Based on a True Story…….
This happened more than 10 years ago when I 1st came to Singapore.
During my 3 years in a local polytechnic I dug out my first 2 PRC gems. My first encounter TLM; 1st week of school; as usual was late for the morning lecture. This landed me on the front row & seated next to her. She dressed just like any normal poly going student, mini-tee & jeans. Her face that greeted me was sweet looking with slightly reddish cheeks with big round eyes being the most outstanding feature.
What was to come was when I spoke to her during an informal icebreaker session after. Her voice was like some Chinese animation voice over for a female lead in the Japanese “sailor-moon” cartoon. I was so taken aback at her speech I could not take my eyes off her as she spoke for the 1st time! In an instant, my mind was in ecstasy; imagine her moan to the tone of her speech. If only I had the chance to bonk her. At this same instance, I scan her for an initial visual molestation. She’s tall (1.67m), slim with a handful B-cupped breast, which is rather saggy as I found out later (maybe young girls in PRC land dun wear bras till teenage years?) but sadly a small-ish rear end to round up a decently above-average package of a gem.
No progress was made for weeks, as I was busy making new friends & struggling to adjust to a homework schedule after more than 2 years away from the rigors of school life. On occasions, I would find time to steal a glance at her from afar. Never once the naughty fantasy of listening to her moan as I bonk her was far. I categorise her under the: “flag-planting acquisition, but only as a ‘been there done that’ conquer type but not to rule the territory as a colony”. Only needed the right opportunity to come along before my plans swing into action.
However there was a Friday where I stayed in library to finish up an assignment that was due after classes. I had noticed she was seated in a quiet corner with an unknown guy (same PRC hometown perhaps). At about 6 plus, on completing my work I made my way to submit my work to my lecturer she was still seated back facing me whispering to the guy. As I came out, I saw her walking alone towards the direction of bus stop exit gate. Quickening my steps to catch up; I could see that she’s been crying for her eyes were already red, swollen & puffy as I approached. I tried not to make her too awkward by just smiling to acknowledge her presence. Here comes my chance!
Finally reaching the bus stop I broke silence to ask in mandarin if she was heading home. She starred in blank space for a good half minute before crying out her reply: “I have no place to go, my BF (the PRC guy at the library earlier) has ditched me.” Still puzzled, I tried to link her breaking-up & going home. She had slumped onto a seat at the bus stop sobbing again. Digging through my bag, I managed to find some tissue for her & tried my best to console her. Had this incident happened an earlier timing (usual time lessons finish 3 or 4); I would probably been accused by hundreds of eyes starring at me assuming I made her cry. Luckily there were less than 10 souls around & no one I knew.
How best to manipulate this chance for my conquest ran through my mind. Visualising several options I decided to just accompany her until she’s feeling better or at least till the tears stop.
In the meanwhile I cannot help but kept turning to stare at her assets almost squeezing in the ‘oh so tight’ light coloured semi see-through mini buttoned shirt-blouse she was wearing. The breathing / sniffing from her crying causing her chest movement was calling out for me to hug them! 5 minutes went by before the once captivating cartoon animation voice greeted me again. Only this time it’s even more vulnerable edge added as her sobbing was tailing off: “All the available bus services have come & gone, why are you still here?” (Will this be how it sounds when she climax?) Caught off guard I replied: “Eh, I can’t just leave you alone like that right? ” A good half-minute pause before continuing: “Anything I can do to help calm you down?” She then decided to walk to a nearby store for something to drink & I accompanied her.
To Be Continued
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Hey TS, i am sure u need not take so long to continue your story right as you proclaimed it was a true one.Eagerly waiting to know what you did to her later…
Please do forgive that I took time to write, as i mentioned it is based on a true story and there’s certain parts that I need to edit and reaccess due to protection of Identity.
Anyway,
This is the 2nd Part
It was there that she opened up to tell me that she’s actually staying with her BF at his distant relative flat nearby! That explains her loss when she came to terms that he wanted to break-up. I was living alone in an apartment. An inheritance from my late grandpa willed to a lucky me. My living expenses, studies & very much everything else are covered on the rental collected over ~10 years before I came over. I could actually visualise housing her & in return for becoming my interim “urge” provider plus daily home delivery at no extra charge! On the flip side, I was afraid that she wouldn’t follow my game plan & end up living off me in the long run. Yet inside me I knew this opportunity is as good as it gets.
