Thanks for the encouragement ….will write a complete story then post soon enough….who knows a visit to my previous ones like prequel etc may be exciting…..
Back again and thanks for the support.
Took me some time to adapt the story but here goes.
The setting
2012 Bali Indonesia
Juriah - Singaporean Malay in her early 20s starting her career in advertising on an overseas trip with her regional director Martin, a 45-yearold American based in Singapore.
It takes place years before Juriah’s sizzling office affair in the preceding story.
If there is support I’ll stretch the tale…
Juriah – The prelude
It was 2012. I was sitting at the Intercontinental Bali hotel bar, nursing a Glenfiddich (neat, of course; no sense in any of that ice silliness) when Juriah sat down beside me. My name is Martin Jeffries, and I am a regional creative director at H&K based in Singapore.
“That looks good, I would like one, please,” she told the bartender, pointing to my drink. I raised an eyebrow at her. “Really? Single malt? I thought you were partial to wine.”
She smiled a bit at me. “Usually, yes. But I need something quite a bit stronger today,” she said in her soft Singaporean accent. Her English was great. Mostly, she tended to use common slang and lots of contractions. I always wondered if that was a result of learning English at school in Singapore, where Singlish was the lingua franca. But she was a young media specialist, and she was staffing me for this project.
I smiled back. We were at the Intercontinental Bali as part of a project team to work on a regional FCMG campaign. This was Juriah’s first overseas project although she had worked with me over the last few years on several projects in Singapore. “Yeah, you’ve seemed a little off all day today. I assumed you were just tired or is it something more?”
“Well, I am not used to the traveling like you are. It was certainly an early morning flight in from Changi.” She smiled again, but still looked a bit off.
I guess I should back up a bit here and give some background. Both Juriah and I worked for the same company. We both work in the office every day. About six years ago, I moved from California to be after my divorce, new challenges new pastures. My company didn’t want to lose me, so they set up a position for me in Singapore. Juriah was just starting out and showed both promise and eagerness and I was happy to pick her to staff me when this project came along.
Juriah was an exceedingly bright woman and had done well in University. She started as an intern about four years ago and then full time shortly after. Her contributions to the company and strong work ethic made the approval for her to be part of my team an easy choice for management.
Juriah was also a very beautiful woman. She had been born and raised in Singapore. Ethic Malay, she had beautiful eyes and a figure that put many to shame. Her overall look was decidedly Asian, but she had a lot more curve to her than a typical Singaporean woman. She also had the most captivating bright brown eyes I had ever seen.
She had worked with me on several projects and though not a direct subordinate, she more often than not the first name pencilled on my team sheet for big projects. I also grew to like her fun nature and behaviour in the after project unwinding sessions that the team indulged in. She was witty, vivacious, and though Malay, did enjoy a good Pinot and glass of bubbly.
I’d looked over her more than once, even though I never would have considered making a move. Not only did she have a fiancé, but she was also over 20 years younger than me. I certainly didn’t want to come across as the creepy old guy at work, even though I’d had more than one fuck with a co-worker. I’d never felt the need to settle down since my failed marriage, so the relationships didn’t ever go anywhere. We always ended as friends and co-workers, though. Also Juriah never gave me that vibe that she was in the least bit interested.
“You get used to it,” I told her. “A few trips and you’ll be in a nice rhythm.” I grinned at her. “At least you don’t have to travel as far as I do. There is no direct flight between here and the home office in New York. My travel days tend to be 12 to 14 hours.”
She laughed at that and took a sip of her drink. She winced. “Oh! That is strong! How do you drink this stuff?” I grinned again. “Years of practice, my little Padawan.” Another laugh. “Yes, the warming feeling is nice.” Then, her face grew pensive. After a couple minutes of uncomfortable silence, she turned to me. “Do you mind if we get a table and talk? I have something to ask, and I don’t want anyone to eavesdrop.”
I cocked my eyebrow again at her. “OK. I hope it’s nothing serious?” I left the question open ended and looked at her. I was curious. We were not close per se just the boss- subordinate relationship but I was curious. “No. It is just–can we go to a table and talk? Before I lose my nerve?”
Well, now I was definitely intrigued. I hoped she wasn’t going to tell me she was leaving the company. We made our way, drinks in hand, to a small table in the back of the mostly empty bar. At my signal, the bartender came over and brought us two more drinks.
“OK,” I prodded. “What’s up?”
She grabbed her first drink and threw the contents back with one gulp, shuddering as she set the empty glass back down. She then reached for her second drink. “Whoa, Juriah. Watch that stuff. It’ll sneak up on you pretty quick.” She coughed a bit then made the good decision to set her drink down. I didn’t want her to just slam another double drink. She wasn’t used to alcohol and probably weighed all of 48 kilos.
After her coughing fit, she quietly studied her drink, not meeting my eyes.
“Seriously, Juriah. What’s up? You can talk to me about whatever you need to. It won’t go any further.”
She took a while before finally blowing out a breath and looking up at me. “OK. So, this is what I was worried about for coming on these trips. I, um, did not tell anyone before because I was hoping it would be better.” She took another sip and grew quiet again.
“And…?” I prompted. After another sip and a few moments of silence, she squared her shoulders and looked at me again. “I have a, um, an issue with sleep. Ever since I was a little girl, I could not sleep in a room by myself. I had 2 sisters and we all shared a room, even as adults. I have tried everything from sleeping aids to keeping the lights on and–well, everything I could think of.”
She caught the bartender’s attention and held up her near empty glass. Soon enough, we had two more drinks at our table. I didn’t say anything, just letting her continue at her own pace. “I have always had roommates. When growing up, my sisters and I shared the bedroom. When I went to university, I wanted to stay in the hostel, but I had a bit of a breakdown the first night during orientation when I was left alone in my room, and I moved back home with my sisters!”
“Well, that is not the same as staying in a hotel so you should be OK, right?”
“Yes, that was what I was hoping. But, as soon as I got into my room this morning, I had a bit of a panic attack. That is usually what happens when I try sleeping on my own.”
I thought I understood where this was going. Always one to help solve a problem, I spoke up. “Well, we can’t have you being uncomfortable. I can convince management to allow you to video conference for future projects. With the changes in technology, what with online meetings and all, there really is no need for you to travel.”
She looked a little wide-eyed at that but quickly shook her head. “No, that is not what I want. I don’t want to be treated differently at work. Plus, I think traveling is an important area of my skills sets.”
“Oh, OK.” I was a little confused. “Then, what can we do to help you?”
She finished off her drink and was quiet for a few more minutes. She once again looked back up at me. “Um, I know you are in a suite, would you be OK if… if I stayed with you?” She quickly added, “It’s fine if not! I understand if that makes you feel uncomfortable. I can figure something else out. It is OK. Forget I asked.” She looked a little panicked, almost near tears.
