Daniel’s POV:
Working for a living sucks assssss. I can’t imagine doing this when I’m all grown up. I don’t know when Vivian came up with this venture, but the shop was all renovated and rearing to go when we were called in to work the afternoon shift. It wouldn’t be so bad if Ben was not in on the job as well, but when my father got wind of the operation, he insisted Ben start working as well.
Now everyday after school Vivian would pick us four from school to bring to her shop. It was a soft opening, so we only opened until 7 in the evening. Not that it mattered. Business was slow. It was fine in the beginning. Then one asshole showed up, ordered a latte, sat in a corner and hogged all the internet bandwidth for a week, most probably by downloading torrents. Customers began requesting we reset the routers over and over until many finally got the message and stopped showing up.
The peak period for us would be around 5pm every other day when Vivian’s friends and acquaintances would show up for their post Pilates coffee. My mother would be one of them. She seemed genuinely concerned by how badly we were doing.
I, Ben, Adam, and Jason actually couldn’t care less. We were bored out of our minds. The faster this coffee shop meets the dust, the sooner I can return to my carefree life.
Since I was inherently less sociable, It was inevitable that Adam and Jason ended up chatting with Ben more often. They warmed up to him quickly enough. After a few days, I caught them huddled in a corner perusing something on Ben’s phone. When they saw me, they quickly straightened up and acted like they were up to nothing.
What the fuck?
It was a while later I overheard them talking when I was around a corner and out of sight.
“So… how do you do it?” Asked Jason.
“What do you mean?” Ben asked back.
“You know…” Adam said. “Get women to have sex with you.”
“Aiya. Hard to explain. Just pay more attention to them and the rest will come naturally.”
“Come on. That’s bullshit.”
“Hey, If you can get them to smile, you’re already half way there.”
“What we mean is how do we get them to change their minds?”
“About what?”
“Having sex with us.”
“Why would they need to change their minds? You got to get this straight. Women love to have sex too. They’re like you, constantly wondering how to get into your pants.”
“Yeah right.”
“Dude, I’m serious. Take your Aunt Vivian for example. She’s horny as hell.”
“Bullshit.”
“Not Bullshitting. Look at her running up and down, left and right, fetching you to school and back, opening and running a coffee shop, busy like hell.”
“Yeah. Busy like hell, where got time to think about sex?”
“Dude. She’s keeping herself busy precisely because she’s bored and horny. I’d bet my left nut that her husband isn’t satisfying her at home.”
I peeked around the corner and caught Adam and Jason glancing at each other, their eyes seeped with understanding.
“Makes sense…” Adam said.
“What does?” Ben asked.
Jason replied him, “Uncle Tim (Vivian’s husband) works for some engineering company. He often travels a lot. He’s on a trip right now. Will be back a month later I think.”
“There you go,” Ben replied, nodding sagely. “She’s not getting any back home. This is your chance you know?”
“Huh?” Adam and Jason said in unison.
“This is your chance to seduce your aunty.”
“Wha…” Adam was appalled. “No lah… Dude, she’s our aunt.”
“Eh, sorry. It’s just that from the way you guys keep checking her out behind her back, I was under the impression you guys are in love with her or something.”
At that moment, the brothers’ faces grew deep red.
“Aha! I knew it,” Ben exclaimed.
“Not like that la…” Jason said shyly. “We just think Aunty Vivian is really hot.”
Ben shrugged. “Well whatever. Right now your biggest obstacle is to get her to see you as more than just little boys. Get her to associate you with sex and her own imagination will do the rest.”
“How do we do that?” asked Adam.
“Get creative la. You need to expand effort on your part too.”
Ben walked away, leaving the brothers to crack their heads and hatch a plan.
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Meanwhile…
After clearing her desk, Florence gathered her things and stood up. Peter, her husband, whose desk was across the faculty room from hers saw her and signaled her to come to him.
“Going back liao?” He asked her as she approached. His eyes gave her a once over, enjoying the sight of her luscious slim curves under her tight mid-length skirt.
“Yes dear. I don’t have afternoon classes today. Thinking of going back and rest. I’ll pick you up after work.”
“Okay…” Peter replied. He playfully reached out to touch her butt.
“Wei, people see!” Florence said with a giggle. She quickly stepped back away from his reach.
“You look good today.”
“What do you mean? I dress like this every day.”
“Come let me have a closer look at you.”
“You ah… Not here. Wait until tonight can or not?”
“Then you better be ready tonight. You’ve been teasing me all morning.”
“Hmm? Really? I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Florence said as she bit her lower lip mischievously.
