As i brought her to the table, she looked at the 3 guys, 2 white haired, 1 balding, with big bellies and they looked like dignified businessmen to her. I could feel that she relaxed a little, but was still uptight
I introduced her as my secretary to peter, john, michael. They offered her a seat between peter and michael.
They were staring at her pokies and definitely know that she was not wearing a bra.
I took a seat besides john and peter. They started to make small talks with clare, asking about her age, her hobbies, etc. Of course they were also filling up her glass whenever it was empty.
I thought that she felt safer and more at ease, and started to relax, smiling more at their jokes and laughing at some of the stuffs. They were also telling her about some of the business that they had done and she was interested in those.
Michael: haha… i was with peter on one occasion, when the customer farted in the room. It was so smelly. Haha….
Everyone laughed and i saw michael place his hand on her thigh. She did not reject his hand and he left it there.
Peter noticed it and also placed his hand on her other thigh and started to stroke her thigh between her knee and the hem of her skirt.
She cast me a look and i nodded slightly. She went back to her conversation with them.
In the meantime, both michael and peter shifted their positon discretely as well, until their thighs were touching hers. She did not realised but i caught their movements. With their hands on her thighs and clamping her between them, she could not get her drinks without brushing her breast against their arms.
I can see that they started to get her to reach for her glass more often. Before long, i could tell that she was a little tipsy, with peter toasting her and then followed by michael continously.
She leaned back on her chair more often, instead of sitting upright. When she did that, her skirt travelled higher up her thighs and the 2 guys have more skin to rub against.
John was passive and was speaking to me throughout. But he have to make a move first as he had a flight out early next morning. He bade us farewell and left.
Peter and michael were not interested in engaging in conversation with me. They were more interested in the young thing between them. I just sat there sipping my whiskey and watched the show.
By now, clare had lost her inhibition. She was tipsy and was just sitting there listening to them and laughing. Her eyes were starting to close. I saw their hands continue to stroke her thighs, and slowly but surely, they were lifting her skirt inch by inch upwards. She was quite drunk to notice.
I watched them expose her pussy. Peter motioned to michael and myself to look. They stared at her hairless pubic region.
Peter: wow. She is not wearing anything.
Michael: look nice. I like clean shaven.
They look at her. Her eyes half opened and lean back against the high back rest of the sofa that they were sitting on. She seemed not to hear them speak.
Peter: hey rick, you think i can touch it?
Me: i dont know. Haha….
Michael: i think should be ok. She seemed gone.
They looked at each other, and peter decided to take the first touch. His hand was still rested on the junction between her thigh and body. To make it not obvious, in case she react, he stick his last finger out, and briefly touch her pubic area, very gently, stroking it.
She did not react.
They looked at each other, and pull on both sides of her thighs. Her legs opened, and her skirt was bundled on her waist, her pussy in plain sight to 3 of us. Luckily the table was covering this and only if someone walk besides the table then they could see what was happening.
Looking at her unprotected vagina, michael uses the finger of his free hand and open up her folds, exposing her pinkish flesh hidden underneath. Both of them were still holding to her thighs keeping it open.
Still she did not moved.
Peter decided to take opportunity of the spreaded lips and inserted his middle finger slowly into her love hole. She stirred, but still eyes not opened and attempted to close her legs, probably a sub conscious reaction. But they held her tightly.
With her body losing strength, she started to lean against michael and he allow her lifeless body to fall into the sofa. Her unconscious body was lying there with an exposed bottom, hidden by the table.
Peter finger was still inside her, but michael had no access now. So he unfastened the knot behind her halter neck and exposed her breasts. He started to fondled her nipples and peter started fingering her.
She tried closing her legs, but peter held firm. Looking at her unconscious form, i suspected that its a natural reaction rather than she knew what was happening.
Peter removed his fingers and it was coated with her honeyed juices. Although she was wet, there was no further reaction from her. She was oblivious to the world.
Satisfied, they left her half naked body on the sofa and we started drinking again. Soon we asked for the bill. The waiter came and had an eyeful, but he did not say anything.
I got her back in proper and half carry half dragging her out of the club.
Instead of sending her home, i check us in to a nearby hotel along robertson quay and undressed her. As i had brought my toys, i strapped her up, tied her, inserted different dildos in her nether region and took some photos.
I have used for these photos later. I did not try to fuck her. She was still sleeping when i left the hotel.
The next morning, I received a text from Clare at 6am. I was already up as I normally wakes up early.
Clare msg: Did you send me to the hotel?
Me msg: yes.
Clare msg: why did you left me here alone?
Me msg : I wasn’t feeling well. I went home to get my med, and I cant drive back to find you.
Clare msg: oh ok.
Me msg: I think you need to make your way home before your work.
Clare msg: Did anything happened? I cant remember.
