Chapter 5
“You feel looser and wetter today Z” B commented, surprised at how little resistance he felt penetrating Z, especially since as he had not engaged in much foreplay today, unlike his previous sessions with B. “Were you touching yourself in the toilet?” B pressed.
“No, no, i wasn’t!” Z frantically replied.
“Don’t you dare lie to me Z, you’re exceptionally slippery today” B taunted as he bit hard onto Z’s earlobe.
“Ernnnngh, no! Ugh, i wasn’t! I, I… had sex with my boyfriend earlier…” Z shyly stuttered.
Hearing Z’s admission only served to turn B on more, as the statement only served to spur on his alpha instincts and B started to have lewd ideas. He began to forcefully question Z as he fucked her roughly, paying absolutely no attention to the sounds he was making as he slammed hard into her buttocks.
B: You slut, just fucked your boyfriend and now getting fucked by another man. Have you no shame? Just how horny are you, bitch?
Z: Ugh, no, no, I didn’t want to do this.
B: I didn’t hear you resisting me bitch. So who’s bigger, me or your boyfriend?
Z: Ugh, you, you, unghhhh!!!
B: Who fucks you better?
Z: Youuu, ugh, you, much better, ahhh, harder, B, fuck me harder!
Hearing Z’s replies, B got a tremendous ego boost and approached his point of no return rapidly. Pulling Z slightly back away from the door, B went into turbo mode, with the piak piak sounds of flesh on flesh echoing loudly in the room until he came, deep within Z. Pulling himself out, B was satisfied to see a stream of white line dribble out from the centre of Z as he conveniently confiscated Z’s panties and beckoned Z to quickly get dressed and go out before the rest got suspicious.
Heading out in a hurry without B (who was supposed to come out a little while later to avoid suspicion), Z did not have sufficient time to check her appearance in the mirror. Instead, she came out looking exactly what she did not want people to think she just did. Cheeks flushed, panting breath, messy hair. It obviously raised a few eyebrows but her friends did not pursue the matter further.
B came out 5 minutes later, claiming that he took so long because he had to wait for Z to be done, which took an eternity before his own turn. Of course, the same eyebrows were raised, but no one felt comfortable enough to inquire further and the rest of the night continued.
Offering to send all the ladies home when the night ended, B intentionally chose to send Z last, allowing them to spend more alone time together after everyone left. B instinctively pulled Z over for some car-head, requesting that Z get completely naked this time while doing so (instead of allowing her to keep her top that didn’t cover much previously).
Chapter 6
Weirdly, Z hesitated. Although she had previously ridden the carousel openly in the park and just got plummeted into behind closed doors in her friend’s bedroom without permission, she was not quite ready to be fully naked outside. However, looking at how naughty and excited B looked after dropping everyone else off and how nothing seemed to have gone wrong the previous time, Z reluctantly acceded to the request, demanding that the windows be kept up this time. She did feel like people were staring at her previously, although she couldn’t know for sure. B was only too happy to oblige as he waited for Z to peel her clothes away, joyfully tossing them to the backseat whenever a piece came loose. Needless to say, B intentionally chose the long route back to Z’s place, enjoying the blowjob skills that Z seem to have brushed up.
Focusing all of her attention on B’s organic gear stick, Z felt B’s firm hand on the back of her head, forcing her down a little more than she could handle as the car came to a complete stop, presumably at a traffic light. Wanting to protest at the rough treatment, Z heard the unmistakable whizz of the windows lowering, followed by a gush of warm air onto her exposed pussy that was held high up in the air while she bent over the driver’s seat. Hurrying to lie flat to prevent further exposure, Z felt her head lit up on fire as she was plucked mercilessly upwards by her hair by the same hand that was pushing it down just seconds ago.
Frantically looking around, Z couldn’t decide which was worse, the pain of being picked up by her hair or the humiliation of surfacing, only to make eye contact with a male stranger in the next car staring straight at her. At parts of her she didn’t want just anyone to see, her full nakedness. Z froze, unsure of what to do, feeling exposed and once again like a cheap slut, a piece of meat used by men. It seemed obvious what she had been doing, with strands of saliva stretched from the sides of her mouth and her tits, uncovered and hanging out. Z’s face flushed crimson with embarrassment as the stranger cheered and B groped one of her mounds appreciatively in response. Fortunately the light turned green and B sped away, leaving the other car in the dust.
