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Jason’s friends (the couple) was together with them on the taxi; and
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She was requested to sit on Jason’s lap even though there was a perfectly good middle seat available.
Note: After reading stories for a while, I had gotten sick of how long some of these blockbusters may get (personal preference), so decided to write some shorter stories that can probably be finished in one go. Hope you’ll enjoy it!
Rendezvous
“Here.” came the command from the voice in the shadows.
Y looked around. It was indeed quite dark, although it is pretty hard to get a truly hidden spot on a road in Singapore given how illuminated roads generally are. This is probably as dark as it gets as cars of different shapes and sizes continued to zip and dash on their way, just across the main road from where Y was standing.
In front of her stood a luxurious black minivan, typically for ferrying pop stars and VIPs with windows tinted so dark that outsiders could not see what’s within. Y similarly could not see anything inside despite standing right next to it on the kerb. The black minivan also conveniently obstructed her view of the main road just beyond, which thankfully obstructed the view from the main road of her.
“This is as good as I’m going to get” Y thought to herself.
Silently, Y slipped off her thin, satin shoulder straps, causing her slender and smooth black dress to cascade down her curves onto the floor. She stepped out of it, unsteady in her black stilettos, showing her snow white skin and her matching black lingerie.
Bending over to undo her heels, Y also unclasped her bra and tugged off her briefs, leaving every single piece of clothing she had on her on the ground, becoming somewhat conscious of her own nudity in public.
Especially when she knew the voice that commanded her was recording every second of it, even if she also knew that it would be purposefully angled such that her face won’t be seen.
Stepping away from her possessions, Y felt the rough gravel beneath her soft, creamy bare skin before the door of the black van finally slid open, allowing Y entry.
The leather seats were spacious and comfortable as Y seated herself into the nearest before the van door closed automatically after her.
In the darkness, the leather on Y’s unprotected skin felt somewhat comforting.
Y’s eyes barely adjusted to the dim setting, herself unable to see the driver even from the rear-view mirror as the van drove away.
Y wondered how much of her clothes would still be left in the same spot later, even if she knew she ought to worry about what lies ahead…
…
Three hours later, Y stepped out of the black minivan at the same spot she boarded. She was somewhat surprised that her dress and bra was still around, decent enough for the trip home. This time the van didn’t bother waiting for her however, driving away as soon as the doors shut behind Y, leaving her to be feasted upon by any eyes looking her way.
Y hurriedly dressed and left, another night of work done and dusted.
This is, Y is forced to admit, her life now.
The Halloween Haunt
X looked into the reflection of herself in the mirror. She looked ridiculous.
For any event, any occasion, any career.
But here she was. And she knew she was going to do it.
Grabbing her black devil horns headband and her orange and black pumpkin container she stepped out of her room into the corridor. The whole place buzzed with activity, alive with a pulse that seems to emanate on the very pavement X was standing on.
X felt alive too, her heart racing as she set out.
…
*knock knock. “Trick or treat!” X exclaimed cheerfully as the door came ajar.
“Hel- Whaaa?” the man stuttered. It was not the first time his door was knocked upon that night, many having gone round doing the same thing. But the visitor this time was vastly different.
Sure, many have claimed that Halloween was simply an excuse for ordinary girls to dress slutty for one day and get away with it, but he sure wasn’t expecting this.
The girl standing at his doorstep had horns atop her head, her fingers hooked onto the handle of what appeared to be an orange pumpkin container, but that’s where the usual stopped and the bizarre begin.
Unashamed, the girl who he recognised as a resident a floor down was wearing a full-body fishnet suit, black lines perforated with opening all throughout her body, leaving nothing to the imagination. In fact, her brown nipples were clearly showing through the holes and her trimmed bush was out for all to see.
“May I come in?” the girl asked shyly.
“Sur.. Suree…” the man replied. He was about to get lucky.
…
15 minutes later, X walked out of the first room she knocked on, a bitter aftertaste in her mouth. She was back in her attire, albeit it being a little more torn for easier access. X kind of liked the way encompassed everything, yet hid nothing, although a part of her was a little sad that it had to be ripped a little so she could remain in it the whole time.
Barefooted, for the attire allowed no shoes, X came into contact with the cold hard ground. Her heart still pumped away as a drop of perspiration coalesced on her brow from the cardio she just had.
Calming herself down, X took 5 steps down the hall and knocked.
“Trick or treat!” she greeted.
This time, three men stared in wide-eyed shock when the door opened.
“This is going to be a fun one” X thought, tossing her orange pumpkin container in the corner as she took the initiative and stepped forward, swinging the door close behind herself while the three hallmates stood rooted to the ground, their jaws on the floor.
“Shall we do this sequentially, or simultaneously?” X asked, to no one in particular as the door clasped shut.
After all, the night was long and full of Halloween horrors and she was only on her second…
The Houdini
“It’s all coming together” Henry thought.
Finally!
He had read it on literotica, sex forums, watched it on adult videos sites and whatnot. And now he’s convinced he can do it.
It had taken him weeks and months for the plan to form, edging away at inconsistencies, scenario-planning, emergencies. Coordinating the set-up in order to be perfect.
Subtly, Henry had even been training his girlfriend Wren for it, although he made sure she was none the wiser.
Tonight was the night.
The excitement Henry felt was so tangible that it could leap out of his body any moment but Henry knew he had to hold it in. Had to hold it in to prevent Wren from suspecting anything as they checked into the same budget hotel for the umpteenth time this month.
Wren, for her part, felt the bustling excitement reasonating from Henry beside her as they went through the usual procedures.
Nothing seemed particularly amiss. After all, which girlfriend would mind seeing a little enthusiasm from her partner that she was about to part her legs for right?
Upon reaching the assigned lodging on the second floor, Henry shoved Wren hard inside and begin quickly. Passionate hands and breaths were felt everywhere even before the door swung shut behind them.
“I wanna tie you up and fuck you senseless from behind again” Henry whispered in Wren’s ear.
Henry’s statement turned her insides into mush as memories of the previous times they did that surfaced in her mind.
Offering her wrists behind her back playfully, Wren stood patiently as knot after knot secured her fate.
As the cloth closed over her eyes, Wren realised that her clothes were still on, albeit a little rumpled from the action earlier, which was strange but not altogether surprising.
A beastly ravaging was what Wren anticipated from that, and little did she know how right she was.
“Let me get the condom” Wren heard Henry call out as he walked away from her. She wriggled her fingers, trying to get herself comfortable as the anticipation built. Sometimes Wren felt this was the best part of the foreplay.
