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Pet Student or Teacher

Ying: ‘J, see me after your CCA ends.’

That was all she told me when the bell rang after school. I didn’t anyone would imagine that a Math teacher would actually hook up with her student but I was wrong. It all started two weeks ago, it was during a break at my CCA when I went into the staff toilet, as it was single cubicle and was most conducive for doing ‘big’ business.

When she saw me through the mirror, I was behind her as she zipped her dress and her bra and panties were hanging on the sink. It was that time when she pulled me into the toilet and asked me not to tell anyone that she went braless and pantyless in school. At that age, I didn’t even think of spreading such rumours but the fact I was a normal guy, gave me a hard on which she saw immediately when I placed my feet together to loosen the groin part of the pants.

What she did next was unbelievable to this date, even though we had progressed much further. She let her dress drop to the ground and squatted in front of me, helping me remove my pants like a mother stripping her little boy. I did not initiate anything and she just took it into her own hands, both my dick and my fate. A few minutes of jerking later, she actually went down on me and sucked me till I came.

It was then I knew, she was much more deeper than just a teacher who felt threatened when her student saw her naked. There was something in her that made her lust for younger guys.

Back to that CCA day, I ended at 5.30pm, and rang her up at the school’s music room. She asked me to wait for five minutes before going to the staff toilet, at level 4, the highest floor of our school. I went up as instructed and knocked lightly before the locked undid itself. Walking in quickly, I did not want anyone to spot me.

There she was, only known as ‘Ying’ to protect her identity, seated on the toilet in a laced black dress that could be seen through into her nude figure. There was no way anyone could imagine her sexy slim figure from the modest clothes she wore during class.

I stood in front of her after hanging my bag on the door and she removed my pants for me. I fumbled in the side pockets of my bag for something she requested and a sparkle shone in her eyes when she saw the silver package. Since our little fling in the toilet started, she had been confiding in me about how a condom would turn her on, as if her body was dying to use it. Today, I brought it for her and she couldn’t wait to get started.

Bending her back down at my dick, she took it in her mouth without hesitating and made slurping sounds as she sucked it deep. My mind was in a blank state whenever she did it and her tongue would just roam all over my skin, rubbing each of my sensitive spots with her slippery tongue.

I reached down her neck to fondle her boobs and she was going down faster when I pinched on them. Given how young I was then, I did not really know how to satisfy a woman but she was more keen in showing me the pleasure of blowjob. Perhaps that was what got me addicted to it.

Once she felt that I was big enough, she stopped what she was doing and went over to the basin, where she bent her chest near to the mirror and I handed her the condom. She held it with two fingers at her pussy and I moved my dick towards her. Her clasp on the rubber relaxed as it rolled down my shaft, letting my dick pierce into her a little at a time. Soon, the condom was in place and I was inside, the warm, wet, deprived hole.

Wasting no more time, I held her waist and rammed hard at her, watching her orgasmic expression in the mirror. Whenever I slowed down to delay my climax, she would be fucking me by thrusting her butt backwards, like pleading me not to leave her idle. On and off, I went fast at her till she was pushing me back against the strong wooden door, grinding me as I took a rest.

Ying: ‘Let’s go to the toilet bowl.’

She hurried off to take her seat and opened her legs wide, rubbing her clit while I made my way over. Doing a half-squat, I sent my dick into her deeply and the strong force caused her to moan louder. This time, I knew it was time to end our fun and went all out, pounding her with my energetic stamina which was given by the PE lessons. Her hands warmed my cheeks and occasionally brought me to kiss her, making her feel young again.

Her legs went around me just as I felt her pussy squeezing down on me and her body went into a small shiver as she gasped.

Ying (whispering): ‘You’re so big!’
Me (whispering): ‘Ying, you look sexy in this position.’

She gave me a naughty grin and asked me to pull out. Left standing against the wall, she remained seated and went down on me again, licking it like a sweating lollipop. Her blowjob was as good as the first time, driving my mind numb with lust as her tongue swirled around the tip of my cock.

Her speed increased along with her fingers in her pussy and I was about to cum after five minutes. She brought me to the side of her head and her mouth was sort of milking me sideways (my groin at her ear). It was a totally different feel and my body gave in easily in that new angle.

The big splash happened in her mouth but from my view, nothing seemed to be happening. I was groaning and messing her hair as she kept teasing my pee hole, spilling more cum into her mouth. She finally stopped disturbing me after I told her I was empty and she cleaned me up with her tongue in the most obedient manner, covering her saliva over every corner to collect the semen into her mouth.

