she was dressed in a floral babydoll dress which ended at her mid thighs; on top the dress had spaghetti straps. The front and back straps are tied in a ribbon resting atop above her tanned shoulders. she had an angelic face with proportionate breasts which were just “right” for her petite body frame. her complexion was smooth, and she lithe limbs. i dunno who was her date at the private new year count down party as there was a huge crowd, typical of house parties thrown by socialites.
regardless, she was tipsy midway through the party, before the highlight of the party which is the countdown. i noticed her being helped towards the house by her friend, equally beautiful and sexy. 15 min later, her friend came out of the house again, alone. i excused myself and made for the house, seemingly to use the toilet. but actually, i wanted to find out whether the girl was resting somewhere in the house, given her drunk state. as the main party was by the poolside about 50m away, the house only had another couple; the man was waiting for his date to emerge from the toilet. I went around the house to avoid them, and entered only when they left.
the house had 3 storeys. i snooped around the 2 rooms on the ground floor but she wasn’t there. the house is huge, three levels with 8 bedrooms altogether. undeterred, i went up to the second floor and started checking out the bedrooms. i soon found her in the second bedroom i entered. i quietly went in the closed the door behind me. the room was dark and only a pale light from the distant street lamp illuminated the room. still i can make out her beautiful face and her gorgeous body after my eyes accustomed to the darkness. i was a sight to behold, her laying on the bed, her breasts slowly rising and falling with each breathe. i can smell the alcohol from her.
just as i moved closer to observe her, she turn on her side, facing me. i froze immediately. but her eyes were closed. as i regained my breath, her left hand moved towards her crotch and starting slightly caressing herself through the the fabric of the dress. tipsy and horny at the same time. i was aroused and i slowly unzipped my pants, pulled down my underwear and let my penis out.
her caress motion started getting faster, her fingers making a circular motion on her labia. i stroked myself gently as i observed her, now standing just half a metre from the bed. then her right arm wriggled out from her side and started fondling her breasts, stroking her nipples.
i observed her for a few more minutes, watching this drunk beauty masturbating herself. finally, i decided to take the bold step of fucking her. yes, i am going to fuck her HARD. i reached into my pocket and took out a condom. quickly capping myself, i walked over to the foot of the bed. she was still touching herself.
i made a fast grab on her left leg and flipped her on her back. she was surprised by my presence in the room, a presence she did not detect earlier. i cupped her mouth with my left hand to prevent any screams, while moving my body forward to pin her down. i made sure to positioned my legs between hers so that she had no chance to shutting her legs tightly together.
i was totally overcome by lust now and reached under her dress for her panties. ripping off the panties brutishly, i spread her legs further apart with my own legs. holding steady my manhood with my right hand, i guided myself to her vagina, and pushed the entire length of my cock into her in one swift stroke. she let out a slight gasp as she realised the full picture of what was happening to her. i savoured the tightness of her vaginal walls around my cock for a few seconds before humping her with quick, deep thrusts. i felt her vagina tighten around my rod; she’s beginning to enjoy the sex even if she wasn’t a willing participant initially. i alternated between slow, deep; quick, shallow thrusts. i stopped cupping her mouth as i doubt she would scream for help in her enjoyment. she’s probably confused now, torn by her internal conflicting emotions of having a stranger violating her, yet enjoying the experience.
in the last two minutes, i humped her as deep as i could while alternating between fast and slow frequency this time. her back arched as she tried to get more of my rod deeper into her. in the final moments, i held her shoulders with my hands as i thrusted into her. i climaxed strongly, ejaculating my semen powerfully as she panted.
i quickly left her on the bed and turned her over. perhaps she tot i was going for a second session in doggie position as she made no effort to turn around. i quickly removed my condom, zipped up my pants and left, stopping only at the toilet on the ground floor to flush the used condom away.
