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Essential Services

‘Are we heading back now?’

‘Yeah. Just let me use the toilet first.’

After doing a grocery run at one of the 24-hour supermarket, we made our way to a toilet on one of the top-most floors, where shops have been closed for at least two weeks now. I was about to whip my phone out to play some games when Maeve suddenly dragged me into the handicap cubicle, and pushed me up against a wall with my hands full of shopping bags.

She then recklessly pulled my running shorts down and began sucking on my dumbstruck of a cock, which couldn’t wait to get some attention. Unwilling to put any of the food on the ground, I just held onto the bags tightly as she bedazzled me, in long, swift strokes down my shaft. In little time, I was as hard and as veiny as I could be, appearing way more swollen than normal days.

Still, she went at it with overdue enthusiasm, hitting on all my buttons until my knees were weak. I was brought to the sink next, where she quickly bent over and stuck one hand under her groin. After teasing her own clit with the tip of my cock, I was soon led into the warmth of her juicy, wet pussy.

Being one of the few times she was that ready for me, I only had one motion to repeat, while she complimented my efforts with some rubbing of her own. Sustaining a steady rhythm on that cock penetrating her deeply but gracefully, I was both thankful for the slight desensitisation from her overbearing tightness, and her unexpected vigour that allowed us to do this at this place.

The rest of my ‘ride’ was more or less automatic, mostly plunging my rod into her choked pipes until I was ready to blow.

(I whispered) ‘I’m about to cum soon love.. I’ll cum.. inside of you k?’

(She moaned) ‘uh huh.. I would love.. love that.. ‘

Keeping a paced, swift momentum, I let my body loose and let my cum disembarked at their own course. which could be described as ‘strongly’, ‘violently’, and ‘satisfyingly’. Each powerful spurts were delivered into her vagina without a drop wasted, though our latter detachment let some out onto her thighs.

One of Maeve’s hand then appeared from between her parted legs, and signalled for my cock to let her hold him for a bit longer, right under her cream-filled pie. While it seemed to be a ‘show of affectionate’, her (un)subtle plot was quickly exposed when she ‘drizzled’ the man-made mayo over my hotdog.

I no longer had to guess what her plan was once she went down on her knees, and took that generously-coated cock straight into her mouth. Slurping, licking and sucking me dry, I was once again tested at my (knee) joints with her voracious display of devotion. It appeared, that that particular chain of event invoked a certain bodily-response on my part, in a sense, sustained an erection that should have otherwise subsided.

In an instant, I was all over her again, having strewn the pesky bags in the dried-up sink to free my hands up. I didn’t hesitate to put her on the (closed) toilet bowl this time, and grabbed onto her knees to let myself into her sacred feminine. Igniting my long-dormant engines, I hammered my hips away at her, in the seated, face-to-face position we could kiss in. Over time, she involved her fingers on her clit as well and it unleashed a wilder beast in me, solely driven by the struggle to overcome her insane tightness with raw hardness.

As meaningful as that ‘fight’ was, there was no way I would ‘win’ her formidable baby-maker, nor do I want to go home with blue-balls. After five minutes or so, I admitted my own demise and braced us for the incoming eruption. Happening as gloriously as the initial explosion, I held nothing back as my cock sprayed mindlessly in the safety of her womanhood, perfectly containing my seeds as I quivered and writhed.

That ensuing smile on her face, made all the risk-taking, exhaustion, and cleaning worthwhile. Once we tidied up everything, we left the mall and went on our separate ways home. What could be better than waking up to a short clip, of her fingering a soft, pinkish orifice with creamy-thick goodness oozing out of it?

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In Plain Sight

(Text message) ‘We’re entering the hall now.’

Walking closely behind them, I couldn’t help but gloat when I saw how he tried to peek into Maeve’s low-cut, loose-fitting blouse that barely covered her voluptuous cups. As jealous as I was aroused when she was so ‘outgoing’ with him, nothing much really happened between the time they bought their move tickets, till the time they found their seats in the theatre.

Sitting just two rows behind them, I had my eyes on Maeve who was snuggling and cozying up to him, before fidgeting in an unmistakable manner. Illuminated by what little light was bouncing off screen, I was more engrossed in how often she was planting kisses on his cheeks, and twitching erratically. When her knees finally came into view, I knew that he had placed his hand, between someplace I had been in.

