The max the three of us managed to finish was 3 rounds of food and there was more than half the food remaining.
The Moscato was also long gone, and Shirlyn had brought out more alcohol. I wisely steered clear of consuming more, in case I really needed to drive home to avoid suspicion.
I was somewhat surprised that Shirlyn could hold her liquor so well, given the amount she had consumed, yet Rebecca was already pretty drunk, talking and laughing loudly, mostly incoherently. I wondered when the neighbours would call the police to file a noise complaint.
Nearing 11pm it seemed like Rebecca was almost out of it. She had toned down considerably and was just staring into space.
S: How are you going home?
R: Huh?
S: Home. Sleep. Bye.
R: I’m horny.
S: What?
She passed Shirlyn her phone.
R: Help me Whatsapp this guy named Mike.
S: That’s not your husband.
R: How did you know- Oh wait. You’re the HR Manager! Of course you know! Hahahahahaha.
Yup she was definitely drunk.
S: Message him and say what?
R: I want his cock. Now. Ask him to pick me.
S: Err…
R: Aiyah. Just read the previous texts la. You’ll know what to say.
Shirlyn’s eyes widened as she read through the texts.
R: You never had fuck buddies before meh?
S: No.
R: You want or not. I intro you.
S: No thanks.
Rebecca turned to me.
R: One time offer. I teach you how to pleasure a woman. Yes or no?
Me: No.
R: Your loss. Help me text my ride. Thanks.
Shirlyn shrugged and sent the text. Rebecca went back to stoning.
Half an hour later her phone rang and we helped her out to the road where a sports car was waiting.
We loaded Rebecca with great difficulty into the car, and her fantastic fuck buddy didn’t even bother to come out to help. He didn’t even say thanks or bye so we just went back to the house.
I started to pack up the leftover food.
S: My fridge doesn’t have enough space.
Me: You want to throw it away?
S: Seems like a waste.
Me: Should I continue BBQing?
S: I can’t eat anymore.
Me: Invite some others to come and eat?
S: Aren’t you tired? And going to sleep on the “sofa”?
Me: I can cook all night.
S: Ya right.
Me: So do I keep the food or…
S: I’ll try to squeeze it in somehow. Maybe can have another BBQ tomorrow.
Me: Ok.
After clearing and cleaning up, I half-considered heading back home. I went to a corner of the garden and lit a stick. Shirlyn came up to me.
S: You already smell so smokey.
Me: I’ll shower and brush my teeth. But I don’t have a toothbrush.
S: There’s probably spares in the storeroom somewhere.
Me: Ok.
I finished up my stick and we headed back into the house, Shirlyn locked the door and went to the storeroom to try to find a toothbrush for me.
I went straight to her room and stripped, before stepping into the shower. She joined me soon after. We seemed to be moving pretty fast from colleagues to whatever we were right now.
I started soaping her body, paying special attention to her breasts. She seemed to like being touched there as she squirmed as I massaged them.
She started kissing me under the shower and stroking my cock. I slid it between her legs and thrusted, rubbing my rod against her clit.
S: Please… put it in…
I turned her around and slid it in. I wasn’t sure if it was the soap, or if she was really wet but I entered without issues. As usual, I went as deep as possible.
After an eternity of thrusting, and feeling her contract and tremble. She stopped me.
S: Why aren’t you cumming? Am I loose?
Me: No. You’re pretty tight.
S: Then why won’t you cum?
I rubbed her clit.
Me: Because I want to torture you.
S: Why?
Me: I don’t know. Just feel like it.
S: Do you really get pleasure from this?
Me: Yes.
S: You get pleasure from pleasuring me?
Me: Something like that.
S: Can you fuck me the same way as you did this afternoon? That funny position.
Me: You sure you can take it?
S: No… but I really like it…
Me: Ok then.
We washed off the soap and dried ourselves, she wrapped a towel around her head as her hair was still wet.
She lay down on the bed and I started to work on her with my mouth and fingers but she pulled me up.
S: Your cock please.
Me: What? No foreplay?
She practically got into the position and guided me in. A soft moan escaped her lips as I slid in all the way.
S: Fuck me until you cum.
Me: You mean until you cum?
S: No. I want you to cum.
Me: I’ll have to go harder and faster.
She nodded.
S: Just do it.
I started off slowly, then increased the pace gradually. I don’t know what was so special about this position, but it was driving her crazy. I had used it before with all my other partners, but somehow Shirlyn was the most responsive. She had to bury her face in the pillow to muffle her screams. As usual, I felt her contractions. This time they were really intense that it was affecting me too.
S: Don’t stop.
I didn’t, and I felt the familiar feeling.
Me: I’m cumming.
Shirlyn threw the pillow aside and pulled me towards her, kissing me. She somehow managed to wrap her legs around my back as I thrust deep into her.
Me: Erm. I’m cumming.
She was already nearly out of breath but I heard her whisper.
S: Inside.
I didn’t think it was such a good idea, but she had me trapped in her leg-lock like she was some MMA fighter.
I unloaded inside. With each shot, she trembled and moaned. I didn’t realise I had so much in me but as I deflated and pulled out, a copious amount of semen flowed out and she had to catch it with her hand to prevent staining the bed. I looked around for tissues and found them on the study table.
