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Piano in the Back

In the back, calm, soothing piano music was playing, but did little to ease the jitters she felt. With nothing more than a ribbon-topped, rubber band, to hold her hair in a high ponytail, the man lying on the bed had his arms spread out, erection standing taller than any one she had ever laid eyes on.

Still, she had a job to do, and the consequences of not holding up her end of the deal, would prove too much for her little head to imagine.

In a jittery manner, she crawled onto the bed, towards him, careful not to press onto any parts of his legs, for fear of causing discomfort. It was his serenity, that scared her the most.

As gracefully as she could, she put a hand around his cock and tugged gently on it, in an up-down motion he let off a sigh to. Seeing how his chest rose and fell, she settled on a tempo, albeit with a very loose grip. Placed comfortably on her knees, she bent her chest forward and gave the tip of his manhood a thorough coat of her saliva, an act that roused him to open his eyes for a peek.

Thankfully, her eyes managed to leave him a hint of the smile she would have given, if not for her lips that parted around his little head. Using the saliva that gradually gathered in her jaws, her head began its descend on his shaft, going as deep as she could, about halfway, before backing up.

A long, liberating groan urged her to go deeper, which she pushed herself for, on the next available moment of readiness. Within the first few minutes, she was taking him almost three-quarter way down, where the last two inches were getting massaged by her index and middle fingers wrapped from under.

In the extreme angle her back was arched, she felt the ache building up at her belly, though not for long, after she came face-to-face with a pipe much thicker and longer than before. Since there were no clothes present on them, she proceeded to crawl over his chest, until she could feel his cock perched perpendicular to her pussy.

What followed was a daring attempt to grind her pussy along his shaft, to replace some of her fears with pleasure, floating right through her body into her head. For one, her bodily secretion was silky despite the minute amount, and his smile made it clear that he could sense it.

It didn’t take long before she leaned forward to put the tip right outside her pussy, and then guiding him into her warm, narrow vagina he sheepishly grunted at while she sat over it. Given how tight she was at that moment, it was a smart move to stay still for a while, to experience the unsettling, vigorous throbbing of his cock.

The next part consisted of straightening her body upright over his, for the unhurried, bouncing consummation of his cock by her leaky pussy. Their bodies had touched so minimally that he seemed like a dildo, except that it was an expandable, extendable appendage she was fucking.

No words were exchanged when he held both her hands, and put it over his abdomen, giving her an ‘ok’ signal to go a little wilder. Of course, she was more than happy to oblige. Her hips went from the up-down strokes to a back-forth grind on his groin, going so fast at times that she would cramp up in her abs.

That man nonchalantly picked himself up as she rode him, placing his chest against her sweaty one so he could hug her. All activities came to a halt as soon as he brought the both of them to the end of the bed, then to the balcony she had no idea had a pool outside with the curtains tightly drawn.

Down the steps he went with her in his arms, until he was able to place her on the deck, while he was waist-deep, just at the height his cock would not be hindered by the water.

His turn came next to thrust his cock in and out of her pussy, sloshing water as he impaled her deeply. Electrifying jolts shocked her mind repeatedly until she came, to which he kept up with the same rhythmic, deep jabs for her eyes to roll white.

In the euphoric, trance-like state, her body got caught in a loop of never-ending orgasms. As for him, he was moaning louder and louder, to the fact that she was getting tighter with each climax. The crazy-but-beautiful sex came and went away at the point he was about to cum, fully aware that they were doing it unprotected.

Just as he slid his cock out of her, she pushed herself over the edge and dropped into the pool, ass landing at the steps where just her head was exposed. She seamlessly took his cock into her mouth and shoved her face at him, taking him all the way down her throat where her gag-reflex took over the milking of his cock.

It was at that very point in time when she took a quick glance at his facial expression, to understand that he felt bad for enjoying himself at her expense. That alone made her worked harder, even using her hands to fondle his testicles as she mouth-fucked him.