Whoa! I’d never seen her like this. In the four years I’d known her, she exuded nothing but confidence, regardless of how stressful things would get at work. Seeing her like this–nervous and vulnerable–made me feel bad for her. It was also a surprise how I felt myself reacting on an emotional level. I wanted to reach out, to comfort her. I wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be alright.
Instead, I smiled at her to ease the tension she was under. “Hey. It’s OK. I’m supposed to look after you while we are here.” I reached over and patted her hand, even though I wanted to grab it. I’d never done more than shake her hand in the past, so I didn’t want to cross a line.
She looked visibly relieved, her shoulders loosening a bit.
I continued. “Hmmm. Yeah, we can do that. But my room has a king bed right now, but I’ll go to the desk and request for a change to a room with two beds. You just wait here.”
I started to get up, but she quickly reached up and grabbed my arm. I looked at her, a bit confused.
“No. No, do not change it. I don’t want the head office to know. I can take the sofa, I don’t need much space.” She smiled at me. “Please. Sit down so we iron this out.”
That was a little shocking. Oh well. We could figure out the sleeping arrangements later. I figured I could just have a cot sent up later. I took my seat again and reached for my drink. “OK, so how you do you want to handle this?”
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FROM WHERE WE LAST LEFT OFF
I continued. “Hmmm. Yeah, we can do that. But my room has a king bed right now, but I’ll go to the desk and request for a change to a room with two queens. You just wait here.”
I started to get up, but she quickly reached up and grabbed my arm. I looked at her, a bit confused.
“No. No, do not change it. I don’t want the head office to know. I can take the couch, I don’t need much space.” She smiled at me. “Please. Sit back down so we can go over this.”
That was a little shocking. Oh well. We could figure out the sleeping arrangements later. I figured I could just have a cot sent up later. I took my seat again and reached for my drink. “OK, so how you do you want to handle this?”
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“First, I do not want anyone knowing. I would be embarrassed for people to know I can’t even sleep by myself, like a frightened child.” She smiled at that but blushed a little.
“OK. But what about–” I started.
She immediately understood my concern, so she cut me off. “Ahmad knows. I talked to him about it before I left. He was OK with the idea.” OK, so that meant her boyfriend was good with it. I had met him on a few occasions, and we got along. I guess he trusted me, which was warranted. I was an older man who seemed harmless enough and I certainly wasn’t going to make a move on his girlfriend. Also, I was hardly the dream boat of a sexy young babe. But it was like she could read my thoughts.
“Ahmad is fine with me staying with someone, as long as it is you.”
I took another drink of my whiskey and waited for her to continue. She was in her element, I knew. Explaining a situation and owning it.
“Second, I want to maintain appearances, so I want to still keep my own room.”
“Makes sense,” I said. “Bigger rooms don’t mean better.” I grinned at her.
“Yes. And third.” Another drink and another pause, “Third, I plan to make it worth your while. I know I will be imposing by staying with you–”
“Whoa. Not true. Look, I live alone in Singapore. Having a roommate when traveling sounds kind of nice. You do not need to ‘make it worth my while’ or anything. It’s really not a big deal. Frankly, you’re getting the raw end of the deal here. Ever live with a 45 year old man? We snore and smell funny.” I grinned at her again.
She laughed at that. “Oh, I think I can live with snoring. But I am not taking ’no’ for an answer here. Something you do not know about me is that mom was a skilled traditional masseuse. She made all her daughters learn so I’ll give you a simple but soothing rub-down after our meetings for the next 3 days.”
I started to open my mouth and speak. She interrupted before I could. “Please let me do this. I need to do something for you to make me feel OK about this. I know it is a little personal and intimate, but we can separate work from after-work.”
“Well, I’d be lying if I said a massage didn’t sound nice after a hard day, shit I could use one today. But you really don’t have to do this–or anything else, for that matter–though. I really am OK with just being roomies.”
“I understand. But it is important to me to do something.” After a couple of minutes, I finally relented. I reached for her hand across the table “Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it, I’m happy to have you as a roomie” and we sealed the pact.
After finishing our drinks and a light dinner (I made sure she ordered something that would help soak up the alcohol; she was visibly buzzed), we made our way up to my, er, ‘our’ room around 7:00 pm. On the way, we stopped at her room so she could get toiletries and a change of clothes for tomorrow.
Once in our room, she asked, “Are you OK if I take a shower?” I smiled at her. “Of course. And this is your room too. You don’t need to ask my permission to shower or anything.” She laughed again. “Oh, I meant in case you wanted a shower. Are you OK if I go first?” “Yup. I can wait.” I turned to grin at her. “Just don’t take all the hot water.”
Laughing, she made her way into the bathroom with a small bag. After about 20 minutes, she emerged from the bathroom followed by a billow of steam. Looking up, my breath caught a bit. Her long dark hair was now wet (she was still towelling it off), and she was now wearing a short cotton towel hotel bath robe, tightly cinched around her waist. This only worked to accentuate her curves, which she normally kept well hidden in her business attire.
And when I say ‘short’, I mean really short. That line from a terrible 1990s film called The Adventures of Ford Fairlane came to mind. I didn’t remember exactly how it went, but it was something like “You got to shave before you leave the house in a dress like that… and I don’t mean your legs.”’
“Wow,” I muttered before quickly composing myself. “That’s, um, a beautiful robe.”
That earned me a dazzling smile. “Thank you. It is size Y and I think it’s meant for a child but the adult S one was way too large.” She gave me a questioning look. “So, are you showering, or you want your massage first?”
“Oh, um, I’d like to shower first.” Actually, I didn’t typically shower in the evenings. I was a ‘shower in the morning’ kind of guy. That helped wake me up. But, if this girl was going to be touching my back, I wanted to at least smell nice.
After showering, I got dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. I walked back into the room to see her at her computer.
“Hey,” I said. “The workday is over. Didn’t I warn you about working too late?” I grinned at her.
She laughed. “Just reading through emails. I was tired today and did not get as much work done as I would have preferred.”
“Well,” I continued, still grinning, “be careful how you answer them. You had three whiskeys; you know.”
She giggled a bit. “Yes, and that was after two glasses of wine before I came down to the bar to join you. I really needed the boost before I talked to you.” She shut her laptop and stood up. “So, are you ready for a massage?” she asked as she raised her hands up and wiggled her fingers at me.
“Um, that again, I really am OK—there’s no …..” I started to say.
“Enough of that. Once I’ve made up my mind - there is no changing it.”
“Um, OK. So, where do you want me? On the chair?” I started to sit at the comfortable chair by the window.
She looked a little confused before she understood. “What? Oh, no, not a chair. I am giving you a full body massage. You will love it! Believe it or not, my fingers are quite strong.” She smiled at me again.
“OK, so…just on the bed then?”
“Yes, please. Close to the edge. I start with your shoulders, head, neck, upper back and arms. I need to be able to reach across your body.”