The satisfied teacher stood in front of me and swallowed, cleaning her mouth with some water before making out with me. Suddenly, I felt like a sex toy when her lips went berserk on my face, like she was forcing herself on me. We ended our session when her phone rang and a lovey dovey conversation went on while I got dressed.

Me: ‘Your boyfriend?’
Ying: ‘Yeah. He is in the carpark.’

She wore her clothes back and gave me a little performance, finally requesting me to zip her dress up for her. Still braless and panty-less, she left the toilet before me and went down the steps.

After that day, I did not know what was driving her to horny and became her pet student in class. Sure, a few girls who liked me got jealous as I spent more time with Ying than hanging out with them after school, but two of them did something far more than just confessing and daringly declare their liking for me to the rest of the class.

I shall leave that for the next upcoming story.

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Industrial Work

Stella: ‘Eh don’t. Please can see us.’
Justin: ‘Relax lah. No one stays this late at work one.’

They were smoking at the corridor of an industrial building, where it seemed abandoned every day after 6pm. Few would stay later than that but practically none would work past 9pm. For Justin, it was about finishing his work for the next day and his boss had no issues with him coming in late as long as all the deadlines were met.

That day, he had invited his 17 year old girlfriend, Stella, who was studying in an ITE, to his workplace where they could smoke in peace. Wearing the standard white blouse and a pair of black skirt, it was always his fantasy to be doing her in her uniform. In fact, all her friends wore skirts of the similar length, driving his mind wild whenever she brought him out for gatherings.

Standing behind her, he had his arms around her waist and playfully squeezing her boobs outside her shirt. From their position, they could keep an eye on the entrance where the security post was, and the guard sleeping on his revolving chair. Although she was resisting, he knew she would give in as there was no signs of danger. Working with a bunch of horny male engineers actually helped when they told him the CCTVs around the whole estate was live footage, without any recording function.

Slowly, her buttons pop opened and his hands slipped over her neck into her bra, toying with those soft nipples in his fingers. In no time, Stella was moaning to his strong fingers and her hand went behind to check on his readiness. Unzipping his pants, her hand easily entered and the netted underwear surprised her. He had wore it specially for that day knowing she was visiting, and it further turned her on.

Stella (whispering): ‘Want me to remove my skirt?’
Justin: ‘Nope. I’ll just take off your panties for you.’

He pulled her underwear down and it fell to her feet, where she kicked it aside. Feeling his fingers running along her pussy, she stuck her butt out of her squirming body and let him play with it as much as he wanted to. His fingers easily slid into her pussy as it got wetter, and Stella was a step closer to losing control.

Stella: ‘Don’t play with it anymore. Put it in.’
Justin: ‘Don’t want.’

He squatted down at her rear and buried his face in her butt, sticking his tongue out to lash at the dripping cunt of his girl. It was so juicy and rejuvenating as she kept leaking, as though quenching his lust with her bodily fluid, which did not help at all. Justin got up after some licking and was about to pierce into her when she turned around to face him, giving him a kiss before going on her knees.

Holding his dick in place, her mouth took his rod from the tip and her head stayed around the tip, while her lips stimulated the area under his little head. Two minutes of sucking later, he was at his full size and she bent over the railings, spreading her legs to let him have it his way. An inch at a time, he forced his way in carefully but continuously, until her breathing picked up pace and she was so close to moaning.

Like a locomotive train starting on its journey, his hips initiated the fucking protocol, driving his piece of meat in and out of her tunnel. Her moans got louder as he went faster, unintentionally going deeper from the uncontrolled rhythm. Like two bunnies, their bodies were jerking quickly in short stints till the veins on Stella’s hands appeared as she held onto the aluminium rails tightly, with an orgasm inbound that took most of her strength away.

Justin: ‘Turn around.’

She moved as he commanded and let him lift one of her legs onto the railing. For a girl who danced, it was the ideal position to spread her legs even wider and with that, Justin was ramming hard into her pussy as she hugged him tightly. If anyone saw the position they were in, their first guess would be right.

The couple, locked in embrace, had their hips slapping loudly in the darkness and isolation of the block. All that was left was for Justin to cum, because Stella had one too many orgasms for the night. She wrapped her other legs around the hammering boy and squeezed at random intervals, causing Justin to groan in an agonising tone.

