There was one audible smack, nothing more and I saw the sudden clenching of Sarah’s fist as her whole body shook and she shivered for that one second, her vagina wall squeezing down on my erected member.
The contraction was heaven as I feel the tight warmness of her love hole pressing down on my shaft.
Sarah : Argh…ughh.
Sarah bf : What’s wrong ?
Sarah : Nothing…. i… I dropped something on my feet.
I did not slam myself down again but instead tried to be as quiet as possible.
Sarah was bent over the bed, her head supporting her as I held the sides of her two legs, it was a comfortable position for me yet it allowed her to talk to her bf.
They chatted about trivial stuff, meals, how’s the food, the weather etc.
I went to grab another bandage and I used it to blindfold Sarah.
She was still on the phone and she could not protest, pretty much allowing me to do what I wanted.
I lifted her head slightly, allowing myself some working space, as I slowly deprive her of her sense of sight, I felt my dick getting harder, throbbing faster.
It was a sick thought but I like the feeling of having my way with a helpless partner.
Even though it was largely possible because of compliance from Sarah’s part but I still felt pretty aroused.
The thought of penetrating a girl while she was on the phone with her bf still fucks my mind until today.
I entered Sarah from behind again, easing myself into her slippery love hole without much difficulty.
I could slam down hard, fucking her wet hole but wanted a challenge.
I wanted to fuck her without sound.
I wanted to impale her deep and fast without our bodies hitting against each other.
Sarah bf : I should be taking the afternoon flight back to sg on the 12th.
Sarah : Ok, shall I meet you at the airport ?
With her eyes blindfolded, Sarah still knew when the phone was from the sound of the speaker, she kept tilting and trying to maneuver herself closer to the phone despite the amount of movements.
I did a couple of testing thrust, gauging the distance and trying out the momentum. When I was sure I could roughly know the maximum depth I could go without slamming into her toned butt, I took off.
You know the kind of feeling when you first started having sex , when you want to thrust hard but don’t dare to go too deep or fast, suddenly I had that kind of mixed emotions and weird thoughts as I feel the tease of Sarah’s vagina rubbing and dragging the sides of my dick.
It was a really wet affair, no moaning, just a little breathless talking as she tried to keep up with her conversation.
I held my breath, relishing every movement as I drag my juice coated dick out before going in again. Sarah no doubt was trying her best to control her own body which by then was already exhausted and confused.
The fullness of my erection, pushing into her empty and stretch love hole, the hollowness that follows the moment I withdrew sent her body mixed signals.
There was the occasional twitched, that sudden spasm, then the willing reverse of her whole body, urging me to fuck her deeper.
Sarah : Ok I got to go..call you tomorrow ya….. ok… bye..
I helped Sarah hung up the phone but I did not tell her.
Sarah : Dear .. bye…. Dear you there ? hello ?
I already hung up and switched off the phone, well prepared to use the ‘ low batt’ excuse.
There was no more sound from the phone but I guess Sarah was afraid it was still on and she did not dare to make a single sound as I slam and withdrew my dick, fucking her wet hole in that position.
It was fucking sick as I knew Sarah was really holding back as she struggled to break free but I held on tight to the sides of her toned and apple shaped butt.
I slammed down hard, fucking myself deeper than ever before, feeling the squishes of her wet hole as I squeezed my dick repeatly into her.
The room was filled with the smacking of our body and after about 45 seconds, Sarah could not take it any longer and mumbled a single word.
Sarah : Phone….Phone..
I did not reply until Sarah gave an uncontrolled burst of air which sounded.
“Poofff..pffttt….tweertttt..”
It was then I knew how hard she was holding in her moans as I saw a splatter of her saliva came out of her mouth and onto the bed.
She tried to breath but spluttered more saliva as she fought to keep the sound down.
James : It’s off…
She must have her doubts because she refused to make any noise, choosing to splutter and spurt breaths and saliva onto the bed.
It was an erotic sight, and for once I felt like a rapist.
I changed position , laying Sarah onto her back and removed the blindfold.
Her eyes were watery and she was just taking in deep breathes.
I showed her the phone before tossing it aside.
I was reaching my limits and I grabbed a condom, ripping it apart.
I did not put in on but instead went over to Sarah, squeezing both her cheeks with my left hand, I popped the condom into her mouth like depositing coin into a arcade machine.
Grabbing a bunch of her hair, I yanked her head back, not too hard, but enough to show whose in control.
I placed my dick in front of her mouth and I could see she was trying to maneuver the condom in her mouth, ready to help me cap it on.
She willingly reached for my dick but I withdrew myself away.
Because I’m a sick fuck and I did not want her to do it willingly.
Without warning, I went close again, this time jamming myself into her mouth, no doubt knocking the condom out of position as she struggled to cap me.
James : DO it properly.
Sarah : Hremmpp..ermmpp..
I tugged a bunch of her hair, giving it a shake.
