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Perfect Lie

Having fallen asleep on the couch after coming home drunk, I was definitely shocked when I was awakened by a pair of hands stroking my mysteriously-erected dick. All I could think of was ‘who’, as my vision was obstructed by my ‘smelly (blanket)’ which had covered my eyes.

The three people staying in the house then was my sister, our domestic helper, and I. Our parents, who were living in another house, had kept Aly around out of goodwill for her closeness to us, though we all knew that she wouldn’t be needed for long.

As my breathing got heavier and deeper, I could hear muffled moans coming from the side, as if she was in pleasure too. Knowing that I was safe in my own home, I just let myself go (a little) and moaned along, only getting softer as the handjob came to a stop.

At that point, I was expecting ‘things’ to end anytime until I felt a hand around my cock again, this time, just holding it upright. The next thing I felt was a kiss on my pee hole, where that said pair of lips then split apart slowly as it descended my shaft, engulfing me in fiery desire until she reached my pubes.

As much as I enjoyed the deep throat, I didn’t expect her to stay ‘down’ that long until she was gagging. And not even then, did she raise her head. Immediately, I tried to reach for her chin but she just held my hand down, holding that depth until my worries passed. That was when my mind regained composure, to vividly experience the squeezing-sensations her throat was giving. It was random, hot, and dangerously immersive.

Finally, she retracted her neck and my exit made me felt ‘long’, though it was just her slow pace. From there, her lips worked the top three-quarter length she could comfortably reach, slurping and bouncing as I grew thicker in her mouth.

After what felt like a long time, she pulled her head away and let the cold breeze (from our ceiling fan) cool my manhood, relieving the impending urge and hardness that was getting achy. Once she put a foot on the cushion right next to my hips, I knew that there was more to come.

The hand that groped my cock in the dark kept it pointed upwards as her pussy was lowered, until we felt the excessive wetness that drooled down my shaft. Without hesitation, she slipped her meat pouch over my dick and let off a long sigh as her vaginal walls spread in two, around my unwavering hard-on that seemed so unsympathetic.

She put both her hands on my belly and began rocking her hips, grinding back and forth to let my cock flick up and down inside of her. Moving at a rhythmic, unhurried pace, the juices that initially lubricated my penetration soon wet my balls, spreading to my thighs and her bum where she was sliding on. The one fact that was constantly ringing in my head was ‘how much was she lusting for this’.

In no time, she was riding at full speed and I was holding her waist down as well, to keep the ‘most effective/ stimulating’ part of her pussy (the opening) at where I was most insensitive. Still, she managed to overpower me and claimed control of her tempo, stroking me at my shaft while massaging the tip with her contracting pussy.

(I whispered loudly) ‘I’m cumming now I’m cumming now!’

She pulled a slow-ascend, fast-descend move and had me deeply trapped as hot cum spilled into her vagina, throbbing and succumbing to her subsequent orgasm that milked me after most of my load was delivered.

I was left panting for air while she was convulsing atop me, coming to a stop only after two minutes. Having been truly ’emptied’, I was no longer sensitive to her playful squeezes and hopeful, rocking motion.

Minutes later, she picked herself up from me and left me along in the hall, once again in complete silence. Without the need to remove the blindfold, I could only wonder..

‘Good morning!’

The sharp, perky voice of my sister shocked me awake and I uncovered my eyes to the brightly-lit living room, where the maid and her was staring at my unruly appearance.

(Maid asked) ‘Had a good night?’

(Sister sarcastically added) ‘Must be a wild night huh? Did anything happen?’

If only I could say, ‘a lot’.

The following night, it was my sister who came home (loudly) and slept on the couch, to which I then whispered to ask if she wanted to be carried into her room. Being a good brother, I hauled her into her bed and was swiftly pulled in next to her tube-dress-clad body.

(Sister whispered) ‘it’s time to return the favour kor.. ‘

We did the unthinkable again and fell asleep naked in her bed, until our maid woke me up, by sliding her hand under the sheets to give my morning wood a (fore)skin-deep massage.

(Maid whispered) ‘did you like what i did that night?’

