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Originally Posted by
naughtynellies
that’s the end of the story.
Don’t worry, good things don’t happen overnight. A few more tries, you will bed her for sure. It’s not the end yet.
The flushing of the toilet woke her up. I was washing my dick in the sink when she came into the toilet to pee. This was the first time I ever saw a girl pee in real life. She hovered over the toilet seat instead of sitting down. I found out later that most girl do that in public toilet.
What are you looking at? Never see a girl pee before? She wiped her pussy with the toilet paper and went back outside.
I followed her out. She hopped into bed and pulled the covers over herself and went to sleep. I let her laid there for a while before I slowly pulled away the covers to reveal her naked body.
She opened her eyes and looked at me. Smiling.
I pulled her to the edge of the bed and kneeled down in front of her pussy. I leaned in to smell her pussy. It has a hint of pee but it doesn’t bother me. She had trimmed her pubic hair short and her pussy lips is thick and bright red in colour.
This turned me on immediately, compared to Korean’s darkened pussy lips that look like one-day old oyster, Fish’s pussy looks fresh.
I parted it slightly and her clitoris poked its small head out. I licked the tip of her clitoris, hearing appreciative moans from her.
I looked at the overall length of her vagina. It seems short compared to Korean’s. From the tip of her clitoris, measuring down to the edge of her pussy hole, it is only about the diameter of two one dollar coin edge-to-edge, maybe smaller.
I gave her pussy a few good end-to-end licking before concentrating on her clitoris. Maybe my technique was not very good. It took her about 20-minute of moaning before she came.
Whimpering like a beaten dog as she cummed, she curled her body towards me and pulled my head up towards her, hugging me. My erect penis found its way to her wet pussy by accident and slid its head in. It felt so good and wet, but as soon as I hear her moaned as my hardened cock moved in deeper, and I lost my erection immediately.
I broke away from her and laid down beside her. She asked me what is the problem.
I said I felt guilty.
It was a fucked up thing to say when you are cheating on your girlfriend but in my little head, putting my dick into her pussy is 100-percent cheating because with licking pussy, getting naked and kissing and everything, I believe I could still lie to myself that it is okay, I could get away with technicality.
She didn’t looked pissed. Instead she said, we should only think of this moment. I don’t think of my boyfriend when I am with you, and you should only think of me. With that, she put her lips around my limp penis and digged into my foreskin with her tongue. She stared at me, looking at me right in the eye. This got me even more guilty as the image of her face buried between my crotch, with my dick in her mouth. I laid down my head to concentrate on the pleasure instead.
My dick erect a little, but still generally flaccid. I am still feeling kind of guilty. After a few minutes of trying, she asked, can you cum through blowjob?
I said I can.
Okay, and she went back to suck my limp dick. Then she lifted her leg over my head and positioned her ass and pussy over my head. Her action took me by surprise and my dick became hard immediately at the smell and sight of her pussy.
Feeling that I was hard again in her mouth, she immediately stopped. I was shocked and sat up. I thought she was going to stop right there, but before I could say anything she was kneeling on the floor with my dick in her mouth again, staring at me straight in the eye.
The sight of her mouth enveloping my dick. Her hands on my thighs to support herself. I closed my eyes to freeze the moment.
Look at me, she snapped. Tell me when you want to cum, she said. And went back to suck my dick.
I was breathing heavily and panting as I was about to cum. She could see it but instead of taking my dick out of her mouth, she sucked harder, with more pressure and deeper, until I cummed in her mouth.
She didn’t suck me dry. She took it out of her mouth after my ejaculation has subsided and held on to my dick to squeeze the last drop of cum from my pee hole and wipe it away with her fingers.
As if developing short tongue all of a sudden, she said, your so brad, arf you poo pell meh when your want tour cung bar you kih quiet, she said.
I could see my white sperm swirling around under her tongue, before she went to the toilet to spit it out. It was a good cum.
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Originally Posted by
alec
but TS , feeling guilty, u still managed to F her in the end right??
Yup, but not right away though. Something happened in between.