Japanese roman porno films :
http://www.movie22.net/2012/04/watch...1979_6501.html
Flesh Target: Rape (1979) , good and long rape scenes. my fave is the rape at the start of part 2:
http://www.movie22.net/2012/04/watch...rape-1979.html
same attractive actress who acted as the reporter in Angel Guts: Nami. they don’t make films like this anymore….
“sir, here are your room key and your colleague’s”, smiled the receptionist.
“thank you” i replied quickly and put both keys into my jacket. the receptionist had grown used to both my female colleague, Irene, and I returning to hotel together that she just gave me both keys today. except that my colleague had gone somewhere else after our appointment and i was returning alone.
i rested in my room for a few minutes, and saw irene’s room key dangling out of my jacket. then my mind went back to what she was wearing that day, the cream coloured tight skirt, with hint of VPL, her translucent top worn over an inner spaghetti strap top. the panty hose running along her smooth legs. then i wondered what lingerie she packed along for the trip. did she sleep wearing a sexy camisole, or an oversized t-shirt?
i looked at my watch. irene won’t be back till for at least another hour. i took her key and went to her room a few doors away. heart pounding in my mouth, i inserted the key into the keyhole and entered irene’s room and shut the door behind me. the room was dark as the thick curtains were drawn. i stayed still, and caught a faint whiff of her perfume, chanel no.5. i turned on the bedside lamp and looked around. near the dressing table was her luggage bag. it was mostly empty save for some knick knacks. i was hoping to find some of her intimates in it. i opened the wardrobe in the room. there were her clothes, and underwear, unpacked and placed neatly. and an oversized t-shirt which i presumed she wore to bed. i caressed the t-shirt and took a sniff of irene’s scent, taking in the residual scent of her shampoo and perfume.
next i examined her underwear. half cup bras with underwire, size 34B. i felt the cottony material in my hand as my eye spied her panties. one light purple piece with small floral prints; kinda kiddie. another piece had lacy trim along the edges, a beige colour affair. subconsciously, i unzipped my pants and pulled down my boxers as my penis took on its hardened form.
still sniffing irene’s bra, i wrapped her beige panties around my manhood and started pumping away. it was a heady experience. within minutes, i cum on her panties, unleashing spurts of semen. i was panicked at the amount of semen on her panties. regaining my senses, i quickly wiped off the semen in the attached washroom and wet some tissue to clean the spots where the semen landed. i used the hair dryer in the washroom to dry the panties. satisfied that no tell-tale signs remained on the panties, i put the bra and panties back in the wardrobe and checked that there is no sign in the room which would betray my entry.
i then went back to my room and thought abt the events which had just occurred. deciding it unwise to stay in my room till irene returned, i went down to the hotel front desk and deposited both keys.
“my friend’s not coming back yet, and I am going out, so i’m leaving both keys here. when she’s back just give her her room key, i’ll take mine when i return. ok?” the receptionist nodded and i went out to explore the nearby areas.
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adeit was 8pm, and everyone in the office had left, except for me and Celine, VP for sales and marketing. as AVP for Ops, i disliked her for frequently promising the sky to clients and then pushing Production to fulfill her promises.
She liked to threaten that inability of Production to meet the demand would mean that the revenues would take a hit. No, it’s never her fault for promising the impossible, only Production’s for failing to do the impossible. Despite this, my team had managed to pull through every time. But it would only be a matter of time before things would crack. Already my best people have feedback to me their strain. needless to say i had my run-ins with Celine.
so it gave me great pleasure to do what i was going to do. i walked into her office and locked the door as i entered. Celine was taken aback.
“what the fark, Tim?” that’s another thing with her. at mgt meetings and with clients, she she would speak so eloquently but with colleagues of lower rank, she would use vulgarities whenever she felt like it. i just kept quiet while i took out my mobile phone to play back a video clip to show her.
Celine’s eyes widened in shock, mouth slightly open as if to scream but no sound came out.
“how did u get that?” celine quavered.
