Note: I’m terrible with cliffhangers, so I guess I’ll post more at a time. Show some support if you want the update to be quick!
Chapter 3
Reaching the void deck of her HDB, Z looked around in a flustered manner, not knowing what to expect when the sound of a car horn interrupted her fervor. Heading in the general direction, Z felt a sense of relief when she saw the familiar car of B, waiting for her with the headlights on. Z hurriedly into the front seat.
“Oh hey, you smell good and look freshly showered and ready for me.” B greeted. “Did you like my photography skills Z?”.
“You gave me the shock of my life! I thought the pictures you took of me got leaked onto the internet! I look like a cheap slut in that photo! Not nice at all.” Z pouted.
“Not far from the truth” B snickered to himself, as he begin to drive away.
Thinking that they were going to have another round of wild car sex, Z was puzzled when she realised B was not heading towards the multi-storey carpark, but instead driving out of the estate. “Erm, where are we heading B? I’m not dressed appropriately!” Z asked, her voice laced with a hint of panic. B turned and took a look at Z, noting that she was in a thin and worn oversized white t-shirt, with the edges of her sleeves folded upwards. The seatbelt in between the mounds before Z’s chest pressed down hard, revealing two brown tips that suggested Z was not wearing a bra. Wearing black FBTs that are frayed at the ends, the shorts seemed way too short, revealing Z’s long snow white legs that stretched into the darkness below the dashboard.
Z felt weirdly turned on when she saw how B slowly assessed every single portion of her. She felt like meat in a supermarket, prodded by B’s lustful eyes as B’s focus left her face, tracing down to her top. Z seemed to have caught a hint of delight behind B’s eyes when he realised Z was not wearing a bra. She felt naked beside this man who suddenly exuded power when his gaze lingered at her nipples, before eventually moving away, only to stop at her legs for way too long again. Z could feel B’s lust as material as matter while pheromones filled the air. Anticipation of what is to come only further excited Z, while she tried her best to maintain her disposition.
After a short drive, B eased his car into a parking lot in Bishan Park’s carpark. “Here’s a present for you” B said, as he took out a small parcel wrapped prettily with ribbons and wrapping paper, before handing it to Z…
Chapter 4
Mildly surprised, Z wondered what could be in the present as she loosened the ribbons, carefully peeling away the silver coloured wrapping paper. Her loins came to attention as she realised it was something that can be found in her drawers. A vibrator. This one was C-shaped, having a bulbous head that transitioned into a slim U-shaped tail. Unlike the egg Z has at home, the vibrator is not connected to a controller via wires. In fact, it seem to be a standalone product, leaving Z wondering how to control it. Nonetheless she happily slid it into position after B fitted it with fresh batteries.
As mentioned previously, Z was no stranger to sex toys, although her arsenal involved more traditional egg vibrators and non-mechanical dildos. B’s gift was certainly new to her, leaving her confused as to how it was supposed to operate. After sliding it in, she found that it tucks nicely into her, with the U-shape tail end having another small bulb, which rests nicely near her clitoris. She decided she was comfortable enough and looked to B for instructions.
“Alright, let’s take a walk shall we?” B said cheerfully.
“Wait, wait, no. I don’t have a bra on and I don’t know how to operate this thing!” Z protested.
“Perfect!” B answered with glee as he switched off the engine and proceeded to open Z’s car door.
“Are we really doing this?” Z asked apprehensively.
B eyes showed no signs of doubt as he grabbed Z’s hand with his, and strolled towards Bishan Park with Z in tow. It was 2am and they looked just like any other couple, hand in hand, strolling in a park under the moonlight.
B thoughtfully brought out mosquito patches for the both of them and cheekily plastered one onto Z’s left breast, directly on top of her brown areolas, which was erected from the aircon in the car, earning him a playful smack from Z.
At this time of the night, the pathways were illuminated only by the distant lamps. There were hardly any human traffic except for the occasional sleeping drunkard and fully decked out jogger. As one such jogger came closer, Z saw B fidgeting with his phone hurriedly and the vibrator buried within her came springing to life. The sudden stimulation caught Z by surprise as her knees gave way, right as the jogger ran in front of her.
