- Peterjo80
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Hi…could someone advise where to find big-sized fleshy women who love to wear tight and short mini-skirts? I like to have fun and sexual activities with them like touching their bum and breasts, etc….
- Sammyboyfor
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Go to Orchard road when you are free and scan the place for girls that fit your description. When you do see one, walk up to her and squeeze her buns and her titties.
- Shinkita
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i got a question. Is there a list of hotels which charges by hour?
- Big Sexy
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ring ring….hello… where got hotel charge by per hour wan huh.. can tell me or not???
- WD-40
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Ok can you give us newbie some tip how to get 3k+ reputation points?
- Ethanas
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To get 3k plus rep point you need to be big and sexy.
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I’m having a flu while typing this.
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I’m at macs and a few people have actually looked over my laptop while I was typing. Some people include students, because I hear them giggling and going ‘sex’, a girl that was attached that was glued to my screen and it seemed she enjoyed reading, cause her boyfriend tore her away, and so I had to endure abit of disgrace.
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It had 100999 characters, 999 more characters than I was allowed to type in a post. I actually thought I had gone into moderation again for some reason, but I went to check and I was fine XD.
Love Potion #9 Part 4
I could feel my blood boiling as my face was going red as I put down the phone. Despite the fact that I remained friendly and kept calm throughout the conversation, and even suggested that she email me over at our company’s support email, I was furious. After putting the call down, and I went out as the office door closed behind me.
I needed to blow off some steam. The sexual tension I was feeling from Joanne, , her lunch gossip that was causing me to lunch alone on most of the time and the unreasonable customers that were calling in were causing me to crack inside.
I was never a person that took stress very well.
I went over to the dart board and pull the darts out as I stood behind the wall. I’d never been good at this game. I’d tried that a few times. Most of the time, the darts deflected and hit the nearby top of a water dispenser
Ash’s voice loomed in my head
The technique to darts is really simple. Just imagine the person’s face you hate the most on that board. For me, I just imagine my boss…
Now who was it I hated the most?
Joanne’s face came up in front of me, her long curly hair with bangs and her wide mouth. I pictured her bad mouthing me that morning and in the afternoon at the pantry as I swung the dart with force and it hit the dart board with a loud thud.
To both my shock and surprise, the dart landed on the bullseye. I was so surprised that I tried the visualization technique two more times as they actually landed extremely close to the bullseye.
If there was one other thing good about Joanne besides her long sexy legs, it was that I was getting damn bloody good at darts thanks to her.
I just retrieved fired, and fired, and fired and fired… until my arms got tired and a portion of that anger and tension inside me drained out and I was put into a slightly worn sedated state.
“Whoa Whoa,” Andrew said as he smoked a cigarette sitting behind me as I jumped, too engrossed in firing out all the darts and venting it out “Bad customer huh?”
“Yeah…”
“It happens all the time. Sometimes, they just don’t know any better.
Don’t take it personally. Let it go.
”
Andrew always just acted dumb half the time whether in classes or elsewhere. He was always quietly aware and amusingly, his advice had fitted to both my situations at once. I wouldn’t say he was malicious and would sabotage you, it was just that he always had his own agenda if he helped you in this case, he wanted the girl he liked to give up on me, so even if I was kinda retarded, he was going to help me get Joanne as much as he could.
God damn… I need to go again…
I couldn’t really explain why I felt this way. But it was like DIY would no longer cut it anymore because the tension inside me was through the roof right now. I calmed myself before I got back to work, replied a few email requests to support, took a few phone calls and rushed off immediately after work.
A few of my colleagues raised eyebrows in surprise as I no longer attempted to go home with Joanne. As I walked out of Aljunied MRT, the church that stood directly outside lit up for the night as the white outline of a cross called out to me
Go back… a prostitute reduces you to a loaf of bread… an adultress preys on your very life
I held my right hand up and gave the cross the universally understood hand signal before I walked pass the church and headed to the fish tank.