With my sister gone (for work), it didn’t take much for her to jump into bed and make full use of my hardness, riding as if her life depended on it until I came. At the end of it, not only was I exhausted, but my morals were also thrown out with the wind.

They both, in fact, reminded me of the sensations I experienced that fateful night, though there was a small difference that made it impossible to tell. In missionary, my sister felt like the ‘culprit’, but in cowgirl, my maid made me felt like the ‘victim’.

So who.. nevermind.

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Unplanned Journey

Like a clueless doe wandering into a field of hungry lioness, the momentary pause-in-time duly portrayed the temptation of a young, fresh piece meat. The way she turned heads, could only be described by how (quickly) iron-fillings react to a magnet in its midst.

‘这里有人坐吗？’
Translation: Is anybody sitting here?

Once I shook my head in response, she sat herself comfortably down in the oversized, black t-shirt that ends suggestively below her hips, as though daring people (or rather just, guys) to imagine if she wore anything under.

Not only was I impressed by how nonchalant she, a girl who looked in her 20s, was about sitting in the rowdy, smokey, and noisy smoking-corner of a coffee shop, the two bottles of beer she ordered actually dissed some of the ‘onlookers’.

‘你要来一杯吗？’
Translation: Do you want some?

‘No thanks. I can’t hold my liquor well.’

Despite my rejection, she pushed her mug over and I decided to take a sip out of courtesy. There were, after all, still eyes on us, especially at the long, brown-highlighted hair, whose figure is very straightforwardly – slim. As soon as I tipped the cup over my lips, I caught her grinning confidently, like she had accomplished something.

Thankfully, that was all the alcohol I drank and we just sat opposite each other, deeply engrossed in our mobile phone screens over our respective poison (kopi-peng for me).

At 11pm sharp, the shutters were lowered halfway and she abruptly jolted upright, shocking me in the process.

‘Aunty, 你们要关店啦？’
Translation: Aunty, are you closing?

‘没有那么早，还有一下子。’
Translation: Not so early. Still a while more to go.

Very casually, like we were acquainted, she asked me to follow her to the toilet before they close. As it was also time for me to leave, it wasn’t any ‘less inconvenient’ to stand guard outside the washroom. Into the ladies she went, and came out minutes later, holding a pair of shorts.

‘走吧。’
Translation: Shall we go?

‘哈哈。走去我家啊？
Translation: Haha. To my place?

‘你想个美。跟我来。’
Translation: You wish. Follow me.

Since I didn’t live far, I decided to follow her as far as we would go on foot. After walking through a carpark to the next, we stopped in front of a family car which she unlocked.

‘你要陪我坐到我酒醒吗？’
Translation: Do you want to sit a while? At least till I sober up.

Eyeing the comfort of air-conditioning and the silence unlike anywhere else, I agreed and hopped into her car, taking a seat next to her in the back. While she put on some soft, classical music, I lowered my backrest and laid in bliss, savouring the coldness blowing over my skin.

Out of nowhere, she laid her head on my lap and curled herself up, bringing one of my hand to her shoulder.

‘Pat pat.’

My silly smile went unnoticed as she cosied up, accidentally exposing her bare bottom to me. We stayed in that position for just a few minutes before she rotated herself, to lie on her back. This time, her smoothly shaved groin was completely visible and I couldn’t find anywhere appropriate to continue patting.

Again, she held my hand and brushed it across her face, down her neck, thereafter ‘passing me’ to her other hand that stuck out of her (shirt) collar. I was immediately led to her bra, which I had construct mentally from feeling its thin, single layer, lace-design. In conclusion, it was really just a lace bralet she wore in place of a bra.

Her breasts size, one that I could cup within the entirety of my palm, closely resembled one of my exes. The next few minutes were spent in silence as I fondled her chest till her nipples were standing. She then tilted her chin (up) and with a pair of pleading eyes, whispered, ‘go lower’.

I obeyed and executed, right down to the afore-mentioned groin that was baby-smooth. And between those firm thighs, laid a moist, warm opening lined with sensitive, soft, raw flesh. The ‘little’ experience I had made it easy to locate her clit, that further widened her legs as I massaged gently.

