I hammered the door again while keeping my eye on the large 8 inch screen.
I saw him turn his head towards the door but he turned back again shortly, plastering his body onto Yiling as he continued to plough his cock into the depths of her vagina.
I continued pounding on the door until Benson’s head turned again.
I could see him catching his breath, deliberating whether or not to answer the door. I kept pounding on the door while I have his attention. Suddenly Yiling jerked her bottom hard several times, struggling and kicking.
Her free leg landed squarely on the bottom of Benson’s Jaw, sending him flat on his back on the bed.
It infuriated him and Benson snapped.
His mouth was bleeding, probably bit his own tongue.
He lunged forward, his fingers closing around Yiling’s neck.
I hammered the door more urgently and I almost shouted for him but managed to hold it in.
This is not good.
I could hear him grunt and shout as he strangled YIling. As if that were not enough, he spread her legs and fucked his cock back into her pussy.
He shouted so loud I could hear him through the music.
Benson : BITCH !!! YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!! YOU LIKE THIS !!! YOU LIKE THIS !!!! fuck you !!! arghhhh!!!
I started kicking the door but it won’t budge.
Modern lock sets usually fare better then the ones the use in Hollywood.
Benson was jerking Yiling’s neck vigorously as his lower body moved, determined to use her body for his own gratification.
Suddenly he stopped.
He stared at YIling for a few seconds before his hands let go of her neck.
Jeff : Oh fuck…
I hammered the door, the intensity of my knocks did nothing to hide my desperation to get in.
Benson pulled his cock out form Yiling and I saw him grab his own hair.
Then he started running towards the door.
I heard the lockset snap and the door swing open.
My hit came so fast I’m not sure if Benson realised what was happening. I sent his head jerking hard to his right the moment I entered. I grabbed his hair and sent my knee to his mouth, compounding the injury he already had from YIling’s kick.
Benson collapsed like a sack of rice and I ran over to Yiling immediately.
I immediately checked her for a pulse and I heaved a sigh of relieve.
She’s unconscious but still breathing.
I adjusted her position, keeping her airway clear. Brushing the hair from her sweaty forehead, I took in the bruises she suffered in the hands of Benson.
It should not take her long to wake up from this.
I went over to Benson and dragged him across the room to the bathroom.
I wet the floor and made it soapy. I rubbed the bottom of Benson’s feet with water and soap as well.
He’s still conscious, but disorientated.
I positioned him in a manner which would suggest he slipped and hit his head on the floor.
I lifted his head and smashed it several times onto the tiled floor. Hard enough to give him a concussion but not break his skull open.
Yiling was starting to stir by then but her eyes were still closed.
I loosened the knots around her wrist. She should be able to get free from this easily.
I hurried and left the room, keeping my eyes on the monitor from the outside.
There, that should do the trick.
Yiling will wake up, struggle herself free, find Benson on the floor and finish the job.
I looked at the mess the house is in and the state I left the rest of Benson’s men.
I can’t say I called for backup, if I did they should have rescued her as well instead of letting her get raped. I’ll need a good reason.
My thoughts got lost when I saw Yiling came to.
It took her a few seconds to orientate herself before she struggled herself loose.
Jeff : yes… yes… yes…. Quick… quick…. Finish it and we can call it a day….
Yiling freed herself from the ropes and got up, there’s no doubt she saw Benson lying on the floor. She paused for a brief moment before heading towards him.
Yes. Yes. This will be over in a minute.
Just when I thought this is over, Yiling walked towards the camera. I could see her staring right into it.
Jeff : No… no… no…. don’t…
She switched it off and I cursed under my breath.
Jeff: Fuck….
Well, it makes sense to turn it off. I wold have done the same thing especially If I know there’s a camera pointing at me.
The thing now is I won’t know when and if she has done the deed.
It shouldn’t take long, I’ll give her 5 minutes.
Just fucking suffocate that shit on the floor.
It’s as simple as putting a pillow on his face and sitting on it for a while.
It’s not that hard. He’s already half dead.
I checked the rest of the men on the floor.
They’re all in different state of pain, each crouching in a corner of the house.
I received a call on the phone I took and I answered it.
It as Owen.
Owen : What’s the situation.
I could hear the loud echo and the muted roar of the plane engine from the background. He’s calling mid flight, probably a private flight if he can talk.
Jeff : I think it’s under control….Pillbox is doing it right now…
Owen : Ok… the team is on standy… they are reaching the holding area in 10 minutes… once they get pillbox’s call after completion…., they will move in….….i was told the mother and baby is en route to the doctor….what happened.
Jeff : Long story… I’ll explain later…. It’s either that or that baby dies…
Owen was quiet for a while before he asked me to wrap it up and he hung up.
Aside from the music, I could not hear anything from the room.
Well, I think it’s about time it’s done.
I thought about waiting a while longer, but my patience wore thin.
It shouldn’t take that long.
I took a few deep breaths and acted all flustered and panicky as I dashed into the room and shut the door behind me and instantly regretting my decision.
Jeff : fuck…
Yiling stared at me in shock as I watched her bloodied right hand holding a razor blade with Benson’s neck spurting like a miniature fountain.
She was shocked to see me in the room.
I was shocked to see her make such a mess. didn’t they teach her in school not to fucking make a mess if possible. It makes clean up difficult. Blood is difficult to clean and an artery spraying like a musical fountain is a fucking nightmare to cover up.
I stared at Benson whose life is slowly draining away before looking back at Yiling, naked with splatters of blood on her body.
Jeff : Oh my god… are you ok ?? …
My first thought was to cover her body.
I opened a few drawers before I found a towel.
I threw it around her as she stood, shaking and trembling with the razor blade in her hand.
Jeff : It’s ok… it’s ok… calm down… calm down….
Benson had stopped moving but blood was still coming out from his wound.
Jeff : ermmm… ermmm…oh fuck… this is fuck up…. This is really fuck up….
I was honestly referring to the mess YIling made when she calmly walked to the door.
My jaw dropped an inch when I saw YIling turned the latch and locked the door, trapping all of us inside.
I looked at her and I saw that look in her eyes.
That look.
Jeff : what are you doing ?!
She panted and she shook her head.
Yiling : I’m….. I’m sorry you saw that Jeff…
Jeff : What the………. fuck,…. Are you talking about…
Yiling : I cannot afford to have any witness…..i’m sorry…
Jeff : You….. are fucking…. Kidding me…
Yiling : I’m sorry….. Jeff…
She removed the towel I wrapped around her body and started coming towards me with the razor still dripping in blood.
Jeff : Wow….i……. I don’t believe this…
As Yiling closed the distance between us, I found myself checking the windows and doors once more.
The curtains are drawn.
The doors are locked.
Benson is pretty dead.
Jeff : Don’t…. Yiling please… don’t… just calm down… put that down !
Yiling : I am calm….. I’m sorry you had to see that…. I’m really sorry Jeff… I have no choice….
I would have said there is always a choice if Yiling had not rushed towards me with the razorblade in her hand.
As I pretended to shout for help and repeating my plea to Yiling to calm down, a weird thought crossed my mind.
This project is worth every fucking drop of that 17 year old whisky
……………………………….
I leaped over Benson whose muscles were still twitching as Yiling screamed and came at me.
Jeff : hey … HEY!!! YIling…. Yiling !!! HEY!!
She is on the verge of losing it.
Tears filled her eyes as she fought back the urge to break down and start crying. Her left hand grabbed her right wrist in an attempt to stabilise her shaking hand holding the razor.
Jeff : for fuck sake put that down !
Yiling : NO!…
I ducked and pushed her across the room as she staggered and fall. Wiping tears and snot from her face with the back of her hand, she stood up and came for me again. It’s almost like watching a child having a breakdown.
She looked unsure, lost and afraid of what she is doing. She is not equipped mentally for work like this. Not everyone can handle the surge of emotions after taking a life.
Not everyone is as sick.
I grabbed the towel that she has thrown on the floor and twirled it around my right hand and forearm.
Yiling : arGHHH!!!!
She screamed as she came towards me with her hand raised.
I grabbed it easily with my towelled hand, the thick fabric absorbing the slice of the thin razor without fuss at all.
Jeff : enough … enough !!
Yiling tried to extract herself from me but I held on.
She tried to kick me and I blocked it with my shin, causing her to scream in pain. It was painful for me too but I held it in.
I twisted her hand and disarmed her of the blade.
Yiling jumped onto me, grabbing my waist with her naked thighs to throw me off balance by twisting her body, but I’m much heavier and stronger than her. I staggered 2 steps before I countered the force and threw Yiling onto the bed with her legs still wrapped around my body.
