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Unexpressed

‘I’ve never done it before.’

‘What in here?’

‘No. Like.. such things. I’ve never had a boyfriend in my entire life.’

She was standing in front of the preparation counter when I leaned on her back, holding her waist very lightly. The denim shorts she always wore on her shifts wasn’t too revealing, but certainly caught my eyes whenever she sat down. It would rise up her thighs to show a little bum, and the pairs of eyes which have watched her were uncountable.

She untucked her shirt from her bottoms and held it higher at the sides for me to go under, feeling her soft skin all the way to her bra. White, was all I could guess since I couldn’t tell the colour under the white shirt. I unhooked them and went over her breasts, holding the smallest cups I could never imagine.

‘They’re small right?’

‘Big enough I would say.’

Her shoulders tensed up when I gave them a squeeze, going on to tease those nipples till she was more relaxed. The only lights in the cafe surrounded the bar, and there were enough decors to hide our activities. For once, we had finished closing the place before our scheduled working hours were up.

I turned her around and lifted her onto the counter top, where she quickly slouched to hide herself from the glass entrance. Unsure of what she was thinking, the surprise came when she stripped her bra off herself. I brought her shirt above her chest and immediately went to suckle her nipples, working around the pointy tips with my energetic tongue.

‘My god.. ‘

Her moans were unlike her speaking voice, sounding like whispers but intense. She was shaking all over for the whole time I was licking those tits, occasionally holding them hard between my mouth. When I lowered her shirt, she knew I was done and let me pull her shorts off, peeping over the displays to look out of the windows.

‘What are you doing now?’

‘Eating you out.’

‘Seriously? You’re okay with that?’

Her pink panties came off in a bundle and left on top of her shorts, just within reach. I took my seat on a stool from Ikea and raised her feet on the table, causing her to fall backwards on her hands. The embarrassed look on her was so cute when I admired her trimmed pubes, running my fingers across them in envy.

After seeing the wetness that had covered her pinkish genital, I dived in to savour her flower scented slit, gorging everywhere my tongue could reach. Her shakes travelled down to her feet and she couldn’t stop trembling no matter how hard she tried to relax. There was a certain energy building up in her ready to explode.

‘J, I’m feeling dizzy.. ‘

The eat-out continued till she groaned and a jet of liquid hit my tongue, forcing me to create a seal around her groin to drink them all up. There was little time to decipher how it tasted as she flushed them all mercilessly into my face. All I could hear was her apologies behind the jerking moans that was consuming her inside out.

‘Fuck. So much?!’

She pushed my head away and saw me wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I got up and took the chair away for her to jump off and she did, hugging me so tightly in guilt.

‘Can I do something for you too?’

‘What can you give I get myself?’

‘You’re forever so irritating! Get up on the table now.’

I took her place on the counter and she sat between my legs, pulling my jeans just low enough to expose my cock. A little vanilla syrup went into her hand and she was jerking me off the next moment, moving randomly on the first dick she touched.

‘Just go up and down below the head.’

‘Is that what you guys call it?’

She closed her fist tighter and rested her elbow on my thigh, pumping me so vigorously while watching my shameful expressions of lust. I was completely in her control as she went faster, biting her lips to unlock her first achievement.

It took her almost ten minutes before I got uptight, belly arching in and out to the gradual loss of control. The tennis lessons she took really gave her the stamina to go that long, a feat I would never ask from anyone.

‘Are you going to ejaculate?’

‘Shit.. it’s coming now! *breathing rapidly*‘

The confused girl suddenly cupped the head with her mouth and froze, giving me the last stroke that spurted all my cum out forcefully. I was now the one groaning crazily and her throat just kept swallowing every wave I gave. Barely awake from the powerful ejections, I tapped her cheek and she pulled away from me.

The look of the most clueless face made me twitch once more before she let me dismount the table, giving me a chance to hug her as tightly as she did.

‘Wait. Is that why you asked if there’s CCTV here?’

‘Nooo! I’m concerned about the security!’

‘So you say.. ‘

We got dressed and left the place, bidding goodbye to the world of pleasure we got from within. Headed for a ramen place she recommended, we didn’t talk about what just happened until after dinner, to check which days will we be working together again.

