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Originally Posted by
dadbod40
Lol I’m pretty sure thats not true, especially now you mentioned he’s still making you cum frequently.
I finally managed to catch up with all your posts. My experience is almost 60-70% similar with Tom and yourself. Initially, I was really only focused on pleasuring the lady till she got frustrated and nearly raped me. Kekeke… Good memories.
You seem to be online the whole time btw… Looking for any other prey?
Lol.nope not looking for any prey… And what a way to describe it, like I’m some man-eater.
I don’t log out my account so maybe it appears I’m online all the time?
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Originally Posted by
dadbod40
Lol I’m pretty sure thats not true, especially now you mentioned he’s still making you cum frequently.
I finally managed to catch up with all your posts. My experience is almost 60-70% similar with Tom and yourself. Initially, I was really only focused on pleasuring the lady till she got frustrated and nearly raped me. Kekeke… Good memories.
You seem to be online the whole time btw… Looking for any other prey?
Lol.nope not looking for any prey… And what a way to describe it, like I’m some man-eater.
I don’t log out my account so maybe it appears I’m online all the time?
Dan arrived around 1am and I met him at the driveway.
It was the first time I had seen his car and I was suitably impressed. But it was pretty small for him. He drove a Toyota Supra. I teased him when I entered.
Me: Why such a small car?
D: Easier to impress the chicks.
Me: Really? I’m not impressed.
D: Also easier to get blowjobs.
Me: Seriously…
D: It’s quite fun actually.
Me: Sounds dangerous.
D: Wanna try?
Me: $400 per shot.
D: Sorry honey, in-car action is lower priced. Probably around $200-$250.
Me: Oh.
D: Is that something you’re looking to provide as well?
Me: I’ve never done it.
D: Hmm…
He unzipped himself.
D: Here you go.
Me: What the fuck.
D: Practice.
Me: Right.
D: You need the cash first?
Me: You’re an asshole.
He passed me his wallet. I tossed it aside and unbuckled my seatbelt. The car started beeping irritatingly.
I bent down and tried to squeeze myself into the tiny space where his cock was. Ok. Maybe he was right. The small car made it near impossible to go anywhere else.
As I wrapped my lips around his semi-hard cock, I realized it was pretty hard to move my head, so I had to depend on my tongue a lot. That probably felt good for them.
I felt him swerve a little as I swirled my tongue around his head inside my mouth. Suddenly this didn’t feel like such a great idea. Probably the whole concept of in-car action was when the car was parked, in the backseat where there was more space. But a blowjob while driving was perhaps something kinkier and more thrilling that some people liked.
I didn’t want to die in a car crash so I didn’t really do much other than leave his cock in my mouth. Luckily it was late at night and there was not much traffic on the road. Dan also wisely stayed on the left lane, which was weird for a sports car. Also, his windows were heavily tinted so I doubt anyone on the outside could see what was going on.
I kept my head on his lap all the way until he reached my place. I removed my mouth from his cock with a slurp.
D: I didn’t cum.
Me: Don’t be an ass. I’ve had a long day.
D: Fine. Same thing tomorrow. Just head there around lunchtime. I’ll let you know about your bookings.
I wiped my mouth with tissue from his car before leaving. It was quite funny seeing him there with his cock out. Maybe I should invite him to the staircase. But I was a little sore from the banker’s massive cock earlier on.
Me: Good night.
I went back up. Perhaps I should just stay over at the hotel for the rest of the week. Mike didn’t seem to care where I was or where I had been to anyway.
Unsurprisingly, he wasn’t even home when I entered the house. I took a quick shower again, and made a mental note to moisturize my skin as I had taken so many showers today already.
I checked my phone, there were no messages from him so I simply went to bed.
Tom texted me though and we had a short chat.
T: How was your day?
Me: Tiring.
T: Had fun?
Me: It was quite fun. The last client was massive.
T: Oh. Wow.
Me: Yeah. You guys all have tiny cocks now.
T: Haha. It’s not the size but how you use it.
Me: Yeah. And you use it really well.
I wasn’t sure why I was teasing him now. It wasn’t as though I needed more sex at that point of time.
I guess he didn’t know how to respond either.
T: Well, be safe yeah. Will catch up with you some other time.
I snapped a bed selfie and sent it to him, squeezing my boobs together.
T: Argh. You’re killing me.
Me: You killed me too the night before. Good night.
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ouzo18
Thanks for the update. Hope Mark have time to help you write.
He sent me last few chapters already. Then told me he’s gonna stop. He’s pretty upset I think.
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ouzo18
Sad….