A little nervous, and not knowing why, I quickly made my way to the bed lying face down close to the edge.
She giggled a little. “No, Martin. I need you undressed for this. I will use some warming oil and it only works on your skin.”
“Oh, um, OK.” With that, I sat up and removed my shirt, quickly lying back down on my stomach.
A laugh this time she said, “What part of ‘undressed’ is confusing? This is an all body massage. Shorts too.” I hesitated which she sensed immediately. “Oh, are you shy? I can fix that. Here,” she said as she untied her belt and let the robe slide to the floor, exposing her flawless body in all of its glory. I turned my head away, just to keep from staring. She blew out a breath. “Seriously, we are both adults. I have seen naked men before, and I assume you have seen naked women. It is not a big deal.”
‘Big deal’. Interesting choice of words. One quick glance at her young supple body, and the front of my shorts was becoming, in fact, a very big deal. Without getting up, I tugged my shorts and boxers down and off, exposing my butt to her.
“Ok,” she said. “First, let’s set the mood.” I heard dim the dimmers on the main lights and fiddle with her phone. Soon, the room was filled with very soft music playing. “There. That is better. Now, let’s get started.” With that, I heard the cap being opened on the small bottle of oil she was carrying. After a second, I heard her rubbing her hands together, the slick sound of oil making slippery noises. I then felt her very warm hands touch my back right between my shoulder blades as she started to spread the oil. “Just close your eyes, relax, and enjoy.”
So, I did. With my eyes shut, I luxuriated in the feeling of her soft but strong hands working magic on my shoulders and neck. She ran one hand through my hair and began massaging my scalp after a short time. She then moved to my upper arms, first massaging the one closest to her and then leaning over to massage my other upper arm. By this time, I was completely relaxed and, in a dream-like state. But the fact her hardened nipples were rubbing along my back and head as she leaned over was not lost on me.
“Now it is time for your legs and lower back. It is easier for me if I am on top of you. Are you OK with that?”
Broken from my reverie, I simply mumbled, “Um, sure. OK.”
With that, she climbed up on top of me, straddling my lower back – facing my feet. I felt her lean over and start massaging my calves, using her strong fingers to really work on my tense muscles. Slowly, she moved her way up to my thighs, spending a lot of time ensuring every inch of my legs were subject to her magical touch. The sexual nature aside, this was easily the best massage I had ever had. She scooted herself up my back, settling on my upper back. I could feel the warmth of her backside and that warmer, more moist vulva as she sat down gently, not putting too much weight on my back.
My eyes flew open wide a second later as I could now feel the unmistakable heat and moisture from her pussy on my skin. I cleared my throat and closed my eyes again. She rubbed more oil into her hands, then leaned down and started right below my buttocks, massaging my ass for a while before moving to my lower back. After really working my lower back, she finally got up off me and said, “There. Done with the back. Now, you need to turn over.”
“Umm…”
She immediately sensed my tension. “I learned long ago that a man getting an erection while being massaged is very normal. I will not be offended.”
Even though I tried everything I could think of in the brief few seconds before I needed to turn over (I had Homer Simpson’s line ’think un-sexy thoughts…think un-sexy thoughts’ going through my head), it didn’t work. Finally, I just sighed and turned over, exposing my very erect cock.
“OK,” she whispered, her eyes going wide. Seeing my blushing face, she quickly recovered. “Sorry,” she said, shaking her head to clear it. “That was um improper.” She took a deep breath and blew it out. “OK. I start with the hand closest to me and work across until I get to your opposite hand. Is that OK?”
I nodded, and she poured more oil into her palm and started rubbing her hands together to warm everything. She took my left hand in hers and started massaging the palm of my hand, digging into the fleshy part of my thumb. She started moving up, working on my wrist, up my lower arm and finally massaging my biceps. Straddling my arm, she began reaching over to my right arm, reversing the order.
As she moved from my biceps down my arm, she had to lean over further and further. Even though my eyes were closed, I could feel the heat of her body getting ever closer to my face. She also had straddled my left arm so she could reach over, and I felt her very moist pussy rub against my arm. Then, I felt the unmistakable sensation of her hard nipple brushing along my chin before running it along my lips.
Oh, God. How was I going to control my breathing? I could already feel it rapidly increasing and I could feel my erection start to throb. She settled her nipple against my lips while slowly massaging my lower arm and hand.
“It is OK,” she said softly. I assumed she just meant it was OK that I was turned on, but after a minute or so of me not doing anything, she breathed out, “It is fine. You can kiss it if you want to. I would like that.”
Whoa, wait, OK, so this is where the massage was going? Without even thinking through any of the potential ramifications, I opened my mouth to reply and her nipple slipped inside. I kissed and lightly sucked her hardened nub, causing her to emit a soft moan. After a couple of minutes, she adjusted so her other breast was against my lips. I quickly took that nipple in, sucking a bit more aggressively, which earned me a lot more moaning.
After I sucked her other nipple a while, she moved back and stood up. She was completely flushed, her chest rapidly rising and falling with her increased breathing. “OK, now I need to finish your front.” She arched an eyebrow at me. “Are you OK if I sit on you again?”
“Um. Yeah. I mean, yes. Of…of course.”
She put more oil in her palm and, after rubbing it in her hands, got on the bed and straddled me, facing away her back to me and her front towards my legs. Since she wasn’t able to see me, I had no reason not to stare. Her ass was simply perfect. Even though I had only seen her mostly in office attire, you could tell she had a generous hour-glass shape than would be expected for such a tiny woman. But the clothes she wore to the office never gave any indication to her slight bubble butt. Her ass was toned, as were her legs, and gorgeous shiny light brown.
Leaning down to start working on my feet, her ass was thrust into the air. With her legs spread to straddle me and bent over like she was, her pussy and ass were completely open for view. I gawked openly. Her waxed pussy was beautiful. The outer lips were a bit swollen, but I could see the slightly-darker inner lips peeking out a bit. What’s more is I could see drops of moisture running down the inside of her vulva.
Resisting the urge to reach down and wipe it off so I could taste her, I moved my eyes up a bit to her ass. Her perfect moons were spread enough for me to see her hairless asshole between them. My breathing certainly did not calm in any way. Damn, I wished I had jerked off right after work! I felt like I was going to explode at any moment.
Just like she had done when she was on my back, she began working her way up my legs to my thighs. She again scooted her body up, her pussy getting closer and closer to my face. By the time she was massaging my upper thighs, her pussy was close enough that I could feel the heat and smell her intoxicating female odour mixed with the perfumed oil she was using on me. She moved up a little more to massage my tummy a bit, and she was now close enough that I could have just stuck my tongue out for a taste.
She then stopped massaging but didn’t move. “How was that?” she breathed out.
“Goddamned amazing,” I managed to croak, after finally finding my voice.
