Bros here have bonked countless women over the years, be it FLs/WLs or Wives/GFs. I am sure some have come across women with insatiable needs, super high sex drive, and seemingly endless wants for sex. Start this thread to share my experiences with such women, and hope others can add theirs as well…
The Divorcee
Few years back, I always frequent this particular pub in Boat Quay. The boss is a lady in her late 30s. Due to her job and late nights, age shows on her face. You can see ‘fish lines’ at the corner of her eyes when she smiles. But other than that, she is a beautiful woman for her age. She has that ‘tai tai’ looks in her, long shoulder length hair in big curls, perfectly make-up face, and a curvaceous body many women younger would have died for. To top it up, she has a very good dress sense. Never fail to make me turn my head when she waltz pass.
I always go there alone and enjoy a couple of drinks on weekdays after work. After some time, we began to make small talks, but nothing more than just hellos, how’s your day, that sort of thing.
I remember one night, was pouring heavily when I reached the pub. It was quiet that night, possibly due to the rain, and also it was a weekday. I sat at my usual bar counter seat. Glanced around and saw no other customer. At the corner of my eye, I saw her, playing the computer machine (those u compare 2 pics and spot the differences). She was in a black translucent flowing dress that made her figure looked so good. I was sipping my whisky and kept my eyes fixed on her. Didn’t know for how long, she turned around, and saw me staring. I felt so awkward, looked away coyly.
She walked over, we said our usual hellos, and took a seat next to me. Her chanel perfume was intoxicating me. “Can I share a drink with you?”, she asked.
“My pleasure” I said.
She poured herself a drink and downed it in one shot. That took me by surprise, I didn’t know what to say, but just kept looking into her eyes. There were sorrows in her eyes, and did I see some traces of tears?
“Damn weather….whole day raining.” And she downed another.
“You don’t seems to be in a good mood”. I finally plucked up my courage and asked her. With another drink in her hand, she looked me in the eyes and said, “No…my life is in a mess.”
And she started to pour out her sorrows to me. She is married, but had no kids. Hubby travels a lot due to work, and over the years, the sparks seem to have disappeared from their marriage. 3 years ago, hubby financed her to open the pub to kill some time. But that made things worst, she spend more and more time away from her hubby. And the last straw for her came when she was hospitalised for a minor op, and the hubby didn’t even visit her at the hospital. The communication between them just collapsed. She filed for divorce a week later, and the hubby didn’t even object.
All this while, I just sat listening and drinking with her. The night just slipped away. Two of us finished a bottle of whisky and we were both tipsy.
“Send me back please.” She handed over the keys to her BMW520. I couldn’t say no, as she cannot even walk straight…
Part 2 coming……
That’s great writing bro… looking forward to more. I must say quite a few samsters here have really good writing skills.
WOW…..keep it going man…….more n more samster writing this days…….good stuffs somemore…~ can’t wait man…
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euphoria777
Bros here have bonked countless women over the years, be it FLs/WLs or Wives/GFs. I am sure some have come across women with insatiable needs, super high sex drive, and seemingly endless wants for sex. Start this thread to share my experiences with such women, and hope others can add theirs as well…
The Divorcee
Few years back, I always frequent this particular pub in Boat Quay. The boss is a lady in her late 30s. Due to her job and late nights, age shows on her face. You can see ‘fish lines’ at the corner of her eyes when she smiles. But other than that, she is a beautiful woman for her age. She has that ‘tai tai’ looks in her, long shoulder length hair in big curls, perfectly make-up face, and a curvaceous body many women younger would have died for. To top it up, she has a very good dress sense. Never fail to make me turn my head when she waltz pass.
I always go there alone and enjoy a couple of drinks on weekdays after work. After some time, we began to make small talks, but nothing more than just hellos, how’s your day, that sort of thing.
I remember one night, was pouring heavily when I reached the pub. It was quiet that night, possibly due to the rain, and also it was a weekday. I sat at my usual bar counter seat. Glanced around and saw no other customer. At the corner of my eye, I saw her, playing the computer machine (those u compare 2 pics and spot the differences). She was in a black translucent flowing dress that made her figure looked so good. I was sipping my whisky and kept my eyes fixed on her. Didn’t know for how long, she turned around, and saw me staring. I felt so awkward, looked away coyly.
