Tale of Two Cities

Episode 1

Sydney’s face glowed with delight as her phone lighted up with a slight tremble. It was something she had been looking forward to since class ended hours ago.

“4th floor last cubicle, now.” the text read.

“Always the gentleman” Sydney thought as she rolled her eyes sarcastically at the message. Well, hunger unfed is hunger left lingering and Sydney begin to plot her way into the men’s toilet, on the men’s floor of her dormitory without attracting any attention to herself from the residents. Yet before she could get there, another obstacle awaits right next to her.

Her roommate Chelsea.

Sitting at her desk barely 5 metres away, staring intently at her laptop like any other day. Hard at work as always, researching on the next haunt to visit, the next good food place that not many have yet discovered. Some days Sydney pitied the choice she had made, but each woman to her own right?

Sydney reached for her bra and begin to remove her dri-fit t-shirt as discreetly as she could.

“Going somewhere at this time of the night?” Chelsea enquired.

“Hehe, feel like getting some fresh air, maybe a short walk around campus?” Sydney replied timidly. “Class today was stressful man!”

“Well, at least you’re being decent and wearing a bra I guess. Don’t get raped k!”

Sydney heaved a sigh of relief as Chelsea went back to her tasks. Both of them knew that Sydney was clearly lying, but it seems like Chelsea was prepared to let her get away with it so long as Sydney updated Chelsea at some point. Chelsea probably suspected that Sydney was seeing someone she wanted to keep secret at this point. Well, she wasn’t exactly close.

To provide some context on the two roommates, Chelsea was the diva, the star of every class she had ever been in. She was gifted with a lean, tall and graceful body, with ample assets and the face of an angel. Over the years she has had many suitors but she has turned everyone single one of them down. To put it simply, she was every guy’s wet dream.

Sydney on the other hand was a much simpler girl. Not ugly by any means, but often placed side by side with her much more well-endowed roommate. Sydney was petite, barely past the 1.5 metre mark, which many men instantly categorizes as “cute”. Unlike Chelsea, Sydney utilizes her innocent and cute image, and has had much more dating experience than Chelsea. Experimenting with pleasures of the flesh was one of her favorite pastimes since she was in Secondary School, although Sydney’s appearance certainly suggest otherwise.

The roommates were both studying in a local university, and decided to become roommates after hitting it off in an orientation camp organised by the school.

Dressed in her bright yellow dri-fit t-shirt and black FBTs, Sydney begin to realize how hard it would be avoid attention if she was looking as bright as a bee as she stepped out of the room she shared with Chelsea. Well, that ship has kind of sailed, and it would just seem doubly weird for Sydney to turn back and change now. Arousing Chelsea’s attention was definitely not on Sydney’s agenda.

“One step at a time I guess” Sydney thought as she tried her best to walk as naturally as she could towards the stairs. She stayed on the 5th floor, a ladies’ floor, which was fortunate as it was just one floor away from her destination. It certainly helped that toilets were always located close to the staircases, although Sydney had never wondered why it was designed that way.

As Sydney approached the landing step, she saw a group of guys heading her way. Too late to turn back up, she was forced into an awkward conversation which lacked any substance. The only takeaway was disappointment as Sydney realised the guys were not heading her way, they were simply heading towards the same destination as herself. Her plans ruined, Sydney could only pretend to continue heading down the staircase after the awkward conversation.

Sydney’s phone buzzed with annoyance as she scrolled through the telegram texts. Patiently waiting in the female toilet another floor down, a painful 10 minutes passed before she heard the commotion from the same group of guys leaving the toilet.

Relieved, Sydney quickly stepped back upstairs with purpose, to a clear coast and darted right into the restroom. With basins and mirrors on her left and cubicles on her right, Sydney hurried to the last cubicle and knocked. The door opened inward in a hurry and a powerful hand grabbed her quickly inside before the lock was turned.

“You’ve kept me waiting”

“I came as soon as I could!”

“Well, not soon enough bitch”

“Well, how about I make it up to you?” Sydney whispered seductively and she pushed the man before her onto the covered bowl and got comfortable, resting her knees on the damp tiles.

Sliding the man’s shorts and briefs down, Sydney felt hands on both sides of her head as she revealed an unkempt bush that obviously was never groomed. Nudging her on, Sydney fumbled in the bush before finding her target. It reeked of urea and sweat but quickly rose to attention at her touch. It was nothing massive, but certainly a grower given how she had to search for it initially.

Soon, it was a thick and veiny member quivering with anticipation. Not the biggest Sydney has ever seen, but she wasn’t exactly looking for those given her petite size. Sydney lowered herself, maintaining eye contact every second of the way until she reached the bottom of the shaft. Extending her tongue without breaking the eye contact, Sydney was slow and relentless as she teased the man before her, slowly licking up along his shaft and feeling his every quiver, armed with the knowledge that he probably wished that she would just hurry. When she finally reached the top of the mushroom head, she engulfed him in one fell swoop and swirled her tongue rapidly around the centerpiece.

Sydney’s hands were not left ideal as she kept one tingling the scrotum of the man she was hoping to please. Impatient and mad with desire, the man Sydney was pleasing roughly pushed her down and Sydney found herself way deeper than she would liked ahead of schedule. Choking at the sudden intrusion, she gagged involuntarily and stared daggers at her adversary.

Shocked at her sudden outburst, the man apologized furiously and tried to explain how he lost control at her skillful skills. Not one bit placated, Sydney simply went back to her job. She hated to leave things undone and sought to finish this episode quickly. As Sydney felt the usual tensing that is commonly associated with the male orgasm, she heard how the man was telling her it was enough, and how he didn’t want to cum yet given that he hasn’t been in her yet.

Unsympathetic, Sydney finished what she set out to do, not slowing down one bit, leaving the man spent after he blew a load in just 3 minutes.

“Maybe you’ll get to fuck me next time if you learn how to respect women, asshole” Sydney spitted. Turning to leave, she felt strong hands grab her from behind across her waist and chest.

“Fuck you Sydney, you don’t get to go unless I let you. And trust me, you’re not leaving here unscathed bitch” the man replied as he tugged and pulled Sydney until she was sitting atop him.

“You have satisfied me quite well tonight so I am going to give you a choice. Either you leave me a physical souvenir or a digital one. Your choice.” The man elaborated as he continued groping Sydney, kneading her modest breasts from behind. Sensing Sydney’s puzzlement, he continued “Basically, a photo of you naked, or your underwear. Your choice”.

The thought of having nudes of herself being leaked onto the internet was all the persuasion Sydney needed. “Fine, you can have my underwear you sick bastard. Go jerk off on it all you want” Sydney replied snidely, getting up to strip. However, before Sydney could even fully take off her top to remove her bra, Sydney felt hands sneaking into her FBTs, rushing straight towards her clitoris, encircling and teasing it.

“I’m glad we reached a consensus Sydney, but it isn’t your underwear without you all over it.” the man whispered as he extended two of his fingers into Sydney and begin to finger fuck her. Overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure, Sydney felt herself giving in to the pleasure, craning her neck for easier access.

Seizing the opening, the man begun to kiss, lick and suck on Sydney’s sensitive neck and nape while continuing the action down below. His other hand was not left idle as it attempted to unclasp Sydney’s bra. The attempt was clumsy and he fumbled many times, until Sydney grew impatient and took it off for him. Fully naked on top, Sydney was trying to suppress her moans although she knew that no one had walked into the toilet yet given how silent the whole place was.

Her attempts were easily proved futile when she felt pleasant sensations from multiple locations she was being touched in. Chasing her own peak, Sydney cradled her lover as she rubbed her own clitoris with her own hand, even though less than a few centimeters away, another hand was working tirelessly in and out of her.

Finally, as Sydney approached her crest, she covered her mouth and peaked it out, moaning uncontrollably into her own hand.

Needless to say, her panties were now fully doused and Sydney got up to strip fully, presenting the desired price to the deserving lover. Pinching Sydney’s nipple lightly before accepting the wet and sticky gift, the two quickly got dressed in the cubicle, with Sydney in the outfit that she came in, less the underwear. Apparently, she was not allowed to keep her bra either, although Sydney had no idea how the man was going to sneak it out of the toilet.

