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Present Participle

Although you had always allowed, and even encouraged me to ‘go out’ with guys, I always have my reservations about what, or how you really feel about it. I may not completely understand the appeal of seeing your own girl sleep with other men, but I am no stranger to fantasies of having another man’s cock in my pussy.

Despite how many times I have tried to organise one, I found myself losing interest as quickly too, partly because you were indifferent about participating, though I really wanted you to. In my mind, I just have that ringing thought, or rather, ‘inspiration’, that – your birthday, somehow seemed to be a good, and appropriate time to do such a thing. You wanted ‘memorable’, right?

There was always someone I had in mind, and that person, was in a way, conflicting, yet, possibly helpful, if I can get myself in the right mind. A good analogy, would be something along the lines of psychotherapy, perhaps facing my own fears, or coming to terms with my past.

I guess I needed you to know, that a lot of things, history and emotions, went through my mind before I had even texted him, but I know how meaningless that (thinking about it) really is, and there was only one way to find out.

With all my courage, I dropped him a text, asking him if he wanted to meet, and relive the old days – one last time. At that point in time, I didn’t care if I appeared needy, scheming, or even weak, because I was really more interested in what was going through his mind.

(He replied) ‘Sure. Studio M?’

That hotel, was one we had visited before, and was pleasant enough that I had no reason not to say ‘no’ to. So, we further set a date and time, to see each other there, perhaps for our last time.

On the actual day, I showed up in that tight, black dress which never failed to get him hard, especially when it keeps riding up my butt. Upon meeting me, we gave each other a customary hug and proceeded upstairs, completely overwhelmed by the emotions we once had for each other.

In the lift, standing at such close proximity to him, there were frankly quite a number of things I wanted to do to him. First, a hard slap, then, a kiss that ends with a bite, then, more kissing to take away the pain, and lastly, a continuous, playful squeeze of his groin until we reached our floor.

But thankfully, we did none of that. He just kept his distance until I put my arm around his, officially breaking the ice for him to hold me by my waist.

Once we entered the hotel room, I pushed him into the toilet and pinned the door shut while I set my phone up for video-recording, only dashing off for a few seconds to reach a dark, discreet corner. When I finally let him out, my bra and thongs were folded and placed neatly on the table, instead of staying under my dress.

To be unfair, I didn’t give him any time to react and just dragged him to the study table after that, where I went on my knees, and began sucking him off in the most affectionate manner. Maintaining eye contact with his expressionless face, I couldn’t help but thanked you mentally, for being so engaging, responsive, and most importantly, appreciative of simple acts like sucking you off. Despite my senses being physically present in the same room as him, I could still hear your arousing, helpless groans as I executed the same maneuver for this other man to experience.

About fifteen minutes into the oral sex, I felt the familiar, micro-tremors in my mouth and we both knew exactly what was going to happen. I loosened my lips around his girth and continued pushing my lips as far down as I could go, midway fondling his balls until his hips buckled and filled my mouth full of cum. I was unsure if it was habitual, but I swallowed his load without hesitation, or flinching my eyes.

Once I was done ingesting his first load, I climb on top of him and pull my dress off, flashing my long-lost, G-cups for him to grope to his heart’s delight. Since I was straddling him, I could more or less, tell if he was ready. But for the time he wasn’t, I made sure to smother him with my lips, moaning and sighing in kisses as he played with my breasts.

In little time, I felt his bulge pushing itself into my lower-lips and I promptly plopped him inside. Three-seconds, was all I took before I progressed to the crazy-cowgirl ride, bouncing up and down hard on his cock. Spanking me like he used to do, I was just surprised to detect tiny, little gasps happening in my pussy. It was a mixed element of surprise, and pain, which didn’t feel bad at all.

Motivated by sheer pleasure and my dominance over him, I remained mostly tight for the whole ride, stretching his stamina out over fifteen minutes before he began convulsing again.

Seeing his pitiful, helpless face, I slammed my hips even harder over his cock and kept my eyes peeled as he took his last breath, before he sank into the sheets like a deflated balloon. Though the ‘air’ was just his cum pumping freely into my pussy.

Unlike in the past, I didn’t have to worry making a mess, or babies. You have ensured my safety for our sake. I dismounted him and went straight for my phone, while he laid there drained of any strength. I was so ready to send you our video once I finished connecting to the hotel’s WiFi.

(He asked) ‘Are you staying the night?’

