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Crazy Bus

As the bus came to a screeching halt, everyone tumbled forward in their own demise. Even I, whom was already standing in the corner reserved for wheelchairs, against one of those tall cushions, wasn’t spared when a girl came slamming into my chest. For such an accident, I wouldn’t think in the direction of ‘Ooo! Boobs!’ It was just a pitiful sight to see folks dishing cuss words as they recovered their balance.

But not only was the girl unable to stand upright from the crowd pushing behind her, her groin was pinned against one of my protruding knees. My bag, which I had initially stood over, had slid just forward enough to get stuck under that very cushion, without space for me to pry it free.

As more passengers boarded that bus full of weirdly angst people, she tucked her elbows into my chest to maintain a respectable distance.

‘Sorry’, she whispered while looking down, fully aware of how awkward it would be if she looked at me. I mean, we would be close enough to kiss. The movements of the overcrowded bus made things more embarrassing as it jerked and jutted, likely to the inexperience AND frustrated mood of the driver. He is after all, still getting a dressing down from those standing right outside his ‘safe space’.

‘Sorry sorry’, I heard two more of those words before hands slid down my thigh (that her pussy was grinding on), clearly wanting to create some space between us. Unruly passengers finally tore the last straw when her face squished into my chest, almost hugging me at the waist.

It was then I felt my knee getting very warm, even though she wore a long dress. A few minor adjustments on her end spread her feet wider to properly plant her warm groin on me, while people alighted and boarded without helping us feel better.

Suddenly, she moved an elbow up and down, at the same time I felt a rubbing motion on my groin. This sweet smelling girl was actually masturbating me? I put a hand on her forearm to check and was immediately redirected to her hip, where I warily slid over her ass.

No one else could look down, let alone spot us. She had slowly picked her chin up to let me take a good look – at a pair of mesmerised eyes. Dreamy, I would call them, as she soaked in the autonomous tiptoeing-knee-raising act that went between her legs.

Her arms went around my butt and sleight my phone out, for me to unlock, so she could punch her number in. A few more minutes of grinding later, the atmosphere in the bus relaxed and she found footing.

She proceeded to front-sling her backpack, before turning around to lean her back on me. One of her hands was still stroking me, but the other had wrapped my free hand around her belly. I took a leap of faith and reached further along her pantyline, till I located the centre of her womanhood, to keep massaging that spot till she pressed the bell.

‘Text me’, she breathed on her way to the exit, leaving me with a smile as she watched my bus continue on the journey. Well, we met after work and managed to steal a moment to hook up, at the stairwell of her office that was empty by then.

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Minxed

How many times have you sat across someone so gorgeous that you had to feign observant to catch a few more glimpse of? In my case, it was less unnatural to return that kind of gaze when she, a lady in her mid 30s but looked none like that, threw me some. Having no common topic to start a conversation with, it was mere silence beyond the deeper desire to strike something up.

In such a situation, the lady would seem desperate if she acted too obvious, and egoistic if the guy tried any ‘pick-up’ lines. And so, she turned the screen of the tablet in her hand towards me, and shut her eyes to sleep. Without warning, a flinch of a finger fired up the screen, to a standby display of the current time, as well as a message, ‘if found, please call 9436****.’

The screen stayed on long enough for me to casually hold up my phone, and send a message to that very number. Like two complete strangers fiddling on their phones at the same time, a WhatsApp conversation was initiated.

‘Across you’, was my first message, and ‘alight next stop’, was her reply.

We pressed the bell at the same time and got off in a hurry, unknown, and uncaring for whomever might suspect something. It didn’t take us long to reach a block away from any residents, and got into a lift she turned into.

After we stopped at the top-most floor, we made ourselves comfortable on the steps at the corridor, completely open for anyone to stumble upon.

Just as I racked my brain for something to say, she grabbed my hand closest to her and placed it under her skirt, to let me get an idea of – how wet she was. While I was so damn sure I wasn’t the hunky, suave type of men, she proved my self-appeal wrong.

My fingers automatically wriggled into a side of her panties and immediately came in contact with smooth, moistened skin, I quickly eased the tension with a few random motion on her clit. She quietly reached for my zipper, pulled it down, and stuck her hand into it before fumbling for the ‘quick-access’ slit at the front of my boxer brief.

