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21 July 2012
Rachel was still asleep when I woke at half past 9 in the morning. I hastily brushed my teeth before going downstairs to ask my maid for Rachel’s underwear. She looked at me blankly as she handed the items to me, nicely folded up and I gave her a sheepish look before walking out of the kitchen and back into the living room.
I hesitated in front of Rachel’s socks for a moment before taking them and walking into one of the spare bedrooms upstairs. I locked myself in the toilet and wanked myself silly while smelling Rachel’s socks. I wrapped my member inside one of them before unloading my load in the smooth cotton. I did not cum much as I just came on Rachel’s face the night before. Satisfied, I hastily wiped the socks as dry as I could with a small face towel.
I then took a set of tooth brush and tooth paste from the guest room before heading back to my room, placing them in my toilet for Rachel’s use later. Happy that she was still asleep, I went back downstairs with her socks and left them exactly where I found them.
I then went back up to my room after asking my maid to make us breakfast. Bored, I turned on my laptop and went onto Facebook while waiting for Rachel to wake up on her own. She was still dressed in my PE tee and her school skirt, lying in my bed sleeping.
I was completely oblivious to the fact that she had woken up, if not for the hug that I got from behind as I clicked “like” on a status.
Me: Morning. Go and brush your teeth and get ready for breakfast. Your underwear is in the bathroom, on the countertop.
R: Yawn
I chuckled at myself as she turned around and walked into the bathroom. While she had washed my cum off her face and hair last night, I still managed to leave her a souvenir.
We went downstairs together, with me dressed casually and her still in the same clothes – albeit with her underwear back on. A simple breakfast of bee hoon and other assorted dishes was already on the dining table along with a jug of freshly squeezed apple juice.
R: Send me home when we’re done ok? I’m going out with my CCA mates later.
Me: You want me to send you there after that?
R: K… I just need about 20 minutes to get changed. We’re going to Orchard.
I was somehow delighted that I would get to spend some more time with Rachel. I guess, when you don’t get to see someone often, you tend to treasure the times you spend with her even more.
Rachel did not seem to notice that one of her sock was a little wet as she wore them back after breakfast. She then walked to the door where her shoes were and put them on without making any facial expression. I smiled again as I ran in front of her to start my car.
8 August 2012
Almost everyone in school was wearing a red top on this day as we gathered to celebrate our nation’s 47th birthday. I took the opportunity to look for Joanne while everyone was sitting around waiting for the day’s events to proceed. After all, we were supposed to have our own special national day celebration after the one in school.
I found Joanne sitting at her class bench as usual and told her to meet me at the school gate near the Auditorium. Her classmates teased us, asking if we were getting a room later. I chuckled at them. It was as if they knew.
I waited for Joanne on the steps outside the auditorium after the boring celebrations ended. She joined me about 10 minutes later, wearing her red faculty tee. Her hair was tied up in her usual pony tail and she had removed her skirt, wearing a short black pair of FBT instead. She was also wearing a red pair of Converse shoes and a pair of white ankle socks which was barely higher than her shoes.
I took her hand the moment we were out of the school gate and brought her to my uncle’s house nearby, where my car was usually parked. I changed out of my school uniform in the ground floor restroom and told Joanne to do the same. Little did she know that I planted a small spy pen in my pant pocket and left my uniform in the toilet on purpose.
I went back into the toilet to grab my uniform and hastily stuffed it into my bag. It seemed that Joanne had not discovered my camera. We walked over to my car together and I drove out of the compound, heading for Joanne’s house.
She needed to collect 2 sets of home clothes and a set of school uniform for the next few days. I wish the uniform was for something kinky but she was collecting it because she would not have the chance to go home for the next 2 days.
I waited in my XF alone under Joanne’s block as she went up by herself. She told me that she only needed a minute because she had already packed all her things. Never trust a girl when she says she only needs a minute – Joanne took 30.
