I had a black armband around my arm and I had gelled my hair back in a slick Shanghai Tang manner.
I went straight to Siti who was standing at the doorway to the private room Mr Chan booked.
I smiled and nodded at Siti
James : Siti…
Siti : James …
She nodded to a table of 4, set specially near a makeshift stage in the room.
She gave me a wink and asked me to prepare to treat her for lunch soon.
By 7.30pm, most of the colleagues were here except Joan.
I did text her but got no reply.
7.40pm
I felt my breath leave my lungs against my will when I saw Joan that evening.
Several heads turned as they looked over at the entrance.
Joan had a white fur coat over her shoulder and that was the first time I saw her with full makeup.
Her eyes were beautifully drawn, her features of the face brought out to an amazing detail by her choice of makeup. Her lips, a deep shade of red.
Her hair, she must have spared no expense on her hair.
It was not something she could have done on her own.
It was neatly styled in the 60s style, not unlike those you see in old posters. The intricate curls, the neat hairpins.
I felt my hand shiver as I saw the cheongsum she wore that day.
It was white, with threads of gold details running around the beautiful coloured prints.
The butterfly knots near her collar bone and neck were black in colour, matching the pair of black pearl earrings she was wearing
She looked around the room before settling her gaze on Siti.
She checked her seat and she was allocated to one with a table of 8 a distance away from me.
As she distanced herself from the crowd at the entrance, I saw for the first time how good her figure was, the tight cut of the Cheongsum plastered itself tightly to Joan, every curve, every bump laid bare for all to see.
I saw the pair of heels which instantly gave me an erection and I had to adjust myself in my seat.
It was about 2 inch high, with details formed by beads to resemble a cloud. I could see her toe cleavage as she sat down at her seat.
The moment she say down, I almost broke the handle of my seat when I saw the slit by the side of her legs for the first time.
I looked at my other colleagues.
The group of guys just fell silent for a good 10 seconds, staring at Joan.
I saw her looked my way, and our eyes met.
For that brief 1 second we looked at each other.
Then in a stuck up manner, she looked away and started chatting with the rest of the colleagues.
I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and took deep breathes.
It’s just my mind.
It’s only my mind playing tricks on me.
8.00pm
Dinner commenced and Mr Chan gave a simple speech.
I shared the table with 2 other guys, Peter and Patrick.
Mr Chan spoke nothing about work for the 1st hour of the dinner.
By 9pm, he started talking about projects, timelines and the direction the company is heading for the new year.
9.30pm
We ended the dinner at 9.30 to proceed to a pub operated by Mr Chan’s brother in law just across the road.
He had booked the whole place for us and drinks were on tab.
Mr Chan : No one leaves here sober tonight…..except Muslim staff of course….
There was a live band, and together with a MC, they held the company lucky draw.
Everyone was a winner, with prizes ranging from ipads to a staycation for 2 at Raffles hotel.
I won myself a 10gm gold bullion by credit Suisse.
When the live band stopped playing at 10.30pm, several colleagues were high enough to head up to the small stage to sing.
Classics like , 上海滩，夜上海，rang out in the background as we drank, chatted and had fun.
11pm
At least half of the office started to file out, especially those with family and kids, leaving only the younger crowd behind.
The lights were dimmed.
The pub grew quieter.
I went to the bartender and asked for a particular bottle behind the counter.
He hesitated, raised the bottle towards Mr Chan waiting for his nod before passing me the bottle.
I took 2 glass and place that 21 year old Hibiki at the table beside Mr Chan.
I poured both of us a glass and I thanked him for all the opportunities he had given to me thus far.
We chatted for 5 minutes before Mr Chan lighted up a cigarette.
I joined him, inhaling and feeling the rush of nicotine into my bloodstream after having stopped for so long.
I almost dropped my cigarette after I took the 1st puff.
My greatest fear had come true.
For the entire evening, I did not dare to look at Joan.
I did not dare to look at the direction where she sat.
I did not speak with her the entire evening.
Even at the pub, I chose a seat and orientate myself away from her.
I even tried to shut her voice out from my head.
I had to.
Because if I don’t, I know I would not make it through the night.
But it was too late.
All my effort went down the drain.
I saw Joan stepped up the stage and spoke to the live band who was getting ready for their second set.
Several colleagues cheered, Mr Chan whistled, clapping with the cigarette in his hand, dropping ashes everywhere.
I felt that cold chill run down my spine as Joan gave me a look.
A look that I would always remember.
I could feel my heart rate rising as I watch her slowly put her lips to the mic.
Joan : 可不可以。。。。你也会想。。。。起我。。。~~~
As her voice echoed and sounded out in the pub, everyone fell silent.
No one spoke.
No one cheered.
No one moved.
Joan was looking straight at me and i closed my eyes immediately.
With my eyes closed, my ears was filled with her mesmerising voice.
By the time the song ended, there was a second of silence before a standing ovation from everyone in the pub.
I followed the crowd too, standing up and putting my hands together.
Joan gave a sweet bow and walked off the stage.
I excused myself to the bathroom
i needed to wash my face.
When i emerged, it turns out that Joan was waiting for her turn at the shared bathroom.
We did not speak.
She walked right by me, her body brushing against my along the tight corridor and i could feel her slipping something into my pocket.
I heard her go into the bathroom and bolted the door.
I reached into my pocket and i felt my legs went soft.
It must be the whiskey…. it’s too strong.
I staggered back to my seat and poured myself another drink and pulled out the card Joan dropped into my pocket.
It’s a room key for hotel a mere 10 minute walk away.
I made up my mind as i drained my glass.
That night, I want to be Tony Leung.
Joan can be Tang Wei.