James : Come on, do it..
Sarah : Urmmmh…mmmphh…
I could feel the cap coming on and once it got pass the dick head, it was just the motion of unrolling the rest down my shaft.
Sarah : Erummm…cough…hmmpp..
Sarah had tears rolling down her cheeks by then as she choked a couple of times with the condom stunt.
When the condom came on, I blindfolded Sarah again.
I did not want to wait longer as I entered her missionary , slamming myself hard against her opened legs.
This time round she moaned, and it was a fucking sexy wail of a sex siren.
I could feel the pressure building up and when I was about to come, I hit the switch for the automatic curtain, opening the room to all.
Sarah heard the mechanical whirl of the curtain and she panicked.
Sarah : No James ! .. No.. ! No…
I grabbed her up and dragged her unwilling body to the window.
The truth was I only opened the night curtain, leaving the day ones in place. I would only be exposing our silhouettes
Sarah : No James ! … please.
I held her and made her kneel on the small seating area in front of the window, and I quickly entered her.
She had no support and she had to plaster her face against the window to prop herself up.
Sarah : No James.. enough.. please..
But when her face felt her touch of the fabric , she must have knew the day curtain was still down and she made no further pleas.
I ploughed myself inside her hole which never seemed to run dry and within 30 strokes, I came into the condom, groaning at first before getting softer as my rapidly deflating cock got smaller after vomiting my sperm out.
I could feel the relentless squeeze of Sarah’s vagina and she seemed determined to milk me dry.
I withdrew and helped her down, pulling down the blindfold and releasing the ties on her hands.
We just laid on the bed, both trying to catch our breath.
Sarah spoke first.
Sarah : That was pretty sick James… haha
James : Haha, so.. do you feel like a slut. ?
She laughed and shook her head.
Sarah : No.
I gave her a puzzled look and Sarah got up.
She removed the rest of her clothes, which by then were only her bra and her top.
Sarah went over to her bag and dug out her undies.
She slid them on and got into bed beside me.
I was about to ask her if she was thirsty when I felt a yank of my hair.
James : Ow… oww.. too hard.
Sarah hit the button the bring the night curtain back down.
As the machine whirled and descended, Sarah held me by the hair, pressing me face first onto her underwear.
I could smell the rubbery smell of the condom that only until a moment ago was fucking Sarah with the aid of my erected dick.
I could smell the erotic smell of sweat, and of course the heavenly smell of Sarah’s love juice.
Pressing me harder onto her undies, Sarah spoke.
Sarah : Now…. Make me feel like a slut.
As I struggled to breath , my tongue parted the side of Sarah’s underwear and I reached for her clit.
When Sarah’s moans once again filled the room, I could almost feel that was a different tone to it.
I could not describe it, I can’t tell whether was it the tone, the frequency, the sharpness of her screams or the way she pressed herself against my face when she came. It was just different.
By the time my jaw was wet with a combination of my saliva and Sarah’s love juice, I felt as if Sarah had already ripped out a good portion of my hair.
She finally came when I thought my tongue was going to fall out and we both fell asleep unknowingly smelling of sweat , sex and bodily fluids.
8th August
Sunday.
3am.
I woke up and we fucked again, normally this time but neither of us came.
4am
We drifted off.
6am
We were up and we did it again, I came into another condom.
8am
I fingered Sarah to orgasm before fucking in the shower.
9.30am
We went down for breakfast and I brought along some work documents to discuss with Sarah.
We snuggled up in bed after that, reading the newspaper.
11.45am
We checked out, parted ways after a hug in front of the hotel .
I got back home and immediately fell into a deep sleep.
It’s been a while since I had sex and I felt really drained and tired.
It was as if my energy was sapped dry.
9th August 2010
Monday
Sarah dropped me an sms telling me she was really sore down south and I replied.
James sms : I can only eat liquid food.
10th August 2010
Tuesday.
Life goes on and I was caught chatting casually with a few staff from Abdul’s team and he actually asked me this question.
Abdul : What’s the problem ? Are you all working on the same project ? What’s there to talk about ?
I did not reply but instead walked back quietly to my seat knowing that the time was not ripe, I have to choose my battles carefully.
27th August 2010
Friday
My highlight in the month of august was bringing in a small job from the same Client in KL. It was for a small refurbishment of a row of showhouses.
Not big money but it makes a difference.
Selene was thrilled even though after doing her sums, she estimated a profit of only about 25k for the office.
10th September 2010
Friday
I was scheduled for another trip to KL, this time round it was over the weekend. It was a first weekend trip for me but since the client would not be around for the next 4 weeks, it had to be done.
It was pretty boring as I went alone, aside from the usual work, I grabbed a couple of drinks with the technical team and got back to Sg on the following Monday.
13th September 2010
Monday.
Selene told me to take the rest of the day off upon touch down and I spent it fixing up Cidney’s luggage.
