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Sake of Love

*Running our hands all over each other in the lift heading up to our apartment*

(I whispered) ‘hey.. someone is getting impatient huh?’

(Maeve replied) ‘uh huh.. I can’t get to get this inside me.. OH! Before I forget.. *hands me an envelope* Happy birthday baby.. ‘

As I received the thick envelope, I couldn’t help but made a few guesses about its content, which were all wrong – until I joked that it was a ‘big stack of money’. Maintaining that sly grin on her face, we swiftly made our way into the house and into our bedroom, before I managed to peep into my birthday present. To my disbelief, it was indeed, filled with a wad of light-orange, 100-dollar notes.

In no time, I was led into bed, with my pants and all swiftly stripped away for her to suckle on my weiner. My brain was split between pleasure and confusion as I shivered involuntarily to her advances, unable to fully enjoy the royal treatment with those doubts.

(In my weakened voice) ‘Ba..by? Where did.. where did the money ca.. come from?’

Without giving me a clear reply, she went more wildly at the blowjob, neutralising my wandering thoughts with fuzzy, overwhelming ones. After my erection turned red(er) and thicker at her hand-blowjob combo, I was literally lifeless when she pulled her dress off and squatted over my cock.

I believed that that was the moment she had her eyes fixated on my glittering, saliva-covered member when she ‘relaxed’ herself, letting thick goops of whitish, semi-translucent fluids run down my member.

(Maeve shyly answered) ‘I got it in exchange for this.’

Before I could even say a word, we both saw an increase in the intensity of my cock-throbs, along with a hardness that only she would know.

(In my disbelief) ‘You.. had sex with other men.. for money?’

‘Yes.. slowly lowering herself over my drenched penis I fucked them.. for cash.. ‘

Upon hearing that, I slammed my hands on her tits and squeezed them so hard she winched, forcing her to alleviate that pain by moving her hips back and forth. In that jealousy-filled moment, I could feel some of that immense sensitivity leaving my loin area, without affecting my hardness. As much as I tried to ‘play it cool’, her last statement did hurt – in the exact way I had imagined.

She proceeded to go all-out crazy on top of me, sliding that plump pussy repeatedly up and down my cock as if it was the last time we would ever fuck. Lubricated by the ‘money’ counted in the unit of ‘men’, she was especially vocal and violent about getting me as deep inside her as she could.

(As I moaned) ‘Do you.. feel.. dirty?’

(She moaned) ‘OH YES BABY! SO.. SO VERY.. DIRTY.. ‘

Still mushing her volumptous breasts, I pinched her nipples next to rile her up even more. It couldn’t be helped that under that much lubrication, I was able to last longer, or at least long enough for me to perch myself up to ‘feed’ on those perky nips. That mere five minutes of her continuously slamming her tight pussy down my cock, felt so intense that I wasn’t too surprised when she had to slow down, to let us both catch our breaths.

‘Is it my turn?’

‘Do you want to? I can continue.. if you just let me catch my.. HEY!’

In the blink of an eye, I had placed her in missionary, wasting no more than three seconds to fill her pussy once again with my enraged cock. Thrusting mercilessly into her wailing body, I just held her knees wide as I gloated at the sight of my tireless dick indirectly causing her to moan that loud, and occasionally catch her watchful eyes monitoring my wrinkled-frowns.

Although I started, and sustained a relentless, non-stop streak, it wasn’t meant for me to last that long under such extreme ‘environment’. Running out of stamina sooner than she did, she was quick to point out my exhaustion – which warranted her for a takeover.

Returning to the cowgirl position, she simply rocked only her hips this time, pushing just that one button that would send tremors up my spine. However, when she tucked her feet in, and adopted the up-down-slamming angle, I then knew that that earlier back-forth motion was not sufficient to stimulate her as much.

Within three minutes, I think, I was calling my orgasms out to an unresponsive lover, more concerned with her on-going, sex binge. It wasn’t until I was convulsing (in pleasure), did she suddenly jump away from my swinging cock, got into the 69-position, and devoured my manhood in one ‘gulp’.

My memories over the the next few minutes was rightfully-robbed from me as I sensed my hips buckling, for a powerful, balls-draining orgasm that she moaned satisfyingly to, the whole time. I could feel my life force getting drained as she massaged my shrivelled testicles for more cum, before using her tongue to scoop up any missed bits.

That went on for a while on my inanimate, physical self, before a familiar shroud of calmness ‘refilled’ my body. Like magic, I was able to make out where her lips were (along my cock), what she was doing with her tongue, and revived in terms of size and behaviour.