“Good. I am glad you enjoyed it. I enjoyed doing that for you.” She didn’t say anything more and didn’t move for a while. I started to clear my throat to speak before she quietly asked, “Martin, would you like me to go further?”
“Umm…OK. Can I, um, what do you ‘go further’?” I hoped that didn’t creep her out or anything,
“Oh I meant this,” and with that, she grabbed my throbbing cock and started kissing and licking it. Groaning, I grabbed her ass and pulled her pussy down to my mouth. Usually, I like to be slow and tease a woman a while, but I had never been so worked up.
I quickly buried my tongue between her folds and began licking her tangy pussy. She yelped a bit before taking my cock into her mouth. I didn’t want to come too soon (or without warning her; I had no idea if she was the kind of girl that spat or swallowed), so I just focused all of my attention on pleasuring her.
Moving my tongue in and out of her a few times, I ran it down to her clit, gently taking that hard pearl between my teeth and sucking lightly. That garnered a muffled scream and a slight gush of pussy fluids running down my chin. She took my cock out of her mouth long enough to give a louder and longer moan. Silence followed, with her body going rigid. Then, a slight “Oh!” was let out before my face was literally sprayed with a burst of her juice, and her body started trembling uncontrollably. I held firm to her ass as she worked through her orgasm, never releasing her clit from my mouth.
Finally, her body calmed down and her breathing got under control enough for her to speak. “Oh, Martin. That was…oh my. That was the best orgasm I have ever had. Thank you.” With that, she took my cock back in her mouth and resumed her gentle sucking. She didn’t need to thank me. Not only did I immensely enjoy sucking her, but I also wasn’t anywhere near finished. I ran my tongue up and down her outer lips, occasionally kissing her clit again, always eliciting a muffled yelp from her.
Not able to help myself, I then set my sight on something else. Starting with her clit, I again ran my tongue slowly up her slit. But instead of stopping at the other end of her pussy, I kept moving up over her taint and finally zeroing in on her little asshole. Her body went rigid, and she let my cock fall out of her mouth.
“Oh! Martin, what are you doing? Oh no! Stop. That is my bum hole. You should not be…oh!” But her body was saying something different. She was actually pressing back against me, allowing me to really treat her asshole to a good tongue-bathing. The only taste and smell were her womanly juices and the lotion she had used. I continued attacking that tight hole with my tongue, occasionally stiffening my tongue and pressing it against her rosebud.
After a few minutes, she relaxed enough so that my tongue actually went past her tight sphincter a little. I kept at it until her body once again stiffened and started shaking. And, like before, my chin and chest were covered in her juices. It wasn’t as much as last time, and her orgasm wasn’t quite as intense, but it was obviously still a good one for her.
It was good for me too. I had been with several women in my life, and I never got tired of going down on them. Plus, I had gained a lot of experience over the years and knew what I was doing. Even though all women were different (some were anti-fingers, some only could come by being fingered, some loved the analingus I did, others were disgusted by it and had me stop), I was still pretty good at reading their reactions and focusing on what was needed to give them an orgasm.
Being older, after all, has its benefits.
She had her head lying on my thigh, her breathing rapid and her fist still clenched around my cock. “No one has ever done that to me before. It is kind of gross, though, correct?”
I chuckled a bit. “Gross? No, You’re very clean and all. Although I do admit that’s usually something I only do in the shower or hot tub or something.” I gave her inner thigh a couple of kisses, then went on. “But it was just too irresistible. You have a perfect ass.” I leaned up to plant another kiss right on her rosebud, eliciting another yelp.
“Really? I think my bum is bit too big. It is bigger than any of the women in my family.” She laughed a little. " She sighed. “I cannot believe you got me to orgasm so hard. Twice. That has never happened to me.”
“Too big? Nope.” I squeezed her cheeks in my hands. “Your ass is firm and absolutely gorgeous.” I kissed each of her moons in turn, then started back toward her pussy, kissing lightly all the way.
“Oh! No,” she said, as she climbed off of me. “I am going to focus on you now. And I cannot do that with you working magic on me.” She laid down next to me and once again took my cock in her hand, leaning over to bring it to her mouth.
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funfox
This is so nice and exciting.
Always love a good massage that escalates into something steamier in bed. 2 slimy bodies sliding against each other is an awesome out of this planet feeling.
TS gave her 2 big “O” already, so hopefully she reciprocates with equal zest to see him blast his armies in or on her 💦
Thanks for the support. Yup I think we can ratchet it up a notch or two
If brothers like the story . . . would be nice to receive some up in points. No obligation of course. TYI.
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Done! Upzz you.
Don’t keep us in suspense too long so please continue
Yes bro and thanks.
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foxxing
What an awesome story. Hope to read more soon.
Thanks bro. New instalment coming soon
Oh yes, where were we………
Being older, after all, has its benefits.
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“Umm…Juriah?”
“Yah?” she managed in between slurps along my shaft.
“Um, I don’t want to ruin anything here, but, um…how far are we taking this?”
She looked up at me, a confused expression on her face. Then, she realized what I was asking. “You mean will this go further?” I nodded. “Well, I was hoping we would be making love. I have never even seen a penis this thick before,” she said, giving it another squeeze.
Really? I wasn’t small, but I was only about 5 3/4" long. I did know I was quite thick though. But still; I wasn’t usually the biggest guy a girl had ever been with.
“But what about–”
“Ahmad? Like I said, we have a unique relationship. He is a good catch but says he will wait for sex after we marry. I’ve had several relationships, but he does not want to know details. He sure as hell does not know that I planned to seduce you.” With that, she took me in her mouth again, this time looking up at me with those big brown eyes.
Groaning, I reached down to pull her chin up a bit, pulling my cock out of her warm mouth. After a few seconds to calm down, I asked her, “I take it you’ve never been with an older guy?” She shook her head. “Well, one thing to know is the older a guy gets, the less likely there’s a multi-orgasm evening.” I grinned. “Don’t get me wrong. I believe I’ll be able to get it up again after I come, but it’s not a guarantee.”
“Oh,” she said. “I did not know that. OK, do you mind if we make love then? I still want you in my mouth, but we can have sex for a while, correct?” She didn’t even wait for a response, climbing on top of me. Holding my cock with one hand, she guided me into her steamy box and started slowly lowering herself down, loudly moaning the entire time. She stopped with about half of my length in her and leaned down to rest her head on my chest. “Just let me adjust a little, OK? Your cock is so thick.”
“Yes, of course,” I breathed out. “Just go at your own pace.” I was just concentrating on not coming. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt a pussy so tight. And her pussy was wet and hot. I could actually feel my cock throbbing inside her throbbing tight sheath. It was almost uncomfortable, but it felt amazing at the same time. It was like a gloved hand was squeezing me.