Little did Z know that B had intentionally chose to do those things at that particular traffic light because B’s car was first in line at the red light and there happened to be one car on each side of them. It wasn’t only the driver-side window that was whizzed down, but rather both. In other words, while Z’s attention was fully focused on the stranger in front of him, her rear left nothing to the imagination for the other driver on the left side of B’s car, who got a pleasant surprise.
“What the fuck was that B?” Z wanted to ask as the other car disappeared out of sight. Instead, Z’s face was simply thrusted right onto B’s dick once again, except this time, B held it there to shut Z up until they had reached their destination. Gagging and drooling on B’s dick, Z can’t help but to hold it there unwillingly, occasionally shifting her tongue around the intruder in boredom. Fuming by the time she was let up, Z prepared to give B a piece of her mind when B simply ignored her and reached over to tie her hands between the headrest of the passenger seat.
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Originally Posted by
0oSkylineo0
cliffhanger much, lol…
when would Z break up with her current bf since she’s already like numb of him…
Pardon me, I’m trying to practice writing in more cliffhangers to keep the suspense up.
With regards to your question. I think the answer is an interesting one. I’m not sure about your personal experience in life, but based on mine (which is shallow and unenviable), many women reach a stage in life where they no longer know if they are staying in a relationship because (i) they love the guy; or (ii) they are just too comfortable, too used to being together with the guy. This applies to bf-gf, fiancee and even post-marriage stages.
Very often this leads to a behavioral bias known as loss aversion, where your current situation doesn’t seem ideal, yet one refuses to abandon for the fear of the unknown. Thus, although written in my story it seems unlikely that a girl would go that far, I believe in real life it happens more often than you think.
In fact, I personally feel that this makes or breaks many marriages.
Hope this answers your question and keep these questions coming! I’ll be happy to answer anything related to this fictional world I’ve created.
Chapter 7
Confused, Z quickly found herself blindfolded. She was still fully naked, except now her hands were stretched behind her head and bound. B had decided to park into the loading/unloading bay below her HDB flat instead of moving up the multi-storey carpark when they had their first session. Worry began to nag at the edges of Z’s consciousness. After all, B’s may have all side windows tinted, but the windscreen remains clear as day. What would passerbys think if they saw a girl fully naked and bound to the passenger seat in the middle of the loading/unloading bay (which is situated right next to the drop-off point). Even worse, what if they were her neighbours? How will Z ever face them again?
Z was interrupted in her thoughts by a soft, warm and wet object on her clitoris. It quickly sent tingling sensations up her spine, which was uncomfortable at the start, but turned pleasurable quickly. She realised that B was returning the favor, giving her cunninglingus right there in his car, in the loading/unloading bay where anyone who knew her could just walk by. It did not help that she was blindfolded and naked, her chest heaving heavily she the arousal spread from between her legs.
Moaning appreciatively at B’s efforts, Z was internally grateful that B had at the very least wound up the windows so she could moan to her heart’s’ content, seemingly a first. She quickly felt B’s fingers joining the efforts of his tongue, attacking both her clitoris at her vulva. The stimulus was overwhelming for Z, being someone who was not used to having her pussy licked, sucked and prodded softly like this. Reaching her oragasm quickly, Z was fully placated and went home feeling more blissful rather than used.
“I guess I have a fuckbuddy now” Z wrote on Whisper, heart full of mixed feelings.
B chuckled to himself as he viewed Z’s Whisper post. He pulled out the photo taken of Z while she was in his car today. Z oozed of sexuality in the photo, fully naked except for the blindfold over her eyes. Her hands were strung behind her over the headrest, elbows pointing outwards and her nipples appeared brown and very erect. Z looked like an orgasm was about to hit her soon, with her mouth wide open and moaning. Z’s chin was tilted upwards in a state of euphoria, her chest lifted and thrusting out while beads of perspiration peppered her neck. B patted himself on the back for the great shot and wondered how he could push Z’s boundaries further in the future…
End of
Ep3
… Will there be more…?
Note: This is the
last episode
, a
大结局
if you will. If it helps, it’s a little longer than the other episodes, so I hope everyone enjoys the ride! Don’t forget to leave a comment/feedback on what you think about the story!
Chapter 1
There’s a chinese saying that paper can never keep fire under wraps (纸是包不住火). It just takes one mistake to let the cat out of the bag. Despite Z’s best efforts, she made that one mistake.