Heading out to check the coast first, Sydney waited anxiously before her lover came in to lead out her. As they hurried past the basins and mirrors, Sydney was puzzled when the man in front of her suddenly stopped and started washing his hands. Not willing to make any sound, Sydney waited impatiently, annoyed when she felt her breasts being groped, out here in the open. Unwilling to scream, she stared hard at the man before her and realized he was mouthing “your punishment for not fucking me”. Not comprehending what he meant, Sydney only realized the two wet clear handprints outline on her chests at exactly where her boobs are when they left the restroom.

Sydney had no idea how she was going to explain the lack of a bra, wet, fresh handprints on her breasts to Chelsea when she got back. Ugh, what a nightmare tonight was, especially since she didn’t even get to ride a dick (although the back part of her brain told her that was her own fault).

Episode 2

Chelsea eyed Sydney suspiciously as she left the room. Well, her lackluster explanation fooled no one, but Chelsea didn’t want to expose Sydney there and then. After all, it doesn’t hurt to give your roomie some privacy if she so desired right? Furthermore, it could simply be someone that Sydney was dating that she wasn’t ready to tell yet. No one wants to jinx these things, especially at the budding stages right?

Going back to her task at hand, Chelsea began to grow frustrated at the limits of the internet. Despite her best efforts, it seemed as if there was nothing interesting left to do in Singapore. Most were either already covered by other influencers, or were invite-only events that her current popularity was insufficient to secure her an invite to.

Unlike many, Chelsea had always knew that being an influencer was no easy job, but even she was forced to admit it turned out harder than she thought. It all started out as an opportunity to supplement the limited income her family had. Many a times she wrecked her brains on how she could help ease the financial pressures her family was facing. Chelsea had taken part-time jobs as waitresses, as salegirls, as ice cream scoopers. Nothing wrong with those jobs, but they were both labour and time intensive. Now that she was going to enter college, Chelsea was no longer sure she could sustain working those jobs part-time. While it was true Chelsea had always had it easier than most with her looks, those jobs nevertheless had reporting times, minimum hours, jealous bosses and creepy customers. Not the most fun she had had, but she stuck with them.

Thus, it seemed like a god-send when she first discovered the world of influencers. Chelsea knew she was attractive. She knew guys lusted after her and if that’s all it took to become an influencer, Chelsea was confident she could do it as well as anybody. Or at least, that’s what she thought.

Researching deeper into the business model of how influencers work, she discovered that the work was not going to be easy as she thought. Constant updates was a must, so that your followers never lose interest in you. One has to consistently create content, be it travel, food, beauty, sports. Being an influencer basically means that you had to live a full life and be sharing every other moment of it with the world. Nevertheless, she was confident that she could do it, and when she finally did, it worked out better than she thought.

In a matter of months, her followers grew from her own circle of friends to thousands of people she had never met. Chelsea noticed sharply that revealing a little more skin was often effective in garnering eyeballs, which really, is the core of the business. It didn’t even have to be bikini shots, although those certainly helped. Simply be the smallest peek of her cleavage through a casual V-neck and a nice camera angle or the usual sports bra and tights and she would get significantly more likes and followers within minutes. Bless the internet!

While the initial gush was rapid, Chelsea quickly found the number of followers stagnating. Popular influencers in Singapore can easily hit 50k, 100k followers, but Chelsea was struggling to hit 10. Frustrated, Chelsea had attempted to be more sexy, throwing in more swimsuit and suggestive posts on both her stories and mainpage, but all she got back in return was more disgusting comments and unwanted DMs in her inbox.

Chelsea remembered the horror of opening the first dick pic she ever received and complained endlessly about it to Sydney. Except those never really seemed to stop completely.

Thus, despite her best efforts, Chelsea was not getting the return she so desired from this career choice. She needed the views, the followers, the numbers before she could begin to take on endorsements, received sponsorships or be the face or a shop or even just a line of products. It was just not happening, and she was beginning to get desperate.

Ironically, the very platform that Chelsea was trying so hard to garner followers on was the very same that seemed to offer her a solution. As she was scrolling through her own feed, Chelsea came across a budding photographer. One of her hallmates who lives just a few floors below.

Someone who she can trust.

Sure Vince may be a guy, but so were many other photographers. Perhaps what she really needed was more than just nice selfies, but carefully curated pictures to showcase her beauty. Best part of it? They could both work for free for each other to gain more exposure. Win-win situation right?

With her mood drastically improved at the epiphany, Chelsea headed to bed after leaving the aspiring Vince a DM. It occurred to her that Sydney was not back yet, although Sydney’s really a big girl already and there’s no need to wait up for her. Plus, Chelsea know for a fact that beauty sleep is mandatory if she wanted to maintain both her career and her grades.

Adios!

Episode 3

Sydney opened the door of the room as quietly as she could. She had fervently wished that she needn’t have to explain her current situation to Chelsea. The previous excuse was unconvincing enough, and Sydney had none better to explain how she came back without her underwear with two obscene palm prints on her chest in the middle of the night.

Thankfully, all was dark and Chelsea had already turned in for the night. Sydney heaved a sigh of relief, although she still felt somewhat unsatisfied. Sure, she had gotten to come, but that wasn’t what she was looking for when she put in so much effort in sneaking to the rendezvous.

While Sydney may not be as pretty as Chelsea, she does have her own charms. Living in a student dormitory also meant that she stays on campus most of the time, and had many opportunities to interact with members of the opposite sex in school. Frankly speaking, most of them are just as, if not even more horny than she is. After all, everyone else is so attractive right? Furthermore, since most of them are her hallmates due to the various camps she had been in, Sydney did her due diligence in flirting and leaving many opportunities open in those interactions. And it is precisely in these times that she should cash out on her investments.

A few flirty text messages were all it took and Sydney was all set. Well, it was wishful thinking to expect any further action tonight, but at least she had something to look forward to the next day…

The next day…

Sydney barely absorbed anything in her morning lecture. She was preoccupied with anticipation of what is to come. Chelsea on the other hand, was 100% focused. Chelsea knew that it required every ounce of her attention in pass to be able to pass her modules, given how she had barely made the cutoff in order to enter this university. She simply attributed Sydney’s lack of attentiveness to the lack of sleep and thought nothing of it. After all, she wasn’t back by the time Chelsea turned in.

As noon struck and the girls packed up, Sydney gave another half-hearted excuse to skip lunch, which struck Chelsea as unusual given how they had always had lunch together on weekdays when they had common lectures adjacent to lunch time.

Rushing back into an almost empty hall, Sydney discarded the cautiousness she had the night before and headed straight for her destination. She has requested that her counterpart ensured that his roommate will be absent for the duration of their session, to which he had readily agreed to. This was after all, a guy Sydney had slept with before and felt comfortable going back to.

A quick embrace after Sydney stepped in through, the two wasted no time in getting on with the action. They had exchanged no words as Sydney felt hands all over her, caressing, pinching, groping seemingly all at once as they made their way to his bed on the right. Sydney even wore matching, laced underwear to look her best for the occasion.

Sydney’s spaghetti top was quickly tugged above and over her head and her shorts unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled to her ankles. Stepping out of her shorts, Sydney was left in her underwear as she went in with a kiss, returning the favor until her lover was stark naked with an excited tool. Pushing him lightly away when she was done, Sydney stepped back in her black matching underwear and undressed the very last portions herself, making sure he was looking at her while she did it every second of the way.

Taking her time, Sydney executed a little striptease with the only two remaining pieces on her. Twisting and turning, Sydney removed them sequentially, dropping them off strategically on his nose as they came free. As her lover whiffed on the smell of her, Sydney capped him before finally climbing onto him, finally getting to fulfill her craving.

Lowering herself onto him, Sydney felt herself stretched to accommodate the entry. She has truly missed the feeling of a hot rod sliding into her. Sydney embraced her lover’s head in her bosom and she rode hard and fast, moaning loudly in the process. Sydney has always been loud, which is why she preferred the privacy to unleash her wanton desires. In comparison, most men she’d been with are relatively quiet during lovemaking. They do not moan, they do not talk dirty. The most seem to just grunt as they thrust repeatedly into her, making Sydney doubt her own skills in bed and worse, feel shy about her own moaning. It felt like she was the slut who couldn’t control herself, although she was well aware that moaning was perfectly normal. Whenever Sydney managed to meet those who do more than just grunt though, she would almost definitely enjoy the session, often craving for more later.

Which is exactly why she’s back.

As Sydney continued riding hard and fast, each time she lowered herself was met with a equally violent upward thrust, reaching into the depths of her. Sydney moaned in ecstasy, occasionally squeezing to elicit a similar response. Soon, she began to tire and slow, only to find her wrists grabbed and held behind her back by one hand. Restricted in movement, Sydney could only continue riding as the other hand took turns to caress and spank each of her butt cheeks harshly. Sydney arched her back subconsciously as pleasure coursed through her veins, thrusting her modest B cup breasts at the eye level of her lover.

