The first love
Mindy blushed as she thought about what she was going to do. She was hardly concentrating on the books and lecture notes in front of her as the little cinema in her head played over and over again the ideal scenario she had in mind.
She tilted her head upwards slightly, to peep at what the man sitting opposite her was doing. She didn’t dare to look at him straight on, especially with what she had in mind. Thankfully he was scrolling on his phone, seemingly paying no attention to the materials at hand as well.
Mindy was so sure she was going to do it right there and then. Until the words found themselves stuck at her throat once again.
“Ugh! Just do it!” rang in Mindy’s head as she tried to plead with herself.
“Oi what you doing!” the boy sharing the same table interrupted.
“Wha…? What? Nothing! Nothing la!” Mindy stuttered.
“Nothing why you blushing?”
“Have meh? You think too much la. Weather hot maybe.”
Mindy quickly pretended to read her notes intently. Her mind wondered how she even found herself in this situation.
At this point, they had been studying together in school, after school for a couple of weeks already. Mindy always felt that he seemed to have a thing for her and appreciated the sentiment. But despite the daily study sessions, he doesn’t seem to have an interest in taking things further, frustrating Mindy.
Is he interested in me? Is he just interested in studying? Mindy could never tell.
Mindy would often start her daydreams with perfect endings, them happily married and caring for their children together, until reality broke her bubble and she was left wondering whether he even liked her in the first place.
It got so bad that at one point Mindy found herself searching online about how a girl should take the first step instead and was immersed in the idea ever since.
The move she was about to pull was one of the top-reviewed ones, which many other girls in her situation had said would work. But she was finding it hard to execute. After all, she had never been the one to initiate anything in relationships and others had always said to wait for the man to do it…
“Ugh stupid girl, lets just go!” Mindy chided herself mentally and steeled her resolve. She began to take out the lipstick and palm-sized mirror she had carefully prepared, before applying the lipstick carefully on her lips, occasionally stealing a glance at whether he had noticed.
When she was happy and satisfied with it, Mindy gave a light tap on his arm and said, “Do you like my new lipstick?”
“Oh! Yeah sure, it looks nice. Why are you putting on lipstick? We’re still in school you know?”
“Why can’t I put on lipstick in school? Anyway, nice right? Would you like to taste it?” Mindy quickly focused the conversation again, pouting her lips in invitation.
“Oh sure!” Mindy heard him say, flowers blooming in her head. She squeezed her eyelids shut, anticipating the moment in earnest.
Except nothing happened.
Confused, Mindy opened her eyes to see him literally licking her lipstick, disgust quickly overwhelming the disappointment in her heart.
Boys will always be boys…
Sincerest apologies for any disappointment in the previous story. Just thought it would be fun to troll people on the internet every once in a while. Additional story here to make up for it. Cheers!
Codeword
The smell of alcohol hit Rena before any of her other senses could activate as she opened her door.
“Hey Babe! I miss you so much, could you suck my dick please?” spouted the reeked mouth. One that unfortunately belonged to Rena’s boyfriend.
“Ew gross. Are you drunk? Why did you guys drink so much again?” Rena demanded as she quickly went forward to support her slobbering boyfriend. He unhelpfully began to litter foul-smelling kisses on the side of Rena’s face that was edged under his armpit as Rena helped him to the bed.
“Aw babe, come on…” Rena’a boyfriend started, as he tried to pull Rena’s neck towards his lower body. “It’ll be like palming that mini-blusher set right into your bra as no one is looking”.
“Oh my god, you’re such an asshole!”
“Yeah? Or the time you pop the little eraser into your pocket at the stationery shop as you pretended to kiss me.”
“Oh Fuckkkk. This is so unfair.” Rena moaned as she scurried and fumbled with the buttons on her boyfriend shorts.
Moments later Rena found herself with a mouthful of cum as she fingered herself to an orgasm while choking on her boyfriend’s generous member.
She cursed and swore at her own stupidity as she picked herself up while he snored on the bed. She should have never told her boyfriend about her secret. Now she had to make the journey of shame to the dorm toilet to clean up.
Rena reminisced about the times her boyfriend was sweet and the sex was great. He was always caring and attentive during sex, asking her how she would like to be touched and consistently putting her enjoyment first before pursuing his own.
It was the afterglow from the sex one day when they decided to skip classes and get kinky instead. Rena was still high from the strenuous exertions, dopamine flooding her veins when her boyfriend asked what other kinks she really had.
Rena had almost opened up to him right there and then, but she knew how dangerous it was and held back at the last second. Guilty for the delay, she looked back at him and saw warm and gentle eyes looking right back at her. Maybe it was the hormones or the pheromones, but for a second Rena felt like she could let him have her whole world.
So she did.
She cheekily whispered in his ear to dress up so she could show him instead of telling him.
