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get to fuck her after all?
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get to fuck a PRC prostitute with her watching? or
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get to fuck both Mrs T and the PRC prostitute?
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get to fuck her after all?
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get to fuck a PRC prostitute with her watching? or
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get to fuck both Mrs T and the PRC prostitute?
Dear SBF bros, this shall be my first posting in the forum. Had always wanted to post but after having read so many interesting and steamy articles for the last couple of years, kept wanking myself off and then FFF (fire and forget) thereafter. This time round, decided that I should do my fair share of contribution as well and discipline my army a little bit. My stuff should be 80% facts and 20% fiction (mainly to protect identities and the dialogue to spice things up as I can’t exactly recall what we said). Please give me your comments and improvement ideas, if any.
Chapter 1 (Under One Roof)
My second MILF experience happened about 4 years ago. Unexpectedly, it came off my ex-colleaque in the same office but from a different unit under the same department. I shall name her as Maureen.
Maureen was at that time, about 36 years old with a 4 year old kid. She is one year my senior and in that aspect, we are not far off in terms of age group. I have never really taken notice of her, simply for the fact that I was having an affair with another colleaque (Mrs T) at that time, coincidentally a mother of 2. Am I a sucker for MILFs and short flings? I don’t think so, because my affair with Mrs T lasted for 3 years and I took her seriously albeit we were both married.
Back to Maureen, things slowly started off when we had a gathering for our inter-department lunch one day. Like I said, I never took notice of her until we were chatting at Sakura restaurant when she suddenly just asked me.
Maureen: Nick, can I ask you something?
Me: Er..sure.
Maureen: Are you staying in Tampines Blk XXX?
Me: Eh! How you know? You saw me before?
Maureen: Actually yes, you are staying at storey 5 right?
Me: Wah! Don’t tell me you stay same block too.
Maureen: Yeah lor, I stay one storey below you, one of the corner units. Sometimes I see you washing your car and sometimes we shared the same lift.
Me: Oh right, but funny how come I never really notice you before…
One office bitch quickly remarked that, “yeah yeah, Nick is so devoted to his wife, never notice pretty girls in office.” Yeah yeah, NBCCB, I never noticed is because I’m already busy screwing one of the pretty mother in office liao! Luckily the other mother is not in the same department, if not, I can’t be so carefree in our conversation for the remaining lunch.
Call it Fate or Lust, I began to pay more attention to Maureen after that day’s lunch. Maureen is a Chinese with very good proportions – 1.7m height and slim at around 50kg, fair-skinned and shoulder-length straight hair. Likes to smile a lot and chatty. She is approximately a size 32C and is always dressed in dress or blouse with denim skirt. For her job, she can always be dressed in casual unless she needs to meet vendors, which she will then be attired in pants or business suits.
Soon after, I will hop by her desk occasionally either to discuss about work or chat casually. I can’t say that I was infatuated with her but find her interesting to talk to, and we spoke casually at length without any reservations. Perhaps my heat-seeking dick is already acquiring a special knowledge of her and locking on to a new target, that I don’t know…
To be continued…
good start, bro. i m here to show u some support n encouragement if your story is hot enuf…. pls continue…..
Soon after, I will hop by her desk occasionally either to discuss about work or chat casually. I can’t say that I was infatuated with her but find her interesting to talk to, and we spoke casually at length without any reservations. Perhaps my heat-seeking dick is already acquiring a special knowledge of her and locking on to a new target, that I don’t know…
Chapter 2 (The Beginning)
About 2 weeks later, just when I was doing some emails after a night of fuck session with Mrs T the night before, I received a ‘beep’ message on my inbox. Lo & behold, who else but a message from Maureen.
That email message possibly altered a portion of my life chapter, it read something like, “I know this is very sudden and this is not right. Don’t know why, but I have been disturbed by something during the last 2 weeks after that day when we had lunch. I really don’t know what is happening leh.”
