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I started out writing the story with no plan or end in mind. Hence, it became aimless, wandering all over the place with so many different perspectives that it lost focus, and ultimately I lost any motivation in continuing, even though I still had many ideas to pen down.
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Having said that, I decided to rewrite everything from scratch, simply because its easier to start afresh rather then salvage bad writing.
Dear fellow perverts, horny bastards, and chee ko pehs,
I am rewriting my old story, ‘My wife blackmailed and fucked by security guards’, mainly because
The storyline will not deviate far from the old one. What is new is much more detailed descriptions, a more focused storyline, and the experiences only from my own perspective. I already have a story ending in line (don’t worry, it will be a very very long story), so at least there is some motivation for me to pen down everything and get all my depraved fantasies out of my system haha.
Of course, due to the increased length and my own commitments, updates may not come as quickly as your cocks recover, so please don’t spam the thread with comments like ‘faster update leh bro’, ‘when is next update?’ or ‘where threadstarter go?’ Constructive comments and suggestions are of course still welcomed, and if I like your idea I may even implement it somehow into the storyline.
So, without further ado, I present to you, for your masturbation pleasures, My wife blackmailed and fucked by security guards (REDUX)
My name is John. I am, or at least I was, in a typically happy marriage with my wife Susan. We are both 27, and in many ways a normal dual income no kids yuppie couple. We stayed in a condominium in the north east area of Singapore, and we both worked hard at our respective jobs. I was a sales manager in a MNC, while Susan was a legal executive in a local company.
Susan was a petite girl standing at 155cm, with a sweet pretty face that made her look younger than her 27 years. While she was not my first girlfriend, nor was I her first boyfriend, we were each other’s first sexual partner. Even up to two years after our marriage, till the incident that changed our lives, we were still making love 2-3 times per week. Despite her height and petite frame, she had decent B-cup breasts with perky pink nipples. For hygiene purposes, and also to please me, she kept her pubic area shaved.
Still, after 4 years of dating and 2 years of married life, we craved for more excitement in our love life. Toys, role-playing, some light bondage, we tried it all. But by far our favorite was making love in public places. In our car at a secluded car park, at the back row of a deserted cinema, at the stairway of our condo in the middle of the night, we experimented everywhere we could. The thrill of getting seen or caught somehow added an edge to our love making. Susan in particular loved it, and would always experience more intense orgasms than if we made love at home.
All in all, I would say we had an almost perfect life. We both had decent incomes, no financial worries, and no burdens in the world. Most importantly, we were both very much in love. Then why was I sitting in a dingy room at a secluded industrial building, watching through a one way mirror into an adjourning room, as Susan, clad only in her panties and on her knees, orally pleasured a large Indian man in the next room? It was not her first cock of the day, nor would it be the last. As I watched her deep throat the large black cock until her nose was buried in his pubic hair, and as he grabbed my wife’s hair and guided her head up and down on his cock, my thoughts drifted back to the day it all began……
This is 1 of the good long story, which i come across in this website, rewrite or remixed seems to be the new thing. Hollywood and Hong Kong too, we have Modify Avatar as well as the new dragon inn. Not forgetting John Woo reformat A Better Tomorrow in 3D.
If i may? To the writter pls take note the 2 important words, blackmailed and security guards. Do not write out of scope.
My wish this story will carry to next year, no need to ASAP get it done. Good things need waiting, many readers will enjoy the waiting.
And, thanks! I will shut up now.
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Bro jchboy, so good to see that you are back, house build up here and wait for your sexlicious story, please come back fast fast
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Bro jcboy,
I diligently followed your story like many bro here. You are a great writter with a good command of English. however you left us hanging in the air when your story are getting more and more interesting and exciting. I hope you will finished your story here.
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Where threadstarter go? Faster update leh bro, when is next update?
Keke, I was about to say that too
Where where where is my updatessssss
As mentioned before, I was a sales manager in a MNC, and part of my job entails travelling all over Singapore to make presentations to prospective clients. One such assignment bought me to an industrial estate at the west side of Singapore. As I was unfamiliar with the area, it took several twists and turns before I found the right building. The presentation went well, but as I was leaving, a building across the street caught my eye.