Warmth and moisture soon enveloped her nipple as Sydney felt it being licked and flicked in his mouth. He had also stopped spanking her, instead caressing and grabbing each of her butt cheeks roughly, before making his way in between them. The next thing Sydney felt was both immense pain and pleasure as her nipple was bitten and her other opening penetrated with the first joint of a finger. Sydney came hard, buckling and instantly losing any strength in her legs, collapsing onto the chest of her current lover.

Sydney barely felt the withdrawal of the engorged member and her lover disentangled himself from her. Now lying face down in his pillow and panting on his mattress, Sydney felt her hips being lifted before she was once again being filled. Except this time, something felt different. The rod seemed warmer and slicker, and Sydney could feel the throbbing better as she was being plunged repeatedly into.

“Where should I come in? Your pussy or your mouth?” Her lover enquired without pausing a single bit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” was all that flashed in Sydney’s head as she came to the realization of what had happened.

“Fuck, mouth, mouth! Please don’t come in me.” Sydney pleaded.

“Better hurry and get there then” came the reply as Sydney scrambled to raise herself up and turn around. However, before she could even get close, her lover slid comfortably back onto his back on the bed, comfortably cushioning his head with the pillow that Sydney was just panting into less than a few seconds ago. Recognizing what this meant, Sydney crawled towards the end of the bed that faced the door and lifted her legs wide over the shoulders of the body beneath her. Her mouth encapsulated the now naked and sensitive head just as she felt a moist tongue slither onto her clitoris.

Fully in position, Sydney worked hard, popping up and down as she put her skills to work. At the same time, she felt the pleasure that emanated between her legs as her pussy and clitoris was licked and probed. Occasionally, Sydney even felt her now hanging melons groped and teased as she sped up, knowing that it was close.

Before she could finish her objective though, Sydney raised her head and looked up as she heard the door in front of her twist open. Sydney’s pupils dilated as she froze in place and stared in horror, making eye contact with her lover’s roommate, a hallmate that she was working with on some hall project as the roommate opened the door. As if the timing couldn’t be better, the loaded gun centimeters below her face fired, its contents gushing up at her face. Sydney cringed instinctively, shutting her eyes quickly and felt spunk land on both her face and in her hair.

All Sydney heard was the slam of the door and muttered apologies as she tried to regain vision, wiping her face hastily.

Horrified at what had just transpired, Sydney so wished to storm out of the room right there and then, but she knew she couldn’t. For one, Sydney was still stark naked and two, her face filled with cum with some spillovers on her hair. Her lover offered her tissues apologetically, but the damage was done. Sydney could only swallow her pride and pick up the clothes and lingerie she threw all over the room, hurriedly putting them on while apologies were offered non-stop.

To make matters worse, as she finally stepped out of the room, the very same guy who had just saw her nude, tits hanging out front sucking on a dick and getting creamied by the said same dick, was standing outside the room waiting. Sydney couldn’t even describe her embarrassment as her face flushed crimson. Running quickly past him without any further eye contact, Sydney was well aware that there was probably still some cum stuck in her hair somewhere. Sydney felt terribly exposed despite being fully clothed. It didn’t help that she would need to face him later in the evening for the hall project meeting.

“What a terrible end to an otherwise great afternoon” Sydney thought miserably.

Episode 4

Chelsea met up with Vince a few days later for a trial run. Neither of them knew exactly how this was going to work, but they were both willing to give this a try. For Chelsea, it was really a shot in the dark for her influencer career. For Vince, on top of being able to practice his skills, it was such a honor to be working with someone like Chelsea. Everyone he knew had the hots for her (including those attached), and now he is the one who gets to work with her.

Armed with approximately $2,200 worth of DSLR and peripheral equipment, the two set off on a hunt for possible spots around campus. Chelsea hadn’t brought many outfits, just 3 or 4 different sets given that this was a trial run. She also decided conservatively that this should be a fashionable shoot, with her showcasing her latest wardrobe.

The shoot was long and tiring, taking almost the whole day with the two exploring many corners on campus with varying backgrounds such as brick walls, grass patches, cafes, parks and gardens. Given how Vince was unable to afford lighting equipment yet, they had to utilize the natural sunlight, which at times may not be in their favor. Many a times they had to compromise and improvise on angles and poses to cater for sufficient illumination.

Nonetheless, Chelsea was pretty satisfied overall with the shoot, although the weather was Singapore-hot. All of her poses required her to pretend that the heat was not affecting her one bit, and sometimes they had to shoot certain poses again because perspiration was visible on her face. Other times Chelsea freaked out when insects came too close, such as flies or mosquitoes or even innocent ants going about their way. Chelsea was often uncomfortable during the outdoor shoot, but was glad at the progress they had made overall.

Two days later, Chelsea met Vince at his room to go over the photos taken. Vince has trimmed over a thousand out-takes to 6 or 7 sufficiently decent photographs for Chelsea’s purposes. However, one thing about influencers that Chelsea had painfully learned is that one does not simply publish those 6 or 7 photographs at one go. Especially not if you’re still a struggling influencer who simply isn’t attending that many events. Instead, they need to be carefully curated and spaced out, to create the image that you’re so fashionable all the time when really it was all done in one day. No harm no foul right?

A working partnership may have been established, but Chelsea wasn’t fully satisfied yet. After all, no matter how well the trial run had turned out, it was a trial run. Sure, the photos were fashionable and presentable on her profile, but they weren’t going to garner the likes and followers that she is getting so desperate for. Instead, it simply meant that Vince was a suitable photographer for the next steps that she had in mind.

One that involved significantly less clothes.

One that would attract people’s attention. One that would cause her current followers to share her work with their friends. She needed something irresistible and impactful like that.

And let’s be honest, Chelsea isn’t the first one and will never be the last. If that’s what it takes to compete, that’s what a girl gotta do.

Thanking Vince for all of his hard work (and free labour), the two begin to discuss Chelsea’s next idea. For Vince, it felt like he had struck the lottery. Spending the whole day with Chelsea felt like one of the best days of his life, being able to be so close to a goddess like her for a otaku like him. And now, Chelsea was suggesting a sexy photoshoot? Just thinking about it sent blood rushing south.

Fidgeting in his seat before his computer, Vince willed himself to concentrate. A sexy photoshoot sounds amazing, but the logistics involved were somewhat beyond his capabilities as a budding photographer. For example, there’s no way the model (in this case, Chelsea) is expected to strut around almost naked in public areas like the previous photoshoot right? They would need a private venue, which preferably isn’t any of their rooms. Indoor settings would also require sufficient lighting, which Vince had to admit, the previous shoot had compromised more than he would have preferred. Then there were the outfits, what was considered acceptable to Chelsea? Is she going to go fully nude? Where are the lines?

All of which were discussed in detail between Vince and Chelsea. They had scheduled it to take place on Saturday two weeks after, if possible. But for now, both of them had much research to do on how to make it happen.

Chelsea beamed at the prospect of the photoshoot happening. All she needed to do was to decide on the outfits she was going to wear and Vince should take care of the technical stuff. Chelsea needed to do some lingerie shopping given how she isn’t sponsored by any underwear brands yet, but confident that she would be once the fruit of the photoshoot is borne.

Chelsea also needed to research how to pose sexily, which always sounds easy to the layman, but is incredibly hard when one attempts it. Well, into the world of sexy influencers and if required, pornography for inspiration! Last but not least, given that she would be wearing a little lesser than usual, it was perhaps time for a diet and more scheduled exercise to ensure she’ll look her best. Two weeks isn’t a lot of time after all…

Writer’s Note: I was under the impression that SBF used to have character limits for each post? But it seems like even with the long chapter about to come below, I am able to get everything out in one post. Can anyone care to explain to me why?

Episode 5

Sydney liked to give second chances.

She was of the view that doing so made men better lovers, made them more malleable and susceptible to her whims and manipulations. Which is why sitting opposite her in an upscale seafood restaurant right now was the same guy who Sydney had blown on in the cubicle of the toilet, the same one who didn’t get to fuck her and must be dying to do so for him to be this generous. After all, it’s not secret that lobsters and crabs aren’t cheap in Singapore.

