Dawn of a new era
“I’m sorry but it’s the only way I can do it.” Wade apologized as tears streaked on Dawn’s face. “I don’t know why and I swear I’ve tried everything else before.”
“There’s no way I can accept something like that.” Dawn rebutted.
“I know. And I’m not expecting you to be able. But we’ll never know unless we try right?”
“Try? Do you know what you are asking of me!?” Dawn screamed.
“I know. I know. The choice is really with you baby. “ Wade sighed, resigned to fate. Perhaps he is indeed destined to be a lone wolf his whole life. After all, he can’t imagine any decent woman agreeing to what is his unique condition…
2 days later, Wade’s phone buzzed with a new incoming message:
*Dawn: I’ll do it. With 2 conditions. 1) Blindfold me so at least I won’t get to see anything; 2) I want to have my top on while it happens.
*Wade: Sure, I’ll make it happen. See you tonight at mine?
*Dawn: See you. It’s your only chance. Make it worth it.
At 9 punctually, Dawn walked into Wade’s dormitory room. There was still a sullen mood of unresolved tension in the air that they could both sense. They barely exchanged pleasantries before Dawn took the initiative.
Stripping everything but her dri-fit campus tee, she waited as Wade secured the blindfold over her eyes.
“Are you ready?” she heard Wade ask kindly.
“Let’s just get it over and done with.” Dawn replied coldly.
Wade was running a finger up and down her slit when Dawn heard the door open behind her, footsteps ensuing. On the bed and on her knees, Dawn felt the gentle nudge between her legs to spread wider, before a tear of foil wrapping followed.
Dawn gasped at the rough entry as she felt the full size of Wade. It felt bigger than what Wade could ever succeed in achieving. Dawn couldn’t help herself but to moan as Wade’s pistoning began to turn her seriously on.
Enough so that she could almost forget that there were others watching her in this lewd act.
“Ah! AHH! AHHHH!” Dawn yelled as Wade filled her wonderfully. She knew she was building towards one of her orgasms and really couldn’t wait to get there.
“Yes. Fuck! You like it don’t you? They are staring at your juicy pussy being fucked!” Wade exclaimed excitedly, before spinning Dawn around and entering her missionary instead.
“See how excited you’ve gotten everyone?” Dawn heard, before she was blinded by the brightly lit room and she felt her nipple enveloped by Wade’s greedy mouth.
“Oh FUCKKKK!” Dawn shrieked as the sight of other men jerking off to the sight of her being fucked came into focus. She felt her legs turn jelly as she collapsed onto the bed.
Dawn remembered asking Wade to keep her blindfolded for this, but it appears now even her top is being tossed away. Men who had never bothered to court her now get to see her fully naked, horny, fucked and wanting more.
It both irked and aroused Dawn.
“Ohmygod, OHMygod, OHMYGOD!!!” Dawn yelled as her glorious closure arrived. Pleasure forward with how Wade was filling her up. The amount of pheromones in the air was overloading her senses, leaving her incapable of thought.
Dawn had not had such a satisfactory sexual experience in a long time, and her time with Wade did nothing to even come close. The best part is, Wade was not even done, still going hard and strong in her as she collapsed face-first onto the bed, allowing Wade to do as he pleased.
Dawn felt Wade shower on her bare back, thick musty liquid in an arc over her skin as she laid reeling. Then she felt more coming from various directions, landing on various parts of her.
Dawn knew her reputation is now down the drain. But she also knew, this would not be the last time she will be having sex in front of strangers again. Not when it allowed Wade to be this good, and herself so fulfilled.
Starstruck
The chances of meeting someone you know when you head to the pool for a swim alone is on average pretty small.
The chances of meeting someone you recognise but you know won’t recognise you is astronomically smaller.
Apparently, this is the kind of day. Meeting an acquaintance, a fellow Singaporean who was in the usual one-piece swimsuit one would typically expect. Chatting by the edges of the pool.
It was however the other that really caught my eye. Donning a two-piece, mono-coloured matching bikini, the lady hosted impressive assets and was actually doing serious laps, something her attire is not designed for.
Engaging in half-hearted conversations with my acquaintance, my eyes followed the lithe swimmer up and down the lengths of the pool. She looked far too familiar with
The chances of meeting someone you know when you head to the pool for a swim alone is on average pretty small.
The chances of meeting someone you recognise but you know won’t recognise you is astronomically smaller.
Apparently, this is the kind of day. Meeting an acquaintance, a fellow Singaporean who was in the usual one-piece swimsuit one would typically expect. Chatting by the edges of the pool.
It was however the other that really caught my eye. Donning a two-piece, mono-coloured matching bikini, the lady hosted impressive assets and was actually doing serious laps, something her attire is not designed for.
Engaging in half-hearted conversations with my acquaintance, my eyes followed the lithe swimmer up and down the lengths of the pool. She looked far too familiar but I couldn’t quite pin it.
It was only when she was done with her laps, rising from the pool at the sides without using the ladder, that I realised who she was. Swim cap and goggles off, the idol whose music I had listened to in my youth appeared before me. She has to be what? Late 30s or 40 by now I wondered.
Her body was gorgeous though. I don’t care if the rumours about cosmetic surgery were true, I knew I had to seize this opportunity.
Leaving my acquaintance with a terrible excuse, I chased after her as she did some light, simple stretches.
“Hey there! Never seen you around here.” I tried with the best line that I could manage in 30 seconds.
“Hi, hello.” was a simple, courteous response.
I was mesmerised.
“I er.., you look amazing! Can I get your number or instagram?” I asked meekly.
“Hahaha~ Are you hitting on me? I’m way too old for a cute boy like you” she answered, a bright smile lighting up my day.
“What?! You look younger than me!” I insisted.
“Hahaha~ 油嘴滑舌 (gibberish tongue). You know what. I’m going to take my shower now. I will take the last shower cubicle there. If you’re daring enough to walk into the ladies, and knock 5 times on my cubicle, I’ll leave you my number. How about that?” She responded, before leaving me in the dust.
Well I was determined to do it. But years of education has left me gutless at the entrance of the ladies. In fact, I so very much wanted to turn away when some women exiting stared at me accusingly as if I was a pervert. But I can’t let such an opportunity past right?
I steeled my resolve. What met me was screams and shrieks as I stepped in, a sight with partially and fully undressed women turning in my direction and railing at my intrusion.
I couldn’t care less as I worked my way towards the promised cubicle and knocked. 5 times as promised.
