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Babydoll

‘Did you wear what I ask you to wear?’

(I whispered) ‘yes la! can you be softer?!’

With a chuckle, she stretched her hand over my lap and gave my groin area a squeeze, smiling even wider when she felt how ‘thinnly’ it was protected. Picking up my wrist closest to her, she first placed my palm on her thigh, then pushed it upwards of her dress – a baby doll type that I thought was a romper/ playsuit until my hand told me otherwise.

Shocked as I was, the erotic reveal, was in fact a prequel, to the astonishing warm and moist nether region that my fingers blindly wandered to.

(She whispered) ‘like it?’

‘Huh.. I.. yeah.’

Besides being dumbfounded at such a discovery, it was our ‘location’, inside of a moving, speeding taxi that truly bothered me. Unhampered by the presence of a stranger, she guided me deeper into her pussy, and about left it there before turning her attention towards me.

Sliding her hand up my wide thigh, it was too easy for her to find my hard on, positioned awkwardly downwards as if looking forward to ‘meet’ her. Just about then, the car stopped at a junction, and we noticed the driver’s wary eyes staring through the rear view mirror. For safety, we shifted me behind the front passenger seat, while she opened her legs even wider, to let that nosey driver peer under during his ‘casual’ glance.

Of course, we could see how bendy his eyelids were, purposefully driving slower to hit every traffic light so he could look sideways (and at us with his peripheral vision). By the second stop, she was almost forearm-deep up my shorts, rolling my foreskin up and down my shaft while my fingers just ‘resisted’ her involuntary contractions.

‘Sir? Can you stop by the side for a while? And turn off the in-car camera if possible?’

Within a minute, he accomplished her request, and even alighted the vehicle, to take a smoke right outside my window. With the interior lights on, he was able to clearly see how she unravelled my cock, and seamlessly devoured it between her sultry lips.

In no time, my toes were curling to a cramp, as like my fists which I could no longer keep open. Her head just went up and down in my groin, using the perfect-seal to awaken every nerve along my cock. Grunting and cringing like a virgin, it wasn’t until I got desensitised, did she stop her ‘torture’.

‘I think that’s about as hard as you can get right?’

‘It should be.’

There I was, staring at my red, swollen member while she had seemingly expected more. At that point, we didn’t want to waste any more time and went into missionary, placing her head at where the driver stood.

To be fair, she did her part to ‘incentivise’ the driver by putting on some exaggerated faces, though the reality was not too far off. Without a condom, I tucked my cock into her and slid it through comfortably snug tunnel, which wasn’t too tight for my own good.

What happened next was kind of ‘SOP’, thrusting and humping and pounding while she kept up the orgasmic look at him. Swapping through lips-biting, fluttering-eyelids, moaning loud enough for him to hear, she had to employ her fingers to put up that show.

Like life, the invisible changes inside her vaginal walls unfolded before my ‘(cock)eye’, squeezing, relaxing, releasing more juices, it wasn’t long before even I have to succumb to her incessant acting.

‘Cumming. I’m cumming!’

Upon my call of distress, she pulled on the handle and scurried outside, thereafter hurrying me to do the same. Bending her back over the window, she stuck her rear far enough for me to resume the sex, in standing doggy this time.

I humped and pumped for another few minutes, before signalling my own demise again.

‘Inside, inside. It’s safe.’

Shoving my cock the deepest I could remember, it was on the third thrust that I blew my load, far into her pussy that was simultaneously clenching on my lifeless cock.

Right after that, she opened the rear passenger door, invited me to sit back down, and proceeded to ‘excrete my mess’ out onto the ground. Once done, she returned to her seat on my lap, popped my limp dong into her, and ‘wore’ my arms like a seatbelt.

Following that, she bravely waved for him to go over (to her) and proceeded to give him a handjob, while I massaged her clit, and him on her chest. Let’s just say he didn’t take very long, to cum and ‘sow’ the grass patch with his seeds. We then promptly returned to our respective seats and resumed our journey for home.

When we alighted, we looked as platonic as any male and female friend, except we were going to some (other) floor of her block. I’m sure you guys can guess what was going to happen.

Cycling quickly through cowgirl, missionary, and standing-doggy, I ended the night with an intense blowjob where she remained on her knees while I purged my pipe into her mouth.

I could not be more surprised when to our driver who was still at the handicap lot where he dropped us off, and even more so when he offered to send me home.

Similar to ‘no free rides’, he probably knew that there was also ‘no free jobs’. Win-win-win!