Justin: ‘I am cumming. You’re too tight!’

He backed away from her and helped her off the railings carefully, before she grabbed her panties from the floor and wrapped over his dick head. Sucking on her own worn undies, her hand continued to jerk the center part where her mouth did not cover.

In under a minute, his hands dug into her hair and held her still as she relaxed the stretched panties, making it into a little piece of cloth where his cum shot into. Some of his cum got filtered into her mouth but the bigger chunks were saved from ingestion. They let go of each other once he was done and she wiped her mouth with the cleaner part of her panties.

With everything in place, she raised her skirt to her waist and slipped on the panties, smearing his cum over her pussy once it was in place.

Justin: ‘You’re not scared of getting pregnant?’
Stella: ‘It’s just a bit. So no problem.’

Well, problem or not, we won’t know for sure. The couple wore their clothes back and went back to his office, where he packed his belongings and left. With Stella distracting him throughout the journey by masturbating herself and moaning to her heart’s content, I couldn’t wait to find out how many of those condoms in the new box were used at his place.

Wait.. were they really not seen by anyone?

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Enslaved by Lust

This time, she was in an old white t-shirt with a pair of beach shorts, walking with those slender long legs in front of me. I only knew which block she lived in, but nothing more than that. The multiple times we had saw each other, I was always in smart office wear and for her, in shorts and tank top depends if she was going far out or just across the road to buy lunch.

She turned into her lift landing and I continued walking in her direction towards the bus stop, where she give me a head-throw, in the most lian-ish manner while her hands were full.

Girl: ‘Going to work?’
Me: ‘Yeah. Lunch first.’
Girl: ‘You live next block ah?’
Me: ‘Yeah. At the end.’
Girl: ‘I see. Catch up some other time.’

Catch up? I was sure it was her way of saying the lift was here and I headed for work, bearing no thoughts to what she said earlier. Frankly speaking, the aura from her told me that she was towards the ‘ah lian’ side and I just couldn’t imagine myself having a girlfriend like her. Ah well, it was just pointless thoughts.

My day ended at 9pm and when I alighted from the same bus stop I boarded at, she was right there at the void deck, smoking till she saw me in the distance. Quickly stamping out the cigarette butt, she waved at me and I went to her, looking at the long stick she hardly took more than two puffs from.

Me: ‘So wasteful ah.’
Girl: ‘Haha. I don’t want you to see me smoking mah.’
Me: ‘Why not resting at home?’
Girl: ‘Oh.. umm.. here is more windy.’

Windy? Yeah. There wasn’t a single breeze when I stopped at the void deck. She was in the same white shirt but wearing a pair of FBT shorts this time, with a high cutting that showed some of her fair thighs.

Girl: ‘You want to sit down for a while?’

A flinch of my eyelids agreed and I joined her at the table, before taking out my iPad to check for some emails I was waiting for. She took out the box of Lucky Strike and clamped a stick between her fingers, before asking me for permission. Why not? I wasn’t going to stop her or tell her the harmful effects of smoking. She was just so easy to read in her defenceless state.

Girl: ‘You got girlfriend?’
Me: ‘No time lah. Need to work and earn money first.’

A click from her lighter lit the tip where she drew a gentle breath, catching all the idle smoke escaping from her lips into her mouth. There was something about how she smoke that got my attention, like portraying the beauty of how sexy a cigarette can look in the right hands.

Girl: ‘You want?’
Me: ‘No thanks. Don’t have to go home for dinner?’
Girl: ‘No one home also. Or you want to eat.. *cough cough*.. me?’
Me: ‘Eat you?’
Girl: ‘Eat WITH me lah!’
Me: ‘Order Macs can?’
Girl: ‘Anything lo.’
Me: ‘Let’s go to your place?’
Girl: ‘K. But I tell you first ah. It’s messy. Don’t laugh at me.’

I took my iPad and she helped me with my sling bag, taking it for me right to her door step. Her place had this homely smell like childcare centres, but it did not bother me at all. Upon placing all my stuff down, I sat at her couch and she joined beside me to check out the sluggish new menu of the Mcdelivery app. In no time, we placed our order and I paid with my card, not wanting to be delayed with cash or make her fork out a single cent.

She led me into her room using an excuse that there was air conditioning and I followed blindly, only noticing the conditioning unit above the TV when I found the time on the wall clock. Being in a girl’s room was as good as being in a different universe. The smell, comfort, and the hangers with clothes around every possible hanging space, was totally different from a guy’s ‘mess’.

