James’s cock teasing wife was grabbed by the town council cleaner and his friends.
Dragged to the bin centre, James was forced to watch his wife get impregnated by the man she cock teases on a regular basis.
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I stay in a 3 room HDB flat in an old neighbourhood with my wife Simin. We got married when we were both 27 years old, and we are considered to have settled down early compared to many of our peers.
A lot of my guy friends are envious of me from the moment I introduced my partner to them even before we settled down. My wife Simin is the prom queen both in her Junior college and in the university.
Even today, if you googled her name, pictures of her will pop up on the search engine. At 1.6m tall, my wife is blessed with a slim frame of 46kg and a pair of full B cup tits. Simin looks good in whatever she wears because of her curvy body shape.
Her legs are naturally long and tone even without hitting the gym, she has really fair skin too because she seldom ventures outdoor. And if she did, she will layer up on those skin moisturizers to take care of her skin.
Simin works in an auditing firm, not one of the big four but a small family run business located at the edge of town. It may not be glamourous and all, but the pay is on par with what the big boys are paying, the boss is nice too so my wife is really happy there.
I work in the civil service, doing engineering work for the utilities board. Life I would say, is well above average for our small family. Simin and I have no intention to have kids. We’re happy with our simple life, we work, grab dinner and chill in each other’s arms in front of the TV after work.
On weekends, we will cook and sometimes we host some of our friends over for dinner.
And who can forget about the sex?
Since it’s just the two of us, we can have sex as and when we feel like it. I love everything about my wife Simin, and I could sing her praises whole day, but even the most perfect woman will have their flaws.
My wife is no exception.
You see, my wife’s flaw lies on the extreme end of the spectrum from the perfect woman she portrays herself to be.
Simin is a cock teasing slut when she is in the mood for sex. The things she will do to turn herself on will make the stories you read on sex forums sound like fairy tales.
Yes, you read it right, my wife cock teases because it turns herself on. And the more she does it, the more aroused she gets.
Going out without bra, wearing short skirts without undies into town. She’s done it all before. Wearing a vibrator into the cinema and putting the controls in my hand, that’s elementary, Simin wore it to church too.
My wife also likes teasing delivery riders, going about our house without bra and allowing those pokies of hers to really shine through the white singles she absolutely adores.
Who could forget those short grey dolphin shorts that when worn by a perky butt, simply draws all the eyeballs of men towards the curves. Curves that will trigger impulses of smoldering their faces in those firm buttcheeks that Simin carries with a seductive jiggle.
The more the men looked at my wife, the more aroused she feels. I’ve talked to my wife about her fetish, it’s about feeling desired. The more she feels it, the more she is in the mood for sex. Knowing how all the men around her wants it, yet she is in the position to reject them made her feel powerful and horny.
There was once we even made out in the car in full view of another couple having their supper in theirs. Simin was trying hard not to chuckle when she saw the other women trying to stop her partner from looking.
Even at home, while doing her gardening along the common corridor, Simin made it a point to time her gardening to coincide with the town council’s cleaning time.
Raja, the cleaner for our flat will sweep the corridors between 7am to 9am on Saturday mornings, Simin will make it a point to wear a low cut singlet without bra. She will then squat outside the corridor and pretend to tend to her greens while waiting for Raja to show up.
When he did, she will pretend not to notice as Raja feasted his eyes on her assets from above. Sometimes Simin will even bend over and display that round perky butt of hers to block the corridor, making Raja avoid her with a lustful grin.
After her usual bout of cock teasing, Simin and I will go on to have a bout of dirty love making, it usually involves some name callings and role play.
Simin gets aroused when I call her a slut, and her passion for sex doubled when I introduced sick scenarios to her during sex.
From being touched by Raja, to him rubbing her with his wooden broomstick, we advanced to my wife being forced upon by Raja and his friends when I’m out of town.
Scenarios like this gives my wife some of the most powerful orgasms ever especially when I tie her up and forced her to picture being taken against her will.
James : you like that huh ? being blindfolded and gangbang by Raja and his friends?
Simin : ernghhh yes…yes…I love it… I love it when they fucked me like a slut! Arnghhh…
It’s arousing for me too, especially when I see my wife so worked up and passionate during sex.
It’s one thing to have fantasy and fetishes, but it’s another when they come true.
You see, I know my wife’s frequent cock teasing will one day get her into trouble.
I just never expect that trouble to really come from Raja and his friends.
This year, over the Deepavali long weekend, Raja and his friends came over to our place to say hi.
I thought it was really just to say hi.
I never expect to Raja and his friends to made a grab for my wife Simin.
And I never expect to bear witness to her being gangbang like a slut in the bin centre.
I always saw Raja as the cleaner that maintained the estate’s cleanliness, not as the man that tries to impregnate my wife.
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When James’s sister in law gets chased out of her house for gaming addiction, he had to take her in. As his life gets affected with the presence of Paige in the house, a monster starts to grow inside him.
One that eventually needs to get satisfied, one way or the other
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I like to play games when I was younger.
I grew up in the era of Red alert 2, Diablo, Worldcraft 3 and of course, starcraft.
I spent countless hours during school days on these and on hindsight, I should have tone it down by a notch. As big as a fan of these classic games as I was, eventually I grew up.
I still enjoy the occasional game now and then to destress but not to the point of addiction.
Growing older meant more responsibility, maturity, putting different priorities first.
There’s your career, finances, your relationships, your parents and your new family, in laws. Factor all these additional variables into your life and you realised you are left with very little time to yourself, not to mention play games.
I knew my wife’s younger sister was a hardcore gamer the first time I entered their house when we were dating.
While Peggy’s room is fill with nice girlish stuff and soft toys, Paige’s room had a large poster of a marine facing off a zerg.
When Peggy introduced her sister to me back then, Paige had her headphone on, her fingers clicking vigorously on the mouse and keyboard and she gave me a nod.
Paige : hi…
A nod.
Can you believe that ?
We did the occasional movie and supper where Paige would tag along and even then, she was playing games on her handphone.
The addiction got pretty serious when Paige dropped out of polytechnic on her final year.
All she wanted to do was play games.
Now, Paige is really pretty, with a good figure to boot.
In short, she’s hot.
She don’t really care about her dressing when at home.
Casual, loose and sometimes translucent tops and pants appeared on her body so often that eventually I got used to it.
Free show for me, why not ?
By the time Paige turned 25, she had no job, no qualifications except her ‘O’ levels and no work experience.
My in laws thought it was a phase she was going through, they were hoping as Paige grew up, she would wise up, perhaps mature a little and snap out of this shit but no.
They were wrong.
Paige never stopped gaming. She could go without sleep and food just to game.
I don’t mean just skipping meals or forgoing sleep.
It’s about her sitting in front of the computer for almost 40 hours straight in that same set of clothes, bra and panty with used dishes and food wrappers piling up beside her keyboard.
After the high from the gaming, Paige would then knock out, passed out cold in bed for almost 20 hours straight before repeating the process again.
This is how bad it became.
It got so bad that the screams and shouts started.
My in laws had the last straw and decided to put their foot down.
Eventually they chased Paige out of the house.
My wife could not bear to see her sister out in the street and she convinced me to take her in.
Peggy : Dear…. Let my sister stay in the guest room can… ? we can help her fix her addiction…. No games…. No computer… no phone…. We’ll make her go cold turkey and shit….
James : it’s not that easy dear…. She needs professional help man… maybe send her to some boot camp ….. hell, maybe send her to girls home or something….
Peggy : Paige is 25 you dick !… she’s too old for girls home….
James : Well… it’s better than ‘our home ‘ …
My wife slammed my on my arm and gave me an irritated look.
James : Ow…. What… ?
Peggy : I don’t care…. I’m not letting my sister sleep on the street…. !
James : If she stays here… what about us… ?
Peggy : We have 3 rooms dear !!…
James : But…. How will we have sex…. I like making a lot of noise… walk around naked….
Peggy : arGHHHH!!!!!