S: That’s a lot.
Me: I thought you didn’t want me to cum inside?
S: Changed my mind. I can feel each time you ejaculate and it hits me. It’s… amazing.
Me: Erm. Ok…
S: I’ll get the morning after pill.
We showered again and then fell asleep together. Shirlyn was curled up against my chest.
I wasn’t sure what this meant to her, but I was sure what it meant to me. I was just a fuck buddy. And it was probably better if it stayed that way.
Guess I probably should clarify things with her.
The max the three of us managed to finish was 3 rounds of food and there was more than half the food remaining.
The Moscato was also long gone, and Shirlyn had brought out more alcohol. I wisely steered clear of consuming more, in case I really needed to drive home to avoid suspicion.
I was somewhat surprised that Shirlyn could hold her liquor so well, given the amount she had consumed, yet Rebecca was already pretty drunk, talking and laughing loudly, mostly incoherently. I wondered when the neighbours would call the police to file a noise complaint.
Nearing 11pm it seemed like Rebecca was almost out of it. She had toned down considerably and was just staring into space.
S: How are you going home?
R: Huh?
S: Home. Sleep. Bye.
R: I’m horny.
S: What?
She passed Shirlyn her phone.
R: Help me Whatsapp this guy named Mike.
S: That’s not your husband.
R: How did you know- Oh wait. You’re the HR Manager! Of course you know! Hahahahahaha.
Yup she was definitely drunk.
S: Message him and say what?
R: I want his cock. Now. Ask him to pick me.
S: Err…
R: Aiyah. Just read the previous texts la. You’ll know what to say.
Shirlyn’s eyes widened as she read through the texts.
R: You never had fuck buddies before meh?
S: No.
R: You want or not. I intro you.
S: No thanks.
Rebecca turned to me.
R: One time offer. I teach you how to pleasure a woman. Yes or no?
Me: No.
R: Your loss. Help me text my ride. Thanks.
Shirlyn shrugged and sent the text. Rebecca went back to stoning.
Half an hour later her phone rang and we helped her out to the road where a sports car was waiting.
We loaded Rebecca with great difficulty into the car, and her fantastic fuck buddy didn’t even bother to come out to help. He didn’t even say thanks or bye so we just went back to the house.
I started to pack up the leftover food.
S: My fridge doesn’t have enough space.
Me: You want to throw it away?
S: Seems like a waste.
Me: Should I continue BBQing?
S: I can’t eat anymore.
Me: Invite some others to come and eat?
S: Aren’t you tired? And going to sleep on the “sofa”?
Me: I can cook all night.
S: Ya right.
Me: So do I keep the food or…
S: I’ll try to squeeze it in somehow. Maybe can have another BBQ tomorrow.
Me: Ok.
After clearing and cleaning up, I half-considered heading back home. I went to a corner of the garden and lit a stick. Shirlyn came up to me.
S: You already smell so smokey.
Me: I’ll shower and brush my teeth. But I don’t have a toothbrush.
S: There’s probably spares in the storeroom somewhere.
Me: Ok.
I finished up my stick and we headed back into the house, Shirlyn locked the door and went to the storeroom to try to find a toothbrush for me.
I went straight to her room and stripped, before stepping into the shower. She joined me soon after. We seemed to be moving pretty fast from colleagues to whatever we were right now.
I started soaping her body, paying special attention to her breasts. She seemed to like being touched there as she squirmed as I massaged them.
She started kissing me under the shower and stroking my cock. I slid it between her legs and thrusted, rubbing my rod against her clit.
S: Please… put it in…
I turned her around and slid it in. I wasn’t sure if it was the soap, or if she was really wet but I entered without issues. As usual, I went as deep as possible.
After an eternity of thrusting, and feeling her contract and tremble. She stopped me.
S: Why aren’t you cumming? Am I loose?
Me: No. You’re pretty tight.
S: Then why won’t you cum?
I rubbed her clit.
Me: Because I want to torture you.
S: Why?
Me: I don’t know. Just feel like it.
S: Do you really get pleasure from this?
Me: Yes.
S: You get pleasure from pleasuring me?
Me: Something like that.
S: Can you fuck me the same way as you did this afternoon? That funny position.
Me: You sure you can take it?
S: No… but I really like it…
Me: Ok then.
We washed off the soap and dried ourselves, she wrapped a towel around her head as her hair was still wet.
She lay down on the bed and I started to work on her with my mouth and fingers but she pulled me up.
S: Your cock please.
Me: What? No foreplay?
She practically got into the position and guided me in. A soft moan escaped her lips as I slid in all the way.
S: Fuck me until you cum.
Me: You mean until you cum?
S: No. I want you to cum.
Me: I’ll have to go harder and faster.
She nodded.
S: Just do it.
I started off slowly, then increased the pace gradually. I don’t know what was so special about this position, but it was driving her crazy. I had used it before with all my other partners, but somehow Shirlyn was the most responsive. She had to bury her face in the pillow to muffle her screams. As usual, I felt her contractions. This time they were really intense that it was affecting me too.
S: Don’t stop.
