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Golden Age

(Soft whisper) ‘Daddy?’

(In my morning vocie) ‘Hey, 怎么啦？’
Translation: Hey, what’s wrong?

Instead of a verbal response, I was ‘greeted’ with a pair of impatient hands, tearing at my boxers for my uninterested cock that was still sleeping underneath.

‘HEY HEY HEY!’

(Girl A) ‘SHHHHH!’

Immediately, I was taken aback by the unexpected outburst, and accidentally let her went too far before I said anything more. Within seconds, my manhood was already growing in her wet, warm mouth, getting its life sucked out of it.

Draining and energising me at the same time, I was too delusioned and frustrated to do anything to stop her, and even more so when there was no need to. After another few minutes, she had climbed onto the bed, pushed her pink FBT shorts aside, and lowered her pussy over my shaft.

Just like that, I was sent to the heavens in an instant, getting fucked like a weak, old man. Although it wasn’t the first time we, in particular a landlord and tenant, got intimate, it was surely my first encounter with such a vengeful ‘daughter’.

All I could do was groan and spasm to her merciless cowgirl-style riding, which was, by the way, getting increasingly harder to delay as she neared climax.

(I mumbled) ‘Baby.. 我.. 我快射了.. ‘
Translation: Baby.. I’m.. cumming soon..

Once I mentioned those words, she leaned her chest on mine and went into overdrive, slamming her hips hardest over my engorged penis. At the same time when this crazy, uncontrollable, random sex was unfolding, the door opened once again, to her roommate whom had also joined us in one or more occasions.

Taking up her spot between my legs swiftly, Girl B straight-up helped bounced her friend’s ass deeper down my shaft, triggering an unexpected tightness that resulted in my immenient moan.

(I moaned) ‘KA.. CUMMINGGG!’

Knowing full well that there were a few more seconds to that finale, Girl B ‘lifted’ her friend’s ass away from my exploding cock and seamlessly replaced that pussy, with her mouth. Just like the ham between a sandwich, Girl A’s groin smacked down on her head so hard I was lodged deep down her throat, bringing forth the moment where I came so ever violently into that pretty face.

Needless to say, Assaliant A became furious and rushed towards B, shoving her away in the nick of time for the last few squirts of whitish, goopy nutrients.

(Girl A snapped) ‘喂！你怎么这样？偷我的功劳！’
Translation: Hey! How could you do that? Stealing my effort!

(Girl B answered in anger) ‘你偷了我的男人，我怎么不行！？’
Translation: Why can’t I, after you have stolen my man.

And before we knew it, B stormed out after getting her revenge, leaving the unsatisfied A, and I, alone in the room. In tears and possibly some self-hatred, we went for another round where I used the ‘newfound’ stamina for a much thorough pleasing, to no one’s delight when I pumped my second load into her.

That night, we just slept in each other’s arms until daybreak, where another round of sex set her mood right for the day.

(Girl A whispered) ‘谢谢你。’
Translation: Thank you.

‘你们都是姐妹。千万不要让任何男生弄你哭。’
Translation: You are best friends to each other. Don’t let any man make you cry.

(Girl A in a stern voice) ‘你不是在说笑吧。’
Translation: You’re not joking are you.

Fearing that I had said something wrong, I remained in my room until the time they would leave for work, except that they didn’t. As it turned out, my ‘advice’ was taken a little too literally, to the point both A and B have decided to express their gratitude in a threesome, mostly taking turns to fuck an old, ass-tired uncle.

At the end of the ten minutes, action-packed romp, there was so little left in my limp body that they had to milk me, for whatever amount of morning snack I could provide.

As economically-ideal as it was to rent out one of my rooms to young girls, it was definitely taking a toll on my health. They were, almost impossible to catch up.

