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Just Done

I was honestly dumbfounded, when you squeezed between the workdesk (that my laptop was on) and myself, onto the stool that was already ‘just nice’ for me. What I didn’t expect, was your playfulness when you slipped my hands under your loose, oversized shirt, to meet your pair of beautiful, soft boobs.

At that point, I was just impressed by how daring you were, and felt totally safe when you reached behind your back to massage my cock. It was only when you undid my pants, did I understood what you had made me wear that ‘grey, 3/4 pants’ for. You were quick too, at the button, at the zipper.

In no time, I was nicely tucked in your palm, enjoying the sloppy, erratic strokes you pleased me so intensely with. You then attempted to stand up, with your belly pressed against the table. I only shifted myself backwards because I had thought that you wanted to take something, or move away from my lap.

Instead, you bent further down over the table and let your shirt hike up naturally, stunning me with an even more absurd revelation. I couldn’t be more excited, to see the shaved, glistening slit between your smooth, well-rounded bum.

After moving myself to the edge of the chair, you held me in your gentle hand once again, this time guiding me to my rightful place inside you. I had guessed, that it was too ‘unlike’ you to step out of my place in such a tardy attire, but that was how you were able to make your man’s day.

You, sacrificed comfort, security, to give me everything at such a random time.

Once you have tucked me in, you went about and do your ‘thing’, riding me so wildly and rapidly that I was mostly at my limits for however long you could endure. I have to say, that it was somewhat joyful, to see you wear yourself out so quickly, having depleted your strength to ensure my ‘happiness’.

So, it shouldn’t come as a surprise when I bent you over the stone table, and hammered away while you sneaked a hand over your clit. Given how ‘open’ we were, it was probably for the better too, for the both of us to get some form of reward out of this endeavour.

Just like how your orgasm have always pushed me over, I crossed the point-of-no-return at the same time you did, except that next few seconds was truly my ultimate high before I blew my load.

You too, could tell how shocked I was when I pumped a few times more than I usually did, and faced the never-before sight of a mini-waterfall once I pulled out. You immediately caught some of it and tasted it, before you flashed that look of approval at me.

You even kept the transfer going, while I packed my belongings. I was glad to rub one out for you before we headed upstairs. I would never blame you for cutting my break short so we could go at it again.

But then, which man will ever complain about that? In short, thank you for the wonderful experience, and the thorough effort to make sure I sleep deeply well.

I have no idea what came over me the next morning though. My morning wood was just screaming for me to give you an amazing start to the day. Did you enjoy the lazy, no-effort-needed morning sex too?

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Outdoor-sy Spirits

(I greeted) ‘Hi love.’

(Maeve slurring) ‘Heyyy.. proceeds to give me a hug‘

‘Are you ready to head up?’

‘You can keep writing. I would like to sit here for a bit.’

No more than a few minutes after I resumed my work, Maeve placed a hand over my thigh and started sliding it around randomly, effectively-distracting me with the uncertainty of her intent. It didn’t take long for her to finally ‘reach’ my groin area, though she seemed too drunk to know what she was doing.

‘Maeve?’

(She hushed) ‘shhh.. ‘

Skilfully, she wriggled her way into my shorts and grabbed a hold of my erecting weiner before I could say anything else, and took my breath away with her warm grip. What followed was a worrying, erotic, reluctant, and/ or excited struggle to remind her of the ‘risks’, though she might be too oblivious to our ‘surroundings’. In no time, I was as hard as a rock, and all I could think of was ‘what I could do with it’.

Almost immediately, she saw my unspoken dilemma and tugged the worn-out waistband of my shorts down, exposing my cock for a moment before she leaned over. There was no way I could muffle the moan that escaped my mouth when she slipped her lips around it, warming and wetting it so seamlessly. A few seconds in, and I was both thrilled and overwhelmed with a sense of paranoia, but rendered ‘helpless’ by the europhia she was infusing through my loin.

Unlike our past (few) attempts at ‘outdoor fornication’, she did not raise a single eyebrow at our surrounding and kept going at it, splitting my mind between a ‘lookout’ and carnal pleasure. Although there were occasions I had to stop her for the passerbys, she didn’t hesitate to resume her ‘task’ at the next available opportunity.

After ten minutes of one-sided, heart-racing, public blowjob, I had to call for a break to recalibrate my momentum. She switched over to her hand, lubricated my member with some saliva, and kept stroking me as sensually as she could. From teasing the tip of my cock with her thumb, to rolling my balls in her palm, and using her knuckles to give my manhood a mind-blowing massage, she did all that without a care for the world.

