Elementary & AD69,
I am a cheapskate getting free fucks all the time. My laptop got no MS Words. Anyway, thanks for the advice. I felt strange because my inspiration comes when I type straight into SBF with my laptop. When I use MS Words on my desktop my mind goes blank. Maybe it’s the comfort lying on my sofa and typing the updates. One other reason is I hate having a draft because with one I would be spending most of my time perfecting it rather than sending it out.
LB3 went to her wardrobe, opened up the drawer and took out a small gift-wrapped packet and another one that was bigger. LB3CM must have done it when I was taking my bath. LB3 opened up the bigger packet and showed me the photoframe with their photograph with the hugh merlion in the background. They must have taken it when they were in Sentosa. She placed the photoframe on the table.
She was still holding the smaller packet in her left hand when she said, "
This one’s for you
“. I was expecting her to pass it to me. As she was about to open the packet, I said, "
Hey, you can’t do that. The gift is mine
“. "
What’s yours is mine, what’s mine is mine
“. LB3 actually said that. When she open it out, she showed me a Hello Kitty handphone pouch. I was actually having cold sweat. "
Na, you can keep it
“. She threw the pouch to me.
"
Now you can tell me what happened
“. She queried me. I replied, "
You have heard it from her. Isn’t it good enough?
" "
I like to hear it from you and see who had left out details
“, she demanded. "
What I will say to you is the same as what she had said to you
" I refused to yield. "
Ok, if you are not telling me, you don’t have come here anymore
“. She was getting serious. Anyway, she already knew what had happened, so I went on to tell her everything that took place between LB3CM and myself. After hearing what I have related she laughed and said, "
No wonder my bedsheet was so dirty
“.
"
Wait a minute. Do want to know what she said to me?
"
"
Hello LB3CM, how are you?
(
Fine but a bit tired.
)
Sorry to call you at this time. Busy working and came back late
. (
It’s alright. I understand.
)
How? Did my friend took care of you yesterday?
(
Yes, he is a nice guy. He told me that you wanted him to look after me. When I told him that I didn’t want to go any place, he wanted to take me for lunch. He is so caring.
)
Did you have fun?
(
Yes, he spoke at length about his Hello Kitty collection. When he heard about my collection, he showed so much interest. I think I have more items than him. Surprisingly a guy can be so crazy over Hello Kitty stuff. By the way I left you a gift and one for him. I kept them in your wardrobe drawer. Remember to give it to him.
)
Ok, I will tell him you left him a souvenir.
(
He will definitely like the Hello Kitty handphone pouch.
)
I didn’t know he collected Hello Kitty.
(
He can add another item to his collection.
)
Alright, alright, I thank you on his behalf. Bye
“.
"
Ha ha ha, this time I got you fooled
“.
Shit, I was conned into telling her the fucking session I had with LB3CM. Tonight when she was in slumber, she should have a sound sleep. "
Please don’t get angry. Actually, I didn’t want to trick you. I just want to know your reaction when I said ‘you don’t have come here anymore’. I am happy with your reaction. For that I will give you another reward
“. What she had said would also ensure that I would have a sound sleep.
Kekeke…bro ZizouZizou…another interlude to a 2nd cuming soon….
Keep up the good work…u shd be writing for some erotic novels.
bro Z..
Been reading form Neighbour to Tn… wooo man very good storys… keeping coming more…
Question.. you still seening LB3 or LB1..
Keep up the good work
Nail,
If I tell you now what happened to LB1 and LB3, I will be nailed by all the readers here for revealing the subsequent and ending parts of this chapter. Please accept my sincere apologies.
Those who have read my post this morning,
It was awful when I saw my last post. As I have said previously, I always correct mistakes and insert things that I have left out in subsequent post. Here is what I have done.
AMENDED
Hello LB3CM, how are you?
(Fine but a bit tired.)
Sorry to call you at this time. Busy working and came back late.
(It’s alright. I understand.)
How? Did my friend took care of you yesterday?
(Yes, he is a nice guy. He told me that you wanted him to look after me. When I told him that I didn’t want to go any place, he wanted to take me for lunch. He is so caring.)
Did you have fun?
(Yes, he spoke at length about his Hello Kitty collection. When he heard about my collection, he showed so much interest. I think I have more items than him. Surprisingly a guy can be so crazy over Hello Kitty stuff. By the way I left you a gift and one for him. I kept them in your wardrobe drawer. Remember to give it to him.)
Ok, I will tell him you left him a souvenir.
(He will definitely like the Hello Kitty handphone pouch.)
I didn’t know he collected Hello Kitty.
(He can add another item to his collection.)
Alright, alright, I thank you on his behalf. Bye.
