I have always wanted to pen my experiences but never got around doing it. A regular reader at sammyboy but never one who contribute. So let me get some of my old stories out.
A bit of intro. I am a Malaysian, a professional and self employed. I was nerdy and didn’t get much action until very much later in life. Of course like most, I peaked during my uni time. I am no way a looker and not those tycoon rich fellow. More likely your run of the mill kind of guys. I guess I am lucky and possibly with the help of internet, most got to know me first before seeing me.
But unlike most brothers here, I don’t go for the prettiest faces. But rather I prefer my women to be highly intelligent and where possible, holding important positions. I do prefer older women too. Having said that, I do not go for average looking ones either. I prefer presentable looking and those “good” girl looks. All the locations, names and any other possible identifying informations will be changed. Some inconsistencies may surface most likely due to those changes I have made.
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Anyways, for my first story, it will be about this Singapore girl. I was into my fourth year of a long undergraduate degree. I am sure most of you would know which is undergraduate course has the longest duration right? It was an extremely stressful year where statistically in the past more than 25% would fail this year. I was not the study type and you are more likely to see me hanging in some of the hotter pubs in The Rocks than in the library.
But occasionally when I do feel the stress, I would go online and look for people to chat with. Occasionally not having the person physically in front of you, means you are more likely to explore matters of the hearts and in many cases, even sexual experiences. I mean how many of you could say you have used Alamak chat before? I was there using the lynx to alamak chat with people from all over the world. That was the days before IRC.
But with this girl, it was with IRC. The year was 1996. I would normally login around midnight (Sydney time). This would mean around 9pm Singapore time. If anyone who message me with ASL, would immediately receive an ignore from me. I do prefer substance. Prefer those with more dense cerebral materials.
My usual would always ask, why online? Back then, internet can be quite pricey. Not everyone would hog the line. She is a girl who was in her late 20s then. But because of her qualification and her work ethics, she rose and was an AVP even before turning 30s in a large bank dealing with loan approvals above $5m.
It was hectic as it was the period before the big financial crisis and everyone was hopping mad to look for money to speculate this and that. And a lot of time, the paper works can be quite messy with very ridiculous supporting documents. Yet she receives pressures from both side, the customers and her superiors to “overlook”.
I was there to support and of course being a much younger guy, there ain’t much I can do as I have yet to experience the richly filled world of working. The thing is these type of people have no life at all. You know those that worked from 7am all the way to midnight. So it is only during the night when there are less people around, she would amuse herself by going online to chat. Initially I knew she was chatting with a few people other than myself. But soon, our topics became more personal and it wasn’t long before I monopolise her entire online time. To be fair, I was going online readily before the stroke of midnight, even if it meant sacrificing my night out with real friends.
It wasn’t long either before we were in an online relationship. From computers, it became phone calls. I was a poor student and hence I couldn’t call her. She called me. It was sweet. Back then, there were no attachments of photos in emails either. Have you ever try downloading a 500k photo taken from a prehistoric sony digital camera using a 14k modem? Let just say, it is not practical.
Managed to get her to send me her photos using of course the snail mail. Usually this would mean I have to send her mine. So as not to scare her, I told her, I am as elusive as the God of Gambler, and has never taken any photos before. Of course she knew it was a lie, but never did force me to give her. A plus.
She has a sweet face. But god, she was petite. I don’t think she touch 5 feet. I knew I must have her.
Let’s call her Ann. She looked as if she was in her early 20s. You know how petite looking girls would always remind you of your schoolmates. She did remind me of someone whom I fantasise when I was in high school. A senior at my alma mater. I must confess as well, that while I was in this online relationship with her, it was exclusive. It could be exclusive on her side, but on mine, I had a few other targets and with some it was mission accomplished.
When the financial crisis came, she feared about losing her job. But yet she felt it was a good time to take some leave and think about her future. She has been in and out of a few relationships before, but because of her commitments with work, things never did work out. She was a virgin. I asked her to come over to Sydney and stay for a couple of months to which she felt it was a good time.
I have a nice place in Sydney. Somewhere near the Rocks. Somewhere near Martin Place. Somewhere near Circular Quays. I confused you guys enough? Yeah, that’s the intention. It was high floor and had a commanding view of the entire harbour. But a smallish abode with two minute bedrooms.
Now before anyone jumps into any conclusions, I was a speed fanatic. In Australia, it is really cheap to buy nice sports car. I had a Nismo R33 then where I regularly get booked by the boys in blues on Pacific Highway. So often that I was wondering when they would address me by my first name.
I went to pick her up at Kingsford Smith airport. It was almost dramatical. There were no prepaid cards then. Neither was global roaming a standard feature for most handphone users. We agreed to meet at the gate. I knew what she was wearing and she had been told what I would be wearing. I was standing at arrival hall C.
What I didn’t know was she decided to not wear the agreed clothings. I guess she was planning to do a test on me. Naturally I missed her as I was looking for a petite girl in red clothings. She saw me looking intently at every passengers walking past the arrival gates. I was keeping my cool. I can be a very patient man. Especially like a hunter waiting for his prey.