Slowly, her head began to slid off his shoulder, and disappeared for a brief moment. While it was difficult to make anything out in that kind of dimness, I had his slanting head movements to ‘tell me how well she did’. After some time, one side of her blouse came off her shoulder and I had a vivid imagination to fill in his part of the ‘action’, presumably taking place in front of one or both of her breasts.

Once they had ‘enough’, nothing much happened for the rest of the show, and the end of it marked the beginning of another mystery. Following them at a distance (out of the theatre), I was in constant delight at how he couldn’t keep his hands off her, and Maeve was more than happy to let him have his way.

I couldn’t help but be extremely thrilled, and aroused when Maeve led him into a stairwell, as if something was about to happen. Since I was meant to be ‘invisible’, I had to move slower than I wanted, through the heavy, creaky door and down the steps where I could see what he was up to.

When I finally ‘caught up’ with them (from above), Maeve’s position against a wall, with his back turned to me, allowed us to exchange an assuring gaze, that sort of set her off for something bigger. Within seconds, he was groaning as she was trembling, to each others’ hands that I couldn’t see from my vantage point. I knew she had finally ‘let go’ when she began fumbling with his belt, stripping his bottoms so quickly off that I got momentarily worried for them.

In a blink of an eye, Maeve was already on her knees, head bobbing back and forth at the groin of a man, whom could barely maintain his balance. I was increasingly getting worked up from her dominance when he suddenly jumped away from her, before a few loud splatter echoed throughout the enclosed stairwell. Following that unexpected ‘interruption’, I could hear him apologising continuously while he tried to gather his pants.

Just when I thought the whole ‘deal’ was over, Maeve actually coddled with him, and comforted him like how she would calm a lost, little boy down.

After a few minutes, she was back at her game, pumping and jerking at his groin as he remained shamefully silent. It wasn’t after more time had passed when he got into the mood again, this time keeping his hand busy at her pussy. Soon, it was her turn to remove her tights and I was just relieved to see how that blouse was long enough to cover her vital part, if someone ever walked in on them.

It was only a matter of time, that he would want something out of the ‘effort’ he put in, through those fingers he kept removing to see how ‘wet’ she was. It was about then when Maeve set him off with a whisper in his ears, that sent him rummaging through his crumpled jeans – for a condom. Putting it on in record time, I could tell how amused Maeve was when he stood awkwardly-still in front of her, before she even moved an inch.

(Softly asking) ‘how do you want me?’

(Replying softly) ‘you choose?’

To that, Maeve simply opened her legs and he went seamlessly onto his knees, one step below where she laid. In mere seconds, he slipped his rubberised cock into her and she ‘helped me’ by looping her hands around his neck, to keep his eyes on her while she stared mesmerised at me. Since he was more than happy to do all the work, Maeve only had to moan, however genuinely, ‘at me’ for him to hear.

Some time into the ‘effortless’, stairway romp, Maeve decided to ‘give’ a little back by rubbing herself, to expectedly turn him on even more with a tighter pussy.

(Muffled cry) ‘i’m cumming.. inside you!’

As far as I know, he was going to cum in a condom, and none of us was worried about where else he could cum. Within a minute, his hips buckled and the following few thrusts devoided him of any guilt, or shame for that matter. Once he was done, he pulled carelessly out of her and relieved himself of that cum-catcher, clearly uninterested in any after-sex affection.

From that moment on, I was just listening to his one-sided, evasive speech, mainly to excuse himself from a casual cum-dump. After the dick-and-dasher left, Maeve came up to me and bent right over, the handrails for me to doggy her raw.

How else, could I reward my brave little girl besides filling her pussy full of my cum, and then be treated to a front-row seat to watch her clean me up with her loving mouth. As the last few shops in the mall locked their doors, we found ourselves exploring one of the ‘family rooms’ we had never stepped foot in.

What else would you expect, from two, sexed-up adults in a baby room, if they didn’t attempt to make a baby in there? In my defense, I think it was hot of her to suggest a quickie at the one-way, emergency exit, which was our only way out of the building. That tiny, glass window I banged her against, just made things a whole lot more exhilarating.