Helpless, blind, vulnerable. Not knowing the exact second she was to be used.
Except Wren usually does. Henry is not that silent after all.
Nudging Wren’s legs apart with his feet, Henry rubbed his hands in glee as his leg swept the stocking-covered legs wide apart. Wren does not suspect a thing. Henry has become unbelievably hard at what he was about to do that he could barely put on the condom properly.
But first, he has to play his part.
Lifting Wren’s black pencil skirt upwards and sliding aside her skin-coloured underwear, Henry eased himself into her from the back, earning a sensual moan from the standing Wren.
His palm closed over one of Wren’s breasts, still hidden beneath her white office blouse and her skin-coloured bra. With each thrust, Henry nudged Wren into taking a step.
Wren could only comply, suspecting that Henry was about to place her right in front of the mirror so he could fuck her senseless like he promised.
She was wrong. Though not by much.
Wren’s hands came into contact with flat glass, and she thought she hit bingo.
But Henry quickly burst that bubble.
“I’m going to fuck you in front of the window Wren. Let the whole street see what a horny bitch you are.” Henry exclaimed as he released the top two buttons of Wren’s blouse.
“Nooo… Uungh- ” Wren’s protests were cut short as Henry tilted her face back and engaged her in a passionate tongue fight.
His hand stayed busy, wrenching the right side of Wren’s blouse and her bra strap down, exposing her right shoulder in front of the window. He next peeled back her bra cup, exposing Wren’s right breast to any down below and kneaded it hard.
The helplessness and exploited aspect of the act drove Wren crazy as she clamped down hard, causing Henry to groan out loud at how tight she’d become.
A tensed thrust later, Henry announced that he had unfortunately come, but he wasn’t done.
They still had time after all and Wren was to stay right there as he put on another condom.
Wet with anticipation, Wren stood by the window obediently, feeling kinky at how she was exposing herself while she waited for her boyfriend to fuck her.
It took several minutes, but Wren gasped once again when she was filled fully.
“Henry sure recovered fast this time” Wren thought as a hard rod mercilessly pounded into her.
Naughty hands begin to pluck away at her clothes again, until Wren was cleanly topless, her hands still behind her back and her nipples smashing right into the glass window with each plunge.
Wren was moaning at the top of her lungs when her blindfold was lifted and the body behind her pressed her tightly against the window, the organ within her reaching delightful depths. A strong hand held the back of her head such that Wren couldn’t turn away from the sight in front of her and light rushed in to fill her vision.
Wren could make out several shapes that resemble faces and bodies out on the street looking at her. After all, she remembered that they were only on the second floor.
As her vision cleared, and colours came into focus, what struck Wren was that amongst the various lustful-looking middle-aged men staring at her, there was a suave-looking young man who looked exactly like Henry.
In fact, the guy who looked exactly like Henry was waving at her as if they were acquainted!
“Wait a fucking minute, then who the fuck is fucking me?!” Wren thought as she tried her best to turn her head for a look, an impossible task with the strong hand holding her head in place…
Bamboozled
Charles grinned wickedly as he stared at the metal rectangle he was holding on. Pixels flashed on the screen as it captured every moment, right in front of his eyes.
In it, Charles’ girlfriend Violet was laid bare on her back, the only piece of cloth on her strategically obfuscating her vision. Her arms were stretched wide and taut, above her head and each to the corner of the bed frame.
Her legs were wide apart, yearning for the action in between them to intensify. Violet was moaning loud and hard, yearning for the next plunge to be faster, stronger than the previous one had been.
Exactly like how Charles remembered every time he penetrated her at his or her place.
Charles couldn’t believe how perfectly everything has gone according to plan so far.
He felt himself grow harder than he’d ever been in his life, his eyes glued to the screen. The sensation was sickening, yet wonderful as he began to stroke himself.
It was this exact moment Charles knew, this was going to be one of the best orgasms of his life.
Charles’ best friend - David - shot a sly look in Charles’ direction when he saw what Charles was doing.
David too, was getting immensely excited getting to fuck his buddy’s new girlfriend, who was simply stated, a fucking cocktease.
Charles had told him all about how slutty Violet was in bed, always willing to try the kinky. David had fantasized for weeks about her, especially when she often dressed in her tight and short dresses, funneling David’s blood down south. Violet’s instagram had no lack of suggestive poses and provocative attires, providing adequate material for David in the nights of those weeks.
It didn’t help that Charles would occasionally forward some of her nudes that was obviously not meant for him.
Now, David couldn’t help himself but to thrust himself in harder and faster as he saw how horny Charles was getting at the scene of his best friend fucking his girlfriend unknowingly.
Violet reacted correspondingly, hooking his legs around her back and edging him for more.
David reached in and grabbed her melons, suckling Violet’s nipple hard as she howled.
Fortunately, David pulled out before he came as he felt Violet clenching irresistibly tighter. Sputtering over her front, David saw his streaks land as far north as her mountains, and as far south as her forests.
Charles got up from his corner, his phone still recording, himself not quite there yet.
Thinking it too risky to penetrate Violet again, Charles decided to settle for her mouth, commanding Violet to suck him as he released her bonds.
Happy to oblige, Violet repositioned herself, sitting by the bed as she reached for Charles.
Instead of swallowing him immediately after getting a good hold, Violet instead teased Charles, licking the underside of his mushroom head, lightly tracing it down south along his length.
“Baby, you’re so hard again” Violet purred, before circling her outstretched tongue round after round of his tip.
“David! My other hand is free~” Violet shouted a mini-second before she took Charles whole into her mouth and sucked hard.
Throwing Charles’ mind into short-circuit, Charles could barely think when thousands of neurons in his brain fired simultaneously at the sudden warmth and sensation Violet’s mouth gave.
When he somewhat recovered a few seconds later, his member was still getting the royal treatment while Violet’s other outstretched hand had found David’s member and was massaging it back to life.
“You bad boy” Violet accused as she stared straight at Charles, her blindfold lifted off by David. She had stopped just as she knew Charles was at his verge.
“Bad boy gets sloppy seconds” Violet stated, as she pushed Charles onto the bed and mounted him. “You thought I wouldn’t know huh” Violet continued, sliding Charles’ sword into her scabbard.
“Now here’s a good fuck for you before you squat behind bars Charles” Violet continued as she rode him hard and fast, only slowing down to take David in her mouth. She silently thanked herself for developing a habit of secretly checking every of her boyfriend’s phone.
For the Gram
“Hey, not fair! There weren’t so many people around in the photos you’ve shown me!” Tami whined, pouting at the crowd.
