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Her sexy moans made the experience even better; it seemed to unleash my inner beast and I began to thrust in rhythm to her sucks. No sooner, I began to feel that all too familiar throb. Somehow she felt it too and she knew that I was ready to cum.
She looked up at me expectantly and then she did her thing with her tongue and kept sucking as I came violently in her mouth. She deliberately gulped in front of me, proving to me that she swallowed every single drop.
“Abang, this is your essence, you give to me”
, she said in her broken English,
“I drink it in because this is your gift to me, Sayang. I want everything of yours.”
Her words make me feel touched; would any local woman be willing to drink your come and then praise the earth that you walk on?
The next few days came and went uneventfully, the main activity being
my son moving into the same room as my wife
. My son was very happy to finally get to sleep in an air-conditioned room.
With the move, this meant that my maid had to go into the study room and wake my son up every day for school. This might inconvenience my wife as she may be still sleeping. But the plus side was I get to maximize the study room aircon (the aircon in our son’s room was faulty).
The most important thing is: Wanda was now sleeping alone in my son’s room. I felt something in my pants stir as naughty thoughts flashed across my mind.
Wow! I am really flattered. I was in the toilet, trying to update links and a short write-up. When I posted the updates, I saw comments from you bros. Thank you for your support!
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wow bro can share and updates here…thanks
Really nothing to share lah
bro ml1138
The “office porn” thing was a memo circulating stating that some of our terminals have been used to surf porn. As usual, with office big mouths the word “Sammyboy” becomes synonymous with porn, crime, etc. so had to lay low for a while.
Although, I am thinking of writing about some of my colleagues though. It would be another thread as one of the bros pointed out it’s not good to put in too many characters in the thread. I really need to scroll up to see who said this but it’s
good advice
from that bro, nonetheless.
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glad tht u like.. always updating bro.
Yes
Bro zl1983
! It’s a great collection.
With your permission
, may I write some fantasy stories starring some of your exquisite models?
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love e words u used to describe e situation. sadly my OC is e same as u.. sad us.. lolx
Don’t sad lah
Bro zl1983
; what you cannot attain in real life, we attain through other means. Maybe I can try to write a story for you? It’s not the real thing but it’s definitely ‘safe sex’. Heh heh!
I also like
Bro cumranger69
’s comments. For a moment I thought he was a lucky guy to have such a wonderful wife! Then I read again.
The sky is not purple but my font color is; think maybe if I keep writing in purple,
Bro cumranger69
’s luck might change?
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SerflySGR
The next few days came and went uneventfully, the main activity being
my son moving into the same room as my wife
. My son was very happy to finally get to sleep in an air-conditioned room.
With the move, this meant that my maid had to go into the study room and wake my son up every day for school. This might inconvenience my wife as she may be still sleeping. But the plus side was I get to maximize the study room aircon (the aircon in our son’s room was faulty).
The most important thing is: Wanda was now sleeping alone in my son’s room. I felt something in my pants stir as naughty thoughts flashed across my mind.
Wanda having her own room opened to more opportunities; more possibilities. In ‘preparation’, I wanted to go to ’toy’ shops to source for evening wear but decided against it for fear of being recognized. What was I to say when they ask me for whom these lingerie are for? I can’t possibly say it’s for my sickly wife, can I? Thank God for the world of online shopping - there are so many things one could buy at the click of the mouse button.
With the recent scare still fresh in my mind, I made sure that some of the more valuable items were placed ’elsewhere’ so that
in the event of a spot check
, neither of us could be faulted. But, at the same time, these items could be ’easily reached’ so that we could use them for our enjoyment.
Yes, I used the words ‘our enjoyment’ because as time went by, I noticed that Wanda loved the attention that I showered her and this made me equally happy.
One evening while I was waiting for Wanda to pack food, I met another maid.
“Is your maid called Wanda?”
she enquired.
“Yes, she is. Why?”
I asked, bemused that the maid should ask such a question.
The maid looked shiftily around and then back at me. Sensing her uneasiness, I coaxed her to relax and assured her that I was ‘open’ and that she could tell me anything she wanted. Once she felt more comfortable, she said in her heavily accented English,
“Sir, you must careful of this girl. She is not simple girl. Very complicated.”
Thoughts of Wanda’s past swirled around me - her stories; her erotic stories of her
wedding night
or how her
Javanese mother-in-law trained her in the ways of sex
- as I mentally brushed the warning aside. My thoughts must have been reflected on my face as the maid seem to pick up my nonchalance.
