D!ckster,
Thanks a lot.
eeemen,
Thanks for your compliments.
bg102 & otamay,
Glad we had some common understanding.
ml1138,
Excellent. Viva HA (1963 - 1966), Viva HB (1966 - 1970), Viva HC (1970 - 1979). Yours must be Viva HA. Mine was an old jalopy when I drove it.
NEW JOB (4th One)
Even today, I kept wondering why I left Sherwood Forest, when things were really picking and life was getting cozy. So I found out what were the better prospects and why they are paying me more money. My job was like ‘bao sua bao hai’ (simply meant doing everything from the mountain to the sea), or in my dialect is ‘one leg kick’ (yi jiao ti) The real people who had the best prospects were those lady employees who got to entertain the Big Boss and his deputy. I knew because my job from the mountain to the sea included from office to the fucking venue. Every female employees (new or old) whom the Big Boss or his deputy were dying to fuck were set up by me. So I had to work out and propose the deal to the ladies. Such arrangements also included our lady clients and to my horror they were also interested in the girlfriends of my male colleagues.
My main duty was to be a pimp for my bosses. I was given a basic pay higher than what I got in Sherwood Forest and in addition I was given a bonus for every successful deal. I simply couldn’t bear to see those ladies fuck by the DOMs. Sometimes, part of the perks were to test the products before or after the DOMs had their pleasures. I knew that the job wouldn’t last because for doing all those bad things, I would get retribution later on in my life. So while carrying out my duties, I would be doing my market survey to look out for a new job.
Both their secretaries do not require me to set them up because the DOMs were already fucking them in their offices. I refused to set up the girlfriends of my colleagues by simply telling the DOMs they were not interested. The easiest source of supply were school girls, I chose those who had matured beyond their age and those found near my neighbouring blocks kissing and probably fucking their school mates. I told them it was better to fuck for good money than to fuck those useless schoolmates. Once I set up one, other interested applicants came. The DOM felt uneasy because however good the fuck, they were afraid to get into trouble for having sex with a minor. So those arrangements stopped. I went on to getting those girls in the university and polytechnics. The health centre girl also helped me. Some girls worked part-time to get enough money to continue with their studies.
There was one new female staff that the DOMs were dying to fuck and immediately I knew there was a conflict of interest. I really like to save her for my own pleasure. I have access to every female employees’ CV, and I knew their personal particulars and of course their interest. Right at the top of the application form for ladies, it was stated in bold, ‘It would assist us if you fill in all the required information’. Then at one corner of the form they were asked for their vital statistics. A note below stated that ‘applicants can chose not to provide this information’. Most applicants don’t see the harm in filling that info and I saw C4’s (my 4th colleague) vital statistics that read 35-23-35. I saw her interest was ‘pool’, I think she must be a good pool player. She was staying in a condo in the east. Graduated a year ago and job experience was ‘blank’. I think the company’s selection process was just looking at applicants’ photo and vital statistics.
Another update later tonight.
She was a member of one of the recreational club and I quickly went to the club to collect as much information as possible. Whatever info I gave to my bosses gave them the impression that I was working. C4 was last year’s pool champion in the ladies’ category.
One of the saturdays, I had the chance to bump into her at the lift and I could see her holding an elongated box, must be her cue. “Hi, going to the club for a pool game?” I asked her. She must be shocked that I knew where she was going. “One day, we can meet up for a game”. I was waiting for her to take up the challenge but she kept quiet. “Surely a champ is not be afraid to take on an unknown?” I knew she had to take up the challenge when she said, “At the club, we don’t play for fun. Our stake is at least a 100”. “Really? The stakes are so high? With my friends, we only play for peanuts and drinks”. I finally blew it, thinking that was the end of the challenge.
We went our own way without knowing whether there would be any challenge. Then 1 day, I saw a note on my table, “See you at the club at 8 pm. I will be there to sign you in as a guest”. So I was there at 8 sharp and she was already waiting for me at the recep. “You brought enough money to lose?” There was an air of confidence in her and once I stepped into the pool room, I heard someone said, “Tai du” (“slaughter pig”).
