I ran my hands down his sculpted pecs. He didn’t seem to be the kind that worked out. He just stood there, staring intently into my eyes. I wondered why he was not touching me.
His abs were not very well defined. But one could tell they used to be there. Lower down I went, to his sides. He had those really nice obliques, even though his lack of defined abs kinda spoilt the picture a little bit. Adam’s body had really screwed my perception of what a regular male body should be like.
I got down on my knees and was greeted by a hairy bush. Deep within the nest was the smallest bird I had ever seen. Not that I had seen much anyway. It was literally the size of my thumb. I stifled a giggle. Damn Adam. Ben was probably normal. Pulling back his foreskin, I gave it a tentative lick. He shuddered slightly as a engulfed the baby bird. It was so small that I could even tease the eggs with my tongue when he was in my mouth.
Was this why he said they weren’t sexually compatible? Belinda was pretty hot. Ben wasn’t bad looking or anything but I guess there were areas where he was definitely lacking.
I could feel his tool throbbing as the blood rushed in. I released it from its warm and wet prison.
I could now take a better look. It was probably around 4 inches long, but extremely veiny and defined. And thick. Like a midget Arnold Schwarzenegger. While Adam excelled in girth and length, Ben’s could be considered a monster based on girth alone.
I stood up and kissed him. He reciprocated. He was a gentle kisser, taking the time to explore every area of my face, my mouth.
His hands wandered downwards, cupping my breasts with a gentle squeeze.
B: You’re larger than Bel.
I had no response to that.
I grabbed his baby bird.
Me: Er… you’re really thick?
He reached lower to my hairless lower region. I was kind of glad I continued to shave even after Adam. It always felt more sensual, and of course, messy periods were so much more manageable.
He parted my lips and brushed against the button, I shuddered. The way he did it was so different. And it sent shockwaves throughout my body. He slowly slid a finger in. I was already wet.
He spun me around and pressed me against the wall. He leaned towards me and whispered into my ear.
B: Are you ready?
I nodded.
He positioned himself at the entrance, his head rubbing against my button. I was getting close to delirious. He really knew how to tease me.
Then he pushed it in. Hard.
Oh my god.
The initial entry felt like I was being torn apart. Even as a virgin, Adam’s penetration had been smooth and rather easy. Ben was stretching me to the point that I wondered if this was what it was like to give birth.
He adjusted the angle and rubbed against something inside me. I wondered what it was, but it was driving me crazy. Adam never managed to hit that spot. Ben did, and he knew exactly what he was doing. I wished I was not pressed against the wall, but lying on a nice soft bed as I felt my legs slowly losing strength.
I moaned loudly as he thrust into me.
Barely five minutes in, I was already having the best sex of my entire life thus far.
His strong hand gripped the back of my neck, choking me slightly as he thrust in hard. His other hand, in contrast, was cupping my breast, gently tweaking my erect nipple.
While he was so gentle in kissing, his fucking was a whole different story.
And his stamina. Wow. I was kind of concerned for his water bill as it seemed like ages that he was ploughing me from behind, while the shower was still turned on. Unlike Adam, who came in minutes when doing me raw, it seemed like an eternity with Ben.
My wobbly legs soon could not hold myself up and I found myself wanting to collapse, but was being held back up by his hand on my neck.
Me: Stop stop. I can’t feel my legs.
He slowly withdrew, letting me feel his girth as it exited from my well-pounded hole.
He spun me around and I almost fell, if not for my quick instincts in grabbing onto his shoulders. He leaned in and kissed me, ever so gently again. This time, my legs totally gave way and he grabbed me by my waist. I swear my heart could not take much more of this. It was the most intense love-making session I had ever had in my life. And yet, I wasn’t sure if I had achieved an orgasm. But it didn’t matter.
He sat me down on the toilet bowl and towelled me dry. I felt my legs trembling on their own accord rather uncontrollably. That never really happened with Adam.
Once dry, he dried himself and took me by the hand and led me to the bed. I could barely walk, instead, stumbling my way over to the large queen-size bed before collapsing onto it face down.