“I think you not believe me.”
She shook her head,
“maybe too late,”
she said. She wanted to say something else but she suddenly held back, nodded furiously as if she made some mistake and then quickly scurried away. I shouted out to her and tried to call her back but it only made her hasten her pace.
I stood there, puzzled - what did she ask me to ‘be careful’? What did she mean by ’not simple girl’? Why was it ’too late’? Why did she suddenly just stop and ‘run off’? Before my Sherlock Holmes detective mind could come to any conclusion, my thoughts were interrupted by an all too familiar voice.
“Abang! Balik?”
Holding onto our dinner, she beckoned me to go home with her.
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Good story, cannot stop reading and please continue…
Thanks
Bro 4707030319
! Notice you are new around here. There are also other good forumers here; hope you can also support their threads. Thanks again!
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CharcoalMiner
So very nice story. Thanks and hope to read more.
Thanks
Bro CharcoalMiner
! Hope I can update as fast as you guys can read. Having job and family is a bit tough. Heh heh!
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Support nice story!
Thanks
Bro YellowEarth
for your support!
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Great update, thanks!!
Thanks
Bro kasaya
for staying onboard!
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SerflySGR
“I think you not believe me.”
She shook her head,
“maybe too late,”
she said. She wanted to say something else but she suddenly held back, nodded furiously as if she made some mistake and then quickly scurried away. I shouted out to her and tried to call her back but it only made her hasten her pace.
I stood there, puzzled - what did she ask me to ‘be careful’? What did she mean by ’not simple girl’? Why was it ’too late’? Why did she suddenly just stop and ‘run off’? Before my Sherlock Holmes detective mind could come to any conclusion, my thoughts were interrupted by an all too familiar voice.
“Abang! Balik?”
Holding onto our dinner, she beckoned me to go home with her.
I didn’t think too much about that encounter until days later when my Mother came to visit. Even though she didn’t like Wanda but to be separated from her beloved grandson is too much for her to bear.
“See? Even Nurul thinks there is something weird about Wanda!”
she said, peering around the house, as if she was afraid of being watched.
“She’s not around Ma,”
I said,
“they went to the Polyclinic together.”
Seeing ‘the coast is clear’, Mother even offered to call Nurul in front of me.
Nurul? Who the hell is Nurul? One of Mother’s
Mak Kaypoh Kawans
?
Sensing my confusion (or rather confusion was written all over my face), my Mother offered to clear my doubts. Nurul, was in fact, the chubby, older maid that I met the other night.
“Nurul tells me that Wanda is popular with some of the stall holders here. These lecherous men give her ‘special deals’ while making eyes with her.”
Mother charged.
“Tell me: what type of girl would do such a thing?”
she asked.
“Smart girls?”
I said before breaking into a laugh.
“I think she has put you under her spell,”
Mother said,
“how else would my words fall on deaf ears?”
she asked.
I tried to reason with her; Nurul was probably jealous of her. This could be the reason why she’s been painting a bad picture of Wanda to my mother.
“How well does this Nurul know Wanda anyway?”
I asked.
“Nurul and Wanda are from adjecent villages.”
Mother defended,
“they were practically neighbours back in Java!”
Then she lowered her voice to a Whisper,
“Did you know that Wanda is already married back in Indonesia?”
I nodded.
“And you know that her husband is ‘mentally challenged’?”
For a moment, I was dumbfounded. Should I reveal to her what was Wanda shared with me (minus the juicy parts, of course)?
“Nurul says she married that husband of hers because she got impregnated by a married man so her family quickly married her off to cover the shame of her pregnancy out of wedlock.”
Noting the surprise on my face, she droned on and on about how Wanda was like a fox spirit preying on clueless men. She made it seem like Wanda would go around sleeping with half the neighbourhood just to get cheap deals.
Although I found Mother’s words amusing, a part of me became jealous; were there other men, other than those she mentioned to me, who had their way with her? And one of the men actually sired a child with her?
I felt pangs of jealousy; there was no way I was going to share my Wanda with other men. Especially not after all these months of grooming her from a village girl into a modern city girl. Wanda was mine and I was not about to share her with other men.
In a fit of jealous rage, I slammed my fist onto the table.
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Although I found Mother’s words amusing, a part of me became jealous; were there other men, other than those she mentioned to me, who had their way with her? And one of the men actually sired a child with her?
