While I’m playing around with ideas for my fiction thread, I decided to post on my non-fiction thread on updates with Mr.T
This was where I left off
http://sbfsg.world/showpos...&postcount=734
So how did things progress with Mr.T?
Read on
P.S: Mr.T, this is part 1 of ur return Xmas gift…
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We parted reluctantly. It wasn’t something we both wanted but it had to be done.
Fate however wasn’t done with us.
In the days that ensued, both of us tried our best to ignore what we felt inside and be purely platonic friends.
If we met, hugs…ok, try not to hold hands, and even more, not to kiss or,anything else.
It was also a time when we could really hang out with each other without anything sexual happening.
Well, we succeeded.. At least for awhile…
One evening, we arranged to meet for dinner.
I cannot recall the circumstances clearly, but I do recall that before that, I was being rather emo. I do get emo easily….and it was raining me and my pals- the doggies….:s didn’t help my mood.
But somehow, seeing Mr.T brightened me up. Perhaps it’s that effect he has on me. He makes me smile. Happy. Just being with him.
So we had dinner, and as usual, he saw me back home.
Usually he’d park and we would chill abit, sometimes hug, or kiss abit before we made our way up.
Today was no different.
Except, perhaps we had spent considerable time apart from each other, Mr.T and his monster missed me…even till now, I’m still amused when his monster comes poking out from just lip locking. And yes, in public places. Lols. But I digress.
It began really innocently, just wanting to hold each other.
We thought we could be content with that.
Then there was the suggestion to move to the backseat. It’s quite tough stretching across from the driver seat to the front passenger seat and vice versa.
So we hugged. We cuddled for abit.
And not really being aware of it, it became a make out session.
To say we kissed each other hungrily is a gross understatement.
We literally devoured each other.
And as we began to get into the mood, hands began to wander.
It didn’t help that the dress I was wearing was a little on the short side, ending around mid-thigh, which had begun to snake up to butt level, allowing Mr.T many avenues for exploration, which he fully took advantage of.
As the dress I was wearing was quite clingy, I had opted to wear a thong instead. The lack of material thereof, told me how increasingly damp I was becoming.
Perhaps it was the moon again. I did something I never expected myself to do.
I climbed across Mr.T and straddling him, began undoing his pants.
Whether he was surprised, shocked or in joy, I really couldn’t decide. Lols
My only thought was simply to get him in me ASAP.
Besides, T didn’t resist either, he enjoys having me on top- so he can sit back and enjoy.
Plus, there was the familiar dampness on his boxers as well.
The monster was oozing pre-cum.
Pushing my thong to the side, I positioned myself over Mr.T’s monster and slid down slowly, grimacing as I felt that familiar pain as my entrance muscles slowly relaxed to take him into me. Deep into me, filing me wholly.
It was quite an experience, riding him in the backseat, in a public carpark lot. Even more so as Mr.T became slightly paranoid some passing car or person would catch us in the act. Lols.
That I had chosen to leave my thong on in the process somehow made it feel more kinky than totally removing it.
However, it was somewhat challenging as well due to space constraints. Thus after awhile, Mr.T suggested the nearby stairway. That way, he would also have to ‘work’
I hesitated abit before following him out to the stairway. But not before removing my by now thoroughly soaked thong
Checking that we would hidden from any passer bys on the outside, I bent over the stair railing as Mr.T positioned himself to take me from behind.
As he worked at pumping into me, his hand found his way up to my boobs and began squeezing them. But due to the cut of my dress, it was impossible to reach in and caress them directly.
Another rash idea came to mind.
With shaky hands, I reached for the side of my dress and unzipped it, and gave Mr.T a Cheshire Cat like grin.
Now, he had proper access.
With His thrusting and at the same time massaging my boobs, I couldn’t resist but let out a few moans.
It echoed through the stairwell.
I was suitably embarrassed, and became abit worried someone would investigate the source?.or maybe catch a free show
but Mr.T, being him, always successfully renders me incapable of thought as he brings me to my climax.
Shortly after, he too quickly withdrew and shot his load, most of it spilling on to the concrete floor.
“Wa…that was alot”
We both kinda agreed on that.
I wondered how long had he accumulated all that..hmm. Perhaps that was also the reason for his extra horniness.
As we were cleaning up, T suddenly said:
“Ey, I don’t think we’re the only ones doing it here lo”
Hearing T’s comment, I glanced at where he was pointing at.
Sure enough, there was faint marks on the walls…of some substance dripping from a certain height down to the floor.
We grinned at each other.
As T walked me back home later, I felt jelly like in the legs.
If I wasn’t holding on to him, I might have wobbled and collapsed.
But I couldn’t help think to myself, if T was that open to experimentation…hm….
Ideas began forming in my mind
Assuming of cos, there would be a next time.
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SammyNewbie
Well, this is actually my favourite thread of your story set. Glad to see an update from you =).