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Fields of Green and Darkness

Jamie: ‘Turn away for what? Not like you never see me in panties before.’
Me: ‘Respect ma.’
Jamie: ‘Act only.’

At one of the nature reserves in Singapore, we had gone for a day of photoshoot for her private collection, like how girls these days have artistic shots as their profile pictures. Although we had stopped shooting after seven, we continued walking in the park to make use of the last light.

Finally at nine, it was too dark to walk any more and that was when she needed to pee. So we wandered out of a boardwalk into the foliage that seemed the most levelled, and she responded to the nature’s call.

Jamie: ‘Eh. Stand closer leh. Let me hold you.’

She stripped her white, black romper down along with her panties to her knees, and squatted right next to me. Throughout these time, she had her cellphone screen on to see the ground, illuminating parts of her shaved pussy for me as well.

Haphazardly holding on my wrist, the stream of her pee splashed into the soil and there was nothing else to do except to wait. Seconds later, I felt her hand on my groin and jumped back, surprised at what she was doing.

Me: ‘Eh! You finished peeing already ah?’
Jamie: ‘Yupp. I thought you are hard ma. But you’re not.’
Me: ‘Umm.. Now I am?’

Once again, she felt through my thin shorts on my growing hard on and fondled it to feel its length. She stood up after she was done and grabbed me with both hands, stepping out of her clothes to remove her panties. Her clothes came back on after she stuffed her underwear in my palm and I just stood there like a statue.

Me: ‘Done?’
Jamie: ‘Huh? No?’

She removed my camera bag from behind and placed it on the ground, turning me sideways to slip her hand into my shorts. Of course, I held her hand still, unable to let her go any further and possibly ruin this friendship we had.

Jamie was the kind of girl whom you can tell with one look, that only her career boyfriend could match. Smart, pretty and luxurious, those were the words defined around her. Not sure about her sexual experiences, but it felt weird to taste something I didn’t deserve, yet or not.

Jamie: ‘Eh. Don’t need to be shy la. You did me a huge favour this time, and I have been feeling down until you cheered me up with all your lame jokes.’
Me: ‘Still, that’s not enough to get into your pants ah. You are more than a pretty face to me.’

She bit lips and forced her hand into my pants, fingers slithering around my rod that was at its full erection. Before I could grab her by her waist (playfully), she hid behind me and continued to rub her thumb on my cock head. My legs suddenly gone weak and I squatted down, which she followed by spreading her legs wide.

Naughtily forcing a handjob on me, I quietly reached my hand behind my back and brushed across her thigh, following her flawless skin into the gapping leg holes of her romper. Partly lubricated by her pee, she leaned her boobs closer on my back as I attacked her clit, vibrating fingers moving sideways.

Jamie (whispering): ‘Fuck. You are trying to control me huh?’

Feeling her legs giving way to pleasure, her handjob got slower until she began moaning. I spun around and hugged her in my arms, raising one of her legs to a low-hanging branch to spread her pussy.

Jamming my fingers in, her vagina clamped me down as hard as she could, but did nothing to slow my thrusting palm at her groin. In response, she wrapped her arms around my neck and breathed into my ears, moaning ‘oh yes’ repeatedly. Soon, the tremble in her body turned fiercer with more of her weight slipping downwards to earth.

Jamie (whispering): ‘Oh fuck.. ‘

A single jet of cum sprayed into my working palm and kept shivering for a while.

Jamie: ‘Help me over to the rock there. I need to rest.’

A boulder sticking out of the ground was what she was referring to and we made our way there half-dressed, with our belongings. After checking that it was clean, she landed her bum on it and fanned herself.

Jamie: ‘Still hard?’
Me: ‘A little? Thanks to you lo.’
Jamie: ‘Come.’

She pulled me by my cock nearer to her and pulled the bottom part of her romper wide, inviting me in. There was no words to say except a moan from her when my tip touched her clit, sliding under her wet pussy till I popped into her. Teasingly, I moved very slowly inside her and her tight grip on my forearm told me how much she enjoyed it.

