I was writing this chapter and ended up writing the last chapter of this story. The story will go on, just that I have found myself an ending. How can I ever forget the pain? For now, enjoy.
4 June 2012
I woke to the sun shining into the room. There was a cup of Sencha sitting on the bedside table. I gulped down the lukewarm tea and headed into the bathroom to find my toiletries neatly set up, ready for me to brush my teeth. The Davi bath amenities inside the shower have also been replaced for my convenience. I guess my butler was finally getting to work.
I had a fried omelette for breakfast, prepared by a personal chef in the suite’s kitchen. Just as I was about to leave, my iPhone, forgotten in my suit pocket buzzed angrily. The caller ID read “Joanne”. I listened to her chatter mindlessly, checking my pink gold Piaget Polo watch as the time inched towards 8:50am.
At 8:55am, Diana gestured to me by a tap on her CK watch, telling me I was late.
By 8:57am, I could wait no more. I told Joanne I was very late for work and had to cut her conversation short. She insisted that I profess my love for her before she would get off the phone. I responded by walking out of the suite’s magnificent doors and into the waiting lift. The doors closed and Joanne was cut off shortly after. I was hurriedly escorted into the waiting Maybach, already late for work. That marked the start of a bad day at work.
I was late for a 9am meeting and my cousin had already started without me. In my rush, I left my Vertu on the dining table in the hotel and Diana had to rush off to get it for me. I had to enter the meeting room alone, catching my cousin mid-sentence, earning me angry glares from some members of the board.
I thought that I had caught up after lunch but I returned from a dim sum meal at Tin Lung Heen across the harbour, to find a new stack of documents on the my table. Diana also took the opportunity to remind me that I had a meeting to chair that afternoon and passed me the slides for the presentation. Needless to say, I continued to be in a bad mood for the rest of the afternoon. And nope, Rachel did nothing to help, not even bothering to give me a call to check on me.
I went back to the hotel at 11pm, having just knocked off. Granted, it was no 9-5 job but at least I didn’t have to wait past 12 so I could claim taxi fares. I was famished, having just finished vetting some reports regarding a project the company was working on. Diana called ahead to ask for dinner to be served to my suite after I arrived. Bad call.
11:04pm: I walked into the suite. The lights were all turned off and I reached for the lit tablet to turn on the lights.
11:06pm: I had already walked through almost the whole suite and Rachel was not to be found. I started dialling her number from the cordless phone on the bedside table and heard her phone ringing on her bedside table shortly after the first ring. Where is Rachel?
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youngboy123
Bro I don’t get it, if this story is stated as fiction in your first post, why does
sound so real?
is it added for the story to be more realistic?
Pardon my ignorance bro
I’m sorry bro that’s a disclaimer that appear so I don’t get sued for the pictures. This thread is part fiction. Very real story. Rachel is 110% real, no less
Thank you everyone who’s hanging here with me through these difficult times.
11:08pm: Dinner was served. The doorbell rang and I allowed the room service staff to come into the room.
11:15pm: Dinner was set up on the vast dining table. The staff pushed the many dining carts out of the room and left. I went back on my hunt.
11:17pm: I walked into the toilet to wash my face and noticed a light on at the end of the walk in closet.
11:18pm: I dried my face and walked through the long closet. There was a sound coming from the end which was getting louder as I approached.
11:19pm: I discovered the gym in my suite and I discovered Rachel running on the treadmill at 14km/h.
Rachel was dressed in her secondary school PE attire with a short black pair of FBT shorts instead of her tight fitting PE school shorts. A pair of Westone 4 earphones was stuffed into her ears, blocking out all outside noise.
I walked in front of her so she could see me before she removed her earphones and slowed to a jog. I saw large beads of sweat dripping down from her forehead which she wiped off with a hotel face towel.
R: Hey, you’re finally back! Have you eaten?
Me: Nope. You?
R: I had some prawns for dinner just now but I’m feeling hungry after the exercise.
Rachel called for the butler on the touchscreen system and he appeared less than a minute later with a bottle of water, a towel and a Schott Zwiesel glass. I watched as she wiped more sweat from her forehead and threw the towel back onto the tray. I watched her lips imprint on the glass as she took a sip of Evians.
Rachel wanted to change out of her provocative PE attire but I insisted we eat first to satisfy my hunger. If only she knew that my hunger was not to be assuaged with food. She sipped Lobster Bisque slowly from the large soup spoon while I tucked into my poached salmon hungrily. I looked down to pierce my salmon but was interrupted as a spoonful of lobster bisque appeared under my nose. Somehow the soup tasted especially yummy when drank from Rachel’s spoon.