Apologies…. some issues cropped up.
Colleague took my machine yesterday.
Hope she did not surf through all the miscellaneous folders.
Will update soon.
cheers
ilock
The moment Joan got back to her seat, I saw a few of my other male colleagues rearranging the tables, pulling theirs over to hers to form this cluster.
Since the group left was already quite small, everyone gathered around Joan’s table.
Mr Chan was the first to ask for a picture with Joan and she was sporting enough to pose for it.
Can you image what was going through my mind when I stood a few metres away from this scene ?
Mr Chan sat on the low arm chair, his legs crossed and he clasped his hands in from of himself. He had the look that just tell everyone that he’s the boss.
Joan adjusted her Cheongsum a little so it’s not that tight when she sat on the right arm of the arm chair.
She tilted her left shoulder forward, turned her head a little and posed in such a seductive pose that invited whistles and cheers from a few other colleagues.
Junwei, our openly gay colleague was the one who took the pictures for Mr Chan and after a few poses and shots, he immediately went over to show him.
I could see Mr Chan reaching for his reading glasses, holding the phone a little further away from himself before asking Junwei to send it to him.
That sparked off a frenzy of photo requests by other colleagues.
I sipped my drink and just observed what was going on.
Joan took selfies and we-fies with the group, perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps it was the relaxed atmosphere, everyone was having fun, laughing and posing.
From the typical triad pose, to the trio of slutty looking girls Joan did with a couple of female colleagues, they tried everything.
Junwei was the one who took things to the next level so to speak.
Being openly gay, he was the unofficial ‘sister’ in the company. I watched him head over to Joan and put his arms around her shoulders.
There was nothing sleazy about it, it’s just something very sisterly.
Their faces plastered against each other and they did those typical lip pouting and cam whoring shots, laughing and checking the camera after each shot.
I went over too and asked for a picture like every other colleague.
Joan agreed and I passed Junwei my phone.
I placed my hand around Joan’s waist as we posed for the picture.
Then what Joan did caught me totally by surprise.
She told Junwei to hold the shot while she openly held my index finger with 2 fingers and dropped my hand off her waist.
It was such an obvious move that several colleague saw and laughed.
“ Oei… James…. Drink too much ah ? “
“ Hoei…. Tiko Pek ah “
“ Wah… James….don’t try to eat tofu leh “
These were some of the comments that were shouted towards me.
Even Mr Chan laughed and asked if I had too much to drink
Mr Chan : Eh James…. Don’t get too touchy ah…. I don’t want any incident.
Can you for a moment imagine what I was feeling at that point in time.
The rage, the level of horniness I had in me was unprecedented. It was so bad that I felt criminal.
I want to really rip the Cheongsum off Joan, push her head down onto my manhood.
I want to hear her moan my name, begging for me to fuck her.
It was such a weird mix of erotic emotions that I found it hard to even pen it down.
Joan had this neutral yet bordering along the line of haughty look on her face that evening.
Joan : James ~~~… don’t be naughty ah … haha.
You know the feeling you get when you look at this hot colleague of yours in office that you fantasised about ?
The one that always dresses well, can get a little loud at times, always on good terms with everyone, sometimes if she needed a favour, she’ll throw a flirt or 2 your way.
The one you know it’s really quite impossible to get yet you still fantasised about grabbing her and giving her a good fuck.
Not really the office slut, but more of the one male colleagues would talk and gossip about over coffee, throwing a couple of fantasy scenarios out just for kicks.
I was really having mixed feelings looking at how Joan was behaving towards me.
I’ve never wanted her so much before.
It was like I’m craving for her touch.
I felt this helpless sense of regret that I had taken the bait.
I took a few pictures, smiled and tried to keep my composure.
I even apologised for stepping out of boundary.
James : My sincere apologies Joan….
She gave me a slight bow before getting back to the rest of the colleagues, continuing with the pictures, the games and the drinks.
23rd Feburary 2013
12.20am
Mr Chan said his goodbyes and asked us to enjoy ourselves. A couple of colleagues left too, leaving less than 7 of us.
By 1 am, we were all ready to go.
Patrick even took his chance and asked if he could send Joan back.
She politely declined and said she’s got other plans.
By then, I could not remember how many times my erection came and went.
I was about to head over to talk to Joan when she surprised me again.
She went ahead and hopped onto a cab, waving goodbye to the rest of the colleagues and left.
I bade my farewells and immediately set off for the hotel on foot.
When I stepped into merchant court, I was perspiring, tried, thirsty and outright horny.
I took out my key card and was about to head to the lift when I realised that no room number was provided for me.
I immediately dialled Joan’s number.
James : Ok… you win…. Where are you ?
Joan : I’m….. in the hotel of course… where are you ?….
I told her I’m at the lobby and asked for the room number.
If I thought she was playing with me the entire evening, I was wrong, she had only just started.
Joan : But….. it’s not the 25th yet you know… haha
I told her I don’t care about that bet anymore.
She laughed and replied that since we had already started on the bet, we should honour it.
Part of me wanted to laugh, part of me wanted to beg, part of me just wanted to rape Joan.
I could not understand how I got myself into that situation.
I half beg, half coaxed and tried to be on my best behaviour, I lowerd my pride, thrw away my ego.
If you were in my shoes that day, you would have done the same thing too.
Joan finally relented and gave me the floor number of the room she was in.
I wasted no time and I got up.
I peered down both ends of the corridor and called Joan again.
James : Which room ?
Joan : You sounded….. angry James …. Are you angry ? hahha
I took a deep breath and said no.
James : Are you kidding…. Of course not…. Heee… hee…
Joan : Hahaha… I really can read you like a book James… haha.
