icesmoke,
You may be exaggerating. How can my story be addictive? icesmoke vs siambus, let us know the score.
thomas999,
AL is the Ah Long, who operated lending business to those gamblers who lost and needed immediate cash. HCG1 got financial support from AL to manage the pawnshop business in those gambling dens. People who lost heavily pawn their rolex watches, gold chains and other valuable items.
Elementary,
Thanks for clarifying with thomas999 on my behalf.
otamay,
The first night in Bangkok, I had my first fuck with HCG1.
LAST UPDATE FOR THE NIGHT
It was certainly no exaggeration when I came out of the bathroom with my rod rising to the occasion of having my first fuck with HCG1. I came out naked and she was also naked in the bed waiting for me. I wanted to put on a condom but she said it wasn’t necessary. Those papayas were really inviting. The decision not to have dessert after our dinner, was a good call, as I laid beside her, ready for my papaya dessert. I have many mouthfuls of those papayas and she got extremely excited. She didn’t ask me to fuck off but instead parted her legs to form a V and asked me to penetrate her. I held onto her feet and inserted my rod into her cunt. There was sufficient juice to ensure a smooth entry. As the upwards and downwards movements picked up speed, I pressed her legs forward to afford my rod deeper penetration into her wet hole. We fuck in that position for a good half an hour before both of us cummed together.
We rested and she told me that her job at the HC was to be kept a secret. To her family members and her neighbours, she appeared to be very well off. Once a neighbour was at the HC and she avoided meeting him and stayed in the staff room until he was gone. I couldn’t imagine what would happen if the neighbour saw her and spread the words in the neighbourhood. Most probably all her neighbours would end up fucking her and one of them might even post in SBF before me with a thread called My Neighbours’ Mother. [I made the mistake when I started my story. The heading should be My Neighbour’s Mother.]
While we were chatting, I wanted to kiss her, but she refused because she said it was dirty. I tried asking her to give me a blowjob and again she refused by saying that it was dirty. I couldn’t even eat her pussy. No kissing, no blowjob and no cunnilingus, I could only be contented with eating her papayas. Perhaps, that could be the reason why she had such big solid boobs. I really didn’t know what else could any men do for foreplay with so much restrictions. After sufficient rest, I wanted her to ride me. She told me that fucking was a man’s job. Then I wanted her to get on her fours, so that I could ram her from behind. She told me that she was not a bitch.
Then the V sign appeared. This time round, I pushed her legs towards her chest so as to lift up her cunt a bit higher. I knelt on the bed and position my rod to enter her cunt. I pumped her cunt in the unusual kneeling position. As her cunt was slightly raised, the rod was hitting her G-spot during every inward thrust. She had at least 3 orgasm before I shot my load into her. The next morning, when I got up, I saw the V sign again. After inserting my rod into her pussy, I held her legs together so that her cunt would have a better grip on my rod. So the first 3 fucks were all in the same position and I had to create the variables with the position of her legs and my own position. She certainly deserved the title “The Laziest Fucker”.
juzz,
Yes, I wanted to call her TLF or even TLN (tua liap ni) but I had to keep count and therefore I chose HCG1.
UPDATE
We went for our complimentary breakfast at the hotel restaurant. We saw the white guy with his lady companion having their breakfast. I could see that he was still angry over the previous night incident. They left the restaurant before us. When we left the restaurant, we saw the couple waiting at the entrance of the hotel carrying 2 plastic bags of bombs. I guessed some of them might be filled with his urine. HCG1 and myself sat at the lobby waiting for them to go off. The white guy had nutured a lust for revenge against me and was patiently waiting for us to leave. I thought it was better for us to return to our room.
In the room, what else could we do besides fucking. I took off my clothings while she took off hers. Those papayas were again eaten by me to stimulate her until the V was in sight. Now, I just slipped my legs beside her buttocks and her legs went to the sides of me with her feet resting on the bed. I grabbed her thighs to position her bushy pussy at my rod and fuck her in a sitting position. At the start of every forward thrust, I would pull her thighs to bring her cunt closer. In this way, the banging of her cunt could be hard and the force would push her body forward. This continued with until we cummed together.