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Young Wild Things

(Jesslyn slurring) ‘Hey.. thanks for coming.. and bringing us home tonight.. I know we didn’t.. really include you in our conversations tonight.. I just want to thank.. thank.. ‘

‘It’s alright. It’s good to meet the friends who saw my sister through her poly days. I mean, I didn’t think that a bunch of studious and witty girls like you would drink that.. nevermind.. ‘

Keeping my eyes on the road, I didn’t think much of the ensuing silence given how much (or little) that group has drank, with three out of the seven classmates being sent home in my car. As for why, was I amongst them, it was mainly due to my sister, who asked if I could be their designated driver. Seeing how infrequent she has asked for any favours, it was a no-brainer decision for me.

Once we hit the empty highway, Jessly, her friend in the front passenger seat, slouched over the center-console and placed a hand over my crotch, slowly massaging it to my soft, polite-decline. When she worked my zipper, I knew that none of it was getting into her head and the best thing to do then, was to send them back sooner.

In no time, my shaft became as stiff as a drive stick, merely spending a few minutes in her hand before she climbed over to tuck me into her mouth. As godly as it may feel, I was still on the road and had no choice but to slow down, to a speed where I might just meet the green lights of every traffic stop.

Her constant teasing, combined with a mind-blowing, sloppy blowjob, soon grew me to a size that she couldn’t breath easily through, and increasing desensitised to any more fondling.

Unannounced, I drove into a street and parallel-parked, and finally stopped Jesslyn from the self-indulgence.

(Jesslyn asked) ‘Are we here?’

‘Nope.’

Without saying any more, I got out of my seat, went over to her side, opened her door, and stood in front of it. Immediately, she got the ‘cue’ and stuffed me deeper into her mouth, slurping up the excess saliva as she bedazzled me. After a few minutes, I finally got crazy enough to ask her to turn around and get on her knees.

The quick-witted girl swiftly went into doggystyle and we wasted no time sinking my dick into her honeypot. While my sister and her other friend laid dead drunk in the back seats, we fucked our brains out in the most unnatural silence, eliminating even the bum-bumping noises by not going that hard.

More juices began to flow as I hardened inside her, mercilessly splitting her apart as she fought against inescapable orgasms. Needless to say, her resistance were futile once I engaged the long, delayed strokes in and out of her, purging her of any remaining strength.

(In her muffled voice) ‘MMMM!’

When that climax lasted for longer than my perceived ‘normal’ period of time, I gave up waiting for her to recover and unleashed the monster in me. Grabbing her waist firmly, I hammered her the hardest I could, sank my cock the furthest it would, and stirred up her insides the wildest she ever-ed.

(I whispered loudly) ‘JESS! I’M.. cumming!’

Our bodies fell away from each other at the same time but she was quicker to resume her seated, upright position. Taking me in her mouth once again, I ‘helped’ as much as I could by thrusting my hips into her face, though I never held her down.

A minute or so later, I gave her the final warning and she shut her eyes peacefully, vacating any air in her mouth just in time for my load to replace them. Waves after waves, going beyond my usual shots, kept hitting me as her lips unconsciously brushed across that ‘hotspot’ under my little head.

Just like how she started all these, our tryst had came to an end with a thorough clean up. It was going to be a calm, unhappening drive to one of their homes when Jesslyn uttered something.

‘Sarah.. Yixin.. ‘

Glancing into the rear-view mirror to see them glaring back at me, my heart sank into the floorboard and beyond. That awkward silence lasted for a few, long seconds until my sister, Sarah, opened her mouth.

(Sarah asked) ‘SO? How was it with Jesslyn?’

It was Yixin’s uncontrollable giggle that gave them away, and set my mind at ease about the whole thing. As it turned out, they weren’t that mindful about what two adults, in particlar Jesslyn and I, did, since it was consensual. In the end, I would say that the girls’ chatter about the sex and its related affiliations were more awkward than the silence we sat through earlier.

Only when my sister and I finally reached ‘our’ carpark, did she hinted at our invasion of her privacy rights (like not do it in such close proximity).

It didn’t take long for Jesslyn and I to embark on a brow-raising relationship, meeting as often as every two days at my place for some mindless sex. It was also about then, I was exposed to the increasingly frequent ‘accidental’ flashes from my sister, who sometimes just spends an entire day, minus the time our parents are home, in just a shirt and panties.