Once long, deep groans were heard coming from him, she felt him thicken in her mouth. It was the last few seconds before he would release huge amount of cum into her face, for her to skilfully contain or ingest without so much a flinch of disgust.

The ensuing looks of disbelief in both their eyes confirmed their shock at how much cock was in her when he pulled away. Like the professional she was, she let none of his liquid life go into the chlorinated pool.

He slumped onto the deck as soon as they were done, but she was already going for a lap in her bathing suit. After what she had done for him, and how he reacted to her favours, it loosened things up enough for them to have room service supper in the nude.

It was magic when they exploded all over each other after the meal, fucking from the bed, to the bathroom where they brushed their teeth, then back to the bed, going at it until they fell asleep. The first thing they did when they woke up was to have sex again, repeating the bed-to-bathroom-to-bed cycle again.

There was no mistake when they left the hotel with her glowing full of sex, and him with sunken, strength-depleted eyes.

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Nymph

‘Here you go. Goodnight stranger.’

(In her sleepy voice) ‘Aren’t you sleeping?’

‘Once I am done with work. Just a little more to go.’

With that, I went to the desk where my laptop sat, to finish up the last bit of work so my Sunday would be freed. For starters, the night that I have envisioned went pretty much according to plan; phone set in airplane mode, a few pints of beer over an hour of people-watching, and a pleasant surprise that I totally didn’t mind.

Once I was done with my work, I joined her in bed, a stranger whom I shared a GRABCar with, and asked if she could crash at my place. Barely before I made myself comfortable, she had rolled over to my side and hugged me in her arms, coming into a distance I wasn’t too sure of.

(She asked) ‘How are you still smelling so nice?’

‘Could it be the shower I just took?’

‘Ahh.. so.. this.. must be clean.’

Her hand had made its way down my belly and into the pair of boxers I wore for sleep, gently kneading it between her fingers for the inevitable sign. It wasn’t until I helped her up to my room did I notice her petite, slim figure tastefully wrapped in a strapless, short white dress. As for her bosoms, I would say, they were around 32 or 34Bs, the proportionate size to make most clothes look good.

I put a hand around her back and unzipped her dress, to further feel the absence of a bra, as well as any underwear. That, was a surprise I totally didn’t expect. When I finally laid my hand on her pussy, she was already wet to the core, from outside, to the deepest spot where my fingers could touch.

(She whispered) ‘Have you ever done this?’

‘Sex? Yes. But never during my staycation.’

‘Why?’

‘Because I don’t want to be interrupted, no matter if I was doing anything.’

‘Well, you are doing something now.. and I am going to interrupt.’

A cheeky grin stretched across her face and then disappeared under the sheets, for a mind-blowing, much missed introduction into a wet, warm orifice. She took things really slowly, in the sense that she firstly used her tongue, to thoroughly coat the whole shaft, all six inches of it, with her saliva. Her lips then came next, to playfully suck on the tip as she used the tip of her tongue to tickle it, until a groan escaped my mouth.

The ensuing, sudden descend of her mouth, down my manhood completely relieved me of any worldly issues, replacing them with bliss. From then on, there was no stopping of my moans, which at times, came out forced when she buried her face in my groin, or sighed, during the times she relaxed her lips as she went up and down at just the middle part of my cock.

I swear, I would have let her continued if she didn’t speed up so abruptly, nudging me over the limit within seconds. Very swiftly, I guided her back into bed and split those toned calves, before lining my face up with her pussy. Still leaking of sex, I cupped the discreet mound of her pussy and ran my tongue upward, focusing on her clit for seconds on end.

Sooner than I had expected, her body began arching at her abdomen, rising and falling as I spelled the alphabets at her pearly desires of lust. Unlike me, she cried out for me to stop within a few minutes, face displaying the tell-tale signs of desperation and euphoria.

(I asked) ‘Ready?’