Not wanting to sound too desperate but also hoping she will bite the bait, I suggested she put up at my uncle’s (which was actually mine) place just for the night till things cool down. I claimed that my uncle’s away & I am living alone for the next week or so. She was a little reluctant, kept apologising for holding me up & imposing on me. Plan A not working; I tried not to sound too pushy so I backed down on my offer & gave her my HP number to contact me if she changes her mind instead. I left & made my way towards the bus stop to get home. Plan B in progress…
I had intentionally left my file (nothing important actually just, notes & timetable) on the chair, which was clearly visible to her when I left with my bag. The journey back to the bus stop I reached into my pants pocket holding my phone in all eagerness waiting for it to ring. Alas, no luck again as my bus approached & I boarded. Just as I was about to slump in into an empty seat sigh on my failed venture, TLM came running alongside the bus window waving my file! It worked…
The sight of her amply sized breasts trapped bouncing in tandem to the rhythm of her footsteps was too much for me to take my eyes off. As the bus had already started moving off, I quickly signalled her to ring me on my phone. We arrange to meet at the next stop as I alighted & she took the next bus service that came along. Continuing with my pretence, I thank her repeatedly for returning the file.
Surprised by plan B success, I was again lost for words. Offer her to come to my place again? (Outright desperate, NO!) Offer to send her back? (But she’s just broken up & doing that will ruin my plans!) After thanking her I asked: “ What are your plans for now?” A silent reply followed as if to tell me she didn’t put in much thought. Looking at my watch only to discover that it was almost 8. I exclaimed out loud how time passes by so quickly & I was hungry. I invited her to join me at my favourite dinner hangout. This little food outlet near my place serves a wide variety of local Chinese fare at decent prices. Using this plot as a platform so as to entice her to stay over for the night; she bit the bait!
We took the next bus to the eatery near my place. I could not resist what I saw with her seated next to me. Her blouse was bursting at her bust section. Taking a peek between the buttons, I could get a clear preview of what’s up for “grabs”. Nesting snugly on a thin semi-lacy under-wire number were 2 pale yellow melons of silky soft skin, ripe & ready for harvesting! With a view like mine: “It’s ‘so hard’ not to imagine”. She almost fell asleep on 2 occasions nodding off on my shoulder as her eyes were dry from all the tearing & the aircon on the bus was quite strong.
My thoughts of being given the unlimited access to roam about inside her blouse to feel her soft supple breasts as she call out in-heat to my tuning of her nips till they erect were causing an impending hard-on. Backing off, I don’t think alighting from the bus with a bulge in the groin area of my pants is any flattering. We finally got to the eatery & filled out our hungry stomachs. She is a good eater for someone her size. Makes me wonder if her appetite for other stuff she puts into her mouth is any great? Well, little did I guess I was to find out soon! Real soon.
To Be Continued…….
Part 3
We were just about done with dinner & sharing our childhood stories. Suddenly the weather took to a sudden breezy change with lurking rain clouds threatening to pour soon. TLM suggested we should hurry & make our way back. Sigh, why now when I just got her to cheer up & about to drag time so I could use the “It’s getting late…” excuse. Looks like my magic spell is not charming enough.
Reluctantly dragging myself, I walked her. Without warning, a strong downpour came lashing down at us with the assistance of a strong headwind! We were drenched in seconds. Sensing this, I grabbed her hand instinctively & made a dash for my apartment, which was nearer instead. Arriving at the lift lobby we were drenched & soaked through. Part of TLM’s once light coloured blouse with faint bra outlines was now translucent & hugging onto the uncovered breasts area with full print of the 2 supporting cups design proudly showing. Using her hands to brush her hair backwards, the raindrops dripping off previewed how she would look coming out of the shower. TLM asked: “ Why are we here?” & I replied: “With you soaked through in this rain, you are bound to catch a cold when you take the bus back.” “Since my place is nearer, you can dry yourself up & I can lend you an umbrella after.” The latter, which I have no intention of! She nodded & we proceed towards the lift.
Never once I took my eyes off her revealing cleavage on the way up to my place. They were so inviting. Whatever you fancy, lick/suck/tune/nibble/breast fuck. Only when reaching for my house keys did I have to look away. Once inside my apartment I gave her a towel & quickly pointed her to the toilet. Time to cover my tracks; I locked up ‘my uncle’s’ room door & changed to a fresh pair of boxers. Went to boil water & throw my clothes into the wash. Easing onto the sofa to relax, she came out of the shower. With nothing but the towel wrapped around, she asked if she could borrow my clothes. I could not keep my wolf-ish nature under wraps much longer! I am sure she noticed my bulging junior as I went towards my room to find her something to wear.