“that’s besides the point. the point is i got this video, and others,
[email protected]
i smirked.
celine angrily left her desk and stormed up to me, arms raised as though to slap. but i would have none of that nonsense. i grabbed her wrists and pushed her back on her table. holding her hands with my left hand, i swept some documents onto the floor to clear the table top.
http://www.mediafire.com/view/?28bsu797fj3haj7#
“u stupid bitch!” i hissed. Celine was stunned by my reprisal.
“i got u now, and u better know what’s good for you before you have no where on this planet to hide your face!!”. Ah, speaking of her face. Celine had an angelic, mature face. at 35 yrs old with a svelte body, she would make for dream fapping fantasies of hot blooded young men.
the fear in her eyes and confusion on her face made me confident to proceed further. i pulled up her cream coloured skirt roughly and started tugging at her panties, the very same one i saw thru the VPL on her skirt the whole day. i wasn’t going to be gentle, so i ripped off her skin coloured panties and threw it on the floor. that drew a gasp from Celine.
“tim, please…, we can work something out…” celine pleaded, her voice breaking.
i wasn’t interested in what she had to say. i had already made up my mind what to do. i released her hands while i unbuckle and unzipped my pants. celine saw the bulge in my underwear. pulling down my underwear, my penis sprang forth like a jack-in-the-box, engorged with blood and raring to go. I capped myself and stood forward closer to Celine.
“no, please…..” celine whimpered. i placed my hands around her waists and and pulled her closer to me, and spread her legs apart. standing at the edge of the table, i positioned myself as i thrust into Celine’s vagina.
http://www.mediafire.com/view/?1ff61cdic4537oa#
“arh! please, be gentle a bit!”
that only gave me greater pleasure at teaching this woman not to boss me around. having pinned her with my manhood, i moved my hands to her breasts, feeling them under her spaghetti top. Celine turned her head to the side, tears flowing. i took off her top and removed her bra, and fiddled with her nipples. as i continued my slow thrusts, i bent over and sucked on Celine’s nips, teasing her with my tongue.
Celine’s contorted face was a mixture of pain and pleasure.
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i slowly build up my thrusting speed, sliding my penis in and out of her. She’s got some good feel down there. i sped up, then slowed down to almost no movement for a minute before building up the tempo again. like interval training.
finally, i slid in for the final mile home, quickening the pace, the smell of her juice and perfume becoming a heady mix in my nostrils.
“Ng-hmph” i grunted as i cummed in spurts. i amde sure to thrust in hard with each spurt so that celine could feel my climax. perspiration glistening on my brow, i released celine and started dressing up. i grabbed some tissue and wrapped the condom in it; this needs to be properly disposed.
“i’ll see u again tomorrow, celine” i said as i parted from her office.
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It was nearing the end of the sec sch academic year, with school holidays just 1 week away. I was glum after school because I hadn’t done well for my exams, with more C’s than B’s, and no A’s. Fortunately, no D’s or F’s also, so I guess that’s one silver lining. But I had carried bigger hopes for myself, particularly after putting in discipline and efforts to revise. I had to do better next year and get decent grades for O levels, at least enough to go on to poly.
I walked away mindless, past a crowd of Sec 4 jabbering Normal (Academic) girls. I don’t like them because they were so loud and coarse, but as with typically ah lians, they were also rather pretty, prettier than the average girl in Express Stream. I recognize one of the girls as Lynn, one of the prettiest girls in school. Slender legs, clear complexion (no pimples, very rare for teens) and perky breasts, Lynn was the object of pursuit (and fap fap fantasies) by both Normal and Express males alike. I have fantasised fucking her while fapping many times myself. However, Lynn was also snobbish and haughty, that no one can claim to be her boyfriend. Anyway, the Normal (A) people generally see the Express students as their antithesis.
I went to the students’ clubhouse which was an annex at the far end of the Technical Block building. it was locked as expected since it’s the last week of term and close to 5pm, end of school day. But I know there was this window which was a bit loose and could be opened. It’s like a secret of mine and I went into the clubhouse through this window.