If I was naked, I could be well positioned to enter her.
Yiling : aerghh!!
Jeff : Stop Yiling… STOP!!… stop or I will have to tie you down !
She punched me on my face as she started kicking wildly at me.
I grabbed her wrist and twisted them behind her back, pinning them down in the same manner an officer is about to make an arrest.
I could feel the rise in my cock as I pressed her head down on the bed the same time I shouted at her to calm down. This is the first time I had to press a naked woman in front of me on the bed with my clothes still on.
The last time I was in a position like this was in a leisure trip to Thailand.
I went to a nice bar and bought this cute university student that was working as a waitress a drink. The next thing I knew I was pinning her down on the bed with her screaming at me to go deeper and harder.
Yiling : let me go !!!
Jeff : stop screaming and behaving like a mad woman and I will let you go ….
I held Yiling’s hands in place and I stepped on both her calves with my left foot. The pain should knock some sense into her.
It took about another 5 minutes of screaming, threats and sobbing before she calmed down.
Her breathing slowed considerably as she just panted for air on the bed.
Jeff : Are you ok now ?? …. Don’t snap…
Yiling : I’m ok… let me go…
Jeff : Promise you stop behaving like a bitch….
Yiling : Yes… yes I promise…
I let Yiling go and took a seat on the bed.
She slowly turned around and massaged her aching joints.
We were both quiet for a while before she asked if I was going to arrest her.
Yiling : Are you going to arrest me ? ….. for killing my brother in law…
I did not answer her because I did not have an answer.
I was hoping I won’t have to deal with shit like this which is why I preferred to work alone.
Stuff like this belongs to Owen’s department.
My heart skipped a beat when Yiling spoke again.
YIling : You’re definitely not some data Analyst…..
Jeff : Why makes you say that…
Yiling : You know how to protect yourself….
Jeff : We all go through basic training….
Yiling smirked as she turned and looked at Benson who had stopped moving totally by then.
Yiling : It’s ok if you don’t want to say…. Just bring me back to the station and wrap this up…
I thought about it for a while before replying Yiling.
Jeff : I’m not just a typical Data Analyst for the narcotics agency… I’m also part of their elite crack team of operatives… I spend my time stationed overseas most of the time….
I said nothing after that, allowing the silence to help Yiling take it all in.
That should make a bit of sense to her I think.
Yiling : so now what ? …
Jeff : I’m interested in the data Benson has in his computer….his overseas network and his local runners…. His contacts… his suppliers… the rest doesn’t concern me…
Yiling : What does that mean ? … haha.. you going to pretend you did not see me kill Benson ? hahaha….
Yiling slowly got up. I could see the slouch in her shoulders as she opened several drawers before pulling out clothes that I assume belonged to her sister.
Yiling : you can’t do that…you’re a law enforcement officer…. And I broke the law…
Jeff : Yes you did…. And you are correct… I cannot turn a blind eye to that…
Yiling wiped away tears from her eyes as she took in a deep breath.
Yiling : Alright… call it in…. I’m just glad he’s fucking dead…
I watched Yiling get dressed, slipping her hand through the black singlet she pulled out.
Her wrist had an angry red mark from the rope burn earlier. There are countless bruises on her body.
She was just raped by her brother in law.
She leaned against the wardrobe for balance as she slipped on a pair of shorts.
I got up and walked over to the towel that held the razor blade Yiling used.
Retrieving it, I held it with my bare hands as I went to the toilet bowl.
Yiling : What are you doing ?
Jeff : what does it look like I’m doing ?
I wrapped the blade with a few pieces of toilet paper and I flushed it down into the sewerage.
Yiling : What are you doing !
I calmly opened another razor blade from the bathroom and I took it over to Benson.
I ran it through his open wound again, dipping my finger and the blade into his neck before pulling it out.
Yiling : what are you trying to do !!
Jeff : I killed him… in self defence… not you…. Just makes my report a bit lengthier….but… all is good…. This makes things easier….. no one will care about a dead drug dealer….
Yiling stared at me in disbelief.
Yiling : you are out of your mind.. !!
Jeff : No I’m not… go take a shower… wash up before I call it in… I’ll get rid of the body and adjust things around a bit to throw my colleagues off your scent.
Yiling stared at me, not knowing what to say.
Yiling : Jeff…..
Jeff : What ? ….. go and wash up…. Quick….
Yiling : Do you know what you are doing ?? ,….
Jeff : Yes I know…. Come on…. Snap out of it…. It’ll be fine…
I gestured to the bathroom without a word and I grabbed both of Benson’s wrist. I was about to start pulling him away from the spot he died when Yiling shouted at me not to touch him.
YIling ; stop!! STOP!!
Jeff : What ?
Yiling : stop….
She looked at me, swallowed hard before asking if I could bring her her pair of heels she wore that evening.
Jeff : what….
Yiling : it’s … it’s outside… please….
I would have wanted to say no but I thought it would be a good chance to check on the rest of Benson’s men that I had put on the ground.
I went out and retrieved the pair of heels from the spot by the staircase. I could feel myself relaxing a bit as I took my time. Benson is dead, Yiling is still alive. Yvonne and the baby should be receiving some medical attention by now.
This project is practically over.
Before I could walk back in, I heard the door snap shut and the bolt came on.
Jeff : fuck no… hey !! HEY!!!
I started hammering at the door while holding onto YIling’s heels at the same time.
Jeff : open up… open up !!! Yiling !! fuck !…
I checked the heel Yiling was desperately trying to hide that evening.
Turning the heel tip, I pulled out a solid stainless steel blade that will certainly do some damage. It’s tip is sharp and its body had groves etched in. This goes in your stomach, chances are your dinner is going to come back out with it.
I put it back in and continued hammering on the door.
Jeff : Yiling … open up ! don’t do anything stupid….
I could hear her from outside the door.
Yiling : sorry Jeff…. This is me and me alone…. I wanted Benson dead from the start…. I came prepared….
Jeff : Open the door….
Yiling : can I ask you for a favour Jeff ?
Jeff : Yes… yes.. anything… just open the fucking door….
Yiling : don’t tell anyone what you saw…..
Jeff : What ?
Yiling : I mean it Jeff…. Your life will be in danger if you say anything… pretend you did not see anything…..i’ll handle the rest…
Jeff : hey… hey !!
She stopped replying to me and I started to look for another way into the room.
I suddenly recalled the helpers in the storage room. I wonder if they knew where the spare keys would be kept. It’s quite unlikely though.
I considered getting Benson’s men to talk but they don’t seem very cooperative unless faced with the prospect of more pain and I’m lazy to go down that road.
I felt the phone in my pocket buzz. I moved away from the door and looked at the phone.
It’s a private number, might be a call meant from Ah Leong. I answered it anyway.
Jeff : Hello….
Owen : It’s me… Pillbox called it in…. she did it…..i’m surprise she managed to….her evaluation has never been good…..the previous time she was just lucky…. Not bad I must say….
Jeff : Well… I literally delivered the project wrapped up with a ribbon on top….she just needs to unwrap it ….
Owen : oh….. I see….. I suspected just as much….the team is arriving in a few minutes…. Did you see her do it ?
Jeff : not exactly… I saw her holding the razor with Benson squirting like a fountain though…. And…. She fucking tried to kill me….
Owen : hahaha.. she did…?
Jeff : She said she could not afford any witness….
Owen was chuckling and gasping for breath by then. It took him a while to compose himself before adding that he thinks Yiling likes me.
Owen : i think she likes you….
Jeff : huh ? what the fuck are you talking about ?
I looked towards the door before making my way a few steps further away.
Owen : I asked if there are any witness….. she told me no…. it was just her in the room….
Jeff : oh….
Owen : She knew if there were any witness she would have to be responsible for them….. and I guess she did not want to get you involved….
Jeff : guess she changed her mind about killing me then…
Owen : well…. She requested the team to bring you in… before you can file your so call report to your superiors…..
Jeff : oh… really ?
Owen : Just play along…. End it at the debrief and we can all call it a day…. Probably want to ask you to keep your mouth shut and all…. Haha
Jeff : Whatever… why are you en route to Japan ?
Owen : Long story… got to go… bye…
I could hear the sirens approaching the private estate from where I stood.
Owen had his personal team of enforcement officers complete with the necessary gear and equipment.
As the flashes of blue and red appeared in the house, men armed in tactical gear stormed in, shouting for everyone to get down.
They were professional, they know the drill.