Ben climbed in with me and gently rolled me over, before planting soft kisses on my face, moving down slowly.
He spent a considerable amount of time around my breasts, kissing, licking, kneading and suckling on my nipples. He was like an overgrown baby who probably was barely breastfed by his mother.
Heading down further, he slowly spread my legs before going to work on my slightly swollen clam. He really knew his way around it, as though the map had already been imprinted in his mind.
Spreading back the hood, his masterful tongue working on my clitoris, he slowly inserted one finger into my dripping hole, then two, slowly massaging the same spot where his cock was not so long ago.
I grabbed the pillow and pressed it against my face, trying to muffle my moans, partly because I did not want to disturb Belinda. Then again, she probably already knew what was going on.
Intense sensations filled my body as I felt this immense need to pee. Was this the squirting that I had read about? Or was it really just pee? I decided not to test out that theory but just lay back and enjoy whatever was happening to me.
After what seemed like an eternity of uncontrollable muscle spasms in my lower body, Ben finally moved up and kissed me, letting me taste my own juices.
Then without warning? He plunged in again. I gasped slightly as his girth spread my tender hole further.
He continued kissing me as he pinned my hands behind my head, his lower body thrusting hard and fast. I was torn between moaning, breathing and kissing him back.
My lower body felt like it no longer belonged to me and I was floating away to some other dimension. My head was literally struggling to tell me that something very pleasurable was going on. My heart was racing so fast that I half expected it to burst out of my chest.
For a smoker, his stamina was nothing short of amazing. After ages, he pulled out.
Ben: Can I cum in your mouth?
I nodded as I could hardly speak.
Ben slowly clambered up, his engorged member in my face and I took it into my mouth. I felt the warm streams of semen spurt out, hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed, but he seemed to have an endless supply of cum which I slurped up.
After probably six to seven shots, he gently removed his member from my mouth and bent down to kiss me. I tried to swallow all his cum before he came into contact with it, but he didn’t seem to mind.
As we lay there kissing, I reached down and felt him. He was still hard.
I wondered if perhaps it was my turn to do the work. But my lower body was still unresponsive. However, the more I stroked him, the less likely was his erection going to dissipate.
I pushed him onto his back and mustered up all the strength I had left, mounting him and sliding it in.
It felt good. It wasn’t poking me deep inside to the point of slight discomfort like Adam but his girth was more than enough. I could hardly move so I merely ground myself on him. His unshaven bush provided the much needed friction for my clit.
Soon enough, I was bringing myself to what I knew was definitely an orgasm.
The one big difference between Ben and Adam was that Ben could last for ages.
I have probably gave myself three to four clitoral orgasms and he had yet to show indication that he was about to cum.
Perhaps I wasn’t tight enough? Or perhaps he wasn’t big enough? But it didn’t really matter anyway, as I was definitely having the best sex ever. The memories of Adam were now a distant past. I guess because Ben was much older he was probably way more experienced, and preferred to ensure his partners thoroughly enjoyed themselves before he allowed himself to cum.
I collapsed onto him, spent. He grabbed me and rolled us over while still inside me. I was amazed, Adam had never tried that before. Perhaps he was afraid of possible penile fractures if he tried a stunt like that?
Flat on my back with my legs up in the air, Ben rammed his short but fat dick into me like a construction worker on his jackhammer. I was getting a little concerned that my moans of pleasure would wake Belinda. But Ben didn’t seem to care.
After what seemed like hours of pounding, and all the feeling gone from my legs and the rest of my body, Ben finally pulled out.
B: I’m going to cum in your mouth.
There was something enthralling about his new-found show of dominance. I didn’t even have time to protest, not that I wanted to. Besides, how much more could he have left after the first round?
He clambered over me and stuffed his juice-laden cock into my mouth, shooting streams of his semen into my mouth, shocking me thoroughly. He was like a human cum factory. There was no way a normal human being could have this much.
As I swallowed his seed willingly, he withdrew and rolled over. I instinctively reached down and realised, to no real surprise, that he was still rock hard.
B: Wanna go again?