Only managed a pair of shorts, small enough on her with the drawstrings tied. In her bag was a cardigan she used in class; she decided to use that, as I couldn’t find her a suitable top. My turn to bathe, Hung on the hooks behind the toilet door was her bra with a tag so worn I could not make out the cup size (34B or C perhaps) matching T-backed panties to boot, nice. I showered hurriedly knowing TLM was now under garment-less! There she was waiting outside the toilet looking shy & rather embarrassed. Somehow she sensed that I looked at her wet garments. I proceeded to the kitchen like nothing happened to make hot drinks to warm up. Seeing that she had bagged all her stuff & ready to leave; I delayed her departure by saying: “You can put them in the wash, my machine has a dryer.” “Your clothes would be ready in an hour tops.”
We sat by the sofa with soft music; hot drinks and talked while waiting. (In reality, I programmed the machine to stop before the drying part. Evil me!) Trying my best to tire her out, I let her do most of the talk. It’s her oriental pussy that I am after. Her cardigan separating 2nd base & me; home run was a realism hovering under the shorts. An hour went by, I went to check, already knowing the outcome. Came back to her with the ‘bad news’ that I made a wrong setting she replied jokingly: “Seems I might have to take you up on your offer, but just for tonight ok?” Hell yeah! Had she come to her senses earlier I wouldn’t have to spare so much effort trying to stall her departure. I added: “The rain is so heavy, better you stay. Or you will be wet again.” (Only wet down south if she permits!) Another hour of chatting went by before she mentioned about turning in. I offered her my bed while I take the sofa but she refused. She felt bad enough to impose let alone take my bed for the night. Thinking aloud, I didn’t mind sharing my bed. (It’s a queen, good for 2!) Instead, fetching a pillow and spare blanket, I wished her a good night’s rest before returning to my bed.
Turning restlessly in bed, blaming myself for not asking & hence no action for the night. I heard a loud thunderclap & TLM’s scream. Just out of my room door, she ran into my arms & I hugged her in reassurance. I felt her warmth as her breasts landed on me. My arms around the oh so petite waist line wrapping up towards her flawless back unspoiled by any ‘bra regulating straps’, had junior all pumped up unsure if the extension made contact with her. She then said: “As lightning struck, an ugly shadow gave her a shock.” I gather it must be the image cast on the white walls of the huge potted bamboo plants in the balcony. Sitting her on my bed I continue to calm her down. She asked if I mind sleeping together? Yes! (No I don’t) I could feel & sense 1st blood on TLM was near. Tucking her in with the bedside lamp lighted, I slept on the other. On the next few lightning flashes she turned over, held my hand tightly. By then, I threw caution out the window, had it rain-washed & faded away. Mustering all my courage, I rolled over to her corner and hug her waist. I finally pressed the much-anticipated red button to start an outer-space war.
To Be Continued…….
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Part 4
1st: Inter-Galactic Battle
She responded by grabbing my hand under the blanket between her breasts to hold even tighter. My spacecraft (Rod like fuselage structure with 2 spherical capsules attached) capable of deploying millions of troops was ready to cross onto her galaxy. As she shifted her back towards my chest, her rear came into contact with my hard on tip. TLM let out a giggle, as I whispered “sorry” to her ears. To my surprise she did not back off. Turning to face me instead, she went under my boxers & grabbed me to begin stroking. A foreign enemy of unknown proportions was attacking me. I had to retaliate & gain control of the situation.
By now I had leaned over & our lips locked in negotiations to end the ‘standoff’. Not much of kisser, I broke away & proceeded southwards. The fragrant scent of shower gel still lingers on her neck as I made my way towards her mountains. Pulling up her cardigan, 2 symmetrically shaped B+ almost C sculptures were sighted. I buried myself busy scouting the naturally formed geographical wonders of my latest discovery. Soft to the touch on my hands & sensitive to my licking, she was enjoying my appreciation of her well-endowed bunkers. Holding my head with both hands, I lighted her once dormant volcano into eruption with a variety of licking & gentle suction. As I finished my assessment & looked up, I could see she just released her lower lips from the grip of her upper jaw; letting out a contented sigh. Throughout, the once familiar animated voice moan was a delight to hear. I should have saved it as a cellular phone ring tone if technology back then permitted. Pulling down her shorts I could see a rather heavily forested canopy covering this attack’s key point to capture. I was satisfied with my findings on the impending invasion.