Huh??!! That message left me both in a blur and anxiety. Could it be that she found out that I was making out with Mrs T in a car or something? After all, the security guards in my company knew I always drive out with Mrs T and I won’t be surprised that office bitches will wag their tongues. I emailed back just to find out more:
Me: Hi Maureen. Er..what do you mean from your email, I really don’t understand.
Maureen: No lah. Hehe, I just want to get it off my mind that’s why I email to you. You can ignore what I said.
Me: Huh? You emailed me with this kind of message and then ask me to ignore? Are you in some kind of trouble and is something bothering you? A penny for your thoughts?
Maureen: Hmm..ok let me think over. Can I SMS you later?
Me: Sure lor, when you are ready .
Actually I’m concerned for Maureen, because like I mentioned above, beginning to take notice of her, but not sure its for lust or friendship. True enough, Maureen SMS me about an hour later, “Hi Nick, you don’t be angry with me or be surprised hor, I just want to get this off from the back of my mind and get on with my life. What I want to tell you is that after this 2 weeks of knowing you better, I began to take a liking to you. I know this is crazy but I thought I should let you know, if not I can’t sleep at night. Sorry if you think that I’m too easy or abrupt.”
I’m neither Casanova nor flamboyant enough to hook up every fish in the ocean. At that time, I merely just work out in the gym and is that sort of guy, whom will be caring to people and seem friendly enough to initiate a chat. However, I will never expect a ‘second spring’ for myself. Things began to change.
Replied back to Maureen telling her not to worry and whether she want to share with me further on her thoughts and maybe I can help her find a solution. Back in my mind then, I did think that I liked her too and is already thinking how I can pound on this unexpected affair but at the same time, seriously thinking whether I want to bring this to a new height. In the end, I thought I should hear her out first and proposed to have dinner the next night, which she agreed. A dinner for your thoughts, I told her.
The next night, we had dinner at East Coast at a Japanese Restaurant and we chit-chatted as usual. Maureen was initially slightly embarrassed and quiet, but I manage to break the ice and chatted about other stuff. We never mention anything about the previous day’s conversation. After dinner, I suggested taking a stroll at the beach. I’m already half-thinking that she will reject my proposal but she went along with it. Ho seh liao, Maybe I can hold her hands or something…
We never held hands and just strolled along the beach and came across a bench. We sat down with her on my right and continued our chat. It was a cloudless night but no fancy stuff such as shooting stars or cupid angels. I was really beginning to like Maureen but couldn’t really bring myself to tell her that.
Just when she was talking and facing the sea lined up with cargo vessels, I inched closer to her and I could smell her faint perfume (faint because been wearing that all day). That lingering perfume got me so immersed or horny (don’t know which one) that I turned and faced her, planting a quick kiss on her left cheek. Then it suddenly occurred to me how naïve I was – makes me feels like a primary school kid seeking motherly love. I should just have kissed her there and then on her lips – at most if she rejected, I would have at least gotten to taste her sweep lips with a slap on my face.
Maureen was surprised and even kind of twitched her head away from me momentarily. I quickly apologized but she told me that it was nice, just that she never expected it from me. I told her I was looking at her wonderful gaze at the sea and that she was so beautiful, which I cannot resist but giving her a peck. I told her I had the same feeling as her too. I felt like Mozart then – playing along with the symphony.
There were no further kissing but we did held hands briefly before I sent her home, which is also my block; talking about saving petrol money! We promised to go out again and I asked myself, just what kind of perfume was she wearing, I can’t describe it.
To be continued…
Thank you tigerboy18. I hope posting will be faster but still in moderation. As to whether hot or not, will leave it to readers. For me, it was both nostalgic and steamy as I recollect those scenes and penned it down.
Chapter 3 (Mrs T)
Our company D&D was approaching at Shangri-La. It was economy boom time for my industry during that period and no expenses were spared. The theme was ‘formal’ and of course, I had a pact with Maureen that we will meet, pick her up from home and then sent her home after the dinner. Of course I had no plans to send Maureen home immediately after the dinner. The only stumbling block is Mrs T, who don’t seem happy at all when I told her I can’t pick her up and send her home thereafter because of some other appointment – I do feel a tinge of guilt when I came up with such crappy excuses.