Yiling came out of the room and I raised my hand.
Jeff : I’m one of you….. I’m one of you !!! same side… !!
“ Get the fuck on the ground now !!! “
There was no room for talks. I allowed myself to be pushed to the ground and restrained. Yiling walked out of the room like a boss and she avoided all eye contact with me, heading straight for a agency car that would have been meant for me if this was my show from the start.
I saw one masked officer asking each of the men something as he pulled them off the ground.
Peter answered with a rather audible ‘ Fuck you’ and the next thing he saw was the ceiling of the house as he was literally whipped with a retractable baton.
“What is your policy number ? “
I told the officer my policy number and he gave me a nod before pulling me aside to another vehicle.
Before I got in, I told him there are helpers and nannies hold up in the storeroom by the side of the landscaped garden.
He nodded before saying something to the driver.
Minutes later, the vehicle started moving.
The journey took about 30 minutes before the engine of the vehicle was shut off.
When the door opened, I saw Billy waiting for me.
I recognised the loading and unloading area of this place. It was a debriefing building set in the middle of an industrial estate in Tagore lane. Billy cut me loose and I jumped off the back of the truck.
Jeff : Is the baby ok ?
Billy : He’s fine….mother is fine too…. She has fucking nice boobs….
Jeff : Tell me about it…
Billy : really ? you didn’t see ? ….they were fucking dripping milk the whole time…. I’ve never felt so thirsty before…
I gave him a disgusted look and told him it was a figure of speech.
Jeff : No need to go into details…
Billy : I’m serious… have you seen that pair ..!! …
Billy had to gesture to his own breast as he tried to describe Yvonne’s breast.
Jeff : Ok… ok.. enough… I’ve had enough breast for a day…
Billy laughed and told me my day is not over yet.
Jeff : Why not ?
Billy : well…. Shit happens when you least expect it….
Jeff : what do you mean ?
Billy told me Yiling will be coming into the debriefing room in a bit to have a word with me.
Jeff : Yeah … let me know when she’s here… I need a shower…. I smell like shit…
Billy : well… Owen told me she tried to kill you… hahaha
Jeff : she did….. all I can say is she takes her work quite seriously.
Billy ; I think Owen is secretly impressed….
Jeff : You think so ?
He pulled a phone out of his pocket that came attached headphones.
Billy told me that he has a segment of conversation that Owen wanted me to hear.
Billy : Listen to this…. Hahah….
Billy handed me a ear piece and replayed the conversation YIling had with Owen.
Yiling : He’s professional…. And….he’s quite nice to work with…
Owen : ok… noted… does he know Owen is dead ?
YIling : I…… I don’t think so… he did not come into the room..
Owen : are you sure ?
Yiling : yes… he did not come into the room…
That tremble in her voice. My god, I bet anyone can tell she is lying just by listening to her.
Owen ; Doing the work we do…. We can’t afford loose ends… you should know that….
I could almost hear Owen laughing on the other end of the line. That bastard. He’s fucking with her on purpose.
Yiling : he doesn’t know anything Boss… he’s outside all the while…. And the clean up team took him…
Owen : ok fine….
I could hear some crackling on the line and I could not make out if it was the reception or Owen trying to stifle his laugh.
Yiling : Any….. Anything else Boss ? …
Owen : I’m just concern Jeff might be a liability……
I looked up at Billy and ask if there is a need to do this. I hit the pause button and added ;
Jeff : Eh… this is fuck up… is there a need for this ??
Billy : Oh ?
Jeff : What the fuck is Owen thinking… she just got raped….and she just killed her brother in law… is there a need to fuck with her like this ?
Billy laughed but said nothing.
Billy : finish listening to the recording… haha…
I hit the play button again as I got to the end of the corridor.
Owen : i got an incoming call…. Speak later…
Yiling : Boss… boss !
I looked up at billy and told him it’s over even though the file is still running.
Jeff : What the fuck… no head no tail….
Billy hit the pause button to bring me up to speed.
Billy : That incoming call….. is me…. I called Owen … because I found out something from Yvonne.
Jeff : Yvonne ? ….
Billy : yeah…. Milk maid…. Keep it playing, the other part is coming up…
Billy went on to say that Yvonne is not aware that her husband is dead.
Billy : Owen wanted to keep it from her… but she said something… that she needed to get back…. Back to the house…. Despite what her husband did to her… and her child…
Jeff : why is that ?
Billy : Benson is scheduled to meet this mysterious client ….
Jeff : what ?
Billy : Yvonne is adamant that she return and meet the client together with her husband…
Jeff : did you manage to find out why ?
Billy nodded his head as he looked up and down the empty corridor.
Billy : She was unwilling to say it initially but apparently …. She is the one that help set it up….
Jeff : she ? I thought she did not touch the drugs and shit….
Billy shook his head.
Billy : that’s the thing…. The client is not interested in drugs…. He’s interested in the way they bring it in…. and apparently… he has the money …. And…. He’s willing to pay…
Billy told me that the client’s rep first approached Yvonne at a charity event and they kept in contact for almost half a year. Says he’s interested in the logistics aspect of their business but some how he left Yvonne in no doubt what he was referring to.
They had correspondence for almost half a year, dealing with small imports of goods from liquor to tobacco. It’s nothing to shout about, just avoiding taxes.
Yvonne revealed that they are aware these were just a test for something else.
Something bigger, more valuable.
Billy : After having a few successful runs…. they are suggesting the 1st meet….. Yvonne would be getting 250k for setting it up….. I reckon she wants the money so she can get away from Benson….
I nodded as I took it all in.
Billy : yes… now… the thing is, Only the Client’s rep has met Yvonne before…..and everyone is aware she is a beauty queen…. She did win a pageant…
I paused and looked at him, I had this feeling in my head I know where this is heading.
Billy : Owen … wants to know who this guy is… and if possible…
Billy click his tongue with a gesture of his thumb across the side of his neck.
Jeff : Please tell me this is not going where I think this is going.
Billy : unfortunately… it is….
He gestured for his phone and hit the play button again.
I looked at the time it was recorded.
It was barely 20 minutes ago.
Yiling : Boss…. Why ? …. I thought it’s over ?
Owen : there’s a bit of a situation….. Benson and your sister is due to meet an important client tomorrow night…..
Yiling : what ?
Owen : 6 months ago the client’s rep met Yvonne at a charity event…. They have been working together since then….
Yiling : and ?
Owen : I don’t think your sister is in the state to do this…. So I need you to become your sister….
Yiling : what ? …
Owen : Debrief Jeff later when you meet him….and tell him you need a favour from him…
YIling : but…
Owen : Jeff will play the role of Benson… your husband…. And you will both meet the client together…
Yiling : this… this is…a bit … to rush no ?
Owen : We just want to establish the identity of this individual…. Once it’s established… I’ll take care of the rest…. We’re getting more information from your sister as we speak….
Yiling : but… but.. what if Jeff refuses….
Owen ; Then you get rid of him…. We’ll think of another way….
YIling : get rid of him as in ?? you want me to get rid of him ?? !!! wait… Boss.. so if he does this….it’s considered settled ?
I swore I heard Owen try to mask a chuckle with a cough as he spoke in the best serious tone he could muster up.
Owen : why are you so hung up about him ??
Yiling: No… i…. I mean… he’s a police officer… we are on the same side no ?
Owen : We will not be on the same side if we get caught red handed…. Talk to him…. I don’t care what you do…. He will play the role of Benson tomorrow…. The clean up crew is working round the clock to get the house in order….. Briefing tomorrow at 2pm…. You have until then to talk to Jeff…
The conversation ended and I handed the earpiece back to Billy.
Jeff : There is not enough time to plan this through…. This won’t work….
Billy told me that he briefly talked about this to Owen as well.
Benson may not be a pageant winner, but as a businessman, he has photos of him in public as well. Although he shuns the limelight, there are still some images floating around. There’s no way I will be able to pull myself off as Benson.
Jeff : Exactly…. Yiling might be able to pass off as Yvonne…. But not for me…
Billy : I will be pouring through their computers and servers tonight….. any information about their dealings the past 6 months will be given to you by tomorrow morning….
Jeff : Are you even listening ?
Billy : I am…. Owen already has that planned out….. about you being Benson….
Jeff : How….
Billy : It’s a gutsy move…. But he says if anyone can pull it off, it’s going to be you….
Jeff : did he pass you another bottle of whisky ?
Billy : sadly no…. hahha
Billy told me that it would be up to me to put on a good show that I am Benson, and that the one that has been appearing in public all this while, is actually a stand in.
