The Club. 11.30pm.
“Whoa… He’s out,” Nelson said. He prodded Daniel’s slumped form with his finger to confirm his friend was down for good.
“I knew it was too much,” Eunice said. “Exactly how much did he drink?”
“Three or four bottles at least,” Nelson lied. His eyes lingered on the soft looking pale swells of Eunice’s petite cleavage. Already, he was undressing her in his mind.
“Maybe we should call it a night?” She asked as she fussed with concern over her konked out boyfriend.
“No way, it’s still early,” Nelson insisted.
Adeline took a sip from her bottle and said, “Why don’t you finish your beer and then we can hit the dance floor again.”
“Mmmm… Cannot finish. I’m not much of a drinker,” Eunice replied.
Nelson boldly moved over and settled into the edge of the booth seat, putting himself between Daniel and Eunice. “Take your time, take your time. Don’t worry about Daniel and Alvin. People pass out drunk here all the time.”
“Shouldn’t we help them lie down at least?”
“No no. Their position right now is actually the best. If you lay them down upright they might choke on their own vomit.”
Eunice nodded. To her left, Adeline was urging Joanne to take gulp after gulp from her bottle. She began to slowly sip from hers. She had drank beer before in small amounts during family gatherings and social events but it had never tasted quite like what she was having now. Though chilled, the brew left a trail of radiating warmth from the back of her mouth down to her belly. It was a pleasant sensation indeed.
“How’s the beer?” She heard Nelson ask from beside her. She was momentarily surprised to hear how close he was, speaking almost into her ear. She was even more surprised by the tingles running down her back at the sound of his voice.
“Oh, um…” She replied. “Fine I guess.” She looked at him before continuing, “do you have to sit so close?”
“Oh, sorry,” said Nelson. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“Hmm? No la… It’s just… I feel a little warm.”
“Haha. Must be the beer.”
“Yeah, must be,” Eunice agreed.
They continued to chat as they nursed their drinks. Given the deafening music, they had to lean in to speak into each other’s ears to be properly heard. Adeline and Joanne were giggling a lot as they spoke. They were sitting so close together that they were constantly rubbing against each other.
No, thought Eunice. Adeline seemed more composed. It was Joanne who seemed restless. She was acting really touchy towards Adeline, constantly rubbing against her as if she craved skin on skin contact.
Eunice was a little too preoccupied to ponder her friend’s strange behavior at the moment. Nelson was suddenly keen to engage her in conversation all of a sudden. Every time she felt his breath on her ear, she felt thrills shooting up her spine and her body grow hotter. Instinctively, she kept sipping on the chilled bottle of beer in her hands to counter the heat. His hand suddenly brushed across her arm causing her to shiver with pleasure and moan. It felt surprisingly good to feel him touch her.
“Finished?” Adeline suddenly asked. “Let’s dance.”
She rose, pulling Joanne up with her.
“Eunice still has about a mouthful to go,” Nelson replied.
“Hurry up and then join us,” Adeline said as she began pulling Joanne away.
Nelson suddenly took the bottle form Eunice’s hands. “Come on baby, bottoms up,” he told her as he lifted it to her lips and held it up, as if feeding a baby from a bottle, forcing her to chug it all down.
Before she realized it, Nelson was leading her by hand towards the dance floor.
Daniel:
I tasted something sour, bitter, and foul in my mouth. Unable to breathe, I lurched upwards. Holy fuck, what a stench. And what’s that ungodly noise hammering my eardrums? I couldn’t see anything. Oh god! Am I blind? No, no, my eyes are still there, I can definitely feel them stinging. What the fuck’s in my eyes?
I rubbed them clear. The smell was familiar. Oh shit, I just puked all over myself. Where the hell am I? Everything seems to be moving around me in a blur. The lights are mercilessly assaulting my eyes. All around me people are writhing and screaming. Are they in pain?
Oh… I must be in hell. What?! Wait a minute! I can’t go to hell! I’m a Christian! I know what this is… It’s a nightmare. A very bad dream. I try to look around. Someone is slumped right beside me. He appears unconscious. He looks familiar. Oh, it’s Alvin. Haha. Stupid Alvin. We’ve fallen in hell and he’s fast asleep.
I hurled again, spewing more half digested beer and dinner on the ground. For some reason, my mind became less foggy after that and it made me feel better.
There is a large circular area bathed in scorching lights not far from me. It is choke full of people writhing and twisting where they stood. I gasp. It’s the proverbial lake of fire! Look at all that burning sinners flailing around in pain! Oh Jesus, I’m in hell alright.
Someone in the mass of swaying bodies caught my attention… Wait… I know her…
She is standing in the lake of fire, her arms locked around the shoulders of some guy. No… Not a guy. It’s a demon. And it has its hands around my girlfriend’s butt. Eunice? What are you doing? Get out of the burning lake!
She was swaying in sync with the demon, obviously struggling against it. Oh my… I never realized she had a butt like that. That cute little butt. She is effectively grinding herself against the demon’s body. Oh, she’s burning all right. Her face was red, her skin looked sweaty, and she was panting badly for air. Oh God, sweet Eunice, what did you ever do to deserve getting tortured by Satan’s minions in the dreaded lake of fire?
There was a chorus of hoots and howls coming from another section of the infernal lake. Looking across, I could see the denizens of hell making a circle around another couple. It was Joanne and it appears she is struggling against a sexy female demon. A succubus if you will. Oh how wildly they trashed against each other, though for reasons I can’t fathom, fights in hell seemed to involve a lot of butt shaking. So much so that Joanne’s short flared skirt constantly swayed over her hips, barring her white panties.