Up for the challenge, the pair proceeded to the on-campus bookstore, where Rena subtly slid one of the ballpoint pens up between her legs and maintained eye contact with her boyfriend as it disappeared into her FBTs.
Rena had officially let him in on her most tightly-kept secret. And they proceeded back to her room where Rena pounced on him even before the door could fully close. Anyone in their rooms on that floor could hear them if they bothered to.
Yet now Rena’s boyfriend never bothers anymore. Why put in the effort when Rena was basically an at-command fucktoy?
Rena could only wonder how far he’ll take it.
Further than she could ever imagine, it turns out.
…
The first time he pushed her boundaries (as if he wasn’t already) with his manipulation was when they were at her boyfriend’s army gathering. It was basically a whole bunch of dudes with their girlfriends at a large KTV room. They were playing drinking games while others displayed their excellent singing skills.
Rena wasn’t the best singer, but she did enjoy a party or two. However, she was cognizant that army guys tend to talk mostly about, well, army things which she could barely relate to.
Thankfully the mic was always available, as is other girlfriends.
Unfortunately, the decent couples had all left by midnight, citing curfews and whatnot. Rena’s boyfriend however was unwilling to go, citing the fact that they stayed outside in the dormitory anyways. It was also true that midnight tended to be rather early for their lifestyle, but Rena wasn’t keen on staying when most of the other girls had already left.
Less so when her boyfriend began exploiting her again.
“Babe, wanna try sucking me off in secret?” Rena’s boyfriend muttered in her ear.
“What?! No!?” Rena shouted back.
“You sure? I’m sure it’ll feel like sliding your hand into one of the handbags just now and secretly taking away the pad pouch that they carry…” Rena’s boyfriend continued.
“You’re a fucking dick.”
“And you’re a tights stealing thief. Now give me a good one, quietly.”
Rena tried her best to pretend to be drunk as she slouched horizontally over her boyfriend’s groin area, her fingers tantalizing playful on his member, her tongue intermittently coming into contact. Rena could feel her boyfriend’s fingers slide in under her skirt, caressing her moist womanhood over her panties as she tried to work discreetly.
“Eh bro, your girlfriend drunk ah?”
“No la! She sucking my dick!” Rena heard her boyfriend respond carefreely.
Before Rena could even protest or scream profanities at the statement, she found her hair pulled back roughly as she came into eye contact with the questioner, her face flushed with exertion and her boyfriend’s dick pointing straight up at the ceiling.
There was no question that the statement was true.
“Wah bro, your girlfriend so slutty one ah. Bojio.”
“Hahaha good stuff bro. Watch!” Rena’s boyfriend crouched and whispered in her ear “My friend here drives a convertible BMW, imagine stealing his keys so we can fuck in it with the top down. Now take off your panties and throw it at him.”
“Oh God, OHHH!” Rena moaned, helpless at the imagery in her head. From reaching into his pockets, onto the joy she would have gotten if she managed to pocket the keys. She quickly stood up on the cushioned seats and reached underneath her skirt for her panties, before smoothly sliding them down her legs.
By now, everyone was basically watching her, but she paid them no heed. Rena was back on her knees, leaning over her boyfriend’s dick as she tossed her panties to his friend. Her clean-shaven pussy was available in the air for all to see, and her boyfriend’s fingers quickly tunneled in them.
Rena was about to have a fucking orgasm while her boyfriend’s army friends watched. She didn’t know whether to be thankful or not that there were hardly any other women there. After all, what would they ever think of her?
Cheers erupted when Rena convulsed, her hands barely steady enough to hold onto her joyride.
“Now take off your top and ride me. I wanna show them who’s the fucking boss…”
Facing her audience, Rena found herself riding to the rhythm of the night, her skirt thumping to the flow. Her boyfriend sucked hard on her neck, bringing her arousal close to another peak as he unclasped her bra, sharing her young and perky tits to her viewers.
“Fuck! Fuck! FUCKKKKKKK!!!” Rena shrieked when her boyfriend’s hands both roughly groped her boob and reached over to toy with her clitoris at the same time. It was almost a full minute before her boyfriend slowed and shot right into her womb.
Rena didn’t remember much after this point, only that Hi-5s were going around.
She was then next placed on her back on the transparent glass table in the middle. It was cold to the touch, like ice on her skin, something that echoed through her back and was uncomfortably hard. Rena’s knees were pulled as far apart as they could be, and men whose faces she could not remember would utter meaningless sentences at her ear before taking their turns in between her legs…
…
Rena woke up on the floor of her boyfriend’s dormitory room, a jacket over her torso that wasn’t even zipped and the same skirt she wore the night before. She knew she couldn’t do this anymore…
Parading the prize
This has always been the part that Cain enjoyed the most.
Unlike most men who were more worried about being able to fish someone back for the night, Cain’s good looks, tall frame and American accent seems to really do it for the ladies. Even on nights where his first choice didn’t work out, there was prey aplenty to choose from.
And tonight was no exception.
