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Unattended

(She whispered) ‘hey.. there’s no place for us to.. ‘

‘Shhh.. ‘

Cupping my palm over her mouth, I silenced her concerns as tons of non-furniture-needed activities filled my mind, with the first one being – ‘setting the mood’. In the unlit, former bedroom of mine, the only light illuminating our restless bodies came from the frosted windows, and boy, were they more than enough for me to gaze upon her doubtful face.

I quietly took her paper bag from her hand and placed it gently on the ground, before releasing my hand (from her mouth) to take both her wrists in my hands. Standing so closely together, I couldn’t help taking in deep breaths of her as I ‘transferred’ her thin wrists to just one hand, freeing up one of my arms to do something else.

Keeping time with the adrenaline-mood that I have created, I slipped that free hand up her shirt and unhooked her bra, releasing both her sensitive nipples for what was about to come next. Biting on the hem of her black t-shirt, I raised it up high enough to expose her chest in its full glory and dived straight for those perky, Hershey kisses.

I was admittedly a little overwhelmed when I began ‘feasting’ on them, sucking as hard as I could was gentle with the nibbles I delivered onto them. When she began moaning so sensually and perhaps, a little unwillingly, I knew I had to keep going, switching sides when either of them was appropriately warmed-up. It was such a memorable moment to be surrounded by the familiar, Downey aroma from her clothes, and a unique, feminine scent that I could only enjoy upclose.

When her knees started to quiver, that was when I shifted my hand lower to her jeans, where a little pinch-and-tuck motion relieved her of her bottoms. In the blink of an eye, her pants, and panties, were already around her feet, and she even kind enough to take one foot out of them.

Bringing my chest back up to her cutesy chest, I pecked at her neck as I ran my hand over her belly, and down between her legs. Expectedly, a slopping, wet vagina was awaiting me and I was overly-glad to give it some attention. Wriggling my middle finger into the soft folds of her labia, I quickly located her clit and made a fast job of getting her all weak and jelly.

There is just something about her wetness that turned me on so much, with an erection that wasn’t too keen to ‘rape’ her. Still, I had a job to do and my fingers were on it right then, rubbing as they glide a little bit closer to her vagina each time. Within a few minutes, I was a finger-deep inside her and there was no stopping us, especially when she was teasing me through my pants.

I then turned her around to face the wall, made her stick her ass out, and squatted right behind her bum, with my mouth ready to devour whatever this new position would bring. Once I noticed that pink, plump lips, I buried my face in her rear and ate at her clit, flicking my tongue extra forcefully while getting my face smeared with her love juice. I was intrigued by how responsive, and expressive she was in this particular stance, unselfish with her ecstatic moans and erratic twitching of her ass.

Unsurprisingly, I didn’t persevere too long in this ‘meal’, and tightened my grip on her wrists as I stood back up, With one hand, I unclasped my belt and zipper, letting them hit the ground with a loud thud. Suddenly, I felt a little jerk in my restraining hand, a clear indicator of a ‘time out’. The only thing I could think of next was to put my head over her shoulder, and listened intently for any ‘stoppage’. So, you can imagine the message she sent when all I heard was her rapid breathing, and an deliberate effort to keep her lips sealed.

For those wondering, it is, ‘the green light’.

I then held my cock in my only free hand and positioned it right outside her vagina, thereafter making a few ‘test stroke’ to make sure I was indeed, at the correct spot. From there on, everything seemed to be happening in hyperspeed as I carefully inched my way into her, and paced myself every time she clenched her fists.

Despite taking a long time to get all of my six inches inside of her, it was both a relief, and worrying when I sensed a little, tensed-pressure around my dick. No longer willing to be pleasured at her expense, I put my entire, lower-body on ‘pause’ until her vagina gradually relaxed, far enough for me to resume a rhythmic thrust.

It wasn’t until I wrapped a hand around her neck, and choked her as I twisted her arms a little higher, did I understand what truly is a mind-fuck. Caught between comfort, pleasure, and an undiscovered thirst for suffering, my hardness was as shamefully as confused as I was – being both hard and soft at the worst time.