James : It’s not convenient …. I’m not wrong…
By then, my wife had her arms folded and she was giving me the, ‘ do not fucking touch me ‘ look unless I say yes kind of expression.
James : aRGHHH… whatever la…. up to you…
Peggy : Give her 1 month James…. I promise you… I know my sister… she’ll be out of here within a month….
James : I hope so….
My sister in law moved into our place and my wife meant it when she say she wanted Paige to go cold turkey.
No laptops, no computers but Paige still has her phone.
Her phone and the WIFI connection.
1 month became 2.
2 month became 3.
By the 4th month, it was clear that beside leeching off us, my sister in law is nowhere near getting rid of her addiction.
She eats our food, our snacks, drinks our wine and beer and there haven been a couple of occasions I realised she was meddling with my laptop.
Thankfully they were all password protected.
I did not show my hostility to Paige of course, I have to keep up the ‘ stuck in the middle of family quarrel ‘ act.
The sexual frequency between my wife and I dropped to once or twice a month, and even then, it was a hush hush affair.
Cannot be too loud.
Cannot do this.
Cannot do that.
Cannot wear black stockings and high heels.
Cannot wear short skirts and slutty lingerie.
I was unsatisfied sexually and mentally and this slowly began to affect me.
I started to look at my sister in law in a different light.
Paige is hot.
I do wank off to her sometimes but I stopped at that.
Now as the monster inside me slowly gets hungrier, I started to do more.
I would steal peeps at Paige when she is not looking.
I would try to peep at her downblouse or upskirts in the house.
Whenever I caught a glimpse, I would get so hard and aroused that I needed to go masturbate in the toilet.
I find myself starting to steal my sister in law’s worn clothes.
Her worn lingerie.
She would let her clothes pile up until it overflows onto the floor before doing her laundry. Even then, it was a slip shot affair of throwing everything into the washer.
Her laundry basket and the short periods when she’s out of the house to meet her friends or buy stuff, that’s the golden timing for me.
I would go to her room and lie on her bed.
Paige’s room was a treasure chest for me.
Turning and rolling on her bedsheets that has not been washed for almost a month, I could smell her fragrance no matter where I put my nose to.
Some of her worn pyjamas were strewn all over the bed and I could easily find one within reach.
Pulling my sister in law’s worn shorts over my head sounds like a silly and stupid act but when the sexual frustration has built up to the point of an eruption, you would do anything to satisfy your lust.
I need to satisfy myself.
The next day, I bought a new Nintendo switch.
Something that I knew Paige was eyeing for a long time. She has been dropping hints about it to her sister over meal times.
My wife refused to get it for her, it would only make her addiction worse.
I was overwhelmed with a sense of excitement and heightened senses.
Suddenly I felt like a hunter.
One that was about to trap a prey.
I just needed the right time to do it.
And my chance came when my wife needed to head over to Thailand for work for a week.
She made me promise not to give Paige access to our desktops and laptops.
Peggy : Don’t you dare let her play game on them you hear me… ?!!
James : I won’t la…. I’m busy enough as it is… I have a submission coming out…
After dropping my wife off at the airport, I came home to see Paige gaming at the dining table while eating cereal.
It didn’t matter that there was cereal all over the table and she had left the carton of milk out after pouring.
I brought out several wrapped packages into the living room.
Some are old presents I have yet to open from my birthday, while a few are new, including the Nintendo switch.
I tore the wrapper noisily in the living room as I unwrapped stuff some of my colleagues got for me.
I could see Paige throwing me a glance or two.
There is something about opening presents that excites people and rouse their curiosity.
I tore the package with the Nintendo switch loudly and I deliberately chuckled as I unveiled the console.
Paige stopped playing with her phone almost immediately as she kept looking over at my direction. It’s like putting a fresh chunk of cheese in front of a hungry mouse.
I could tell she was looking at me from the corner of my eye.
I chucked the console aside and started to clear the wrappers from the coffee table.
Paige : Hey James… !
James : Yeah… ?
Paige : Your presents ?
James : Yah… they’ve been siting in my study for a while…. Better open up and see…. I don’t need most of them… probably sell them off online….
Paige : what.. ? why… ? it’s your presents… isn’t it… ?
James : headsets, ebook readers, portable chargers… game consoles… I don’t really use them …. Might as well sell and use the money for something else… ahha…
I could see Paige’s eyes literally popping out and she was trying to stop herself from drooling looking at the console.
I threw away the wrappers and when I came back to the living room, Paige was hugging onto the Nintendo switch console in her arms.
Paige : Sell me this James !… I’ll buy from you….
James : hahah… no way…. Your sister would kill me… besides… I know you got no money… haha..
Paige : says who… I have….ermm.. just that I can’t access them now…
James : Then it’s as good as you don’t hahaha….besides… it’s not about the money…. You need to do something about your addiction….
Paige : Please James…. please…. Please….i beg you… I will do anything…. !! I’ll wash the dishes… clean the house… anything !!!
James : No… no… no… you don’t get me into trouble…. Your sis will be back in a week and if she sees you with that… she will divorce me….
Paige’s eyes literally lit up upon hearing Peggy will be gone for a week.
I never expected Paige to jump onto me from behind, clinging onto me like a koala bear.
Paige : James !!! please.. please… you are the best… best… bestest brother in law in the world…please !!!! I really need this… !!
James : Get off me… you’re mad… !
Paige : James I promise… I swear… the moment sis is back… I will stop… I will keep it….
She waved her pinky desperately in front of my face and gave me that doeful eye look as she pleaded with her hands clasped together.
Time froze in that instance as I looked at Paige in her off shoulder long sleeve cropped top.
The fabric felt so soft and it’s almost translucent. She’s not even wearing a bra and I could see the tease of her nipple.
And the pair of grey cotton shorts she was wearing is riding high up her legs.
I felt the reaction in my pants and as my sister in law pouted her lips and tried to give the cutest expression she could manage, I relented.
My cock hardened and my heart melted.
James : if you….. ever…. tell anyone about this….
Paige jumped into the air with a sharp scream and she hugged herself onto me, pressing her body against mine.
Paige : you are the best JAMES !!! ahhhh!!! Ahhahaha….
What happened next took me by surprise as my sister in law planted a peck on my cheek.
The contact of her lips against my face sent more blood to my cock as I watched her tore up the console package.
The die has been cast.
My plan has been set in motion.
Paige starting playing.
And playing.
And playing.
She did not sleep that day.
When I woke up the next morning to make my coffee, the dining table has 3 tubs of empty instant noodles, empty drink cans and wrappers from nuts and snacks.
James : you stayed up all night Paige ?
Paige : hmmmm…. Mmmhhhh….
She was too absorbed in her game.
I snapped of shot of Paige, still dressed in the same set of clothing from the day before.
My heart was thumping really fast.
If she suddenly turn back, she would see me taking photos of her but she didn’t.
It emboldened me further as I took a 2nd shot.
My erection was raging hard by then as I lowered myself and ask Paige if she wanted me to grab lunch for her.
James : You want lunch later… ? I’m heading out….
Paige : hmmm… ok… get me whatever you are having….
James : ok….
I left the house and came back at 2pm.
Paige was still playing but I could see the fatigue on her face.
She’s tired.
She’s hungry.
And she’s going pass out into her deep sleep later.
I looked at the packet of food that I had spiked in the car earlier.
My erection grew harder as I called for Paige to have her lunch.
James : Paige…. Eat your lunch…. And you better get some rest….
Paige : mmmmmhhh….
I went closer and I could see her eyelids are heavy and she’s not really concentrating on her game.
Good.
Good.
Time for her to get a good rest.
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James goes on a city tour with his wife Huishan, ends up in a consensual non-consensual (CNC) scenario involving his wife and the three army boys. From there, they three men becomes Huishan’s fuck buddies and they regularly visit James’ place for their weekly release after booking out of camp. For Huishan, being served by three young studs is not enough, she craves for more.
Huishan loves the sex, James loves to watch, the men gets their release, it’s a literally win, win, win situation until an unfortunate incident in a nature reserve ended it all.