A stand in that has now out lived he’s usefulness.
If needed, his corpse will come in handy.
Billy : As long as Yiling plays her part well…. I don’t think this will be much of a problem… all we need is to see who this mysterious client is…. Who can say you are not Benson when the wife says you are….? Yeah ? …. Wedding photos…wedding rings…. You are husband and wife…. Tio bo ?
Billy’s phone buzzed and he told me Yiling will be at the facility in 30 minutes.
Jeff : This could be dangerous…. Find out more about their dealings…
Billy : Will do…. Yiling will be in room 5….
I gave Billy a thumbs up and I grabbed myself some drinks and food before heading to room 5. I hung around the control area until I saw from the camera that Yiling is entering the facility.
I went into the interview room and sat down, sipping my bottle of drink.
I saw the wrist cuffs on the table and I almost forgot.
I quickly secured my wrist to the table and adjusted myself properly, putting on an image of a bored guy having his drink.
I wonder how would Yiling try to convince me to play the role of Benson.
I tried to stifle a smile as I thought about something silly like her trying to seduce me.
Maybe come in a short dress , high heels.
Maybe she will whine and beg ?
Perhaps threatened me into submission ?
Regardless of what she do, it’s going to be worth a laugh or 2 if I can hold it in.
I heard the rattle of the door knob and the door swung open.
There she was.
She looked freshly showered and washed up. Her hair is still a little damp. Yiling had light makeup on and she was wearing a dress alright. A pale yellow sun dress with the hem ending above her knees.
She had on a different pair of heels, cream white with speckles of gold near the tip.
I drained the last of my bottled drink to get ready for her sales pitch.
Before I could swallow it, Yiling rattled of what I presumed must be a pitch she practised at least a dozen times before she walked into the room.
Yiling : Jeff…… Will you be my husband ?
I choked on the drink, splashed it all over the table as I stared at Yiling in disbelief.
Jeff : blurosooooooshhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! What …………….the…………… fuck ?
She dragged the chair over to my side as I stared at her wide eyed in shock.
Yiling : I’m about to tell you something that is going to sound absolutely crazy to you Jeff ….
She waited for my reply and I gave her the first reply that came to my mind with drools of my drink still hanging off my lips.
Jeff : I thought you already did.
……………………………………………………………………..
Yiling had a key in her hand and she released me from the wrist cuffs.
I wiped my mouth as I stared at her.
Well she is direct, that I have to give it to her.
Yiling : I know how this is going to sound… you would probably think I’m crazy but I need your help…
Jeff : errr…. What do you need ? you want to apply for a BTO flat ?
She gave me an exasperated look before resuming to unlock the other cuff from my hands.
Yiling : you know… I only just caught wind of this a while ago and….believe me…. No matter how many times I try to run this through my head, I think it sounds crazy….
Yiling crossed her legs and leaned forward with her arms crossed.
Yiling : I…. I meant it in a serious way…. When I ask you to be my husband…. As in… play the role of my husband….
I stared at her without a word, giving her a lost look. I actually kind of sympathised with her situation. She’s still pretty new in this line and for Owen to throw her into the deep end of the pool, it’s unfair.
He would probably say life is unfair if I tell him this.
I could see it was tearing her up inside as she tried to think of a way to explain the situation to me.
For one, she cannot let me know her true identity. Yet she still has to make it compelling enough for me to agree to help her.
Yiling : Ok…. I’ll try to sum it up as simply as I can….
Jeff : Ok….
Yiling :Benson’s dead…. But my sister is still not aware of it….
Jeff : errr….. ok… I am aware of it…
She immediately cupped her hands to my mouth with her eyes wide open.
That touch.
The softness of her hands covering my wet and drooling mouth. I was immediately hit with the scent of her body. There is the distinct smell of her shower foam, a brand I was pretty familiar with since I used a similar brand.
It’s a rainforest shower foam by a brand starting with N.
That sweet scent of the body wash hit me while infused with a heavy rose like scent of a hand cream.
In case you are still trying to form a picture, I was literally smelling Yiling’s hand as she chided me harshly about not saying anything I know about Benson.
Yiling : I told you !!! don’t say anything about him!!!! You are not supposed to know anything !!!
YIling came really close to me, and she had her right hand behind my neck while her left remain plastered on my mouth.
I did not expect a reaction this big.
There is no one else in the room and the control room is empty.
I had to hold back a laugh when she threatened to break my neck if I ever mention anything about Benson again.
Yiling : As far as you are concerned…. Benson is still alive… until …. Until….
Jeff : ergumm…rguhhmmm.rghumm…
Yiling: Until …. Fuck this…. Just know this… you are not suppose to know Benson is dead…. Unless I tell you….oh fuck… this is so confusing…
Yiling let go of me and I could see she was flustered.
Jeff : ok… ok.. calm down…
I wanted to make things easier for her and get this over with so I deliberately skipped any unnecessary questions. I just wanted her to tell me what she needed me to do.
Jeff : Ok… Yiling … look…. Relax…. I’ll help you…. Just tell me what you need me to do…
YIling : really ?
She looked at me in surprise.
Jeff : yeah….although it’s a bit fast for us to advance from a boyfriend / girlfriend to husband and wife….
Yiling laughed and took the chair opposite me again.
She brushed a stray fringe behind her ears as she crossed her legs before leaning forward again.
I could feel the rise in my cock as I tried hard not to look at the cleavage of her breast that is peering up at me. Yes I’ve seen her naked, but seeing her dressed is so much more sexier than seeing her without anything on.
Yiling wasted no time. She started talking about what she needed me to do and what we hoped to achieve.
Her sister and brother in law were due to meet someone important the next day.
Yiling : I don’t know who he is…. but he’s someone important…. We need to meet him… and establish his identity….
Jeff : ok got it…. Go on..
Yiling bit her lips for a brief moment before saying that she would need me to play the role of Benson, while she pretends she is her sister.
YIling : We would play the role of husband and wife….. and receive these guest….
Jeff : oh.. ok…
Yiling : My sister has met one of the representative before but it was 6 months ago…. I think I should be able to pull off as her with the right clothes…
Jeff : What about me ?
Yiling : You would play the role of my husband….
Before I could say anything , Yiling put up both her hands with her palms facing me.
Yiling : I know… I know… don’t worry about anything… the people I work for will take care of everything…. And I mean everything…. Everything we need to know to the wedding photos that we need to display in the house….. and I mean everything… that’s how good we are….
Jeff : errr…. Ok…..
I was about to ask who she works for just to see her reply but she beat me to it.
YIling : If I tell you who I work for…. I will have to kill you…
Jeff : Ok… noted.. you work for James bond and her majesty’s secret service…
Yiling : hahahha…
She slapped me playfully on the side of my arm and said she did not know I was that corny.
Yiling : what else are you hiding from me Jeff… hahah..
Jeff : I don’t know… maybe about the same as how much you are hiding from me…
Yiling smiled and shook her head.
Yiling : I really doubt it… haha… so… can I say you’re in ? ….we have a briefing to get to tomorrow morning…
Jeff : yeah… I’m in…
I could see her on the verge of throwing a punch into the air but she held back.
Yiling : Ok great… come… let’s get started…
Jeff : What ? … the briefing you said was for the next morning right ?
YIling : Yeah… but there’s so much to be done…. We need to start now…
She literally dragged me out of the briefing room while holding my hand.
Yiling : You need a shower by the way…
Jeff : yeah… I have milk all over me…
Yiling laughed and added that milk is easier to wash off than blood.
I let Yiling lead the way even though I’m familiar with the complex we were in.
She made a wrong turn while heading to the carpark and I stopped myself from correcting her, choosing to enjoy the brief moment of respite from the mental stress of doing my job.
I looked at Yiling as she walked on confidently in her heels. She looked just like your typical hot babe working in the middle of the financial district. Nothing on her face indicated she was just forcibly raped by her brother in law earlier that evening.
Her side profile looked the best. There is this oriental charm that you hardly find in girls these days with their thick makeup and edited online photos.
Her nose bridge is defined and there is a natural pout on her lips that you can only catch from the side profile.
Yiling turned to look at me, realising that I was staring at her.
She smiled and asked if I was ok.
Yiling : what’s wrong ? … are you ok ? hahah
As we approached the carpark, I blurted out to Yiling that I think she’s really beautiful.
Jeff : I… just think you are…. Really beautiful….
She raised an eyebrow before breaking into smile.
