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TripleFace
Nice update TS, please keep coming!
Thanks for the encouragement bro. Appreciate it. Even if response is bad I will still continue to finish up story of Amy. Wana have a closure
Amy is a beautiful voluptuous woman. I named her Amy yip for 2 good reasons. You don’t need to ask what are the two reasons, do you?
Amy is also a successful business woman, deputy ceo of a subsidiary company, based in Jakarta. No she has no connection whatsoever with mila, neither do they know each other.
42 years old. A year my senior. Single. Available. Seductive. Formally introduced to each other during company dinner and dance last year. Shared the same table, she sat beside me. I was gently reminded by towkay to entertain all valued guests at my table as they are the young rising stars, our next generation of leaders.
There was a stunning German blonde, 29, looks like Ana konikova, wearing blink blink silver, low cut, can see cleavage, tits look wobbly. There was a Spaniad milf, married had 2 kids, chio chio, skin uniformly tanned, practised yoga, likes to nameste me, butt solid semi circle. Very friendly. I like her best, kept talking to her.
There was an American brunette, a smoker with smelly hair. Same age as me, but her face like langa. Look like 50, sniffing and always clearing throat. Liberal and full of vulgarities in conversation. Her chest pathetically flat, many freckles, but legs very shapely.
There was also my PA slyvia. 27. A big neh neh young mother of two daughters. Very chatty and happy to discuss shopping overseas and online and don’t what brown cosmetics. I used to admire her gravity defying bouncy neh neh until they sagged right after birth of first daughter. Now she looks like a saggy cow.
And of course there was Amy yip. Indo. Very fair. Her smoky eyes small compared to the angmo. But skin porcelain white. Her lips pouty in glossy pink. Hair black, tied with style and elegance. She looks like Street fighter chunli cum dangerous assassin at casino table.
Her titties made other ladies curse heaven. Bursting with vitality. Like two inflated balloons, jiggling out of control under her maroon gown, same as our corporate colour. My sharp eyes spotted 2 moles one on each side of her boob.
She’s an eye candy that night among the bevvy of international beauties in my company. Everyone was stealing glance at her as I chat her up like the polite gentleman I had learned to become. Even our event host went bonkers and joked whether got any openings in our company. Our close kakis guys cover mouth giggle as we imagine different ‘openings’.
No hanky panky in office. Our hr and compliance very strict. But after working hours another thing all together. Heard scandal recently. A young British intern, one who always jio me gym, bedded a local fat malay EA after a karaoke session during a company retreat. She already married but I think wana taste brexit cock. If he from my department sure I cut off and fried his cuttlefish.
I kept a low profile in this type of things. Prefer to let my sales result and negotiation abilities do the talking and prove my worth. No time for scandalous shits. At my age, career no. 1. Once hit financial goals, in about 8.5 years time, I will go easier on myself, be a clown and tickle all EAs pussies everyday.
Of cos I had a wild time with Sahara in my ex company but we did it super discreetly and not that often. Amy attends meetings and lunches with boss for the first two weeks, shadowing him as she familiarise with our local operation.
Whatever arrangements boss had in mind for her, I couldn’t care. I just wana do what I do best in my domain. I was among her closest colleagues as I’m helpful, I’m Asian and I’m no buaya like boss and the guys.
After her initiation, we makan lunch and dinner once a while. I also concern about lunching with her cos she too attractive, boobs too big, I don’t want gossips, as most know I already married.
Only a few ladies from neighbour departments eat with her. I don’t know why. Our local milfs no ask her out. Maybe gossip behind her back. I often see her eat alone at office pantry. Starring at the distance. Look poor thing. Most Fridays I jio her join colleges for beer nearby.
She revealed to me many company secrets she heard from boss. I was skeptical as I thought shes ain’t simple as she appears to be. She’s deep. Not simple. She looks secretive yet appear calm and steady.
One weekend accompanied her go ikea. She station here 2 years. We were like husband and wife. Wear casual and joking around. Found out she was divorsed twice. First husbands a wealthy businessman in property business. Had a son together.
Husband had 2 children from previous marriage.
Her son was attending primary school when she divorse. Remarried her high school sweetheart, also in property but property agent….. but… Things got complicated. I’ll explain later. He died…… You guess how he died? She hired an assassin to finish him.