After several minutes of her lying on top of me, she lifted up a bit. She sat upright, placing her hands on my chest. Slowly, she lowered herself more, taking another inch of my cock inside her. “Oh, Sayang, I feel so full. I never imagined anything would feel so good.” She rocked her hips a bit, slowly fucking me. “I do not know if I can get all of you in me, but…” she trailed off, again lowering her head to my chest. She shuddered a little and grew still.
After a moment, she raised up again and lowered herself further, taking the final couple of inches inside. Her eyes grew wide, and she opened her mouth in a silent scream. “Oh, no! I cannot believe I have it all,” she finally got out. I could feel her juices on my balls.
She was still for a few more minutes, just getting used to my dick. Then, she started rocking back and forth a little, slowly at first before increasing her pace. I reached up to grab those perfect tits, pinching and pulling at her nipples. I kept my eyes on her face the entire time, gauging her reaction to see what she liked and what she didn’t.
Even with her eyes shut in concentration, her face was animated enough to read her reactions. Surprisingly, she seemed to enjoy it most when I was the roughest with her, really tugging at her hard nipples. Taking that cue, I lifted up so I could take her right nipple in my mouth. Still tugging and twisting her left nipple with my hand, I started gently biting and pulling at her other nipple with my teeth. If I had any concern about being too rough or hurting her, she immediately allayed those fears when she reached up and pulled my head tighter into her chest. She then became a bit vocal.
“Oh, yes. Please bite them. Pull them. Please do not stop.” She continued pulling me into her chest, painfully tugging at my hair. Her movements became increasingly frantic, raising and lowering herself on my cock, fucking it in and out of her tight pussy. The room was filled with the squishy sounds of my cock fucking her incredibly wet pussy, the smacking of my lips on her nipples, and her increasing groans.
Suddenly, her body went stiff once again, and her mouth opened into a silent scream. Her pussy got even tighter and squeezed down on my cock. My stomach and balls were then coated with her juices.
After her orgasm, she collapsed on top of me, her breathing heavy but slowly calming down. She remained on top of me for a few minutes, then rolled off to collapse next to me, my cock disengaging from her with a wet slurp. She lay like that for several more minutes, her arm draped across my chest and her head buried in my shoulder. She finally looked up at me, those captivating brown eyes brighter than normal.
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“I am sorry, Martin. I need a little break. No one has ever…um…ever…you know…”
“Been fucked by you like that?” I finished for her.
Her face coloured at my choice of words, the blush reaching her chest. “Yes, made love to me like that” she agreed.
I chuckled. “Well, technically, I didn’t. You were doing all of the work. Trust me. When I’m in control, it’ll be even more intense but short-lived. And I might hurt you.”
Her eyes widened a bit and her pupils dilated. “Will it hurt?” she asked softly. I reached over and tenderly touched her cheek. “Oh, Juriah. No, I won’t hurt you. We can go at your pace.” She closed her eyes and was silent, once again lying her head down on my shoulder. After a few seconds, she quietly asked, “No. I meant will you be rough with me…please?”
Whoa. OK, that made sense why she came so hard once I started really pinching, biting, and pulling her nipples. She got off on pain, at least a little. I wasn’t really into hurting women, but I had been with a few that enjoyed being spanked and roughly fucked. So, I hoped I could give her what she wanted.
“Well, I’ll do whatever you want to try. What is your fantasy? Knowing your desires will help.”
She raised her head again, looking at me but not saying anything for a minute. Finally, “It has been a long time since I had sex. I do have…fantasies that I want to try.”
Wait. That made no sense. Why had it been so long since she had sex? So, I asked her.
“What do you mean it’s been a long time? Don’t you and Ahmad–”
She cut me off. “Oh! I should not have said that.” She blew out a breath. “OK. I am going to tell you something, but you have to promise to not tell anybody.”
“OK. I promise.” I held up a three-fingered salute. She furrowed her brow in confusion. “Sorry,” I explained. “Boy Scout salute. It means I won’t tell another living soul.”
She chewed on her lower lip for a few seconds, obviously struggling with divulging a secret. Finally, “Ahmad and I are getting married but do not misunderstand,” she went on quickly. “We love each other very much. But his family is very religious, and he sees sex outside marriage as haram - sinful.”
That made me feel a somewhat weirded out. better. In the back of my mind, I was still struggling with having sex with a beautiful woman that had a boyfriend. Now that wasn’t a problem.
She settled back down, once again lying her head on my chest. We were quiet for a while before I finally broke the silence. “So, about these fantasies?” I prodded.
She looked up at me again before returning her head to my chest. Finally, she asked, “How would you describe me at work?”
I was a little confused. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, how would you describe me in meetings or on teams?”
I thought about that. “Hmm. I guess I would describe you as knowledgeable and passionate about the work.”
She chuckled a bit. “Yes. Exactly. As an Asian woman–or a woman in general–I have been taught to be take charge only when it is needed.”
I considered that. She was right. Although we had many women in management at work, business was still a very male dominated society. “Well, that makes sense. And I believe you would be good at it.” She was quiet for a while again. “But I do not want to be that way with you. I want to be–what is word– umm…” I didn’t have a clue where she was going with this. “Girlfriend?” I ventured.
“No. I mean, yes but I want be yours completely…” She blew out a sigh, her moist breath blowing past my chest, giving me goosebumps. “I mean, in the bedroom. I want to be your–I do not know the word for someone that does what she is told…”
Shocked, I just blurted out, “slave? You want me to take control? Remembering she probably didn’t know what that meant, I expanded. “You mean you want to be submissive in the bedroom? Is that it?” I could tell she was blushing again, actually feeling the heat from her face on my chest. “Yes,” she finally answered softly.
I was still shocked but had been here before. I knew what the first step should be. “I guess the first thing we need is a safe word for you. Do you know what that is?” I asked. “Is that a word I can use when I want you to stop? I read that in 50 Shades….”
I thought about that horrid novel that was published the previous year and had broken all sorts of records for a fiction title. 50 Shades of Grey had a lot to answer for if it was turning young Asian women on to BDSM.
“Ok that’s what a safe word is. You want to be able to say ’no’ as part of the fantasy, without actually meaning ’no.’ So, the safe word allows you to let your partner know when they’ve gone too far. It’s especially important if the physicality adds some sort of pain to the mix. I’m almost three times your size, at least in weight. It would be easy to actually injure you, and I don’t want that.”
As I said that I realized that this was not what I signed up for earlier that evening. How do I go from being roommates so having a fuck buddy submissive in a blink of the eye? I mean I did not regret it but at the same time I wondered whether this was going to have a happy ending or not. Somehow my mind was telling me that this was not right, but my little cock head was telling me otherwise.
All the while, I was stroking her hair. Mini-me, which had gone soft, started stirring a bit at this new development. “It would also be nice if you can give me some kind of idea of what you want. I mean, there are some women that want to be hog-tied, restrained or whipped and I’m no prude, but that sweetheart is new territory for me.”
