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My Landlady’s Daughter

Nat: ‘Can you cook something for me to eat? I’m damn hungry. So sorry for troubling you.’

How could I reject her? Staying for almost a month at their place, the rent was the lowest. Apart from just hiding in my room, I got used to tidying up their house when they were out, and occasionally cooking with the family. I was after all given a tiny spot to store my chopping board and knives that no one knew how to use. I was grateful for them.

She stood beside me as I cut the chicken chops, marinated in teriyaki sauce in my designated section of the fridge. The aroma got her stomach growling even louder, and she placed her hand on my lower back, nudging my thoughts slightly awry.

Nat: ‘What’s inside?’
Me: ‘Soy sauce, mirin, ginger, sugar?’
Nat: ‘Is it suppose to be for yourself?’
Me: ‘For times when YOU are hungry!’

A cheerful laugh broke out and she took over the task of cooking the chicken, while I listlessly shook the pasta in a strainer. She was a normal 18 year old in a local poly, dressing decently when out and casually clothed at home in mostly t-shirts or singlets with tiny shorts at home.

Nat (screaming): ‘Oww!’

Hot oil had splattered on her and she used me as the shield. Now, it’s time to teach her something logical.

Me: ‘When hot oil splatters, we dodge. So the meat will chao ta (get burnt) on the pan. Be brave!’

I went behind her and held her hand, forcing her to bear with the pain and flip the meat onto the final side. Scraping the skin of the chicken, the crackle showed her it was all worth it. She held the hand I placed on her waist and squeezed it tightly, as the pain grew in her cooking hand.

Barely legal, she had a figure like her mum, slim and well-maintained. Years of dancing had given her that body to die for and I was out of her league to make my imagination come true.

Nat: ‘Hey J, you know? Most girls always want someone to cook for them. But I prefer this. Cooking with that someone. It makes the food more tasty.’

I laughed through my nose as she plated the chicken to rest, while I scooped the pasta over to soak up the remaining juices. Keeping my hand in hers, we swapped positions and she stood behind me while I cooked. The other hand came around me and I was in the midst of tasting a strand for doneness.

Nat: ‘I want to try too!’

She pinched the dangling strand from my mouth and turned me sideways to slurp it up, till our lips got dangerously close. Her chewing turned sensual as she slowed down, flipping the gas switch off behind me. Everything up to that instance pointed in a direction I knew we were heading to.

Nat (whispering): ‘It’s yummy.. like you.’

Breaking away from her seduction, I finished stacking the chicken on top of the noodles and she took it from me. Hand in hand, we made our way in her room and it was left ignored on her study desk. In embrace, we stripped each other down and I lifted her onto the desk, where she forked a mouthful of food while I sat on a foot stool between her legs.

Licking her abalone in short flicks, her body moved on its own. I just kept going till a strong shiver was felt and she had to stop eating. Picking me up by my cheeks, she placed me on her revolving chair and hopped onto the stool, going between my legs and tapped on the table’s edge where she left the plate.

In an instant, my dick disappeared into her mouth and I took a few bites of chicken, too distracted to really taste anything. As she was working her lips up and down my rod, a pair of silk ropes found their way into her hands and she tied me to the arm rest of the chair, loose enough for me to wriggle out of if I really wanted to escape.

Windows unblinded, she was not bothered by it. She shifted the plate away and bent over the table, lowering her pussy down my cock as she clenched her fist by the edge. With both legs together, she was tight beyond description.

In no time, she had turned into the little bunny, bouncing on my lap and moaning as though the windows are drawn. Fully naked, I was left to admire her back view while feeling her pussy squeeze my rod dead, occasionally grinding her butt left and right to wake me up.

Before I knew it, I had to free myself and kept her seated on my lap as we moved to the bed. Staying connected for the whole position change, I kneeled behind her opened legs and hammered her mercilessly. It was pure sex that we had, perspiring onto each others’ body as we pounded.

After a long while of doggie sex, she turned onto her back and I pushed both her legs close to her chest. That fair skinned pussy stared right at me and I filled her up with my dick once again, thrusting the life out of her as she begged for me to be gentle. It wasn’t her legs that were aching, but the sensitivity of her pussy that had her clit exposed.

It was being tortured by my prickly groin non-stop. I tied her hands together during a short pause and she gave up control to whatever position I put her in.

Me: ‘Are you okay? I’ll not tie you up anymore k?’

Part of me got worried. But what she said.. I was overthinking.

Nat: ‘No don’t. I tied you up so you will tie me. I have been fantasising about this for a long time now.’

I regained my composure to pump her for another few minutes before she was too much for me to hold in. We were doing it raw and I didn’t want to risk anything. Readjusting her body to lie sideway, I held her head against two pillows and sank my dick in.