It was a building newly painted, but even a new coat of paint couldn’t hide its age, which was at least 30 years. What caught my eye was that the car park, in contrast to the other buildings around which had almost full car parks, had only a few cars parked there. There and then, an idea began to form in my head. I crossed the road and entered the premises. A quick exploration told me all I needed to know. I couldn’t see any security or workers around. Checking the office directory, I realized there were only three small companies operating there, and if even on weekdays there were already so few people around, just imagine the weekend when nobody was working. Most importantly, there was a handicapped toilet, it was relatively clean, and the whole toilet could be locked from inside.
When I got home and described the place to Susan, it seemed the perfect place to fulfill one of our fantasies, making love in a public toilet. Even with our penchant for public sex, we didn’t want to risk actually getting caught. Our faces getting plastered on the front page of The New Paper or Wan Bao would most definitely jeopardize our career. However, most buildings in Singapore had either high human traffic or were locked/guarded over the weekend. Hence, it seemed, at least for now, that this was a perfect place.
We went there that very weekend. As I suspected, the building was completely empty and unguarded. After a quick look around to ensure there was no one around, we proceeded to the handicapped toilet. We were so horny we didn’t even get undressed. I simply turned her around, hitched up her yellow sundress, pulled aside the crotch of her g-string, and entered her. To my pleasant surprise, she was already wet from the anticipation, and we had a great bout of sex that day. We were of course more cautious at first, always making sure we were dressed in loose clothes so we didn’t have to strip completely naked and also to keep our voices down. Susan was in particular very vocal when she was aroused. But as the weeks went pass and nothing happened, we got more daring. More often than not, we would strip completely naked and Susan would moan aloud in pleasure with no inhabitations. Many a times, she would scream out loud ‘FUCK ME!’ or ‘I"M COMING DON’T STOP!’ as she reached her climax.
In the other room, I could tell the Indian man was about to cum. Both Susan’s hands were on his dark buttocks, while his hands were grabbing both sides of her head as he intensified the strokes in and out of her mouth. I watched in fascination the contrast between her fair hands with our wedding ring sparkling in the fluorescent light and his dark skin. Finally, with a loud roar of satisfaction, he shoved his cock all the way into my wife’s mouth as it between to spasm, spewing his cum deep into my wife’s throat. He held his cock there for several seconds, making sure that every drop was milked out before slowly withdrawing. My wife made sure her lips were locked tightly around his cock so that no cum would spill out. She then planted small kisses and licks along the man’s penis head, and as a finale she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue at the man to show him his cum in her mouth before she swallowed the whole load.
The man grinned and kissed my wife on the lips. They cuddled a while, making small talk before he started putting his clothes on. I had no idea who the man was. I only knew that he would soon be leaving, but not before passing $300.00 for the hour spent with my wife to one of our blackmailers waiting in the next room. In line would probably be another stranger, waiting his turn to ravish my wife as she took a quick shower and reapplied her makeup. And at the end of the day, the three security guards would probably want to take their turn with my wife as well. Yes, I was watching as my wife was whored out by our blackmailers to pay their debts. The security guards knew it, my wife knew it, but that didn’t stop them. If anything, my wife relished the knowledge I was watching. How did it come to this? As I watched my wife already in the embrace of her next client, a portly Chinese man frenching her greedily, my thoughts went back to that fateful day……
It was in every way a typical weekend. Susan was dressed in a simple white tank top that offered tantalizing peeks of her milky cleavage and red bra. A short denim skirt and 3 inch heels completed the rest of her outfit. I knew that under her skirt would be a matching red G-string. She had no makeup on, nor did she need any. Susan had naturally good skin and maintained it with an expensive regime of facial products. She smelt ravishingly of the expensive body lotion she had applied after her bath. In short, she was the very picture of beauty and sex appeal. Me? Just in shorts and t-shirt lah. Not going anywhere fancy what. It was an uneventful drive along the empty highway, and throughout the journey I was already fantasizing about how I was going to ravish my wife in various positions in the toilet.