When things finally reached the point where Sarah would stop wearing panties under her oversized t-shirts, I decided to stop hiding the reaction she caused in my boxers, hoping to distract her the same way.

As expected, it was an inconvenient, and even more so, childishly-agonising routine to keep to. So over Netflix on one fine evening, I just hugged her too close and our eager hands exploded reciprocating what we have been holding back ourselves from. As her contraceptive implant may suggest, we went all the way for the ‘no-cleanup’ option.

To cope with the immenient inquiry Jesslyn would make about my unusually-small delivery (of cum), Sarah didn’t want to leave things to chance and confessed (to Jesslyn) about what would continue to happen.

Just like that, the girls quickly came to an understanding, that led to the three of us becoming best mates, one at a time though.

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Unrecommended Intake

Before I could even make a noise, Maeve has already slipped her fingers into the fly-gap of my boxers, taking just a few seconds to whip my morning wood out into the cold, breezy air-conditioned room. My first thought, of asking her for the time, was swiftly overtaken by the lips she placed around my little head, thereafter using her tongue to warm me up with a thorough coat of saliva.

As much as I tried to keep my sleepy-mode engaged, the combined use of her hands, one cupping my balls, the other stroking the shaft, and her mouth, gliding very slowly up and down that ‘soft spot’ between my small head and ‘body’, was simply too much for me to take at once.

I was both relaxed, and tensed, albeit in a good, sexy way. The image of goopy, warm saliva trickling from the tip of my cock, down onto her fingers jerking me off in a loose grip, was so vivid that it made me even harder. It literally felt like I was growing beyond what my foreskin could hold, and the only comfort I had was her, and her affectionate frenching on my member.

(I moaned) ‘Mae.. vveee… ARGHH!’

Right then, a long, hard suck drained me of all the energy I had recovered from the 8-hour long sleep, though I was more than willing to spend it on her. Once she had enough of putting me in an uptight, increasingly-desperate state of mind, she resumed the morning head in her own, super-effective style.

Keeping just the small head in her mouth, she let more saliva lubricate her hand before she began stroking me, faster and in a tighter grip. At first, it was just pleasant, then, when she created more suction in her mouth, it felt intense, like I was inside somewhere between (the sensations of) her pussy, and mouth.

Once she started moving her head in the opposite direction of her handjob, that was when my mind went fuzzy. One part of me was going limp (repeatedly), while another part was channeling energy into me.

It took me about five, mind-blowing minutes, to realise exactly what was relaxed, and not. My balls, in particular, was where she had ‘unarmed’, and my shaft, along with the muscles keeping me upright, was the organ holding everything back.

Soon, she released her lips and soley focused on the handjob, even incorporating a little twisting motion that gave some relief to my aching hard on.

In just a mere minute, I cried out for her mouth and she instantly replaced it at the ejection port, for a powerful, soul-cleansing kind of ejaculation she can’t stop moaning to. Squirts after squirts, she took everything I had, and went further to drain me of anything I had unconsciously withheld.

By the time I was deflated, she was on top of me, planting kisses from my lips, to my neck, down my belly, and on my cock again for the ‘dew’ that formed at my peehole.

Without saying much, I fell back to sleep again and only woke up when the morning sun hit our sheer curtains.

(I cried) ‘OH SHIT! WHAT TIME IS IT NOW?!’

(She replied) ‘Ten? But my love? It’s Labour Day.’

‘Oh right.. ‘

My weakened body fell back into bed and she cuddled up to me, sneaking an arm across my stomach to my uninterested penis. Of course, it didn’t stay that way for long, especially with her soft, sensual moans that alerted me to her own, private moment under the sheets while she readied me.

With my mind at peace, I didn’t stop her from disappearing under the blanket and going down on me, again. Hard as I might be, I was still exhausted from the earlier ‘release’. I had kind of left her on her own when she climbed on top of my body, and very conveniently, slipped my cock into her soaking wet pussy.