Slumping into the comfortable couch, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes to rest. I was awakened by some sounds at the window. Still drowsy, I glanced at my watch: 645pm. Outside the last of the evening light was fading away. There’s still that window jiggling sound again. Quietly I stretched my body out of the couch towards the main door, where I could see the window. Someone was trying to come in! I was curious, I thought I was the only one who knew about the loose window.
Still feeling moody, I just sat in the couch, waiting for whoever it was trying to come in (successfully). Slowly I heard soft footsteps and to my surprise, it was Lynn! Lynn was startled to see me in the couch and let off an expletive: “Fuck man. You gave me a scare. What the fuck are you doing here?”
Not feeling particularly friendly, especially at her potty mouth, I ignored her. Lynn came over and kicked my leg.
“Oi, big sister here talking to you, you don’t be no manners ok! U think you express (stream) big fuck?”
I was getting irritated at having my calm oasis disrupted like this. I glared back at her and shot back “what are YOU doing here then?”
Apparently not used to being shown disrespect by others, Lynn walked closer and placed her left leg on the couch arm, leaned forward slightly and said “na beh lan jiao! U dare talk to me like this?” I got an upskirt glance immediately and saw her pinkish panties. Perhaps self conscious of this, Lynn quickly put down her leg from the couch. I retorted back “Don’t disturb me, or….."
“OR WHAT? You call your mother to come to school and complain about me?” Lynn cut me off. I was damn pissed. Already I wasn’t in a good mood to begin with and now she intruded into my oasis and start foul mouthing me. I don’t like people foul mouthing me.
“Get LOST!” I raised my voice. Lynn put her left leg on the couch again and starting making a slapping motion with her right hand. Instinctively, I used my right hand to sweep her left leg up off the couch, throwing her off balance. At the same thing, I stood up, grabbed her right hand with my left hand and pushed her onto the couch. Lynn hit the soft couch face front forcefully, her skirt riding up her slender thighs in the process. I recall my fapping fantasies of Lynn and immediately felt my cock stirring in my pants. Lynn turned around on the couch angrily, causing her perky breasts to jiggle a bit.
“You lum par siao kia, wait I call my gang and beat you up!” Lynn shouted and started reaching for her phone. I grabbed the phone from her and we struggled, me standing up while she is kneeling on the couch. I managed to grabbed her phone away in the end. I switched off her phone and threw it aside onto the table nearby. Lynn was slightly panting from the struggle and…. I noticed the top button on her school blouse had come off, exposing her cleavage and bra. I stared at her perky breasts, ensconced behind her lace trimmed bra. Lynn was furious now, so furious that she wasn’t aware of her exposed cleavage.
“That’s my new phone ok! U break it, you pay me back. TWICE!!” and she lunged at me. Lynn was game for a fight. I raised my hands in self defence and pushed her back onto the couch. Lynn was feisty and started kicking and scratching at me again. In the ensuing fight, she somehow managed to kick close to my groin, not a direct hit but close, and I groaned slightly.
“Haha. Served you right, kan ni nah bully me, I teach you a lesson. I think u need another kick there so u know not to mess with me, leave u with no descendants!” sneered Lynn and she approached me. I just went ballistic and delivered a tight slap to her face, sending her reeling back into the couch behind her.
“You bitch! I had enough of your railing and scolding and swearing!! You kick me there, you will help me find out if it’s still working or not!” I hollered and moved towards her. I had a raging hard-on now, what with seeing her upskirt, exposed cleavage and anger at her earlier attack on me. I want revenge!
I grabbed her legs and reached under her skirt to pull down her panties. Recovering from the slap, Lynn quickly tried to pull her panties and thresh about her legs. Unfortunately for her, I was very quick in pulling off her panties and threw it onto the floor.
“You seow lum par! What you try to do?” even at this juncture, Lynn was still trying to impose her authority on me.
