My apologies for not updating my previous thread. To be honest, was a little disappointed with the thread being less active and hence the loss of morale led to less time spent on writing my previous adventures. All that I have written are more or less what actually happened but with some addition of salt, peppers and all those lovely spices (which consists 10% of actual stories), it became adventures of a lifetime. Below was a recent incident (less than 2 months before).
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I noted that banks are more customers oriented nowadays as compared with previously. It used to be once upon a time, when customers had to literally beg bank managers to approve a loan. Back then, there was the 3% man. Thank god with globalisation and the need to be more competitive since the last financial meltdown in 1997, the banking industry has seen many changes especially in their customer service front line.
I was invited to a banking event recently where it is supposed to be a meeting between some of the banks big shots, eg like those sitting on the loans committee, regional managers and so forth. The location was a 5 star hotel somewhere in Kuala Lumpur. Man, these events will always, yes ALWAYS be manned (or womanned) by many pretty young things. I remembered once at another gathering for a different bank, where majority of those present were senior bankers and hence when they asked me where they could improve, I remembered vividly saying, “should bring more pretty bankers”. It drew laughters but following then, the bank really tried to get more junior bankers to such gatherings.
This event that I went to was a medium sized event with about 100 or so of their nastiest customers whom they probably need to wrestle to get more loans out of them. Frankly, I wasn’t too happy with this bank and I had made some smallish threats that I would redeem all my loans due to their new banking policies which doesn’t favour the business I am doing. The usual introduction to their approving people didn’t seem to interest me much as deep at the back of my mind, I had already asked another bank for financing and to redeem all my loans from this bank.
My phone rang and it was from my office. Sensing it could be an important call, I gave excuse and went to a corner to pick up the call. It was god sent as my girl was telling me that I have to attend that banking event. I told her I was there already. Damm, these reminders do come late. But better late than never. I saw the group that was talking to me had moved on to another victim, so I took the opportunity to grab a drink.
As I was doing that, a pretty young thing moved on to me.
“Hi Mr Bei” quipped the young lass.
Immediately my female body investigating tool (FBI-t) came into play. Standing at 1.70m, with a boob size of the most an A+, with facial features of a newly graduated 20 something innocent looking girl, she suit my taste quite well, though the boobs could have been a little bit bigger.
“Oh hi. I didn’t catch your name just now.”
“You wouldn’t know my name but I saw you talking to my boss just now.”
“Ah, I see. And your boss asked you to talk to me?”
“No, but I heard from my superiors that you are not that happy with our bank.”
Okay. Now, I could either go on rambling about my woes which this young lass would probably have no inkling on how to resolve them or turn this around and be just sociable.
“Yeah. A bit unfortunate seeing how I have been with your bank for donkey years.”
“Actually the banking industry is changing. The rates have been standardised and the central committee are not keen to review cases.”
“Well, there are others who are more interested and keen.”
Sensing that she can offer no solution, she did the best that she could. There was an awkward silence. I mean, what else can I talk in a professional setting. She knew she could offer me no assistance. I broke some ice.
“So how long have you been working for CCB Bank?”
“Oh, only for a few months and there are so many more things to learn.”
“Don’t worry, you will get there. The first time I visited a bank to apply for a loan, I got bullied. I guess the experience later on will help.”
“I just need to find someone who is willing to teach. Please do not quote me saying this but some seniors are just so unwilling to share experience or their customers. Everyone has their target to meet.”
“Oh, so did they ask you to specialise in some field or you do all commercial loans?”
“At the moment, I am doing anything that comes along. Quite pathetic actually.”
“You bank is actually quite strong with hire purchase. You should try to focus more on that.”
“Even so, most of the customers have their preferred bankers.”
“Hmmmm… look I was thinking of purchasing blah blah blah. And perhaps you might want to see me. I will see if I can help you.”
“Really?” Her eyes litted up like the christmas trees decorations on orchard roads.
I gave a gentle nod.
Her superior seeing that I was chatting with his junior staff thought he might quickly come and rescue her in case I was giving her a hard time.
“Mr Bei, do look after my junior. She’s quite new you know.” Tastely joke.
“I have never bullied any bankers in my life and you know that.” Tastely reply.
“Oh,” giggled this young lass. “Mr Orang Utan, actually Mr Bei said he might be giving me a case to do.” She wasn’t following proper protocol when she suddenly hold my hands like a little girl gleeing when receiving her birthday present.
“Really?” He must be thinking I am having second thoughts about pulling out from his bank.
The more I see this girl, the more I am captivated by her. Her innocence and possibly lack of experience in the real world, yet to be corrupted the cruel reality of what may come. Even her perfume choice of Issey Miyake exudes that innocence.