Once I finally let go of her throat and wrists, was I able to focus on that desirable little waist I had both my hands around, squeezing them together as I jabbed my dick deep and fast from her rear. Combine that with the occasional kisses and merciless, nipple-pinching, she has arrived at a tightness that was unafraid, and yet orgasmic. It was the surreal kind of hard grip (of my dick) within a very soft, fleshy tunnel.

Less than five minutes later, I was calling my orgasm out as my body lost control, ramming her at my fiercest without any restraints. Before I knew it, I blew up into the condom between us and awkwardly succumbed to my trembling knees while sustaining her joyful snicker.

Covered in perspiration and refreshed lust, we washed up as simply as we could and left the unoccupied apartment – for the last time.

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Milky

I could not have faulted her, for not knowing what emotions a ‘slap’, or a ‘smack’, might she bring about in a guy, whose jokes she has been laughing at for as long as they existed together. And there was no lack of ‘wit’ in me, to keep her beaming at the silly comments I made out of her rampant goofiness.

Her squinty-eyed smile, her carelessly-infectious laughter, has never failed to lighten my heart as well, having all worn down by the daily demands of my industry. Like a well-pampered baby, she showed no signs of tiredness, no matter how long the day was, and I would like to think that I am contributing to her endless source of strength.

It wasn’t long after, that we found ourselves out and about, in the dead of the night, to look for tiny little corner shops for comfort food that warmed our hearts. Over the few evenings we satiated our peckish mood, I couldn’t help myself from making little mental notes about what she likes.

I know, it must be so weird, to overthink things this far, but I was frankly enjoying myself, as I took great care of this little one. Crafty, I would say she was, but she also possessed this ‘charm’ derived from a mix of beauty, cluelessness, and curiosity – that could get her into sticky situations if unaddressed.

Seeing her munch with her mouth agape, sit with her legs apart, she seemed like the kind of girl who packed a punch – for those unfamiliar with her. And yet, there I was, gleaming at her, as she spewed another string of words to lamented how I was always ‘critical’ of her.

As time passed, as we became closer, I began to throw seemingly-random questions at her, pertaining to her body, habits, and even her closed-door activities. A part of me was thrilled to know, that aside from answering most personal queries I had for her, she has also learned how to ask the more-disturbing questions.

Before I knew it, she had sent the first ever selfie I have secretly been wishing for, dressed in the distasteful army (admin) tee that I had given her instead of binning it. As if one (photo) wouldn’t do the job, her second picture only made my heart race a little quicker, even if it was just a normal-as-hell, changing-room selfie.

As unrelated as this may sound, I am proud to declare that my top-two favourite pictures on my phone were no longer any of those mindless photos I snapped for the Gram. For a deep-thinking kind of man, I knew exactly how far we should be apart, instead of trying something funny only for it to ruin what we had.

In any case, I was more than happy to keep things as they were, basking in her loud and obnoxious chuckle that always brightens my day. For a few more weeks after that, I kept our relationship at that dangerously-close distance until that night when we went for a late-night treat of dim sum at a 24-hour outlet.

It was, on that special evening, under the cool and breezy weather that we decided to stop at a pavilion, some distance away from the then-closed train station, to let our food-coma pass. Having had our fill, and spoken our minds, we just simply sat there next to each other, with my mind too drained to make any(more) sarcastic remarks.

Sitting by my side with her eyes peacefully shut, I couldn’t resist staring at her sharp, well-defined face that looked even more perfect under the moonlight. I was lost in my own world when I noticed her open palm that was resting on her kneecap, in a very, very tempting upward-facing position.

And so, what would a tipsy idiot do at that instance? I held my breath as I playfully dragged my fingertips over her wrist, across her palm, and slipped them through her boney joints. The following soft, firm grip she gave, then sent my mind in all directions as the thought of ‘it’s all over you little shithead’ shot through my mind. Nothing, could prepare me for the moment she passed ‘me’ to her other hand, and tucking a free arm under mine to rest her head on my shoulder.