No, I wouldn’t miss your birthday for anything in the world.

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The Hungry

‘I’m not wearing anything under the sweater and tights.’

Those very words, that Maeve has whispered into my ears on the ferry, were made more unbearable when she put my hand between her thighs, in the taxi, to show me how wet she already was. Skipping the unimportant details of checking in, I was so close to losing my mind when we were finally granted some privacy in our hotel room.

Like the well-prepared gentleman I was, it was just part of my routine to get everything in place, and both of us comfortable, before anything begins. But unlike me, Maeve was less bothered by my perspiration when she started ‘tearing’ at my shorts, stripping my bottoms off quicker than I could whip my camera out.

(Maeve asked) ‘Is it on?’

‘Ye.. Yes!’

At once, her mouth went straight over my cock and left me exasperated as my mind faded to a blank, half-worrying if she was still in the camera frame. Drifting in and out of sheer-pleasure, I struggled to put the camera on a tripod before my hands were finally free, to hold onto her double-plaids she had done specially for me.

Pulling on her hair with minimal force, Maeve did most of the work maintaining my europhic tremors, along with the breathless groans of relief on every slow, downward stroke. Combining that slippery, hot blowjob with a rhythmic, opposing handjob, she had perfectly replicated the sensation of her vagina, made better with the occasional mind-blowing suction on the dick head.

By the time she got tired, I was mostly drained of any life, but enough to keep an erection going. I was brought to the bed next, placed on my back, and before I knew it, she was already on top of me.

Sliding my saliva-coated cock haphazardly into her pussy, not a single second was wasted once she started riding me. Bouncing, rocking, and twerking her hips to her delight, I was really just writhing and squirming to the unbelievable ease of my cock slipping in and out of her.

My desperate groans and hoarse moans, seemed to only spur her on as she moved even faster, neglecting any sense of goodness that I should be feeling, in place for her inevitable, rightful reward.

In less than five minutes, I was so wasted that my mind was all over the place, made worse by my erection that was still going strong for her to ride her mind out on. When I was halfway into unconsciousness, I finally felt the orgasm coming and could do nothing else, but groan the warning call out loud before unloading my whole load, into the unsatiable girl who was still milking for more.

(Maeve asked) ‘Can I.. Cum with you.. Inside?’

My respond couldn’t matter when she was already rubbing one out herself, squeezing and pinching my expended member multiple times until she came on her own. Our sweaty bodies then laid close to each other for a long while before she filled the tub up, for me to rest in until I was ready to go again.

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Ultra-woman

I think we all know what a ‘sub’ is, being someone who is ‘obligated’ to, within reasonable limits, obey all instructions given by her ‘dom’. And I guess we also can imagine those couples dedicated enough to push themselves right up to the edge. Things like degradation, mild punishment, use of demeaning terms, won’t be too far off too.

But this girl, this short, small-sized undergrad with decently-proportionate bosoms and rumps, was clearly on another level. Although unverifiable, I could tell with high certainty that she must have gone through some shit – for me to write so extensively about her.

When we met for the first time, I had an understanding that it was an opportunity for us to hang out, spend some time together, and see if we could get along. Although I was properly dressed in t-shirt and jeans, I was still worried about ‘ruining her image’ if she had shown up in something classier.

It wasn’t until later when I recognised her from the crowded escalator, did my heart skipped a beat knowing that she would be more comfortable than me in a spaghetti top and high-waisted, FBT shorts.

The ‘date’ was honestly, unremarkable at best. We settled for dinner at McD, which can be quite novel depending on how you look at it, and had share some fun details on our lives before we went to catch a movie.

The movie we picked wasn’t anything hot or new, so everyone, or couples, was able to find some rows or corners to themselves. It was because of the sparse seating arrangement that we could continue talking, albeit in whispers while the show went on.

It couldn’t be helped when some scenes got too loud for us to hear even ourselves and so we would just turn our attention to the big screen until it was quiet again. Up till that point, I was pretty stoked to know that I could still be of interest to another human being. That was indeed, a good feeling.

As we went quieter and focused on the show, she coyly pulled up the armrest between us and leaned into my chest, tucking herself comfortably in. Since it was happening in the dark, I didn’t mind being of some use to her and held her close.

(She whispered) ‘Do you want me to suck you?’

(Confident that I had misheard her, I whispered my answer) ‘Sure.’