I didn’t, and I felt the familiar feeling.
Me: I’m cumming.
Shirlyn threw the pillow aside and pulled me towards her, kissing me. She somehow managed to wrap her legs around my back as I thrust deep into her.
Me: Erm. I’m cumming.
She was already nearly out of breath but I heard her whisper.
S: Inside.
I didn’t think it was such a good idea, but she had me trapped in her leg-lock like she was some MMA fighter.
I unloaded inside. With each shot, she trembled and moaned. I didn’t realise I had so much in me but as I deflated and pulled out, a copious amount of semen flowed out and she had to catch it with her hand to prevent staining the bed. I looked around for tissues and found them on the study table.
S: That’s a lot.
Me: I thought you didn’t want me to cum inside?
S: Changed my mind. I can feel each time you ejaculate and it hits me. It’s… amazing.
Me: Erm. Ok…
S: I’ll get the morning after pill.
We showered again and then fell asleep together. Shirlyn was curled up against my chest.
I wasn’t sure what this meant to her, but I was sure what it meant to me. I was just a fuck buddy. And it was probably better if it stayed that way.
Guess I probably should clarify things with her.
I awoke the next morning to Shirlyn’s lips around my dickhead. I gotta admit it was a little weird getting morning head from your manager.
I wasn’t really feeling up for it for it pulled her up and hugged her instead.
S: My blowjobs suck right?
Me: No…
S: Then why did you stop me?
Me: I don’t want it?
S: Because it sucks?
Me: I didn’t expect your self esteem to be this low.
S: I’ve always been like this. Just that I hide it better. I’m not like Rebecca, she’s got the body, the looks, and she knows how to flirt with guys.
Me: Why do you feel the need to pleasure me?
S: I don’t know. I’ve been starved for so long. Maybe I just want to pleasure someone who wants to fuck me?
Me: You can just ask, you know. Don’t need to give me a blowjob just to get me to fuck you.
S: You’re a really weird guy.
Me: I guess I am.
S: It was so hard getting my ex to have sex.
Me: I thought you had a threesome.
S: That was a rare, once-off thing. And I think his friend was more into it then he was.
Me: Let me guess, you broke up shortly after?
S: Yeah. He said he couldn’t be with me any more after someone else had slept with me. Even if it was his best friend.
Me: Who initiated the threesome?
S: He did.
Me: That’s so sus. Seems like an excuse to break up.
S: I’m sure he enjoyed sex with me, but maybe he was getting bored. All I have are boobs. And even you don’t really seem to like them much.
I cupped one and squeezed gently, my thumb and index finger tuning her nipple, getting it hard. She gasped.
Me: Like you said, I’m not really a boobs guy.
S: Why not? Isn’t it the first thing a guy notices?
I slid down and took her breast into my mouth, twirling my tongue around her hardened nipple, feeding like a baby. My hand snaked down her body and between her legs, nearly getting caught in the hairy bush, but finding its way to her lower lips. I slid a finger in, she was already wet. My thumb probed around her clit, rubbing it from side to side.
S: Argh. I want you to fuck me.
I stopped suckling.
Me: Can you just enjoy what I’m doing?
S: I was so horny before, I thought sleeping with you would make me less horny, but you’re making me even more horny.
Me: Does this mean you want to continue sleeping with me?
S: It’s not a good thing. I’m your manager.
Me: So you cannot separate work from personal life?
S: It’s not that. What if I get so horny in the office and I want to fuck you?
Me: I guess that’s why you have an office?
S: You’re crazy.
Me: Well, you started this yesterday.
S: Maybe we should end it today for now and see how things go?
Me: Ok.
S: After you fuck me.
Me: I don’t want to.
S: Why…
Me: I don’t need to use my dick to pleasure you.
I slid down between her legs, spreading them and went to work. She grabbed my head and ruffled my hair.
S: You’re the first guy I met who didn’t mind a jungle.
Me: Most guys have lived in the jungle for at least 7 days at one point of time in their lives.
It was lame. I know.
S: What?
Me: When we go outfield in the Army.
S: Huh? That’s lame. There’s no link- OH MY GOD!
I took her clit into my mouth and sucked, running my tongue along it, while one finger, then two, slowly stroked her insides.
One good thing about Shirlyn was that she came really easily, and it wasn’t long before I felt her contracting on my fingers, her lower half trembling.
S: You’re faster than my fingers.
Me: I’ve had a lot of practice.
S: Are you seeing anyone right now?
Me: You mean dating or for sex?
S: Both?
Me: I’m not dating anyone. But I’ve got an occasional fuck buddy I guess.
S: Oh. Well yeah. I guess that makes sense.
Me: What does?
S: I didn’t expect you to be some good monogamous, Catholic boy.
Me: Can you not read so much into my P-File?
S: I wish I could write “Great for orgasms” in your P-File.
Me: Haha. You know everyone reacts differently right? Maybe I just know how to identify what you like.
S: Maybe.
I went back up to kiss her, but she stopped me.
S: Maybe we shouldn’t kiss. I don’t want to fall for you.
Me: Oh.
S: I can’t explain it, but kissing to me is very… emotional?
Me: I’m cool with that. So I’m guessing sex for your is more about satisfying a physical need?