Yiling : thank you…. You’re just saying this because you feel embarrassed you’ve seen everything there is to see about me isn’t it ? .. haha
Jeff : ohh… ermmm
Yiling : I’m just toying with you… haha…
Yiling unlocked her car and I paused for a moment.
She’s driving a BMW Z4.
What the fuck man. I’m driving a old Toyota.
I began to wonder if Owen sent her to the class about being subtle when Yiling gestured for me to get in.
Jeff :wow… your job must be paying you well….
Yiling smile and said nothing.
When we get in, she locked the door and pointed a manicured finger at me. I could see the nail was already badly scratched, probably damaged earlier in the evening.
Yiling : don’t try to sound me out about my work ok …. Just know that I can kill you with a snap of my finger… hahah
Jeff : hahah… ok… fine.. fine…. Nice car…
Yiling : It’s a smooth ride…I like it…
I sat in the car with a hard on throughout my ride. We all think we know short dresses.
No we don’t
We don’t really know short dresses unless we see the woman wearing it driving in them.
With the low seat, slightly inclined, gravity teased with the hem of the short dress Yiling was wearing.
As we chatted, I could not help but steal glances at her thighs.
Even a subtle movement of her changing her foot from accelerator to the brakes would cause the dress to shift.
When it comes ot the red light, she would tug the bottom of her dress to cover a bit of her modesty. With the initial acceleration, the dress would fall back down again, causing more blood to fill my already hardened cock.
I pride myself on being a subtle peeper but inside the small confines of the car, I guess no amount of subtilty is enough.
Just as we turned into the driveway leading back to Benson’s house, Yiling finally pointed me out.
Yiling : I thought you had already seen everything….. why are you so hung up about my legs ?… hahah
Jeff : what… what ? … no… no… oh… I’m sorry… i… errr….
Yiling chuckled as she pulled up to the side of the house.
There are at least 7 other vehicles parked there.
I’m bound to see some familiar faces in there but I knew they will not acknowledge me. It’s part of their work requirements and Owen was very strict in that sense.
The tease ended when I saw the flash of a white panty as Yiling was getting down the car.
I had to stand still for a moment and adjust my erection discreetly.
Walking into the house, I could see the clean up is going on at breakneck speed. It’s like having an entire platoon of men cleaning up a small bunk before an inspection.
Benson’s men and the blood they left on the floor were gone.
In it’s place were the polished floor and neatly arranged furniture.
I saw Billy kneeling down by a small server cabinet near a study on the ground floor but he did not acknowledge me, choosing to concentrate on the 2 laptops he had in front of him.
The helpers and nannies were gone as well, in it’s place I saw 2 older ladies that I had come across a couple of years ago on another project. They were dressed in white with black pants, a unspoken uniform of sort for helper in the large house.
They went through the kitchen cabinet, familiarising themselves with where the utensils are kept to taking inventory of the things that are in the fridge. Owen is going all out for this.
Staff wearing gloves are removing all traces of Benson from the house, from photos to his personal tablets. I saw 2 man come down the stairs with the wedding portrait of Benson and Yvonne.
Following right behind them is Ben.
Who is Ben ?
Ben is a photographer, the agency’s photographer.
I’ve worked with him several times. Professional, cool and focus is what I would use to describe him and his team.
He did not acknowledged me, not even a nod as he went straight to Yiling, no doubt knowing the hierarchy order in this particular project.
Ben : we’re set up in the guest room….. time is tight… we have to do this through the night…
I looked at the time.
It was coming to 12 midnight. Looks like we will not be getting much sleep.
Yiling and I were brought to the study where the shooting crew had set up their equipment and backdrop. 3 guys were on standby with their macbooks plugged in and ready. A makeup artist assigned to each of us came right over and handed us the 1st set of clothes.
Yiling took it upon herself to explain what is happening.
Yiling : We need the photos to help sell the story of us being husband and wife….. it’s my first time doing this as well….
Jeff : oh… ok….
I took a quick shower before joining Yiling in the guest room.
We changed into something casual, berms and shorts for me while Yiing started off with singlet and a flare skirt.
Ben got us to start posing, giving specific instructions on where he want us to stand to where we should be looking.
10 shots in 3 poses for each set of clothing. Then we change.
The photos immediately got post processed.
I could see the 3 chaps clicking away on their laptop with their headphones plugged in.
By the time Yiling and I were in our 3rd set of clothings, I could see the photo machine printing.
Photos of Yiling and I at various spots in the country were printed for selection.
We started off with simple poses before the more elaborate ones that require props.
There are pictures of us on tables and chairs looking at each other while sipping a drink.
Ben : look at each other….. look at your husband…. Yes… yes… hold… good…
A lot is happening when Yiling and I were taking the photos.
You really think it’s just a photoshoot ?
Of course not.
It’s a building of tension.
And with each set, the tension grew.
We started off by changing behind a makeshift screen like those you see in clinics in the 80s. Flimsy screens on wheels.
By the 5th set of clothes, some how we started changing in full view of everyone.
We need to move fast.
My cock is constantly erected as I looked at Yiling’s body.
Stacks of clothes picked out by the makeup artist surrounded us and the variety of lingerie laid bare on the floor near Yiling. Her panty remains on of course but the bras.
God, seeing her change into different bra that belongs to her sister is a hell of a treat for the eyes.
She knows I’m watching, she knows the whole fucking room is watching and aside from concentrating on their work, the hardest part is to be trying to appear discreet while lusting over her body.
Yet we all put up a front. A front to be professional.
There is no doubt the sexual tension that is building up between YIling and me grew exponentially within that period.
Ben : hold her hand….. look at your husband…… put your hand on his cheek….. hug your wife from behind….. smell her hair…. Look at her neck….. cross your legs….sit on his lap…. Kiss your husband on his cheek…..put your hand on her thigh….. stroke her calves…. Touch her chin…..run your hand through her hair…..
Each of these instructions from Ben sounded mechanical, but there is absolutely nothing mechanical about it when we had to do it.
Our bodies touched and grazed each other.
The look in both our eyes.
The initial giggles and small talks were gone. Our eyes and erratic breathing did more of the talking than our mouths ever did.
My cock is leaking pre cum and I’m sure as hell Yiling is wet. This is getting a little serious.
Ben : kiss…. Kiss your wife on her lips…
I made another mental note to tell Owen that Ben deserves a larger bonus this year as I held Yiling close to me. We could feel our hot breaths on each other.
Her eyes closed before me and when our lips met, the warmth we exchanged via bodily fluids betrayed no hint that this was just a professional engagement, that we were just doing our job.
The clicking went on, the streaks of flash continued.
Ben : enough…. Change…
We graduated to more formal clothing. Suits, dresses and gowns. YIling had no issue fitting into her sister’s clothes while mine is a bit tricky. Benson’s recent wardrobe is too big for me and there is a limit to how much the crew can bring along.
Still, we made do with what we have.
Ben was drenched in perspiration as he directed the whole show, checking the time every once in a while.
The makeup piled on for Yiling. Her hair got styled. The room was filled with the rythemic churn of the photo printer and the hypnotic click of the mouse as the crew worked on without a word.
Each set of clothing changed seemed to be a turn in the tightly wound spring. Everyone in the room could feel the energy that had built up 3 hours into the whole shoot.
When I stepped out in my wedding suit with Yiling facing me in a grand white gown which showed off her ample breast, I was ready to cum on the spot. Our bodies were constantly in contact with each other.
There is no way she is not feeling the push of my cock against her tight wedding gown when I hug her from behind. The look of lust in her eyes as she leaned against my body, turned her head upwards to look at me as the bright flashes go off is impossible to miss.
The way we looked at each other was more than enough to communicate what we both wanted after the shoot is over.
At 3.45am, Ben call it a day and gave Yiling the thumbs up. His crew started packing up and they will be back later with the necessary photo frames and pictures.
My hair is caked with gel while Yiling had full makeup on including the fake eye lashes.
I was exhausted and so was she.
Billy appeared and he went straight to YIling as if I was invisible.
Billy : follow me…
We entered a cleaned up and sterilised master bedroom.
The poster bed had fresh sheets and pillowcase as if a professional chambermaid at a 5 star hotel had just finished setting it up.
There were no traces of blood on the floor, the carpet has been replaced. While there is still a strong smell of chemical and detergent in the room, it should go away after a while.
Billy handed us 2 sets of documents and a tablet.
Billy : read and memorise everything…..your lives depend on it…. It contains all correspondences and email Yvonne had with the client’s rep call Wendy.
Billy unzipped a black case which contains identity cards, passports, even credit cards that would support our new identity.