Clearly, my obstructed vision didn’t stop her from doing as she pleased with my weiner while I probed at her pussy, making sure she was in the mood before raising her hips over my face. For those who didn’t know, I am someone whom trusts whoever she trusted, to let him (or whichever men) cum inside her. So I didn’t mind the taste of cum, and ate her out until she recalled that tiny detail.

For our subsequent round, we did it in a milder ‘mood’, in doggystyle, for as long as I last to regain my peak sensitivity to pump my second load into her – rightful place this time. We spent the day mostly in bed, in each other’s arms, and inside each other, before she brought me to a staircase of her choosing to make me an amateur video for memory.

Happy birthday to me.

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Bus Boy, and Girl

Stuck at a bus stop where the last bus failed to notice my flailing arm, I was drowning out my disbelief with music from my old-school, iPod Classic when another ‘passenger’ darted into the obscured bus stop. Without any warning, she slapped a hand on my shoulder and asked, while catching her breath.

‘I’m so.. sorry to bother you but.. did you notice if bus 171 has passed this stop?’

(I replied calmly) ‘Yes. The driver didn’t see me, and that was the last bus.’

(She muttered) ‘shiiitt.. ‘

It wasn’t until she started wringing rain water out of her hair, did I noticed that she was completely drenched, all the way to her bra that had became slightly visible. No more than two minutes later, her sneezing became more frequent, along with the occasional shivering of her shoulders.

To be honest, I had no idea what went through my mind when I decided to take my warm, merino shirt off, as if a stranger would just accept that kind of ‘generosity’ so naively. Still, I did just that and she took up my offer, after some rightful contemplation. About three minutes later, she returned to the bench I was at and returned the favour with a single bar of KitKat.

(She asked) ‘So you’re not in a hurry to get home?’

‘Not really. It’s actually quite nice to sit here in the dark and enjoy some music. Wanna listen?’

Without hesitation, she tucked her side of my earpiece into her ear and laid her head on my shoulder, re-enacting a scene that seemed straight out of some cheesy Korean drama. At one point, our arms accidentally touched each other and that was when she learnt of my ‘ability’, to emit warmer-than-usual body heat that has mostly caused me to needlessly perspire – more than other people.

She immediately jumped on that ‘benefit’ and hooked her arm under mine, burying both her hands into my palms while I sat there motionlessly. For a brief moment, it felt like a fantasy, to be coddled by a young-looking lady, whose sole need (at that time) was wholly met. We just sat there for a long time until she slipped one of her hands under my singlet, to receive warmth directly from my belly.

(She whispered) ‘Thank you for your shirt, and being so nice.’

‘You’re welcome, I guess?’

‘And letting me into this small part of your world. Sitting here, listening to music, next to a warm body.’

Before I could come up with another way to respond, she had tucked that belly-hand lower, into the waistband of my running shorts. I was still in an apprehensive daze when she suddenly dived for my cock, all cold and shrivelled up in the rainy weather. It didn’t stay that way (small) for long once she began fondling it, toying with it mindlessly until it was all thick and swollen.

(I asked politely) ‘May I.. put my hands on you?’

(She whispered into my ear) ‘uh huh.. ‘

I placed a hand around her back and clumsily raised her shirt until I could feel her skin, and was promptly surprised by the lack of panties. With one hand in my shorts, she swiftly put her other hand under her shirt and unclasped her bra, allowing me to run my hand all over her petite bosoms I couldn’t stop caressing.

(She asked) ‘you like my size?’

‘very much.’

An unforgettable, wide smile was then imprinted in my eyes before we ‘changed’ location, towards the back of the bus stop where tall bushes stood. As soon as we could no longer be ‘exposed’ by any headlamps of passing cars, we lost our restraints and let our hands run wild, going all over each other’s bodies under our clothes while hugging tightly to avoid any affection that kisses might instill. Within minutes, my shorts were down, her shirt was up, and she was placed in doggystyle against one of the squarish-poles that held the roof up.

Unhinged, hot, and a little out of our minds, she grabbed my hand next, spat in it, and made me do the same before I applied it on my cock as lubricant. After a few, careful thrusts into her pussy, we both sighed in pleasure as our genitals overwhelmed each other with extraordinary warmth, like an engine getting heated for a magical ride.

Holding that tiny waist of her, my hips just moved on its own, ramming my fat cock into her pussy that was getting increasingly-wet as vehicles provided the lightshow for our unspeakable behaviour. All I could recall was how fast and fierce I was shoving my cock into her slippery pussy while she wailed, gasped, hissed, and grunted to my deepest thrusts.