S: Yes.
She flipped me over and got on top of me.
S: Now lie down and let me practice my blowjobs.
I complied obediently.
I awoke the next morning to Shirlyn’s lips around my dickhead. I gotta admit it was a little weird getting morning head from your manager.
I wasn’t really feeling up for it for it pulled her up and hugged her instead.
S: My blowjobs suck right?
Me: No…
S: Then why did you stop me?
Me: I don’t want it?
S: Because it sucks?
Me: I didn’t expect your self esteem to be this low.
S: I’ve always been like this. Just that I hide it better. I’m not like Rebecca, she’s got the body, the looks, and she knows how to flirt with guys.
Me: Why do you feel the need to pleasure me?
S: I don’t know. I’ve been starved for so long. Maybe I just want to pleasure someone who wants to fuck me?
Me: You can just ask, you know. Don’t need to give me a blowjob just to get me to fuck you.
S: You’re a really weird guy.
Me: I guess I am.
S: It was so hard getting my ex to have sex.
Me: I thought you had a threesome.
S: That was a rare, once-off thing. And I think his friend was more into it then he was.
Me: Let me guess, you broke up shortly after?
S: Yeah. He said he couldn’t be with me any more after someone else had slept with me. Even if it was his best friend.
Me: Who initiated the threesome?
S: He did.
Me: That’s so sus. Seems like an excuse to break up.
S: I’m sure he enjoyed sex with me, but maybe he was getting bored. All I have are boobs. And even you don’t really seem to like them much.
I cupped one and squeezed gently, my thumb and index finger tuning her nipple, getting it hard. She gasped.
Me: Like you said, I’m not really a boobs guy.
S: Why not? Isn’t it the first thing a guy notices?
I slid down and took her breast into my mouth, twirling my tongue around her hardened nipple, feeding like a baby. My hand snaked down her body and between her legs, nearly getting caught in the hairy bush, but finding its way to her lower lips. I slid a finger in, she was already wet. My thumb probed around her clit, rubbing it from side to side.
S: Argh. I want you to fuck me.
I stopped suckling.
Me: Can you just enjoy what I’m doing?
S: I was so horny before, I thought sleeping with you would make me less horny, but you’re making me even more horny.
Me: Does this mean you want to continue sleeping with me?
S: It’s not a good thing. I’m your manager.
Me: So you cannot separate work from personal life?
S: It’s not that. What if I get so horny in the office and I want to fuck you?
Me: I guess that’s why you have an office?
S: You’re crazy.
Me: Well, you started this yesterday.
S: Maybe we should end it today for now and see how things go?
Me: Ok.
S: After you fuck me.
Me: I don’t want to.
S: Why…
Me: I don’t need to use my dick to pleasure you.
I slid down between her legs, spreading them and went to work. She grabbed my head and ruffled my hair.
S: You’re the first guy I met who didn’t mind a jungle.
Me: Most guys have lived in the jungle for at least 7 days at one point of time in their lives.
It was lame. I know.
S: What?
Me: When we go outfield in the Army.
S: Huh? That’s lame. There’s no link- OH MY GOD!
I took her clit into my mouth and sucked, running my tongue along it, while one finger, then two, slowly stroked her insides.
One good thing about Shirlyn was that she came really easily, and it wasn’t long before I felt her contracting on my fingers, her lower half trembling.
S: You’re faster than my fingers.
Me: I’ve had a lot of practice.
S: Are you seeing anyone right now?
Me: You mean dating or for sex?
S: Both?
Me: I’m not dating anyone. But I’ve got an occasional fuck buddy I guess.
S: Oh. Well yeah. I guess that makes sense.
Me: What does?
S: I didn’t expect you to be some good monogamous, Catholic boy.
Me: Can you not read so much into my P-File?
S: I wish I could write “Great for orgasms” in your P-File.
Me: Haha. You know everyone reacts differently right? Maybe I just know how to identify what you like.
S: Maybe.
I went back up to kiss her, but she stopped me.
S: Maybe we shouldn’t kiss. I don’t want to fall for you.
Me: Oh.
S: I can’t explain it, but kissing to me is very… emotional?
Me: I’m cool with that. So I’m guessing sex for your is more about satisfying a physical need?
S: Yes.
She flipped me over and got on top of me.
S: Now lie down and let me practice my blowjobs.
I complied obediently.
Shirlyn really tried her best with her blowjob, but she couldn’t make me cum. I could tell she was rather disappointed. She really wanted to make me feel good, but no matter how I tried to tell her that I did feel good, her mindset was fixed that only ejaculation would make a guy feel good. And since she couldn’t make me ejaculate with her mouth or hands, she wasn’t doing a good job.
For someone that young, with that much drive and passion in her career, coupled with relative success as well, it was a little disheartening to see her seemingly so affected by something so V in the big picture.
After probably 30 minutes or so, I guess her jaw was aching so she finally gave up. She straddled me and rubbed her pussy lips with my dickhead.
S: You mind?
Me: Go ahead.
She slid me in and started to grind. I reached up to fondle her breasts. Gravity really gave them more volume. But the rest of her was so slim and petite that such a large chest probably gave her horrendous backaches.