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Originally Posted by
kthxbro
“your so brad, arf you poo pell meh when your want tour cung bar you kih quiet”
Pardon me but the above sentence said in short tongue was: “You’re so bad, ask you to tell me when you want to cum but you keep quiet” right?
Yeah, I tried to spell it the best way I could.
Call me, she said as she dropped me off outside my apartment.
I went home, got naked, and smelled my own tee shirt which still has the scent of her perfume, and masturbate.
I keep replaying the whole night in my head, and it kept me erect the whole day. It also made me feel guilty. I didn’t call her. A day later, she called me again.
She picked me up again, dressed in a short pink dress. The hem of her skirt ride up to show her panties but she covered her thigh and groin with a scarf when she is driving.
We talked a bit, she knows I am guilty, and told me to forget about the whole thing as it was a mistake. It won’t happen again. We should remain friends, she said.
And that was it, except it affected me. I fantasize about her when I am having sex with Korean. Whenever Korean gives me a blowjob, I started thinking how Fish is better at it.
Ridden with guilt, sex with Korean became bad. And I am dying to see the mole on Fish’s nipple again.
So me and Fish met up again on the pretext of chit chat, but we went straight to the hotel instead.
The moment we stripped naked, she stroked my erect dick and pushed me on the bed. She put my dickhead in her mouth and sucked.
I could feel my orgasm approaching the moment her lips enveloped my dick and I tried to fight it. But I came at first suck.
She went to wash up. I laid there with that guilt again. She came to bed and I didn’t reciprocate to make her cum, I just put on my underwear and just laid there.
Can you please just think about me right now? I could sense her anger as she said that. Can you just make me cum with your hand?
I was behaving like a classic bastard. She pulled down my underwear and looked at my limp dick.
When you are already cheating, just enjoy it, she said.
She disappeared into the bathroom for a while. I was wondering what she was doing in there when she suddenly ran out and jumped on the bed in front of me. I curled my knees out of the way to avoid her breaking my legs.
She parted my legs and dangled her breast on top of my dick as she looked up at me. She parted her to one side, let it dangled from her shoulders and crawled towards me.
By the time her face was in front of mine, I was hard again. As she leaned closer into my face, she lowered her pussy to my erect penis. She moaned as my dickhead slid into her pussy. Instead of going in all the way, she got up and sat beside me, leaving me with a erect and glistening dickhead.
Now make me cum, she said as she grabbed my hands and guided my hand to her pussy. I started fingering her wet pussy to make her cum. As she was cumming, she panted, lick me, lick my pussy.
I hesitated and my fingers stopped moving.
No! Don’t stop, don’t stop, she panted.
I started fingering her again. Other than my fingers, I was not touching her. I sat beside her, leaning on one hand and fingering her with the other, watching her. Observing her.
Naked, with her back to bedpost with a pillow in between, both eyes closed, her erect nipple shuddering with every whimper as she came.
The next time we ended up in a hotel, I fucked her because after that night, I managed to separate my emotions.
After that night, every time we meet, the night would end with her topless in the car, with me making her cum with my fingers. Sometimes she would give me handjobs or make me cum in my pants. I don’t really care about cumming. I can’t really concentrate on making her cum after I cummed. I prefer to pleasure her, look at her beautiful breast and nipple, sucked them, and watched her cum, then remembering the whole scene again and again when I masturbate.
When I bought my first car, she was the first person to sit on the passenger seat. I made her cum in that seat. I finger-teased her for about an hour before letting her climax just so that I could get the seat as wet as possible with her pussy juice.
The passenger seat now has her cum stain. Before I let anyone seat on it, I went to buy a seat cover to cover it. Korean hates it, but I insist on it.
I would only remove the seat cover for Fish. Sometimes, when I am alone in the car, during a traffic light stop or in the car park before I go to work, I would lift the seat cover and bend down to smell her cum stain, while pretending to take something from the passenger leg area. It doesn’t have her pussy smell now, but the act itself makes me horny.
The tint on my windscreen is scratched and teared a little because once, when she was about to cum, she raised her legs onto the dashboard and pushed back against the windscreen with her heels!
I love my car and I love it even more with Fish in it. So one weekend, when my Korean girlfriend was not in the country, me and Fish drove down to Malacca for the weekend.