Frankly the presence of Mr Orang Utan actually contribute negatively to the yin and yang flow of the group and he quickly excuse himself to look for other potential victims leaving Miss.. err.. errr.. damm. I haven’t got her name, with me.
“Sorry I didn’t catch you name.”
She quickly pointed to the name tag on top of her breast. Damm, how could I have missed that. Maybe I was too captivated with her innocent look and not any other part of her body.
“Shirley. It is really nice meeting you.” I extended my hand out for a quick handshake. In return, she generously used both hands to hold my hand even though I have yet to promise her anything.
“I might have to go soon. Would you want to go for some tea?”
“I have to be here till 6pm.”
I want her. Hmmm.. maybe I was thinking a bit too far. I want her company. Would be nice to get to know her. Absorb some of her innocence. I have lost my eons ago and would be keen to retrieve some.
I have my hand frantically at Mr Orang Utan and gesture him if I could have a quick talk with him. He nodded as we walked to each other with Shirley trailing behind me.
“Hey Orang, is it possible for me to steal Shirley away for a while and discuss with her my case. You have plenty of staffs here to help you.”
“Oh, you’re leaving now Mr Bei?”
“Yeah, not too keen on the hi-tea but if it is okay with you…..”
“Mr Bei, you are our esteemed customers, blah blah blah” more marketing talk. “Shirley, make sure you look after Mr Bei, okay?”
Shirley beemed again as she went to the back area to retrieve her bags.
I think there is something wrong with the database. I have posted a second installment and has seen some of the brothers here replied to my second posting. Anyone managed to save a copy of the second chapter? Kindly copy and paste here. Took me quite a while to write each installment. Thanks!
Hi folks,
I am still deciding whether to continue to the third installment or to rewrite the second one. I would truly appreciate if someone had managed to save a copy of my second installment. That would definitely save me a lot of trouble.
Thanks!
I was a little taken aback by her action. Nonetheless it did feel good. Here I have this innocent young thing who has just issued me a license to do whatever with her. But my sane mind was telling me I need to gauge how emotional she might be. I am not one who would want to carry all the luggage associated with my moment of lust. It was surely more lust than love. I mean right from the time I set my eyes on her till I hugged her then, it was definitely more lust than love. Why else would I have all those dirty thoughts in my mind and my usual protocol of impressing her.
We stood there for a while.
“You got drinks for me? Which is mine?”
I pointed to the alcoholic one. Instead of picking up her drink, she took a sip off mine before taking hers.
“You trying to make me drunk?”
Damm, was I being too honest or too dumb. I nodded as if I was in a trance. You idiot, you are suppose to shake your head! She gave me a wicked smile.
“If I am drunk, it wouldn’t be that enjoyable right?”
The conversation was taking a really dirty twist and I could sense all the sexual pheromones that she was sending me. But yet my final assessment of the entire situation is not done. I do not want to do things that I might regret. Maybe she is innocent and naïve, but hell, the way she talks to me it is as if I was under her control.
I regain some composure.
“Oh, I booked a dinner for the two of us at Shangs. You don’t mind do you?”
“Hmmm… but I have nothing to wear unless you do not mind being seen with me in this dirty smelly working clothes.”
She smelly? God, even if she is without perfume, her entirety would reek of gallons of sweet smelling substances and obviously I was obsessed with that.
“We can go to the shopping centre downstair and grab you something nice if you want.”
She gave a smile. I tell ya I am a master of body language and she was not hiding any hints that she is my girl friend already if not my missus. She launched forward to give me a peck on my cheek.
“That’s for being such a dear.”
The line between lust and love can be so thin. I could tell she was beeming in love and yet I don’t yet have that loving feeling in me. I was still in neutral grounds. If only I am a couple of decades younger, perhaps I would not hesitate to have her as a girl friend.
She drank the alcoholic drink I have made her and perhaps part of her agenda entails her to be in a semi conscious environment.
The salesgirls downstair who recognised me as a familiar faces gave me naughty smiles as if they have approved my latest catch. Hell, you think this is a showing off contest? She quickly picked a one piece black spag strip dress which hugged her body nicely showing off her slim frame though it seems like she is missing some bits on top.
I paid for her dress and immediately she held my hand while we walked out the shop. Truly, I think my reputation has somewhat been tarnished but yet I was certain that the last couple of girls I brought to this shop were decent looking as well. I am definitely not someone who would bring hookers to shop.
We went back up the unit and immediately she wanted to shower. I pointed her to the master bedroom bathroom. She did not close the door to the room and began undressing. She took off everything.
“Bei, do you have a towel?”