Next up was mouth fuck. I buried my dick at her cheek and went on for at least five minutes. She was all willing and smiling whenever I slowed down to look at her. Time is up.

Me: ‘I’ll cum in your mouth k?’
Nat: ‘Don’t need to tell me. Just shoot anywhere you want. As long as you let me help you finish it.’

Suddenly, a eureka moment came. I stopped and sat in front of her eyes, jerking myself to her helplessness.

Nat (frantic): ‘Hey! What are you doing?!’
Me: ‘Just torturing you a little?’

She got on her knees and pushed me down with her head, swallowing my dick whole and I bounced her head on my lap. A strong suction with lots of tongue action, got me squirming in a minute. Every time I tried to lift her away, she could bite. So I had no choice.

Drawing every bit of cum in me, she only let go when I went quiet in exhaustion. Seeing her in that pitiful state, I replaced her on the bed and fed her what’s left on the plate. When I was about to untie her, she dodged.

Nat (whispering): ‘Don’t take it off. I like it this way.’

We fell asleep on her bed naked and the next thing I knew that woke me up, were her hands checking if I was asleep. Well, how could I be still asleep when it was up?

My landlady’s daughter had been in bounds (at home) since we started, and she became the most obedient girl any master could have. Not that I am into anything extreme, but to have someone to please when I get home, was what I liked. In return, she would sneak into my room when her mum was asleep, or drag me out to the corridor when her mum was awake to have those quickies we never got enough of.

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A Lucky Chick

Girl: ‘有打火机吗？’
Translation: ‘You have a light?’

Aiden with his goody boy hair cut hastily picked up the Zippo lighter beside his laptop and handed it to the school girl, who had a cigarette in her hand. She sat down beside him and lit the stick, taking a deep breath of nicotine before blowing it sideways. Wearing a set of ITE white tee and skirt, he had noticed how short her black skirt was, as it revealed a lot of skin.

Girl: ‘叫什么名？’
Translation: ‘What’s your name?’

Aiden: ‘Aiden. You?’

Girl: ‘Stacy.’

He would expect ‘Valencia’ or some fancy name she would come up with but Stacy wasn’t too overboard. She continued sucking on her stick puff after puff and peeped at his statistic filled screen.

Stacy: ‘你在做什么？’
Translation: ‘What are you busy with?’

Aiden: ‘Doing some work.’

Stacy: ‘做什么的？’
Translation: ‘What is your job?’

Aiden: ‘I’m an acturia.’

Stacy: ‘Huh? What is that?’

He had no simpler way to explain his job scope and simply told her he worked in a bank, under the insurance department. In her mind, positions in the banking industry meant high salary, one that she had little hopes of getting into. When she realised what a person she was talking to, a little courtesy came into her words.

It was just 4pm when they began chatting, and it was that kind of awkward conversation between a highly educated young man with a maturing teenager. Not only were their level of thoughts in huge difference, she had no idea what he was doing, bombarding him with seemingly interesting but obviously incomplete knowledge about any more adult-like topics.

Stacy: ‘You eaten?’

Aiden shook his head with a smile and she adjusted her bag strap on her shoulders. Clearly from a mandarin speaking family, he was more determined to make her into someone successful than to just appear and disappear from her life. Somehow, the difference in their academic background spurred something in him. One with pity and hope to make her into a better person.

Stacy: ‘My mum cooked. You want to eat with us?’

As someone related to financial planning, he was used to going into strangers’ houses, so why not? He packed his belongings and followed her up to her flat, where she constantly reminded him not to tell on her about the smoking part. Of all people, the job he had consisted of keeping secrets.

Stepping into a three-room flat, it was simple. Old looking furniture lined the walls, a CRT TV was hissing to CH8, and an old lady walked out of the kitchen with two plates of food.

Stacy: ‘Mummy! 我带朋友来吃饭。’
Translate: ‘Mummy! I’m back with a friend.’

Her mum’s face lit up when she saw the well-groomed gentleman, adding another pair of chopsticks to the table where they had a hearty meal. For Aiden, it had been some time since he had homecooked food. It was truly an eye opener to him to have a meal with a lower income family than most of his clients.

Mum: ‘我先出去。朋友走了打给我。要乖hor。’
Translate: ‘I’m heading out first. Let me know when he is gone k? Be good.’

After stacking the dishes into the sink, she went into her room and told him he could come in too. As a guest, he went into the kitchen instead and did the dishes for a long while, before joining her.

By the time he sat on her wood-crafted bed, she had changed into a tight. body hugging singlet with the same skirt and was tidying up her desk. Smiling to himself at the sight of her frantic last-minute packing, it was the simplicity of her life that moved him.