It has been three months since the very first incident with B occured. Z could no longer look at her own boyfriend and B in the same way. In her mind, the differences between them were stark, and not in a good way. In her own attempt to rationalize herself cheating, Z had been particularly accommodating to all of her boyfriend’s wishes, especially sexually. She had, for example, begin to allow her boyfriend to take pictures of her in compromising positions, sometimes going as far as posing provocatively for him. She had even allowed him to take videos of their sexcapdes, although they started out small, and did not reveal her face. After all, how could she refuse her own boyfriend when she had allowed someone else who isn’t even her boyfriend to do the same? This became Z’s mechanism of trying to resolve the cognitive dissonance that had been plaguing her. Needless to say, they were but temporary measures, never designed to fully resolve the underlying issue, just like trying to wrap fire with paper, eventually only resulting in a bigger fire.
It all began when she left her phone unattended for a loo visit. Z was over at her boyfriend’s place on a saturday night just like any other. Her phone battery was dying and her bladder was screaming for attention. Complaining about how her iPhone’s battery is unable to last more than a few hours after each charge, Z hurried to the toilet, intending to return quickly and charge her phone.
Her boyfriend, the gentlemen that he is, proceeded to plug Z’s phone into the charger on her behalf, thinking to himself what a thoughtful gesture it would be. Z’s phone lit up as the wire connected, showing that someone had replied to her Whisper post. Not knowing what Whisper was, curiosity led Z’s boyfriend to unlock the phone. He came face to face with a twitter-like platform, showing the statuses of a certain “snowangel51”. Wondering what Z was doing surfing such an app, Z’s boyfriend had a rude shock when he realised the phone was currently signed in as snowangel51, signifying that snowangel51 was none other than Z herself. Hearing the unmistakable flushing sounds from the toilet, Z’s boyfriend quickly put Z’s phone away, pretending that nothing had happened.
He quickly downloaded the Whisper app on his phone as Z hurried back to her phone, glad that her boyfriend had helped her plug it in. Furiously searching for snowangel51 while Z laid beside him on her own phone, Z’s boyfriend found the profile without any trouble. Scrolling through the various ‘tweets’ of this snowangel51236, Z’s boyfriend was horrified at the information shared, without a second thought, he confronted Z right there and then. It quickly turned into a messy affair as voices were raised, tears were shed and tempers were flared. Z left her boyfriend’s house quickly, sobbing quietly as she hailed a cab home.
Even though Z had been wanting to break up, now that things have fallen apart, she couldn’t help but feel an immense sadness deep within her. After all, it was someone that had intimately been a major part of her life for the last few years. The void left behind was enigmatic and Z craved for solace.
Ironically, in a time like this, Z decided to turn to B. It seemed like the only logical choice. Besides, she was craving a man’s touch isn’t she?
Sending him a snap to pick her up, B appeared within the hour despite it being late at night at Z’s doorsteps. The Z that B saw when he arrived was in a sorry state. Her eyes were red from all the crying, makeup smudged as she continued to sob softly. It was a sight that would have drawn pity from the most hardened of men, and B was no exception. B assuringly led Z back into his car, although he had no idea where to take her.
Chapter 2
Z similarly had no idea what to do, all she knew was that she didn’t want to be alone. Indifferent, B decided to bring Z home, suggesting that she spend the night there instead. Barely even considering, Z agreed without a care in the world, stating that all she wanted was to not be spending the night by herself.
B conscientiously made all the arrangements for Z when they got back to his house. Other than facing his parents awkwardly, Z quickly hid herself in B’s room, coming out only for a shower at the common toilet.
Being an impromptu visit, Z did not have any spare clothes or lingerie to change into. Discharging her worn clothes and underwear, she snuggled into B’s jerseys and army FBTs that were obviously too big for her after her shower. Craving warmth and the human touch, Z shyly returned to B’s room, digging herself into B’s chest, seeking comfort. B hugged her close, slowly peppering kisses on her forehead, cheeks and lips. Things slowly turned sensual and heated, as sex seems to be the only way the two of them know how to communicate ever since the fateful incident that kickstarted their current relationship.
Kisses turned into tongue battles as they proceeded to strip each other. Z was quickly left in the buff, as she did not have many pieces of clothing to given with, since she didn’t have any to change into after the shower. Unlike the previous few sessions, the pace this time was not hurried. Time seemed to slow for the lovers as they reached in for each other’s erogenous parts. They kissed like lovers, slow and assuringly. Z would stroke B’s member firmly but gradually, eliciting a slight reaction from B from each repetition. B likewise slid his finger slowly into Z, coating the area around her groin with Z’s natural lubricant at a leisure pace as Z secreted more.