Girl: ‘I go change first.’

She grabbed another old shirt that was longer and left while I asked her for her name. ‘Hannah!’, she shouted outside the door where she changed into a sleazy looking outfit. As though there was nothing below her waist, she joined me on the bed while I continued probing into her life, learning some facts about her work.

The delivery came after thirty minutes and she ran out of the room in front of me, taking the paper bags and walking away from the staring eyes of the delivery man. I could totally understand what he was imagining but that was all he was entitled to.

Hannah: ‘Let’s eat.’

The dinner was finished in a very animalistic manner as we fed hungrily, till she was too full and collapsed on the bed with her legs pointed at me. Well, being a gentleman and putting away the rubbish gave me a look between her legs, and a pair of pink, blue panties greeted me.

Hannah: ‘Come sleep with me.’
Me: ‘Huh!’

She held me by my arms and pulled me over herself, causing me to fall forward over her body and landed face to face with her. A loud gulp from her was like magic, silently waiting for me to pounce. I did not know how to react then and she began unbuttoning my shirt, stripping me in the most arousing way.

Tugging at my belt, she whispered ‘take it off’ and I obeyed easily. I was left in my underwear and she laid still on the bed, giving me a little space beside her waist. Guiding my hand to her crotch, she was sending so much vibe I couldn’t fight my urges anymore. To do or not to do? That was what kept repeating in my head. Could anyone be so lucky so easily?

Her hand went to my underwear and slipped into it effortlessly, holding and stroking it to start my fingers moving over her panties. Like clockwork, my hand rubbed on her pussy and her eyes closed, giving me a good look at how sleeping beauty fell into her own world. With soft moans coming from her, she was teasing the tip of my dick and I automatically removed her panties for her.

Finally, she held my dick in an over-grip and popped the golden question.

Hannah (whispering): ‘Can you fuck me?’

That was it. I had enough of holding myself back. Shifting to her legs, I raised her knees to the sides and let her position my dick with two fingers, like holding a cigarette. Docking myself carefully, her pussy spread so ever.. the word was ‘sensational’. I felt like I was opening a brand new Apple device when I entered, stretching her soft flesh around my hardness, taking breaths away from her gasping mouth.

Hannah: ‘Yes.. yes.. fuck me.’

Wasting no more time, I increased my pace at her and went from a ballet pace to a hip hop one, sliding my dick that felt extra long in and out of her. I made sure to leave every inch covered and rammed her with my might, determined to make good use of the Mcdonald’s we just ate.

Soon, I placed both her knees together and was fucking her so wildly the bed couldn’t stop creaking. Before my eyes, she reached for a drawer and took out a hand-rolled joint, lighting up as her body shivered when an orgasm blew up in her pussy. The first breath she took in rolled her eyes to a white and her moans changed to groans.

Still slamming my butt at her, she suddenly got a surge of energy and flipped herself on fours. Prying one of her ass cheeks open, I knew what she wanted and shoved my dick in one move, throwing her forward, almost hitting the headboard. Both of my hands on her waist, I was pounding the life out of her when I sensed my head spinning from the smoke she was exhaling.

It wasn’t normal cigarette smoke but had something in it. Not wanting to breath in anymore of the unknown substance, I took a deep breath and entered anaerobic state, sprinting my dick at her till she dropped her stick as orgasms flooded her mind. The tightness over my dick told me she was cumming and I kept pumping, extending the single climax into a continuous one.

The girl was convulsing non-stop in my hands and I kept going for another three minutes till I felt my urge coming. Quickly pulling out of her, she slumped onto the bed and picked up the smouldering stick, taking a last puff from it and getting hyped up once again.

Turning to me, she pushed me onto the bed and took my dick in her mouth, engaging a deep throat mouth fuck for a minute before I called out to her that I was cumming. She did not stop sucking and sank her head down, locking her lips near the base of my shaft.

The last straw came from her throat that was contracting to the foreign object and I gave in, firing my thick load into her mouth. Slowly lifting her head up, my sensitive cock kept squirting till she gave a final suck at it from the tip.

Giving my dick a peck, her mouth departed and her hand remained to keep it upright. Rubbing her thumb over the small droplet of sperm dew forming on top, I was breathless and felt a sense of freedom as she fondled my spent rod.

Falling in my arms, she laid still while her hand went to her pussy, masturbating herself while moaning into my ears.