Wow..thanks for the support and compliments! And I was still apprehensive on reviving a dormant thread
Better get to zzz soon yeah
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It’s a good thing I am on leave for a little while. I should actually be working on my own thread… but yeah, it’s a tendency to be abit lazy although I already know what to write…
*listens to kitty and goes to sleep*
Lols…the power of a kitty’s meow! (:
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BMW69
AHHHHH HAHAHAH OMG LOL. Anyway! Doggies huh? Your pals
Hahaha is it a reference to whats coming up next?
Erh…u’ll have to read on to find out (:
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Hondafreak99
Sis kitty, applaud u for being brave enough to recall and share ur hurts.
What’s important is u learn from ur experience and live life to the fullest!
Open ur heart and I am sure u will one day find the man in ur life who will love you and treasure u for who u r.
Thanks for the well wishes!
Well…I hope he reads this. Hahahah
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acidicavex
Woo car sex woo carpark staircase Wooo miss those days….
Good update
Shift..u can re live it again ma…older and bolder?!? Hehehehe
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curiouslala
Lets doggieee~~~
Ok sis….u definitely need ….. [pls fill in blanks accordingly to ur imagination]
Hahahahahah
Still a few more days till end of Xmas…maybe Santa will drop a surprise in ur stocking. Haha
Perhaps it was that initial experience that whetted our appetite for more, or my fav excuse, the moon
Whatever it is, it laid the foundation for more to follow.
One weekday afternoon, we both had gotten time off, and decided to catch a movie together. Being a weekday, and that the movie -The Bachelorette was rated NC16 (I think), no chances of lil kids squealing inside, and a thinner crowd.
We had seats at the last row. 3 seats away for us to my right was another couple. And the3 seats on Mr.T’s left were empty.
There was also another couple seated a seat to his left in the row in front of us.
In a nutshell, we were almost ‘secluded’ in our own corner.
As most will be aware, cinemas have now done away with so called couple seats, and instead opted for arms rests that can be lifted up so a couple could cozy up to each other still. Naturally, we did that. I had also brought a shawl along to,cover up in the cold cinema. Plus, I was wearing a dress which was a tad on the short side,, and a shawl would help cover to,prevent any accidental exposures.
So there I was, holding Mr.T’s arm, feeling very cozy and enjoying the show when I felt a tickling on my thigh. His hand was getting restless from resting on my lap and was beginning its usual wanderings.
Once or twice, I caught his hand and restored it to it original position on my lap.
But on the third time, I stole a glance at the couple to my right.
They were absorbed in the movie.
Adjusting myself, and my shawl, I gave in and allowed Mr.T’s wandering hand it’s so called freedom. By then, I was also,beginning to be sufficiently distracted away from the movie.
It didn’t take long to work his way up. By then I was also feeling that familiar dampness that his skillful fingers could so easily trigger.
I stole another cautious glance at the couple to my right.
Still engrossed in the movie.
Trying my best to minimize my movements, I adjusted myself again, this time propping a leg over his lap, and drawing my shawl over the both of us like a blanket, welcoming those skillful fingers of his, and at the same time, covering up what was happening.
Tentatively, I reached out for monster as well an awakening monster asking to be released from the constraints of T’s boxers n pants.
I wasn’t going to be the only one on the receiving end.
Leaning over, I whispered
“Take it out…”
And as discreetly as he could, Mr.T released the monster, and returned to paying attention on his exploration of me.
Usually, I wold combine both a hj +bj to increase,it’s efficacy, especially when dealing with Mr.T and his freakish mind control.
I must be doing something right since he says I’ve managed to negate his mind control. The next step? To conquer him.hahhaah
This time however, I had to rely solely on my hand- singular- one hand to create as much pleasure as I could for him.
Meanwhile, Mr.T had already pushed my panty aside and slipped a finger in.
My breathing got more heavier.
I struggled to maintain my apparent composure, and not move or,wriggle too much, and most of all to contain the moans that so desperately wanted to escape me. If the cinema was silent then, the ‘slop slop slop’ sounds of his manually pleasuring me would be acutely clear.
mr.T’s monster was in no way neglected either.
Finding his his pre-cum leaking out as usual, I spread it over the monsters head in a circular motion, using my thumb occasionally to rub against the underside of it.
I felt a twitch.
Good, he is reacting. My evil thoughts built up as I used my fingers to run up,and down the side of his shaft, and alternating it with the usual wanking movements.
The monster was getting to be fully awake and spurting out quite abit of pre-cum.
I was also half tempted to ‘rape’ him.
My willing ‘rape victim’
Perhaps if we were the only ones there. It might have happened. Lols.
I forgot how long our mutual mast. session lasted.
I only knew it ended when mr.t turned to me and whispered
“Stop, stop, I’m going to cum if,u continue”
Not ideal at all.
I reluctantly let him separate me from the monster, with promises to visit again.
He also withdrew his hand from its exploratory pursuits as well.
We cleaned ours hands with some damp tissue paper and continued watching the movie as if nothing had past between us.
But the flame had been lit….
After the movie, we grabbed some dinner where he slyly commented how spicy foods boosts libido. I merely grinned at him.
It was obvious what we both wanted.
The question was…where?