The adventurous girl suddenly turned into an innocent one as she kept her gaze downwards, where our genitals connect. Once I picked up my tempo thrusting into her, she pulled my shirt to hide her face, appearing opposite to the moans she was giving.

Because her legs weren’t exactly wide opened, the pressure in her cunt really pushed all my buttons. Tiny squirts of her juice kept ejecting on my groin, wetting my legs as she orgasmed. There was no words to describe how much she wanted to keep this wrong act going, especially with her ‘don’t stop’ whenever I felt my end near.

Just five minutes into the romp, I couldn’t ignore my body’s scream to cum and stopped against her pleas. Once I pulled out of her, she fell forward on me and crumbled to a squat. Another small shiver from her came and she climaxed another time, untouched by anyone.

Jamie (whispering): ‘Your cock.. I can still feel it inside.’

Inches from her face was my twitching rod, covered in her juices that she left as evidence. Her tired fingers went around the shaft and she pumped it slowly, until more of her strength returned. Since there was no way for any ‘accidents’ to happen with my dick outside her body, I let her torture me until I couldn’t take it anymore.

Me: ‘Jamie.. it’s getting too sensitive. I can’t cum.’
Jamie: ‘Really? But I always make my boy cum like this.’
Me: ‘Excuse me but I’m not him.’
Jamie: ‘Haha. True that.’

She stuffed her mouth full with my meat after that reply and worked her lips up and down, sensually milking me with every upward stroke. Magically, my senses returned and immediately urged me to give her the warning call.

Me: ‘Shooting! Shooting!’

She let go of my cock and gasped for air while pumping my rod at her face. Finally, ten seconds later, my cum launched into the wilderness onto whatever darkness in front of me. I could only hear her enthusiastic cheer as my hips buckled, losing power to the slow moving cock massage.

After what seemed to be my last squirt, she got up and pulled my shorts up as well. She handed me my bag in the darkness and we quickly made our way to the dimly lit boardwalk, empty except for a few couples far away.

She whipped her phone out and started the camera app, grabbing me to pose next to her. Through the self-portrait mode, I saw my cum on her eyes and nose, a huge quantity of it made her red lips pink.

*Ka-cheek*

More evidence was collected and we stopped at a bench in front of us. The clean up process was a bit tedious, removing most of her make up as we wiped her down. The breezy night made up for our intense action by drying our clothes a little, and she reapplied her make up for the homebound journey.

Jamie: ‘Don’t tell my boyfriend k? If not I have photos to show your girlfriend.’
Me: ‘Idiot.’

We made our way to a bus stop but she did not stop any of her buses. We spent a good hour looking through the photos until a car honked in front of us.

Jamie: ‘I asked him to pick us up. Hehe. And send you home too.’

She got into the front passenger seat and they kissed in front of me, probably tasting some of my cum too. I stayed very quiet on the way home, while she was teasing her boyfriend across the gearstick.

Boyfriend: ‘Bro, thanks for helping her out. Owe you one.’
Me: ‘Don’t mention it. Sending me home is good enough.’
Jamie: ‘Remember our plans for the next shoot k? Sentosa!’

She gave me a wink out of the window when he checked the blindspots, zooming off loudly in the peaceful neighbourhood.

Jamie (WhatsApp): ‘We’ll be using the hotel stay he has. So you shoot first, then we shoot, then he shoot – and shoot and shoot.’

I left her conversation unreplied and headed back home, looking at the contents of another SD card where she posed for a few public exhibitionist photos when there was no one around. Well, it’s time to prepare an erotic story (or two) for the next shoot. One for private collection and another for her boyfriend to ogle at.

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Rocking Car

Bartender: ‘Hey man. This is from the girls over there.’

I took a few long blinks to clear my vision and looked towards the semi-circle lounge seats adjacent to my counter stool. The group of ladies all pointed to one particular girl, wearing a denim jacket tightly grasped closed. After giving them a mid-air toast, they came over to invite me over, then disappearing into the dance floor.

Me: ‘Thanks for your drink. I’m J. What’s your name?’
Girl: ‘Cyndi. My friends just asked me to buy a drink for someone that caught my attention. And that’s you.’

