

Josephine (whispering): ‘Go slow.’

Carefully, I thrust my hips and the hug loosened, with Jo’s hand rubbing on the clit at the same tempo. That tiny little slit of Elly’s, was too big for what I was feeling within. There was no extra length to move deeper. In short, she felt like a wet condom about to slip out of me.

Me (whispering): ‘You’re too small.’
Elly (whispering): ‘Just move.. ‘

I followed her instruction and dragged her vagina in and out, feeling the ends of her pussy as I moved. Within a few strokes, the tight hug returned around my neck and her body just vibrated strongly. I couldn’t cum because of how weird it felt. She was way too small for this.

Josephine helped her off me and pulled her shorts back up, leaving her to rest against the railings. After that was done, she pulled me up to the ‘window’ of the stairwell, and bent over.

Me (whispering): ‘You sure?’
Josephine: ‘When you’re about to shoot, take it out k?’
Me: ‘Okay.’

I slid easily into her wet pussy and it felt more decent. No doubt her body was as small as her friend, there was sufficient stimulation to get me pumping. My body went on auto-pilot and rammed as fast as I could, watching how my rugged jeans slammed onto her soft, bandage skirt.

The huge contrast in our physique and mood and size was driving me crazy. All I could feel was pleasure, and juices running down my thighs and some dripping loudly onto the floor. Her grip on the railing was constantly tight, and her moans did not come out loud behind those lips-bitting orgasms.

As I felt my urge coming, I was making the deepest strokes into her. Within four or five powerful thrusts, she collapsed in front of me, falling into a pile.

Me (whispering): ‘Hey hey! Are you alright?!’

Dragging her by her armpits, the two girls laid side-by-side, eyes closed and in a disgruntled look – meaning messy clothes. Quietly, I took my phone and took a few photos of them, making sure to catch their faces. It was priceless right? To be ‘picked up’ by a pair of sweet, really young things.

Elly (whispering): ‘Umm.. you came?’
Me: ‘No. But I’m okay. You girls need to rest now.’

She leaned over to Josephine and rubbed on her clit, shocking her awake. Looking lost, my flaccid dick brought all the memories back.

Josephine: ‘I’m too tired to continue. Help him shoot?’

Elly, whom had recovered her strength, kneeled on the step she sat on got into doggie. Now feeling better knowing that they were fine, I did not turn her down and went to work.

Penetrating her in one stroke, her vigour returned and I hammered her non-stop, recreating the same dripping sounds under our genitals. Her initially tight cunt had relaxed and I was feeling her overwhelming squeeze on my shaft now.

Me: ‘I’m cumming.. ‘

Without hesitation, I pulled out and Elly returned to sit next to Jo. They started making out and I brought my dick to join them. Sliding between their lips, their tongues finished the job.

Their lips formed a small clover and I blew onto their mouths, spraying cum that they were not prepared for. As soon as some landed on their shirts, Josephine grabbed Elly’s hair and forced her mouth over my dick.

The remainder of my cum shot into her mouth where she could not break free from, since her head was painfully shoved at my cock. As I slowed down, Elly pushed my away and panted deeply.

Elly: ‘Stupid bitch.. ‘
Josephine: ‘Spit it out la!’
Elly: ‘You think?’

Every drop when down her throat but their superglue-like bond did not seem to be affected. The girls minded their own business and got dressed, before sending me downstairs.

Josephine: ‘You two can continue uh! I’m going home.’

With that, she went back into the lift and disappeared, leaving me with Elly.

Awkward, was what we felt. At least not till I asked if she enjoyed herself.

Elly (whispering): ‘Yeah.. I kind of liked it when she forced me onto you. You? Enjoyed yourself?’

I stopped in my tracks and turned towards her, pulling her in for another kiss. That kiss turned into a tongue fight and we almost fucked right there, under a study corner but it didn’t happen.

Instead, she brought me all the way to her place, empty for some reason.

Elly: ‘My dad rented this place for me. My parents are separated.’

What else could I say? I embraced her for the longest time I could remember and we had the most intense raw sex – all over the house. After that night, she got into bondage and wore unspeakable attire under her school uniform. Giving me total control of her body as she wished for me to do.