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It started from a tour on the amphibious boat along Singapore river. I signed up for the day tour along with my wife Huishan because of some credits the government issued to support local business.
Since it’s going to expire, I thought we’ll just sign up for a ride on the boat since we have not been on one before.
On the same ride with us, are three other men who kept stealing looks at my beautiful wife. They are young, from their buzz cut hair, I guessed they are still in the army. Their eyes had difficulty focusing on the sights because of what my wife is wearing. She wore just a white cropped top that showed off her slim tummy.
Huishan does both yoga and Pilates as a hobby, and the results of keeping her core strong always draws plenty of attention from other men especially when she likes to dress in a provocative manner.
On her bottom, my wife wore a pair of white denim shorts with frayed hems. The real treat for the eyes are her pair of long, hairless and fair legs that my friends are all jealous of. Looking at that perfect package packed tightly in a 1.6m frame, it will not be a stretch to say Huishan is sexually attractive to all male who are not gays.
I haven even started on her 34C boobs with cute nipples that erect like a small baby button when she is aroused.
The ride itself is pretty noisy, even more so when the driver revs the engine to go up a slope or to gain some power in the water, sometimes when I talk, I have to raise my voice a notch so my wife can hear me.
Most of the time, all we can hear are the muffled sound of the guide speaking through the overhead speakers because the hum of the engine is too noisy.
Then suddenly, the engine stopped and the decibel of the noise dropped a notch, enabling me to overhear the conversation of the three young men seated on our left.
“look at her breast. So big and round, how I wish I can suck on them.”
Huishan and I turned towards the three men who realised too late that the hum of the engine has stopped and their comments are being heard by the girl they are ogling at.
The three men immediately apologised and I could see the look of horror on their faces.
I mean, talking about another man’s wife is one thing, but for him to hear it, that’s just asking for trouble.
The kids looked scared as I looked at them and they quickly looked away, half expecting me to confront them about the remarks they made. However I’m not like any other men, I am different from other men.
I turned and gave my wife a kiss before walking over to take the seat beside the three men who have turned wary of my approach.
Before they could apologise again, I made them an offer I knew they will not be able to resist.
James : Are you guys interested to fuck my wife? Because I know she would loved to get forced upon by all three of you…
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Hosing the soap-subs off his taxi, James could not wait to head home to rest. Completing a 14 hour shift on the road is no joke for a cab driver.
Now all he needs to do is to clean his ride and he can go back and snuggle up in his bed.
As he wiped down the windscreen, something caught his eye. Or rather, someone caught his eye.
It’s 2am in the morning and the carpark is empty. The void deck of the flat he lives in is devoid of life. Not even the resident stray cat could be seen today as the wind picked up speed.
Lighting had been streaking across the night skies for the past hour, bring with it distant thunder. It’s going to start pouring soon.
James’s eyes looked at the beautiful girl trying to balance herself as she walked unsteadily at the other end of the carpark.
She’s young; probably 20 years old give or take. The girl was wearing a school wind breaker printed with her hall name. Looking at her in her black windbreaker and grey shorts, it triggered James’s memories about dropping off students at their hostel during his shift.
He wished he were a student in this day and age. An age where girls seemed to wear shorts for the sole purpose of showing off their long legs. Cock teasers that’s what they are. They are just out to attract attention, to sow unwanted erections.
Walking around in a sports bra and skin hugging tights that show off their camel toes were unheard off during his days as a student in university.
The girl held back her hair and vomited. She patted her chest a couple of times then vomited again onto the floor.
James watched her rinse her mouth a couple of times before spitting the water out onto the grass patch beside her.
She could hardly keep her eyes open as she tried to control her breathing.
Alicia held onto the wall by the corner of the carpark and vomited again. She knew she shouldn’t have drunk so much but it was her good friend’s birthday. She could have chosen to stay over in the hotel room but there were other guys around.
It’s not decent for a girl to spend the night at a hotel with other men even though it’s a group gathering. She has heard about the things involving friends that could go wrong with enough alcohol around.
The recent news about panty stealing and bra sniffing course mates in her school was not helping with her paranoia either. In fact, her university is on the news every week for something similar. Some of the guys who were caught stealing lingerie were known to her. Earlier in the evening, she took extra care with the clothes she brought to the party, making sure that they were kept in her bag after she had changed.
She could not believe that some of her friends openly left their lingerie hanging in the bathroom. God knows what the guys do to them when they are in there.
Anyway, she’s glad she left the party.
Men are sick and she was not about to expose herself to danger in a crowded hotel room with her friends.
Alicia was just a couple of blocks away from her place.
Just a couple of blocks more.
Putting her water bottle into her bag, Alicia removed her windbreaker as it had caught a bit of her vomit. She’s not going to walk back home in that state, smelling of alcohol and puke. Her parents would freak out.
She somehow managed to stuff the windbreaker into her sling bag along with her wet swimsuit and clothes that she had changed out of.
It did not occur to her that the pair of shorts and singlet she was wearing was attracting attention to her body even at 2am in the morning.
James stopped wiping down his taxi. He found himself attracted to the girl in the distance. He’s already a 50 year old uncle but he stills find himself attracted to girls who could be his daughter if he is married with kids.
Alicia started walking towards her block, unaware that there is a man following her.
Reaching the lift lobby, Alicia rubbed her sleepy eyes and tried to sniff her own breath. She needed to get rid of the alcohol breath.
Instead of taking the lift straight up to her floor, Alicia decided to take it to the top of her 25 storey block.
When the lift door opened, Alicia saw a sofa and a collection of outdoor furniture that her neighbour placed outside their home, transforming the public corridor and lift lobby into a cosy outdoor patio of sorts where the neighbours regularly gather.
Alicia went to the sofa and laid down, thankful for the blown light tube above her head that plunged half the corridor into darkness.
‘I’ll just lie down for a bit and wait for the alcohol to wear off.’ She thought to herself.
Lifting her legs with her sneakers still on up onto the sofa along the corridor, Alicia took out her phone. She scrolled through the messages and photos she took during the day.
She stopped at a photo which her good friend Melissa took of her in the boutique hotel room they were spending the night at. It’s a nice picture of her but the angle was not ideal.
It’s a little obscene. Something her parents would frown upon if they see it. A prim and proper Christian girl should never sit in such a manner and allow her photo to be taken even if it’s another girl doing the taking.
Her eyelids felt heavy as she tried to navigate her thumb to the delete button.
Her breathing slowed and the cool breeze from the impending storm was just so hard to resist.
Alicia felt her phone fall onto her chest but she was too tired to deal with it.
‘Just a quick snooze.’ She thought. ‘Just a quick snooze.’
As she sank into dreamland, she did not hear the lift door open.
James was expecting to follow Alicia home and finding out where she lives. Perhaps see her sneakers and her socks outside her door. Something that he could indulge in and use to masturbate. He never expected to come face to face with a sleeping Alicia on a sofa along the corridor.
His heart started beating faster as seeing Alicia this close up made him realise how beautiful she was.
She’s a beauty. Her breasts were a little small but she’s petite and cute.
James stood really still and he just stared at Alicia sleeping, hearing her cute soft snores.
A thousand thoughts went through his mind. He knew this was wrong. Of course it’s wrong. Anyone who has been to school and armed with a single ounce of common sense could tell you that what he wanted to do was wrong.
Then again, what about the fairy tales he was told?
What of the fairy tales that were still being told till this day to kids in school?
A prince came across a sleeping beauty in the woods and decided to kiss her.
A man wandering through the woods decided to kiss a sleeping lady who had no way of giving her consent.
What makes that man so special? Just because he is a prince?
Because he is a prince he could kiss and touch girls without their consent?
And then they marry and live happily ever after?
Looking at Alicia’s smooth skin and soft lips, James thought to himself.
‘I may be a cab driver, but tonight…. I want to be a prince.’
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James finds himself working in a female apparel company. Can he survive the politics, the petty squabbles, and the adventures and misfortunes that will befall him and his new colleagues ? It’s not his first rodeo in the office, but it’s his first in an all female environment.