“Of course there wouldn’t be! Who would include the throng of humans in the photos they take?” Una replied without a tinge of guilt.
“Oh no… is someone chicken?” Una taunted. “Want to go back on your word… Tami? Poor little girl who didn’t know what she was getting herself into?”
“Hmph. Whatever. We’re supposed to do this together right. So you first.” Tami struck.
“Hah, sure!” came the reply, a second before Una peeled her white graphic t-shirt over her head.
It immediately attracted the attention of both tourists and locals nearby, as Una stood proud in her papaya-colored bikini top.
Struggling with her balance a little, she soon also managed to do away with her jean shorts, staying only in her matching bikini.
“Okay okay, help me take photos first!” Una said excitedly.
Posing with the marvelous scenery below and the icons on the hike, Una was exhilarated. It sure felt crazy to be posing and taking photos in only her bikini, but she had seen so many on instagram try it and was determined to do so herself.
Fortunately, she managed to also convince Tami to do it with her, for Una would have never dared this alone.
The wind in her hair, the sunlight on her curves. Tami felt sexy. Tami felt alive as the shutters blinked and the phone snapped away.
And Tami felt naughty as she knew Una’s turn was next.
“Alright your turn now! Do you need help…?”
“Ew, no. Get away from me. I’ll do it myself.” Una scurried away. How could she back away from the promise now that Tami had gamely did it already right?
With a sigh under a breath, Tami stripped as well, showing off her own petite figure.
Tami was much shorter than Una is, but her strengths were in other areas. While Una is tall and lean with the figure of a ballet dancer, Tami is pint-sized, cute and burdened with baggage of significant female envy that hampers her movements.
The duo were good friends in university and decided to go on a graduation trip together now that exams are over. Tami couldn’t even remember when the idea of posing in bikinis at famous spots came up, but Una was really keen after seeing all the influencers on instagram doing the same and sort of just challenged Tami to it.
Well, Tami is certainly regretting it now as eyes from all around her looked as she undressed, showing her baby blue bikini, a stark contrast to Una’s.
Other than the fact that it was cold, Tami felt her cheeks flush ripe as she has never dressed so indecent at such a crowded place before. Even on the beaches of Sentosa she would hesitate about wearing a bikini unless they were at a private beach club, let alone here where people actually threw wolf whistles openly at them.
Thankfully, the ordeal was over quickly and the girls headed back down towards civilization.
Instead of wearing their clothes back however, Una simply dragged Tami along, making the full descent in nothing but their bikini. They earned a fair share of admiration by locals and tourists alike, who weren’t shy to make known about it.
And Una absolutely loved it.
The next few days found the duo in multiple locations, where they fulfilled their promise to strip down to their bikinis and pose regardless of the crowd, until even Tami was no longer repelled by the prospect.
Which was when they reached the calmest lake they have ever seen in their lives.
Unlike the many concentrated areas they have been to and stripped at, the lake was serene and calm.
There was a sense of tranquility the moment the water comes into sight, a light fog over it. No buzzing humans fighting for a spot with the famed icon, no frantically clicking cameras and clashing selfie sticks, it was nothing the two had experienced in the past few days.
In fact, it was so safe, the two got into their attire in a heartbeat. Feeling more appropriate than ever.
“Tami, this place is calm and secluded, shall we do this also?” Una asked.
Tracing the back view photos of famous influencers on instagram with their bikini tops off, Tami barely hesitated at this point, the sense of ease and comfort overcoming any inhibitions she might have.
In fact, they went even further than that, going not only topless, but also in the nude beside the calm water, capturing the breathtaking view as the background of their nubile bodies.
“Skinny-dipping?”
“I’m on if you’re on”
Cold water surrounded them as they dived into the lake, the water refreshing on their skin. They dared not venture deep, but it was comfortable despite the cold and the two frolicked as time ticked along.
It was only when the fog lifted slightly that they realised they were being watched.
Panic struck as they hesitated on their next move. The primal instinct was to rush up and secure their belongings, which remained on shore. But moving slightly upwards did they remember the state of undress they were in.
Una can now see clearly their audience, a trio of white caucasian men seemingly not too far from their age.
“Hey, wanna come up so we can get a good look?” the guy that seemed to be their leader shouted.
“Not in this lifetime” Una replied, thinking hard at what she should do while Tami crouched behind her.
“Oh really? Guess we just have to take all of your stuff and leave you girls naked then!” he exclaimed, trading hi-5s all around.
“What do you guys want? We can give you money if you leave us alone.” Una offered, cash often king in her opinion.
“Oh yeah? And you are going to pay us with this…?” fishing out a wallet and conveniently taking all of the cash.
“Just what do you want?!” Una shouted desperately.
“For you girls to come on up first.”
Resigned, the girls headed up ashore, their thin arms wrapped tightly around their privates, although it did nothing to give the men a show.
“Alright. We were just chilling by the lake today when we saw an awfully delicious sight. It’s simple, satisfy us and we return you your stuff. Fair trade in my opinion” the leader stated.
“Fine, I’ll do it, but you have to promise to leave my friend alone.” Una said, once again shielding Tami behind herself. Tami for her part, was trembling at how the evening had turned out, unable to think or speak under such a high pressure situation.
The next thing Tami knew was that Una was on her knees, her face in the midst of the leader’s pubic hair as she gagged slightly. Her hands were also on the two others, though they were barely moving as her concentration faltered when she could barely breathe.
“Ah this cocksucker is good! Now I wanna try the asian pussy. Ching chong”
“UNARGH” Una exclaimed as she lowered herself onto the leader’s member. It was longer than anything she had ever taken in her life but she couldn’t even enjoy it before her mouth was once again filled and she felt hands all over her body.
Fulfillingly filled, Una begin to feel herself getting wetter as she rode. She was turned on despite feeling as dirty as a whore. She hated to admit but immensely pleasurable when all of her buttons were being pressed at the same time.
They even knew to reach around and not leave her clitoris unattended!
Fortunately for Una, it did not take long before she managed to coax all three of them into submission, one within her, one in her mouth, and the last all over her as her hand quickened.
Una lay slumped on the ground as the men got off her, Tami, who is still naked, coming quickly to soothe and hug. Una is never going to admit that she just had the best orgasms of her life.
“Alright, here’s the stuff you earned.” the leader stated and placed one of the two bags on the ground.
“Now for the other one, she would need to pay her dues!”
“What? No!!! You guys promised!!!” Una yelled as one of the guys quickly overpowered her and the other two approached Tami.