After the fuck, we got dressed and went down to the lobby. That idiot wasn’t there anymore. This was the second time I was at ’the City of Angels’ as the Thai would call it Krung Thep. So we got a taxi and our first stop was Si Mian Fo (4 Face Buddha). The Thai called it San Phra Phrom or Erawan Shrine. It was created as a spirit house connected to the Erawan Hotel. The forces of the typical Thai spirit house didn’t seem effective enough during the building of the hotel, so spiritual persons advised that it should be replaced with the four-headed image of Brahma. There have been no further hitches since then, and the shrine has became famous for bringing good fortune. People offered colourful flower garlands, lotus, incense and candles. Often, if a wish had been granted, people thank the spirits by donating teak elephants or commissioning the classical Thai dancers and live orchestra.
Our next stop was at the Floating Market at Damnoen Saduak. There we got hit by a few bombs from those boys living in those huts. We had our lunch in Sukhumvit area and then proceeded for some shopping in MBK. Our dinner was taken at MBK after buying some T-shirts and some Thai silk. In the evening, we had a traditional Thai massage and then went to see the ladyboy show. After the show, the taxi brought us back to our hotel. Back in our room, we took our bath and then had our fifth fuck.
For this fuck, I took my time eating those papayas until she begged me to fuck her. I placed both her legs on my shoulders and I pumped her until we cummed together. We slept after that. The next morning, I was the first to wake up to do my small business. When I got back to the bed, she was lying on her side. I positioned myself behind her back and inserted my rod into her cunt with a big thrust. She woke up from her sleep and shouted “No, no. Please don’t rape me”. I removed my rod and I felt a bit lost. I had already fuck her 5 times and now she was saying that I was raping her. She was trembling and perspiring when she turned around and saw me. She cried and asked me what the fuck I was doing. I replied, “I was fucking you”. Then she asked, “Why didn’t you wake me up?” This was really strange because I didn’t know I have to wake her up when I wanted to fuck her. Anyway, I apologised to her and told her to continue with her sleep.
We didn’t have any fuck after that. We went to the restaurant and again saw the white guy and his lady companion taking their breakfast. On our way out from the restaurant, I saw both of them checking out of the hotel. We waited until they left and took a taxi to visit the Grand Palace, Wat Arun. After our lunch, we visited Wat Phra Kaew and the crocodile farm. In the night, we went to Patpong, a busy night market aimed at tourists. We also went to Khao San Road, one of the world’s very first international streets. We had our dinner before we roamed the walking street, it allows visitors to see the diversity of the world on one single road where East meets West.
Thomas88,
Thank you for explaining to AD69.
AD69,
Sorry, I was out and didn’t reply to your question.
LAST UPDATE FOR THE NIGHT
When we got back to the hotel, we had our bath. Then HCG1 explained why she shouted rape in the morning. After her divorce, one night her ex-husband came into the house and raped her. The locks to the house was not changed and her husband still had the house keys. From then on, unless she was awoke or drunk, nobody could make love to her when she was asleep. Even the first time when HL made love to her, she also shouted rape but HL was overpowering her and continued to screw her until she realised it was HL.
After that the V sign came out again, and I asked her whether I could continue where I left off in the morning. She laid on her side and I leaned my body close to her back and inserted my rod into her cunt. This time, I rammed her from the rear and for the first time we didn’t fuck in the missionary position. While ramming her, I also brought my 2 hands to squeeze those papayas. I tried getting her on her fours, but she resisted. In order not to antagonise her, I kept fucking her in the same position until both of us cummed together. We had another fuck in the morning and this time I made sure that she was awoke. After our breakfast, we went for another round of shopping in the area around the hotel before we got a taxi to bring to the airport. That was the end of our holiday in the City of the Angels and I was poorer by another $500.