I spent another 5 minutes pacing around the lobby talking to Joan on the phone.
She asked about what I liked in her, about my perspective towards a relationship and what did Mr Chan spoke to me over dinner.
Basically anything she can think of.
The more she teased me, the harder I became.
My erected dick strained and pushed against my pants and underwear and at one point, I had to bend over in the lobby.
1.40am
Joan : But…. But.. if I let you in…. what guarantee would I have that you would honour your bet. ? haha
James : I will… I really will… I’ll be your slave…. Anything..
She laughed and chuckled over the phone and I could already picturing myself undressing her.
Joan : Do you really think I would believe you ? haha.
She relented after another 5 mins and she told me the room number.
I ran across the hallway and immediately used the keycard to gain access but it wouldn’t work.
I almost snapped the card in 2 and my phone rang again.
Joan said that she really wanted to talk to me first and that she would open the door if I promise to wait after she let me in.
I agreed hastily, saying yes to everything she said.
Then when I saw what she slid underneath the door, I burst out laughing.
Joan : Do it… and hold your hand up in front of the peephole. Hahaha.
I took the cable tie and looped it around my wrist, pulling it with my teeth.
When Joan was satisfied , she opened the door.
I could smell her perfume as she peeked mischievously from behind the door.
Joan : Hi James….
James : hi Joan….
I entered the room and the lights were dimmed.
James : I didn’t know you were into this….
I raised up my hands to show her my restraint hand.
She laughed and said it was for her own safety.
Joan immediately sat me down on the bed and she took a seat on the chair opposite me.
She took out her phone and started the camera.
James : Joan~….. I really love you but…. The last thing I need is to have some Edison video floating around…
Joan : Haha… you wish…
She went on to say that she wanted evidence in case I go back on my word.
Joan : Repeat after me…
Joan : I , James….. agreed that I have lost my bet with Joan …..
I sighed and repeated after her.
James : I , James….. agreed that I have lost my bet with Joan …..
Joan : And that I would be her slave for a 24 hours……
James : …….. And that I would be her slave for a 24 hours…
We were both trying hard not to giggle as her hands shook trying to take the video.
My eyes however, were drifting to the slit by the side of her Cheongsum. In the privacy of the room, Joan was no longer adjusting herself, allowing a good portion of her smooth hairless leg to be exposed as she crossed her legs.
She put the phone aside and came over to me.
Her hands went around my neck, caressing my face before undoing a couple of buttons of my shirt.
I adjusted myself as my erection was causing quite a bit of discomfort.
She turned away from me and went back to her seat with a grin on her face.
Joan : What if I wanted my 24 hours to start now ? haha..
She could see the instant change in my facial expression and she chuckled and laugh again. It was then she realised she could play me as much as she wanted and she was not about to give up the chance.
Joan crossed her legs, leaning back onto the seat. She put her index finger to her mouth, biting the tip of her nail and she looked at me.
Joan : Kneel down and beg me James…
I laughed, took a deep breathe and looked around the room, feeling the bruise on my ego growing bigger but I knelt down with a smile.
I kept repeating to myself.
My time will come…..
My time will come soon….
Joan : Go on….haha..
I was kneeling quite close to Joan
And she pointed her heels at me, brushing her heel against my pants, aiming for the part where my erection was.
The rubbing of fabric against my dick really aroused me to a degree I’ve never experienced before.
The thought of being played by Joan and me having to beg for sex was giving me this psychological orgasm, this unexplained high.
Joan really just looked at me and teased my erection with her heel.
James : Joan…. Please…~~ haha
It was an awkward laugh as I was nearing the edge of my tolerance.
I will rape her like no tomorrow.
I really will.
She smiled coyly at me and using the tip of her other heel, she pushed one heel off her feet, letting it drop with a thud on my erected dick before it falls unceremoniously onto the carpeted floor.
I saw her manicured tones, the deep and rich red that matched her lipsticks.
I was looking at her feet and Joan used her toes to push my chin up.
That was it.
Joan : Look at me in the eye….. when you beg .. James… hahaa
My blood boiled and my dicked throbbed like no tomorrow, begging to be released.
I could smell Joan’s feet, that unique aroma of sweat, her womanly scent and the leathery smell of a new pair of shoes.
I was trying to hold it in, to see how much of this I could take, but never did I expect Joan to be pushing my limits with everything she did.
I looked at Joan in her eyes and said please.
James : Please….~
Joan : Please what ? hahaha…
James : Please let me fuck you…..
She frowned and sat up, shaking her head at me.
Joan : Tsk….tsk…That is really…. Really…. vulgar you know… haha.
I took another deep breath and I closed my eyes.
That was definitely going to be one night that neither of us would forget.
Joan folded her arms and using her big toe, push open my unbuttoned shirt. The top few buttons were off, and when she pushed aside the shirt and exposed my nipples, she teased them with her toes, all the while giggling to herself.
She leaned back again and this time round, she pushed her luck.
She really did.
She put her toe at my mouth, pulling down my lower lip.
Joan : You like this ? ……. This is exactly how I felt when you push my lip down with your dick everytime you asked me to blow for you…
She had such a slutty and mischievous smile on her that it amplified the thoughts that were running through my head.
She stopped her teasing after 30 seconds or so to check on the cable tie on my hand. She pulled it tighter by a couple of notch and stood up.
Joan : Wah… this is really shiok man… ahhaa…
She unbuttoned the white fur pullover she had on her shoulder and draped it around my neck.
She kicked off her other heel and went to get a drink of water.
I saw her back facing me and I decided I’ve had enough games.
I stood up on my feet and stretched myself a little, watching Joan gulp down water from the bottle.