I received no response, but by now surely she would have known I was here. All I saw was that the lock indicator turned from red to white.
I stepped in and closed the door behind myself. My goddess was already in the midst of her shower, completely nude and wet and welcoming. I knelt before her, contributing everything I can. She erupted before me, then surrounded me as we lost ourselves in the tiny cubicle.
“I am so having you for tonight…” she uttered as I finished inside her. The first of many that day/night.
Naughty Little Display
I first met Noel when we were taking the class and happened to be grouped together, completely by chance. Secretly I was elated at the opportunity, to be acquainted with someone as attractive-looking as her at an age where walking on campus alone you could smell the pheromones running wild.
She is the typical millennial, understanding that her attractiveness is above average and not shy of flaunting it. I had pursued her after the massive crush I had on her, something that wasn’t so surprising considering the amount of time spent together in lectures and discussions after.
Noel never seemed to want anything further, although she never quite outrightly rejected me as well. After relentless efforts, Noel revealed to me that she was not quite ready for the commitment that comes with a relationship, rather preferring to keep things casual. In the heat of the moment, I suggested having “casual sex” instead, to which she actually agreed.
Long story short, we were fooling with each other here and there whenever the stars align although I must admit I can get quite jealous when I do see her flirting around with other guys.
Once, I was trying to get her tipsy (and she jolly well knew what I was doing) and her tongue loose before discussing about her sexual experience. Noel admitted she had done some wild stuff before with her ex-boyfriend but refused to tell me exactly what. I goaded her into comparing my sexual performance against her ex, but she insisted that such comparisons were meaningless.
Undeterred (and the ego a little wounded), I challenged her on bed, for her to similarly do something wild sexually if I won and she readily agreed. The bet was whoever came first lost, but obviously I cheated and made sure I had exhausted all other means before using the little brother below.
Noel may have lost and owed me a crazy, sexual activity, but I couldn’t help but think that she won after the great time and anticipation for what’s to come.
A few days later, in a zoom lecture with videos on that we both had to attend, Noel was definitely not paying attention after the dosage of Addyi and instead busy playing with herself underneath her table.
I clearly wasn’t looking at the professor either, instead pinning Noel’s camera view on and recording it on my computer.
It was incredibly arousing to see Noel’s chest heave with great effort at the pleasure her vibrator or her fingers must have been providing to her. Her cheeks were flushed crimson-red as she struggled to control her facial expression, frequently turning from a smile to a nice round “O“ before quickly being brought under control.
Noel’s come-fuck-me face was on full display, her arousal almost tangible. A few times I saw one of her hands slowly reaching towards her breasts, craving her own touch on her nipples before she came to her senses and stopped herself. It was such an arousing sight that I almost came when I saw her buckle with her first orgasm, Noel immediately slamming her face down on her table to avoid the camera from capturing her intimate moment.
Signs of bliss and fatigue shone on Noel’s face as she continued her self-play after, the bet being for the whole duration of the class.
Needless to say, we had a wild time back in her dorm room with the same skirt she was wearing during the zoom lecture, still on the whole time…
Ravenous Roomy
I’ve always thought that the best part about having a girlfriend who bunks in with her roommate is that every time I send her home, I get to see another pretty girl with minimal amounts of clothes on. Usually this involves incredibly thin shorts, showing a good amount of leg, and large oversized shirts or thin tank tops that didn’t have anything else underneath.
If I got lucky, I would catch a glimpse of pokies.
Of course, this means that I’ve been caught a few times leering, but apart from short, simple lectures, nothing else bad happened and I’ve always happily looked forward to them.
The bad part is of course, her apartment is never available for us to indulge ourselves, for the risk that her roommate Beth may return unexpectedly at any time.
Nevertheless, curiosity got the better of me and I tried to add Beth inconspicuously on Facebook and Instagram, to try and see how she’s like. The acceptance was quick, and honestly, nothing juicy that I found that could allow my imagination to run wild. The usual group photos, the occasional selfies, the multiple profile pictures. But what really puzzled me was that Beth slid into my DMs completely unsolicited instead of the other way round.
“If you can resist all hanky panky with Anna for a full week, I’ll let you do anything you want to me.” the message read. A huge “WHAT THE FUCK” appeared in my head before I calmly threw the conversation into Vanish Mode. Did my girlfriend’s roommate just offered to fuck me if I would stop fucking my own girlfriend? Is this a prank? A test? How would she know if I did or did not fuck Anna anyways?
Before I could even think through things, the follow-up message arrived:
“Don’t worry, I’ll know… Anna tells me everything you guys do.”
“And don’t worry I won’t tell her our little secret.”
I’ve given it long and good hard thoughts, but to no one’s surprise, I agreed. Who can resist?
So onward to the slowest and most tortuous week of my life. On one hand I couldn’t help but suspect that Anna may be in it and know about this little agreement, on the other hand, I couldn’t help but feel guilty about cheating on her, without actually cheating on her yet.
To make matters worse, it was not like Anna was on her period or something, so she was actively pursuing things when she was comfortable. Once, she even slid her hand into my pants while we were in the cinema on her own accord and I had to pretend to be afraid of others watching to get her hand out when really I wished I could stuff my whole dick down her throat instead. I was actively avoiding situations where we would be alone and it was taking every bit of my resolve.
Long story short, I survived the long and arduous week, but not without mishaps and permanent cracks in my relationship with Anna, but it was a price I had to pay for what was to come.
Probably well planned by Beth, at the end of the 7 days of torture came the very weekend Anna was scheduled to visit her relatives in Malaysia (this was pre-Covid). Beth simply left a message for me to bring protection and I soon found myself driving over to their place, a newly purchased pack of three in my possession as I apprehensively approached.
Self-doubt engulfed me as I half-expected Anna to be the one who opens the door and the whole situation to blow up in my face. Instead, Beth greeted me in a thin, white spaghetti top showing me a good amount of cleavage (since I’m much taller than her). She was clearly not wearing a bra and only tiny, little grey FBTs.
Starved, I was all over Beth in a second, trapping her in between a wall and freely groping. Time was not wasted speaking as I uncovered and savored every part of her luscious body. Before I knew it, we were naked and on her sofa, I was capped and on top of her, lost in rhythm plunging as her moans filled my world.
I only came to my senses when I finished deep within her, unable to hold back. She didn’t look like she had a similarly satisfying finish but I honestly didn’t care about that. I was determined to make my week-long sacrifice worth it and to enjoy this pretty thing like I’ve always wanted.