That, was her final request before telling me to never listen to her other demands to stop or end this. So, we never ended, to this day.

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Then, They Fucked

Nelson: ‘Hey mei, doing work?’

A quick shift of her hand caught his attention as he walked over to the PC, seeing her wet fingers on his mouse. He grabbed her hand and held it up, clearly aware of what she was doing earlier.

Samantha: ‘Kor.. ‘
Nelson: ‘Can you not use that hand.. why is it white in colour?’
Samantha: ‘My boyfriend.. he just left.’
Nelson: ‘That’s even worse!’

She had been playing with her cum-filled pussy after sex and the surprise entry just made her pretend she was actually doing any work. He brought a packet of wet tissue over her shoulders and she cleaned herself up, only to be seen looking between her own legs from where Nelson was standing – behind her.

He pulled a piece of tissue and spun the chair around, to her shocked expression with her shirt lifted high enough for her pussy to be exposed.

Samantha: ‘Hey.. I was about to clean it up.’
Nelson: ‘I’ll help you.’

She used her elbow to cover her eyes when he squatted down, wiping her pussy lengthwise. Somehow, the more he tried to clean her, she just got wetter. Suddenly, she held his hand still and looked at him with a different gaze.

Samantha (whispering): ‘Kor.. that’s enough.’
Nelson (whispering): ‘You sure?’

The tissue fell onto the floor and his fingers went on her clit, vibrating slowly as she breathed deep. Her grip on his wrist loosened and he poked his index finger in, where she changed to pulling his hand towards her pussy.

Despite the fact that she still had cum in her, he was getting turned on by her moans. As he fingered her, she grew louder.

Nelson: ‘Help me take it out.’

Her closed eyes opened slightly to locate his pants and went back into darkness, imagining other scenes to take the guilt away. Being a girlfriend, she could not not know how to remove a guy’s pants. In no time, his dick was in her hand, getting filled with blood as he continued to finger her with his back bent.

After a short pause, she was lifted off the chair and placed on the bed, legs spreading as wide as he could get her to be and a soft, wet tongue began tickling her pussy.

The rhythmic long strokes he made was driving her wild, her own hands under her shirt to knead those firm breasts. It wasn’t like having fun with her boy, the secrecy and wrongness of it simply turned her on more than laughter-filled foreplay.

Samantha (whispering): ‘Kor, you want to do it?’
Nelson: ‘He doesn’t mind?’
Samantha: ‘He wouldn’t know.’

Nelson got on top of his sister and let his hips guide the long, reddish piece of meat into her, sinking inches at a time while she gasped at every internal.

Nelson: ‘Is it bigger?’
Samantha (whispering): ‘It’s longer.. ‘

Seeing how pleasurable she looked, he stopped holding himself back and pumped. In and out his dick went, churning the previous mixture of cum-juice with fresh body-made lubricant. It was super wet and gooey to begin with, which actually allowed him to go faster.

Reaching maximum speed, the fair-skinned girl could not stop screaming. With the first orgasm inbound, her hands grabbed her own boobs so hard that the pain amplified the pleasure, throwing her into a small fit as her body climax. Samantha could feel her pussy squeezing so much harder, as if trying to force a second load into herself.

Samantha (whispering): ‘Can I turn around?’
Nelson (whispering): ‘Yeah sure.’

In a flash, she got on her knees and his hands over her boobs held her body up. She helped him get his dick into place and before he was even fully buried inside, her hips gave way and she fell forward.

Samantha (whispering): ‘It’s super sensitive. Fuck me hard. And don’t stop till the end.’

He gently held her delicate waist and rammed at her, quite the opposite of how he was keeping her butt still. His dickhead was brushing her g-spot till it was sore, in turn firing off a series of orgasms that kept coming. With her face in his pillow, groans were muffled and her pussy just kept getting tighter.

Nelson: ‘Sis! You’re too tight!’
Samantha (moaning): ‘Oh yes! Keep going! Cum inside me!’

Her sideway glance at him showed him her pretty face and he felt the love between them ignite. It wasn’t those brother-sister kind of love, but more of the boyfriend-girlfriend kind. It was an activity they could get on with anytime they wanted.