Stacy: ‘你很热？你要的话可以脱掉衣服。我哥在家也是没穿衣。’
Translate: ‘Is it hot? You can take your shirt off. My brother is always half naked.’

How could he? In someone else’s place? She could tell his shyness and climbed over his lap, where he suddenly backed away in surprise.

Stacy: ‘You shy ah?’

Her fingers had went to undo his buttons and he just let her be. Once she saw his lean abdomen, though without any abs, her hands started feeling them up. His hands went to her thighs and slowly hiked up under her skirt, where deep breaths were heard coming from her mouth.

Stacy: ‘我觉得你很厉害。我没朋友在银行做工的。’
Translate: ‘You are quite capable in my eyes. I don’t have any friends working in the bank.’

A sense of lost and desire had been felt through her, guiding Aiden to do what’s right. He could totally see through her desire for someone like him to take care of her, and tell her what she should be doing. It was the insecurity that got her to climb on top of him and perhaps drive her into doing something to own him.

Aiden: ‘Hey. Come lie down here.’

He held her shaky forearms and helped her onto the bed, where tears began swelling up in her eyes.

Stacy (sobbing): ‘说真的，我没什么机会交新的朋友。想要做得更好，但是我又不想我家人辛苦。’
Translate: ‘I don’t have any chance of meeting people outside my circle of friends. I don’t want to be trapped by what education my family’s situation can afford to give me.’

He leaned his body onto her to give her a hug, hearing her cries upclose. Emotions filled his heart instead of lust, and she was just this hopeful to be left on her own.

Stacy: ‘我可以要你吗？No.. Umm.. 你可以要我吗？’
Translation: ‘Can I want you? No.. Umm.. Can you want me?’

The single and eligible bachelor couldn’t resist this foxy slim body, behind it, someone who looked forward to stepping out of her old life. As he stared in deep thoughts, she held his face and led him to her lips, where tears had wetted them.

The brief peck turned into a graceful tongue fight and his hand was under her singlet in no time. Her eye-catching black bra posed no obstacle as he maneuvered to her nipple, rolling it between his fingers as she moaned.

Stacy (whispering): ‘Take it off.’

He got up and stripped the last two piece of his clothes off, while she took her bra out. He grinned cheekily as he removed her thongs, fingers slipping under her skirt as soon as she bared. Her fingers wrapped around his dick that was already erected, stroking it as he exposed her breast after tugging her singlet down.

Mouth feeding on her nipple, it was a scene he had never imagined to happen. Not that he was single due to looks, but to have someone less successful than him, wanting to be dominated, freed a side of him he never expected.

Stacy (whispering): ‘躺下来。’
Translation: ‘Lie down.’

Aiden: ‘You have done this before?’

Stacy: ‘有… 我的 ex.’
Translation: ‘Yes. My ex-boyfriend.’

She went on top of him in 69 and took his dick into her mouth, jerking her neck forward to let him slide in and out. The slimy looking pussy before him could not even be reached as his body went haywire, losing control to her skilled blowjob. Desperately, he managed to lick her while she was at it and managed to give her an orgasm that stopped her in ecstacy.

Stacy: ‘他从来没有帮我做过。你比较好。’
Translation: ‘He didn’t do that for me. You’re nicer.’

How could anyone not taste this shaved, smooth pussy that was on her? She seemed to be the perfect girl to show off to, and own if treated well. Perhaps it was something Aiden could never understand. But he knew how to love and treat her. It was goodness and nothing less.

As she turned herself around to ride him, he stopped her. She had done more than enough for him and should not be the only one doing the work. He carried her easily and placed her on the bed, before spooning her from behind. He raised one of her legs and stopped his dick at her pussy, where she held it and guided him in.

The tightness, the wetness, the heartbeat-like throbbing. He couldn’t NOT move. Her moans turned into gasps as he pounded her from behind, one hand over her chest so he could tweak her nipples that drove her even wilder.

Soon, she was attempting to change position and they shifted into doggie-style. Holding that tiny waist before him, she was kneeling upright against his body. Humping silently, they were noisy in sync, a sight he had been long dreaming for.

Feeling her pussy tighten and relax, he was about to erupt. She was that beautiful in his eyes, and that body of hers.. he had no problem taking care of it. Going for almost twenty minutes since they got into bed, she had her share of mind-blowing orgasms. It wasn’t the size, it wasn’t his speed. His strokes were swift and filled with empathy, thrusts made with love that pumped right into her. She could feel his desire as well.

Aiden (groaning): ‘I’m cumming.. ‘

He made the final few jerks and pulled out before he lost it. She turned around on her knees and laid on the bed, legs stretched underneath his balls. Taking his dick back between her lips, she rammed her face at him till he pressed her head against his balls. Powerful waves of cum fired into her mouth and it all gathered at her tongue, where she continued sucking him till he collapsed on the bed. Yes, collapsed like legs giving way all of a sudden.