Using my teeth, I reached the end of the cable tie and pulled it as tight as it can go.
The clicking sound caused Joan to turn around.
I pulled it so tight that my flesh turned red.
Joan : Oei… siao ah… what are you doing ?
I ignored her and I pulled it all the way, tightening it to a point it was impossible to do so anymore.
I seriously do not encourage you to try this, you might cut yourself, and if you want to try this, make sure you have someone with a pair of scissors ready in case you fucked up.
I stretched out my arm 45 degree up in the air and I spread my elbows wide.
I took a deep breath and I slammed both my wrists backwards towards my chest as hard as I could.
Snap !
The cable tie snapped apart, the cracking sound echoed throughout the dimmed room.
The look on Joan’s face was priceless.
Really priceless.
Her eyes widened and she had this looked of shock on her face. I’m not sure if it was because of the red marks that looked like it’s going to bleed anytime or that she can’t believe she I got loose in that manner.
She looked at my wrist and back to me.
Joan : Fuck…….
I took off my shirt and replied.
James : That………… was really…. Really….vulgar….. Joan…
As I advanced towards Joan, she looked a little lost as she was not prepared for me to get loose.
She held up both hands and giggled, feeling ticklish immediately as she tried to calm me down.
Joan : James wait…. Wait… haha…please wait…
I ignored her pleas and I grabbed hold of both her hands.
Joan : James wait…. Haha… please.. listen to me…. Listen to me…
She shook herself loose and began explaining herself.
Joan : You see… I’m prepared to do it…. Really… really… haha.
She showed me her overnight bag and she took out some condoms and pressed them against my chest.
I took it from her hands and threw it aside.
Joan : Haha.. James… wait…
She kept backing off and i just rushed forward and grabbed her off her feet.
She screamed, laughed, giggled and kick as I threw her onto the King size bed.
She tried to push me away, her hands tangling with mine as she tried to stop me from undressing her.
I went to the wardrobe and took out the bathrobe and I took out the string used to secure the robe around your waist.
Joan screamed and begged for me to stop but I went ahead and restraint her hands.
She tried to bite me amidst her giggles and laughter but I managed to avoid her. I looped the string several times before securing it with a knot.
Her fight died down significantly the moment I pressed her hands down on the bed above her head.
She just looked at me as I kept my right hand on both her wrist and I tried to unzip myself with my left. It was a struggle trying to get my belt and pants off with 1 hand but I somehow managed to tug and pull everything off.
I struggled a little more and finally managed to release by erected and sore dick from my underwear.
Joan screamed and turned away but I used the shin part of my right leg to press down on her wrist while my right hand held onto her head, forcing her to turn towards me.
Joan : Yikes… James… arghh…
I held onto my dick with my left hand and I brushed it on her lower lip, causing it to reveal her pink gums and healthy straight teeth. I let go and brushed it on her lower lip again, causing her to scream in protest.
Joan : ARghhh… James…. Arghh..
I brushed and dragged my dick on Joan’s lips as she pleaded with me to stop, apologising for what she had done earlier.
She plead, begged, threatened to bite it off, then she pretended she was about to cry, but it was not use.
I’m not going to stop.
I was just too horny to stop.
After a bit of dragging and brushing against Joan’s lips, my dick was in a shade of reddish pink, Joan’s lipstick had smudge all over my manhood.
The lipstick smudged around her lips area too, her laughter and pleas caused her to tear a little, allowing her eyeshadow to spread beyond the area it was intended to be.
A couple of her hair pins dropped and some of her immaculate curls of fringe came loose.
Joan gave up fighting and tried to suck me but I stopped her.
When she tried to suck, I would pull away, instead just rubbing and brushing my throbbing dick on her. She got frustrated after a while and screamed, cursing at me.
Joan : ARghhh.. James…. I’ll get you for this… arghgh…
After a little more teasing, I pushed myself into Joan’s mouth when she elast expected it, causing her to choke and cough.
Joan : ARghh.. cough.. cough.. arrummpp…
I held Joan’s head against the bed, so she can’t move back and forth, instead she could only suck and release as if she was having a popsicle.
The wet slurping sound was punctuated with Joan’s ‘hmmms and urgmmms’ . It was such a sick and arousing sight as I recalled images and scenes of how she treated me that evening.
Holding her in that position made it hard for her to swallow her saliva, blobs after blobs of her saliva seeped out from the side of her mouth and onto the bed.
After I had enough of Joan’s sucking, I released her and withdrew myself as she caught a few good breathes of bresh cold air.
I undid the butterfly knot on her Cheongsum and I lifted the flap off, revealing her chest and the top of her breast.
It was impossible to remove since her hands were tied up so I left them as they were.
I reached into her Cheongsum, feeling for her breast and my fingers were rewarded with the lacy texture of a strapless bra.
I kneaded Joan’s breast, massaging it roughly as she squirmed and tried to wriggle herself away.
Joan : ARggh.. James…
I pushed and flipped away the bra and instantly came into contact with the warm supple skin of Joan’s breast. The firmness and the warmth felt so surreal around my palm and I found her rasin sized nipple in no time.
Gripping it between my thumb and index finger, I twitched and played with Joan’s nipple, causing her to scream and moan in pleasure.
I knew she was aroused by that manner of stimulation.
With her hands held down, she had no way to push my left hand away as I twisted and pulled on her sensitive nipples.
I would rubbed against the sides, causing the erected nipple to dance and twist around itself before I cupped my whole palm, feeling the nipple poking on me as I caressed and knead her breast.
I kept repeating in random order, she would not know when I could twist and tune her nipples, nor would she know when I could squeeze on her love pillows.
Joan : ARghhh…. Arghh… urghhh…. Urgghhh…. James….