To that, I have to admit that I wasn’t that surprised, considering how frequently I initiated sex just to find her dripping wet. A few minutes of cowgirl later, her mouth was back to work, sucking the life out of me while I whimpered helplessly in pleasure.

Give any man enough time, and he will return to the normalcy of ‘sensation’. The seamless transfer from her mouth to pussy kept me in a perpetual soothing-high mood that I didn’t require much work to reach a second orgasm.

As usual, I warned her of my imminent climax and she sank me all the way into her throat this time, for another fuss-free delivery of her morning-snack right down her mouth. Needless to say, I was tired, but not that tired to miss the pancakes and scrambled eggs she cooked.

After breakfast, we decided to go for a movie and she went for a shower first, while I did the dishes. When I was dressing up, Maeve was just on the little stool we had, using every opportunity to keep me in her mouth until I had to ‘zip it up’.

At the movies, we chose a nice corner and did what couples do, hands touching each other where we shouldn’t (at least in public spaces) and trying to make each other moan. After that, she made sure that we were the last to leave, and found a nice corner in the stairwell, out of public eyes.

There, my zipper went down like everything else, engaging in some heavy, uncontrollable petting while she stroked me. From the hastily-done blowjob, we proceeded to the standing-doggy position, expending our adrenaline-filled muscles for the quickest quickie. When it was time to blow, she chose to have it in her mouth again, vacuuming me till I was weak in the knees.

Once done, we did some shopping and headed back home, where we had all the privacy to have our late lunch in the nude. Throughout a Netflix series we streamed on our TV, she remained seated – on my lap, with my soft-but-erected dick inside her. That would be my only rest time before she went down on me again, suspending me in more than fifteen minutes of agonising-delight until I emptied the few drops (of cum) that my body produced.

At night, weak beyond words, I just let her fed me dinner and we went straight to bed without washing up. Like most nights, I fell asleep first to her constant fondling of my manhood, or at least until she sucked me awake.

For my last, and final load, I simply grew too frustrated with her insatiable lust and gave it to her from behind. Pumping with might that was previously non-existent, I ensured that she was stuck in the same, unending high as I rubbed her off impatiently.

Two, I made sure she had at least two orgasms before I tightened my fists on her waist, pounding her deeper and harder than I had ever done, stretching out her vagina to its furthest, physically-achievable depth.

(I moaned) ‘I’M CUMMING!’

Without any more warning, I yanked my cock out of her and straightened my kneeling-body. That disoriented girl then clumsily rotated herself to me, and remained on her fours while I dipped my engorged cock into her mouth. Thrusting carefully but rapidly, I took as long as I needed to cum, squeezing the possibly-empty calories into her gapping mouth.

Like previously, there was nothing to clean up and we just fell asleep, properly this time until the next morning where I figured, that it was my turn to keep her exhausted for the entire day. It would seem, that the wireless vibrator we had will need to be recharged a few times, during which.. she wouldn’t be exactly resting.

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Assisted-Orgasm

(She asked) ‘Can I ask you something?’

‘Yeah?’

(She whispered) ‘have you ever.. touched a girl there?’

(I replied awkwardly) ‘Umm.. No? But I’ve seen.. videos.’

‘Like porn?’

‘Yeeesss.. ‘

While I was still distracted by her suddenly-smiley face, she sneaked a hand over my knee and swiftly progressed upwards, fingertips wriggling into the hems of my shorts like she knew that I wouldn’t resist. From that moment she popped ‘that’ question, I understood her curiosity, but not her audicity to actually initiate anything.

Like she has thought, I fought back any urges to dart away, no matter how ticklish it felt. When she was finally got ‘far’ enough to come in contact with my undies, that was the moment we both realised how narrow it was (in my shorts) for her to keep moving.

Instead of pulling her hand away, she casually leaned forward and stretched her other hand out for my buckle, while all I had to do was ‘stay still’, or so I thought.

‘You can touch me too under the blanket.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Uh huh..’