Little did I know, she was levels above me and beyond my comprehension.
Pulling out and discarding the used rubber for me as the flag lowered, Beth uttered “You know I’m not your girlfriend right…?”
“…There’s no need to respect me in bed…” Beth finished
The flag-lowering ceremony halted and reversed its course as wicked thoughts flew across my mind. I had a feeling that the puny 3-pack I brought for the occasion was not gonna be enough as I secured Beth’s wrists between her back and thrust myself forcefully down her throat…
Perils of the internet
“Ow ow ow!!!” Sheila whimpered as her soft black hair were knotted into a fist and tugged into the ladies.
Her scalp finally not on fire, Sheila evaluated her situation. 3 girls, none of which she recognize, strategically positioned themselves between her and the exit.
They wore the same uniform as her. Yet Sheila had never seen them before. What Sheila had seen before, is their demeanor. That swagger, that attitude.
Normal stream students.
Ministers can say all they want about all school being good schools, but the fact remains. There is a divide between what is academically viewed as “better” students versus the less academically inclined ones. And now, staring at three of them as an express stream girl, an unspeakable terror begin to spread in Sheila’s mind.
“Sibei chio right? So chio can gannina seduce other people’s boyfriend right?” The girl on the right mocked.
“I.. I have no idea what you’re talking about” Sheila answered sheepishly. She wasn’t lying, but her head spun into overdrive, trying to decipher and pinpoint if this what was resulted her in this situation, and if so, who was the bloody idiot.
Sheila thought of the obnoxious boy from the next class who flirted with her in the canteen; the cute junior in band who seemed to have a puppy crush on her. Could it be the head of the student council? Who she admired but they barely spoke.
Sheila never reached a conclusion in time, for reality quickly overran her thoughts. Pain erupted in multiple places as Sheila’s hair was once again grabbed, her chin forcefully lifted.
“Pretend la pretend you little express bitch.” One of them spat.
“Fucking hiao slut. Dare to gouying (seduce) my bi.” Another added, landing soft slaps on Sheila’s cheek. “Today gei ni hao kan (today give you one times good one)”
“I’m sorry I’m sorry. Please. I really don’t know who you’re talking about. Please.” Sheila begged, tears streaming from her eyes.
“Sibei chio right”
“Neh very big hor?”
“Hiao la hiao somemore”
They pulled her face, they slapped her face, they tore her blouse, they backhanded her boobs and Sheila couldn’t fight back. She could barely maintain her footing as the verbal and physical abuse rained on her.
“Please! Please… stop… I’m sorry ok? I’ll do anything to make it up to you.” Sheila pleaded desperately.
“You say one ah. Okay ah, just gonna teach you a simple lesson for today. Obey us until 12 midnight and we’re done” The ringleader announced.
“… Hmm… Very sexy right you. Like to show your cleavage and butt on instagram right. How about you go without underwear for the whole of today so the whole school can see how sexy you are?” She continued.
“No! Not that! Our uniform is white!!! Everyone’ll see everything. Please.”
“Please ah? Asking us to rip it off you is it?” One of the lieutenants barked.
Sheila whimpered at the harsh gesture, pulling off her everything beneath her skirt before moving on to her bra.
“Wah got shave one sia. Really is slut.” One of them jeered after they flipped up Sheila’s skirt for fun.
Handing over her bra, safety pants and panties, the girls finally left her alone, leaving Sheila to evaluate her own appearance before the mirror. She had altered her skirt to be a little shorter to begin with, which is worrying and now her brown areolas can be clearly seen through her white uniform. Letting out a deep sigh, Sheila knew that there’s nothing she could really do about it except keeping her textbooks plastered on her chest as she proceeded to class.
Sheila was so conscious about her situation below the belt that she couldn’t help but keep a palm behind her butt as she climbed the stairs. If anything, the gesture simply served to attract more attention in that area, drawing stealing glances from the youthful, hormonal males.
In class, there’s no longer any excuses to keep anything on her chest anymore, so it was immediately apparent to both the teacher and her fellow students nearby something is missing on Sheila. Thankfully, her teacher is female, so Sheila felt slightly better. Nonetheless, saturated with attention, Sheila couldn’t help but blush and feel conscious at all the gazes she’s receiving.
*bell rings
“Class you may go. Sheila, stay back for a while please.” The teacher announced.
“Sheila, why are you not wearing a bra? You’re old enough for them to be seen through your blouse you know. Especially since our uniform is white.”
“Yes Miss Tan. I’m sorry. I… er… accidentally wetted it just now so I removed it.”
“Okay. Come to the staff room with me. I’ll lend you an inner shirt.”
“No… no need la Miss Tan. No need to trouble you. I’ll… I’ll just go home quickly after school ends.” Sheila replied, alarmed that if she were to be found wearing an inner shirt, what her tormentors would do…
“Nonsense, it’s no trouble. Come, let’s go.”
Reluctantly, Sheila put on the skin-colored inner shirt as instructed and fretted about when she could remove it.
Of course life wasn’t so kind to her and after leaving the staff room to go to her next class, Sheila ran right into her tormentors.
“Well well well, look who it is. Thought you say you’re gonna obey me?”
“I… I did… the teacher forced me!!!” Sheila tried to explain.
“Think we normal people stupid right. Fucking bitch. Meet us at the dance studio after school for your punishment.” The ringleader barked, not forgetting to flick up Sheila’s skirt to give her buttocks a good spank right in the middle of the corridor.
“Owwww!” Sheila flinched, before quickly patting her skirt down protectively. But not before a few passer-bys have had a good look at her young, perky ass.
After school, Sheila dreaded what was to come. She just wanted to go home and tunnel into her blankets and her world would be okay. But despite her efforts to hold her friends back for “studying”, or whatever excuse she could find, she eventually found herself alone, having to head to the dance studio with a heavy heart.
She hadn’t dared to tell anyone about this, and although her friends were concerned about her not wearing a bra, Sheila could only pretend all is well.
“Finally la. How long you wanna make us fucking wait.”
“I’m sorry I’m sorry…”
“Sorry sorry. Today give you chance to be sorry already. Give you chance to shuzui (atone) liao. But so disappointing. You think you pretty, sexy can do anything you want is it, take us for a ride ah! Seduce my bi already still wanna lie to us. Come!”