Somehow, we found ourselves back at the car park stairway, with me bent over the railing and him taking me from behind as well.
Maybe it was holding back for awhile, it felt especially good to have the monster again. It also helped it,was our 2nd time so less jitters and nerves, and Mr.T was able to exert better control and withdrew in time for me to take him in my mouth, sucking him clean and dry, as I felt him stagger and stopped me.
“Well, just saved u the cleaning up bit” I told Mr.T as he tried to regain feeling in his legs.
I also wondered if he was swearing abstinence from sex for a few days.
I was also still considering ideas on how to side up things in the bedroom itself.
How far would Mr.T be willing to go? How far would I be willing to go?
One thing was for sure, the next time, it was going to be interesting.
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BMW69
Hehehe M18 or NC16? No M16 de leh :P Ok la its M18. I know cos I want to watch but cannot :'(
Typo…..consequence of typing at 3am…
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kittymae
Typo…..consequence of typing at 3am…
Hahaha sleep in tomorrow ba
Keep my thread alive yea, jie?
Nice story Jie. I never knew you went through so much pain and hurt and were deceived. I wish I can say more but… I’m lost for words for the first time in my life.
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Noobwee
Nice story sis!
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spwk1f
wow!! nice update..
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Legionnaire
Interesting read TS.
Thanks for the support!
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BMW69
Nice story Jie. I never knew you went through so much pain and hurt and were deceived. I wish I can say more but… I’m lost for words for the first time in my life.
Sometimes. Not saying anything says more than words do themselves.
K, Ethan, Ian.
This thread should have ended with the last bit on Ian.
Yet it continues on with a certain Mr T.
Some time had been spent contemplating if I would create a new thread for T. And re-reading this thread and comments from readers who have followed and shared my emotional turmoil, I decided to revive on continue to dormant thread.
the 3 had indeed changed me in their own ways, and the ‘consequence’ is somehow reflected in this thing with Mr.T
From
K
, I learnt that what I wanted more was the simplicity of every day things.
From
Ethan
, I learnt that I needed not to hear honeyed words but feel from the sincerity in actions.
From
Ian
, I learnt not to shut myself out to possibilities- however slim and impossible they seemed.
At the start, indeed what I had with T was more physical, sexual than anything else.
But over time, a connection, a bond formed. then strengthened, and continues to every day…
To my
readers
who have expressed their concern, encouragement, and support, thank u. Re-reading them helps to put the unhappy past even further behind me.
To
Mr.T
, thank u for taking a chance on us, for that “One Day”
and now, my story continues.
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We had come quite far together, from just meeting purely for sexual reasons, to having dinners, chatting over chat apps on every day stuff, a movie, shop…
Acknowledging the presence of real emotions was maybe the biggest step for either of us to take.
But owing to circumstances, the time we have together is also limited. We try to make most of it. And sometimes, the moon plays its part too.
It had begun as usual, with an intense tongue workout, and exploratory caresses and gropes, and stripping each other of clothes. As we paused for air, I asked T
“Didn’t u say u wanted to tie me up?”
I couldn’t fully interpret his expression, but it did appeal to him. He was after all, open to some degree experimentation.
“Tie with what?”
I glanced around my room as I did a mental checklist of my wardrobe items as well.
“How about that?”
T followed my gaze. I had caught sight of a shawl/scarf which should caused any abrasions or leave us in danger of a dead knot.
He got up and went to fetch it, switching off the lights at the same time.
When T returned to the bed, I asked with a mischievous grin,
“How do u want to tie me?”
“Put ur hands above ur head”
I complied.
T then used the scarf to bind my wrists together.
Giving me his usual “evil” grin, he went to work.
It is hard to describe how it feels.
But with my wrists bound together, I was effectively at the mercy of T.
For someone used to using her hands to direct T to, I felt helpless.
At the same time, there was also a sense of expectancy as to what he would do next.
Would T kiss me?
Would he instead be sucking on my boobs
Or,would he travel down south, licking me dry as fast as I was getting wet for him?
Maybe he would employ the use of his magic fingers, and bring me to orgasm?
Or perhaps, a combination of all of these.
And tease me T did. So well that I struggled to break free of my bonds, to want to push him deeper as his tongue seemed my warm cave or to cradle his head as he nestled in my chest.
When I finally broke free (T actually didn’t bind me that tightly, probably cautious of hurting me), it was time to turn the tables.
“So, are u ready for ur turn?”
I flashed an equally evil grin at T
No doubt, his male ego made him rise up to the challenge (pun intended).
“Sure, why not?”
Now, this was going to be fun alright…
[to be continued]
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kittymae
From
K
, I learnt that what I wanted more was the simplicity of every day things.
From
Ethan
, I learnt that I needed not to hear honeyed words but feel from the sincerity in actions.
From
Ian
, I learnt not to shut myself out to possibilities- however slim and impossible they seemed.
Everything we do teaches us a lesson. Sometimes we don’t realise it then sometimes we don’t realise it till much later. But it’s nice to see that you’ve learnt from all 3 of them
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