What a turn of events. I felt I was a bit of a hypocrite at this stage. However, to reject would probably be the same as telling her I have no interest in her and kill my own chances so I went back. I called before I went into the lift and she was waiting for me at the door when I arrived.
We stepped in, walk past the living room and into her bedroom. We held each other tightly and kissed without saying a word. I got hard. We were locked in a passionate kiss for quite a while then I sat down on the edge of her bed while she bent a little at the same time so as not to break the kiss. Then she straddled me and I took off her top, she took off mine, breaking the kiss for a second. I unclipped and removed her bra. She grinding my dick. We are now a pair of lovers locked in hot passion as I run my hands all over her silky smooth body and grabbed those A cup boobs with pointy nipples on attention. I went in to suck those delicious nipples and she let out a moan. I sucked and licked hard, alternating sides and she was arcing backward moaning in pleasure.
Next, I lay her on the bed and went to kiss and lick her ears, ear lobes, down to her neck, kissing and licking softly. I went on to kiss and lick each boob and nipple, down to her belly button where I licked around and then kissed it. I licked my lips to wet my tongue and use it to draw a straight line from her belly button up to her neck, chin then ended with a french kiss. She was moaning, horny as hell and loving it.
I got up, took off my shorts and proceeded to take hers off. Her hands stopped me. WTF(!!??) I’m confused.
Z: I’m having my period. Do you mind? I need to put a towel underneath also.
Me: Oh, errr…Yes I don’t beat redlight. Never done so.
My dick was fully erect, I’m horny as fuck but this had to happen. KNN. “Bloody cheebye” I said. We both laughed then she said “It’s ok la. I’ll give you a blowjob”. I lay down, she got up and started to blow me. She was gentle, licking my lil bro head to lubricate it, then using one hand to push up my dick, she licked the underside of my shaft, down to my balls. She was kissing and sucking my balls and I was moaning. She came back up and took my dick into her mouth and started to blow slowly. She blew for a few minutes then started moving up to paint me. She basically repeated what I did to her earlier while using one hand to gently stroke my dick.
Then she went down again. This time she was fully committed. She was blowing hard, head bobbing up and down, putting in strength and I heard and felt each suction sucking the life out of my lil bro. “Ahhh…Fuck fuck fuck, fucking gooddd” I was moaning and wriggling on her bed. She kept going at it, maintaining the strength and also licking the sensitive area under my lil bro head. It was a fucking unbelieveable blowjob. Seriously fucking amazing.
After a while, it hit me. I asked her “Where should I come? Don’t want to stain your bed” and her response without a second thought “In my mouth. I want in my mouth”. I was surprised and pretty happy she volunteered the CIM. Another 15 minutes of hard blowing and suction later, I cannot take it and warned her I’m coming. She heard me and paid extra attention making sure the suction is tight!! Wah lau, I cannot tahan and ejaculated with a thrust into her mouth. She took the first shot tightening her grip around my dick, with eyes closed, choked and her mouth was forced opened a little bit to get some air in then she continued to suck as I continued ejaculating with those big round eyes staring into my eyes. CIM with eye contact! Fucking high!
She sucked till the last drop then she did something that blew me away. She came up and forward, on all fours, made the slurping and “ahhh” sound as she opened her mouth. She had swallowed every drop of my cum!! She looked at me, put a finger on a corner of her mouth, pouted a little and shrug her shoulders as if to say “oops!”. I was stunned. It was a very porno moment for me. I went to kiss her lips and thank her for an amazing blow job to which she said, “I like your size and taste” then giggled. I left a happy man but I had no idea what was to come in this relationship over the next few months.
Good morning and happy 2016 everyone! Continuation…
She started dirty texting me the next day onwards. Explicit stuff she wants me to do to her and her to me. Like how she wants me to fuck her from behind with her bent over on my kitchen counter. Or in my balcony late at night or she might allow anal if I’m “good”…among other things. I got hard ons reading the texts and had fun replying to them. However, her other texts, I felt she probably feels I am her bf now. I did not want her to feel that. I’m not a saint but if our objectives are different then I prefer to walk away asap.