It was 2pm by the time she was done and we were both famished by then. I decided to bring her to a nearby shopping centre for lunch before heading to our final destination. I could see the excitement in her eyes when I finally drove towards Fullerton Hotel after we finished our lunch at Manhattan Fish Market.
Joanne went with me to the check-in counter where we were immediately led to our room. There were two pots of tea on the minibar, one green tea and one chamomile, and two tea cups which were quickly filled with tea. It was at the table, overlooking MBFC which was still under construction, where I gave the manager my Visa Infinite card and checked into the room.
There was no time for us to laze around as we had a busy schedule to follow. Still dressed in the black and white polka dot dress Joanne changed into at my uncle’s house, she swapped her red converse shoes for a pair of 2” Ferragamo pumps I bought for her. I was already dressed appropriately and was waiting for her at the door of our fifth floor suite.
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sexciting leh, this story! keep it up bro BMW!! Fan request here; can rachel or joanne be placed in a full leg cast? hahahaha, please please!
Haha I’ll place a third party in a leg cast la. I actually finished writing already.
No, we were not headed for an orgy or anything like that. I drove across Singapore River to Raffles City where Joanne and I spent the entire afternoon shopping on levels 1 and 2. I bought us a pair of De Ville Prestige watches, to Joanne’s protests. I should have bought that last because she refused to spend another cent of my money after that.
We window shopped in Raffles City till it was 6:30pm. I then drove us back to the hotel where I changed into a casual shirt and a more comfortable pair of shoes. I sent a message to Rachel reminding her to meet us at MBS where there three of us were having dinner together.
I took Joanne’s hand and we walked towards MBS. Her arms wrapped around my shoulder as she saw the beautiful sunset with the yet to be complete MBFC in the foreground. There was nothing more I could ask for at that moment. We were blissful.
The two of us met Rachel outside the famed Bistro in Basement 1 before we were ushered into the private dining area outside the wine cellar. There was a small but cosy round table set for 3. Joanne and I sat together while Rachel, who looked stunning in her red side-slit dress and killer blue stilettos, sat opposite us. I was secretly very happy with the seating arrangements because it meant that I could admire Rachel’s beauty while I enjoyed my dinner.
I ordered in advance a seafood platter to be shared among us three. That came soon after we were seated and I was offered a bottle of Vintage Duvel-Leroy. While I had never heard of the house, I definitely did not regret accepting the bottle. It went so well with the Oysters that I was tempted to get another.
I went with a slab of Ribeye and a scoop of seared Foie Gras while the girls had a Lobster each. We finished the meal with dessert each and a complementary glass of dessert wine. I could not resist the urge to buy a small box of Macarons for Joanne as I was signing for the bill.
I walked hand in hand out of MBS with the two girls to our next destination for the night – Avalon. Almost every partygoer in Singapore was parting that night because the next day would be a public holiday. Avalon was packed but we still managed to skip the queue because of my guest list.
We headed straight for our table where some of our school friends were already sitting there and drinking. They ordered 3 rounds of sour plum shots and a bottle of Grey Goose complete with mixers. Rachel and I gamely drank from the table while Joanne was much more hesitant. After all, she hardly ever drinks.
The night was still young and I ordered a few bottles of NV Krug and some Don Julio shots to keep the fun going. I made sure that Joanne downed a few shots so that she would be drunk, wild and ready to party. Unfortunately, my plan backfired and Joanne ended up falling asleep on the couch.
I crossed her legs to preserve her modesty and finished up my share of the shots before dragging Rachel to the dancefloor. I was hard even before I got to the dancefloor because I knew what Rachel was capable of even when she was not high.
We started off dancing separately next to each other and progressed to me dancing behind her a few songs later. I wasted no time hesitating before grabbing Rachel’s slim waist and pulling her towards my body. Rachel responded in kind by grinding me, gyrating so well that I felt my juices were going to burst from their sacs.
We continued for another few songs before Rachel stopped and asked if we could head back. She was starting to feel the pain of dancing in 6” heels. She grabbed my dick outside my jeans as we were walking back to our table, making my hard on throb.