Embarrassed, she gave an accusing glare to B before picking herself up while holding onto B. The jogger paid her no heed and continued on his way. She realised that the vibrator must be controlled via B’s phone. B continued to play around with the various modes and settings of the vibrator, at the most opportune moments, causing Z much embarrassment. B also played the role of a caring boyfriend, caressing Z’s waist, shoulders and sometimes her rear as they strolled along Bishan Park. Fortunately, no passerbys seem to have realised Z was not wearing a bra, with one of her nipples clearly showing (the other hidden behind a mosquito patch). Z herself was very self-conscious though, shrivelling whenever a stranger comes close.
After 15 minutes of walking, they arrived at a park bench relatively hidden from sight. It was barely illuminated by the nearest streetlamp although anyone walking by would definitely see them. Instead of sitting side-by-side, Z mounted B with her hands behind his neck while B seated on the bench. They begin their kiss slowly, although they knew they had limited time here…
Chapter 5
B reached in for the vibrator, pulling it out halfway, before stuffing it back it harshly. This earned a moan from Z, who got even more conscious about any sounds she was going to make. Continuing to tease Z, B’s hands roamed under Z’s shirt as Z tried to hold on and maintain the position she was in. Sensing where this was going, Z timidly asked if B really intended for them to have sex right here in the middle of the park, out in the public.
Instead of replying Z, B powered down the vibrator on his phone and reached for it between Z’s legs, this time he fully extracted the toy. Unzipping his fly next, he released his 6 inch erection, parted Z’s FBTs aside and powered through her non-existing defenses. Moisture and tension quickly engulfed his member as it went past her sweet, lubricated lips. B grabbed Z’s waist with his right hand, powerfully aiding her riding while his left hand went to cover Z’s mouth to prevent her loud moans from escaping into the night. B’s mouth was not left idle as he closed it upon Z’s remaining exposed nipple through her shirt. Licking, sucking, tugging and biting lightly while Z tried to ride on him.
Although Z liked to be dominated in bed, she didn’t mind being in control occasionally when she’s on top. It allows her to tease her mate as much as she likes, going fast or slow according to her whims, torturing her partner. It helps that the penetration is deep whenever she’s on top, and the body contact would occasionally brush by her clitoris, sending more pleasant sensations up her spine.
Sex with B however, was very different.
Not mentioning how she was currently being fucked in public by a guy that is not even her boyfriend, in a park not that far from her house, where she could easily run into someone she know, she could not even utilize the skills she learnt in bed while she is getting penetrated. Wanting very much to be in control to tease and torture B, Z was instead flung up and down the dick impaling her pussy. Not only tempo, Z could not control how fast or deep she was getting impaled. She could not even use her hands in any way except to hold onto B tightly as he unceremoniously thrusted into her. In fact, her nipple was the one being tortured, with occasional pain mixed into the pleasure whenever B teethed her nipple. All Z could do was to try and suppress her moans, and even that she seem to be failing. Like in the car, Z may be wearing most of her clothes, but she felt completely exposed and helpless, drifting instead into the world where pleasure flooded her senses from each and every stroke.
Z was only brought back to the surface when B commanded her to turn around, changing to reverse cowgirl. Z obediently turned around and once again felt waves of pleasure as B plowed into her as she sat back onto B. With one strong hand still on her mouth, Z felt the other hand roam the rest of her body. It would slide right to her clitoris, circling and flicking it right next to where B’s hard and thick member was sliding in and out of her. It would travel to her breasts and her erect nipples under her shirt, giving each of them adequate attention. It would even go to her neck, where B would strongly but gently choke her, sending euphoria throughout her body. Indeed, sex with B was so different and Z was secretly glad that she had allowed herself this liberty. Her body on the other hand, responded with vigor as suppressed moans and her womanly juices flowed freely.
“Z, take a picture of us now and send it to my snapchat. I want to remember your fuckface later” B whispered. Stripped of all inhibitions and resistance, Z took her phone and blissfully took a welfie of B fucking her in reverse cowgirl and sent the snap to B. In the picture, B’s hand was on Z’s mouth and breast (underneath the shirt), while showing clearly that they were on a park bench. Z’s face, or what’s left of it after B’s hand, was flushed. Her face was disheveled as the both of them oozed of sex.