Damm, she obviously wanted me to see her nude. Is this like some kind of non-refundable deposit that once taken, I am hers for life?
“It is in the wardrobe. You’ll see it.”
“Awww, come on, be a dear and grab it for me.”
She can be so persistent. I was stealing glances but wasn’t ready to see her in her birthday suit. I looked so much like Stuart Little. Come on, be a man, or rather a wolf, a colourful one at that.
I walked over and grab the towel for her. She looked so nice. No, nice is not the word. Delicious. Yes, so delectable. I want to eat her there and then. Her boobs was smallish but just nice to hold. It looked bigger in nude. There were only a few whisker of pubic hair. Her skin was flawless and fair. I fought very hard not to hug her again. I passed her the towel and straight away went out. I could sense she was laughing at me as I withdrew myself from the battle scene.
As I walked to the living area, my mind was filled with nude images of Shirley. How could a cat reject fish? That I do not know. And these fishes nowadays are damm brave. She would swim right in front of a swimming cat.
She did not close the shower door as I could hear the water raining down. I couldn’t help but steal glances at her showering herself. She quickly finished her shower.
“Bei, can you be a dear again and help me wipe my back?”
This fish is really pushing it. I would go in and rape her. Since she is asking for it, why should I be a gentleman? I would push her down in bed hold her legs up and shove it in her. I would let her scream and wail until the folks up at the 88th floor of Twin Towers could hear her. I would make her orgasm over and over again. Yes! That’s what I will do.
My apologies for not re-writing the second installment. I have just done up the third installment. Maybe when the whole story is done, I will do a quick summary of the second installment. Sometimes it is weird that once written, you cannot just return and rewrite.
Just a short summary for those who had missed out on the second installment.
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Basically I brought Shirley back to a very nice unit (which my friend used as a getaway entertainment joint) at Bukit Bintang area. Got to know her better and somehow I overheard her conversation on phone with her boy friend and she would not go out with her boy friend on his birthday and would rather spend time with me. I made the first impulse move by hugging her. But end up, she hugged me.
If I really have the mood and the time, might rewrite the entire second installment.
I really appreciate all the nice and kind words you folks have written here in support of the story. Really, this is one reason why you fellas spur me on to write more. Thank you.
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Bloody hell and a bloody nose. I went in and face my challenge. But I chickened out a bit. I was suddenly morphing into a more innocent person than she is. Maybe saintly too.
She was drying her hair with the towel I gave her earlier.
“You want me to help?”
She smiled and passed me the towel. Suddenly she transformed herself into a little baby awaiting for her mummy to wipe her dry.
“You know, you are such a dear.” She was beeming smiles when she said that.
I don’t think I did a good job as my mind was more focused on the curvature of her body. No doubt I had many more bodies that are better built than hers. But hers will always remain a body of innocence. So flawless the skin, so smooth like those you seen on SK II ads.
“You looked as if you are so afraid of me.”
“No la. Just focusing on work.”
“I don’t know why but I feel so good being with you.”
I didn’t smile nor gave any other response. I was still lost trying to finalise my actual objective in this whole thing.
“Before I scare you away, don’t worry. I am not asking you to look after me for the rest of my life and neither would I ask you to be my boyfriend. I am not intending to replace my boyfriend with you although I am still keen on breaking up with him.”
It wasn’t much of an assurance. I have heard horror stories of how clingy a girl can get once you possess her body. I mean I do like her but love is a totally different proposition.
“I don’t know if you believe it or not but I have not let anyone other than my mother seen me nude.”
AMAZING! GREAT! Now you are telling me as if I am the ONLY man of your life. All the studies I have majored in my psychology classes have just been thrown down the drain. I just cannot psycho analyse this girl. And, really, where is the hunter spirit in me? Shouldn’t I just fuck and forget like some of the cases I have done in the past. A player being played. Just great, a great start to a supposedly great evening hunt.
“Aren’t you feeling a little cold?”
She decided to go braless this evening. I doubt it will make a difference as her assets are just not large enough to make any impact. But nonetheless she appeared like the innocent goddess I was fantasising many hours before. Almost as if she is the forbidden fruit in the garden of Eden.
Dinner was great as always. French cuisine as always been one of my favourite choice in capturing girls heart. The food is great but seriously, I am a sucker for great chinese food. But you will lose many pussy points if you bring a girl out even if the dinner consists of an abalone dinner coupled with Buddha doing the Nike jump soup in a loud and brightly litted chinese joint. French and candlelight is just too romantic for any sane girls to reject and Lafite has always done well.
“Do you want me to send you back to your home in Cheras after dinner?”