Let the battle begin. My spacecraft was packed with eager troops, fully loaded & raring for some action. The force-shield was not available, as war preparation time did not permit. I decided to launch my craft into uncharted territory without any amour protection. Revealing itself from the middle slit of my boxers, she saw my sleek aerodynamic spacecraft in hi alert mode. Lying there defenceless, I approached her black hole from the top down angle like classic war ‘mission’. The initial feeling was renascent to good old times with my ex, the last foray being a distant 4 months back! Save for some rough corners at the cave entrance, my spacecraft’s rod end met little resistance once inside. Instead the lava like fluid lining the surrounding walls were more like a warm welcome. Was I liberating her love tunnel from tyrant rule? As I prodded deeper with every thrust, I could hear her jubilation cries as if in celebration of freedom.
She replied with a swift counter forces from the flanks. Her long fingernails resembled surface-to-air missiles. She launched sweeping swipes as she grabbed my back leaving span wise scathing red marks. Her effort to thwart my operation left collateral damage of superficial scars. Here pounding away was a war toughen warrior. Her cries were getting louder as I inserted deeper & harder. The rain muffled most of her moans my neighbours would surely hear. Even the old bed frame’s headboard creaked non-stop to my violent assault mission. Nothing was going to stop me from releasing my army of soldiers, just a matter of locating a suitable landing site.
A long 15 minutes elapsed & both of us were breathing heavy. I managed to ask in between catching my breath if she was ready for an unconditional surrender to my troops. She replied with the meek yes; exhausted from a futile defence she tried to put up. As the battle climax to a finale, my rod gave her a deep final thrust before pulling out from operation ‘black hole’. In a kneeling position with my spacecraft facing TLM’s unspoiled landscape, millions of my paratroopers ejected from the rod hatch tip. In typical victory fashion, they landed in patches from the valley of her twin peaks all the way down to her belly button. Shagged out, I lay in bed catching my breath, replaying highlights of my triumphant conquest in my mind. I am relieved months of inactivity were rewarded with a hugely sex-tisifying sex-sion! We took turns to wash up separately & got back to bed. She came over to hug me praising me for a wonderful time. I return the compliments to say she was just as good. She’s still inexperienced in my opinion. I shall bear the responsibility of training her! More action to come till we wake up later…
To Be Continued……..
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Part 5 The Morning After
Usually waking early, I did not till almost 9. The episode last night must have taken a bit out of me, thus the extra hour or so to regenerate more protein concentrate! Searching through the kitchen, I found 3 slices of bread expiring in a day. Opening the fridge, I got a couple of eggs to make french toast. A swinging bachelor I was, but still I made it a point to always have a simple & hearty breakfast at home. Recalling in my mind as I made toast: “No much variety, came with 1 main dish only but felt good as it’s been a while since I had raw.” She’s not ‘booty-call’ standard by any means. Again if you consider the damage to take away prices minus room rates, it makes economical sense! Some sales pitch required getting this ‘take-out delivered’ to by pad though.
TLM was soundly asleep till her mobile phone rang & startled both of us. Rushing to her phone left in the hall stark naked, she spoke in an unusually soft manner before hanging up in a huff as if to show her displeasure. I was in the kitchen having my toast when she came over. Arms around my shoulder, she planted a long morning kiss. We share the toast as breakfast. Not wanting to be intrusive, I guessed her bf would have called to check why she, his regular take-out ‘wasn’t delivered’ home last night. He paid using credit card online, services rendered to wrong party. Your loss is my gain!
She offered to clear up the after breakfast. Facing the kitchen sink, I was hugging her naked as we exchange notes of our past escapades. She spoke briefly of her experiences, all of which her current or ex-bf was responsible for. Her previous session was just a few days back from last night. Sensing the mood, I started to frisk her. 1 hand on her breast, the other hunting down her G-spot. Alternating from giving her neck gentle nibbles or licking her ears, I got her wet & ready for more action. Junior, like having a mind of his own was already teasing her. Dropping the dishes, she reached for my junior with my boxer still in the way of things. Tenderly, she started to rub him against her vagina walls as she slightly lifted her rear & spread her slim pale white legs.
I asked her to turn & face me before slowing pushing her shoulders down towards my groin area. She saw junior all ‘grown-up’ on pulling down my boxers. With a gentle shove, she started putting junior’s mushroom (circumcised) head into her opening mouth slowly. I held her head guiding her as she took in most of junior’s fully lengthened 6 inches. Trying to keep pace with my hand tugging her hair to a backwards & forth movement. I was initially pleased as my ramrod got lubricated. I also mentioned when to stop and change styles, varying the suction strength at certain junctures with junior. She was taught & practiced in-situ different tongue movements around junior’s head & underside of the shaft body. She followed instructions diligently. There were several times when her big bright eyes looked at me, as if to seek my approval on a knob-job well done. Just like the model student I found her to be during lectures.