Rachel took the plate of macaroons meant for my dessert, as I chewed on my last bite of Salmon, walking towards the sofa. She gestured for me to join her, which I did after I took one last sip of my Perrier.
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Spud_Boy
oh no…. dun feel gd abt such bad news… afterall, we know that Rachel is a real person… not someone fictional… sigh…
anyway, cheer up bro….
Thanks for the support bro. Checking and editing chapter 130 now.
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Apheleon
Spent hours reading from pg1 to 39, nice story. I hope it doesn’t end so soon.
No worries bro. I have about another month’s worth of writing planned already.
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BMW69
Hence, she took my phone and used the front camera to check on her hair and make-up. That was also when she took the opportunity to take some
selfies with my phone
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I know I haven’t been posting pictures since this post 2 pages ago. We didn’t really take many pictures when we were there so
here’s another picture Rachel took on the same occasion
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Rachel lay on the grey sofa facing the black baby grand. Her shoes were kicked off and the carpet was littered with square pillows. The round coffee table had been dragged closer to the sofa and the vase of flowers once adorning it was left on the floor. The plate of macaroons was now on the table; all except one macaroon.
There was an orange macaroon halfway in Rachel’s mouth as she lay there seductively. She gestured me to go closer until I could clearly see the worn fabric on her PE tee. She grabbed me in an embrace and pushed my head down to share the macaroon. I felt parts of it crumble away, into her mouth, as I bit it in half. I could smell the libidinous fragrance of her post workout sweat on her face before she released her grip on my head.
Rachel lying seductively on a sofa in her old PE T shirt and school socks was too much for me to bear. I grabbed a few macaroons from the plate and forced it into her mouth. While she was occupied, I tried to swiftly slide her FBT shorts off her. What a pity that I failed. The shorts ripped as her weight was keeping them in contact with the rough sofa.
Rachel made a muffled scream, muffled as her mouth was still occupied with the macaroons. I looked hungrily at her bare pussy before walking away to look for one of the tablets to turn on the “do not disturb” light. I still had the sense to know that housekeeping might be coming to clean up my dinner.
Satisfied, I went back to where Rachel’s right hand and leg were dangling off the sofa and dropped to a crawling position. I picked up her right foot and brought her school socks to my nose, inhaling the scent I so desired. I was again met with resistance as her sweat helped the sock cling on to her feet. I was so glad I sent her a packing list prior to our trip.
Having gotten her sock off, I put it gently on the striped carpet beside me before kissing her feet, up to her thighs, purposely missing her vagina. I moved up to her stomach, kissing her sweat scented PE shirt before moving down her left thighs until I reached the hem of her socks. I removed her other school sock ever so delicately before kissing her feet back up to her stomach again.
Rachel forced my head down with both hands when I reached her stomach for the second time, forcing me to where her pussy lay. Her position made it so convenient for her to spread her legs wide open for an easy access to her love hole.
I granted her wish and gave her sweaty vagina a tentative lick. Satisfied with the taste and smell, I plunged my face in and licked her for all I was worth. She pushed my head away shortly before she was about to cum and screamed “FUCK ME”, louder than what I thought was possible.
I wasted no time in unzipping my pants and releasing my bursting dick, forcing it into her mouth. I thank my mum for teaching me how to force open a mouth when she force-fed me medicine when I was much younger. Getting my dick scraped by teeth was unfortunately, not part of the lesson.
Almost ravished by Rachel’s mouth, I pushed her head back against the rough sofa and moved down to her wet pussy. Without hesitation, I plunged my tool in completely, enjoying her warmth. I was already made excited by her blowjob and had difficulty containing my cum.
I began to thrust harder and her moaning increased in tandem. I paused momentarily and reached down to retrieve the pair of school socks lying on the carpet before continuing my hard thrusts. Less than a minute later, I found myself taking in a deep breath, with her sock on my nose and sending millions of sperms shooting into her.
The feeling of having sex with Rachel in her old PE tee was heavenly and I was still rock hard when I walked off into the shower, leaving Rachel exhausted on the sofa.
Rachel was watching CNA on the tablet when I came out from the shower. She was sitting barefoot on the sofa with her polo PE tee on the floor. I gave her a kiss on the forehead, feeling the stickiness of her sweaty skin before telling her to go wash up. I poured a glass of Evians for her and got the hairdryer ready while waiting for her to be done showering. I can still remember the feeling of blow drying her wet hair before we both went to sleep together.
8 June 2012
This was to be the last time I had to wake early for this internship. As always, I was enraptured by Rachel who was sleeping next to me, dead to the world, as the sun shone into the bedroom through the thin white curtains.