Back home, SSO was still fucking her 3 times a week and sometimes on weekends when he was providing the bridal car services. I fitted in on 2 nights a week and we spent our time in the hotels before I sent her home. Sometimes on Saturdays, when her children were in school, I would go to her house to fuck her. The arrangements were indeed very neat and she was happy being close to 2 men and I was happy being one of the 2 men.
Then one day, she passed me a photo frame with a canvas photograph. The photo of SSO and her was taken in a studio. She told me that she had vacated her love nest and asked me to keep the photo for her. That would mean that she and SSO had broken off. I put the frame in a box and sealed it up. At one corner of my wardrobe, I placed the box. Now HCG1 was all to me and I increased my time to 3 times a week. Sometimes, I would go to her house in the morning when her children left for school, screwed her before I left for my office.
Her financial support from SSO should have ended but she had not asked me for any help. There were a few occasions, I actually accompanied her to some gambling dens. I stayed outside to wait for her, so I didn’t know what she was there for. I supposed some gamblers must have owed her money and she was there to collect them. Anyway, those places have enough people to “gor chui” (some form of lookouts) and I think they were seldom caught. One day after coming out from a gambling den, she gave me a watch. I didn’t know what kind of watch it was but there were some glittering stones. I kept it without wearing it.
After SSO had left her, she started drinking again. Sometimes, she said that her neighbour, a rich lady invited her out for drinks and sometimes, the drinking was her colleagues. There was a day, when she and her colleague were so drunk that they showed up at my home (of course, my parents weren’t in). Both of them vomitted in the hall and I had to spent sometime cleaning up the place. How unfortunate her colleague was drunk, otherwise I would have fuck her. The next morning, I woke both up and got a taxi to send them home, after which I took a bus to my office.
In my next update tomorrow, I will tell readers how my relationship with HCG1 ended.
otamay,
Whether HCG1 was a good fucker or not was immaterial, it was how our relationship ended that caused me some concern. She was a good person, filial to her elderly mother and also being a good mother to her children. Maybe it was for her own survival that she had to get someone to support her. If I had supported her right after she left SSO, then I could continue to be with her.
UPDATE
The relationship between me and HCG1 started to drift aparted. First, she told me that during one of the visits to a gambling den she met HL and he was prepared to give her $200 for a fuck. I tried discouraging her from going to the appointment with HL and was even prepared to give her the money. It didn’t work and she ended up with HL for a night. Subsequently, HL met her once a week.
Secondly, HCG1’s ex-husband who brought the child that was closest to him out, saw me at her flat. Perhaps her child might have told the father that I was the mother’s boyfriend. I actually saw her ex-husband once when I sent HCG1 home in a taxi. She told me that was her ex-husband. When the ex-husband he fetched his child out for meals, he would ride a scooter. One day, I drove a friend’s car (he was overseas) to HCG1’s place and after fucking her, I drove the car back to my office. When I just left her carpark, I saw a scooter tailing me. The scooter came to the driver’s side and I recognised that it was HCG1’s ex-husband. He tried to kick the car door with his left leg but his kick was inches away. The second kick was closer and I stepped on the accelerator and drove away from him. It was really dangerous for him to do that. Once his scooter slipped, there would be an accident. Likely, other cars travelling behind him would run over him.
Thirdly, one morning, I saw another man sending her home. I suspected this could be her new boyfriend. Anyway, I kept my distance from her and would only visit her once a week. Usually, I went to her place on Saturdays. I didn’t tell her the reasons why I had decreased the frequency of meeting her, but she suspected it could be because of HL. When she knew that we were finally over, she called me to her new love nest and wanted one last fuck with me. I turned it down and left a disappointed HCG1. One day, she called me in my office and told me to bring her colleague (the drunked one that came with her to my home) out. She said that her colleague was interested in me.