I quickly unzipped my pants and pulled down the front of my underwear, my erect cock thrusting out in front of Lynn. Lynn tried to push me away but it was futile. With my hands firmly gripping her legs, I pulled her towards me, directing my cock towards her pussy. “Now you will know what it’s like to get fucked!!” However her flailing arms proved to be disruptive and I failed to penetrate her. Grabbing her slim waist, I turned Lynn around for doggie style entry. Lifting her waist up slightly, Lynn’s head and hands naturally tilted forward into the soft cushion of the couch. Releasing my right arm, I guided my cock to her pussy and started to push in. “No, no!” Lynn screamed. I couldn’t care less. First, the head of my cock went in, illiciting a short “argh!” from Lynn. Then I thrusted back and forth, pushing my cock deeper into her cunt. Lynn gripped the cushion in front of her in pain, as beads of perspiration break out on her face.
Slowly, Lynn’s cunt got some lubrication and I began to increase my thrusting speed. I also moved both my hands to the back of Lynn’s bra and unclasped it, leaving her breasts to jiggle more with each thrusting motion. I then moved my hands down towards her breasts and alternatively fondled and squeezed them, feeling their warmth in my hands and rubbing her nipples.
“ah! Ah! eh! Ah!” Lynn whimpered as I raped her. This is a fantasy come true, fucking one of the prettiest girls in school and utterly demolishing her pride in the process.
For the last leg of the rape, I turned Lynn around to face me again. I wanted her to look at me enjoying her rape and I wanted to see her facial expression while I raped her. It was a most perverse moment. Just as I was about to ejaculate, I pulled out of Lynn and cummed on her face with a satisfied grunt “Uurgh!”. (
something like this
)
Lynn collapsed onto the couch from the ordeal while I steadied myself with one hand resting on the wall. Suddenly, I thought of doing something to buy Lynn’s silence. I took out my camera phone and started taking photos of Lynn in her state of undress. Shocked by my action, Lynn attempted to cover up herself.
“If you dare as much as squeak about what happened, these photos will go on the internet and you can forget about having any face left for you here. But if u keep this quiet, I will never bother you again and no one will ever see these photos. You understand me bitch?” I threatened. A vain girl like Lynn would want to keep some face no matter what.
Lynn could only muster a weak nodding of her head to show her agreement. Then I dress up and left the clubhouse. I did not see Lynn again until the next year and when we passed each other in school, we just keep up the general normal-express stream rivalry. She did not let anyone know and I kept my word of keeping the photos away from anyone’s prying eyes. I later went on to poly and obtained my diploma. After serving my NS, I remembered the photos and took a last look at them before deleting them for good.
Val was bent over the lower shelf of the store racks, searching for some ex-stocks. Under the bright lights of the store, the outline of her panties can be made out against the semi-sheer material of her cream dress. It’s a pair of high cut bluish panties, with some kind of print pattern which could not be made out. Val was always stylishly and smartly dressed. I recalled all her previous outfits in the office which never fails to garner repeated looks, including some opportunistic downblouse at her lovely breasts.
I visually traced the outline of her slender legs under the skirt, all the way down to her high heels. So engrossed was she in her search that she did not notice my presence but then I not standing very close to her either. Her ass was incredibly sexy and as I watched, I was painfully aware of the tightness under the front of my trousers, my manhood straining against my underwear, demanding to be let out, to enter Val.
I recalled our earlier meetings in the day, where I had voyeuristic opportunities down the top of her blouse, and a slight upskirt when she crossed her legs. Val could be such a cockteaser. I get along well with Val, can even be said to be closer to her as a colleague. There were occasions in the pantry and during overtime in office, where we even had a few flirty teases and some light dirty talk.
Back to the present, at that late hour in the store, I felt a strong urge for Val; I wanted to take her. There wasn’t anyone else around in the company, a SME. I quietly took out the condom kept in my wallet, it’s tricky, cos the wrapping can make so much noise. I retreated slightly from my vantage point to stay out of Val’s sight should she turn around. Carefully, I tore open the condom wrapper and unzipped my pants. Pulling down my underwear, my dick sprung out into the cool air of the air-conditioned store. Putting on the condom, I quickly returned to my vantage position. Val was staying upright now, looking at an item intently. Then she bent over again under the lower rack, continuing her search.