Chapter 6
Satisfied with their milestone, B shifted his hand from Z’s mouth to her cover her eyes instead. Instantly, moans begin to fill the air, surprising Z. Although Z continued her futile efforts to suppress herself, she began to moan louder and louder and she approached an orgasm. Somehow, each touch, each stroke feels more intense to Z when an important sense such as the sense of sight is taken away. Z would often get more aroused simply because she was blindfolded, even if nothing else had changed. This helped to push Z past her peak, and Z moaned loudly in the cold, quiet night as her orgasm struck her.
The loud moans in a quiet place like Bishan Park meant that they travelled far. Soon, it begin to rouse one of the drunkards (let’s call him D) who was snoring just 50 metres away. Waking up to investigate, he followed the direction of the moans before coming across two moving body forms in the dark, in the middle of what looks like intense lovemaking on a park bench. Moving closer to get a better look, D confirmed his suspicions that two chinese young adults were openly having sex but also realised that the guy had noticed his presence. Ashamed that he had been caught voyeuring, he turned to walk away before realizing that the guy was actually beckoning him forward and asking him to be quiet instead of shooing him away.
Puzzled, D approached cautiously as his own dick came to life. He noted that the guy was actually smiling at him, whereas the girl could not technically see anything due to the guy’s hand over her eyes as she rode. In fact, the guy even begin to flick and pinch the girl’s clitoris with his other hand as D came closer, leading to more desperate and high moans from the oblivious girl. A loud shriek signified a new orgasm as the girl slumped back onto the guy.
Unable to hold back any longer, D pulled out his own penis and began to wank to the marvel before him. Encouraged, the guy hitched up the girl’s white t-shirt soaked with perspiration to expose white creamy breasts with round, brown areolas and resumed his tinkering with the girl’s most intimate portions.
“Ungh, why you pulling up my shirt, later other people see my boobs” Z moaned. The question was left unanswered as B sped up his thrusting, alternating between roughly pinching Z’s clitoris and Z’s nipples. Seeing how the drunkard couldn’t help but wank at the sight of himself exploiting Z, excitement filled B as he begin to feel the start of his own orgasm, whispering quickly to Z that he’s gonna cum…
Note: Seem like interest is waning. Perhaps stop after this ep2 ends?
Chapter 7
“Ugh, just come inside, inside! Ugh, ugh” Z replied erotically, having prepared morning-after pills after the previous incident. Hearing her sensual answer, both B and D could not hold it in any longer and came. B spewed his goons into Z while D shot on of the grass patch in front of him. Signaling D to quickly get away, B pulled down the front of Z’s top and hugged her in post-sex bliss to buy time for D to get far enough.
First time allowing a man to come inside her, Z was surprised when she felt hot spurts filling her insides. It was weirdly comforting although the guilt of letting another man come in her quickly overcame Z. Her boyfriend had always insisted on a condom with her, hence she had never felt how warm cum would be like in her life. Z decided that the sensation wasn’t half bad, certainly beats swallowing, especially if it was too bitter. Z then felt a tight and warm back hug from B as they both recovered from their intense session. When Z finally regained vision, she was glad to see that everything around her was as before, internally rejoicing the good luck that no one had came across them having sex in public. It was indeed exhilarating to be fucking in this open and public a place, unlike the usual staircases and handicapped toilets and a small part of Z was silently grateful that B had pushed her into having this wonderful experience.
Having taken nothing off, Z was prepared to leave when B halted her while zipping up his own fly.
“Take off your FBTs and your panties” B commanded.
“What.. what?!” Z stammered
“I think your t-shirt is long enough, besides, who is here to see you?” B assured.
It felt weird stripping in public, something Z was taught her whole life not to do. Sliding off her bottoms in one fell swoop, Z was completely bare below. Weirdly, Z felt even more shy to be butt-naked in public than having anyone man in her with her clothes on. She found that her t-shirt is indeed long enough to cover her lady parts, although they will undoubtedly expose themselves if she moves too much. She realised how comforting the cooling air is on her now slightly sore pussy and bruised thighs. She also realised that her t-shirt is now soaked, clinging tightly to her shapely form in the night. Satisfied that she was somewhat adequately covered Z held onto B in the same way they had come, to journey back to where B’s car was, looking just like a couple.
