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After-run Shot

‘Fuck’, that very word slipped my mouth just as I fell on my knees on the asphalt running track near my house, barely finding my balance amongst the chest-crushing gasps of air. Having done the last lap of my 30-60 interval training, it was nonetheless one of the most enjoyable run especially after a drizzle.

‘Hey, you alright?’

‘Yeah. I’ll be fine.. Thanks for asking.. ‘

I could understand her concern since I was slowly laying myself flat on the ground, ready to complete my last set of static exercises that I included during each of the 60-second ‘rest’. Starting off with ‘plank’, it didn’t take a few seconds into it before I saw another jogger on the same track getting on her elbows next to me.

‘Thirty seconds’, I said, and she grunted. The seconds couldn’t pass any slower as my abdominal muscles cringed in pain, elbows eating into the rough terrain. Just as we enter the last five seconds, she groaned ‘fifteen more’ out loud.

At the end of forty-five seconds, the rest of the exercises received less than half of our initial effort, but to a satisfying conclusion.

(As she panted) ‘Wow. That was intense! Though I only did one set.’

‘I know right.. I’ll rest up a bit before heading home.’

‘How about getting a drink together? The McDonald’s here have a drive-thru.’

Although I don’t live more than ten minutes away from home, a drink sounded like the best idea then and I agreed to join her, only to spend a good ten minutes in the backseat of her car sighing to almost, every sip we took.

(She asked) ‘So have you got any abs?’

‘Haha! More like fats. I’m just glad it’s not protruding too much.’

‘More than mine?’

She lifted her tank top as soon as I completed my sentence and flashed her toned abs at me, unsure to feel inferior or glad that I didn’t look like that. To me, fitness doesn’t mean figure, but simply health.

After we got our thirst quenched, we stayed in the car while unknowingly started talking about our lives, going on to our jobs and workout routines.

‘Is it true? That.. Your dick will also grow longer when you exercise?’

(I answered) ‘I think so! Ever since I finished NS, I think it looked a little smaller.’

‘Is that why you work out?’

The ensuing grin left much to imagine though I had brushed it off as a joke, which to her, wasn’t one. Just one question, ‘can I see?’, brought her spirits up to a level that she dived straight for my trunks almost instantaneously, without waiting for a ‘no’.

In that flash of a second, my hand could only reach her neck for a hard shove, to no avail. I felt cold air (from her air-conditioning) encase my flaccid cock before her face buried deeper into my lap.

No amount of pushing would stop her from crawling her way into my legs, until a wet and warm environment took my fight away. Somehow, she sensed the relaxing fingers and slowly take my shaft deeper, to initiate an up-down treat of soul-cleansing blowjob.

‘Mmm.. Hmm.. Mmm.. ‘

Those noises kept coming as she hungrily fed off my manhood, maintaining a steady pace despite the decreasing pressure of her suction. In her on-knees, hips-raised position, I easily slipped one hand inside her running shorts to meet her pantyless pussy, all wet and ready for me to fondle.

The moment I started rubbing her clit, her tempo went awry to the point she could no longer suck on me, since she was gasping for air herself. Replacing her mouth with a hand, she couldn’t stop jerking me off with that look of ecstasy on her face.

(She whispered) ‘You can fuck me right now and I wouldn’t say no.’

‘Right now? Sure. But right here?’

I gave the door handle a hard tug and it swung open to the full view of – trees.

‘Can I fuck you with the door open?’

‘If you say so.. ‘

Her tone contained a hint of ‘adventure’ that put us into an even faster pace to swap position, since I was to doggy the brains out of her. In the narrow confines of the car (low hood), I had to bend my back over her, while she took care of my little one, specifically, to guide it ‘home’.

In the crazy, intense heat of the moment, I jabbed my impatient cock deep into her awaiting pussy, to first force a queef out. There on, it was a high-speed chase for orgasm, though she received hers just within minutes of my violent penetration.

We fucked like crazy rabbits in the small sedan, facing the nothingness of the dark forest while groaning for each other to cum. To be honest, it was unfair for her to have came so many times while getting tighter by that little.

It was ten minutes into that hot, sweaty sex before my body alerted me to exhaustion.