The doors shut behind her, the same 3 ladies who had confronted Sheila in the morning now held nothing back. Raining slaps and tussling at her clothes, Sheila was quickly left with bruises and only her skirt.
“Slutting yourself out on instagram right. Dare to DM my bi right. Now take this you skank” Sheila heard, before someone grabbed hold of her nipples and twisted it hard.
Sheila screamed at the top of her lungs at the assault, but was helpless against numbers.
Worse, after her tormentors had had their fill, their faces were filled with wicked grins, as if something even more sinister was in place.
Seemingly reading her thoughts, the ringleader announced that she had invited some “brothers” to teach Sheila a lesson as well, before leaving with her sisters through the only entry/exit point of the room.
From the same door, came in one after another boy, clearly from the ringleader’s class.
Sheila only had her skirt on, and quickly crossed her arms across her chest as they approached. Her nightmare only just began as phones were jutted right in her face…
Fucking the Feminist
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for taking the time to attend my sharing tonight…” The introduction by the presenter rang as Ashley took his seat. It was not his first time attending one of these student-led presentations on various topics (depending on individual student’s interest) in the residence, but it was his first time for a feminist-themed “lecture”.
For the small venue, there were quite a couple of people listening, majority no doubt friends with the presenter or supporters for the cause.
Ashley was neither. While he isn’t exactly a misogynist either, he was no big fan of feminism. As a privileged, chinese male in Singapore, he had no idea what all the fuss was about. Sure, he’d read about the “wage gap”, the “microaggressions”, the “subtle sexual harassments” and the “mansplainings”. But to him, they were no more than just common occurrences that could have easily happened to anyone.
After all, it is not just women who stay on their knees in order to secure victories.
The presenter, whose name is Hailey as Ashley learns, began to speak fervently about the oppression, the patriarchy that restricts the freedom of women. The cause Hailey was advocating was for female masturbation to be a good and open thing. Society has no problem with male masturbation, or more distastefully, wanking or jerking off, just to name a few. But for women it’s hush hush nobody does that (or some might call it, the “Diam diam era”). Dildos are for sluts. Vibrators are for nymphos. Completely ridiculous.
It became clear to Ashey that Hailey’s passion was infectious and the audience seemed to swirl at her words. Every few sentences were punctuated with emotionally-charged words and accompanied by nods in the audience. Regardless of Ashley’s personal opinion, he had to admit Hailey was a pretty good presenter, able to manipulate the audience’s emotions to her beck and call.
The temperature of the room was slowly rising.
To Ashey, he was all for it. If girls wanted to talk about their masturbation, with fingers, pencils, cucumbers, sure it’s their choice. But who exactly is oppressing them? Is it truly society or are their own sensibilities stopping them?
At that Ashley stood and prepared to leave.
“Yes? Do you have a question?” Hailey asked, the attention of the room snapping towards Ashley.
“No, not really.” Ashley replied, stuck in his place.
“Well then, could you please sit down until the end of my sharing please?” Hailey struck, a little pissed at the rhythm of her talk being interrupted. She had succeeded in building the whole session towards a climax, and some dude decided to stand up and completely derail her thoughts.
Now it was Ashley’s turn to be annoyed. He had simply decided to leave a talk he no longer had any interest in, but the presenter’s sharp rebuke had irritated him. So instead of sitting back down in his seat and becoming the “oppressed”, he decided to pose Hailey a question.
“Hailey, isn’t it? Are you a feminist?”
“Well of course I am, that’s why I am here advocating about how we ought to be more open about female masturbation.”
“As a feminist then, do you believe in equal rights between men and women?”
“Does the sun rise from the east? Of course I do. I’ve been a vivid supporter of all feminist causes all my life.”
“Okay then, if men are allowed to take off their tops in public, do you think women should too?” Ashley pressed, taking off his t-shirt (showing a nice, firm six-pack) and waiting for Hailey’s response.
“I… I… it’s different!”
“Is it really? Haven’t you been a vivid feminist your whole life? Surely, something as simple as this can’t stump you right? After all, in the states feminist supporters protest topless and more on the streets in their parades. I’m sure you know that right?”
Cornered, Hailey unbuttoned her blouse and revealed a comfortable skin-coloured bra as she attempted to reserve some dignity. She had never been this undressed in public as she always had reservations about her body, her figure and especially her rather limited growth up top.
“You’re wearing a bra?! Haven’t you heard about the “free-the-nipple” movement? You could see my nipples couldn’t you? Where are yours? So much for a vivid feminist eh?” Ashley pursued.
“I… No. Again that’s different!” Hailey muttered, her mind in a total panic now.
“Come let me help you…” Hailey heard the guy say, before he walked straight up to her and unbuttoned the clasp of her bra.
“OH MY GOD, NO!!!” Hailey yelled as her bra was held up like a trophy by this devil’s spawn that must have been created to ruin her day. She held her arms protectively across her chest, even if there wasn’t much to cover.
The audience was struck so silent you could hear a pin drop as the events unfolded before their eyes. Nobody even thought of stepping up to help Hailey, all trapped in their seats in hot anticipation of what’s about to happen.
“And now, for your demonstration of female masturbation that’s oh so good please” Ashley announced, pulling Hailey’s shorts and briefs down in one swift stroke, showing off her wild, untrimmed bush and leaving her completely undressed in front of an audience of 20 or so people.
A collective, shocked yelp was heard coming from the audience, but again, no one moved.
Hailey was also rooted to her spot, now completely nude, her eyes red and about to cry, her hands on her chest and crotch protectively.
“Female masturbation? We’re waiting… Or are you not supportive of this cause?” Ashley really knew where to press where it hurts the most.
In painful silence, Hailey spread open her legs for her audience, fingers on one hand playing with her clitoris while the other hand remained tightly across her small breasts. Tears streamed down her face and everyone watched. People only begin to get up and leave after she has fingered herself to a shameful orgasm.
It was no doubt the most humiliating thing Hailey had ever done in her life, especially in front of her friends and people whom she knew and was going to be seeing for the rest of the years in this school.
Utterly defeated and alone with the man that defeated her, Hailey did not even protest when Ashley bent her over and penetrated her… Again and again he went…
…
“For the next talk, perhaps you can talk about women sucking dicks and how that should be an okay thing too. I’d volunteer to let you suck mine for the talk, bitch.” Ashley commented sarcastically, before leaving Hailey behind all alone in the room.