Billy : You’re husband and wife…. Go through the docket and make sure you know about each other’s lives….. The crew is almost done, we’re clearing out in 30 minutes….
Yiling : we’re staying here tonight ?
Billy replied without a change in expression.
Billy : You guys are the owner of this house…. Where else are you going to stay ?
Yiling removed her earrings and I watch her head towards the dresser and picked up a packet of makeup remover while still listening to Billy.
Right before Billy left he added that security crew will be assigned to us and will be in place before noon.
The 2 helpers have done an inventory check of the kitchen, they will need to stock up on food and drinks for the evening in case we need to entertain the client longer than expected.
Billy : guest room will be cleared out soon…….this room is just needs to get a bit of fresh air……. get some rest… project briefing will be at 10am later….
Yiling : ok… thank you…
Right before Billy leaves the room, he checks that Yiling has already made her way into the masterbath before giving me a wink.
That cheeky bastard.
Yiling started to remove her make up.
I could hear a couple of engine starting up at the ground floor.
Heading out, i saw Ben and his ben lugging some of their gear down the steps.
Everyone was in the midst of clearing out the house.
I went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer form the fridge. The cold brew quenches my thirst and hydrated my body but as the alcohol kicked in, I could feel my other thirst slowly building up.
I grabbed a few bottles of beer and chug them into a bucket before filling it with ice.
I opened a few cupboards and found a bag of chips.
My erection was raging hard and I could swing it to close the cupboard door if I wanted to.
I head back up the stairs as I heard the last vehicle engine start up before backing out of the driveway.
I entered the room and I could hear the shower.
The door is not close.
If this is not an invitation, I don’t know what it is.
I dropped the food and drinks on the dresser table and I walked into the bathroom.
There she was.
Yiling was naked in the shower, hot water pelting down on her body as her head angled sideways. She stroked the shampoo off her shoulder length hair as the steam from the bot bath hit me where I stood.
She did not say anything and I did not move.
Yiling turned her back towards me and I was deliberating whether to take her in the shower.
I was caught instead in a trance as I watch her wash her body.
Her fingers running through her hair, sliding down her neck before settling on her firm breast. Her erected nipples diverting the flow of water before it runs down her belly button and down to her vagina.
Her feet, standing in a small forest of disappearing foam. Her left leg raised up, getting a rub down by her hands.
It’s been a while since I allowed myself to be tease to this extent.
I have a monster of an appetite when it comes to sex.
I continued watching, enjoying the deliberate show that Yiling was putting on for me.
The water stopped, and Yiling’s hand stretched out of the shower stall, gesturing to the ash coloured towel hanging beside me.
I took it.
Instead of throwing it to her or passing over, I opened it, I spread the towel like I’m a matador in a bull ring.
A simple gesture with a powerful language hidden beneath.
Come
To
Me
Yiling’s lips parted a little as she covered her breast with her left arm, her right hand held back a dripping strand of hair.
She stepped out of the stall and walked into my towel.
I wrapped it around her, and if my cock could talk, it would fucking be screaming at me.
Yiling took over the towel and dried herself a little, wiping her face down. Wrapping herself up again, she looked at me.
I could see her eyelashes still wet from the shower.
Her breathe hit me as she exhaled without a word.
She put a foot forward, angling her body in an attempt to walk by me towards the bedroom. Our bodies touched and our eyes never left each other.
It’s a game.
A game to see which one of us could hold it in the longest.
I want her.
She wants me too.
Right before she walks past me, I closed the gapped between Yiling’s boday and mine, pressing gently on her, pinning her against the door.
I could feel a uncontrolled shiver as Yiling looked at me.
I leaned forward for a kiss and she received my tongue eagerly.
When we broke off, I told Yiling to put something on.
Jeff : Get dressed….
She pressed her lips against mine for a few seconds before pulling herself back reluctantly and asked.
Yiling : Why…..
I held onto her left cheek with my palm and kissed her again.
Jeff : because…. I like to do the undressing….
Yiling smiled and she kissed me again.
Removing her towel, she pressed it against my body, pushing me back towards the shower.
She wants me to use her towel, to relish in her scent before I take her.
Yiling walked naked out into the bedroom and I watch her open up her sister’s wardrobe.
A hanging treat of dresses, gowns and the tease of pink, silk and satin greeted both of us.
Yiling turned her head and saw that I was still staring at her.
She broke into a smile as her hand reached into the wardrobe as if she already found what she wanted.
She spoke, but without sound, mouthing the words slowly like a circus trainer teasing a wild animal.
Yiling : Don’t…..
Yiling : keep….
Yiling : me…..
YIling : waiting…..
…………………………….
Yiling pulled something out from the wardrobe and disappears from my field of view.
I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower. I did not check the mixer and I nearly burnt myself with the hot water that came down on me.
I wondered how Yiling managed to shower at that temperature. Perhaps it was just my low tolerance to heat.
I soaped myself clean, paying extra attention to my private. My cock is throbbing hard and as I soaped it , it almost spoke to remind me not to stimulate it too much. The stimulation and tease will come from Yiling.
The fragrance of the shower foam filled my nose again as I let the rain shower wash off the soap on my body. This will be the same smell that Yiling will be taking in when she puts her nose and mouth close to certain parts of my body.
I did a quick rinse off and almost forgotten I was using Yiling’s towel to dry myself off.
The towel is damp, the threadcount is high. It’s soft and fluffy. I pushed my face into the towel and my erection started building up again.
I wiped myself down, trying to imagine and think of which part of Yiling’s body was wiped down by the towel I was currently using.
The indirect contact making the connection in my imagination as I towelled myself.
Perhaps I am using the corner she ran through her wet pussy to wipe my face.
Maybe I’m rubbing my groin area with the part she dried her breast with.
The damp towel felt significantly heavier after I was down drying myself.
I wrapped it around my waist and stepped out into the room, my heart skipped a beat as I visually appraised Yiling’s body in front of me.
She’s all dressed up for me to do the unwrapping.
I have a feeling I’m going to damage quite a few pieces of Yvonne’s wardrobe that evening.
Yiling wore a pastel pink coloured bra with lace trimmings running from under the cups to the straps that goes on her shoulder. The form is simple, accentuating her nice curves of her full breast.
On the outside, she wore a pink satin robe that is literally glimmering under the warm light of the room. Solid lines in black ran along the edges and trimmings of that gown, giving it character while not forgetting it’s ultimate purpose is to tease.
Yiling took the tease part to another level alright.
How could I possible see the bra if she’s wearing a gown you ask ?
That’s because of the way she wore it.
The left side of the gown is left drooping down a little too much, exposing one side of her body. The gown fell and bunched up sexily around the mid of her biceps.
The middle is tied with a black laced ribbon, reminding me how slender her waist is.
I don’t know if she is wearing anything underneath.
Then I saw her tiptoe for a brief moment before she gained a couple of inches in height.
I got closer and saw that she brought her heels into the room.
My heart skipped a few more beats.
That pair of heels. As if the tease is not enough, the danger turned me on even more.
That knowledge that inside that pair of heels lies a tool that could cause me my life got me even more aroused.
It made me want her more. The part of me that has always reacted differently to danger went into a frenzy.
I walked right up to Yiling and turned herself towards me.
MY left hand slid around her waist and I pulled her towards me in a forceful jerk.
Yiling : ernngh…!
Our lips met and her hands went around my neck while mine felt up her waist, sliding down to her bottom.
She’s wearing something. I could feel it.
There’s something else for me to remove beneath the gown.
Yiling : ernghhhhhhh!!!….
Yiling whispered softly by my ears, asking me to fuck her.
Yiling : are you going to unwrap me soon ? ……. Unwrap me and fuck me….please…. ?
My lips pushed against her lips , guiding her backwards towards the bed. The back of her knees felt soft sheets of the bed and she moaned again, knowing there’s no more space for her to back off.
She sat down and her legs spread, giving me room to stand closer to her.
Her hands instinctively to my towel and a simple tug was all it took to make it drop to the floor.
There was on hesitation on her part. She lifted my throbbing cock with her left palm facing up, her postured lowered and it was in.
Jeff :e errhh !! aroorrr….
The suction came on like that of an angry vacuum cleaner. I held onto a tuff of wet hair as I pushed myself deeper into Yiling’s mouth. Her lips came closer to my pelvic region. I pushed in more and I could feel her hesitation as she tried to open her mouth a bit wider.
The clamp of her lips signalled the start of my journey into heaven.
Yiling sucked onto the dickhead of my cock and while holding that position, she moved her head.