Without a word, I let her ‘keep’ my hand until she started playing with them, replicating some motions that coincided with very sleazy undertones. In no time, I was hardened into an upright state, pants barely able to contain the wrath unless I made some small, discrete movements. Just as I did that, she looked up at me with a disapproving smile, and a shake of her head before putting it back down (on my shoulder).

Less than five seconds later, she tossed my arm over her head and onto her back, where I instinctively brushed along her spine to instill some kind of tingle. I just kept stroking her back until she abruptly sat uptight, pulled the back of her shirt out, and shoved that very hand of mine, underneath. Naughtily, I slid my hand up her bareback and located her bra, which after several ‘pinches’, came undone.

Once that was freed, she wriggled herself closer, for me to wrap my hand around to her front. On my first contact, a gasp escaped my mouth as I ‘met’ her cutesy little soup dumpling. After some fondling, her ensuing restlessness then spurred me to take my arm out, for my next move.

‘what are you doing?’, she asked sleepily, while I butt-shifted myself directly in front of her legs. Like a hungry diner, I loosened her jeans button before pulling the hems of her jeans down, where she ‘unwillingly-assisted’ me by raising her shapely hips above the wooden bench. ‘here?’, I left another of her question unanswered as I peeled the final few inches of denim away her groin, for the glorious sight of a smooth, moist pussy.

As soon as I pried her inner-thighs open, I dove right in, planting my tongue in the middle and tilted my face towards her clit. Her immediate reaction, was definitely as amusing as it was hot when she realised how important it was to keep a ‘look-out’, while being burdened by the excited flutter of my tongue.

For a guy without much practice, I pulled the only trick I knew, and attempted to ‘spell’ the alphabets with my tongue, except that I had to keep restarting because of how ‘alluring’ her moans were. With her on watch, I focused on that one task until she could no longer keep her head up, thus risking our reckless tryst-in-the-park.

‘condom?’, she shyly asked, as if any decent man would be caught without one. I immediately whipped one out and used the chance to teach her how to put it on, almost dashing my fantasy when she accidentally launched it into the air. With it in place, it was her turn to play – in the same cowgirl position her ex-boyfriend loved.

There was nothing left to wonder as she worked her hips skilfully in my lap, bouncing, grinding, and hopping as ecstatically as she could to get the most out of my ultra-sensitive body. As if riding for her life, the sprightly girl swiftly put my limbs out of commission, doing the same to my mind except it was my consciousness that I could no longer get a grasp on.

Once she pushed my body too far beyond comfort, I had to stop her in order to retain some sanity. We then moved to a darker, better-hidden corner of the pavilion for a unbiased stance – the standing doggy.

After we were safely stashed in the new spot, I guided my cock into her from the back and returned her the ‘favour’, holding nothing back as I smashed, thrust, and filled her up with a cock a decade older than her. In the heat of the moment, I started wincing from her prominent pelvic bone, that initially fueled my perpetual sex-drive. It soon became my Achilles heel as the pressure around my dick skyrocketed, squeezing me so hard that it hurt. Nonetheless, I took it as a signal of an orgasm that I wasn’t sure could happened.

Within a split second, my mind went blank as my body turned lifeless, for a huge explosion that erupted into the rubber. Our weakened knees then gave way and we simultaneously fall back onto the seat, with her back crashing into my chest. It was at that point, the super-awake me recalled the one thing she missed during her last relationship, and that was the one and only thing I could do for her then.

It was once again quiet and tranquil as I tucked one of my hands between her thigh gap, letting my middle fingertip between her outer lips, and dragging it outward of her groin to discover her all-sensitive clit, under a tiny hood. Adding another finger into her ‘club’, I continued to rub her clit carefully as I explored between the other, outer-folds of her vagina, causing her to release more cock-raising moans. As for my final task to ‘deliver’, I simply mixed everything up, serving up a bigger portion of ‘rub’, than ‘swipe’ (along her vaginal folds).

And there we have it, a new achievement – an orgasm-in-the-park.