The lock was a gone for sure but I slowly cut away the pieces before finally releasing the zip.
That way you still could use a normal lock on the 2 zip.
I stored it aside, the time will come when I could use that.
24th September 2010
Friday
I had Dinner with Selene, Tan and Kakak Siti, we decided to reduce the group size for our covert meetings, instead of having the whole bunch present, we decided to brief and discuss general updates with key members.
I ran through some revised plans and Selene and Tan gave their input.
Selene was usually pretty good with her concentration but that day, she was meddling quite a lot on her phone, texting away, replying messages.
By the first week of October, we pretty much have all the things we needed to kick off the plan and get rid of Abdul.
It did crossed our minds whether should we bring forward the date for the D-day, there was no point to keep it on the 5th if it’s purely for the sake of humor but Selene made the decision to keep it.
6th October 2010
Wednesday
I brought in another small job from the recommendation of our KL client. A small semi D in Joo Chiat.
8th October 2010
Friday
I had sex with Sarah regularly after our staycation over the national day weekend.
Probably twice a week on average.
From the quiet staircase to the sleazy hotel in geylang, we’ve done it.
We still flirted but her bf had proposed last week and she made no attempt to hide that our relationship thus far had ended.
It was good while it lasted and we parted on a good note.
15th October 2010
Friday.
After having sex regularly for a couple of months, the suddenly departure of Sarah left a void in my heart.
Although I travelled regularly with Cidney, I did not make my move, choosing to remain as the ever gentleman.
She is a nice girl, it was not right.
The more I thought about it, the more I was willingly to go for it. I tried to talk myself out of it but it only worsened the monster in me.
I must have masturbated at least 5 times over the weekend , fantasizing about Selene, Cidney and Sarah.
18th October 2010
Monday
10am
Selene called me and Cidney in and scheduled us to head over to KL again. There was a potential job with the existing client and she wanted us to handle it.
Selene : And oh Cidney , happy birthday in advance ya. Sorry you got to travel on your birthday.
I turned to the smiling Cidney and asked.
James : Oh, 20th is your birthday ?
Cidney smiled shyly and nodded her head.
I nodded mine too as I mentally counted down the days to November the 5th.
2.5 weeks.
18 more day.
Should have enough time.
I felt the familiar stir in my pants and I left the office with Cidney, looking at the tightness of her levis’s jeans.
I must have been looking for a sign, perhaps a direction from some divine beings that day and I got my answer at 6.30pm
Cidney came out of the bathroom in fbt shorts and a rather tight running top.
James : Oh. You heading to the gym ?
She nodded with a smile.
James : First time seeing you in gym gear, hmm.
Cidney : haha . Why ? Do I look funny ?
James : No .. no.. looking good.
She waved me goodbye and when she turned, I saw the sports logo on her purple running top.
I made up my mind then to just do it.
I really hope it would be a memorable birthday for Cidney.
19th October 2010
Tuesday
7.00pm
I was browsing around vivocity for a suitable present for Cidney when something struck in my head.
If 20th was Cidney’s birthday, why was her luggage lock set at 930.
She did give me a smile when I asked if it was her birthday a couple of month ago. Perhaps it was just assumption on my part back then but there was no reason for Selene to wish Cidney a happy birthday if it was already over.
It bothered me a little but I managed to get a nice pen and a notebook for Cidney. She loved to sketch and I’m sure it would come in handy.
20th October 2010
Wednesday
6.20am
I got to the airport at the same time I saw Cidney getting out of the cab. She was lugging out the suitcase I lent her since the last trip, using it ever since then.
I had been using the really big one all this while, choosing to bring along only a small bag as my carryon, wasting precious time waiting for my luggage during arrivals but it’s fine with me.
I did not want to crush the nicely wrapped present and was carrying it in my hands in a nice bag.
I called out to Cidney and we entered the terminal together.
While queuing for check in, I presented Cidney her present, wishing her a happy birthday.
James : Happy birthday Cidney .
Cidney’s eyes widened and her jaw literally dropped in front of me.
She looked really embarrassed, one of the last expression I had expected to see.
Cidney : Oh no. .. haha
She started waving her hands together, bowing a little, looking really sorry as she pushed the bag back towards me.
James : Huh ? What’s wrong ?
Cidney : No ,no . it’s not my birthday.
I gave her a puzzled look and she tried to explain but it came out in shambles.
I could only pick up a few phrases here and there.
Even at the check in counter, she was still trying hard to explain, and she was almost in tears, the lady helping us check in even asked if she was ok.
James : Calm down Cidney. Calm down. What is it ?
Cidney : It was a joke. Selene’s idea.
James : What do you mean ?
As we walked away from the check in desk, Cidney explained and make herself clear.
Her face was flushed red, her cheeks really blushing to the point that I thought she had an overdose of blusher.
She did not even look at me in the eyes and as she spoke, her steps took her further away from me.