Driving his latest conquest-to-be to a nearby 5-star hotel, Cain kept one of his hands busy the whole time, teasing and building the tension. His catch was at his mercy, even going as far as offering to suck him off as he drove. Her smokey-eye make-up and deep-V fabric-thin black dress made it all the more tempting, but Cain never got into the idea of car-head, since it wasn’t like he had never tried it.
His favorite part is what comes next.
After Cain reversed his car into the parking lot, he made sure to smolder what was Tricia-or-Alicia or some name he couldn’t remember with his intense gaze, before making out with her intensely and making her wish he would just fuck them right there and then.
She was no exception.
Cain’s plan was simple. Right before leaving the car, Cain was going to remove her bra.
Sometimes it’s one with a normal clasp that Cain could easily unclasp and rip off, other times it was halter necks that needed more work. He even came across some sluts who wore nothing but nipple stickers. Regardless, Cain made sure that when his female-companion-for-the-night was next to him when he requests a room from the reception, she had nipples protruding through her dress like a cheap whore.
Not all of them went willingly with his plan, but after some coaxing and/or forceful manhandling, all of them left the car tits high and mighty.
Strolling into the hotel, Cain was relentless. He knew that this girl, like many others before her, must be feeling conscious about what she was showing up top. It never stopped Cain from helping himself down below as he hugged her close and groped her ass generously. He knew that anyone else around who might chance upon this sight would recognize a hunter with his prey in hand.
As if that wasn’t enough, Cain loves the expression on their faces when he doesn’t lead them to the elevators right-away after collecting the key card. Confusion, puzzlement cumulates on their faces as Cain will then bring apparently-her-name-is-Tricia towards the hotel bar instead.
Ordering drinks for the both of them, Cain strongly confines Tricia between his body and the bar counter. Making sure to further torture her while the bartender was busy making their drinks, Cain would nuzzle, lick and suck on the sides of her neck and her nape while his fingers dug for her panties.
Most of them struggled at least a little at this point, but for Tricia, all she felt was her slick underwear being tugged right down her smooth thighs, stopping awkwardly at her knees as the bartender presented them with their drinks.
Like a bitch caught in heat, she could only do her best to avoid eye contact with anyone else, knowing fully that they could all see how sluttily she was being treated. Not to mention the two standing proud nipples that were just begging for attention.
Tricia had been treated this way in her life. She had also never been more turned on before by a man she just met. This fucking chad was so forceful every step of the way that she could only submit. He was so overbearing yet the whole process was so hot. He was basically her perfect fantasy of a dominant boss who easily coaxed her into everything he wanted. Braless and panties halfway down her thighs, Tricia knew that anyone who saw her would simply assume she was a shameless hooker indulging her rich client. A small part of her actually wished she was, and that he would just fuck her right on the spot.
Like any other woman in the same situation, Tricia tried to discreetly tug her panties down the rest of the way and collect it but Cain would allow it. He would instead continue to torture her by stepping right on it and keeping it plain and open between her legs. The gesture, unmistakable.
When Cain was finally done humiliating her, he simply took it up and stuffed it in his pant’s pocket and finished up his drink.
“You’re my fucking slut…” Cain whispered as he dipped two of his fingers into Tricia’s glass and stuffed them right up between her legs, earning a surprised but muffled whimper.
Cain would then proceed to lead Tricia out of the bar, but instead of heading for the lifts, he will once again guide her a few rounds around the hotel lobby, his palm never leaving one of her ass-cheek to ensure that there was no doubt any onlookers might have that Cain was going to completely devour his defenseless prey next.
When he finally brought them to the designated room, they were never angry, instead frequently complimenting him on how hot the whole process was and being more than ready to be impregnated.
And as sort of his last sick bit, Cain would always fuck them with their hot slutty clubbing dresses on. He looked forward to ruining it with the intense fucking and if that didn’t do it, he would cum all over it.
After all, they no longer had their underwear and were fully at his mercy.
Tricia was no exception that night and she found herself with her black bodycon dress torn high at the side as Cain fucked her raw from behind. The V-neck design that the dress had simply allowed Cain to slip one shoulder strap off , freeing one breast to bounce without restriction as Tricia moaned away in the night on the balcony, hoping Cain would cum right in her pussy.
The Village Bicycle
It was one thing fantasizing about random influencers you see on Instagram or Tiktok, quite another to be salivating over someone’s profile whom you’ve seen and spoke to in real life.
“Oi see which chiobu? Bojio?” Max, my roommate, exclaimed as he peered over my shoulder.
“Kanina, scare me la. This one lo. Amber, like chio leh.”
“Amber? Eh she damn slut one you know?” Max dropped to a whisper.
“Zhun bo? Don’t people pose sexy pictures on Insta then you say she slut leh.” I retorted. It’s true though, I’ve known quite a few girls who seem to be perfectly decent women but are somehow more than okay with posing in revealing clothes on social media when I don’t actually see them wear anything near as outrageous in real life.