She headed for the exit, feeling her husband’s eyes on her until she stepped out of the door. It had been a good week for them both. When Ben stopped seeing her, a week ago, she had turned to her husband to quench her inflamed sexual desires. They made love almost every night for the past week.
Florence didn’t know why Ben suddenly lost interest in her. She was disturbed as much as she was relieved that he did. She had been desperate to end the affair anyway, but every time Ben came to see her, they ended up fucking each other’s brains out instead of breaking things off.
Perhaps this was for the best, she thought to herself as she walked up to her car. She had just slipped into the driver’s seat when her phone buzzed in her handbag. She took it out and saw that she had received a message from a phone-number she did not recognize. Instinctively, she opened the message.
What she saw shocked her to the core. Contained in the message was several pictures of her and Ben in the midst of an illicit encounter. The picture showed her in various stages of undress as she let Ben use her to sate his lust in the counseling room.
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed.
With trembling fingers, she scrolled through the pictures until she got to the text message.
‘Come to Block F now or I put these pictures online.’
Block F was the unused building behind the school. Florence knew she had no choice.
Florence had never realized how deserted the back of the school complex was. The classrooms of block F were choke full of dusty desks and chairs, many of which were broken or inadequate for use in some way. She walked past the first two classrooms, glancing nervously through several broken windows in search for whoever might be responsible for the damning pictures of her and her nephew.
As she approached the flight of stairs, her phone which she had been tightly gripping buzzed with a newly received message.
‘Middle classroom. Top floor,’ it read.
Her heart pounded against her chest as she slowly climbed up the stairs. She felt like she was having a panic attack.
The classroom in question was tightly closed off. The windows were still in good condition and the doors were shut. Florence’s hands trembled as she tried the doorknob. It was unlocked. Swallowing her fear, she opened the door.
The desks and chairs inside the classroom had been stacked high against the wall and windows, giving way to a large clearing in the middle of the room. Cigarette butts littered the floor along with plenty of balled up tissues. The smell of sex was as prominent as the stench of burnt tobacco. In the middle of the room, there was a single student desk and a chair. There was no one around.
Florence noticed that there were several items on the desk. After a short pause, she entered the room to take a closer look. Panic gripped her once more when she saw four set of metal handcuffs laid out neatly on the desk and two long and thin pink dildos, a smaller egg shaped vibrator, and a sleep mask arranged beside each other on the chair.
She froze, not knowing what to do until another message arrived.
‘Strip and put on each handcuffs around each of your wrists and ankles.’
‘Please don’t make me do this,’ she messaged back.
‘I’m not fucking around. Never make me ask you twice.’
Seeing no other alternative, Florence sobbed and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Even as she shook with fear, she realized her pussy was growing wet. Oh God, what is wrong with me, she wondered.
Her dark red nipples stiffened when exposed. She felt her heart race faster with each click of the handcuffs around her limbs. When she had done as the message had instructed, she stood there stupidly for several minutes until the next message arrived.
‘Are you done?’
‘Yes’ she replied the message.
‘You better not be lying or this school is going to have the biggest scandal it has ever seen.’
‘I’ve done as you asked.’
‘We’ll see. Put on the blindfold and bend over the desk. Don’t move until I tell you to or there will be hell to pay.’
Florence sobbed again when she read that. After she had somewhat calmed down, she did as instructed. Her heart was beating like crazy. Since she could no longer see a thing after donning the sleep mask, she pricked her ears to the sounds of her surroundings.
She picked up the footsteps first, approaching her softly from the direction of the door. She heard him carefully circle around the desk. Her ears burned with embarrassment of her naked body.
She felt a light tug on a cuff around her ankles and heard the click of it locking. The cuff on her other leg followed. The person had cuffed her ankles to the metal legs of the desk.
“Reach your hands down the table,” the person commanded.
Her heart sank when she didn’t recognize his voice. Up till now, she had been holding on to a small hope that it was Ben playing a prank on her. She let her hands hang from the top of the desk and felt the other ends of the cuffs around them clicking as they locked around the desk legs.
She was now fully bound over the desk, her head over one edge and her shapely butt bared from the other. The person came up to her front and adjusted the sleep mask on her eyes. She could hear his excitement in his own ragged breathing.
“Okay, let us begin,” the person mysteriously said. “State your name, your age, and your occupation.”
Florence was surprised at the request but complied quickly. “M-my name is Florence. F-florence Teo. I am 34 years old. I am a teacher.”
“Should a teacher seduce her own student?” The voice asked.
“No. I-I didn’t.”
She heard the sharp smack echo through the room even before she was aware of the stinging pain on her right ass cheek. It hurt terribly, so much so that she knew he must be using a cane or something.
“Answer my question you slut.”
