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Muahahhaha
*rubs paws in glee
Where is my reward??
Hehehe uhhh another chapter?
making me fall deeper into the hole again right?
-–Chapter 32—
We extended our stay in the expensive hotel, spending the third day in the beach. Once again, I struggled to contain the growing bulge in my boxers as Carrie and Steph ran around the while sandy beaches of Monaco trying to undo each other’s bikini top to the amusement of other wealthy beach goers. I happily snapped away on my 5D Mk3, working my 24-70 hard as I shot hundreds of pictures of these two teenyboppers. I also enjoyed the sight of European women with long wavy hair sun tanning half-naked on the beach. The idea of offering those topless young ladies the barely used bottle of sun block beside me was very tempting but Carrie gave me a knowing look every time I stole a glance at the tube of Banana Boat and gave me the death stare when I finally dared to pick it up.
I smiled in glee when it was finally time for Carrie to put on another layer of sun block and I took the opportunity to slap the thick whitish gooey lotion onto her bare back, massaging her shoulders before moving down to her perky ass. I mimicked the motion of fingering her with the lotion on my hands, coaxing exaggerated moans from her, drawing many envious stares from the nearby men. Steph, not to be outdone, started massaging her luscious boobs with sun block in unrealistically large motions. The two girls then proceeded to feed me my martini and grapes while caressing the bulge in my pants. The two of them seem to be enjoying themselves more than I am when I noticed two police officers walking towards our general direction.
I reluctantly left the ostentatious hotel in the late morning of our final day, partially because the two ravishing beauty were at long last dressed in more than a pair of skimpy beach wear. As I climbed into our waiting Range Rover, I stole a last glance at the grand old building before embarking on the second leg of our three week long holiday.
As I drove on the A10 towards Charmoinx, where we would be spending the next three days, Carrie unzipped my jeans to grope my soft member as Steph slept soundly in the luxurious Almond coloured leather back seat. I grabbed Carrie’s head and pushed it down, unbuckling her belt as I struggled to concentrate on my driving. The French motorway was quite empty on a lazy Thursday afternoon and I cruised along at 130km/h while my angelic girlfriend licked my dead member back to life and gave me cute looks whenever I stole a glance at her. I checked the rear view mirror at times to make sure that Steph was still asleep and I pushed her head onto my dick when I felt it was well lubricated enough. Turning on the stereo and connecting my phone to the sound system, I played modern pop while enjoying the blowjob. She kicked off her Charles and Keith heels and got into a more comfortable position, flipping up her Burberry dress to reveal the pink cotton panties she had on.
It was getting increasingly difficult to concentrate on my driving as I felt a load starting to rise from my balls and I grabbed her head hard, pushing her deep down on my dick, causing her to gag before letting go and letting her continue to blow me. I warned her I was about to cum by grabbing her boobs and she hastened her pace, causing my volcano to erupt hot white cum into her waiting mouth. She opened her mouth wide to show me my cum which she was playing with in her mouth, swallowing it in one fluid motion and licking my still hard dick again to make sure it was clean and devoid of my cum before helping me to pack it back into my underwear and zipping up my jeans. Belting up again, she left her skirt slightly flipped up so I could continue to enjoy her silky white legs for the rest of the 2 hour journey.
-–End of Chapter 32—
-–Chapter 33—
The two girls watched ANTM on the 8” touch screen entertainment system while I looked at the GPS on the same screen. It was thanks to the GPS that I managed to find the way to our hotel, located near the bottom of Mont-Blanc. We checked into one of their bigger Chalets with a tastefully decorated white wooden floor and white furniture that reminds me of my own humble abode back in Singapore. We unpacked our belongings, Carrie and I sharing one of the en-suite rooms and Steph taking the other, before ordering room service for dinner and then turning in for the night. Having released my load earlier in the day, I was still unable to perform no matter how hard Carrie tried again that night. I looked at her apologetically before licking her till she came and we went to sleep that night with her drying juice still on my face.
I was awoken by Carrie at about 9 in the morning, prodding my stomach, teasing me about the little fats that I have there. I then walked with her to Steph’s room only to see her pounce onto Steph, causing Steph to jump out of bed in shock, rudely awoken. Walking towards me, Steph asked why I had caked whitish stuff on my face. I smiled sheepishly and walked towards my toilet to wash my face before anyone else noticed it. I could hear the two lovely girls laughing away as Steph teased Carrie to no end about our late night adventures. Carrie was trying to brush it off while Steph was threatening to ask me about it. The two girls continued to fight it out in a really cute and lovable manner as I washed up, making the mundane and routine tasks of brushing my teeth and washing my face especially enjoyable.