I was hesitant because I was now with C2 and my future wife. Anyway, the thought that I wanted to fuck her when she was at my house overwhelmed me. So I went to the HC and waited for HCG1C outside her place of work. We went for supper and then proceeded to a hotel which I had earlier booked. HCG1C wasn’t that pretty, maybe spoilt by her parrot nose but she was a little overweight. Her boobs were a bit smaller than those papayas. In hotel room, I took the bath first because she had to undo all her make up. I waited for her in the bed while she took her bath. She came out wrapped in a towel and joined me in bed.
I kissed her lips and unwrapped the towel showing off her slightly sagging boobs. Her pointed nipples got my lips sucking them and her left hand went to grab my rod. My right hand went down to her pussy and slowly caressed the cunt lips. I caressed her pussy for some time and strangely her cunt was still dry. I opened up her dry pussy and finger fuck her, the entry wasn’t that smooth without any of her juice. I guessed she must be a frigid lady. At this point, her left hand had given my rod quite a good handjob.
I went to my trousers’ pocket and took out a condom and capped my rod. I laid her down on the bed and penetrated her with my oily capped rod. The rod made the entrance into the cunt without difficulty. It was after fucking her for about 10 minutes that I finally got her to response with her moans and the pushing of her cunt to my rod. The fucking went on for another few minutes and I shot my load into the rubber. I couldn’t feel her having her climax. Then I asked her, “You didn’t like it?” Her reply was, “Yes, I like it but, I always take a long time to get going and most often than not I don’t get my climax”. When I removed the condom, I discovered that there were traces of her cunt juice but not that much.
FINAL UPDATE FOR TONIGHT
Going to watch Tottenham Hotspur vs Manchester United
We chitchat for a little while before we went to sleep. In the morning, I got up, took another condom and capped my rod and started to fuck her from the rear. She woke up and push her cunt towards me and allowed me to ram her. Again her response was slow, no moan and no movement from her. I then told her to get on the fours and I began to ram her hard. As my rod started to smack hard on her cunt, she started moving her buttocks slowly pushing her cunt towards my rod. Her screams could now be heard as the speed of my thrust quickened. The sperm in my rod had now built up for a final explosion. I wouldn’t know how long before she would climax. Selfishly, I shot my full load into the rubber. I slumped on her back and was panting for air, while she simply laid on the bed having only some slight effect of the fucking.
We took our bath and I got a taxi to sent her home. I got an taxi to report to my office. The kind of fucking with HCG1C was truly uninteresting. Unless, there were no other ladies around for a good fuck, she could still be a bedding partner. Anyway, that was the last time I went out with her. HCG1 actually called me up to find out how her colleague was and I simply told her that HCG1C was too good to be my type.
Back to my second job. Again, I forgot my father’s advice about not being too smart. I learned to do my job quite quickly. Then I had to keep myself occupied carrying out those works that came with my suggestions. It was a complete replication of those things that I had done in my first company. Many of my colleagues would come to me for assistance. There was this lady colleague whom I kind of like. She was always dressed quite smartly and most time she was in her jacket and pants. Very often, she was seen with another lady. They were both the same height but this other lady often wore blouse with long skirt. Usually on Saturdays, her skirt would get much shorter. Between the two, the one in pants looked more pretty and much more voluptuous.
They seemed to be inseparable, often going out for lunch together and often came to see me together. The lady in the blouse would often dominate our conversations without giving me a chance to talk to the other lady. Anyway, both of them became very good to me until one day, the lady in the blouse told me not to touch her good friend because she already had a steady. As for herself, she said that she just broke up with her steady. So the lady in blouse had laid down the ground rules, if I was interested, it had to be her and not her good friend. I kept thinking so what if she had a steady, it was always the best man who would win her.
So with this short introduction to my second job, who was going to be C2? I will talk about this tomorrow.