Nelson: ‘Mei! I’m cumming!’

As his body slowed down to a stop, she rocked her hips backwards and it triggered off his alarms, exploding ‘cumworks’ into her as he dropped over her back. The minute motion inside her pussy was a light, sensual pulse that was milking his merciless dick with grace. The phrase ‘let it flow’ kept repeating in his head as he felt his balls being emptied.

Nelson: ‘Ahhh.. ‘

He fell on his bed next to Samantha and they were just looking into each other’s eyes silently.

Nelson: ‘Was that how he feel when he cums inside you?’

She placed her hand on his cheek and caressed, like how an elder sister would sooth her younger brother, except he was the older person.

Samantha (whispering): ‘No. I’m sure he never felt this good. My body just wants all of you inside. As for him, it was more of waiting for him to be done.’

The siblings wearily wore their clothes back and returned to their rooms. Only at midnight, after their parents had fallen asleep, did she speak to her brother, via Whatsapp.

Samantha (Whatsapp): ‘They are asleep. Come over to my room? It’s your turn to visit.’

Nothing could make him any more sober than that text. In under a minute, he was on her bed, mouth sucking on her nipples with her shirt lifted to her neck.

A new adventure begins.

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Foreign Connection

Girl: ‘Excuse me, are you guys hiring?’
Me: ‘Yeah! Are you interested?’
Girl: ‘I am. But do you guys need any educational qualifications?’
Me: ‘Not really. Do you have an ID or passport?’

She fished her wallet out from her tote bag and handed her blue IC to me. Emma, 1991, U.S.A. Frankly speaking, I had no idea why she chose to apply for work here, so I had to ask.

Girl: ‘To be honest, I was adopted by a family whose agenda was for me to work as a sex slave. There were five of us around my age. When they were training us to perform and do those dirty acts, I managed to escape. Since they cannot report me knowing what they have done. I need a job, so I can get a place to stay.’
Me: ‘Have you gone to the police?’
Emma: ‘No. I’m actually grateful to have a citizenship here. It’s just sad that no one suspected how wide-spread this is because of the nice image Singapore portrayed.’

I made a call to boss without the specifics, and she was allowed to start immediately. As it was a non-working day for housekeeping, she finished her work quickly from the experiences she got at home, practically done every chore herself.

Just as I finished carrying the cartons of soft drinks into the storage, she creeped up behind me and hugged me.

Emma (whispering): ‘Thank you.’
Me: ‘Hey. It’s cool. Boss agreed. So I guess you’re in.’
Emma: ‘No really. I’m very grateful. Can I repay you for the favour?’
Me: ‘Of course, how about taking the morning shifts so I can come in later?’

Her fingers wriggled into my jeans and I immediately took her hand out. That wasn’t how I pictured ‘favour’ to be, and she’s probably just working here till she found a better place. I couldn’t bring myself to make any physical promises.

The 1.6m girl pushed me up the racks once I turned around, forcing herself on my neck, breathing and pecking while her hands ran up my shirt. I pushed her back with ease and she fell on her butt, where I then quickly carried her up and returned to the bar.

Emma: ‘Why wouldn’t you want it? I thought guys would not turn down any sexed-up girls.’
Me: ‘Look. This is where I work, and you’re my colleague. No matter what background you come from, I got you the job you needed to turn your life around. I’m not going to ruin it here.’

Standing a few feet away, she raised her tank top over her head and a pink strapless bra hid her assets. A quickly motion with her hands behind her back dropped the bra and her shorts were tugged down her skinny legs before I could pick her shirt up.

Emma (whispering): ‘You’ve given me a chance. And.. I made a promise to myself. That I’ll belong to anyone who helped me start a new life. I’m just grateful it’s you.’

Helpless, I let her undo my belt and jeans, shirt coming off easily as I did not resist. This girl had been hurt enough, and perhaps through the next part, I could show her the way out.

After I was naked, I stopped her before she got down on her knees.

Emma: ‘Want me to do something else?’
Me: ‘Help me open the sofa bed.’

As if it was normal, we opened the sofa up and laid on the mattress, with her hands roaming all over my body.

Emma: ‘Shall I suck first?’
Me: ‘Nope.’