We were all dressed in our thickest winter clothing that day as we walked out of our chalet, towards the school that we would be learning how to ski from. I had some prior experience from a ski trip to Korea and another to Switzerland but the 2 girls were completely new to it. Anyway, I do need a refresher course after not skiing for a few years. We laughed at each other falling off the skis, the soft puffy snow cushioning the fall. The snow was unlike those hardened packed snow that can sometimes be seen elsewhere. By the end of the 3 days on the powder white surface, we were more or less confident enough to say that we’ve successfully learnt how to ski and the two girls were rewarded with a candle lit dinner with yours truly in the chalet.
After a day in thick winter-wear, I was always delighted to see the girls strip down to something more comfortable to be worn in the heated chalet. That day was no exception as my dearest Carrie was in a tank top from Cotton On and short denim shorts, Steph dressed similarly except she’s wearing Levi’s slim fit jeans. I devised a plan to pound Carrie hard in the white bath tub that night after Steph retreated into her room. Dinner felt painfully slow that night as I sawed through the roast beef. I could not wait for Steph to fall asleep and kept pouring red wine for her while sending an iMessage to Carrie, telling her of my plan. I got 3 laughing faces in the SMS reply Carrie sent me and I knew I could count on her to get Steph drunk. I uncorked bottle after bottle of 1985 Moet Chandons, mostly drank by Steph. The price of all that wine was worth it though when Steph finally stumbled into her bedroom after wishing us goodnight.
I immediately carried Carrie into the bathroom, stripping off her shorts to reveal pink boy shorts underneath. I couldn’t really blame her as she was dressing to combat the cold and not to seduce me under her shorts. Next on the list was her tank top and the white bra that was starting to show itself as Carrie stripped me and I carried her into the tub, finally removing the other articles of clothing she had on. I left the tub dry and jumped in, realising that it was pretty narrow. I gave up and carried her onto one of the two sinks in the bathroom instead and started to lick her and she struggled to not smash her ponytail into the mirror behind her. She started moaning and screaming, my signal to enter her.
-–End of Chapter 33—
Is the story too boring?
-–Chapter 34—
I pushed into her hard and was met with fierce resistance from her ever so tight pussy. After all these months of fucking her, her pussy loosened a little but not enough for me to enter her in a swift motion. Pushing hard, I finally went in and she emitted a groan as I started to pull out before going straight back in again. She was moaning loudly, thinking that Steph was asleep when suddenly we heard a cough at and turned towards the toilet door. Steph was standing there looking so smug and Carrie screamed!
My member went soft instantly and it slipped out of Carrie’s beautiful pussy easily and I ran towards Steph, chasing her back into her own room. I had to make a choice. I could do it with Steph later that night when Carrie was asleep, feeling that B cup boobs again and that warm inviting vagina or I could stay true to Carrie. I chose the latter and walked back to Carrie, both of us still naked. We took a bath together innocently and got dressed before lying down on our bed together. Feeling that I was still soft from the incident just now, Carrie asked me if I wanted to try again with our door locked, saying 感情是可以培养的. I declined her offer though, saying that I have a long 7 hour drive the next day. We fell asleep in each other’s arms after a long passionate kiss.
“OI OI WAKE UP YOU SLEEPY BITCH” and I felt something hard smash against the left part of my body and the bed sagged and my eyes flew open. My arms felt like they have been smashed with a hard hammer as I blinked twice, focusing on the giant mass that was on half of me.
Me: Steph! What are you doing?!
S: Waking Carrie up that sleepy head! How could you not have invited me last night?
C: OI! We were trying to do it privately! I haven’t even killed you for barging in like that!
S: You left the door unlocked! Blame yourself. Besides, you’re making so much noise!
Just like the previous day, I got into my bathroom and turned on the silver tap and let the cool water flow into the glass cup, with the two girls bickering over sexually related issues. I refilled our water bottles with the cool tap water before chasing the two girls to wash up and pack up, making sure that they did not leave any luggage behind. We checked out in our Chalet and a porter helped us with our luggage, carrying it into the cavernous boot of the Evoque as we got into the car for the third leg of our trip.
I was quite relieved that the two girls had stopped arguing and had gone back to watching ANTM as I programmed the Sat Nav to take us to Paris, a good 620km away. The two cute girls made small talk with me during the long car ride but nothing sexual was mentioned, perhaps due to what happened last night or the argument from that morning. Hours later, as we drove on the A6, they basked in the sunlight from the opened sunroof and tapped to the tunes of Westlife and Backstreet Boys, the boy bands from the 1990s and 2000s. On my side, I thought to myself “I could get used to this 130km/h speed limit”. The speed limit in Singapore makes sense for the length of Singapore’s expressways but to be driving at 130 would be much more exciting especially in an open top convertible.