She continued riding me while I massaged her breasts. Every now and then she bent down as if to kiss me, but stopped herself, probably remembering her own rules and decision to not get too emotionally involved in this, eventually deciding to bury her head in my shoulder while using my cock.
Me: Do you want me to fuck you in your favourite position?
S: Yes please.
We rolled over again and I proceeded to fuck her brains out just the way she liked it, while rubbing her clit at the same time. A couple of orgasms later, I felt the urge to cum and informed her.
S: Can I use my mouth to help you cum?
Me: Ok
I pulled out and moved towards her face, desperately trying to hold it in. The second she wrapped her lips around it and twirled her tongue around a couple of times, I unloaded into her.
Due to the previous exertions, I probably had 1.5 shots left but she didn’t let me go, instead pulling me deeper in, sucking hard. She wanted to suck me dry, which was definitely going to be tough since I was already out of ammunition. But it was really sensitive and each twirl of her tongue sent jolts of electricity throughout my body.
Me: Ok ok! There’s nothing left!
She grabbed my ass and forced me into a deepthroat. I felt the tingling sensation in my feet that moved upwards to my calves and thighs. I was cramping up. She finally released me.
I wanted to get tissues for her to spit it out but I heard a gulp. She swallowed.
S: Urgh. You need to smoke less. It’s damn bitter.
I just lay on the bed while trying to stretch my legs.
S: What’s wrong?
Me: Cramping.
S: Oh. The tingling sensation?
Me: Yeah.
S: I got that too when you fucked me. Couldn’t move after that.
She started squeezing my legs, as though trying to give me a massage. Before lying on my chest again.
S: How long do you think we’ll last?
Me: This arrangement?
S: Yeah.
Me: It’s only day 2. How much sex do you want?
S: Can we do it at least weekly?
Me: Sure. That can be arranged.
S: But we can’t come to my place. What about yours?
Me: Not really convenient.
S: Hotel? Just not Kovan.
Me: Ok. I guess we can go to other Hotel 81s.
S: Where’s the nearest from the office?
Me: Probably Chinatown.
S: Ok. That sounds good.
Me: What do you want to do with the food?
S: Shall we have BBQ for lunch?
Me: I don’t mind.
S: Ok. But you have no more clothes to wear.
Me: I can be the Naked Chef.
S: You might accidentally bbq your hot dog.
We went to shower and set up for another BBQ later on. She passed me a singlet from her brother’s cupboard to wear. It was an army PT singlet and hilariously the insignia was the same as mine. I certainly hope I did not know him personally.
After finishing up a bit more of the food, she decided to throw the rest away and I helped her to clean up before heading home.
Felicia texted around evening time and asked if I wanted a quickie or something but I was a little too drained to entertain her so I declined and went to bed instead. Luckily I had the entire Sunday to rest before going back to work on Monday.
Shirlyn didn’t text me at all the entire Sunday. In fact, nobody did.
I scrolled through my phone to check out the new year greetings and as expected, I didn’t get any from Ann or Jasmine. Even Alicia only sent a rather delayed one on Sunday. I tried to continue chatting with her to see how everything was but she didn’t reply so I left it at that.
Monday was a weird day to say the least. Shirlyn didn’t say much to me, other than for work stuff. Rebecca wasn’t around as she was working from home. Our schedules had to be alternate. I guess Shirlyn was busy planning the schedule for the month based on the prevailing guidelines.
Around lunch time, she sent us the roster.
I would be in the office daily on alternate weeks, while Rebecca covered the other week. As for herself, she would be with me on Mondays, Wednesdays and Friday, and with Rebecca on Tuesdays and Thursdays subsequently.
I wondered how our secret arrangement would work out anyway.
In any case, the entire week passed. And another (in real time, it’s this week). She didn’t talk to me other than for work issues.
I couldn’t take it anymore and decided to ask her what was going on. I headed back to the office on Thursday evening, just before she knocked off and dropped her a text.
Me: Can we talk?
S: Regarding?
Me: Us?
S: Ok. When?
Me: I’m in the car park. 5th floor.
S: Ok. I’ll see you there.
She took around 10 minutes to reach the car.
S: Yes?
Me: Erm. What happened over New Year.
S: What about it.
Me: What’s going on? You’ve been ignoring me for nearly 2 weeks.
S: Sorry. I can’t do it.
Me: Why?
S: It was a mistake. I let my urges take over and did things to you I really shouldn’t have. Especially since I’m your manager.
Suddenly she started to cry. I grabbed some tissues and handed them to her.
Me: Hey… it’s ok.. you didn’t do anything I didn’t want to.
S: No. I really shouldn’t have. It wasn’t right. Especially since you admitted to being with Jasmine. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was being very unprofessional.
Me: Really it’s fine.
S: No it’s not. Rebecca called me after you left and tried to fish for information. I didn’t say anything, but after we hung up I thought about it for a long time.
Me: And the conclusion?
S: I took advantage of you for my own selfish needs, when you’re vulnerable. I’m ashamed of myself.
Me: Does this have anything to do with you thinking I’m not enjoying it because you can’t make me cum?
S: A little bit. But my mind is made up. I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m sorry.