I wanted angry sex. I was going to pick that tall WL that was as tall as Joanne and bang the hell out of her.
To be continued…
Love Potion #9 Part 4
There were only 3 women in the fish tank when I went in. A gal that was slightly taller than number 8 but she was ugly. There was number 8 that was kinda cute, but the sex with her really sucked. And who was that waving and smiling at me?
Short and fat, probably about 1.4 at most. She had her hair tied up in a ponytail, and well if she was thinner, would remind me of ‘Bubbles’ from the powerpuff girls. Her number tag was #9.
The tall WL I had hoped to find was nowhere to be seen.
I was weighing the odds in my head. Well if I picked number 8, I was definitely going home unsatisfied. But the other gal while taller was not exactly easy on the eyes. And there was of course, the cute dodo bird standing and waving at me.
Number 8 sat where she was, exuding an aura of haughty confidence as she crossed her legs and put her arms on them. She was so sure she’d be picked. After all, she looked better than the both of them.
But not today.
I’ve had enough of such snooty women. Seriously, if they didn’t want me, they could go get used by all those smooth talkers for an One Night Stand and keep wondering ‘Where’s the right one I can settle down with?’.
As for number 8, since she chose to service clients this badly, make them come fast so they would go quickly, she could go starve to death for all I care. I was not going to take any more crap from a woman today.
I was willing to give anything a chance for good sex after the day’s events.
“Number 9,” I said to the OKT as number 8’s eyes went from one of confidence to one of shock to surprise as she went “Aiyah!” that her money had spouted wings and flown into the pocket of another fellow WL instead.
Number 9 exited the tank with a rather happy look and walked forward to me like a doggy looking forward to its owner’s homecoming as she took the umbrella I was holding in my hand and carried it, treating me like a boss, as she led me to her room.
I went into the shower with her as she began to shower me again as she rubbed my dick. Soon it began to grow
“So Big?”
“Aiyah, Everyone you also say big lah!”
“No… You sure this not transplant one?”
“No… This one 100% Singaporean. You see is it black? No right?”
She laughed as she continued to soap me
“Bend down!” She says with a mock stern voice.
“Aiyoh! Treat customer like that ar? I now feel like I not boss you boss!” I joked as I complied to her request, I was 1.88 and she was after all only about 1.4 and kind of short.
She laughed again as she began to scrub my hair now that I had squatted down kind of like an elder sis soaping a younger brother. After I was thoroughly scrubbed and cleaned…
“Go out!” She went before pointing at the door dramatically
“Why I cannot stay and soap you?”
She laughs again before asking me to go out nicely as I once more dry myself before laying on the bed and waiting for her. Once she’s out she begans to slowly walk towards the bed, as she crawls up the bed on fours, she pounces on me like a tiger hunts its prey as she stares intensely into my eyes before hungrily licking my nipples.
The sensation of her tongue while she worked her magic was so different from number 8’s half hearted licks. I stroke her back and grab and touch her boobs as she slowly licks her way town to the sides of my waist and to my tummy.
“Ahh … Ahhh…”
I wriggle in esctacy as I let out soft moans and she works her way down to my balls. Her tongue varies the pressure, soft and hard on my balls as I feel the pleasure and began moaning louder.
“Oooohhh!”
She then begans to travel down south to my ass crack and I let out a really loud moan. It was too damn good for greenhorn me to suppress my moaning.
“Shhh….” She goes putting a finger to my lips before she starts laughing again. I think the whole fish tank could hear us getting it on because I was moaning so loudly in pleasure. It was as though she was enjoying the fact that I was unable to resist her leet skills.
She then begins to boob fuck my dick. First with my penis between her two mounds then with one boob massaging my balls. By this time, I’m fucking rock hard as she caps me before she lies down.
“You Fuck I!” She says in her broken english
I kinda laugh inside and grin as I go on top of her and begin entering her, learning my lesson, I went slowly and gently this time as I let out low moans of pleasure.
“Doggy,” I said as I pulled my dick out and we made the switch.
I thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust as I start perspiring and we start moaning together. Finally, she goes on top of me. She rides and grinds it slowly, while she massages my balls with one hand
“Ooohhh… Ohhh… Ohhh…!” I went as I reached the point of no return and shot my load.
I pant and breathe deeply as my whole body was sweaty from all the sex
“You Ok…?” She asks “You breathing, sweating so hard…”
“That was great,” I replied as we cuddle for awhile before we proceed to the shower.
As I was about to put on my clothes, she asks me to lie down as she gives me a massage from my shoulder downwards.
Oh God… I feel like a king right now
The clock rings as she smiles before she goes “Times up.”
I get dressed and wave my goodbye as I left a satisfied man.
You know the silly grin you have on your face when you just had good sex? I had that grin all the way when I was walking to the MRT, and all the way on my ride home as I was thinking about how pleasurable the sex was.
In fact, that kind of made me feel happy and a little bit crazy as I went to ask a cute girl for her number near the Bedok interchange. She freaked out and said no before she ran off.
Fuck you SG Women! I’ll just damn bloody pay for good sex if all of you reject me!
With a little skip in my stride, I boarded the bus home, the day’s tensions all removed.
To be continued…
Planned to write abit more today… but went to watch Le Miserables and went home and watched Enchanted, so in abit of a weird emotional state now. Let’s just say I’ve slid pass the semi emotional state for optimal writing, and yeah, being in that state for the past few days is causing a drain on me too.
Anyway, after noticing all the writers wishing everyone a happy new year, I’d like to do that also. I’m normally not a person to do such a thing. Sort of a just a formality for me and with birthdays, but yes.
It’s just a good time to sort of just put whatever happened this year behind us, and be glad we survived through whatever we did this past year, both good and bad.
The world hasn’t quite ended yet, so we’re going to have to keep living! =)
Happy new year everyone! ^_^
File 6 : Girlfriend Experience Part 1
My bonking sessions with #9 from L20 H32 were going great. I was a regular that came once a week. She always smiled when she came out from the tank and I did forget to mention last update that she wore very cute bra and underwear underneath. It had a cute white cartoon kitty and there was snoopy underwear too.
She was also very caring. She noticed when my legs had cuts from wearing unseasoned new shoes, when I had a cough, she lowered the air conditioning. When I was still a little wet after I dried myself, she dried me again gently with a towel.
About that same time, I was also dismissed from the tech support company. I do not know to this day what the reason was. I speculated that it was either Joanne being the serpent in my bosom, the complimentary letter that was sent by a client to my big boss regarding me that was forwarded to all my colleagues that sparked jealousy among the seniors, or the fact that I was too expensive (they hired a Vietnamese and after that fired me a few days after he came in).
I’m gonna summarize the emo that happened:
Ash bringing me out, giving me a smoke as I drank and ranted before bringing me to screw a hooker.
Me waking up the next day with a hangover and sore throat as I stumbled slowly to the kitchen for a drink of water.
A walk by the beach as I just walked and walked and walked as the sound of waves interrupted the toxic thoughts and washed them away and the warm sea breeze thawed my frozen nerves and heart until the pain and sadness was relieved.
Ash had once again flown to Macau on business, catching other exotic pokemon from Mexico, South Korea and wherever.
“I miss Ash,” I told Ben one day at school “Kinda miss his interesting stories and someone to just talk shit with”
Since he disappeared, many people have attempted to infiltrate Sex Men United, including an ex-colleague, but none of them really filled the void Ash left. The Fantastic four were now The Trinity, talking trash in the student lounge as one random person joined us, but usually didn’t stay long.
“I miss him too… having him around is nice, but if you want sex stories… you could always check out sammyboy and $$$$$boy,” Ben replied, making a suggestion “To be honest, I think Ash might drop out of the degree. He never did quite like programming, and for him, he just wants the piece of paper and is interested in the shortcuts.”