I could see Joan’s feet keep pushing her entire body upwards, as if she’s hungry for me but I was not done yet.
I wanted to hear her beg.
I wanted to see her moan.
I wanted to feel her body twitch.
I let go of Joan’s wrist and I went to the bottom of the Cheongsum.
I lifted and exposed more of Joan’s legs from the side with the slit and I tried to spread Joan’s leg apart but it was impossible.
The tightness of the Cheongsum made it hard to spread her legs outright.
I bunched up and pushed the hem of her Cheongsum upwards, pushing it up north slowly until I saw the peek of her panty.
I almost wanted to tear them off when I saw it.
Joan was wearing a white colour seamless panty. It had a print of a phonix in black that spread it’s wings wide apart. The prints were of thin wireframe lines, but I was not paying that much attention to the design of the white panty.
I noticed something that made me even hornier.
I saw the wet patch in the middle of Joan’s panty. The way the fabric moved when she dragged and moved her legs against the bed was beckoning me towards her love hole.
I dragged a finger across the wet patch, pressing and brushing against Joan’s sensitive spot at the same time and she let out a really sensual and helpless moan.
Joan : Urghheeeeergnnnnnn…..
Her legs seemed to have a life of it’s own. Her left feet would one moment be pointing straight as if she was stretching before it slowly drew backwards, the heel sliding on the soft sheets before she plant her feet firmly on the bed.
Then for no reason at all, her leg would slide back down.
Joan’s long hairless legs just kept moving in seemingly random order, her pelvis too, raised up and down as if to tempt me.
Joan : Come inside James…. Please…
I was tempted to, really tempted to thrust myself deep into Joan’s vagina but I forced myself to hold on.
That sick sensation of knowing I’m deliberately delaying the intercourse gave me a mental orgasm.
To see Joan withering on bed, begging for me more than made up for the way she treated me earlier in the day.
I positioned myself infront of her legs and I grabbed hold of her ankles. I planted her feet on the bed and slide them towards her own body the same time I laied donw on my stomach.
I pushed her feet so far back that she groaned in pain.
Joan : Argheeennggg… James…. Painful….
It did not bother me, I could not care, not at that moment.
My face was just inches away from the entrance to Joan’s most private sanctum, I could feel the heat radiating from her privates.
I know you’ll surely say I’m exaggerating but I’m not .
In the cool air of the room, I could really feel this unexplained wave of heat coming from Joan’s privates.
I could see how the dim light reflect off the stickiness of her panty, totally soaked by her love juice.
The wet panty stretched and rubbed against her own clit as she tried to move and wriggle herself.
I went closer and I took in breathes after breathes of Joan’s scent. The wet patch seemed to have spread , coating more and more of her underwear.
I kissed the side of her thighs, slowly running my tongue along her leg as I got closer to her privates. I just kept spending time kissing her on her inner thigh, refusing to go down on her no matter how she plead
Joan : James….stop…. James…. Aerggnnnnnnnghh eughre… let’s do it already…. Please…
I ignored her pleas and took my time savouring her sweat, and the unique bodily taste she had accumulated for the night out.
When I finally decided to put my tongue on her soaked undies, Joan was on the verge of a meltdown.
She had started to randomly curse at me, threatening to kill me among a host of other things.
While she was halfway through her threats, I cupped my mouth directly over the portion I figured was her clit and I pressed my lips down hard and immediately sucked out the air from my mouth.
Joan : AREghhggggg… erngnnnn….
She had a shock followed by a couple of twitches before she moaned and groaned for more.
I found the lump of sensitive flesh prodding out from the wet undies and I sucked so hard on it that Joan begged me to stop.
Joan : ARhhgh.. James… stop… stop.. stoo… argheenengngn….
I ignored her cries and I pushed aside her underwear with my tongue, licking and flicking her engorged clit.
I could only managed a couple of licks, flicking them as hard as I could before Joan would thrust her pelvis up in an uncontrollable manner, coating my face with my own saliva and her womanly juice.
I nudged aside her wet underwear with my cheek, nose , mouth, basically hald my face was plastered against her wet privates.
I could feel the sticky mess of natural lubricant on me as if I just did some Korean face mask, a couple of Joan’s fine and trimmed pubic hair must have dropped as I could taste hair in my mouth.
I sucked hard, licking and slurping in an audible manner. I deliberately amplified the sound, the louder Joan moaned, the louder I sucked.
It’s like the way some people like to purse her lips together to make some squeaking sound.
CHootttzzzz…..chootttttzzz…ssschototssszzz…slurppp …slurppleee…chootz…
In this erotic symphony, Joan moaned and pleaded with me to stop.
How could I stop, when I realised she got even more lube oozing out from her vagina.
It was already flowing back onto her back and anus, the trail of sticky and warm fluid visible against her baby smooth skin.
I pulled out her underwear and I used it to wipe her wet vagina.
Joan : ARghhh.. James… what are you doing….
I ignored her pleas and I wanted to soak the panty as much as I could.
Then I went down on her again, dragging and running my tongue along the opening of Joan’s love hole.
I felt the fresh ooze of her womanly juice came out and I sucked and lick it all up.
SLurpppppzzzz…chootszz….
Joan : ARehhghg…egnngng.. James….. you’re sick…. Arghhg…
I got up and pushed her Cheongsum up higher to the point that it bunched up into a mess above her waist.
James : I’m sick ? …. You’re saying I’m sick ? ……. You haven seen the sick side of me yet.
She tried to get up, her hands struggling but I held her down.
Joan : ARghhgee….
I balanced myself on my left knee, my left hand holding down on Joan’s tied wrist and I hovered over her. My right leg pushed apart her left, spreading her wide apart.