After multiple rest stops to stock up on drinks, snacks and subsequently for lunch and visits to the toilet, we arrived in Paris after sundown. It was an absolute nightmare. The jam started before we left the expressway and continued as I drove towards the city centre. The Range Rover’s trusty GPS tried its best to guide us to our hotel but we ended up stopping somewhere for a quick dinner before we set off again. For the first time in over a week that we were in France, we had Escargot.
-–End of Chapter 34—
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LovePotion
great story bro, keep it up
Thanks bro. Been suffering from writers block since chapter 30 or something. Looking for inspiration. Hence these few chapters seem a little boring. I apologise for that.
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gotnotime
Ahh… How did you get over your writer’s block then?
I haven’t. I’m posting chapters that were written about 3 weeks back. I’m currently up to chapter 42 and stuck
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gotnotime
Good for you.. I’ve posted all that I wrote, and got stuck.
Because I started writing more songs instead of focusing on the story -.-
Hmm I’m thinking of fast forwarding or something. Sian.
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gotnotime
Same here, especially when I gotnotime coz I’m still serving.
Ahhh should have a lot of time to think about it when you’re marching or doing pt what.
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Well.. that’s for a normal rifle company. HQ really gotnotime to think coz things are constantly moving.
All the best to you
-–Chapter 35—
After the not very filling dinner of mostly Escargot and bread, we got back into the car, aware that the temperature outside is gradually declining. I started up the engine immediately, allowing the nice warmer air to flow out of the vents and into the car. Sitting in the lot with the engine on, I noticed that there were blue mood lightings surrounding the glove box when I opened it to put my gloves in. Seriously, that was the first time I used the glove box for its intended purpose. Driving to our hotel took no more than 10 minutes after the traffic cleared.
We arrived at a quarter past 8 in the evening and a doorman opened the car doors for us and a porter instantly came out to help with our luggage. A valet appeared from nowhere and took the car, handing me a slip and in no time at all, the hotel manager was at the door, waiting to bring us up to our room. The first thing I noticed in the room was the magnificence of the Eiffel Tower at night, right outside the floor to ceiling windows in the room. The three of us walked into the large terrace that we were getting accustomed to getting in every hotel and stared at the elegance of the lit historic icon. The yellow glow against the black backdrop with the endless cars driving under it all but transports you to another universe. No matter how many times I’ve seen the tower, nothing can beat this experience of seeing it right outside your window in its full glory.
When I turned back, the manager was still standing there, waiting for me to complete the check in process. Taking my Standard Charted Visa Infinite and my Golden Circle Platinum Card, the manager went to the lobby for the final registration process while we were served Hors d’oeuvre. I had only managed to book the La-Suite Shangri-La because the adjourning suites are fully booked. The three of us would have to share the large One Bedroom suite for the 5 nights we were in the City of Light. We enjoyed the cold night air while sitting in the terrace and chit chatting aimlessly while waiting for my cards to return. Eating butter biscuits and drinking Moet, I looked at the brightly lit and flashing blue and walked into the bedroom with the butler, leaving the girls outside. I was quite thankful that the butler spoke English because I would never have managed with the little French that I knew.
Me: Can you book a table for 3 at the 58 Tour Eiffel for Tuesday night?
Butler: Yes Mister.
Me: Pass them these 2 boxes. The one on top is for the lady in black. The other one is for the lady in pink.
B: I’ll do that first thing tomorrow when they open
Me: Merci.
With the traditional Christmas dinner planned, I walked back out to the open terrace, sticking out my hand and inviting Carrie back into the room. Steph followed closely behind, alone, with a tinge of loneliness in her eyes. I could only feel sorry for her as my heart was wholly given to Carrie by that time. I brought Carrie back into the room, shutting the door behind us and put on the soft slow voice of Celine Dion as we danced in a slow waltz, holding each other close and me smelling her hair. The smell of peach wafted into my nostrils, causing my member to stand up, saluting the shampoo she used. We started to hug each other, her head pressed tightly against my chest and we continued to move in tempo with the beat of Celine Dion.
Alas, this special moment was not to last as the doorbell sounded and Steph knocked on our door, informing me that the butler was looking for me. I hurriedly chased the butler out of the room before asking him what the matter is.
-–End of Chapter 35—