When it was all said and done, the girls did manage to get back all of their belongings, less some cash and the bikinis that were kept as souvenirs. They made police reports of the rape, but in a country as big as the one they were in, hopes were abysmal and the two learned an important lesson.
Tami would hesitate twice when guys put their moves on her when she got back, but for Una, she realised white men were the only way to go.
Friable Fun
“What? That’s completely crazy!” Pam protested.
“C’mon gals, the whole point is to go crazy right?” Ruth defended her suggestion.
“Yes, but not THIS crazy? What are we going to tell Steph’s husband-to-be?” Pam shot back.
“Well, we could just tell him we went dancing and had some drinks. It wouldn’t be that far from the truth. Besides, it’s Steph’s night, so I leave it up to her…”
All eyes turned towards Steph in anticipation.
She didn’t have an answer for the ladies. Steph was about to be happily married to the love of her life in a week’s time, and now her besties have come together for her hen’s night. She did tell Ruth she wanted something wild, something once-in-a-life, although Steph had no idea she would go this far to set everything up.
Besides, Ruth’s logic is undeniable. The whole point of a hen’s night is to do something crazy that a lady should never ever do again after marriage right? In that sense, this is completely reasonable. Also, Steph couldn’t deny the tiny sparks of excitement she felt when Ruth announced their plans to her and the gals for the first time. It really did set off something in her…
“Ahem, erm… Is it safe?” Steph enquired.
“Completely. I know one of the guys involved, which is kind of weird in another sense, but the arrangement is that there will be just showing, no touching. Well, they can make us touch each other, but yes, they don’t get to touch us. Is that sufficient?” Ruth answered.
“Well, if Pam and Queenie doesn’t mind, I’m all for it…”
“WOOHOO! The Bride has spoken! Lezzgo girls, I’ve got the outfits ready.” Ruth whistled loudly, corralling the others and their muted protests.
…
“Is this really all we are wearing?” Queenie asked as she inspected herself in the mirror.
Queenie had never worn such revealing outfits before in her life. They felt more like kinky lingerie meant for the bedroom, which of course they were. In fact, the sole string meant to cover her slit could barely do its job, contrasting the bright thin line on top of her darkened skin below.
“Yes darling, the whole point is to, you know, not be wearing anything. Anyway I think we look really hot so let’s go!” Ruth ushered.
Covering themselves with jackets and coats so they don’t get arrested, the ladies met up with Ethan, Ruth’s friend who happily guided them to the hotel room.
“Can’t believe you’re really doing this Ruth. Where do you even find such pretty colleagues. Well, it’s my buddy Hank’s bachelor night and I sincerely hope it’s gonna be a good one!” Ethan chatted.
Ruth took the lead when they entered the room, identifying who the groom-to-be was amongst the 4 guys present (including Ethan) and starting off the show with her solo performance. The others meanwhile stood back and watched, amazed at how confident Ruth was in barely anything, in front of mostly strangers.
Ruth ended her short dance, panting, but not forgetting to go through the ground rules, no touching of any of the girls, no filming, although tipping is encouraged.
When everyone was clear and consented, the rest of the ladies came out and each took their turn, presenting a short sassy routine to kick off the night and toss their shyness aside.
Excited voices immediately filled the room once again, it was clear that the guys were enjoying it and the exercise from the dancing is getting everyone’s heart pumping hard. The guys quickly whispered among themselves who they thought was the best, and to no one’s surprise they zero-ed in on Steph.
Plus, Steph did add in an extra kick or two, well aware that it was her last night to be crazy. Tossing sultry looks and teasing a little too much, eyes could barely leave her even after she ended.
With the ladies in their “proper” attire, Ruth began to instruct on the games to be played for the night. It was simple. Drinking games, card games, guessing games. For the games that involve the men playing against each other, the winner gets to choose a lady to do a task. For games that the men play against the ladies, the men get to choose a lady to strip further.
Needless to say, Steph was the first one to find herself fully naked as the night went deeper. Before long, Steph found herself kneeling on the carpeted floor, bent over and making out with Pam on the guys’ instruction while Queenie’s fingers snuck in between her legs and spread out Steph’s privates, lightly stroking her exposed pussy.
Steph knew the guys were staring at her, and the audacity of that fact coupled with the stroking and tongue-on-tongue action with Pam meant that Steph was fully aroused, panting and moaning despite herself.
The scene was completely erotic and Steph was enjoying every moment of it.
As another game concluded, one of Steph’s free-swinging globes were palmed and squeezed, before the brown tip felt a tongue circling it. The sensation was too much for Steph’s to bear and she felt the combustion from deep within her as she ignited, her legs turning jelly while her voice turned from deep moans to high-pitched screams as she came and collapsed onto the carpeted floor to enthusiastic cheers around her.
“Alright, it’s time boys let’s go!” Hank announced fervently and the sounds of zippers being released came from all around the room as the men’s pants hit the floor and their well-kept monsters released.
“Time to fuck the bitches.”
“Wait what? No no no!!!” a disheveled Ruth quickly came to her senses and stopped their advances. “No touching remember guys?”
“Oh fuck off, you are just strippers, we’ll pay for it bitch.” Floyd roared, eager to get Ruth out of the way.
“No no please. This is different. If you guys want to be pleasured I’ll… I’ll do it, I”ll pleasure you guys okay. Please. Don’t touch my sisters.” Ruth pleaded.
“Well then, what are you waiting for bitch. Get naked and get on your knees.” Glen commanded.
The atmosphere was tense as the ladies retreated to a corner with whatever clothing they have while the men gloated, staring at Ruth while she peeled off piece by piece. It was weird getting naked in front of strangers, but somehow weirder in front of Ethan, someone she knew. But Ruth knew she had no choice, she couldn’t possibly allow Steph, one of her best friends, to be brutally fucked when just when she was about to get married. The other ladies have boyfriends too for goodness sake.
Ruth only had one choice and she knew it. Drain the men so the others could leave safely.
Strong fingers gripped Ruth’s chin, interrupting her thoughts as she was dragged onto the floor, her face before Hank’s crotch. Ruth began to utilize all that she knew, stroking Hank softly with her hand, teasing as she playfully used the tip of her tongue to touch him. It was a sequence Ruth knew worked well with men but before she could proceed further, a strong hand slammed the back of her head in, Ruth’s oral cavity forcefully filled and her gag reflex kicking in.
“Too slow, bitch.”
Her head still woozy, Ruth felt herself turned around, with pairs of strong hands gripping both her cheeks and her pelvis, before she was penetrated simultaneously from two different ends.