I turned on my sides and kissed her, frenching with just the tip of my tongue while she tried to make it wilder. Holding myself back, I did not let it turn into a tongue fight, kissing passionately while my fingers dived between her legs.

Emma (whispering): ‘This is awesome. I’ve never kissed like that.’

As I sunk my finger into her pussy, her hips twitched and her lips parted from mine. Turning all the attention to her pussy, she took my other hand and sucked on the fingers.

Emma (moaning): ‘Touch me like that.. I love it.’

Her hands too, had reached my dick and began pumping it to its full size. After a while, I stopped the petting and rotated myself around. So I was lying on her thigh and she was lying on mine. Playfully working my tongue on her clit, she took my dick in her mouth and sucked on it gently. It was as though she was sucking a tube of toufu. So delicate, yet confidently.

That sexy scent of body wash at her crotch was unforgettable. She looked so clean without a single bit of hair and the smoothness.. her pubs were permanently removed. Once I heard the choking sounds, her head was pushed out of the way and I returned to the proper position on the bed.

Emma: ‘Can I go first this time?’

I gave a short chin-up shake of my head and she climbed on top, looking all pretty with her blonde, brownish hair combed behind her ears.

Emma: ‘Do you happen to have.. a condom?’

I pointed to my bag by the side and she dragged it to me, where that silver wrapped protection was taken out from my wallet. She held the rubber loop outside her pussy and sat over my dick, stretching the condom as she slowly slid over me.

Emma: ‘Nice and tight. You fit comfortably inside me.. ‘

Once I made sure the condom was in place, the excited new staff began riding me, rocking her hips with her hands on her thighs, enjoying herself. In between one of her orgasms, she laid on my chest and told me her ambition.

Emma (whispering): ‘I’m going to be your little girl.’

After a while, I got her off me and made her lie missionary, legs lifted to her waist and pushed onto the bed. Piercing my dick slowly into her, every inch of her vagina can be felt squeezing me bit by bit. Unable to comprehend my delay, her feet was trying to hurry me up.

As soon I was inside, she was wishing for me to stop. Pounding loudly with echoes around the cafe, her legs couldn’t be spread any wider. I was so deep into her her eyes constantly rolled white, screaming untold pleasures into the air.

Emma: ‘I’m cumming again.. oh noooo.. ‘

A powerful jet of cum squirted onto my abs, pouring freely onto the floor. Her pussy went into shock and closed itself to a point I couldn’t pull out. Since I was stuck, I continued ramming her feeble body, till she felt my rod harden.

Emma: ‘You’re gonna cum with me!’

I pulled out suddenly and she held my arms desperately, pleading for me to put it back in.

Me: ‘Am I going to cum with you?’
Emma: ‘Sorry master. You can cum anytime and anywhere you want. I’ve long been addicted to sex since they began training me. Those long days of non-stop orgasms.. ‘
Me: ‘Where would you like me to cum?’
Emma: ‘Umm.. frankly, I’ve never seen cum before. They would make us imagine that water is cum, and filled us up with it, swallow it through a thick pipe, but I’ve never come in contact with any.’
Me: ‘On your hands then. Make this worth it.’

She went quiet and sat between my legs, rubbing her juices over her palms and began with the handjob. As I groaned in pleasure, she was exploring the different parts of my dick. Where to touch, where it got the most response, and how to get me to cum.

Five minutes past, and without any complains of tiredness, I was about to end too. Telling her about the progress, she pumped her fist faster, but holding on with a light grip. On and on she went, paying close attention to the balls that were in her fingers, and my body’s reaction.

Finally, she saw my belly tucking in and one of her hand cupped over the tip while the other continued jerking. The eruption surprised her as the warmth filled the grooves between her fingers, oozing for as long as she kept stroking.

Me: ‘It’s getting too sensitive Emma, let me go.’

She gradually slowed down and opened her hand, where the load of sticky cum got her curiosity. Giving it a lick, she smiled as I got more confused. Astonished, she slurped up my cum like half-boiled eggs, licking her palm as if it was that good.

Me: ‘It’s not salty or bitter?’
Emma: ‘It’s a little salty. I’ve had worse. They always told me it tasted like vinegar or raw eggs. I kinda like yours.’