I was shocked to know there’s still such a thing in indo and I was even more shocked she did that. I’m used to digesting unbelievable stories, just that her sharing made me feel sick in the stomach.
“Cut head hang in shopping mall also have. Very common indonesia” i remembered her saying over our morning toast on a Friday (now you know why i felt akward including her in my 10 year series!)
Cut story short. She had a list of properties all around Indonesia. Some inheritance, some from her first husband as compensation, under joint names (her son and herself), some under her custodianship until son reached 15. Some posh condos in Jakarta she bought as investments.
In corrupted countries in ASEAN (I dare say all except Sincity) its best to invest in properties, land titles, rather than put money in the bank (unless private bank) cos its easy for garment officers, even police officers to take your possessions and they disappear forever. Its common for them to confiscate your car or motor bike anytime.
Amy trusted her new husband too much. She thought she finally found true love cos didnt materialise in first marriage. Intelligent she looks, she fell stupidly to this sweettalker. Now she hates men more than ever, like most divorcee her age do.
She suspected he casted love spell. He is a freelance property agent and tour guide, aka free loader. why work when wife is so capable, so rich, takes care of him, settle all expenses right? Indo men are like that, she told me.
She brings home bacon while he ’takes care’ and ‘invest’ her assets to bring in more money. Thats the unspoken agreement. But through her close friend and network, she discovered and soon confirmed that he secretly sold her BMW and somehow managed to sell off her 2 properties in surabaya, a hot prime land property in the country’s future capitol.
Amy was shocked, devastated and down. It showed in her face as much as she tried to hide it. She was restless at work. The ladies didnt care. The guys cared but no guts to approach her directly. My boss fuck care, as long as he can oggle and fantasize at her big bouncy boobs everyday…
I believe I am the only person other than her sister whom she revealed about the theft. She asked for my advise, I told her to contact her most reliable network in surabaya, which she did through the police friends, managed to track down her husband who fled.
She flew back over on Friday, arranged for her powerful police friends and lawyer to recover property. Flew back Sunday night back to work Monday morning. Updated me everything over lunch. Settle fast when you are rich and influential.
She looked a little better. I suggest she go massage cos she’s too stress. I recommended her good one. We went together. Separate massage.
Brought her to her favourite Korean BBQ joint near our office in tanjong pagar, help her wrap the roast meat in lettuce, feed her lovingly, poured her raspberry wine, chatted about life and money the entire evening, and I made sure I paid the bills.
She thanked me for being there for her. Asked me if she can give me a hug. We hugged. I patted her back. Told her she smelled of BBQ and shooed her into her grab. She gave me flying kisses. We went home separately.
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Phython1
Very nice content and will continue to read!
Bro TS maybe upload with some pics of similarities will be great! Women and scenery of your story will add very nice touch to the samster wild imagination 😄
Good idea. A bit time consuming to search but maybe I’ll do a glossary showing similar bodies and faces at the end of the series.
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im so wet now
Me too. Whole body. Pouring in butterworth now.
Had Vietnamese coffee and crispy toasty french loaf with Amy at noisy, sweaty orchard on Saturday. The freaking place was swarming with crazy shoppers and family gatherings. I thought neighbourhood malls were worse. Regretted going. I didn’t enjoy such madness though I’m a true blue Singaporean.
Amy was in her usual dress to kill mood. Wore a red white stripe top baring her creamy shoulders and longkang. Short blue jeans revealing her pilate trained legs and exposing her butt cheek. I bet nobody could recognise us. Nobody would know she’s in her 40s. I was in my usual half fucked torn berms and a grey T, messy hair covered by a cap. No wear watch. Teva slippers. My bagpack containing doomsday essentials. My usual off work, off season attire. Matching the suspicious person look in mrt ads. Could care a fuck how people see me.
Accompanied her to buy hp as her old ifone screen already half blackout. Dragged me to Victoria secret buy bra. She fancies old school red, yellow wired bra for reasons I cannot comprehend. Proceeded to vivo for movie and lingered on to enjoy the night breeze, as she took her puffs, stick after stick, reluctant to go home.
Experience tells me it’s a ideal moment to strike. Perfect time, mood and place. I waited to attack, patience is key. Amy had willingly deposited her emotions into our friendship. Sharing her many secrets that she kept confidential, even to her family members. She was exact opposite of irfah, who’s careful and caution, who opens up bit by bit. Amy, on the other hand, dumped me truckloads of her secrets looking a vulnerable slut, whenever there’s opportunity. I guess she wants attention real bad.