The other burning sinners around them were howling a lot at the spectacle. Jesus, won’t somebody help her? I struggled to stand. Whoops! No can do… I fell to my knees.
With some effort, I managed to climb up a chair. The howling from the lake of fire was getting more intense. I watched as Joanne fought ever more hotly against the succubus. Suddenly, the succubus pulled Joanne close and pushed her lips against hers. The crowd of sinners went wild… With grief I presume…
It was no good. Joanne’s will seemed to have gotten sucked out of her by that succubus’ kiss. She melted in surrender against the demoness. My eyes desperately searched for Eunice. She was still held against the demon, but they were both watching the succubus claim Joanne’s innocent soul. Eunice seemed to be particularly transfixed at the sight while the demon was whispering into her ear as it watched. My eyes were fixed on Eunice’s face.
She suddenly closed her eyes, and her mouth hung parted. The demon was standing close by her side. I noticed immediately that one of his hands had pulled her skirt over the nubile curve of her ass. His other hand was at her front, stroking up and down her fair slim thigh. She was shuddering as it touched her without offering any inkling of resistance.
Argggh… I gotta get up.
I shuffled awkwardly towards the lake on wobbly legs. It appears that even in hell, people don’t like the smell of puke as one by one, the members of the damned turn away from me in disgust. Jeez, what? You think you’re better than me? We’re already in hell. We’re already the worst humanity has to offer.
I got nervous when I reached the edge of the burning lake. Looking up, I could see the scores of people jerking around in agony but Eunice and Joanne were nowhere in sight. I circled the circular infernal pool hoping to catch sight of them.
Something else caught my eyes instead. Up on the higher rungs, the Devil himself sauntered by. I knew that face. I knew the Devil.
It was Richard Lee.
Midnight. In a quiet bar lounge next to the Club.
Joyce laughed at the story her colleague Dawn was telling from across the table. She was trying hard to enjoy herself, but she could not get rid of a nagging guilt in her chest. Was I too harsh on Kenny? She wondered. Did I hurt his feelings?
Veronic noticed Joyce was looking rather down. “What’s wrong Joyce? You look like something is bothering you,” She asked.
Veronica Chu was Joyce’s boss. She and her husband, Michael Chu owned the real estate firm where Joyce worked as an agent. She was a friendly woman, though she can be professionally cold in the workplace. At 42 years of age, she was a mother of three teenage kids, and was remarkably attractive, with luscious natural curves resulting from her multiple pregnancies. Like most women working in aggressive sales, she took great care of her outlook, maintaining fair flawless skin and a stylish bobcut for a more sophisticated look.
Dawn Yang was a 36 year old veteran agent in the company and one of the best closers on the floor. She was married with two young children at home. Dawn had a lean and tight athletic body thanks to her thrice a week gym sessions. She had medium straight hair, and like Joyce, prefers to tie it in a ponytail. She and Joyce bonded over their interest in Pilates and aerobics early on when Joyce had just joined the company. Joyce gained many valuable insights on how to close a sale from Dawn as they often worked close together.
Despite being younger in her early thirties, the two older women had taken an immediate liking to Joyce when she joined the company thanks to her hardworking and bright nature. They immediately took her under their wing and the three had become fast friends.
“Hm? Oh nothing,” Joyce replied Veronica.
“Can’t be nothing. Are you alright dear? Trouble at home?”
“Mhmmm… I had a small spat with my husband just now.”
“Let me guess. He doesn’t like you going out at night.”
“Something like that.”
Dawn snorted with disdain. “Is that the same husband that can’t get a job? He has some nerve telling you what to do when you’re the one bringing home the pork.”
Joyce sighed a little but nodded. She knew Dawn’s husband did not hold down a job either. He stayed at home and became a house-husband instead, running the household and caring for the children. Dawn was the sole breadwinner of her family. As such, Joyce admired Dawn for her independence and character.
“Don’t your husband ever complain about you staying out late?” Joyce asked.
“Of course,” Dawn replied. “So I just tell him I might have to cancel his credit cards if I don’t earn enough commissions because a certain ‘someone’ prevented me from networking.”
“And he became okay with it?”
“Not really. But he don’t dare complain so much anymore.”
“Men can get insecure easily,” Veronica chipped in. “You should talk with him dear. Let him know he is still important in some way.”
“Important?” Dawn asked coyly. “Like how ‘important’ Michael is to the company?”
Veronica gave her a disapproving look. “My husband is vital to our company okay!”
“I’ve never really told you this before out of respect, but that husband of yours does virtually nothing. Everyone knows you are the one that runs the company. All he does is show his face every morning, nap in his office until lunchtime, and then spend the rest of his day golfing with his buddies.”
“Dawn! I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink.”
“But…”
“Enough,” Veronica said sternly. “Michael is your boss as well. He deserves all due respect.”
“Hmmmph… That was exactly how much respect I have for him.”
Joyce sighed again as she watched her boss and colleague bicker. “Maybe we should call it a night. I should go home early for a change.”
“What?!” Dawn gasped. “Nooooo! We haven’t even danced yet!”
“Haha, I dunwan dance. The place is packed full of young people. I feel old.”
“Hey there,” said Veronica. “You’re the youngest among us but you’re acting like an Aunty.