(As she moaned) ‘You’re the first to be so.. ahhh.. gentle with me.. not even my boy.. boy.. haaa.. is.. don’t stop.. keep going.. you’re going to make me.. make me.. ahhh!’

Exasperated sighs filled up the car as she shivered to the ultimate pleasure, releasing a tiny gush of love from her pussy. The sudden tiredness that overwhelmed her put us both in a calm mood, ideal for digesting the events leading up to that point in time.

(She whispered wearily) ‘hey.. you want me to.. help you?’

‘Nope. It’s ok. I’m fine with this.’

And by ‘this’, I was referring to the aimless massage I was doing to her nipples. Without any acknowledgement, she sat upright and went on her knees, in reverse-doggystyle. She backed a few inches up to me, lowered her pussy over my dick, and simply laid her chest onto the seat.

I didn’t have to wonder ‘who’ would be doing the work once she started jerking her body back and forth, using the door on her side as support. In a way, although I was doing ‘zero’ work, she was doing the minimal.

In such a lazy and unique position, I was able to experience a level of stimulation unlike others, made possible by the upward-pointing, topside-focused (non)abrasive brushing of the downward-side of her vagina.

Soon, we could no longer ignore how loud we were, although it wasn’t permanent. When she had another orgasm, her pussy remained at a tightness that kept me on edge, shifting my dependency from ‘time’, to ‘sensation’.

With her vagina encapsulating me snuggly, I rocked my body along the seat and resumed the sex, pushing me closer and closer to the end that wasn’t overly-aggressive.

‘I’m gonna cum!’

She then swiftly grabbed my cock and pulled it away from her pussy, before turning around to keep stroking me. At that moment my upper-body rose from the slouching position, she aimed my cock upwards and squeezed a little harder, triggering an eruption of hot cum that spewed over her hand and down my balls.

Even her other hand, couldn’t contain the huge load that I blew into the air.

‘纸巾纸巾！在后面！’
Translation: Help me get tissues! At the back!

I reached for the box of tissue at the rear window, soaking up the slimy mess before any of it went into the seat. After a frantic clean up, the both of us couldn’t stop smiling at the result of our unexpected encounter.

That night, we parted ways without exchanging any contacts, but it didn’t require much ‘luck’ for us to bump into each other again, at the same coffee shop. Seated at different tables, my reluctance to assume a ‘second encounter’ was proven wrong when she invited me to her car, where we fucked even harder than before.

Thank god for the quality suspension. All that’s left is whether I would see her a third time.

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Short Times

(I muttered to ourselves) ‘seriously? when I am drunk?’

With all my might, I lifted my hips up so she could lower my jeans, just enough to expose my dick. A few kisses here and there went unrecipocated due to my exhaustion, but that didn’t stop her from climbing over my hips, thereafter pushing against my chest to raise herself upright.

For most part, I couldn’t feel any more physical contact beyond her lips (she kissed me on), and her hands she used to pick herself up. After jerking my disinterested cock sloppily for some time, the next thing I felt was the familiar softness of her pussy, that slipped right over the top.

The instance she let herself down onto my groin, I grabbed her ankles out of shock, for the smoothness of her descend. It was so slippery, warm, and bascially, soothing. I could barely see her silhouette, let alone her expression that I was most curious to see since she was presumably high as well.

That attempt to make out her face soon went away once she bounced harder and faster on top of me, stopping just at the tiniest contact of her ass. For one, she was much more agile and sober, especially at the way she controlled her pace. It was just at the right spot to milk my cock, but not overwhelm my senses. In short, it felt like a really slippery handjob in the comfort of her pussy.

All I could do was to squirm in weakness, as her pussy sucked the strength out of me. That ungodly rhythm, paired with the juicy, up-down motion, simply left me suspended in the state of euphoria-like bliss.

After an unknown amount of time, I sensed the urge building up inside me and that was when I called out to her, louder and louder till her ass fell completely onto my lap. At the back of my mind, I knew that it wasn’t her, but neither was she slowing or caring about the fact that I was about to cum inside her.