After reaching and parking my car, we proceed eagerly to the toilet and locked it behind us. Our lips met instantly in a passionate kiss as Susan wrapped her arms around my neck. My hands were under her skirt, squeezing and caressing her butt cheeks. After a few minutes of frenching, I broke the kiss and began kissing her neck, moving slowly down towards her heaving bosom. Her increasingly heavy breathing told me I was doing the right thing as I slipped off her bra and shoulder straps and pulled down her top to reveal her perky pink nipples. As I took a nipple into my mouth and began sucking it gently, Susan started moaning, ‘oh yes darling…that’s it…make me high baby…’ One hand went between her legs, which she parted slightly to allow me access to her most secret place, already slightly moist and covered only by a thin layer of cloth as I run one finger lightly over her pussy lips. Things were getting hot and heavy when suddenly, there was a heavy knock on the door……
We froze. For an instant, I thought I imagined the noise. Who could be here at this old industrial building on a weekend? I was just starting to relax when the knock sounded again, heavier this time, and a gruff voice with a slight Indian accent spoke up,
‘Excuse me, the two of you inside there, please come out’.
‘Darling, what shall we do? Keep quiet pretend no one inside?’ Susan whispered to me frantically.
I was still trying to gather my thoughts and figure out what to say when the person outside spoke again. ‘Please come out now, we know got people inside. If not we will call police report trespassing’. Faced with no choice, I told Susan, ‘faster get dressed then we’ll go out. At most we say urgently need the toilet. Worse they can do is to ask us to leave.’
We quickly made ourselves presentable. As I reached for the doorknob, I hesitated for a moment, wondering who was on the other side of the door and what was going to happen. Then again, I reassured myself, at most kenna a warning then leave lor. What could they do, right? Having somewhat calmed myself, I turned the doorknob and pulled the door open. I could feel Susan beside me, her hands clutching my arm tightly and her breasts pressing against my arm. But at that moment, feeling aroused was the furthest thing on my mind.
Standing outside the door were 3 portly middle aged men dressed in security uniforms. 2 were Indian, one Chinese. All three were balding with beer bellies. Despite that, they still looked pretty fit for their age. Guess that is one of the perks of being a security guard. In short, they looked like the typical rough characters you see at almost any coffeeshop at night, swilling tiger beer, chatting up the beer aunty, cursing fluently and watching soccer on the tiny suspended TV. However, there was a subtle difference about them. Most of the coffeeshop uncles, for all their swearing and loud noises, were just boasters, all bark and no bite. But somehow, the three security guards gave the impression that they meant business, and god help anyone who got in their way.
Their name tags identified the taller and bigger built Indian as Ganesh, the security supervisor, the stout and ugly Chinese as Alan, and the smaller Indian as Vikram, the two security officers. All three were glaring at us menacingly, their thick hairy arms crossed against their chests. As befitting his position as the leader, Ganesh spoke up. ‘Sir, miss, you are trespassing on private property. Please come with us. We need to make a report and take down your details.’
‘Sorry sorry’, I muttered, trying to look as apologetic as possible. ‘We were just driving pass the area and needed to use the toilet urgently, saw the building not locked so just come in. We were just about to leave already, pang chance can anot bro?’
‘Sorry sir, even if true we still need you to come with us to confirm your identity, otherwise if anything lost or stolen we will be responsible’.
‘We were just using the toilet, we definitely did not touch anything else while we were here’, Susan pleaded.
‘Sorry miss, please just co-operate with us or we have to follow procedure and call the police.’
Seeing that they meant business, I agreed, ‘Ok, no problem, understand you have to do your job. Let’s just get it done and over with.’
For the first time since I saw him, Ganesh grinned at us, showing teeth yellowed by years of cigarettes and neglect, ‘Thanks for co-operating, don’t worry we will take good care of you and your girlfriend.’
‘She is my wife’.
‘Oh issit? Cannot tell, she looks so young. Never mind no difference to us haha.’
Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Alan and Vikram smirk at each other while stealing a glance at my wife’s wedding ring, like they were privy to some amusing secret.
‘This way please,’ Ganesh ordered. We dutifully followed him, hoping to get this over and done with so that we could leave. Alan and Vikram followed behind us. Susan was still clutching at my arms, and as we walked she whispered furiously in my ear, ‘I thought you say this building empty one?’ ‘All the while don’t have one, how I know why now suddenly have? Don’t angry lah after this we go home already k?’ I whispered back, trying to placate her.