Chapter 8
Having moved less than a few steps, Z begin to feel a drop trickling from between her legs and quickly told B “B, I feel something flowing down my legs. I think that’s your cum leh, I never even let my boyfriend come in me before lor”. Smiling back in response, B lifted his hands that were originally on Z’s waist and stuck two fingers into Z’s vagina from the back. “There, that’ll stop it” B snickered as he wriggled his fingers, sliding them in and out of Z in the journey back to his car.
They walked past a sleeping drunkard, who was actually D pretending to be asleep. D stole at a glance at the couple, noticing how the guy’s hand was still in between the girl’s legs and smiled to himself. “Today is a lucky day” D thought. Having witnessed what he did, with no names, no contact, no evidence and perhaps never again in his life, D was silently grateful at the good fortune he had.
Back in the car, B tossed Z’s FBT and panties to the backseat, leaving her only with her t-shirt that is beginning to dry. Claiming to save the environment, B opted not to on the air-conditioning, instead leaving the tinted windows down on the drive back to Z’s HDB. Z climbed over to willingly gave B car head at his request on the way back. This leaves Z’s lower body fully exposed with her knees on the passenger car seat, ass and pussy up in the air while she engulfed B’s gear stick with her mouth. Gravity also pulled both Z’s oversized t-shirt and her boobs down, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Drivers on the left would be treated to Z’s upraised pussy and ass, with streaks of dried cum on her milky white thighs and some hints of her dangling mounds. Drivers on the right on the other hand, would be treated to Z’s full downblouse, and her moderate blowjob skills. Fortunately or unfortunately, there weren’t many cars on the road and Z arrived safely back home.
“Well, I guess I have a fuckbuddy now” Z posted on Whisper as she reminisced on what just transpired. A part of her can’t seem to stop wondering what would have happened if someone walked in on them. Would she have hurried to stop in embarrassment, ashamed that she had been lusting openly? Tucked her tail between her legs and ran? Or would she have gotten hornier, exposed out there being seen skewered by a man, enjoying the additional attention? Z honestly do not know anymore, a part of her wishing that she’ll never find out.
-End of
Ep2
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Note: Here we go on
Ep3
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Chapter 1
Z sat there flustered as weeks flew by again without any contact from B. She was finding it hard to keep up the appearance with her boyfriend, especially when she no longer loves him, and craves another man instead. She begin to find replying her boyfriend’s messages a chore and his mushy words too corny. Soon, her first response was to ignore them as they came, only to steel her will and type up a half-hearted reply much later.
Z had thought that there was something between B and her, with them being all lovey dovey when it was just two of them. Had everything that happened between them just a fluke? Was B just using her as his sex toy? His slut? Thoughts and questions like this raced across her mind as Z sulked. B on the other hand seem to be perfectly fine, continuing his daily life as per normal based on his social media updates, which irked Z.
Z would reach for B’s gift as she thought about what they had done. She later realised that the vibrator was powered by an app that could be downloaded on her phone, and frequently utilised it when her boyfriend was not around.
Once, on a weekend afternoon in her room, her boyfriend had suggested they do something kinky, requesting for Z to put on her JC school uniform, with significant differences. She had to leave the top two buttons open, revealing only a slight cleavage as her breasts were not very pronounced, alternating between A and B cup depending on the particular brand or design of the bra. Naturally, her boyfriend had asked her to put on a lacy one, with some paddings within for her to produce a slight cleavage. Her school skirt was hiked up by folding the top inwards three times, leaving the edge way above her knees, revealing her milky white thighs that stretched into her long slim legs. She put on black-framed glasses, instead of her usual contact lens and tied up her long hair into a ponytail to portray the demure, slutty schoolgirl waiting to be fucked.
Revealing her get-up after acceding to all of her boyfriend’s requests, her boyfriend wasted no time tearing every down, annoying Z after all the efforts she had put in. Quickly proceeding to the next steps, Z began to miss B’s length and girth as her less endowed boyfriend slid in and out of her. Trying to avoid being a dead fish, Z tried her best to imagine that it was B that was fucking her instead in a attempt to drum up some vigor, but to no avail. It simply wasn’t the same.