Before I even reached her knees, she already had her fingers wrapped around my cock, that was throbbing so hard I could feel my own heartbeat in my loin. In a way, she was easier to ‘access’ without any clothes on (under the sheets), having stripped down to her nines as part of her ‘sleeping routine’.

Oh! And I have not yet mentioned, that she was a classmate, wheelchair-bound due to a cognitive disability that left her otherwise-healthy legs immobile. Out of kindness, respect for her undying good spirits, and mainly, convenience, I had sent her home that evening, only to be as surprised as her when we found no one home.

Sleeping naked, was greatly helpful as it would meant one less attire to get out of, before her daily, morning shower. Besides her physiotherapy-days, there weren’t many occasions she had to break out a sweat.

That cheeky girl has got me moaning and writhing long before I touched her spot, though she wasn’t any less sensitive as I had expected. On top of that, my fingers could completely feel how wet she has gotten so quickly, to the point that my mind could only ‘use’ my enlarging dick to express my excitement.

(She whimpered) ‘you are getting bigger!’

‘I know.. I can’t help it.. ‘

(She moaned harder) ‘I know.. How I can help.. But you.. You might have to do all the work..’

That exact moment, was where my uncultured, primitive mind came to its senses, bombarding me with thoughts of ‘pity’, ‘guilt’, ‘responsibilities’, and basically every other reason I shouldn’t take advantage of an incapacitated friend. Where, I wondered, did ‘respect’, ‘chivalry’, my manners disappeared to.

‘You know.. I am just contented with this.. Like just doing this with you..’

‘Hey! But I’m not! I want this inside..’

Even for the right reasons, I couldn’t seem to shake ‘pity’ off, like I was only giving in because she was disabled. I couldn’t find the right words until a minute later, explaining my dilemma about doing it with her.

‘R? For all I know, this could be the only time I will get to do it. So I do want it, but only as much as you find me attractive, not pitiful.’

For the longest time, and to most of the guys in our class as well, she IS a desirable, pretty, if not gorgeous, girl I dare say we fantasised about at least once. As someone who (sort of) knew what she goes through on a daily basis, it was harder for me to like her any less.

‘You know what.. I do want you as much as it.’

Wasting not a second more, I flipped the blanket away and spread her legs, thereafter bending them at her knees for her to hold onto them. In our newfound, delighted mood, the real liberation came when I pushed my very tip into her dripping love hole.

As first-timers, I made the mistake of going in ‘too fast’, not that I knew what sensation to savour or behold. It was mostly ‘me’ in my mind, wanting to feel good in that hot, slippery pussy that I neglected who it belonged to until she moaned too loud for comfort.

One look at her euphoric, orgasmic face and I was instantly awakened, to the entire gist of ‘doing it’. The reason we were having such pleasurable sex, was solely her credit for allowing me to come this far. Who else, should my attention go to, focus on, to repay for the opportunity which wouldn’t deny me of my eventual ‘happy ending’.

I kept my eyes on her fluttering eyelids, as I thrust my hips hard and deep, making sure that she responded with a tighter grip over my cock.

(She moaned loudly) ‘R! I’M.. KA.. COMINGGGHHHH!’

Right at the second she sealed me deep within her vagina, I learnt of that overwhelming urge to cum, which I promptly subdued by freezing all movements. That few, long seconds, wouldn’t have felt too far of from an intense, thorough orgasm on my part. Her vaginal walls pulsated gripping heartbeats that calmed my mind, to take in the glorious sight of her exasperated, satisfied look, on a glowing, tanned body.

(She asked weakly) ‘is it your turn.. To cum?’

Honestly, I have spiritually achieved what I did not expect myself to, and there was no longer any desire to end ‘high’. Smiling silently at her dumbfounded expression, I pulled out of her and climbed out of her bed, only for her to ‘catch’ my cock before I could zip my shorts up.

‘Come.’

That very word lured my hips to her face, where she coyly put her mouth over my cock and sucked on it, sloppily without any cues or knowledge on how to give head. On my part, I made short, shallow thrusts along her lips, leveraging on her naturally-small mouth to squeeze me in the right places.