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I was laid off from my job of eight years when Covid struck in 2020. I didn’t waste a single day. After packing up my table, I went home and started sending out resumes. My situation was not that bad financially because I was single and staying with my parents.
My old folks were hawkers who sold simple fare like porridge and beehoon, so they pretty much could take care of their own expenses. Their house was fully paid and I had received a decent retrenchment package when I left. I had always been a saver but given the scale of the pandemic, the lockdowns and the uncertainties, even with a wide margin of safety net in my bank account, I could not help but feel a little unnerved.
Within the span of a week, I sent out close to 100 resumes but I received no reply. Everyone was losing their jobs, the country was in lockdown and no one was hiring. I tried everything from lowering my pay requirement to applying for jobs well below my skill set, but still, nothing. Three months into the pandemic, I signed up with a government assisted job placement agency. The idea was that they would help me get a job.
By then, I pretty much didn’t care what industry the job was in. As long as I got employed, I would be very satisfied. I thought I would get something soon but there wasn’t anything for me, so I fell back on doing food deliveries. I never did stop following up and sending resumes though.
Seven months after submitting my particulars, the agency notified me that I had been placed into a consumer goods company as an Operations Executive. My pay would be 2200 dollars, of which 1800 dollars would be paid for by the government. The company that employed me would only need to pay 400 dollars. The contract would be for a period of six months, thereafter, the company would decide whether or not to keep me. I accepted the offer immediately. Not because I was that desperate, but because I simply could not stand not having anything to do.
It didn’t matter that I was 35 years of age, with more than 10 years of working experience, it didn’t matter that 2200 dollars was only a quarter of what I used to draw. There was really nothing out there in the streets for jobseekers like me and I knew I could not afford to be choosy.
The details of the company were sent to me and I was surprise to find out that it was a female apparel company.
James: What the fuck…?
I too a closer look at the offer letter and realised there was a spelling error for my name. My full name was Chen Wei Long but the spelling on the offer letter was Chen Wei Ling. It was just the difference of a single letter and my name went from being that of a male to that of a female. How could they possibly make a mistake like that? Still, since I had already accepted the offer and because the other details like my address and NRIC number were correct, I decided to go ahead and show up for work.
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1st February 2021
I remembered that it was on the first of February. I had woken up at six a.m., washed up, got dressed up in my shirt and pants, picked up my work bag and grabbed a quick breakfast at the bus interchange, before hopping on a ride to my new workplace at Bukit Batok. The office was located within an industrial park. I didn’t want to be late so I arrived at the office at 7:45 a.m. when the reporting time was 8:30 a.m.
At 8:15 a.m., I went up to the large door of the industrial unit and pressed the doorbell. But no one opened the door, so I waited. I tried again at 8:25 a.m., again, nothing. By 8:30 a.m., no one other than me had turned up for work. When it reached 8:40 a.m.,
I was looking at the offer letter for a number to call. I dialled the number for HR but no one answered my call. At 8:50 a.m., I saw a hot looking babe wearing white yoga tights and a sports bra walking towards me in her chic sneakers. She had a towel around her neck and a cloth mask over her face. Her features might be covered but her eyes revealed a level of seductiveness that instantly captured my attention.
My eyes immediately went to the crotch area of her yoga tights, where every shadow and dance of light upon it made me question if I was seeing things. She totally ignored me as she came right up to the door and started to key in her passcode.
James: Hi, I’m James. I’m reporting for work today. It’s my first day…
The lady turned and looked at me from top to toe. She literally stared at me for a good two seconds before she replied.
Selene: Hi, I’m Selene. I think you must be mistaken… We’re a female apparel company… We are expecting an intern but it is a woman…
James: Let me guess. Her name is Chen Wei Ling?
Selene: Yes. How do you know that?
James: Well, I’m Chen Wei Long. You can call me James. I think somewhere along the line, something must have gone wrong during the administrative process…
Selene: What..?!
Selene sighed and I saw the frustration in her eyes. She opened the door and asked me to go into the office.
Selene: Sit and wait… Let me sort this out.
The office was a rectangular space about 12 meters deep and five meters wide. The headroom of the unit was so high that it allowed for a split level mezzanine that went up to a stock area where there were shelves packed full of boxes and clothes. The ground area was an open concept office with a glassed-off area under the mezzanine floor.
I saw that Selene was very agitated and upset when she spoke into the phone. The door to the office opened and another lady walked in. This one was petite and cute. She could not be more than 1.55 metres tall.
She wore a pair of white denim shorts and a stripped grey tube covered her upper body. Her face might be obscured by her colourful print mask but she had beautiful eyes. She saw me at the waiting area and as she removed her ear pods, she turned to Selene with a questioning look on her face. Selene gestured the new arrival into the office and she walked over to the glassed-off area.
The main door opened again, and this time, two girls walked into the office together. Both of them were clad in yoga tights and cropped tops. They were of the same height and had the same features.
As I looked at them, I realised the only difference between them was the colour of their tights and their cropped tops. They were twins. The twins looked at me in the waiting area and then they turned towards Selene with the same questioning look on their faces. Needless to say, they were gestured into the glassed-off area as well.
While waiting for them to sort things out, I took note of the layout of the office. The glassed-off area must be where the boss sat. I was putting my money on Selene being the one in charge. There were four desks at the open space at the front. Three were filled with stuff including screens and laptop docks. The empty desk must be meant for the intern.
A row of shelves together with label printers, packing tables, a copier and a whole slew of labelling and tagging machines lined the wall behind the empty desk. The waiting area I was sitting at was where the pantry was. That was an obvious giveaway given the location of the coffee machine and water dispenser. The four girls were talking amongst themselves in the glassed-off, glancing at me every now and then.
At 9:20 a.m., Selene, along with the other girls, stepped in the pantry. I immediately stood up and explained myself.
James: Hi, ermmm… I’m sorry if this arrangement is troubling or inconvenient for you. I only found out about this being a female apparel company when I saw the offer letter and the spelling error. I guess they hired too many temps to do the admin work…
I told Selene that if they were not comfortable with a man working for them I could always leave.
James: However, I would like to add that I have been working for more than 10 years. I might not have any experience in consumer goods or female apparel, but I’m sure I can be helpful in one way or another.
I smiled and waited for the girls to speak.
Selene: James, I’m sorry for the mix up and thank you for the quick self-introduction. I want to state upfront that this is not an easy office to work in. We work fast, we demand efficiency, and all of us have very different working styles. And I don’t think I need to inform you how challenging it might be to work in an all-female environment.
James: I’m adaptable and I believe if given the opportunity, I can live up to your expectations. I’ll do anything from packing to delivery. I learn fast too, teach me once and I’ll remember.
Selene nodded and she exchanged looks with the other girls. She reached for her mask and removed it, revealing her face behind the mask. The rest of the girls did so too and I had to try hard to keep a neutral expression. I was also trying hard to limit the reaction in my pants as I watched the four beautiful women unmasking themselves in front of me.
Selene: You’re vaccinated?
James: Yes…
I removed my mask and came face to face with the ladies that I was to work with.
Selene: Welcome to the company James. This is Elaine.
Selene gestured to the sweet, petite girl before she introduced the twins as Xinru and Yanru.
James: Hi… nice to meet you all… So, ermm… who am I reporting to?
Selene: All of us.
James: Huh?
Selene: We are all shareholders in this company…
James: Oh…
Selene: Any problem?
Selene asked with a smile.
Selene: I have to warn you though. I’m not so sure your past experience in your previous companies will be helpful here. We are different. Every day is different and comes with its own set of challenges. You have to be mentally prepared to face scenarios that I’m sure you have never encountered in your previous employment.
I smiled and replied confidently that I would be up to the task.
Selene: Good. I like your confidence.
I looked at the four girls. By my estimate, every one of them was younger than me by at least half a decade. The twins went to their tables and Selene walked inside her glass office. I was left with Elaine.
Elaine: Well, you have no idea what you have gotten yourself into James, but welcome to the company. I look forward to see what you are capable of.