‘Ready.. ‘

Just as I was pinpointing the ‘gateway to heaven’, she slipped her hands behind both her knees and raised them to her chest, exposing her soft, slippery entrance for my visual pleasure. Once the fleshy tip of my cock was docked, the rest of the trip was a slow, long and agonising one, that lasted way too long for her patience.

Contrary to my expectation, she actually let me stay inside her for as long as I wished. We were both just stuck in that position motionless, all the while gasping for air, letting our eyelids flutter to the random twitches our genitals felt, it was definitely an experience none of us would forget.

(I asked) ‘Ready?’

‘Uh huh.’

She replied in a trembling tone as I pried her knees apart, still raised as high up to her shoulders as they could reach. Like a locomotive, I began thrusting at low speed, gradually going faster as her calves swung on their own. It has never crossed my mind that we would be kissing as we fucked, making no more noises than what coupulating persons should. Most of the sounds were the slapping of my balls against her pussy, some queefing, and the unavoidable, sexy juicy slurps.

The one thing that caught us off guard was the consensual decision to change position, despite us not saying even a word of it. We seamlessly switched to doggystyle and the pounding resumed, though much harder than before. From time to time, she would turn her head back so we could make out, without breaking contact at all.

Once we crossed the threshold of our ‘niceness’, it was all but crazy when I slammed my hips against her firm ass, ramming as deeply as I could. It was then her orgasms came one after another, wearing her out in mere minutes compared to how long I have been inside of her.

Needless to say, I was at the end of my demise as well, counting down to the seconds before I would explode.

(I called out) ‘Cumming! I’m cumming!’

(She screamed) ‘OH YES! GIVE IT TO ME! ALL OF IT!’

Just as I was listening to my body’s call to slow down, she jerked her body backward and pushed that one button, forcing me to go berserk during the whole time I creampied her. I just went on and on, hammering her pussy until the contractions stopped, to pull out a still-erect penis.

Somehow, she had the strength to turn around for my dick, put it into her mouth, and sucked it for all that was worth. It wasn’t until I collapsed into bed did she finally stop, to cuddle in my arms while we fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up to soft moans, coming from the sofa she was masturbating at. Once she saw me, there was nothing I needed to do except to fall back into bed, while she milked my morning wood with her pussy.

What could be better than waking up to the moans of a nypmhomanic vixen, and then morning sex to start a Sunday off?

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Quick Draw

Like everyday after work, I took a shortcut through the carpark to get to the main road where taxis would be abundant. However, just as I walked past a pillar, a lady’s scream came tearing through the ominous silence. Out of shock, I turned towards the voice and saw a teenage lying on her back on the carpark ground, dress pulled all the way above her bra, along with a guy no older than her, in a cumbersome pair of jeans he tried to scramble in.

(Guy called out) ‘WAIT! WAIT!’

Of course, I froze in my steps, unsure if it was fear or stupidity that stopped me. Within a few seconds, he was in front of me, looking worried and hesitant.

(I asked) ‘Yes?’

‘Do you want to fuck her?’

‘Umm.. No? I will just continue.. ‘

(He shouted) ‘DEAR! (whispering loudly) he wants to fuck you. (turning to me) just go.’

He didn’t wait for me to react and dragged me over to her, where she then sat upright to undo my pants. Like him, my jeans hung awkwardly at my thighs while she grabbed my disinterested cock in her hand, licking it like a Chupa Chups. Naturally, it grew to a more presentable length and she went on to suck on it diligently, giving me a treat equivalent to a male porn star. It was as though, I had asked for it or else they would be in trouble.

Once it was hard, she got on her feet and bent over, using my moment of contemplation to rub herself wet.

‘Mister.. are you going to put it in?’

‘No. You are going to put it in.’

I took a step closer to her rear so she could reach below for my cock, which was surprisingly so eager. In a second, I was tucked into her soft, tight vagina that was wet like a waterfall. At that stage, what more, or less could I do? I gripped her waist firmly and ignited my engine, thrusting forcefully into that horny little girl.