After three or so minutes, I groaned louder as a warning, to ready her for the following few seconds. Once I crossed the point-of-no-return, my body relaxed, instead of tensing up, for an ample amount of cum to just exit my shaft, albeit in tiny, powerful squirts into her mouth.

The same, hopeful, delighted smile shone across her cheeks as she vacuumed everything out of me, leaving no drippy-droppy for my underwear to soak. Once we did our deed, I got dressed and left her bedroom door open on my way out.

At the doorstep, I met her mum and sister, who were trying to open the door with hands full of shopping bags. Needless to say, I was ‘invited’ back in, and showered with the great hospitality of a traditional Malay family. Even she, was not spared from getting dressed to entertain her ‘help’.

As uncanny as it may sound, there are indeed more leeway towards wheelchair-bound people, and their helpers in handicap toilets, considering how much uninterrupted time (and privacy) we spent in there.

It is, just that ‘tiring’ for me in there that I had to exit covered in perspiration, while she could easily use ’embarrassment’ to explain the afterglow on her face.

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Troubled Wobble

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(I exclaimed) ‘You’re here first.’

(She answered excitedly) ‘Uh-huh!’

‘And very well-dressed too.’

This time, unlike before, it was the strapless, collarbone-revealing, ruffled, black tube dress that I couldn’t stop looking at, in particular the curves around her usually-hidden waist, and the appropriate-sized chest.

‘So.. it’s my school’s prom night.. and birthday too!’

‘Your birthday?’

(She gleamed) ‘YUPP!’

Without any hesitation, or breaking her smile, she snatched the cigarette I was about to lit and stuck its end into my mouth, before I handed her my lighter to ‘light me up’. Immediately after that, she squatted at my feet and went for my zipper, skipping the usual ‘menial’ task for an instant gratification inside her mouth.

Despite her haste, everything slowed down from the moment she started licking my shaft all over, compounding on the effects my cigarette had on my weary mind. It was on that night, at that instance, when I realised that she has been going down on me for approximately seven minutes, the average time I took to finish a stick.

After spending that amount of time drifting in between euphoria and some slight (pleasurable) agony, she rose to her feet once I stubbed the cigarette butt out. From that point, I was certain that something has happened, for her to place my palms on her uncupped, braless chest where her nipples were poking so hard through.

Sensing some kind of relief, I took my time to massage the pair, just like how she exercised her hand on my cock. For my following ‘trip’ down her waist to her bum, I met no resistance, even when I hiked her dress up – to discover her grave state of undress.

(I whispered) ‘no panties?’

(She whispered) ‘for you.. ‘

At once, I stuck my fingers between her legs and easily found her clit, working on them so rapidly like a vibrator. The birthday girl, didn’t take too long to start leaking either, drenching my whole hand as I fingered her love hole.

For some reason, I couldn’t stop teasing her that way, way past the time she got too lightheaded to keep her hand on my manhood. Instead of the steps this time, she simply spun herself around, perched her elbows on the horizontal part of the railing, and threw a slutty look at me.

‘Hmm.. birthday huh?’

(With pleading eyes) ‘uh huh.. ‘

I gently placed both palms on her thighs and dragged them so slowly up, to re-expose her bare bottom in the proper, legal light this time. Automatically, she parted her feet and bent them a little, for me to smear her juices all over ourselves until she grew impatient.

(She asked) ‘Can I call you daddy?’

‘Sure. Do you like that?’

‘Yes daddy.. but can you please put it in already? Your little girl needs some liquid-love.’

‘Fine.’

That said, I popped my little head in and got a firm hold of her waist, before ramming the complete length of my cock into the misbehaving girl. Naturally, her first yelp went unrestrained as she curled forward in shock, of my unannounced ‘treat’. Seeing how tightly she clenched her fists on the rails, I couldn’t continue doing what I would do.

‘Baby? Are you ok? I’m sorry. I thought it would.. ‘

(In her weak voice) ‘Yes daddy.. I’ll take anything you give me.. as hard as you want.’