Good expensive food and hints of possible action, Sydney was more than willing to grace the date and it went exactly the way her date thought it might, sincere apologies, great food (which may actually aid the libido) and finally, what he had missed out on the previous time. Except everything was actually what Sydney desired and allowed. After two glasses of white, they had decided to head back to their dormitory for further action. Sydney had low-key suggested her room, knowing that Chelsea was out for a photoshoot this Saturday and they could have the room to themselves.

Sydney was pleasantly surprised when they returned to her room after lunch. Her lover seemed to have learnt his previous lesson well, there were no brute, rough action. He treated her with respect, and was teasingly slow and tender from undressing her to easing himself within her in missionary. Each movement felt calculated and sent tingles up Sydney’s spine as she held the back of her lover as he slid in and out of her. He even capped himself on without Sydney asking before penetration, a big plus point in Sydney’s opinion. Soon, sensual moans rose deep from Sydney, and she had no reservations, knowing that it was a Saturday where most people in the dormitory returned to their own homes. It was slow and tender lovemaking, one that Sydney rarely experience given that most of her sexual history involved men who can’t wait to finish.

Sydney managed a minute orgasm, despite the slow and gentle strokes. It was something she had always fantasized, reaching an orgasm with tender lovemaking, but never experienced. Slumping back into the bed as it passed, Sydney was soon led away from her bed, standing in front of her wardrobe mirror as she was re-entered from behind.

Sydney gasped at the sudden change in pace. No more was there any slow and gentle, it was all strong, hard strokes as Sydney felt her pelvis being grabbed strongly and her chin being lifted to look into the mirror

“I want you to see your own slutty fuckface as I fuck you, Sydney” Her lover cooed.

The phrase seemed to work wonders, as Sydney felt herself getting more into it hearing that statement. It felt like the heat in the room turned way up as the two lovers went at each other in a wave of passion.

“Wanna make a kinky bet?” Sydney heard her lover ask, even as they thronged into each other.

“Whaaa… Ungh.. Wha.. what’s the bet?” Sydney asked between moans, panting hard.

“Let’s see who can last longer without coming, loser have to do a kinky forfeit” the man replied.

Totally in the mood for kinky, Sydney wanted to agree right there and then. After all, the guy blew his load in like 3 minutes in the cubicle right? What’s so hard about this? But it was hard to think properly when Sydney is this horny, her blood all around her nether regions instead of her head. Her last bit of effort went into asking for the details forfeit, which her lover happily shared.

“Let’s take a stroll together around hall tonight, just 1 round. If I lose (come first), then I can only wear my boxers and nothing else. Plus, I will have to have to lick you down below whenever, wherever you want it. But if you lose, you have to be bottomless during the stroll and give me a blowjob completely naked at the end of the stroll. How about that?”

Thinking about how she could tease him and force him to walk in public with a huge boner, Sydney was tempted to agree. Furthermore, she could have a one-time personal pussy licker, which she could easily turn into sex if she wanted. Sydney was sold. The downsides were barely considered, just some embarrassment that she think she could live with since the hall is so deserted anyway.

Readily agreeing, Sydney wanted to switch to a position where she could be in control, either in cowgirl or even just giving a blowjob. However, before she could even make her move, she was tossed unceremoniously back onto the bed. Hands quickly pinned above her head, and nipples protruding into the mattress, Sydney felt her legs being spread apart and her hole being plugged into again. Except this time it really felt like a plug. Her lover kept it in like a stopper and snaked his free hand in between her legs and tugged on her clitoris.

Realizing that it was clitoral play that he managed to coax an orgasm out of her in the cubicle previously, Sydney panicked as more moisture began to spread below. Completely pinned, she tried to struggle, tried to squeeze with her vaginal muscles, anything to reverse her situation.

Completely ineffectively, Sydney felt horror creeping in as pleasure begin to build, slowly but surely approaching an orgasm. Soon, she came while he remained plugged in, pouting at the unfairness of the bet. She had to admit the game was really kinky though, and despite losing, Sydney was enjoying it, rewarding her lover by mounting him and pleasuring him until he spluttered and signalled the end of the session.

The couple took a short nap in Sydney’s single bed, barely enough room for both of them, cuddling in post-sex bliss. Soon, it was time for the walk and Sydney begrudgingly rummaged her wardrobe for a top that was large enough to cover her womanhood. Thankfully, she had found one oversized jerseys that might just make the cut. When Sydney stood up straight, the jersey lingered teasingly just beyond, barely sufficient to cover her up. Any movement would naturally cause ripples through it, showing glimpses of Sydney baring herself this open.

“Wait.” the man in her bed commanded, “No bra or I get to choose the shirt you go out in. All in the spirit of the forfeit. And of course if I get to pick, you know I would go for the tiniest top you have in there”.

Strutting with pointies or with her pussy and unshaven bush out in the open? Sydney shuddered at the possibilities and quickly took the clear choice, stripping her bra off, sore that she had lost the bet. Finally satisfied at her attire, they left the privacy of Sydney and Chelsea’s room, stepping out into the unknown.

Despite knowing that they are unlikely to meet anyone, Sydney was worried and paranoid. She leaned clung onto the man’s chest hard for a sense of security and the two walked like a couple. Sydney felt a hand wrapping around her back, landing on the now fully uncovered right butt cheek of Sydney, periodically caressing and smothering it.

At times, Sydney even felt the shirt being lifted slightly from behind, exposing her butt cheeks, causing her to quickly pet away the annoying hand.

This is completely crazy, Sydney had to admit, yet it was so exhilarating and kinky that Sydney felt herself getting turned on again. It didn’t help that besides caressing her butt, the naughty hand snaked itself to the crack in the middle regularly, going so close to the part of Sydney in heat yet never exactly touching it. Sydney’s nipples stood at attention, pressing hard into the fabric of the only piece of clothing she is wearing.

Thankfully, other than making Sydney incredibly horny and kinky, the two did not meet any unexpected issues as they strolled the perimeter of the dormitory. They did not run into anyone at all, although they made out a few times in some darker corners when they were safe that there wasn’t anyone near. In one of those occasions, Sydney was engaging in a passionate tongue battle with her lover as he hugged her from behind. He groped her breast roughly, before proceeding to flash her tits. Given that there were no one else there, Sydney surprised herself when she realised not only was she not mad at the unapproved exposure, she actually wished that he would fuck her right there and then. Instead, Sydney was left high and dry as they made their way back into her dormitory..

At the staircase, Sydney was asked to go ahead first, feeling eyes on the exposed lower half of her body every single second as she climbed the stairs. She could clearly feel the moisture between her legs with every step. When they reached her floor, Sydney was requested to sit on the steps. Complying, Sydney felt her legs spread apart as foreign fingers zoomed onto their target, pleasuring her immensely given the deprivation she had just experienced.

Totally entranced, Sydney moaned repeatedly as fingers slid in and out of her, occasionally remembering her engorged clitoris. Just as she was about to reach her own peak, the action stopped, and Sydney’s sole coverage was taken away from her, thrown just slightly out of reach, leaving Sydney in her birthday suit.

Remembering the rest of the forfeit, Sydney quickly got to work. On one hand she was worried about them being seen by literally anyone. She was after all, butt naked and blowing a guy in the open in a place where everyone literally knew everyone else. Before she could even begin to consider how awkward getting caught in such a pinch will be, Sydney recalled that she did actually get caught in one of those situations before just not too long ago…

On the other hand, Sydney can’t wait for this to end so she could get fucked properly back in her own room. She was so stimulated by all the fingering and caressing that she just couldn’t wait to get off, and she had absolutely no intention to do it here on the staircase.

Now that Sydney was the one in control, she made sure to exact her own revenge. She begin to give one of the wettest, sloppiest blowjob she had ever given, making sure that the man who had just put her through all that kinky embarrassment and emotional turmoil will be the one thoroughly begging for his own orgasm. Sydney could tell it was working. Amidst the sloppy sounds and the hard tugs, she felt the man slowly but surely losing his self-control. He had wanted so much to mash the back of her own head into his own crotch, but somehow held onto his sanity.

The final straw was when Sydney stopped. Just completely stopped, turned away and started walking. Sydney was well aware of her sheer nudeness, but she had hoped that in turning away before he could sputter all over her, Sydney could provide enough incentive for her lover to follow her back to her room, where a deserving finish can be achieved for such a day.

Sydney was about half right.