My hands, were pinned under hers as she rocked the fuck out of our genitals, almost squashing them to a pulp too many times in a row. Needless to say, there was only one place my seeds were going under her control – up, up, and into.

In her most vulnerable (weak) state and timing, the load I blew was so big that she could only hold onto the base of my shaft, in an attempt to control the flow into her climatic pussy. Not only were my balls and the area around it clear of any cum, her pussy did not let even a single drop go to waste when she got up.

When the lights finally came on, everyone was found inappropriately-dressed, fucking someone else besides their rightful partner in numerous positions.

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Third Wheeling

Standing in front of the hotel room like an uninvited guest, I sent the following message to assure Maeve of my arrival, ‘Ok. I’m standing outside now with my eyes closed.’ I heard the doorknob click and was promptly led inside, with more reminders not to peep. A blindfold was then fastened over my head, before being led further into the room.

Keeping still, my bag was taken, clothes removed a piece at a time until I was in my underwear. My hands were then placed on the bed, with instructions to ‘get in’. As suspicious as I was about her ploy, I definitely felt safe in her presence.

Like how our foreplay usually begins, she spread my legs and went between them, shortly after devouring my cock in her warm, hungry mouth. No matter how many times we have done it, I would always be weakened whenever she makes those long, slow strokes down my shaft, before pushing her lips together on the way up.

Every, single, descend would tip me over the edge just a little, suspending me in a pleasurable-desperate state for as many times she did that. There was also this trick, where she pumps my cock as she went down to it, that never fails to drive me into a mini frenzy until I had to beg her to stop. Either that, or I would be so incapacitated that only grunts and agonising groans would come out of my mouth.

The whole ordeal (with her mouth) lasted for a long time, that I guessed had passed in relative to my remaining sanity. My mind, body, and spirit was half drained by her appetite for my despair (of enjoyment).

In her cheeky tone, she asked, ‘are you ready for more?’, to which I could only feebly shake my head in denial of. As expected, the shutting of my legs were all the grace I was given to prepare for what would come next.

After she stepped over my hips, we interlocked fingers and I provided the support to balance her, as she lowered herself over my cock. I guessed it was only logical for our genitals to ‘miss’ since my cock was presumably, pointed horizontally. Needless to say, our next few attempts failed and it was time to let go of one of our hands.

Thinking that she was just playful when she gripped my hands tighter, I was about to ‘win’, when I felt a third hand hold my dick upright. Before I could react, a tight pussy had engulfed my cock in such heat and wetness, under a butt I didn’t recognise.

The struggle I put up next forced the woman on top to let one of my hands go, so she could focus on holding onto the other. As for that free hand, it found its way under her, Maeve’s pussy that was mysteriously, overly wet, again.

This person, on top of me, rode me as crazily as Maeve would, slamming her pelvic bone against mine to get the maximum thrust and depth from my cock. Gradually, my resistance was fucked out of me, channelling whatever left of my strength to control my urge.

There seem to exists a tendency to last ‘shorter’ when the foreplay was extremely mind-blowing.

In no time, or rather, given the double bombardment of ecstatic, sexual moans from both girls, I was at my wits end sooner than I wanted.

‘I’M CUMMING NOW! MAEVE!’

I immediately began breathing deeply for their contingency plan, except that nothing was happening. Maeve actually freed my hand and disappeared, for me to deliver the final warning to them.

Exactly a second from eruption, the pussy raised itself off me and a mouth took her place, making the familiar, deep-cave exploring journey down my cock for the white, hot lava to explode in her mouth. The ensuing, relentless sucking extracted everything I didn’t have, leaving me as limp as brainless I was for the next few minutes.

Lying lifeless in bed, Maeve helped herself to my non-responsive state, savouring sauce from the source while the third wheeler took a shower.

Some time later, once the girl left, Maeve took the blindfold off my eyes and we made sweet love in the darkness, going from furniture to furniture, pounding, riding each other in numerous positions. Besides the first load that went into her mouth, the rest was injected deeply into her vagina for storage, as dessert when she was ‘done’ with me.

