The Video-Call (Part 1 of 2)
The air in the HDB flat hung heavy with weekend humidity. The ceiling fan turned in lazy circles above the sofa where Cheryl and her husband sat after a simple dinner of chicken rice takeaway. Her phone rested on her thigh, buzzing every few minutes with WhatsApp notifications. She glanced down, a small knowing smile tugging at her lips, then turned the screen toward him so he could read the thread.
It was Crikee — her ex-colleague from the previous company. Malaysian, early fifties, married with a kid back in KL. He rents a room in a three-room flat here in Singapore with another Malaysian guy. He had always had a thing for her. At first the glances and compliments were subtle. After she left the company, the messages grew bolder.
Tonight the chat had started innocently enough — “Hey, what are you doing this weekend?” — before drifting into familiar territory. Compliments about how she used to dress at the office. Questions about her new job. Then the shift: “Bet your husband doesn’t know how many guys still think about you.”
Cheryl read the latest messages aloud in a low voice, her cheeks faintly flushed. Crikee was pushing harder tonight. He asked what she was wearing. She gave vague, teasing replies. He told her she always looked so fuckable in those tight blouses. She bit her lip and glanced at her husband.
“He’s been going at it for hours,” she murmured.
Her husband’s voice was quiet but clear. “Why don’t you call him? Video call. Tell him you’re bored too. But change into that sheer black sleepwear I bought you — the one that’s almost see-through. Lie to him and say I went out with my friends and you’re home alone. I’ll watch from the bedroom.”
Cheryl’s eyes widened, a flicker of shock and unmistakable heat crossing her face. “You’re serious? It might get… out of hand.”
“That’s the point,” he said, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I want to see you tease him.”
She hesitated only a second, then nodded, biting her lower lip. The thrill was already making her nipples press against her tank top. She stood, took the sheer nightie from the drawer, and headed to the bedroom to change.
The Call
The nightie was perfect — thin black mesh with delicate lace along the hem and thin spaghetti straps. It clung to her curves and barely reached mid-thigh. When the light hit it just right, it was almost completely transparent. No bra. No panties. Her dark nipples showed faintly through the fabric even before she lay down, and the smooth, shaved lips of her pussy pressed softly against the mesh.
She climbed onto the bed, propped herself against the pillows, and angled the phone on a small stand so both her face and body would stay in frame. She settled in, legs slightly parted, the hem riding up just enough to tease. Her husband slipped quietly into the shadows near the wardrobe, partially hidden but with a clear view. She took a slow breath, the humid air thick around her, and tapped the screen to connect the call.
The video call connected.
Crikee’s face filled the screen — he was sitting on the edge of his bed in a simple singlet and shorts. His eyes lit up the moment he saw her.
“Cheryl! Wah, You look… damn good. Is that what you sleep in? Your husband is one lucky man.”
She smiled, voice soft and a little breathy. “Thanks. Yah, I like to dress comfortable. He went out with his friends tonight. Won’t be back till late. I was bored too.”
“Lucky me then,” Crikee said, leaning closer. “My roommate also went out drinking. Just me here. Small room, nothing to do also.”
They chatted for a few minutes — surface-level catch-up about work, family back in Malaysia, how Singapore was treating him. But his eyes kept drifting downward, taking in the sheer fabric, the way it outlined her breasts, the faint shadow between her thighs. The conversation began to shift.
“You know,” Crikee said, voice dropping, “that nightie… it’s so sheer. I can almost see your nipples through it. You trying to seduce me, is it?”
Cheryl laughed softly and shifted on the bed, so the hem rode higher, the black mesh stretching across her thighs. “You wish lor… this is what I usually wear at home for bed”
His gaze was hungry now. “Can you show me more? Tilt the camera down a bit… let me see properly.”
She hesitated, letting the moment stretch. The ceiling fan hummed overhead, stirring the warm air. She adjusted her position slowly, deliberately, and one thin strap slipped off her shoulder. The fabric fell away just enough to expose the upper curve of one breast, the dark nipple barely covered. She made no move to fix it.
“Oops…” she murmured, but her fingers brushed lightly over the exposed skin, circling the stiffening nipple through the mesh before pinching gently. A soft sigh escaped her lips. She kept her eyes on the camera, watching Crikee’s reaction.
Crikee’s breath hitched. “Fuck… don’t cover it. It’s perfect. Can show me the other one too?”
She smiled at the camera, eyes half-lidded, and shrugged the second strap off with a slow roll of her shoulder. The nightie pooled at her waist. Now she was topless on the call, both breasts on display — round, firm, nipples dark and tight from the cool air and her own touch. She cupped them, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, letting out a quiet moan as she squeezed.
“Like this?” she asked, voice husky.
“Yes… exactly like that. You’re driving me crazy.” His hand disappeared below the frame. A moment later he adjusted the camera angle downward. His shorts were pushed down, his thick cock springing free — veined, dark, already hardening as he wrapped his hand around it and stroked slowly. “See what you do to me? I’m so hard already.”
Cheryl’s eyes widened slightly at the sight. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “Mmm… nice cock… I love seeing it when it’s so hard.”
“I want you to touch yourself,” he said in a low voice. “Show me your pussy. Finger it and show me how much you want this cock inside you.”
Mutual Masturbation
She didn’t hesitate. The phone tilted lower as her thighs parted, the bunched nightie riding up until nothing was hidden. In the dim light her pussy looked flushed and slick, lips already parted. She dragged two fingers through the wetness, spreading herself open with a soft, wet sound that carried straight into Crikee’s room. When she pushed one finger inside, the slick noise was unmistakable.
“So wet already…” she breathed, pumping slowly, thumb circling her clit. The mesh of the nightie was still tangled around her waist, the thin fabric clinging to her heated skin. “Thinking about you watching me… it’s making me drip.”
Crikee stroked faster, his cock fully erect now, the head shiny with pre-cum. “Fuck yes. Add another finger. Imagine it’s me stretching you open. Tell me how it feels.”
Cheryl obeyed without a word, a visible shiver running down her body as she leaned back against the pillows and spread her thighs wide for the camera. The phone sat propped between her legs, framing her glistening pussy in perfect view. She dragged two fingers slowly through her slick folds first, coating them thoroughly before pressing them inside with a soft, breathy whimper.
The wet sound that followed was immediate and filthy — a thick, squelching rhythm as she began to fuck herself in steady strokes. Each thrust made her arousal coat her knuckles and drip down toward the sheets. Her stomach tightened visibly with every push, hips rolling up to meet her own hand.
“Mmm… listen to that,” she moaned, voice already husky and trembling. Her eyes stayed locked on the screen, watching him watch her. “Can you hear how wet I am? It’s so squishy… every time I push my fingers in.”
She curled her fingers on the next thrust, pressing against that sensitive spot inside, and a broken little gasp escaped her. Her breathing turned ragged fast — chest heaving, lips parted, a flush creeping down her neck and across her breasts. With her free hand she reached up, squeezing one full breast before pinching the stiff nipple between her fingers
They went back and forth like that for long minutes. Her teasing her clit while he pumped his shaft, exchanging filthy compliments. The only sounds in the room were her wet fingers, their breathing, and the steady whir of the ceiling fan.
“I just want to suck your breast while I fuck you deep,” he said. “Make you scream my name.”
“I’d milk your cock with my pussy,” she replied, voice trembling with pleasure. “Squeeze every drop out of you.”
Crikee’s voice grew strained with lust. “One day… when my roommate’s not around… I should bring you over. Would you come?”
Cheryl’s fingers slowed, drawing out the moment. She looked straight into the camera. “Mmm… tell me what you’d do.”
Fantasy Begins: A Night at Crikee’s
Crikee took over the roleplay, his voice low and commanding as he stroked his thick cock slowly on camera.
“If I brought you over one night when my roommate’s out,” he said, “I’d pull you inside the moment you step through the door. I’d push you hard against the wall, kiss you deep and rough, my hands all over that body — squeezing your tight ass, sliding under your dress to feel how wet and ready you already are for me. Then I’d drop straight to my knees, lift your dress up, and bury my face right between your legs… licking that sweet pussy like I’ve been starving for it for years.”