WTSN was my coach in pool. He told me that in the show “The Hustler” starring Paul Newman as the ‘Fast Eddie’, he learned about winning and losing. A winner is always talented, a loser is not talented, but WTSN told me that I was a talented loser. He told me that I lost only because I was beaten by myself and not by him. WTSN told me that if I want to win, then I must look carefully at myself. As usual, I always thought that WSTN was full of shit. Later on, as the pool lessons continued, I started to pick up the skills and I knew what he meant. I started beating him when he raised the stake and he eventually gave up and gave me his cue as well.
I told C4 that I could only afford to lose 4 games. She beat me 4-0 within 40 mins. Then he continued to play with other club members and she won another 6 games. Those guys were actually not in the game. They only like to see her boobs when she cue the ball. She wore white pants made of fabric that was quite thin and her opponent would get a clear view of her black tong. So within less than 2 hours, she made 1k. I told her, “You are fantastic. Nobody can match you. Maybe if I bring my own rod, I will play better”. She laughed and said, “Mister, this is called a cue and not a rod”. I took out my camera and told her that I kept photos of people who had beaten me. I got her into various poses to show her boobs and cleavage and I was sure that the DOMs would love them.
No more updates for tonight. Link is quite bad.
Elementary & AD69,
Yes. You get to see a hustler at work.
8868 & maomao,
A warm welcome to both of you
Bigbluebird,
Thank you very much.
UPDATE
We played the 8-ball game. There are eight solid-colored balls numbered 1 through 7, seven striped balls numbered 9 through 15, an 8 ball, and a cue ball.
We met again 2 weeks later at the club and I brought the cue that WTSN gave me. “Today I brought my own rod here. Let’s see if you can still beat me”. She shook her head, “This is called the cue”.
Even with my own cue, I still lost to her 5 games consecutively. Then I decided to double up the stake to 200 and then to 400. As the stake went higher, it was apparent that she made more mistakes even though I still lost. The crowd that had gathered in the pool room backed her all the way and the side bets went up to odds of 1:5, meaning those who bet her to win, won a dollar for every dollar and if I win, those who betted on me won $5 for every dollar.
I had decided to have 1 last game with her with a stake of $2k. The side bet odds went up to 1:10. The game was every even, and towards the end we were left with the 8 ball (black). At that stage both of us played cautiously, keeping the black ball and the cue ball to the opposite cushions. She thought she had the opening to finish the game, when she sliced the black ball with the cue ball. The black ball inched closer to the hole and everyone let out a sigh of disappointment when it hit the jaw of the hole and rebounded out to let me finish the game. I could see the anger that brought out the radiance from her otherwise expressionless face. The win made me $500 richer. C4 lost only because she was beaten by herself and not by me. When the stakes were high, I played better and she was a bundle of nerves.
She wanted a return match and she got it the following week. The stake remained at $2k and I won the first game and lost when I wanted to lose and after our 7th game, I was still 1 game up. “I think, this rod helped me a lot”. It was indeed the teaching of a good coach (WTSN) that had helped me to triumph over this lady champion of the club. Then she wanted a last game, double or nothing and I got nothing because I wanted to lose to let her regain her pride.
Since she was a member of the club, the food and drinks were all on her account. As I was drinking and eating, I watched her swam at the club’s swimming pool. Surely, those DOMs would love these photos of her in bikini. When I gave those photos to them, Big Boss said, “What fucking good is it to show us these photos? What I want is to fuck her. If I still can’t do that, I will fire her and fire you”. My reply was, “Boss, this is going to be a good catch, you need more patience”. Patience was something not found in their vocab and I knew I had delayed this deal for too long.
I finally made my move. In my next pool game with C4, I lost the first 2 games to her and I scribbled a note and passed it to her. “Double or nothing. You win, you get $10k. You lose, you get nothing but you have to spend a night with me”. Winning the first 2 games had boosted her confidence level to an all time high and she felt that the $10k was safely in her pocket. She opened the game but without any balls going into the pockets. I had a 1 cue game and I could quickly see her radiance glowing in her face once again.
Elementary,
The part you’ve been waiting for.