Elaine spoke with a chirpy smile. She beckoned me to follow as she walked towards the empty desk. My eyes could not help but drift to her toned legs and perky butt. She brought out a laptop from a drawer and turned it on for me.
Elaine: Login name is Wei Ling. I’m sorry it’s already set. Password is Jonito fashion with no spacing.
James: Okay…
As the laptop booted up, my eyes widened when I saw the wallpaper. It was a picture of Selene dressed in her sports attire at the gym. I was fighting hard not to drool as I mumbled softly under my breath.
James: I may not know what I have gotten myself into, but you girls have no idea what you have gotten yourselves into…
An overwhelming feeling of smugness came upon me and I am sure you can imagine what I was thinking. I was the only guy in an office filled with beautiful young girls. Tell me, was this not the dream of every men with a functioning penis?
Being older, more matured and with more work experience, I immediately felt like I was the big brother of the company, one that all the sweet young babes could look up to. I was already picturing them fawning over me and I was trying to stifle my giggles. I might be just an employee but I could already see myself excelling in my workplace in both muscle and brains.
I took a quick glance at the girls walking around the office with their energetic strides and speaking in their youthful voices. It immediately gave me an erection. It was weird but there was an excitement that coursed through my veins.
I somehow knew that I was about to have one hell of an adventure in that company. It was just selling women’s clothes on an e-commerce platform. How hard could that possibly be?
I stole a glance at Xinru and Yanru’s bodies and the reproductive instincts inside my body kicked into overdrive. My god… twins. Pretty, good looking and hot twins, both of which were wearing cropped tops that showed off their slim tummies and belly buttons. My mind was already churning out a threesome scenario with those two.
Then when I looked towards Selene who was bent over the edge of her desk while she tried to stretch out some samples on her table, I almost groaned out loud at my seat. Her body was bent over with one of her legs balanced on the tip of her shoe, while her perky firm ass was just screaming for some pounding and smacking. I practically felt a nosebleed coming.
Elaine got up and walked over to the pantry to make herself a cup of coffee. When I looked at the denim shorts that barely covered her buttcheeks, I felt a ‘heatiness’ rising up within my chest as if I were about to experience the onset of a fever. I was about to think of the fun I could have while working there when my attention was drawn back to my newly issued laptop. My eyes soon became transfixed on the picture on my screen. A picture of Selene in pink yoga tights and a white cropped bralette, or sports bra, or whatever it was they called that these days. Being a small startup, I understood that they needed to do a lot of things on their own, including modelling for their own line up of products.
I found myself swallowing a gulp of saliva when I looked at how tight and taut Selene’s body was. Before I could complete the picture of me smacking on Selene’s tight butt, she poked her head out of her office and asking Xinru to send her the numbers from one of those e-commerce platforms that they listed with. I could not help but look up and over to the glass office where Selene was in. I saw her working while she stood in front of one of those fancy adjustable desks. She mentioned that all four girls were shareholders in the company and I wondered why she was the only one with a private office.
The throbbing hardon in my pants just from looking at those four hot babes made me wonder if I could actually work a day in that place without getting an abrasion from having my erection rubbing against my underwear the whole day.
Elaine: James…
James: Yes?
Elaine: Follow me…
I followed Elaine up the metal stairs to the mezzanine level above the office. My nose felt dry and my eyes watered slightly when I stared at Elaine’s firm butt jiggling in my face as we walked up the stairs. I swallowed a gulp of saliva and said a quiet prayer to my guardian angel. I was turning 36 and still single without any prospect of getting hitched. Landing a placement in this company was practically a gift from the gods.
Going up to that mezzanine level made me realise how big the stock holding area was. The walls were lined with metal racks that went up as high as 3.5 metres. A portable ladder on wheel was available for the girls to reach the stock on the top level. Every shelf and item was properly labelled and tagged.
Elaine: I have a simple task for you today. I hope you don’t mind…
James: Not at all. Just let me know what you need me to do.
Elaine: Here… this box… and this box…
She pointed to the two boxes and I took them down from the shelf and placed them on the floor. She took out a sports bra from one of the boxes and gestured to its missing padding.
Elaine: When the supplier sent these over, they did not include the padding for the bras. It came separately due to a miscommunication. I need you to put the padding into every one of them before sealing them back into the packaging.
James: Oh… okay…
Elaine: Sure? Have you done something like this before? You have seen a sports bra before right?
James: Yes… yes, I have…
Elaine took a sports bra and pressed it against her breasts. She literally plastered it against her body. I felt that dryness in my nose again as I started to tremble slightly. She was trying to explain to me how a sports bra worked, how the support worked and how the padding worked, but I was not paying attention. My eyes were transfixed on her hand that was rubbing the curvature of her breasts. I felt a sudden wetness in my nose and I could not tell if I was tearing up, starting to get a running nose or I was just plain having a nose bleed.
Elaine: So the padding needs to squeeze against the sides of the breasts like this…
She nudged her love pillows in front of me, drawing my attention to her deepening cleavage. I felt my bladder failing me for a brief second. I literally peed in my underwear when I looked at Elaine whose hands were still on the sports bra while she pushed her own tits up.
Elaine: Are you paying attention James?
James: Yes… yes!
Elaine: You’re not exactly a fresh grad James. I expect you should at least have some experience when it comes to bras of different types…
James: Ermm… my experiences with bras usually just involves removing them from the wearer…
It was a joke, or rather, what I hoped would sound like a joke. I was expecting Elaine to laugh shyly, then smack me on my arm before saying, ‘oh James, you are so naughty and funny.’ However, none of that happened. Instead, Elaine gave me an expression which pretty much told me I had just breached some sexual harassment law in the office.
Elaine: That’s not funny James…
James: I… ermm… okay… sorry… I’m sorry…
She looked pretty serious and went on to explain that the girls expected a certain level of maturity and sensitivity from me because I was the only guy in the office.
Elaine: Remarks like that won’t sit well with us, especially Selene… I hope you remember that…
James: Okay… okay… I got it…
Young people these days sure are not afraid to express their opinions upfront.
Elaine: I’ll leave you to this. Please put the bras back into their original packaging after you are done.
James: Okay…
Elaine: Please don’t try to wear them or anything. You will stretch them out of shape…
James: What?!
Elaine: Thirty percent of the buyers of our sports bras are men… And based on our research, there are a large amount of men with fetishes for sports bras, given the latest athleisure trend. I just want to let you know that damages to the products will be taken off your pay…
My jaw literally dropped a full inch as I looked at Elaine’s nonchalant expression.
James: Ermmm… okay… fine… I won’t wear them…
I hoped that that was the answer she was probably waiting for.
James: I don’t exactly swing that way…
Elaine: Just slip it in like this, through the pocket on the side, and then adjust it properly like this. Okay?
Elaine did one and then pressed it against her breast, again showing me how the curvature worked.
James: Okay… got it…
Elaine: The sizes are all the same. One pad for one cup yah?
James: I’m pretty sure each pocket can only fit one pad…
I held up the one I had started on. Elaine gave it a glance and then went back down to the ground level, leaving me to deal with the boxes of bras.
I looked around the storage area and noticed that there were no cameras there.
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James’ tuition teacher made him a preposition he cannot refuse.
It was not a difficult decision because if he’s doing exactly why his parents hired the tuition teacher for.
Picking up new knowledge, only in this case, it’s about human biology.
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I was initially very resistant to having a tuition teacher because I felt it was a waste of money. I’m not interested in studying and I don’t understand why my parents insist on getting someone to make me.
I gave up reasoning with them and through some recommendation by friends, they hired Brenda to help me with my Math and Science.
Now Brenda is just 1 year older than me.
At 18, she’s in her final year in Junior college and she is moonlighting as a tuition teacher to make some extra cash.
Looking at books is painful for me but when I first laid my eyes on Brenda, the pain did not feel as bad.
Brenda is pretty, a sweet girl next door that would surely gain the approval of your parents if you introduce her as your girlfriend.
However she is already attached.