Audacious Audition
“Hey Mia, there’s an audition for the female lead in a short, local, artistic film coming up. Full disclosure - nude scenes will be required - Will you be interested?” Mia’s agent stated.
Mia hesitated at the question. She has finished her acting class for almost a full year now, but has yet to secure any roles in films, TV, musicals or even YouTube! She was really looking forward to a breakthrough after all these failed auditions and couldn’t help but be interested in the prospect. However, Mia wasn’t so sure she was ready to bare it all for the camera. Even sleazy themes tended to disgust her now that it seems women are being commercialised like meat.
Refuse to show cleavage? Ok thank you. Refuse to talk dirty? Alright, I hope to work with you in the future. Bikini is too skimpy for you? Sorry, you’re not someone we’re looking for.
It’s as if women’s only value lies in showing off their bodies and entertaining the male fantasy.
Mia is completely sick of it. But she is also sick of not being able to land a role and being income-less for what seems like forever.
“A question, is this some kind of sleazy production that objectifies women?” Mia asked, holding on to her bottom line.
“Well, I must admit I don’t have all the details, but from what I know, it’s an artistic thriller film. If you’re thinking of nightclub/strip club sleazy, then that’s definitely a no. The plot revolves around the female protagonist being subjected to a bunch of mental torture by a perverted stalker. The impetus comes from the protag going for lasik and was partially blind for a few days after the operation where the antagonist manages to strike.” came the reply.
“Alright, I guess it does sound that it is not made just to entertain the guys. I guess I’ll give it a try. Let me know the dates and time please…”
…
Fast forward to the day of the audition, Mia put on light make-up, a simple delicate dress and prepared herself. The lines required appeared simple to her and she was confident she could nail it. Worries about the nude scene(s) required in the film remain in her head, but she was determined not to let them affect her chances. Mia could worry about them when the time comes, she thinks.
“I’ll be honest, the lines are nailed beautifully. Your looks are what we are looking for in the movie as well… “ the Director stated, who with wilful hair appears to be rather eccentric in Mia’s opinion. “The only problem left is the nude scene, which I’m sure was stated upfront that the female lead will need to have in the movie. Do you have a problem with that?”
“Thank you for giving me a chance and for your honesty, director. I’m grateful for the opportunity and will not have any problems with nudity please.” Mia replied.
“Quick and decisive. I like that. Sadly, from my experiences, many a times actors and actresses are quick to say okay to things like nudity, drastic changes in physical appearance or some other bane, only to get cold feet on the set when they realise how many people are actually looking at them. Now if you don’t mind, I would like to verify your willingness. You already know the character we are looking for, take as long as you need, get into character and follow my lead. Let me know when you’re ready.”
Mia composed herself, willed herself into the character required for the film. A young, well-to-do wife of a famous cardiologist, she needn’t work but is free to pursue her own interests in her free time in a mansion on the hillside, far away from the poorer commoners in the city. Her husband treats her like a trophy wife, but she is nevertheless grateful for not having to worry about her next meal or other basic necessities. Now that her lasik is done, she is largely blind and reliant on her limbs and ears to move around.
Fully into character, Mia signalled that she was ready.
“Your husband is away on a work trip, and your servant sent away to get supplies. In a mansion three-storeys high, you sit alone and uneasy. Trying not to dwell too much, you decide to head upstairs for a quick shower and retire early to bed.”
Mia enacted her role, searching hard for the stairs before climbing cautiously on each step with her “limited vision”. She was beginning to worry where this was going.
“Now, as you fumble with the doorknob, you finally manage to head into the showers, but not without much difficulty. Undress fully, step into the empty bathtub and showcase the exuberance that comes when the first jet of cold water hits your body.”
Mia knew this right here was the test and she was determined to pass it with flying colours. Fortunately, the director’s instructions were easy to follow and Mia executed them perfectly until the big moment where she was supposed to “undress fully”. Her character may be “blind”, but she clearly isn’t.
Apart from the director, the producer and assistant director were on the panel. All around the room are staff such as writers, note-takers and logistics people. Mia would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous. Her heart was pulsating at maximum capacity.
Fortunately, her dress was a simple one. Sliding off her shoulder straps timidly, Mia reached behind and pulled the zip down. Her dress cascaded to the floor in a single sweep. She thanked her common sense for wearing matching underwear for the interview now that they are on full display. Mia was tempted to skip stripping fully and proceed onto the shower part, but she was keenly aware of the director’s sharp, focused eyes on her and knew there was no way he would let it slide.
Moments later, Mia was “stepping into” a “bathtub” nude and starting her “shower”.
“You quickly realise that the water was too cold, and fumble for the knob to warm it up. Before applying any soap, you made sure that the water got everywhere first.” the director continued, approaching Mia from the back as she acted out soaking herself in the shower, running her fingers through her hair and body.
“You think of your husband, and wonder when’s the next time he’ll be back and touching you. You think of the last time you had intercourse, how happy you made him feel, and how lovely he had made you feel. You begin to caress and touch your own body in delicate areas, prompting your body to recreate the scene…”
Mia’s fingers begin circling her breasts, now on display for all to see. She panicked slightly at how the director is basically requesting for her to masturbate in front of everyone, especially since he is stepping closer and closer to her.
“Remember that you can’t really see, and shut your eyes if you have to. Don’t lose character and show me how she would react in such a situation.”
Mia took the advice and closed her eyes. She shut out the image of people staring at her and thought about how she herself would also play under the shower while thinking of her ex-boyfriend. Mia could feel a warmth spreading between her legs. Her nipples were now erect and hard. She had no idea what the director was going to do to her now that he seems to be directly behind her. She simply focused on herself, her character, her arousal and heaped more efforts towards building an orgasm.
Mia was rubbing her little lady nub vigorously when she felt another man’s breath on her neck. Keeping her eyes closed, she thought about how violently she was gonna be penetrated and slipped two fingers in herself. The breath behind her came more hurriedly, but her pressing need was to finish herself.
That is until she felt the touch of skin lightly grazing her breasts and did what she thought her character would do. Mia spun around in a panicked manner, “realising” that she wasn’t the only one in the shower. Her arms stretched out defensively, as if to hit or block any incoming blows from all directions.
“Cut! Excellent, just brilliant Mia! Tell the others to go home, I think we’ve found the one.” the director applauded with joy. “Time to go for some drinks guys, we’re done for the day!” the director happily announced.
Mia was overjoyed as well, finally being able to land her first role, a starring role at that. She was also relieved that the ordeal was over and bent over to pick up her discarded clothes on the floor when the director stopped her.