It turns out that she told Selene that she thinks I’m quite a nice guy during lunch one day and Selene had been trying to get us together.
And Selene told Cidney that if I knew it was her birthday, I would surely get her something on the trip.
It was at that point I felt a mix of emotions so strong that I wanted to just smash the trolley in the airport.
I was angry.
Yes, fucking mad.
I wanted Selene. If you have had the experience of someone you like trying to pair you up with someone else, you would know how I felt then.
My blood was boiling and it made me want to just rip the clothes off Selene and fuck her there and then in the airport if she was there.
So many years of crushing on her, and she wanted to pair me up with someone.
This is how monsters are made.
On the other hand, I felt this tender sweetness from Cidney, her shy innocence, her forthcoming comments to Selene . It made me feel guilty that I was mad.
I was of course lost for words for a good minute or so before I recomposed myself.
Cidney was apologetic, she kept saying sorry and offered to buy me breakfast.
I made her keep the present, as an apology for not remembering her birthday in September and after much persuasion, she agreed.
I did not really talk to Cidney during the plane ride and it must have made her feel pretty bad.
Yes I was angry but I got over it.
Since Selene wanted to push her to me, there was no reason why I should not make use of it.
I bought a bottle of whiskey at the DFS before boarding the plane.
4pm
We concluded the meeting and got another job with the client on some retail shops he had dotted around the city. I saw the fees he was adamant we offered and did some quick sums.
We won’t make a profit but we could at least break even, sustaining the team for the period of the job.
Sums should be Selene’s business but I can’t help thinking about it when I thought of the whole picture.
Selene agreed to the job via tele- conference and we wrapped up the day with tea at the Client’s tea shop
5.30pm
Cidney must have apologized for the hundredth time that day when I did the check in for both of us at the counter.
I kept telling her it was ok, it was a joke and I’m fine but she seemed really guilty.
On my part, I did acted a little, pretending to be nonchalant, a little aloof. I made a play, as if I did not really care to talk to her.
You know those kind of shit when you are not really angry but just want to pretend you are.
Yeah. That.
5.45pm
Inside the lift, I could see a frown on Cidney’s face and she tried talking to me, I could almost feel she was going to cry but I decided I could push that a little longer.
I have to milk it for all it’s worth.
6.30pm
I had my shower and was ready for dinner.
I waited till 7pm before calling Cidney for dinner.
It was as if my voice was the catalyst for her tears and the moment she heard my voice, Cidney started crying.
In between sobs, Cidney said
Cidney : I’m so sorry , James. Please don’t be angry.
She paused for a breath before adding
Cidney : I thought you’re not having dinner with me.
Listening to her soften my heart a little but I was clear towards my ultimate goal.
I spoke calmly and told her I was heading over.
7.02pm
I knocked on Cidney’s room and she opened the door.
She was still in her work clothes.
A white top and simple black work pants.
Her eyes were red and she looked really innocent and helpless.
If I was not the monster I was, I would have fell in love with her and end the story there and then.
She radiated that kind of aura that would make men want to take care of her, to love her, to make babies with her.
I opened up my arms and she took it, apologizing again.
Cidney : I’m sorry. Don’t be angry. I thought Selene was just joking.
James : It’s ok. I’m fine.
I took a napkin and wipe off her tears for her.
I gestured to the bathroom and ask her to go ahead and shower, I’ll wait for her.
She nodded obediently and went to her luggage.
The luggage I lent her.
I took a seat near her and saw that she did not change the password. It was still 013
7.10pm
While Cidney took her shower, I had a good feeling.
That kind when you know you’re going to score.
I ran through the plan in my head again, planning the sequence carefully. If it all went well, I could have Cidney that evening.
7.20pm
Cidney came out in a dress, a simple black one with shoulder straps.
Her hair was wet and she had to wrap the bottom of it with her towel as she quickly got ready for dinner.
7.30pm
We ate at a HK café in the basement and we chatted normally.
9.00pm
We finished desserts and we strolled around. I could almost recite the stores around the corner having been to Times square so often lately.
9.45pm
Cidney : Are you feeling better James ? Are you still angry ?
I smiled and asked
James : What If I said I was still angry, what would you do ? haha
She did not know what to answer and just stared at her feet.
Her feet that day was clad in heels. A pair of light grey heels that propped her higher than her 1.55 height, probably adding at least 3-4 cm to her petite figure.
I knew I had emotionally brain fuck her enough for that day and I wanted to test the water before taking the plunge.
James : I feel like drinking. If you drink with me, I’ll feel better.
Cidney looked a little unsure but she agreed.
James : You sure ? don’t regret ok.
She replied that as long as I stopped being angry with her, she would do anything. I bought a bottle of green tea from a convenient shop and we made our way back.
I can’t help feeling shitty at myself, exploiting the innocence of a little girl. Cidney was barely in her mid-twenties , but her innocence was unparalleled to any other.
I told her I’ll see her in her room in a while and I went back.