I felt pangs of jealousy; there was no way I was going to share my Wanda with other men. Especially not after all these months of grooming her from a village girl into a modern city girl. Wanda was mine and I was not about to share her with other men.
In a fit of jealous rage, I slammed my fist onto the table.
Mother took this outburst as a signal to stop talking. I excused myself from the table and went downstairs; I just needed some time to think. I needed to clear my head. What have I gotten myself into this time?
I was walking around aimlessly in the neighbourhood; ended up at the small
makan place
at St. Michael’s Terminal.
“Abang!”
I turned around, trying to find the source of the voice. Seeing nobody I knew, I thought I was just dreaming so I went about mulling around.
“Abang!”
This time around, the voice sounded more urgent. This time around, I recognised the voice. It was Nurul. Mother’s litte pep talk sparked my interest in her and this time around, I took some time to listen to what she had to say. I brought Nurul to a more secluded coffeeshop and bought her some
Teh Terik Ais
.
Once Nurul started talking, there was no way of shutting her up.
And now I know why they say curiosity killed the cat.
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Nice story, looking forward to next update
Thanks for your support Bro blackmold!
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cant wait TS.
I try to double-time Bro zl1983. But your photos are so distracting
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SerflySGR
“Abang!”
This time around, the voice sounded more urgent. This time around, I recognised the voice. It was Nurul. Mother’s litte pep talk sparked my interest in her and this time around, I took some time to listen to what she had to say. I brought Nurul to a more secluded coffeeshop and bought her some
Teh Terik Ais
.
Once Nurul started talking, there was no way of shutting her up.
And now I know why they say curiosity killed the cat.
Nurul began pouring out in-between sips. I ordered some wadai and she helped herself to them also.
“Sarwendah was always able to manipulate the strongest of men and make life miserable for us women folk.”
she said, in-between bites.
Sarwendah? Who?
I did a double take.
We have been so used to addressing her as ‘Wanda’ that I forgot her real, given name was Sarwendah.
“How old Sarwendah say she is? 30? 28?”
Nurul asked. Not waiting for a response from me, she continued,
“she now only is 18! And, she is lie and cheat people many many! Always.”
“But
her biodata clearly states that she’s 25
. The dates on her passport and Work Permit also shows she’s 25 this year, I can show……”
Before I could complete my sentence, Nurul cut me off,
“In Indonesia, all can change. Nama also change pun ok, tau?”
It was indeed true that due to the corrupt system in Indonesia, it was possible to change your name, given the right price.
When the reality of me banging an 18-year-old girl made me horny again. I gulped hard. Nurul glared at me and I pretended that it was the reflex action of the
Teh Terik
. Nurul stopped talking. I thought she took offense at me. I apologized but she only waved her hand and said, "
Tak apa apa"
, signalling that she was ‘cool’ with it. But she made no effort to continue her story. It was then that it dawned to me that she was waiting for me to order some more food and drinks for her.
Yup, looking at Nurul’s figure, I can safely say that the Indonesian ‘system’ is indeed in her bloodl; I am thankful that
my
Wanda did not behave in the same manner. I waved to the stall owner to bring more finger food. Satisfied that more refreshment is on the way, she continued to dish out information.
According to Nurul, Sarwendah’s mother was also a domestic helper and she worked in various other countries. Soon after she came back from one of her overseas stint, she became pregnant with Sarwendah. The people in the village often speculated that Sarwendah’s own mother could have been impregnated while she was working overseas as she was sweet and petite.
Because of Sarwendah’s good looks, she was often the focus of the men in the village. She used to have a sweetheart in the village who was Nurul’s neighbour and Sarwendah would always come over.
One day, Sarwendah’s father came over to her neighbour’s home and dragged Sarwendah home. He could be heard shouting at her, telling her that she deserved better and should not have ‘cheapen’ herself with a ‘commoner’. Word has it that
Sarwendah was being match-made to the rich land owner’s retarded son
. That was the last time Nurul had seen Sarwendah as they were too ’low in the food chain’ to be invited to the
‘atas’
wedding. It was some time later that she heard that Sarwendah had been chased out of the rich family as they found out she had a son with her sweetheart and she was forced to come to Singapore to work as a maid to ‘repay’ for all the monies her in-laws had given Sarwendah’s father as dowry.