“What’s sammyboy?” I asked, still rather innocent at the time
“Oh… a forum where some expert players of the field go to Geylang and fuck prostitutes and tell all and rate them. Like how good their blow job is, what their stats are…boob size…”
“How do you know?” I asked in a rather mischeivous voice while looking at Ben “Don’t tell me that you also …”
“No lah. My dick is reserved only for my future girlfriend, Who knows what you could catch from those prostitutes. My brother just goes to the forums… and sometimes I catch him on this site”
I was disappointed.
Anyhow, I registered my nick for the first time as I wandered the newbies section. Some of the stupid questions that people asked and the replies that they got were rather amusing.
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If she likes you, she’ll go to bed with you.
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u think i am telephone operator or what???? this doesnt fall into the catergory of newbies helpline…. post it in the adult discussion forum…
next question please..
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This idiot actually said thanks after that.
And Finally, the funniest of them all…
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Doll_rumika:
Him I borrow my bro’s account here and I am actually a newbee.
One question I dont know I should ask here or not.
I know I have to precent some indentities while booking a room in Geylang area. Bros, are you using NRIC or something else?
Thanks alot.
Bangster:
Ok. Truth is, the geylang hotel recep recognises the cocks of all the cheongsters in the areas. Show them your cock after you unzip at the recep counter. They will then give you a key or a card to access the room.
Ok, that wasn’t the truth. I had actually read these yesterday and found myself chuckling at the questions and responses.
What actually took place was that I read up on places and houses I could go to and was excitedly taking in all the new information that I found on this forum. I was also reading about this bad mysterious thing that WLs could do to you called KC.
What the hell was KC? Kena Cheat? Kena Chop? Kan Cheong? I had no idea what it was as a newbie. I had to go abit of research before finding out it was ‘Kum-Cheng’, a hokkien term used for love, which meant the WL made you fall head over heels in love with her to make you keep going back for her.
I got worried. It seemed that myself and #9 had something of this sort. Panicking I posted something about this. The response I got was simple. A lot of samsters go through this when they first start, most of them get over their crushes, until I was really deep in like spending my life savings on her, or crying because she was going to return to her home country after her term was up, I was fine.
I was spending a lot of time here while I searched for a new job. My encounters included a screaming drinking banshee that set her clones on me while I was hijacking a thread: talking and interested in getting an invitation to drink with her. Ok, mostly to get in her pants.
I had offended some powerful fans of the screaming banshee and I felt my rep points go up and down like I was struggling for survival in ICU as the ECG Machine beeped non-stop. It was in and out of moderation as some people that appreciated me were wheeling me into the operating theatre so I could be out of moderation and some people that did not were getting me involved in this gangland shootouts back into Intensive Care.
I didn’t give two hoots about rep, honestly. It was just the annoying thing that my mailbox would get full very fast, the fact that sometimes when I wanted to make posts, they could only appear after 3-6 hours now, and no TCSS chat (Hey! I wanted to meet gals for free fuck at that time! I was jobless, had no money but had lots of time on my hands!)
Well anyway, I head about a gem at Lorong 18 H 36 that was G7 and called Amy. While my commercial sex relations with L20H32G9 had always been good, I was now worried about the scary scary thing called ‘Kam Cheng’.
The advice of most Samsters was ‘You’ll find that she isn’t all that special when you bonk more gals that can provide the same or better services.’
They were right…
To be continued…
There are certain things I would like to say. Let me start with the lighter stuff first. First off, there’s no update because something cropped up at work today. So work = gimme money. I thank you for both your readership and understanding
Now to the more heavy stuff.
I’ve received quite a few interesting PMs lately after my stories. Some of them asking about where to find certain gals, some of them pretending to be newbies to ask me for directions after my latest post. I’ll admit I had a chuckle at a few of them.
But there was one that was hounding me like a newpaper journalist.
He has asked me rather personal questions about certain events that transpired, and I’m not comfortable with answering these questions. I have once quietly hinted and avoided giving a straight answer to this but the person has persisted in wanting to know.