Not only did fluids start to trickle down my balls, droplets were also splashing onto the ground under our genitals.

(She yelped) ‘Baby!’

(Guy asked worried) ‘Yes? What’s wrong?’

(She moaned) ‘He is so.. so big inside me! I’m going to.. going to.. AHHHHH!’

As much as she tried to take on the powerful orgasm, she ultimately failed when she crashed onto the ground helplessly. Instead of being grateful for our concern, she pushed her boyfriend aside and yanked me onto my knees, impatiently replacing my cock into her pussy.

Now on our fours, I hammered the lights out of her and made moan like crazy. Pounding hard against her ass, the glimpses I caught of our interconnected privates showed me how close I was to turning her inside out. That firm grip of her pussy around the girth of my cock, it felt easier than it looked to slide in and out of her.

(She screamed) ‘FUAAAAAAA.. NGHHH!’

Her body abruptly fell forward and laid flat on the ground, trembles gradually growing, until a pool of liquid gushed out from under.

(I said) ‘Okay. I’m done here. Get her home safe.. ‘

(She pleaded) ‘Don’t go! Please! I’m ok now. I’m ok.’

In hell would I expect her to hold me like drugs to an addict. In the struggle for freedom, she spouted nonsense like how she would be my sex slave, give me sex anywhere and anytime, even to the point she berated her boyfriend.

For your information, I do not possess a mystical cock of godly length. It’s just six inches, or slightly under. That said, I did wonder, if he was THAT small.

Needless to say, her boyfriend took off disappointed, leaving me with that sex-crazed woman. To appease her, I resumed fucking her in doggy style still I came, inside her. Once the deed was done, we hopped into a cab I insisted would drop her off first, but guess who got off at her place?

The both of us.

We ended up continuing our tryst at her place until daybreak, when exhaustion finally caught up with us. I think it would be easier to say, that I didn’t get to see my cock much, with it being inside her most of the time.

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House Call

‘Can you help me take off my shorts first? I won’t be able to do it myself later.’

Very slowly, I pulled her yoga shorts down her thighs, passing each bruise under carefully so as not to worsen them. A task that usually takes no more than a few seconds turned into a minute long procedure, which none of us could be more happy once they were off.

Her choice of underwear, a narrow, thin thong, didn’t look that bad on her either.

‘EH! DOCTOR!’

‘Okok. Relax.’

I disinfected her wounds and applied the blue (iodine) solution we were all familiar with, over the cuts, enduring her tight, painful grasp on my arms as each one was tended to. By the time I was done with the last, and biggest bruise near her inner thigh, did I realised that she wasn’t holding onto me anymore.

‘Are you always this gentle with girls?’

‘No? Just you.’

‘Yeah right!’

As I packed the biohazard waste and medicine up, I was puzzled by how close she was watching me. When I was done with that, she asked me to carry her to the bed, and stay for a while longer.

‘You think you can clean me up with the wet wipes?’

‘You need to pay extra for this you know?’

I did as asked, without a reason to suspect her logical request. It just seemed like that was something I would ask a friend, rather than my family, to do as well.

Patting her down everywhere I made explicit requests to (access), she was down to nothing before we knew it.

‘What do you wear to sleep? Do you have an oversized shirt?’

‘I usually sleep naked.’

‘You know, those clothes hanging there don’t lie.’

Like me, she had a pair of loose-fitting shorts bunched up at the foot of her bed, obviously worn only for sleep.

‘Stop exposing me la. Can you wipe yourself too? You are going to dirty my bed.’

‘Do you even still have anything to expose? I can always leave my sweat on your bed for you to smell in case you miss me.’

Nonetheless, I cleaned myself up and let her pull me into bed, scurrying under the blanket she so quickly threw over us. In close proximity to such an athletic, able-bodied girl, combined with the kisses she covered my neck with, we quickly got sucked into the passionate-kissing mood, smelling like freshly-showered babies (scent of wet wipes).

(She whispered) ‘You can take the pain away.’