In less than five minutes, she was moaning hysterically to her orgasm while I groaned excruciatingly to the unexpected tightness of her vagina, closing in on my stiff rod so mercilessly. Not one to give up so easily, I hammered on until her knees suddenly went weak, thus leaving me to hold her up as I pounded my last bit of energy into her limp body.

(I moaned) ‘I’m cumming! Now!’

Just as I yanked it out of her, she managed to ‘catch’ it with the hand she stuck under her legs and stopped me from moving backwards any further.

‘Keep pumping until you cum.. ‘

Seeing that I had evacuated into a safer space, I replaced my hands on her shoulders and made my few, final strokes in her grip, before letting it spurt over her fingers. Being the more ‘vulnerable’ person with my shorts down, I quickly got dressed before turning my attention to her, but there was little I could do when I saw an approaching – bus 171.

(I exclaimed) ‘Our bus!’

I immediately waved my hands like a mad man until the bus flashed its stop signal. After collecting both our bags, she playfully slipped her cum-covered hand into mine and led me onto the bus, where we had no place else to rest our soiled hands except in each others’.

Long story short, we did a pit stop at my place to wash up, and went for a proper round two before I walked her home. On her parting note, it would seem like I might be expecting a frequent visitor soon.

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Lifelong Journey

(I moaned) ‘ohhh.. shiii.. Jolyn? You know you don’t have to do this at all right? I’ve already.. haaa.. already given you my word that.. that I won’t.. mmmm.. tell anyone.. ‘

I was literally ‘seeing’ stars as I laid wasted on my couch, limbs twitching to every flick of her tongue on my dick head. For the better or worse, I was especially calm despite getting sucked off by a married woman, or in more accurate term – cousin-in-law. A year had almost past, since I bumped into her (already married) at some bar I couldn’t recall the name of. As a very private person, I couldn’t care less even if it was an extra-marital fling, but when they simultaneously made out, and petted each other in the open (noticeable from afar), I had to do a double take.

Turns out, the male partner was someone we both knew were blood-related, and in a ‘too close’ way. To get him off her, I decided to follow them for a bit, hoping to collect some leverage I could use against him. Just when I thought my quest would end at the lobby of some hotel, the two of them, still in their evening dress and suit, actually went to the stair-landing of a housing board estate. Granted with that sort of convenience, I could only have ‘too much evidence’ to catalogue.

The moment I confronted him, my cousin-in-law, Jolyn, ‘approached’ me by showing up at my place one day, unannounced. I was halfway through confessing my faults when she mumbled a ‘thank you’, followed by the removal of her oversized t-shirt and workout shorts. Although I was caught off guard, I could understand exactly why, and what was she up to. For the next two minutes she took to fold her clothes, tie her hair I did nothing else but gave her my word after word, making promises and swearing upon all the gods I know, that her one-off, drunken stupor, would never be mentioned to another soul.

Clearly, Jolyn was more clear-headed, as she went onto her knees between my feet, putting an official end to her past mistake with the beginning of a new one. To date, as we neared the one-year payment of her ‘silencing fee’, I was still as sensitive, and responsive to her, as I was on the fateful first day.

I was, always gasping for air when she pushed those lightly-pressed lips down the tip of my cock, purposefully extending the duration she would cross the ‘valley’ under my little head, to give me that jolt, and relief, as she transited to the main shaft. She knew how crazy that would get me, and she had never hesitated to repeat that same move until I went silent out of exhaustion. Which by then, I would also be so easily sensitised that I react overly-enthusiastically, to that sudden, deep descend into her throat, where a throbbing, squeezing sensation would prod juse the tip of my cock.

The subsequent in-out strokes into her mouth would only give me that bit of a break, hampered by her nimble fingers fondling my balls like no tomorrow. At some point, I couldn’t help but wondered, if she was really just doing this for ‘repayment’, or the ‘enjoyment’ I would see in her infrequent, subconscious smiles. As much as I indulge in that unconventional pleasure she had willingly channeled through my loin, I was more surprised with how well she had known my body.

Though there wasn’t any major or re-learning of ‘styles’, she didn’t take long to associate my.. groans, with the ‘phase’ I was mentally in. Like after that mind-boggling blowjob, she would then resume the ‘normal’, in-out strokes that focused solely on my shaft, which she understood would push me right up to the edge. I was, literally at the edge of orgasm when she slowed, or even stopped entirely, to let me recuperate. And after I showed some kind of physical cues(?) that I had regained my composure, she would restart the process again, absolutely determined to leave no strength unused for the later part.