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Grateful Toy

It was two minutes past four when Ling showed up, with a scrounged-up bundle of shorts and panty in her hand. After setting her school bag down, she shoved her innerwear into it and skipped straight to me, confidently planting a kiss on my cheeks. Once the ‘formalities’ were done, she turned her back towards me, placed her hands behind, and easily yanked my shorts down far enough to reach my growing manhood.

In under a minute, we were duly-undressed for accessibility, and it took her no more than ten seconds, to get my hardness up to point. Once I was at her preferred size, she flipped her skirt up, leaned her ass on my cock, and began her little ‘challenge’ to bend me low enough to reach her pussy.

No doubt strange, it was her habit to ‘use’ me for a while, rubbing my shaft along her pussy and over her clit until we both felt juices running. The rest, was still in her control as she tipped just a little bit forward, hold my erection in place, before falling backwards again.

Like almost every time, I pierced right straight in, giving her that little shock she seemingly enjoyed, but still needed some time to get over. With her vaginal walls slowly relaxing around my cock, I held her tiny waist and made small, slow thrusts, stretching her deeper before anything else.

At the moment she raised her arms to push against the railings in front of her, I took my hands off, and fished out my vape for a short drag. Shrouded in heavenly clouds bearing a mango scent, she skilfully rocked her ass front-and-back, delivering sensations not too different from wearing a condom, lubricated on the inside, over my dong repeatedly.

Such closeness, tightness, and true-to-her-emotions moans, was only possible because of her, and her undying spirit to engage in our unhealthy activity. As she jerked her hips faster and harder, it couldn’t be helped that she could only endure that much, before reaching the her limit.

As I replaced my hands on her shoulder, she tightened her grasp on the rails in readiness, for my turn. My mind, seeing my wide, thick hips pressed against her tiny, fair butt, delivered more blood to my little head, causing her to squirm to that ‘small’ growth inside her.

Starting slow, I gradually increased the speed I rammed her pussy at, until it was borderline violent, justified only by how much more wetter she was getting. Uncaring for her orgasms, I just went at it with however much stamina I had for the day, slapping our hips together while she savoured the mini-convulsions.

‘Ka.. come.. ingggghhhhh!’, one word turned into three when her body turned stiff, then later plunging me into agony with that impossibly-tight contraction. Unrelenting to her ‘signs of resistance’, I made large, deep strokes into her pussy and split her vaginal walls apart – over and over again.

As she neared the second orgasm, I felt my own end as well. Like every time we did it, I wouldn’t cum any how else. Once I froze my movements and called out my demise, she rubbed herself to the second climax before pushing me out. Falling onto her knees, she took my drenched cock into her mouth hugged my thighs, giving me free reign to feed her as far down as my meat could reach.

Within two minutes, the teary-eyed girl widened her jaw, glanced up at me, and smiled as she was grateful while I buckled, thereafter sending multiple warm load of cum into her throat. On my ‘way out’, she vacummed the last drop out of me, licked me clean of her fluids, and swallowed.

The next few minutes were hers to straighten herself up, reapply the light-pink lipstick I erased. It wasn’t everyday that I felt like going for a second round, but it was one of those times she had stood/ leaned in a specific way, that encouraged me to reenter her from behind.

So while she tided everything I messed up, I went at it in standing-doggystyle. It took me another ten, intense minutes, before I cried ‘cum’ again. This time, like every ‘second’ round, I came inside her. Despite her lack of panties, none of it leaked.

‘I’m throwing my fifteenth birthday party this weekend. Can you be there and bring that.. that thing along?’

‘Sure. Where is there?’

‘**S Hotel.’

Who could have expected her to remember that ‘thing’, which I used to make her – her.

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Dada

‘Dad?’

Despite hearing my little girl’s voice, I couldn’t open my eyes, nor move my limbs no matter how hard I tried. It must be bad sleeping posture, I reasoned with myself as I felt the mattress sinking, relative to her weight and motion. Having ‘reported sick’ from the previous-day’s experience of the same symptoms, I was in no rush to wake up, and would probably go back to sleep after addressing her.

With however much strength I had, I gave her a faint smile as she came into view, but that quickly changed when she proceeded to pull her shirt off, followed by her shorts. Bewildered, I squeezed my brows together for a hard frown, to no avail as she turned her body away, towards my feet.

The next thing I felt, was her brief struggle with my boxers as she yanked it off, exposing my manhood to the one person I would chop it off for (than let her see it). Fearing what she might to do it, I had my eyes shut – briefly until I learnt of its size when she wrapped her hand around it.

As far as I am concerned, I was up, hard, and very warm (in contrast to her palm). My forceful cries, under those strange circumstances, came out as pitiful whimpers, to which she continued to play deaf to as she began to stroke my cock.