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Guilt Undone

‘Hey umm.. can you come in for a while? I think I need your help.’

‘Sureee but.. are you sure?’

‘Yesss.. just come.. ‘

At her last sentence, she just grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the handicap toilet she had spent the last few minutes in, and caught me rightfully off guard with her bottom half naked. Maintaining a firm grip on my arm, she didn’t let go until she was seated on the toilet (lid down), and me standing right in front of her. I was still cluelessly waiting for some description of the ‘help’ she needed when I realised what she was after, once she started fidgeting with my pants.

Needless to say, I was very hesitant to give in to her since it was the first time we met, but she was definitely not shy about touching herself in front of me. After some back-and-forth words of reassurance, I let myself go and helped her with that finicky belt on me. Once she broke my cock out of its little cotton pouch, it was all show and no tell with her small, nimble hands. Somehow, she managed to impress me with the perfect rhythm of jerking me off, and fingering herself, that I couldn’t react fast enough when she shoved me into her little mouth.

Within seconds, I was tipping back and forth from the high she delivered through my loin, sucking and slurping as hungrily one could on an inedible man-part. I too, wasn’t just going to let her do all the work and went to her side, sliding one hand over her pussy while she ate me out. For me, it was all about clit-play and she was more than happy with (just) that, rewarding my efforts with deep throats I wouldn’t impose on any partners.

After she was wet beyond satisfaction, and I was hard beyond comprehension, she got up and brought us both to the sink, where my fat, wide body seemed too mature for her disproportionate age-to-body ratio. It didn’t take her much to convince me to proceed, with sliding my engorged manhood into her slippery cunt – without protection.

While the ‘entry’ was a little worrying, the ‘docking’ wasn’t. In little time, I had split her vagina wide enough to accommodate me, and then deep enough to knock the wind out of her. Holding onto that unbelievably-thin waist of hers, she felt like a ragdoll, with a sexual appetite that I didn’t know if I could please. Wordless, I just humped her as hard, and as fast as I could, often losing control of my overrated stamina. Every once in a while, I had to pause, for that achey, over-stimulated cock to settle down before I could go again.

As for her, she had a fingers to keep her mood up, uncaring if she had gotten too tight for me to handle. Soon, I found a sweet spot and a manageable tempo, to expend the last of my energy into. Keeping a loose, but swift rhythm, she no longer needed the assistance of her fingers. For a brief moment, we became one being, hips moving in sync to the most terrifying buildup ever.

‘I’m gonna cum.. ‘

There was no way I could say that without slowing down, and for a good reason too. I came to a complete stop before she pulled me slowly out of her, and led me back to the toilet where everything began. This time however, it was me who was seated on the ‘throne’, and be further surprised by her boldness to ride an unexploded cock.

‘I will stand up in time, trust me.’

Uttering those very (last) words as she lowered herself over my cock again, I was somehow convinced by her confidence in executing that one, single move. There was nothing more I could do except to brace myself, and cope with the danger of impregnating her, while repeating the warning cry under my breath.

‘OK! NOW NOW NOW!’

And lo and behold, not only did she keep sliding that soft, wet hole down my pipe, she even ‘squeezed’ a little on her way up and down. Unprepared to ‘push her away’, my dick did the one thing it has always wanted to – cum huge loads into a pussy.

Unable to ‘take back my cum’, I vividly remembered how I felt so defeated, that I could no longer care about the overflowing cum that dripped loudly onto the floor. When I finally saw her moving again, it was so she could use my fluids, to lubricate her fingertips as she rubbed herself off once more.

By the time she dismounted my member, I was wholly consumed by guilt, more than any consequences that could stem from a creampie. Sensing my unnerving silence, she caught my face between her palms and gave me a kiss, and revealed her secret that replaced my disappointment with fear.

‘I haven’t gotten my period yet. So don’t worry ya?’

It was then, I knew I had other things to worry about.

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Four-teen Circumstances

(Female voice) ‘Umm. Hi! Jaden?’

‘Yeah.. Sin Yee?’

‘Yupp!’

As happy as he was to see an actual girl showing up instead of some catfish, Jaden was particularly concerned about how ‘young’ she looked. Dressed in a puffy, white, spaghetti-strap dress that couldn’t ecentuate her small-ish breasts, Sin Yee was, underaged at the very least.