FINAL UPDATE FOR THE NIGHT
I knew C4 was very devastated. She had won more games than me but she had always let herself down when the stakes were high. Over dinner at the club, I explained to C4 why she had lost. I took those wise words from WTSN and told her that she lost only because she was beaten by herself and not by me. When the stakes were low, she could beat me, so there were absolutely no reasons why she can’t beat me even if the stakes were high. She was still busy analysing those wise words when I said, “Ok, let’s forget about the other part of the bet, you pay me a dollar and you don’t have to sleep with me”. I got the dollar and after our dinner, we went our separate ways.
A month later, my wife had a miscarriage and I knew retribution had finally arrived. I quit my job and before that I told C4 to leave. “Not unless you want to be fuck by those DOMs, you should leave”. That was my advice to C4. She left and found another job giving her the opportunity to do what she was trained for. I thought of going back to Sherwood Forest but decided against it as I knew with my qualifications, I would have no problem finding a good job. I took up the 5th job at another company.
One day, I got an invitation from C4. She wanted me to have dinner at her place. I bought 2 bottles of red wine and was expecting a large crowd but to my surprise it was only a dinner for two. After dinner we sat down to chat. She told me about her work and I told her about what I did in my new company. When she enquired about my wife’s condition, I told her that she was fine but that it would take a little longer before we would try to have another child. What she told me next was indeed a pleasant shock to me, “It was extremely nice that you didn’t want to sleep with me. Do do you know how I felt when my value went from $2k to $1?”. “Sorry, if you felt that way. I only upped the stake so that I could win back my money. I know with such a pretty face and a nice sexy body, you would be worth many times more”. I tried my best to explain. “You think so? What if I ask you to return my dollar?” I gave her $2 and said it was with interest. [Hopefully, she would return what she owed me with interest.]
I helped her to clear the place. After that she brought me to her bedroom. I noticed that she was staring at my cue since I returned her the money. We quickly got ourselves naked. I saw before my very own eyes, the prize that I have captured. It was a wise decision that I didn’t allow her to be ravaged by the DOMs. Her boobs that so many men at the club paid to see, would have cost many times more if they wanted to see them bare. Her 35-23-35 figure was truly a great sight and her nicely trimmed pussy made me wondered, why I didn’t claim my winning at the first instance.
When I laid her onto the bed, I was thinking of the first game that I had beaten her. There were ony 2 balls left, and I held my cue steadily to pot the black ball into the hole. Now I was holding my cue to aim at her hole and gosh, the feeling was like pushing an oversized pool ball into the pool table hole. With every stroke of the cue, she reacted by arching her hip and a loud “yah” as though I have just potted a ball. It wasn’t a 8-ball game, I could have potted more than 30 balls. Soon it was game over and we rested with our bodies clung tightly together. Then she asked me, “So how much do you think I am worth?” My reply was, “Maybe we should have another pool game to decide”.
eeemen and all readers,
Sorry, that I didn’t post over the weekend. Emotionally, I was a bit upset with myself thinking about my wife’s miscarriage. I heard that there are still guys pimping for the filthy rich people. As for the more popular girls, they will demand a higher price and of course, the pimp’s fee would therefore be higher. Generally the lesser known would get at least $3k with a free shopping thrown in making a total of about $5k. This estimates are based on hearsay.
otamay,
“I thought that you had no more chance to up her when she pays you a dollar..” The dollar was meant to be a lesson for her. I think it was foolish of her to bet her cunt on the game even though her skill and her confidence were there. It’s even more stupid if someone bet her cunt on a football game. There are so many deciding factors on a football game. Who would have thought Lionel Lewis after letting in a silly goal came back to save a decider in the penalty shootout.
The first game that I beat her, had 2 balls on the table. I held my cue and aimed to pocket the black ball into the hole. Likewise I had a cue and 2 balls when I entered her hole. A pool champ may not necessarily be power and explosive in bed. Anyway, I think you make a very good co-writer.
UPDATE
Our subsequent pool games were almost always even. She lost when she wanted to lose. Her fucking skills improved every time we went to bed. So it was impossible to put a price tag to her worth. Unlike when people visited Geylang, Texas Lane and Banana Leg or health centres and TN shops, they knew how much they have to pay. So each time she asked me how much she was worth, I would simply reply, “I need more time to work it out”.