I’m doing this in a public setting because we are no longer on friendly terms and I will not be replying to the PMs sent. This is a warning. Do not make me expose both the PMs and your nick to the public. I do not want anyone to be subject to the zap wars I have been through, but if you force my hand, I will make sure you get it good and never do it again.
*sees a kitty come into my thread*
*bends down to scratch its ears*
*holds the loose chain*
“Come now, let’s get you back to your owner so we can both get some rest”
File 6: Girlfriend Experience Part 2
It was after that day at the beach. Where I walked, and walked and walked for hours as the toxic thoughts of me asking why I got fired came in and the sound of the waves washed them away and interrupted them before they further poisoned my soul. As the warm sun slowly thawed the numb frozen nerves as the soft sea breeze and the swishing of the pine trees strengthened and carried my weak voice to the heavens as I sang songs of pain, sorrow and letting go.
Occasionally I just stopped walking sat on a stone bench and just cried, with thankfully no one to notice me and a mostly empty beach at East Coast Park on a work day. Beyond a few students who were playing truant, the homeless man sleeping under a pavilion, and the occasional female Caucasian jogger in their sports tank tops and tights running past me with their cute chihuahuas, there was no one, and I was glad.
I then wrote all of my regrets that I’d been feeling onto not one, not two, but three sheets of paper as I tore them off my notebook and folded them into aeroplanes, walking over to the jetty, I had planned to actually throw them into the sea so they would crash into the waves like a failed flight and be gone, but believe me, the wind kept blowing them back, much to the amusement of some casually fishing anglers as I ran after this paper aeroplanes that had been blown back on a return flight landing again on the jetty, picked them up and ran over to the edge and attempted to fire them off once more.
Finally, after many failed attempts, the paper planes were indeed gone, and sunk to the bottom of the ocean. I then headed off to Parkway’s ‘New York New York’ and ordered myself some good ribs and a heavyweight champion rootbeer float. (I know, I know, I shouldn’t be spending so thoughtlessly after I get fired, but I’m fortunate that my Dad still works, I got my severance pay, and I got my education fund), and after that, I needed a fuck and cuddle and no, I didn’t want Bolster Joanne again.
So I went down to the recommended L18H36 to try to find G7.
“来啊帅哥,有美女介绍。三号像你啊,高大又巨胸,像炸弹啊” (Hey handsome! Got good recommendation for you! Number 3! As tall as you! Big Boobs the size of bombshells!)
I looked at the girl that the OKT had recommended in the tank. She was wearing an orange nightie, had blonde curly hair, wide lips, and eyes that looked like a doe. Her facial overall expression was like a cute small dog. And she was very tall also, got long legs, not thin ones, but still nice, and got big boobs also. Doesn’t it sound kind of familiar?
Correct! She’s just like Joanne! Only a little bit fatter and with bigger boobs. She is the chao tah(tanned) version. Joanne had fairer skin.
Mai Tu Liao Ar (Don’t need think ar)!
But then, I decided to pretend to be deciding. A gal in the tank tried her luck. She was wearing a pink dress, very fair skinned, her face not so flawless and had some freckles, she was kinda shy and waved at me from inside the tank. I put my hand on my chin and pretended to be looking at other people. (I was hoping that after that extra few seconds G7 will come out because her customer had fired the cannon already and I could take a look, but I had no such luck).
I will later bonk the other girl in a different house from this one, but that’s a different story. Between the girl that waved at me shyly and the Chao Tah Joanne, I think my choice is obvious.
“Number 3,” I said as I pointed my finger at her as I went over to the counter to pay for her services. Girl 3 stepped out of the tank and held my hand like she had won some special prize. On the way up, she was even more excited than me . She walked up in front of me holding my left hand in with one hand and my waist with the other as her face leaned closed to me and then she opened her mouth.
My eyes were open wide as I hadn’t expected that coming as her tongue darted into mine and I was trying to remember what were the trying to remember the three mistakes not to commit while frenching: the stationary tongue, the darting tongue, and the floppy tongue, although I didn’t quite remember what they meant.