Joanne was almost at the table when we got back. Most of our friends had left for the dancefloor (whoops, did they see Rachel and me grinding hard?) and they left a girl to take care of Joanne. I found out that the SY, who was taking care of Joanne, was quite drunk as well and was on the verge of puking.
I poured the water out of one of the ice buckets and kept it on standby in case SY really puked. She smiled at me in thanks and my eyes inadvertently travelled down towards her crotch area. I have to say SY was usually a goody two shoes in school and I was quite surprised that she turned up that night to club. What was more surprising was that under her incredibly short and tight dress was a shiny thong covering her pubic region inadequately.
I quickly looked away before SY or Rachel caught me but the image of the thong is forever imprinted in my mind. I could never see her in school again without wondering what she was wearing underneath her full length school skirt.
We partied till half past one and most of us were so drunk that we could hardly walk in a straight line. Some of those who were more avid clubbers led the rest out of the club to the main road and called a cab for them. I woke Joanne with much difficulty but was able to get her out of Avalon eventually. I would have brought Rachel back to the suite with us if not for the fact that Joanne was my girlfriend.
We took a cab back to the hotel where I insisted that Joanne take a cold bath before going to sleep. I hoped that it would help her feel less warm and also wake her up slightly from her drunken state. We had barely got to our suite when Joanne kicked off her heels and ran into the bathroom. Unsurprisingly, she had vomit into the toilet bowl.
I took the tooth brushing set out of the brown cylinder got her to brush her teeth while I set out to make her a hot cup of Pearl of the Orient. Thank goodness for the double sinks as I could fill the hot water cooker as she was brushing her teeth.
She was still not feeling better after puking once and I decided to order 2 bowls of breakfast cereals with milk for her. I was hoping that she would feel better with something in her stomach and some hot tea.
Joanne went to take a bath with the bathroom door unlocked and the binds open (in case something happened to her while she was bathing) while waiting for the food to come. It seemed that the cold bath did not do much for her as she was still nauseous after coming out of the shower.
I watched from outside the toilet as she came out of the shower stall naked, drying herself with the large hotel towel.
J: Don’t even think?
Me: Of?
J: I’m not giving you a blowjob tonight unless you want me to puke all over your dick.
I chuckled and my free show was interrupted with the chime of the doorbell.
I insisted that the server leave me with the trolley instead of taking the time to set up the dishes on the marble coffee table. Joanne finished the food quickly and it was evident that the food had done her some good.
Me: You know dear, when you came out of the shower naked just now, all that was running through my mind was how lucky I was to have you.
9 August 2012
My surroundings were dark when I woke up and I noticed that Joanne was no longer sleeping next to me. I realised that the window blinds had been drawn, shielding me from the vicious attack of the sun. I found her sitting on the gold coloured sofa, her hands covering her face.
J: I have this splitting headache that refuses to go away. I think I’m going to die if it doesn’t go away soon.
Me: Err… It’s a hangover… You shouldn’t have drunk so much last night.
J: My fault?
Me: Err… I think some food will do you good.
I saw that it was past noon and took the room service menu, ordering two plates of Chicken Rice. I tried to specify that the dish should contain as little oil as possible but I later found out that it was in vain.
I walked over to the small pantry and made both of us a cup of hot tea, in hope that the tea would do some good for Joanne’s hangover. It did not.
Joanne was still having a splitting headache by the time she finished her lunch and I told her to get some rest while I went out alone to buy snacks for the small gathering we would be having that night with some of her classmates.
I decided against getting alcoholic beverages for the small gathering we were having that night because I did not want a repeat of last night’s events.
Joanne woke up at 4pm, having slept for another two over hours. Her headache was finally gone and she took a quick shower before changing into a simple body hugging pink dress that ended midway above her knees. She contemplated wearing her heels but settled on the white hotel slippers instead.
Joanne was drying her hair when the doorbell rang over the noise of the hairdryer. I continued watching HBO on the 40+ inches Samsung TV mounted on the wall while Joanne rushed out of the toilet to open the door for her friends.