At that period of time, life was indeed kind to me. I had my wife, MM, C4 and the hc girl. I found it very hectic to serve each and every one of them. Gradually, I let go of the hc girl. As expected, I let one go, another followed. MM finally found her Robin Hood. It never failed to give me a great feeling, when I found the lady whom I had fuck starting a happy family with someone she really loved. Maybe before her marriage I should have told her, “I don’t care if you are married, you must still fuck me when it’s convenient for you”.
Anyway, it meant I would have more time for C4 on the pool table, as well as on her bed. During one of our pool games, I almost died laughing. I was $2k up when she handed me a note, “Double or nothing. You win, you get $6k. You lose, you get nothing but you have to spend tonight with me”. Obviously, I lost the game. Over dinner, she said, “Ok, let’s forget about the other part of the bet, you pay me a dollar and you don’t have to sleep with me tonight because I just had my mensus”. I gave her the dollar. It was really enjoyable to be with her, we laughed, told a few jokes, she simply knew how to make me comfortable in her presence. She had always teased me about the cue which I called rod and the rod which I called cue. Anyway, cue or rod, it had ready access to her pussy.
C4’s mother passed away during her first year in the U. Her father was often on overseas business trip. Her father had bought another unit in the condo for her brother. Her brother had just gone overseas for studies. On her birthday, her father bought her a pool table and it was place in the hall. On that day, she invited numerous close friends all from her university days. Her pool table was covered up and used to put the food which was catered by my friend. They ate and drank making the occasion really a memorable one for C4. By about 11 pm, the party was officially over. My friend and his worker came and cleared his stuff and also help to clean up her place. C4 had quite a bit of drinks, while I had quite a lot of coke. In her condition, she challenged me a game. I knew she wasn’t up to it but I had to grant her birthday wish and made sure that she won.
She asked me to cover the pool table and while I was doing that, she removed her clothings to show me her birthday suit. Next, she climbed onto the pool table and laid there with her legs opened. We always thought of doing it on the pool table at the club but it was impossible because she always had a big following. So for the first time, I was fucking her on a pool table and I had to make every cue counts. Her rosy cheeks from the alcohol became rosier. She gripped her legs on my waist and her hands was pushing the cushion to keep herself in position with every of my thrust. She had climax after climax after climax, before I shot my load of white hot sperm into her cunt and ended the fucking game on her brand new pool table. She was completely exhausted and I took the blanket from her room and covered her. We spent the night sleeping on the pool table.
8868,
Almost forget to thank you.
AD69,
This one is for you.
FINAL UPDATE FOR THE NIGHT
The lurid affair with C4 continued and lasted the longest among all the ladies I had bedded. I now leave the future development of C4 and the other colleagues in 5th and 6th job and forward to the past, relating the immediate stage of my life after my neighbour’s mother.
When I first reported to CMPB, I had a crew cut. When we were in the unit, I was spared the 4 by 2 haircut which was given to those spotting long hair. I became the CO’s runner after my recruit and vocational training. My CO treated me well and he even attached me to another unit who were having training in ROC. At that time, every soldier proceeding for overseas training had to have a 4 by 2 haircut. I thought my crew cut was good enough. An idiotic officer from the Army Training Dept thought otherwise. Even when the 2IC of the unit spoke up for me, that idiot insisted on reporting me to higher up for not having a 4 by 2 haircut. The irony of the hair cut matter was when we reached ROC. We were received by our perm staff stationed there and most of them were spotting hair longer than the Beatles. Even our perm staff drivers in uniform had long and unkempt hair, so what the fuck did that idiot made so much noise before my departure. When I returned to my unit, my CO told me that he had received a complaint that I was caught with long hair before I left for the overseas training. I explained to him about my situation and that even the 2IC of my attached unit had pleaded for me. He simply laughed and let the matter rest. I am highlighting this incidence because in my opinion a lot of idiots in the Army during those old days deserve a good fuck in their arsehole.
My two and a half years in the NS had stuffed me from sex. Even during the R & R in ROC, because of the hair incidence, I simply had no mood to look for prostitutes, those found in Love River (Ai He) or those who knocked on the hotel room door. In fact, I had to leave my hotel room to allow my roommate to fuck one of those who came knocking on the door.