Eternity_Gal,
I wasn’t a wolf, that’s why many people in the office don’t know who was my target. I just left things as it came. Nobody in the office actually gave a thought to the girl in the pants because she had a steady and everyone in the office, except me, met her steady. Now the girl in blouse after breaking off with her steady, had found a few suitors in the office.
UPDATE
I would call the lady in blouse C2A and the other lady C2B. I have all the time in the world to appreciate the situation and then go in for my target. Of course, there were nights when all guys went out for massage and then on some occasions, some girls would join us for drinks. C2A being the domineering kind was always the Director of Ops. Where would we go for our drinks and even the seating arrangement was under her. I always got to sit on her left while C2B would be on her right. The funny thing was every time we drank, C2A and C2B would end up drunk and one of C2A’s suitors would send her away. C2B’s steady was on call and would come in his car to fetch her away.
There was an outing where we celebrated C2A’s birthday and she got real drunk. C2B kept looking after her and didn’t really drank much. Of course, one of the suitors sent C2A away leaving behind C2B. “Hi, waiting for you driver?” I asked C2B. " No. Waiting for a taxi". So steady not coming. “Actually, I didn’t have enough drinks. I wonder if you like to go for another round”. C2B wanted another round of drink. So, we went to another lounge nearby and I ordered our drinks, mine had to be the coke. C2B started the conversation by asking, “How do you find the 2 of us?” My reply, “Both of you are nice and would make great pals”. C2B’s next question was, “Between the 2 of us, who would you like?” This was the type of questions I dislike most and I told C2B that in appearance, she was much better than C2A but we hardly had time to talk. Her reply was simply, “Yes, I know that C2A had taken an interest in you”. “Is that so?” Although I knew the fact that C2A was interested in me, I pretended not to know. “Ha, ha. You must be stupid not to know”. To her statement, I said, “Hey, look here. There are many other people in the office who had taken an interest in her. Surely they must be better than me”. Her reply was, “To the 2 of us, you are the best”. “You think so?” Now I was the one asking the question. Her reply was, “Even if I think you are the best, I won’t jam in on C2A”.
We finished our drinks and then we took separate taxis home. The conversation with C2B was enlightening and it appeared to me that C2A was an easy prey even though a few of my colleagues were chasing her. C2B was more difficult because she had her own steady and another stumbling block would be C2A.
Actually with HCG1, I was really not in the hurry to go for my 2 colleagues. C2A had tried asking me to go out once with her but I had another appointment and had to turn it down. Then one day among the guys, 1 of them declared that C2A would now be out of bound as he was going to go after her. That would mean that C2A was no longer available. Anyway, C2A still tried dating me and I had to say “no” again and again. C2B came and confronted me on C2A’s behalf asking why I kept turning down her request. I had to tell her what that guy colleague had told us. At the end of the day, C2A had a big argument with the guy colleague. I became the devil in disguise to that guy colleague and C2A. Now I had to tell C2A, “You have a guy who is really interested in you. Why don’t you give him a chance?” I was called by C2A an arsehole, a stupid idiot and some other
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#% words, before these audible words, “If you are not interested in me just say so”. Then C2B started consoling her good friend, “You should forget about him. He doesn’t know the good thing in you”.
I left them without knowing what went wrong. No C2A or C2B would mean that no C2. Of course, I could backtrack and go for C2A. Things were quiet until one day when C2B came to my desk and asked me some problems. “Surpirse, surprise. No escort today?” C2A was on sick leave and C2B had to come and see me herself. “Why? You only like to see me with her?” “Not really, at least now we can talk without someone who yak and yak”. I was relieved that I finally could talk to C2B without C2A around. We took quite a lot of time resolving her problem and it was way passed out lunch hour. “Can you still go for lunch?” I asked C2B. “No. I have to rush this document. How about dinner?” Now, my dream of C2 had still a glimmer of hope.
AD69,
Obstacle took some time to clear although target had been locked.
Regaine,
I will continue with my narration until the end.