Please spend sometime with him and cheer him up
Hahahahaha. I’m not the one who he wants to spend time with.
Over the next few days, I continued to see clients as usual. Normally I would get 4-5 a day, each taking a one hour package. I didn’t get any other interesting clients like the older gentleman who came without penetration or the young banker with the huge cock.
It was honestly pretty boring, but at least I was earning some cash to hopefully pay off Mike’s bond.
He never questioned where I was or what I was doing though. At least John didn’t betray me.
Speaking of John, somehow he was texting me almost daily to ask for sex advice and how to pleasure April. I felt like asking him to just book my time and I’ll let him practice on me.
At the end of the week, I had a couple of thousand dollars which I put into a separate bank account.
I teased Tom daily, whenever I was in the hotel room, just before a client came. I don’t know what I was doing, but he seemed like a fun person to tease.
As usual, his replies were that I was driving him crazy. But he never asked to meet for sex. I guess that wasn’t his style. He would wait for me to do ask. Someone should tell him that sometimes you only get what you want when you ask for it.
I didn’t work over the weekend, but I didn’t do much with Mike anyway. He was forever engrossed with his computer game. Maybe I should just join him to see what it was all about. But my idea of role-playing games was definitely something different.
I think I needed to do something about my sex drive though. Despite having sex daily, with different men, I was still constantly horny. But I didn’t want to give Dan any pleasure. So I texted Tom instead.
Me: Hey. Do you want to pleasure me?
T: With my hands and mouth? Or…
Me: You can fuck me if you want. But you always seem so unwilling.
T: It’s not that. I’ve got a problem.
Me: Which is?
T: I don’t cum easily.
Me: And so?
T: So… it might take awhile.
Me: I’m not complaining.
T: It might hurt.
Me: You never hurt me. Yet.
T: I wouldn’t want to.
Me: Get a hotel please. Overnight.
T: You sure about that?
Me: Why? Are you going to fuck me till I die then dump the body?
T: Haha. Nope. But we both have commitments at home.
Me: I can stay over. You decide how you want to do this.
T: Ok.
So anyway he did book a hotel somewhere in the East. It was like a boutique hotel. I doubt either of us was going to stay overnight, but I would if he did.
We checked in together and he went to shower first before I did. I wondered why he didn’t want to shower together. Was he afraid of me? Or was he really so shy? I walked out naked and lay on the bed.
Me: Do anything you want.
And then he just sat there and watched me.
Me: Errr… hello?
T: You said do anything I want. So I’m just admiring you.
I rolled my eyes.
Me: Ok fine.
T: How about I give you a massage? You must be tired from work this week.
Me: Sounds like a good idea.
I rolled over and he massaged my neck, shoulders, arms and back. When he got to my butt, he started caressing instead of kneading.
I spread my legs wider to give him access. Instead, he started massaging my thighs and calves.
I flipped over and he massaged the front.
Me: I’m wet.
T: Really?
Me: You made me wet.
He spread my legs to check.
T: Doesn’t look wet.
Me: Make me wet then.
T: Ok.
He started at my chest, massaging my boobs, licking and sucking at my nipples. After a week of being used by my clients, it sure felt good to be pleasured by someone who wasn’t doing it for his own pleasure. Or was he?
He teased me with his fingers and tongue. By the time he reached down there, I was sure I was already wet. He started eating me out like I was some tasty dish. His fingers slid in as he licked my clit. I wanted his cock in my mouth badly. But he was so engrossed in pleasuring me that I decided to just let him do whatever he wanted.
When he was done, I saw that he was already hard, precum had leaked out from his dickhead and formed a trail on the bed.
Me: Come here. I want to suck you.
He came over obediently and inserted his cock into my warm, inviting mouth. Ahh… it felt good. I wondered how long he would last this time.
I wasn’t sure I wanted him inside my mouth for the next 90 minutes, even though it filled it up nicely.
T: Do you want me to fuck you?
Me: Yes please.
He capped himself and slid in. I wondered why he wanted to use condoms with me. We were no longer testing the different brands. But I guess with my new job it was probably better and safer for everyone involved. I have to give him some credit for respecting me in that aspect though. A client would probably just rip off the condom and enter me raw if I allowed it.
I still hated condoms, and the way they dried me out. More friction wasn’t necessarily a good thing.
As usual he went slow, teasing me with his dick head on my clit, before inserting inch by inch until there was none left. His thrusts were deliberate, making me feel every single one. He wasn’t rushed, and he wanted me to enjoy myself. He was so gentle, sometimes I wish he could be a little bit rougher.
Me: Can you fuck me harder?
T: I don’t want to hurt you.
