bro reeemer… happy that u r finally writing again… thanks for the exciting story… pls carry and dun stop… hehe
When I re-entered the serviced apartment, Tracy was already in the master bedroom showers.
I walked into the room and locked the door. Tracy’s bag and tee-shirt had been flung on the bed. The babe had left the shower door open (yippee). The water from the shower head was turned on at full blast (guess she was letting the hot water come through the cold pipes).
She was bending forward slightly to remove her shorts, her long hair half concealing the bikini straps on her back, the mist starting to come off the hot water…..creating such a alluring scene that it remains enbedded in my head till today……….
Till this point, I was already so aroused I swear I could have fu#ked anything…..
Without a word, I grabbed her from behind, inviting a surprised and cute yelp from her as she jumped slightly, shocked….
I reached for her front short zipper and like an animal in heat shoved the shorts down her moist legs. Bending her forward, she almost lost her balance and had to braced herself by holding onto the the edge of the marbled counter on which the tap was installed.
Using my left hand to unzip myself, I used my right hand to reach for her bikini panty clad mound. With a strong flick of my wrist, I pushed the soft material to one side, positioned myself slightly and with a shove forward, I found myself in the only place I wanted to be for the rest of my life.
Not surprised, Tracy herself was 100% wet and ready for me.
She seemed to enjoy this surprise and ‘brutal’ attack from me. From the reflection in the mirror, which was then quite blurr due to the hot mist from the still-running shower head over the bath tub, I saw that her eyes were shut and her lips slight pouted in anticipation of our love making. Her hips started to thrust back to feel more of me and I could feel my already hard lil brother expanding to further glory right inside her glorious wondrous love channel.
We started to meet each other with our synchronised thrusts, my moans of pleasure matched by her sighs and soft screams each time I manage to reach a deep, inner sensitive spot of hers.
I pulled her bikini tops down below her breasts and used one hand to alternately knead each one, while keeping my other hand on her delicious thigh.
We continued with this for a long time, each person focused just on using one another to satisfy our primal lust……..
At a point, Tracy stopped and stood up, perhaps a little tired remaining in the bent position.
With a few quick movements, she stripped herself and myself totally bare. Just as I was going to lead her to the master-bedroom, she grabbed me by my arms, knelt down in front of me and before I knew it, her warm luscious lips had wrapped themselves around my penis.
I could have cried from the surprise and the undescribeable sensation.
Tracy looked up at me into my eyes as she started to take me deep into her mouth and throat, that naughtly and horny glimmer so evident, that look of pride that I was totally at her mercy and that she enjoyed taking control.
After a few minutes, I brought my hand to stroke her wet cheeks, wanting to ask her to stop as I was so near to climax……..
Tracy looked at me again and shook her head slightly, signalling that she wanted to finish me off like that…….
Before I could respond further, my climax took over……I cried out in lust as I shot loads after loads into Tracy’s mouth. Tracy started to pump harder with her lips and hands, wanting to milk every last drop from me.
After I was done, Tracy stood up, with that naughty smile on her face, and kissed me wetly on my lips.
‘Wow’, she whispered, looking into my eyes.
It was at this point I realised that she had actually swallowed……
‘That was awesome,’ I stammered…smiling…breathing heavily….‘But…what about you…’
‘It’s ok, cowboy,’ She looked a little shy now. ‘I already came….’
Damn…I wasn’t the only horny animal, was I?
And was I the hunter? hmm…on that day, somehow I felt hunted…..but then, I’m not complaining………
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That’s all for this installment, sorry it took so long…. tried my best to remember all the details….
cheers
Bro, trully masterpiece work!!
please keep the encounters wif yr sis-in-law going so that we can read about it !!!!
you hv a noble prize winning stuff here!!
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CyberRod
Hi folks…
I’ve took the trouble to compile Reeemer’s story into txt file… For those bros who are interested, PM me with yr email addy & I’ll fwd it to U…
Of cos… Still waiting for Reeemer to complete his story…
kindly send a copy of this story that u compile, to me at email address:
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TQ in anticipation. Any other story u had compiled before? Pls share with me ok. Again TQ v much.
MORE!!! More stories please………
All I ask for is more and more and more and more and more……..
Yoz Bro Reeemer, till now u haven tried ur sister-in-law’s back door…..dun u ever wanted to try???
Just curious only……hehehe…
Dear Bro,
The story build up was very very well written but conclusion was a little anti-climax…. Maybe writer no mood liao… but nevertheless this was a great story. Cheers
Hi,
Some bros PMed me and asked for the compiled file.
Sorry, I do not have it as I did not compile it.
In fact, was almost gonna ask someone to PM me the file too…..haha
Will try to proceed with next instalment soon.
Flying a lot recently and really neck high with work………..
This happened on a Friday night a couple of weeks ago.
I was at Bar None with a bunch of old friends, many of whom were from the same college as me. As it turned out, Tracy was in the group as well. Many of the people there were common friends of ours (and my brother’s of course).
Drinks started to flow at a steady rate upon our arrival at around 9.30. We alternated the dancefloor and our table which was laden fully with bottles of vodka and tequila.
Allow me the mandatory
task of describing the goddess again.
Tracy was in her casual work outfit, being a Friday. She was in a black polo-tee and causal beige pants cut off at the shin. Her matching light brown sandals had thick soles which made her already long legs look even more slender. Her hair was tied up in a pony-tail, accentuating her gorgeous long neck decorated with a cute short necklace of rustic beads.
Tracy’s best friend was in the group. Belle was the same age as Tracy and a fellow lawyer. A babe in her own rights, she was however a totally different creature from Tracy, lookwise.