She was somewhat in a defensive position when we spoke, understandable from how she dressed, quite the opposite from the revealing clothes her friends wore to the club.

Me: ‘How did I get your attention then?’
Cyndi: ‘Your clothes? You are the only guy here who wore a suit – I think.’

True enough, I was in an attire too mature for my looks, since it was after an intense interview that had tests I was never prepared to take. The complexity of the questions I was given kind of threw me into confusion, about the nature of the company I was employed at. Frankly speaking, I had no idea what they did.

Cyndi: ‘Why are you alone?’
Me: ‘I needed some time to think. Oh, and I don’t have any trendy clothes like most guys here.’
Cyndi: ‘You’re never wrong in a suit.’

For once, we laughed at the irony of how men in suits were viewed, professional, arrogant and confident. Perhaps it was my clothes that gave me the courage to come this far. She took my hand and threw it behind her shoulders, leaning closer to me while handing me my bottle of beer. A click of our glasses and everything went down our throats, marking the beginning of a new friendship.

About ten minutes later, her friends returned with flushed faces, and a couple of them had guys holding their waists.

Friend: ‘Cyndi, we are going to another place now. Wanna come?’
Cyndi: ‘Nah. I’m done. I’ll leave with this handsome here. Have fun girls.’

Those half-filled glasses were emptied and all of us left the noisy entertainment joint, diving into second smoke the smokers were puffing right outside the exit.

Cyndi: ‘I’m going to my car and rest for a bit before driving. Want me to send you home?’
Me: ‘I can get home myself. But I’ll accompany you to make sure you are sober before you drive. Can?’

She pointed sluggishly in the direction of her car and we walked in arms, stepping into the passenger seats since we needed to rest. Once the doors were slammed shut and air-condition at full blast, our bodies instinctively hugged each other and started kissing. Her denim pulled away revealed a caged bra underneath. Without any more layers of clothes, my hands wormed into her bra and grabbed those petite B cups. Instantly, she woke up and unbuttoned my white shirt, caressing the not-so-lean tummy I owned.

Cyndi (whispering): ‘Your pants.’

We worked together to unbuckle and lower my pants just enough for her to whip my cock out, heartbeat pounding violently through the veins in that stick she held. Her high waist flare skirt provided easy access to her underwear, which disappeared into the darkness behind the driver’s seat.

In a sudden turn of event, she climbed over my lap and leaned backwards for the glovebox, fishing a condom out from a corner. I ripped the wrapper apart and capped myself quickly, before she sank her pussy over my manhood. Party-goers were still walking past her car when she started bouncing, but not distracting us one bit from our quickie.

One of her friends spotted our vigorous movements and stole a peek before hopping into her date’s car. Nothing too spectacular happened. As we fucked in cowgirl style, my hands never stopped massaging those boobs. She was just moaning her lungs out to my hardening cock, that was helplessly stuffed over and over again into her.

Me: ‘My turn to play now.’

I hugged her and turned to the side, dropping her on her back while catching both her feet that her heels clung onto. I bent her knees to her chest before taking full control, ramming my hips hard into her skinny pelvic bones her ass was conforming to.

Cyndi (moaning): ‘I’m gonna cum!’

I felt her pussy tightened and I went even faster, until she slouched forward to hold my waist close to her groin. Buried deep inside her, the spray of juices splattered all over our clothes during her orgasm. A minute later, as soon as the ‘tap’ slowed down, my body was back at work, pounding the trembling girl into another round of screams.

Me: ‘We’ve got a bit more to go before I cum. Hang in there k?’

She grabbed my neck and I let my chest touched her, kissing in intense passion without any pauses for air. Each breath we took filled our noses with the heavenly, sex-filled scent from our sweaty bodies, mixed with the saltiness of our saliva.

Me: ‘Doggie?’
Cyndi: ‘No. Just like this.’

I let my hips did its work, thrusting inches of meat into her cunt to increase her pleas for mercy. Another orgasm hit her after a few minutes and our lips broke free, letting her gasped for air as her abs shrunk to the mind-numbing climax.

Me: ‘Fuck.. I’m cumming too.. Hold on!’