My heart sank, not from relief, but from lust. For a moment, there were no more strings on me, especially on the (slow) speed I was supposed to start all forms of sex in. Going for a moderate, all-out pace, I moved my hips back and forth, dipping into her depths at a controlled speed.

Knowing how well it worked for my, rightful partner, it had the same effect on her as well. Within minutes, she was already shivering, in growing intensity as her legs buckled dangerously, in increasing frequency. Still holding onto her waist, I was able to keep her upright as I banged her harder, against the metal railing with fading paint.

No doubt unexpected, it was pleasant to hear, and feel how seamlessly she climaxed, comparable to a harder seawave hitting her at the right spot instead of an excruciating orgasm. Inside of her, it was a yearning, reassuring kind of grip that enclosed my cock, unlike the usual, cock-crimping experience.

After the first ‘wave’, more followed suit as I maintained that pace, draining her of more strength with each. By the time my shirt was drenched, she had gone far in a trance, that only a pause in my motion could only awaken.

(She whimpered) ‘Daddy? Are you tired?’

‘A little, yes.’

The concerned little girl wasted no time in turning herself around, to be taken aback by my state of sweatiness. As unnecessary as it was, I could tell that she felt guilty, about the work she has ‘made me done’. Without saying a word, she led me to the steps (next to us), straightened her dress, and unrolled the top to keep her breasts out.

Patting on the step she was seated on, I cluelessly placed one feet on it, and let her shift one step down so her mouth would be directly in front of my cock. For the first few minutes, I was treated like a royal with slow up-down strokes, gentle-tongue teases, and extended accommodations down her throat. To top things off, she insisted that I smoked, while she made love to me with her mouth.

After my first stick, she secured her lips around my circumference and reached under my legs for my butt, pushing them forcefully in her direction. Halfway, she requested that I light another one, and puff away while she attempts to deep-throat me. In just a few thrusts, she, and I, found out about her lack of any gag-reflex, as long as I went deep enough.

One hand on my cigarette, and other other behind her head, the face-fuck she had just practiced for was put to the test, further surprising the both of us when I was able to go balls-deep. With that, I went at it faster and harder, sinking my entire shaft into the facial orifice overflowing with saliva.

Once I had enough of my second consecutive cancer stick, I put it out and used both hands, to keep her still while I continued to jerk my hips into her face.

In that mysteriously-pleasurable hole, it took me slightly longer, to build up a different kind of ‘explosive’. Even before that ‘moment’, I could tell how much greater it would feel, from sheer liberation, all-encompassing, and even at a soul-cleansing level.

‘Ready, baby?’

‘MMM!’

Despite her teary eyes, smudged mascara, I could tell how much she was looking forward to this, just from her eyes that looked so delightful. One more minute, was all I took from her before I came straight down her throat, bypassing her taste buds for a familiar, milking motion of her thorax mucles.

Since I was already at her mouth, the cleanup was much quicker, though still delicately done so I wouldn’t stain my undies. That night, she had her first (and last) puff, and we exchanged numbers so baby girl could contact daddy, whenever daddy texted her first.

In our small talk after that, she confessed, she would have no qualms about extorting a ‘yes’ out of me as a birthday present, if I turned her ‘offer’ down. My agreement to be her ‘daddy’, was the best gift she received, alongside the acceptance into the instituition of her choice.

Unsurprisingly, the fifteen minutes we spent sharing identity-safe facts about ourselves, proved to be exactly how much time I needed, for a second erection. Needless to say, I was swiftly discharged of that much-wanted-attention in a merciless, one-sided cowgirl ride. Where else, have I not filled that would empty my emptiness once more?

Given how her new school timetable was more flexible than the last, she used each visit to slowly familiarised herself with the layout of the warehouse I work in, some areas surrounding it, and also a few of my co-workers. Long story short(er), those dark, quiet, discreet corners she found would be where the two, or three, or more of us relieved our despicable, sexual needs.

All that said, that fateful stairwell would still, be our main activity ground.

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