She looked up at me. “No, I do not want to be whipped or tied up. I mean, maybe someday but not now. What is ‘hog-tied’?” She straightened up, still lying on her side but now leaning her head on her propped up hand. “Mostly, I just want you to tell me what to do. To take charge and just…take me. I have always wanted that but did not trust anyone before.” She closed her eyes briefly at that, shuddered, and then looked at me with a crooked grin. “You have kind eyes”.
My emotions were immediately polarizing. I wanted to laugh at her response. And I was nervous I’d fuck this up. But I settled with a grin of my own and said, “Well good to know. And just that we understand each other – I don’t want to be dominated in any sense at all. Still that safe word is important.” My face turned serious. “Juriah, I want you to know that I really like you, and the last thing in the world I want to do is hurt or scare you. So please tell me when I am pushing too much.”
Knowing this would be well received, I once again pushed the conversation in the direction of project management, our specialty. “OK, so let’s go through this. You want me to tell you what to do? Do you mean like what position I want you in for sex?”
A bit flushed, she nodded. “And you want me to treat you kind of degrading?” Her brow furrowed again in confusion. “What?” “Oh. Sorry.” I thought for a moment. “Like, call you names and fuck you like a fuck toy?” The flush deepened. She breathed out, “Yes.”
“OK. We can start with that. Just please let me know if I go too far.” I thought of something else. “I assume you have an actual fantasy. Can you share that with me?” I figured if she gave me a specific fantasy, it would help me understand her limits. Or at least give me an idea of where I should go.
“I ummm…” She chewed on her lip again for a minute. “I have this fantasy. Where you are sitting over there,” she pointed to the desk where our computers sat, “in a teleconference. All the while, even while speaking, you have one hand on the back of my head, guiding me while I am under the desk giving you oral pleasure.” She shuddered again, this time with excitement. “Even after you orgasm, you make me keep going the entire meeting.”
I wanted to laugh out loud. Well, that was hot but nowhere as BDSM as I feared she was into. And I was happy she didn’t want too much. That was a tremendous relief. I wasn’t naturally dominant, so my role playing in that area was decidedly weak as fuck. I was good with spanking an ass and talking trash, but I didn’t have any experience with the more extreme stuff. “OK, what is your safe word?”
She thought for a second. “How about ‘Sushi?’ I don’t really like sushi so I will always remember that.”
“Fine. ‘sushi’ it is. If you say that word, I will stop whatever I’m doing and make sure you’re OK. Sound good?”
“Yes.” Her breathing increased a bit once again, and I recognized the tell-tale signs of her slipping into character. “I am a little scared now. What do you plan to do to me?”
She may have said she was scared, but her dilated pupils, heaving and flushed chest and hardened nipples told me she was completely turned on. I felt my cock stirring as I looked at her and imagined giving her what she wanted. What she needed.
I was thinking though. Juriah was different from other women I’d fucked. It’s tough to pin down. Most of the women I had dated from work were more forward, but they’d also been friends for a while before I dated any of them. The last girl I’d dated, Veronica, had fit right in when a bunch of us went out to have a few beers. After only a short time, she was flirting with me openly. It hadn’t been a huge surprise when she pulled me aside and told me she wanted me to take her home and fuck her silly.
With Juriah, it had been shocking just hearing her tell me she was submissive. Hell, the whole massage and sex so far had been shocking. It just seemed out of character for her, and I could tell she’d been a bit reluctant to even bring up her desires. I guess her nervousness made her seem vulnerable, and that just turned me on more. It also made me look at her differently. Before, I had always liked her, but she had seemed very prim and proper most of the time. I’d found her attractive but hadn’t really considered her as someone I could have linked up with let alone be interested in me.
It wasn’t like I thought of her as a virgin or anything, but she seemed like someone I saw as a fellow colleague. And now…she wanted me to dominate her? It was arousing to contemplate; I just wasn’t sure she really understood what she was asking me to do to her.
But she wanted to explore that side of herself, and I suddenly found myself really wanting to please her. I wasn’t sure where to start, but I knew I had to start slow. “Ae you ready you little slut for some cock?” She nodded. “That depends on how well you behave and do what you’re told." She gasped at that, and her breathing got even heavier. “Are you even wet, you little cunt?”
Another gasp. “Y-y-yes.” “OK then show me.”
She spread her legs a bit, raising the one on top. Even though I could tell she was aroused by her scent, I wanted to push her boundaries. When she was fucking me, it was good. But I wanted to see how far I could take her.
“Aren’t you a little brown slut?” Another gasp. “No, slut. I said show me!!” Confused, she stammered “I, um…how…?”
“Stick your hand down there and show me if you’re wet!” I spat. Her eyes widened again, but after only a brief pause, she reached down and stuck a finger inside herself. This elicited a slight moan from her. She fucked herself a few times before pulling her finger out and showing me. Her index finger was absolutely doused.
“Good, slut. Now, clean it off.” She started to lower her hand to the sheets to wipe herself off, but I stopped her. “No! Do a good job, slut! Clean it off properly. Stick it in your mouth and clean it off. Now! And tell me how it tastes!”
She sucked in another breath and stared at me wide-eyed. For a brief moment, I thought I had gone too far, but she quickly popped that finger between those sensually thick lips and into her mouth. She actually closed her eyes and started moaning as she sucked her finger clean. Fuck was that hot!
After a very thorough job, she finally pulled her finger from her mouth and opened her eyes, focusing again on me. “All done. Did I do OK, sir?”
Holy shit! She was definitely showing a submissive side. ‘Sir?’ She had called me that at work in the beginning (as well as every other man at work, with the women getting ‘maam’), but we put a quick end to that formality.
She was going to be a wild one, I thought. Maintaining my composure (barely), I asked, “Was it good, my pet? Did you enjoy the taste?”
“Yes,” she breathed out.
“Good. You better love that taste because from now on, after I fuck that tight little pussy of yours, you’ll be cleaning me off with your mouth. If you don’t do a thorough job, you’ll be punished.” Her pupils dilated again at the thought of being punished, so I egged it on. “And, if you do a good job, you will also be punished.”
If possible, she looked even more turned on. “Y-y-yes, sir. I understand. I will do as I am told. I promise to be an obedient…slut…for you.”
Hearing her say ‘slut,’ maybe the first dirty word I had ever heard her utter, had me rock hard. “Good. Very good. Now, I think it’s time that I showed you what getting fucked is all about. Assume the position.”
“How…what position, sir?” She was actually trembling. From fear or excitement, I didn’t know. But it was unmistakable.
“Get used to being on your knees when we’re alone. You’ll either be on them with my cock in your mouth or on them with me behind you, fucking your pussy or ass.” I wasn’t sure if that was going overboard, but she merely turned away and brought herself up on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. “Like this, sir?” she asked over her shoulder.