That weekend, I fucked Fish for the first time in a foreign country, in a foreign hotel, and it was beautiful.
We are both married now, to different partners. There were many tryst in between then and now. The most memorable ones were those in hotels of weddings where both or sometimes one of us were attending. Missed a few courses in between for a quickie and stayed out late on the pretext of drinking sessions, so convenient. Unfortunately, those days are over. Most of our friends are married and we both have kids of our own. Then we moved on to quickies during enrichment classes after enrolling our kids in close vicinity and timing. Hard work.
Anyway, she had to accompany her husband to Sweden for work. And then two months later Covid hit. She was stuck there for one and a half years, popped one out while she was there and now she is back. With milk.
Just like her first child, she was breastfeeding, for a long while too. Often up to more than a year. After her first pregnancy, we met up after one of her gynae visits. Her baby was about six months then and she was still breastfeeding.
And we were hesitant. I was hesitant. Her postpartum depression was quite bad. After some chatting in the cafe, she needed to lie down, and we checked into the hotel. We chatted on the sofa at first, she suggested the bed so she could get comfortable.
Elbows on the bed, we continued to talk, and then I just had to lean in and kissed her, mid sentence. She didn’t kiss me back, just let my lips and tongue continued exploring hers. As I started pulling her close to me, she went limp and lied on her back, hands outstretched above her head, letting out a content sigh, seemingly exhausted, as if to say, finally.
I pulled back her cardigan, and leaned face-first into her armpit. Took a deep breath of her foul-smelling armpit, feel her stubble on my lips, and reached out to lick her soft folds with my tongue and kissed her sweat, sucking the soft stubbly folds into my mouth.
Convinced that my lips and tongue now smell like her armpit, I looked at her in the eyes, and she gave me that pained and embarrassed look. I inched up to kiss her and she turned her head away from me, with a soft yelp.
I traced her jawline with my lips while I scoot over to the other side. Now facing her, I kissed her, letting her taste and smell her underarms on my lips and tongue. After a while, she kissed back, and then violently, nibbling my lips, short of drawing blood, she let go and bit my cheek instead.
I hopped off the bed and pulled down her panties from behind. Then her skirt and dived straight between her butt cheeks, drilling and digging, willing her cheeks to spread and swallow my face with her buttocks.
She stood up. Took off her cardigan and top and bra. She lifted a leg and put her feet on the bed, allowing me to bury my face deep between her thighs and take deep breaths, just breathing, being alive between her thighs.
And then she walked to the bathroom.
She looked really unhappy. Thighs together, her vagina hidden from view, she avoided my eyes when she peed. She knew I loved watching her pee. I don’t like drinking it, I just love to be inches from it. I love to kneel down in front of the toilet bowl, her legs open, watching her last drop trickle to a stop, wipe, stands up in front of me and I grabbed her ass and shoved my face in that little triangle of heaven. And she would grab a fistful of my hair and we just stayed that way for a while.
Anyway, she totally ignored me when I handed her a few squares of Kleenex. Stepped right into the bath tub and showered. I offered to soap her. “No! Stand there. Don’t come in,” she said. “I need to pump.”
When she was done, I gave her room to dry herself. She caught me staring at her caesarean scar. “Don’t look.”
I turned away and started backing out of the toilet. She probably wants to go home since she didn’t bring along her breast pump. She followed me into the living room. She looked angry. What does this woman want?
Then she stopped in the middle of the living room and dropped her towel. I quickly kneeled down, grabbed her ass and buried my face between her thighs, smelling that generic hotel body wash on her. One my hand reached up to grab her swollen hard breast and gently started to squeeze.
It was probably painful as she looked like she was about to cry. Droplets of milk started to form around her nipple, quickly trickling down along her mole. I reached up to lick them, “Don’t suck, okay?”
But I didn’t care. I rolled her nipple into my mouth and started sucking. Hard. And I squeezed harder to get a better flow.
With her nipple in my mouth, I guided her to the sofa behind her and sat her down. I continued to suck, making sure almost a mouthful before I swallow. I could feel her breast soften in my hand.
“Don’t suck.” And she started to cry.