She saw me standing there for a good 30 minutes before walking up to me and say, “Are you Beijing?”
Now right before me, this petite girl whom I had been preying on for the last 12 months had finally appeared before me. She was really pocket sized and I told her how I can bring her travel around the world with her inside my trousers pocket.
She was impressed with the mode of transport. And as we sped across the eastern suburbs right into the city. And like almost every other person, she was impressed with the view from my humble abode. It sort of sets the mood and naturally things do get progressively better from there.
She will be mine for 6 weeks and I planned to make full use of it. But there were some really low things I did to her to which she has “forgotten” about it today. But I did remind her recently. She was like a maid to me, cleaning and cooking. And almost a slave in bed. And my temper which she had experienced first hand.
I must add a disclaimer as this took place more than 10 years ago so apologies for not remembering all the exact details.
I led her to the balcony to soak in the aroma of Sydney Harbour. While she was busy saying things like wanting to take photos of Opera House and Harbour Bridge, without much warning, I launched into a hugging position. It took her by surprised. We are almost 7 years in age apart but yet when we were hugging, we were like young lovers doing it for the first time.
The noisy traffic down below wasn’t able to break into our shield of silence. We were like any drama show where everything else begin to screech to a halt. The world did not matter to us anymore. Just the two of us. No one else.
I planted my lips on hers and soon my tongue found its way into her oral cavity. I later found out that she had never been french kissed before. I could feel her thigh tightening. She was aroused. I could feel a whiff of sexual pheromones exuding from her body.
I don’t know how long we were in the hugging cum french kissing position. But it did not matter. Soon I was leading her by hand to my room. Upon reaching the room, I did what all humsuplous would do, undress their preys. She was hesistant. Saying we have only just met. I told her, I am a monster and I can no longer contain my sexual urge. She reminded me that she is afterall a virgin and has never done such things before, and not that she doesn’t want to do it with me.
The only solution, I said is that I will go down and take a long drive to cool down my then raging hormones. She looked confused and began hugging me on her own accord. Now, both of us confused. I am a man of principles and usually ethical. I wouldn’t force myself on a girl. But I knew unless I push a little bit more, she will withdraw and forget about the whole thing. And I will have to face her for 6 more weeks.
I decided to molest her butt a bit. And while at it, I push one of my hands closer to her pussy. As she opened her thighs apart, I was able to rub her private parts from outside. Boy was she wet. Real wet. By now, sensing that she has let go all her guard, I was ready. I continued to french kiss her. One hand on her back and another messily removing her pants and panties at one go. It proved to be a harder task than what I am used to because of her height.
Omigod, she is a hairless chick. It wasn’t shaved. It was a natural hairless pussy. I wasn’t showing her any excitement on my part lest she thinks I have been with many women. That is one lie which I kept from her till this day.
Then it came to removing her blouse which was easy. The bra wasn’t too difficult either. Her boobs were not big but for her frame it looks nice and firm. Her pinky perky nipples was what I like. I carried her to my bed. She was really light. 40kgs if I remembered correctly.
As I placed her on bed, I did a Clark Kent. I got my clothes off in a flash. I was like a cat. Licking her all over. From french kissing her, then moving to her ears and down her neck. All these while I note that her pussy is getting wetter and wetter. I muffled something like promised me you will love me forever. At that point in time, I was ready to sign any agreement. My mind wasn’t really thinking.
I had to eat her. Now, many chinese girls have this musky smell to their pussies but hers was different. And even till today, hers was something of a nice neutral to sweet aroma which I thoroughly enjoyed feasting on. It wasn’t long before she looked as if she was going into an epileptic fit. She was moaning so loud that even the folks at Homebush Bay could hear her. My mouth was filled with her juices. It was amazing.
TS, it’s been 10 years and yet you have a vivid recollection of the details. Anyways, I am enjoying every bit of it. Do continue…
She was comatose immediately after her orgasm. I could tell she was a damm satisfied customer, if I had been a gigolo. I hugged her. Let me tell you this. All females loved to be hugged immediately upon their orgasm. They need just that extra love to perfect their happy ever after.
She turned to look at me. After saying thank you, she said, she is really not ready to make love but would do everything else. I was not a happy camper. Though I had pop a few cherries in my life but none more than what I wanted with her. But I had to be a gentleman and 6 weeks is a long time. I was pretty sure I had plenty of opportunities with her.
I just remembered that she didn’t take her shower prior to my feast. I led her to the bathroom and told her to have a quick wash while I filled the jacuzzi tub with warmish water. Thereafter, I join her in and she was really obedient in that she soaped me all over and seductively too. I was like a king. Once cleaned, I told her to jump into the jacuzzi which is big enough for two.
We chatted a bit and she told me how she had thoroughly enjoyed this trip even though the first day had not end. She reiterate and told me not to be angry with her for not allowing me to make love to her. She told me that she tried to resign from her bank prior to coming over but her boss refused to let her go. So the boss told her to take time off as much as she wants but when she returns to Singapore, to work for them again.