While she was shaking non-stop, I forcefully spread her legs wide and pumped the last bit of strength into her. Her eyes rolled white and shook even more wildly, all the way till I made those long, powerful jerks along with my outgoing cum.

The last part lasted about two minutes, with her pussy milking me involuntarily. Strangely, I was still hard after finishing the first round and jumped straight into the action again, shoving my cock fast and deep without break.

Cyndi had no idea what was happening as she was just groaning inaudible phrases, up to the point I came again inside her. Completely exhausted, I fell on top of her and waited till she quietened down.

I picked myself up and helped her to sit upright against the seat, giving her a massage on her clit to help take the soreness away. She managed to find her phone in the dimness and unlocked it after two tries.

Cyndi (weakly): ‘What’s your number?’
Me: ‘8263****’
Cyndi (panting): ‘I’m going to need you again soon.’

The next fifteen minutes were spent in silence as we got dressed slowly, almost losing control a few times after more kisses. We got into the front seats after some time and she offered to drive me home despite being out of the way. And in exchange?

Cyndi: ‘Keep me turned on so I can focus on the road.’

Without saying more, my fingers got wrinkly from masturbating her throughout the whole journey, making a few stops at empty bus stops so she could cum.

It didn’t take more than thirty minutes after I got home before a new message came from her, compiling of details about our next meet the next day. The appearance of Cyndi made my new mysterious employment less daunting knowing that there was something I could look forward to after each day.

A new job, a new girl. What more can a man ask for?

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Girlfriend for Rent

Nelson: ‘We’ve done threesome before. It won’t be any different.’
Alicia: ‘Are you sure? Don’t find someone too old can?’
Nelson: ‘Yupp. The person I contacted is my age. So don’t worry.’

They waited in the hotel room till the bell rang, where a smartly dressed guy came to see the two of them.

Man: ‘Hi, I’m Greco. You must be Nelson, and she’s Alicia?’
Nelson: ‘Yupp. Nice to meet you.’
Greco: ‘Here is the money.’

He handed three hundred dollars to him and made his way to the bed, where Alicia was lying down in a white nightie with black lace around the hems. Greco removed his clothes hastily and sat behind her, opening her legs to her boyfriend who was sitting in a corner.

Greco: ‘Your first time?’
Alicia: ‘First time with a stranger.’
Greco: ‘I’ll be gentle. Trust me.’

He began by rubbing her clit with his fingertips, going all out at just the pussy rub. Her body could not stop shaking from the strong fingers that was driving her wild, yet holding herself back without sounding too much of a slut. He was breathing in the sexy perfume she put on and was focused on getting her to climax. While it did not take long, Alicia was exhausted when she felt her muscles tightening, from her neck down to her pussy.

The strong jet of cum shot over the sheets was so intense that her body just threw itself back against Greco, who hugged her while his fingers kept going. Out of breath, she could not focus on what he said when he asked if she was alright. The purpose of his visit was straightforward, he wasn’t there to please her. It was the other way around.

Nudging her back to bend her over, he kneeled behind her and let her get into doggie. The tip of his dick went in first, following by a never-ending shaft that shocked the energy back into Alicia’s body. He was so thick and hard that she felt like it was a plastic dildo, but with some throbbing to keep it alive.

There wasn’t enough time for her to rest before his hips slammed against her butt, driving that long screwdriver into her pussy without mercy. Nelson couldn’t be more delighted to see how much his girlfriend was enjoying despite being ‘fucked-for-money’. It would certainly get her to do more of such jobs knowing how pleasurable it could be.

Greco: ‘You’re damn tight girl. The way I like it.’

He gave his penis a squeeze of muscle and it grew even thicker, stretching the thin walls of her vagina to fit inside. Every sensitive area was stretched, revealing the most vulnerable parts of her that was being stroked with each thrust. Saliva drooled out of her mouth as the dick rammed into her, flooding her body with lust and drawing her energy out at the same time.

Alicia: ‘I’m going to cummm.. Slow down.’
Greco: ‘Good.’

He rammed even harder when she said that, forcing the orgasm out of her, squirting all over the bed while he enjoyed the overwhelming contractions over his dick. They were doing it raw but he had made a promise not to cum inside her. After all, she was almost lifeless when she was done cumming, lying on the wet bed while jerking to his thrusts.