“No. No a teacher shouldn’t.”
“Did you seduce your student?”
“No…” She replied.
Piak!
“Argh… Please,” Florence whimpered.
Piak!
“Oh, Ow!”
Piak!
“Don’t lie to me. Never lie to me,” The person growled.
“I-I’m sorry…” Florence replied tearfully. “Yes, yes, I seduced him.”
“I thought so. Can’t be helped because you’re just a helpless slut. Isn’t that right?”
“No…”
Piak!
“You still want to deny? How many times did you do it with him?”
“Please… I don’t know.”
Piak! Piak! Piak!
“Owww! Please stop…”
Piak! Piak! Piak!
“T-t-ten times. Maybe more…” She gasped.
“Ten? That’s very bad. I’m going to punish you for it Miss Florence,” He said.
“Oh God. Please, no more.”
She felt him press something long and hard on her left untouched butt cheek. Inwardly she was relieved that he was sparing her right one which was very sore and burning hot.
“Three stokes for each time you were bad,” he said.
Florence began to cry.
“I want you to count each stroke to three. After every third stroke, I will stop for five seconds and you must declare that you’ve been a bad slut and you must thank me and ask me to continue with the punishment. Every time you fail to do this, I will add another three strokes to your punishment total.”
Florence whimpered and braced herself.
Piak! “Ah!” Piak! “Oh!” Piak!
“I-I-I’ve been a very bad slut. T-thank you for punishing me. Please continue…”
Piak! Piak! Piak!
“I’m a bad slut. Thank you for the punishment. Please continue with the punishment.”
And so it went on until Florence had taken 30 lashes to her left butt cheek. In the end she was panting, covered in a sheen of sweat, with copious juices running down her legs. She shuddered when she felt his fingers prodding her wet vagina.
“You’re wet. Your cunt is even redder than your ass by now. What’s the meaning of this?” He asked.
“I’m sorry…” Florence whimpered. Her face grew hotter than it already was with embarrassment.
“Can’t be helped. Of course a slut like you has a slutty pussy. Isn’t that right?”
“Y-yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes I have a slutty pussy.”
“Does your slutty pussy want to get fucked?”
Florence hesitated.
Piak!
“Ah! Yes! My slutty pussy wants to get fucked,” she cried.
“Of course it does. It wants a big hard cock, isn’t that right?”
“Yes…”
“Beg me for my cock you slut. Beg me like you mean it.”
“P-please. Please, I need your cock.”
“Eh? Why should I give it to you?”
“Please, I need it. I need it in my pussy. Please give it to me,” she said, panting hard.
Even though she was being forced to say these things, it wasn’t completely false. Florence’s body was burning hot with arousal. Her pussy throbbed badly with need. She had stopped wondering why she was being turned on by this person’s abuse and started to surrender to her lust.
“Please fuck my slutty pussy. Please!” She begged hotly.
“I don’t just fuck any skank I come across. I only fuck sluts who are my personal property. Is that what you’re asking? You want to be my personal slut? Miss Florence?”
“Yes… Yes, make me your slut.”
“As my slut, you must swear never to disobey me.”
“I… I swear.”
“You are never to let anyone use your slut-holes without my permission.”
“Yes… I won’t”
“Your body belongs exclusively to me.”
“My body belongs to you,” Florence said, panting hard.
“Okay. You can be my slut. I am you Master. You’re still not getting my cock for free though.”
Florence felt something hot and hard smack on her face. It smelt of masculine sweat and sex.
“Suck you master’s cock, slut. Make sure you do a good job.”
No sooner than florence had opened her mouth, she felt something pushed into her mouth. Her heart raced when she felt how thick it was. She proceeded to suck on it.
The person began running his fingers through her hair as she tried to bob her head to move her lips along his cock. It wasn’t easy given her restrained position, and her neck quickly became sore. The person became impatient. Grabbing her by her hair, he began fucking her mouth.
He came several minutes later. Florence managed to swallow some, but spilled most of his thick, hot cum on to the floor.
“That was a pretty lousy blowjob,” the person said.
Florence panted to catch her breath. She wondered what would come next. After a brief pause, she felt something prodding her sensitive pussy lips. Caught off guard, she moaned. Something long and hard was pushed inside her pussy. Thanks to the copious amount of juices she was leaking, it slid in easily. Florence immediately noticed that it was not as thick as the cock that had just blew a load in her mouth. Then she remembered the dildos she had seen on the chair.
The person fucked her slow with the toy, causing her to grind her butt, trying to hump back.
“You want to cum slut?” He asked.
“Yes… Yes please,” she said.
“Beg for it.”
“Please make me cum. Please…”
“Beg like the slut you are.”