Hannah: ‘Like it?’
Me: ‘It was so crazy. *panting*’
Hannah: ‘Will you do it with me again?’
Me: ‘Of course I will. You are super sexy.’

I brushed her face with the back of my hand and she brought her head to my dick again, sucking the small stud till it grew in her mouth. This time, she went slowly down on it and executed her best moves on me, stirring my dick fully awake with the skilled tongue of hers.

The second load went into her mouth and she swallowed it without hesitation, citing it as a pre-payment for the third round. Well, I didn’t expect to go for the third, but with what she did for me, I couldn’t say no right?

After a long rest, my dick stood up with her playful fingers and I went at her again, this time keeping her in missionary while I rammed my dick deep into her, and making out with her to prevent her from smoking anymore of the drug. The third round went into her mouth and she did not find a need to smoke anymore of that shit, making her glad I was the one to show her that sex was better than anything on earth.

Hannah: ‘I want you to fuck me everyday. Can?’
Me: ‘After work?’
Hannah: ‘Okay! Then can I help you out before work? I want to suck it again.’

So she was a drug-turned-cock addict? Whatever the case was, Hannah is now my little cum dump who willingly enslaved herself to my desires. From then on, she was asking me to do her at various places of our neighbourhood whenever we went for late night suppers or morning ‘walks’.

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Payback Time

Julian: ‘Wah. He bought this skirt for you?’
Layla: ‘No lah. Someone just left this on my doorknob and Jay saw it. Then he wants me to wear this today. So I just wear lo.’

She was chatting with their good friend when her boyfriend had fallen asleep next to her. The three of them had gathered at Julian’s place to drink and play cards, with the loser having to drink till he dropped. Julian had offered them his bed while he sat on the pull-out mattress, right beside the thin girl who was wearing the white skirt that was so short she had flashed herself countless times. The sight of her smoothly waxed pussy had kept him hard throughout the games and his friend did not bother to protect her either.

Layla: ‘I am feeling drunk too. I go sleep first.’

Julian turned off the bedside lamp and waited for her to close her eyes before kneeling next to her body. Placing his hands on her boobs, she was still awake and held him down, before warning him that he should not be doing such things. Seeing his good buddy was stirring in his sleep, he pulled his hand away and Layla knew he stopped.

Suddenly, Jay turned to his Layla and hugged her arm and thigh, spreading and holding her down.

Jay: ‘Let Julian have his fun with you tonight can? He has been taking care of you when I was in lockup.’
Layla (shouting): ‘Huh! I can’t!’

In an instant, Julian reached under her skirt to feel her bare pussy and massaged them while he held her hand down, feeling the struggle slowly disappear as she got turned on. Jay’s unspoken permission drove him wild and Layla knew she had to listen to him too. True enough, Julian had been the one giving money to her while Jay was in jail, and it was time to return some of that favour.

Julian rolled Layla over the edge of the bed and on top of him, before flipping her skirt up to her back.

Julian: ‘Sit over it.’

Seeing that she had only one way out, she sat herself upright and pointed his dick at her pussy, before sitting over his throbbing cock. Slowly, she lowered herself and it pierced into her, filling her pussy with the thick piece of warm meat.

Jay: ‘Be gentle with her ah. I go sleep first.’

With that, he turned himself away from the both of them and let the juicy slurping sounds of her wet pussy milk his friend. Riding Julian mechanically, she was moaning as he toyed with her boobs, bouncing in his palms as her body slammed downwards.

Julian enjoyed seeing how the small girl came whenever he rammed his hips at her and it was a dream come true for him. From the numerous times she had came to him for financial help, she was always wearing those skimpy short skirts or translucent dresses, tempting him to cross the line of betrayal. Tonight, he was allowed to fuck the girl he had showered with care for the longest time and he wasn’t going to waste the chance.

As she slowed down from the tiredness, it was time to switch to a position where his friend could have some fun as well. Bending her over the bed, she was placed facing her boyfriend’s groin, while Julian struggled to insert his dick in the darkness.

Layla lowered her boyfriend’s shorts just enough to let his dick free and took it straight into her mouth when Julian finally found the sweet spot. Jay’s dick entered her mouth at the same time Julian shoved his dick into her. Starting to feel her pussy being mercilessly overwhelmed with pleasure, she sucked Jay excitedly knowing he had fantasised about a threesome for a long time. Soon, Jay was kneeling on the bed with her head thrusting at his balls while his friend pounded her from the rear. Like a symphony in perfect harmony.