(As I panted) ‘Hey.. I don’t mean to spoil the mood.. But I’m cramping up.. ‘

‘Sit back down.’

I plopped my ass back onto the seat to let her take me for the last ride (she sat on her calves while my bum rested on her feet). Like a king, I laid back and enjoyed the sex-starved lady fuck the air out of herself, just as I was getting started.

In no time, under that raging, bouncing pussy, I was groaning like a trapped bear, about to blow my load into that unknown woman.

‘HEY! I’M CUMMING!’

‘What? NOW?!’

‘YEAHHH!’

She froze while at my tip at that word and carefully got off me, so casually climbing out of the car before guiding me to the edge of the seat. The spectacular view of a fit, young body squatting in front of me, shorts in a very obvious, dishevelled mess, was duly complimented by a very sensual blowjob.

My senses literally shut themselves out as I felt my cum built up in my shaft, for a powerful squirt into the safety of her mouth that instinctively swallowed shots after shots. A brief handjob got every last drop out of me and we returned to the car for a rest, the much needed one since we finished running.

(In her breathless voice) ‘Fuck.. It’s a dream come true.’

‘To have car sex?’

‘No? To find someone regular to give me my protein after each run.’

The awkward silence that followed gave me enough time to figure out what she just said, which was an informal invitation for a ‘flingship’. The drive home was as quiet since I didn’t have a non-offensive way to reply her, but that changed when the car stopped below my block.

‘Tomorrow.. 10pm?’

‘YES! Thank you! And.. Thank you.. Little one.’

A kiss on my cheeks, and ‘his’ head, ended the night on a good note, to mark the first of many to come.

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Consequential Doping

At 11pm, after doing a few laps of my own at the then-closed condominium pool, it was time to put the security guards’, whom I have been really good friends with, hearts at ease. On this day of every week, I would hold swimming classes before spending up to an hour alone in the pool. However, during the course of this particular lesson, an especially noisy group of teenagers at the BBQ pit had affected me quite a bit, though there were only lessons to be taught when bodies were being flung into the waters.

Making my way into the male shower rooms, I was tuned out to my surrounding until I heard noises come from a cubicle. It seemed that the door at the furthest end, which I thought was just closed because of a rigid hinge, was occupied. The lack of clothes or towels would mean that he was a resident of the estate. Perhaps, he had brought his shorts into the shower.

Without thinking too much, I continued with my business and it was when I turned on the shower tap, that I heard a cry for help.

‘Hey! Can you help me?’

A female voice in the male changing room? Still, there wasn’t anyone else she needed to hide from. I was in my cubicle then.

(I replied) ‘There’s no one out here. Feel free to leave.’

‘I CAN’T! I don’t have any clothes.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘My friends left me here.’

Whoever they were, they must still be around. I quickly washed myself up and put my clothes on, before knocking on the closed door. From where I stood outside, I could see the heels of her feet pushing against the door, pulling away only when I went close to her.

On the floor sat a girl, with long, brown hair curled at the ends, possessing a figure I remembered caught my eyes when I took a glance of the kids playing by the pool. With her hands covering her chest and groin, I threw my wet towel over her before trying to help her up. Not only were her legs too weak to support her, she was showing signs of withdrawals.

‘Are you on some kind of drug?’

‘No? I think they slipped something in my drink. I’m.. Incredibly wet.’

‘Duh. You are drenched!’

‘No.. Not there.’

Right there, I realised what she was talking about and helped her to the bench anyway, to put one of my shirt on her to hide her indecency. Just before I could find the extra pair of shorts I remembered packing, she had already progressed to the stage where she touched herself with her legs spread wide open.

To anyone else, it might seem like she was masturbating furiously, but at that close proximity, I could tell that it was an itch she was trying to get relieved. A middle finger was digging so deeply, that sent her moaning at the same time sighing in comfort.

‘Can you help me? Please? I can’t reach far enough.’

‘What? Serious? I think you should call an ambulance or something.’

‘No no! You can’t! They.. Umm.. The group of us.. Kind of took some drugs earlier. It was just a stupid dare. Please!’