I shook my head weakly. I was spent. Any more and he would probably be fucking a dead fish. I did not want that. I needed to be able to show him how much I was enjoying it.
I wondered if I was the right time for me to ask a sensitive question.
Me: So… what do you mean when you say there’s no sexual compatibility between you and Belinda?
He thought about it for awhile.
B: Well, she can’t stand my stamina. She doesn’t like not being in control. We’re both pretty dominant.
Me: I see.
B: Also, I’m not long enough to penetrate deep within her, which is something she likes a lot.
Me: Do you even have sex anymore?
B: We tried. But anything more than 15 minutes and she loses interest. Says she feels she’s not attractive enough to make me cum.
We both laughed.
Me: I think she’s pretty attractive.
B: What about me?
Me: Well, let’s just say I can’t wait for the next time we have sex.
Ben smirked.
B: How about now?
Without a word, he slid down and went to town on my abused snatch, and soon, I was dripping wet again.
I awoke the next morning with Ben’s arm draped over my naked body. I was horrendously sore all over. Like I’d been repeatedly run over by an out of control vehicle.
I could not recall much about what happened last, except him cumming into my mouth, then kissing for awhile, before falling asleep.
I stealthily slid out from under his arm and went to the shower.
I stood there under the warm water for what seemed like ages before I heard him come in as well.
He ran his arm down my body and and I jumped a little.
B: Relax. I’m not gonna eat you up.
Me: There’s nothing left to eat.
He grabbed the shower gel and liberally squeezed it onto me, gently soaping me up. It wasn’t the first time I was being washed by a guy, but the way he did it was so sensual that I felt myself wanting him inside me again.
I decided to reciprocate, rubbing my soapy body against his and soon enough, felt the little bird poking me in my extremely sore areas.
Sadly, or gladly, there was no other follow-up and we found ourselves drying each other and heading out to the dining room.
Belinda was already there, sipping her coffee and reading the morning papers. She barely looked up.
Bel: Had a good night I presume?
I didn’t know what to say.
Ben went over and kissed her on the mouth.
B: Morning baby.
She jokingly pushed him away.
Bel: Gross. You didn’t brush your teeth.
He shrugged and sat down.
B: What’s for breakfast?
Bel: I didn’t prepare anything. You might wanna drive out. Jade are you hungry?
Me: Not really.
Bel: Anyway I’m headed to the office soon. Then another client meeting. You two have fun.
I wondered what other kinds of fun we could have, considering that I was about to fall apart if my legs were apart again.
B: Sure. You need a lift or you driving?
Bel: I don’t think I’m driving. Will be heading to a party in the evening. The one you so rudely declined. Remember?
B: Oh. I don’t like that guy.
Bel frowned.
Bel: I only slept with him once. And he’s a good client.
I wondered why they were even discussing this in front of me.
Bel: Besides, you had both his wife and sister. So I don’t see why you’re complaining.
Again, I wondered what kind of weird relationship my bosses were in, where they somehow had sexual relations with their clients as well.
Bel: Maybe you can bring Jade along. She can network.
I almost giggled at the connotations of that.
Me: Er… that’s not such a good idea is it? I’m still just an intern.
Bel: Oh don’t worry. You’ll not be an intern forever. Besides, there will be a few bosses from other companies there. You might even meet a future employer!
B: You mean we aren’t hiring her full-time?
Ben winked at me. I wondered what he meant by that.
Bel: You know we’re too small for that. She needs to spread her wings if she wants to do well.
I don’t know why but it seemed more like I had to spread my legs instead to do well in this industry.
Anyway, to cut the long story short, Ben sent me home after breakfast at a hawker centre nearby to my place.
To his credit, he did ask if I wanted to go for the party that Belinda was talking about but honestly I wasn’t up to it.
In any case, I continued interning for them all the way until I graduated. And yes, I was sleeping with Ben on a weekly basis.
I knew that that was all it was going to be. There was never going to be anything more than a sexual relationship. I was only going to be his side chick, and stress relief while he and Belinda built up their company.