I finally stood up to welcome her friends as she filtered into the room. There were five of them in all, Ashley, Britney, Charlotte, Denise and Elsa.
D: Why’s your hair still wet Jo? What have you been doing?
J: I was bathing!
B: Really?! I don’t think anyone of us believes that. You and him in a room together…
How unfortunate that Joanne was telling the truth but I would not be letting her off again that night.
Ashley was not very good looking in my opinion. She was not fair but not tanned and her black hair ended above her shoulders. She was not slim by most standards (I estimate her to be 1.62m and 55kg) but I guess she had ‘more to love’ (C cup boobs and not a bad ass) than your typical girl. She was wearing a tank top and shorts that were way shorter than they were supposed to be.
Britney was the girl next door you’ve always wanted to bang. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, longer than her shoulders. She had a cute dimpled face and wore hipster black plastic framed glasses. She was athletic with toned legs and tanned skin. You can’t really find fault with her 1.7m tall frame that I estimate weighs a healthy 50kg. She wore a super short pair of denim shorts with her t-shirt tucked inside because the rest of her left leg was wrapped inside a signed white cast.
Charlotte was like Britney but a little shorter. She wore a T-shirt with cute prints on it and a flared skirt that ended a little higher than it should. Her skirt was nothing compared to Britney’s though as Britney’s longer legs meant that her skirt ended even higher.
Denise had character. Her hair was so short you could mistake her for a boy if not for her large D cups. She was further hampered by the fact that she was nothing short of a mammoth, coming in just shy of 80kg in her last height and weight measurement when school started (or so I heard from Joanne). She wore a conservative T-shirt and berms, hiding the navel piercing I knew she had.
Elsa was really cute. You can’t help but smile when you see her on the street or in school. Her growth seems to have been stunted by gravity as she was 1.55m tall at most, weighing about 40kg. Her tiny A cups were very proportional to her body. She had long hair tied up in a ponytail and was wearing this incredibly cute dress that could only be from the Petite section in H&M. A pair of orange Converse shoes with matching orange socks completed her outfit.
I whipped out the orange room service menu and handed it to them, apologising that there was only one menu to go around. Joanne took their orders like a professional waitress with the in-room notepad and hotel pen while I readied myself by the Avaya phone.
The girls sat themselves down on the golden sofa to watch TV while I spoke to the room service department in the bedroom. I purposely walked in front of them to get the small velvet chair, hoping to see a glimpse of what they’re wearing under their skirts. Alas, the night was still young and they were still very conscious of how they sat.
We were enjoying our dinner with HBO in the background when Denise heard the first of the many booms that night. The mini firework effects had been set off and the girls rushed out to the balcony, hoping to catch a glimpse of it. Britney hobbled out as well but she was a tad too slow.
They eagerly tuned into Channel 5 after that to watch the rest of the parade as I called room service to bring up the few tubs of Haagen Dazs I stored in their freezer.
The highlight of the night was the actual fireworks. From our pristine position in the balcony, we had perfect views of the fireworks exploding in front of us. The girls were fascinated and eagerly whipped out their phones, taking videos to post on Facebook and Instagram.
They were far less careful when they got back to their seats. I called for the third bucket of ice that and took out more of the drinks that I bought, ready for the games the girls would be playing that night.
A: BMW69, you didn’t buy Alcohol?
Me: All of you are underage you know… And it’s not like I would want to be in a hotel room together with 6 drunken girls. Right?
The girls started laughing even before I could finish my sentence. It was then that Denise pointed to the bottles of alcohol perched on top of the minibar.
Joanne looked like she wanted to protest but stopped herself as Denise helped herself to the bottle of Belvedere, mixing it with the Florida’s Natural Orange Juice I purchased earlier that day. The other girls eagerly added the vodka to their own drinks as well.
They were high in no time and tried to add vodka into Joanne’s drink. I was tempted to let them, but having seen Joanne drunk, I knew that I would not be getting any action that night if she had alcohol in her system. So, I took the bottle from them and added some of its contents into my drink before stowing it into the fridge.