I got behind her, admiring her gorgeous ass once again. “Almost, my pet. Head down though. That puts your ass higher in the air, where it belongs.” She immediately dropped her head down, pushing her ass up higher, which accentuated her gorgeous curves.
While I was inspecting her gorgeous holes again, running my finger up and down her slit and up to her tight little asshole, she said breathlessly, “Are…are you going to put your, um…penis in my bum, sir?”
Sighing, I pulled back a bit. “Get up, slut and get over here.”
She got up, looking a little upset, like I was actually mad at her. “Did I do something to displease you?”
“I said come here. Next to me.” She quickly sat on the edge of the bed next to me on my right side. I reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair at the back. She gasped again and looked at me with wide eyes. I then forced her head down into my lap. “Open up, slut.” She quickly opened her mouth and took the head of my cock inside. She tried bobbing up and down a bit, but I tugged at her hair and started guiding her movements, fucking a couple of inches inside her mouth. Based on her previous ministrations, I could tell she wasn’t used to taking much in her mouth. I had to hold myself back from forcing her head down further; I didn’t want to make her gag.
Still using her hair to guide her movements, I pulled her back up to where I could look her in the eye. She winced at the roughness I used but didn’t say anything.
“What is that that was in your slut mouth, my pet?”
“It is your penis–Oh!” She squealed out as I once again forced her mouth down on my organ.
“No slut. It isn’t a penis.” I fucked her mouth a few more times before once again pulling her head up. “Try again, slut. What is it?”
“Ah!” She gave a little scream as I roughly tugged her hair. “It is your…cock. Oh!” She squeaked as I once again pushed her head down to my crotch and began fucking her mouth.
“Good, slut. Yes, that is my cock. Get to know it, my pet. You’ll be servicing it every day we’re together.” I continued guiding her movements while she sucked on me. Although I had my hand wrapped around a lock of her hair while pressing on the back of her head, I very much let her be in charge.
After a few minutes of this, I roughly pulled her up again. “And where does my cock belong?”
“In…in my mouth, sir.”
“Where else?”
“In…in my…pussy, sir.”
Whoa. My dick gave another lurch at her saying ‘pussy.’
“That’s right, slut. In your tight little pussy. And where else?”
“In my…ass.”
Dammit! It had to have been some sort of medical miracle that I hadn’t blown my load yet. But I stayed in character.
“Correct, my pet. Have you ever been fucked in that gorgeous ass of yours?”
“N-n-no.”
Guiding her back down, I said, “Always a first time for everything, slut. I’m going to enjoy taking that sweet asshole of yours. Who knows? You might actually learn to enjoy it.” I laughed a bit at that while she whimpered around my cock.
After a few more minutes of her sucking me, I lifted her head up again. “OK, back into position, slut.”
She quickly moved back to the centre of the bed, face down with her ass up in the air. Getting behind her again, I looked at her swampy pussy. Jesus! She had gotten even wetter. Her inner thighs by her mound were glistening with her moisture, and I could see a drop of her juice running down each thigh.
At first, my plan was to slowly enter her and let her get used to my size again. But I was turned on beyond control. I got into position, grabbed her hips and slammed my full length inside her. This caused her to suck in another breath and I immediately felt bad. But then she started pushing back against me, grinding her ass back on my stomach. Taking the hint, I strengthened my grip on her hips and began fucking her. Hard. Very hard, actually. We had been playing around and fucking for a while now, and I still hadn’t come. My balls almost hurt from needing release.
I kept fucking her aggressively. Looking down, I could see her ass was red from smacking against my stomach. I could see the whiteness on her hips where my hands were tightly gripping her, as well as her juices gathering at the base of my cock. She was moaning and squealing the entire time. After almost ten minutes of pounding her as hard as I could, she stiffened again and coated my cock and thighs with her frothy juices. Relieved I had made her come again, I pulled out and stood up on the bed.
“Turn around, slut, and get ready,” I growled.
She gasped, spun around and opened her mouth to take my cock in. It was obvious she wanted me to come in her mouth, but I wanted to see if I could push her further. I grabbed her hair with one hand and stroked my cock with the other, keeping it away from her mouth, which she started to close.
“Keep that mouth open,” I admonished. “Look up at me.”
Oh jeez. As soon as she looked up at my face, those eyes pushed me over the edge. I was already impossibly turned on, but seeing those eyes smouldering with undisguised lust…that was all I could take! I lost it.
I started firing cum onto her face. She closed her eyes just in time, as I absolutely painted her beautiful face, getting cum on her forehead, across her closed right eye, on her nose and finally shooting the rest into her open mouth. She mewled and tried to pull herself closer.
As soon as I loosened my grip on her hair, she dove on my cock, slurping on the head and sucking every bit of semen from me she could. After that, she used my cock to wipe all over her face, gathering more cum which she noisily slurped down.
She couldn’t take much of me in her mouth, so she began licking the sides of my shaft and my balls, dutifully cleaning me up. Finally, she sat back and used her fingers to retrieve the rest of my cum from her face and licked it off. I collapsed on the bed, completely spent for the time being. I couldn’t remember a stronger orgasm I had ever had.
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Reminds me back with my Malay FB, although not as good figure as Ju, but Malay girls are wild on bed.
Hope to see TS give Ju a good creampie soon.
Working on it
From our last…..
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As soon as I loosened my grip on her hair, she dove on my cock, slurping on the head and sucking every bit of semen from me she could. After that, she used my cock to wipe all over her face, gathering more cum which she noisily slurped down. She couldn’t take much of me in her mouth, so she began licking the sides of my shaft and my balls, dutifully cleaning me up. Finally, she sat back and used her fingers to retrieve the rest of my cum from her face and licked it off. I collapsed on the bed, completely spent for the time being. I couldn’t remember a stronger orgasm I had ever had.
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She looked down at me and started giggling. “Mmmm. That was wonderful, Sayang. Thank you.”
I opened one eye halfway and gave her a weak grin. “Thank me? Wow, no. Thank you. I’ve never come so hard. You are so sexy.” I started reaching for her, but she quickly got up.
“I will be back in a moment,” she said as she headed for the bathroom. I heard water running for a few minutes before she reappeared. “Sorry,” she said, as she rejoined me on the bed. “I wanted to wash my face and brush my teeth. We have not even kissed yet.”
I was surprised at that. She was right! We had done a lot together, but I hadn’t even had the decency to kiss her. Time to remedy that. I grabbed her hand and pulled her down to me. She leaned in, and our lips brushed briefly. She pulled back a little and looked at me, an unmistakable look of affection in her bright brown eyes. Then, she leaned back in, closed her eyes and melted into a kiss. Wow. I may have sensed a bit of lack of experience in sex, but there was no lack of experience in that kiss. In fact, it may have been the best kiss I had ever had. It just felt…right.
