Jim tore open the box his favorite instant meal from 7-11, amazed at how convenient it had become go fill one’s stomach. It was even steaming hot as he pushed the scalding pizza slice into his mouth, sinking his teeth into it.
Jim: ‘Hmm!’
If only girls were so convenient. But that would be too convenient, beyond belief. There’s just one problem, there was no girl so easy, at least not so stupid. Jim understood that even if he could get a girl, she would be of ideal girlfriend quality, not a slut. For a start, why would he want someone who wouldn’t stay long? It would of course be perfect if she was his girlfriend, someone he can love other than play with.
Those fantasies never seemed to end, but he knew it might just be possible if he planned. So he drew up a summary of what needs to be done.
1. Girl
2. Money
3. Trust
4. Exposure (clothes)
5. Brainwash
5. Extremities
The first two started concurrently. Jim was a shopper, and had a thing for high-tech cameras and gadgets. Occasionally buying new bags to catch up with the trend, but he made an effort to save. So every time he had money to buy a hundred-dollar worth of gadget, he would put the fund into a ziplock bag and kept out of sight.
For the ‘girl’ part, he had a girl in mind. A seventeen whom used to chat with online a few years ago, someone who still SMSes him occasionally, but wasn’t too close. From all he knew about Melody, she played electric guitar but disliked wearing skirts nor anything that has open ends, dresses included.
Jim knew meeting her wouldn’t be easy, since they only texted once in a blue moon. So he worked out a little plan in his head. First, he needed to gain intimacy. There is no shortcut to getting a girl to meet a stranger, it could take a lot of time, which Jim was ready to invest.
Their influx of SMSes quickly increased and it was a little tedious on Jim’s side since he needed to text with caution, not affording to lose his chance. The plan to send contents between grey areas of personal and randomness wasn’t easy. Messages that provoke thoughts, stretching her capacity to accept ‘indecent’ from decent texts, probing answers no two strangers would share. It wasn’t an over-the-weekend project, but one that took Jim about three months.
Soon, his effort paid off as they two of them planned to meet on a few occasions which were deliberately missed by Jim, on pretext of work and family matters. But by then, he had been in contact with three girls, changing among a few others with more potential.
Melody met Jim after the months of contact and he followed his plan religiously, not intending to screw this opportunity with this girl who caught his eyes. Sure, her MSN display picture did not reveal too much, but the cellulite-free waist and thighs were some of the features that made her stood out. Her face required no make up to look best, along with well cared for shoulder length hair. She was like a feline in rock and roll. She spoke with a fluent language of English, and Mandarin with a strong Caucasian accent, making her even more sought after.
Jim was dating her before she knew she was on dates, but the care and love Jim put in for her touched her heart and she agreed to become his girlfriend. No one could deny the bond between the two lovebirds. They were like any couples, with Jim having another agenda in mind.
He began buying clothes for her, after learning of her body when they shopped together. As most couples do, they had their share of experimentation and foreplay, going only as far as a blowjob and fingering. Sex was out of his mind for what was about to come next would escalate their foreplay beyond sex.
It was truly foreplay, before going into a world Melody could not return. The clothes he got wasn’t from physical retail shops, it would be too awkward for him to get sexy clothes, further acknowledging the fact guys are horny bastards.
He shopped online for sexy satin kimonos, night dresses, tube dress, translucent bras and panties, short skirts and thin shirts. Along with those purchases, Jim forged invoices to make them looked expensive, which was in fact very affordable from his secret savings.
Melody knowing he spent such an exorbitant amount of money on her, she started with the skirts, then to the various colored tops. Only on very rare occasions she would put on those impossibly short kimono dresses out, like during the late nights he spent with her at the neighborhood, or pointless long bus rides with Jim.
Little did she realize the long bus rides started to end at more crowded places and she would just go shopping while Jim paraded his ‘open’ girlfriend for all the perverts’ eyes to feast on. The black translucent panties were hard to find. They were thick, yet soft and comfortable to wear. She was a girl who very frequently felt ‘naked’ with a one-piece outfit, so Jim had to be extra thoughtful to secure her uneasiness.
The tops themselves were special too. Designed from a concept similar to the BraTop series of clothes from Uniqlo, the ‘bra’ were in fact support pads sewn into the clothes itself. Jim learnt something guys failed to notice when girls went against going braless. It wasn’t the extra thickness of the bra that made them felt safer (or more secure), rather, the support was what females secretly needed, to hold up their assets.