Me: I still don’t know why you’re apologizing.
S: Can we just be colleagues and friends?
Me: Yeah. I’m good with that.
S: Thank you Mark.
She cupped my face and pulled me towards her, kissing me on my lips. Then she stepped out of the car and left.
Shirlyn really tried her best with her blowjob, but she couldn’t make me cum. I could tell she was rather disappointed. She really wanted to make me feel good, but no matter how I tried to tell her that I did feel good, her mindset was fixed that only ejaculation would make a guy feel good. And since she couldn’t make me ejaculate with her mouth or hands, she wasn’t doing a good job.
For someone that young, with that much drive and passion in her career, coupled with relative success as well, it was a little disheartening to see her seemingly so affected by something so V in the big picture.
After probably 30 minutes or so, I guess her jaw was aching so she finally gave up. She straddled me and rubbed her pussy lips with my dickhead.
S: You mind?
Me: Go ahead.
She slid me in and started to grind. I reached up to fondle her breasts. Gravity really gave them more volume. But the rest of her was so slim and petite that such a large chest probably gave her horrendous backaches.
She continued riding me while I massaged her breasts. Every now and then she bent down as if to kiss me, but stopped herself, probably remembering her own rules and decision to not get too emotionally involved in this, eventually deciding to bury her head in my shoulder while using my cock.
Me: Do you want me to fuck you in your favourite position?
S: Yes please.
We rolled over again and I proceeded to fuck her brains out just the way she liked it, while rubbing her clit at the same time. A couple of orgasms later, I felt the urge to cum and informed her.
S: Can I use my mouth to help you cum?
Me: Ok
I pulled out and moved towards her face, desperately trying to hold it in. The second she wrapped her lips around it and twirled her tongue around a couple of times, I unloaded into her.
Due to the previous exertions, I probably had 1.5 shots left but she didn’t let me go, instead pulling me deeper in, sucking hard. She wanted to suck me dry, which was definitely going to be tough since I was already out of ammunition. But it was really sensitive and each twirl of her tongue sent jolts of electricity throughout my body.
Me: Ok ok! There’s nothing left!
She grabbed my ass and forced me into a deepthroat. I felt the tingling sensation in my feet that moved upwards to my calves and thighs. I was cramping up. She finally released me.
I wanted to get tissues for her to spit it out but I heard a gulp. She swallowed.
S: Urgh. You need to smoke less. It’s damn bitter.
I just lay on the bed while trying to stretch my legs.
S: What’s wrong?
Me: Cramping.
S: Oh. The tingling sensation?
Me: Yeah.
S: I got that too when you fucked me. Couldn’t move after that.
She started squeezing my legs, as though trying to give me a massage. Before lying on my chest again.
S: How long do you think we’ll last?
Me: This arrangement?
S: Yeah.
Me: It’s only day 2. How much sex do you want?
S: Can we do it at least weekly?
Me: Sure. That can be arranged.
S: But we can’t come to my place. What about yours?
Me: Not really convenient.
S: Hotel? Just not Kovan.
Me: Ok. I guess we can go to other Hotel 81s.
S: Where’s the nearest from the office?
Me: Probably Chinatown.
S: Ok. That sounds good.
Me: What do you want to do with the food?
S: Shall we have BBQ for lunch?
Me: I don’t mind.
S: Ok. But you have no more clothes to wear.
Me: I can be the Naked Chef.
S: You might accidentally bbq your hot dog.
We went to shower and set up for another BBQ later on. She passed me a singlet from her brother’s cupboard to wear. It was an army PT singlet and hilariously the insignia was the same as mine. I certainly hope I did not know him personally.
After finishing up a bit more of the food, she decided to throw the rest away and I helped her to clean up before heading home.
Felicia texted around evening time and asked if I wanted a quickie or something but I was a little too drained to entertain her so I declined and went to bed instead. Luckily I had the entire Sunday to rest before going back to work on Monday.
Shirlyn didn’t text me at all the entire Sunday. In fact, nobody did.
I scrolled through my phone to check out the new year greetings and as expected, I didn’t get any from Ann or Jasmine. Even Alicia only sent a rather delayed one on Sunday. I tried to continue chatting with her to see how everything was but she didn’t reply so I left it at that.
Monday was a weird day to say the least. Shirlyn didn’t say much to me, other than for work stuff. Rebecca wasn’t around as she was working from home. Our schedules had to be alternate. I guess Shirlyn was busy planning the schedule for the month based on the prevailing guidelines.
Around lunch time, she sent us the roster.
I would be in the office daily on alternate weeks, while Rebecca covered the other week. As for herself, she would be with me on Mondays, Wednesdays and Friday, and with Rebecca on Tuesdays and Thursdays subsequently.
I wondered how our secret arrangement would work out anyway.
In any case, the entire week passed. And another (in real time, it’s this week). She didn’t talk to me other than for work issues.
I couldn’t take it anymore and decided to ask her what was going on. I headed back to the office on Thursday evening, just before she knocked off and dropped her a text.
Me: Can we talk?
S: Regarding?
Me: Us?
S: Ok. When?
Me: I’m in the car park. 5th floor.