“Oh please. My slutty pussy needs to cum. Please make your slut cum. Please make your slut cum.”
The man grunted with satisfaction and began pumping the dildo in and out of her red engorged pussy at a higher pace and force. Florence lost herself in moaning and squealing until she successfully achieved a shuddering orgasm.
Florence lost track of time and her orgasms as the person continued to torture her with the dildos and vibrator. He used her mouth another three times along the way to sate his own lust.
When it finally ended, Florence lay there wheezing and basking in the glow of satisfaction for some time.
“Don’t move until I am gone,” the person said.
Florence just lay limply over the desk as she felt the cuffs being unlocked. Then she heard the footsteps slowly drift away.
When she was sure the person was gone, she cautiously tried to lift her hands. The cuffs slid off her wrists. She found that her ankles were free too. She weakly struggled to stand up before lifting the sleep mask over her eyes.
The dildos and vibrator were still on the chair and the handcuffs lay on the floor by the table, the keys in their holes. She sat on the edge of the desk in a daze and continued to catch her breath. The buzz of her phone on her pile of clothes caught her attention. She went over to pick it up. It was another message, but it was no longer anonymous. The person must have added himself to her phone’s contact list when she was still tied up. The message now showed the sender as ‘Master R.’
She opened the message.
‘Take good care of your toys, slut. I’ll be back to train you some more.’
“Flo, Hei!”
Florence snapped out of her thoughts. She was at May’s house, nursing a steaming cup of tea.
“Are you feeling alright?” May asked.
“Er, yes. Why do you ask?”
Florence suddenly felt a hand on her forehead. It belonged to Corina who sat to her right.
“I think you may be coming down with fever,” Corina said.
“No-no-no, I’m quite alright,” Florence insisted.
But Corina was right, her face was glowing with warmth, though not from fever. It was from remembering her encounter and treatment from Master R last week. Though she was relieved the guy never called again, her body couldn’t hep but respond heatedly to the memories of the experience.
“There is seriously something wrong with me,” Florence mumbled.
“Sorry?” Corina asked.
“Nothing. What were we talking about?”
“Ben,” May said.
Florence felt her heart skip a beat. “Er, what about Ben?” she asked.
“I’m thinking I need to have a serious talk with him about er…”
“Sex?”
“Y-y-yes. Sex.” May stammered.
Florence giggled. May was such a bashful creature. Florence remembered the time back in Langkawi when May got so drunk that she ended up sucking Ben’s cock. Did May even remember it? Did she hook up with Ben? Probably not. Florence remembered that night when they were all drunk. Ben had came to her room and fucked the shit out of her. So between us three, Florence thought, only Corina and I have a pretty good idea what a sex fiend our nephew is.
“You know May,” Florence said. “Ben probably already knows more about sex than the three of us combined.”
Corina giggled at that.
May blushed. “I mean he really needs to learn how to behave himself properly. Can’t you talk to him Flo? You’re a student counsellor.”
Florence felt another blush coming to her cheeks. “Er, I’m afraid Ben won’t listen to me,” she said. You’re probably the only person he’ll listen to.
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” May said with a sigh.
And he’ll probably end up teaching sex to you instead of the other way round, Florence thought.
At that moment, the ladies heard a clamor of voices at the front door.
“Speak of the devil,” Florence said.
“The boys must be back from work,” May added.
“Erm,” Corina said. “I think I should go.”
“But you’ve only just got here,” May replied.
“It would be awkward, you know, after Langkawi,” Corina said nervously.
“Ben has never properly apologized to you and Gary has he?” May asked.
“I don’t think that is a good idea. Apologies aside, Gary would throw a fit if he even knew I was here for tea.”
“That’s crazy, are we supposed to stop hanging out just because of one mistake?”
Corina didn’t get to answer because Ben and Daniel had come up to them.
“Hello aunty Flo, aunty Cor,” Ben and Daniel greeted.
“Hello boys,” Florence greeted back, but Corina remained silent.
Sensing tension in the air, Daniel immediately excused himself to go shower. Ben was about to do the same but May cleared her throat.
“Ben,” May called out, “Don’t you have something to say to your aunt Corina?”
“Ish, May, it’s okay!” Corina said, her face reddening.
“Er…” Ben said.
“Well?” May insisted.
“Long time no see?”
“Ben!”
“Huh? Oh, uh… You’re looking as beautiful as ever?”
“Ben!!!”
“Okay, well, I gotta go, bye! Nice seeing you again aunty Cor, you should come visit more often.”
With that, Ben raced up the stairs, leaving the women staring open mouthed.
“He’s incorrigible,” Florence said.