Marks for her effort, but unlike a trained professional, she could not get the final approving shower of ‘protein-rich’ mixture as a test passed. I would have to put her to task for failure to fulfil my immediate urge. I needed her to understand she had better buck up her sexual performances to qualify as a successful applicant for the post of a fuck buddy! My ex was a ‘ranch of a bitch’ never falling any sexual whim & fancy I requested. Thanks to my 18months of on-sex-training, her future partners will either be enjoying a well-trained sex servant or come falling short on filling the void I vacated. Thoughts of how to exact my naughty plan came about. Now I have the immediate task of training a new foreign talent. Thoughts of how to exact my naughty plan came about.
To Be Continued ………
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Part 6: Soap Torture: WWII
Some inner evil in me wanted to get back at her for failing to meet part of my sexual expectations. I dragged an old wooden stool to face the sink. Mounting her in a kneeling position, her hands holding the surrounding sink walls & legs spread shoulder width apart. I applied some washing detergent onto junior’s excitement-filled swollen head. Without her expecting it, I inserted my rock hard punishment piece into her innocent hole in 1 swift motion. A disincentive of carrot & stick methodology, a full 6 inches stroked up inside her for her oral incompetence. She let out a scream so real, fearing the whole neighbourhood knowing; I had to gag her mouth with my hand.
In a flash, I went back in time to being a ruthless soldier raping a prisoner-of-war comfort girl.
Seeing her painful expression, I pry her arse further apart with the other hand before sending a deeper punishing jab with a flick of my hips. This really hurt, sending out a even louder scream, her eyes getting watery. I soften down on the blows and reduced the strike length insertions so that she could endure the pain for a longer period. As I release my grip around her mouth. She did not seem like wanting to neither stop nor complain. She reached back & held 1 of my butt cheeks tightly, other hand in encouragement to ‘tunnel’ her ‘full-on’ in seemingly pushing gesture.
Heck, I summon all the strength in my thighs and gave it my all. I continue to separate her butt cheeks as wide as possible while pumping deeper. Letting her loose, she tried her best to restrain herself. She was receiving a mixture of pleasure or pain inflicted divided only by a faint marking; too blurring fact to differ now. A sudden contraction of her muscles around my tool of punishment was felt, following which a sweeping tide of wet, warm ‘juice’ flowed towards my testicles as her weakened arms collapsed. She is now ‘comforted’ & overcome by my tool of torture. Still, I was a sexually disgruntled war criminal as I withdraw from her, not having discharged yet.
I traded positions, sitting on the stool. With her cradled on my hips. Both hands gripping tightly on her smallish firm arse, inserting my ‘punisher’ once again for another session of torture. She was more accepting this time, slamming my head towards her blossoms before muttering: “ Please, I enjoyed what you did to them last night!” A prisoner’s last request I cannot refuse. Sucking & nibbling like I was milking them, she tried to reciprocate by rocking on top of me, tip-toed. A pair of 3-inch heels on will make her job easier, not forgetting the kinky pornography images we can all relate to. Realising it’s going nowhere & we should only try this posture again when she got heels on. I got up my feet, using my hands to create the humping action of my penis sliding into her well-lubricated vagina. We carried on in this manner till I finally reached the sofa. Putting her lying sideways, I continue to pump her. Never disconnected throughout the migration from place to place, part of me always inside her.
Finally turning her onto the doggy, I wanted to finish up as fatigue was fast catching up after nearing a solid half hour. The slapping of my groin, wet from bumping her constant secretion supply adding to her rhythmic cries was truly an internationally recognised tune: Fornication Under Consent of the King. (FUCK) In ancient times, that was between 2 legally married persons but we can always make adjustments to suit the modern context of today’s world. I signed off this punishment, spraying all over her back! Got to watch where you aim, cant be taking chances with my potent load on a scandalous bitch like her. She slumped on the sofa, a temporary reprieve from my torture ordeal.
Holding her hand, we proceeded to shower. There, she cleaned me nicely like how a nanny would clean up her ward. Carefully, she applied shower gel on every inch of my body. Paying extra attention when reaching the object that glorified her sexual desires, gentle tickles all round topping off with a nice clean back scrub. I check to see if I hurt her. She reported that it’s a bit smarting at the beginning, but tremendously enjoyed the never-before feeling of being intruded so deep. She climaxed a few times, explaining the wetness I felt. I gave her a cheeky reply that her bf should watch while I demonstrate on her a few more times! Not done for the day yet…
To Be continued ……..