“There’s just one more thing I need you to do… it’s about testing your acting skills for the rape scene…”
Mia looked around the room. Everyone seemed to have packed up and left as soon as the director announced closure for the day. Now she was left alone with the director, still fully nude as his eyes stared appreciatively at her tits, his hands heavy on her shoulders and guiding Mia to her knees…
Overstepping
Have you ever fantasized about buddy’s girlfriends? How they would be when they are naked? In heat? Behind the façade that they put up when together with other people? The unrestrained?
If you said no, both you and I know you’re lying.
So, can you really blame me when I saw the opportunity and acted on it?
A little background, I couldn’t really afford the rates that living on campus required, so together with an army pal we rented out a small apartment nearby. The rent itself was in fact higher, but there were no mandatory meal plans and such, less rules and more flexibility so I figured as much.
We each had our own room, but the number of visitors each got were quite a bit different. My pal is humorous, low-key good looking without being too flamboyant while I was just, well, a good-ol nerdy. So action in my room involved me, myself and my computer. Whereas across the thin wall, a multitude of characters. To say that I envy his situation would be an understatement.
He does know that the walls are thin, but didn’t really mind it much, especially since his female companions hardly knew better (or perhaps he simply dismissed any such concerns if and when they arise). Recently, he had only 1 female visitor however. He never admitted as to whether they were “steady”, but I found the lack of variety indicative.
One of the recent nights I found myself once again in front of the computer, in the middle of the night, with my earphones plugged in, a romantic-action movie playing when action scenes were playing right across the walls. It was definitely a conundrum deciding between listening to pre-recorded scenes or live ones. I figured I could always go back to the video whenever I wanted to, but the opportunity for listening live may not always be there.
So there I was, punishing my pole while I listened to another form of punishment right across.
The performers reached the peaks of their crescendo, while I too hit my climatic finish. Ounces of guilt crept in when I thought about what I had just done, but I couldn’t help but admit the arousal from imagining the action solely from the sounds.
I guess men really just like having the space to fantasize.
As I slumped, I heard the sounds of doors being opened, the flicking of a switch and the closing of another door. It appears that someone from another room may have entered the bathroom.
Curious, and a little excited at what I may find, I snuck out of my room as stealthily as I could, a hunter in the night. Step by little step, I strode ahead in the corridor, discovering to my delight that their room door was ajar.
Aligning my eyes with the gap, the sight that greeted me almost caused me to quiver on the spot. A lady, spent and naked, slumped and resting on the bed. She laid on her side, facing the opposite wall such that I could see, even in the darkness, her smooth skin, her slithe body that stretched out to her legs. All for me to take in.
I didn’t know how, I didn’t when, but I found myself creeping ever closer. The room emanates copulation, the pheromones, the sweat, the passion. Overwhelming my senses. I reached into my pants, unsheathing and stroking the sword, my arousal immense at the perfect form before my eyes.
Ready to burst at any moment, she spun around and stared straight into my eyes. Horrified at being caught, I froze completely, my mind blank as a sheet as I stared like deer in headlights. Her eyes darted to my erection, her hand approaching closer yet all I could focus on was how perfect her melons looked.
The next thing I knew, my member was enveloped by her comfortingly warm mouth, her tongue dancing circles on my little head. Her hand wasn’t idle either as fingers traced and teased my jewels. I proceeded to explode unceremoniously without any warning when sounds of flushing can be heard and reality came crashing through the haze.
Panicking, I was wondering what I should do while she struggled with the sudden gushes of protein I had just given her. Thankfully, one of us still had their wits when she reluctantly swallowed and pointed to the cupboards at me.
Quickly, I jumped in and tried to be as quiet as possible, as quickly as possible.
Not a moment sooner, for my flatmate soon returned, only for his female companion to pounce on.
“I’m still horny.” was the quick command I heard, before sounds of her mouth being filled was once again heard, coaxing another weapon to life.
I soon discovered that through the gaps in the cupboard door, I could actually see what was going on out there. And facing me happened to be her very delicate ass, and her glistening slit while she lowered her head again and again.
“Fuck me hard baby, I wanna be super loud tonight”
“You do know that I don’t live alone right? Not scared my flatmate hear ah?”
“Can hear, cannot see, cannot touch. I’ll take it”
The show I finally got to watch was more than worth the uncomfortable spot I was put in. If they used to be loud, they were absolutely deafening tonight. For her part, she did periodically look my way as she was fucked, as if to let me enjoy the show better.
Thinking back, I bet she was way more horny than usual knowing that I was watching.
And needless to say, for the next few weeks, I had only one fantasizing target when I was enjoying my alone time…
Taking Turns
*clink
“Cheers!!!” Echoed through the room.
“Congrats congrats! To the new match made in heaven!”
“To Sydney and Tony whooo!!!”
Applause and greetings graced the living room and everyone settled down after giving their kudos to the new couple. Not forgetting to down their champagne, a festive mood permeated the air as the group reflected on how far they had come.
The five of them were university friends, who met at the very start of their orientation. Sydney was of course the belle of the orientation group, in a school where guys were already the minority. With a bubbly personality and enviable figure, Sydney had always found herself in the good books of boys and the bad books of girls.
And she knew it.
She had first met Tony all the way back in university but had fallen in love with him only much later (after they had both graduated), when they had gone on the same trip together (with other friends) to Suzhou and Hangzhou (China). Perhaps it was the altitude, or the scenery that made one feel as small as a grain when dwarfed by the snow capped peaks or the gentle but powerful rivers that snaked the valleys.
But one of the nights Sydney had knocked on Tony’s hotel door and introduced him to a world he never knew before. The rest was history.
Now, more than a year later, Tony and Sydney were celebrating their engagement, together with the orientation group (OG) clique. They rented a humble 3-room abode together recently and the gathering served both as a house-warming of sorts and somewhat a bachelor’s/hen’s night since Sydney really didn’t have many female friends.
The only other people in the dining room are Pierce, Kelvin and Ray, their OG mates. Sydney had in fact dated all 3 of them before, at some point or another, which is something Tony was privy to but didn’t mind. After all, she was the most sought after woman in their community right? Tony even remembers the days when Pierce - the first amongst them who successfully dated Sydney - would boast about how great Sydney’s figure was. Or a delighted Kelvin who had managed to get her out on a date (after she had broken up with Pierce, of course). Ray had even secretly alluded to Tony personally before that Sydney was really kinky in bed, something Ray didn’t dare mention in front of Pierce or Kelvin (her exes).