Now, a little bit about Mrs T. She is about 3 years my senior and a mother of 2 sons. They were already grown up studying at Primary and Secondary Levels respectively. Mrs T married at a very young age and used to be quite plump before I know her. When I first started to know her in the company, she was already very slim and petite, quite flat-chested (A Cup) but with nice thick pouty lips. And those were the lips to die for, good for BBBJ, if you know what I mean.
At that time, I knew she just broken up with her boyfriend (yes, she has another previous affair with a colleaque) and I kind of moved in onto her, again by chatting with her and giving her moral support both in work and as a friend. Mrs T has confided in me she don’t love her husband anymore and she was still with the family because of the 2 kids. She had lost interest in sex and merely gave it to her ‘old man’ simply for the fact that she did not want her hubby to contract unwanted disease outside and also he’s a cheapo. The rest is history.
In fact I had just gone to Shanghai that week before on a business trip with Mrs T. It was meant as a surprise to Mrs T as I had bought an extra ticket for her in order to make it up to her for a minor tiff a month ago. Whilst waiting at the airport, Mrs T text me and told me she will not be coming after all. I was left desponded and angry at the very last minute snub – there goes my free fuck at Shanghai (even though I could have easily gone for the pros there) and my wasted air ticket. Told myself maybe her hubby found out and stopped her from coming. All of a sudden, someone tapped on my shoulder and I turned around…
Mrs T: Hehe..surprise!!!
Me: Wahh, why are you here, I thought you said you’re not coming?
Mrs T: Yeah, was pulling your leg, just want to punish you, want to see your disappointed face when I SMS you.
Me: Oh, so you so cruel, you were standing behind me…(nahbei…wait until we reach there, I will punish you!)
Mrs T: Anyway, I haven’t forgive you yet, I will go tour myself since you will be working and we will sleep separately.
Me: Ok, we shall see lor…
Nothing much happened on the plane, we were just watching the in-flight movies and I’m already half regretting about bring Mrs T along, since she made it clear that we will be going separate ways when at Shanghai. Once at the hotel room, which is a rather posh 5 star junior suite with ensuite bedroom, I was doubly dismayed to find that the bedroom has twin beds rather than a queen size bed. Had wanted to call the check-in reception to change room but Mrs T gave me that kind of ‘you-dare-try’ look. Really siao liao…
I changed into my T shirt and shorts at the hotel and since there is another 2 hours to go before my meeting at the hotel, thought I will just watch some TV and lie on my ‘single’ bed for a while. All the time, Mrs T was unpacking her stuff and not really talking to me. Giving me the cold shoulder, hmm… Maybe I should just call a chicken home tonight and let her watch free show, that will really get her blew her top off! To add things to insult, I saw Mrs T heading towards the ensuite bathroom to change.
The bathroom is the translucent type of glass and I could clearly see her outline when she orderly disrobed her blouse and jeans in a slow manner, as if trying to tempt me with a strip tease. She sat down on the toilet bowl, peed and I could imagine her wiping herself in between those legs. I could see that she was still having her bra and panties on, but gradually changed into shorts and a T-shirt.
Although we already had sex countless times during the last 3 years, my didi still semi-rise without my command & control upon seeing such kind of steamy scene. She has never taken off her clothes in privacy, it’s always in front of me before the wild sex begins and this new refreshing procedure really turned me on! Scenarios began running like wild horses in my mind. Will I:
What a match! England succumbed to intense German gangbang!
Thank you people for your support so far. This is the last installment for the night. I find writing such stuff equally intriguing as having sex; you need to use both hands (typing), mouth (cigarette in mouth), brains (thinking of what’s next) and dick (as always, erected).