(I whispered breathlessly) ‘I’m cumming soon. Can you just move up and down?’

Maintaining a loose grip of my cock, she stood up, went between my legs, and raised her dress up before sitting her pussy over that throbbing meat. I was mentally prepared to ‘restart the entire process’ when she surprised me by simply rubbing herself, and moved her hips just enough to keep me ‘interested’. I didn’t know what she was up to until she was profusely wetter, and tighter with an upward, milking motion along her vaginal walls. Instantly, my body went right to the edge of climax, which was still quite controllable. What I didn’t expect, was for her to slide a finger over my perineum, and prodded it violently.

My vision faded into white momentarily as my hips buckled for that intense orgasm, that I never knew my body was capable of. Spurt after spurt, my ‘big boy’ basically coughed up everything I had until it became soft, and overly-sensitive that a minor ‘tease’ would make it twitch.

My satiated lover then tucked two fingers into her puffy, lower-lips to hold it ‘shut’, stood upright, and proceeded to feed on her cum-coated fingers. Some of it did land on the floor, but for the rest that didn’t, it went into her stomach. By then, I was too spent to do anything else, left for home shortly after.

Back in my bedroom, she was all over me again. Sucking as she touched herself, climaxing once after another. And as soon as I was ‘ready to go’, I didn’t disappoint her and gave her exactly what we have been waiting for – a good, pre-bedtime workout.

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Public Grounds

Without turning her head towards me, Maeve stuck an arm out and tucked it under my shirt, to no one’s eyes at a brightly-lit void deck as it was the wee hours. Keeping her head up for passerbys, she pulled the elastic waistband of my shorts down and exposed my manhood, made ‘accessible’ by my preference to leverage on the built-in netting instead of wearing an underwear.

She then seamlessly wrapped her fingers around my cock and held it for a while, before stroking it rhythmically. Occasionally, she would take a peek at it, then hold her gaze at me as she bent her thumb knuckle over my pee hole, to wriggle her fingernail into it.

Knowing full well that it would drive me crazy, I could only take quick glances at her, while I tried to keep a ‘good’ lookout for us. It was almost a routine, for her to repeat that mind-blowing tease at my sensitive tip until pre-cum was oozing.

‘Oops’, she whispered before bending her back down quickly, for my cock to take it as deep as she could before sucking up the nectar. Then, it was a handjob again, fingernail-tease again, to get me irresistibly hard.

Once I could no longer get any bigger, or thicker, or redder, she stood up from her seat and shifted herself between my legs. The black skirt she wore that night, was of the least hindrance as her black, low-cut top proved long enough to still cover her bum.

With her feet, and knees together, she gave her fingers a little lick before bringing that hand down, to somewhere I couldn’t exactly tell. The next thing I felt, was her hand around my shaft, holding me upright as her plump, juiced-up pussy split around my girth.

In two, or three ‘hops’, she had successfully taken me balls-deep into her hot, sloppy-wet vagina. Gyrating her hips on my lap, my dick was getting spun in every direction, and spat out occasionally for another deep, enpowering jab to remind us of our craziness.

After ‘torturing’ me for a short period, she crossed her arms, placed it on the table so narrowly close to us, and started bouncing. The amount of pleasure she felt, was only limited to how fast she could freely move, between the table and us.

It wasn’t long, before her reducing speed told me of her tiredness, thus my turn, to put in some effort. Picking myself up onto my feet, I repositioned us slightly to the left, away from any seats, but mainly so I could straightened my back for maximum velocity.

Aware that we might be more prominent at this height, I wasted no time in swinging my hips back and forth, ramming my cock into her pussy like the man she had awakened. Helpless against my violent, forceful, and admittedly-uncaring thrusts, Maeve suppressed her uncontrollable-moans by screaming into her bent-elbows, whilst being jerked non-stop on the glossy table.

As she began taking deep, rapid breaths, I sensed more ‘difficulty’ pushing through her ‘gate’, especially on the inside where I was being coaxed at every level into the ever-natural desire of inseminating a willing female. The momentary lack of words between us, intentional or not, seemed so liberating, unrestrictive, and uninhibitive, like I was allowed to do the right thing, or.. really just anything, I wanted.

Shortly after she launched into a tremble, I was faced with the familiar, yet always-confusing, situation. I would, if I could, fill her up with my cum at every chance I had, but ‘it wasn’t time’. Despite that, I knew I was still allowed, and probably very welcome, to pump her full of nutrients.