“I’m going to straighten him out,” May fumed.
The ladies finished up their chat and tea.
“I’ll give you a lift home Flo,” Corina offered.
“Oh, it’s okay. Peter should be almost done with work. He can come get me,” Florence replied.
“That could take an hour or more. It’s almost peak traffic time.”
“Oh, okay then. Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
In Corina’s car, Florence texted her husband.
Flo:
Corina giving me a lift. Take your time.”
Peter:
That’s great. I might be a little late got a ton of homework to mark.
Flo:
I thought that was what you were going to do in the afternoon.
Peter:
I was, but something came up. You won’t believe who I caught loitering behind the shed near the football field.
Flo:
Who?
Peter:
Who else? Raju and Johan lah. They were smoking and perusing smutty magazines.
Flo:
Oh dear. Those two again. I’ll have to talk to them again after the weekend.
Peter:
Don’t bother. It’s obvious counseling doesn’t work on these two. They only understand one thing. The feeling of a long thin cane on their skin.
Flo:
Dear, studies have shown that corporal punishment doesn’t work.
Peter:
Those psychologists who spend all their time buried in books and experiments and not dealing with problematic kids everyday don’t know a thing. Trust me, caning works. I’m going to whip them in front of the school assembly tomorrow.
Florence cringed visibly. She didn’t condone public humiliation either but she didn’t bother letting her husband know. He seemed to have his mind set in stone.
“Something wrong?” Corina asked, glancing at her from the driver’s seat.
“Problematic kids at school.”
Corina smiled. “If there weren’t any, you’d be out of a job.”
“Hey, counseling is just my side gig. I teach too okay?”
Florence’s phone sounded off another message. She glanced down and froze.
It was a message from Master R.
“Flo, are you really okay?” Corina asked.
“Huh? Yeah, I-I’m great,” Florence replied. Her eyes never left her phone screen as if she could not believe the notification displayed there.
“You look really pale and you kept spacing out today. I think you should get yourself checked over the weekend. Do you have a doctor? I can recommend one.”
“I’m okay Cor. Really. I just need to relax a little. Haha,” Florence said. With trembling fingers, she opened the message on her phone.
Master R:
Where are you slut?
Florence nervously replied the text.
Flo:
I’m on my way home.
Master R:
No you’re not. Go to this location. (He gives an address.)
Flo:
I can’t. I’m travelling in a friend’s car.
Master R:
Bitch, I don’t want to hear excuses. Figure it out. And bring the toys.
Flo:
I don’t have the things with me!
Master R:
You’re really getting on my nerves. Have you forgotten about the pictures?
Flo:
No, please leave me alone.
Master R:
Not a chance. Since you don’t have my things with you, there needs to be a change of plans. Here is a new address. Message me when you get there, or else…
Florence stifled a sob. She didn’t want Corina to know about her predicament. She studied the address Master R had provided. Actually it was more of a name than an address. Florence recognized the name of the megamall.
“Erm, Corina?” Florence said. “Could you drop me off at the mall instead? Peter is coming home late tonight, so I think I’ll just take the opportunity to unwind.”
“Oh, okay, sure. Which mall?”
Florence told her.
“I would come with you, but my kids will be finished with tuition soon,” Corina said.
“It’s okay. Maybe next time,” Florence replied, secretly relieved.
Corina dropped her off at the northern entrance of the mall. Florence waved goodbye and waited until she drove out of sight before messaging again.
Flo:
I’m at the mall.
Master R:
Good. Go to the video game shop next to the food court on the top floor. You can’t miss it.
Florence found the shop where the message said it would be. It was mainly deserted save for a couple of bored shop attendants behind the glass counters. One was a middle aged man and the other was much younger. They perked up when Florence entered their shop’s premises. Florence pretended to browse the items on the shelf while messaging Master R.
Flo:
I’m here.
Master R:
OK. Now listen very carefully. Go up to the taukay and ask to see his ‘special’ stock.
Flo:
What are you trying to make me do?
Master R:
Nothing too illegal. LOL.
Florence walked up to the counter and greeted the middle aged dude who had been eyeing her the whole time as if disbelieving an attractive woman like her had walked into nerd territory. Florence was wearing her tight white blouse and grey pencil skirt from work. She looked no different from an office lady, which for some reason seemed to have an effect on the strange man.
“Er,” Florence said, hesitating. “I-I would like to see your special stock.”
If the man’s eye slits weren’t so small, his eyes would have popped out and roll around on the counter. Florence began to worry. What if it’s drugs? She thought. Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?
The man glanced around the shop with his shifty small eyes. There wasn’t any other patrons but her. He then produced a cardboard folder and spread them before Florence who felt her face flush when she saw what sort of products the ‘special stock’ consisted of.