After I finished my NS, I started looking for a job. When I was roaming the street, I bumped into a foreigner who asked me to direct her to see a doctor. It was sometime in the middle of the year and I think it could be a problem with aclimatisation. Anyway, I offered to bring her to a clinic nearby. After seeing the doctor, she introduced herself as AJ. She was an Australian journalist and she had 1 day stopover before flying off to Burma to write some stories on that country. She had put up at a budget hotel but told me on her return, she would be staying at Raffles Hotel and spending 2 more days here. She told me to look for her at the hotel on the date of her return.
She was away for 5 days and on the specified date, I called the hotel to look for AJ. She told me her Room No and told me that she would be expecting me. AJ was tall, not much a looker but she was always cheerful. She was quite well endowed with big solid buttocks and a pair of boobs (at least a C-Cupper) that first caught my attention when I bumped into her on the street.
She wore a flowery blouse with loose sleeves and had the top 2 buttons unbuttoned, showing enough of her cleavage. She wore a pair of tight jeans which put a lot of emphasis on her buttocks as well as her slightly bulging pussy. During dinner at a nearby restaurant (we were seated on a round table), I feasted on her boobs, the view from her front and the view from the side of her left loose sleeve. She wore a light blue lacy half-cup bra and from the loose sleeve I could see a bit of her left nipple. She had a great appetite for our local food and I slowly developed an appetite for Australian delicacies.
I will leave the actions for tomorrow.
otamay,
Sorry, no photos. Last time, NS pay was so miserable, that I think one month pay is not enough for 1 night stay in Raffles Hotel. So, where got $ to buy a camera. I don’t think I would reveal any identity by posting photos.
AD69,
Service back to normal.
UPDATE
We had quite a heavy dinner and when we got back to her hotel room, we sat and chatted to allow our food to digest. Our bodies were sticky from the hot and humid night when we were out dining. AJ suggested we have a bath together. I had developed a big problem when I watched her undressed. When she removed her blouse and jeans, I saw her entire light blue lacy half-cup bra complete with a pair of matching panties. I had to wait until we were in the bathroom before we removed our undergarments.
Her back was towards me when she removed her bra and panties. LB3F’s buttocks were comparable to hers. I couldn’t wait to find out if those humps were bouncy. When she turned sideways to turn on the shower, her knockers brought blood rushing to the tip of my hard rod. I still couldn’t catch a glimpse of her pussy. I took my position behind her to help with the soaping of her body. Just when I reach the lower half of her body, I felt her cleanly shaven pussy. This was my first encounter with a clean shaven pussy, in fact it was the only one with all the ladies in my life.
It was her turn to soap me and I told her not to waste too much time in the bathroom. From the bathroom, we made a dash to the bed. We were engaged in a long passionate kiss before I moved my mouth to taste the first Australian delicacy. She let out some soft moans when I nibbled on her nipples. That signalled our hands to get into motion and my right hand reached her wet pussy and her left hand went to grab my hard rod. I didn’t want to ejaculate from her handjob but my finger fucking got a lot of her juice flowing out.
It was as if we had some kind of telepathy between us, because when I wanted to taste the second Australian delicacy, we adopted the 69 position almost simultaneously. I went down to eat her pussy and slurped on her juice and she gave me a wonderful blowjob. Our reaction to both our actions had brought us to a higher level of satisfaction, when she said, “I am ready for you, please fuck me now”. I was also ready for her when I inserted my rod into her cunt. I started fucking her with slow deep thrusts and she urged me to go faster. This was the second white woman whom I had lusted and in a similar manner as I had done to KFW, I brought her to her climax and at the same time I shot my whole load into her. We washed up and slept until the next morning.
In the morning, I was awakened when AJ went to do her small business in the toilet. When she returned to the bed, we were ready for more actions and this time I wanted to fuck her from behind. She got on all fours and I held her big humps and penetrated her from the rear. It was the easiest way to get her to climax because I could thrust harder and deeper into her cunt. I didn’t want to cum as yet, not before I had enjoyed an Australian ride. She was a very good rider as she managed to make both of us cumming together. It was much later that I found out that Australia had quite a lot of female profession jockeys and the first two that raced here was Irene Pateman and Paula Wagg.