Wondering what to do, Z realised that her boyfriend had not discovered that her passion was lacking and came up with a wicked idea. “Well, he wanted something kinky didn’t he?” Z thought, “It’s not my fault then!”. Putting on her best slutty look with pouty lips and innocent reluctance, Z begged for her boyfriend pull out and cum in her mouth instead. Her boyfriend jumped on the idea and quickly withdrew, no being one to reject such excellent ideas, sitting back on the bed instead and waited to be served…
Chapter 2
Instead of jumping onto his dick immediately, Z headed for her drawer to retrieve the pink C-shaped vibrator that B gave her. Addressing her boyfriend’s surprise at a toy he had never seen, she quickly assured that she was feeling playful one day and rashly bought it over the internet. Handing her phone over to him with the app turned on, Z quickly stuffed herself full, instantly reliving the experiences of the night in the park, imagining it was B playing with her instead.
Compared to when her boyfriend was humping her previously, Z got much wetter after she inserted the vibrator, as if with it brought along everything B had done to her. Resting comfortably both within her and on her clitoris, Z crawled over teasingly, reaching for her boyfriend’s dick. Removing the rubber still encapsulating the engorged member gently, Z enthusiastically devoured it, trying to imagine it was B instead, while her boyfriend had all the fun trying out the different modes of the vibrator, earning many lustful moans from Z. Z had her own fun too, comparing the only two meat-sticks she ever had in her life. In both size and girth there was a clear winner and Z found that she could deep-throat her boyfriend much easier, exhibiting more control over her boyfriend, manipulating his pleasure with each of lick and suck according to her whims.
Z enjoyed her task with vitality, fantasizing how it would feel to be blowing her own boyfriend, while B was fucking her from behind. The constant tempo changes in the vibrator within her only aided her imagination, helping her to give one of the most sensual blowjob she had ever given her in life. Horny, wet and pleasured, Z gave plenty of eye contact, staring at her boyfriend intermittently as she licked and sucked, wondering how her boyfriend would feel and react if B was fucking her right there while she continued blowing him.
The mind-fuck was intense and the session only ended after Z blew her boyfriend to completion, requesting him to fuck her with the vibrator until she came. It certainly heightened her arousal, seeing her boyfriend unknowingly and busily trying to use a toy another man gave and used on her in order to try and give her an orgasm.
After what felt like 5 sensual and intense minutes, Z rewarded her boyfriend’s hard work with a loud and sensual moan as she came, squirting, wetting the sheets and surprising herself in the process. Oblivious, her boyfriend brimmed with pride thinking how his efforts had caused his girlfriend of many years to finally achieve such a feat.
Z’s phone lit up and vibrated as a new WhatsApp message came in, interrupting their thoughts. She had completely forgotten that the university clique was meeting tonight for dinner, followed by some board games at one of the girl’s apartment. Z hurriedly tidied up herself, kissing her boyfriend goodbye, internally glad to be leaving his place and his company. While the session was no doubt enjoyable, having to face him and lie every second of her existence was miserable. Although Z would not like to admit, but she would much rather be facing B nowadays than her boyfriend.
Note: This part is a little dry, and I frequently wondered why I bothered to type it. Nonetheless I believe it is for the better of the story, even if you do not subscribe to the same ideology
Chapter 3
Fast forward a couple of hours, the clique had decided to get takeaway and dine in the comfort of the friend’s house instead of an eatery outside.
A little background on the clique, there were a total of five people, four girls (including Z) and B. All of them were from the same university batch in a certain local university and each of the four girls are different and unique in their own way. Z wasn’t the prettiest among them, but she was the tallest, standing at around 167cm. She only had modest assets, but was gifted with great skin. She had an excellent complexion, smooth without much maintenance. Being someone who disliked the outdoors, she was also much whiter than the rest of the ladies. Often, her long legs were the envy of the others, being much longer and creamy smooth.
The girl whose apartment the clique has now arrived in came from a relatively well-to-do family. So much so that they could afford to allow their daughter to live separately from them, in an apartment located downtown all by herself. Here, she frequently stocked her fridge with her favorite alcohol and chocolates. The privacy associated with living in an apartment alone also allowed her unprecedented freedom sexually, frequently escorting those that caught her favor back to her nest for acts unsuitable in the public. The apartment wasn’t big, but had sufficient space for a master bedroom, a guest room, a kitchen, and a modest living room. It was furnished modernly, silver and white themes and contained the all important necessities a house needed for comfort.