“Gawr augnh!!!” screamed at the sudden intrusion, tears streaming down her eyes at the rough treatment.
“We’ll fuck your sisters too if you can’t make us come in 5 minutes” Ruth heard. Panicking and reaching out for the two unattended males with her hands, Ruth found herself in a full-on gangbang as she struggled to devote sufficient attention to any particular person. Especially so when her face was harshly plummeted into.
The ladies could only cower in the corner at the treatment of their friend, dreading the inevitable, yet powerless to help.
When the alarm for the five minute mark came, Ruth pleaded with the last of her will. “Please, I’ll do anything. Use me anyway you like, just don’t touch Steph. She’s getting married in a few weeks”
Yet Ruth’s words simply served as an aphrodisiac for the men, who instead couldn’t wait to get their hands on Steph, the taboo, the corruption of an innocent too alluring to ignore.
Discarded by the rest, Ruth heard Ethan’s trembly voice by her ear telling her how much he’d wished to ram her slutty pussy since he had first knew her, before Ruth was held back and penetrated once again. Ruth could only look on helplessly as the other men approached the ladies, while Ethan wasted no time fulfilling his own needs on Ruth’s roughed up body.
When it was all said and done, Steph had doubled the number of sexual partners she has had in her life, tripled or quadrupled the number of men she had fucked at the same time and engaged in positions and actions that she never even knew was possible.
All in one night.
They had even coerced each of the ladies to add the men on Facebook, and recorded images and live movies that they knew should never see the light of day again.
It’s not my fault
Olivia’s eyes hardened as she stared at her phone. First came texts that she found easy to dismiss, then came jpg files one after another that were hard to deny.
Her body was set aflame, her blood heating until it boiled and bubbled over any rational thoughts.
“Anything else?” Olivia texted
“Yeah, a video too, but I can’t seem to send it to you. You wanna come over and see it?” came the reply.
“Damn right I will”
Despite Olivia’s haste, she still managed to maintain some semblance of thought, sending out furious texts in search of an explanation, in search of truth.
All she got for her efforts was a lack of response. Nothing. And even after a delayed period, lacklustre ones that frustrated her more than anything.
Olivia tried her best not to cry, but it proved to be too insurmountable a task, causing her to show up at Jason’s place teary-eyed and pathetic. Jason immediately soothed her with gentle words, the kind he remembered she needs.
Kind words, loving gestures and the message that none of this is Olivia’s fault softened Olivia’s clenched emotions. She fondly reminisced the old times with Jason, but Olivia knew she had a mission, for her confused heart and mind had something that they needed to see.
All other choices can wait.
The video was exactly what Jason had described in his texts, but seeing it for herself was the least that Olivia knew she should do. Her defenses completely crumbled when she saw, with her own eyes, her honest, loving boyfriend Issac strolling into a hotel with another unknown girl.
Olivia was not stupid enough to require evidence of Issac being caught in the act to know what transpired next.
All that’s left of Olivia was a pitifully wailing girl, crying her heart out and questioning herself if she had been a bad girlfriend, unable or unwilling to satisfy her boyfriend emotionally or physically that this resulted. She didn’t even blame Issac in the first instance, and Olivia hated herself for it when she discovered it.
Olivia felt Jason’s arms wrap around her in a full embrace, one that she used to love as she wept. Jason was denouncing Issac’s actions every other second while holding onto her tightly, but Olivia no longer cared.
Kisses began to rain all over Olivia’s head, in between curses.
Slowly but surely, the solace and care got to Olivia and she wondered when was the last time she had received this amount of attention from Issac. It was all “work work work” with Issac and Olivia wondered if she had ever been Issac’s priority, other than the first six months when it’s all lust and passion.
Olivia’s mind was made up. And she knew the perfect place to start.
Before the next peck could reach her temple, Olivia spun around, meeting Jason’s lips directly. Eyes closed, Jason kissed her slowly, tentative and apprehensive. But in Olivia’s mind, she knew this was what she wanted, at least at this moment. She has missed this and it just felt right, her heart told her. It felt right, her body told her.
Which was why Olivia took the initiative, extending her own tongue first, until it met its counterpart and evolved into a passionate mesh.
Olivia found herself lifted by strong arms and carried away a short distance, until her back smashed into the wall. Jason’s hands were all over her, tugging away the barriers to her soft skin until Olivia was only left in her underwear, a haphazard assortment that she hastily put on in her rush.
She held Jason’s wrist in restrain, asking one last question, “Should we really be doing this?”
“He did it first.”
And that was all it took.
On bed, Olivia was driven crazy as Jason touched all the spots he knew she loved. It was the kind of foreplay Issac rarely bothered with these days, leaving Olivia to once again wonder why she had left Jason in the first place. Intentionally teased, Olivia could feel her peak coming just from the clitoral play, leaving her yearning for more when Jason stopped.
“Ready for me?” Jason asked teasingly.
“Yes please. With a condom please.” Olivia purred.
“Always, my dear, always.”
Olivia was left sated on bed, the skin on her buttocks and breasts red and smouldering from the hard spanking that Jason loved to exact during sex since their time together previously. Jason seemed to have the impression that Olivia enjoyed it, although she never quite felt the same way. Rather, she preferred to tolerate it as she knew Jason loved handing them out, a kink Olivia was prepared to accept.
“You know what Olivia. Fuck that Issac, it’s still early on a Saturday, let me bring you out for a night of fun so you can forget about that bastard.” Jason suggested.
Still brimming with afterglow, Olivia agreed readily, focused on forgetting about everything to do with Issac for the day.
Which is how Olivia found herself in her sexy, new black dress. It showed off a little too much skin, clung onto her body a little too much, but not quite outright slutty yet. It was a sure recipe for male attention.
Drinking her woes away at the club with Jason and his friends (a couple), Olivia let herself loose after rounds and rounds of alcohol, flirting and teasing with Jason all night long.
“Wanna get out of here and do something crazy?” Olivia heard Jason whisper in her ear from behind, his hands continuing to trace and linger over the shape of her breast while the one traced small circles on the inner side of her left thigh.
“I thought you would never ask.”
Olivia was not spared even on the taxi en route to a destination she did not know. She only knew two things.
Essentially, the groping and teasing never stopped on the way, with Jason fervently alternating his attacks on Olivia’s nape, inner thighs and breasts along the way.
It was Olivia so horny she swore she could have fucked Jason right there and then if not for the other couple and the fact that they are in a taxi.
Which is why Olivia could stand it no longer and meekly asked Jason when they alighted why they were still together with the other couple when they should be having hot steamy sex at that moment.