Not that I stand a chance anyway. I’m just your neighbourhood, cannot make it normal academic student trying to get pass his ‘O’ Levels.
Brenda goes to one of the top Junior college in the country. She’s smart, well spoken and given how she looks, she is definitely assured of a good job and career immediately after graduating from university.
The 1st few lessons were a little awkward give the small age gap between Brenda and I, but after a few sessions, we chatted a lot more. We maintained the teacher student relationship though, and instead of calling Brenda by her name, I called her ‘Cher’ , a shorter and more informal version of ‘teacher’ .
By the end of the 1st month, I was already masturbating to images of Brenda. I would secretly take photos of her when she is not looking and use them to wank myself off in the bathroom.
I would refresh those photos every week, giving me something to look forward to during my lesson with Brenda.
Due to some changes in schedule, my tuition timing with Brenda was brought forward to the late afternoon instead of evening, and this resulted in Brenda having to come straight from school.
The erection I have in my pants seeing her in her school uniforms never went down as she tried to explain the notes she prepared for me. She smells nice too, and seeing her white blouse and short green skirt, it gave me naughty ideas.
I snapped photos of her of course and that evening when I shut myself in the bathroom while trying to imagine myself removing Brenda’s school uniform piece by piece, I came so hard that I groaned and knelt down on the bathroom floor.
From that day onwards , I insisted with my mum to keep to the earlier schedule.
Yes. I want Brenda to come my place in her uniforms.
I want to see her and smell her up close knowing she has spent a whole day in school in them.
4 months into my class and I casually asked Brenda why is she working so hard, giving tuition and moonlighting.
Brenda : I needed the money….
James : Why… ? are you in some sort of trouble…
Brenda : I’m saving up to go overseas….. visit my boyfriend…. He’s studying in Australia …
James : I see…. So you’re going after you’re A , levels… ?
Brenda : I hope so…. Still a long way to go… you are my only student currently… haha
James : hahaha… ok…
Brenda : you should ask for more lessons….then I can earn more…
I smiled and said if she wants to earn more, maybe we can discuss some other arrangements.
Brenda : huh ?? … what do you mean…
James : Nothing.. nothing… hahah… nothing…
It was the spur of the moment comment but Brenda is not stupid.
She knew what I was trying to say.
Brenda : do you… save your pocket money James… ?
James : of course… I have quite a bit stashed away…
Brenda played with the pen in her hand and asked me softly how much.
James : About $300 plus…
My heart was beating really fast as I looked at Brenda.
I have more than $1000 stashed away but a good poker player never gives away his hand.
Brenda pouted her lips, she looked a little disappointed.
James : is…. Is it… too… too little… ?
Brenda turned and looked around to make sure my mum is still busy in the kitchen.
Brenda : can you dig a little deeper… maybe… a bit more…. ?
I swallowed a gulp of saliva before saying that I knew where my parents kept their money.
James : I think I can lift a little off without them knowing in loose change….
My erection was already pushing against my pants as I watched Brenda uncross her legs and changed the way she crossed it.
Brenda : if you can get 500…. We can work something out…
I stopped breathing and I too looked behind me to make sure the coast is clear.
James : really ? … you serious… ?
Brenda nodded as she bit her lips before quickly adding that I would need to use a condom.
My mum came out of the kitchen right about then and we quickly went back to the books.
Brenda : get the money first… then we have a deal…
Inside my head, I was already thinking 2 steps away.
Money is not the issue here.
I have enough stashed away without the need to steal from my parents.
I’ve never done anything like this before.
It’s my first time.
I don’t know if the time comes, will I know what to do.
I text Brenda 1 day before our next lesson, I told her I have the money ready.
James sms : Ok… I have the 500…. Where shall we do it… ?
Brenda : Don’t worry…. I know a spot…
I could not sleep, and when I did, I think I did so with a raging hardon.
Part of me kept thinking this must be a scam.
Maybe Brenda is tricking me to hand over the money. And if I dare to raise this up, she can easily turn the table around and say I tried to pay her for sex.
With a mixture of fear and excitement, I mentally willed the clock to ticked faster.
Even when I saw Brenda coming into my house that day for my tuition lesson, I was still unsure if this is going to happen.
Is it all a prank ?
Maybe she is just teasing me ?
5 minutes before my lesson end.
Brenda : You have the money… ?
James : yee… yess….
Brenda : show me….
I looked behind me to make sure my mum is not looking before pulling out the stack of fifties from my pocket.
Brenda looked at the money and nodded. She looked nervous too.
She cautioned me again and I knew the deal is sealed.
Brenda : Must….. must use condom… ok ?? cannot take out halfway ..
I nodded eagerly.
James : Ye… Yes Cher….
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James has helped his buddy Adrian get out of countless relationships before, but this time, they have finally met their match.
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James poured the bottle of wine into a decanter before bringing it over to the living room. He hummed a melody that was stuck in his head as he prepared a small platter of cheese and cured meats.
It had been a tiring week for him at work and he was looking to catch up on some movies and chill that Friday night.
Before he could sit his ass down on the sofa, his phone rang.
“Yo brother!….”
Adrian’s chirpy voice almost made James groan.
“What the fuck do you want?” He asked.
“Our usual arrangement la…. It’s time for me to ditch another girl, hahaha.”
“I was looking forward to chill tonight leh…” James lamented.
“Just a quick one la. You know these girls… once they see the shit, they’ll bolt.”
“Ok lah, ok lah, how long?” James asked.
Adrian told him he would be arriving back home in an hour.
While the two were not related by blood, they were neighbours and good friends since secondary school. The arrangement here referred to their ploy at helping each other getting out of committing to a relationship.
James unlocked Adrian’s apartment with his passcode and went to the storeroom. He brought out the wheelchair and laid some supplies around in the guest room. He removed the cloth covering the shelf that was stocked full of adult diapers, wet wipes, various creams and medicine. From the drawer he took out some of his photos and placed them on the room desk. Going around Adrian’s place, he left subtle clues around the living and dining area.
After he was done, he sighed and stripped himself. Pulling on an adult diaper and changing into some old clothes, James set out for another evening of acting like a disabled brother to Adrian.
Adrian and James, they were both players. That was perhaps the best description you could use for them. While they actively chased girls for sexual relationships, they had no plans on remaining committed for long.
Once they felt that the girls were getting clingy with the hopes of starting something long term, they would quickly implement the plan they had perfected over the years.
Enter the introduction of the disabled brother.
A sad, sob story about the male lead who on top of managing his career and life, had to take care of his disabled brother.
James sat in front of the TV at Adrian’s place and waited as he forced himself to drink plenty of water. As bizarre as it seemed, peeing himself on the wheelchair and demanding a change of diapers did the trick for many girls.
No one in their right mind would want to marry into a family saddled with such responsibilities.
James heard the door opening and he got ready for a night of playacting. If all went well, the girl would be gone in an hour and he could go back to his Friday evening chill at home.
“And…. this is my place…” Adrian said. “James…. James…. how are you….? I want you to meet my friend Olivia.”
“Erghhhhh… erghhhhhh… erghhhhh!”
James pretended to groan and mumble while having a dazed look on his face.
“I’m sorry I took so long…. They took a while to serve the desserts….” Adrian said as he brought Olivia in front of James.
Olivia was a pretty babe. Her hourglass figure showed clearly under her tight bodycon dress. Her hair was done up nicely with subtle curls and there was an air of sophistication around her.
“Hi James…” Olivia said as she lowered herself a notch, bringing herself down to James’s eye level.
That position parked her ample tits in front of James’s face and he groaned again as blood was sent rushing to his groin when Olivia gave him a good view of her assets.
“Ernghhhhh!”
“He’s been wheelchair bound since 5 years ago… Been degenerating ever since… I can barely understand him sometimes…” Adrian said mournfully.
“Oh dear… poor thing…”
“Yeah… but well… he’s my brother…“ Adrian said while giving James a hug from behind, the que for him to start peeing.
“Ernghhhhhh!” James groaned and peed into his diaper while pretending to throw a tantrum. “Arghhhh.. arghhh!”