When she finally stopped, it was for her to ‘get ready’ in the form of masturbation, while seated in front of me with her legs wide apart. She didn’t even have to use much force, to keep my head turned at her legs during the awfully long period which she rubbed herself so lovingly.

‘I’m sorry dad. I know you gave me your word. But I don’t know how else to make you keep to them.’

Once she was excessively wet, she hopped off the bed and put her phone in selfie-video mode, aimming it directly at me. Helpless, I closed my eyes and resigned to fate as she climbed on top of me next, planted very affectionate kisses, and slowly slipped her pussy down my cock.

At that instance I felt her groin plastered closely to mine, she moved her lips over my ear, and whispered something that ruthlessly, changed everything.

(She whispered) ‘i’m wetter for you than him. I promise to never see him again. And.. begins riding only.. just.. have daddy.. inside me.. ‘

Instantly, I ‘grew’ bigger, and harder, that I had opened my eyes in disbelief. Right in front of me, was her similarly-shocked gaze, staring deep into my soul while still crazily rocking that althele’s body. Switching to a back-forth motion, she began quivering within seconds, that lasted no longer than a minute before she orgasmed in a shy, shaken moan.

Lifting her bosoms off my chest, she grabbed onto my shoulders as she braced for the speed-increase, slamming or grinding at my least expected moments. From the corner of my eyes, I could estimate that it took her about twenty minutes, to get my drug-laden body anywhere near climax.

As soon as I started nodding wildly, she reacted unaccording-ly, by changing up to a squat-slam position over my cock. All she needed to do was to rub her clit a little, and her vagina straight up sealed itself tightly around my shaft.

Barely one minute into that mind-blowing, one-sided, non-consensual sex in the above killer stance, was all it took to convince my physical barrier, to give up, and pump her full of semen.

Although it was only two days from my last ‘release’, it was a huge load I blew into my little girl. The sight of my baby-making juice leaking out of her was no surprise, but she was never meant to come in any contact with it.

Once the ‘highlight’ was over, she took her time to clean me up, making sure not to obstruct the camera as she sucked my balls empty before wiping me down. For the next few hours I took to regain my strength, she remained by my side, feeding me water and some fruits.

By the time I was well enough to get on my feet, mummy had returned home. To keep all of us safe, I never breathed a single word about how our little girl brought a man home, fucked at every corner of our (supposedly empty) house, but couldn’t use our nuptial bed because I was in it.

About a month long of sleepless nights later, I took matters into my own hands and added a special ‘something’ into my girl’s morning-drink. To my own surprise, it sent her straight into an inescapable, insatiable sex-rage, bad (or good) enough to strike a one-sided deal with me to ‘ease her discomfort’.

In exchange for my cock, she unlocked her phone for me, to do anything with it. So, in the same cowgirl-position she owned me in, I deleted anything remotely related to our tryst, and reclaimed my ‘peace of mind’. My biggest regret, was how much I had underestimated the psychological effect the medicine had.

The use of it, along with our incestuous ties, and the intense activity under its influence, had formed some form of mental link that manifested within her mind. While our normal lives remained normal, I had unwittingly turned her, to be wholly mine.

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Uninvitation

Written for Erin Li, owner of IG @erinlinympho

Contradictory to how guys had hoped to ‘walk in’ on a couple having sex in public, I was in a different, more awkward situation when those familiar, sexy noises were heard. To be more specific, I was literally taking a dump, in the dark, when that couple decided to make use of the then closed changing room to satisfy their urges.

It was about ten minutes after 11pm when I had just rinsed the pool water off my body, and retreated to the unusually clean toilets to take dump – all done in the dark because of the trouble I might get into if the security catches me (using the pool after hours).

Probably five-minutes had past when I heard the (main changing room) door open, followed by whispers, some how smooching noises, and then the creaking of the old, wooden benches right in the middle of the room. From where I was, there was no way I could leave without interrupting them, nor do I want to put anyone in such an awkward, probably-life-changing situation because of their one-off raging hormones.

I had thought that I could ‘ride it out’ until that stupid flush sensor went off, silencing the room once and for all. The worse thing? The guy actually asked, ‘hello?’, to which I had to make myself known. Seeing that the damage was done, I quickly pulled my pants up and opened the cubicle door, making extra sure not to make any eye-contact.

Despite all that, it was still impossible, not to notice how the girl, then naked, was tied to the wide, centre bench.

‘Bro!’, that word he used immobilised me for some reason, and I was 90% sure he was about to threaten me. I replied in the only, non-offensive way I knew, ‘yeah?’, and heard him inviting me over, like ‘you in a hurry?’