I told her of this eatery called Tetsuya which I had been visiting regularly for the last few years. But it has since became more and more popular and in tandem the price had increased. It was just a bit of a walk from where I stayed.
I kept myself busy in the jacuzzi. Afterall, I hadn’t ejaculate. My toes were playing with her pussy in the water. But I think water has this anti lubricant effect so it wasn’t as pleasurable as the session in bed earlier. I commented on her nicely proportioned body. She was still shy and do not dare to see my little brother. I told her, she better get used to it, coz I am a naturalist at home. Clothings are optional in my unit.
She began to slowly go into a relaxed state and soon, she was half conscious. I decided to go get a bottle of Barossa Valley wine. It was heaven. She had not felt so relaxed in a very long time. With the extra effort massage I gave her, it wasn’t long before she was lightly moaning away savouring every moment.
I told her I really want to cuddle her in bed to which she readily agreed. Now, one more things I find with most girls. They like to be led. And leading her I will. I brought her to my bed and then began cuddling her. She asked me how she could please me. I told her she could do exactly what I did to her. I felt like I was a teacher. Maybe Darth Vader. Enticing her to cross to the dark side.
But like every other good teachers, I produce a great student. She had minor hiccups here and there but soon she got the feel of it. Like not too much saliva on my ear lobe. Frenching should be more like tongue wrestling than just poking your tongue into the other party’s mouth.
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beijing
All females loved to be hugged immediately upon their orgasm. They need just that extra love to perfect their happy ever after.
I kept myself busy in the jacuzzi. Afterall, I hadn’t ejaculate. My toes were playing with her pussy in the water. But I think water has this anti lubricant effect so it wasn’t as pleasurable as the session in bed earlier.
I told her I really want to cuddle her in bed to which she readily agreed. Now, one more things I find with most girls. They like to be led.
Wow..A few good points on what women like.
Camping here for more.
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BabyJane
TS, it’s been 10 years and yet you have a vivid recollection of the details. Anyways, I am enjoying every bit of it. Do continue…
Thanks. Like the caveat I placed earlier, for parts which I couldn’t remember too well, I try to add some salt, pepper and spices to let the story flow.
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Silent=Killer
Wow..A few good points on what women like.
Camping here for more.
Thanks for your support
She felt she has progressed well enough to go further and then bravely used her hands to hold my little general. Boy I had a shocked. Even though it was summer, her hands were cold. Must be one hell of a nervous girl. She sensed my “jump” and asked if anything was wrong. I used my hands and rubbed her hands to warm it up a bit. I reassured her and told her that she has done all the right things and should continue with what she intended to do.
This time it was better. She was like a curious science student who had never seen a live cock before. She was exploring like i was a piece of artefact in the museum across the park. Though a little anti-climatic, she asked me what those veiny things are and isn’t a dick one whole big venous system? Then she asked me the difference between a circumsized one and one that wasn’t. And she asked me if mine was big. What a question. Of course like every big ego-ed men, I said my 12 inches should be way above average. She used her hand and measured and said, should be 6 inches right? I said, like every other good Enron accountants, I know my numbers very well.
It wasn’t as anti-climatic. It was like innocent sex. I won’t talk about how I lost my virginity. But being with her, kind of brings back a lot of memory of what I had done in the past and how uneducated I was in certain areas. She knew I had scored a few times in my life. The exact number will never be revealed. I don’t keep my scores.
Soon she asked, “May I?”
I replied by shoving my little general towards her lips. She smiled and opened her mouth and trying to swallow it whole. It was a bit painful as it was a bit dry. And her teeth. I had to save my general. Told her to be more gentle as general has feelings one and to use more saliva. She did as she is told like any obedient slave. I told her how to pull my foreskin back and to tease my forehead. I told her how to slowly wrap her entire lips with enough moist on my pole and to slowly envelope it. I didn’t want to teach her deep throating. At least not in the first lesson.
Perhaps it was the innocence of the whole session that made me a little boy once again. And it wasn’t long, I succumb to my first ejaculation in her mouth. I didn’t give her any warning at all. She was choking and she splurt everything out. I felt sorry and I apologised. She wasn’t even angry and asked if she had done something wrong. I said with more experience, if she is okay with the taste, she could try swallowing. Though salty, she said the taste is acceptable. Nothing fanciful but acceptable. That’s enough for me to say I want her to swallow and suck me dry.
I didn’t want to push my limit with her. And somehow I became tired and slowly dozed off. I remembered hugging her to bed. She was like a little bolster. Now, I cannot hug most women to sleep as it would be too hot and sweaty and usually not more than 1 hour into sleeping, I would toss them aside. But not this little pocket rocket. It was comfortable and I wasn’t sweating.
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kapoh39
Setting up the camp fire and waiting for more.
My miserable 2 pts as encouragement.
A big thank you to you brother for the points. I am reasonably free today, so I will write as much as I can. Thanks.