She grabbed my hand and brought it to her pussy, drenched and dripping through the narrow gaps of the wooden bench. Two of my fingers were pushed into her vagina and I went on my knees to do what she asked, since I was already this ‘deep’.

Following her suggestions, the wrist-twist motion turned out to do the job best, giving her minutes-long satisfaction at each try. I ended up getting as hard as wood listening to her expressive, sexual voice and going as fast/ deep as I could to keep her happy.

(She said) ‘I’m sorry to have involved you in this. You must be so tired.’

‘I’m fine. Is it going away?’

‘I am afraid not. I think I’m wetter than before. I’m so sorry.’

At 12am when my watch beeped, she stopped me and helped me onto my feet. Whatever we have done, this must be as far as she allowed me to go. Be it guilt or impatience, the intense situation died down when she squeezed my wrists really tight.

‘Can I trouble you again?’

‘What more can I do?’

Eight finger dug into my waistline and lowered my shorts (along with my underwear) to the floor. Her mouth went over my cock and began sucking on it with vigour, using mere seconds to make me feel lightheaded. She used the tip of her tongue to probe at my pee hole until I was groaning, before circling at the underside of my little ‘head’.

In less than two minutes, I was harder than I have ever seen. When I regained my composure to look at her, her eyes were halfway rolled back in ecstasy, as if my pre-cum had some magical properties.

(She whispered) ‘Can you fuck me?’

‘Get up then. Can you bend over the bench?’

Immediately, she went into the standing doggy and I plunged my dick deep into her. However tight she was, I had stretched her out well and my head was spinning wildly to the overwhelming sense of pleasure. The gratifying moans told me of the ultimate scratch for that itch of hers, like brushing for the first time after a dental scaling.

My hips kept thrusting as she got more relaxed, fueling my own lust as she received what she wanted. At the five-mark into our bathroom sex, I was feeling a little heat at the tip of my penis. ‘Abrasion’ it must be, from the crazy sex we were having. Having an additional ‘pain rage’ from my genital, I went even faster to overcome it with euphoria, only that it made me more frustrated.

‘Something is happening to my dick. It’s getting hotter!’

‘I know! Keep fucking me and it will go away!’

I reached for her shoulders and pounded her really deep and fast, lasting longer than my ‘usual’ since I was partly exhausted from swimming.

After we changed to the ‘girl-on-top’ position that ended up with the both of us fucking against a wall, I was growing tired as the urge to cum was creeping into my groin.

‘I think I’m cumming. I can’t take it anymore.’

‘Cum inside me then! Flush me with your cum.’

Her legs wrapped even tighter around my hips as I slammed her against the cold tiles, dipping the full length of my shaft as deep as I could go. The magical moment finally came after another three minutes of the most tiring sex, engaging every muscle in my boner to pump that humongous amount of semen right into her vagina.

We feebly wobbled back to the bench before my legs officially gave way, making space for her to ride my spurting cock till it was too soft. Somehow, my ejaculate solved the ‘itch’ and both of us took a thirty minute, silent break in the isolated changing room even the guards do not patrol.

(She said) ‘I can’t thank you enough for that. I’m now too tired to move.’

‘Neither can I.’

About an hour after we fucked our brains out, we headed up to her place (without any pants on her) where her friends had crashed her family’s weekend home, leaving the door unlocked and wide open. None of us could had anymore energy to even pick up one rubbish.

For the rest of the night, we slept in the same bed that reeked of alcohol, waking up no less than two times to ‘re-inject’ my man-made, biological ‘ointment’ inside her. Who could have slept with an itch that cause either a wet pussy, or raging boner right?

The next day, which was my off day, was spent cleaning up her place so she could then surprise me with thank-you sex, around the now-tidied home.

Just remember to never mix drug with sex.

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No Return

As rarely as Jason would see his boss in the office, it was even more of a surprise when he came up to him after most of the staff left for lunch.

(Boss speaking) ‘Jason, can you fly tonight?’

‘Fly? To where?’

‘Jarkata. Everything else has been arranged.’

‘Umm.. I still have some work that’s.. ‘

‘Leave that. Can you fly or not?’

‘Yes.’