Melody didn’t think too much of the tops compared to the thongs. She loved the texture and convenience of it, reducing the load of clothes a girl needed to wash.
So, Jim had ‘money’, ‘girl’, ‘trust’, ‘clothes’ checked on his list. The process of brainwashing for the casual outfit was done, next was the idea of having fun in the great outdoors. The job was pretty much done, or at least it was easily achievable.
All he needed to do was to get more intimate wherever possible. Even giving her butt a squeeze would prove enough to let her know what he was thinking about. He started using dildos on bed, driving her wild and crazy each time without fail. Her mind was easily influenced and without knowing, she soon developed a natural respond to get wet on his bed even without his presence, let alone when he was asleep beside her. She would pamper herself with his toys, when he was unavailable. Both their parents accepted their children’s partner and were no stranger to them having keys to each others’ place.
Going wireless was a pleasant surprise for Melody’s eighteenth birthday. Jim slipped a wireless vibrator into her during their after-breakfast fun in the morning. She then specially requested that Jim waited outside for her while she showered and dressed up. Thinking it was just a standalone toy, she didn’t take it out and got dressed in a baby pink tank top (from Uniqlo) with normal black mini skirt, both bought by Jim as part of her birthday celebration package.
She rolled a pair of black stockings up to her mid thighs and finally slipping on a white translucent panties before stepping into a pair of 1.5 inch heels. She hopped out of the room without much stumbling and did a spin for Jim, whose eyes gleamed with delight, proud of the girl he was creating. The two of them left her place and made their way down the steps to the bus stop opposite their block. Feasting the eyes of two schoolboys who were looking up the steps as she walked down by the handrail.
Having to cross two roads with cars speeding in opposite directions was quite a scare for Melody, especially when she was in heels and running in them was painful. Her hands wrapped tightly around Jim’s arm while distracted by the oncoming vehicles, ignoring the gusts of wind fluttering her skirt’s hemlines all over the place, flashing glimpses of the white underwear to pedestrians waiting on the curbs at the opposite banks. The two of them finally made it across and three guys had their eyes glued on her slim long legs, highlighted by the dark stockings against her fair thighs.
Ten minutes passed and the bus came to a screeching halt. Melody walked in front of Jim and struggled to get up the steps which were higher from the ground on the older buses, giving the bus driver a good view of her slit between the open-crotch thongs. The howling wind made matter worse when her pussy lips separated for a moment when she opened her legs to walked the steps.
Little could Jim do to block the upskirt everyone at the lower deck was getting when she got up the spiraling stairs to the upper deck. Immediately, the two walked to the back of the bus, bypassing the dirty looks from the aunties and grannies, while attracting the unwanted attention of a few Malay ‘mat’ and perverse looks from an uncle sitting just three rows in front of them.
Melody was so badly shaken by the swerving of the bus while walking that she fell hard on her bus onto the cushion seats, puffing up her skirt for another peek by the passengers walking behind her, who quickly sat at whatever seats nearest as the bus picked up speed.
Jim reached into his bag to get a bottle of water, fused with a few drop of expensive German Sex Drops for Melody. And placed it back when she was done. His hand remained inside his bag and quickly pushed a button on the controller.
Melody: ‘Hey. What are you doing?’
Her sun-deprived face was glowing with a blush and her hands were on her skirt, between her legs. Jim said nothing and clicked to the highest speed on the controller. By then, her fingers were just centimeters away from coming into contact with her pussy. She had never masturbated before, but never felt so inclined to do it there and then.
Jim: ‘Don’t touch yourself. I want you to bear with it.’
Melody: ‘You’re so evil!’
Jim hushed her and she resisted the temptation to touch herself. After fifteen minutes, her eyes were closed and had her head perched on the windows, desperate to relieve herself of the pent-up raging hormones. Yet all she could do was make do with the little satisfaction of the tease and being denied orgasms.
Jim: Melody?’
She wearily opened her eyes and looked at him. He had his rock hard dick in his hand, poking out of the zip of his jeans. Jim took her head and kissed silently, while her hand roamed to his crown jewel, massaging and stroking it. He then pushed her head down and she followed, sucking and slurping as quietly as possible.
The upper deck of the bus was emptying itself, with alighting passengers looking at the rear and realise there was only one head, eyes rolling around in pleasure, no one could be more right. Her blowjob was taught by the countless porno flick they watched together, almost matching the prostitutes Jim visited once. By the time he tried controlling, it was too late as his dick churned out loads of warm fluid into her mouth.