“We are Aunties,” Joyce replied.
“Not tonight!” Dawn interjected. “I didn’t dress to my nines for nothing. Tonight we’re hot stuff!”
A deep voice interrupted them. “That you are indeed, ladies.”
The three women turned to see a handsome young man in suave shirt and pants standing near their table. Behind him were three other young men.
No… Joyce thought. ‘Young men’ was not the right term. These were barely men.
“Can we help you boys?” Veronica asked.
“I think we can help each other,” the boy replied. “You see, we were stood up by our dates and pretty much resigned to the fact that our night was ruined. That was until we saw you ladies. It would appear, you ladies are here unescorted are you not?”
“Maybe… What makes you think we need to be escorted?” Dawn asked.
“Never crossed my mind. However, us boys on the other hand feel a bit lost without someone to hold our hand,” he said sheepishly.
That earned a giggle from the women.
“How about it, Babes? Let’s show each other a good time.”
“Aren’t we a little old for you kids?” Veronica asked teasingly. “And stop calling us babes. I’m old to be your mother.”
“You have no idea how hard it is to find a real woman in a place like this. There are only bratty little girls or women who are trying to be girls. Allow me to introduce us. That there behind me is Alex, Roy, and Brandon. My name is Richard. How about we get acquainted over drinks? I’m buying of course.”
Meanwhile, over at the nightclub…
The next track came on air. It was a fast thumping one, pumping new energy into the hordes of clubbers. At the edge of the dance floor, one couple was out of sync with the crowd swaying close against each other in a slow intimate dance.
Nelson felt his heart pounding against his ribcage. The feeling of Eunice’s warm soft body against him was so exciting that it made him feel a little sick in his stomach. Knowing that her boyfriend was nearby just added to the thrill.
The little blue pill was working like a charm. Eunice was hot and sweaty all over, and trembling from head to toe. She was not so much leaning than actually clinging to him to avoid collapsing on the floor.
“Erm, Eunice?”
“Y-y-yes?”
“Let’s find somewhere to sit down.”
“O-okay…” She replied, literally panting out the words.
She let Nelson lead her through the crowd. They came upon a flight of stairs guarded by a bouncer. As she unsteadily ascended the steps, she wondered why they were going to the second floor. Wasn’t their table somewhere near the dance floor?
“Nelson… Where are we going?” She asked as they turned into a corridor of mirrored doors.
“Somewhere we can be alone.”
“W-w-why?”
Nelson suddenly pinned her against the wall and kissed her. She shuddered when she felt his tongue prod playfully at hers.
“Nelsooon… Uhhh No!”
“Come on Eunice, we both need this.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I want you. I know you want me too. You were practically humping me on the dance floor.”
“No! I wasn’t”
Nelson smiled and brushed his fingers up her pale inner thigh. She shuddered at the sensation. Oh, that felt good, she thought.
He stopped when he reached mid thigh and withdrew his fingers, bringing it up before her eyes. His fingers were coated with slick, sticky juices.
“You’re so wet Eunice,” Nelson said. “Can’t you feel it? Your legs are soaked.”
“I… I…”
“I’m so hard for you too baby. Come, let’s go with the flow okay?”
Nelson snuggled his face against her neck and began to kiss and lick it. His hand snaked down once more to stroke up her wet thigh, under her skirt.
“Oooohh… Nelson!” She moaned.
His fingers reached her mound, covered lightly by her thin black panties. He began to rub her throbbing pussy over the soaked fabric, teasing the nub of her clit.
“Ah, ah, ah, Oh Nelson, Ah…”
“You like it right? It’s alright baby, I know you need it. Cum for me Eunice, let it out, cum baby cum…”
He rubbed her covered pussy to the rhythm of the pounding music in the background, brushing his thumb across her clit each time.
Eunice yelped and moaned until finally, she gave a sharp scream and arched her back off the wall. Her hips convulsed vigorously against his hand which was clamped tightly between her thighs. Hot sticky juices gushed against her panties, drenching his fingers.
Nelson kissed her excitedly on the mouth. “That was beautiful. Oh baby, you were so hot. So sexy.”
“Nghhh… Oh my God. Oh God.”
Nelson kissed her again. Eunice was still trembling badly from the otherworldly pleasure of her first orgasm to resist. After a minute she automatically kissed him back out of instinct. The two frenched hotly for several more minutes. Eunice had never kissed so lewdly before, but she found the tongue-play it to be extremely arousing. She was soon lost in the moment as Nelson took the lead and claimed her mouth.
Finally, he drew back to catch his breath. Eunice didn’t have the same luxury for his fingers had already pulled aside her panty crotch and was rubbing along her tight pink slit. Nelson smirked as he watched her pant and wheeze to cope with the sensation. This drug was certainly worth every cent he had splurged.
“Ugh.. Ohhh..Aaaaaa…” Moaned Eunice when Nelson inserted his finger inside her.
He had done so to test the waters, but was pleasantly surprised to discover how small and tight she was. So much so that he doubt he could insert a second finger. Shit, either Daniel has a puny dick or he hasn’t fucked this slutty hole yet, he thought. The thought of impaling Eunice’s tight virgin pussy on his cock made him rock hard.
He was snatched away from his thoughts when he felt Eunice moving. She was humping his hand, fucking his finger on her own volition. Her eyes was glazed and unfocused and her mouth gaped slightly as she panted deliriously. She was obviously enjoying her first penetration, even if it was just with his index finger.