Nurul’s handphone rang. Her employers had summoned her. I tried to make another appointment with her but she just stood up abruptly and ran off. Turning around, she shouted out a ’thank you’ and told me she will contact me again. We had not exchanged phone numbers so I wondered how she could achieve this feat?
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Nurul’s handphone rang. Her employers had summoned her. I tried to make another appointment with her but she just stood up abruptly and ran off. Turning around, she shouted out a ’thank you’ and told me she will contact me again. We had not exchanged phone numbers so I wondered how she could achieve this feat?
I went home, more upset than when I left it. Mother had already left by the time I got home as she had to prepare dinner for Father. Dinner was a sombre affair; my wife tried to find out what was wrong but I just told her it was just ‘work stress’ and that I was tired. My son was sensible enough not to test my patience further. No sooner had dinner ended, everybody retired to their respective rooms.
That night I went into Wanda’s room and locked the door behind me. She heard me come in as she was awake.
“Ke siapa?”
she called out to ‘test water’; she didn’t want to be caught calling me terms of endearment if it were my wife or son.
Fuelled by what my mother and Nurul have told me, I was in no mood for pleasantries. I took off my boxers and pinned Wanda to the bed and pulled down her shorts, along with her panties. I assumed she was shocked by my roughness because she neither said anything nor did she reciprocate in any way. I positioned my erect penis at the entrance of her vagina and thrusted into her.
“Sakit abang!”
she protested. But the thought of her ‘betraying’ her body willing to another man; carrying another man’s child made me lose all my senses. Not giving her a chance to adjust to my organ, I entered her again; pumping furiously. Her initial painful groans were replaced by moans of pleasure.
Slut! I thought to myself and I quickened my pace. I want to punish you. As you carried another man’s child, so would you carry mine!
I pumped harder and harder, fueled by my lust and my jealousy. As I reached my peak, I felt her vagina muscles tighten around my cock.
I heard her whimper the word,
“sayang!”
as I unloaded all my pent up frustrations into her womb before I collapsed onto her petite frame. Before I drifted off to sleep, I remotely recall feeling a certain wetness on my chest. Was she weeping? I was too tired to care. The next time I opened my eyes, it was already daybreak and Wanda had already left the room.
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Slut! I thought to myself and I quickened my pace. I want to punish you. As you carried another man’s child, so would you carry mine!
I pumped harder and harder, fueled by my lust and my jealousy. As I reached my peak, I felt her vagina muscles tighten around my cock.
I heard her whimper the word,
“sayang!”
as I unloaded all my pent up frustrations into her womb before I collapsed onto her petite frame. Before I drifted off to sleep, I remotely recall feeling a certain wetness on my chest. Was she weeping? I was too tired to care. The next time I opened my eyes, it was already daybreak and Wanda had already left the room.
I opened the door slowly and crept out of the room. Once I saw the coast was clear, I walked quickly into the Master Bedroom toilet for a quick wash and then back to work.
“You are still home? I thought you have left for work.”
my wife asked as I came out of the shower.
Oh no! Did she notice that I spent the night in Wanda’s room?
“Not yet, rushing off soon,”
I muttered as I tried, frantically to think of something to change the topic but she went on to talk about some mundane stuff so I guess she didn’t notice. I wanted to ask where Wanda had gone but struggled at the words; would it make me look like I was more concerned about the maid than what my wife was sharing with me?
I went forward and hugged my wife - one of those long embrace. It felt warm and comforting. I squeezed her with my arms.
“What happen to you today?”
she asked.
“Nothing,”
I said, looking at her puzzled face,
“I just want to tell you that I love you, sayang.”
I exhaled. I looked at the woman before me; she looked different. Years ago, she was this attractive nurse working in a hospital and I was this NS Policeman, who visited her whenever I could. I even picked her from work in my father’s Mercedes Benz! What happened since then? Thinking back brought tears to my eyes.
“Don’t cry, sayang.”
she comforted me,
“didn’t the doctors say I was going through a remission? I am going to get better.”
she reassured me. How would she have reacted when she knew what I was actually thinking in my mind?
She got me my shoes and I bade her goodbye, driving to work with a heavy heart.
To say that I was not in the mood to work was an understatement. I really couldn’t get myself to work. I went to the roof car park a few times just to ‘get out’ of my office cubicle. I scrolled through my phone, looking at all the happy photos we took; how could such an innocent-looking girl be so devious?
I looked at my watch; it was only 2:20 pm. Looks like I still have long way to go before work was over.