I let this go on until past the weekend. I avoided Z partly because I was busy with FWB. Monday came round and Z and I met after work. I decided to lay down the rules. I reminded her how recent was it that we were talking about handling emotions and men so she protects herself better. I explained to her very clearly men including me. She did not expect my response but she caught on rather quickly.
I told her I still care for her well being and that she can talk to me anytime she feels like it but I’m not prepared to be anyone’s bf at this stage. She continued to be confused why I am commitment-phobic. That is when I decided to tell her about one of my FB and our win-win arrangement. Her eyes and mouth opened wide when I told her how we met to how we became FBs. (Not FWB, another one). I did not tell her the whole truth, I told her I have only one. She was in disbelief, she looked sad and then she teared. She gets why ONS happen but not FBs. I stayed my course. The truth hurts, she didn’t expect I was fucking someone else on the side. I corrected her, I was already fucking someone else when I met her. She teared some more. After a while, she concluded for herself it is not something she wants.
We parted ways after that meeting and besides a few texts here and there, we did not meet until more than a month later.
I was out at a whisky bar one week night taking it easy with an old friend then my phone rang, it was Z.
Me: hey, what’s up?
Z: Where are you?
Me: At whisky bar. You?
Z: I’m at <club we met>. Ermm, can you help me? Come and sign me and my friend in? Q is very long.
Me: Give me a minute. I text you.
I felt it is odd. She is not the type of person who will make use of me or anyone like that. I told my friend and we decided to go down. Mystery solved, she was with a guy and it became clear to me she wanted me to meet the guy. We intro-ed then went into the club. Some basic info on the guy…young also but a year older than her, recently completed uni, got into a renown investment firm due to family connections. I gathered they have been seeing each other lately and he wants Z to be his gf and Z wants me to run my rule over him. He was keen to talk himself up, which I guess is his male egoism at work. It didn’t bother me, we were cordial but my job’s done so I left with my friend after one drink.
Next day, Z texted me to ask my view. I told her the choice is hers, should not let whatever I might say sway her. The only thing I told her was to learn from past experiences, take it slow and good luck. I don’t know what else to say. No immediate red flags, should give it a shot if she is already at this stage, probably didn’t matter what I say.
After that, I was only reminded of Z when I see her facebook updates. She loves to post…status, photos, etc. I knew when they quarrelled, when they went out for a nice meal, movies, etc. I had walked away and she seems better for it so I’m happy I played my part in the short time we met. Plus I was really into FWB at that time I didn’t think too much about Z.
In the last week of 2011, she texted me in the late afternoon. Her bf had booked a room in a boutique hotel in town for a few days until new years day and she asked me if I wanted to meet them to have a drink. I readily accepted. She looked good when I saw her, we hugged like old pals but I can’t say the same about her bf. He didn’t seem too excited to see me. We opened a bottle of wine by the pool and started drinking. After we finished the first bottle, she wanted to jump in for a dip, he didn’t allow but she jumped in anyway. It was clear he was not in a good mood already and that made it worse.
She got out after a few minutes then he said “let’s go back”. I smiled and bidded my farewell. The next afternoon, she called me and she was crying. Basically they fought the night before, broke up and he left. I was worried she might sink back into the unstable state when I met her so I told her to hang in there and I will come by later after my errands. I have dinner with my family that night so I time myself to be there at 6pm, leave by 7pm latest and go back after dinner.
I arrived on the dot at 6pm and got the concierge to call her room and let me up. I knocked and she opened the door in two seconds. She had just showered, hair still wet and in the bathrobe. My initial assessment was accurate, she is naturally pretty, no makeup needed. We hugged and then she invited me in. She had started on a bottle of wine, half gone so two glasses thereabouts and she poured me one. The room is small but overall, not bad. I sat on the small two-seater couch and she sat on the small armchair placed at right angle to the two-seater. We clink glasses and took a sip each then she started.