Within moments, our hands were fidgeting under each other’s clothes, soothing, calming, pleasuring one another like youthful adults. No doubt she was older than me, but it never felt anything like that. I could sense innocence, excitement, and a tad of inexperience.

Suddenly, she clasped my hand between her thighs and shivered like a little girl, before sighing very deeply. She had climaxed without much announcement.

‘Wait. Stop.’

She whipped her phone out from her handbag and singlehandedly typed a message to ‘Cindy’, telling her to ‘come out’. Under a minute later, metal gates clanked and she called out ‘stairs’.

A girl, likely in her teens, stood dumbfounded behind us.

‘Come. Let mummy teach you something.’

The girl walked over and stood before us, for the scene where her mum wrestled my cock out of my pants. A few gestures later, her daughter was sitting between my legs, and had her hand in her mum’s.

Those thin, cold fingers went around my shaft and began jerking up and down, under the assistance of her mum. She was left to her own once she got the drift of it, leaving me to struggle in the confused mix of shock and disbelief.

‘Put it into your mouth and move up and down like your hand.’

That girl obeyed so willingly and did exactly just that. I was easily thrown into disarray as she sucked on her own, reacting to every body signal I gave. How did I end up getting to where I was, jerked by a mum, then blown by her girl?

Her mum brought her girl’s hand to the bottom of my shaft and wrapped her fingers around it, coupling it with the rhythmic thrusts into her mouth.

Under that kind of combo-attack, no one, not even me, could hold out for long. In no time, I was twitching and groaning into my palm, shaking harder than I had ever did.

‘He is going to put something into your mouth now. Swallow it quickly k? It’s good for you.’

Just as my mind was going ‘wtf’, she passed my point-of-no-return and triggered the load she was warned about. Cumming and getting vacuumed for more, I thought my soul was gone along with my point of living. The girl was then sucking happier with her mum’s hand stroking the back of her head!

‘You’re done now. Go back into the house and wash up.’

She left as soon as I fell backwards onto the ground, ditching us in an eerie silence.

‘How is she?’

‘I’m really confused now. I don’t know what to think.’

‘I’ll text you later. I’ll explain everything.’

With that, she grabbed her stuff and went home, leaving me in more pieces than ever in my life.

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Stranger Things

‘C’mon Deana, don’t be shy. He’s clean! Just do what you always do to me.’

Deana put her mouth shyly over Justin’s cock and began making circles with her tongue, to sense a motivating shiver from his thighs. To have agreed to follow them, a pair of strangers, home for some ‘fun’, he knew it was pure luck that nothing untoward happened.

The guy who invited him to their apartment, took his pants off and went behind Deana, his girlfriend, to strip her of those unsightly shorts. As soon as she was butt naked, he slipped his cock into her and pounded her gently, so not to disrupt the pleasure his guest (Justin) was having.

As she grew more comfortable with the taste of Justin’s penis, she went deeper and deeper till he could feel her gagging on him, which accord to her man, was a ‘helpful experience’.

‘Go on, grab her hair and guide her. She can take it.’

‘Mmm!’

That frustrated moan went unheeded when Justin combed his fingers into her hair, thereafter shoving her faster toward his groin. In the midst of some slight suffocation, she actually moaned louder to each thrust coming from behind.

The mind-boggling, triple-play lasted for at least another ten minutes before that guy broke free, clearly more amped up for more action.

‘Come over here dude. Fuck her from behind. It’s my turn to use her mouth.’

Justin stood warily behind her until he saw her resume the blowjob, and carefully dipped his raw cock into that glimmering gap. For one, she was hot, presumably from that pounding she received earlier. Then again, there was only one thing Justin could do inside her, and his cock caused her to clench her teeth, albeit accidentally, on his ‘boss’s’ cock.

‘FUCK! YOU ACTUALLY MADE HER BITE ME?! DO IT AGAIN!’

A slap went across her face and the choking noises immediately sounded more painful, though Justin could sense her getting wetter than before. Seeing how pain had unknowingly turned her on, he used that to give her a good, rhythmic taste of his self-discipline, which only garnered an orgasm she had to stop sucking to express.