‘Good. Everything you need, including spending allowance, is inside. Follow the instructions closely. Try not to deviate. You are to report directly to me once you return. Got it?’

‘Yes.’

‘Go now. Pack up and go home. The flight is at 5pm.’

A few more seconds were spent dumbfounded until his boss knocked on his desk impatiently, shocking him into a frenzied state in which he gathered his belongings in. With just a little over five hours to get his ass on the plane, he took the fastest mode of transport for all his trips leading up to the flight.

At 4.30pm, he finally had time to catch his breath, and to take a look at the rest of the contents in the envelope, which so far he only opened it for the boarding pass.

In it, there was an inch thick stack of A4 paper, possibly some contract, a wad of cash with ‘15,000,000 RUPIAH’ label wrapped around it, and an itinerary folded three times across horizontally. During the 2-hour long flight, he glanced through the programme to find a seemingly rushed-but-managable timetable, something which his boss wouldn’t turn down for any reason. It was afterall, another business trip he used to disappear on.

At Jakarta International, a cardboard saying ‘Jason – Singapore’ signaled his boss’ ‘arrangement’ and he left his carryon to the dark-skinned man, who spoke fluent English and Bahasa Indonesian.

(Jason asked) ‘Are we stopping at the hotel first?’

‘No no no. Business first. I am just following orders.’

‘Okay. I’ll leave the rest to you then.’

Unsure of how close this guy was to his boss, Jason assumed that that contract must be of certain importance to have all these planned in a hurry, and even more dire since they didn’t have an office in Indonsia. The three-hour journey to an office in the CBD area came to an end when the car stopped at the main door, in front of a business-suited man and two gorgeous assistants behind him.

One of the ladies opened the door for him and the driver reminded him to only bring the contract, which Jason did after quickly tucking the money into his back pocket. From there on, everything was so formal and proper, until the details of the business proposal was discussed. Given how glib Jason was with his tongue, he managed to increase the agreed contractual value by fifty more percent, throwing in some extra services he knew could be cheaply done by his company.

At the end of the meeting, the two female assistants walked him out to his car, and one of them got in with him.

‘I’ll be sending you to the hotel. Why didn’t your boss come?’

‘I have no idea. He just put me on this five hours ago.’

‘Really? It must have been tiring for you.’

‘You bet. I’m going to crash as soon as I reach the hotel.’

Throughout the ride, nothing inappropriate happened and she helped carry his belongings into the room, making sure she was contactable before leaving him alone. The first thing Jason did after she left was to strip naked for a nice, long dip in the bathrub, listening to the music blasting from his company-issued S7, soaking in the short getaway that will end the very next day.

As perfect as everything went, little did he knew something else was included (but excluded) in his itinerary. Initially organised for his boss, this ‘package’ was still applicable to the person who closed that deal.

Jason, once done with his bath, came out of the bathroom naked to see that same assistant, sitting on his bed wearing a tight, white top and a pair of really short denim shorts.

‘Woah woah woah. How did you get into my room?’

‘You didn’t.. This is part of F&E.’

‘Free and easy?’

‘Not exactly.’

She got on her knees on the bed and pulled her top and black bra off, bending forward towards him and curling those manicured fingers to ‘summon’ him closer. He went up to the end of the bed and watched gleefully as she took his cock in the same doggy position, sucking at the same time he thrusted at her face.

‘Mmm!’

Her finger then pointed at the piece of paper lying by the edge, indicating an ‘all clear’ status on her ‘wellness checkup’. Whoever, used however to make this whatever happen, had to be of a certain stature in the hierarchy of his company. Suspecting some shady deals made behind the organisation’s back, this, had to be included for a more secure non-disclosure.

A pleasurable ten minutes of blowjob later, she turned herself around to let him take her in the pussy, where he fucked her while reading the original copy of the contract. At one point when he stopped moving, she took over and kept his mood up as he maintained focus, deciphering all the hidden clause located in the ‘disclaimer’ section.

The [company] has the right to allocate up to 20% of the agreed sum,

, for miscellaneous expenses, without the need for disclosure.

There, that’s the catch.

‘Jason.. Can I ride you? My legs are cramping up.’

‘Sure.’