(Jaden asked) ‘Are you eighteen yet?’

‘Mmm.. Seventeen! Is that OK?’

Although he didn’t quite believed her answer, he didn’t spend too much time worrying about that once she slipped her arms under his, leading him into the mall where they were going to catch a movie. After getting a box of popcorn to share, they entered the theatre and sat near the wall, wasting no time to make themselves comfortable as the show began.

Watching closely as she perched her feet onto the seat to escape the cold ground, he was treated to the rare sight of a ‘live’ upskirt event, even if she was too young for comfort. As the movie progressed, they became more flirtatious, from feeding each other popcorns to fingers, and holding hands to guiding hands (into their respective underwear).

By the time he was writhing in his seat, hips twitching uncontrollably to her spiteful handjob, she was in a similarly dazed state, panting to his every thrust and flick (of his fingers) in her pussy. Before the movie was over, they left the hall and went straight to the highest floors, for the baby rooms and toilets among the offices that were vacant over the weekend.

Upon entering a baby (or family) room, Xin Yee recklessly took her dress off and reveal the training bra underneath, triggering a previously-unknown, unstoppable, force in Jaden. He stripped his bottoms off at the same speed and they immediately locked their lips in fiery passion, trading saliva as their hands uselessly toyed with each others’ privates.

Once she was dripping wet, and him throbbinghard, he led her to the toilet bowl and sat her down, standing between her legs with those pussy lips spread too far for any last-minute regret. Resuming their french kiss, he aligned their genitals with a far-bend of his knees, and tucked his dick-head into her pussy, being extra careful to execute those short, shallow thrusts in accordance with whichever moans, groans, or gasps she breathed into his mouth.

After a few minutes of ‘careful’ penetration, he was finally deep enough inside her, to make some long, proper strokes that really took her breaths away. One thrust at a time, she gradually let go of her body as he ravished her like the princess she was, hips rocking back and forth to his soft, graceful pounding.

As tight as she was, he had grown ignorant about her age, a fact that would be more dangerous if he ever seek the truth in. In time, he flipped the thin, little girl over onto her belly and fucked her in standing-doggystyle over the bowl, until an unannounced orgasm almost crumble her into a pile. It was apparant that that beautiful, terrifying sensation had an effect on her when she started rubbing her clit for the first time during sex, to trigger yet another climax that she immensely enjoyed.

A while later, she asked to ‘try’ the cowgirl-stance and not only did she impressed him by how quickly she ‘mastered the waves’, she was also leaking quite a bit of juices over his groin and balls. Half-riding and half-rubbing herself, the hyperactive girl came a few more times before his timer was up. At his timely warning, she nonchalantly dismounted him and swiftly surprised him (again), with a blowjob so sloppy that he couldn’t tell was just too good or simply a mess for a first-timer.

Nonetheless, after ten or so minutes, he guided her to use only her hands to jerk him off, and respectfully kept her updated as his moment arrived.

(Jaden moaned) ‘Cumming.. I’m cumming soon. Kee.. eep.. ssshit shit.. I’ M CUMMING!’

Just as his hips buckled for a powerful orgasm, Sin Yee slipped her lips over his cock and contained the explosive, gooey, organic debris, to the extremely-grateful look that Jaden unconsciously had on his face. After swallowing his cum without demand, she licked him clean and even provided a massage to calm his senses.

(Sin Yee asked) ‘Will we do this again?’

(Jaden asked tiredly) ‘Do you want to?’

‘Yes please.’

Just like that, the couple went for a quick meal before they headed back up, for one of the baby rooms that none of them had entered before. Spacious, padded, and shrouded in sensual, warm lighting, the pair went at it again and drove each other wild at their ‘first’ position they did on the bed – 69. None of them would submit to the other person and when the both of them did so simultaneously, it was only after they both came at the same time.

Luckily, as young teenagers, they had ample stamina to last till the mall’s closing time. While he was emptied beyond exhaustion, she was filled to the brim with joy, lust, and a mild addiction she didn’t notice exist yet.

Before they parted ways, she had one more message for Jaden.

(She whispered) ‘If you don’t keep fucking this fourteen-year-old, guess who’s going to jail?’