I took off my shoes and crept up behind her. Half of her body was under the rack now, as she rested her right knee on the lowest shelf to get deeper into the shelf space. I got right up behind her, watching her lovely ass moving side-to-side from her rummaging motion under the rack. I quickly lifted up her dress above her waist with one hand while with the other I pulled down her panties. Val was caught off guard but before she could screamed, she knocked her head hard against the upper shelf, letting off a groan instead.
I lifted her legs to get into position for penetration. Val put up a struggle but the element of surprise, plus the bump on her head made her attempts feeble.
I half squatted and rested her legs on my thighs. Hugging her buttocks, my hands roamed around her vagina lips and stroked her clitoris. I guided my penis to her vagina. When I felt her on the tip of my penis, my fingers parted her labia for the insertion. Slowly, I wiggled my way in. First the penile glans, then followed even more slowly by the shaft as there was only the lubrication from the condom to work with.
Val’s resistance resulted in her vaginal walls tightening around my penis as she tried to keep me out. But it only made the penile entrance more pleasurable.
“Tom, please stop! At least let me get ready! ” Val cried as she recognized my attire.
I pulled Val out from under the shelf, with her like semi-sitting on me while maintaining my presence inside her. I fondled her breasts through her dress with my left hand, while my right hand went under her dress, moving it ride higher up her body. My right hand went under her bra and caressed her soft breasts, twiddling with her nipples.
I moved my body closer and whispered into her ear, “Val, after all these while of mutual teasing, it’s time to get some action.” My left hand went under her dress as well and now I was fondling both her breasts while pumping her in doggy position. Her body had become more pliant now, moving in tandem with my pumping action while gripping the shelf for support.
After a good 10 minutes of alternating fast and slow pumping, I was ready to ejaculate. I stopped playing with her breasts and grabbed her torso to reinforce my pumping action. I soon ejaculated strongly, letting off a satisfied grunt. Val collapsed to the ground, panting and gave me a dirty look, a look that said she didn’t like what I did but enjoyed the session anyway despite the rough start.
I paced up and down the hotel room, thinking about what I was about to do. This was a dangerous thing to do, would it be worth the risk to help Michelle like this?
I recalled the afternoon last week when Michelle called me up at work. She was an ex-colleague who had left the investment bank a year ago. She was getting married then and the long working hours wouldn’t suit her new life. We were pretty close as far as colleagues go and had good chemistry, even some flirtation between us but nothing more than that. She was a sassy dresser. She could put on any item of clothing and looked good in it, not in the revealing sort of way. She’s average height but she’s got a good build which allowed her to wear almost any kind of female clothes, from pleated A-skirts to business suits to dresses. She’s got good sized 32B (I peeked at her bra in her sports bag before) perky breasts with just the right amount of “bounce” in them.
I was pleasantly surprised to see her name on caller ID but she sounded a bit off over the phone as I picked up her call.
“Hey Tom, how you doing?” Michelle tried to sound casual.
“It’s good. You know the same-old. How’s married life for you so far?” I asked back.
“Oh”, a slight pause, “it’s good too. Dave’s (her husband) a bit busy lately but overall tt’s a good first year.” Michelle replied.
“Is there something wrong? You sound a little tense.” I asked with genuine concern.
Michelle stayed quiet for a while on the line.
“Tom, I need your help. It’s not convenient to talk over the phone. Can I meet you tonight after work? At the same park?” Michelle said, almost pleading.
“Ok. See you there at seven.” I replied.
Later that evening, Michelle told me about her spot of trouble. Both Dave and her got burnt in an investment. They managed to raise the fund between them to pay off most of the debt (about 2 million) over the past 6 months but they were still short to meet the final payment, failing which they would go into bankruptcy.
“How much more you need?” I queried.
“750.” Came her reply.
“750 thousand?” I asked incredulously. Michelle nodded her head.