She continued pleasing him in the new position as he lit up a cigarette, partially mesmerised by the stunning, skinny-yet-curvy figure bouncing atop him. The moment she switched to rocking just her hips, he began losing more of his composure, groaning and grasping the sheets to cope with the heightened sensitivity on his cock, enduring the tormenting bombardment of sex from that sex-hungry crazy.

‘ARGHH! I’m cumming Bella! I’M CUMMING!’

‘OH FUCK YES! I’m going to climax too!’

The sudden contraction formed a vacuum he could no longer slide out of, directing all the hype to the tip of his penis where it was forced into that tight little corner at the deepest end of her vagina.

In the intense heat of the moment, she went all out to grind her pussy on his groin until he exploded inside her, pumping continuously to her waist that only froze ten seconds later – when she came. The two fuckers exchanged so much fluids that a viscous, translucent white goo came leaking out of her before she even got off, coating his balls on its way down to the sheets.

‘Can you carry me to the bathtub? I don’t want to dirty your bed.’

‘Smart move. Let’s go.’

Her ass remained on his hips as he carried her to the recently-drained tub, before they took a shower together. It was there where he learnt of his boss’ secret, that he had ‘bought’ them (Bella and the other assistant) once the contract was finalised. Jason only got this impromptu task after his (the boss’ wife) suspected something fishy with his frequent travels, and put him in such a tight spot.

When Jason returned to his office the next day, he was reassigned to ‘work’ on that multimillion project from Indonesia, with all expenses paid, on top of taking care of his boss’ ‘mistresses’ for an indefinite amount of time.

The high salary, little work, unlimited sex offer was impossible to resist, even if he has to endure the shameful title of a ‘mistress caretaker’.

Seriously though, could anyone that single and available, turn that down?

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Slippery Fingers

Bending over the hedge of bushes, I was so close to emptying my belly of beer when a hand came over to give me a few pats on the back, which ironically triggered the cocktail of beer and BBQ to gush onto the pretty plants looking innocently in my face. On and on it went until I was sober, and there was little strength left in me when I stood up to get a good look at this ‘good samaritian’.

Indeed, good look turned into look good when I saw a girl around my age, dressed in a black ‘goth’ style, giving me a very concerned look.

‘Are you feeling better?’

‘Yeah. Much better. Thanks.’

Since I had already shown her my most unglamorous side, there was no need to hide my weakness, coupled with long periods of shut eyes and temple massage. At where I was, there were no outdoor seats unless I want to bother the restaurants nearby, leaving me with just the steps in front of Singapore River to get some rest.

For yet another surprise, she actually followed me and politely asked if she could join me, as she wasn’t much better than that state I was earlier. Well how could I turn a mysterious beauty down right? We lit a cigarette each and started introducing ourselves, engaging in a conversation we ignored the incessant phone calls for.

(I asked) ‘How are you getting home?’

‘Probably GRAB or something. You?’

‘Hmm. Sit around until I don’t look so shitty, then GRAB or take the first bus home.’

‘Haha. Parents huh? You can rest at my place. I live alone.’

‘Serious? Where do you stay?’

‘Some private estate. My parents left it to me after they went back to London.’

Hearing such.. freedom? I didn’t have to wonder why she clubbed, for she could do anything she wanted. Ten minutes later, both of us felt good enough to walk and we hopped on a taxi next, heading towards ‘Bishan’ she gave as our destination.

(She whispered) ‘Hey.. We’re here. Sorry uncle.’

I grudgingly climbed out of the car to see a three storey mansion before me, all dark and scary if not for a click she made on a remote. The gates opened for us and some lights came on in the house even before we walked in.

In there, everything was so gorgeous that I wanted to say ‘I found my perfect writing environment’, but those words were stuck behind my astonishment.

‘Come. My bedroom is upstairs. You can shower there. You might want to keep your pants dry though. I only have t-shirts for you.’

I was certain I didn’t say anything until I was done showering, completely stoned and impressed at the same time by what was happening in just one single night. When it was her turn to take a shower, I was told to rest on the bed, which I wished I was in the right mind to probe further, because I lost consciousness once I laid on the soft, princess-y bed.