She washed her hands thoroughly and came back to help me with my clothes. For the rest of the evening, we went shopping and dinner. After which she came over to my rented apartment, where we started spending the rest of our work stint having intense, passionate sex with each other.

Oh yes, she never got used to wearing panties no matter if she wore skirts or shorts. Which made everything easier whenever we saw a corner discreet enough for outdoor sex.

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Playing Daddy

This is NOT an incest entry. I, as the male lead, is playing the role of daddy with a single mum. Proceed without caution.

Carefully turning the lock on the main door, I had to be careful not to wake the little boy up. It was normal for me to end work at 2am, and by then, everyone should be asleep.

Sabrina (whispering): ‘Hey.. ‘

Me (whispering): ‘You’re not asleep?’

I sat on the old wooden chair next to the shoe rack and removed my smelly socks, which I then brought it into the kitchen to the laundry basket.

Sabrina (whispering): ‘I missed you.’

A pair of strong arms went around my waist and hands started rubbing on my zip. Even though she had a kid from her previous marriage, it was her dedication to being a good mother that touched me. At that time, we weren’t officially together, but she had asked for me to stay with them. I guess a man in the house would make things easier.

Me (whispering): ‘Don’t you have work tomorrow?’

Sabrina (whispering): ‘I still want it first.’

We went into the bedroom where her little boy slept in the middle of the bed. For most nights, he would be right between us so he wouldn’t fall. She carried him onto the mattress and pulled her old, white shirt off, leaving a pair of 34C cups to tempt me visually.

A quick shower freshened me up, enough to gather some energy for our bedroom fun she needed to fall asleep.

Sabrina: ‘You lie down first. You deserve this after the long day.’

I closed my eyes and felt her hand stroke my dick, tongue coating saliva all over the shaft. Even my testicles, which was the most sensitive part down there, was massaged with a sense of withheld eagerness. Her mouth went over my rod shortly after and I was sent to the heavens that instant.

Those skilful tongue circled the little head while her lips moistened the shaft, spreading deliciousness along the whole stick. She had not forgotten to suck hard on the tip, where my legs would tremble as blood rushed into it.

*Pop*

Sabrina (whispering): ‘Like it?’

Me (replying weakly): ‘Yeah. I’m more tired now.’

Sabrina: ‘Then stay still.’

She turned herself around and got into 69, burying my mouth into her pussy as she lowered her hips. No matter how I moved my lips and tongue, it was all nothing but pleasure. The juicy cunt just kept leaking whitish cream and I licked them up, satisfying my little thirst while I was at it.

A few minutes of mouth-wetting later, I patted her butt to get her off.

Sabrina: ‘What position you want?’

Me: ‘Move forward a little bit.’

I went on my knees behind her and closed her legs together. A little worry got the better of her as she seldom started with doggie. Without letting our moods die, I rammed into her and stayed inside.

Sabrina: ‘Ahh! Shit.. be more gentle can?’

Our baby boy did not move at all and the rhythmic thrusts began. She was audible but it did not wake him up. The both of us knew he was a deep sleeper, and only hunger would wake him up.

After pounding that firm ass for some time, I kneeled on my ankles and Sabrina humped herself on me. Her pussy was exposed more than ever to bounce and it was one of her favourite moves of all time.

Orgasm, was a challenge to me. We would fail to make her cum at times, and it was our number one issue to fix on the bed. Not even the creaking sounds were of any importance.

Sabrina (whispering): ‘I think I’m going to cum.’

Me (whispering): ‘So am I!’

Sabrina: ‘Tsk!’

Fine. I admitted I wasn’t ‘that’ good like how she expected me to be. We changed to missionary and her legs wrapped around me tightly, guiding my tempo as I pulled out of her. Slamming consistently, her vagina got tighter and the countdown started.

Me: ‘Shit.. I don’t want to miss this.’

Sabrina (panting): ‘Just keep going dear.. ‘

The squeezing got more intense as I went faster, till a sudden wave inside her body began ‘milking’ me. I had lasted longer than her. Her fingernails dug into my biceps as she came, eyes shut and squinting really hard.

Sabrina (moaning): ‘Cum with me. Keep going.’