Her version of the story was their relationship had not been a smooth one since the start. They became a couple after that night in the club but according to her, my shadow was always hanging over his head since we met. They have frequent quarrels and he always pointed the finger at me. I just shrugged. According to her, he is possessive, insecure and immature. On the other hand, he can’t stand her bad temper and used that as a basis to break up. I did not offer much, just a listening ear and mentally taking stock of the time.
Then she let on he also took issue with something else. Right when she was about to go on further, she shifted her position. She lifted both her legs off the floor and brought them onto the armchair so both her legs are bent, on the seat, sideways in front of her then she flicked her hair. This opened up the left side of the bathrobe so revealing just a glimpse of her left boob and nipple. I’m not sure if she knew but I got an erection looking at her.
She continued… Sex, the lack of it. She had refused him sex. I maintained my position, listening intently, acknowledging, no major reaction, like a shrink listening to a patient. I had taught her about control and recognising what she can and cannot control in her life and focus on what she can control. There is always a choice I had told her, among many other life lessons I gave her. So she decided to take control in this way, no sex with him until he earned it. I smiled and said well done. She saw my line of sight into her robe, then our eyes met, she didn’t bother to adjust.
She made it clear to me they have not had sex, she also refused to blow him or him go down on her and so far she has only given him handjobs to release. I got harder…I added up the time since she broke up with her ex till we met now. She has only played with herself at most so she has not had actual sex for a few months.
She continued…this few days were meant to be their sexcation, he desperately wanted it and she felt he earned it by suggesting this and making many plans for this few days. I told her it is possible they will make up and emphasised how great make up sex can be. She managed a little laugh, said she now knows he’s not her guy so she doesn’t care. My mental timing tells me its about time to go. I checked my watch, almost 7pm, yes indeed time to go.
Me: I have to go for dinner with my family
Z: huhhh? Really?
She frowned and is disappointed
Me: I’ll come back around 930
Z: Ok (reluctantly)
We stood up, her robe fell awkwardly, top half opened up, bottom half almost open. She has no cleavage so nothing to show or hold the robe together. She pulled to close it and walked me to the door except she stopped halfway. When I was about to open the door, I sensed it, turned around and saw her crossed arms, those eyes staring at me, her facial expression clearly says she doesn’t want me to leave. Then…
Z: Do you really want to go?
She uncrossed her arms and let the robe open (though not fully) in the front, her hands by its sides. I stood there staring at her naked body in the robe, I trained my eyes from her face down to her body to her smooth and hairless pussy, right there for the taking. I have had an erection for a good part of the last hour.
I look at my watch, 7pm. I have dinner with my family in 30mins. But this in front of me…I walked towards her with her looking at me expectantly, I reached for the robe and closed it and tie it up. I told her don’t not to do this to herself. I reiterated I really care about her, I don’t want to go but I have to. I will be back later and I made promise she will be here when I come back. She was confused but only managed a “ok” and I knew it because she blown me and I enjoyed that to the max. However, right there and then is not the right moment. I took one of the keycards and left but I came back after dinner.
I rushed back to the hotel after dinner and arrived in the room about 930pm. As I entered, I heard music then a thud, sound of Z jumping up from the couch I guess. She was still in the bathrobe, it’s undone but she is using her hands to keep it closed. I got hard as the scene from before I left came streaming back in my head. She looked a little flushed and flustered then I saw a glass of champagne on the table.
Me: Hey.
Z: Hey. Err…how was dinner?
Me: Good. What are you doing?
Z: Nothing. Having a drink and listening to my playlist.
Me: Champagne alone? So sad. Hahaa.
Z: He brought it, might as well.
She was a bit flustered and nervous, not really looking at me when talking. When I got close enough, she stepped forward to hug me. I hugged her and scanned the room…then I saw something squeezed between the cushion and side of the couch. Something but not sure what. We broke from the hug and I moved in that direction. She saw and tried to stop me but she couldn’t. I reached for the thing and then I saw exactly what it was….a small battery operated DILDO!
Me: Hello hello! What the fuck??
Z: *stammering*
Me: Is this what you been doing??
Z: No no. I *stammer again*
Me: Sorry I interrupted you.
Z: You came back early!!