“Bei, I hope you won’t get the wrong idea, but I do like spending time with you. Can we go back to XXXX and drank more of the drink you made me?”
In my mind I was hoping that maybe she will be drunk, so drunk that I will rape her. Or unless she is planning to make me drunk and rape me. But who am I to complain.
I nodded in agreement to her suggestion. I am horny but my brain for some reason is sane and look as if he was in the bossing position that night.
“Have you watched Notting Hill before?”
“I have heard great stories about it but never got a chance to watch it. Do you have that DVD in your place?”
“Yes! Great movies. Maybe we can watch it together”
That’s a chick movie. It will never fail to send girls into tail spinning love adventure. Though I was thinking to myself if it was a good move to get her emotional as if she was not emotional enough.
I must thank all of you that has given me points. I have yet to be zapped except for one who was trying to up me since he left his nick, but have accidentally zapped me. I don’t really mind since my intention has never been writing for points.
Do stay tune. I may be reviving some of my older stories in another thread and to continue each of them on separate threads.
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I don’t know how much you guys love Hugh Grant. I love him as he would always get a girl all emotional and suddenly need as much love as they could absorb. Notting Hill has always been one of those movies that has such power.
As I play the movies, Shirley asked for more hard liquor. I brought the whole bottle in. Though I was opting for the pussy option of warm water. Didn’t want to get myself drunk in case Shirley does something out of my expectation. She has been rather a nice surprise for the day so far.
My assessment to date of her behaviour. I doubt she is doing for the sake of closing business. To be honest, what I have given her is really peanut. For someone who claims to be close to breaking with her boyfriend, I somewhat am very close to believe her when she said she doesn’t want to in any relationship with me. Perhaps she has not been shown how she could have fun in life. Perhaps with me, she managed to see another part of life.
Whatever it is, she was settling herself well by snuggling up to me, putting her head on my chest. I couldn’t help but respond by playing with her hair. I could have sworn to have hear her purred.
Without realising how my body has become independent off my brain, my little brother woke up and stirred.
“Oh, someone seems to enjoy my presence” she purred.
“Hehehe… sorry.”
“Why say sorry? Maybe you should say please..”
Who am I to reason with her. The actions on screen though great seem to be of less relevance now. Her hands and fingers were coordinating among themselves and were busy stroking my little brother from outside my pants. Man, this is really killing me. I don’t have to make much moves as she took control of the entire situation.
I ain’t letting myself to be a free loader. We have enough of them in my country. I decided to earn my keep as both my hands slipped into her top. Since she was braless, it makes things easier for me as both I used my fingers to flipped her nipples. She was letting out small gasps of moans.
“Bei, I love you…”
That turned me off than turn me on. I am afraid of commitment. But I ain’t gonna let one small statement ruin my entire night. I chose not to reply her and I know she should have by now know that I am not looking for a longer term relationship.
She turned around and put her lips onto mine. She looked very deep into my eyes and into my soul and couldn’t find any love. I responded a bit coldly by kissing her and hardened my lips a little. Her tongue decided to do some work and was pushing for my lips to open up. My lips weren’t much of a barrier as they were soon parted. Her tongue found mine and soon we were locked in a wrestling match. Her saliva was sweet and nice. Beautiful girls tend to have nice saliva.
“Bei, I am not asking to be your girl, but do take good care of me… I will give you everything I have and anything you want…”
Now, I am a firm believer of no free lunch but this girl is really pushing it. Have the gods (since there are so many religions) up there decided that I have been a good boy and decided to send me a free lunch or are they actually testing me by putting this delectable fish right in front of a hungry cat? I don’t know but I really felt that she was sincere and that she does not mind being my fuck buddy. But hang on, in my many years of playing around, I have yet to see a virgin so open. So unless she is lying about her virginity state or I just cannot phantom what might be the final outcome. And most importantly, I think I was just being dumb. Come on, I play her, what have I got to lose? If she cries rape, I would probably counter sue and cried I was the one that was raped. It is not easy for her to prove rape as there are just too many CCTVs around the area to show how she was going into the lion’s lair so willingly.
With her blanket approval, I decided to be more aggressive. I clumsily pulled her dress up leaving her cladded only in her panties. She was so busily unbuttoning me, so much so it seems like if it was really rape, surely she is the rapist and me, the victim.
“My boyfriend was keen to ask me to take his peepee in my mouth but I have refused him, maybe you can teach me how. I know it will make men happy.”
Hey, this girl is talking. She’s good. At least her theories are good. Now, she knows that blow jobs exist and she is willing to learn. Okay A+ for her. She didn’t even request me to wash it before hand going to show some of her innocence. But I wasn’t too dirty.