“Really la. You see she like fitspo, but she super lot of friends with benefits in the hall one. Got one time, someone say they saw her coming out of her shower, then Max just went to lead her to a corner where she just sucked him off, no questions asked. Not even in his or her room leh, just some fucking corner in the dorm.”
“Cannot be la. These kind of rumour anyhow one. Anyways Mark so handsome, so rich, any girl also wanna suck his dick la”
“Really la. Her nickname is the “Village Bicycle”. Everyone in this village also can ride.”
“Hahaha fuck you la. Kampong bicycle more better sibo.”
“Kanina tell you lobang you liddat. You still virgin right? Try la. Maybe she can be your first.” Max suggested.
Staring at her Instagram profile, I couldn’t help but be obsessed over the idea…
…
I’ve tried to think of different ways of how I could do it, but it didn’t quite work out the way I had envisaged. After all, they did say all battle plans go to shit when the first bullet is fired right? It certainly felt that way.
It was a rather quiet Friday evening when I chanced upon her getting out of a cab coming back into hall. She was wearing a white sports bra, black kydra tights and slippers while carrying a bunch of stuff. It instantly had my eyes fixated on her, my loins beginning to stir.
Most people had already left for the weekend, so I was somewhat surprised to see her. I tried to recall the various conversation starters that I’ve thought of, or those that I’ve googled, but my mind could only draw a blank.
She was closing the distance to the hall and I know she would quickly disappear into her room, so I knew I couldn’t lose my best chance. After all, even if she rejected me, no one (or less people) would be around to see it right?
“Uh hh- Hi!!” I stuttered.
“…Hi?” Amber responded, a little puzzled at the greeting.
“Ahhhh, not going home for the weekend?”
“Haha, I’m Malaysian, this is my home.”
“Wow Malaysian girls do have bigger boobs…” I thought before quickly uttering “Oh. Just came back from spin class ah?”
“Hahaha, yes. Is there something I can help you with…?” Amber queried, seemingly getting a little irritated.
“Uh, uh, just wanted to say that you look great haha. Your figure very good.” I muttered, blushing and cursing myself for whatever I just said.
“Hahaha, thank you. You’re so cute. Here, let me help you. You want my number or are you already following me on Instagram?
“I… I… I…”
“Hahaha, you’re such a cutie. Well, my room is on the 3rd floor, and Friday nights are kind of boring, so if you’re free maybe you can come hang out later? Unless, of course you’re going home for the weekend?”
“Oh my god? Really? I’ll be there!” I answered, a little too enthusiastically.
Amber just smiled and left, giving me a wink before returning to her room.
I was completely starstruck, to say the least. Can’t believe whatever happened worked. Or is she really just as easy as Max described?
Preparing myself, spraying whatever cologne I have and grabbing whatever snacks or drinks I had, I hurried to her room only to find myself stuck at the staircase. In my haste I had totally forgotten that males do not have access to the female floors. Thankfully, Amber quickly came to let me in.
To be honest, we didn’t do much for the first hour or so, just watching Netflix, chomping on snacks and having a few drinks here and there. I did keep stealing glances at her body though. Her nice smooth legs (she showered and is in FBTs now), her voluptuous chest and somewhat surprisingly, her nice jawline.
My experienced comrades would tell me to try and get her drunk and honestly the thought crossed my mind as well. But it was 1v1 and I’m not that good of a drinker myself, so I didn’t dare pursue the strategy.
What if she outdrinks me? What if she gets drunk but I’m myself too drunk to do anything?
So it was actually Amber who took the first step when she asked me, out of the blue, whether I was still a virgin…
“Errr… yes la actually. How did you know?”
“Guess la. You’re so shy and green hahaha. Like don’t know how to talk to girls.”
“Haha is it? You’re too pretty, I can’t help it. What about you? Are you still a virgin?”
“Hahaha oh my god. Did you just ask a girl you’ve met for the first time whether she’s a virgin?” Amber replied, seemingly offended.
“Ehhh but you ask me first what?”
“Haha just teasing you la.” Amber leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “are you really asking because you don’t know?”
I blushed crimson red at the comment. Does she know the reputation that she has? Does she expects me to know it too? How am I supposed to reply this? Panic rose in my chest as thoughts raced through my head.
Before I could think of a reply, Amber simply pecked me lightly on the lips and said “I’m not anymore but I’m still pretty tight oh.”
You could imagine the raging hard-on I had instantly. And therefore the tent I was pitching right away.
Instinct took over rational thought as I quickly jumped on Amber instead, but struggled to make any progress. After all, I’ve never stripped a woman before nor unclasped a bra before. But Amber quickly guided me and in no time, I found myself butt-naked, suckling on Amber’s generous peaks.