Tony took it all in stride. After all, he is the one marrying Sydney right? Besides, who didn’t have a past?
Playing dice and drinking as the forfeiture, the group was getting high as the end went on, everyone slightly tipsy.
Once, Sydney refused her drink when she lost, and instead requested for an alternative. Ray suggested she give each guy a peck right smack on the lips and Sydney proceeded to do exactly just that before Tony could even react.
Still rather innocuous, the games played on until Pierce accidentally toppled his beer when carrying out his forfeit. All in good fun, he requested to borrow a towel and for the group to carry while he cleaned up.
As the host, Sydney got up and allowed Pierce to use the toilet in their master bedroom, disappearing into the background to search for a towel and/or a simple T-shirt for Pierce to change into.
“Man, you’re so lucky to have such a beautiful wife!” Kelvin chuckled, patting Tony’s back.
“Yah man. Her figure is so good. So how? You got resist fucking her every night not?” Ray added.
“Eh don’t like that say la. She’s my first girlfriend leh. I not so experienced like you all. But wah see her sexy ass, sometimes really can’t resist.” Tony replied, to the delight of his companions.
“Eh but Tony, you know our history with her right? You okay hor? That each of us fucked her before.” Kelvin queried, somewhat timidly.
“Sometimes together…” Ray trailed.
Taken aback slightly at Ray’s comment, Tony decided to be the bigger man “Yar yar it’s all good all in the past man.”
“Wah bro that’s why you the best la. Only you can be okay with other guys fucking your wife hahaha” Kelvin quickly piled on.
“Aiya small thing small thing. Fuck you all la ah, see her so sexy all horny liao right knn.” Tony shot back. “Is it next time your future wife I also need to fuck first then fair?”
They continued exchanging little jibs and jabs on Tony when Pierce returned to the table with Sydney, a huge grin and one of Tony’s old T-shirts. Sydney had tied up her hair into a ponytail, her face slightly flushed.
“Wah your Asian flush come out already ah?” Kelvin punctured.
“Yar la yar la drink too much already la. You all naughty keep making me drink.” Sydney replied haughtily. Her flushed cheeks only made her more attractive to the tipsy guys, especially when she was wearing a figure-hugging one-piece.
The group was going to start a game of ride the bus when Kelvin interjected, “eh Sydney, I almost forgot, that time you say you want to recommend me your sportswear collection right. The dunno what Lulelemon or Kydra or Vivre one. Show me leh. I want buy for my girlfriend.”
“Oh yah hor. Okok you come. You guys continue ah.” Sydney answered, bringing Kelvin into the master bedroom.
“Lai lai don’t care them let’s go let’s go.” Pierce rallied.
Riding the bus involves a lot of drinking (and a lot of time), so when they were done, Tony, Pierce and Ray were all slumped on their seats resting when Sydney and Kelvin returned.
Something immediately appeared amiss to Tony. As Sydney returned to her seat, she had accidentally flashed Tony (and maybe Ray who was sitting adjacent to him) and looked as if she was commando down below. Alerted, Tony paid close attention and realised that Sydney’s zipper was also rather low on her back, the zipper handle missing.
A weird feeling crept up within Tony and he needed to know what had happened. But Tony knew it had to be privately with Sydney, so not while the party was on-going and Tony could only wait patiently and frustratingly for his opening.
This time, Tony didn’t even hear the excuse. He only knew he was engrossed in the five-ten drinking game with Pierce and Kelvin for a couple of rounds before he realised Ray and Sydney were missing. Before he could speak up however, the guys dragged him back into the game and the thought submerged beneath his consciousness.
This time though, there was no mistaking it. Something was clearly wrong. Sydney had put down her hair again when she came back out with Ray. She had changed out of her dress however, and only wore a thin, oversized white top and shorts. Her pink nipples were clearly showing through the fabric, causing Tony’s blood to rush down south. Surely everyone else can now admire his wife-to-be’s voluptuous delicacies?
“What in the actual fuck had happened?!” Tony thought as alarmed bells rang loudly in his head.
When Sydney stepped away to get a drink, Tony could hold himself back no longer and quickly excused himself to follow after her. Tony’s sudden approach startled Sydney, who was halfway through her glass of water in the kitchen. Spilling over her front, her rather translucent top now clung effortlessly to her skin, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
Desire flooded Tony and he knew he would have taken Sydney right there if there weren’t any guests in. But Tony held himself back. He had to know.
“I’m so horny right now babe. Fuck me quickly in the toilet?” Sydney whispered seductively in his ear, before Tony could say a single thing.
Short-circuited, Tony immediately relocated the both of them, and tore at Sydney once the doors were closed. Sydney was so wet down below that Tony could no longer resist and clutched desperately onto her melons for dear life as he plunged himself deep in her again and again. Reciprocating his efforts, Sydney moaned deeply and loudly, fully immersed in the experience.
As Tony built towards his climax, he was interrupted by a few urgent but firm knocks on the door.
*Knock knock knock
Tony froze, his desire slightly abated at the ridiculous situation he now found himself in. There was no question who was knocking, nor the reason why. Tony needed an excuse for the situation, but his brain could come up with none.
On the other hand, Sydney simply reached for the handle and twisted it, allowing the visitors to have sight of the action.
“Shiok right?” Ray taunted.
“Ya la we front living room also can hear Sydney’s slutty moans ah. Hahaha” Kelvin chimed in.
“Don’t mind us looking la. You finish first.” Pierce concluded.
Still confused by the outrageous scene, Tony remained in place but Sydney did not. As if this was something ordinary, Sydney grinded back on Tony, essentially fucking herself on Tony and continued moaning as usual.
Encouraged, Tony stepped up and slammed right back, pumping away until he had emptied himself in her.
“Nice nice. Now lend her to us k. Pierce haven’t use yet tonight.” Kelvin stated matter-of-factly
“Wait… wha… ?” Tony blurted. He was unable to wrap his overloaded mind around things, but in his confusion Sydney had already stepped out ahead of him, still fully naked.
By the time Tony stepped out of the toilet, all he saw was Pierce sliding into Sydney, right there in the kitchen. The move earned a primal groan from Sydney and the action continued unimpeded.
Lost for words, Tony was rooted to the spot as he watched his wife-to-be thoroughly enjoy another man.