When I was thoroughly drained of any sanity, or fight, or reasons to live, she then stood up, pulled her panties off, put my two feet together, and sat on my lap to play with her pussy for however long she pleased. It was on another day, about three months ago, when she blindfolded me, did her usual thing with her mouth, before she dropped her pussy on my cock. In my defense, I was so, so aroused at that point that I couldn’t even last five minutes, and emptied my load inside of her. Of course, I had to ask about that kind of ‘privilege’, and she quietened me forever with her answer, ‘That gym freak wants a baby, and he won’t stop taking steriods’.

Now that we no longer needed a blindfold, she just tucked my cock into her pussy once she was wet enough and went wild on her spot, grinding and rocking and slamming her pussy into my groin. My hips may ache a little, but it was worth it to see a well-developed, office lady (OL) so turned on, so agitated, making all those hissing and sighing noises atop my dick.

You could say that we were, ‘conditioned’, after so long together, for her to climax exactly one time, before we would come together on her second. On top of any ‘control’ that I was denied, I had less say in my choice to cum (or not cum), that day. Jolyn just kept going until I came, balls-deep, into her, and trigger her orgasm. For that particular day, she let my cum trickle out of her pussy as she ‘dismounted’ me, and created a ‘cream-coated dong’ she seemed too excited to feed on. Once I was cleaned, she put her clothes back on, in the direction of the IP camera I had on the TV shelf.

(I explained) ‘Jo? I really don’t want you to do this any.. ‘

(Jolyn interrupted) ‘See you again J. Oh! Check your camera. I think it’s blocked by something.’

As she walked backwards for the lift landing, she mouthed a few words to me, that looked so familiar, but I couldn’t remember what they were until I saw her Young-Hearts-branded panties draped over the security Lifecamera. Right! Happy Birthday!

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Any Staircase

(Maeve whispered) ‘did you take the pill like I asked?’

‘Yes. About 40 or 50 minutes ago?’

‘Is it working?’

‘Umm yes? If not why are we going up this block?

As soon as we stepped into the lift, I went behind her and held her in my arms before stuffing her hands into my shorts, to bring some relief to my swollen, throbbing manhood. On our way up, I couldn’t stop pecking and suckling on her neck to hear her soft, sensual moans, that only drove me crazier in my pants.

Once we reached the second-highest floor, the level that we had once visited for the same purpose, I grabbed her wrist and led her up a single flight of stairs, into a dusty, little space. Somehow, I was so worked up that evening that I didn’t wait for our ‘rush’ to settle down, and just yanked my shorts down for her attention. Within seconds, I already had her on her knees, sucking me off cautiously as I drifted in and out of euphoria.

By the time she stopped, after what felt like a really short time, we were both ‘too hot’ and ‘beyond ready’. We immediately went into doggy-style over the steps and I slipped my cock into her wet, pulsating pussy without any difficulties. In seconds, we were humping like long-lost lovers, giving up on those cheesy, unhelpful kissing for the pure rush of adrenaline from having impromptu, raw sex in such a public space.

My hips just kept thrusting harder and deeper into her rear cushions, mowing through the orgasms that resonated through her tightening vaginal walls. The pill that I took, gave me that jolt of energy, extra cache of stamina that I never had, to fuck my lover until her knees could no longer hold her up. Seeing how weak she has become, I placed her onto her back and repositioned myself between her legs, in missionary this time.

I no longer had to worry about any fall-hazard as she could just ‘lay back and relax’, while I slammed my cock tirelessly into her pussy that was overflowing with juice. It was, her turn to wander in and out of consciousness as I stabbed her buttons mercilessly, only getting pleas for me to stop whenever I made any sudden, abrupt ‘strokes’.

It was during one of her ‘orgasms’, that she became extremely agitated, pushing and almost, kicking me away. When she finally gave in to my relentless pounding and fingering, she let herself go and actually squirted a huge pool at the bottom of the steps. She confessed that she could not take anymore of my cock in that state and retreated to a wall (while seated on the steps). So, I went up to her, bent my knees a little, and returned my monster cock into her mouth.

Sucking diligently at first, I gradually lost control of my waist and found myself gloating at her demise as she choked and gagged to my vicious, unsympathetic thrusts down her mouth. Something in me kept me going despite her extreme discomfort, until I finally blew my load while embedded so deeply in her throat, that she did not even need to ‘swallow’.

Face covered in a mix of bodily fluids, I cleaned her up and remain seated for however long she needed to recover, and process what I did.

(Maeve asked concerned) ‘Is it still hard?’

‘A little? But it’s ok.’