“What is wrong with him? Is he ok…?” Olivia asked with concern.
“I think his diaper is wet… I’ll need to change him…”
“He’s wearing diapers…?“ Olivia asked.
“Yeah… bowel movements are a bit… messy…. I mean… sigh…” Adrian said in a sad manner.
He portrayed this as one of the reasons why he chose to remain single. Throughout the ditching process, he would drop subtle hints that whoever decided to stick with him would have to help take care of James.
“Even pooping?“ Olivia asked.
“Yeah… that’s what diapers are for…”
“Poor thing… James must have been through a lot.” Olivia said.
She lowered herself again to eye level with James. Her hands touched James’s palms and that reassuring touch sent electricity into James’s body.
With her kneeling in front of him, James’s erection only got harder as he could not tear his eyes away from her full and supple breasts.
“He must feel so lonely and terrible when you are at work.” Olivia said.
“Sigh…. what to do…? We try to manage…” Adrian said, wondering when Olivia would throw in the towel and leave.
“Come. Let me help you change his diaper.” Olivia offered.
“WHAT!” Adrian exclaimed in shock.
No one had ever offered to do something like that before. In fact, every time when it came to the changing of diapers, the two guys would go inside the room, lock the door and whoever was playing the disabled brother would just change out on his own.
No woman had ever offered to help.
“What’s wrong…?” Olivia asked, with her big innocent eyes looking at Adrian.
“Ernghhhhhh!” James groaned and he hoped his buddy would understand what he was saying. His groan literally translated to: ‘Find a way to get out of this fucking mess.’
“It’s ok… I… erm… I can manage…” Adrian stammered but Olivia was already wheeling James into his room.
“You know what Adrian…. You’re tired… Why don’t you go take a shower…? Let me do this…” Olivia offered.
“No… no.. no! Olivia… no…. wait…”
“It’s ok Adrian… It’s really ok.”
Everything happened so fast that neither man had the time to react.
Before James knew it, the room door was shut and locked with Adrian pounding on the outside of the door.
“Olivia…. Olivia!”
“Go and take a shower Adrian… Trust me… I can do this…” She said.
James was trying hard not to tremble as Olivia slid the armrest of the wheelchair to one side.
“Ergnhhhhhh!” James groaned when Olivia pulled him forward such that he was resting on her body, then in a well-practiced move, she transferred him to the bed which was the same height as the wheelchair seat.
Laying James down, Olivia took a diaper from the shelf. James watched in panic as he tried to keep up his act.
Olivia tore the elastic sideband of his adult pull-up and James could smell his own pee. His erection sprung up in all its glory and he groaned again to hide his embarrassment.
“Ohhhh…”
Olivia smiled as she looked at James’s throbbing dick.
“You must really like me…” Olivia said with a warm smile.
James thought Olivia would quickly clean him up, slap a fresh diaper on him and then move on. But he could not be more wrong.
There was something off about the way Olivia was looking at him.
What Adrian and he were doing was sick. It was a sick disgusting trick that they pulled off countless times to many unsuspecting girls. However, this time round it seemed like they had met their match.
Olivia looked towards the door where Adrian was still knocking and told him to go take a shower.
“Don’t worry Adrian… go shower… I’ll take good care of James…” She said with an eerie smile on her face.
The pounding on the door stopped. It was all up to James now.
James tried to force himself to pee and make a mess to scare Olivia off but when Olivia grabbed onto the shaft of his erection as his butt still rested on the soiled diaper, James stopped breathing for a few seconds.
Olivia put a finger to her lips while she looked at James.
“Shhhhhhhhh…..” Olivia whispered. “I know why you are always throwing tantrums…. Let me help you…”
Before James could say ‘what the fuck’ in his head, Olivia started stroking James’s erection.
“Don’t worry James… Even when I become Adrian’s wife…. I will still take good care of you…… Ok…?”
“ERgnhhhhhh!”
James trembled and groaned, his eyes widening in disbelief when Olivia lowered her dress, slipping out one of her breasts to show James as she played with her own nipple.
While enjoying the free and unexpected handjob, James knew deep down that it was not going to be easy getting rid of Olivia.
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James and Grace wants to start a family, but you need permission to do so.
(This title explores not only wife sharing, but also humiliation, crossdressing and cuckold. If you are uncomfortable reading contents like this, please give it a miss.)
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I held my wife’s hand as we stood outside the Ministry of Population Control. We exchanged a look and wondered if we should go ahead with our decision. The world was getting overpopulated and resources were being stretched thin. Global warming, rising sea levels, all of those weighed heavily on the minds of governments around the world. To combat over population, every country in the world had implemented some form of population control. In Singapore, the situation was under control, however, you were only allowed to start a family upon approval. And to get that approval, you had to go to the Ministry of Population Control, also known as the MOPC.
Due to our small land area, resources were limited. Babies born must be of a certain quality and the factors determining those qualities were not made known to residents like us. Your guess was as good as mine. Surely you would think that those who wanted to start a family would flood the MOPC trying to get permission to have kids but you would be wrong. To ensure that married couples did not make any hasty decisions, there were rules that you had to abide by. Aside from meeting the minimum income as a couple, you also had to be disease free. The government needed healthy parents in order to have healthy babies.
Application was free but in order to prevent abuse, the MOPC came up with a unique rule. Since your intention was to start a family, should you or your partner come up short during the evaluation, another partner would be assigned to you. In simple English, if the panel decided that your genes were not good enough for the next generation of Singaporeans, your wife’s eggs would be fertilised by another man deemed worthy of carrying on Singapore’s legacy. To step into the MOPC and put in your application was to give your consent that should the evaluation not work out in your favour, your wife would be bred by another man, someone healthier, someone better, someone stronger, someone smarter, someone with better genes than you.
A large LED panel displayed the current stats in full view of the street. More than 60% of applications by couples were approved. The other 40% were broken down into several different groups. 20% were rejected outright due to inferior bodies, genes and health history. The other 20% were assigned better mates on the day of their application. Out of the 20% that were assigned a better mate, 10% resulted in a successful impregnation.
On a smaller screen, it detailed the history and past records of the successful pregnancies that happened as a result of the MOPC’s pairing efforts. All of the kids that were born from the MOPC pairing system went on to attend elite schools. From gifted programs to Ivy League universities, the Singaporeans that were produced from the initiative were a mark above the rest not only in terms of academic results. Olympic gold no longer eluded us. We had started producing elite sportsmen and women. The 1st generation of babies born via the MOPC initiative were leaving their mark on the world. From billion dollar start-ups to astronauts in the International Space Station, the Singapore flag was flying high. The results spoke for themselves and the results silenced the population into compliance. You wanted to start a family? Trust in the MOPC. They knew what they were doing.
I looked at the figures and I felt my wife, Grace, tightened her grip. I could feel how nervous she was as well. I adjusted my backpack and I felt the weight of my educational certificates and various upgrading courses I had taken over the years as a Diploma holder. Grace on the other hand, was a university graduate. Both of us held a cushy civil servant job in another ministry. In terms of money, we were confident that we could raise a child comfortably.
James: Are you ok dear?
Grace: I’m ok… are you?
I nodded even though my heart was thumping really fast. I took another look at the stats of the successful applicants on the screen and prayed that the odds would be in our favour. Because if not, I did not know which was worse, having to walk out being denied permission to start a family, or to watch another man attempting to impregnate my wife over the course of the next three days.
We held each other’s hand and crossed the threshold into the MOPC.
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Juliette loves her husband and she believes he will never do anything to hurt her. She trusts him a lot, never once questioning what is happening when she is blindfolded and tied up on the bed.
After all, who else can be in the bedroom besides her husband right?
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I come from an abusive family. My stepfather was a drunkard, and he would come home in a state of extreme rage. I lived my childhood under his constant harassment.
He would start hitting my mother and me for no apparent reasons at all. You can imagine the fear the I live with everyday since young. I could not wait to grow up.
I could not wait to move out.
I took on my first job at 15 years old, working part time at a fast food joint. I wanted to save enough money to get me and my mother out from that hell hole which we call home.