“We’re getting to that right now, baby.” Jason replied smugly.
The two couples were soon ushered into a HDB apartment where Jason no longer showed any restraint and almost ripped Olivia’s clothes off.
“Oh my god, here?” Olivia panted as Jason started stripping.
“Yes, right here in front of them baby. Although I think they are probably too busy to look. Now put on the condom for me with your mouth. I have been wanting to fuck you in that cockteasing dress for the whole night already”
True enough, Olivia saw from the edge of her vision that the other couple were already balls deep in action, when she slid the length of Jason down her throat with the rubber film.
The next thing Olivia knew she was back on Jason’s lap, just like she was in the taxi, except this time Jason was firmly embedded in her and thrusting.
“Open up wide and face them, I want them to see your little pussy being fucked if they ever looked this way Olivia” Jason uttered, gradually parting Olivia’s legs as Olivia bounced atop him.
“Oh my god, yes, YES!”
Olivia was ecstatic. It was so hot having sex while watching others.
It was insane letting others watch them. Olivia felt so naked, so vulnerable, yet so right. It was pure animalistic lust in the room, and neither couple was holding anything back.
Olivia could no longer remember who said what or when, but she knew she was making out with the other girl side by side as their men ploughed into them from behind. She recalled Jason edging and egging her on, more tongue, more passion when there was an intermission.
A brief pause where Jason pulled out of her.
A hi-5 rang out loudly above, piquing Olivia’s interest. Olivia wanted to investigate, but was unable to do so as her counterpart firmly held her face in with both her hands and increased the intensity of the action, before a different-sized dick thrusted authoritatively into her.
Olivia wanted to shriek, to resist, but she was held firmly. She had just allowed a man she had met for the first time to not only see her completely naked, but penetrate her. Now somewhat willingly.
It goes against everything Olivia believed in, everything she was taught and she felt her whole body wants it to stop. Except her loins, which with each thrust, the resistance in her slowly ebbed away.
Until she was part of the choir, deep in the chorus.
When Olivia woke up the next day, her phone was overflowing with miss calls and concerned messages. Her boyfriend Issac had tried to contact her throughout the night it seemed, wondering why she never texted nor answered the calls.
Olivia simply tossed her phone away. Now that her head is clear, albeit throbbing from the stupid amount of alcohol she had ingested the night prior, she knew it was a mistake and her only justification was that Issac did it first.
What a weak argument.
It’s not my fault - Part 2
Jason marvelled at the wonders of technology as he held his sobbing ex-girlfriend, Olivia in his arms. The soft and supple skin, the smell of her and the vulnerable state of a damsel in distress was a potent combination.
Jason knew he was likely going to score.
He just had to play his cards right.
Soothing words and light kisses at the spots Jason knew Olivia loved was doing the trick. Jason focused on steering Olivia towards exactly where he wanted her. Nothing overly obvious like pecking on the lips, just soft and gentle ones on her forehead, her cheeks, the top of her head.
When Olivia spun around and met Jason on the lips, the cat was in the bag.
Jason tore away at Olivia, pinning her to the wall and touching her in places that he used to be able to do regularly. He had lusted for this for the longest time ever since they broke up, something he frequently fantasized about when he was lonely in the nights.
“Should we really be doing this?” Olivia muttered, stopping Jason’s advance.
Seeing how innocent Olivia looked in her underwear, Jason knew he had to find the right words.
This was going to be the defining moment.
“He did it first.” Jason said calmly, surprising even himself.
That seemed to do it as Olivia showed no further resistance, allowing Jason to explore her body freely once again. Jason made sure to tease and tease, holding back his impulse to ravage Olivia, focusing on the foreplay he knew she loved.
It was painstakingly long, but finally Jason had Olivia right where he wanted her. Panting and wanting, yet not quite over the fence.
“Ready for me?”
“Yes please. With a condom please.” Olivia purred.
“Always, my dear, always.” and the rest was history…
…
Jason laid on his bed, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling as he cradled the snoozing Olivia by his side. He reminisced on how things have worked out more perfectly than he’d ever expected and the start of another wicked plan in his head began to spin…
It was all a chance encounter when Jason came across a familiar face about 2 months ago, shopping for jewellery. Jason could not recall immediately why the guy’s face looked so familiar, but he had a gut feeling and a quick instagram search confirmed his guess. It is Issac, Jason’s ex-girlfriend (Olivia)’s current boyfriend.
How interesting that Issac was shopping around with another girl, who obviously was not Olivia.
Opportunistic, Jason quickly trailed the two, snapping away at pictures even though he had no idea what he was going to do with them.
The two checked out several jewellery shops, but didn’t seem to linger for long at each, briefly exchanging some words with the staff before moving on promptly.
Unable to think of any way to utilise the photos taken, Jason quickly forgot about the whole incident until about 2 weeks later, when fate seemed destined to provide him with all the conditions he needed.
At the hotel Jason was working at, he ran into the girl that Issac was shopping for jewellery with the earlier. She was however, with another man (who isn’t Issac) and the pair quickly headed to a room upstairs for their lovely evening.
His mind turning quickly, inspiration struck Jason as he persuaded the security personnel of the hotel to allow him to make copies of the security footage that contained the girl in question.
After a few days of searching on the internet, Jason found the services he required and provided all of the pictures, video footage and funds necessary for what he had in mind, the superimposing of Issac’s face and body shape into the various videos.
Alas, Jason’s plan had come full circle and from then on it was a matter of simple, delicate manipulation before he was sure Olivia would once again be at his mercy, exactly like he planned. After all, it wasn’t hard to convince people when you showed them precisely what they wanted to see.
Except now, Jason was going to go further. Much further than he’d ever done with Olivia.
Some back-and-forth texting with his partner-in-crime and the plan was under way. Olivia was first driven to intoxication, before heavy petting on the dance floor to ensure that she was both sufficiently aroused and not clear-headed enough to resist whatever was to come.
The taxi ride was the cherry on top, clearly proving that Olivia was unable to oppose their suggestions. Olivia was suppressing herself the whole time, while Jason couldn’t help but exchange a look or two with his friends at the state Olivia was in, especially with what was to come.
When the moment of truth came, it was much smoother than Jason thought. Olivia only innocently asked if they were really going to do it in front of others. Needless to say, she was quickly found naked and fucked, in full view of everyone despite her slight reservations.
Even more surprising, Olivia barely fought when Jason and his friend switched, allowing herself to be fucked by a stranger.