(Deana moaned loudly) ‘OH YES! THAT FELT SO GOOD! FUCKIN’.. ARGHH!’

Her boyfriend went into rage-mode almost instantly upon hearing that, partly turned on and partly jealous of what Justin did to her. He abruptly stopped everything, manhandled her to sit on top of Justin, and mercilessly rammed his own cock into her ass.

As if it wasn’t weird enough for Justin to be fucking a stranger’s girl, he is feeling his ‘boss’s cock through a thin veil of meat. The two dicks pillaged the poor pussy in both holes, to the intense orgasms Deana was going through one after another.

She barely lasted five minutes before collapsing onto Justin, body solely moving to her man’s thrusts that were forcing juices out of her. Drifting in and out of a trance, she just murmured inaudible words while convulsing occasionally.

(He groaned) ‘DUDE! CUMMING SOON? I’M GOING TO EXPLODE FIRST!’

He left out a few deep grunts before falling on top of her, and pushing himself off them once he emptied his load into her ass. As for Justin, he rolled her over onto her back and pumped her missionary-style, until he came into her defenseless vagina.

The guys then had a can of beer each, snapping photos of the wasted girl. When she finally recovered enough strength to even look at them, it was Justin’s turn to excuse himself from that fucked up couple.

Before he left, they exchanged numbers, so his WhatsApp could be spammed with videos from strategically placed hidden cameras, that he would find himself watching them in their 4K resolution.

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Slub

Through the mist and blinding flashes of light, she appeared in the most confident, immortal walk I have only imagined to be possible in a scripted scene, stopping short of my feet and tilting her head back at me. My chin received a hard grasp of her strong fingers, and my eyes shut instinctively as she pulled me in for a kiss, that momentarily took my manliness away.

Her tongue, she wasn’t shy to flaunt its maneuverability in my mouth, swiping across mine enough times to make me pull her closer for an airtight seal of our lips. We moistened lips, caressed bodies, right under the noses of envious onlookers. To think that I had gone to a club in Caterpillar’s Second Shift boots and t-shirt and jeans.

I must have looked like a construction worker, though Chinese with unproportionate shorter legs. In her off-shoulder, chest-hugging top, and a pair of tights, she seemed taller than me, until she tiptoed to lower my face for the comfort of our interlocking jaws.

When she finally pulled herself away, I regained my peripheral vision to the two guys who gave me very similar angry stares. I was so sure I would get my ass whopped, if not for her defense.

‘A MAN, NOT BOY!’

Her sunken voice tore through the heart-thumping music with that phrase, which quickly turned their faces into pure disappointment. I wanted to reiterate that I did feel like a boy when she kissed me.

Soon, the music changed to a sexier one, good for her to grind her hips on my groin. Not wanting to disrespect her, I held her away, and she backed right up. She bravely grabbed my wrists and slapped my hands on her butt, sliding them up and down enough times for me to feel – for the lack of any underwear.

(Into my ears) ‘ON ME! NOW!’

She dragged me through the moshing crowd by the wrist she held tightly on to, until we escaped the deafening dance floor into the sketchy, long, dark corridor that would end with a fire exit. In there, besides a few couples that were making out intensely, she began undoing my pants.

Eyes turned, ignorance feigned, distanced formed, my dick was out and hard in her delighted grasp.

‘Oh fuck.. ‘

‘What?’

‘Nothing.. ‘

She slammed her ass on my dong and wriggled her yoga pants down to her butt cheeks, all pumped up for me to slide it into where ‘I’ belong. She reached below her crotch and found my cock twitching in excitement, but I was wobbling from the whiskey. I took a few steps forward in her direction, and raised my hands fast enough to pin her against the brick wall.

A few seconds later, she had my tip at her door, embracing my slow invasion of her privacy. We were in a position such that either of us could move (our hips), and both of us would benefit.

She went first, on the initiation process that every grind would cover my cock from the top to the bottom, with her flesh-eating gap. Like really, all the way to the top where I would worry about ‘slipping out’.