Jeff :erghhh.. arooooo..r.r…..
I looked at her, her eyes were looking right at me.
That position, the view, the feeling on my manhood. The wetness, the warmth, the constant tugging.
It was hard not to moan under those circumstances.
I held onto her head and the sucking got faster. I could not resist the urge and I started pushing my cock deeper into her. Eventually it evolved to her just holding her mouth steady while I fuck her in her mouth.
Jeff :erghhh.. arghhh…
Yiling : slupppz.. slurprpzz… alrupzzz… arouuo…. Sozlurwzzz…
It was a wet and messy affair as I spread a mixture of her saliva and my rpecum all over the lips, her chin and bits of it splashing onto her exposed cleavage.
My cock has not gotten so hard in a long time.
Yiling kept her heels on as she got onto the bed.
Her mouth opened again without me asking her to. That’s how bad she wanted it in her mouth.
She pushed me down and I groaned as she gave me a blowjob while kneeling on my left.
Jeff :arghhh.. arghhh.. oh god… erhghhh!!
After a couple minutes of sucking, Yiling straddled me, showing me her back.
My dry tummy suddenly felt a dab of moisture. Not only is there moisture and wetness, there’s a weird feeling as well, it’s like there’s a row of beads on my stomach slowly rolling and massaging my abs.
At the very spot Yiling that is sitting on, my abs got massaged as she moved her bottom.
She slid backwards on my body, dragging and sliding her bottom closer and closer to my face.
The wetness spread.
Her cunt juices spread on a vertical axis like the trail of a snail. The closer she got to my mouth, the wetter it was. By the time Yiling had us adopt a 69 position, I could finally see what she was wearing underneath her satin gown.
It was a matching pastel pink panty that came as a set with her bra. Accompanying the lace trimmings was a string of pearls.
I felt the air being sucked away from my lungs as I looked at the string of 8 pearls wet and glistening and lined up in the centre of Yiling’s vagina.
The crotchless panty exposed her love hole totally and the row of peals was all that stood between me and her love hole.
She paused her bottom, unsure if she could take it further. Not all men are into this but thankfully for me and me, I am.
I fucking love it when I see a vagina that needs a good dose of licking. Not to mention it’s one lined with pearls.
I held onto her bottom and guided her closer. She stopped sucking my cock, I could feel her quivering as she lowered her bottom towards me. Exposing your most private region to the mouth of a man you hardly knew is hardly something you do easily.
My tongue came out and I licked the row of pearls instead of Yiling’s vagina.
My tongue pushed the row of pearls upwards, teasing the fleshly folds of her wet privates.
Yiling’s moans came out with short breathless gasped of air.
Yiling : ernnghh… erghhh!!! Ernghh!!!
My tongue touched, licked and rolled each of those pearl against the entrance of her pussy.
Another torrent of her natural juices came, drenching the already wet pearls. I could see the collection of juices building up to the point that it’s going to drip.
I touched it with the tip of my tongue and I slurped it into my throat.
Jeff : slurrppzzz…..e rghh.. you taste so good….slirrpzz…..slurppzz…
Yiling : erngnhh… erghhh!!
I could see the pearls vary in sizes, each about half the size of your usual marble. These are not cheap china knockoffs.
This is the real deal right there.
My tongue gave way to my lips. My lips came to a pout as I kissed Yiling’s pearl panty, pushing the string of pearls into the folds of her vagina.
Yiling : ernghhhh… ernghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
Jeff : luprrz.z… slrupzzz… zhoottttttzzz… szhhhhhhooooottzzz…. Slruppzz..!!!
This is something new to me. I’ve never got the chance to lick something like this before. Yes, I’ve painted some of my former girl friends before and they loved it.
Beside the fleshly soft folds of her vagina lips, Yiling’s choice of panty gave my tongue something additional to play with.
The spinning, the pushing, it’s like I’m trying to play a new musical instrument with my tongue. I pushed my mouth towards Yiling’s love hole, trapping the pearls literally between both our lips.
My lips brought about countless waves of pleasure to her quivering pussy lips.
I pushed the pearls into the pussy, soaking it with her cunt juice before letting it come back out so I can suck on them.
Jeff :zhhhhooooottttttZZZ slurpppzzz…
Yiling : erhgnnnn !!!
As soon as I sucked the pearls dry and I could not longer taste the amazing juices from YIling’s privates, my tongue shoved it back into her vagina, causing her to send a spasm like shiver down her entire body.
Yiling : oh my god… erghhnnnn.. ernghhhhh !!!
Her clitoris is enlarged and peeking out from the smooth baby like folds of her skin. My mouth sucked onto the pearls and instead of using my tongue to tease her clitoris, I shook my head, rubbing the spherical pearls against the sensitive region.
Yiling’s moans immediately filled the whole room.
Her sucking of my cock stopped.
I could still feel her hot breathes on my dick.
She’s moaning, she tried to suck my cock but she was unable to work up a tempo.
Caught between receiving and giving pleasure, she succumbed to the sensation her vagina is feeling and decides to be on the receiving end.
Yiling : ernggg… ernghhh.. ernghhh … enghghghgh.. harrrrerghhh !!!
I grabbed onto her buttcheeks smouldering my face into the depths of her privates as I tongue whipped the pearls onto her wet clit.
My face never once stopped getting splashed with tiny squirts of her lubrication. Her natural secretions kept moistening my face. When I finally suck onto her engorged clitoris with my mouth taking with me the pearls at the same time, I felt as if a dam broke.
Yiling : eRGNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! aRGHH!!!erNGHH!!!!
Her legs quivered and she screamed, the hot breathes I was feeling on my cock increased in intensity.
If I was looking at her face on, Yiling would probably looked like she was trying to sing with my cock as a microphone.
She moaned with her face down, her mouth apart barely a few centimeters above my throbbing cock.
Yiling : egnhhhh.. ernghhh.. ernghhh !!!!
A gush of liquid wet my lips and chin. It came fast, and it stopped almost immediately.
Yiling’s moans turned to a smattering of pleas as she shook her head and asked me to stop.
Yiling : ernghh… erngh… no… no…. ernghh…. Stop.. .ernghhhhhhhhhh… noooooooo!!
I could feel her hands gripping my calves, trying to pull her bottom away from my mouth but she was too afraid to move as a large lump of her sensitive nerves were still sucked in my mouth.
Yiling : ernghh…. Please… no… no… NOOOOOOOOOO!!!! eRNGHHHHHHH!!!
My cheeks sunk in as I emptied my mouth of air, filling it with the fleshy bits and folds of her vagina and clitoris and Yiling’s screams turned to curses.
Yiling :eGNHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! NO!!! eRNGHH!!! FUCK!!!! eRNGHH!!!
She was shaking and going into a trance as she collapsed onto my leg with both her hands tapping the side of my thigh .
Yiling : ERNGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! ARHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
I stopped, letting her abused clitoris pop out of my mouth as she moaned and panted for air.
I flipped her lifeless body off my legs and spread her legs.
I flipped away the matter hair on her forehead.
Yiling looked at me with eyes glazed over with tears brought about by her explosive orgasm.
She wanted to say something, but all that came out was a whimper when I touched my cock against the same set of pearls.
She shook her head, as if trying to tell me no but her eyes.
Her eyes told me she wanted more.
That eternal struggle of wanted that pain that you know will turn out to be pleasure eventually.
Yiling : ernghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
My cock pushed against the pearls, rubbing her sensitive love spot.
Her head shook again.
I grabbed onto her wrist, pinning them by the side of her head. My knees pushed her legs apart.
She’s still dressed. I like it that she’s still dressed.
I could push my cock in anytime but I took my time to get ready.
I could not resist touching YIing’s breast and feeling Yvonne’s bra. This is probably the closet I could get to having the best of both worlds.
I pressed my nose to smell YIling’s breast and her sister’s bra at the same time.
All breast have their own distinct smell. The scent that greeted my senses is intoxicating .
I touched her bra cups, feeling the lace in my hands, my fingers traced the rise of the bra straps , heading north up her shoulder. I played with that elastic band, tugging the strap upwards, taking in the visual treat of seeing her breast move at the same time.
Yiling : eNGHHH!!! Gasp ! …
I yanked the bra strap a little hard, taking her by surprise.
I’m sure Yiling know I’m the kind of guy that wants to be in control, but I’m sure as hell she underestimate the level of control I was seeking for my sexual gratification.
I pulled the bra strap higher and tighter.