“What a stupid, horny bitch” Jason thought as he entered his friend’s girlfriend for the very first time after watching his friend do the same with Olivia. “I guess I should really thank you Olivia, for this would never have been possible without you.”
The rest of the night allowed Jason to try everything he had ever wanted with Olivia, and thanks to the little arrangement with his friend (and his girlfriend), much was kept on record for his own future pleasure.
Jason wondered what he could do next with these records on hand…
Christmas Charity
“It’s the most wonderful time… Of the year!” Noel sang as the door in front of her opened.
“Oh hey, Noel and Keith! What a surprise! What’s this about?” Louis asked, puzzled at the ensemble that Noel and Keith are in. They had knocked on his single-room dorm door with Noel all dressed up in a one-piece Santarina dress that showed off way too much legs, a lovely christmas hat and a huge red bag that looked really heavy slung across her boyfriend, Keith’s shoulder, who was in his usual casual wear.
Most definitely a perplexing sight.
“Hi Louis, can we come in? I’d explain what’s going on real quick!” Noel answered.
“Sure~”
“Okay, Christmas is coming and we’d thought that this year, we’d do something special! After all, the spirit of Christmas is the spirit of giving right?” Noel explained. “So… we’re doing a Christmas giveaway!”
“All right, now reach into this red bag with your eyes closed and pick a paper! There are 10 gifts for 10 chosen people like you who we think need some love this Christmas. So here we are giving it! You’re the first one okay?” Noel tattered on, offering a red drawstring bag to the resident whom room they were in.
“What did you get! What did you get!” Noel chattered excitedly as a folded piece of paper was drawn.
“Wait what?! What’s this?!!!!” the Louis exclaimed as he read the note. “Noel to flash you.”
“Oooo, that’s one of the better ones, you lucky guy.” Noel purred. Sliding off her shoulder straps, Noel allowed her red santarina dress to cascade down her curves, revealing her completely naked body to Louis and stepping out of her dress as it touched the floor. Noel even twirled to give Louis a good view of everything.
Louis’ jaw fell to the same floor as he stared wide-eyed in disbelief while Noel stripped, in front of Keith no less and exhibited herself.
“Sorry, see no touch Louis. Hope this helps you out later!” Noel stated, before beginning to wear her dress again.
As the couple left his room, Louis was still left dumbfounded at the events that had just unfolded. “Wait, she was wearing nothing else underneath that dress the whole time?! Oh my god!” Louis realised as he began to furiously help himself to mental imagery of Noel, fully naked in his room, fantasizing that she did much more…
…
“It’s the most wonderful time… Of the year!” Noel sang, again and again the same night.
“Lucky boy, here’s a polaroid picture of me spreading my pussy wide for you. Have fun with it for the rest of the night kay? Merry Christmas~”
“Nice~ Here’s your present. A little hint, it still has my smell on it alright? Bet that will help you out nicely~”
“Hmm, have you ever kissed a girl? Let me show you how it is done k?”
“Oh that’s embarassing, but I bet you’ve fantasized about Keith fucking me. Now with my present you’d actually get to see it on video. Please don’t spread it around kay?”
“Ah! The top prize Miguel! Finally, I’ve been waiting for this. We need a prop for this! Here! Let me put this on for you, it’s the thinnest in the market. Are you still a virgin? Would you like to fuck me naked or should I keep this dress on?”
When the couple had finished giving away every single one of their prepared gifts, they retreated back into Keith’s room. This time, santarina was all his to have, the reward, for the good she had done that night.
“How do you feel babe?” Keith asked as Noel rocked on softly with Keith inside her.
“Fucking horny after what we’ve done, my dear. It was especially hot as you watched me strip, suck and fuck boys too pathetic to get laid themselves.” Noel replied. “Now fuck me hard from behind like Miguel did while the rest of them wank to the memory of me flashing them, making out with them, wanking them, sucking them and fucking them or for the unlucky ones, having to wank to my bra, my panty, their fingers filled with my smell, my nudes and our very nice sex tape.”
“Too bad they will never know it was the same underwear that we fucked in the sex tape that you gave away.” Keith commented as he repositioned himself behind Noel and plunged, “I bet they’ll start looking at you differently from now on.”
“AHHH, Oh my god, they’re gonna think I’m such a slut!” Noel screamed as Keith slammed into her full force.
“Yeah, you’re such a slut. But you already knew that didn’t you?”
Noel did, although she had never fully admitted it to Keith. The truth is, every time she came across or had to interact with one of the boys she had “gifted” that night, they looked at her differently. Their comments and jokes became way too lewd, even for university students, their eyes seemed to strip her every time they looked at her, even if they were talking about serious work.
And Noel knew, she just does, that they were imagining themselves doing nasty things to her as they stared into her eyes.
It usually turned her on like crazy and she would go back and have unrestrained coitus with Keith, sometimes pouncing on him even if he was asleep.
It was truly a life-changing night that gives.
Stockholm Syndrome
When it finally came to it, I hesitated.
Months of planning, preparation, stalking and this was the moment. The time to strike. There was no one else around, exactly as designed, but I was finding it hard to move.
Ugh, I hate myself sometimes.
Slapping my own cheeks to focus, I moved. With the key I had prepared I unlocked the door that kept me from my prey.
Carefully, silently.
Stepping into a humid cloud, I treaded lightly and closed the door behind myself as quietly as I could. The sound of joyful, oblivious humming and the droning swoosh of falling delighted me.
Everything was about to change though.
A loud “Zippppp” echoed as I ripped across the plastic shower curtain and authoritatively stepped inside. Hot water splashed against my body as I reached out and skin came into contact with skin.
There was a brief struggle, some meaningless yelps. But soon Mae was pinned, wet and fully naked to the wall. The shower head continued to spew its comforting broth when she pleaded for the last time.
“Ian, please…”
We both knew it was not going to work.
Securing Mae’s wrists behind her, I squeezed myself into her as Mae exclaimed at the sudden intrusion. The sensation was simply delightful as I chased for it again and again, ploughing right into the warmth repeatedly with the same finesse.
I hadn’t quite noticed it, but Mae was matching my pace after a while, coming to meet me in the middle as best she could. Any semblance of resistance in her wrists have completely disappeared, instead all efforts were focused below before I completely let loose.
It caught me by surprise when Mae spun around and jumped on me, arms across my neck, legs across my waist as I slammed her back onto the wall. Mae was kissing me all over my face but gasped hard when my fingers dug into her buttcheeks and peeled them apart, coordinating it with a hard slam back into the midst of her.
Mae would later tell me how hard she came from that.