Her phone sounded off another message.
Master R:
Buy a blindfold, a pair of handcuffs, and a bottle of lubricant.
Florence gulped as she repeated the order. She almost balked when she saw the tallied price of almost 200 Ringgit. The guy must have saw the look on her face and he replaced the solid handcuffs with velcro straps. Still, the price was over 150, but Florence quickly paid and got out of there. Inwardly she was thankful she hadn’t been ordered to purchase a dildo, or any of the other hundred more obscene toys for that matter.
Flo:
I’ve bought it.
Master R:
Good girl. Now I’m going to send you a picture. You are going to go to a lingerie shop and show it to the attendant and then buy it if they have it or just take anything similar. Use their changing rooms to put it on right away. Do it quick, you’ve wasted enough time already.
Florence groaned with horror when Master R’s picture came through. It showed the front and back of a full bodied woman wearing a ridiculously small g-string. only a tiny triangle of sheer material covered her woman parts at the front, just barely, while at her back, only a single strap lined over her butt cleft to another sheer triangle above her butt. Florence thought she was going to die from shame when she flashed the picture to a store attendant minutes later.
Thankfully, the female attendant didn’t seem to judge. She smiled and went off to find something suitable for Florence. The attendant quickly returned with something similar to the picture. The only difference was that it wasn’t of sheer material. The small triangles were white with a logo on the back. The string was black and of a comfortably soft and elastic material. The top was similarly two white triangles and a tangle of black straps which Florence suspected would just be enough to cover her nipples and nothing else.
She sighed and paid for it without bothering to make a scene about the price. She then asked the attendant if she could use their changing room.
As soon as she finished redressing, Florence messaged Master R.
Flo:
What now?
She was momentarily aware of the warm slipperiness between her thighs. Without proper panties soaking up her juices, her pussy was making a small mess down there. She became worried that it would cause a dark wet spot to appear behind her grey skirt. Should have gone with black, she thought to herself.
Master R:
Take a pic of yourself wearing the thong and send it to me.
Flo:
No. No more pictures.
Master R:
Don’t worry, you can leave your face out. Just show me your pussy.
Florence sighed again with exasperation. Slowly, she pulled up her skirt to reveal her thong clad crotch to the mirror and snapped a quick pic. “Oh God,” she said to herself and send the picture off.
Master R:
Nice. I love shaved pussies. They look amazing in thongs. Take one more pic of your cute butt and then go to the car park above. Look for the R5-117 space and get into the backseat of the car there. It will be unlocked.
Resigned, Florence snapped another picture of her behind and sent it off. Then she exited the changing room and headed for the elevators.
When she finally found the vehicle, Florence just stood there and stared at it. It was a brown BMW X5 with tinted windows and it was parked in a quiet corner of the carpark. The SUV stared ominously back at her. Florence couldn’t make out if anyone was inside the vehicle thanks to its mirror tinted windows. She thought such tinting was banned in Malaysia but obviously, some people were above the law. The thought made her shudder. What kind of people was she dealing with here?
Florence took a long deep breath and then walked up to the car. She nervously opened the rear car door and looked in. There was no one inside. She entered and sat on the seat, closing the door behind her. Then she messaged Master R again.
Florence:
I’m here.
MasterR:
Good girl. Now sit in the middle and put on your blindfold. Then handcuff your hands behind your back.
Florence had expected as much. She struggled with the handcuffing part and then sat back and awaited her fate. It took longer than she expected before she heard the door on her left opening. Master R was probably careful, making sure she wasn’t pulling any stunts. To her surprise, she heard the door opening to her right also. In an instant, she felt presences on both of her sides and the two doors slammed shut.
“Oi,” an extremely hoarse voice to Florence’s right said. “Don’t close the door so hard. This is my father’s car you know?”
“Dude,” Master R’s voice said to Florence’s left. “What’s with the voice?”
“It’s my batman voice.”
“What the fuck?”
“I thought we should disguise our voices.”
Florence began to panic. She struggled to free herself, but as it turns out, velcros are a bitch.
“Oi, oi, oi. Stay still,” Master R said.
“Why is there another person with you?” Florence demanded. “You said you wouldn’t tell anyone.”
“It’s cool. This is my friend. You can call him Master J.”
“Let go of meeee… Help!” Florence screeched.
“Jeez. I didn’t discipline you for one week and you turn out like this. Ok fine, I’m sending the pictures to everyone I know,” said Master R.
“No, please. I-I understand.”
“Dude,” Master J said. “Kesian la her.”
“What the fuck? You got feelings for her issit?” Master R said.