‘Maeve’, a single word exited my lips as I gracefully pulled my cock out of her, slumped back down onto the seat in confidence of my expected-but-unpreferred choice (of not cumming inside her), and helped her back onto her chair. Likewise, she didn’t waste a second to contemplate or be disappointed, and replaced her mouth over my cock.

As soon as she grabbed hold of the bottom of my shaft, I knew I could ‘bounce’ her head as fast, and possibly as hard, as I needed. Needless to say, it was an ab-aching explosion, followed by multiple small ones she (un)helpfully sucked to get everything out.

In time, I was emptied, and she was filled. But none of us could have expected, that doing ‘it’ in public, somehow kept my mind fantasising about how else I, or we, would do it. For safety, we switched locations to a stairwell, where I could plough her to another glorious serving down her throat.

Just as we were catching our breaths after a tidy-up, a WhatsApp message showed up on my phone, ‘Hey. Do you guys need a ride anywhere?’ It came from a special, private chauffeur, whom we paid in his ‘currency’ of ‘sexual favours’, once for sending us to my place.

The only question I had for Maeve, was ‘how?’, and to that, she responded appropriately by bringing my hand to her pussy. ‘Ok. 570***’, I replied his text and he arrived shortly after at that stated block. Like before, Maeve climbed into the front passenger seat and massaged her sore pussy for the entire trip, to the only carpark at Lower Pierce Reservoir.

This time however, unlike before, Maeve took charge and laid the chauffeur down in the backseat, with his legs out of an opened door. As for me, I was hustled out of the vehicle, and made to stand at where his legs were dangling.

How else, if not wetter, would Maeve be after aligning the studs, just so she could lower her overflowing slit down the chauffeur’s cock, in reverse-cowgirl. My part, literally, would be in her mouth for the varying durations she could manage, to suck while riding a stranger’s dick for all his worth.

To end the night off, Maeve kept her hand on the chauffeur’s expended, semi-hard erection for the journey home while I rubbed her clit, with the arm I stuck between the front seats.

There was nothing I had to worry about, since there was nothing, if not ‘fear’, the chauffeur was left with as he sent Maeve home next.

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Closet Sub

(Angel asked) ‘你要我吸你吗？
Translation: Do you want me to suck you?

(I replied in shock) ‘Huh? 这里？现在？’
Translation: Huh? Here? Now?

‘Then? 要吗？’
Translation: Then? Want it?

‘可以改次吗?’
Translation: Can we do it next time?

(She impatiently said) ‘快点啦，什么改次。’
Translation: Faster la. What next time?

The once-demure girl showed her true self after we got together, not that I didn’t know of her background. In short, we have been hanging out since I wasn’t romantically interested into her. But she has been very caring and thoughtful, in ways I didn’t mind. I could see how hard she has been trying to communicate with me in English, and I was certainly moved by her efforts.

Now that we were an item, she relaxed a lot on improving her language, not that it was a criteria for me. It must have looked weird for a golden-haired, seemingly rowdy girl to be with me, who occasionally worked out and reserved. Out in the streets, she is my queen, in control of where to eat (very seldom fancy) and spend (shopping at small, independent stalls).

It has become a routine for us to hang out around either of our neighbourhood at the end of a date, chatting for up to an hour before we split ways. Like every couple, we kissed, made out, and even got a little touchy if there was some privacy.

That evening, we explored her neighbourhood and found a new corner, with complete discretion. I could only make guesses about her enthusiasm when she skipped the chatting part, and started making out with me. She was especially kinky that day, wearing a pair of hot pants and a t-shirt that was probably XS or smaller. She turned so many heads when we shopped, but I suspected there were more people who wondered about this big, hunky man with someone that small (and possibly very young).

Halfway through our intense kiss-a-thon, she took out the new pair of skirt she bought from Bugis street and put them on, removing her shorts from underneath after that. It wasn’t until my hand was invited under her skirt that I realised the absence of a underwear.

I could totally see how proud she was when I received that shock. Like how we petted in the past, she had my dick out of my pants and was stroking it, until she bun her hair up. There was no refusing her advances once she spouted them out, and I was left to watch her kneel between my feet.

Her lips went over my junk first, kissing it so passionately, before throwing a really, seductive glance at me. I watched her lips part for my cock and tingling sensations clouded my vision as soon as she teased the tip with her tongue. A bit more licking later, more meat entered her mouth, down to three-quarter of its length.