‘With Panadol?’

‘Fuck you la! With THIS!’

In a flash, her fingers were around my dick, stroking up and down so impatiently that it hurt. I too, in an attempt to ‘catch up’, cupped her pussy with my palm and let those fingers did the work, around her clit she so easily succumbed to. Not before long, we were masturbating each other while making noises her worried mum could not suspect otherwise, that her daughter’s ‘doctor’ was indeed, providing top-notch treatment.

(I asked) ‘Do you have a condom?’

‘No. But I’m on the pill. Does that help?’

‘Sigh No.’

She couldn’t look any more cuter when she kicked the sheets away, and tucked her elbows and knees in, bringing all my attention to the fair, perfect-looking mould of her pussy. Giving her the benefit of doubt, I pushed the tip of my cock in and let my hips did the rest of the work, blowing our minds away as inches after inches disappeared into her dark, moist cave.

(She whispered) ‘you are tearing me apart on the inside.. ‘

(I whispered) ‘you don’t make it any easier too. You are squeezing me to death there.’

Her delighted giggling was cut short once I began moving, slamming downward onto her vagina like a pile driver. As there were a few cuts on her forearms, I had to hold her hands over her head when she tried to push me away, to which made her even wetter.

Unable to stop the unmistakable, slurping noises while my cock was plowing her pussy, I had to go fast, like really fast. Within a few minutes of the speed bump, she climaxed so hard that I lost control seconds later, delivering the last blow so deep inside before I let my divers loose.

I wondered, how much did I actually poured into her to have made her smile so silly, and satisfied that she wouldn’t stop kissing all over my neck.

‘Can I take it out now?’

‘Yes. But very slowly.’

I raised my hips to let it slip out naturally, and got shoved aside so she could sit upright. From where I was ‘chucked’, I watched in disbelief as she blocked the entrance of her vagina with fingers, fail to keep ‘me’ inside, started licking the escapees off her fingers, and kept going back for more.

In the end, she touched herself so many times she simply rubbed herself to another orgasm, throwing dirty glances at me throughout it all.

‘MMM!’

‘Healthy?’

‘More like fresh and yummy.’

Feeling like a used dildo, I put my clothes back on and exchanged numbers as she suggested, so she could arrange a ‘follow up’ of her injuries. Wearing just a thin piece of white, off-shoulder shirt, she showed me out of her bedroom door, and waved as I left her place.

Somehow, her mum was gleaming the whole time, as if she knew what happened in the room.

‘Young man, you can come over whenever you are free k?’

A part of me couldn’t wait to get out of there, and another part says I should check on her the next day.

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Rainy-day Sex

Just as I stepped out of my house to buy lunch, the sight of a girl seated right outside my door immediately caught my attention. From the back, I could tell that she was drenched, and the fact that rainwater was actually flowing down those steps worried me.

I instantly went back into my house and fetched her a towel, before I alerted her to my gesture. The rain on that day was so heavy that we could barely hear each other, but I was just mostly glad that she took my intentions well.

With the towel in her hand, she turned away from me and gave me a scare when she took her t-shirt off, along with her black bra before wrapping herself up. I was left flabbergasted at her bravery which was totally logical.

‘Do you want to come inside?’

‘No I’m fine. I’ll hang on to this for a while if you don’t mind.’

‘Not at all. I have a hoodie I don’t use anymore. Wait.. ‘

I left her to dry herself and brought out a grey jacket I no longer wore, lighting up her face as soon as she saw it. Like the respectable woman she is, she put it on before taking off the towel, but that wasn’t all.

Her denim shorts came off after that, along with her panties that I was too slow to notice the colour of. She promptly dried her legs down and stood in the corner furthest from the staircase waterfall.

Being dry and (feeling) cool, it didn’t take her long to start shivering violently, despite her assurance that she was feeling much better. As the weather got even scarier, spots of darker grey was appearing on the jacket.