Me msg: nothing happened. Don’t worry.
Clare msg: ok. I am going home now before going to work.
Me msg: ok.
I am not going to tell her about the photos yet. There will be some use for them. Not yet.
Sam
I kept a look out for Clare. But she was late today, rather usual. I guess she got lucky with him and stayed out for the night.
When she arrived, she was in a Tshirt and jeans and she looked tired.
I went to the pantry to wait for her, and she came in to top up her waterbottle.
Me: Hi…. did you have a good time last evening?
Clare: nope. I actually got drunk and cant remember what happened.
Me: oh….. you ok? you look tired.
Clare: Yes I am. He dropped me off at a hotel, but he left as he wasn’t feeling well. I woke up alone this morning and have to rush home and get change.
I thought about it. It seemed strange that her boyfriend left her alone in the hotel. A normal guy would have taken the opportunity and spend the night with her. I must have looked as if I was in a daze.
Clare: You ok?
Me: oh… I am….
Clare: ok, let me clear some work first. We have lunch later.
She went out and again invited me for lunch.
I sat there thinking about the reason, but it’s beyond me. She went out without undergarments, and then she got drunk and woke up at the hotel alone. The alone part does not make sense to me.
Unless, she was raped without her knowledge, when she was drunk. I thought about how to bring this up to her.
Lunch came soon enough. We went down early and had our lunch. I suggested to have coffee at coffee club, which offers a little more privacy with regards to the questions that I am about to ask her.
Me: Clare, look, you got drunk last night with his associates, and you woke up alone in the hotel. It doesn’t make a lot of sense to me.
Clare: why not? He already explained.
Me: No. You were dressed to kill last night. I believed they got you drunk on purpose. But you woke up at the hotel alone does not make sense.
Clare: I checked with the lobby, they said that it was booked under his name and he made the payment.
I thought if I should put it more direct.
Me: What I am going to ask is because I am concerned about you. I hope you are not offended.
Clare: ya?
Me: did you feel yourself?
Me: I mean do you think you are raped?
Clare: haha…. nope. I don’t feel anything out of the ordinary this morning.
Clare: Don’t worry. I am not raped….. haha….
She found it funny, but knowing how guys worked, I am concerned about her. She quelled the thirst for my question, but somehow, it still doesn’t seemed right.
Because I still have my concerned expression on my face, she stopped laughing.
Clare: Sam…. Don’t worry. I don’t feel sore and I don’t have any marks that I find usual. I am not raped. I know about it. So quit worrying ok?
Me: ok……
We talk about other light hearted stuffs before I asked her how she got drunk.
Clare: nothing much. His associates were giving me drinks after drinks. and even before I knew it, I was already drunk….haha….
Me: ok….
We went back to office after that.
In the late afternoon, Clare came to me and asked me for dinner. I was surprised.
Clare: Sam, you free to have dinner together?
Me: Take away?
Clare: no. I mean go out for dinner if you are free.
Me: Your boyfriend?
Clare: I guessed he is busy working on his deal. He did not look for me.
Me: Oh…ok… I can leave at 6pm. you?
Clare: ok. Let me finish this email and we can go.
We left at 6pm sharp. As it was a Friday, everywhere was crowded. We decided to have dinner in town as there was more choices.
As we were about to cross the road outside Mandarin to H&M, I saw a familiar car at the junction. It was the Porsche that her boyfriend was driving. There was a girl sitting on the passenger seat and they were talking and smiling. They did not behave like friends or siblings as I saw the girl feeding him with some snacks and then cleaning his mouth for him. Clare did not see the car, because the crossing was very crowded and she was avoiding banging into the crowd.
Once we crossed over, the lights turned green and the vehicle was gone. I looked at her and she absolutely had no idea of it.
I decided to find out more about the guy.
It was not easy to look for him with just his number plate. I decided to find out a little more from Clare during dinner at Ootoya.
Me: Clare, mind to tell me more about your boyfriend?
Clare: why?
Me: I would like to find out what girls like about guys.
I lied.
Clare: haha… you are not too bad yourself.
Clare: caring and patient…..
Me: haha… you are making me blush…. tell me more about him….
Clare: hmmm… what do you want to know?
Me: Maybe like his name?
Clare: oh, he is Ricky….
Me: So what does he work as?
Clare: I think he is a banker. If not he wont be so rich….. haha….
Me: what do you mean you think he is a banker? You are not sure?
Puzzled, I continued to question her.
Clare: Actually I never asked and he never said….
Me: oh…. so where does he stay?
Clare: I have never been to his house. I think Bukit Timah or something like that…
Apparently she doesn’t know a lot about him. I find it strange. Anyway, now I have his name, as well as his car number. I could find out a little more.