I got changed into my sleep clothes, just simple pants and top and went over to her room with my bottle of whiskey.
10.15pm
We still had to work the next day so I had no intention of knocking her out.
I wanted her high and tipsy.
I wanted her relaxed.
Most of all I wanted her vulnerable and confused.
Then when the moment is right. I will make my move.
We drank whiskey with green tea, and I could tell Cidney was not a good drinker. She tasted the sweetness of the green tea and gulp down the drink, prompting another refill from me.
We drank with the hotel glass, a small one which was placed in the bathroom.
Cidney downed 4 of that within the hour and I decided it was enough.
She was still standing although her cheeks were blushing a little.
She laughed and giggle a little more when I cracked some silly jokes.
11.15pm
James : Wait here ok. I’ll go get something.
Cidney : What is it ?
James : Your real birthday present.
Cidney: James, I’m sorry, can we don’t do that again. Don’t make me feel guilty.
I smiled and I pulled her up to her feet.
I guided her to the bed and made her face away from the door.
James : I’ll be right back. Promise me you won’t turn around.
She nodded and I left with her key card, plunging the entire room into darkness as I removed it from the power slot.
Barely 3 minutes later, I returned.
I switched off the light switches before plunging the card back in, leaving only the glow of the bathroom light on.
Cidney was still facing away and I approached her slowly.
When I finally wheeled the luggage of hers that I managed to fix in front of her, Cidney’s hands went to her mouth and she was quiet.
The room was silent and it was just the silent roar of the air conditioner.
30 Seconds must have ticked by before she stood up.
Cidney : Oh my god James.
James : Happy belated birthday Cidney.
She hugged me, pressing against me hard, causing the natural reaction down south.
My pants were pretty loose and she must have felt the prod of my erection.
Cidney released herself and we just stared at each other in the dark.
I poured another drink, neat.
I passed it to Cidney and had one myself and I proposed a toast.
Our glasses touched and Cidney finished it in a gulp, before immediately opening her mouth, hissing at the burning sensation.
I knew I had her when she automatically came back into my arms.
We could have sex if I wanted , the body language and signs were clear but I did not want to just have sex.
I wanted something more.
I needed to do something sick.
I needed to do something perverted to mind fuck myself.
I did not want to just put on a cap and cum inside Cidney.
I needed more to vent my frustration and anger at Selene. It was unfair to Cidney but I just felt endless wave of frustrations. It was like all my years of pent up frustration pushing against my dick.
I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down.
I held Cidney’s face in my hands and our eyes met.
Then her eyes closed.
We kissed, a long one. About a minute or so before I pulled myself away.
Cidney looked up, giving me a questioning look, as if asking why did I stop.
James : Put on your heels ?
Cidney did not question me but instead went immediately to the door and slipped on her heels.
She came back towards me and as I held her, her body shook, no doubt nervous about what was about to happen.
Then something totally unplanned happened.
Cidney took the bottle of whiskey and took a swig right from the bottle, then another.
She took one final gulp before setting the bottle down.
We kissed again and I could taste the aroma of the single malt on her lips.
I stopped and told her I needed to grab my toiletries bag in my room and she must have understood what I meant.
I guided her to bed, she wanted to take off her high heels but I told her I wanted her to wear them into bed, I wanted her to keep them on.
I left her room with her key card and took the caps from my bag.
I took my time, returning 5 minutes later.
In the dimly lit room, I could see the petite figure of Cidney lying on her bed, her black dress and heels still on.
Her eyes struggled to open and she was definitey woozy.
I kissed her feet, smelling her heels at the same time.
I planted my lips on her ankles, taking in the erotic smell of her legs.
I kissed my way up from her shin to her calves, determined to coat every part of her body with my kisses.
I reached the part where her knees were, and I could see a couple of inches away the hem of her dress covering her modesty.
I licked her kneecaps, kissing the back of her knees as well, smelling the start of her thighs.
I paused and checked on Cidney.
Her eyes were closed.
Her breathing peaceful.
I gently shook her.
James : Cidney….Cidney..
She opened her eyes, giving me a couple of blinks before smiling.
Then her eyes closed.
I stood up and feasted my eyes on her still covered body.
I shook with excitement, like a little boy about to unwrap his Christmas present.
Worst of all, I imagined her to be Selene, lying motionless and still in the room with me.
I took a deep breath and decided I’ve waited long enough.
I aimed for Cidney’s privates in the dark, pressing my nose deep into the dark recess, taking in a deep breath, sending blood to my erection.
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The softness of her dress enveloped my nose, the silkiness of the fabric brushing against my face cause my dick to push painfully against my shorts.
I snuggled my nose deeper into her privates, smelling the freshness of her love hole.
It really smelled very good, I’m not kidding.
There was the fragrance of her shower barely hours ago, there was also perhaps the perspiration she had while we were walking around.