D: That’s all you’re letting us drink? Might as well finish the whole bottle since we opened it already.
C: He wants to keep for later mah… He wants to use it to get Jo drunk so that he can eat her tofu.
J: Eh… It’s not like that la…
A: Don’t think we don’t know what you two do here when we are not around…
Me: I think you girls have very active imaginations.
B: Don’t deny it. We’re not fools…
E: What else can a guy and a girl do together in a hotel room?
Me: Why don’t you stay over tonight and see what Joanne and I do?
I gave Elsa a wink that made the rest of the girl say “ooh” in unison. Joanne, who had not yet drunk any alcohol, seemed to be a little uncomfortable at where the conversation was heading. The other girls however, seemed to be very interested in continuing the conversation.
The vodka was once again taken out of the fridge and the song “Polly put the Kettle on” started playing in my head for some reasons. The girls helped themselves to more alcohol and the conversation turned more explicit.
The girls, with Joanne included, started asking Britney about her boyfriend and what they had done so far.
B: Eh… Shy la…
A: Tell us… We’re all girls! We won’t tell anyone else!
B: BMW69 isn’t a girl…
Me: I’ll keep my mouth shut as long as you make it worth it.
D: We’ll all make sure he keeps his mouth shut. Or else…
I chuckled at the threat and Britney poured herself another drink.
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B: Ok, I’ll just tell you all about my favourite encounter ok? Promise that you won’t ask anymore?
We all agreed, drunk and horny, that we would be satisfied knowing just that.
B: My most memorable session happened on his birthday last year. He brought me to his house after school that day and I knew full well that I was going to have to satisfy him in any way he wanted. I trembled slightly as he unlocked the metal gates to his house, not knowing what to expect, except that it was going to be a little different from the usual sex that we had.
The girls fidgeted on their seats, suppressing their gasps and moans. It seemed that all of the girls in the room were determined not to be the first one to show that she was horny.
B: I slowly removed my shoes and socks before stepping into the house, trying to stall for as much time as possible before the inevitable happened. He grabbed my shoes and put them inside his house, in case his neighbours walked past and wondered why there was an extra pair of shoes outside his house. He then grabbed my hand forcefully and dragged me into his bedroom.
B: I sat on the bed, my heart thumping madly, as he reached for the air con remote on his desk. He turned on the air con while turning around and giving me a cheeky smile. For some reasons, his smile made me feel safe and secure and I allowed myself to breathe again.
B: He told me to look away while he went over to his cupboard and took out some things. The next thing I knew was that he had a baby blue, fluffy and soft pair of handcuffs around each of my wrist. I was then forcefully chained to his bed with my arms above my head and behind me.
B: He took his time in unbuttoning my school blouse and blew softly in my ears to arouse me as he did so. My heart was thumping so fast because I was so scared of being chained up but I felt my panties sticking to my privates because I was so so wet.
B: He unbuckled my bra after unbuttoning my blouse but could not remove either because my hands were chained up behind me. All he could do was to lift my bra up to my throat and leave it there. I thought I was going to die when he walked away, leaving my high and dry.
B: I saw him going to his laptop on the desk and turning on some porno vid. He maxed out the volume and I could hear some girl moaning while she was getting rammed hard. I strained my head to look at what he was doing and found him taking off his pants.
B: He pressed his nose against my lacy blue panties and started licking me from outside my panties. It went on for a while before I think he got tired and finally took off my panties. I was so wet in anticipation of his entry that I could feel even more juice leaking out.
B: He disappointed me yet again by not finally putting it inside me. He started licking my nipple while flicking the other one with his nails. I could feel myself shuddering every time he flicked it.
I could see that Charlotte and Elsa were both visibly turned on. Their skirts had hiked up higher than they should and their panties were clinging onto their pussies.
B: You have no idea how good I felt when he finally gave in and entered me. I totally didn’t even realise that he did not have a condom on. I just wanted him to go in and out faster.