She was indeed followed, except that she never managed to reach her room. Lost in lust, Sydney felt herself being grabbed harshly from behind and pushed mercilessly to the side of the corridor. Holding onto the cold metal railings, Sydney felt her waist being pulled from behind, until her hands were stretched straight before she was sunk into again and again, without any protection. Incapable of thought, Sydney moaned hard and loud, totally forgotten about where she was, or how exposed where they currently were.

The truth is, no matter how empty the dormitory is on a Saturday, there will be remnants of people left behind. It could be foreign students who didn’t have another place to go back to on weekends, or students who were too busy with school and hall projects that they had forgoed returning home. Bottom line is, the vulgar percussion from the flesh on flesh combined with Sydney’s incessant moaning begin to attract curious investigators to attend to the source.

There weren’t many who managed to catch the sight, but for the two or three that did, it made all the difference. Out there on the corridor was a petite chinese girl being rammed from behind repeatedly by an average chinese male. Both were fully naked and on the edge of ecstasy, seemingly ignorant of their surroundings. However, as much as they wanted to, they did not have time to pull out their phones and for a picture before it ended, seemingly as quickly as it had begun.

Sydney and her lover were oblivious to the audience they were attracting, lost in their carnal desires. In such an erotic situation, Sydney felt herself dashing towards her peak in record time. Just as she felt herself getting close, warm spurts of hot semen landed deep within her, something that she had so far never allowed to happen. Slightly upset, Sydney put it behind her as the couple regained their senses and hurried back into Sydney’s room. Sydney felt oddly satisfied, although she was clearly disappointed. Occupying most of her thoughts however, was the line of liquid trailing down her legs as she hurried into the privacy of her room. She also recalled that her piece of clothing was still out there somewhere near the staircase, but that can wait.

Now, her focus was to finish what she had started, her fingers creeping towards her sex, her mind immersed into her world in front of her sole audience as he laid back and watched, appreciating the show.

Episode 6

Chelsea tugged on the heavy baggage that she slung over her shoulder as she knocked on the door of the hotel room, alone on a Saturday morning. She has yet to put on her makeup, looking her natural best, her makeup all in the baggage that she was finding impossible to carry.

A smiling Vince answered the door and welcomed Chelsea. Chelsea gave a perfunctory response, the hefty load made it such that she couldn’t wait to put it down, but was caught by surprise when she realised another person’s presence in the room. Seeing Chelsea’s unease, Vince hurried to explain how he had bought new lighting equipment for the shoot and needed another pair of hands to help him with the lighting while he took the pictures. Vince then introduced Jeremy, whom Chelsea was aware of but not familiar as all three of them stay in the same dormitory in school.

Chelsea was perturbed. Here was someone whom she didn’t exactly know, definitely do not trust that is going to see her with barely any clothes on without her permission or prior knowledge. Chelsea felt betrayed that Vince hadn’t bother to inform her of his new arrangement. Furthermore, thanks to all the spin, boxing, HIIT classes that Chelsea had been attending, she was rather confident that if Vince had meant anything untoward, she could easily take him down one on one. Now the tables have turned and Chelsea couldn’t help but feel vulnerable at the situation that was thrusted in her face.

It is exactly situations like this that reminds Chelsea of all the pains in becoming an influencer. It came to mind how Chelsea’s first few suggestive posts on her profile were met with what was considered horrifying comments then. There were spoof accounts who liked and commented unsightly and insulting things like “fap fap fap”, “hot bitch” which Chelsea flinched when she first saw them. She would always remember the first time she saw a dick pic someone sent via instagram’s direct messages. Chelsea was traumatised for days and complained non-stop to Sydney, who couldn’t really relate but still tried her best to console.

Now that Chelsea was physically in the hotel room, she had to make a decision. Either decide to turn back and walk out despite all of the investments that both Vince and her had made (e.g. money and effort spent on the hotel, equipment, outfits) or clench her teeth and endure the potential embarrassment and the uncomfortable situation of showing off most of her body to someone she barely knew. One would have thought it would be a simple decision, given how the end product was literally designed for the masses’ eyes. However, behind the protection of the screen, one often tends to feel invincible, untouchable. Not quite the same when the potential threat is real, living and breathing next to you.

Chelsea struggled, but the battle was lost before the fight begin.

Chelsea knew that if she walked away now, she would have to give up on potentially much more followers and would have to go through the painful process of finding another photographer she could trust again. All Chelsea could do is to hope for the best, steel her will and have faith that the shoot will go smoothly without any hiccups.

Firming up her decision, Chelsea stepped into the bathroom to prepare for the upcoming shoot…

The camera snapped away as Chelsea posed in her first outfit. She was in an incredible tight white blouse, matched with an equally tight black pencil skirt and laced push-up bra to create the effect she knew men loved. She had put on black garters and stocking that brought out her slim, long legs. Overall, the outfit featured Chelsea’s figure perfectly, it showcased her curves well, bringing out the S-line every girl envied.

As the shoot progressed, Chelsea became keenly aware of the effect her outfit had in the room. It wasn’t a big hotel room and in that cramped space, temperature rose quickly as the smell of hormones began to permeate in the air. It didn’t help that as Vince snapped away, he would request Chelsea to pose in certain ways that would make the pictures look better. Sometimes Chelsea would need to adjust her position by a few degrees, thrust out her chest more or even jutt out her butt more in order to create a better effect in the pictures. It was frankly, tough work to maintain those positions, which looked easy but look their toll on one’s muscles.

Unfortunately, given how she could not see herself from the lenses, many a times Chelsea is unable to adjust exactly the way Vince had wanted it, leading to some frustration that Chelsea could feel emanating. Soon, Vince decided that he needed to personally adjust Chelsea, touching her waist, her arms or even her legs in order to prod her into the positions she had in mind. Initially alarmed, Chelsea soon see how it improved the progress of the shoot and gradually but begrudgingly went along with it.

Finally done with the first outfit, Chelsea barely had time to rest when Jeremy brought forth her luggage. The trio began to deliberate which outfit to go with next, with Vince struggling to picture how the various outfits Chelsea brought would look on her and the pictures they would and could produce. Even as they browsed through her luggage, Chelsea couldn’t help but notice that Vince and especially Jeremy has been leafing through her clothes. Their hands came into contact with everything, including her bras and panties. Jeremy in particular, seemingly had his fingers lingering at portions that Chelsea knew was going to come into contact with the most intimate parts of her.

To aid the evaluation, Vince requested Chelsea to switch into the shortlisted outfits that they were considering. Except instead of allowing her to change in the tiny bathroom, Vince suggested that Chelsea change in the room instead. He claimed that this would help Chelsea become more confident and comfortable in her lingerie, which is on the program anyway.

Embarrassed but finding it hard to argue against that logic (Chelsea did indeed discuss and plan for a lingerie shoot as one of the last outfits), Chelsea began to disrobe in front of the men, her cheeks reddening with each button that she unfastened. She wasn’t sure which was better, facing them as she stripped so she could at least see where they were looking, or back face them as she changed and allow their eyes to explore freely. The indecision simply locked her to the ground, Chelsea trying to avoid eye contact as her garments came loose.

Finally leaving the comforts of her white blouse and black skirt, Chelsea hastily changed into the next outfit, keenly aware of the lustful eyes on her body every second as she was changing.

Fortunately (or unfortunately), this quickly became the standard procedure and Chelsea would simply try to change as fast as she could whenever the shoot progressed to the next outfit. However, her relief did not last long when they finally reached the last outfit.

The lingerie shoot that they had planned.

Only having to change her outerwear thus far, Chelsea hesitated as she stared hard into her luggage with three different matching set of lingerie that she specially brought for the occasion. Hours ago, they were just touched and tossed around by her two male companions. Chelsea was still in her matching set of black bra and panties, realising the conundrum she was in while Vince and Jeremy watched and waited out expectantly.

Clad in her only her inner wear, Chelsea was rooted to the spot as she looked dreamily at the outfits. She knew what she had to do, what was expected of her, yet she couldn’t bear to move a single muscle to do it. Thoughts raced through her mind, with each idea on how she could get out of this situation popping up and tossed aside in a matter of seconds.

Like a bubble pierced open by a needle, Chelsea’s train of thought scattered as the silence was broken by a short statement, “Need our help?” Vince uttered, grinning internally as he watched Chelsea struggle. The simple sentence worked perfectly. The thought of letting men who are not even her lovers see her naked is abhorring, allowing them to touch her while she was at it was exponentially worse as Chelsea quickly unclasped herself, holding onto her love pillows with her left hand while she’s at it.