Me: I’m not being hurt.
T: Ok.
He rammed me hard and fast, driving me crazy. I grabbed the sheets, nearly ripping them off the bed.
Strangely, even though he was fucking me hard, he was still nowhere near cumming. The beads of perspiration formed on his forehead and neck and rolled down his body. The air-conditioning wasn’t that good in this hotel.
15 mins later, he pulled out. I was super dry thanks to the condom.
He started to eat me, teasing my clit with his tongue, and slowly inserting his finger to check for wetness. I was slowly getting wetter and wetter under his skillful touch.
He removed the condom and got me excited for awhile, as I thought I would be able to feel his raw cock inside me. But instead he put on a new one.
I grabbed his hand.
Me: No condom.
T: You sure?
I bit my lip and nodded my head.
He removed the condom and positioned at the entry. He pushed the head in and I moaned, feeling the shape of his dickhead, and the textures of his shaft. I moaned louder as he hit my cervix.
Me: Fuck me hard.
T: Ok.
He rammed me again and we switched positions for awhile, getting into my favorite position, flat on my stomach, while he penetrated me from behind. I screamed louder and grabbed the sheets again as his cock plunged in and out of me with such intensity. And yet, he still took forever to cum.
I think I was about to faint when he pulled out.
Me: Cumming?
T: Yeah.
Me: In my mouth please.
I rolled over and he stood over me, wanking as he aimed into my mouth.
His first shot was fired with such velocity that it hit the back of my throat, causing me to choke and gag as I pushed him away slightly. That was a mistake as soon as I closed my mouth, the next shot landed in my eye.
T: Shit! Sorry!
He aimed on my chest instead, coating my bountiful breasts with more of his sticky, creamy juice.
He passed me tissue for my eye. I wiped off his cum and took him into my mouth, cleaning up his cock, and trying to suck him dry. He moaned and collapsed onto the bed as I proceeded to suck him dry, intent on giving him the best orgasm he ever had, and also as payback for the orgasms he had given me.
T: Holy shit!
I felt him cum again into my mouth, firing off two more shots. Was that even possible as he had just cum? His legs were trembling badly, but I refused to let him go, continuing to suck as I swallowed whatever else he could give me.
It was kind of fun torturing him this way.
That session with Tom was truly mind-blowing, but it wasn’t natural. No one should be able to last that long. I didn’t know what he was trying to prove or why he needed to prove it to me.
Sex must be enjoyed by both parties, and I was definitely enjoying it. But was he? I didn’t really want to question his intentions so I left it at that.
I did a couple more months of escorting for Dan. The clients came and went, and interestingly, I didn’t have many repeat clients, except for the young banker. He even booked me the whole day once, for $4000. He didn’t even flinch at the amount. It kind of reminded me of the rich old man who offered to be my sugar daddy. I guess the banking and finance sector was really doing well despite the pandemic.
John tried a couple of times to book me personally again, without going through Dan, but I rejected him. I didn’t want him to think I was easy. For me, this was a job for now, until I managed to clear the debts incurred by Mike.
As fate goes, one of Mike’s unmarried aunts passed on and left him quite a sizeable inheritance. Being the absolute dumbass that he was, he didn’t see it fit to pay off the debts, and instead wanted to invest in cryptocurrency. I gave him a piece of my mind and told him that I’d pay off half of his total debts if he paid off the rest. He never asked where I got the money from and part of me was wondering if he actually knew and just kept quiet about it. After clearing the debts, he still had some money left over and I allowed him to invest it however he saw fit, as long as a portion was kept for a rainy day. Interestingly, this time he just opened a fixed deposit account and put everything inside after clearing the bulk of our car loan as well. I was glad he was finally maturing in that aspect.
Since the burden on our shoulders was lifted and I told Dan I was retiring for good. He wasn’t displeased or anything. I was just another one of his girls anyway. But I did allow him one last fuck for old times sake, making sure I showed him exactly what he would be missing.
During those few months I never slept with Tom again, not because I didn’t want to, but because I didn’t really want to do it while I was still sleeping with so many other men. I took all the necessary STD tests for the next couple of months and once I was all clear, I finally contacted him again.
Me: Missed me?
T: Of course.
Me: I stopped escorting.
T: That’s good. Settled your financial problems?
Me: Yes.
T: That’s great news.
I decided to be upfront with him.
Me: I like the way we connected, and I enjoy sex with you a lot. Can we be in a physical relationship?
T: You know it’s kind of hard for me to meet up constantly.
Me: I know. But we have this connection that I really enjoy.
T: I enjoy being with you too.
Me: We can have occasional quickies. Once in a while go to a hotel. Would that work for you?