A low sound escaped her as her fingers worked faster, hips shifting against her hand. “Mmm… yes,” she breathed. “Tell me more…”
“I’d lick you nice and slow at first,” he continued, eyes locked on her through the screen, “tongue parting those soft folds, flicking over your swollen clit, sucking it gently between my lips while you grip my hair and moan my name. I’d keep going until you cum hard on my tongue, feel your thighs shaking and squeezing around my head… and only after you’ve soaked my face would I stand up, pull out my cock, and let you drop to her knees in return. You’d take me deep into that pretty mouth, sucking greedily, tongue swirling around the head, tasting every drop of my pre-cum while I hold your hair and fuck your mouth nice and slow.”
She bit her lip hard, breathing heavier now, one hand squeezing her own breast. “Mmm… I would take it all…”
“Then,” he growled, pumping his cock a little faster, “I’d carry you to my bed, lay you down, spread those legs wide open, and push my hard cock into you in one deep thrust. You’d be so wet and ready I’d slide in all the way… stretching that tight married pussy perfectly around me. I’d fuck you slow at first, letting you feel every thick inch, then harder — your legs over my shoulders, my balls slapping against you with every stroke while you moan my name and beg for more.”
Cheryl’s hips rolled instinctively against her fingers. “Yes… just like that… don’t stop…”
He kept going, voice thick and filthy. “I’d flip you over so you can ride me — those delicious breast of yours bouncing while you grind down and take my cock deep inside you. Then I’d put you on all fours and fuck you from behind, one hand grabbing your hair, the other hand slapping your ass until it becomes red, calling you my naughty slut while you push back and take it like you were made for my cock.”
Crikee’s dirty talk became more intense. “Fuck, Cheryl…I can imagine your pussy gripping my cock so tight with every thrust. I can already imagine how you’ll squeeze me, milking every inch like you’re trying to pull the cum right out of me. I want to feel you clench and pulse around my cock when you cum.”
Cheryl let out a soft, needy sound, her fingers moving quicker. “Yes… tell me more…”
“And when I’m deep inside you,” he continued, “I’m going to make you work for it. Squeeze that pussy around my cock every time I thrust. Milk me. I want to feel you trying to drain my balls. I want you to be so full of me by the time I’m done with you.”
Her hips rocked against her hand. “Oh god… Yes, I will… I’d milk you dry…”
Crikee groaned. “And when I finally cum, I’m going to cum so hard inside you. You’ll feel every single pulse as I fill that pussy of yours. I want to cum so much inside you until you feel it leaking out of you for hours after.”
Cheryl’s breathing was getting heavier, her free hand pinching her nipple. “Uh huh… I want that so bad…”
His voice dropped even lower. “After I empty myself inside you, I’m going to flip you over and eat your messy pussy. I want to taste how full of my cum you are while I lick your clit. Then I’m going to fuck you again, slower this time, deeper, until you’re shaking and completely drenched beneath me.”
Cheryl moaned loudly, her thighs trembling as she fingered herself faster. “Yes… fuck, yes…”
She was quiet for a moment, her fingers still moving slowly between her legs, eyes half-lidded but focused on the screen. Then she spoke, voice lower, a new edge of wickedness in it.
“What if we’re too loud?” she asked. “What happens if your landlord hears us fucking in your room?”
To be continued
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Too loud has its perks. 1 month free rental, maybe. Go for it! Haha. Welcome back TS!
haha…. but it doesn’t benefit ME! so i don’t give a sh*t! haha
It’s TGIF so i don’t want to keep people waiting, here’s an update
The Video-Call (Part 2 of 2)
The Landlord Fantasy
“What if we’re too loud?” she asked. “What happens if your landlord hears us fucking in your room?”
Crikee let out a short laugh, though his hand didn’t stop moving on his cock.
“He’d probably get angry than later sure scold me,” he said. “He’s really anal about that kind of thing. He already warned me before — no bringing strangers home. He doesn’t like random people in the house.”
Cheryl bit her lip, still rubbing herself. “Cannot just tell him that I’m your wife?” she said.
Crikee paused for a second, clearly caught off guard. “You think he’d actually believe that?” he asked.
Cheryl smiled, her voice turning teasing. “Maybe. And if he doesn’t… maybe after we finish fucking, I can go convince him to let me stay. And maybe next time he will let me come visit again in the future.”
Crikee’s breathing changed. “What would you do?” he asked, his voice lower now.
“Maybe after we are done fucking,” she said, “I will go to the bathroom to wash up, with only a towel wrapped around me. Than see if I can bump into your landlord?”
Crikee’s hand paused on his cock, then started moving again, faster. “Fuck, Cheryl… you serious?”
She nodded slowly, biting her lip as her fingers circled her clit. “And if I do bump into him on the way, I will explain to him the reason I came over was because I was feeling really lonely. That I missed my husband so much… that we haven’t fucked in a long time and I got so horny I couldn’t wait anymore. And then I’d start telling him how good you fucked me tonight. How you fucked me from behind so deep and hard and made me moan so much… Then I will ask him if he wants to see all the bite and scratch marks that you left all over my body.”
Crikee was breathing harder now, stroking steadily. “And if he says yes, he wants to see?”
“I’d slowly open the towel,” Cheryl continued, her voice growing huskier. “Let it fall open so he can see everything. The bite marks on my breast… the prints you left on my waist and ass… the way my pussy is still swollen from getting fucked so hard. I’d stand there and let him look. Let him see exactly what you just did to me.”
Crikee groaned. “Jesus… and if he wants to touch?”
Cheryl’s hips rolled gently against her hand. She looked straight into the camera. “Then I’d let him. I’d stand there and let his hands run over my tits, squeeze them… feel how warm and soft they are. I’d let him touch the marks you left. Maybe even guide his hand lower… between my legs… so he can feel how wet and messy I still am from you.”
Crikee’s strokes became faster and more urgent. “Fuck…”
“And if he wants to taste me,” she went on, two fingers sliding inside herself again, “I’d let him do that too. I’d lean back against the wall and spread my legs for him. I’d hold his head while he licks my pussy…. I’d let him taste how well you just fucked me.”
She was breathing heavier now, her fingers working faster. “I’ll probably get so wet and horny from his licking and will be moaning so much…. Later he might even ask me into his bedroom.”
Crikee was stroking himself hard now, eyes locked on her. “Would you follow him and let him fuck you there?”
Cheryl bit her lip, her free hand squeezing one of her breasts as she spoke. “I’d let him fuck me. I’d lie on his bed and spread my legs for him. Let him push his cock into me while I’m still sensitive from you. I’d moan for him… tell him how good it feels… how I needed another cock so badly. I can imagine that he’d fuck me slow at first, then harder once he realises how wet and willing I am. I’d let him fuck me until he cum inside me too.”
She let out a shaky sound, her fingers moving quicker between her thighs. “I’d probably cum again while he’s fucking me… knowing you’re in the next room while I’m fucking your landlord.”
Crikee groaned loudly, his hand moving fast and steady. “Jesus, Cheryl… you’re driving me fucking crazy.”
Cheryl smiled at him through the screen, cheeks flushed and eyes heavy with arousal. Her fingers were still moving slowly between her legs as she spoke.
“Maybe next time… he will allow me to go over to your place and wait for you,” she said softly.
Crikee’s breathing had become heavier. He was stroking himself faster now.
Cheryl bit her lower lip, her voice dropping lower. “And while I’m waiting for you… maybe I’ll offer myself to your landlord first. Let him fuck me. Let him get me all wet and horny for you.”
Crikee let out a low groan. “Fuck, Cheryl…”
She nodded, her fingers circling her clit a little faster. “I’ll let him use me… get me all wet and messy. Then when you come home, I’ll show you. I’ll lie on your bed, spread my legs, and show you how well he fucked your wife. How he used my pussy… how much of his cum is leaking out of me.”
She let out a soft moan at her own words, hips rolling against her hand.
“Then you can reclaim me,” she continued, voice breathy. “You can fuck me while I’m still warm and sloppy from him. While I tell you every detail about how he touched me… how he made me cum on his cock before you even got home.”
Crikee was breathing hard now, pumping his cock with clear urgency. “You’d really do that for me?”
Cheryl looked straight into the camera, eyes dark with lust. “I would. I’d be waiting there, freshly fucked by your landlord… just so you can come home and take back what’s yours.”
Climaxing over video
Crikee’s breathing turned ragged. “Fuck, Cheryl… I’m gonna cum… stroking so fast for you…”
Cheryl let out a low sound, her fingers still working between her legs. “Mmm… tell me what you’d do to me if I really went over…”
Crikee groaned, his hand pumping faster. “I’d fuck you so many times throughout the night. I’d cum inside you again and again… probably four or five times before I’m done with you.”