UPDATE
I felt awful being conned by LB3, to tell her something I didn’t want to reveal. She was really a professional con person. If she had used her talent, I was sure that a lot of men here would have been conned by her.
If I had stuck to my instinct, she would not have succeeded in bluffing me. ‘THE STING’ simply didn’t end there. I am sorry to have bore all the readers with such irrelevant details. I was sure Henry Gondorff and Johnny Hooker were no match compared to LB3. Please don’t crack your head guessing ’the sting’ just like you have done when you were watching the movie. Just sit back and relax in the same way as you enjoyed watching the suave and cool Paul Newman and the handsome and dashing Robert Redford. LB3 was HG and JH combined and I was Doyle Lonnegan. [The Sting was a 1973 production. The story was about how HG and JH cheated DL.] What LB3 did to me was harmless. Maybe a little of my pride vanished with her sting.
I was sure LB3 had seen the gifts when she took out her undergarments. She could have opened up the gift wraps to see the items inside and then sealed back the paper wrappings. Anyway, those details were not of interest to me. It was my indifferent attitude that allowed LB3 to carry out ‘The Sting’ successfully.
I became a sex warrior engaging battles in LB3’s arena. The spirit of a sex warrior was his sword (rod). He had to use it to slice through the openings of his opponents and to ensure that they were dead (tired). I really don’t know who the next wench would be. Surely it won’t take long for me to find out.
From her smses, LB3 had reveal that this lady does a lot of travelling taking care of her child here and her business back home. I guessed she must be filthy rich. Which meant that I had to show her that I was pretty loaded (with cum). It was unusual for LB3 to feed me so much information. Who cares if she was rich, the end result was always a good fuck where both of us left each other satisfied.
The date was set for the duel, 2 pm on a Friday at the Coliseum of LB3. I didn’t know what to call this kind of arrangement. ONS wasn’t the correct term. Last night, I read about SHANNON, the lady officer who had just passed out from OCS. So I shall called this OCS (One Chance Sex). After you have skewed you opponents and you won’t get a rematch.
Bro ZIZZ, once again, thanks for a lovely week of fantasy
reading materials, made my week. Weekend is just round the corner now, have a great happy bonking weekend, and many many more pages of stories to come, cheers…………enjoyed every one of it. Stick to your own bery personalized writing style, its u, its wat u are, why change to suit? Thanks once again!!
eeemen,
Thanks. I fully agree with you. Halfway through, I thought of including some Singlish. Seems that readers here enjoyed those stories written with a local flavour. I have dropped that idea and continue to be who I am. Anyway, you too have a great weekend and I will assure that the Sting is worth waiting for. If not, Don’t Shoot Me I’m Only The Script Writer.
UPDATE
At 2 pm sharp, LB3RF stood at the door waiting for me. I took half day leave and was punctual for the appointment. We didn’t waste any time, as we quickly got into our battle gears to face each other in the arena, all ready for the fight.
To tell the truth, I was really out of place. She removed her Rolex watch, her diamond ring and ear rings and placed them on the table. I wanted to place my cheapo nonbranded watch next to her items but in the end, decided to put it in my pocket. She removed her Gucci dress to show her matching Victoria Secret bra and panties. My oh my, such expensive taste. Her hourglass figure (with B-Cup boobs) must be the result of many hours in the gym. Her look was not that fantastic but she has “nv ren wei” (I think direct translation is “woman taste”. Please correct me if I am wrong)
In the arena nobody talks about wealth, it would always be SURVIVAL. Survival would mean I had to last till the final round. After we shook tongues(sex gladiators don’t shake hands), I wanted to try out her most expensive taste. I spread her legs and went to taste her pussy. She had raised her head to take a look at me. With my head occasionally bobbing up and down, I could see that she was enjoying my little dagger immensely when it went up and down the entire opening. The occasional thrusts into the hole was to clear the way for the sword to make the final kill. I waited and waited for her mouth to sharpen my sword but it didn’t happen.
The dagger had done its job, now it was time for her to see the spirit of the sex warrior, the symbol of all the pleasures, that women had seek out over a few decades. LB3RF was ready as she held it at the entrance of her diamond studded hole (It was only my imagination because of the glitters from her sweat and juice around the rim of her cunt). Within a few thrusts of the sword, LB3RF was dead (tired). LB3RF spoke with a husky voice, "
You were highly recommended by LB3. Despite all my travelling, I had to reschedule my appointments to fit in this session. I am not disappointed. I think Money Can’t Buy Me Love
“. She was actually telling me that she had not fuck for a long time.
"
Are you Ready?