“Please Tom, help me. Dave and I have been going around and raising the funds to pay off the debts. Relatives, friends….. I just need this bit more. If we can’t raise this in a month, we’ll be bankrupt and you know that would mean the end of Dave’s and my career.”
“I don’t have this amount on hand, you know it.” I replied. I felt sorry for them, I really do. Dave’s a nice guy, met him a few times with Michelle. “How can I help you?”
Michelle looked nervously around.
“You can provide the ‘tip’? You know, with the work that you do”. Michelle asked softly.
I knew what she meant. This is not the usual “tip”. This was big. It meant insider trading. Michelle and I used to refer to it as “the tip” due to its sensitivity.
“Oh goodness Michelle. You know what you’re asking for here?”
“Tom please, I just need about 750,000. It would be a relatively small trade. Please!”
Fast forward to today. I agreed to help her in the end. I instructed her that I will give her the tip verbally, in a non-descript hotel room and there would be no records, physical or electronic, of the information I give to her. Not over the phone either, in case it was recorded. I had to take such lengths because there was simply no room for such “mistake” in my line; I would have to start all over in a different industry, maybe drive a taxi if this ever, ever comes back to me. Michelle was well aware of the risks she asked me to take. There had been cases where rogue managers offered to become turncoats in order to get a lighter sentence, gathering evidence against colleagues whom they knew engaged in such activities.
A small knock echoed in the room. I went to the door and looked through the peephole. It was Michelle. I quickly opened the door and almost grabbed her into the room.
‘Alright, no phones, no tablets, no computers.” I warned her. She turned over her handbag to me. I switched off her phone and tablet computer. I even ran my hands around the lining of her bag just to be sure. I felt a small cylindrical-like object in an inner pocket.
“What’s this?” I fished out the object, half expecting it to be some microphone. Instead it was a vibrator. Michelle blushed.
“I’m sorry, very sorry.” I apologized and put back the item.
“You don’t trust me?” Michelle asked.
“I’m sorry Mich, but you know how these things can be. I have to be careful. I am putting my career on the line for this.”
I put back the contents of the bag and placed the bag in the bathroom and closed the bathroom door.
“Alright, listen carefully…..” I proceeded to tell Michelle about this listed client company of my firm, whom we had been advising on for a big M&A deal, which was would radically transform the client and triple its share price. The deal was in the final stages and an announcement to the stock exchange is expected to be made in two weeks. All Michelle needed to do is buy 250 thousand dollars worth of my client’s shares and wait for the bounty.
“You can raise 250K right? I can’t lend you any though.” Michelle nodded.
“You buy in 7 tranches; spread them 2-4 days apart. Use at least 3 different trading accounts. Given the stock’s daily trading volume, there shouldn’t be a problem. Don’t inform me when the transactions are done. This is going to give me sleepless nights. And don’t be greedy and put in more than 250K.”
I paused, letting out a sigh. I felt a load off my chest but strangely, I don’t feel any easier.
Michelle unexpectedly gave me a hug and whispered “thanks Tom, I’m forever grateful to you. How could I ever repay your favour?” in my ear.
I felt a warm tingle spreading through my body. And I began to notice Michelle’s sweet perfume and residual fragrance of her shampoo on her hair. Possibly now that I am less tense, I began to notice more of Michelle. It reminded me of our days together in the office, when slogging late nights on projects I would often catch whiffs of her body fragrance, her hair toed up in a bun, neatly shaped eyebrows furrowing behind her glasses, which she wore sometimes instead of her contact lenses.
There was a stirring in my pants, and in that proximity with me, Michelle felt a bit of it too on her body. Michelle released her hug and I could see the plain cream coloured blouse she was wearing, the outline of her bra behind the blouse with her well shaped breasts hiding behind them.
I lifted up both my hands and traced the outline of her bra through her blouse; she did not resist. I squeezed slightly on her bosom and her body tingled. I had fantasised about Michelle before on numerous jacking-off sessions in the past, wondering about how she looked like underneath those figure complimenting clothes that she wore. Now seemed a good opportunity to realize a fantasy.