Ganesh suddenly stopped in front of us and pulled out a bunch of keys. It seemed we have reached our destination, a nondescript grey door at the end of the corridor, no different from all the others in this run down building. He inserted the key, unlocked the door and stepped into the dark room, motioning us to follow him……
My thoughts were interrupted by a loud ‘ooooh’ from my wife in the next room. She had already taken off the man’s shirt and was now on her knees in front of him taking off his pants. Her pleased exclamation was caused by the man’s erect dick springing out of his underwear the second she pulled it down, almost hitting her in the nose. It was moreover a good sized cock. Susan loved cocks of any shape and size as long as they were hard and bursting with cum for her, but a large one was always appreciated. I knew she would be horny from the previous client who didn’t fuck her, and definitely would not pass up this one. As I looked on, my wife gazed lustfully upon the strange cock that was going to fuck her soon, stoked it gently, and slowly took it into her mouth. I could see she was relishing the sensation, taking the hard penis of a man she just met into her mouth, pleasuring him, tasting him, with the anticipation of more to come……
I heard the door close and lock behind us after Alan and Vikram entered after us. As my eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room after the harsh daylight, the first thing that caught my attention was several monitors and a high tech security console that stood out in stark contrast to the generally run down and dingy appearance of the room. There were six monitors in all, and each was further divided into several screens covering almost every area of the building. ‘Please step forward, I want to show you something,’ Ganesh ordered. As we stood in front of the monitors, Ganesh began pressing some buttons on the console. I was suddenly acutely aware of Vikram and Alan standing very close behind me and Susan, as if to ensure we could not run away.
Ganesh clicked a final button, and all the screens simultaneously changed to the same scene, the area right outside the handicapped toilet. To my horror, the date the videos were taken spanned a period of several weeks, and each showed a very similar scene, myself and Susan, recognizable despite the change of clothes, entering the toilet and staying inside for varying amounts of time, from 10mins - 20mins, then emerging again looking thoroughly disheveled. Susan tightened her grip on me in terror, I almost panicked myself. I realized we were in deeper trouble than I thought. This was no random spot-check, it was a meticulous trap planned out over several weeks. Who knows what the guards might have pinned on us during this time?
‘Wah, your house no toilet ah? Every week come and use ours.’ I heard Alan sarcastically remark behind us.
‘Boss, wait’ I spoke, trying to keep my emotions and voice under control, ‘Ok I admit we not here to use the toilet, but surely there is someone in the management office we can talk to and settle this privately, no need to get so many people involved right?’
‘Wait, there is more’, smirked Ganesh as he took a thumbdrive out of his pocket and plugged it into the computer. At this time, I had also become aware that Vikram and Alan were brazenly staring at my wife with lust in their eyes, with no attempts to hide it. I’m sure most guys with a pretty girlfriend or wife knows what I mean. You go out on the streets, you become aware of people stealing glances at your girl but trying to make it less obvious. Well, Vikram and Alan were definitely staring, but they were not hiding the fact, as if they didn’t care that we knew. Susan, perhaps feeling their eyes undressing her as well, snuggled closer to me. I felt her shiver slightly, out of cold or fear, I didn’t know.
The autorun menu popped up onscreen once the computer detected the thumbdrive, and inside were several files, each named by date. I noticed the earliest date was about 2 weeks after we first came here, and the last one dated just last week. Ganesh opened up the first file and my blood ran cold. It was a video file, and it showed an empty toilet. The image quality was not as sharp as those taken by the security cameras, but it was clear enough to make out most details. It was the toilet where me and Susan had been using for our love making sessions! ‘Paiseh ah hidden camera quality not so good hehe’, Ganesh chuckled. Indeed, the perspective told me the camera was situated somewhere above the mirror, inconspicuous enough yet able to capture the whole toilet.
I knew what was coming, but I was still hoping for the best. Susan was clutching at me so tightly that her nails were digging into my arm, but I barely felt the pain. Sure enough, after a few seconds, the toilet door in the video opened and we were treated to the sight of us a few weeks back, cuddling and giggling like new lovers, entering the toilet and closing the door behind us. What followed doesn’t need further description. We were making out hot and heavy, then we were making wild passionate love. The next few videos were repeats of the first one, and the camera caught us in all positions, doggy, Susan straddling me, the rear straddle, and throughout the video my face and Susan’s were always recognizable when it could be seen.
I now knew how the guards had set the trap. They must have observed us the very first day we came in, and also suspected what we were doing inside, but they needed more damning evidence. So once they were certain we would return, they installed a hidden camera inside the toilet to capture all the raunchy scenes over the next few weeks. And now, armed with enough evidence, they sprung the trap. But what were their intentions. Blackmail? Money to buy their silence? Or worse?