I grabbed hold of my dick and I pressed and rubbed it against her swollen clit.
Joan : aRghghg… ergnnn.. ergnnn.. erngn… erngn…
I just kept rubbing like a mad man, I was holding onto the shaft of my dick and I felt like I’m chopping or slicing something in quick succession and I rapidly rubbed my sensitive dick against Joan’s clitoris.
I’ve never heard her moan so loud before.
Joan : ARghhh … ergngngngngn!!!!! Arghh… James….!!! James !!… arghghg engggnn
Her eyes widened, her mouth gasped opened and all the screams and moan stopped as she just arched her body upwards as if she was possessed.
Then there was 2 second of complete silence.
Then Joan slammed her body back down on the bed and screamed, moaning and crying for me to stop and the orgasmic sensation of her body going into spasm slow spreads from her privates to the rest of her body.
She screamed and begged, pleading with me but I tried my best to continue my rubbing.
I could see tears rolling down the side of her eyes and her speech became delirious.
Joan : arghghgh..erngngng..ergnn..egn…..
I stopped and allowed her a moment to calm down. Just when she thought it was over, I cupped my mouth over her clit again , flicking my tongue over her sensitive spot, sending sourish spikes of intense pleasure into her privates.
Joan : ARghghgh!!! James.. .!! aergggnnn…
Her legs thrashed in protest and her thighs kept opening and closing, smashing and slamming against the side of my head as I tried to hold her down.
Joan pleaded louder and she started hitting my head with her bound hands.
Then suddenly she arched her body again, and there was this unexplained shiver that shook her entire body and she gave out another blood curling scream, spluttering saliva at the same time.
I felt her pelvis thrust up so hard that it hit me on my nose, it was quite painful as I reeled backwards just in time to see a trail of liquid squirt out onto the bed.
We were both quiet for a good 5 minutes or so before Joan spoke.
Joan : Oh my god…. Oh my god…. James…
She was still panting away, and I could see beads of perspiration on her forehead.
I could see she was drained.
I went to pick up the box of condom from the floor.
James : We’re not done yet..
She shook her head, and I could see it was a genuine plea.
Joan : James… wait… wait.. please… James….
I flipped her drained and sweaty body to the side and I fought to tie her hands behind her back.
Joan : James… no…. no… wait… wait… please… wait…
Joan screamed as I fought to stuff her wet juiced stained underwear into her mouth, cursing and swearing at me while trying to laugh at the same time.
It was not easy, I tried to force her mouth open, she tried to bite me.
I gave up after a while.
By then it looked like we had both just ran a marathon.
I capped my throbbing dick and I positioned myself in front of Joan.
I could tell she was already drained, the fight was almost gone.
She just stared helplessly at my throbbing erected manhood, resigned to her fate.
Then I took of the condom in front of her, pulling it away with a sticky smack and threw it on the floor.
Joan’s eyes widened and she screamed at me.
Joan : No !,,, James…. No!!…. wait… wait… please,,,, James !!
I could see the sudden burst of energy as she struggled helplessly but it was not use.
James was no longer there in that room.
I spread Joan’s legs and against a backdrop of her pleas, I pushed and entered raw for the first time into Joan, feeling the tight squeeze of her reluctant vagina walls closing in.
Joan : ARghh.. no!! James…. Use a condom…!1 aerggghnnnnnnerghnn…please…
I leaned over Joan and said.
James : Look at me in the eye….. when you beg.
Did not expect so many comments over the weekend.
Thank you for the comments and opinions, no offence taken with any of them and i have every intention of finishing this thread the way i meant it to be.
Nothing changes, this piece was already completed before i even started the 1st post.
I just expanded and did some editing along the way before i post.
The issue of ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ has been raised in sbf for countless times in other sections and threads
What is ‘right’ ?
What is ‘wrong’ ?
Are we viewing this purely from a moral standpoint or in the eyes of the law ?
There is no easy answer to this.
Rather I feel we should approach this from another perspective and ask ourselves, what is acceptable, and what is not acceptable.
What is acceptable to you, may not be acceptable to another. Everyone has their own benchmark and is entitled to their own opinions about these matters.
Perhaps a new thread can be started to discuss this. After all this section is about adult discussion.
I shall not be long winded about this, i’m about halfway through, look forward to wrapping this up soon.
It’s the holiday seasons…..
Have a beer. … relax.
Buy some curry puff.
wait for 7pm….
Against the backdrop of Joan’s cursing and swearing, I pulled myself out, dragging and feeling the tight contractions of Joan’s wet love hole.
Joan : ARghh.. James..!.. I’m going to kill you…. I’m really going to kill you…
I pushed myself back into Joan, and I could see the parting of her lips as her moans punctuated her cursing, the muscles of her unwilling vagina worked it’s way around my dick.
Joan : ARggnn ergnng.. James… !! .. wear a condom… argnn… I’ll.. arengng
My hands were kneading Joan’s thigh, alternating between her firm butt and breasts, basically I’ve already lost my sense of rhythm and momentum, just touching and caressing every part of her body whenever I felt like it.
Joan’s hands trashed and her wrist twisted, determined to free herself but I held onto her wrist and I started to work out a thrusting rhythm that suits me.
Every time I pulled myself out, I could feel the tightness and relieve of Joan, as if she thinks that would be the time I’m pulling my uncapped dick out completely but when whenever I pushed myself in again, she scream and moan helplessly, cursing that she would really kill me when she gets her hand on me.
Joan : James… stop.. please… wear a condom.. arerghhnn …
I tried to finger Joan’s clit again while I humped myself against ehr, but it was quite hard. Her struggling body made it almost impossible.