Her legs loosened and I hammered her with all my might, knowing she had gotten what she needed. I had to finish before the next thing happened. With my dick swooshing wet, her grip remained tight. Her pussy was closing in even more and her wide opened mouth was screaming in silence.

Me: ‘I’m cumming!’

Her vaginal walls resumed milking me again, this time with some results. My two-days worth of cum sprayed into her, sending her body into another orgasm that was more violent than previous times. She hugged me against her chest and her teeth when into my shoulder blades.

Sabrina: ‘Ahh!’

Her jaws gave way and I quickly lifted myself up, afraid to be bitten twice. She massaged the sore, red marks on my shoulders with a apologetic face. We detached and she used baby wipes to clean me up, before sucking it clean to make up for what she did to me. That was a first for us.

Sabrina: ‘Sorry.’

Me: ‘Don’t be. I don’t have to bare my top at work anyway. No one will see it but you.’

Sabrina: ‘Stop reminding me la.’

Her shirt went over her head and I wore my briefs back. After a short make out, we brought him back to sleep between us. At 6.30am, Sabrina woke me up, with her shirt pulled over baby’s head.

Sabrina (whispering): ‘I’m feeling horny again. Can we do it before I go to work?’

My hard on was up long before I opened my eyes and the little boy fell asleep to the bouncing bed.

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One for Marina Boulevard

Girl: ‘Umm.. excuse me?’

I pulled my earpiece out and stared at her in the black ITE dress, whom had caught my eyes when she entered the restaurant. I didn’t exactly ‘eye’ her but nonetheless, attracted to her baby small face with brown hair.

Girl: ‘Can I get your number?’

She stuck her Chanel-cover iPhone to me at the ‘New Contact’ screen and I keyed in my details. Once she returned to her table, cheers could be heard from her friends, who kept looking in my direction.

The noisy group left after a while and that girl came back to my table. This time, I signalled for her to the empty chair next to me and she sat down, hugging onto her bag tightly in front of her chest.

Me: ‘Your friends?’
Girl: ‘They left. I’m Ashley.’

All my impressions of ‘Ashleys’ were guys but Yellow Ranger was Ashley too. The only part where they had any similarity was her neck-length hair. Having done with my dinner, I had no idea what to suggest to her. Getting laid sounded impossible except in my stories, and her age worried me too.

Me: ‘I’m done with dinner. Want to go for a walk?’
Ashley: ‘Okay. You stay around here?’
Me: ‘Yeah. About fifteen minutes walk.’

It wasn’t nearby, but a distance to help digest. We went to H&M which was along the way and her shyness told me something else about her. The clothes which she stopped to look at, the price tag would always come first. And for most of them, she replaced the item after seeing how much it cost.

Me: ‘Hey. Pick something. Your uniform don’t exactly fit this place.’

She continued browsing and settled for a striped crop top. Looking at me wishfully, I had to instruct her to get some sort of bottoms as well. How else would she be able to change into a completely different outfit? A pair of black shorts were added to her arm and I paid for it. Entering the changing room for the third time, she changed into the purchases and sights were immediately set on her when we left the building.

Me: ‘Like it?’
Ashley: ‘I shouldn’t have picked this shirt. I’m cold.’

Her worried, pouted lips look was priceless. I sighed a laugh and reached my arm out at her, where she happily held with both hands. The constant stares she got no longer bothered her in that lively mood, and when we reached the building I stayed in, her arms suddenly let go of me.

I haven’t told her about where we were going, but when she asked where I lived, I thought she was alright with going to my place. Still, playing safe would not ruin the new, cute friend I made.

Me: ‘Maybe we should go elsewhere.’
Ashley (whispering): ‘I.. it’s too expensive here.’
Me: ‘Expensive? What do you mean?’
Ashley: ‘This is a hotel right?’

I couldn’t blame her. At her age, I would have thought the same too. One Marina Boulevard is an office/ residential place.

Me: ‘Actually, this is a bit too expensive.’
Ashley: ‘Yeah! Can we go to your place instead?’
Me: ‘Okay. Let’s go to my place then. Follow me. I ask them something first.’

She held my hand and we went to the reception, where the attractive front-desk lady recognised me.