Then, it was my turn, to use that wall as resistance and support, as I hammered her expressive characteristic with a cock that knew no limits, no shame, in wanting as much as it cannot handle. My mind just wouldn’t give up no matter how ‘hard’ my dick tried.

It was the alcohol. Yes, I am a cheap drunk.

On the other hand, she was raging. Raging crazy about wanting my meat so deep that she bounced herself off the wall so she would pin me on the other side (wall behind me). Everyone who wanted to take that emergency exit, knew better than to interrupt. They saw, and turned away.

I was left to the mercy of her non-belovent baby maker.

She rocked, she bumped, she rode, she slammed. She tightened, she quickened. My soul, had left, along with my conscious, for her to override the effects of my drunkenness with casual sex.

‘HEY! HEYYYYY!’

‘Now?’

‘YES!’

‘FUCK ME THEN!’

My right palm unconsciously went across her back and shoved her hard over, head almost knocking into the wall if not for her quick response to raise her hand. I squeezed her waist with ungodly strength, to the increasing pace of my hips piston-ing into her engine.

‘INSIDE?!’

‘YEAHHHHH!’

Three, two, one, blast off. I could literally feel a load dating back to the time of my birth, exploding into her in a mushy mix of lust. That huge load, emptied my mind in just five squirts. I couldn’t believe how abruptly that good time ended.

As for that sporting chick, she jolted upright and covered her bottoms in a flash, firstly trapping my seeds inside her, and letting those who failed to enter her temple to get soaked into her tights. The ‘wet’ and ‘dry’ areas could be seen clearly.

‘Phone?’

I passed her my blocky Android phone and she punched her number in, saving it as ‘slub’. I couldn’t process that word until she led me out of the club through the front, and took off in a different cab from me.

In my cum-cleared mind, my gentleman-liness only felt rightful after I dropped her a text.

‘Clut?’

‘Club-slut.’

She was either making it easy for me to recall our acquaintance, or admitting that she was that club’s slut who fucked as casually as we just did.

‘SOMEONE YOU FUCKED AT A CLUB! In case you forget.’, she hastily clarified.

‘A man’s clut then.’

That didn’t go down well with her, not until she corrected me.

‘Sorry. It’s My man’s*’

Just like that?

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Shooting (on) Stars

‘Name?’

‘Jay. J-A-Y.’

It took the ‘bouncer’, who was smoking/ keeping watch at the corridor, just a glance at his phone to instantly make him stub
out his three-quarter stick of cigarette in a seemingly apologetic look, as if I was somebody important.

‘You name is on the list sir. I’ll need your bag.’

Thinking that my ‘complimentary pass’ was limited in some ways, I didn’t think much of his request until I was given an uncomfortable pat-down. Yes, I would understand the need to safekeep my bag to prevent drugs or unwanted filming in the premise, but a body search? That seemed a little too serious no?

As I was led into one of the higher-end chalet at Downtown East, with at least three separate rooms within, two guys were seated in the living room, drinking and talking at a volume I couldn’t making anything out of.

‘Follow me.’

The walk through the corridor felt a little scary as my ears were trying to pick up any noises from the rooms, to no avail as he stopped me in front of my ‘room’.

‘Sir, just wait inside. Someone will join you soon.’

I entered the room he opened for me and heard the distinct sound of footsteps shortly after, reaching the doorstep before I even wandered far.

The door opened a second time to a long-haired girl wearing a cream-coloured cardigan, black sports bra (look alike) and white shorts. Like me, she had no bag nor any signs of phone or wallet in her pants.

Without any introduction, she held my hand and brought me to the bed, clicking on the small bluetooth speaker in front of the TV to play some jazz. In my bewildered state, she began swaying as she stripped her jacket and shorts off, to continue dancing for a little while more.

‘Do you want me to be naked?’

‘Just your top off.’

She unzipped them from the back and threw them in my direction, to which I casually placed them at the corner of the bed.

‘Your turn now.’

The unknown girl then came over to me and undid my jeans for me, getting on her knees as she relieved them from my feet. Through the quick-access gap in my boxer, she whipped my cock out and immediately got started sucking it, combing her fringe behind her ears repeatedly.