‘Mmm’, she said after each slurp of her cum-covered fingers.

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Protein Shot

(She asked) ‘Can I ask you for a favour?’

‘Sure. What is it?’

(She continued) ‘Have you ever received a blowjob at a staircase?’

(I answered as casually as I could) ‘Umm.. I guess so?’

Looking at her wide, hopeful eyes even confused me further, considering that we were just neighbours, though for a long time. As often as we have seen each other, it wasn’t until a few weeks ago when I bumped into her while training for my upcoming IPPT. Soon, we established some form of routine to ask each other before either of us went for a run, not that her nor I were always willing (or available).

She didn’t wait any longer for my response and led me up a few more floors, where she impatiently backed me up into a wall. Any hesitation was soon gone once she put her forehead against my chest, massaging my groin with one hand over my shorts. Given how close we were, every breath of air I inhaled contained her heavenly scent, despite having ran over 3km.

In no time, my erection reached the length she could easily wrap her fingers around, after fishing it out of my underwear. The handjob, although done in a monotonous way, certainly felt good, but I couldn’t just get ‘in the mood’ with anyone jerking me off.

(She asked) ‘Are you cumming soon?’

‘No. Not yet. I don’t think I can cum that easily.’

(After some hesitation, she asked) ‘Are you clean?’

‘Apart from the sweat, I am.’

Unsure of what she was up to, she turned her back on me and lowered her shorts and panties. Standing with her feet shoulder-width apart, my cock went under her pussy, and felt her fingers on its tip. ‘Bumping’ me with her butt continuously, the soft, fleshy folds of her pussy, coupled with the light rubs on my dick head, worked wonders getting me as horny as I could be.

Just two minutes after that, she stopped abruptly and straightened her body onto my chest.

(She whispered) ‘Are you clean, drug and disease-free?’

‘Yes. Why do you ask? Are you?’

‘Uh huh. I am too.’

Suspiciously, she bent her chest forward far enough to get a firm grip of my shaft, directing it towards the overly-wet pussy that we have avoided from the start. Little effort was needed for her to slide me right in, to the depth of her vagina. As soon as I felt how tight she was, I simply grabbed her waist in fear.

For a second, we were stuck in that position, wondering who would be the one ‘doing the work’. Once I ‘walked’ the both of us to the railing where she used for support, our minds were simultaneously made up.

Her slim, skinny figure made it easy for me to hold her steady, while her firm, toned bum allowed me to bang her as hard as I wished without hurting. She was soon moaning and sighing with each thrust I delivered, reinvigorating our resting bodies.

As I felt the imminent end coming, I gradually slowed down to a stop, pulled her shorts up and put her hand over my cock again. I could almost see her delight when she quickly went down on her knees, and took my cock deep into her mouth.

Her back and forth movement was perfect to keep me edging, but it was the ‘end’ that we were both looking forward to. So, I held her head still and moved my hips instead, replicating the way I fucked her from behind. Not only did she not mind, she even stuck one hand back into her shorts to masturbate.

(I suddenly grunted) ‘I’m cumming.. now!’

Her lips slid right down my shaft, all the way to where my trimmed pubes were. The tip of my cock, which I believe was in her throat, proceeded to spew hot, thick cum right into her belly. That ejaculation was so satisfying in the way it emptied my soul, mind, and body at once.

As the quantity dwindled, she took me out and sucked on it carefully for every last drop, until I crumbled onto the ground. All she did next was giggle, and licked her teeth clean with her tongue. Before I put my shorts on, she stole one last kiss and cleaned it of any remains.

(She gleefully said) ‘You will sleep well tonight!’

(I asked in return) ‘Wouldn’t you?’

‘I will too! That’s my protein shake.’

We then parted ways on the floor we lived on, and I received a knock on my door a second after I closed it. Her younger sister, standing outside the gate, confused me with her worried look.

(Younger sister whispered) ‘Can I have your number too? I want to jog with you also.’

With that, the frequency of my jogs went from ‘2-3 times a week’, to ‘daily’, where the post-exercise exercise kept my sexual health at its peak.