Elementary,
C2 on the way.
FINAL UPDATE FOR TONIGHT
C2B called me on the phone and asked me to wait for her at a restaurant. I went to restaurant and it didn’t take too long before she appeared. We ordered our food and one of the signboard dishes for this restaurant was kong bak bao. I ordered it together with 3 other dishes. “How come you all like to eat this kind of thrash? It’s so oily”. She was criticising the kong bak bao. I explained to her that she could eat the lean meat without the fat. She took hold of a pussy bun and opened up the bun. I helped her with the meat, excluded the fat layer and then inserted the meat into her pussy bun. “Now you can try it. They have the best kong bak bao here”. “Yes, it’s nice with the lean meat”. She gave the approval of the dish and enquired further, “Why do you call it the pussy bun?” I replied, “I don’t know, but my dad used to call it pussy bun”. It was certainly difficult to tell her that the bun looked like her pussy.
We ate and talked and finally she said, “Listen here. I am out here tonight because I just want to thank you for your help today. Please don’t get the idea that I am interested in you. If anyone who is interested in you, it’s got to be C2A”. My reply was, “You listen to me. I am not interested in C2A. Like I have said, one of our colleagues has already said that he is interested in her. There is certainly no way I am going to make it difficult for him. If you think you have nothing with me, so be it”. I don’t know if I had played my cards correctly but I have specifically told her that I was not interested in C2A.
After the dinner, she asked me if we could go for a drink. We went to a lounge in Orchard Road. We talked and she drank like a fish. I was enjoying the music as well as looking at a tipsy C2B. She removed her jacket and for the first time, I saw her in a camisole. It was her figure that I had always been enchanted with and now I could see her well developed boobs under the camisole.
I saw a wobbly C2B making her way to the ladies. I just sat back and waited for her return. She had taken quite a long time in the toilet and I went to look for her. She had just stepped out of the toilet and I asked her if she was alright. “I am better now. I just vomitted”. I brought her back to our table and told her that we should leave. “Do you need to call for your driver?” I asked her. She replied, “You want him to fly back here?”
I stopped a taxi and accompanied her home. In the taxi, she slept throughout the journey to her home. When we arrived, I woke her up and walked her to the lift of her block. “Thanks a lot. It’s nice being with you. I have enjoyed the dinner and the drinks”. I pressed for the lift and didn’t say a single word. “Hey, wait a minute. Aren’t you going to ask me to go out with you again?” [Was it the effect of the alcohol or was C2B actually taking an interest in me?] “Surely, you have to get the consent of C2A before we go out again”. I was testing her further to see if she was sober. “If you and I don’t tell, how could she know”. I still thought she was tipsy, recalling what she had said previously that even if she thought I was the best, she won’t jam in on C2A. Anyway, before I left, I told her that we could still go out if she wanted to.
de javu,
A warm welcome to you.
Whoever just zapped me,
Please leave my thread if you are not enjoying it. You are the 3rd idiot that zap me. The forum can be much better without people like you.
Hello everybody,
I am a close friend of Zizouzizou. On his behalf, I wish to thank all of you for your support. He had suffered a mild stroke and is on the road to recovery. His advice to everyone here is to have regular medical screening and ensure a proper diet. If ill, always consult the doctor and follow the medication prescribed. While having an active sex life. please remain healthy.
MikeInTheHole, Lonelydick & Spurslover,
Thanks. I will convey your “get well” message to Ziz. Anyway, I had this encounter a year ago and Ziz encouraged me to post it here.
BILLY THE KID AND HIS UNCLE’S MAID
One Sunday I was Qing up at NTUC to pay for some items, when someone tapped me on my shoulder. I was most surprised to discover that it was a charming looking girl dressed in a tight round-neck T-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. At that moment I was stunt and took some time to recall who she was.