“No lah, but I’m more of a lover that a sadist.”
There was an awkward silence.
“Man, I’m beginning to regret inviting you,” Master R said. “I thought you wanted revenge.”
“Dude,” replied Master J, “I thought we were just going to slash his tires or something.”
Florence tried to focus on their words. What were they saying? Revenge? Slash HIS tires? Was this about her husband? “W-who are you? Why do you want revenge against my husband?” She cried out.
“Shit!,” Master R said. “Enough talk. It’s time for payback.”
Master R pulled Florence’s head to his lap. She felt something hot slap rudely on her cheek. “Suck it bitch,” he said.
Meanwhile, at the Ting household…
Daniel:
There was a knock on my door. it opened and my mother’s head popped in. “I’m going to Tesco to buy a few things, want to come?” she asked.
“I’ll come with you!” Ben said as he launched himself off the bed.
“Daniel?” My mother asked.
“Uh, not thanks,” I replied.
As soon as Ben went out. I booted up the computer and opened the incognito window on google chrome. Privacy is hard to come by these days and one has to make the most of it. As my favourite porn streaming website materialized on my browser, I had a nagging feeling that I might have made a huge mistake. Then I was greeted with a thumbnail of a busty blonde being stuffed with cocks and the thought slipped my mind.
What’s the worse that can happen?
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Meanwhile, in an obscure corner in the shopping mall carpark…
Florence felt the fat tip of hard meat slip between her lips. A pair of hands pushed down on the back of her head making her gag. She obediently sucked on Master R’s cock for several minutes. Then she felt Master J’s hands squeezing her tight bum. His hands slid down her thighs and pushed up her tight grey skirt over her nicely curved ass.
“Wow,” She heard Master J say and then felt his hands on her thonged bottom.
She moaned with a mouth full of dick despite herself.
“She’s hot,” Master J said.
“Yeah she is,” Master R said, “Check her slutty pussy. I bet she’s wet.”
To Florence’s great embarrassment, Master J slipped two fingers into her slit and discovered she was indeed soaked. He then fingered her, causing her to squirm some more.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” said Master J.
“You want to go first?” asked Master R.
“Er, sure.”
They flipped Florence to her back with her head on Master R’s lap and her legs raised up high that she could feel her feet brushing against the vehicle’s ceiling. Florence was taken completely by surprise when instead of being brutally penetrated, she felt something lodge between her thighs and something hot slipping into her pussy. It caused her to arch her back and moan.
“Ew,” Master R said. “I didn’t know you like eating pussy.”
“She smells good,” Florence heard Master J reply from between her legs. “Tastes fantastic too.”
Master J resumed licking. Florence began to pant and moan. For a moment, she forgot that she was tied up in a car at the mercy of two possibly dangerous men.
“Yeah, you like that you slut?” Master R asked.
Florence felt fingers on her chest slowly popping the buttons on her blouse. Her chest was soon exposed and Master R easily pushed one of the tiny triangles of her top aside to expose her nipple. Like the tiny thong she wore below, her top seemed to be made to yield to invasion. Master R groped both of her petite breasts, occasionally tweaking her nipples. Under the two pronged assault, her senses quickly became overwhelmed and she came.
“Goddamn, she’s sexy,” Master J said.
The two guys looked down at Florence’s disheveled state. They admired her slim petite body in her new g-string undergarments and felt their erections throb at the sight.
This was going to be a long night.
“Heh,” said Master R. “I’ll go get some smokes and drinks. Take your time.”
With that, he exited the vehicle and made for the elevators.
Inside the car, Master J eased Florence to her back on the seats and parted her legs. “I’m putting my dick in okay Miss Teo?”
What did he just call me? Florence thought to herself. Then he felt his cock slowly push into her pussy, stretching her wide.
“Ugh! Oh My God!” She gasped.
“Yeah, it’s pretty big. Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.”
“Argh! Ugh! Uhhh!”
“That’s it baby, it’s going in.”
“God, slower, please, slower.”
“Okay, okay, fuck you’re tight.”
“Aaaaahhhh…”
Florence hadn’t felt a cock this size in her since Ben, and that was some time ago. True to his word, Master J took it slow. With each thrust he buried more of his meat into her until he was finally buried to the hilt. Then he fucked her slowly, whispering soothing words to her. Not that Florence was listening. Suddenly all she could perceive was the immense pleasure Master J’s cock was delivering with each thrust.
“Oh, god, oh, god, I’m cumming,” Florence declared soon after.
Master J paused the moment he felt her orgasmic contractions around his cock. Florence moaned and shuddered beneath him.