Looking at Chelsea struggling her revealing more and more of her skin was simply a massive turn on for the two spectators. Chelsea hunched over and cowered in a corner, deciding that facing them was too much. It was incredibly frustrated that she couldn’t wear the next bra without letting go of her well-endowed boobs, which she tucked snuggly in her left arm. The truth was, attempting to hide them with her relatively thin part did next nothing. Apart from her areolas, Chelsea really wasn’t hiding much. Chelsea finally gave up and let go, giving the men a perfect view of her full C-cup breasts as she hurried to slip her arms into the next bra, leaving them exposed for less than just a few seconds.

Unfortunately, her womanhood was out for viewing for more than just a few seconds, revealing bright pink, untouched folds and a messy forest that Chelsea hasn’t tidied in some time before she finally got into her final outfit, a blue lacy lingerie set with bondage straps on her bra. It was a sight both Vince and Jeremy knew they were going to keep in mind for later use.

As enjoyable as it was, the nightmare finally ended for Chelsea when Vince was satisfied with all that had captured. They had taken especially long with the last outfit, requesting Chelsea to get in various postures and positions, helping her forcefully when she couldn’t get there by herself. Quickly getting dressed, Chelsea could no longer stand being in the same room and packed with haste, determined to leave as soon as she could. Chelsea noticed sharply that the black set of lingerie she had just changed out of was missing, yet all she could do was to grit her teeth, gather her things and pretend nothing was amiss as she left, her expression telling.

Episode 7

Sydney was concerned.

Rightly so when she began to feel guys in her dormitory look at her abnormally. Gone were the usual innocent greetings and friendly banter about her day, her projects or her studies. Instead, she begin to feel that the guys at looking at her just a little differently, and sliding in a little too many yellow jokes in their conversations with her than usual.

Worse, she didn’t know why this was happening. Could it be that there were people who actually saw her getting penetrated in public? Or was it something as innocent as someone spending some rumours about her as a joke (e.g. that she likes yellow jokes)?

As a result Sydney took the only action she suspect would help. Ceasing all hanky panky with the guys from her dormitory. She’d gone cold turkey for a week, relying only on her imagination and the internet to get the relief that she craved. But after one whole week, Sydney was done. It was too much.

She simply have to find another solution.

Thanks to today’s technology, with the abundance of the internet and phone applications, Sydney’s solution came easily. Away from her dorm, away from her faculty, Sydney found herself looking forward to her date as she paced towards the engineering campus.

Her date was decent looking and tall, which was always preferred in Sydney’s opinion. After quick introductions over a meal at the canteen, the two quickly proceeded into the deeper parts of the campus. They had discussed what many things online through the squarish machines they put in their pockets. Sydney had shared how she was uncomfortable without a condom, especially with a guy she’d never met, which the guy understandably agreed to. Sydney also casually mentioned how she suspects she may have a little bit of an exhibitionist fetish given her recent experiences while the guy responded that he loved being the dominating one during sex when they discussed things that turned them on. Sydney had given a fake name, and knew the guy probably did the same, although it really didn’t manner.

Hyped, Sydney’s date quickly snuck her deeper into the campus.

“I heard you liked some exhibitionist fun, so I thought I would let you choose. Handicap toilet without locking the door? Or a random unlocked classroom that we could find where people could easily peek in even after we lock it?”

Sydney wasn’t sure if she was daring enough to do it in a classroom where anyone could just look into or worse, walk in anytime. The decision was swiftly made and Sydney was quickly ushered into one of the less patronised handicap toilets where human traffic were few and far between. Her date had frankly shared that this was one of his go-to places and he had brought more than one of his “dates” here before.

Slightly amused at how often she gets drilled in toilets, Sydney was more than happy with the arrangement, especially it being with someone experienced who had tried this before. She was of course concerned about STIs, but her date had agreed to use a condom, which helped put some of her fears away, though of course not completely. But one can only get so conservative when one is out to play right?

Excited to finally break her cold turkey, Sydney leapt onto her date as soon as the door was closed behind them. Tongues were fighting and clothes strewed off as the two went at it with a twinge of awkwardness. After all, there were literally no chemistry prior. However, Sydney liked how he was gentle but urgent, clearly lustful but not forgetting to tease her every here and there. Clearly experienced, Sydney’s date nearly helped her reach her first orgasm by using only his fingers and tongue.

Teased until her patience wore thin, Sydney dismounted and quickly slid her date’s boxers down to reveal her hard and erect prize. A well shaved dick was something Sydney had never seen in her life and she had never realized how clean and sterile it made the tool look. It actually makes her want to pleasure it with her mouth, something that she does not usually enjoy doing but often do for the pleasure of her companion (and for reciprocal goodwill). Sydney’s sudden urge to swallow it whole was also because of another factor.

The length.

Sydney may have had some sexual encounters, but she was sure this is the shortest she’d ever seen. It barely looked like 4.5 inches in Sydney’s opinion and she started to wonder whether she would derive pleasure from it. No hurry, the more pressing question on her mind was whether she could and how comfortable it would be to deep-throat this petite figure.

Well, as it turns out, not very hard nor very uncomfortable.

Capping the meat stick and finally breaking her cold turkey, Sydney mounted her ride, excited that at any moment, someone could burst in and catch the two of them in a moment of passion. Her nipples were taken in and played with as she felt the rubber slid past her lips into her. Barely occupied, Sydney felt unfulfilled as she tried her very best to not let her disappointment show. Truly, it had felt better when her date was working with his fingers and tongue instead. Despite how hard Sydney was trying to elicit fake moans and imagine her wildest fantasies as she rode, Sydney was finding it hard to come. Worse, she begin to feel the tension that accompanies a guy when they are coming. Soon enough, after a shudder and a tremor or two, the warm machine beneath her ground to a halt, leaving poor Sydney disappointed and wanting.

To make matters worse, Sydney’s date begin to dress up, suggesting that the session was over, yet stopping her from doing the same. Still fully nude, Sydney was helped to her feet and positioned in front of the mirror, with her disappointing date hugging her waist from behind and pulling out his phone.

“What the bonkers!” Sydney thought.

He actually dared to suggest posing for a photo for memory’s sake. Furthermore, it was so casual, as if that’s something he does, without the need to ask for permission. As if Sydney was just another conquest, another trophy that he conquered. Ugh! Men!

It didn’t help that he was fully clothed and Sydney in the exact opposite attire. Objecting vehemently, Sydney quickly struggled out of his embrace, reaching for her own clothes that were still scattered near the sink. Unfortunately, it was at this moment the door of the handicap toilet slid open.

“Oh my god, sorry sorry” was all Sydney heard, turning around but failing to catch who the person was before the door was quickly slammed back into position.

“Just my luck again”, Sydney thought as she once again, inadvertently flashed another stranger. “At least it wasn’t from hall”. Sydney consoled herself.

With a sigh, Sydney quickly dressed up to leave. Face flushed, she hurried away in shame from the handicap toilet, head lowered and leaving her companion behind as she went by the girl who had just caught them.

A long walk back to the hall it is then.

Episode 8

Chelsea couldn’t believe it.

After the disturbingly uncomfortable experience with Vince and Jeremy, she was ready to seriously reconsider her options in life and give up once and for all on this influencer thing. At least she knew, on her conscience that other than literally getting naked, she had really tried her best to make it work.

Yet a week later, Vince sent her the photos from their shoot and Chelsea had to admit, it was good. With some slight photoshop edits, adjustments in lighting that she couldn’t do through instagram or her other mobile apps, the pictures turned out to be much better than what Chelsea expected and she hurried began to plan a schedule to publish them.

It was an instant hit.

Likes and comments quickly flooded her instagram. Notifications came in so often Chelsea had to switch from silent with vibration mode to complete silent mode. Chelsea had also quickly hit her milestone of 10,000 followers by the time the second photo of the set was put up. Even better, she finally received her very first offer of sponsorship, from a small blogshop selling earrings. Delighted, she had put all that had happened behind her and texted Vince the good news, who of course was monitoring his own work just as closely and watched as Chelsea’s popularity soared.

By the time three quarters of the set had been published on her page, Chelsea had received multiple job offers, with them sending her samples in exchange for publicity on her page. Vince had also surprisingly attracted some attention when people in the circle found out he was the photographer (Vince was credited in the posts).

Leveraging on their successful collaboration, Chelsea decided to pursue the matter, quickly scheduling more sessions with Vince. She had to put what had happened behind her, the means an uncomfortable but necessary balance to the ends.