Cheryl let out a breathy moan at the thought, her hips rolling against her fingers. “Four or five times…? You’d really cum inside me that many times?”
“Yes,” Crikee growled, stroking himself harder. “I’d unload everything inside you. Fill your pussy over and over. And after every time, I’d eat you out… lick my own cum out of you while you’re still shaking.”
Cheryl bit her lip, her fingers moving quicker now. There was a teasing lilt in her voice when she spoke again. “You really want to cum inside me that much, huh?”
“Yessss,” Crikee admitted, his voice thick with lust. “I want to fill you up again and again.”
She smiled, even as her breathing grew heavier. “Okay… I’ll let you. You can cum inside me as many times as you want.” She paused for a second, then added in a lower, dirtier tone, “And after you’re done… I’ll sit on your face. Let you lick up all your cum mixed with my juices while I grind on your tongue.”
That was all it took.
Crikee let out a loud, broken groan. His body tensed as his cock pulsed hard in his fist, thick ropes of cum shooting across his stomach and hand. “Fuck— Cheryl…!”
She watched him cum through the screen, her own fingers moving faster between her spread thighs, clearly turned on by the sight and by what she had just said. Her breathing grew ragged, soft sounds escaping as she worked herself closer, the wet sounds of her fingers filling the room until she finally tipped over the edge with a shaky, broken cry. Her thighs trembled hard, her pussy visibly clenching and pulsing around her fingers as the orgasm ripped through her.
Panting, she managed to speak into the phone, voice hoarse. “Crikee… I have to go now. Something… came up. Talk soon, okay?”
She ended the call quickly, the screen going dark.
Hope you enjoyed the read… Till next time~
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The Video-Call (Chapter 2) - Part 1 of 2
2 Weeks Later
It had been about 2 weeks since the last video call, and Crikee had become noticeably more persistent.
At first his messages were casual — asking how she was, what she was doing. But over the past few days they had turned into repeated hints about another video call. He kept bringing it up in their usual WhatsApp chats, sometimes subtle, sometimes not. Cheryl found it increasingly annoying.
That evening, while her husband was sitting on the sofa, she showed him her phone with a small frown.
“He’s been pestering me again,” she said, scrolling through the messages. “Keeps asking when we can do another video call. I already told him I’m busy.”
Her husband glanced at the screen, then looked at her. “So tell him you’re free tonight.”
Cheryl raised an eyebrow. “You want me to call him again?”
He shrugged lightly. “Why not? Just play with him a little. You seemed to enjoy it last time.”
She stared at him for a moment, then let out a small laugh. “You’re really okay with that?”
“I’m okay with it,” he said. There was a pause before he added, “But wear just your bra and panties this time when you call him.”
Cheryl blinked, then gave him a look. “What if he asks why I’m dressed like that?”
Her husband met her eyes. “Then tell him that’s what you usually wear around the house.”
She studied him for a few seconds, then shook her head with a small, teasing smile. “You’re so naughty.”
He didn’t deny it. He just leaned back on the sofa and said, “Go on. Call him.”
Cheryl hesitated a little longer, then sighed and stood up. She went into the bedroom, took off her clothes, and changed into a simple black bra and matching panties. She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment, feeling strangely exposed even though she was still covered. After a short internal debate, she picked up her phone and started the video call with Crikee.
The Call Begins
Crikee answered almost immediately.
He was leaning back against the headboard again, shirtless. The moment the call connected, his eyes widened slightly as he took in what she was wearing.
“Wah…” he said, a slow grin spreading across his face. “How come you’re only in your bra and panties?”
Cheryl felt her cheeks warm but kept her expression casual. She sat on the edge of the bed and adjusted the phone angle so he could see her properly.
“This is what I usually wear around the house,” she said. “It’s comfortable.”
Crikee raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh? Your husband doesn’t mind you walking around like that?”
She gave a small shrug. “Why would he mind.”
Crikee let out a short laugh, but there was a trace of disappointment in his voice when he spoke again.
“Lucky man,” he muttered. “My wife would never do that. I’ve told her before it would be nice if she walked around wearing lesser… but she just looks at me like I’m crazy.”
Cheryl tilted her head slightly, a small smile playing on her lips. “Then tell her again. Maybe she’ll listen this time.”
Crikee shook his head. “Nah. She’ll just call me crazy and tell me to stop being ridiculous.”
Cheryl shifted on the bed, crossing one leg over the other. She was starting to feel the effect of his eyes on her body.
“Why? You like it so much?” she asked, her tone light but curious. “Having your wife walk around the house in just her bra and panties.”
Crikee looked at her through the screen for a moment before answering.
“If it was you…” he said slowly, “and I saw you walking around like that every day? I don’t think I’d be able to control myself.”
Cheryl felt a small spark of heat low in her stomach. She leaned back slightly on her hands.
“What do you mean you will lose control?” she asked, playing along.
Crikee’s voice dropped. “I’d probably be horny all the time. Every time I saw you in the kitchen, or walking past me in the living room… I’d want to grab you. Bend you over and fuck you right there.”
Cheryl’s thighs pressed together instinctively. She could feel herself starting to get wet as she can imagine how it would be.
“How horny would you get?” she asked, her voice softer now.
“Very horny” Crikee replied without hesitation. “I’d probably make you suck my cock every time I see you… while I’m watching TV. Or pull your panties to the side and fuck you. I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.”
Cheryl’s breathing had changed. She could feel the dampness between her legs growing as she listened to him.
Crikee noticed the shift in her expression. “You’re getting horny right?” he said, a small smirk on his face.
Cheryl didn’t deny it. She shifted again on the bed, feeling the wetness growing in her panties.
“Take the bra off,” Crikee said.
She raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on her lips. “Why? You want to see them that badly?”
“Yes,” he replied, his voice lower. “I’ve been thinking about your breast since last time.”
Cheryl didn’t move right away. Instead, she slowly ran her hands up her stomach and cupped her breasts over the bra, squeezing them lightly while looking at the camera.
“You’re missing them so much huh,” she said playfully.
Crikee let out a short laugh. “Can you blame me? Look at you.”
She held his gaze as she reached behind her back and unclasped the bra. She let the straps slide down her arms slowly, then held the bra in front of her chest for a moment before finally letting it fall away.
Her breasts came into view — full and round, with dark nipples already stiff from the cool air and her own touch. She didn’t cover them. Instead, she cupped them again, this time bare, and brushed her thumbs over her nipples.
Crikee’s hand moved faster on his cock. “Fuck… I just want to squeeze them so much.”
Cheryl pinched her nipples lightly, rolling them between her fingers. A soft sigh escaped her lips. She squeezed her breasts together and lifted them slightly, showing them off for the camera while Crikee watched.
“Like this?” she asked, her voice a little breathier.
“Yeah,” he said, eyes locked on her hands. “Squeeze them. I want to see how soft they are.”
She obeyed, squeezing her breasts firmly and pushing them together. Her nipples were hard between her fingers, and she could feel herself getting noticeably wetter from the way he was looking at her.
Crikee groaned softly. “You’re making it very hard to think straight right now.”
Cheryl smiled, still playing with her breasts. “Good.”
Planning the Visit
They stayed like that for a while — Cheryl sitting on the bed in just her panties, slowly playing with her breasts while Crikee stroked himself and watched her.
Eventually, Crikee spoke again.
“So…” he said. “Next weekend. My roommate is going overseas for a few days. I’ll have the place to myself.”
Cheryl let her hands slide down from her breasts. She leaned back on one hand and slipped the other into her panties, her fingers finding her already wet pussy. She started rubbing herself slowly while listening.
“Would you like to come over?” Crikee asked.
She paused, her fingers still gently circling her clit. “I’ll think about it.”
Crikee leaned forward slightly. “Don’t need to think la… just come… I’ll get some good wine. Whatever you like. I’ll make sure there’s plenty to drink.”
Cheryl smiled faintly, her fingers still moving. “Why? you’re trying to get me drunk?”
“No la… I’m just trying to make sure you have a good time that’s all,” he grinned.
She tilted her head, still teasing herself. “I’ll think about it and let you know again, ok?” she said again. Then, after a short pause, she asked, “What would you like me to wear if I come over?”
Crikee’s hand moved a little faster on his cock.
“Something short,” he said. “Maybe a dress that’s easy to take off. No bra. Maybe a thong… or nothing underneath at all? I want easy access.”