After graduation, it was actually Belinda who offered me a full-time position. Perhaps she was glad that it was me who was fucking her husband and not some other random chicks.
Nonetheless, my job hunt had started. I could always sleep with Ben if both he and I wanted to, even if I was no longer with their company.
I stayed on in Ben and Belinda’s company for a good three months before I finally managed to secure my first proper job after graduation. In the interim, I kinda lost track of how much of Ben’s cream I swallowed.
Anyway, somehow or another, I ended up doing corporate communications in a MNC. Honestly, it was extremely boring work, and I absolutely hated the crush of the morning and evening peak hours on public transport into the CBD. Of course, having to dress corporate was also a pain in the ass, as I needed to iron my skirts and blouses daily, and make sure my blazers actually matched my outfits. Gone were the days where I could wear shorts, jeans or even dresses.
I was one of three girls in my department of 10, so needless to say, male attention was not uncommon. The three of us endured lame jokes and pick-up lines daily. But I guess it was all in good fun.
My direct supervisor was a late twenties guy named Chris, who started in the company immediately after graduation and worked his way up to Assistant Manager in two years. Coincidentally, he was actually a couple batches my senior in uni, so we never lacked a common topic to talk about.
Chris was your average kind of guy, the type who didn’t really work out, or pay much attention to his looks or dressing. He wasn’t really tall, probably about half a head taller than me, and his ever-growing belly signified his indulgence in food and alcohol.
However, Chris was an extremely patient and understanding supervisor. Despite having two of us fresh graduate girls under him, along with a couple of other guys, he never failed to impart whatever knowledge he had, and share with us his experiences. Working in a MNC was a very different experience from my previous job.
At that point of time, I was still fucking Ben, and sometimes he would drop by to pick me up in his convertible, causing envious glances from my colleagues.
It wasn’t as though I didn’t have my pick of guys. Some of my colleagues had just ORD and were in pretty good shape, but somehow, none of them caught my fancy.
All that changed when it came to the company’s annual dinner and dance. It was a themed costume event, and my silly female colleagues and I somehow decided to go as female movie characters.
It was rather hilarious, as tons of Supermen, batmen, and a couple of X-Men constantly surrounded Catwoman, Wonderwoman and Marilyn Monroe.
Perhaps my choice of Catwoman in a skin tight leather suit accentuated my assets a little too much.
In any case, I was smoking downstairs when a group of half-naked Spartans joined me. A couple of them were from my department, while the others from elsewhere in the company. The interesting thing about it was that they were actually really muscular and had real abs.
S1: Hey Jade! looking good!
Me: Thanks Eric.
S2: We never realized you were that big.
I suddenly became a little self conscious. I looked at my tummy then my ass, but it was obvious he was referring to my boobs.
S3: Don’t mind him, he’s a little drunk.
I laughed. But somehow wished that someone else, probably other girls, would come over and rescue me from these muscleheads. However, I was one of the few girls in the company who smoked, so a rescue now would be highly improbable.
S2 inched closer towards me. At first I thought he had a very convincing sunburn, but soon realised he was just really flushed.
S2: So Jade, didn’t invite your boyfriend today?
I wondered if he was referring to Ben.
Me: I don’t have a boyfriend.
S2: Oh? Who’s the guy in the BMW? Can’t be your father right?
I wondered how I should actually respond to that.
Me: He’s just a good friend.
S2: So you’re single?
Me: Yup.
I decided to tease him and ran my fingers along his chest, down his abs.
Me: And you?
S2 probably turned a deeper shade of red and nearly jumped away from me. Perhaps I was causing a reaction down below that his choice of attire was struggling to conceal.
S1 laughed.
S1: You’re such a naughty girl Jade.
I smiled at him.
Me: Wouldn’t you like to know.
Somehow, my confidence actually shut them up. Perhaps they were expecting me to react like any other girl, and react shyly to their flattery. I guess the Catwoman costume helped a little.
Sure enough, soon all five of them were crowding around me, clamouring for my admiration of their toned bodies.
Dirty thoughts entered my head as I wondered if I could take on all of them at once.