“Sir Billy, how are you?”, it was my uncle’s maid who greeted me. “Oh, hi Lita. You look very different on your day-off. I almost can’t recognise you”. At the check-out counter, I also paid for her items. While we were walkiing out, her friend (a maid staying 1 floor below my uncle’s house) was there waiting for her. They were dressed quite similarly except that Lita was in navy-blue outfit and her friend was in black. Lita introduced Suhati to me and both agreed to have lunch with me.
The few times that I saw Lita when I was at my uncle’s place, I hardly took a closer look at her. She only appeared to serve me drinks and then she would continue with her chores. At home, she would have her hair tied up and she would wear loose T-shirt and baggy shorts. I can’t believe she had such a nice body under her tight fitting attire. Her busts stood out attractively and I noticed some guys ogling at her. Her long hair gave her a sultry look which is very contrasting to the “village girl” look she displayed at my uncle’s place.
Suhati’s physical assets could match those of Lita except that she is slightly shorter. Lookwise, she is not as pretty as Lita. Her hair is short and she looked boyish.
Over lunch, Lita said that she was looking forward to stay at my place during her last month in Singapore. This will happen in a fortnight’s time. She was quitting her job and returning home to get married. My uncle would be getting a new maid and seek my help to accomodate Lita for a month. I was staying on my own in a 3 room flat and have a spare room because my tenant had just vacated. Lita asked me if she could come over the following Sunday to clean her room. I told her to come in the afternoon.
Looking at the sexy bodies of the 2 maids and thinking that Lita would be staying with me led me to fantasize that I would have a full month of sex with my uncle’s maid. The sight and the thought created an erection in my pants and I could only hide it by pulling out my shirt to cover the big bulge. As I know very little about Lita, I really don’t know my chances of bedding her. I may end up only just having those fantasies of fucking her. After lunch, we went our separate ways and I watch their solid buttocks swaying from side to side until they disappeared from my sight.
The following Sunday, I got woke up by the door bell at 2pm. I opened the door and both Lita and Suhati greeted me. I showed Lita her room and told her where to find the items required for cleaning her room. I changed and proceeded to the coffee shop for my lunch, leaving them on their own to do the cleaning. After lunch, I dropped by a 711 Store to equip myself with sufficient condoms just in case I needed them. When I got home, the cleaning was completed and Lita asked if they could have their bath before they leave. I handed them 2 towels and sat in the hall reading the Sunday Times. After their bath, Lita apologised for taking up my time and told me that she would move in next Sunday at about the same time. They left almost immediately.
The 2 Sundays Lita and myself were together, we hardly spoke. The Sir-maid relationship was very apparent even though I was not the employer. I suspect this was the result of my Auntie’s manner of treating her maid. She was very strict with her maid and my uncle had to frequently remind her about the consequences of beating up maids for fear that she may lose control and ill treat the maid.
That Sunday afternoon, I had a surprise when I went to the kitchen. The 2 towels and my dirty clothings were washed and hanged on the bamboo for drying. Besides those items, there was a T-shirt, a pair of baggy shorts, a black bra and a pair of matching panties on another bamboo. Lita must have changed and washed them and left them to dry. I took down the wet bra and check the label and the measurement displayed was 85C. I could imagine how the C-cups would wrap her boobs when they were worn under her tight T-shirt. I put the bra back onto the bamboo and took a quick look at the panties. The front of the panties was quite transparent and would provide a good view of the top portion of her bush.
The next day, I removed the dried under-garments and placed them on my bed. The week passed very slowly and I spent most nights looking at her bra and panties before going to sleep. On D-Sunday, I woke up early and placed her under-garments on her bed.
It was at 2pm when the door bell sounded and again Suhati arrived with Lita. Lita had 1 big and 1 small luggage. With Suhati’s help, Lita brought her belongings to the room. Not long after, my uncle called to check if she had arrived. He said he had told Lita to clean my house daily and my car on alternate days. He added that she was a good cook and left the cooking part for me to decide.