At god-knows-what-time, I was gently awakened by a hand brushing across my cheeks, and caught a hand before it went down my sensitive neck.

‘Oh sorry! That’s a natural reflex of my sensitive neck.’

Michelle, as she said she was, had been staring at me for that amount of time, with mascara-ed eyes and perfectly drawn, dark lips.

‘I’m just being romantic. I don’t know what came over me. I can’t sleep.’

As if that short nap had recovered all of my energy, I couldn’t sleep either and kept looking at her the same way she did, getting my soul sucked through her eyes. For some reason, I started touching her face as well and my hand, it took on an autopilot mode.

Firstly moving down her neck, the journey continued to her shoulder where the sheets (over her body) were dragged along her body as I trailed my fingertip to her ribs, advancing too slowly to the hips I realised only a panty was on.

(She hushed) ‘Keep going.’

By the time I could reach no further, her body was fully exposed to my watchful eyes, under the glowing florescent nightlight from the night stand.

(I breathed) ‘They’re beautiful.’

‘They’re naughty.’

Referring to her pair of erected nipples, I was ‘brought to the party’ by her careful hand. As I massaged those C-cups(?), she slipped her hand into my boxers I was supposed to wear my pants over once my legs were dry, and began teasing my boyhood.

Our eyes never once closed in front of each other, observing each and every facial response, taking grace in plain, slightly naughty, company. Gradually, I moved to her legs where she lifted a knee upward, for me to go between.

That soaked panties, was nothing but ‘sophisticated’ in my eyes. What really got to me was her level of self-control, to hold her thoughts and expressions in, without showing a stranger so much a peek into her ‘wild’ side, though I could say the same for me (shamelessly).

We slowly rotated our bodies to lie on our backs, as we crossed our arms to keep going at our respective genitals. What really got me into the mood was the noise we made. The subtle moans, loud, sometimes soft breathing, occasional gasps, and even rarer groans. I would imagine ‘wild deers’, or ‘sexcited Rudolph-deers’, everything was just so magical and understanding.

(She moaned) ‘You’re getting there. Am I?’

‘Just go a little faster.’

‘Same for you.’

We turned down the lights to complete darkness and sped up the last bit of our hanky-panky, until we came together. I presented her the warm, wet squirts and she gave me a slippery, hot gush, right into the sheets in front of her pussy. For the clean up I didn’t do too thoroughly, we used the long bath towel I used to dry myself, to wipe off however much we could.

(She said) ‘I’m going to sleep now. Goodnight.’

And I went back to sleep with a clearer mind, and bacon – the first thing I smelled before I opened my eyes. How could she have done this? I will never leave, if I had the choice.

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Secret Visit

(Call from an unknown number) ‘What time can you reach Park Royal Pickering?’

‘May I know who is this?’

‘Someone related to Nat. Do you know her? Or did I get the wrong number?’

‘Is it that Nat from Tumblr?’

‘Yessss.. what time can you reach? I think you should come pick her up.’

In my mind, I couldn’t think of any good reasons that needed someone to call me on her behalf, to pick her up. No matter how little I knew about her, she was someone I couldn’t just ignore if it was so desperate.

‘Umm.. as soon as I can? 30 minutes?’

‘Okay. Come up to room 334 once you reach. Call this number when you’re at the door. Hurry.’

I put on the jeans I just stepped out off and GRABed a car to that hotel, unable to stop thinking about the emergency that risked exposing her identity. Putting all ‘impressions’ I assumed about her aside, I could only hope my appearance would get her out of whatever danger she was in.

Just five minutes before my estimated ’30 minutes’ deadline, I reached the doorstep and rang that number which called me earlier. There was so much uncertainty about what was going on behind the door that got me shaking in cold sweat.

‘You’re outside? I’m coming out.’

A man around my height in blue jeans and black polo tee appeared from the door but did not let the door close, instead, standing just a feet away to keep both eyes, one indoor and the other at me, at the same time.

‘Firstly, I want to apologise for asking you down in such a hurry, and secondly, I’ll need to take your bag and phone.’

‘What’s happening? Is it that serious?’

I handed him both items in a hurry to see what was up with Nat, which he finally gave way to let me in after collecting my belongings.