Chelsea and Vince decided that a celebration was required for their initial success. The celebration was chosen to be a karaoke session, and both Chelsea and Vince were welcome to invite their hall friends along since everyone probably knows one another through one way or the other. Naturally, Chelsea invited Sydney, whom she shared her joy with quickly, while Vince invited some of his closer guy friends, not forgetting Jeremy.

When Trae, one of Vince’s friends heard of their plans. He generously offered the VIP room in the KTV that his family owns Free-of-Charge. It was a small KTV lounge in the outskirts of Orchard Road, but the room was FOC, so Vince agreed, even though it was slightly inaccessible.

Fast forward to the day itself, Chelsea dressed in a black, cleavage-revealing, bodycon dress, fully prepared to ride the momentum that her instagram page is garnering to cover most, if not all of the celebrations at the KTV on her insta-story. In comparison, Sydney was dressed rather plainly, in a white spaghetti top and jean shorts.

As they made their way to the destination, Chelsea and Sydney walked past several skimpily dressed foreign women. Sydney was puzzled as to why they were hanging out near the KTV in groups on various floors, touching up their heavy make-up or waving and calling out to strangers every now and then. Chelsea, on the other hand, was simply too focused managing her insta stories and page, replying comments (even rude ones) and taking more photos, stories and the like.

Finally entering the VIP room, Sydney was surprised to see Kent and his roommate Alex there. The memory of Alex catching her fully naked working on Kent-junior in their room fresh on her mind. Sydney flushed, quickly disregarding the memory and pretending everything was alright. After the incident, she had stopped all contact with Kent, and given the recent issues stopped frequenting any of her emotional companions in hall completely.

The two leads Vince and Chelsea, treated the first ten jugs of beer and the party quickly progressed, with everyone getting acquainted with each other (which wasn’t hard since everyone was familiar faces). After an hour and a half of singing and drinking games, Trae offered the next five jugs on the house and asked if everyone present were on for some games he had in mind.

The catch however, is that once you have agreed to play the game, you can’t back out and have to follow the rules.

Chelsea, all drunk on success, high on alcohol, quickly agreed. And so did everyone else.

“The rules are simple” explained Trae, “if you can guess a non-obvious truth about a person, that person has to strip one piece of clothing. Any piece that they choose. You lose if you’re only left with your underwear. We can all decide if the guess it considered ‘obvious’. BUT! If you guess wrongly, you have to strip too!”

To demonstrate, Trae pointed at Vince and said “You are wearing black briefs.” to which Vince checked and applauded, before taking off his shoes. Unfortunately, no one wanted to see Vince stripping, which resulted in many questions being thrown at Chelsea and Sydney instead.

“Sydney is a 34B”

“Wrong”

“My turn! 32B”

“Hey! Not fair!”

“Chelsea is wearing G-string!”

“Omg, how did you know?”

“Sydney is not a virgin!”

“Hey!”

“Chelsea is a 32C”

“Wow, good eyes!”

“Nah I saw your bra before during the shoot remember?”

“Sydney has fucked one of us here before!”

“What? Omg who?”

“Chelsea doesn’t have a boyfriend!”

Some of the guesses may have been wrong, and the girls fought hard to counter-attack, but they were quickly overwhelmed and left only in their undergarments. Chelsea was indeed wearing a black G-string that matches her black bra, given that she had been wearing a black bodycon dress and she didn’t want to have a panty-line. Sydney was wearing a beige-coloured bra and white panties, not expecting any action for the party. The two were tasked with a forfeit and the guys had to choose between themselves who were the lucky ones.

In the end, after a series of finger guessing games, Jeremy and Vince were the winners and all awaited Trae’s next instruction.

“Okay, losers will have to give our lucky stars a handjob and compete to see who can make our lucky stars come first!” announced Trae. “Ladies, please give it your best shot… Because if you lose this too, there’s an even worse forfeit waiting for you! Cheering, Jeremy and Vince pulled down their pants and sat like kings, waiting on the couches while their members stuck out like flagpoles on the parade square.

Chelsea panicked. She knows what a handjob is, staying in a hall full of young and horny people making lewd remarks all the time, but she had never given one. She had never even touched a dick before in her life. Yet now she is clad only in her underwear, in front of mostly half-naked by now men trying to figure out how to compete in the forfeit.

3… 2… 1…

Sydney begun expertly and focused, feeling a little aroused herself with how exposed she was in front of so many men. She gave plenty of eye contact, maintaining her come-fuck-me look as she caressed Vince’s member. Gently with no rush, Sydney stroked as it hardened in her small hands.

Meanwhile, Chelsea revolted at the sight of Jeremy’s erected, veiny dick. She recalled how Jeremy had wolfishly taken advantage of her at the slightest opportunity during the shoot, how she was forced to strip in front of him and felt disgusted at how she needed to service him now. Upset, Chelsea took a quick glance Sydney’s progress and was shocked to see how expertly Sydney was handling her task. Chelsea had never knew Sydney to be dating anyone or even talked about boys. To her, Sydney had always dressed shyly and conservatively, yet there she was, in her element, seemingly routine with her task. Vince’s eyes were half closed, mouth agape in pleasure as Sydney gripped and tugged harder, as her other hand caressed Vince’s low hanging fruits.

Chelsea was snapped out of her trance as she felt a cold hand grip and lead her own hand to the hot and pulsating organ. Realizing her situation, Chelsea tossed away her reservations and quickly followed Sydney’s example, jerking up and down as hard as she could with her right hand. Inexperienced, all Chelsea achieved was causing a great deal of pain to Jeremy, her own boobs floundering and getting in her way. Panicking even harder at the lack of success, Chelsea floundered as she knew the inevitable approached…

Episode 9

The rest of the party, including Trae, were busy filming the “intense” competition and announced, to no one’s surprise, Sydney’s victory when Vince came with a groan, shooting his load high into the air, with some landing on Sydney’s hair, arms and face. Cheers erupted and Hi-5s went around as Sydney came up from her task victorious. It had felt good to beat Chelsea at one thing as she walked away, receiving pats and hi-5s from the others and leaving Vince spent on the couch.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up.” Sydney heard amidst the commotion. Holding her hand, Alex gently led Sydney out of the room. Slightly brighter but still dimmed, faint music can be heard travelling from one or two of the rooms the pair strolled along the corridor towards the restroom. It was, apparently a rather quiet evening for this particular KTV.

As they approached the toilet, the pair came across one of the uniformed waiting staff, who did not seemed one bit surprised at the state of undress the two were in and continue going about his task. It was so natural that Sydney did not register the half-naked, cum left on face state that she was in until Alex subconsciously shrunk at his own state of undress beside her.

Rudely reminded, Sydney turned towards the ladies, anxious to clean up.

“Wrong side Sydney, it’s more efficient this way” Alex whispered as he held Sydney’s shoulders gently but firmly and guided her towards the gents. “Cleaning up once is better than having to do so twice right? Besides, I’ve already seen you naked.”

“And I’m sure you aren’t satisfied from just that.” Alex continued seductively as he hooked his finger into the waistband of Sydney and pulled it down, revealing her glossy, darkish pink slit that is already coated with a sheen layer of her juices. “You were ready to gobble up Vince’s dick in there”.

“Bingo” Alex muttered, cutting off Sydney’s protest as his fingers reached for the moist cave and extended tentatively.

Sydney let out a soft moan, her panties at her ankles as she stood in the middle of the now empty guys’ toilet while Alex toyed with her. She worried that any stranger could just walk in on them, yet it felt some good to feel some relief and attention on herself after her performance just now. Sydney leaned into Alex, exposing more of her neck for access as she looked glazily into the mirror at what Alex is doing to her. They made eye contact in the mirror for a second before a snap loosened her bra, causing it to sag and droop slightly, revealing her nipples while her bra straps hung on to her shoulders.

“Here or in the cubicle?” Alex enquired as he helped a squirming Sydney off her bra, his curious fingers never ceasing their exploration.

“In… In… In the cubicle please.” Sydney replied in between moans.

Leading the way, Alex ushered Sydney into the confined space before hanging her arms atop the hook on the inside of the cubicle door, a hard task considering Sydney’s petite frame.

“By the way, I don’t have a condom” Alex stated as he slide his full length into Sydney from behind. The sudden entry was too much for Sydney as she squeaked in pleasure, being filled in less than a second.

Alex pistoned hard and fast, with sounds of flesh on flesh mixed with Sydney’s moans radiating from their cubicle. Sydney didn’t stand a chance, her insides ravaged by a hungry Alex as she lost her restraint, fully immersed in the action and moaning hard.