She licked up the remains oozing out of the pee hole and looked at Jim. Melody had never swallowed, since Jim had never forced her to do it. But this time, he wanted her to do it. And she gulped. Taking a minute to compose herself, Jim took the same minute to turn the toy off, and pulled her skirt up to see how wet she had gotten.
The wet spot was already forming on the edges of her stockings, making her exposed skin sticky against the canvas seats. He took her favourite rabbit dildo which was smaller than average and handed it to her. Jim had learnt to identify when she was about to climax, she had this natural reaction to stop breathing about three seconds before her juices would flow like a leaking tap out of her pussy. Her breath would only resume when much of the liquid got out.
Jim took turns to stab her trained little pussy with the toy, sinking in and out, spraying the back of the seats with droplets. When the first stoppage of breath came, he pulled the toy out and watched how she pleaded with him to let her come. And for all of the five times, he said no. The wireless vibrator was then pushed back into her, tucked in further by the rabbit.
Melody was desperate to cum so badly that she was trying to do something impossible, focusing to cum without any physical contact, which was only theoretical possible. The duo alighted at the Flyers and went to process the tickets for a fifty minutes wait.
Jim had refreshed himself with a Grande from Starbucks and needed to relieve himself. Deciding she was almost ready, he turned the vibrator on again and she followed him quickly into the handicapped cubicle. Like a master requiring his slave to extract his cum, he pushed her shoulders gently over the sink, spreading her legs with his feet. He lifted her skirt up and tugged at the loop secured to the toy thrice, before yanking it out.
Jim tried a few times to aim with his hips diving straight into her pussy, but slipped and almost went into her asshole. After the fourth, he got it in with one swift stroke and hammered her like an energizer bunny, quickening as he lost sensitivity and went slow as he was about to shoot. Melody had a grateful intention to Jim for relieving the barely contained orgasms and globes of pussy juice was sliding down her legs, absorbed into the stockings.
About ten minutes from boarding, Jim decided he was done and creamed into her pussy, without contraceptive nor condom. Melody was shocked, but said nothing as she believed she was his. The vibrator buzzed away inside her from the check in counter to the ride, the thirty minutes of private time (there was no one else behind nor in front of them, so they had the whole carrel to themselves) they had, Jim presented Melody with a airbrush make up set that she painstakingly spent hours on an airbrush painting a plastic face without any proper equipment.
She was so happy to have him as a boyfriend and was even more determined to satisfy him in any way he wanted. The thirty minutes ride couldn’t seem more cheated than ever as the orange skyline that was appearing disappeared behind the carrels above.
After that, they went to a corner facing the expressway and cuddled for a long time, with his fingers under her skirt teasing and fondling her clit.
Jim: ‘Would you be mine forever?’
Melody: ‘Not just forever. For lifetimes to come.’
The vibrator came on again and her hands stroked on his bulge again. Melody finished the sandwiches Jim made and went between his legs for desserts while he continued munching on his bread. He came more than four times that day and it was all on his cue.
Melody had become a sheep in his control. As a girlfriend, as a cum dump, as a sex reliever, whatever. His plan was working. And it was far from over. The outings following her birthday became more absurd, draping her with thin, translucent, sheer material and fucking her outdoors with little respect for her dignity and well-being. Her pussy was hardly dry, either filled with her own bodily fluid, or Jim’s cum.
Melody was so trained that she could walk without shyness despite the stream of juice between her legs. Or when the buzzing of the wireless vibrator got too loud in a quiet environment, she would smile and playfully lick her lips. Exposing herself was as common as a slipping bra strap in public, she would often ignore it for as long as she could, till Jim told her about it.
Each time Jim called for her, she would arrive panty-less (at home) or with a pussy moist and soaked ready to take on his pounding, ending with a spray of sperms over her back, boobs or a less messy solution – creampie. Panties were still a must when they were out, but the variety of panties she had been beyond what her mum could remember washing.
Some might say Jim was having too much sex. But too much sex isn’t the same as ‘enough’. Only ‘enough’ was enough. On the rare occasions she got dead drunk from the few sips of beer, Jim would invite a few of his friends living nearby to relief themselves into his helpful girlfriend. Well, I didn’t intentionally dodge the topic of protection and pregnancy. But it just didn’t happen to this couple.