The clique had gathered around in the living room, chatting happily about everything under the sun during dinner, alcohol flowing freely from the supply in her fridge. When it was finally time to bring out the board games, they had chosen to play Saboteur, a mining-themed card game involving rounds where dwarfs try to dig for gold and saboteurs try to prevent them from doing so. After a few rounds of fun and laughter, finger-pointing and slandering, Z felt the contents of the dinner stirring in her stomach uncomfortably. She requested to pull out when the round ended, to head for the water closet in her friend’s master bedroom toilet as the one common toilet seemed to have some flushing issues.
Being such close friends, her friend didn’t think twice before agreeing to Z sharing her intimate toilet. The rest quickly proceeded to the next round without Z, quickly turning the living room into a scene filled with plots and laughter while Z struggled within the confines of the toilet. Finally convinced that she could do no better to expel what perhaps should not have been eaten, Z left the toilet hurriedly, eager to re-join her friends out in the living room.
Opening the toilet door, Z was greeted by a scene of B turning his head towards her, after seemingly prowling the room for some time while waiting. Their eyes met and B smiled with malicious intent.
“Missed me?” B greeted…
Chapter 4
Saying nothing more, B lurched forward towards Z, pulling a dumbfounded Z out of the toilet, into the master bedroom. Like a well-rehearsed drill , B swiftly turned Z around while they were both standing, wrapping his arms tightly around Z’s waist, specifically at the portion where her top had barely met the bottoms, exposing a thin line of skin around her waist. Z was wearing a grey, long-sleeved but thin, figure-hugging top with a slight V-cut in the front and high-waisted denim shorts designed to be casual and cooling for the Singapore weather.
Exploring both upwards and downwards, B littered kisses at the side of Z’s neckline as his hands went underneath her clothes. Reaching one of Z’s breasts on one hand and extending his fingers into Z’s neatly trimmed bushes on the other, Z offered no resistance, instead caressing the strong arms that were exploring her body with her hands.
“Are we really doing this here?” Z timidly asked. “Everyone else is literally just outside”.
Instead of answering, Z felt B’s hands stopping whatever they were doing and extracted themselves from under her garments. Slightly disappointed she caused B to stop with her question, Z was pleasantly surprised when she felt the edges of her top being tugged upwards over her head. Tossing Z’s top away, B wasted no time in proceeding to unclip her black bra next.
Understanding lit up in Z’s face as she begin to aid B’s attempt in stripping herself, and also hurriedly tried to strip B. The thought of having sex in a friend’s bedroom without her permission with all their friends outside was an instant turn-on for Z. She begin to wonder what would happen if their friends knew what they were doing, or worse, catching them in the act. After all, they all knew she was still attached to her boyfriend and regardless of how progressive Singapore society is heading, cheating is still largely frowned upon.
Before Z could finish her thoughts, she felt a tinge of shyness, realizing she was stark naked in the presence of B, with occasional laughter drifting in from beyond the door. She noted that it was beginning to get moist down there and that B was in a similar state of undress. Wondering if they were going to fuck on their dear friend’s bed, Z felt B pushing her in the opposite direction, towards the door of the master bedroom instead. Before she knew it, she heard a soft thud and Z was literally on the door itself. She could feel her sensitive nipples touching the smooth, polished wood. Z tilted her head so her right cheek was flushed with the surface of the door. Z’s hands were pulled high above above her head, firmly planted on the door by B.B filled her up her raw in a gentle stroke from behind as a soft moan escaped from Z’s lips.
Z could not comprehend what she was feeling. Here she was, completely uncovered, pinned to a door getting fucked by a man who had, once again, taken advantage of her. Yet she was so aroused, the additional friction stimulating her nipples as her whole body shook against the timber with each stroke. Outside, she can still hear her friends talking about the game, although she clearly knows the topic of conversation will soon turn to why Z and B were gone for so long. The thought of being caught in the act by their friends just turned up the arousal a notch for Z, struggling to keep her moans in. She noted mentally how every session with B seem to be so incredible arousing yet painfully so, having to suppress her moans every time when all she really wanted to do was to simply let her body take over.