I made Mae clean me up with her mouth after we were done in the shower, which she was more than willing to do and our relationship was never the same after that.
Funny how it all started with a hunch huh?
Mae and I were both staying in the same flat in the same university, along with other housemates. While we each had our own room, there were many shared facilities in the flat such as the couch, the TV, the kitchen space and of course, the toilet.
A few times when I walked past the toilet while Mae was showering, I thought I could hear her playing with herself, deep-throated moans that were obviously being suppressed. However the water was always too loud for any clear indications.
So I started with pinhole cameras. Why risk getting caught by peeping right? A few in her room while she was away, a few in the shower enabled me to know everything I wanted. Mae was a horny bitch despite her good-girl image and her apparently long-distance boyfriend could do nothing to satisfy that.
Somehow after weeks of voyeuring at Mae, I had a nagging suspicion that she wouldn’t even resist it if someone had one day overstepped their boundaries with her. Mae had frequent webcam calls with her other half, which usually ended up in her pleasuring herself in front of the camera she knew, and the camera she didn’t. Somehow, you could tell that it wasn’t enough. Especially if you knew she brought along her dildo into the shower to finish herself off better. All this time, I knew she couldn’t see me as I gleefully stared through the lens, but I felt that I had begun to know Mae.
So it was that one fateful evening that happened where all of our housemates were out, leaving the two of us alone which I struck. Life was never the same again.
I started with small steps, unsure of myself initially. But Mae had willingly gone along, each and every tier on the ladder.
It began with simple stuff, like pinching Mae’s ass when we were both alone at the kitchen, asking her to flash her bra at me in little pockets of time when no one else was around. It quickly escalated however, to Mae grinding her butt on my fingers at the couch discreetly while all of our housemates were on the couch watching TV. Turns out she wasn’t wearing any underwear and I could actually feel how wet she was.
Needless to say, it had gotten us both really turned on and eager for a quickie. Unfortunately we could not simply walk into each other’s room for one without arousing suspicions. Instead, I had to come up with the excuse that we were going to get some drinks from the supermarket nearby before coercing Mae into the staircase a few stories higher to release our pent-up frustrations.
With each passing day Mae had grown more audacious and the staircase a few flight of stairs up were becoming our go-to spot. We clearly knew the risks, but if anything it only served to heighten our arousal.
But we never got caught.
In fact, if anything it only emboldened us. We had begun with quick intersections of our privates, our clothes fully on. But I had progressively become more daring.
I would unclasp Mae’s bra as we fucked at the staircase, for better access to her wonderful flesh on one hand, but also to leave it on the floor on the other. Such that it was clear to anyone who chanced upon us what exactly we were up to. From then it evolved into leaving Mae topless, then fully nude, even adding in spanking as we went at each other at the same spot.
It was as if we were dying to get caught, but we were never.
It was then when I had the wickedest of ideas (at least to me).
I told Hector, one of our male housemates and a close friend of mine that I was screwing Mae regularly. But naturally he didn’t believe me for we all knew Mae has a long-distance boyfriend that she is dating. So I told Hector to pay attention to his phone that night and as usual, got Mae right where I wanted her.
Texting Hector to visit the exact location discreetly, my work began. I ensured that Mae was butt naked and even dared her to place all of her clothes half a flight of stairs away from where we were. We quickly got into action, facing Mae away from where I think Hector would come into the picture while I kept a look-out.
Expectedly, I soon see the shape of a familiar figure creeping upwards towards us, until Hector’s eyes could clearly see both of us in unmistakable. I gave Hector a wink and leaned forward to whisper in Mae’s ears, “I think Hector just spotted us.”
“Uhh… unnnhh? What? Oh my god! Fuck!” Mae replied in a panicked whisper. But her body was honest. She had squeezed me tight at the realization of how her slutty persona has been exposed.
“Should… Ohhh, should we… unhhh, stop?” Mae asked mildly, putting up a token resistance.
I just simply pounded away until I came, leaving Mae panting at the wall when we were done.
We retreated back to our individual rooms, Hector smart enough to know that he should leave before Mae and I were done. I was just texting Hector about the craziness of the whole affair, appraising Mae’s figure and sexual prowess when I received a video call request from Mae.
When I picked it up, Mae explained how hot it was to have someone watch as she had sex and she wanted to try it again as she webcam called her boyfriend. So there I was, watching Mae talk slutty to her boyfriend and fingering herself for her boyfriend, but also secretly for me, as her computer camera, her phone camera and the cameras I installed in her room all stared at her wide open thighs and dipping fingers.
It was a tiring night for me as I just had to blow my second load at such a sight.
Word quickly spread and it wasn’t long before every single male living in our same flat knew about what Hector had seen. In fact, I had even made a pact with the guys that the next time they will all be invited to watch. The thought of seeing Ms. Prim & Proper’s tits was already enough to drive them crazy, let alone the sight of Mae bonked senseless without her knowledge.
In the interim, Mae complained to me about how the male housemates in our flat were becoming especially crude to her, asking questions jokingly that they wouldn’t have usually.
“Mae, what’s your cup size ah?”
“Eh what’s your favorite sex position?”
“Do you like G-strings or not?”
“How often do you masturbate one ah?”
“Send me your nudes can?”
“Have you tried webcam sex ah? Your boyfriend long distance one right”
Mae naturally deflected the questions one way or another, but the increased frequency seemed to have bothered her a little.
Nevertheless, we soon found ourselves back at the staircase. As Mae rode me reverse-cowgirl, I told her that this time, all of the guys will be watching, so Mae will have to put on the blindfold I prepared.
“I can’t wait.” Mae replied, hiding a snicker. Front-facing the flight of stairs as she rode me with the blindfold on.
“They’re here. They’re watching your slutty pussy” I whispered in Mae’s ears.
“Fuck me harder, fuck me!” Mae purred between ragged breaths. She rode me at an unrelenting pace as I kneaded her breast from the back with one hand and spread her pussy lips wider for a better view with the other.
We finished in doggy. Loud and unrestrained, Mae’s jaw was wide apart as moans gushed true from within at each entry. Her knockers clapped in wild rhythm to the delight of our audience. Mae’s crescendo heightened with the knowledge.
Sadly, there was no further opportunity to push Mae’s boundaries further. While it was clear she enjoyed the trysts as much as I did, her priority was clear the second she found out that her boyfriend was shifting back to Singapore.
I never knew what happened to her after she moved out to live with her boyfriend, but nonetheless I was lauded the legend by those present that fateful night for the gift that no money could buy them.