Kissing felt… ummm…. I dunno. It didn’t really feel as good as I hoped or as intense as it felt in those Hollywood movies where lovers stared into each others eyes as they leaned closed locked lips and closed their eyes as they touched each other all over. I think it could be because I didn’t know what to do from the lack of experience.
And then we were so engrossed in frenching as we walked up we weren’t careful and bumped each other in the head. Ow… sorta gave a sheepish smile as we both stopped and we went to her room.
This house’s room too was done up differently from the other one. When you went in, the first thing you were greeted by was a painting of a naked woman on a silver screen as flouriscent light lit it blue. There was a huge king sized bed right in the middle of the room, not those small ones you usually see at other tanks, and there was a mirror to the right side of the bed, and one on top.
I’d heard about these kinky installations in some army sex stories of Thailand, but I didn’t quite think these naughty things would exist in Singapore. This was tiled with a black marble floor finish as to the side, there was once more, a shower area partitioned away by a glass wall.
Girl 3 led me inside, and I noticed that instead of a conventional shower head, a circular shower head was on the ceiling and there was a lever at the side of the wall. As she pulled it, the shower came on. I felt the warm water slowly splatter onto my skin, kind of like falling rain as I got drenched.
“What’s your name?” I asked doing my usual small talk routine with the WLs.
Couldn’t hurt to hone my skills of talking to women while in the shower.
“My name is Orange,” she replied
“That’s a strange name… Why are you named that?”
“Oh other gals are called apple so I am called orange…” she replied as she was soaping my hair and I was smiling at her
“You been here very long?”
“Oh one year, last time I do many things before, I go to Malaysia and do am mor(massage), even got cut hair, I speak English, 华语,Japanese, Even abit of Korean. I going back Thailand soon after awhile. You give me your number, be my boyfriend. I take care you there!”
“Cannot lah! Where can girl take care of guy? Must be guy take care of girl one?”
“I not pretty, nobody want,” she said as she scrubbed my dick and back with soap
“No, you very cute, sure got guy want you. You bluff me one!”
“I take care you good ok,” She said as she went behind me and licked my ear before she began giving my back a boob scrub. The thought of Joanne doing that to me immediately snapped my 2IC into SEDIA(attention).
“So big…” She said as she giggled as she watched the effect she had on me.
To be continued…
File 6 : Girlfriend Experience Part 3
As usual, I was supposed to go out and dry myself first. And yep, I’m lying on the bed. G3 comes out, her curly hair falling down to her boobs and then she goes “Sit up.”
“Why?” was my first thought as I did, but I knew the answer as she went straight for my mouth again as we got into a tongue fight and I stroked her bare back as I kissed her neck and she wriggled in pleasure with her eyes closed and I looked at the side mirror with showcasing the side view of her slender body, boobs, and I could even see my hand sliding down her bare back slowly to her bum while it made circles around it…
Oooo… that really turned me on
It was another surprise for me as she violently pushed me down on the bed, and gave me a naughty and horny grin and she climbed on top of me like she was gonna take control and do what she wanted to me. I watched from the top mirror as I felt her tongue slowly slide from the middle of my chest down to south.
From the top mirror, I could see the view of her and sensually slowly gliding downwards giving me a view of her as though I was doing doggy. From the side mirror, I could see her long slim body , the side of her butt crack and the long legs that reminded me of those Joanne had folded in that doggy style position.
When you have sex, you don’t exactly get to see every single view. Like for example, when you do woman on top, you only see her front boobs and face while she’s grinding you. With this, when she does woman on top, if you look at the top mirror, it shows how it looks like when you are filmed from behind, with her pussy swallowing your dick as you observe it slide in and out of her.
From the side, you can see her boobs bouncing while she rides you and a portion of her as while she grinds your dick.
It was extremely simulating, kinda like watching yourself do porn from every angle. I was getting very aroused already and also by her skillful hands gripping my shaft while her tongue did circular laps around my balls.