“it’s a very big risk I am taking,” I half mumbled. I decided to take my initiative further. My hands start to unbutton her blouse. Michelle tried to move my hands away but I refused her rejection and continued unbuttoning until her blouse was fully undone, revealing her breasts ensconced behind her bra. I pulled out the ends of her blouse tucked under her skirt and moved my hands up her torso to her shoulders. Spreading my hands outwards, I pushed her blouse off her body and it slid to the ground.
Though Michelle did not resist, her face was turned away from me. I pulled her towards me and hugged her, feeling the smooth skin of her back on my hands, feeling her warmth against my body. I felt Michelle shivered a little. I unclasped her bra and removed it. Taking a half step back, I looked at Michelle’s nude upper body, her head still turned way. Cupping her head in my hands, I turned her towards me and planted a deep kiss on her lips. Her body quavered. She must have gone without sex for sometime, to react like this to my advances.
I then fondled her breasts, brushing against her nipples gently with my thumbs as they become engorged and erect. I twiddled her nipples between my fingers, as Michelle left out a soft moan.
I embraced her again, this time, I roamed her toned derriere with my hands. I moved my hand to the side of her skirt, where the zipper is and unzipping it, moved my hand into her skirt and caressed her between her upper thighs and traced out her panty line. Finally I unclasped her skirt as well and let it dropped to the floor.
I took off my clothes as well as Michelle stood there in her panties only, confused and uncertain about how events had progressed. I stood naked in front of Michelle as my eyes moved up and down her body, taking in the beauty of her body. My penis was fully erected now, with a few veins visible along the stem; foreskin pushed back naturally by the enlarged glans, which is now a dull purplish colour. It seemed to be pointing at Michelle’s face. While not muscular, my body is fairly toned from regular exercise. I could see Michelle stealing glances at my penis as she stood there hands clasped together at her groin area, arms covering her breasts.
I moved forward and lifted her to the bed. I placed her on the bed with her lower thighs over the bed’s edge. Through her panties, I could see her labia were engorged. I ran my hands from her stomach down to her waist, fingers resting on the upper edge of her panties and slowly removed them down her legs. Her bush was neatly trimmed.
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nearly forgot one important thing. i went over to my bag, took out a condom and put it on.
My bulging penis, sheathed in ultra thin latex, throbbing slightly as I moved forward towards Michelle. I spread her legs slightly as I moved into position between her legs. The lubrication on the condom eased the penetration into Michelle’s vagina. Slowly I pushed in, until the whole length of my penis was inside her. Michelle closed her eyes and pursed her lips.
I started rocking gently, making a slight in-out motion to get Michelle warmed up. I felt the warmth of her vagina surround my member while the fleshy walls enveloped my penis.
As I thrusted slowly inside her, I leaned my head forward to suckle her breasts; using the tip of my tongue I flicked at her nipples, giving her pleasure. I started to bigger thrusting motions, withdrawing from her till the tip of my penis and then thrusting slightly faster and strongly into her. In-out, in-out, I kept a steady pace, slowly increasing speed while maintaining almost full length entry and exit.
Then i switched to shallower thrusting, but pushing forward more forcefully so Michelle could feel my entry. As I made the final “home run”, I grabbed her body while in missionary position and pulled her towards my waist with each thrust to make a deeper entry. Michelle gasped at this last mile ferocity.
I finally cummed inside Michelle, the condom holding back my semen which would impregnate her. Even though I had a condom on, Michelle could still feel my ejaculation as my penis went into muscular spasms shooting out the semen.
I withdrew from Michelle and cleaned up in the bathroom. Putting on my clothes, i looked at Michelle as she lay on the bed, still dazed by what happened.
I went over to her side and sat on the bed. I held her left hand and squeezed it slightly.
“the room’s already paid for. remember what i said about executing the trades. I’ll leave first, you can leave whenever you are ready.”
With that I left the room. Michelle never contacted me again that year after I left the hotel. I never asked if she got what she needed.