" I asked her if she was ready for Round 2. This time round, she caught me by surprise when she pinned me to the arena. She climbed on top of me, whipped up my sword and gobbled it down her cunt, hoping to inflict maximum damage. Both my hands reached for her back so that I could yank myself up to taste her 2 other expensive identical items. The duel suddenly tilted to her advantage when she inflicted some damage to the sword. My mouth let me down as I failed to divert her attention from plunging her cunt on the spirit of the sex warrior.
When we reached the final round, it became gladiators’ wrestling. We wrestled to put our opponent a position where we can kill the opposition. With my weight advantage, it wasn’t difficult for me to pin her head downwards. She tried to break free, by pulling her legs inwards. Now my face was in a very awkward position, I was whiskers away from her cunt. I saw her wet cunt and as I already had enough of her tonic, I got up to ram her from the back. I rammed her on and on and on. Even though her softened body collapse on the bed, I had to ensure she was dead (tired). I brought her up again to continue the thrusting actions. Then the sole survivor brought out the spirit of the sex warrior and shot all over her back. I had to prepare myself from the shelling of LB3 as she would again find the mess on the bedsheet.
After that, LB3RF brought me to Compass Rose for a well deserved dinner. Please don’t embarrass me by asking me ‘who paid’ for the dinner.
Although LB3RF ate so much, she still had an appetite for more. After we were at street level, she ran across the road to the Raffles Hotel and I struggled to keep pace with her. Luckily she could find a room and we checked in. I like this hotel for a sentimental reason. [I will mentioned it much much later in future updates.]
After another fuck, LB3RF told me that she had to go. Holy smoke, when you are rich it doesn’t mean that you can throw away hard earned money. I told her I would check out the room for her tomorrow. She told me that she would be going home by taxi. I knew she wouldn’t allow me to send her home because it was all part of LB3’s deal for the OCS. I quickly sent an sms to LB3 and waited for her reply. Meanwhile, I cooked up some fucking excuses to tell my wife that I am having overnight poker (doesn’t it sounds like poke her) at my friend’s place. The reply from LB3 was to fetch her at 11 pm and that there was $1k deposit at the front desk. Never thought of the mode of payment because she gave her credit card when we checked in.
I was thinking that. if I gave LB3 a good fuck, she would probably not pursue the matter of the dirty bedsheets. I fetch her from her shop to the hotel. I had to explain the reasons for ending up in the hotel. From the look of it, she already knew. When we were in the room, LB3 said, “I supposed you had done nothing to my friend. So we can fuck nonstop until the next morning”. Now I had to be truthful because I already 4 rounds with LB3RF, 1 or 2 more was still humanly possible. Beyond that, tomorrow’s headlines would be “MAN FUCK TO DEATH”.
LB3 was not that greedy, she was just like my neighbour’s mother, very understanding and considerate. We spent some time soaking in the long bath, sufficient time for me to regain my energy. “Look here, we fuck now and then I will let you rest until tomorrow. First thing in the morning you fuck me again. You must do it better than you did to LB3RF”. It was a reasonable deal, and I went according to her instructions.
How long is OCS Course? Who would bother. Anyway, my OCS lasted for another 9 months and each month except the last month, a new lady would come and dirty the LB3’s bedsheet and more often than not, I would get the scolding from LB3. The final month’s invitee, broke those rules that LB3 had established so far. Yes, surprise, surprise. The person who showed up was LB3RF. I suspected that she had bribed LB3 with expensive gifts. That’s actually none of my business as long as I have a good time.
Sorry running out of time to include ‘The Sting’. Hope to be back early to cover that and answer part of nail’s question. My special thanks go to yummybear.
cumbrocum,
Clap, clap. Bravo. Rocky 2 was in 1979 and the introduction of vcd was in late 1982. The Betax version of VCR came out in 1975 and VHS a year later. I discovered the error much earlier but didn’t take any action to correct. You really got sharp eyes to spot such mistakes. The correct system is VCR.
Another mistake was 711. The first 711 store was set up in 1983, franchise licence under Jardine Matheson Group. Now the whole chain is under Dairy Farm Group which also operates Cold Storage and Giant. So this was another error which I didn’t correct. Those days were mainly small stalls run by Indians and they were usually found beside the coffee shops because of high human traffic. These stalls don’t sell drinks because they were near coffee shops but condoms were plenty.
There are facts that I have distorted to protect the identity of the characters involved especially their children. Was I really in Pre-U 1 or the university or was the neighbour really in Pri 3? Even if I was 1, 2 or 3 years older, the disparity in age was still great.
If such details reduced my credibility, so be it. Thanks for raising the error for my clarification.
thomas88,
It may be the case with LB3RF. On the other hand, if she was making a living out of pimping me. Then I will get to fuck those girls every day, maybe not 1 but 2 or 3. The reward always come with a reason. You have done this, good, I will reward you. Like you have said, why bother as long as I got to bonk them. Anyway, thanks for raising the observation.