“Oh, Eunice, you’re so hot. You want to cum again don’t you?”
“Ngh… Uhh.. Huh… Ahhh..”
“Baby, tell me, do you like this? You like it when I make you cum? Huh?” Nelson teased her as he intensified his fingering and brushed his thumb over her clit.
“Arggh… Ohhh… Nelson!”
“Tell me…”
“Ooooh… Ohhh… Like that.”
“You like that? You like it when I play your clitty?”
Nelson! Aaaaaaa! I… I’m…"
“Cum baby… Cum again… Come on, let it go…”
Eunice screamed again as her body was wrecked with a second intense orgasm in a row. Her legs buckled and she fell forwards against Nelson who held her to keep her partially upright as he continuously fingered her thorough her climax.
When he was sure she had finished cumming, he withdrew his slick hand from between her badly trembling legs and guided her limp body towards one of the private rooms nearby.
The Club. Private Room.
Eunice could hear someone moaning even before Nelson threw open the door. The room was spacious with three long black leather couches arranged perpendicular to each other, generally facing a solid glass wall overlooking the ravers below. Up on the middle couch sat Joanne with her loose skirt flipped back and her slim tapered legs splayed wide. On the floor, diligently pumping two fingers in and out of her pink wet slit while deftly tonguing her clit, was Adeline.
“Oh my God…” Eunice gasped at the sight of her close friends behaving so wantonly.
“Adeline!” Nelson exclaimed, pretending to be shocked. “What is this?”
His girlfriend turned to look at them. “Sorry baby. I know we planned to have some private time here, but Joanne got me so hot that I can’t help wondering how she taste like.” She grinned mischievously. “So I thought I’d invite her to join us.”
“Funny,” Nelson replied as he wrapped his arms around Eunice’s waist. “Eunice and I were the same.”
“Mmmm… I can’t wait to taste her as well. Why don’t you two get comfortable first while I finish my appetizer. Joanne has such yummy pussy. Naughty too. She came four time already.”
With that Adeline parted Joanne’s shaved pussy to expose her pink fleshy insides and began to eagerly eat her out.
“Auuuuu… Ooooooooh… aaaaaaaaa…” Joanne moaned. She writhed and snapped her pretty flushed face side to side as her friend’s hot little tongue teased her tender depths in quick deft strokes.
Eunice was overcome with shock and lust at the same time. Her entire body trembled as she watched her friends carry on. Nelson began to kiss her neck from behind. Upon seeing that she wasn’t really resisting, he gently eased her towards a nearby couch. He bent her over so that her elbows were on the seat and her knees on the floor. Eunice felt her skirt being lifted over her pert white butt and shuddered when she felt Nelson’s hand on her smooth flawless flesh. Her whole body was so sensitive, responding even to the lightest of his touches.
She felt his hand toy with the waistband of her panties and her heart rate shot up. As he slowly peeled her soaked underwear down, the anticipation sent her into trembling fits of arousal. The leather seat before her face already felt warm from her incessant panting.
“Nelson… W-w-wait… what are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.
“Hmm? Didn’t you hear? Joanne cum four times already. We have some catching up to do baby.”
“B-b-but… wait… Ohhhh!” Eunice gasped when Nelson slid his middle finger into her tight wet hole all the way to the base. Her back arched in response and her butt raised a little, baring more of her aroused pussy to him.
“Fuck, you’ve got such a beautiful pussy Eunice…” Nelson added.
He was practically panting at the sight. Eunice too had her little pussy shaved bare and it glowed with a healthy pink. Must be a thing with girls nowadays, Nelson thought.
He started fingering her, feeling her soft insides trembling and squeezing his finger at the same time. Fuck, she’s so tight, he marveled. To his side, on the other couch, Joanne broke out in to a wailing scream.
We’re lagging behind, Nelson thought with amusement. He bent forwards and kissed Eunice’s cute butt. His other hand snaked around her thigh and found the small stiff nub of her aroused clit. Already, he could feel her pussy walls begin to spasm, signalling another incoming orgasm.
In an adjacent room, a group of businessmen sat awkwardly in their couches, nursing their liquor. Any attempts of small talk had been quashed by the faint but unmistakable orgasmic screams coming one after another from next door. Even they shifted uncomfortably in their seats to attempt to hide the obvious tent in their trousers, their minds were racing in wonder of what manner of beasts could make a girl scream like that.
+++++++++++++++++++++++
Meanwhile, downstairs at a table near the dance floor…
“Richard right? We’ve met before.” Joyce said to the handsome youth sitting beside her. They were the only ones at the table. Before them, Veronica, Dawn, and the other boys were busy dancing.
“Oh ya!” You’re Aunty May’s sister. The one that got trouble with the…”
“The loan shark yes,” She finished, blushing profusely. “Thank you for your help on that by the way.”
“Oh no problem, no problem. Small matter lah.”
“But it was a really terrible problem for us. We had no way out. You really saved us.”
“Aww, you’re making me blush. You sure you don’t want to dance?”
“Haha, no. I would be an embarrassment.”
“Somehow I doubt that is possible,” Richard replied looking into her eyes.
Joyce felt her heart skip a beat. It was odd. Richard’s presence beside her was making her heart race. She blushed again and quickly gulped down the rest of the cocktail Richard had bought them earlier. She was the last one to finish hers since she wasn’t much of a drinker. The boys however seemed to prefer beers.