Belle had short hair, cropped in a very trendy and sporty style. She was tall, at almost 1.7m and the best phrase to describe her would be ‘super-curvey’.
While she sported a slender waist, her curvey broad hips and those oh-my-god-at-least-d-cup breasts would make the wimps in all of us call out ‘MAMA!’.
Belle and Tracy was stuck together like Siamese twins the whole night, and I did not get much chances to get close.
The 2 babes were stuffing themselves silly with shots after shots of vodka and were giggly like silly school girls each time a buaya tried to approach them. Almost felt like they were keeping score on who had more.
What made my heart beat was that many times when they whispered into each other’s ear, telling silly girlie what-ever, Tracy would looked at me from the corner of her eyes. In fact, I caught Belle doing that a few times too….hmm….what was it I wondered……
One thing was for sure, however. While Belle looked at me in a very shy manner, Tracy took liberty to really stare and smile at me…….the CFM tone quite unmistakeable…….
Where was this night heading?…I started to wonder, trying to distract myself with the drinks and talking with my buddies on the chicks who were overflowing the dancefloor.
Had been some time since I got up-close-and personal…is the hunter back-on-the mode?
T.B.C.
It was just passed 11 or so when the 2 lawyer babes left the disco.
I did not notice their absence until a while more and decided to seek them out.
Leaving the radius of the loud disco music blast, I stood near the car valet place just outside the hotel and called Tracy. After 3 continuous attempts, knowing that she would probably not be able to hear the phone through the music or in her drunken state, she finally picked up the phone.
The babes were at Living Room, just further into the hotel lobby (for bros who dun cheong Marriot joints). They had some friends who were there early but had to leave. The 2 chicks grabbed the chance to take over the comfy couches from the friends to chill there, away from the loud and crowded Bar None.
I walked coolly into the pub and saw the 2 babes slouching at the corner table. They had tall glasses of colourful dunno-what cocktails in front of them, and as expected, were still sticking into one another, deep in conversation…and giggles.
I planted myself down next to them and lit a cig.
The 2 girls stopped talking, turned and looked at me together, and then bust out laughing together….geesh…what was wrong with them?
I ignored them and ordered a drink, preferring to just stare at some SPGs with Ang Mohs at the bar counter.
When my drinks arrived, the 2 girls suddenly stood up, picked up their drinks, and walked over to me. With a giggle…again….each of them sat on each of my side, Tracy on the left and Belle on the right…
Hmm…what..the..??
T.B.C.
Sigh…hate Mondays…
Let me eat snake and write a bit……………..
Where were we? Oh yes, Living Room.
I tried to act nonchalant and normal, with the 2 giggly babes on my sides.
I have to say I was distracted by Belle a lot. She was wearing casual white blouse with a frilly collar and was quite lowly cut. Those boobs of hers creating the deep cleavage were just crying to be squeezed….
I starting to sip my drink and kept quiet, deciding to see what was going to happen.
The 2 girls were indeed quite high. Belle’s cheeks were blushed a cute shade of pink and Tracy was just grinning all the time, with a dreamy look in her eyes.
Though quieter than Bar None, the place was quite abuzz with activities and we had to raise our voices a little above normal decibels to be heard.
The 2 silly girls continued to ignore me and did not speak directly to me. Though on each of my sides, they leaned forward from the couch and continued their conversations literally in front of me. geesh…….
I did not really bother with what they were saying, though i did hear them playfully call each other ‘sluts’, and ‘bitch’……xiao cha bors….
They got tired after a while and leaned back to drink some more of those silly cocktails. I turned to look at Tracy. She looked into my eyes, winked and flushed me her trade mark dimpled smile. Turning to the other side, Belle quickly looked down at her drink, trying to avoid me catching her starring at Tracy flirting with me.
I chuckled to myself, shook my head in disbelief and lit another to fag.
Tracy at this moment leaned towards me and whispered into my ears.
‘I am tired of shouting. Tell Belle I think her jeans make her look fat.’ With that, she giggled and pecked me on my cheek.
WHAT THE!!!!!!!
I looked at her in disbelief and was going to retaliate when Belle this time leaned into me. Wasn’t sure whether it was deliberate, but this had the effect of nestling my upper arm quite a bit into her deep valley. The soft material of her blouse and thin (non-wired type) bra did nothing to hide the mass and softness of her awesome twin mounds.
‘What did she say?’ she sighed into my ears.
I coyly placed one hand on my laps to try to adjust my trouser tentage while stammering…‘I do not know what you school girls are up to…….and I feel silly……and…’
‘What did she say,’ she whispered again. This time I could feel her hot breath in my ear.
‘Er…that your jeans make you look fat…‘I smiled sheepishyly, noticing some ang mohs looking at me enviously.
‘That bitch,’ Belle uttered, but could not control her own giggles. ‘Tell her that I think she is just jealous with my full titties.’
‘Hey hey…’ I could not help laughing. ‘There is no way I am using that word. We guys call them boobs, or tits…..’
With that, Belle and I broke into laughter. Tracy looked at us slightly annoyed, pinched me on my arm and said,’ what the hell did she say?’
I turned to her, noticing that Belle had continued to cling onto my arm and nestled it deeper into her chest.
‘Er….well…that you are jealous of her boobs,’ I tried to put on a straight face. ‘You know?’ I uttered before Tracy could retaliate. ‘She is indeed kinda…er…..better endowed than you….’
Belle squealed out in drunken delight, glad that I sided with her, and planted a kiss on my cheek as well.
I swear, the waiter collecting our glasses at that moment looked like he wanted to punch me in the face, seeing me being sandwiched in such close proximity by 2 babes who are gorgeous in their respective own rights…
smoke break