Mixed within the variety of smell was also the unique aroma of Cidney’s love juice.
If technology could one day allow you to read on this and smell what I had that very evening, I would no doubt share it.
Words cannot describe the excitement and pleasure I felt when I ran my hand up Cidney’s thighs.
I felt her soft skin on my palm, as I brushed my way up her legs, breeching the cover of her dress, I felt the change in texture as soon as I hit her undies.
I let my right hand do the exploration as I kissed Cidney.
Her eyes were closed, but I was sure she’s still awake. She was aware of what was going on.
It’s just that she chose not to open her eyes.
She must have felt nervous, afraid, her mind uncertain of what I would do.
Her soft lips responded a little to my kiss, parting them a little, allowing my tongue to wriggle in, tasting her saliva.
By that time my right hand was already giving her a good decent rub down south.
Cidney was not clean shaven, but from my touch it felt neatly trimmed.
There were no stray ends, no large untidy curly tips, I felt instead the short and soft tips of her pubic hair brushing against my fingers as I parted her undies away.
I felt a sudden twitch of Cidney’s body as I finally landed my finger at the entrance of her love hole.
The sticky wetness told me what I needed to know and I pulled my finger away, letting her undies fall back into place.
I chose to massage her love hole through her underwear, letting that thin piece of fabric absorb her essence. We kissed for a long time, or rather I kissed for a long time as Cidney laid still.
I would not describe her as a dead fish, I have had dead fish before and she is definitely not one.
Cidney would strike me as obedient.
It felt like taking the innocence of a virgin although I doubt that was the case, she had previous relationships before and I simply would not believe if the bf could resist laying his hands on her body.
Her dress was still on but even in the dim light, I could see how tightly the dress hugged Cidney’s body, as if it had a life of it’s own, as if it wanted to protect her from me.
The curves of her breast, the flatness of her tummy, even the tightness around her breast. Thinking back, it was hard to believe I manage to lay my hands on such a prize.
Cidney’s undies were sufficiently wet after a good 5 minutes of teasing and rubbing.
Some girls would secrete copious amount of natural lub and Cidney was one of them.
I could feel a sudden push of wetness like a water wall pushing against the already wet underwear. Her breathing got a little faster but her eyes were still closed.
I could feel my fingers getting a little wrinkled, soak through it’s skin by Cidney’s love nectar.
I gently tugged Cidney’s hand, and her eyes opened, her body shivered as I let her up to her feet.
She was too shy to look at me in the eye for long and she choose to hug me, pressing her firm bouncy breast against mine.
I brought her over to the dresser table and she bent over obediently.
My dick was begging to be let out, it was as if it could see the petite tight body of Cidney in a black dress bent over in her high heels in front of me.
I slid down Cidney’s underwear, helping her legs to get it off totally.
She rested her head on her hands, and made minute adjustments of her behind, offering her most private region to me.
I slid off my boxers and I pushed myself into her love hole.
It was not too tight, I slid in easily but I could still feel the strength and integrity of her muscles.
Her sacred temple was not a frequently visited place.
I pushed in deep, burying my dick right up to the hilt and exhaled a long deep breath, my brain relishing the warmth and comforts of her wet vagina.
I withdrew and entered a couple of times before working up a momentum I was comfortable with.
Within seconds, I was smacking my pelvis against Cidney’s behind, filling the room with the sound of our bodies slapping against each other.
I lifted Cidney’s right leg slightly off the ground and she struggled to balance with her left heel as I ploughed my dick into her love hole.
It was awfully quiet for the first 30 seconds before Cidney finally could not hold it in and she gave a suppressed moan.
I decided to change position and led her to the bed.
Since she was pretty obedient, I asked her to ride me on top and she just nodded her head.
I laid down on the bed, feeling the softness of the sheets. Cidney straddled me, lowering herself onto me.
She looked at me in the eye for half a second before turning away in a shy manner.
It was a comforting feeling, her warm body taking control of her hungry hole, dragging and pressing against my erection.
I felt Cidney’s hand rest on my chest and she kissed me on the lips.
I felt a sudden change in her motion as she lifted her bottom up before fucking my sensitive dick deep into her vagina.
It was too sudden and I gave an uncontrolled moan of pleasure, before I could get over the sensation, Cidney worked up a rythem and before I realised it, I was no longer the person doing the fucking.
I was being fuck
I have had my share of relationship and sex but it was not often I had the feeling that I was helpless and on the verge of losing control.
Cidney’s vagina is different from others I’ve tried, it was as if she could time the contraction of her vagiana walls right when she fucks me deep into her, squeezing my dick for all it’s worth.
My mouth gapped open, so did my eyes as I grabbed the bedsheets on my side like a rape victim.
I did not even realised I had just gasp in a big breath of air and just held it within me, my body shaking together with Cidney as she rode me fast and smooth.
I saw her hand reached for something, and when I saw it, what she did was the last thing I imagined.