The next thing I know, she had undone my zipper and was whipping my cock out when I asked her to repeat her question again. And no, I didn’t hear her wrong. She gently pried my hand away and resumed unhiding my cock, fearlessly letting it stand tall while she bunned her hair up.

Within seconds, my cock was in her mouth and she was really good at it. Her tongue went all over the place and my toes never uncurled. Cramping inner thighs, clenched fists, gapping mouth, rolled eyes, toes curled, I could literally see flashes of black and white shooting within my fluttering eyes.

Her lips, although they didn’t move far from the base of my cock, delivered the most intense euphoria I ever experienced. Her swiping, sweeping tongue, tickled every inch of my skin that I wanted her there forever. She went at it tirelessly until I felt bad for her, and finally stopped her crazy onslaught of pleasure.

(She whispered) ‘Was it good?’

(I replied breathless) ‘Fucking good.. ‘

Out of courtesy, I asked if I could touch her and she just leaned back into her seat, adjusting the centrepiece of her shorts to one side for my access. We returned to our ‘normal’ sitting angle while I kept one hand over her pussy, rubbing and toying with her clit endlessly. Never once did she initiate or stop me from doing anything to her, and so it was only a matter of time before fingers started disappearing into her.

Without any signals from her, I just teased her until the bad guys were defeated, marking the end of the movie, and fun, for both of us. My wrinkled fingers came out of the light-headed, mesmerised-looking girl and we just laughed our earlier crazy ‘exchange’ off.

We chatted heartily all the way to her void deck where she then made a request for me to send her up. There was no way I would shy away from that, especially when it could be the last time I see her.

As soon as the lift door closed, she reached under her top and unclasped her bra, pulling it out with a sigh of relief. And to top that off, with five seconds left in the lift, she popped the golden question. Yes, her.

‘Can I suck you off properly this time?’

‘Ok. But am I allowed to please you too?’

‘Of course.’

We skipped so suspiciously happily to the stairwell and she freeed my bells and whistle again, ‘blowing’ on it as soon as it came into sight. Knowing that she didn’t have an upper time-limit, I kept my eyes on her every move to fully appreciate her effort, and at the same time learnt that she too, was closely monitoring my every physical response.

After five or so mind-blowing minutes, I helped her up and she politely asked what position I wanted her in.

‘Doggystyle.’

She leaned over the railing, stuck her ass out, and arched her back down. It was, from my perspective, the ideal, core-supported stance I could ever imagined. I took my spot behind her and slid my cock right into her juiced-up pussy, unleashing my monster in a steady, rhythmic pace.

(I groaned) ‘Why.. are you wet.. already?’

(She moaned) ‘I.. I just get wet when.. whenever I come in.. contact with a dick.. ‘

Her slippery vaginal walls were on one hand, a joy to shove my cock through, and on the other, unforgiving in over-stimulating the raw nerves on my dick head.

No more than five minutes later, I was grunting and writhing, only for her to assure me that it was ok. We slowed down to an awkward stop and she very gently led me to a wall, where I leaned on with my knees ‘half-bent’ at her request.

She then went on her knees the second time and took me into her mouth again. This time, she moved faster and harder, perfectly replicating the life-changing sensation of her pussy. To that, there were no better indicators than my ego-crushing orgasm, filled with loud gasps and desperate pleas to no one as my balls were vacuumed dry.

(While she panted) ‘You didn’t hold my head.’

‘No I didn’t. I wouldn’t know how to do it safely at your speed.’

A smile then broke across her face as she laid her gorgeous brown her down, pulling my hand along to join her (to sit) on the steps. It was at that location where she shared more of her sexual history, mainly exes whom weren’t afraid to break her in return for their ‘ultimate’ pleasure.

Public sex in cars, staircases, park benches, pavilions, void decks, cinemas, changing rooms, toilets, clubs, were no stranger to her. Getting slapped, punched, pinched, choked, whipped, tied up, peed on, doodled on, photographed, shamed, cuckold, loaned, swapped, were also not too uncommon for her.

By then, I was the one feeling so broken that I just held her in my arms for a long time, patting her back and kissing her forehead while repeatedly telling her that those days are over. I had no idea how my impromptu prep-talk went since we only remained as flings, until she met someone worth making love to.

It was the sex we had during our short fling, that showed me how broken she was, when she became the one requesting me to ‘rape’, ‘hurt’, and ‘berate’ her. Things did get better towards the end, but definitely not gone before we broke contact.

If you are reading this, I hope you are in a better place now.