I stopped asking her just in case she got suspicious of my questioning, and continued to have our dinner. It also did not escape my attention that she did not check her phone once since we left office. Obviously she was not expecting him to look for her.
Me: You want to catch a movie or back home after dinner?
Clare: Perhaps you accompany me for shopping? haha….
Me: errrmmm… ok….
I wasn’t too keen, but if I could spend more time with her, I don’t mind. So we walked around Orchard and went into a few shops. I noticed the clothes that she was looking at were similar to those that she had been wearing recently. However, she did not make any purchase or even tried on them.
We walked to a shop in Taka, one which was less crowded. She selected a few pieces, and told me not to go off as she wanted my opinion.
She selected a pink a halter neck dress and went into the fitting room. Unlike the previous one she wore last evening, this was tight on the top, but flared around the short skirt. Not as short as the previous one, but still short.
After a while she came out and showed me her dress. I looked at her cleavage on show, noticed her pokies and stared at them. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She saw me looking at slap my hand playfully, but for the first time, she did not try to cover up when she caught me looking.
Clare: Look at the dress…. Not other things.
Me: eerrrmmm… nice…. why aren’t you wearing anything inside?
Clare: You said it’s not nice with the straps, and I was wearing something with straps today.
She turned a full circle to show me the dress.
Me: haha…. oh… ok…. it’s nice…
clare: ok….
She went back into the fitting room. Next she came out in a spaghetti strap baby doll dress, and I could see that she had put on her bra.
Clare: how is this?
Me: nice, but I prefer the previous one.
Clare: oh… ok.
She tried on a few other pieces, but she did not removed her bra again. She finally got the halter neck dress.
As the shops are starting to close for the day, we took the train back. I offered to send her back and she did not reject.
As we reached NEX, I walked the familiar route that I had walked previously, but did not show her that I knew where she stayed. Once under her blk, I bade her good bye and she went up.
I was walking to the bus stop when I received a message from her.
Clare msg: I am home. Thanks for spending the evening.
Me msg: no worries. hope you had a good time. Good night.
Clare msg: good night.
I started to think about how I could find out more about Ricky.
When I was home, I surfed the internet after I settled down.
I entered his name and his car plate, multiple hits came up, but there were too many.
Next, I entered his name and car plate and model of car. The hits were less. I tried including banker, bukit timah, and the hits did not changed. So I have to go through each and everyone of the link.
The first 10 links did not get me anywhere. On the 11th, there was an article on him, as well as his picture. I read and found out that his dad is one of the millionaires in Singapore and owns a few businesses. Ricky had his own business as well. I did more search and found out what he was doing.
It helped because he was a rich person. If he is a normal person like me, then it would like searching for a needle in a haystack.
But then because he was rich, I am sure that he would know lots of important and powerful people as well. I have to be really careful when dealing with him.
I took down his company’s address and decided my next course of action.
I called up an army buddy and checked if I could borrow his bike on next Tuesday and he agreed as he would be away on holiday. In fact, he will pass me his bike tomorrow and I could use it for the whole week.
I did not want to confront Ricky, but perhaps able to get some pictures and show it to Clare about his infidelity. Nothing much, but I wanted to protect her from such scum.
Ricky
Saturday
I text Clare at 8am. I felt that after spending such a substantial amount on her, it would be time to get back what I want.
Me msg: Are you free today?
Clare msg: Yes….
Me msg: ok. I’ll pick you up at 10am.
Clare msg: ok
She gave me one word answers. I am feel quite strange. but anyway, I started to pack the bag with the items that I felt that I require.
At 10am, I reached her place. She was not at the carpark and was late for the first time.
She appeared in a white spaghetti blouse and the small denim bottom. She was carrying a small bag.
Me: you are late
Clare: I was rushing already.
Clare: where are we going?
Me: Breakfast?
Clare: ok.
It started raining heavily when we arrived at a hotel in Bencoolen after lunch. It was not even as good as Fragrance or 81, but I had been here before and the structure of the beds cater to my requirements.
Clare: why here?
Me: For a change.
Clare: what’s in the bag?
Me: Your toys.
We held hands as we walked to the counter. I planted a kiss on her lips and she kissed me back. I did so and ensured that the guy saw her kissing me back, and also for the benefit of the security camera, if there was one.
The guy at the counter wasnt too interested in me. He kept looking at Clare, at her boobs and her butt. I got the keys and went up. The room was sparse. Just a bed and a tiny table and the bathroom. There wasn’t even bottled water available.
Once inside, I reached for Clare. She was walking into the room, when I pulled her hand and turned her around, dropping the bag in the process. I kissed her hard on the lips. She kissed me back.
My hands went to her back and search for the clasp for the bra. I released it. As it was a strapless bra, it fell from her top. She caught it and held it in her hand. I lifted her blouse and she allow me to remove it.