When my father got drunk, he could not tell me from one of the girls from the KTV he goes to regularly.
He would demand that I pour his beer or liquor for him.
It didn’t matter that I just stepped back from school at 3pm in my school uniforms.
He would grab me and, on many occasions, grab my breast while I shout at him.
He thinks I’m one of those girls at the horrible places he goes to. My stepfather would touch me on my leg, he would caress my back and I lost count of the times I caught him sniffing my worn bra and panties.
I hate going home and the only reason I went home is because of my mother. I knew I’m the only one she has. I don’t know why but my mother refused to divorce him, choosing to endure the physical and verbal abuses.
I cried in my room. I would spend long periods of time in the shower trying to wash myself clean because I felt I’m dirty.
I did a lot of things to try and erect a physical barrier between my step father and me but end of the day, there was nothing I could do to stop his abuse.
I started to feel that if I did nothing, it will be over soon.
He touched me, just let him touch.
He rubbed my on my vagina, just let him rub.
Close my eyes and it will be over soon.
I told myself that my clothes were still on.
It’s ok.
I’m still wearing my clothes.
He’s only rubbing me outside my clothes.
I can put up with that.
I could not be more wrong.
Doing nothing only emboldened him.
Then one evening, he tried to rape me.
I fought with my life and my mum tried to stop him too.
He was dead drunk and he kept hitting us.
My mum with ended up with a swollen eye and 2 fractured ribs while trying to protect me.
That was it. I snapped.
That was the last night he is going to hurt me and my mother.
He left because I threatened him. I brandished a knife and tried to stab him a few times while driving him towards the exit. He wanted to report me for attempted murder.
The t-shirt I was wearing was torn and ripped from the fight we had earlier. My bra was hanging loose from my body and he tried to suck on my 16 year old tits while shouting at me.
Couple with the multiple bruises on my face and arms, I told my dad that the moment the police arrive, I’m going to tell them that he attempted to rape me.
“You just be prepared to see the inside of a jail cell for a long time ! “ I screamed at him.
“ I did not, I only touched you, you fucking bitch!“ He shouted and tried to grab the knife from my hand.
I tried to stab him again as I screamed.
“ Who do you think the police will believe ! “ I yelled back at him.
I tore off the rest of my clothes, exposing my bare body and started hitting and bruising myself to make it appear as if he tried to rape me that night.
I told him I’m going to lie through my teeth and cook up any story that I can think of to make sure he dies inside the prison.He tried to rape me and that is a fact, my mum will be my witness. At the very most, we will all die together.
On top of that, I’m going tell the police what he did to me previously. I don’t care if he was only touching me outside my clothes, I’m going to say he penetrated me. I’m going to lie that he penetrated me.
Enraged and still in the midst of sobering up from his stupor, my dad called me a slut.
He called me a bitch.
He called me names so vile that I wished I had it inside me to kill him that night.
He called me a whore.
Someone that is destined to spread my legs for money and for men’s pleasure.
He even cursed me that I would get raped and cast into sea.
That’s how poison his tongue is. I charged at him with the knife, driving him outside the door and he spat at me.
“ You fucking slut. You will get rape one day I tell you. You will surely get raped like a whore ! “ He cursed.
My stepfather left home that day and he never returned.
No one know where he went.
He just disappeared.
This however, did not solve the trauma that my mother and I suffered.
Every night, we would bolt the door and lock the gate. We would live in fear of him suddenly returning. Even when it was just us along walking along the street we would keep turning around to see if he would suddenly make an entrance.
Finally, after 7 long years after that faithful incident, we decided to move out
I was a 23 year old adult by then and I got a stable job after polytechnic.
My mother and I sold the place and moved to a new neighbourhood.
I thought my life would get better but I was wrong.
I met my boyfriend Jason.
Jason is the kind of badboy that girls like and perhaps due to my traumatic childhood, I somehow gravitate towards men like him. I can’t explain it. I think it’s partly because I’m broken. I don’t have a father figure in my life to look up to. The only man in my growing up years was one asshole who abuses me regularly.
Jason is abusive and violent but he is good looking. He’s suave and really handsome. I’m a sucker for looks. My mum did not approve of Jason but I knew I love him.
And love is a strange thing.
Love can make women do strange things that transcend reasons.
I literally let him do whatever he wants to me. To my body.
Jason wanted to post pictures and videos of us having sex in public on sex forums, I disagreed and he lost his temper. In the end I relented. Although our faces are not shown, I felt sick reading the comments.
Comments of what other men in cyberspace want to do to a horny slut like me.
The man in pictures like these are labelled as heroes, players, people who dare to push the limits, however, for women, there is only one label for us.
Slut.
It didn’t matter that sometimes Jason hit me when we quarrel. Not exactly raining blows over and over but a punch, a slap.
It didn’t matter that sometimes he gets a bit abusive verbally when he’s drunk.
I put up with it all.
It’s nothing compared to what I went through as a child.
I even put up with Jason when he came back drunk one night and forced himself on me when I said I don’t want to have sex.
My menses just came and I was getting a bad case of cramp but it didn’t stopped him. It didn’t bother Jason I was bleeding.
As he held me down and thrust his tool inside me, he kept asking me if I’m a virgin. If he was the one that broke my hymen. I sobbed and cried in pain but I did nothing.
I have been conditioned that if I did nothing, it will all be over soon.
That’s how screwed up my life was
After dating Jason for 3 years, we got married when I’m 26.
I moved into Jason’s place where he shared with his mother who was already severely ill.
Aside from having to work in the day, I need to help take care of my mother in law in the evening when I’m back. Jason, on the other hand, spends his time playing games and taking on small gig jobs like singing in a band or helping out at events.
Money is tight but we somehow managed to make do.
When my mother in law passed on, she left him a tidy sum of money. Money which he splurged and spent it all within 6 months.
When the pandemic hit us, I suffered a 50% paycut, Jason is unemployed, and we were saddled with bills to pay. From utilities to credit card to instalment plans we signed up for the appliances and furniture.
It was a stressful period and with our finances being tight, Jason lost his temper more often. I try to stay out of his way but sometimes I knew he needed me to help relief his stress.
Or rather, he needed my body.
Jason likes to fuck me in a rough manner, like he was forcing himself on me. He likes it when I resist or when I cry during sex because it was too painful.
I hate to admit it but Jason seemed to get aroused more when he sees me helpless and in pain.
It’s sick but this is the man I married.
With me bringing home only 1200 a month after my paycut, it was barely enough.
Hardly a day goes by without us quarrelling over some small matter.
I would ask Jason to go find a proper job, or do food delivery or something, but he would snap back at me, asking me that I should be earning more with my poly diploma.
He even commented that I should probably consider selling my body or go become a hooker to bring back more for the family.
“ I don’t mind if you sleep around if the money is good. “ my husband said.
I was so upset with him that I refused to speak with him for a few days.
How could he say something like that ?
I almost fainted when Jason broached the subject to me one day over dinner. He was surfing a sex forum and realises that local Singaporean girls command a premium.
“Some charges up to 800 per hour ! “ He said.
“what are you trying to say ! “ I screamed at him
“ So angry for what ? Just saying only. You look at yourself. You think you can get 800 ? I think if someone offers 350 you should be happy already. “ My husband said in a sarcastic manner.
We quarrelled over that of course and as much as I hate to do it, he was too strong for me to resist and he still forced himself on me that evening. While having intercourse with me, he kept humiliating me, calling me a whore and asking me to admit it until he reached his orgasm.
After he came, he took a shower before coming back to apologise.
He said he didn’t mean it.
It was just the dick doing the talking earlier.
I forgive him like I always did.
I thought this was over.
A closure to the many quarrels we have over different subjects and topics.
I was wrong.
I really thought my husband said it on the spur of the moment.
Then one day, he did something despicable.
He was extra nice that morning.
Extra nice.
Then he coaxed me into the bedroom.
And then he blindfolded me.
I was tied up on the bed.
And he…..
And he….
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