But the moment her hand went down south to stroke me, I found myself tensed and firing bullet after bullet into the air. Needless to say, I was extremely disappointed at myself but instead of being mad, Amber simply chuckled.
“Hahaha you’re really a virgin!”
“I’m… I’m sorry.” I apologised, defeated.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll get you back up in no time.” Amber stated, and moved downhill, stroking and swallowing my mushroom head into her mouth. It was my very first blowjob, and the warm sensation of her mouth, with the flickering mouth was too much to bear and I found myself instantly hard once again.
Not to add that the angle which she went down on me allowed me a great view of her hanging boobs as well as her much fuckable face.
“By the way, I’ve also asked for some help if you don’t mind.” Amber added, as she picked out a condom and capped me up.
“Wha… What? Oh my god!!!” I exclaimed as Amber climbed atop me and slipped me between her legs.
The feeling was heavenly as I tried my best to thrust, but Amber was totally in control as she rode to the pace she wanted, her breasts bouncing alluringly to my eyes as I reached forward to contain the perky nipple in my mouth.
Thankfully, my little brother held up a little better this time, allowing Amber to moan louder and louder in my ear as she grinded, my arousal heightening dangerously close to another peak.
My thoughts were rudely interrupted when Amber’s room door abruptly swung open.
“Oh hey you guys already started!” a male voice boomed as a male figure stepped in.
I was at a loss of what to do, butt naked and wanting to scramble for cover but Amber was not perturbed at the least, continuing her momentum.
“Sorry I was worried you wouldn’t be able to last, but I’m sure you’d love this too.” Amber smiled as she said this, before the new guy simply went behind her, pushed her head down to me and popped into her other available orifice, drawing loud sensual shrieks from Amber.
He didn’t even bother to close the room door when he came in, perfectly at ease…
Spectrum of the Shades
Have you ever gotten hard with one look at a girl while being out and about, minding your own business?
I have, because that was exactly what happened when Annie, my girlfriend, walked into view at the canteen we were rendezvousing at. To be honest, it was nothing special. A cute white crop top that showed off the curves on her chest and waist nicely, wrapped in a thin cardigan with a short skirt that would raise a few eyebrows but nothing more than that.
Annie seemed to know the exact effect on me however, as she beamed with pride as she held eye contact and approached.
“You’re going to get it later.” I whispered in her ear as she left our bags and lined up for the usual fare.
“You seem pretty pleased.” she teased, giving my crotch a light tap.
I could barely concentrate on the meal, or the conversation as I stared at her lips, my own thoughts running wild as to my next plan.
Annie made me no heed, and happily chatted away as she engaged in her own monologue. Something about someone she met yesterday doing some ridiculous things. I couldn’t care less.
With the calories ingested and the trays cleared, I led her away to the most secluded spot on campus that I knew, on the top floor of a less-frequented building overlooking the gorgeous greenery. Putting her in front of me against the railing, my fingers quickly worked their way underneath her skirt and pulled aside her panties.
She was already wet.
It was broad daylight, with a great view when I plunged myself in, earning a soft but audible gasp from Annie.
Annie leaned back to nuzzle me, sliding sideways to give me better access to her neck as she held her moans in. I was having none of that and only focused on ramming into her, again and again until I felt my release coming.
Annie also seemed to have quite the build-up, as the erotic nature of the situation really enhanced both of our senses. She was starting to lose her grip of holding herself in, her hands searching wildly behind for my skin as I prepared to finish. Clutching my hand over her mouth, I tugged hard as I sprinted towards the end, not wasting a single drop outside.
We quickly dressed ourselves and left the crime scene, although Annie kept giving me the teasing look, knowing what we had just done.
Really, it was enough to make me hard again.
Needless to say, the strategy was an overwhelming success.
The idea was simple, we had dated for about a year and while all the sex in the first six months was wild and passionate, it was beginning to feel like a chore, specially since she had a single room on campus, which meant that we could always use it whenever we had the urges. Make no mistake, Annie was hot and her young and nimble body would easily make most guys ogle and fantasize about having her.
I knew I did when I first met her.
But as some would like to say, women are like food, deliciousness will always be second to freshness or variety. (think of that great hawker stall near you that you no longer eat at anymore since you’ve been there for years)
Can’t remember whether it was Annie or me who first saw the idea, but we instantly loved it. Two distinct shades of lipstick, one playful bright red (think Taylor Swift) and another muted nude color for her two distinct modes. Bright Red means she’s okay for me to do whatever and anything I want with her, on my terms and muted nude means she’s closed for the day, sex or anything related is on her terms.
We had to ensure the two shades were distinct enough or I couldn’t tell though, which was hilarious when we first tried it out.
So far, to no one’s surprise, some of the best sex we had were on Bright Red mode. Fingering her in an elevator full of people, a handjob in the cinema where I finished in her mouth and outdoor sex like the one we just had to name a few.
We even got caught a few times, like the one where she was blowing me in the staircase of her dorm where we simply took off and laughed it off later.