Although we already had sex countless times during the last 3 years, my didi still semi-rise without my command & control upon seeing such kind of steamy scene. She has never taken off her clothes in privacy, it’s always in front of me before the wild sex begins and this new refreshing procedure really turned me on! Scenarios began running like wild horses in my mind. Will I:
I pretended to lie on the bed watching TV when Mrs T came out from the bathroom. She went straight to her bed, tying up her long hair into a bun and sat cross-legged, not talking to me, eyes fixated on the TV. What the fuck, I think I’m going for option 4 liao. Ownself PCC (
pussypedia: PCC acroynm for PakChiuCheng - use own right hand wrap around own dick and shake till all rounds fired
).
Then a few minutes after while I pulled up my quilt trying to catch a wink or two, I felt some pressure on my bed. I did not open my eyes, probably too tired as it was an early morning flight, but felt a tinge of warmness and then I heard a voice in chinese: “
weiii…ni bu yao wo ah?
"
I opened my eyes, this bitchy mother. To think she has been teasing me the whole day since from Changi Airport, acting as if she’s a nun and there she is both legs half kneeling with my head in-between her white shorts. I did feel insulted by her play-acting for a moment but abandon all hopes of hatred after I saw the tiny wrinkle at her cotton shorts that GPS the location of her pussy crack. I can faintly detect a smell of urine, but lay there don’t know what to do. “I’m sorry that I have been ignoring you, was just kidding with you because wanted to punish you”, she said.
Me: So what you want me to do now? (blur blur)
Mrs T: Mmm… since I’m on top of you, I want to you to lick my pussy.
Mrs T starts to rub her pussy gingerly along my nose and mouth, with her shorts still intact. I pushed her slightly away so that I could speak.
Me, mumbling: But I thought you never allow me to lick your pussy. You say its dirty lah and told me before that you gave birth from there.
Mrs T: Yeah but now I want dear. Just do what you want to me…please…
Me: You damn horny ar…can I lick your asshole too?
Mrs T gave me that silent disapproving look when I talked about her anal and I immediately pull her down against my face least she changed her mind. Spread both her fair white legs apart, and making sure she is still half squatting with her hands in front supporting herself. I brushed my nose and mouth against her shorts in an ‘up and down’ motion, taking in her cunt aroma and at the same time letting my hands roamed all over her body. She gave out a soft moan.
I peeled her shorts and panties to one side at the same time and was greeted by the sight of her motherly cunt. This cunt after having gave birth to 2 kids for so many years, is right now, for the first time flashing so closed-up to me. Just like her ‘upper’ lips, Mrs T has one of the thickest labia I ever saw. The ‘lower’ lips are like a vertical abalone and she is nearly clean shaven except for a triangular moss of hair just above her cunt. I started to kiss her inner thighs, starting from around her knee area and kissed / licked all the way up to near her forbidden fruit. The smell of her cunt with a scent of urine is getting overwhelming (she did not bath when back to the hotel).
I was still teasing her, frolicking around her cunt with the tip of my tongue and Mrs T suddenly just lifted off me and took off her shorts and panties at one swift motion. Staring in front of me is a glistering wet cunt begging to be licked. I pry open her labia with my index and middle finger and gave her fuck hole a little peck and starts licking up from near her ass up towards her clitoris.
As her labia is too thick, had trouble finding her clits and very soon I was just licking up and down, tasting her cunt juice door-to-door for the very first time. Mrs T was soon moaning away, rocking and rubbing my face to my tongue rhythm.
I was gasping for breath due to the influx of pussy juice around my nose, mouth and chin area and I could sense that she was reaching climax soon as her hands were both grabbing my hair. I used my index finger to try to finger fuck her whilst licking her simultaneously. Without any advance tsunami warning, a deluge of milky substance came over my face (I swear there was urine in it).
Mrs T let out a loud moan at the same time “urgghh….mmm…oh fuck, fuck, I’m coming dear….”. She looked slightly embarrassed, her face blushing and whispered to me as she came lying down on my chest, “that was so gooddd…”. I was still stunned, she had never allowed me going down on her (or up?) and now I’m covered with her juices for the very first time.