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A Silent Boom

(She asked) ‘So?’

(I answered) ‘So?’

I couldn’t help but break a smiling-sigh as she revealed a smirk, at the one-off chance that we found ourselves in the staff-only, single-cubicle washroom, of our modest workplace.

My attraction towards her, though respectful and distant, had an element of ‘lust’ that I never expected to see any light, let alone her ‘approval’.

Given how ‘far’ we had always kept our close relationship, I was extremely careful about this – opportunity. ‘Does she really want this?’, ‘What if she regrets later?’, those were some of my doubts that I knew could wreck our future interactions.

From where I stood, behind her, I could see her entire face, and there was nothing but gratitude, and perhaps a hint of consent.

Warily, I placed my hands on her boney hips that no men could ever resist, and saw no signs of discomfort in her eyes. From there, I gently peeled her leggings off her waist and unraveled her bum, thighs, down to her knees where she continued to wriggle them off.

I then pushed the zipper-part of my jeans on her ass, before undoing my pants to let her know ‘where’ was I, and that she was welcomed to stop me at any point.

Once my undies were off, she stuck a hand between her legs and brought my cock under her pussy, showing off her freshly-shaven, icy cold slit that only one other person had accessed.

Unwanting to rush anything, I simply moved my hips back and forth, dragging my shaft along her pussy as I wrapped my arms around her waist to reach her clit.

Once I found her sweet spot, I rubbed it very lightly until she was moaning and getting increasingly wet, for the lucky me.

(I asked) ‘So?’

I took another look into the mirror and noticed her blissful, serene expression, obviously enjoying my little ‘dance’.

After a few minutes, I was sufficiently ‘juiced’ to attempt my first entry. Retracting my hips further than usual, I angled my waist slightly upward before poking my cock into her vagina.

Without much effort, and an unexpected yelp, I was overcome with warmth, wetness, and an endearing grip of lust. For the few seconds we didn’t move, she was just throbbing around me like I was, inside of her.

‘Ok?’

‘Mmm.. ‘

My body then took control and began moving back and forth, pushing my thick member in and out of her hairless glory. There was no dirty talk, or profanities, just deep, heavy sighs and hisses at each time I hit the deepest spot.

As her body relaxed to my rhythmic thrusts, she began to lie lower across the sink, arms barely holding her high enough to see my shamless, grinning face.

In time, I went all out at her brittle frame and unlocked her hoarse-sounding moans, along with heavily-accented ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’.

The prowess of her tightness, was not one to be meddled with as her pelvic bones were very prominent, on her delicate insides. I had to admit, there were some discomfort, but they were few and far between the forceful pounding I was lashing out.

About ten long minutes later, she began trembling as her vaginal wall shut around me, sealing me within the tiny space I could still ‘pull’ myself out of.

(I cried) ‘MILLY!’

Unsure if it was even my ‘moment’, I yanked my cock out of her for safety and stumbled backwards, just in time to watch a stream of thick, transparent fluid dribble out of her pussy and across her thighs.

Weak as she was, I helped her to the toilet where she caught her breath, and also my dick in a firm grip. From down below, she looked up at me and ‘reignited’ my engine, jerking me off to an unintrusive eruption over her skinny hand.

Only at the clean-up part, did we resume our mutually-destructive scorns and jokes about how ‘we’ performed earlier. And not a word more was said once we left the premise.

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Phone Sex

‘Did you put anything else into the pi pa gao?’

(Maeve answered cheekily) ‘Me? No? Why?’

‘My heart is beating quite fast.. like I am on the pill.’

‘The pill that makes you last longer?’

With an unapologetic grin on her face, Maeve proceeded to pull my boxers off before laying sideway on my belly, taking me to the heavens with her lips that was slowly descending upon my shaft. As she put me repeatedly in and out of ‘agony’ with those playful, hard sucking, she was also busy on her phone, though I didn’t mind that at all.

She has put me in my place, and in her mouth where I could not stop groaning to. Making long, slow strokes up and down my cock, I couldn’t keep my eyes peeled for more than a few seconds each time I peeped at her, a delightful sign of her unknown prowess.