With a wink, she skipped away in the direction of her home and Jaden just stood in his spot dumbfounded, unsure of what to do with his current-girlfriend.

After two days of consecutive fuck-date, she brought him to a women’s clinic and put herself on long-term contraceptive, as an early birthday-present for that resilient, careless boy.

Besides the ambiguity of her age, Sin Yee was, a gorgeous lady in the making, and knowing how sexually-wild and dedicated she can get to ‘retain-and-conquer’ a loved one, there wasn’t enough reason to stay with his then-girlfriend.

Undoubtedly, the younger of the girls would make his life ‘hell’, though mostly described with the words, ‘pleasurable’, ‘insatiable’, ‘absurd, ‘exhausting’, ‘unbearable’, ‘crazy’, ‘merciless’, ‘help’, ‘me’ and ‘please’.

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Mirror Mirrored

‘Mia?’, with no other information besides her exact location in the mall, I had to brace myself as I approached the only Indian girl in the vicinity, whom just happened to be standing at the ‘level 4 directory’ as she had described. Without a word, she turned around and gave me a stare of contemplation, which successfully stirred up my confusion, before she flashed me that reassuring smile. Glad that I ‘got’ the right person, I was about to introduce myself, and even shake hands with her, when she suddenly grabbed hold of my wrist.

While I was a little shocked, it was mostly relief that I felt, having done the craziest thing of ‘approaching the right stranger’. What I did not expect, was for her to drag me into a handicap toilet next to where we met, and dived straight into my arms. Of course, I was at a loss for words, and a deeper loss for thoughts about where we were (toilet). I mean, what kind of meaningful relationship can we form here?

Being held in her arms, I couldn’t tell what she was up to until her hand brushed against my groin, advancing at a pace too fast for even a ‘thirsty’ old man. By the time I saw what she was up to, she was already stepping out of her panties, and swiftly went on to remove her bra from under.

‘Wait! What?’, those two Ws went nowhere as she slienced me with a finger over my lips, thereafter pushing me up against a wall. I was still in greater-shock when she brought my hand to the back of her head, as if she was demanding me to ‘make out with her fiercely’. Thankfully, I was wrong about that. Our lips never touched each other’s, but her quick descend down my body brought up another fear I did not want.

It was then I understood, what she meant by dressing casual. It was definitely easier, for her to undo a pair of running shorts, than a pair of jeans that one would normally wear to impress. Instead, she executed her plan to leave a deep, and lusting impression on me, right at that moment her lips went over my little head. Although she didn’t go any deeper, she reminded me about my ‘privilege(s)’, through our hands behind her head. I remained mostly afraid to do anything until she pushed against my hand, to drive her mouth down my shaft. Without enough ‘encouragement’, my hand began moving on its own, in the direction of my cock she was generously salivating over.

In a semi-high state of mind, I blurted ‘ahhh.. you.. suree.. ‘ as if it would make a difference, and it did. She flicked my hand off and slapped both her hands onto my hips, officially relieving me of my duties and strength, through those deep and mind-blowing strokes she landed on my cock. For a man, I was squirming and tipping left and right from pleasure, shamelessly putting on my most-vulnerable expressions for her enjoyment.

Before I know it, she wrapped a hand around my dong and jerked me as she slurped me dizzy, in a grin that was both naughty and scary. Faced with such adversity, my body couldn’t hold anything back and was in an overdrive mode quickly, cocking and readying my ‘ammunition’ without restraints. In a weak and pleading tone, I cried out ‘Mia’ twice more, only to send herself all the way down to the base of my manhood, for that defining explosion. For a long time, everything went quiet and still, save for that loud gulp we could both hear through the silence.

In a flash, she was on her feet, and yelped ‘J?’ as a continuance for my earlier greeting. How else would I reply, except in a breathless, and exhausted tone, ‘Yes I am’. With that, we left the forsakened corner and went for a movie. Under her flowy dress, ‘nothingness’ was all I needed to return the favour, effectiveness expressed in the form of (my) wrinkly fingertips, the moans she had to muffle with her hands, and ultimately how she needed help to walk out of the theatre.

No, she didn’t need a listening ear, nor did she want a sexually-driven man. She merely needed someone to help her feel alive again.