Penetration was slow and measured as B entered Z missionary. Inch by inch, it disappeared into Z, once again without a condom. It had somehow become the norm between them.
Z moaned in delight, somewhat not used to the slow and loving pace that they were making love in. Sex with B had usually been rough and fast, in the most exhilarating of circumstances, with each orgasm chasing the previous one. This time was different. Each stroke was gentle and B continued to caress her all over, touching her in places that sent more fuzzy feelings up her brain while sliding in and out of her. Eye contact was maintained the whole time as Z dug her nails into B’s back further with each measured stroke…
Chapter 3
“Harder, fuck me harder” Z begged as B continued relentlessly with his slow pace. Z could feel the pleasure coursing through her veins but they seemed to be in rather small amounts, painfully slow. Seeking her first orgasm, Z requested to change positions, wanting to ride B hard and fast instead.
Getting on top, the feeling of euphoria rushed into her mind as Z lowered herself onto B’s rigid, standing member. The familiar feeling of B’s warm rod was a welcome intrusion and Z rode B at an addictive pace. Panting hard at the exertion, Z moaned without restraint, forgetting that they were in fact, in B’s house with the rest of B’s family separated only by B’s room door. B aided Z’s mission in attaining her orgasm, rubbing her red and swollen clitoris with vigor while kneading her breasts with his hands.
Getting closer, Z felt B’s thumb leaving her clitoris, before feeling a sensation of a finger poking at the currently unoccupied hole right adjacent to her vagina. Too near her orgasm to object, Z screamed as she came when the first joint of the finger disappeared into her butthole. B had also conveniently came inside her after Z gripped him tightly as she came. Overcome by the sexual stimulus and the events of the day, Z collapsed beside B, seeking rest after a tiring day of physical and emotional exertion.
Unfortunately, B was not so easily pleased, which should be no surprise considering the things he had already done. B first took out his phone, snapping pictures of Z fully naked resting on his bed, obviously spent after sex. He then began to plan how to make the rest of the night a more interesting affair…
Chapter 4
Z woke up to her hands getting tied to the top of the bedframe, exhausted after the events of the day. Z attempted to see what B had in mind only to realise that she was blindfolded. Not particularly concerned after the various crazy stuff they had done in public before, Z wondered what tricks B were up to this time. She took solace that it couldn’t get any worse than what she had already been through, given that she seem to be lying on the same bed she was on previously, suggesting that she was still in the private space of B’s room. She begin to feel moisture between her legs as she anticipated what other mind-blowing sex B had planned for her.
Seeing that Z was now awake, B gave her breasts a last tug appreciatively, and snapped some photos of the position Z was now in on his bed. B smiled wickedly as he saw Z’s pussy glistering in the picture, inferring that Z was not only awake, but horny thinking of what B was going to do next.
In the darkness, Z felt two palms resting on her inner thighs, slowly willing them apart. Her damp and shimmering pussy was emitting heat as B teased her with one finger, sliding it up and down from her clitoris to and fro her butthole, coaxing more of Z’s juices out. Z wondered if she was going to be fucked anally tonight, something she had never done in her life. In fact, just the tip of the finger earlier had caused her immense pain and she secretly hope B doesn’t have an anal fetish. Sadly, Z admitted to herself, if B wanted to fuck her asshole right now, there was literally nothing she could do about it.
Relief flooded Z’s senses as she felt B’s dick slide past her pussy lips. She began to hear a dialing tone, as if a someone was making a call on loudspeaker.
*druuu druuu, druuu druuu.
“Hello?” the sound of her newly appointed ex-boyfriend resounded in the room…
Chapter 5
Words could not describe the panic that Z was facing as she realised B must have used her iPhone to call her ex-boyfriend.
“Hello, babe? Are you there? What do you want?” her ex-boyfriend pressed, hearing no reply from the other side.
“Ohhh ohhh, ow! uhhh, hiii” Z snapped after B brought her out of her trance by pinching one of her nipples harshly. Z was at a loss of what to do or what to say. Needless to say, this came as a complete surprise although this seemed to excite B as Z felt him beginning to thrust harder, eliciting muffled moans from Z.
“Ungh, I’m.. i’m sor.. sor.. sorry.. Ugh, for.. for… cheating on you” Z stammered after great difficulty. B was not letting her concentrate on the phone call, drilling her hard and fast, playing with her nipples and licking her ear in the process.