As far as the briefing I got went, I only knew that this was a ‘club’ for the crazy. It was then clear, that who those ‘crazies’ were. It had to be these girls right?

My mind, slowly fading out to the gentle music and her impressive blowjob, had lesser to hold back as she varied her moves on my dick. When she climbed on top of me, my shirt was pulled over my head and boxers finally lowered to my feet where I could kick them off.

I then felt wet slit grinding along my shaft as she breathed harder and deeper into my neck. We gradually shifted ourselves to the centre of the bed, so she could continue sucking me in doggystyle at an angle I could reach her pussy, one that was so smooth I couldn’t get enough of.

The whole thing was so mysteriously anonymous that I didn’t know how to process any of it.

‘Do you want to be inside me now?’

‘If you are ready.. ‘

A part of me didn’t want to say yes despite feeling so, in case this could be used against me. Then again, her behaviour was so casual that I suspected I had over-thought about this acvtivity.

She went back into the cowgirl position and slipped me easily inside her body, twitching a few times uncontrollably as a hint of pleasure. In five seconds’ time, she was riding me like a bitch-high-on-drugs, literally overdosing herself on my dick.

Okay. For one, I wasn’t that big, but she was just fucking herself to orgasms after orgasms. I could only assume that she could climax very easily. From a grinding motion, she switched to a hard, bouncing momentum, expressing herself at a volume that amounted to some frantic knocks on the door.

After we turned down the ‘heat’, she went back to doggystyle, ‘wagging’ her ass and rubbing herself at the same time. That was my invbitation.

I wasted no time in getting behind her and plugged her needy hole in haste, thrusting no less than three times to make her raise her body against my chest. We were both looking the full length mirror that reflected the scene of our dirty act.

(As she panted) ‘They said, you have no time limit.’

‘They?’

‘Who are you?’

‘No names’, were two words I recalled in the briefing, for safety’s sake – not even a fake name. I leveraged on the ease of her orgasm to pound her flat down on the bed, working my waist even harder to hammer the curiosity out of her.

I had to admit, it was all intense and hot until I realised how sexy she looked from the back. Those intricate, horizontal tattoos bearing lines of texts, they couldn’t looked better on the girl with a waistline that turned heads. I had accidentally, triggered the beginning of my end.

‘I’m gonna cum soon. Like really soon!’

The moment I pulled myself out of her, she jumped out of bed and brought me to the armchair in front of the window, highlighting her flawless complexion as she went down on me again.

With vigour and lust, she needed no guidance as she face-fucked me to the end of the world, where hot cum filled her cheeks up with achievement. Her mouth, just kept massaging my numbed cock after I was done, till I was too tired to make any noises.

Back into bed we went, where she gave me a back massage that loosened my muscles up, almost putting me to sleep right there and then if not for another knock. She picked her phone that was vibrating non-stop and I was left out of their conversations when she disappeared into the bathroom.

‘I need to make you cum again.’

‘Say what?’

‘I need.. ‘

‘No I mean, I get it. But really?’

She used her might to flip me around onto my back and went back down on my dick, milking that pipe with her lips until I was hard again, only for her to make a request in a tired voice.

‘Can you just.. fuck me in the mouth? Like, hold my head? I’m a little tired.’

‘Yeah sure. But can I be seated?’

‘YES! Anywhere you like.’

I went back to the chair and made space for her to kneel between my feet, and mouth-fucked her till I creamed into her throat again. I sure did felt a little guilty when I took much longer to cum while doing that painful thing (to her mouth).

After a shower together, I left the room as instructed by her and met the bouncer again, who returned me my back and ushered me out of the chalet to see Gary, the guy who brought me into all these.

‘How? Was she good?’

Before I could say anything, he flashed his phone at me and showed me her Instagram profile, of 16k followers. All those pretty pictures, did no justice to I did to her earlier. There was no way she would be doing that for money.

‘Just one of them. I’ll send you the videos after I edit them. I’m sorry that I can only tell you that after this. Chill k! Your face will be censored, but not hers.’

A wink sent me on my way out of the place in his car, to Pasir Ris MRT where buses of NSFs alighted to an obliviously, cruel world.

This indeed is one.