Soon, Sydney heard another set of moans joining her choir as the moans of two women filled the entire gents. She had no idea who it was, only that it was seemingly emanating from the stall beside her. Sydney hadn’t even considered the possibility that there was someone outside, let alone realised or heard another couple come in beside them. Unintentionally, it became a competition as the men tried to pleasure their women as hard as possible to elicit as loud the moans as possible.

A few minutes of rough fucking later, Alex came hard inside Sydney, ceasing their fight. Sydney had lost count of the times she came, when one orgasm seemingly transitioned into the next, a peak followed by a crest with another peak soon after.The pair regained their senses and began to wipe the cum left from the previous activity using the tissues in the toilet, not forgetting the now leaking tap in between Sydney’s legs. The couple in the next cubicle carried on in their absence, as if proud to have outlasted Sydney and Alex (although they came in later).

Feeling a little sore, Alex helped Sydney into her beige bra and tossed Sydney’s white, sticky panties over the top of the cubicle before hurrying out with a bottomless Sydney, chuckling with Sydney when they heard the shocked screams of the couple as Sydney’s panties landed on them while they fucked.

“You really live up to your reputation of a closet moaner, you know?” Alex commented as he strolled with the naked waist-down Sydney back to their room. Basking in the afterglow, Alex had his hands around Sydney’s waist, which he conveniently lowered to her ass cheek as he kept her at his side, exposing her other uncovered butt cheek and her wet and unkempt bush as they walked.

“What reputation?” Sydney asked, a little shy at how exposed she was down below and silently hoping no waiting staff walk by.

“You didn’t know?” Alex replied, somewhat shocked. “The whole hall knows you always pretend to be shy and demure but moans like a bitch when you fuck. I’ve always wanted to know for myself if you were really such a horny bitch when I caught you sucking Kent off.”

“Well, Kent said there was nothing serious going on between you two and I was free to try if I wanted to, so guess where I am now. Haha” Alex chuckled as horror spread across Sydney’s face.

“What the fuck?! You mean everyone in hall knows?!?!?!” Sydney gasped, exasperated. “Yeah of course, there were even rumours of you fucking some dude butt-naked in the corridor on a weekend, moaning loud enough for the next hall to hear. That’s why they named you the ‘closet moaner’. Wait, you really didn’t know?” Alex answered nonchalantly. “So… Yeah, everyone inside there knows too, so let me help you out of this…”

Despair rooted Sydney to the floor in front of the door as Alex unclasped her bra for the second time that night. She did not even resist as Alex peeled it off her, hooking it over the door handle as he pushed it open, nudging in a dazed Sydney who made no attempt to conceal her nakedness into the room, leaving her bra on the door handle as a makeshift do-not-disturb sign…

Episode 10

Cheers erupted all around Chelsea as she struggled with her task, her concentration interrupted as she turned to see Vince’s bodily fluids streaking onto various body parts of Sydney.

“That slut!” Chelsea thought viciously as Sydney sashayed away, embracing her victory at Chelsea’s expense. Sore in more ways than one, Chelsea sulked as she saw Sydney, still only in her non-matching underwear, being congratulated by the men, some giving her hi-5s or a pat on her back, others lower than that.

Not long after, the attention turned back to her as Trae announced her forfeit for losing the battle. Given how she was unable to finish Jeremy off with her hands, she will now be given three minutes to finish what she had started with her mouth, without which an even worse fate awaits her.

Completely new, Chelsea was at a loss when the unfortunate countdown began once again despite her protests. Resigned to her fate, Chelsea kneeled in between the wide open legs of Jeremy and reached out for the cause of her loss with her hands, ready to give her best with her mouth, whatever that may mean. After all, from the 18+ videos she had once watched, it can’t be that hard to provide oral pleasure right?

However, before she could steady herself and fully lower her face onto the task, Chelsea felt her wrists strongly flung away and pinned behind her back. Confused, all Chelsea heard was Trae announcing loudly, to cheers and jeers, that the time for the usage of hands was over before a hand strongly pushed the back of her hand onto Jeremy’s groin. In no time, Chelsea found her mouth painfully and entirely occupied, her nose mashed right into the sweaty swathes of Jeremy. The pain felt worse than the humiliation as Chelsea was finding it difficult to breath, let alone suck or use her tongue. Her attempts at trying to lift her head up to breathe was simply denied repeatedly as a seemingly different hand forced it down, albeit more gently than the previous one.

“Gugh. Ough.. Ugh.. UMRGH!” Chelsea struggled to speak as the hands began to spank her much exposed ass cheeks while Chelsea remained bent over, her head periodically guided down onto her tormentor. Needless to say, the whole process was photographed and filmed by the other members, as they took turns taking pictures of the scene, posing for the pictures with Chelsea in the background sucking Jeremy off or participate in the spanking of her now rosy-red cheeks.

Again, to no one’s surprise, Chelsea failed her task as the alarm for the 3 minute mark rang in the room.

Peeling Chelsea’s face off Jeremy’s dick by her hair, Trae held and tilted Chelsea’s face upwards while she kneeled less than 30 centimeters away from Jeremy. In a perverse twist of events, Jeremy pumped himself furiously off, finishing all over Chelsea’s face and front as she tried desperately tried to shun the incoming jets, closing her eyes and tilting her face away.

“Oops, that’s soiled now.” Trae stated, referring to Chelsea’s bra. “Let us help help you remove it. Might as well remove your thong also la right.” In mere seconds Chelsea’s remaining garments were taken from her, tossed into the darker recesses of the room. Fully nude, Chelsea was made to pose with her cum-stained face, with her tits on display “like the model she is” as the group surrounded her and took a welfie, all of the remaining guys in wide grins as the flash blinded them momentarily.

Chelsea was never left alone throughout the whole process, hands constantly harassing her as she was made to do every task, including taking the photo. Traumatised and silently glad that Jeremy finally came (on her), Chelsea heaved a sigh of relief, comforted that the torment has finally come to an end.

Except it hadn’t.

In fact, Chelsea had failed to pleasure even one person successfully, a fact Trae announced to to everyone. Given her repeated failure, it seems that she needs more practice and that her next task will be to get every guy present in the room to come, giving her ample practice.

“WHAT?! No way I’m going to do that you fuckers!” Chelsea protested.

“Hey hey, remember, no backing out once you agreed right?” Trae responded unsympathetically. “Fuck you. HELL NO! I’m getting out of here.” Chelsea yelled, turning to search for her scattered garments.

“Well Chelsea, you could do it, or we could make you… seems like you have made your choice.”

Chelsea felt strong arms grab her from nowhere and everywhere seemingly all at the same time. The next thing Chelsea knew, she was horizontal on the couch. Her hands were straightened and pinned above her head while her legs were tossed apart, displaying her womanhood and the recently tidied patch. Chelsea could not tell who was pinning her hands down, but it was strong and any attempts to break free seemed to be futile.

Trae appeared before Chelsea, positioning himself between her spread legs which Chelsea struggled to close. Chelsea felt her protective folds being peeled away, before her sensitive nup was directly but gently caressed. She had never felt more humiliated and violated in her life than right now, pinned and spread for men to use. Words blurred as Chelsea began to wept, vaguely making out how Trae is providing a commentary on her womanhood, judging how nicely she was trimmed, how nubile and pinkish she was down below.

Noting the lack of moisture, Chelsea felt disgusted as Trae spit on his fingers, before using that to lubricate her. Seemingly ready, she felt Trae adjust himself before a hot, hard rod came into contact with her still unsullied opening. The pause lasted for less than a second before a strong push was initiated and efforts to penetrate her defenses ensued.

“Wah! Fucking tight ah, Chelsea you virgin ah?” Chelsea heard as she sobbed, her very first time torn away from her in this manner.

It had hurt so very much, and it seemed like there was nothing to stop the pain as her insides were stretched and abused. Resigned, Chelsea stopped struggling, but had felt no pleasure throughout the whole process. Only disgust filled her, especially when she felt the hot seeds of her violator swarm into her. All she felt was relief that one was finally done, already escaping from reality by facing away, refusing to give her violators the satisfaction of seeing her cry and whimper at their harshness.

As Trae finished up and moved away, Chelsea felt a glimmer of hope when she saw from the corner of her vision the door room opening. “This is my chance” Chelsea thought, for fully ready to scream and shout for help and rescue from this misery…