“So… How close are you with my sister?” she asked, changing the subject. “She said you’re Daniel’s friend?”
“Well… Friend is a rather broad term nowadays.”
“What do you mean?”
“I know Daniel la, but don’t hang out with him often. That guy a bit antisocial one.”
“Is it? Then how you know May so well?”
“Oh, I interested in her, so I took the time to get to know her.”
“Interested?”
“I think she’s really beautiful.”
“Mmmmm… Jie has always been popular with guys when she was younger. I thought she lost her charms when she got married, but it appears not.”
“Only your sister? You must have been pretty popular as well.”
“Ahaha. Maybe… I wouldn’t know. But our eldest sister, Grace, had no end of pursuers as well.” Joyce said and then paused. “Isn’t it getting a bit warm here?”
Richard looked around. “Yeah. They probably let too many people in. It gets stuffy around peak hour.” He turned back to Joyce and continued, “Come on, let’s go somewhere else to get some air.”
Without waiting for a reply, Richard took her hand and lead her towards the exit.
Meanwhile back at the Ting household…
May pushed her hips upwards to meet her husband’s eager, excited thrusts.
“Yes Dear… Yes… I want you… I want more… Oh darling!” She moaned and cooed into his ear.
Steve grunted with strenuous effort, pushing his entire dick into his wife’s beautiful tight pussy.
“Oh May!” he moaned as he felt himself climax.
He collapsed on top of her, wheezing for breath. “Darling I love you,” he panted.
“I love you too,” she replied breathily.
Steve rolled to one side and lay facing her so they may share a kiss.
“You think we were too loud? Ken is still in the guestroom,” Steve asked.
May giggled. “If he did hear us, my sister might be in for a surprise when she comes home.”
“Speaking of Joyce…” Steve said, his voice audibly drifting off. “It’s already so late. I wonder what happened to her.”
“It’s not like her. But you know how important networking is to sales people.”
“Mmmmm…”
“Dear?”
She got a soft snore in reply. May turned her head to look at her husband with disbelief. Her entire body was still burning with desire. She felt like she could make love throughout the entire night.
She sighed with frustration. But she knew it’s not Steve’s fault. He still needed to work tomorrow and he needs his sleep. May turned away and closed her eyes. More than 15 minutes passed but she was unable to sleep. Her arousal was still there, emanating from within her body, hot as red glowing charcoals. She was even sweating a little.
“Why like this…” she murmured to herself. She had been having persistent periods of horniness for quite some time now. It has been like this ever since that night with Richard.
She tried not to think about that night. It would only make her more horny. Making sure not to wake her husband, she gently got up and went to the toilet to wash herself clean. Then she went downstairs for a glass of water. She ended up having two, but it was not cooling her down the slightest. Maybe I should take another shower, she thought. When she went back upstairs, she noticed that the guestroom door is ajar, even though the interior was dark.
Kenny must have forgotten to close his door, she presumed. Normally she would have left it at that, but the memory of her own moans during the brief lovemaking with her husband made her embarrassed and a little flustered. What if Ken heard me? She thought. So she walked up to the guest room to close the door instead.
However before she could do so she peered through the gap into the guest room. Ken was laid back on the bed with nothing but a T-shirt on. The back alley streetlight shone through the window, illuminating his tanned body. He was rather skinny, but that made his hard looking muscles more defined. Kenny was bottomless and his hand was stroking his fully erect cock, which despite his thin frame, was surprisingly generous in proportions. May found herself frozen still by the sight. Her pussy throbbed when her brain recognized what she was staring at. She didn’t know how long she stood there mesmerized by Ken’s thick penis, but when she snapped out of it, she made the mistake of pulling the door shut.
“Joyce?” she heard Ken call out. In a flash, the door was pulled open and Ken’s arm shot out and pulled her in. May found herself abruptly thrown on to the bed.
“I try to be nice Joyce,” Ken growled, his voice deep and menacing. “And this is what I get? Don’t get cocky you slut. I stop disciplining you and you immediately forget who you belong to?”
Even as her heart leapt in terror, May felt her pussy gush with fresh warm juices.
Meanwhile, at a hotel room near the Club…
The two bodies writhed against each other on the bed. Richard had Joyce locked in a deep kiss while his hands eagerly began to pull up her short black dress.
“Stop! Stop! Oh God Stop!” Joyce suddenly exclaimed.
“Come on baby, you need this.”
“No…”
“See, you’re so wet,” Richard replied, his hand rubbing her crotch over her panties.
“I said stop!” Joyce yelled. She struggled hard and pushed Richard off.
Richard was badly shocked. From the looks of it, the drug had worked perfectly. Joyce was very aroused and yet she was refusing him.
“W-what time is it? I want to go home,” she said.
She glanced around and spied her handbag on the floor, dropped there in the whirl of passion when they first stepped into the room.
“Hey come on, stay a bit.” Richard nervously tried to reason with her.
Joyce glared at him, warning him to stay away. She reached for her bag and quickly fished out her phone to check the time. There were 3 missed calls logged on screen.
“Oh no…” she whimpered fearfully. “It’s so late… I’m in deep trouble. My husband will punish me!”
Richard could hardly believe his ears. Punish? The wimp who got emasculated by the loan shark? Seriously? He tried to assure Joyce. “Baby, it’s okay,” he said. “You husband is such a pussy anyway.”
Joyce gave him a cold withering look. A shiver of fear ran up Richard’s spine. He began to realize that Joyce and her husband’s relationship dynamic is not quite like normal couples. It was obvious her husband has some sort of hold over her.