“Ooohhh…”
A moan escapes me as she uses her breasts to fuck me as a little but of precum leaked out of my dick. As though satisfied, she caps me and goes on top of me.
Ooooo She’s tight…
Once more I feel a warm sensation spread through my prick as he pussy encloses around it but it doesn’t last long. She gets off and says I am too big.
Missionary once again. Not exactly the very best. Can’t really see much from the mirrors. After abit, we switch to doggy. Then suddenly, she asks me to stop.
“Sit to the side,” so I’m on the right side of the bed facing the mirror. And then she goes on top of me and she begins riding me and she smiles a friendly smile as I look shly at her. The same smile Joanne gave me.
It was so sweet. I was treated not only to the picture of her bouncing boobs in front of me which I occasionally sucked on as I looked in the mirror behind me being treated to the picture of me running my bare hands slowly down and around her back as her perky ass moved up and down showing my dick slide in and out of her pussy.
I didn’t really last very long.
“Ooohh God! Ahhh!!!!” I shot my load inside her as I hugged her tight and she knew as she tightened her pussy too giving me quite a mindblowing orgasm as I saw the last expression I had on my face as I closed my eyes with my hands crossed on her back.
I collapse on the bed as she lies on top of me too before she slowly slides my dick out of her pussy and gently removes the condom, disposes it, while she wipes off the excess semen with tissue and cleans me up.
“Was that too fast?” I asked
“No, you’re good… I like it… turn over”
I turn over and she gives me a massage slowly on my hands as it relaxes the muscles and my aching joints, and then my back too. We shower and I leave.
“Overnight me later today?” She asks
“I can’t do so many rounds…” I reply
“Ok, come back for me!”
I smile as she waves goodbye as I leave the tank.
I had just fucked Joanne! Yeah! Well not exactly… but yeah. You know what I mean.
To be continued…
Hehe… Just a few things to say about this update.
Anyway, Enjoy your update, and I’ll be signing off and going to get some rest
File 6: Girlfriend Experience Part 4
Before I start this chapter, let me just tell my own sex joke.
Alright here goes: Who’s the world’s most famous stud?
Any answers or attempts? What?
Edison Chen? No… He fucked ALOT of women… but no.
Bill Clinton? Nope… But he had balls to do it with his secretary and deny it all the way
Anyone else? Tommy Lee?… Ok so he did Pamela Anderson, one of the world’s sex symbols… but no.. Give up?
Jesus.
What’s this? What??? I’m not afraid to die ar?
Why Jesus, you ask?
Because all the gals go “OOOHHH JESSSUUSS!!! OOHHH MY GOD!” whenever their boyfriends do them good.
Ok, that was corny. Dad was giving me another one of those ‘You need God’ talks I feel I didn’t quite need. Back to the story…
I couldn’t stop thinking about #3 the next day. Her sexy long legs that were abit flabby but still nice, her doe like eyes and her smile while she was riding me naked. Her curly blonde hair falling down to her, boobs as she came out of the shower. Her naughty smile as she climbed onto the bed on fours and she gazed into my eyes. I imagined her laying on her bed in that frilly pink dress I saw Joanne wear that day as she opened her legs and revealed those black undies
“Come overnight me…”
I was having a boner in my shorts now as I was laying on my bed and fantasizing about her.
God damn Jay! You’re on living on your severance pay now. Do you intend to touch the education fund for this?
“I know you want it…” She said as she smiled and winked seductively at me
I can hand job myself for pleasure. I don’t need you. You’re too expensive
“Ohh… Jay! Ohhh!!! Fuck me!” A picture of me doing her doggystyle the whole night like she was Joanne came into my mind. Screwing in the shower, in front of the mirrors. The thought of being to be able to spend the night with ‘Joanne’ was just too much for me to pass up. And right now, the blood in my little head had overwhelmed any voice of reason.
JESUS!
Apparently he did men too…
To be continued…