She walked over, we said our usual hellos, and took a seat next to me. Her chanel perfume was intoxicating me. “Can I share a drink with you?”, she asked.
“My pleasure” I said.
She poured herself a drink and downed it in one shot. That took me by surprise, I didn’t know what to say, but just kept looking into her eyes. There were sorrows in her eyes, and did I see some traces of tears?
“Damn weather….whole day raining.” And she downed another.
“You don’t seems to be in a good mood”. I finally plucked up my courage and asked her. With another drink in her hand, she looked me in the eyes and said, “No…my life is in a mess.”
And she started to pour out her sorrows to me. She is married, but had no kids. Hubby travels a lot due to work, and over the years, the sparks seem to have disappeared from their marriage. 3 years ago, hubby financed her to open the pub to kill some time. But that made things worst, she spend more and more time away from her hubby. And the last straw for her came when she was hospitalised for a minor op, and the hubby didn’t even visit her at the hospital. The communication between them just collapsed. She filed for divorce a week later, and the hubby didn’t even object.
All this while, I just sat listening and drinking with her. The night just slipped away. Two of us finished a bottle of whisky and we were both tipsy.
“Send me back please.” She handed over the keys to her BMW520. I couldn’t say no, as she cannot even walk straight…
Part 2 coming……
Erm ….. u can drive meh?????
Ok part 2 mana
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BigGuy
Erm ….. u can drive meh?????
Ok part 2 mana
can, struggling also, but she drink more than me…
errr….dun quote whole post leh….later boss not happy.
Sorry for the long intro. Was in the mood to write and also the memories were coming back to me. Although this happened a few years back, it is still so vivid in my mind.
It was mostly silence throughout the drive back to her place, except for the occasional directions from her. She was slumped in the passenger seat with her eyes closed. At traffic light stops, I could not help but stole glances at her. The dim streetlights shone on her curvaceous body. Through the translucent dress, I could see her wearing a black lacy bra. My intoxicated mind was racing with thoughts. But I told myself that I could not take advantage of a friend who has just spilled her heart out to me.
Finally reached her place. She used the remote to open her gates and I drove up the drive way. When I was about to open the car door, she held my hand.
“Tell me. Do you find me still sexually attractive?” I was stunned for words.
“You probably don’t, just like my ex-husband”. She let go of my hand and was struggling to get up.
“No. You are one hell of a sexy woman. Honestly, I have always been looking at you at the pub. Just never had the courage to take the next step.” Now was my turn to hold on to her hand and not let her go.
I guessed it was the whisky. My usual timid self was gone at this point. I leaned forward, held her head with both hands and gave her a passionate kiss. She was responsive. We kissed for a long time, long, wet and deep kisses. Her hands were feeling all over my body, from the chest to the back. She finally broke off the kiss, and started to unbutton my shirt.
“Do me a favour, make love to me.” She said, with her hands still busy unbuttoning.
I embraced her and started to plant kisses all over her body. From the ear lobes, to the neck, to the breast, and the belly. All this while, her dress was still on her. She closed her eyes and was clearly enjoying the attention I gave her, but her hands still know where to go. She already had my shirt off, and was feeling my groin area with lust.
My manhood at this point was already fully erected. It was quite a task, but she managed to get it out of the pants. She kicked off her high heels, reached for her panty and slipped it off. It was dark, I could not see her pussy clearly. I can only feel for it. Her pussy was already soaking wet, love juices oozing out of the love hole. She guided my dick to her pussy, and I eased it in.
“Arrhhh…” she let out a soft moan. I can tell she needed it very much. She was doing most of the pushing, arching up her back to allow my dick to go in further. Through her dress, I fondle her well endowed breast, while she was eagerly grinding her pussy on my dick. Her moans became faster and her grip on my back tightened.
“Oh….arrrgghhh…..feel so good…..fuck me, fuck me harder…” I must say I am not good at holding it for long. The red hot atmosphere and her constant thrusting was going to make me blow my load very soon.
“Oh shit….I am going to cum..” I wanted to withdraw, but she held me so tight and I blew my load all into her hungry pussy. She didn’t want to stop, was still thrusting and grinding away after I filled her love hole with cum. We held each other in embrace for a while.
“Come in to the house and wash up.” I was naked and followed her through the small garden, into the house. Luckily it was pitch dark and no one could see this embarassed man in the buff.