I smiled then laugh as she tried to take ithe dildo away from me but I refused. I took a whiff at it and smell just a hint of where it has been then I turned it on for the fun of it. All the while she was trying to snatch it from me and I finally gave it back to her. She seemed somewhat embarassed and my laughter turned into a smile again then the room fell silent for a few seconds as a song ended and the next one was about to start.
For some reason, maybe horniness, maybe I felt she was ready now, no emotional baggage or expectations. She gave me a fake angry look, which made me chuckle then I winked at her and tilted my head to indicate “so what do you think is going to happen now”. I think my attempt at telepathy worked. She broke into a little smile. I stepped forward, both hands reached into her robe at shoulder height and easily dropped it to the floor. I carried her up, she wrapped her arms and legs around me and we kissed. We continued kissing as I carried her and walk towards the bed.
I let her down on the bed, took off my tshirt and shorts. She sat on the bed, legs open exposing that beautiful young and bare pussy. She watched me for a second when I was taking off my clothes then moved forward to help take off my shorts, pulled down my boxers and went on to blow me. She started slow, licking my head, shaft, sucking halfway then she took in my whole length and put a suction lock on my dick! “Look at me” I commanded her and she did. Those big round eyes staring at me while blowing. Fucking turn on!
I was still standing on my feet, left hand on my waist and right hand on her head just face fucking and gagging her now and again. She blew for about 10mins then I pulled out. She put her left hand on my dick to stroke it…
Z: Fucking hard. I want you to doggie me.
Me: Shit, no condom.
Z: No need just don’t come inside.
She turned around, got into position and I entered her standing doggie style. Fuck, a bit painful, her hole is very tight. I held my dick and poked at the entrance of her love hole. She was letting out moans whenever I poked and I was starting to feel her juices at the entrance, my little head was getting moist. She tried to reach for my lil bro to penetrate but I siam. A few more pokes and rubbing, I penetrated her very very slowly.
“Ahhhh…fuck…fuck…ahhhh…” she took the words right out of my mouth. I was focusing 100% on what was happening. I watched my dick enter cm by cm, feeling her pussy every cm of the way in until my pelvic area touched her bum, I was all the way in. I grabbed both her ass cheeks and started to fuck her in slow motion. It was so fucking tight it felt like anal. The feeling was damn high. She was horny as fuck, moaning all the way. As I gradually picked up the tempo, I also hardened my grip on her ass cheeks as “Piak piak piak” sound damn shiok as she got wetter.
Around 15mins later, she asked for a change of position, she wants to ride me. I went to lie down on the bed and then she straddled me reverse cowgirl. It was easier to enter her now but the tightness makes me feel like I will cum soon. She got into a nice rythm and then I felt I hit her G spot or sweet spot as I call it (confirmed later I did). She moaned in sync with her rythm and I was grunting away. I let her take complete control while I try to delay my cum as long as possible by distracting myself, looking at the bedside clock and mentally counting time. It was hard because she kept hitting that sweet spot and increasing her momentum.
15mins and hundreds of moans and grunts later, she shouted in between breaths “oh my god! oh my god! Fuck I’m cumming!” and repeated a few times. The next sequence of events probably took place within 5 seconds.
As she moaned breathelessly and in ecstasy, I lifted my upperbody, grabbed her tiny boobs hard from behind, her hands grabbed my hands and she fucked me harder! Her back stiffened, then I felt the squeeze of her pussy walls around my dick. I suddenly remembered I’m not suppose to cum inside her. Right at that instant, I’m cumming too! I felt one more squeeze on my dick then I hurriedly pushed her up. I ejaculated immediately at the point when I exit her pussy. I ejaculated a lot, some onbher oussy area, some on her ass, back, some on my body also.
We ended up staying together those few nights and celebrated new years day there that year. We fucked all over the room and in a few positions…missionary, standing doggie again but this time over the desk in the room then moving to the window (curtains close) then in front of the full length wardrobe mirror (I get a hugely turned fucking in front of a mirror and so far my partners seem to love it too). We had many orgasms together and sometimes it got a bit rough. I had scratches on my arm, thigh, back to show for them but it was all fun and laughter, sex and joy.