The two guys knew the perfect method to switch places and rotated her around, making her lie on the bed while her head protruded out of the bed frame. This time, Jay was slapping his hips on her butt, sinking his dick real deep while she was lying chest down and her mouth was Julian’s, who was groaning as she tried her best to use her tongue to push him to the limit.

The three of them spent a good twenty minutes turning her around a few times, finally getting back to the initial position. Jay had found a nice spot to sit with his girl’s head bobbing over his cock while another dick was thrusting behind her.

Julian: ‘I am cumming!’
Jay (shouting): ‘Eh! Don’t shoot inside her! Pull out pull out.’

Julian was aware of how ‘accidents’ might happen and extracted his dick immediately. He had no plans to impregnate his buddy’s girl anyway. He joined Jay to sit on the bed and let Layla sucked him off, shooting all of his load into her mouth while her hands continued jerking Jay. Next up was Jay, who held her head before his groin and rammed into her mouth for the last lap till every bit was emptied.

With the double load splashed in her mouth and some on her lips, Jay closed her lower jaw and let her swallow all of it. Giving a bro-fist to Julian, he went back to the bed where Layla joined him, letting Julian sleep next to her.

Through the night, Layla was kept awake by the two of them who took turns to finger her till she was so horny that she went on to fuck each of them, alternating between the two guys till they were too tired to continue. The next day, the couple left his place after a round of morning orgy and Julian was allowed to find her if he ever needed ‘help’ to release.

As for Layla and Jay, they went back home for more sex. Turning her into a sex-addict with the toys and bondage equipments he had surprised her with.

Buddies triumph love, or the other way around? That’s for you to decide if you were ever in Jay’s situation.

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The Other Happy Ending

Walking pass the quiet shops under the block, only one remained open and it was those new ‘tui na’ parlour that was quite discreet. Stopping to throw some rubbish into the green bin outside, a young girl walked out in a translucent pink dress and put her empty beer can into the bin which I held opened for her.

Girl: ‘Sir, want massage?’
Me: ‘No thanks. No money.’
Girl: ‘Haha. I asking if you want to massage me. Boss went home already. Cannot pay too.’

Her strong Thai accent had perfectly created the ideal tone of seduction and she disappeared into the shop covered with curtains, leaving the door for me to close. Since I was having my off day tomorrow, there was no harm in finding out more about such places and I entered and shut the sliding door behind me.

Dumping my bag on the couch in the waiting area, I went to where the moving shadows casted from and saw her tying a black trash bag in the corner of the cubicle.

Girl: ‘Wah sir, you really want to give me a massage ah? I left the door open cause I need to throw this away.’

Smiling at her embarrassed, I grabbed the bag from her hand and took out the trash before returning to the room. She was sitting on the bed and patted on the empty space next to her, inviting me to join.

Girl: ‘You know, work is so tiring. People ask so much but pay so little.. ‘

She went on for another minute about her work before I hopped off the bed, lit the candle on the tiny desk in the corner and stood in front of her. At the short distance, she still smelled fresh and the strawberry aroma was filling the room up slowly.

Me: ‘Come, lie down.’

I told her that as I took the candle in a porcelain cup, ready to pour the liquid into my palm.

Girl: ‘You know what it is?’
Me: ‘Yeah. Massage candle.’
Girl: ‘Wow. Many customers were shocked when I put it in my hand. They don’t know.’
Me: ‘Haha. But I know. Come, lie down.’

She placed her face into the toilet seat-like hole and I lowered her shoulder straps, where she adjusted her body till it was off. All that was left was her panties, pale yellow in colour. I went on with the oil on my hands and pressed hard on her stiff muscles, moving slowly from her shoulders, neck, and hovered around her lower back.

Me: ‘Turn over.’
Girl: ‘You know how to massage the front too?’
Me: ‘I don’t know. Haha. Can I find out myself?’

She covered her nipples as she laid on her back and I moved my hands upwards from her belly, hitting against her hands as I hinted at her to remove them. Soon, the oil was over her fingers and she did not like it, so, her hands went to the sides of her hip and her boobs fell sideways.

I cupped them with both my hands and brought them to her chest, kneading them as my nails scratched painlessly around her nipples. In no time, I could tell she was getting hornier when she crossed her feet, nipples getting harder with my constant teasing. After her boobs, I glide my slippery palms down to her hips and pulled her panties off her feet, causing her to close her legs tightly together.