Lady: ‘Good evening Mr. J. A card for your friend?’

A smile was my answer to her and she held the access card towards Ashley. With a confused expression, she politely accepted and we walked away with regards from the sweet lady.

Ashley: ‘So you stay here.’

The gantry opened upon detecting the card in our pockets and the lift worked with a tap of her visitor pass. Once we reached my floor, the huge automated sliding door opened on my side and we made our way into the living room. The only thing with the interior layout was that the long corridor.

Imagine walking to your classroom, which was my bedroom in this case, you’ll have to pass the kitchen, study-cum-office. Luckily I was staying alone and would never bump into anyone fucking on the kitchen counter.

Ashley: ‘This.. is.. crazy.. ‘

What could I possibly say to her? ‘It’s nothing’? Or ‘I think so too’? Saying nothing was the best protection against her own self-esteem. I brought her into my bedroom, which faced the cityscape with full-length windows.

Ashley was breathing so hard I could hear her excitement, and all she did was look out of the window. I went behind her and hugged her, carrying her to the bed which I meticulously picked, being the second most expensive furniture besides the unit.

Me: ‘Look at this.’

A click on the smart-home controller lit the LEDs behind the ceiling, making the stars glow randomly. That cute girl just stared at it with her jaws opened. My face occupied her vision next and I could tell something in her was about to explode. Her lips wet themselves, almost luring me to skip the kissing and stick my dick in there.

Ashley: ‘I.. don’t know what to say.’

My hand rested on her exposed tummy and she unbuttoned her shorts. It was that straightforward. We knew what was coming next, that’s getting into our birthday suits. Her small tits looked full despite the low altitude, and her pussy, had the finest hair that thinly her important part luxurious, like those furry carpets.

She had felt my groin when I leaned my body on her, and she was so embarrassed about the fact that I shaved and she didn’t. Every small detail was affecting her so much.

Ashley (whispering): ‘Sorry. I didn’t shave.’
Me (whispering): ‘I’m not bothered by it. I think it looks cute on you.’

By the time we started kissing, our bodies had wanted more than sex, whatever that realm was. Her hand worked clumsily on my rod, trying to please me as I rubbed her clit to an orgasm. Up till that point where she climaxed with panting moans, she was just trying to keep up with me.

When I finally couldn’t take the teasing, I stepped out of bed and went to the dresser. That poor girl got all worried and sat on the bed, wondering what I was doing.

Ashley: ‘I’m sorry. I don’t know how to pleasure guys. I only seen it once online then I didn’t want to again.’
Me: ‘Huh? What are you talking about?’

I was fishing for my condom. Oh wait. Maybe I didn’t need it if she’s a virgin. I stopped reorganising the drawer and went back to the guilt-struck girl. She was just rubbing her clenched fist looking so lost.

Me: ‘You have any boyfriends before?’
Ashley: ‘Yeah. But we didn’t do much. He just made me sit on top of him and just move my down-there over his pants.’
Me: ‘So, you’re a virgin?’
Ashley (shyly): ‘I usually masturbate with my lipstick. But never had sex.’

The turn of event did not disappoint me. I was too reckless, not all girls are that.. argh.. whatever. Guess who felt worse after coming this far? I made her lie on the bed and joined her, looking at the stars while she laid on my chest looking at the city view. I guess there wasn’t much else to do besides a handjob, which I could skip to make up for my foolishness.

Slowly, I felt her hand moving over my dick again, feeling each area with her fingertips. My breathing was in her control then and it was up to her to make me breathe fast or slow. She was a quick learner.

Ashley (whispering): ‘Can you turn on the lights? I want to see it.’

Another click brought the lights up and she moved to my stomach, checking the penis in detail. Be it curiosity or duty, she was keeping me hard. Unable to see anything in front of her head, a soft, wet surface touched my pee hole and her lips gently kissed over the head. Going down my shaft, a sharp breath told her ‘you’re doing it right’.

My balls were in the mercy of her palm and her blowjob consisted more of tongue play than up-down. Still, it was good. Don’t we all love to be teased than to be made to cum? While men enjoys the process, women loves the outcome.