Cheryl let out a small laugh, but her fingers didn’t stop moving.
“You want your ‘wife’ to come over dressed like that?” she teased. “Not scared your landlord might see me like that too?”
Crikee groaned softly. “Yeah. I don’t care.”
Cheryl bit her lip, clearly enjoying his reaction. She pushed two fingers inside herself and started fucking herself slowly while looking at the camera.
“Then what would you do?” she asked.
Crikee’s voice dropped lower.
“I’d push you on my bed the moment you walk in,” he said. “I’d kiss you and lift your dress, and bury my face between your legs. I’m going to lick your pussy until you cum to my mouth.”
Cheryl let out a soft moan. Her fingers moved a little faster between her legs.
“I want to feel your thighs squeezing around my face,” Crikee said. “I want to taste how wet you get when I suck and lick your pussy.”
She bit her lip harder, her hips starting to roll up to meet her fingers.
“After you cum… I’m going to stand up, pull my cock out, and fuck you right there hard and deep. I’m not going to be gentle.” he continued
Cheryl’s breathing was getting heavier. She pushed her fingers deeper inside herself.
“I’m going to fuck you until you keep moaning my name and I won’t stop even if you ask me,” Crikee said.
Cheryl let out a shaky breath, her fingers moving steadily inside her.
Using the toy
Crikee watched her finger herself for a while longer before speaking again.
“You’re getting really wet, aren’t you?” he said.
Cheryl nodded, her fingers still moving inside her. “Yeah…”
There was a short pause before she looked at the camera and asked softly, “Can I go get my toy and use it?”
Crikee raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely surprised.
“You have a toy at home?” he asked.
Cheryl gave a small smile. “Yeah.”
He let out a short laugh. “Go lor… take it and show me.”
Cheryl slowly pulled her fingers out of herself and stood up. She walked over to the bedside drawer, opened it, and took out a thick black dildo. It was around 7 inches long, realistic in shape with a slight curve. She brought it back to the bed and held it up toward the camera so Crikee could see it clearly.
“I haven’t used it in a while though,” she said.
Crikee’s eyes stayed on the toy. “Show me how you use it.”
Cheryl bit her lip. She brought the black dildo to her mouth and slowly ran her tongue along the head, circling it teasingly. Then she took it into her mouth, sucking gently at first. She moved her head slowly, taking a little more of it each time, her lips stretching around the thick shaft. She kept her eyes on the camera as she sucked, her cheeks hollowing slightly.
Crikee stroked himself faster as he watched.
“Deeper,” he said.
Cheryl obeyed, taking more of the dildo into her mouth until it pressed against the back of her throat. She held it there for a moment before pulling back, a thin string of saliva connecting her lips to the toy. She did it again, slower this time, letting Crikee see how deep she could take it.
After a while, she pulled the dildo out of her mouth. It was now shiny and wet with her saliva. She lay back down on the bed, spread her legs toward the camera, and brought the thick head down between her thighs.
She rubbed it slowly against her pussy first, coating the head with her wetness. Then she lined it up and began to push it inside herself.
A soft, breathy moan escaped her as the thicker toy stretched her open. She went slowly, working it in inch by inch, her pussy visibly gripping the black shaft. When it was about halfway in, she paused, breathing harder, before continuing to push until most of it was buried inside her.
“Fuck…” Crikee muttered, stroking himself steadily. “That’s it. Take it all.”
Cheryl let out a shaky moan once it was fully inside. She stayed still for a moment, adjusting to the fullness, before she started moving it. At first, her thrusts were slow and deep. She pulled the dildo almost all the way out before sliding it back in, letting Crikee see how wet it had become.
Her breathing grew heavier as she gradually picked up the pace. The wet sounds of the toy moving in and out of her pussy became louder and more obscene. Her free hand moved up to squeeze one of her breasts, pinching her nipple as she fucked herself.
Crikee’s voice was low when he spoke again.
“Faster.”
Cheryl obeyed, moving the dildo quicker. Her hips started to roll up to meet each thrust. Her moans became more frequent and unrestrained as she fucked herself harder with the thick black toy.
To be continued
Apologies for the late update as i have been quiet busy with irl recently.
The Video-Call (Chapter 2) - Part 2 of 2
Reliving The Landlord Fantasy
Cheryl slowly pulled the dildo out of herself. It was glistening with her wetness. Instead of setting it aside, she brought it back up to her mouth and slowly licked along the shaft, tasting herself on it.
Crikee watched her, his hand still moving on his cock.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
Cheryl kept licking the dildo slowly before answering.
“I’m thinking about how hard your landlord would get if he saw me like this,” she said. “I keep imagining… what if he asked me to suck him when you’re not home?”
She looked straight at the camera as she took the head of the dildo back into her mouth and sucked on it slowly, letting Crikee see how she would do it.
Crikee groaned. “Fuck…”
Cheryl pulled the dildo out of her mouth with a wet sound and continued.
“I’d do it just like this for him,” she said, demonstrating again — slow, deep sucks, her tongue working along the shaft. “I’d get on my knees for him and suck his cock exactly like this.”
Crikee’s breathing had become heavier. “I want you to suck me like that too.”
Cheryl smiled, still holding the wet dildo near her lips.
“Do you think he’d cum if I sucked him like this?” she asked teasingly.
“Definitely,” Crikee said without hesitation. “I know I would. I’d probably cum in your mouth multiple times if you sucked me like that.”
Cheryl let out a soft laugh, clearly enjoying his reaction. She brought the dildo back down between her legs and slowly pushed it inside herself again while she spoke.
“I keep thinking what if he starts asking for more,” she said, her voice getting breathier as she started fucking herself with the toy again.
Crikee stroked himself faster. “Tell me.”
Cheryl’s thrusts with the dildo were getting quicker now. She could feel herself getting wetter just from describing it.
“Later he drags me straight into his bedroom and rape me how?” she said. “Throwing me on the bed and just fucking me. Like he’s been controlling himself for so long… always hearing us fuck. I can imagine him just pinning me down on his bed and fucking me hard.”
Crikee let out a low groan. His hand moved faster on his cock.
Cheryl looked at the camera, still fucking herself with the dildo.
“You like that?” she asked. “The idea of your landlord just using me and fucking me as and when he likes?”
“Yeah,” Crikee admitted, his voice thick. “I like the thought of him using you. Treating you like his sex toy.”
Cheryl let out a shaky moan at his words and pushed the dildo even deeper, her pace becoming faster and more desperate. The wet sounds filled the space between them.
Talk Escalates
Crikee was still breathing heavily. He looked at Cheryl through the screen, his hand moving steadily on his cock.
“How I wish I could fuck you every day and cum inside you,” he said, voice rough.
Cheryl let out a small laugh while still slowly fucking herself with the dildo.
“Every day?” she teased.
Crikee didn’t back down. “Yeah, every day. Just unloading inside your pussy and mouth”
Cheryl bit her lip, her fingers moving a little faster on the dildo. She tilted her head and asked:
“If you cum inside me that many times… you are not afraid I’ll get pregnant?”
Crikee paused. His hand slowed down slightly, as if the thought had just hit him properly.
Cheryl continued, her tone teasing but calm. “Mmm… you don’t get to cum inside until I let my husband get me pregnant first.”
Crikee looked at her through the screen, clearly surprised by how casually she said it.
“Once I’m pregnant,” she said, “I’ll let you can cum inside me as many times as you want. As much as you like. Fuck me raw just like how I like it.”
Crikee let out a low groan. His hand started moving faster again.
“… really?” he asked, his voice noticeably more excited.
Cheryl nodded while still fucking herself slowly with the dildo.
“Yes… once I’m pregnant, you can use me however you want. Fill me up every time we meet. I’d let you fuck me whenever you’re hard.”
Crikee’s breathing had become heavier.
“I’d fuck you every day,” he said. “I’ll pick you up every day after work so that I can fuck you and cum inside your pussy before sending you home. Than pick you up in the morning and cum in your mouth before you go to work also.”
Cheryl bit her lip, clearly enjoying his reaction. She started moving the dildo a little faster.
“Maybe…” she said teasingly, “when my husband isn’t home, maybe I’ll even let you drive over to my place and you can fuck me all over the house. You can be the husband for the day.”
Crikee groaned at the idea.
“You’d really let me do that?” he asked.
Cheryl smiled at the camera.