After our lunch I brought AJ for sightseeing and spent the rest of the day visiting many places of interest. We had not properly timed ourselves and later realised that we didn’t have enough time for another fuck. Anyway, for parting gifts, AJ gave me a quick blowjob and I gave her a mouthful of cum which she swallowed to bring them back to Australia. We went to the airport in a taxi. At the airport, AJ finally said, “Goodbye mate”. This was a wonderful Australian experience that I had, since my neighbour’s mother left me.
I love the Aussies and in fact I spent one Christmas in Gold Coast with my wife. I also like their famous folk song and I had put in new lyrics and dedicate the song to someone whom I don’t know and don’t intend to know. My song is called “I Love Matilda” and it’s about the nice kind of fun that most people read in the papers nowadays. Maybe if I can put my brain to work, I can even come out with the first verse talking about the folly blackman. Maybe some readers who know what my song is about, would like to contribute some wordings.
I Love Matilda (sung to chorus of the famous folk song)
I love Matilda, how’s that Matilda
Here is my big dick waiting now for you
And we kiss and we suck and waited for my dick to bonk
You are the one that my big dick will bonk
FINAL UPDATE FOR TONIGHT
To end my Australian experience, I have finished the first verse to my folk song ‘I Love Matilda’. Here it goes
Once a folly blackman has his hands in every wrong
Under the sham of a big charity
And he sue and he won against those who say that he was wrong
What can he do now that the case was strong
Try singing it and see whether you like it. In the famous folk song, there are 4 verses and the chorus will be sung after each verse. So, if you want to crack your head, you can add more verses to ‘I love Matilda’.
FIRST JOB FIRST TARGET
I found my first job after numerous interviews. One of my father’s teaching was “kiang joo hor, ng mai keh kiang” (meaning be smart but not too smart). The direct translation is “smart is enough, don’t fake smart”. Anyway, that was one of his teachings that I had forgotten. Right in this first company, this young novice who was in the unfamiliar office environment, started to seek attention. Yes, he succeeded in getting all kind of attentions from the middle management starting with his supervisor who said, “Young chap, you have a good idea. Go work on it”. Time and again, I had to work on my own suggestions, while those with no suggestion, drank coffee, carried out market survey and talked about the previous night’s programs on Channel 8.
The initiation went to the extreme, when the supervisor even told my fellow co-workers to see that ‘smart alec’ when they encountered problems. Anyway, the situation had its pros even though it was much lesser than the cons. One of the pros was my female colleagues had to see me more often than was required and I always got free teabreaks and lunches from them. There was this lady called C1 who was overly friendly and as I was warned by my father “never shit in your own company”. Well, I thought it was a sound advice and so I kept my distance from her. Anyway, I thought I was being too cautious because at 5 sharp, C1’s boyfriend would be at the carpark waiting to fetch her home.
After much longer observations, I found that C1 was changing boyfriends like she was changing her underwears. The longest boyfriend lasted 3 months and one was as short as a week. Anyway, there was nothing to change my mind from disobeying my father’s warning until one day, when C1 approached me with a problem at 5 pm. She suggested that we discussed the problem over dinner, which would be her treat. So I went to have dinner with C1 at a nearby restaurant.
Continue tomorrow and see what kind of a person C1 was.
Spurslover,
Thanks, as long as people enjoy reading, points or no point meant little to me.
AD69,
Yes, new and easy target.
CLA-Tuck,
Hopefully, with my folk song, I can be a lyricist.
UPDATE
Ok, one more verse to my folk song
Then we heard the blackman given peanuts to go on
No one has said that everything’s gone wrong
And we thought that our money has gone to the charity
Into his pocket our money has gone
BACK TO C1.
The dinner was nothing to shout about. We only had fried noodles and as we ate, I told her how to resolve her problem. Then C1 suggested to have a drink and off we went to a lounge. She found a table near a loudspeaker and my ears were blasted till the ringing lasted a whole week. The loud music gave C1 the excuse to lean closer to me and whisper in my ears. Every word that she had spoken, came with the flicking of her tongue on my right ear lobe. The feeling on my ear lobe gave me an instant erection. Then, her left hand reached across my left shoulder and she used her fingers to draw circles on my left ear lobes. Having both my ears enduring the sensation, was too much for me remain tortured by C1. So I signalled to her to drink up. Then she asked me if I wanted to go to her place to continue with our conversation. [Was it to continue with the torture?]