After unpacking, Lita with the help of Suhati started with the house chores almost immediately. They were quite good workers and got the place and my car cleaned up quickly. I took them out for dinner and sent Suhati home after that. We returned home at about 7pm and I told Lita that she could wash up and go to bed early because I have nothing much for her to do.
I sat in the hall watching TV when I heard Lita calling out loudly from the bathroom. “Sir! Sir!” “What is it Lita?”. “Sir, I need soap”. I got a piece of LUX and placed it on her hand that reached out from behind the partial opening of the bathroom door. “Do you need me to soap you?” “Sir, no need. I can do it myself”. Although I was very tempted to push open the door, I resisted.
After her bath, Lita came out wearing the tight T-shirt and sat on the floor to watch TV. I could see her nipples sticking out as she was braless. I told her that she could sit on the chair. She got up and sat on the chair with her leg crossed. She was wearing those baggy shorts which could expose quite a lot of her under-part when viewed from certain angle. Before my hard-on became obvious, I went to bathroom to have a quick shower. The first thing that caught my eyes was a pink bra and a pair of matching coloured cotton panties. The panties was a bit soiled around the area which cover her pussy. I finished my shower and ensured that my hard-on disappeared before I went back to the hall.
This time I took a seat and positioned myself about 45 degrees in front of her. From that position, it not only gave me a good view of her braless boobs but more importantly the line of sight into her pussy area. With a quick glance, I found out that she actually wore nothing below her shorts. “Lita, I see you make yourself very comfortable from what you are wearing (I wanted to say what you are not wearing). Do you often dress like this when you are at home?” “Sir, madam will kill me if she see me like this. I think men like to see woman with less dress, so here I can get into something more comfortable. I see everytime I am with you, you like to stare at me here (pointing to her boobs) and also same with Suhati. Now you change seat also to stare”.
My face blushed and I was really feeling very embarrassed. “Lita, sorry I look because they are very nice. Make you all look very sexy”. “Sir, sometimes we scare because your thing there gets very big and we scare you will do bad things to us”. She pointed towards the big bulge in my shorts. This was the mother of all embarrassment and I quickly responded, “Lita, I am human and this physiological thing is very natural”. (I had to explain in simple terms what I meant). “Sir, yours get big, then you need to do something to go back to same size. We scare you hurt us”. “I am not the type to hurt people. If the lady don’t help me, then I simply masturbate”. “Sir, you masturbate a lot?” I was stunned by her question. “Lita, I know for sure I have to masturbate very soon. Looking at you not wearing bra and panties, the volcano will erupt very fast”.
“Sir, can I watch you masturbate?” Lita is either very innocent or simply a cockteaser. “Lita, you can watch if you show me your naked body” She shook her head, “Sir, if I no dress and you cannot control, your big thing can go in easily”. I struck a compromise and told her that she need only to remove her T-shirt. She thought for a moment and nodded her head in agreement. I told her I would do it in the toilet.
She followed me into the toilet and took her grandstand seat on the toilet bowl. I removed all my clothing while she started pulling her tight T-shirt over her head. When the T-shirt covered her vision, I went down quickly to kiss her right nipple. She screamed and scolded me for doing that. “Lita, you like that frightened me, now it’s difficult for me to masturbate”. My big thing actually went a little bit soft but the erection did not disappear completely. “Sir, like that, so how?” I stared at her naked C-cup boobs and told her that I could get back the full erection, if I could caress her boobs.
She was very hesitant when she agreed. I cupped both her boobs with my hands and rubbed her nipple with my palm by making circular motion. Feeling the sensation, her nipples hardened. She now had her eyes closed and let out soft moans. My mouth then reach out to kiss her lips. Her lips willingly parted and locked on to mine. She was truly enjoying the kiss and the caressing of her breast, when I stopped and told her that the SHOW MUST GO ON. Her disappointment has turned to amazement, when she saw me masturbating myself.
WILL TRY AND UPDATE SOON.