What happens when you pull the bra strap of your girl upwards ? It lifts up her breast of course. You pull it too hard, you yank the bra cup off her breast.
You pull it at the right strength, it starts lifting her breast.
I pulled it, letting the elasticity of the strap do most of the work.
My fingers teased her breast like I’m teasing a fish with my fishing line.
Her left breast that was exposed moved, her breathing intensified.
My cock brushed against the row of pearls.
Yiling’s body was shaking.
I pushed the pearls, willing it to move like the pendulum of a clock, with each wave, it would rub against her pussy.
Sure, she’s probably had her pussy fucked and fingered before but i’m quite sure not in this manner.
I pulled the bra strap and I turned Yiling’s face to face it.
She moaned as I increased the pull of the strap slowly but surely, stretching it taut without dislodging the bra cup covering her full breast.
Yiling : ernghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
I brought the bra strap to her mouth and she looked at me for a brief moment before she got the message.
I want her to bite it.
Yes. I want to see the profile of her face, her pronounced nose, her distinct oriental features as I fuck her.
Not contented with just that, I wanted the energy generated by my thrusting to serve another purpose. I wanted each thrust, each jerk to translate to a pull of that bra strap , which in return will jiggle the round breast it was holding.
I pushed my cock towards the entrance of her labia, the wet pearls toyed with my pee hole of a couple of seconds before being pushed aside.
My cock finally ready the soft fleshy entrance. The vagina greeted me eagerly, all it took was a slight push and I could feel the love hole opening up.
It engulfed the girth of my cock as Yiling moaned like an animal with her teeth bared.
Her teeth is bared alright, and I could see her biting down on her bra strap.
I pushed my cock further and further inside her vagina and Yiling was fighting of the shivering spasm that came with her muscles trying to adjust to the foreign body part in her.
A part her body willingly engulfed.
Yiling : eRNGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!eeeeeeeeeekkkk!!!ern ghh!!!
I buried myself all the way, bringing my face down to kiss YIling’s cheeks.
She was panting and moaning softly with each movement.
Jeff : don’t let go of the strap……
Yiling : ernghhhh ….
She nodded her head, a display of obedience that brought about another wave of arousal.
I started to work up a rhythm, fucking my cock all the way in before pulling it out, I like to pull it out really far, to the point that the girth of my dickhead is almost coming out before pushing it back in.
The difference in girth between my dickhead and my shaft is going to fuck with the muscles of Yiling’s vagina the same time I am fucking her.
Yiling ; rnghhh !! ernghh !!.. ernghhh!
As her body moved, Yiling’s teeth held onto the bra strap as she moaned. She held on, she really did, and I could see her saliva wetting the strap.
The erratic breathing, the gasp of air, the smacking of my cock into her vagina. The sound, the scent in the air, the smell , the sweat forming around the brows of my head, everything came together like a well composed symphony.
The air I pushed into her vagina came out as wet pussy fart, the moans Yiling tried to suppress is music to my ears. I could even smell her saliva that is now wetting her shoulder after drenching the bra strap.
I made a mental note to lick and suck onto the same bra strap after I was done fucking her.
Yiling : erngh… ernghhh.. ernghh !!!! ..eernghhhhh!!!
I paused, lifted one of Yiling’s legs and licked the sweat that had accumulated at the back of her knees.
Jeff : sluprrzz… zhoooooootxxzxz… arhhhhh…
Yiling : erngngg… ernghhh!!
I closed my eyes and I groaned, taking a pause in my thrusting. I could feel a bit of abrasion on the side of my cock caused by the chain of pearls.
I pulled my cock out and if I did not know better, a bystander would have thought I came inside Yiling already.
Plenty of her natural lube churned up into a thick glob exited her vagina with my cock.
I pulled down her panty, the soaked garment wetting my hands. My knees pushed Yiling’s already spread legs further apart. She turned to face me, her mouth letting go of the saliva soaked bra strap.
She reached for me with her mouth, there was a needy look in her eyes. She wants to be kissed.
Yiling :mmmmmhhh…. Hmmmm…
Her hands went around my back pulling me towards her. My erected cock easily found the entrance to her love hole and I allowed myself back into her.
The kissing went on for a minute or so after which we just exchanged looks and said nothing else. Nothing needs to be said.
I grind my body against her, nudging my cock inside her vagina and each nudge was met with a slight parting of her lips.
I wanted to feel the explosive feeling of my 1st orgasm soon.
I turned Yiling over on her stomach and she knew what I wanted. She got on her knees, offering up her behind. I kiss and smell the small of her back as my hands cupped her breast from behind. I kneaded and squeezed her love pillows as I felt my way down towards the sash she tired around the gown.
I released it and pulled it all out, netting myself a perfect length of ribbon to use as a bondage tool.
I could have tied her hands, but I didn’t want to. Instead, I went for her mouth. I slid the soft sash in front of her lips and YIling read me perfectly. Her lips parted and I pulled back.
Yiling : ernghh…
I twisted and coiled the remaining sash around my left hand and a gentle tug was all it took for me to control Yiling’s head. There was no need for me to nudge her legs apart anymore. The moment she took that sash in her mouth and allowed me to do that to her, she has relinquished all control.
Her knees parted slowly, as I lifted up the bottom of the night gown. She is a bit further away from me, I could have moved in to fuck her but no.
I wanted her to come to me.
Position my cock at the entrance, I tugged and jerk the sash I held like I was controlling a horse, Yiling moaned as she started to back herself into me.
Yiling : ernghhh… ernghhhh… egnhh!!!
Each time she backed up, my cock pushes a little into the vagina.
I tugged again, she backed some more.
It’s been a while since I felt so horny.
Yiling stopped moving, panting and moaning as her tight pussy adjust to my cock in that position. I could feel the muscles clamping down the thick part of my dickhead as she moaned.
I tugged her once more and there was a helpless whimper.
Yiling : ernghhh!!
When my cock is fully engulfed, I reached for the clasped of her bra and released her breast from that undergarment.
Bringing it up to my nose, I plastered it to my face as I started to fuck myself into her from behind.
The smacking filled the room and was immediately accompanied by Yiling’s moans.
Yiling :ernghhh !!! ernghh ergnhhh… ernghhh..e nghhh..er gnhh… ernghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ernghh!!!!
Jeff :arghhhh!!! Ooorgghhhhh !!!
I sucked in the scent of Yiling’s breast from the bra cups as if I was deprived of oxygen as I fucked her. This sick act alone released enough endorphins into my brain to tease my pleasure nodes, second only to that of an orgasm.
Yiling :ernghhh.. ernghh..e rnghhh!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m…. erngn… I’m ….. oh my god… oh my god… ermmggnnnn..er gnnn….. I’m…. ernghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
Yiling’s pussy contracted again as she screamed, her fingers digging into the bedsheets, yanking them out from under the pillow. I kept up my fucking as she screamed into a pillow that has fell infront of her.
I released the sash I was holding onto and held onto her bottom. She was trying to move away from me, I cannot allow that. She may be feeling sensitive after an orgasm but I haven had mine.
Jeff : efrghhhhh!!! Arghhhh!!!! ergHHHHH!!!
I’m almost there. I could feel the peak like the roller coaster cart reaching the summit.
One last deep breath followed as I exploded raw into Yiling.
Jeff : arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
My cock jerked and deposited at least a week worth of cum into her love hole. I pushed and grunted, moaning and groaning as I watch Yiling turn to look at me with her dishevelled hair.
I kept my cock inside her , and it was only after another long 2 second shiver that I finally pulled my cock out.
Yiling collapsed onto the side with her back facing me.
My left arm went around her waist and clawed her towards my body.
Yiling : ernghhhhhhhhhhh!!…
She reared her head to look at me and we kissed.
Yiling : oh my god…that was amazing…
Jeff : You…… are amazing…
We kissed again, panting into each other’s face.
I don’t know what time it was by then but we were both exhausted.
We collapsed and fell asleep.
I woke up with a jumped when I felt the bed move beside me.
My eyes struggled to adjust to the light that is coming in through the window.
Yiling hesitated for a second before straddling me.
Yiling : What are the chances of us meeting again after this is over … ?
I looked at her and shook my head.
Jeff : unlikely….
Yiling : I think so too….
My cock started to get hard again.
YIling bent down and I moaned as I felt the press of her erected nipples and warm breast on my face.
She pulled her tits away from my reluctant tongue.
Yiling : One more for the road ?
I nodded as Yiling checked the clock on the dresser table. It’s coming to 8am.
She laughed as I pulled her towards me.
Jeff : I think we have enough time for 2….
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