A quick flash of her tongue covered in cum followed by a swallow melted Aiden’s heart, where he was too late to ask her to spit it out. Smiles broke across her face and he placed her head gently on the pillow, letting her fondle his dick as he admired her flowing figure from her neck down.

Aiden: ‘I’ll drop by with some clothes later. I am only staying a few blocks away. Come to a function with me tonight k?’

Upon hearing that, Stacy pushed him against the bed and sat between his legs. Bending her back almost horizontally to the bed, his dick disappeared into her mouth again, this time, letting her complete the job of milking the second load.

Once they were done, he left her place and returned in less than twenty minutes. It had been the most tiring time he had since a long while ago, and he was more excited than her to bring her along for an event where the rich would gather. Not that he was going to ‘use’ her, but to get his clients scheduling appointments just to catch another glimpse of her.

That evening, Stacy, in a short red dress, stole the limelight. She needed no stockings or jewellery to enhance her beauty. She had turned Aiden into the most attractive man on the ballroom.

Besides the constant attention she got, there was only one part of the show that she could make any sense out of.

Emcee (on microphone): ‘This month’s top sales record was broken by someone we all know and love. Someone quiet, helpful and hardworking. He is none other than.. Aiden! Scoring THREE million in commission, I’ll let you guys imagine the sales figure. Ladies and gentleman, a round of appaluse!’

Right then, Stacy felt her legs weaken, and her pussy getting super wet. No one had expected him to be that capable, never in Stacy’s life would she get that close to even a hundred thousand. She had a guy of every girls’ dream, and she made up her mind to do everything to be his forever.

*Aiden.. is.. so.. going.. to.. get.. it.*
Stacy’s mind screamed this out in her face.

Everything made sense. Everyone was nice to him, he was courteous, kind and seemingly unhappening. ‘A humble millionaire’ was something she never heard of. At least not among her social circle. When he stepped off the stage to his awaiting team, she needed him to know what was about to come – or cum.

Stacy (Whatsapp): ‘Can pay for birth pills for me?’

Her broken English did not stop Aiden’s dick from rising once he understood what she meant. As soon as they reached a hotel he booked for the night, all hell broke loose when he ripped her dress off. She had wore nipple stickers in place of a bra, and panties wise.. they were 404. Nothing turned Aiden on more than knowing she had gone pantyless, apart from being so wet her inner thighs had streaks on them.

Following their encounter, she still stayed in her own house, but with some equipments changed to working ones. They still went over to each other’s place in rotation, and Stacy only told her friends about ‘a guy’, nothing in specific.

Would they take long to find out who have she been keeping behind their backs?

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Manrape

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Background of the girls;

Beatrice – My adopted cousin, known for her figure due to yoga. Dresses like any other 16 year olds, often revealing her shoulders and long fair legs. Sometimes going pantyless, she explained that it kept her pussy airy apart from those tight shorts and pants she wore for yoga.

Fiona – The sloppiest but intelligent girl among the group. Known for her over-developed breasts and causal postures (with shirts and loose shorts) that gave many guys nosebleed from under her kiddy-looking panties, plus the occasional downblouse.

Elly – The skinniest girl who appears best in short dresses. A tattoo across her left breast would be left unhidden whenever she was out of school uniform. Known for her studious nature and lively attitude that attracted many guys, none got to see the full message of her tattoo above her nipple.

Alicia – A diligent girl who is caring and friendly to even her stalkers. An ‘A grade’ student, she often went braless for comfort, and to avoid the ‘coloured bra’ offence. Her A-cup boobs did not deter guys from trying to spot her horniness whenever her school blouse teased her bare nipples too much.

Fiona: ‘So.. you are Beatrice’s cousin?’

Me: ‘Yeah. Why?’

Fiona: ‘No nothing!’

She ran back to the group of three girls without Beatrice among them and giggled while returning stares at me. I was ‘invited’ to the BBQ the girls organised at a chalet, and was at the grill after the girls returned from a swim at the beach. Being the only one above legal age, I was the one to bring the Bacardi and whiskey, mixing their drinks for them.

Apparently, they had asked the question to know if I was available, but whether or not I was in a relationship didn’t mattered. Little did they know, I have already been in Beatrice.

The evening came and go, with the girls taking turn to feed me as I filled their hungry stomachs. Alcohol was consumed like never before and they were just having their own fun in the air-conditioned bedroom. About to finish with the clean-up, Fiona creeped up behind me and playfully tried to shock me. She helped to bring everything indoors, and pulled the curtains to keep the lights out.

Fiona (whispering): ‘Everything done?’

Me: ‘Yeah. Why are you whispering?’