In short, it was great and we decided to continue doing it ever since. It was our little secret, until it wasn’t.
As the saying goes, if you play with fire, you’re eventually going to get burned.
I didn’t realise it until it was too late, but our great idea wasn’t really that great.
For one, an exposed secret code is no longer secret and liable to be leveraged upon. It’s worse if you didn’t know that it was already exposed and continued using it.
For my part, I was in blissful ignorance. Whenever I see Annie with her Bright Red, I still get excited. Aroused beyond belief. I often forget how desirable a woman Annie was, only that she was mine.
The security was also my downfall, as I would later find out…
Somewhat comically, it was the most common way this happens in today’s day and age. Our phones hold so much of our identity, know much more about us than we knew and in turn leaks more of our privacy than we can ever believe.
Basically, I chanced upon it when Annie went to wash up one evening and her phone lit up.
“Okay, come to me first before going over to him.” some guy named Chuck sent. Curious, I quickly sought to open up the chat, only to be stopped by the phone’s verification. Thankfully, Annie’s password was easy enough to guess (her birthday) and I slid past the phone’s defenses easily.
Chuck: You meeting him on Tuesday?
Annie: Yah.
Chuck: Bright red?
Annie: Yep, probably.
Chuck: Okay, come to me first before going over to him.
My heart sank as it dawned upon me. Panicking, I quickly scrolled up to see what else has been discussed before.
The first thing that caught my eye as the chat flew by in the most recent history was an image. I quickly scrolled back to it and saw that it was a picture of Annie. Her face to be exact, and her lips in Bright Red wrapped around a dick, her big eyes looking into the camera.
She didn’t seem to be wearing much (or anything for that matter) though through the image one couldn’t really tell. What was clear is that first, that dick wasn’t mine. I didn’t even think of filming her all this time and second, the damning caption underneath.
“I think he will like this. Send it to him?”
“Crazy. But it’s a nice shot, so I’ll let you keep it xD” was Annie’s reply.
Time wasn’t on my side, as Telegram no longer had the “Export Chat” function so I couldn’t take my time to analyse it. Besides, Annie was going to be back any second.
What was clear was that the damage was done. I had no idea how to “unread” the message. We can’t go back in time. She would easily realise that I had read the latest message. My only play left was to confront her.
But I get to decide how to do it.
If I gave you the impression that there was some grand, master plan, there isn’t. I had like 2 minutes to think before Annie came through the door. So I did what many men would do in my shoes.
I fucked her again.
In the most punishing way I could think of. Gave her no pleasure and made her clean up my cock with her mouth after I was done. Annie wasn’t pleased or pleasured, but she didn’t quite complain either.
As she dutifully licked me clean. I came clean. I dropped the thunder.
“Babe, I saw your chat with Chuck.”
Annie visibly shook with shock at the declaration. My little brother still in her hand, she froze for a moment and decided that I wasn’t bluffing. After all, she knew I didn’t know who Chuck was, so I couldn’t be lying.
What surprised me was that she resumed her licking.
“Okay. So? What do you want to do now that you know?” she asked, before popping the mushroom head into her oral cavity.
I don’t know if it’s because she was holding my dick or that she was sucking my dick, but I didn’t feel the urge to scold or hit her despite the outright admission. Instead I just said that I wanted to know what happened and who Chuck was.
Her lips curled into a sly smile as she popped it out of her mouth and continued playing with it using her hands instead, slow and teasingly.
“Hmm, well Chuck is one of my hallmates who stays at level 2… “ Annie began narrating, her hands staying busy.
“One day after he caught us fooling around in Bright Red in the staircase. We quickly took off but he later slid into my DM on instagram to ask me what all that was about. Like how was I so daring, am I secretly a slut, etc”
“I really thought long and hard about what to reply, since he did clearly catch us red-handed. But in the end I just told him that no, I am not a slut, it was just like a kinky thing that we do with the lipstick.”
“He told me how hot that was and how lucky you were so I didn’t think too much about it. But a few days later when I wore Bright Red again and ran into him, he just dragged me into his room. He didn’t even say anything, just started kissing me all over.”
“Before I could really register things, he was already working me pretty hard. Like, you know, I was already in a playful mood for Bright Red anyway, so he kinda just preyed on that. He ended up eating me out on his bed and got me moaning so hard that when he climbed atop me, I just let him. I kind of wanted it too. To be honest, it was pretty good sex as well…”
“I’m sorry babe…” Annie apologised, her hand still stroking lightly. My dick however, was iron hard at the narrative she had put before me, something I didn’t realise, which Annie was very much cognizant of.
“How… how long has this been going on?! How many times have you done it with him?!” I exclaimed.
“Not too long babe, just a few weeks ago.” came the reply
“What about those pictures?!”
“Oh! You saw those too?” Annie admitted sheepishly. “He didn’t ask for my permission when he took those videos either.”