I don’t know why, but her threats, combined with her pleas, and seeing her thrashing helplessly on the bed as I pushed myself inside her gave me this never before high in terms of sexual intercourse.
My senses were spiking, I could feel the shiver running down my spine, even the tightness and small contractions near my privates seemed to be amplified by the circumstances.
I flipped Joan onto her back and immediately she tried to kick and squirm herself away from me but I managed to ease myself back in again. She was just so wet and well lubricated, it was such a welcoming entry and I only need to slowly apply a bit of pressure before my dick gets engulfed by Joan’s vagina.
I slam myself down a couple of times before quickly stopping.
It’s really embarrassing but I could not help it. Barely 5 minutes into the actual intercourse, I already felt like I was going to explode.
I must have had this look like I’m trying to hold it in on my face and Joan panicked.
Joan : No !… James… No….no.. please…
Joan’s eyes widen as I tried to catch my breath and control my manhood.
Joan : James… No!… I’ll kill you… I’ll really kill you….. if you cum inside me.
She tried to struggle, and I quite trying to ask her to stop moving. Her struggles were not just mere bodily movements, I could feel the frantic contractions of her vagina walls, as if she was desperate to squeeze me out.
James : ARghgh… erghh… don’t… don’t… Joan …. Don’t squeeze… arghh
She replied frantically too, trying to struggle herself free.
Joan : I’m not !… I’m not!!…. come out James… come out now !….
I wanted to, I really wanted to come out but the rapid squeezing was like this irresistible suction, beckoning my dick deeper and further into the warm and slippery love hole that made me feel so safe and secure.
James : Stop…!… stop moving…
I could feel it.
I could really feel it.
That sudden tight squeeze on my entire pelvic region and the air inside my body gets knocked out of my lungs. My eyes widened and Joan could see the panic in my eyes.
Right at that moment, Joan managed to struggle herself loose.
Her palms reached for the sides of my face and simultaneously I felt the locking of her calves on mine. She twisted my head to my right the same time she swung my body to the left in that split second and caused me this major disorientation.
The next thing I realised, I was on my back and Joan had her hands around my neck.
Joan : I’m so going to kill you James…. Arggghhh…
Right at the moment Joan pulled herself up and away from me, I felt I was at the tipping point.
James : Oh no… oh no… I’m coming… I’m coming….
You know that high , that orgasmic spasm and cramps that you would chase for right at the tipping point, that part where you just needed to hump really hard or stroke yourself really vigorously ?
I was there
I was right there when Joan came out.
I felt this sudden helplessness and I felt like I was a unbalanced bottle about to tip over a table.
James : don’t stop !…. no !…. no… Joan …. I’m….. coming… please.. please continue…
It was too late .
I tried to stroke my erupting dick on my own but Joan stopped me, holding onto my hands as I moaned and groaned in a disappoint manner seeing lousy spurts of my semen popped up and just flow unceremoniously down the side of my throbbing dick.
James : No!!!…. arghgh….
That sense of disappointment and despair, I could not describe.
The tightness and anticipation of the build-up that entire evening was reduced to a pathetic trickle of sperm down the sides of my dick.
The shock of being unsatisfied and losing my money shot for the session was a huge blow to me.
The look of despair on my face had to be funny since Joan was laughing and laughing away as she sat on my thighs.
Joan : Whahahahha…….This is classic James… haha…
I almost cried.
I was not joking.
I really almost cried as I felt the life slowly drain out of my dick.
I could feel tears welling up in my eyes
I was overwhelmed with such disappointment and sadness that my dick deflated and I could feel the sticky mess of semen around my groin.
Joan laughed so hard that she cried too.
I stared in disbelief at the mess around my groin and Joan was trying to clean me up amidst her laughter.
Joan : Ohh my god… hahha.. James…. Haha.. poor thing…
I was totally drained and I could feel my grumpiness starting to set in.
If you’ve experience this before, you would know what I meant and most importantly, how I felt.
The feeling of having spent your one precious shot, yet not achieving the level of satisfaction you wanted, that agony, that biting itch that you cannot scratch, that feeling of helplessness.
I was torn between losing my temper at Joan for spoiling my orgasm and curling up into a ball and sulk.
Joan took while to composed herself before she stripped off all her clothing to cuddle up beside me. The warmth of her body made me feel much better but she could not help teasing me on my failure to perform.
Joan : Tsk…tsk… so young….. already like that ar James…. Jia lat leh.
I would have rose up and rape her again had it not for the long day. It was already the wee hours in the morning, I’ve had quite a bit to drink and I was struggling with some pretty intense physical activities for the past hour.
I could only manage to give Joan the sad puppy eye look, it achieved nothing more than a couple of additional teases but at least she promised me another round in the morning.
My eyelids felt heavy and Joan could see I was starting to get a little grumpy but that did not stop her from putting her wet juice and saliva soaked underwear near my face.
Joan : Don’t sad la, see….. look at what you did. Haha.
I could not remember much details after that, I must have dozed off.
The next time I opened my eyes, Joan was on top of me and the sun was already high up in the sky.
My hands were bound.
Her wet and soiled undies was stuffed into my mouth.
Her worn bra was pressed against my nose.
Every breathe I took was of her womanly sweat and smell.
Every swallow of my saliva was filtered through her soiled undies.
I was the victim that morning and I had no complains.
I came that morning, jerking my stiff pelvis as Joan squeeze her vagina walls tightly against my dick, milking every drop of my sperm dry from my manhood.
We only had enough time for a quick shower before she checked out for breakfast.
28 Feburary 2013
Thursday
11 am
A couple of colleague made a move on Joan that week after our company dinner. She received a bouquet of flowers and some chocolates.