It was her wet and soiled undies.
She kissed me on the lips, but at the same time pressing her wet underwear on my face, rubbing her love juice all over me. The coldness of her wet undies contradicts the warmness of the lips, sending mixed and confused signals into my brain and my dick.
Then I felt the ticklish tickle in my dick and I quickly told Cidney I’m almost cumming, I needed the caps.
James : Cidney, stop…. I need to get the condoms…
She rode me for about 10 more good strokes and I tried my best to hold it in.
She got off and without second thought, took me into her mouth. I felt her clamp her lips around my already sensitive dick and I knew I had lost control.
James : Cidney, oh no… shit… ahhh…
As I tensed up my entire body for the inevitable, I felt the suction from Cidneys mouth increased and with a loud pussy moan, I shot my load into Cidney.
I remembered it was a good 2 squirts, pretty decent amount from what I felt but it was the subsequent smaller squirts that really sent the electricity down my spine, causing me to collapse like a rag doll onto the bed.
Cidney grabbed the napkins by the side of the bed and spit out most of my seeds.
She did not rinse herself and I was sure she swallowed some.
She kissed me again, her eyes watery and big in that dim room.
Without a single word, she snuggled up beside me, sleeping in her tight dress and her high heels.
21st October 2010
Thursday
6.30am
We woke up , greeting each other with a smile. Cidney was still shy but she looked well rested. She did not get her orgasm and when I offered, she just shook her head shyly, saying it’s ok.
I went back to my room and got changed for work.
3.30pm
We wrapped up the project discussion with the client and made our way to the airport.
Cidney was already using her new birthday present, and I had my old smaller luggage in my bag.
We held hands on the plane for a while before she fell asleep and let go.
22nd October 2010
10am
Cidney and I briefed Selene about the new job and I was having difficulty concentrating. Selene was wearing a black dress that Friday, and she had heels on too.
It made me angry, it made me horny and I could feel frustration building up.
I may have had CIdney but I wanted Selene.
The more I look at her, the more badly I wanted her.
It felt like I had a broken childhood, the only way to fix it would be having Selene all to myself.
29th October 2010
Friday
It was barely a week to the big day.
We all knew what our roles were.
Selene, Tan and I met for one final round of discussions and we disseminated the information accordingly to our ops group.
Over the weeks, we made adjustments and changes along the way.
Some members have to be left out, not because they were unwillingly to contribute but the circumstances they were in did not allow them to go all the way.
Peter and Cidney would take on a supporting role due to their work permit. We felt it could jeopadise their career in Singapore if they did anything rash.
Cidney took on an additional role unknown to others. She gave me what i wanted during that stressful period.
She wanted a relationship and i agreed, on the condition we kept it a secret until Abdul is gone.
5th November 2010
7am
It felt funny to be called the vanguard team. It didn’t sounded right but I guessed it was better than being called advance party.
We were all early, some of us arriving with coffee at 6.30am that morning.
It was a big day after all.
At 7am sharp we met in Selene’s office and nobody said a word.
We greeted each other with a nod of the head, acknowledging each other and at the same time thinking of what we were about to do.
There were no brave warcry, no grand army marching with drums and fanfare.
It was a quiet room filled with quiet people.
We crowded around Selene’s table and she felt it was her duty to make sure everyone knew what we were doing and we were all doing it willingly.
7.05am
Selene : Please take the last moment to think it through again.
She looked at me, passing the imaginary mic and I added one last sentence.
James : I cannot say we will definitely succeed, but at least we tried.
I made eye contact with the people in that room.
First was Tan and Sue, who taught me so much since I was 16.
Then came Sarah, memories of our evening at Quincy came flooding back and she gave me a determined nod.
I went on to Auntie May who nodded her head. She was the one who gave me my first paycheck, the person who first made a deposit into my CPF account.
Auntie Poon who works the pantry gave me a warm smile.
I remembered the first cup of coffee i had was from her. She makes the best coffee in my opinion, still choosing to use the sock as a filter despite the hassle.
She makes 2 small pots everyday without fail, one in the morning and one in the afternoon.
Where others chose the convenience and the trend to use the coffee machines, some of us would never fail to have a cup of her coffee everyday.
Kakak Siti was deliberately left out as part of a later plan and she would not be joining us as part of the vanguard.
Uncle Sahim and Uncle Kahlid gave me a nod together before giving Tan’s shoulder a squeeze.
Sue turned back and smiled at them.
Old comrades in war.
Between the 4 of them were more than a 100 years of experience in this industry, and they were not exactly young.
They were the baby boomers, the people who contributed the most to the country, they made more sacrifice than anyone in our generation could.
And i was proud to be able to stand in the same room beside them that day.
I felt a sudden weird feeling rising inside me.
It made me wanted to tear.
Gathered in that room were not heroes, we are not some fanatics trying to prove something, we are not fighting for oil, natural resources or land.
We were all trying to survive.