‘It’s not.. ‘

With that said, she helped me on my feet and brought me to the railing, where she bent over, and held safely onto, for me to help myself. I spread her cheeks a little and dived right back in, senses soothed by the familiar, hot embrace of her pussy around my unbecoming of a dick. The second load, went into its rightful hole and left its trail down her thighs as Maeve went home pantyless.

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Bite-size

When I finally came to, I was shocked beyond words, to see Bernice riding my cock in reverse-cowgirl while moaning, and making out with Jaslyn, my daughter. Using all my might, I groaned for their attention and when Bernice saw that I had awakened, stood up, and actually put Jaslyn between my legs.

‘C’mon! You said that you’ll do it when he is awake right? He is now.’

After some futile, merry haggling, Jaslyn stuck to her word, and slipped a hand under her ass to grab my fully-erected cock. Moving slowly in caution, I was in extreme perplexity when I watched her youthful, undeveloped pussy spread its lips around my dick head and inched its way down, fidgeting to some movements that Bernice was causing, possibly on her clit.

Half-sighing and gasping for air, the whole ‘process’ took about a minute, for her vagina to completely engulf my throbbing, delusional member that was never meant for her. Just when I thought that ‘we’ wouldn’t go any further, Jaslyn began sliding her hips vertically up and down, officially ‘fucking’ my cock without so much a word of ‘encouragement’. Within seconds, she was lost in her own world as she rocked her hips back-and-forth, twerking them up and down, in an effort to get ‘more’ out of me.

As the minutes of absurdity passed, my strength was gradually returning, though more slowly than I wished. By the time I was able to move my hands, she had already stopped moving most of her body, and was furiously rubbing her clit until she achieved an orgasm – for the second time. When I could finally push her off me, I was ‘struck’ by Bernice, who shoved a small, brown bottle under my nose just in time for me to take a partial breath of it.

The scent went straight into my head like some kind of stimulant, that raised my alertness, and amplified my emotions that I had no intent to act on. ‘Rage’, suddenly felt more controllable, in a stop-them-before-they-make-me kind of way. Before I knew it, I had both hands wrapped around the necks of the two girls, and was holding them down on the couch they just fucked me on.

Squirming my way into Bernice’s legs, I maintained a firm grip on them as I slid my cock into the recently-seventeenth, pummelling her into oblivion as I let my body relinquish all those rage and guilt and disappointment through her pussy, into her body. I was barely reacting to the fear shown on Jaslyn’s face as she watched her best friend get fucked to unconsciousness, before being jolted back to reality with sheer pleasure.

Although it took Bernice a while, there was no denying of that strong, powerful orgasm that literally threw her into a convulsing fit, that scared Jasyln even more. I was consciously resisting the allure/ temptation of ‘punishing’ my own daughter but when Bernice slapped a hand onto her groin, and shoved two fingers inside her to trigger a moan, I lost it immediately.

Turning her over onto her fours like a bitch, I was even quicker to get my cock into this crazy woman, and hammered her like the slut she was – earlier. Dragging her body over Bernice’s, I held onto her waist tightly as I worked my hips, slamming them into her ass to get the entirety of my seven-inches into her. In a few, hard, deep thrusts, Jaslyn’s body had already begun trembling like an earthquake, going on and on until I made those forcefully-abrupt strokes into her pussy.

As soon as she received her first orgasm, the rest of it followed closely with each thrust, in an increasingly-violent manner to her exasperated cries for ‘more’. I kept going, at her and Bernice, for as long as I could, which was really a long time under the influence of whatever I just whiffed up my nose.

After ten or so minutes of intense, breathtaking, mindless sex, I was ready to blow my load. When I gave those girls the warning, they just scurried onto the couch and sat weirdly-upright. Once they got their hands on my cock, it was just a lighthearted, cherry session of rub-and-tug until I came all over their gapping mouths.

The girls then split, and swallowed their spoils before bringing me along for a quick shower. Once we were cleaned, we tucked each other into bed, and let me ‘report’ the successful birthday party that Bernice had just thrown for my little girl. For the rest of the night, I was given more of that ‘aromatic’ drug, and took wild turns with those lovely ladies.

By daybreak, I was mostly humping and emptying my balls into one particular girl, whom I later discovered was really just Jaslyn, using that drug excessively to get the ‘most’ out of me. When we returned home more exhausted than before the party, we made a pact, to be ‘as accessible as possible’ for the times when mummy wasn’t around. As for Bernice, she would be my little ‘afternoon snack’ whenever I sent her home, before picking Jaslyn up from her CCA.