She led me up to her bedroom on the second floor. We went straight into the washroom. Under the dim yellow lights, I was able to see her more clearly and close-up. She looks so sexy, with her curly hair messed up and her dress all crumbled up. I was looking at her undressing herself. She slipped off the black dress and tossed it on the floor. She only had her black lacy bra on. I can see traces of my cum on her thigh and at her pussy. She unbuckled her bra and for the first time, I was gazing at those wonderfully carved mounts of flesh. They were soft, well shaped and bouncy. Gravity didn’t seems to have an impact on them. My limped dick was getting hard again.
She gave me a soft push, and we both went into the shower together. The warm water flowing through our bodies was such a great feeling. She looked at me and was smiling slightly, and reached out to wash my dick with soap. Her stroking soon got my dick erected again.
“I want some more….”. She knelt down and engulfed my dick with her mouth. I could only say that she was good at it. I was sent to cloud 9 again. Trying my best to hold it together. She could feel me all tensed up.
“Relax, I don’t want you to cum yet, I want you to fuck me some more.” She held up one leg against the wall, and guided my dick to her hungry pussy. We fucked standing up with the water flowing. It was fantastic. I managed a second position, this time doing her from behind. The love juices and the water were mixing up and foaming out of her pussy. I blew my load a second time.
After the shower, I went over to pick up my clothes. Well, I thought it was time to go. She obviously didn’t think so. She passed me a robe, and took my clothes from me.
“You are not going to wear those are you? Its dirty. I will get the maid to wash it in the morning.”
I got the message. She wanted me to stay over. She was now dressed in a white silk lingerie that was only long enough to barely cover her pussy. We slipped into bed and under the comfortable sheets. I was already kind of tired, with the long day, liquor and 2 shots. She wrapped herself around me and I was gradually dozing off.
In my semi-consciousness, I can feel a moist warm feeling on my dick. I struggled to open my eyes and saw her blowing me away. It took quite some time, as I was really tired, but she persisted. Her persistence was finally rewarded. My tired dick was in its full glory again.
“Shhhh……I know you are tired, close your eyes, I will help myself.” She mounted herself on me, and that familiar grinding and thrusting begin. At first, she was doing in slowly, pacing herself. After sometime, her moans become louder, and her panting increased. She was soon lifting herself up and slamming down on my dick.
“Oh….arrrgghhhh, oh yes…oh……so good, I cumming…..oh…..ahhhhhhhhh”. She came, for the first time that night. She slumped herself on me. By now, I was fully conscious, and I could feel her pussy throbing, sending lots of love juices out and dripping along my shaft. With the both of us still engaged, she flipped over and now I was on top.
“Pump me….pump me hard, make me cum again..” She was really starved for sex. I pumped her with long slow strokes for a few minutes. She was holding me so tightly, her nails bite into my arms.
“I am cumming again….quick, pump…..pump faster…..fuck me hard.” I changed to short, quick and strong strokes, and gave it all I have to satisfy this hungry woman. This time we both came. And I was totally drained.
After that night, we started a relationship. It was weird. We only see each other for the sex. At first, I enjoyed it. I mean, who wouldn’t? Afterall, she was a beautiful and sexy women. And she got what she wanted as well.
She would drive down to my work place during lunch and we would head straight to hotel. I had so many room service for lunch that I lost count. We would make love like two young lovers, making full use of every single minute of the lunch hour.
After work, I would end up at the pub. After a couple of drinks, we would go to her car at the multi-storey car park. She had it all planned, and parked her car on the upper floors which are normally quite desserted. Sometimes we do it on the passenger seat, sometimes on the back seat.
This lasted for almost a year. We would meet about 4 days a week, and each day, make love at least 2 times. Some how or rather, I felt it was not right. To a certain extent, I felt like I was being used to satisfy her sex cravings. We begin to see less of each other, and eventually stop after she sold off her pub.
One day, I saw her car on the road. I thought she didn’t see me. But I got an sms from her which says….Hi, I know u didn’t feel comfortable about the whole thing. So when u distanced, I let u go. Miss u so much, and thanks for the good times and memories…..
stayed up to finish the story, just in case kena scolding by Bros for letting them hang on the cliff….
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euphoria777
stayed up to finish the story, just in case kena scolding by Bros for letting them hang on the cliff….
WELL DONE BRO! Great story and appreciate your effort! I had a gf who was similarly insatiable………will start to write and post soon….Thanks