Fiona (whispering): ‘Shhh! I don’t want to wake them up.’

Drunk, she fell into my arms and began pulling my shirt up. Half-sleeping and half-ravishing me, I sent a text to Beatrice to help her ‘hornified’ friend up. Not only did she reply me with a :P, she asked me to have fun. What was she thinking?

Before I knew it, my beach shorts just dropped onto the floor and I was in only my shirt and underwear. Not wanting to take advantage of her, I brought her up stairs, only to find the room locked with laughters within.

Fiona got on her knees and pulled her laced cover-up off, along with her bikini top. Her skirt? Well, she stripped her undies while sitting on her bum. Pushing me onto the wooden floor, she climbed on top and began riding me, thankfully for the underwear between us. It seemed that she knew about it, and that ‘ride’ was to get me up.

Unable to deny my impulses, she whipped my cock out after it was poking at her and slipped it into her pussy. In that tiny space.. what could get worse?

Fiona (shouting): ‘He’s rock solid now!’

The door opened to loud music and the girls dragged me in. Fiona went first to ride me, while the rest of them got naked and Beatrice had a compact camera pointed at me. My limbs were pinned, skin on my fingers crumpled by being in pussies I had no idea who they belong to, and body never a break from their roaming hands.

Overpowered, okay. It was more of dominated. I could cum easier than with Beatrice. Fiona’s violent movements were hitting all my sensitive areas and I managed to tell her I was cumming. In the dimness, a cup was handed to her and she hopped off before the finale, pumping my single udder till I exploded in the cup.

Girl (shouting): ‘Woohoo! Next!’

Alicia got into doggie on the bed and I was helped up, dick guided by another hand into her pussy that was sticking right out at me. Holding her waist, I hammered my flaccid dick into full length, flooding her with orgasms.

Alicia outperformed Beatrice in that particular field. Her body just couldn’t stop climaxing when I attacked at a specific angle. In no time, her pussy got too tight that my ejaculation was brought forward, like in five minutes.

For her part, the girls had to pull her away when I was about to unload, emptying my second round into the same cup.

Girl (shouting): ‘Turn him around!’

I wasn’t sure of that command but when a pair of knees went over my head, I knew what she meant. A dildo came into sight and went straight into Elly, mouth quickly swallowing my little snub as the hand controlling the dildo pumped away.

One of the girls bounced Elly’s head in my groin, sucking all the blood to my nether region for the third refill. Her tongue, her throat, her teeth, all took turns to weaken me. My constant plea for them to end this position or swap to another went unheeded. The girls were extremely excited when I flipped left to right.

It took slightly longer for me to cum in this position, but the girls were too high with the music to feel the delay. My dick was driven straight down Elly’s throat, contracting and relaxing as the girls kept her head pinned.

A hand fondling my balls finally triggered my eruption and they lifted the worn-out Elly from my body, her hand still on the dildo that she masturbated herself to another orgasm with. The third shot went into the cup as usual, and the girls were done with me.

Beatrice: ‘Hey! What about me?!’

Girls (in sync): ‘But he’s your cousin!’

Beatrice: ‘What happens in this room stays in this room right?’

High-fives were exchanged, and I was helped up to let Beatrice lie on the bed. A pair of hands came from the side to revive my dick, and it was the view of Beatrice’s pussy that got me excited.

I raised her legs for the girls to hold onto and plunged right in, thrusting non-stop with no rest between. Beatrice was moaning her lungs out as the orgasms came every minute, cheered on by the girls who was tweaking her nipples.

She felt extremely tight compared to the others, possibly due to the Kegel she did. After a breathless and adrenaline filled eight minutes or so, I took the cup from one of them and pulled out. Someone then replaced my dick with the wet dildo and gave her another orgasm while I dripped whatever left into the container.

Finally done with the four girls, they surrounded me and poured an equal amount of my cum into each of their cups.

Alicia: ‘Can I mix some green tea to mine?’

Girls (in sync): ‘Nooooo.. ‘

They counted to three together and drank their share up, before putting whatever not needed for sleep away. Pushing me onto the bed, each pair of them laid on my arms, dozing off almost immediately after some comparing of my skills.

Just before the night took me, Alicia, the innocent looking girl with bangs and probably the most conservative one in terms of clothing, got up and cleaned my little one with wet wipes.

Alicia (whispering): ‘Thank you for tonight.. ‘

And a kiss landed on my pee hole.

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Unexpected Acceptance

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Beatrice: ‘Hey J, you’re not working today?’

My younger cousin studying in a private uni came barging into my room, unaware that it was my usual off day. With a sports bra and panties, she had a cup of brightly coloured fruit juice in her hands.