Me: ‘Don’t hide it. Here is the best part right?’

Instead of trying to spread her knees, I went below her legs and aimed straight for her pussy, squashed by her legs into a pie. She immediately opened her legs and I used my elbow to keep them open, while my fingertips ran along her slit. The resistance died off and I was rubbing her clit, sticking a bit of my finger into her pussy to turn her on even more.

Girl: ‘You do massage for ladies at work is it? Why are you so good?’

A pinch to her clit sent her moaning and she tapped on my thigh hurriedly.

Girl: ‘The door! Lock lock.’

As all sliding doors were designed, there was a push-pull tab at the handle and I locked it in place, before dashing back to see her standing, with a towel around her chest.

Me: ‘I’m not done with you yet you know?’
Girl: ‘I don’t care. Your turn now. Take it off first.’

It was more of a mutual massage in a fun mood now when she said that she didn’t care. If she was into my money, there was no way she would be so lively about it. I laid on the bed bottomless and she scooped some oil from the cup, before covering my dick with it. In the narrow space, she was about to climb on top of me before I stopped her. There was no way I was going to make her feel like she was working.

Me: ‘Don’t get up. Let me do the work this time.’

She resumed her standing position until I got off the bed, and leaned on the edge of the bed, pointing to the small rolling drawers. I opened each one of the three till I saw a box of 3-condoms in the last one, knowing that she placed ‘safety’ before pleasure. Did she only require so little at work? Or did she finished most of it?

In less than a minute, the condom was on and she was bent over the bed. I stood behind her to put my dick in and she proceed to place one knee to spread herself wider. Slipping the rest of my dick in, she held on to the bed frame on the other side and moaned. With little patience left, I rammed into her mercilessly and she was jerking her body backwards for me to go deeper.

One hand pinning her body down, I was fucking her at full speed and her contracting vagina wasn’t helping at all. Both her knees were on the bed after a few minutes and she looked like a frog from my angle, but it didn’t mattered as long as she kept moaning in pleasure right?

After some time, she stopped me by stretching her arm at me from the back and I slowed down for her.

Me: ‘Is something wrong?’
Girl: ‘I want to sit on the bed. And you in front of me.’

I let her got into whatever position she wanted and her arms around my neck brought me closer, till I was back inside. Thrusting lovingly, her eyes locked with mine and we stared as each other as her mouth moved with her fast breathing. As she squinted her eyes to give me a little squeeze, the final moment was approaching fast and I was gradually slowing down too.

Girl: ‘Shooting soon?’
Me: ‘Yeah.’

She made me pull out of her and unrolled the condom off, before making a three-point shoot into the new trash bag behind the door. Wiping whatever oil she could get off her body, she jerked me with her hand while remained seated, and I had both hands caressing her breasts as she finished me off.

Right then, as gracefully as it could get, my cum shot out of my tip into her palm and she kept stroking to get every bit out. Of course, I lost my cool when my dick was overwhelmed with sensitiveness and had to hold her hand still.

Girl: ‘Nice?’
Me: ‘Super.’

Girl: ‘I never let anyone shoot on me before. Safer. But today, just for you.’

She went to the basin in the same cubicle and washed the sticky load off, before coming over to clean me up. The way she ruffled the towel over my dick was so comfortable that I wished she could do that for me after every shower. Spending the next fifteen minutes with her, we folded the towels into a neat pile with her disturbing my dick and left in the silence of the night.

Girl: ‘Oh ya. My name is Joey. Boss say it’s easier for customers to find me.’
Me: ‘And I am J. I think it is easier to pronounce than my Chinese name.’
Joey: ‘Haha. You want to give me your number? Then you can massage me after work. You got strong fingers.’

We exchanged numbers and she headed up the block while I crossed the road to where I lived. I still occasionally bump into her, and she would wink whenever we saw each other. It did not take long before her boss recognised me and learnt about what we did after she left the shop.

Boss: ‘You know, she only does clean massage? No hanky panky here.’

Oh my, that was surely shocking to me who thought it was those sleazy ones from the start. The way Joey reacted seemed like she had been doing it for a long time. But nonetheless, the lady boss allowed me to enter after closing to keep her girl happy at work. In the end, I was the one making the shop into a kinky massage parlour.

Free service? Or should I start charging Joey for the massage? ;)