Honestly, my relationship with her was a one sided affair. Yes, she tends to tear and sniff as she shares her story, but gut feelings tell me i cannot afford to arbitrarily shares things with her. I have yet figured clean her background. I smell something fishy.
We locked lips for the first time that night. It was intimate yet intimidating as I stood behind, fingers stroking up and down her soft arms, sucking her lips, breathing into her neck and tickling her exposed butt like how Jack would do Rose if I was director of Titanic.
Her mouth and breath smelled of ash. She began twitching and twisted her waist and shoulders randomly, triggered by habits of excitement I guess. She grabbed my arms, turned around and asked me to shut up and follow her quickly. I secretly enjoy her dominance.
There was awkward silence in the cab. Driver, a bestacled malay, tried to strike a conversation but we kept quiet. She kept turning to see me, not a word came out as she clamped her legs tightly. Reached 6th floor, ushered me into her corner unit, locked the door, dim the lights. First thing she asked point blank ‘you trust me?’ I nodded.
She pushed me to sofa, tied her into a bun, pull down my pants. Rubbed my precum and without warning, head went down put the whole shaft into her mouth. Very fierce sucking machine, warm mouth, generous with saliva, made a lot of slurpy sound. Kept rotating her head. I just sat looking at her head bobbing up and down, felt high.
Tried removing her top, she slapped my hands. Stood up, her pink lipstick smudged around her mouth, strip off black panty, positioned my raging cock below her hairy cunt, sat down screaming as it disappeared and re-emerged below her dripping cunt.
She squinted eyes as if in pain, tightened her grip, clenched her teeth and fuck me hard. Restrained my hands from touching her. I felt like abducted slave. Confused, dazed and yet high at the same time, I prayed to endure another 5 mins before the stroke of midnight.
That unmistakable pussy smell filled the room. She trembled, arched back, pulled my head towards her chest. I can’t tahan further, grabbed her waists, shot my load, splurt after splurt in exhilaration. She collapsed on my shoulder, hugged me tight, catching her breath. I still remember her perfume smell. I panted hard, my balls sticky with sweat and cum, family jewel tightly clamped inside her strong pussy. No condom worn. No question asked.
Colleague on Friday, sex on Saturday. We are both mature adults. It’s an unspoken understanding. 大家都在捧场做戏. No need to ask too many questions or spoil this exclusive adult privilege.
Stayed a night at her house, wife not in town (again). We showered together, both shy and awkward. She untie hair, removed top slowly, unhooked bra, back facing me, attempting to cover her modesty. What a fair beauty. Swelling lusty tits. The shape and buldge of her bossom broke all my FBs record. Cherry red nipples pointing to the sides. Armpit a shade darker, well shaven. Two sexy molds on her swelling side boobs. At her age, with her figure and vixen face, my boss will kneel and beg her for affair I’m sure.
We kissed hungrily. I soaped her tits with great joy. We showered, hugged, went to bed. I had strange dreams again that night, with images of trees, hills and mountain streams and running away from tribal men…. woke up with a solid hard on at dawn, licked her tits and smell her armpits, kiss her all over till I saw her nipples hard and pointy.
We fucked like animals. Missionary. I pumped her screaming for her life. Her tits bouncing all over. In 20 mins, I cum inside her but kept pumping till she broke into a smile like a satisfied idiot. The first light of Sunday hit Tiong Bahra. It opened a golden era of courtship with my big tits concubines: Au, Wati and Mey, one after another.
Wallop bak chor mee like hungry boys at hawker centre across. Went back showered, put on my sports attire (always a set in my bag). Took train to bugis, reflected the whole episode over kopi O, called for an appointment with Master Q, went straight to his place for my annual fortune telling near si beh lor…
I spent the last quarter of 2019 travelling in Asia, both for business and pleasure, before being grounded by the regional lockdowns.
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diputs1269
Welcome back for more of your juicy updates, cheers!
Thanks for reading always, diputs. You still active here after so many years huh? Hope everythings well.
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madpig88
Sure hope TS will update more soon, this story is nice.
Thanks piggy. How’s life? Long time no see in sbf.
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Orange22
Very nice story TS, support!
Thanks for reading!! Hard to pass time during cb without taking a peek here once a while.