Me: ‘Nope. It’s my off day. You need something?’
Beatrice: ‘Not really. I like to use your room to do my yoga.’
Me: ‘I’m going into the living room in a while. You can use the room if you want.’

For the past few days, she had been staying with my family as her family had gone on a holiday. Tuition and homework had kept her in Singapore, but she had decided to stay with us since there was someone to cook for her.

Taking the yoga mat out from under my bed, she unrolled it and got started with her exercises, with my back facing her towards the computer. Shortly after the ruffling, she let off a moan that got my curiosity. Was yoga that difficult?

Me: ‘You okay?’
Beatrice: ‘Yeah.. I am just doing some Kegel exercises at the same time.’

Did she meant that she had something in her as she worked out? I packed my iPad and left the room to her, giving her the privacy till about an hour later. Appearing in the living room, her sweat-covered body with muscles firmed and toned sat on a stool beside my feet, panting and drinking from her mug.

Beatrice: ‘J, you don’t work out?’
Me: ‘Hardly. Quickly go for a shower after you are drier k? It’s windy today.’

It was late evening when she was done, and I hurried back into my room, only to find my bed a little messed up. Well, she might have sat there or used it to aid some of the poses. Slumping into my comfy mattress, her bodily scent lingered in my nose.

Quietly, my door opened to let some of the light in, getting my attention to what she was after.

Beatrice: ‘J.. can I chat with you for a while?’

She sat beside me with the towel brushing through her long hair, thoroughly drying them before dropping it onto the floor. She was in a cropped top that kept her belly exposed, and with another pair of panties that had cartoons on it.

Me: ‘Chat? Sure. Is something bothering you?’

Her body fell onto my pillow where my arm was stretched across, immobilising my movements. All I could smell was her freshly washed hair, so ever heavenly.

She turned her body towards me and placed one leg over my thigh, accidentally (or not), swiping across my unsuspecting dick. Almost hugging me, she was looking at me with those natural watery eyes.

Beatrice (whispering): ‘I don’t know how to stop thinking about someone. When I had the Yoni egg in me, all I could think about was him.’
Me: ‘Auntie didn’t approve of you guys being together?’
Beatrice (whispering): ‘She won’t. Neither will they (her family) accept him even if I told them.’
Me: ‘Maybe you can let them know further into the relationship. Like after long enough, they can see you two are serious.’

Her hand slid down my shirt onto my groin, palm circling it as she breathed deeper. Without saying, my dick grew to her initiation and it was soon in her hand, stroked through the thin material of my shorts.

She raised her head to free my almost-numb arm and placed it across her straightened body, fingers pushing mine onto the moist panties.

Beatrice (whispering): ‘Help me take it out?’
Me: ‘Take what?’

Right then, a spherical object popped out. It was the stone egg she was using from before. Probably the one she used when she mentioned ‘Kegel’. Just as I was about to push the egg out from the side, she brought my hand to her belly.

Beatrice (whispering): ‘From here.’

I reached into her undies and brought the toy out onto her belly button, temporarily placing it there as I fondled the wet slit that was soiling her underwear. Something had kept me teasing her, without inserting any of my fingers into her. I just kept vibrating on her clit, accumulating more juices and moans.

Proceeding to stick her hand into my shorts, my dick was warm to her palm, but more importantly, it was harder than ever. Going on to strip my shorts off, I did the same for her panties and we were bare waist-down in no time. I must say things are about to get messy if we did not hold back.

Me: ‘Trici, I can’t. It’s not right.’
Beatrice: ‘You know I was adopted right?’
Me: ‘They told you?’
Beatrice: ‘I found out.’

She got up abruptly and shifted to a 69 position, lowering her pussy over my mouth to prevent me from further probing. Well, it was more of probing somewhere else than her personal life. As soon as I began licking the dripping wet hole, her mouth devoured my dick and her lips took over the pleasure exchange.

Slight body movements and uncontrollable moans proved hard for us to focus in the little competition, shortening our foreplay when she came from my licking.

She returned to my side and got me to face her, pecking once on my lips with eyes I couldn’t resist.

Beatrice (whispering): ‘It’s your turn to work out.’

I got on my knees and raised one of her legs, where she skilfully brought it close to her chest. Before me, her perfectly shaved pussy was staring at my dick with minute gapping motion. Carefully, I sank my meat into her super soft flesh and it wrapped around me easily, showing no signs of pain or discomfort on her face.

As soon as I was fully parked, the overwhelming tightness stopped me from any actions.

Me (whispering): ‘Relax a little?’
Beatrice (whispering): ‘Wait.. ‘

I felt the tight grip loosening, and I began thrusting into her small body. With me gaining speed on her, she was moaning louder and louder, in the empty house my parents had left for work for. The gently squeezes came stealthily as an orgasm approached, forcing her to jump away as the climax peaked.