That instant I pushed through that door, I saw her, recognisable by the photos she posted of herself, lying sideways on the bed with one hand between her legs, supposedly – rubbing. Except for a set of black caged bra and thongs, there were just, four other men standing aroud her – naked.

(Random man) ‘Please do. We have been expecting you.’

‘What? Expecting me to?’

‘Be the first.’

One of them rolled her onto her back and the rest of them held one limb each, spreading her flat like.. a bedsheet. On top of her erratic shivering I didn’t understand, she had those pleading eyes staring straight at me, as if I had a way to help her.

(Man who phoned me) ‘Nat has been given something that will keep her wet for the whole night. You will be the first to ‘scratch’ The itch inside her pussy, and they will only go after you. It’s your call to help her.’

He raised a handycam at the bed and I knew everyone was waiting for me. Patient, understanding, calm. I had no idea where they came from. Seeing that no one had moved a muscle (except for Nat), I stripped myself to the nines and climbed onto the bed between Nat’s opened legs.

As soon as I got into position, the men went into an adjacent room and left me with the camera man, and her. Unsure if this was the Nat I knew, there was nothing composed about her. She sat up after everyone was gone and began jerking my cock hungrily, from a totally shrunken state to a hardness I was slightly ashamed of.

My assumption of her wanting to put my cock inside her was proved wrong when she devoured my cock in a flash, bobbing her own head up and down in a seated, upright position. I could tell how awkward her neck was feeling, but she just kept going.

In a sick way, I am finally having my chance with this girl so desired on her Tumblr blog, but at the same time..

(She whispered) ‘Do you want to do it raw?’

(Man shouted) ‘HEY! NO TALKING!’

A sheet of paper from ‘Raffles’ dangling in front of my eyes showed ‘Negative’ for any known STDs, certifying the safety of her offer for my benefit.

(Man stated) ‘The rest of them will have to use a rubber.’

By then, Nat had went into the doggystyle position and was wriggling her ass at me, arching her hips in such a way to ‘push’ her pussy outwards. I didn’t waste a second longer and guided my dick in, gliding easily all the way for her to let off a satisfying moan.

I barely got my hands on her waist when she started rocking her body back at me, fucking me ahead of – me. In a helpful way, I took over the control and plunged as far, and as hard, as I could to fulfil my desire for acknowledgement. The louder she moaned, the better I knew I was doing. She literally went hysterical when I bent my body over her back, giving her a taste of how bunnies did it, for a good one minute straight.

That sex-raged girl didn’t even ask when she suddenly crawled away from me to roll herself over, tugging my cock towards her pussy for some face-to-face ‘lovin”. Fucking the legendary Nat from behind was one thing, and it was definitely different when I got a feel of her affection from the top.

Our lips locked like long-lost lovers, making out in a subtle, sensual way (mostly without tongue) that drove my senses totally berserk. If I could depict my motion in and out of her, I would call it ‘graceful’. I tried my best to keep slamming my hips at her, while she continued moaning through the kisses we exchanged.

(I whispered breathlessly) ‘Nat.. I’m cumming.. ‘

‘Inside me please.. it will let the rest know who I really want to be fucked by.. all of it.. ‘

Those words, they did nothing but trigger sad memories of my exes, leaving my mind as a new, different, special, memory was made with Nat. We ended up hugging each other tightly as I let my groin did the rest of the work, slamming so ever violently at her pussy, until we heard the deep, relieving groan from each other.

I slid off her body after a while and she curled herself up around my hips, licking every bit off before she kissed it goodbye. At that moment, the camera man, whom she whispered was ‘M’, opened the connecting door to let the other men in, setting off a combo of gleeful claps and cheers.

As for me, I opted out of ‘watching’ and stayed in the other room for drinks. That whole event ended at around 3am, which was the time I woke up after falling asleep unknowingly. The cherry on top of the icing on top of the cake turned out to be a night with Nat in the same room she was gangbanged, while the cleaner bed was left to M.

That night, she slept with me inside her and I was awakened by the gentle grinding of her pussy. My morning wood, it seemed, lasted a little too long for her comfort but she couldn’t complain through the voice-crushing moans.