Joyce saw the large bulge in his pants and she suddenly smiled coyly as if putting two and two together. Upon seeing her smile, Richard’s hopes rose. She sashayed up to him, her hips shaking sexily. Richard sat leaning back on his elbows on the bed. Joyce bended slightly forwards and put her hand on the bulge on his pants and began to rub it, causing Richard to hiss with delight.
“Not bad,” She said coyly. “So you think you got a big cock then any woman will want to sleep with you?”
Richard was too surprised at the change in Joyce’s personality to answer her. He had the impression that she was of a more innocent breed… Like her sister May.
“That’s odd… why am I so horny?” She asked more towards herself than him. “You drugged me didn’t you?” She accused in a teasing tone of voice. “That cocktail…”
“Uhhh…” Richard replied, suddenly cotton mouthed.
“That’s pretty pathetic, boy…”
Richard felt anger welling up inside of him, but strangely, also lust. He had an urge to choke Joyce on his cock. But he thought it better to restrain himself until he knows what he is dealing with.
“That is impressive,” He told her. “You’re the first one who has ever remained in control after taking that drug.”
She stood up giving him a look of utter disgust and began to walk away.
“Hey wait!” Richard called after her. “You must be damn horny now right? I can help relieve you.”
“Don’t bother little boy,” she replied. “This little sexual high is nothing compared to what my husband can make me feel.” She paused and shuddered a little before continuing, “Just thinking about what punishment he has in store for me almost made me cum. I’ve been a very bad girl tonight.”
Joyce carried on but stopped at the door. “By the way,” she added, “where are my colleagues?”
Back again at the Ting household…
“Oh shit May!” Ken gasped when he flipped on the lights. “Oh shit! Sorry! I thought you were Joyce!”
May remained lying on the bed. Her heart was pumping wildly from the adrenaline rush triggered when Ken had so roughly tossed her on the sheets. The room reeked heavily of sex. Either Ken had masturbated a lot or he and Joyce must recently have had sex… a lot.
Ken was about to apologize again but the words got caught in his mouth. His sister-in-law’s robe had been flung apart revealing the short satin floral babydoll nightgown she wore. The hem had rode up her thighs and her pink trimmed pussy was on display. Her luscious round milky white breasts looked barely contained in the thin fabric held up only by thin, frail shoulder straps.
“May…” he murmured, gazing lustily down at her.
When May realized the state she was in, she quickly closed her legs, and tried to rise…
…only to be slowly pushed back down by Ken.
“K-Ken?” May said nervously. “P-p-please let me up.”
She gasped sharply when Ken lightly brushed his fingers up her inner thigh.
“May…” said Ken. “Does Steve satisfy you?”
“Ken stop…”
“I just can’t help overhearing when you two make love just now. It didn’t sound like you came at all.”
His touch was very slight and fleeting, stroking up and down her trembling white thigh. As if by magic, her legs parted slightly. “Oh God Ken…” May gasped. Her heart was racing with desire under his ministrations.
“Do you need more May?” He asked in a teasing voice.
May remained silent. Inside her, she was torn. She was literally trembling with need. How was that possible? This was Kenny, her sister’s husband. The one who put the entire family in such deep trouble with his gambling problem. She had loathed him to bits up till now. Why was her body responding so easily and so readily to this man?
“I can satisfy you May,” Ken added. “It’s the least I could do you know, for helping out Joyce and me.”
“I… I… can’t… Please Ken, ah…”
“Are you sure? You look like you really need it.”
“No… I can’t cheat on my husband.”
“Don’t worry… No sex, I promise. Just my hands. I’m pretty good with my fingers. Even Joyce can’t get enough of it.”
Even if she knew better, May’s guard was lowered when she heard him say ‘No Sex’. Her pussy throbbed badly with need and it was growing worse by the second, especially with his soft silky touch along her thigh, stoking her inner flame of lust.
“No sex… you promise?” she panted.
“No sex,” Ken agreed. “Unless you change your mind of course.”
“I won’t… Ah…”
Ken smirked deviously and lay down sideways beside her, his face beside hers while his hand brushed lazily up her inner thigh to her overheating cunt.
“Oh Ken….”
He allowed his hand to brush innocently against her clit once, causing her to arch off the bed and tremble as if he had delivered an electric shock. His thumb then circled teasingly around the sensitive pink nub while his finger traced the outline of her tight pink slit. With his other hand, he pushed aside the bodice of her satin nightgown to reveal the soft milky white swell of her breast with the bright pink stiff nipple which he promptly popped into his mouth and started sucking.
“Ughhh… Ah… ooooh…”
“How is it May?” Ken said between languorous teasing licks on her nipple. “Tell me what you like me to do.”
“Ken… ahhh… Ken not there.”
“Not here? Hmmm? How about here?”
He flicked his thumb twice across her clit, making her jerk with pleasure.
“OHHHHH…. Yes! There! There!”
“Here? You like that?”
“Yes! Right there! Faster Ken! More!” May replied breathily.
“How about this? Do you like it when I do this?”
He penetrated her with one finger and instinctively located the most pleasurable zones in her pussy.
“Ohhhh… Oh God! Ken! Aaaah… Right there!”
Ken smirked and continued skillfully pleasing her on and off, alternately gratifying and frustrating her.
“Ken… please no more… stop teasing me please. I need it,” May panted hoarsely.