‘I was just getting used to the routine’, I thought to myself as I finished the lukewarm cup of Sencha on my bedside table. Everything was as per normal and there was nothing to suggest that it was the last day of my internship. That is, until my internship actually ended that evening.
Diana had packed my table, ensuring that I had not left anything behind in my spacious office. My uncle had invited me to dinner at one of the most exclusive restaurants in HK. My cousin had already gone ahead to pick up his wife and a car had been sent ahead to pick Rachel up before I knocked off. Rachel looked as stunning as always, in a red dress which ended above her knees and a pair of matching red killer heels.
One thing though that differed was her greeting.
R: I have to tell you, I maxed out the card you gave me today while shopping for all these and more.
I chuckled and the entourage of 4 cars set off towards Mandarin Oriental HK. We were given the red carpet treatment the moment we arrived. My aunt and cousins have already settled down in the restaurant. We walked through The Chinnery escorted by one of the hotel’s top brass to the dining area.
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algerloo
Wow! a Really nice story bro! Thanks! =)
Thanks for your support bro, do come in often for updates.
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Apheleon
Damn is Rachel pretty & at the same time, high maintainance. xD
I agree… Joanne is low maintenance and beautiful… But there’s always something special about Rachel that keeps me attracted to her. Sigh.
The private dining room was decorated with a large chandelier, very special, with roses hanging from individual vases. The chandelier itself was fashioned out of what looked like plates and bowls. I greeted the 7 family members already seated at the table for 12 in what is famously known as The Krug Room.
From where I was seated, I was able to see past the drapes and into the kitchen where food was being churned out. I was sure that some of it was for us but I watched in fascination, wondering where all the rest of the food was going.
Dinner consisted of nothing but the best. From caviar and foie gras (way too much of it) to lobster, sharks fin and assorted sashimi, there was everything you can name on the table. I stopped counting at the thirteenth course but I dare say there were at least 20 courses in all. Every single dish was served with the chef giving us a short summary of what it was followed by a bottle of Krug (chosen to best complement the dish) being uncorked and our glasses refilled. Sadly though, I can’t recommend their signature dessert, “Krug on the Moon”, a 5 minute affair.
I was about to enter the Maybach I had grown used to when Darren stopped me. In a corner of the driveway was a Volcano Orange 12C. Just by looking at the car, there was no indication that it was a mean machine capable of great speeds. Well, other than the black rims and orange carbon ceramic brake callipers…
The inside was the same. Even though the car is well known for the extensive use of carbon fibre, the interior was calm and luxurious. The dashboard is covered with black leather and the centre console was made from what seemed to be aluminium instead of the ugly carbon fibre found in many Ferraris.
The distinctive sound of the McLaren reverberated through the cabin when he started the engine. I watched as he accelerated out of the hotel and worked his way up the gears by tapping on the pedals on the steering wheel. The traffic was light as usual and we were speeding through the Western Harbour crossing in no time at all.
Rachel and Diana were still not back at the hotel when I got back to the room. That was to be expected, with Darren’s aggressive driving and speeding through Hong Kong’s roads as if he owned it. I had just settled myself into the screening room in my suite with a glass of coke from the butler when Rachel walked through the suite’s doors.
The Dark Knight has just started playing, working the Klipsch speakers hard as Rachel and I took a reclining seat each, leaning back and enjoying the movie.
I had to make my way to the bathroom once during the movie and that was when I discovered that the entire suite was empty again. Our butler seems to have left, to return only when called.
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ALFRS
Hahaha! No way he could save up for those prime lenses and cameras. He said he’s only a JC student in real life. A 400mm f/2.8 alone is around $15-16k. He’s either a very wealthy businessman’s son and willing to let his underaged kid touch his collection or he’s lying abt his age and the family background.
Another thing, you gave your disclaimer to protect your ass (another indication that you are not a 18yo kid), but by telling people that your story is fictitious or that evrything is not real (again to protect your ass), you are killing the thrill I mean why would i read smth that u make up from the air or your own imagination, even if your writing is so damn good? I rather read a post which is written in broken English but evrything that is said is real and true. Just my personal preference. Happy new year!
Well happy new year bro! You’re damn right I didn’t save up for any of those shit. I’d be damned if I even said I paid for the microfiber cloth to clean my lenses with. And my dad doesn’t shoot. The 400/2.8 only costs ~$11k btw.
I can’t stop you if you think everything this is all made up and you won’t read it. Cheers.
P.S. If it wasn’t real, why’d I have to protect my ass?