Her phone ringing

‘J?’

‘Yes?’

‘It’s Shaun. He is video calling me.’

‘What does he want now? I’ll only allow voice call.’

Immediately, she rejected his call, and made one of her own. Within seconds, the ringing stopped and his familiar voice broke the silence.

(Caller asked) ‘What are you doing to him now?’

(Maeve answered) ‘Sucking? Mmmm~ exaggerated slurping noises‘

In order to ‘spice things up’ for him, I moved her lower body within my reach and put my fingers straight to work, rubbing her clit to garner an even ‘deeper’ response from her. Along with her invigorated spirits, she also moaned louder into her phone, to which the caller responded by making some manly groans of his own.

After I was thoroughly drenched to my balls, I placed Maeve on her back and repositioned myself between her thighs.

(I said) ‘Tell him what am I doing. Keep him updated.’

(Maeve replied) ‘AHHH! He.. he made me lie on the bed and.. ahhh.. his cock is sliding into me now.. can.. ahhh.. can you hear it?’

I raised her feet higher into the air, placed her phone on her chest, and began thrusting slowly into her pussy. For a delicate ‘dick’ like me who often requires extra lubrication, she was especially wet that evening, all thanks to the unwanted attention that the caller was giving her.

In no time, I found myself going all out in her soaked hole, plugging her vagina unrestrained, in extreme comfort. Following her upbeat mood, I pried her legs opened gradually until they were as wide as she could go, so I could really go all the way in.

After a few minutes of that, she gently pushed me out of her and perched herself up, to give me another round of the mind-blowing, addicting oral sex. In my half-squat position to match her petite body length, my knees didn’t take long before they wobbled too much to hold me up anymore.

I was at once placed on the bed, in her spot, while she climbed over my twitching manhood. Holding the phone in her direction, she leaned over my chest and unleashed the little monster in her, which mostly consisted of unbridled slamming and hopping on my groin.

Now that she has full control of the speed, her moans became even ‘sluttier’, for the man listening on the other end of the line, whom has not stopped groaning as if it had any effects on our tryst. His muffled, unhelpful dirty talk went unnoticed as we busied ourselves with passionate french kisses, and some clit massage to tune her up.

(Maeve asked) ‘Can you fuck me from behind?’

‘Yes please. I would love that.’

And just like that, she bounced off my cock and went onto her fours, leaving her phone untouched on the pillow as I pierced my sword into her fleshy, hot sheath. No time was wasted as I banged the brains out of my gorgeous lover, dipping my rod into her hot cave over and over again, as hard as I could.

The short, four whole minutes I went crazy in her pussy felt like an eternity, filled with ecstatic cries and pleas, before I had to tap out. Maintaining a rapid tempo, I kept humping until I froze in my spot, our cue for the imminent, subsequent blast that sent my viscous seeds into her snatch.

(Maeve sighed) ‘Ohhh.. yes.. there’s so much.. you’re filling me up to the brim.. ‘

Like any man who hears that, one might think that she was just making such comments for the other party to hear. But when I crouched backwards to see exactly how ‘much’ I had cum, she was indeed, true to her words. A ring of whitish-fluid has escaped her cum-pouch, but was quickly ‘swallowed back’ as soon as I pulled my cock out of her.

No tissues or towels were needed that particular day, as she slid one of her hands over that cum-stained creampie, to rub one off. While she half-fingered, half-teased her clit, I prepared the towels we needed and spent the rest of the time admiring the reluctant flow of love-nectar out of her, with an orgasm giving them a final ‘push’, out onto the towels between her legs.

(Maeve playfully yelped) ‘That’s all for you! Goodnight Shaun.’

With that, she collapsed in bed and I rolled her over, to smear my cum further around her groin – until I was hard again. Another simple, vanilla round of sex summed up our night and we didn’t need much time to fall asleep.

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After Work

It wasn’t until I heard the distinct click of the doorknob that I realised that someone had successfully unlocked the cubicle without my knowledge, and possibly ‘intentionally’ too, due to how loudly I was playing a game on my mobile phone.