S: Ok. I’ll see you there.
She took around 10 minutes to reach the car.
S: Yes?
Me: Erm. What happened over New Year.
S: What about it.
Me: What’s going on? You’ve been ignoring me for nearly 2 weeks.
S: Sorry. I can’t do it.
Me: Why?
S: It was a mistake. I let my urges take over and did things to you I really shouldn’t have. Especially since I’m your manager.
Suddenly she started to cry. I grabbed some tissues and handed them to her.
Me: Hey… it’s ok.. you didn’t do anything I didn’t want to.
S: No. I really shouldn’t have. It wasn’t right. Especially since you admitted to being with Jasmine. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was being very unprofessional.
Me: Really it’s fine.
S: No it’s not. Rebecca called me after you left and tried to fish for information. I didn’t say anything, but after we hung up I thought about it for a long time.
Me: And the conclusion?
S: I took advantage of you for my own selfish needs, when you’re vulnerable. I’m ashamed of myself.
Me: Does this have anything to do with you thinking I’m not enjoying it because you can’t make me cum?
S: A little bit. But my mind is made up. I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m sorry.
Me: I still don’t know why you’re apologizing.
S: Can we just be colleagues and friends?
Me: Yeah. I’m good with that.
S: Thank you Mark.
She cupped my face and pulled me towards her, kissing me on my lips. Then she stepped out of the car and left.
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Originally Posted by
sexcision
She kissed you on the lips… I smell complications hur Hur, you are a chick magnet bro shrouded. But shriley is single. So I guess she will be less complicated compared to the rest.
That’s a complication I’d rather not deal with.
What if Jasmine comes back?
Or Ann?
The bigger concern is I never asked her if she did get the morning after pill. And she never said anything.
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Originally Posted by
sexcision
She kissed you on the lips… I smell complications hur Hur, you are a chick magnet bro shrouded. But shriley is single. So I guess she will be less complicated compared to the rest.
That’s a complication I’d rather not deal with.
What if Jasmine comes back?
Or Ann?
The bigger concern is I never asked her if she did get the morning after pill. And she never said anything.
Working from home really sucks.
I don’t know why but I absolutely cannot stand working from home.
There’s too many distractions. And of course having to wake up and get dressed just for a morning meeting before everyone just goes and does their own thing.
Part of my job requires me to be onsite to deal with issues onsite. And yet when I work from home, I still have to deal with those issues so the only logical way is to do video calls, which means I have to get dressed as I’m usually indecent at home. I mean seriously who wears t-shirts at home with our weather?
But that aside, it’s extremely difficult and near impossible explaining troubleshooting steps to end-users who aren’t familiar with the technical terms. You have to use layman terms and even then, it doesn’t get translated properly. Something that probably takes ten minutes to solve onsite can drag for an hour or so remotely.
And why am I ranting? I don’t know.
Perhaps I have nothing much to do ever since the bombshell of yesterday dropped.
I wasn’t expecting anything prior to the events leading to the storeroom escapade. There were no signs. Shirlyn never really flirted or expressed any interest. And yet in those 2 days I had more sex with her than in the 2 weeks prior just meeting Felicia occasionally.
I was ok with just being a fuck buddy to her, maybe the occasional meal, movie, or whatever. But somehow, I think I triggered something inside her.
She was clear about not wanting to kiss as I suppose it builds the emotional connection much faster, and yet the last thing she did was to kiss me.
I’m probably just confused, but I’m pretty sure she developed feelings for me somehow, and she didn’t like it.
I didn’t mention that I was waiting for Jasmine to come back to me, but I guess she more or less could tell what I was really yearning for, and perhaps didn’t want to be a complication should Jasmine return.
I also have no idea if Helen knew about my relationship with Ann, and if she told Shirlyn anything about it, but I can’t rule out that possibility.
They say you shouldn’t eat where you shit (i.e. office liaisons), but I didn’t think it was going to affect me much. After all, Jasmine and I did supposedly manage it pretty well until the end anyway. But I could feel with Shirlyn it wasn’t going to be the case. The first week I was onsite was normal, but awkward. But then again, I don’t know what I was expecting. Work was normal, but we never talked about us, or what we planned to do.
What made matters worse was that Shirlyn intended to let Rebecca take over my weekly counselling sessions. But because our work shifts were different, it would be done over Zoom. Something which Rebecca didn’t want. She said either I go over to the office when she’s there or vice versa. To which Shirlyn said she would think about it.
I really didn’t want solo sessions with Rebecca as I knew she was someone I wouldn’t want to open up to, or even be truthful with. Which would mean the sessions would be a complete waste of time.
But here I am ranting again.
So sorry to have disappointed my readers as when I started writing again, I genuinely thought I would have something to write about. Unfortunately, for the foreseeable future, there’s nothing to look forward to. Except quickies with Felicia which I think nobody wants to read about.
So I guess Shirlyn was really just a once off thing.
I don’t know what I triggered in her that caused her to act and react that way, but perhaps all the harmless flirting really wasn’t harmless after all.