The little girl tucked herself into the corner and shivered non-stop, as though she was in shock.

Me: ‘Hey, are you alright?’
Beatrice (whispering): ‘Yeah.. it’s just.. my first time receiving a vaginal orgasm.. Sorry if I scared you.. ‘

Concerned overcame my lust and I patted her till she was better. Expecting her to return to her room, she crawled to the centre of the bed, and waited for me in doggie.

Me: ‘You are not going to sleep?’
Beatrice: ‘Huh? We just got started right?’

I sighed through my nose with a grin and stopped behind her bouncy ass, letting her grind on me till I was back to the ‘normal’ size. Having lesser time to sleep, I pushed my way between her pussy and got her to hold onto the pillow.

Beatrice: ‘J! It’s so deep! I love it.’

Regaining my energy, I pounded her rear till my hips ached, but nothing slowed me down. Her body rose and dropped as I made small adjustments to the angles, ensuring I covered ever spot that I could reach. Then, another orgasm came but the phrase she screamed out, ‘keep going!’, well.. kept me going.

Her voice got softer and her body felt weaker, yet the mind-blowing tightness did not relax one bit. Her body was speaking on behalf of her, for more.

I laid down on the bed and she sat on her feet, pussy still keeping half of me inside. Once she felt ready, I showed her the high speed twerking(?) hip thrusts and the results were instant. A long, deep groan was all I could hear before she collapsed face down after a full minute. That move alone took all of my strength and a part of me was glad she was knocked out.

Getting off the bed, I shifted her body to lie in a more comfortable position, before sitting next to her lifeless form. Her hand feebly reached around my waist and took my cock in her hand, playing with it as she sobered up.

Beatrice: ‘I’m not good enough for your cum?’
Me: ‘I was reserving it for breakfast.’

That was the least offending, cheeky sounding, excuse I could come up with. The real reason I couldn’t cum, was cause she IS my cousin. My dick would go super sensitive, numb, disinterested, but stayed hard due to the motions. It was a mental barrier between us.

She awakened after a couple of minutes and climbed off the bed, put her panties on and kneeled before me.

Beatrice: ‘I’m sorry you couldn’t cum after giving me all those orgasms. You’re actually the guy I want to be with.’
Me: ‘Huh? Umm.. It’s okay. You should rest now. We can talk tomorrow.’

Suddenly, her head just went between my legs and took my dick in her mouth. Trying to push her away just made her bite at the base of my dick, holding me hostage till she got what she wanted. Once she realised I was helpless in her mouth, her tongue came in contact with my dick and she began sucking me.

She wasn’t that skilful at it, given her age. But the signals came when she went deep throat on me, and took my hands behind her head. There was no gag reflex.

Beatrice: ‘Fuck my mouth till you cum. If not I’ll jump on you when auntie and uncle (my parents) are around.’

I firmly held the sides of her head and thrust her mouth at me, jerking a little of my ass to dive it really deep. The wide-open jaws kept her teeth away, allowing me to feel her throat at its best.

Lasting for almost five minutes, it was the most intense conflict of emotions I had ever felt. Still, my body was overpowered by my dick and I was soon at my end.

Me (exclaiming): ‘Trici, here it comes.’

I let go off her head and she took over the rhythm, making long strokes with her tightly-sealed lips down my shaft. On and on she went, till I tapped on her cheeks.

The instant she took my dick out of her mouth, I knew it was going to be my first time doing whatever she was doing. She pumped my dick till the first squirt entered her mouth, and the rest was directed at her face. Dribbling down her cheeks, more squirts caused the excess to flow onto her chest, and into her mouth.

Once the last few shots were blanks, she sucked on my meat straw and I trembled at the over-sensitive dick head.

Beatrice: ‘J, you taste nice. And it warms my face.’

Her eyes were closed when she said that, and a few pieces of tissue paper were placed at her chin when she got up. We went for a quick rinse together and it was nothing short of teasing and foreplay inside.

Thereafter, we went back into my room and she slept soundly, hand accidentally resting on my dick and my hand on her boob under her shirt. Since that day, she had been visiting my place after school as it was nearby, completing her homework before we commenced our ‘yoga’ session behind closed doors.

After a year of incestuous activities, plus normal dates we went on, her parents linked our closeness to a possibility that we could actually be together. As of now, everyone in the family was glad we were together, instead of some other guys she could be with.

After all, who else can be a better person to take care of my aunt’s daughter? What a weird thing our families have accepted..

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The Tied-Up Girl

Upon entering the room, she pulled her pink collared shirt off and wriggled out of her jeans. A quick move tied her hair into a ponytail and she stood in front of the cupboard, where I kept all the goodies.

Me: ‘Hands first.’