He glanced down at his thick cock half buried in her smooth shaven pussy which was barely covered by her thong. Fuck, this was too hot. He was definitely going to take his time to savor this.
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Meanwhile, on the highway somewhere…
The small talk had run out. Ben wrecked his head to find something else to say while May focused on driving. He wondered why was he even mincing words. He had always been a boy of action.
May was wearing an emerald green silk blouse and black shorts. Her rather dark attire contrasted sharply with her milky white skin, especially her long shapely thighs. Ben stole a glance at his aunt’s legs for what must be the hundredth time. They had to be the most enticing things he had seen in a long time.
He moved his hand across the gap of their seats and placed his hand on top of the pale flesh of her mid-thigh.
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Jeng, jeng, jeng….
“B-Ben? What are you doing?” May asked.
Ben didn’t answer. He didn’t move his hand away either.
“Ben, stop that. Later we get into accident.”
That got his attention and he removed his hand. The rest of the drive was spent in awkward silence. Well, it was only truly silent if the two ignore their hearts pounding in their ears. May parked at the open car park outside the hypermart. She hopped out of the car and went into the motions of locking the doors. Her mind was racing with thoughts. What just happened?
She failed to notice Ben had came over from the other side of the vehicle. He hugged her gently from behind.
“Ben!” She cried.
“Let’s stay here for awhile aunty May. It’s so long since we have any time to ourselves.”
“What are you talking about?”
Ben kissed the back of her neck. “I’ve missed you.”
May struggled and pushed him away. She noticed the shocked and hurt expression on his face. “What has gotten into you?” She asked.
“I… I thought… after Langkawi…”
Langkawi? May thought.
“I thought after we… you know…” Ben said.
May felt a thunderbolt run down her spine. Some of her memories of Langkawi were rather fuzzy, but she could roughly remember a few saucy moments. Because the memories weren’t clear she had always dismissed it as some odd dream.
“Oh my God,” May exclaimed. “Ben, did we…”
Ben bobbed his head up and down with as much sincerity he could muster.
May felt the world spin under her. This was a nightmare. All this time she had secretly been judging Corina for ending up in her predicament while she was no better. “Oh no…” she groaned.
Ben leaned towards her and tried to kiss her on the mouth.
“Ben, nooo…” May said as she tried to push him back.
“Eh? Why not? It’s been so long.”
“We can’t.”
Ben put on his hurt face again. “I-Is there someone else?” he asked.
“What kind of question is that? Of course there’s someone else. I’m married remember? To your uncle!”
“Oh,” Ben said, looking relieved.
“Oh your head! Have a little more respect.”
Ben pouted and took her hand. He pulled her towards the hypermart building like a little boy eager to visit the toy aisle. May sighed as she allowed herself to be led away. Sometimes Ben would just melt her heart this way.
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‘Pap, Pap, Pap, Pap….”
“Ughhhhhh…” Florence moaned. She felt another orgasm building. She was across the backseat on her elbows and knees and Master J had been pounding her pussy from behind for god knows how long. She had lost count of how many times she came and her shoulders ached and trembled from being in this position for too long.
Master J began grunting and thrusting faster, pushing her over the edge and making her cum. upon feeling her tight cunt clench orgasmically around his girth, Master J moaned and spewed his hot load deep inside her pussy.
“Phew,” Master J said. He promptly pulled his dick out and spread the lips of her well fucked cunt to watch his cum dribble out of her. “O shit, it’s getting on the seats. My dad’s gonna kill me,” he suddenly said.
Florence collapsed in a trembling heap on the leather seats while Master J seemed to rummage around for something. After a while, Florence felt him part her legs and started to rub her sensitive pussy with something soft. He was cleaning her up with tissues.
“Please let me go…” Florence said weakly.
“Er… sure, sure. Just wait, The other guy probably wants to fuck you as well.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Me? Er… peer pressure.”
“How old are you?”
“Uh… 30?”
“I don’t think so. You’re a student from the school I teach right?”
“Errrr… No?”
“And you have a grudge against my husband?”
“No, no, nothing like that,” Master J said, clearly panicking.
“Oh my God! R and J? Are you Johan?”
“Shit.”
“Uncuff me this instant!” Florence screamed.
“Okay! Okay! Calm down!”
Johan undid the velcro straps behind her back. Florence immediately tore off the blindfold. Sure enough, Johan was sitting next to her looking sheepish.
“You!” She said.
“I-I’m sooooorry Miss Teo….”
“You think you can get away with just an apology?!!”
Something long and stiff was bobbing from Johan’s crotch. Florence glanced down at his thick virile cock which seemed to have found new life.
“Sorry,” Johan said. “You’re so hot when you’re angry.”