“Maybe,” she said. “If you’re good.”
Crikee kept stroking himself, visibly turned on.
“After that, I want you to shower with me together,” he said. “And while we’re in the shower… I want you to pee on me also.”
Cheryl paused for a second. The request caught her off guard. She felt a small rush of heat between her legs. That’s really dirty… she thought. She started fucking herself harder with the dildo.
“How do you want it?” she asked, her voice lower.
Crikee’s breathing was heavy. “I want you to squat over me… and pee all over my body. On my dick while I stroke myself.”
Cheryl let out a soft, aroused moan. She was thrusting the dildo faster now. The idea was filthy, but it was doing something to her.
“You want me to squat over you and pee on you?” she asked, clearly turned on by how dirty the request was. “While you lie there and take it?”
“Yeah,” Crikee groaned.
Cheryl’s voice became more breathy. “Maybe I’ll squat over your face… spread my pussy open… and let it all out. I’ll pee all over you while you lie there.”
Crikee’s breathing suddenly became much heavier and more strained.
“Fuck… fuck… that will be so hot” he groaned. “You’re going to make me cum so fucking soon…”
Cheryl looked at him through the camera with a small, knowing smile, still slowly fucking herself with the dildo.
Building to Climax
Crikee was still breathing heavily, his cock hard and aching in his hand as he looked at Cheryl through the screen.
“Fuck… I envy your husband so fucking much,” he said. “If you were my wife, I’d fuck you every single day. Multiple times a day. I’d wake you up with my cock already inside you and cum inside you before you even got out of bed. You’d never go a day without my cum leaking out of you.”
Cheryl moaned softly at his words. She started fucking herself with the dildo again, moving it steadily in and out of her pussy while she spoke.
“I’m creaming so much on this dildo right now…” she said, her voice breathy. “It’s getting so wet and creamy… I’m pretending it’s your cum. I’m imagining you just finish fucking me and you came so much inside me.”
She slowly pulled the thick black dildo out of herself, letting Crikee see how much of her cream was coating it. She held it up and looked at him through the camera.
“Is this how you like your me to lick all the cum off your cock after you’ve fucked me?” she asked, her tone slutty and teasing.
Without waiting for an answer, she brought the dildo to her mouth and slowly licked along the shaft, dragging her tongue over the creamy wetness in a slow, seductive manner while keeping eye contact with Crikee. She licked it thoroughly, almost like she was cleaning it, before sliding it back inside her pussy with a soft moan.
Crikee groaned at the sight, his hand moving faster on his cock.
“Fuck… yeah,” he said. “Just like that.”
Cheryl continued fucking herself with the dildo, her hips moving more now.
“I’d lick it all up for you” she said. “Every drop. I’d be such a good wife and clean your cock with my mouth after you’ve cum inside me.”
Crikee was stroking himself harder now, clearly turned on.
“Keep going,” he muttered.
Cheryl pulled the dildo out again and licked it slowly once more, making sure he could see her tongue working over the creamy shaft.
“I’d get on my knees and lick every bit of cum off you,” she continued filthily. “Then I’d push whatever’s left in my pussy out and show you… just like this.”
She pushed the dildo back inside herself and started fucking herself properly now — deeper and faster — while still talking.
“I’d let you use me however you want, baby. I’d be your good wife. You could fuck me anywhere in the house and I’d take it like how you want. I’d let you bend me over and fuck me hard. I’d let you fuck me on our living room floor and leave me leaking.”
Crikee was breathing harder now, his hand moving quickly on his cock.
“Fuck… baby, I’m getting close,” he groaned.
He watched her intently and said in a low, commanding voice: “Pump that dildo in and out of yourself faster. Imagine I’m fucking you hard right now — really pounding your pussy like I own it.”
Cheryl let out a moan and immediately started thrusting the dildo faster and deeper.
“Oh yes… fuck me harder” she moaned. “Fuck me harder. I want it.”
Crikee groaned at her words, stroking himself even faster.
“Keep going,” he said. “Imagine the dildo is cock slamming into you. Imagine I’m fucking you so deep you can’t think.”
Cheryl obeyed, fucking herself harder with the dildo while moaning.
“Yes, yes… just like that. Fuck me harder. Give me more.”
Crikee’s breathing became ragged. “Fuck……. I’m so close…”
Cheryl fucked herself faster, her voice becoming more urging.
“Cum for me,” she moaned. “Cum inside me. I know you want it so much. I want you to fill me up so much.”
Crikee let out a loud, strained groan as his cock suddenly jerked hard in his hand. Thick ropes of cum exploded out of him, shooting across his stomach, chest, and even hitting the phone screen. He kept stroking through it, his body tensing as more cum kept spilling out.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck….” he gasped, unable to stop.
Cheryl watched him cum while still thrusting the dildo inside herself. Her voice became even dirtier and more urging.
“That’s it… cum for me,” she moaned. “Give it all to me. I want every drop… don’t hold back, I want it all inside me.”
Crikee groaned loudly again as another thick spurt of cum shot out, making an even bigger mess across his stomach and hand. He kept stroking, breathing hard, completely lost in the fantasy as Cheryl continued talking him through it.
“Mmm… you came so much” Cheryl said softly, still slowly fucking herself. “I can imagine feeling you so much and letting it slowly leak out of me.”
Crikee was still catching his breath, his body twitching slightly as the last few drops of cum leaked out of his cock. He looked completely spent, covered in his own mess.
Cheryl watched him through the screen, breathing heavily.
The End
Back from some time off…. Will be writing about some of “Cheryl’s” flings during her Uni days. Hope you guys enjoy!
University Fling #1 - (Part 1 of 3)
The Group Project
Cheryl checked the time again on her phone. The project deadline was creeping closer, and the usual Starbucks meetings were becoming less productive. Two of the other group members had already said they couldn’t make it. When Shawn suggested they meet at his place instead, she had hesitated for a moment before replying “ok”.
“My parents not home the whole afternoon. Air-con in my room. Can focus better,” he had written. It made sense. Proper air-conditioning and space.
Now she stood outside the HDB flat, knocking on the door. Shawn opened the door in a faded singlet and basketball shorts, spectacles slightly crooked, acne scars visible on his face. He gave her a small smile. “Come in. Nobody home.”
His room was small and typical — posters of female celebrities and models on the walls, clothes and magazines scattered around, a small study table with his laptop open, and a television with a VCD player on a low shelf. The strong cigarette smell faded once he turned on the air-conditioner.
They setup their laptops side by side at the table. Cheryl wore a thin white spaghetti-strap top, a visibly showing pink bra underneath and short FBT bottoms. As they worked, she caught Shawn glancing down her top several times. Each time it happened, her nipples tightened noticeably against the thin fabric of her bra, but she didn’t say anything or move to cover herself.
After about forty minutes, Shawn leaned back. “Eh, take a break? I go grab drinks. Got beer in the fridge. We can work and drink at the same time, more fun right?”
Cheryl laughed. “You serious? Drinking while doing project?”
“Why not? Just one or two. Help relax.” He was already standing up.
She hesitated, then nodded. “Okay lah. One only.”
He came back with two cold cans of Tiger, opened them, and passed one to her. They drank while continuing to work. The alcohol slowly made the conversation drift from the project into personal territory.
“So now you attached or not?” Shawn asked casually.
“Nope. Am single now,” Cheryl answered. “You?”
“Also single. My last girlfriend was in secondary school. Only one. After that… no chance. My face like this,” he gestured at his acne scars and spectacles, “hard to get girls interested.”
Cheryl laughed softly. “You’re not that bad la. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
He smiled but didn’t seem convinced.
A while later he said he needed a smoke. He opened the bedroom window, leaned out, and lit a cigarette. He offered her one.
She shook her head. “No thanks. My clothes will smell and my parents will know when I go home.”
He nodded and smoked quietly. After a moment, Cheryl asked, “I kaypoh and look around your room, ok?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
She stood up and wandered slowly around the small space. The posters, the mess, the small TV setup. Then her eyes landed on a stack of VCDs in plastic sleeves beside the player. She picked one up. The cover was explicit — a woman on her knees with her mouth open around a thick cock. She flipped through a few more. All porn.
She turned to him with a teasing smile. “Wah, someone naughty ah? Watching all these videos.”
Shawn laughed, a little sheepish. “Not mine lah. Borrowed from a friend. He got a lot.”
Cheryl raised an eyebrow and continued looking through the cases, turning them over slowly.