It was never about us against the foreigners, it was about doing what is right.
It was about making a stand and I can say I never felt that proud in my life to be able to stand beside my fellow singaporeans that morning on the 5th of November.
Abdul has to go.
I finally settled my gaze on Selene and gave her a final nod.
There was a moment of silence and Tan stood up.
All eyes went to him.
He spoke a single sentence and it sent goosebumps through my body right to the back of my neck.
Tan : 欲求文明之幸福， 不得不经文明之痛苦。
With that he placed a single white envelope in front of Selene.
Sue added hers to the pile and the rest followed.
I took mine out and added to the pile which is now being arranged in a fan shape in front of Selene.
Selene took a deep breath and looked at the 8 envelopes.
Selene ： On behalf of the company. I accept your resignations. Your one month notice period starts today.
We all left the room and got back to work.
30 days to get this done.
And the clock has started ticking.
29th October 2010
Friday
It was barely a week to the big day.
We all knew what our roles were.
Selene, Tan and I met for one final round of discussions and we disseminated the information accordingly to our ops group.
Over the weeks, we made adjustments and changes along the way.
Some members have to be left out, not because they were unwillingly to contribute but the circumstances they were in did not allow them to go all the way.
Peter and Cidney would take on a supporting role due to their work permit. We felt it could jeopadise their career in Singapore if they did anything rash.
Cidney took on an additional role unknown to others. She gave me what i wanted during that stressful period.
She wanted a relationship and i agreed, on the condition we kept it a secret until Abdul is gone.
5th November 2010
7am
It felt funny to be called the vanguard team. It didn’t sounded right but I guessed it was better than being called advance party.
We were all early, some of us arriving with coffee at 6.30am that morning.
It was a big day after all.
At 7am sharp we met in Selene’s office and nobody said a word.
We greeted each other with a nod of the head, acknowledging each other and at the same time thinking of what we were about to do.
There were no brave warcry, no grand army marching with drums and fanfare.
It was a quiet room filled with quiet people.
We crowded around Selene’s table and she felt it was her duty to make sure everyone knew what we were doing and we were all doing it willingly.
7.05am
Selene : Please take the last moment to think it through again.
She looked at me, passing the imaginary mic and I added one last sentence.
James : I cannot say we will definitely succeed, but at least we tried.
I made eye contact with the people in that room.
First was Tan and Sue, who taught me so much since I was 16.
Then came Sarah, memories of our evening at Quincy came flooding back and she gave me a determined nod.
I went on to Auntie May who nodded her head. She was the one who gave me my first paycheck, the person who first made a deposit into my CPF account.
Auntie Poon who works the pantry gave me a warm smile.
I remembered the first cup of coffee i had was from her. She makes the best coffee in my opinion, still choosing to use the sock as a filter despite the hassle.
She makes 2 small pots everyday without fail, one in the morning and one in the afternoon.
Where others chose the convenience and the trend to use the coffee machines, some of us would never fail to have a cup of her coffee everyday.
Kakak Siti was deliberately left out as part of a later plan and she would not be joining us as part of the vanguard.
Uncle Sahim and Uncle Kahlid gave me a nod together before giving Tan’s shoulder a squeeze.
Sue turned back and smiled at them.
Old comrades in war.
Between the 4 of them were more than a 100 years of experience in this industry, and they were not exactly young.
They were the baby boomers, the people who contributed the most to the country, they made more sacrifice than anyone in our generation could.
And i was proud to be able to stand in the same room beside them that day.
I felt a sudden weird feeling rising inside me.
It made me wanted to tear.
Gathered in that room were not heroes, we are not some fanatics trying to prove something, we are not fighting for oil, natural resources or land.
We were all trying to survive.
It was never about us against the foreigners, it was about doing what is right.
It was about making a stand and I can say I never felt that proud in my life to be able to stand beside my fellow singaporeans that morning on the 5th of November.
Abdul has to go.
I finally settled my gaze on Selene and gave her a final nod.
There was a moment of silence and Tan stood up.
All eyes went to him.
He spoke a single sentence and it sent goosebumps through my body right to the back of my neck.
Tan : 欲求文明之幸福， 不得不经文明之痛苦。
With that he placed a single white envelope in front of Selene.
Sue added hers to the pile and the rest followed.
I took mine out and added to the pile which is now being arranged in a fan shape in front of Selene.
Selene took a deep breath and looked at the 8 envelopes.
Selene ： On behalf of the company. I accept your resignations. Your one month notice period starts today.
We all left the room and got back to work.
30 days to get this done.
And the clock has started ticking.
Quote:
Originally Posted by
mr_missile
may i be the first in this new year to ask you for your autograph?
Haha, my autograph not worth anything la.
Happy new year !
ock
Quote:
Originally Posted by
mr_missile
may i be the first in this new year to ask you for your autograph?
Haha, my autograph not worth anything la.
Happy new year !
ock