I didn’t want to argue with her any more and simply went to stand in front of her, to shield her from the tiny splashes I could sense on my back. Her expression was already telling me how bad she felt about her insistence to stay outdoor.

(She said) ‘Haha.. ha. You’reeee.. shiverrriing as well.. ‘

‘Duhh uhh.. ‘

A smile broke across her face and she pulled me into her corner, enveloping her in warmth as our bodies touched.

(She said while shivering) ‘WHY ARE YOU SO WARM! URGHH.. ‘

True enough, my hands were very warm compared to hers, and she didn’t waste anytime to unzip the jacket to put my hands around her belly. In return, she placed her cold hands under my shirt and around my back, draining me of heat in four places at once.

(She said) ‘It’s stilllll.. too cold.. You’re not helppp-ping.. ‘

‘Well.. what else.. else can I dooooo?’

Her hands ended up running all over my chest and around my belly, until her fingers poked into my shorts where I had skipped wearing anything under since I was just going across the road.

She didn’t stop advancing until she reached that dangerous ‘area’, which I responded appropriately by grabbing her waist hard.

‘It’s sooo… warm there.. ‘

‘Arghh.. be.. try to be.. gentle.. ‘

Very slowly, her icy cold fingers went around my shaft and I sank into the turned-on-but-also-off mood. The way she switched hands to get warmth didn’t help at all, or it might have if you are just measuring heat production.

While she was busy sighing and moaning to the comfort (of heat), I stuck one hand between her legs and leaned harder against her when she jumped back in shock. Still smiling but slyly, she let me ‘in’ by gradually relaxing her thighs.

It took me even less time to get her all hot and panting compared to the work she had to do to get me hard (and hot) in a very small area. Wetness then flowed down her legs in what I’d described as the sexiest encounter, where two people came so close because of mother nature.

‘Is it the rain or am I that wet?’

‘It’s the rain.’

‘Ya right!’

I didn’t stop her when she pushed my shorts lower, likely done to ease the awkward position her arms were twisted in – only if that was the plan. She did a little hop to wrap her arms around my neck, and let her pussy hovered right above my cock.

The sudden increase in weight caused me to tilt forward to put her up against the wall, and caused her grip to slip when her head hit the wall. Guess where the tip of my cock went?

(I worriedly asked) ‘Shit.. did I go too far?’

(She smiled in consensus)‘Might as well right?’

My hands found a firm spot on her ass to hold and she relaxed her arms as I bore most of her weight, till my cock was snuggly in her pussy. The rest was history as I slammed my cock in and out of her, raising temperatures beyond necessary to stay alive.

She was free to moan under the cover of the splattering rain, and I was helpless to the instinctive thrusts my hips were making. We fucked so hard and fast that she came within minutes, and worsened everything by leaking, generously from under.

Her moans grew louder as my orgasm tipped past the point-of-no-return, unleashing the ferocious strokes that would roll her eyes white. Unlike other times when that happened, I didn’t cum as quickly as I thought I would.

My body just took over control to hammer her till my knees weakened, mind-blown (a few times), lungs collapsed, and cock bloated.

(I whispered loudly) ‘I’m cumming! Down! down!’

The sensible girl landed on her feet and replaced her sweet, warm hole with her hand, jerking and pumping to my shamefully weak facial expressions.

Ten seconds was all it took her to make me spray warm fluids over her belly, groin and thighs. The more she tried to wipe it off with her hands, the bigger the area she smeared it over. It wasn’t until I used her panties, that she gave me that angry-but-impressed look.

‘Now I have to go to your place to clean up.’

‘Fair enough.’

We went for round two in the steamy shower to celebrate her smart decision, and then another round at the sink when we dried each other while shivering, and then found four in the my air-con-less room that felt as cold as the stairs we met on.

At the end of the day, we both agreed that it was more than attraction that gave us that much stamina to go for so many rounds, and that we should meet again to find out why.

Well, the one thing she kept me thinking about was the fact that, she just lived two floors up.

Was it just a conspiracy?!