But the ending was really confusing. We started off by kissing, something which according to her, was very emotional, and we decided not to kiss anymore. And yet when she left the car on Thursday, she kissed me. Somehow I could feel the emotions in that kiss. Had she fallen for me already? Or was she just another one who wanted sex, then realised that maybe she couldn’t handle everything else that came with it. Work on alternate Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays was definitely going to be pretty awkward from now on.
In any case, instead of moping around the house on Saturday, I decided to do a little project since I had received AWS. I headed to Sim Lim Square and bought some computer parts, intending to build my own desktop PC. At least it would be something to take my mind off things, and practice something which I did a very long time ago.
It took way longer than expected, and I had to refer to YouTube during the process, but at least now I didn’t have to use the shitty office laptop to WFH, and probably could start playing some games.
Oddly enough, Felicia asked if I wanted to have an early dinner with her. Dinner only, not sex, she was pretty clear on that.
I headed to her place to pick her up, and she told me to drive to the coffeeshop opposite Jasmine’s place.
Me: Why there? Are you planning something?
F: What the fuck? No?
Me: Then why go there?
F: There’s this Korean sandwich stall. I read some good reviews about it.
Me: You dragged me out here on a Saturday to eat bread?
F: Why? You had something better to do?
Me: I just built a new computer. Could be playing games.
F: You can build computers?
Me: Why not? It’s like Lego. Just put the parts together.
F: Sure or not. Sounds so easy.
Me: I needed something to distract myself la.
F: Oh? What happened?
I gave her the condensed version of what happened between Shirlyn and me over the short drive to the coffeeshop.
She rolled her eyes at me.
F: You’re a sex addict.
Me: No?
F: Then why are you sleeping with every single girl who wants to sleep with you?
Me: I don’t know.
F: It took me so long to convince you to be FWB again then all it took was one kiss from your manager and you had sex for 2 days. Were you that horny?
Me: I don’t know la.
We drove past the coffeeshop.
Me: Eh. Why is it so crowded?
F: Good business?
There was a long snaking queue that stretched all the way outside the coffeeshop.
Me: It’s like those Toto queues.
F: Whatever la. Go and park.
Me: Why are you pissed at me?
F: Why? Because you didn’t say you were going to fuck others.
Me: Are you fucking others?
F: Errr… not at the moment…
Me: Means you would.
F: Ok fine. We aren’t exclusive. But what the hell. I know I’m not as attractive as I used to be but give me some face la!
Me: It’s over liao.
F: I don’t think so. Based on how she left the car.
Me: It’s over la.
F: Then you better stand up for yourself and say no when you should.
Me: Right.
F: Stop being so nice and accommodating.
Me: Am I?
F: You don’t feel taken advantage of? Even by me?
Me: Not really.
F: There’s the problem.
I drove up the MSCP trying to find white lots and finally found one on the 5th floor.
I parked and killed the engine.
F: Start the car. Backseat now.
Me: Huh?
F: I want to ride you.
Me: Why?
F: Why cannot?
Me: No.
F: See! It’s so easy to say no.
She leaned over and kissed my cheek.
F: Now let’s go get some Korean sandwiches.
We took the lift down and headed towards the coffeeshop.
As expected, the absurdly long queue was for the Korean sandwiches. Felicia had me join the queue while she headed up the front to check out the menu. She came back shortly after.
F: Eh. Alicia is in front.
Me: What?
Sure enough, I looked around the queue and saw Alicia 2nd in line.
F: Come. She says she’ll help us order.
Felicia dragged me unwillingly to the front.
A: Hello! How have you been?
Me: Still alive. And you?
A: Do I look dead to you?
F: Ignore him. He’s just… conflicted.
A: Why? Must be another girl.
F: Long story. And I don’t know the whole story.
Alicia turned to me.
A: Share leh.
I wanted to protest and thankfully it was her turn to order, so Felicia happily added on her own.
There weren’t any seats so they ordered takeaway.
A: It’s going to be about 30-45 mins wait.
F: Ah. So long.
A: You guys wanna hang around first?
Me: Don’t have a choice right?
A: Come over to eat later.
Me: What?
A: Don’t you want to see Jasmine?
Me: Have you forgotten she blocked me? And you told me not to waste my time.
A: And so?
F: Go la. I haven’t seen Jasmine in a long time either.
Me: Since when were you close?
F: We’re not. I just want to see how you react when you see her.
Me: What the fuck?
A: It’s a simple yes or no.
Me: How do you know she wants to see me?
A: I’ve been living with her for nearly 6 months.
Me: You told me not to waste my time…
A: I did. But you love to waste your time anyway. Look at you and mom. From the time I was in secondary school until I entered uni, you still came back. Normal guys would have moved on.
F: I’m sure we all want to hear your latest story in full.
A: Ya! I also want to hear.
Me: What about Jasmine?
A: I think she’ll be interested to find out how you moved on so quickly.
Me: Er…
A: Ok. Dinner and drinks at our place!
We went to the corner to wait for our orders. I pulled Felicia aside.
Me: Are you sure this is such a good idea?
F: It’s Saturday night. Would you rather go home and play computer games by yourself, or meet with 3 girls you had sex with?
Me: What if Jasmine doesn’t want to see me?
F: Then it’s going to be an awkward night for you. And a pretty fun one for me and Alicia.