Greco: ‘Can you turn over for me?’

She tried her best to move her legs but it was him who finally got her on her back. He held her by the waist and helped her to sit in front of him.

Greco: ‘Just lean back on the pillows k? I’ll finish it as soon as I can.’

He began sliding his ass on the sheets, driving his light sabre into her as she threw her head back and moaned. It was definitely the craziest sex she had with this guy she barely knew. He was giving her the love that her boyfriend could not reach inside her pussy. Everything was in a blur when he went at his fastest speed, juicing her pussy non-stop as she tightened.

Greco then pulled out abruptly as she came and stood over her legs, holding her face towards his dick. Ramming deep down her throat, her body kept shaking while he groaned in a deep voice. The powerful squirts erupted from both their bodies at the same time and she swallowed without thinking to clear her throat so she could breath.

Some of her juice actually landed on her boyfriend who was watching in the distance, and he got worried when Greco finally stepped away from her face. Cum had covered her forehead and lips in huge amount, leaking out of her mouth as she continued convulsing from the orgasm.

Nelson went over to her to keep her wam under the blanket and Greco went to dress himself up after a quick rinse. Before he left, the guys shook hands and Alicia was looking better after the life-sucking orgasm blew her away.

Nelson: ‘You alright?’
Alicia: ‘Yeah. Can we find another customer today? I am still horny.’

No matter what he did to his girlfriend, she was enjoying it and they were making money while keeping her pleased, or changing into a sex-hungry girl. As the doorbell rang for the second time in a few hours, she was already masturbating to the Caucasian who was smiling as he made eye contact.

Man: ‘Here. Five hundred.’

Yes, there was a price jump, and his girlfriend would be getting a shopping spree with the money after she was done with him – if she could still walk after her pussy was tortured by two dicks, plus Nelson’s in a day. Could she have asked Nelson for money if he wanted sex again?

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Void Deck Adventure

Walking in front of me was a thin lady with highlighted hair, a black shirt to go with a pair of worn out blue floral shorts that made her legs stand out in the simplest outfit for a walk around the neighbourhood.

I turned into a corner after spotting my favourite writing table empty and placed my stuff down before walking over to the vending machine to get my dose of jasmine green tea. Right as I bent down to retrieve the can, the same girl stood behind me and gave me a jump when I stood up.

Me: ‘Yes?’
Girl: ‘I don’t know if you can help me but I am taking an accountancy test tomorrow, and I need someone to guide me.’
Me: ‘I am not very good in accounts eh.’
Girl: ‘Can use your iPad?’

Seeing that my personal writing time was about to disappear into thin air, I couldn’t resist helping this poor girl who had this ‘lian-ish’ (gangster-like) look with her dress code.

We sat at the table I left my stuff on and she frantically flipped her books to continue memorising from where she stopped.

Girl: ‘What are you doing here at this hour?’
Me: ‘I writefor hobby.’
Girl: ‘Really? What kind? I read once in a while too.’
Me: ‘Haha. Can do say? It’s not something I am proud of.’
Girl: ‘Okay then. Do you mind if I smoke?’

I gave her a tilted nod and she lit the one stick she hid in her long hair above her ear. I could not write at ease with another person beside and ended up doing some housekeeping for my site. Apart from the distracted work I did, some time was also dedicated to helping her Google the right search terms to get the answers she needed.

Before we knew it, an hour had passed and it was close to 1am when she was done with her study.

Clara: ‘I am so excited about tomorrow. I don’t think I can sleep.’
Me: ‘Just lie in bed and think about what you studied? It should help you sleep.’
Clara: ‘Cannot! I will end up checking my notes when I cannot remember something. Haha. You live around here?’
Me: ‘Yeah. Just two blocks away.’
Clara: ‘Do you think I should drink before bed?’
Me: ‘Of course not! What if you oversleep?’
Clara: ‘Ya hor.’

As the clock showed 1:00, I pocketed my phone and disconnected my bluetooth keyboard, ready to head home for the night before my work starts in the afternoon.