I placed my right hand on the back of her head, pulling her in tighter. She whimpered into my mouth and kissed me even fiercer. My left hand then made its way to her back, sensually running it down to cup her ass. She shifted, once again straddling me while never breaking the kiss, our tongues battling each other. Her hands brought me up to a sitting position as she maintained her position on top. They roamed along my back, occasionally pulling me in tighter.
Damn! I was getting hard again. But, before I could do anything about it, she pulled back and looked at me again. “You know, you need to shower again.” She saw my puzzled look and quickly added, “No! You don’t stink or anything. It is the oil I used. You should wash it off.”
I sighed, but then got a mischievous grin on my face. “Understood. But, you know, I can’t really wash my back very easily. If only there were a way for someone to join me and wash my back.”
She gave a throaty chuckle. “Oh, that was my plan all along. Come along, Sayang, let me wash you off.”
With that, we headed for the bathroom and started the shower. We both climbed in, and I pulled her in for another kiss. She had grabbed the soap and a wash towel and started cleaning my back while we fooled around. She ran her hands down my back to grab my ass, squeezing it gently. I broke off from her lips so I could continue kissing down her chin to her neck. I gently kissed, nibbled, and sucked on her svelte neck, careful to not leave any marks.
She continued washing me off, running the soapy wash towel over my chest and down to my stomach. She then dropped to her knees and began washing my legs and feet. After both legs were thoroughly cleaned, she ran her hand up my thigh and rubbed my aching and emptied balls. She looked up at me and licked her lips before taking my hard cock back into her mouth. She moved her hands to my ass and began pulling me in deeper. She was still only able to take about half of my cock in her mouth but that was actually more than she had done earlier. She bobbed back and forth, blowing me for a minute. Then, she released me and blew out a frustrated breath before standing up.
“I am sorry. I want to be able to take all of you in my mouth, but I can’t.”
I held her to me. “Patience, Juriah. You’ll get there.” I separated from her, still holding her shoulders, “Now, I think it’s my turn to wash you off.”
With that, I took the cloth and soap and washed her entire body, running my hands over her sensually. We started kissing again as I moved my hands to her back, washing her back and ass. Once cleaned, I pulled back again and gave her another grin. Without a word, I spun her around and dropped to my knees. I began kissing her ass cheeks, gently biting them every now and then. I then moved to run my tongue along her crack. She took the hint and bent over at the waist, exposing herself to me. She braced herself with her hands against the back of the shower wall.
I didn’t waste any time teasing her. My tongue went right to her puckered asshole, and I began licking all around that tight hole. I moved my tongue down to her pussy every now and then but always returned to her sphincter. I really made love to her ass with my mouth, her moaning and pushing back against me the entire time. At one point, she even reached back and pulled my head into her ass, smothering me between those perfect globes. She then surprised me by pulling away briefly and reaching outside the shower. When her hand returned, it was holding a bottle of lubricant.
She handed me the lube and said, “Here. Get my bum ready.”
Whoa. She really wanted me to fuck her ass? “Ummm. I don’t know, Juriah. You’re pretty tight and small. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I want to be hurt, at least a little. I am not asking you to just take me now. I would like some–what is the word? Foreplay? I want you to be gentle, but I want to do this now, so that you can really take me later when we are role playing. When you thrust into me earlier, you really hammered me. I have never been made love to that hard or rough, and I loved it! I want you to be able to do that to my bum if you want.”
I wasn’t going to argue. I really wanted her ass; I just didn’t want to hurt her. I looked at the lube. She had obviously planned for this. The lubricant was not water-based, which I knew from experience worked in the shower just fine.
I returned to kissing and licking her tight rosebud, making her start to groan and grind back against me again. After a while, I popped the top of the lube and leaned back from her ass. I poured a little at the top of her crack and watched it run down to her ass hole. I poured more on my hand and rubbed it into my right index finger, making sure it was very slick. I pressed the tip of my finger against that tight hole and applied a bit of pressure.
“Are you ready? I’m going to start stretching your tight little asshole with my fingers.”
“Yes,” she breathed out.
With that, I returned my attention to the task at hand. I pressed against her hole harder, until the tip of my finger popped past her sphincter. This earned me a gasp from her, but if I had any doubts what she wanted, she removed them. She began pushing back against my finger, taking it all the way in in one slow push.
“Oh, wow! I cannot believe how that feels.” She gasped.
“Does it hurt?”
She thought for a moment. “A little uncomfortable. No. It feels…different. Like I am full or something. It feels better as the longer you go on, though. Please. Keep going.”
Slowly, I started withdrawing my finger before pushing it back in just as slowly. I did this a few times and added more lube. I then started fingering her ass quicker, causing her to groan. After a few minutes of this, her asshole relaxed a bit and allowed me to increase the pace.
“This is so different from my pussy, more, please, Sayang” she begged. “Please. It feels so good.”
I didn’t know if ‘more’ meant faster or she wanted another finger. I chose the latter. Taking my finger out, I applied more lube to my hand, coating my index and middle fingers with a lot of the stuff. I then pressed both fingers against her ass and asked, “You ready for a second finger?”
“Yes. … Yes,” she panted out. She didn’t even wait for me to start. She just took charge, pushing herself back onto my fingers. After a moment, both fingers broke through. “Oh!” She stopped moving for a few moments, breathing deep. Finally, she said, “OK. I am ready for more.”
With that, I repeated my earlier ministrations, slowly sliding both fingers in until I had them buried all the way in her tight ass. I slowly pulled them out and added more lube. Once soaked with the lube, I slid them back in and started fucking her ass with both fingers, slowly increasing my pace until I was once again giving her a vigorous finger fucking. I also used my other hand to manipulate her clit, rubbing it rapidly with my thumb. I briefly considered slipping a couple of fingers into her pussy but thought that may be too much.
After several minutes of this, I withdrew both fingers and added even more lube. I positioned my fingers at her backdoor, this time including my ring finger. “Ready for three, Juriah?”
“Oh, yes,” she murmured. “Yes, please. I cannot believe how good this feels. Stretch me more, please.” With that, she once again took charge, backing up on my fingers until all three entered that tight orifice. As before, she stopped once the tips were in, breathing deep. Once she adjusted, she pushed back until my fingers were buried inside.
I again gave her a few moments to get used to the feeling before slowly sliding my fingers in and out, adding more lube. I also returned my thumb to her clit, gently rubbing her, eliciting more moans. The moaning got more intense as I started fucking her ass with all three fingers, again building the momentum until I was rapidly finger fucking her.
After about five minutes, she moaned out, “OK. I am ready. Please take my bum.”
I stood up, withdrawing my fingers, which caused her to gasp again. “Want to move to the bed? It’s more comfortable.”
“No. No, please. I need it now.” As if to emphasize that need, she moved her right hand from the shower wall to her right butt cheek and spread it open, maintaining her balance with her left hand only.
To be continued
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