To think that he actually came up to me, put an arm around my shoulders and brought me to his girl, was still very surreal to me. I would never imagine myself to be staring so closely at someone else’s girl, and even more so helplessly bounded to the bench at her wrists (above her head) and knees (apart, along the narrow sides of the bench).

Know that I have seen porn, of various genres and settings, featuring actresses so hot and I would use the word, ‘unattainable’. But that girl in front of my eyes, whom was so willingly (not struggling) exposed in such a compromising position, was so normal.

Illuminated by the lamp posts right outside the frosted-glass windows (for ventilation), she appeared neither fat nor skinny, yet toned at her waist and hips. But on top of that, she seemed strangely smooth all over, which I suspected was caused by some moisturiser or in this weird case – lubricant.

Oh, and did I mention, that she was blindfolded by a t-shirt loosely strewn over her head?

She just laid there quietly, while I tried to wrap my head about his true intention. ‘Do you want to have sex with her?’, he popped that question so casually, as if no one would say ‘no’. How could I not notice the quiver in her stomach when he said that? And yet, she remained silent.

‘Can you free my knees? I want to put my feet up’, she uttered with a shiver in her voice, but otherwise calm, and unwavered. The guy did as she asked, leaving her pussy even more exposed than ever for me to lost myself in. ‘Cmon’, was his last cue before I hesitantly undid my pants.

Swallowing my saliva, I just had to ask, ‘miss.. do I have permission to.. ‘, ‘Yes.. ‘, she interrupted.

At once, I took my pants off and leaned over her body, using one hand to glide the tip of my cock along her pussy to ‘gather’ some of that glistening oil that she was covered in. Except that, instead of some sticky substance, I was greeted with a slimy, slippery liquid that came from within her.

Taking my chances, I pushed my hips forward and let off a gasp as I ‘popped’ into her pussy, as if I had slid too far in for our own good. Since my little head was in, I thrust slowly to let the rest of myself in, and was duly overwhelmed by how she was appropriately wet for my unexpected ‘visit’.

I would say that she wasn’t excessively wet, like she was lusting for me, but it was just moist enough for me to slide in and out. My subsequent motion could be considered ‘generic’ as I rammed my hips into her groin, shoving as much meat as I could into a defenseless girl.

Those few times I took a break while inside her, I couldn’t help but be fascinated by the slight, but obvious tremors along her vaginal walls, which was only possible because of the lack of excessive lubrication.

Anyhow, I snapped out of my sensational journey and selfishly did what any man would, pounding her to my delightful end. Throughout the sex, her reaction was surprisingly natural, giving me a somewhat authentic ‘girlfriend experience’.

After about ten minutes of my uninvited ‘intrusion’, I announced my demise and heard her voice once again, ‘cum.. inside me.. ‘. Not-so-foolishly, I turned to her partner and got a palm-up hand-gesture, giving me the go-ahead cue.

Since there was nothing more to lose except some kind of blackmail-ish future, I came deeply into the stranger, leaving no rounds unfired for all that’s worth. Again, I was lost in some kind of trance before I realised I have to pull out, to a glorious sight of my thick, white cum leaking out of her in a single stream.

Out of politeness or confusion, I took her guy’s seat (after he stood up) and just.. stayed there while they engaged in their rightful act. At some point in time, I left them to themselves and to this day, remained unsure about the random event that unfolded.

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Sprinkling Specks

When I saw the shiny, cylindrical air-tight vial in my letterbox, I was immediately shaken. What I had initially thought was an ‘absurdly risky request’, apparently wasn’t so, since it had appeared where he said it would. As inscribed on the rarely-seen bus ticket wrapped around it, I went straight to that block, and to the floor I deduced ‘#12-#13’.

As there was no ‘time’ indicated, I just sat at the steps, for an unnerving fifteen minutes until I heard footsteps approaching. In my mind, all sorts of worst-case-scenarios were playing on a loop. From a police raid, to gangsters, to an unwitting resident, I was almost ready to get up and leave.

Once I felt a tap on my shoulder, I put on a ‘clueless’ face and turned around, to see an equally confused girl, dressed in an old, oversized white t-shirt.

‘Do you have it?’

‘Depends on who is asking.’

Stupidly quoting the ‘standard’ line from movies, she fumbled some more on her phone before sitting herself down next to me, appearing more confident. Without saying a word more, she simply flashed a bright smile at me as she reached for my belt, undoing as much as my pants to get to my cock.