Clara: ‘Eh, can you stay with me for a while more? I want to see the website you showed me that has tips on accounting.’

As God had planned, a group of guys and girls walked towards us and saw that the table was taken. They turned to a corner about ten feet away and placed the plastic bags down, knocking the bottles against the concrete floor. Before the page could even finish loading, a thick smog of cigarette blew in our direction and music started playing from their phones.

Clara: ‘Let’s go somewhere quieter. Maybe outside my house? At the stairs.’

I did not say anything to prevent inhaling more second hand smoke and walked closely behind her, taking no breaks till we reached the quiet stairs outside her house.

She sat next to me with her butt against mine and shared the screen on my lap. From my height, assisted by the overhead lamps, I could glance into her collar and spot the white bra she wore under. It wasn’t anything sexy or low cut, but her bra was clearly oversized to protect the brown tips barely touching the cups.

Clara: ‘Eh! Can don’t stare until so obvious?’
Me: ‘Oops. Sorry sorry. Your bra seems too big hor?’
Clara: ‘Tsk! Still say!’

She clicked on ‘2’ to move to the second page and I leaned against the edge of the steps behind me to stretch myself. Her hair was smelling so good and it looked so soft and smooth, tempting me to just paste my nose on them and take a deep breath.

Still glued to my iPad, she asked if her hair smelled good and I laughed at my deep breaths that gave me away. Running my hand around her waist, I pulled her closer and she snuggled conveniently into my embrace.

Clara: ‘Put this behind.’

She held the iPad for me and I gently place it behind my head, out of the way for whatever we were going to do. There was no hesitation when she cupped her hand over my ice cold knee and slid upwards into my shorts. My arm went around her neck and made its way into her collar, feeling the straps of the bra that led to her breasts.

Warming her chest with my palm, she squirmed as I clipped her nipples between my fingers and rolled them around for a bit. Her fingers wriggled into the netting of my shorts and went around my dick that was growing to the idea of getting lucky on this peaceful night. Perhaps she needed help to be tired so she could sleep too.

Once my hand reached the maximum depth from her neck, I couldn’t just stop there and exited her shirt, going to her back to unhook the bra that did not even fit her. As the straps went out of her arms to remove them entirely, she was bending herself over my groin and stretching the waistband of my shorts just enough to expose my hard on.

Feeling her tongue give a lick at the tip, I realised it was too awkward to get my hands anywhere else and got her to sit in front of me, right between my legs. From there, I lifted her shirt above her chest and fondled her boobs as her lips began gliding gracefully up and down my shaft, maintaining a little suction as her head bobbed.

Bending my back to its limit, I managed to stick my fingers into her shorts and felt the closeness of her pussy to the cloth.

Me: ‘You got wear panties?’

She shook her head with my dick in her mouth and was forced deeper by my tummy that was pushing the back of her head. Digging my way into her bottoms, the slight wetness on my fingertips told me more than what I needed to know and my fingers moved along her slit to get more moisture out of her.

Me: ‘Don’t suck me anymore. Face the front?’
Clara: ‘Cannot lah. Still very weird like this. Move all the way to the top.’

We took a few steps back and sat on the platform connecting two flights of steps, with her sitting in front of my opened legs and the drawstrings of her shorts undone. I pushed my hand into her waist and felt the wetness that was waiting for me. Wasting no time, I began attacking her clit and her legs overlapped mine to give me more ‘maneuverability’.

Slowly, I dipped my fingers into her pussy and she was holding on to my wrist tighter, as though she was the pilot in the cockpit. Well, cockpit sounded like the best word in this case. After her pussy was totally covered in her own juice, and her moans got louder till she scared herself, she reached for the handrail beside us and stood up.

She tugged her shorts down her butt and left the perfect gap for me to penetrate her. It felt so discreet and safe that she did not worry when I took some time to get the tip at her entrance. Once I was at her ‘door’, she was moving her butt backwards in an attempt to get me inside her as soon as possible.

Having no rubber between us, there was always this fear that I might cum before any of us even enjoyed. The soft walls of her vagina stretched effortlessly to accommodate my entry and I found no trouble sinking my meat all the way in one trip. As soon as I was in, she was backing on me to hurry the fuck up. Yes, I should hurry the fuck up.