She was expressing her enjoyment and asking to be fucked harder just like she did a moment ago with Tony. The bewilderment, the betrayal, all a confusing swathe for Tony.
“Damn she can fuck!” Tony heard Kelvin utter.
“Suck my dick again Sydney.” Commanded Ray, as he lowered his pants and approached.
Sydney simply popped it in her mouth without a second thought, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do.
“Eh Tony, wanna see if she can take all 3 of us? Here we go…” Kelvin goaded, before joining in the action.
They took some time to align the postures, and alternate the choices available for their amusement, but eventually Sydney found herself lowering onto Ray, before Kelvin probed slowly but surely into her chrysanthemum. Last but not least Pierce occupied Sydney’s mouth fully before all three men began thrusting together.
Muffled but unmistakable were the carnal sounds of pleasure that emitted from slut that is Sydney in front of Tony’s eyes. Sure Sydney can be wild in bed at times, but Tony has never seen or expected something like this. This is Sydney in her fullest, most uninhibited form. And it both scares and arouses him.
After all three emptied themselves in her, Tony could only make the guys promise to never do anything like that again in the future, somewhat disappointing to Sydney.
The counter-offer (which Sydney accepted without seeking his opinion) was that every time they gathered, determining whether or not the guys could fool around with Sydney would depend completely on her. The test will be having a blindfolded Sydney suck all 4 of their cocks. If she could guess correctly which one is Tony’s, nothing further that night. But if she doesn’t, they can do anything that they please.
After all, Sydney is Tony-exclusive every other time right? What’s wrong with a little fun occasionally? And Sydney ought to have a lot of practice…
Lifted
“Men rarely appreciate the amount of effort girls put in for a date.” Rachel thought to herself as she chose her outfit. “The girl has to think of the activity, what she’s showing (and what she’s not), what kind of make-up ought to be appropriate for the occasion, what hair, and of course what kind of clothes (with matching footwear). Men just pre-select casual, semi-formal or formal and job’s done. Ughhhh.”
For today’s date, they were going to a billiards club, nothing too formal, but attractive enough that her man’s eyes will be on her (or what she puts on display) instead of ogling at other ah lians Rachel was half sure will be there.
…
“You look amazing babe” exclaimed her boyfriend, who proceeded to give her a little friendly smack on her bum when they met. Besides the words that made her day, she saw how her boyfriend’s eyes lit up as they saw her. Making the uncomfortableness of the push-up bra Rachel wore more than worth it.
“Let’s go. Do you want to make a bet for today’s game?” Rachel’s boyfriend asked.
“Nooo… don’t want. You’re better than me and you’re gonna make me do something sleazy again.” Rachel pouted. The previous time Rachel lost a bet, she had to ‘accidentally’ send a bathroom selfie where she was only in her underwear in a WhatsApp group chat that her boyfriend was also in.
It didn’t go down well for Rachel, but her boyfriend really enjoyed it.
There is only 1 lift to the parlor, which is small and can barely hold 4 people. Sadly, there were already 3 guys in front of them waiting for it. Rachel would very much prefer to wait for the next lift, but being a Friday night, they were both worried about the chances of getting an available table.
So despite 3 guys who were taller than Rachel shuffling into the lift first and Rachel’s discomfort with the situation, Rachel and her boyfriend stepped into it, turning around and facing the door in the claustrophobic space.
5 seconds in was when disaster first struck.
As a woman living in a city like Singapore, it’s not uncommon to run into borderline sexual harassment. The kind where a slight stare or touch results in one wondering whether that was intentionally or purely accidental.
There was no ambiguity with this one. A loud smack rang in the enclosed space as a palm landed right on Rachel’s butt. A harsh squeeze on top to bring the message home.
Horrified at the blatant behavior, Rachel tugged at her boyfriend as she spun around to face the perpetrator.
However, in a matter of seconds, a hand roughly shoved the back of her boyfriend’s head forward, his forehead running right smack into the metal door with a resounding twang.
Rachel felt the life leaving him as he went limp instantly, and begin to collapse.
Rachel is now completely at their mercy.
The lift door opened for brief moments before closing again, the origin now becoming the destination. With her boyfriend out cold, hands took Rachel generously, as she was right in the midst and available for manipulation.
“Sweet young thing ah?” Rachel heard as hee chin was lifted into the air for the men to have a good look.
“Don’t worry, he’s fine. We can give you a good time too. Now please tell us where he parked or would you prefer somewhere more public?” They asked after fishing for the car keys that Rachel’s boyfriend was holding.
Horrified at the situation, Rachel knew she could only cooperate as she led them to the car.
Stuffed into the backseat while her boyfriend was packed into the trunk, Rachel’s carefully planned seductions were now benefiting others. The tiny crop top that was designed to show her cleavage when she bent over at the pool table felt way too small for comfort. The tiny little shorts that showed off much of her legs and her shapely butt has instead attracted the wrong attention. Nevertheless, Rachel knew she won’t get to hold on to them for long.
Even as they drove towards the rooftop of one of the multi-storey carparks in the area, Rachel was slowly but roughly being groped and stripped in the backseat by 2 men.
2 fingers was roughly stuffed in her snatch, causing Rachel to yelp momentarily. She clenched hard at the intrusion, before endorphins flooded her senses to help with the discomfort.
“Eh she getting damn wet sia.”
“Nice firms tits also”
Rachel blushed at the exchange of crude comments on her body. She felt degraded and used, nothing but meat when she was kissed, with a mouth full of stinky cigarette breath.
If she wasn’t already, this turned her on immensely.
“Inside or outside?” She heard them ask as the vehicle came to a complete halt.
“Inside please.” Rachel pleaded.
“Hmmm… NAH! HAHAHAHA”
At the top, unsheltered floor of the HDB multi-storey carpark, Rachel was dragged out into the open, one tit falling out and her panties bunch and tugged to one side.
They placed her face down on the back of the car, on top of the boot door and knocked lightly.
“You’re gonna want to hear this, mister.” the statement rang, after which Rachel was mercilessly violated.
She had by this time, been so completely aroused by the men that she no longer resisted. Even the cries from her boyfriend in the trunk did nothing to stop her from moaning her heart out, in her vulnerable and stimulated state as men after men took her.
…
“You guys haven’t tried this mouth right? How about I suck your dicks right there at the lift lobby so you guys can get a better look at me…?” Rachel offered, her hunger insatiable in the night of her new found sexual prowess…