Obviously, at that level of paranoia, I was far from being ‘hard’. But she kept a cheerful expression on her face as she shifted two steps lower, went between my knees, and began sucking on my stubby cock. Sure enough, I gradually got into the mood, and she knew better to embark on the second part of her quest too.

‘Can you put some on your finger?’

By then, I no longer had to ‘act blur’ and took out the vial, unscrew the lid, placed my index fingertip securely over the opening and made one 180° flip. That well-practiced teen then came up one step, sat with her back against me, and carefully guided that powdered-finger between her legs.

At once, I felt intense wetness, followed by soft, shy quivers as she soaked up the content. Pushing my finger further into her pussy, she became limp after a while, though not too suspiciously since she was just lying (backwards) on my shoulder.

Sensing how wet she was, I began rubbing her clit and her body just swayed back and forth, for about two minutes. Right after that, she bounced onto her feet, and gave me the cheekiest grin an innocent girl could do.

She then climbed over my lap, slipped me easily into her throbbing pussy, and then put that vial into my hand again. Reapplying some on my finger, she proceeded to suck on said finger while she gyrated her hips, sliding my cock all over the insides of her pussy.

It seemed, that after the initial ‘high’, she became impossibly alert, and probably sex-starved by the way she rocked herself over my dick. Not more than five minutes later, we were in standing-doggy, pumping my meat into her convulsing pussy as she suppressed her moans by sucking on my fingers desperately.

The clueless me just obeyed her instructions and kept reapplying more and more white powder onto her clit, into her mouth, until she climaxed. Once she had her fun, she slumped onto the ground, leaned against the wall, and transferred me into her mouth.

This time, I dabbed some on my penis and let her feast on it, which she did so quite mercilessly. On my last application, I let her snort some up her nose before unleashing a full-on face-fuck, shoving my cock down her throat while watching her enjoy the drug-fueled torture.

‘Cumming!’

I blurted out the whisper and let her hands take over, to jerk me right into her open-mouth. Within seconds, I came hard and quenched her thirst with my cum, which she swallowed it in a flash. To aid her clean-up, I sprinkled some more ‘flour’ like salt bae, and she used her skilful tongue to thoroughly ‘wrapped things up’.

‘Some more straight into my mouth?’

I put one last dip of my finger between her lips and she gave me a kiss in exchange, not asking for a single speck more. After the whole thing, while she was still alert, she gave me her number, and told me to call her if I wanted more.

Emptied, deflated, but weirdly energetic, I remained at that stairwell while she took off for home – which I had a rough idea where when she took the lift up.

Just as I was basking in the confusing powers of the ‘white powder’, I received a call from ‘blocked number’. In the brief conversation, I was told to remain where I was, and wait for another person.

Once again, I was on high alert until an older lady, in mid-twenties, showed up asking if I had it. As soon as I showed her the metallic, steel vial, her face lit up. In her white, off-shoulder top and baby-blue bondage skirt, she asked where would we be doing it.

‘Where are we doing what?’

‘The photoshoot! I’m so thankful that you didn’t ask to fuck me, but just take photos.’

‘Isn’t that more.. dangerous?’

‘Compared to what most suppliers ask me to do? I’d say yours is a godsend. So where?’

‘Umm.. let’s walk around and see where?’

With a genuinely grateful, delighted smile, we set off deeper into the neighbourhood, and took ‘outdoor-sy’ photos as I incentivised her along the way. As though it wasn’t enough to just have a willing model to be photographed in compromising positions in discreet-public space, I get to work with someone (her) of a model-calibre, whom I will admit was a little too enthusiastic for my weak heart.

After an hour or so of heart-thumping photoshoot in risky places, at increasing levels of undress (until one point where she was fully naked), I was done, along with my soul, hopes, and life goals. We both had gotten all we could out of that short stint.

Before we parted ways, we returned to the block where we first met, and just like the previous girl, I gave her a final taste. What I didn’t expect was for her thank-you kiss, to ignite her misplaced sense of gratitude.

In the end, we did what I did with the girl before, feeding her vagina and her mouth with that substance while we banged our minds out. Relieving myself for the second time down her throat, she was all affectionate about how her whole night has turned out.

As we both suspected, it was really ‘attitudes’ that would either make her go ‘wild’ or ‘nay’ with whomever fueling her addiction.

‘Text me k? I’ll be happy to do all that with you again.’

Next thing I knew, I sent a ‘sample’ of the photos I took to the first girl, only for her to agree in an instant, to match that challenge – on top of sex.

A week later, five more vials arrived in my mailbox, with a postcard wishing me success. That amount, would easily last me at least three months, by how sparingly I had dispensed it.

As expected, such an endeavour was not meant to last, for good reasons.