“Tell me what you need May. Ask me properly.”
“I need to climax,” May said desperately.
“You need to ‘cum’. Beg me May. Ask my permission to let you cum.”
“Ken please… please…”
“Ask me nicely May…”
“Please Ken, please make me cum.”
Ken worked his talented fingers on her cunt and clit.
“Ahhhhh!!! Ken!!! Oh my Gawwwwwddddd…… Aaaaaaaaaa…” May squealed as her body spasmed and arched with orgasmic pleasure.
Back at the Hotel…
“Come on, let me in,” Joyce said impatiently.
She was trembling badly from the effects of the drug. Richard marveled at how she was still standing. In high heels no less. They were outside another hotel room a few doors down the room where he almost got to fuck her half an hour ago. Richard was hesitating to let Joyce in.
“Hey, we’re just trying to have a little fun you know. No harm done,” He said to her.
“What you’re doing is called rape.”
“Yeah, but the women usually enjoy it… like a lot.”
“Are you going to let me see my colleagues or not?” She asked back impatiently. “You’d better, or you’re going to regret it… like a lot.”
Richard sighed. He took the room key card out of his pocket and slotted it in and out of the door.
Joyce stepped in warily after Richard. She could immediately hear the soft moans and consecutive vigorous slick slapping of sweaty flesh on flesh. The smell of raw sex was evident just after a few steps into the room.
The room was fully lighted and there were two queen sized beds against the wall. On the one closest to her as she entered was Veronica, her boss who was on her back, with her dress around her waist and her panties and bra discarded on the floor. A young boy, who Joyce took a minute to recognize as Brandon, was on top of her, her shapely legs on his shoulders and his turgid cock plowing in and out excitedly of her tight mature pussy. Her voluptuous round breasts bounced wildly with each of his energetic thrusts and her round white butt was caked in cum spewing out off her well fucked hole. Her face was a mask of lust as she gazed up at Brandon and moaned with pleasure. Roy was sitting beside the rutting couple on the bed, slowly stroking his slick cock back to life. It appears the two had been taking turns with Veronica.
On the other bed, Dawn was on all fours, her dress pushed over her waist, lacey white panties pulled to one side, and her face buried in a pillow. Behind her, Alex was lazily pushing and withdrawing his hard giant cock in and out of her stretched pussy. Dawn was literally wailing with pleasure into the make-up stained pillow.
“Oh my God…” Joyce muttered.
“Wanna join in?” Richard asked half jokingly.
“Wanna die?”
Richard scowled. “So what happens now?”
“You boys stop or I call the police.”
“Wei… Even if we did, do you really think your colleagues want to stop?”
Joyce winced at Veronica’s and Dawn’s cries of passion.
“They too far gone already. Why don’t we just let this night play out?” Richard added.
“You boys are crazy.” Joyce said, recoiling in horror.
Richard was worried. Even if he had an uncle in the police force, he didn’t want a scandal in his hands. He had to think fast.
“Hey, you need money right?” He asked her suddenly.
“I’m not a whore.”
“No, no, of course not. But it must be hard, working up the corporate ladder from the bottom. I overheard that these two are your boss and senior colleague. You must be doing pretty well to be able to hang out with them, but even with all the ass-kissing and boot licking, I’m guessing you’re still not getting very far.”
“What are you getting at?”
“What I mean is it’s a dog eat dog world out there, especially in sales. Having something to hold over your boss and senior colleague might go a long way to boost you up the ladder.”
Joyce was appalled. “You’re evil!” She gasped.
“There is no such thing baby. There is only do or die, kill or be killed.”
Feeling sick, Joyce staggered quickly out of the room and headed for the lifts.
Daniel’s point of view:
Where is he? Where is the devil? Wait, where am I?
Before I could figure it out, i felt something cool and wet hitting my chest. What the fuck? It was water. Some of it splashed on my face and my vision cleared up considerably. There was someone before me. He was dousing me with a water hose.
“Fuck… This fucker stinks,” I heard him say.
I began to wave my hands in effort to block the stream of water.
“Hey, he’s awake!”
The water hose stopped.
I tried to get my bearings. There were walls all around me except for the front where an indian guy in clubbing outfit was standing and looking at me with amusement, hose in hand. He looked like he was in his late twenties or early thirties. Seconds later, several other faces peered in from around the door frame. I was being besieged by a gang of indian guys in a toilet cubicle.
Looking down, I realized I was only wearing my boxers.
Dear God… Is this my personal hell? To be gang raped by gay indians for all eternity? What kind of sick God would think of a judgement like this?
“Hey! Make way! Lemme see!” A familiar feminine voice called out from somewhere outside the cubicle. There was a short shuffle as someone pushed her way into the cubicle from among the indian guys.
“T-T-Tracy?” I asked out loud.
She was wearing a short, green, one-shoulder dress which had a thin loose skirt hanging down from the line above her waist. Correction. Her white stiletto heels made her almost a head taller than I remembered. It was like the indian guys had already forgotten I was there. All eyes were on Tracy’s slim white thighs, below her flimsy skirt.
“Aiyo Daniel… What happened?” She asked. “Drink too much?”
“I… I… The devil…. Hell on earth…”
The guy that was hosing me a minute ago interrupted my explanation. “Eh, who this guy? He stoned as fuck la.”
“Stoned?” Tracy asked innocently.
“Someone drug him. Probably drank a spiked drink.”
“Oh No!”