Holding onto her waist and feeling her soft but firm skin in my hands, I rammed my hips at her and she was moaning in such a contradicting tone. Part of her wanted to scream out loud, and the other part knew she had to be totally quiet. All I could hear was Mmm.. and deep breaths she took when she opened her mouth wide.

With the clock ticking, I knew she needed sleep no matter how ‘sexcited’ she was and picked up my pace, causing her to moan in a weak voice. The waves of pleasure echoing through her body translated to the tightening of her pussy, sealing my dick into an air-tight environment. There was no need to force my way in as the vacuum would bring me right to the depths, where she would tiptoe as I hit the deepest spot.

Clara (whispering): ‘Go faster! I am cumming!’

With one hand hanging on the railings, her other hand was lowering her shorts, dropping at her feet and got kicked out of the way. Her legs parted and I went even faster, expending my last bit of energy reserved for the final moment.

While she was gathering the energy for the climax, my dick happily joined in the countdown and signalled to me that ‘Armegeddon’ was about to reach us. She felt the powerdown in my tempo and pushed me back till my back was against the wall. Using the handrail as a support, she threw her butt at my groin, making me feel as though I was raped willingly.

Me: ‘I am about to shoot as well! Relax can?’
Clara: ‘Don’t care le! I want to cum with you.’

Holding her shoulders to sink my dick deep, we were so sex-starved that any positions would do at that instance. Right after I felt her pussy turning into a black hole, sucking me into the deepest ends and then exerting high pressure around it, my bullets chambered straight to my barrel and I trembled my hips at her pussy, jerking like a machine gun gone out of control.

The humongous load then triggered her body into a convulsion and a powerful jet of cum splashed onto the ground before her feet, like a pipe gone wild. Her pussy then contracted randomly around my dick and I bet it couldn’t shrink even if it wanted to, especially not in that suction and the ‘massage’ it was experiencing.

Still stuck inside her, I shifted our bodies to the next flight of stairs and sat down with her on top. Reaching around her waist, I located her clit and massaged them in circles, where her hands suddenly went around my neck and pulled me next to her face.

At that moment, another round of juices sprayed at where we stood earlier and made a puddle that flowed towards the drainage hole in the corner. My fingers did not stop moving and kept tuning her clit till she clamped her legs shut to stop me from tormenting her any further.

Pulling herself up with the grill, she landed hard on her ass and I handed her the shorts I saved before the cum reached it. She wore it tiredly and was covered in sweat, sticking some of her hair across her face. I gathered all our belongings and went back to sit beside her, swiping her wet hair behind her ears to see her satisfied expression.

Clara: ‘You know, my ex was so scared when I squirt on his bed. I never dared to do it in public places until I met you. Everything felt so right and I just had to try it.’
Me: ‘Now you can sleep better?’
Clara: ‘Yeah. Damn tired now.’

I stood up and helped her up, before she walked a flight down with one hand hanging on dearly to the railings. Wobbling to her unit, she waved goodbye at me waiting for the lift and I smiled gladly at her.

Clara (whispering): ‘Pss! My number!’

I ran to her before the lift reached and handed her my phone, which she typed her number down and saved it under a name she refused to tell me. Only after I got home (about five minutes later), I saw an unusual name of ‘Sexy Girl’ and sent her a message on Whatsapp.

Clara (Whatsapp): ‘I am sleeping le. Super fun day for me. Goodnight! – xoxo ;)’

The next day, we met again after her paper and she gave me a hug below her block, knocking her braless breasts on me. In exchange, my dick knocked on her pussy over her skirt and she planted a kiss on my cheeks while rubbing her hand over my bulge.

Clara: ‘Time to reward you for helping me yesterday.’
Me: ‘Same place?’
Clara: ‘Nope. My house this time. I want my parents to know who helped me last night.’

Meeting the parents so soon? We only spent half a minute at the living room greeting her parents and the rest of the evening happened in her bedroom. Rounds and rounds of sex, with her squirting into a small pail whenever she came just to keep her bed dry and clean.

Would you guys consider 1/4 of the bucket to be a lot?