Shawn finished his cigarette and stepped back inside. He watched her still flipping through the VCDs.
“You watch porn before or not?” he asked.
She paused, then answered honestly. “Just a few times. With my ex.”
“Really? What kind you usually watch?”
“Just normal kind?”
Shawn leaned against the table. “So… how often do girls like to have sex with their boyfriend? Every day? Or what?”
Cheryl let out a small laugh, feeling a little shy. “Depends on the couple? My ex and I… we only did it once a week. Usually on weekends when we met.”
Shawn nodded, taking that in. “What positions you like?”
Cheryl’s face warmed. She shifted uncomfortably and looked down. “Hmm…. We just do the normal stuff?”
Shawn noticed her shyness and didn’t push too hard. “Okay… what else you like guys to do? Oral?”
She hesitated again, clearly shy. “Oral is… okay. Nothing that I like or dislike I think?”
Shawn was quiet for a few seconds, then shared about his own past. “My ex… she wanted it almost every day. Keep asking me for it. We did it in my room when parents not home, in her house when her parents went out. She was always very horny.”
Cheryl laughed softly, but she seemed a little surprised by how open he was. “Isn’t that what guys like?”
“Yeah. After we broke up, nothing for a long time.”
He looked at her. “When was the last time you had sex?”
Cheryl paused for a longer moment this time. Her voice was quieter. “Hmmm… years ago I when I broke up with my ex?”
Shawn didn’t look away. “And last time you masturbated?”
Cheryl looked even more embarrassed. She gave a small, awkward laugh and shook her head slightly. “Don’t remember. Not often anyway.”
Discovering the Stash and the Long Conversation
Cheryl was still holding one of the porn VCD cases. She turned it over slowly in her hands, clearly a little flustered by how personal the conversation had become.
Shawn watched her. “You never watch one of these alone before?”
She shook her head. “No la… Only with my ex. He would put on sometimes when we are at his house.”
“So did you enjoy watching it?” he asked.
She gave him a shy look. “Hmmm…. I think it was ok? Don’t really have a preference.”
He smiled, respecting her shyness but still curious. “My ex… she love watching porn when we have sex. Says it turns her on.”
Cheryl felt her nipples tighten under her bra again, but she stayed quiet.
He continued gently. “Last time you had sex… was it good?”
“Hmm…. It was okay? Just normal?” she said quietly.
Shawn respected her boundary and changed the subject slightly, though the tension in the room remained thick.
Watching the Video
Shawn broke the moment gently. “Eh… you want to watch one of these for a while? Before we go back to working. Just for fun.”
Cheryl looked at the stack, then at him. She knew she should say no. But the beer, the conversation, and the way her body was reacting made her feel reckless and curious. She nodded slowly. “Maybe just for a while. Then we really need to continue working.”
Shawn’s eyes lit up. He took a VCD, slotted it in, and turned on the television. He walked to his bedroom door and locked it. “Just in case my parents come back early.”
They sat at the edge of the bed as the video started.
On screen, an Asian woman was on her knees, sucking a man’s cock with enthusiasm, looking up at him. Wet, sloppy sounds came from the speakers. Then he bent her over and started fucking her hard from behind. The woman moaned loudly, pushing back against him, her breasts swinging with every thrust.
Shawn watched but kept glancing at Cheryl. “See how she takes it all in her mouth? Guys like that a lot.”
Cheryl watched, her thighs pressed together tightly. She could feel herself getting wetter, her panties starting to cling to her skin. Even though she felt shy about watching something so explicit with him, she didn’t look away.
Shawn shifted beside her. She glanced down and saw the front of his basketball shorts tenting noticeably. He wasn’t wearing underwear. The outline of his cock was clear and thick, with a visible wet spot at the tip.
He noticed her looking. “Sorry ah… this video starting to make me horny already.”
Cheryl’s mouth felt dry. She kept watching the screen, but her eyes kept returning to the bulge in his shorts.
Shawn’s voice was lower. “I wish I can find a girl who will do that… let me fuck her mouth like that.”
On screen, the man was now pounding the woman hard, gripping her hair.
Shawn looked at Cheryl. “You ever let a guy fuck your mouth like that?”
She hesitated, then nodded slightly, still shy. “Once or twice. With my ex.”
“Did you like it?”
“Hmm.. it was ok?” she admitted quietly.
Shawn exhaled. “Fuck. You also quite steady ah.”
They watched for another minute. The woman on screen was cumming hard, her body shaking violently.
Shawn suddenly paused the video. “This is getting me too horny. Need another smoke.” He stood up, his cock still tenting his shorts obscenely. “You want one also? Or you still don’t want because of the smell?”
Cheryl looked at the paused screen, then at him. Her body felt hot all over. “Hmm… I think you go ahead… I scared my clothes later will smell”
Shawn stepped closer. “If you don’t mind… you can take off your top since you are wearing bra inside. Then the smoke won’t stick to your clothes already. No big deal la. I can take off mine also, make it fair. Door is locked. Nobody else will see.”
He was persistent, voice hopeful. “Really. Can one.”
Cheryl looked at him for a long moment. Her heart was beating hard. She knew this was crossing a line. But everything felt charged. She stood up slowly. “Ok… just for the smoke,” she said, voice unsteady.
She pulled her white spaghetti-strap top over her head and dropped it on the bed. She stood there in just her pink bra and FBT shorts. Her nipples were already hard and visibly poking against the thin fabric.
Shawn stared for a second, breathing heavier, then quickly pulled his singlet off. His chest was lean. His shorts were still tented, the wet spot darker and more obvious now.
They walked to the window together.
To Be Continued
University Fling #1 - (Part 2 of 3)
The Window: Slow Tease and Stripping
Shawn lit a cigarette and handed it to her, then lit his own. They stood side by side at the open window, her in just a bra and shorts, him shirtless. The afternoon breeze came in, cool against their skin. Across the way, other HDB blocks stood with some windows open. Anyone looking over would be able to see them clearly.
Shawn glanced at her body openly, eyes lingering on the swell of her breasts. “Your bra very sexy. Pink looks damn good on you. You got nice body. Your ex was really lucky to have a girlfriend like you.”
Cheryl took a drag and exhaled outside. She felt exposed. The breeze brushed over her bare stomach and the tops of her breasts.
Shawn continued, voice low. “If I had a girlfriend like you… I sure cannot control myself one. Will want to fuck every day. I also like girls who wear shorts like yours.”
She laughed softly, breathier than intended. “Maybe you just too long never have a girlfriend.”
He smiled. “Ya maybe… maybe that’s why dick itchy.”
He finished his cigarette first. He moved slowly behind her, placing both hands on the window ledge on either side of her, caging her without quite touching. His body heat was close behind her back.
Without saying a word, Shawn playfully pressed his hips forward and rubbed the front of his tented shorts against her bum, moving left and right in a slow, deliberate motion. The hard ridge of his cock pressed firmly against the thin fabric of her FBT shorts.
Cheryl burst out laughing. “Eh! What are you doing?!” she demanded playfully, still holding her cigarette. She swung one hand behind her to swat him away.
Her hand accidentally brushed against the front of his shorts — and she immediately felt the wet heat. Her fingers had touched the obvious tent, and it was soaked with pre-cum.
Shawn let out a small laugh behind her. “Wah, why you touch my dick,” he said teasingly. “You molesting me ah?”
Cheryl quickly pulled her hand back, her face heating up even as she laughed. “You’re the one doing funny things first!” she protested, still smiling.
Shawn grinned. “Still, you touched it. Now you got evidence on your hand… it’s wet.”
Cheryl shook her head, laughing again as she turned her attention back to smoking. “You very naughty today huh”
Only after the short playful exchange did Shawn’s hands slowly move toward her bra’s shoulder straps. He gently tugged at one of them.
“Shawn…” she warned softly, still smiling. “Stop being annoying.”
Shawn gave a small laugh. “I never do anything leh,” he replied innocently, even as he continued tugging the strap slowly downward, taking his time.
Cheryl felt it slip further off her shoulder. “Hello mister? what do you think you are doing?” she asked again, half laughing, half breathless.
Shawn laughed softly behind her. “I’m really not doing anything lah,” he said, voice amused as he kept gently pulling. The strap slid down her arm.
She felt the strap fall completely off her shoulder. “Shawn…” she warned again, but there was still laughter in her voice and she didn’t pull away.