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Cum-sharing

‘Oh my god Ginny.. what are you doing here so early?’

While it was one thing to see distant-but-familiar faces on the morning of my birthday, it was another, to see a barely-legal, teenage girl jumping around excitedly in front of my door. Since I mentioned ‘teenage’, it also meant that she was fashionably dressed too, in a black spaghetti top with lace-lined trims, and a pair of high-waisted denim shorts.

(Ginny exclaimed) ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY J! I just wanted to be the first person to wish you happy birthday – in person. And also give you your present before anyone. Quick, put this on!’

‘Are you going anywhere far?’

‘Nope! Just a few floors up where I kept your present.’

‘Haha. I hope it’s not really that big.’

Without wasting more of her time, I put on the blindfold and let her bring me into the lift, went up or down a few floors, before walking up two flights of stairs. At that point, I have to admit that I no longer knew where I was, though certain we were still within the building.

After she put my hands behind my back, placed me against a metallic ladder, did I realise where we really were – on the top-most floor below the roof.

‘Keep your hands there.. wait.. wait.. ‘

Whatever the surprise was, it was either a very lame gift, a very absurd present, or a ton of people on the other side of my blindfold. While my mind wandered further and further, I felt her hands against my arms again. And suddenly – ziiippppp

At once, I knew I was zip-tied, to no other than the ladder behind me. Following that crazy stunt, my boxers then dropped to my ankles before a pair of soft, cold fingers went around my cock-blocked-cock.

‘Hey hey hey.. what are you doing? I think this is going a bit too.. too.. ahhhh.. ahhhh.. ‘

One by one, my words floated away as her mouth began sucking on my flaccid cock. As to how I know it was (still) her, I could recognise her faint moaning voice as a result of breathing with a dick in her mouth. No balls or foreskin was left unturned as her lips reached farther down my shaft, until she was gagging.

By the time she ‘let me go’, warm saliva were literally dripping off my balls.

(Ginny asked breathlessly) ‘Ready for part two?’

‘What can I.. ‘

Giving up my futile response, her butt was next to come in contact with me, and yes, you guessed it. I was brought straight into her pussy and fucked backwards without a care. Even when my knees gave way and I tumbled onto the ground, she just went on her knees and continued fucking me, though I did thrust my hips for a few minutes while she was overwhelmed by her orgasms.

Things were beginning to get monotonous for us until pair of lips went right smack over mine, igniting a passionate, deep french kiss while I was helped onto my feet. The kissing lasted for as long as it took Ginny to replace my cock into her mouth, and also for my girlfriend’s body, whom I recognised through her lips, to start ‘jerking’ in a suspicious manner.

There was no need for me to guess what Maeve (my girlfriend) was up to once she whispered into my ear that she was getting fucked, to make my fantasy come true at the same time she was living her ‘dream’ – of seeing me getting pleasured by another girl. As we made out and got high to the dick and pussy of other people, she slowly peeled my blindfold off, to let me see the short queue behind her.

According her intermittment confession, they are all given permission to dump their D&D-free cum inside of her. As for me, the only request she had for me was that make full use of Ginny, as long as I cum inside her (my girlfriend), no matter mouth or pussy.

Once the five men were done with their work, we joined one of them in his 6-seater, driving up to a secluded spot of greenery for Ginny to express her sexual lust for me in its entirety. Maeve, on the other hand, sucked and stroked the ‘driver’ for entertainment while awaiting my cum, to satisfy her hunger where they call.

After the sun went down, the three of us, Ginny, Maeve and I, went for a dinner to thank G for her contribution, while Maeve broke another piece of news to us.

(Maeve sternly said) ‘So, I have already given permission to Ginny to meet you whenever she wants, and you can make it, but I want to extend that gesture to you too. But that doesn’t mean you go to her everytime you feel like having sex ok? I still want to please little J as often as you allow me to. That said, I guess you can cum wherever convenient when you’re with Ginny. As long as both of you take the necessary precautions ok?’

(Ginny gratefully said) ‘Sis.. I’m never going to take him away from you. I will always ask you along whenever it happens, and be more than happy for you to join in. But I can promise you.. he will be in good hands.’

(Maeve giggled) ‘Hehe. I’m so happy about this arrangement. Shall we head up now?’

(I asked) ‘Head up? Here?’

‘Uh.. Yes? I booked a room for the three of us! There’s still about.. three hours before your birthday is over? Let’s not waste any more time.’