I didn’t expect her to go any further but she did, while touching herself. My mind was literally in pieces on the ceiling already, but she would always ‘calm’ me down, just to dazzle me again.

There was just something about having a thick, swollen cock in a small mouth, which was barely keeping you in. Put that together with her desire to please, satisfy and impress, it couldn’t get any more addictive for me.

Before she could go any faster, I stopped her and put her back next to me. It was my turn to return the favour, but she turned me straight down. Since that didn’t go that well, I put my fingers to good use and had her lean (her back) against my shoulder while I rubbed one out for her.

The reason I couldn’t break away from her pussy was because of how smooth, small and tight she was. It felt so surreal to have laid my hands on such a well-maintained, hairless groin, and labia that were neatly tucked inward.

At some point after the second orgasm, she got out of her seat and opened my knees wide. A flip of her skirt, a tilt of her back (forward), exposed the most pleasant looking pussy I have ever seen. If I had not known of her age, she could have easily convince me that she is underage.

I was in disbelief when she held my cock in her hand, tries to sit on it, fail, and then succeed after applying some saliva over it. It was more than the sight that got to me, when I leaned back and saw how I split her opening wider, to the point she had to spread her legs. I believed that she was already doing her best despite how slowly I penetrated her, as if it hurt.

At the halfway ‘mark’, I stood up and turned ourselves around to the bench we were sitting on. There was no other ways to do it. I had to thrust very slowly, coat more of my cock with her juices before making another thrust. It took us almost one full minute to get it in, much to her impatience.

Right after that, it was hell breaking loose once I rammed it in and out of her. Her knees gave way very quickly and we had to do it on the floor, still in doggystyle. Had I not put my hands over her mouth, she would be screaming for all to hear, yet whenever I asked if I should stop, she just shook her head wildly.

I decided to bite bullet and took things in my hands. With her waist held firmly in my palms, I pounded her with all my might. She was so unbelievably hot and tight inside, that I thought I was going to cum any time. However, things didn’t turn out that way once my dick was beyond its limit, succumbing to the overpowering pressure, that it lost sensitivity.

My hardness wasn’t affected at all, still causing convulsions for the girl, while she moaned hysterically into her hand. Driven by part-lust, part-duty, I maintained my strokes for a long time. I didn’t know how many times she came due to the tension around my dick, but she was leaking uncontrollably from the sex.

In a sick way, she did feel like a ragdoll who was begging to be fucked. It took me some time before I regained sensations in my loin, which didn’t make things any easier either. I was soon groaning with her in another position, reverse-cowgirl. It was slightly satisfying to see how much she wanted my thick cock, but her body couldn’t give in to her desire so easily.

She would gasp every time she rose, and moan every time she lowered herself. As for me, I was just enduring the brain-wrecking pleasure quietly, waiting for the moment to cum.

‘ANGEL! CUMMING!’

(She moaned) 你终于来了!’
Translation: You are.. finally cumming!

She bounced off my hips and put her mouth right back over my cock, half sucking, half jerking for my load. When the time finally arrived to blow my load, her mouth couldn’t hold all of them and sprayed as much cum, as fast as I pumped them into her mouth.

She got so caught with holding it in that she had began to swallow, a few mouthful before she could breathe. The shocked and confused girl couldn’t even stand up without my help.

We sat there in silence for a while before she threw herself into my arms, as if surrendering to my dominance. For a moment, I thought I sensed fear, and submission to the former emotion. There was nothing else I had to say, when I can feel everything.

(She whispered) ‘你下次就射里面吧，好吗？’
Translation: Can you cum inside me the next time?

With modern contraceptive so readily available, there was no reason to turn her down. She is a closet-sub inside her outspoken lian-ish personality.

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Wanting It

‘Do you want to hang out for a bit longer? I don’t feel like heading up now.’

‘Sure.’

Over the past few weeks, I got acquainted with a staff from another cafe after realising that we have been taking the same bus home, although we seldom end work the same time. As we got closer, it became routine for us to wait for an hour max so we could take the same ride home, mostly sleeping for the trip.

That night, a street-wide event kept our shops open till 11pm, when it was still early to take a cab home. Knowing that I live just two stops away from her, she woke up a few stops before her place and asked if I could walk her home.

Sitting at a bench (on the grass patch) outside her void deck, we spoke about matters of the heart and she suddenly made a request for me to massage her calves. Not thinking too much about it, I caught her feet and placed them on my lap as she swung her feet towards me.