What’s with her acting all cute? I could immediately sense the lack of surprise in her face when the guy said I was drugged. Did she have something to do with it? Wait… She’s here… And Richard is here… Something is up.
I willed myself to rise from the toilet seat.
Tracy and the Indian guys just watched with raised eyebrows as I flailed and gurgled like a drooling kid with down syndrome.
“Wow, he is really fucked up,” the guy said. “I wonder what he was drugged with?” Turning to Tracy, he asked her, “So who is this joker?”
Tracy was about to answer then she stopped and glanced at me for a second. There was a spark of mischievousness in her eyes. “He’s my boyfriend,” she suddenly announced.
Wha? What the fuck is she talking about? I wanted to clarify, but gurgled incomprehensibly on saliva and vomit instead.
The silence that followed was so pervasive that I could almost hear the lyrics of the music booming outside the restroom.
“You got a boyfriend and you were flirting so hard with all of us earlier ah?” The indian guy finally said.
“Where got uncle,” Tracy replied, playing innocent. “I was just being friendly.”
“Yeah right. Damn, the way you dancing is like you trying to make us cum in our pants, girl.”
“Ahaha. I like dancing mah.”
“You like teasing older men too?”
“No la uncle. Just having fun.”
“Ei, cannot like this la little girl. You make all of us so horny already then only tell us you have a boyfriend?”
“Ahaha. I never said I didn’t have one right? Come la, let’s go get a drink. My boyfriend pay.”
The man put a hand on Tracy’s shoulder to stop her from leaving. “Eh, little girl, since we help you bring your boyfriend here and clean him up some more, how about you help us with something as well?”
“Huh?” Tracy said. “Sure uncle. How can I help?”
The indian guy immediately slid one hand between her thighs and wasted no time cupping her crotch.
“Ahhhnnn…” Tracy gave a loud sexy moan. I’m not sure that was part of the act.
“Little girl, why you so wet one huh?” The man asked with a lecherous grin.
His buddies all laughed at his words.
“Don’t uncle. I sweaty,” Tracy replied shyly.
“Oh no, no, little girl. This is not sweat,” he replied. He pulled aside the thin material of her underwear and began pushing two fingers in and out of her wet hole. “This is your body telling you that you need a man’s cock.”
“Please no uncle,” Tracy whimpered. “Ah… Uncle… Ah… Cannot. Ah…”
“Your cunny is so hot, girl… I’ve never felt a pussy heat up like this!”
“Uncle! Ooooooh… Uncle! Stop!”
“Don’t lie. Anyone can see it on your face how syok you are right now. I just felt your cunny grow wetter already.”
“Please uncle. I’ve never done it with anyone but my boyfriend.”
“But you boyfriend is out of action now. How leh?”
Tracy put on an expression of a sweet 17 year old girl torn between two momentous life decisions. It was worthy of an academy award.
The man stopped fingering her and pulled her gently out of the cubicle. The other men eagerly surrounded her. One hugged her from behind and pulled up her skirt, displaying her lacey white thong. Several whistles went up the air.
The first indian man closed in from the front and began circling her nipples with her thumb over her dress, arousing them stiff.
“Ooohh Uncle…” Tracy said in a trembling voice. She was panting very hard by now.
Another guy preemptively snuck low and began to pull her thong down her nubile pale legs.
“Whoa bro. She’s really soaked,” the guy said upon peeling off Tracy’s sexy underwear.
“Told you so. This bitch needs cock bad,” the first guy said. “Isn’t that right little girl?”
“Please…” Tracy said. “My boyfriend is right there.”
“Don’t worry. He’s high. He doesn’t know what is going on around him.”
The hell I don’t. I just have trouble moving. Was I fed some kind of muscle relaxant? Not that I care about Tracy anyway. Let that slut get banged. That was probably her goal in the first place. But why the hell do I have to be here? Worse yet, why let them think I’m her boyfriend? The smug looks the indian guys are throwing my way are really pissing me off.
“I can’t tahan man,” another guy said. “Look at that smooth bald pussy. Come on, let’s fuck her.”
“Hey, I did all the talking, so me first,” said the first guy. “Lay her down.”
“Fuck no. You always cum so much and you’ll make her loose. How we suppose to fuck her after that?”
“Hey if you don’t want then go find another chinese chick outside.”
Three guys lowered Tracy to the floor. One held her hands, pinning it above her head while another two held her shapely white legs apart and slightly raised. The first indian got busy dropping his pants.
I could immediately see the disappointment in Tracy’s eyes. The guy’s black cock was big I guess. Bigger than mine certainly, but was a pale comparison to Richard.
Tracy swallowed her disappointment and resumed her innocent schoolgirl roleplay. “Uncle… W-w-what’s that?”
“That is a man’s cock little girl. It will make you into a woman.”
“It’s too big Uncle. Please don’t! I scared pain!”
I could see the man’s nostrils flare up in pride. He was quite good looking, if you ignore the tell tale signs of a pronouncing beer gut . He probably got complimented on his cock a lot. The man turned his head at me for a second and sneered derisively.
Bastard…
“Don’t worry little girl. Shhh… You will learn to love it,” he said excitedly as he moved into position above Tracy.
He rubbed his dark reddish cockhead up and down her quivering slit before slowly but surely sinking it into her hot pussy.
“Oh my God! Little Giiiiiiiirrrrllll!
“Uncle! Oh… Oooh… OHHHHH!”
And so begins my pseudo-cuckolding.