I took out a leather strap that looks like a rope, from my bag. She looked at it and shook her head. She walked swiftly into the room, trying to get away from me. I went after her and caught her. I pushed her and she fell on the bed.
Clare: what are you doing!
I could hear fear in her voice, but I did not answer.
I went on top of her, pinning her down by straddling her body. As she was facing me, her hands was flailing at me. I turned her on her back and grabbed hold of both her hands, tying them up together.
Clare: LET ME GO!
She shouted at me, but I did not respond to her.
The rain continued to patter loudly on the rooftop and the windows.
She was still face down on the bed. I reached below her tummy and unbutton her shorts, pulling it down together with her thongs. Of course, she continued to fight and I received a kick to my legs. I managed to get everything off her. With her hands tied to her back, her movements were restricted. I took 2 straps and fought her legs and tied her legs to each of the leg post of the bed. Her legs are now spread out wide. Once secure, I went back to her hands.
Again I straddled her, released the initial strap that I used. I grab one of her hand, leaving the other still underneath her, and tied it to a post. Once secure, I did so for the other hand.
She was now literally in a X position with all 4 limbs tied to the bed post. Both of us were panting heavily from the scuffle.
Clare: what do you want?!
Me: I want to fuck you.
I said coldly. I went over to the bag a got out a blindfold. I covered her eyes shut with it and applied shaving cream to her pubic region as stubble was already going out from there. I took a shaver and shaved her clean.
Finally, I stood there and admire my work. I look at her. Her nipples were erected and her pussy was now smooth.
Clare: Let me GO! LET ME GO!
she started to shout. I took her thongs, the one that I just removed from her, and stuffed it in her mouth, gagging her. now, there were only muffed noise coming from her.
Clare: leemmme ummmplmemmeeee rrrroogoooo…
She pulled on the restrainer on her wrists. I could see that her skin was red. I went to the side of the bed. I spoke in a warning tone.
Me: Listen, Stop pulling.
She stopped and stared at me.
I went back to the bag and took out a butterfly looking vibrator as well a masking tape. I went to the bed between her legs and sat down. I used my hands and touch her folds, they were dry. She tried to squirm away, but she was restrained and the only movement she could do best is to try to jerk away when I touched her.
I spread her vagina lips with my fingers, exposing her clit. I carefully put the body of the vibrator on it and used the masking tape to tape up the vibrator across her pubic region. I made sure that the masking tape was not covering her love hole. Once it is securely in place without me requiring to hold it, I started the device to medium speed. I saw her body jumped at the kickstart of the device and her hips started slaming on the bed, hoping get the thing off her, but to no avail.
I left her there, and went to the bag. I took out 2 nipples clamp, and went over to her naked body. she saw the clamps and was trying to move her body further away from me. I sat down slowly, showing her the clamps. Her eyes showed anger to me.
Her nipples were already erected, either from the cold air or she was turned on, I do not know. But because of their erection, it was easy to pinch them with the clamps.
Clare: ummm….rrrrrrrr
only muffed sounds escaped from her.
Now, with her pussy bandaged together and her nipples clamp, I decided that her pussy needed additional help.
I went and grab a dildo. It was not the one that I bought, but a very large one. I showed her, and I saw horror from her eyes.
I took some lubricant and apply it carefully on the dildo, making sure that it is fully covered. I walked over between her legs. I could see her thighs were trying to close, but the straps around her ankles prevented that.
Glistering juices was already coming out from her love hole from the stimulation of the vibrator. As this dildo is quite large, the additional lubricant will definite help the entry.
I place the tip of the dildo on her pinkish hole. She tried moving her bottom away, but no matter where she go, she is still within a 10cm radius from it. I grab her thigh with one hand and push her down onto the bed, then once again put the tip of the dildo to the entrance of her love hole. I slowly push it in.
Clare: uuuuggggmmmmmmm…..
I heard her made some noise, unsure if it is pleasure or pain. getting in was a little difficult. She was very tight and the device spreaded her love canal fully. I could tell that she never had such a monster entering her before.
Inch by inch, without giving her a break, I stuffed all 8 inch of the dildo into her.
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sunny11
Sam
Saturday
It started raining heavily when they arrived at a hotel in Bencoolen. I was drenched to my skin on the little motorbike which I loaned from my buddy earlier in the morning. I have been trailing Clare and Ricky since they left her block at 10 this morning.
My heart sank a little when i saw them checking into the cheap hotel.
Isn’t her boyfriend supposed to be rich. Why did he choose to check into such a run down place? I would have expected Ritz Carlton or something like that..
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TS, don’t mind I join in with the story-telling. Having read 8 pages of yours so far, i felt inspired.
Good try mate. But thats not how it will be. Lol.
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highlysex
Jin jaliat lei, lucky it’s just a story
Yup. Its just a story.