Me (whispering): ‘It’s enough for me. Can I play with yours?’
Ashley (whispering): ‘Don’t .. I .. (a tap on my dick) .. to play with me.’

That was the best unclear, answer any guys could wish to get. I didn’t even get the full sentence from the whisper. I laid on top of her and let my hips find the opening. Her hands were on my cheeks ready to pull me in for the kiss when I entered.

Inches by inches, I moved carefully and her defloration was aided by the frenching that distracted her. Once I had taken 100% of her virginity, my body just went autopilot. Our mouths never left each other and her tightness just drove me crazy. Her body was getting used to the motion by that long, biological stick all men has. It was full of involuntary contractions and orgasms she never expected to have come so soon.

Ashley (whispering): ‘I came so many times today.’
Me (whispering): ‘I know. I can feel it.’

That five minutes we were at it, she had three. And I totally forgot about the condom.

Me: ‘Wanna go on top?’
Ashley: ‘Okay. I think I know how to move.’

Her level of concern about putting it in was higher than maintaining eye-contact. Yes, that was how new she was to this. The moment the pleasure returned, she interlocked fingers with me and rocked her slim belly, riding me in a continuous exchange of moans and groans from the both of us.

She was going really, really fast. And the rocking motion simply pushed all the right spots on my shaft. The only drawback being my lack of stamina, which I gave in to her tight pussy that I bet all of you would succumb to as well. I had suspected her to be enjoying this more than me.

Me: ‘Ash.. You have to get off me now. I’m going to shoot.’

She did not understandd the urgency when guys say that and she took her time to come to a stop, before releasing my purplish looking dick.

Ashley: ‘Umm.. what do I do now?’
Me: ‘Where does your boyfriend usually shoot?’
Ashley: ‘Ex. I’m single now. He usually.. shoot on my hand.’
Me: ‘Hmm.. wrap your hand over it and move up and down. You can lie on my stomach. When I’m going to shoot, I will touch your head and you put it into your mouth?’

She nodded her head obediently and did as told. The final moments were spent with my eyes closed, and a huge cumshot that emptied my balls into her mouth. Her tongue simply did not know what to do except to keep teasing the tip.

After the few minutes of grand finale, she went to her bag and took her water bottle out, swallowing my cum like medicine, giving me the biggest surprise of the night.

Well, I guess she could do that. Or spit it out.

We went for a shower together and she sat over my dick in the bathtub, hugging me tightly and kissing all over my neck.

Ashley: ‘Can I ask you for something?’

Shit. Don’t tell me it’s money. Or should I wish it’s ‘just’ money?

Ashley: ‘Can I show you to my mum?’

Okay. That wasn’t too bad. But given how busy I was, I didn’t know how long we could stay together. But maybe, just maybe, this could work out.

After another round in the bathtub, where I came into her mouth again, we went to the carpark where I had my company car, a Mercedes R231. We drove to her flat in the old estates of Toa Payoh and parked the heavy-front car after much difficulty.

The neighbours Ashley saw along the way up to her flat would thought that she have struck the lottery. She was all smiles from the moment we hopped into the car, caressing every curves from the dashboard to the leather seats as I did the same, with my hand under her school uniform she changed back into after the shower.

Ashley (shouting): ‘Mummy! This is J.’

A long, disapproving stare made me look away. I was in shorts and t-shirt. How else would I expect her to think of me? Her mum was in her early thirties, having Ashley from an accident with one of her flings. Well, I (or she) was just lucky that fling had good genes. Or that her mum had good eyes.

After the longest ten minutes introduction and chatting with Ashley and her mum, her impression of me improved upon hearing where I lived and how we got here. The next thing I knew, she had her attention on me rather than her daughter who was asking her if she could spend nights at my place.

Mum: ‘No you can’t. You have a home and you’ll disturb J from his work. J, you can come over and spend nights here though. I can accept that.’

Whether if her mum was the one who wanted to spend more time with me, or to keep an eye on her daughter, time will tell. But for that evening, she allowed Ashley to spend the night at my place. At last, I felt better knowing that I haven’t stepped on any timebombs for that eventful day.

After we got home and naked, we crashed into the bed with hands all over each other. As for the rest of the night, all I could say is – we were spent when first light broke into the room.