The first thing she did was to show them off to me
Joan : Oei… jealous or not ? ,,, hiak hiak… hiak…
She whispered softly beside me, making a comment that I’ve yet to give her any flowers.
I ignored her as I was busy typing an email.
3pm
Joan mentioned that she was feeling a little hungry since she only had soup for lunch. She offered to help a couple of colleagues grab coffee and snacks from the canteen a 5 minute walk away.
I was busy with work but I made an order of coffee and 2 kaya toast.
I have yet to get my caffeine fix that day and my splitting headache was started to get to me.
Joan : Money…. Lai lai….
I pretended to dig for coins from the container on my desk and gave her a pitiful look.
She laughed and told me that I owe her one for the tea break
Joan : You owe me for this.
James : Yes… yes… anything….I’ll kill for a coffee …. And kaya toast…
Joan bent down and whispered.
Joan : Ok… I’ll save it for the next time you try to force yourself on me. I’ll make you kill yourself…. Haha.
Joan helped herself to my mobile phone charger on my desk and just plugged hers in after blatantly removing mine.
I tried to pinch her behind but she was faster, somehow managing to grab hold of my hair and gave it a firm tug for me to behave.
3.30pm
There was some commotion at the reception and I looked up from my seat.
Before I could grasp the situation, I heard Thomas’s voice.
I saw Mr Chan came out of the office and headed towards the reception area.
I did not know where Joan was and I was about to call her when I realised she had left her phone on her desk.
I went out just in time to hear Thomas saying that he’s just here to pass some vouchers and gifts which reminded me that my spare phone had been lying dormant for quite some time.
Thomas : I’ll just leave it here at the reception….
I was trying to get a gauge of his intentions when I saw a 2nd figure step into the office.
It was the PRC girl.
She was carrying yet another branded bag, and from the way she dressed and the height of her heels, she would fit right into one of the KTV joints in town.
One which I would bring my clients should they wish to spend some money hanging flowers and eating fruit platters.
That PRC girl strutted into the office, like a proud peacock with her shades on.
Her head was held high and she looked around the reception as if the office was too filthy for her cheap dressing.
Alright, I admit, everything she wore was branded, but please pardon my language. It doesn’t matter how much they cost, they just look cheap on her.
It’s not the clothes.
It’s the person wearing them that makes the different.
She attracted quite a bit of attention from my colleagues and I could see a couple of guys instantly checking her out. Honestly, her figure is not too bad.
The hour glass is obvious, her legs are long.
Her skin is fair.
Her breast is big, and round. Half of it is already exposed, I would give it a firm C, maybe just that wee bit shy of the letter D.
Honest appraisal from a men’s perspective, not too bad physically.
Then she spoke and it shattered everything.
In heavily accented English, she was looking over her shoulder and speaking out after someone.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not laughing at her accent, I got nothing against someone who wants to practise and pick up a new language.
It’s the manner in which she spoke, thinking as if everyone was beneath her.
The snobbish manner of the way she behaved, waving around before pacing about the reception.
Moments later, a 3rd figure emerged.
It was just your typical uncle but with 2 hands full of souvenirs from China.
Thomas went on to say that he knows Joan is back for a while but he was away in China for a long trip visiting friends in the mainland.
No prizes for guessing who he went with.
Thomas : I just touched down yesterday. Brought some gifts for all of you.
Mr Chan thanked Thomas for the gifts but spoke in a pretty firm tone that he should stop showing up.
Mr Chan : We are running a business. Whatever it is with Joan. I hope you all can take this outside.
Thomas apologised with a smile adding that he would just need a word with Joan.
He made eye contact with me and asked if Joan was in her cubicle.
I could not say it in front of Mr Chan that Joan went to eat snake and buy coffee so I just said she stepped out of office for a while.
James : She stepped out, I think she went to the bathroom.
Mr Chan told Siti to put the items in the pantry and went back to his office.
I wanted to warn Joan but her phone was still charging in my cubicle.
I decided to head out and intercept her at the lift lobby below.
3.40pm
I dashed into the lobby, flashing a smile to Thomas before I exited the office.
The moment the lift door closed, I cursed at my carelessness as I had forgotten my phone and my office pass.
I reached the ground floor and I took a quick glance around the lobby and checked if there was any sign of Joan.
After making sure, I hit the close button and headed back up again.
I felt my heart dropped the moment my lift door opened.
I caught the glimpse of Joan raising her key card to the scanner by the glass door before she stepped in.
I ran out, almost forcing the lift door open as it slid apart at a snail’s pace.
I must have covered like 20 meters in a couple of second but it was too late.
I stared in horror as the glass door closed with a thud. The magnetic lock snapping into place.
Thomas and the PRC girl stood up and Joan was caught off guard.
The first thing that came to my mind was what could I do if Thomas laid his hands on her again. I could only stand helplessly on the other side of the door.
I knocked but no one pay any attention to me.
I can hear Joan speak.
I can hear Thomas reply.
Then the PRC girl shouted.
PRC girl : 就不过是段恋情。。。。干嘛搞我的签证。。。
( It’s just a relationship, why did you have to meddle with my visa )
I heard those words loud and clear.
I knocked on the glass again, tapping for someone to let me in.
Siti saw me but she was too shocked to move.
Then it happened.
I, James, have never felt so useless in my life before that day.
I could only look on as the PRC girl swept the bundle of coffee off Joan’s hand, as the cups swayed and spill hot drinks all over the carpeted floor, that bitch squeezed onto one of the cups, splashing and squirted coffee all over Joan and herself.
Joan was definitely shocked and I could see her turn sideways to her right, cradling her arms together close to her chest as she pulled her cardigan together.