(I was seated upright at one end of the bench while she leaned against the armrest of the other end.)

Starting with where her skin was exposed, I kneaded my way up her ankles to those aching calf muscles, before she moved my hands above her knees.

‘Here too.’

She let me work around the thighs below her shorts and I got tired after a full ten minutes of authentic ‘my-style’ massage.

Just as I weakened my squeezes to put a nice end to it, she pushed herself towards me and sat on my lap facing away, thereafter ‘buckling’ my arms around her waist like a seatbelt.

To be honest, my mind had already wandered further than it should when she gave me access to her thin legs, and a hard on was setting up ‘tent’ against her shorts I assumed she could feel my hardness under it. It didn’t take much of the awkward silence for her to slide my palms to her belly, as if hinting me to ‘go under.’

Feeling her legs part over my thighs, she unbuttoned her denim shorts and nudged my hand deeper, granting me permission to anywhere outside her panties. Not wanting to ‘act blur’ anymore, I shoved that hand in and felt the contour of her cameltoe, smooth-to-a-hairless possibility.

The slight moisture didn’t stop me from rubbing where I assumed her clit was, vibrating my fingertips till her ass was grinding on my erection. Instead of moaning, loud, deep breathes told me of her enjoyment and a quick whisper moved things faster.

(She whispered) ‘Go inside.’

I slipped that very hand into her panties and received a warm and wet welcome from her pussy, all slimy for me to explore wherever I wanted. A few swipes along her lower soft lips brought her hands to mine, pushing me towards the opening of her vagina that was tight to my first probe.

(She whispered) ‘Have you done it outdoors before?’

‘Not this way.’

She got my message immediately and brought both her knees together, splitting my legs apart and leaning forth to stand on her feet. Those hips-hugging shorts came down far enough to let me catch her glimpse of her fair ass and my next command was to ‘take it out’.

Briefly put it, it didn’t take more than thirty seconds for a guy in jeans to undo enough for sex. She supported herself on my thighs as she lowered herself slowly over my cock, unassisted by either of us. In that position where both her feet were together, the entry was stimulating as fuck as my dick was forced into a small opening, though all wet and hot.

The overwhelmed girl couldn’t move after all of me went in, but I wasn’t in a better state too. We remained in that compromising connection until I shifted my ass to the edge of the bench, where she could stand ‘slightly away’ from me.

(She asked in loud breathes) ‘How do we do this?’

‘You can relax your arms, and just pushed yourself back and forth? I think the motion will.. Oh yes! Oh fuck!’

She had begun the ride before I even finished describing the moves, boggling our minds with short pulses of pleasure from the discreet ‘fidgeting’. Knowing full well that there was no other position we could attempt in the openness of our location, she kept up with the grinding movement until she froze to an orgasm.

A minute break allowed her to recover from the cutesy shivering, and an epiphany ended the penetrative sex.

‘I don’t mean to spoil the fun, but what if.. ‘

‘Shhh.. pause I get it. Stand up a bit so I can put my dick between.. Here.’

Between her ass crack my dick flipped into and she felt more at ease. For three minutes, she pleased me that manner and then stopped again. As if she discovered something new, she didn’t say a word as she parked my cock under her pussy, between that thigh gap.

Of course, it triggered another type of sensation that I enjoyed better, and sadly, better meant faster. Just a few minutes into that shaft-massage, I had to hold her still in anticipation of my climax.

(She asked in a little high) ‘Shooting?’

(As I panted) ‘Yeah.’

The sweet and understanding girl wore her shorts back and returned to my side, surprising me when she bent over to take me into her mouth. Somehow, the untrained, confused tongue and lips pushed me over the edge easily and caused me to unload two seconds after a warning, right into her mouth where she cupped over in shock.

Taking every squirt calmly, my hips jerks uncontrollably into her tongue that was still teasing my dick head, forcing drops, down to blanks, out of the pulsating piece of rod. A frowning face from her filled my heart with guilt but she didn’t leave me with that.

Instinctively swallowing that load to speak, she only realised what went down her throat after she smacked me on my thigh out of anger. I found myself falling for her innocence despite how ‘fiery’ she was when it came to how our intimacy ended, though she had gotten her fair share out of me.

‘I’ll make sure to spit it out the next time! Humph!’

I sent her up after we got dressed and parted ways with a kiss, which somehow diffused her feistiness. Now both of us are going home more tired than before we got this ‘far’, or ‘close’, or ‘deep(?)’.