Given how ‘far’ the toilet bowl was to the door of the handicap toilet, it was kind of no-brainer that I would fail to shut it in time, only to see a familiar face pop through the gap.

‘Joelyn?! What are you *quietening* doing?!’

Silencing me mid-sentence with a finger on her lips, she pushed her way into the spacious cubicle and worried the hell out of me. Without saying a word, she began to unbutton her uniform while I pulled my pants back up, spending most of my time in awkwardness as she removed more of her clothes.

‘What are you doing Joelyn?’

‘Changing?’

‘Into? You are almost naked now.’

‘I know.’

I swear I saw a grin of an endless pit when she strutted towards me, in just her mesh bralet and her equally-breezy panties. Somehow, the knowledge or assumption she had about me not coming into any kind of physical contact with her, backfired when she laid her hands on me, or more specifically, on my groin.

There was a brief moment of ‘awe’ when I saw quickly how she had unbuckled my belt, which was unlike any loop-buckle most people know of. In no time, she had my fly undone, and an erecting cock within the grasp of her cold hands.

(Joelyn whispered) ‘would you like to show me how you do it – with your wife? pause no? then don’t mind if I do.’

My inaction next brought her onto her knees, then to her mouth, where I failed to suppress nor control the shivers, moans, and liberating-sighs to her affection.

Fondling my balls in one of her palms, she let her loosely-sealed lips run up and down my shaft, before making occasional stops to suckle on that shiny-red, swollen dick head. When she started to swirl her tongue around that ‘spot’ under the ‘mushroom’, I got even louder, as my knees weakened to her increasingly-keen mouth.

For what felt like a long time, I was left to ‘suffer’ in a trance-like state, only sobering up to regain my grip on one of those support handles. By the time she had enough, it was only due to how ‘big’ I had gotten, which made it, in her own words, ‘too tiring for my jaws’.

I was distinctively ‘not myself’ when she sat me back down on the toilet (with the lid closed), maneuvered her way between my legs, and peeled her tight pair of panties to her knee-level.

Her subsequent movement, of bending forward a little to let her pussy ‘stick out’, suddenly appeared all too familiar to me. Not only was this particular position very common in porn, but a part of me has always thought that ‘this was too good to be true’, in terms of how much effort the ‘man’ has to put in.

I had literally nothing else to do, but hang on to my dear life and take in the view as her glistening pussy kept moving downward until it touched my dick head, then spliting itself as wide I was thick, before swallowing me whole.

Thanks to the blinding-overhead lights, I was able to catch a glimpse of her ‘entry procedure’ before lust took control of our bodies. Slamming just her hips down hard on my manhood, I took it upon myself to lie back and relax as her pussy did all the work, squeezing, milking, stimulating me in loud, forceful strokes.

As far as a ‘good job’ went, I fared better in containing my groans than her, moaning dangerously-louder as she became tighter around my cock. Also, there was no need for me to be concerned with her orgasms since she would gush (a small squirt) at every one of them, which was no less than five times from what I could count.

Her body just took me wherever it wanted until I was muddled, and exhausted, all from doing nothing but ‘being the ride’. On one hand, I couldn’t help feeling mentally-drained long before my body was, especially given how ‘enthusiastic’ and ‘energetic’ she was.

And on the other hand, I had this on-off thing where my orgasm was reaching but not reaching, in direct response to her erractic movements.

That said, a man can only last that long before he has to climax, and I made my rightful call before we went overboard. When she heard me, and ended the slippery ride, I could sense some sort of relief, from both her weary smile and the joy of my orgasm.

Going back onto her knees, she just jerked me off this time until I was ready to blow my load, into her mouth that I went numb in after the successful delivery.

In my dishevelled, spent state, I laid motionless while she put on a dress I didn’t recognise. After we were both dressed, we left the vacant mall and made our way home.

What began as my nightly, after-work shit turned into our nightly, after-work fuck, which I have to admit was a good way to make sure at least one of my staff would sleep well at night.