He moved to the other strap and started tugging it as well, slow and deliberate. “What? I’m not doing anything lah…” he said with another small laugh, even as the second strap began to slip down.
Cheryl shook her head, smiling despite herself. “You hor.. really cannot stand you…”
Shawn’s hands moved to her back. She felt his fingers working at the clasp of her bra, fumbling slightly but determined.
“What are you doing now?” she asked, but there was no real force in it.
“Nothing lah” he said with a quiet laugh, but the clasp came undone with a soft snap.
He gently pulled the pink bra away from her body and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were bare, nipples stiffening further in the cool breeze from the open window. The air made her skin prickle.
Cheryl turned around slowly, now topless. Shawn stared at her bare breasts for a long moment, breathing heavily.
“Can I touch them?” he asked quietly, his voice almost pleading. “I haven’t touched a girl’s breasts in a very long time… I really miss the feeling.”
Cheryl hesitated, her arms half-raising as if she might cover herself. She looked at him, then down at his hands, clearly conflicted. After a few seconds, she gave a small, reluctant nod.
“Only a little k?” she said softly, almost as a warning.
Shawn stepped closer and gently cupped both of her breasts with his hands. He squeezed them softly at first, feeling their weight and softness. A low groan escaped him.
“Fuck… they’re so soft,” he muttered, almost to himself.
He began caressing them more deliberately, his thumbs slowly brushing over her stiff nipples. He gently rolled and played with them, watching how they reacted to his touch. Cheryl’s breathing quickened noticeably. The cool breeze from the open window made her skin even more sensitive, and his warm hands felt intense against her bare breasts.
Shawn continued fondling her, squeezing and caressing with clear appreciation. “They feel even better than I imagined… so soft and full in my hands.”
Cheryl’s breathing grew heavier. She opened her mouth, about to tell him that was enough, but before she could speak, Shawn leaned down and latched onto one nipple with clear hunger, sucking firmly.
“Mmmmm…” he groaned against her skin as he sucked. “Taste so good…”
Cheryl let out a soft moan mixed with a small laugh, her hand resting on the back of his head. “Shawn… what are you doing…”
He kept sucking, switching between firm pulls and slower, wet licks. After a while, he pulled back just enough to speak against her wet nipple. “I’ve been thinking about sucking on them since just now.”
“Shawn… ahhhhh… you’re sucking too hard…” she moaned, even as her back arched slightly into his mouth.
He latched onto the other nipple and sucked just as hungrily, one hand squeezing the breast he wasn’t sucking on. “Your nipples are so hard already. Does my sucking make it feel good?”
“Shawn… it’s too sensitive…” Cheryl breathed, her fingers tightening in his hair.
He switched back to the first nipple, sucking harder for a few seconds before pulling off again. “I’ve been staring at these since just now. Imagining how they’d feel in my mouth. How they’d taste.”
“Shawn… enough….” she whimpered, but her body betrayed her as she pressed her chest forward.
He looked up at her with dark eyes while licking her nipple slowly. “Why? Doesn’t it feel good? I bet your pussy is getting wet already.”
“Shawn… ahh…” Cheryl moaned, her thighs pressing together. “You’re being too rough…”
He sucked harder on the other breast, then muttered against her skin, “You actually like it right? Your nipples are getting so hard.”
She didn’t answer with words. Instead, a shaky moan escaped her as he continued feasting on her breasts. He kept switching between them, sucking and licking hungrily while occasionally speaking between breaths.
“Fuck… just can’t stop sucking these. So fucking delicious.”
“Shawn… stop… enough…” Cheryl said weakly, her voice trembling as he sucked particularly hard on one nipple.
“Mmmm….,” he growled softly against her breast. “I’ve waited too long for this.”
He kept going for a long time, switching between rough sucking and slower, wet licks, his hand squeezing whichever breast wasn’t in his mouth. Cheryl’s moans became more continuous, her body clearly responding despite her shy protests.
Only after spending a long while on her breasts did his free hand slowly slide down. He kept sucking on one nipple as his fingers slipped into her FBT shorts and under her yellow panties. She was already soaking wet. He rubbed her slowly at first, spreading her wetness over her folds, before pushing two fingers inside her with a smooth motion. The wet sound was loud in the quiet room.
Cheryl moaned louder, her hand gripping his hair tighter. “Shawn…” she breathed, her voice unsteady. “Stop…”
He groaned against her nipple and sucked harder, pumping his fingers faster, curling them while his thumb began circling her clit. The wet sounds grew more obscene. Cheryl’s legs felt weaker. She leaned back against the window ledge for support.
“Ahhhhhh… your fingers…” she moaned, her hips moving slightly against his hand.
Shawn kept going for a while, then suddenly slowed his fingers down just as her breathing started to quicken and her thighs began to tremble. He eased the pressure on her clit, keeping her right on the edge without letting her tip over.
Cheryl let out a frustrated whimper. “Shawn…”
He looked up at her with a small smirk, still sucking on her nipple, but his fingers moved even slower now, barely moving inside her. She squirmed against his hand, trying to get more friction.
“Shawn… please…” she breathed, her voice needy.
He pulled his mouth off her breast and looked at her flushed face. “Are you going to cum soon?” he asked quietly.
She nodded quickly, biting her lip.
He slowly pulled his fingers almost all the way out, then pushed them back in just once, deep and deliberate, before stopping again. “Not yet,” he said, voice low. He went back to sucking on her breasts, keeping his fingers still inside her, letting her feel how full she was without giving her the movement she desperately wanted.
Cheryl’s thighs were shaking. She tried to rock her hips against his hand, but he held her steady with his other arm around her waist. Every time her breathing started to quicken again, he would slow down or stop completely, keeping her hovering right at the edge.
“Shawn… I’m so close…” she whimpered after several minutes of this teasing.
“I know,” he murmured against her breast. “You’re dripping down my hand. But you’re not allowed to cum yet.”
He kept her there for a long while, alternating between slow, deep fingering and bringing her right to the brink before denying her. By the time he finally pulled his fingers out completely, her legs were trembling badly, and her inner thighs were shiny with wetness.
He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean while looking at her, then grabbed both her wrists and pushed her backward onto his bed.
Surrender – The First Intense Round
He quickly grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer. He pulled down his shorts, revealing his hard cock, already glistening with pre-cum. He rolled the condom on.
He positioned himself between her legs and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her soaked slit, coating himself in her wetness. Cheryl gasped at the contact, her hips twitching. Then he pushed in with one smooth, deep thrust.
The moment he was fully inside her, something in him snapped.
He started fucking her hard and fast — deep, powerful thrusts that made the bed shake beneath them. All his pent-up sexual frustration poured out of him as he pounded into her relentlessly. The wet sounds of her pussy were loud with every stroke.
Cheryl moaned loudly, her hands gripping his arms. “Ahh— Shawn…”
He didn’t slow down at first. He kept thrusting hard and fast, the wet squelching sounds of her pussy filling the room. She could feel every inch of him stretching her. Her breasts bounced hard with every thrust.
“Fuck… your pussy is so wet,” he groaned. “You’re leaking all over my cock.”
He suddenly slowed down for a few thrusts, grinding deep and letting her feel every inch before picking up the hard pace again.
“Shawn… you’re going too fast…” she moaned, her voice shaky.
He kept fucking her hard, then slowed again just to roll his hips. “Your breasts look so fucking good bouncing like this when I fuck you,” he said roughly. “And your pussy is gripping me so tight every time I go deep.”
Cheryl moaned louder, her body responding to both the hard fucking and his words. Shawn continued mixing hard, fast thrusts with slower, deeper grinding, commenting on her body the entire time.
“Fuck… you’re getting even wetter. I can hear how soaked you are.”
He kept this rhythm for a while — hard and relentless one moment, then slowing down to make her feel every thick inch the next — until Cheryl was moaning almost continuously.
“Shawn… I think I’m going to cum… going to cum…” she finally gasped.
“Cum for me,” he growled. “Cum on my cock.”
Cheryl came hard, her back arching as the orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy clenched tightly around him in strong, rhythmic waves. Shawn kept fucking her through it, drawing out every pulse of her orgasm until she was left trembling and breathless beneath him.
Only after she started to come down did he finally let go. With a deep groan, he thrust all the way in and came hard and flooding his cum inside the condom.
He stayed buried inside her for several seconds, breathing heavily, before slowly pulling out, removing the condom, and tossing it into the waste basket.