That night, we went crazy on each other and fucked and sucked our morales away. The last thing we remembered was my two ‘accomplishments’. The first being, my tireless effort to cum at least once in both their pussies and mouths. And the second, as the girls’ first ‘all-out,girl-on-girl makeout’ sesh spurred by my spontaneous attempt to finger them while they laid side-by-side.

One to fuck, one to marry, what else can top that?

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Car Vibes

‘Open your mouth.’

Unsure of why I reacted so blindly to that, I was mostly glad that it was a huge mouthful of Filet O’ Fish that I tasted. In my alcohol-laden, heavy-minded state, I was warned not to lay my hands on any of the food, lest I slipped or dropped something in the back of the car.

Laying uselessly like a good-for-nothing king, I did felt like a fish at one time, as all I had to do was open and close my mouth, while being fed. My heavy eyelids were slowly going down until I accidentally bit her finger, which happened a few more times until she ‘angrily’ reciprocated the same ‘pain’ – except that she ‘sucked’ more than ‘hurt’.

With my mind unconsciously drifting to one, dangerous spot, my shorts were getting uncomfortably ‘crowded’. It didn’t take long for her to run a hand down my belly, unclasped my belt, and broke my food bump out for a breather.

Her hand, continued southward until she was in my boxers, fingers stealthily ensnaring my rising manhood. I turned my head to look at her and all I saw was a smittened, cheeky grin, before I groaned in pain as she made a cringing face.

Keeping all the words to ourselves, her head disappeared out of my sight and the next thing I felt was an overwhelming jolt of pleasure, warmth and moisture channeling down my cock as her lips trailed along my shaft.

The following minutes consisted purely of my breathless gasps, agonising groans, and erratic writhing, leaving me more drained than satisfied of everything that happened. Once she was done with me, she moved herself into my chest and let me put my arms around her, even going as far as under her tube top, where a pair of B cups awaited my caress.

After a brief, fingers-to-nipples play, I brought my hand to her thighs where it faced zero resistance on its path up her denim skirt. Of all the underwear I was anticipating, like cotton, lace, or even a thin g-string, there was nothing like that underneath.

Nothing but a warm, moist slit waiting for my touch.

A single, middle finger slipped right through the wet folds and hit her clit immediately, triggering a mini-shiver that forced her legs shut.

(She whimpered) ‘I don’t want your fingers inside.’

As soon as she completed her sentence, she leaned forward onto her hands and went into doggystyle, save for the part where she lowered her body as close to the seat to maximise my maneuverable space.

‘Ok. I get it now.’

I laid on top of her with one foot on the floorboard and guided my cock right into her pussy, facing some unbelievable tightness that I had to ‘push through’. Once we got over the initial discomfort/ ache, it was an all-out carnage after that. Slamming and pounding her tiny ass relentlessly, she was moaning her lungs out as I was coping with the counterproductive tension inside of her.

Because her labia, or whatever the outermost opening was called, was the only narrow part, it basically acted like a cock-ring, restricting any backflow that might ‘shrink’ my cock. With a humongous erection bigger than my normal, she was darting in and out of consciousness as I banged her harder.

‘J.. J.. AAAA!! I.. I CAN’T.. NNNGGHHHHH.. ‘

Suddenly, she went into a forceful, uncontrollable fit that shook her to the point she could no longer compose herself. Similar to a fish on dry land, she flopped around until her strength abruptly disappeared, for me to regain my rightful position inside of her again.

She achieved two more orgasms that were more or less normal, and was once again thrown into confusion as I expended my remaining energy for my very own climax. Raising her (movable) leg outward as far as possible (like a frog’s leg), I made sure to drill deep and fast into her while resisting her pulsing vagina.

No more than two minutes later, my cock flopped out of her cunt and every urge (of mine) disappeared at once, for a good reason one way or another, too.

The spiteful little fighter then dragged me by my legs to place me under her chest, spread my knees wide apart, and devoured my cock with a flinch. This time, I grabbed hold of her head and fucked her face in increasing ferocity, until she proved capable to sustain a deep-throat.

It was that and there I poured my balls of cum down her throat, missing all her taste receptors that would only get their share when she licked me clean.

Staying pantyless and disheveled for the rest of the drive to my home, we managed to go for another round, in missionary this time. More emotions, more lust, more perspiration, and definitely more cum – going into her.

Truth to be told, that was the main reason she bought a car of her own.