“There were videos?! You never ever let me film you!” I retorted.
“Babe you never ever asked. I’m sorry, okay. Now that you know everything, could you let me sort this out with him please?” Annie pleaded, pausing her stroking and tightening her grip on my ever-erect member.
“I… I…” I could barely formulate a sentence as Annie tugged hard at my foreskin, stretching both my skin and my swollen mushroom head to its maximum tension as precum oozed and trickled.
It was in this moment that weakness slipped through the cracks. Without Annie even doing anything else, at maximum tension, I felt myself begin to spurt. Messy, intense sprays all over the place as Annie beamed happily at me.
“That sounds like a resounding yes to me.” Annie stated before she gave one last lick and left, leaving me spent and exhausted in her room.
When I got my senses back a few minutes later, I could barely process everything that had happened. Annie’s infidelity, her nonchalant demeanor at being caught, how she literally manhandled me and the situation in the aftermath. Videos?! They had taken videos?!
My thoughts were running wild but the strongest underlying theme at the moment was the unease that she went to “sort it out” with Chuck. I had no idea what that meant, nor would I have agreed to let her go if I was thinking straight to be honest. But with each passing minute my anxiety increased exponentially.
What’s taking so long? Is she going to just end it with him? Is she going to suck his dick again or whatever they did in those videos? Dammit she took her phone with her.
When she finally texted, I jumped onto my phone to look at what she’d sent.
“Spoke with Chuck. Coming back now.” was the simple text.
I heaved a sigh of relief. It sounded like everything had worked out well. Except nothing did.
When Annie stepped through the door a few minutes later, my heart sank. First, she was wearing Bright Red. Second, she was in an army singlet, the kind that showed way too much, and was not the top she was wearing when she left. Third, I could see her nipples saying hi to me through the singlet and last but not least, I couldn’t spot anything below the damned singlet.
To add insult to injury, Chuck was right behind her when they both came in and unceremoniously stuck a finger into Annie once the door closed behind them.
My jaw dropped at the wanton sight of Annie moaning at the intrusion and grinding right back while Chuck began to maul my girlfriend’s breast, right in my fucking face while sliding one of the singlet’s straps off in the process.
“Babe ungh ungh… Chuck and I talked about it and UNGH! Decided how we should do this…” Annie started, moaning hard when Chuck squeezed in a second finger.
“Fuck me while I tell him” I heard Annie whisper to Chuck as she came forward to me and pulled out my dick.
It was unbearable when Chuck haughtily obliged her as Annie told me about how they had settled the situation by introducing a third shade of lipstick - Playful Peach - where she was free for Chuck to use, whereas Bright Red remains for my use. It was gut-wrenching to hear her moan intermittently as she explained, trying to tell me how she still valued our relationship which is why she is not suggesting we break-up.
She ended her monologue (frequently interrupted by her moans and Chuck spanking her ass while he doggied her) by suggesting that a threesome was always something I’ve said I wanted to try and that now we’re all for it. She hoped I didn’t mind that they started first in Chuck’s room, but not to worry, they took a video for me so I could easily catch up.
My brain was too exhausted to think much of the situation, so my body took over when Annie simply popped me back into her mouth, completing the spitroast …
Glamping
The boys didn’t think too much of it when Rowena walked into the tent with her bestie, Wendy. Rowena was showing a little more, with a singlet that clearly showed her bra and FBT shorts that gave all the boys a good look at her legs but nothing else more. Wendy was pretty much the same, except she was in a tight dry-fit tee that hugged her torso nicely.
The group had just finished a nice meal at their glamping location, with generous steaks and army stew strewn over the portable gas stoves that the site provided. Despite a cooling weather, it appears that the group was the only group that was around at the glamping site, a rather rare occurrence given the meteorite rise in popularity of the activity.
“Let’s move on to drinking games!” Rowena happily exclaimed as she and Wendy began displaying the array of alcohol that they had brought for the occasion, to the cheers of the guys.
Every single one of them had naughty thoughts surfacing through their minds, but they didn’t give it much thought.
The games went by quickly, with shot after shot consumed. The guys tacitly coordinated their attacks on the two girls, hoping to get them high and intoxicated.
“Ah you lose again, drink la drink la!” Anthony roared when Rowena once again guessed wrongly.
“Cannot la cannot… I cannot already…” Rowena objected.
“Eh wah where got liddat one. Cannot drink then still play walao!” James added. Taking his cue, the other boys quickly chimed in and quickly heaped on the pressure for Rowena to continue.
“I really cannot liao. Another forfeit can?” Rowena pleaded.
Wicked thoughts once again rose to the top of the guys’ minds, but before they could say anything, Wendy interjected. “Okay la we do another forfeit la. Give chance la guys.”
Murmurs of objections quickly rose to overpower Wendy’s suggestion.