Both of them were sweaty and breathing hard. Cheryl’s body was still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. Her inner thighs were visibly wet.
To Be Continued
University Fling #1 - (Part 3 of 3)
Smoke and Round Two
Shawn sat up after a minute, still catching his breath. He looked at her naked body and smiled. “Another smoke? I like to smoke after sex.”
He got up and walked to the window completely naked. His cock was still semi-hard. He lit a cigarette and looked back at her. “Come join me.”
Cheryl slowly got up and walked over to the window. Both of them stood there completely naked. Shawn lit the cigarette for her. They took a few puffs in silence, the cool breeze brushing against their bare skin.
After a moment, Shawn turned toward her and pulled her closer by the waist. He leaned in and kissed her deeply while they were both still holding their cigarettes. Cheryl responded, kissing him back as their tongues met. While they kissed, his free hand moved up to gently squeeze and play with her breast. She let out a soft moan into his mouth.
They stayed like that for a while — kissing, touching, and occasionally taking slow drags from their cigarettes. Shawn’s hand kept roaming over her body, squeezing her ass and playing with her breasts while she slowly stroked his cock with her free hand. The combination of the cool breeze, the taste of smoke in their kisses, and their hands on each other felt charged and intimate.
After a few minutes, Shawn gently guided her downward by the back of her neck.
Cheryl went to her knees in front of him. She took his hard cock into her mouth and started sucking, one hand holding the base while the other still held her cigarette. She would suck for a while, swirling her tongue around the head and taking him deeper, then pause to take a slow puff, exhale to the side, and go back to sucking. Occasionally, she would blow a thin stream of smoke directly over his wet cock before taking him back into her mouth.
Shawn let out a low groan, his hand resting on her head. “Fuck… your mouth feels so good…”
Cheryl glanced up at him while still sucking. She pulled back slightly and asked softly, “Do you like how I suck you?”
“Shit… yes,” Shawn muttered, his fingers gently tightening in her hair. “Keep going just like that.”
She took him back into her mouth and continued, sometimes focusing on the head with her tongue while taking slow puffs from the cigarette. Shawn watched her intently, occasionally guiding her head with gentle pressure.
After a while, he held her head more firmly and started moving his hips in slow, shallow thrusts, fucking her mouth while she continued to hold the cigarette. Cheryl moaned around his cock, the vibration making him groan.
“Don’t stop smoking,” he said, voice rough. “Keep sucking me while you smoke.”
She obeyed, alternating between sucking him and taking puffs, occasionally blowing smoke over his cock. The sight of her on her knees, naked, with a cigarette in her hand and his cock in her mouth, was intensely erotic. Shawn let her continue like this for a long time, clearly enjoying both the sensation and the view.
Eventually, he finished his cigarette and stubbed it out. He pulled her up, turned her around, and pushed her forward so she was leaning toward the window ledge.
He rolled on a new condom and slid into her pussy from behind in one smooth thrust.
Cheryl gasped. “Shawn—”
He started fucking her, standing doggy at the open window. One hand stayed on her waist, the other reached around to grab her breast, squeezing and rolling her nipple. The cool afternoon breeze brushed against their skin as he moved inside her. Anyone looking from the opposite block would clearly see her naked and getting fucked from behind.
“Fuck, your pussy feels even better the second time,” he groaned. “The window’s open… Anyone could look over right now and see me fucking you like this.”
Cheryl moaned, her free hand gripping the window ledge. Shawn kept fucking her steadily, rubbing her clit with his fingers while he thrust. The wet sounds of her pussy were loud.
She could feel herself getting close, but Shawn suddenly slowed down and stopped moving completely, his cock buried deep inside her.
Shawn pulled out and turned her around, breathing heavily.
“Fuck… I need more,” he muttered, voice rough. He guided her toward the bed. “Get on the bed. On your knees.”
Cheryl climbed onto the bed. She got on all fours, ass raised, looking back at him. The breeze from the open window brushing against their skin.
Shawn climbed onto the bed behind her and thrust back into her in one smooth motion — this time going noticeably deeper.
“Fuck…” he groaned. “Much better.”
He started fucking her harder, the new angle letting him drive deeper with every stroke. The bed creaked beneath them as he picked up the pace. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he pounded into her.
After a few thrusts, Shawn’s hands slid down to her ass. He grabbed both cheeks firmly, squeezing them hard as he continued fucking her. His fingers dug into the soft flesh, pulling her back onto his cock with every thrust.
“Fuck… your ass feels so good,” he groaned. “So soft and full in my hands.”
He squeezed her ass harder, spreading her cheeks slightly so he could watch his cock sliding in and out of her. The wet sounds of her pussy grew louder with every deep stroke.
Cheryl moaned, her hands gripping the sheets. “Shawn… ahh—”
He gave her ass a firm squeeze, then delivered a sharp slap on one cheek. The sound echoed in the room.
“You fucking look so hot la,” he muttered, voice thick with lust. “Bent over like this… taking my cock so well. Imagine our classmates seeing your ass getting fucked right now.”
He grabbed her ass again with both hands, using it to pull her back hard onto him as he thrust forward. Her ass jiggled with every impact. He kept kneading and squeezing her cheeks while he fucked her, occasionally spreading them to get a better view.
“Fuck… I love how your ass looks from behind,” he groaned. “Look so fucking sexy.”
He gave her another firm slap on the other cheek, then went back to gripping her ass tightly as he pounded into her.
Cheryl moaned louder, her body rocking forward with every thrust. “Ahh… yes… yes… fuck me harder.”
Shawn let out a low laugh, still squeezing and spreading her ass as he fucked her. “You like it right. Getting fucked like this.”
He continued fucking her steadily from behind, his hands constantly moving over her ass — squeezing, slapping lightly, and pulling her back onto his cock. Every now and then he would spread her cheeks again, watching himself disappear inside her while commenting on how good she looked.
Cheryl’s moans became more broken as he kept playing with her ass while thrusting into her. Shawn maintained a strong grip on her cheeks, using them to control the pace as he fucked her harder and deeper.
“Ahh… ahh… I think I’m cumming soon again” she breathed.
“Don’t cum yet,” he said firmly.
Cheryl whimpered and tried to push back against him, but he held her hips still.
“Say it,” he ordered. “Tell me you want to cum on my cock.”
“I want to cum on your cock,” she said, voice shaky.
He gave her one slow thrust, then stopped again. “Louder.”
“I want to cum on your cock… please…”
He started moving again, but kept the pace slow and controlled, rubbing her clit just enough to keep her on edge. Every time her breathing quickened and her pussy began to flutter around him, he would slow down or stop completely.
“Shawn… I’m so close…” she whimpered.
“I know,” he said. “But you’re not allowed to cum until I say so.”
He kept edging her like this for a long while. Every time she got close, he would stop moving and just stay buried deep inside her, sometimes rubbing her clit very lightly, sometimes not at all. Her pussy would clench visibly around his cock, trying to pull him deeper, and the wet sounds became even more desperate as she squirmed against him.
“Please…” she finally begged, voice cracking. “Please let me cum…”
Shawn leaned forward, his mouth near her ear. “Beg properly.”
“Please… please let me cum on your cock. I need it so bad…”
He gave her a few hard thrusts, then rubbed her clit faster. “Ok… cum for me,” he growled. “Cum for me now.”
Cheryl came hard, her entire body shaking as the orgasm crashed through her in strong, prolonged waves. Her pussy clenched tightly around him over and over again. She dropped onto her elbows, moaning loudly as the pleasure rolled through her. Shawn kept fucking her through it until she was left trembling and breathless.
Only after she started to come down did he finally let himself go. With a deep groan, he thrust all the way in and came hard inside the condom.
When he finally pulled out, he removed the condom and brought the full bulb near her face.
“Fuck… look at how much I came,” he said, voice rough. “You made me cum so much… twice.”
Cheryl, still breathing hard, looked at the condom and then up at him. She slowly leaned forward and ran her tongue along the bulb in a slow, deliberate lick, maintaining eye contact. She took her time, licking it thoroughly and teasingly while Shawn watched her with dark, aroused eyes.
“Fuck… that’s so hot,” he muttered. “Keep going. Lick it clean for me.”
Cheryl continued licking the condom slowly, running her tongue over it several times while he watched. She made sure to be deliberate and teasing with every movement of her tongue until the bulb was mostly clean.
Shawn stared at her the entire time, clearly turned on by the sight.
The End