She stuck both her wrists out and let me fasten them together with a homemade strap. She then sat at the bed and raised her feet to me, where they were tied together with the similar contraption, allowing a little more distance between her feet so she could still walk without falling over.

As the cane was retrieved from above the shelf, she tucked her fringe behind her ears and reached for my tiny shorts, undoing them as fast as she could. Without a second wasted, her mouth went over my dick, though I assumed they smelled a little from the day of housework.

She began sucking dutifully, exactly the mood I had been training her for. The young poly graduate, whom I made friends with around my place. A part of her was already accustomed to obeying orders, except that it was more of a sexual adventure I led her on.

Almost a couple of minutes later, she slowed down from tiredness and I simply grabbed her ponytail, shoving her head into my crouch at the pace I liked. She was gagging here and there, but there wasn’t any real struggle to break free.

As she was feeding on my meat, I reached for a dildo in the same drawer and enjoyed her mouth for a while more before I let her catch her breaths.

Sticking the suction base onto a clear acrylic plate, I placed the toy on the floor surrounded by a faux sheep skin. She knew what to do and kneeled on the furry ground, before leaning backwards onto the toy.

The little space between her legs helped when the toy gained a gasp from her, signalling me that it was going inside her.

Me: ‘Ride on it for a while. I’m going to make a sandwich for you.’

Moans continued out of the room as I went into the kitchen, preparing a quick meal for her to be eaten after the bedroom activities.

Moments later, I returned to her, and there she was, sitting still on the toy.

Girl: ‘I came twice already.’

Me: ‘Good. Onto the bed.’

Tying two ropes, one each of the cuffs, she was secured to the bed without any means of escape. This part was something new, one that she had never expected me to torture her with. In between a harmless looking book, I withdrew a feather. And right before I used it on her, I slipped a vibrator into her pussy and kept it on.

I laid beside the innocent looking girl without a doubt at my actions, and proceeded to tickle her as the vibrator spent her energy from orgasms. Struggling and flipping onto her side, her body could not contain the mixed reactions from the pleasure and the erotic tickles.

Girl: ‘Mister.. I can’t take it anymore.’

Me: ‘Did you cum?’

Girl: ‘Yes Mister. Yes.’

I stopped with the feather-play and let the vibrator buzz for a while more, before yanking it out of her.

Me: ‘Turn over and raise your ass.’

I released a little more rope for her to accomplish that and she had her ass up. With some work, I pushed an anal plug into her, where she couldn’t escape but fidgeted a little. I removed my shorts and laid over her legs, dick aimed at her pussy.

Me: ‘Like the plug? Find my dick and put it inside yourself.’

Girl: ‘Yes Mister.’

The Malay girl quietly shifted her body back till she felt the tip of my dick, continuing to adjust her butt till I was at her secret runway, smooth smooth runway.

Girl: ‘Mister.. ‘

I smiled obliviously to her back and helped myself in, with a tiny bit of juices that hid how naughty she had been. Regaining my balance, I began to stroke her innards, from a slow to a maintainable tempo. The girl I picked up had been a quiet one, and even now, she was just breathing loudly instead of making any noise.

She was like a toy I could have fun with without her going anywhere, and best of all, at her own willingness. Soon, I became the one in her control as she playfully made small squeezes, telling me that she was alright and enjoying herself.

Me: ‘I’m going to cum in a while. Where today?’

Girl: ‘I get to choose Mister?’

Me: ‘Yes. Cause you’ve been good.’

I took a break to let her answer clearly, and she thought for a while before telling me her choice.

Girl: ‘I.. can Mister release it inside me?’

I freed her arms and legs from the bed, and she turned herself over to face up. Her cuffed hands went over her feet and she held her legs together, a scene I had never seen her doing even when I let her be.

Girl: ‘Mister.. this position can? Sorry for asking.’

My hands went behind to her breasts and massaged them while I resumed thrusting, where she became a little more open and moaned. That cute expression of hers trying to hold it in but unable to, I almost treated her normal.

Pumping fiercely into her, I rode for the last lap till my cum exited. I did not tell her anything, but she could feel it and a little forced frown totally let me experienced her tightness. I couldn’t stop myself from unloading till every bit was out, and smiles appeared on her face.

After I pulled out, she waited for me to free her, which I did. Leading me into the showers, she cleaned me up before herself and wore a fresh set of clothing, appearing even more decent with an oversized knit with a set of short shorts hidden underneath, along with the butt plug that was still inside.

Girl: ‘Mister, I am leaving now. Can I come by tomorrow?’

Me: ‘Sure. I’ll be waiting for you here. And prepare a little present for you too.’

Girl: ‘I can still feel you swimming inside me Mister. See you!

She left happier, with a little impressions on her wrists and ankles. And a sandwich in her hand.