All this while, I’m still fully dressed in my T-shirt and boxers, and she, still clad in her bra and shirt. My cock is fully erected by now, and possibly oozing with pre-cum. Her right hand moved down to my crotch, grasped my thingy, and gave me a smile.
I commanded: Suck me now.
Mrs T (looking at me and a little disheveled): Huhh?
Me: Now its your turn lor, pull down my shorts and give me a good blowjob.
At the same time, I slipped my hands beneath Mrs T’s shirt and unhooked her bra from behind. Mrs T looked at me and I know she don’t like giving me oral (sometimes I think she works for MOH or something, cannot lick pussy cannot blowjob, cannot CIM, cannot COF blah blah blah…).
Mrs T (still rubbing my dick): Ok. Just a little,
lao gong
, you know I don’t really like.
I pulled down my shorts and at the same time, started toying with her eraser-like nipples. Although really quite flat-chested, her nipples are about 1cm in depth and I just loved to flick and suck on them.
Mrs T proceeded to go down on me with me sitting up on the bed. I watched her held my cock with her fingers and used the tip of her pointy tongue to run up my shaft before circling around my mushroom head. She slowly engulfed half of my dick, and then started to mouth-fuck her left cheek, before going in another few inches till it reaches deepthroat stage. Her other fingers softly tickling my balls, slowly building up my armies of sperm and all the while, her eyes were looking straight beyond me, as if into another dimension.
Mrs T: OK.
Hao le
.
Me (rudely awaken from my earlier anticipation): Huh?
Hao le
? Can you suck some more? Don’t just put in your mouth and go up and down leh…Can lick a little here (I pointed out to my under-shaft)?
Mrs T gave me her that fuck face look again and I know better than to even request any extra. She has always been an unadventurous lover, just bang, wham and get out. SOP is the same, even in a foreign soil.
Just to finish up things, I pulled up her in the cowgirl position and started to attack her nips with my tongue. She gladly took up position and placed my wet cock (from all her saliva) at her orifice and without much effort, glided me all the way into her, “oooohhh, shiok”.
Her eyes half rolling up and started to pump me up and down. For the next 3 minutes or so, Mrs T was on top of me, fucking up and down, sometimes just front and back, drawing fiction between our tummies. For Mrs T, she gave birth through her virginal and was a little loose after all these years. What I did is normally to squeeze her butt in order to clamp her inner walls a little tighter as and when I decided to cum.
Me: Can I fuck your ass?
Mrs T: No! Just carrying on fucking me, I’m coming…Hey! (slapped my hand), don’t poke me there…
Me: Oh gosh…oh gosh…when can I fuck your ass?
Mrs T: Urg…urg…ohh…god…in your next life…harder, harder dear,
wo yao lai le
…
Me: Fuck fuck…coming dear….
As usual, I shot my load inside her, her rhythm slowing down and we were both perspiring. Circling my finger around trickles of sweat at her back, she planted her mouth into mine and gave me a good tongue-lashing. My dick is still throbbing inside her, felt my sperm oozing out from her ‘sister’ and trickling down my shaft - sextisfied. At that moment, and don’t know for what reasons, I thought of Maureen…
Of course Mrs T treated me well in terms of sex quantities for the next few days of my business trip. But the quality was never there and sometimes I just asked myself, was I out only for sexual satisfaction and was she just contented with someone she loved?
I wanted to narrate this story about Mrs T because it was our last overseas trip together and I will never forget that ‘under the SIA blanket’ hand-job we did on the plane home to Singapore. I still remember the poker faces we had and were desperately trying to slow down our motion whenever the air stewardess walk by our seats, and right beneath, I was busy finger-fucking her and she busy jerking my cock off. Her whole seat was wet and I shot out onto the blanket – both slightly guilty like school children as if vandalism has taken place in mid-air.
To be continued…next Chapter, on Maureen
Good night guys!
camping here for your next encounter with Maureen…
already shoot airplane liao…..( but not in SIA )