We took a taxi to her place, a HDB 3-room flat. When C1 opened the door to her house, her parents were sitting in the hall watching TV. I exchanged greetings with C1’s parents and was immediately ushered into her bedroom. Her parents’ expression was like ‘a new guy fucking our daughter again’, as I heard her mum telling her dad, “Another new boyfriend”. Maybe they gave the same expression to many of her boyfriends she had brought home.
She had only a king size mattress tucked to a corner in her room. There was a wardrobe (with long mirrors on both doors) to the side of her mattress and there was a dressing table with a stool at another corner. I sat on the stool and watched C1 stripped herself. Then she sat on the bed and invited me to sit next to her. In my mind, I was thinking what kind of a person C1 was.
If she had so many boyfriends, I could only describe her as a nymphomaniac. I wanted to ask her how many other men had screwed her on the bed we sat on. I have seen 6 of them coming to fetch her home. I had heard that 2 guys in the office had already fuck her, so I must be the third one. C1 was quite good looking, with small boobs but she was the shortest among all the ladies that I had bedded. She turned on her stereo system to almost the same volume as it was in the lounge. She continued where she left off at the lounge and with her skilful hands, she removed my clothings.
I took out the condom, which was given to me by the camp when we were in ROC. I wasn’t sure of the use by date, but an expired date condom was definitely safer than doing it raw with her. The lust in her over so many men, had taken over control of her, as she quickly capped me and pinned me down onto the bed. She straddled over my hard rod and position it for penetration. She must be addicted to sex, as she rode me on and on, shaking her head and groaning as if she was trying to match the volume of the sound system. From the wardrobe mirror, I could see my rod appearing and disappearing into her cunt.
She was the domineering one in our entire fucking session as she lifted herself each time only to engulfed the rod in the downward movement. Each time, she went down, she would grind her cunt on my rod. Her actions had made me reach the point of cumming. As she reached her climax, she grabbed my body and I could feel her cunt muscle gripping on my rod to squeeze out the whole lot of sperm that was shot entirely into the rubber.
She helped me to remove the condom full of my sperm and then clean the rod with tissue. She wrapped herself in a towel and went to the bathroom at the back to take her bath. Her parents must have known that we just finished our fucking session. I waited for her to return to her room, then watched her put on a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. Then she escorted me to the door and I said goodbye to C1 and her parents.
AD69,
Yes, she was fucking powerful. I think she was on sex overdrive, living for sex and fucking to live. Kind of like the washerwoman’s daughter.
KingBong,
Yours is another good neighbourhood story. Drink more soup, it’s good for you. Please tell us more about Linda with or without the soup.
FINAL UPDATE
THIRD VERSE OF MY FOLK SONG
Now we heard his travels spending all our hard earned money
Two million dollars in two years or three
And he spent and he squandered all the money that we gave
Who can believe we were cheated by him
MORE SEX WITH C1
Now I was given the status of C1’s boyfriend. Weekdays, I would just fuck her and returned home. Weekends I would camp overnight at her place. C1 could fuck all day and still wanted more. I fuck all day, and wanted more rest. I was sure C1 had kept a vibrator somewhere in her room or she might be as health conscious as the washerwoman and her daughter, i.e. consuming more fruits and vegetables. I didn’t find out until one day. The day before, I attended my relative’s wedding dinner and I didn’t get to see C1. That day when I was in her room, I saw in her wastepaper basket a green banana capped with a condom.
So C1 couldn’t wait for me to fuck her. Upon entering her room she quickly got ourselves undressed in double quick time. Maybe C1 was too hasty and she forgot to switch on the sound system. Then she pointed her buttocks towards me and wanted me to ram her from behind. This was her favourite position because without fail she would derived multiple orgasm. Now her “own sound system” was making loud screams which got her mother knocking on the door. Immediately she grabbed a pillow to cover her mouth. The excitement created by the knock on the door, got the better of me and I shot my load of cum again into the rubber.
When I left, her parents gave me the kind of stares that was stranger than those that I got from the hotel staff when I checked in with my neighbour’s mother. C1 blamed me for turning on her sound system and forgetting to turn on the stereo system. It really wasn’t my fault because when C1 desparately needed sex, she would even forget what’s her father’s name.