“Haiya, trust me la! You all sure won’t regret one.” Wendy cried before the guys were willing to give her a chance.
“Okay okay, since Rowena cannot drink anymore right, she will have to be blindfolded and let us smack her ass. If she can guess who smacked it correctly, then the game ends, if not we can keep trying until she guess correct! How about that!” Wendy suggested.
“Huh? No…” Rowena could barely protest before the guys quickly found some make-shift blindfold, positioned her at the “door” of the tent and kept her eyes out of the game. Rowena tensed with anticipation before she heard footsteps behind her and a sound smack landed across her butt.
“Come come guess who was it” Rowena heard Wendy say, somewhere far behind her.
“Erm… Russell?” Rowena guessed timidly.
“WRONG!” exclaimed Wendy before another sharp pain shot through Rowena’s nerves.
“Bryan…?”
“WRONG!”
“Ungh! Austin…?”
“WRONG! I think Rowena is too lousy at this. How guys, should we bring it up a notch?” Wendy led, to the rousing appraisal of the boys.
“Huh…? Bring it up a notch?” Rowena questioned apprehensively. She had just been spanked 3 times and it was something that she had always enjoyed, something Wendy was clearly aware of. Besides, the vulnerableness of the situation only served to step up the anticipation and excitement that she has.
“… ok?” Wendy ended, to the further deafening approval of the boys
“Huh? What what? I didn’t catch what you said!” Rowena answered alarmingly.
“Too late. Okay now our next contestant please!” Wendy announced.
“Eh Wendy you sure not? Liddat can?” Rowena heard Anthony ask behind her.
“Can can, dont worry about it.” Wendy assured him.
“Sure ah sure ah, don’t get us into trouble leh” Anthony continued.
“Walao u guy or girl, don’t so humji leh.” Wendy goaded before Rowena felt the slap on her ass. This time, the hand expertly landed vertically between Rowena buttcheeks and given how thin the material of her shorts were, Rowena could basically feel the man’s palm intimately on her pulsing pussy.
“Anthony! Anthony! Anthony!” Rowena happily declared, full of confidence given the preceding conversation.
“WRONG!” rang Wendy’s voice once again, to the disappointment of Rowena.
As Rowena braced for the next smack, the next hand that came actually went straight between her legs, up underneath her FBT shorts and had a naughty finger slid past her panties to penetrate into her moist cave.
“Aungghhh!!!” Rowena moaned as a reflex to the sudden intrusion. “What the fuck?! Why is someone fingering me?!” Rowena howled.
“Now guess guess!” Wendy encouraged, even as the finger continued to tease her insides. “What the fuck? I don’t know? Bryan?”
“WRONG! As agreed, strip her boys!” Wendy announced, a little too enthusiastically.
Rowena felt her FBTs slide down to her ankles before next finger nestled comfortably into her. Rowena continued to try but it didn’t matter who’s name she uttered, Rowena just couldn’t get it right.
Her bra was the next to go, despite her singlet still being on, which actually impressed her slightly. Whoever did it was snappy and quick, one smooth stroke with one hand before it fell to the ground.
Rowena’s panties soon joined her FBT shorts around her ankles as she blushed at her situation. Here Rowena was, blindfolded and exposed at the “door” of their glamping tent, 5 men and her bestie staring and fondling her body. She didn’t know how she was supposed to feel, but Rowena did know how she was feeling.
Fucking horny.
Before Rowena could finish gathering her thoughts, she was penetrated once again. This time, it felt significantly larger and thicker than a finger and it took Rowena 2 seconds in her drunk brain to realise someone was fucking her.
“FUCK!” Rowena moaned. “Guess guess!” rang Wendy’s voice again.
Rowena didn’t want to. She knew she was going to get it wrong anyway, but she was more concerned about accidentally stopping the action. She can’t help but admit to herself that whatever was happening felt really good.
“Bitch, she’s enjoying it” Rowena heard one of the boys say.
“Hahaha she doesn’t want it stop!” said another
“Anthony…?” Rowena weakly guessed after she felt the dick in her fire and pull out.
“WRONG!”
Before long, Rowena knew she had all 5 of the guys in her at one point or another and smiled satisfyingly to herself. Her singlet surprisingly was still on, although it did not, at any point, stop any of the men fucking her from grabbing or mauling her tits.
Rowena spun around, removed her blindfold and faced the tent with her nicely trimmed bush and leaking pussy still out.
“Thanks for the treat guys. That was amazing. How about we have a go at Wendy now?” Rowena addressed the “room”, before a sickle of a smile splayed across her lips.
“What? NOOO! Rowena! This wasn’t what we agreed on!!!” Wendy screamed as the men pounced.
“Say cheese!” taunted Rowena as a bright streak flashed across the tent.
Her last task completed, Rowena tossed aside her singlet, her body finally fully free before she picked two of the boys she had always liked the most and requested for them to do her at the same time out in the open while they watched the others tear into Wendy.