“Treat my peepee as if it is a delicious Baskin Robbins cone. You try to lick the top as much as you can as it is the sensitive part.”
She nodded as she pulled my underpants down. She licked my head forcefully using her tongue. I remembered many years ago, I taught another girl how to blow. The first time that girl did it for me, it was painful. She couldn’t control the strength and I had teeth marks on my dick. But with practice, she perfected the art of blowing and in fact is still the best blower in my ENTIRE life.
Shirley skills didn’t remind me of that girl except the fact she was doing it for the first time. Shirley’s was soft and easy almost couldn’t feel a thing as my little brother had many better blowers.
“Now gently slide the rod in and out of your mouth. If you can tighten your lips around the rod a bit but no teeth. Teeth can be painful.” I reminded her.
It was a good feeling nonetheless being blown by a virgin. She does look as if she was doing it for the first time as she gagged herself a bit.
“Sorry.” She smiled. Damm.. air stewardess, smile while servicing even though she fucked up. I love this girl.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, addicted to eating this ice cream.”
No doubt, little brother was standing tall and strong that evening, enjoying her oral cavity. But no girls would enjoy blowing compared to being eaten. I decided to reward her a little. I carried her to the master bedroom. Boy she is quite light. While carrying my little present to bed, she was looking at me again. Her stares can be quite a killer. I was like her knight in shining armour. But as for me, I was like a caveman bringing home the bacon. It’s time to celebrate!
I lay her down and pulled her panties down. I am about to start my lecture on 69. Rather than having one of us down, I decided to do the sideway 69. I told her to continue blowing me and I will attack her little sister.
She smell a little musky. Normally virgins are musky as they pay less attention in cleaning themselves down there. But since I had not had a musky girl for a while, it was a pervertedly welcome change. I gave her clit a welcoming lick. She was like gasping for air. Touched for the very first time. She stopped all her activities on me as I went for the second lick. I could tell she was like in heaven. Was I going a little too fast for her? I don’t know but with every tiny lick, she looked as if she was lacking oxygen. She was concentrating on having fun as she moaned rather loud.
“Don’t stop Bei, this is really nice. I didn’t know sex could be so nice…..”
I decided to lick her vagina opening. It was a bit salty, probably some remnants of her going to the toilet at dinner. But her juices were free flowing out and soon it actually taste a little sweet. She was wetting the bed and she felt embarassed about it but not enough to stop me. In fact she was spurring me on to bring her to kingdom cum.
She begin to lie down comfortably on bed as I moved to the end of the bed and dive into her muff. Her thighs were at times clenching my head as I could feel all muscles within 2 feet of her vagina hardened. She was no longer moaning but screaming. Yes! This innocent girl has now become a wild animal!
Thank you all. As it is Sunday, I take leave from writing. Will update, if time permits, tomorrow. Have a nice Sunday night!
I have been known to be a risk taker. In business, in life and almost everything I do. In fact I have played in all the casinos in cities which I have been to or ships I have boarded. So in this case, this is relevant as I felt she was telling the truth that she is a virgin and hence I would love to do her raw.
I signal her that I want to penetrate her. She assisted without any resistance. So much for keeping virginity till marriage though I don’t think she preached it. She has mentally prepared herself to give it to the person whom she could click with. As usual, missionary is the best position to start a virgin off. I asked her to spread her legs as I positioned my little bro at the entrance of her vagina. Though I have done more than my fair share of virgins and her little sis is as wet as a water theme park, it is not an easy task to penetrate.
“Bei, it is painful…”
I haven’t even let my head in and she couldn’t stand the pain.
“Do you want me to continue?”
“Yes… I think I can bear with it.” I didn’t want to hurt her as I could see some tearing of her eyes but yet being the horny bastard that I am, it is only my natural instinct to continue forth. Really, try putting a big piece of steak in front of a lion and see if he would tell you that he is going vegetarian. I was in my most natural state, the caveman relying on nothing more than his instinct.
I push a bit further and could feel her vagina muscle spasm in an almost protective manner. Obviously the vagina wants to keep it for someone else. I couldn’t feel that she was getting wetter and she was a lot less in pain as I finally managed to nudge my entire appendage in. As I pull it out, she was moaning more in enjoyment than pain.
“Gently please, Bei.. please..” She pleaded.
She spurred me on. She is really nice to fuck. So bloody tight. It has been a while since I had a virgin and she probably ranked one of the tightest. I wanted to change position but it was not possible. She is so tight that I couldn’t control my cum. I know it is dangerous for me to cum in her but I did. I came bucket loads.
I hugged her and frenched her while lying down beside her.