Z’s ex-boyfriend frowned upon her reply. There seem to be sounds of muffled moaning and thwacking sounds from the other end. He began to wonder if he was hallucinating, mildly irritated that Z had called him out of the blue when he was still fuming. He wanted to so much to know why Z did it, why Z cheated on him when his phone lit up, signalling that the caller on the other side was trying to change to video call. Without much thought, Z’s ex-boyfriend accepted the video call.
The sight that greeted him was one that he would remember for years. Z was naked and blindfolded, hands outstretched above her head and tied. Her face was in torment, trying hard to not let any sound escape even though her mouth was agape. It was a fuckface that he was familiar with and it was clear that whoever was filming the scene was the one currently fucking Z. As if on cue, a hand begin to reach out for Z’s left breast in the scene, tugging and rubbing her left nipple as Z gritted her teeth, trying her best not to moan.
“So who is better, me or your loser boyfriend?” a male voice sputtered from the phone. “No, no SHHH, ugh, he’s gonna hear you!” Z hushed. “You know Z, this is actually a video call and your loser boyfriend is now looking at you while you’re getting fucked. So who’s dick is better? Answer me!” the male voice commented tauntingly. “NOOO, NOOOO, why would you do that? You… your dick is better. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” Z pleaded towards where she thought the phone that was still filming her should be. Z begin to sob and her ex-boyfriend quickly ended the call, unable to take the torture of seeing her ex-lover humiliated like that. Heart-broken himself, he tossed his phone away, unable to understand what he just saw, or why and how it turned out that way. It was one thing to find out your girlfriend had cheated on you, quite another to have the other fucker call you while he was literally doing it. The act felt like a declaration of war, except that the outcome was clear, and the winner is continuing to enjoy his spoils while the loser slumped in defeat…
Chapter 6
Back in B’s room, Z sobbed and struggled against her restraints, hurling abuses at B on what a sick fuck he was. Undeterred, B simply continued to thrust into Z until Z stopped struggling. Defeated and degraded, Z laid there without moving as B fucked her. Wondering exactly how badly ex-boyfriend must have been hurt by what had just happened, Z’s thoughts were interrupted by a renewed assault on her body.
Light flooded her vision as her blindfolds were ripped off her. Adjusting to the sudden change in lighting, Z saw that her phone was in front of her face, with a series of pictures queued up to be sent. Puzzled, she looked closely and realized with horror that B was using her phone to send the pictures he had taken of her during their previous sessions to her ex-boyfriend.
“B, NOOO” Z pleaded as B hit the send button. Pictures began transferring through the internet as dread set into Z. There were pictures that she knew of (but had not seen) and pictures that she never knew of. In the former category was a picture of her very first session with B, with Z fully naked and her face freshly doused with cum at the back of B’s car. There was a welfie Z had taken while fully clothed and riding B in reverse cowgirl on a park bench, one hand holding onto B to support herself while the other snapped the picture. There were others Z didn’t know B took, such as the one where she was naked in the front seat of B’s car, blindfolded and had her hands tied behind the headrest.
Z knew for a fact that B had some pictures of her, but she had never realised B took THIS many pictures of herself in these compromising positions. She could no longer comprehend what was going on around her. Everything seemed way too complicated and she just wanted to forget everything. Turning her mind away from any thinking, she focused on the only thing left available that wasn’t nasty, the pleasure her genitals were sending her, seeking to be lost in lust as B replaced the blindfold on her.
Mentally and emotionally broken, Z no longer resisted. She felt her hands being loosened from the top of the bed and her body was dragged into the middle. Pulled to her knees, she quickly felt Z’s dick poking at the surroundings of her mouth. Taking the cue, she opened wide to allow B to stuff his member in, tasting the distinct taste of a dick, mixed with her own womanly fluids. A forceful hand mashed her head into an warm and mush bush, causing Z to gag as saliva overflowed from her mouth. Z felt the penis being extracted from her mouth and B went behind her, tying her hands behind her back instead.
Still blindfolded, Z felt herself being pushed forward such that her head fell forward until it rested on the bed, she felt her hips being lifted for doggy and B’s member quickly entered Z’s moist cave. Moaning into the sheets as B plowed her vigorously, Z was shocked to hear the door of B’s room twist open. She was afraid that B’s parents had walked in on her, a girl B brought home less than a few hours ago, naked, tied, blindfolded and impaled by their son. What kind of girl would they think she is?!