T: We can try it out.
Me: Ok.
So we did, for the next few months, just doing it in the car at random car parks, sometimes at the staircase, sometimes he came over when Mike wasn’t around.
I think Mike knew what I was doing, but he never really said anything, and he continued to fuck me good and hard whenever I wanted it. I never confessed to him anyway.
Then I stumbled upon the forum after Tom mentioned it to me and of course, came across Shrouded’s story.
I never really expected him to reply to my private message but he was really nice about it, even arranging for me to meet with Nat and Darren just to find out more about their lifestyle choice which truly was an eye opener.
Confessing to Mike was really the next step and he took it really well, more or less confirming my suspicions that he knew all along and was somehow ok with it.
The threesome with him and Tom was just as mind-blowing as my first ever threesome. It made me feel like a whole new woman. But they really drew the line at anal and double penetration as they feared that they would hurt me with their sizeable cocks.
Introducing Mike and Tom to the group was not something I envisioned but I’m glad it happened, even though Shirlyn was being a little irritating when she took Mike away from me, then Tom, but I learnt to deal with it eventually, keen on adopting the mindset of Nat and Darren.
I’m not proud to say this but I also almost managed to get into the pants of the elusive EoS, having read about him turning down Shirlyn on so many occasions.
It was an impromptu drinking session at home with Mike and Tom and somehow Tom managed to get EoS over and sufficiently drunk.
It would have been an absolute fantasy to be ravaged by the three of them but it never happened. I only managed to play with his cock but he resisted me all the way somehow.
I recently went to Korea for a short holiday with Mike and when I came back, I found out about the problems that Mark was having from Tom who heard it from Shirlyn.
Alicia coming back caused some friction I think, and Mark moved out of their place to be alone for a while.
He also stopped writing for me so this is my maiden attempt at writing my own story.
So do forgive me if it seems like I rushed through a lot of it as most of what happened was already written in Mark’s story.
Right now, I’m still an anal virgin, and obviously a DP virgin. But I’m contented with what I have with Mike and Tom and I can only wish that Mark will be able to find the happiness that he desires, and thank him for being such an accommodating friend for someone who was a stranger that I got to know on an online sex forum.
I guess I’ll write if something interesting happens, like if I finally lose my anal virginity or something.
But for now, I guess I’ll just be a silent lurker on the forum.
I was on leave from way before Christmas all the way till the first working day of the new year and all I can say is that it was boring.
Coming back from a winter country, Mike had fallen ill with bad flu-like symptoms but tested negative for Covid so he spent most of the days back in bed or on his computer playing games again while I was left alone to be bored.
It seemed like a good time to meet Tom then, but he was busy as well, with his wife, and somehow Shirlyn as well. Apparently there was a small Christmas party over at Jasmine’s place which I wasn’t invited to.
I texted Mark every now and then to see how he was doing and he assured me that he was fine, just working things out on his own.
I wasn’t excited about heading back to work, having been used to working from home for 3 out of 5 days previously, now we would only be working 1 day at home, and now we wouldn’t get to choose which days we wanted to head to the office as management said it would be Wednesdays. It was going to be so disruptive. Imagine already getting used to 2 days in the office, then all of a sudden you’re back home the next day chilling, then back to the office again. I guess this would be how SMEs operate now. But I would seriously rather just work the entire week in the office. The plus point though, was that I would probably be able to meet up with friends, if I had any, more often since I was already going to be out of the house.
The new year weekend was pretty shit as well, since Mike was still sick and I didn’t want to rape him or anything even though I was so fucking horny. He did tell me to see if Tom was available, or even EoS, since I seemed to be having so much fun playing with his cock the last time.
In the end, I called neither of them. Tom was irritatingly sort of ignoring me now that he had Shirlyn. I guess as I approach 40, it’s pretty obvious that Tom would want to be fucking someone younger. Maybe even Alicia. Who knows what went on during the Christmas party they had.
I was half-tempted to head back to the dating app, or even scroll through the numerous PMs I received on the forum, just to relieve my boredom.
Tuesday back at the office was mind-blowingingly numb. I was surrounded by zombies. Everyone just seemed so unwilling. My department had a short face to face meeting in the morning before dispersing to our own cubicles. But there was nothing much to do and everyone, my manager included, was just watching YouTube videos until it was time for lunch.
I headed out with my fellow exec, and we decided to brave the weather and walk further to another hawker centre some distance away as she wanted to eat this Hong Kong steamed dishes thing. I recall the stall but never really ate there as the only thing any of us ever bothered to queue for there was the fish soup on level 2.
By some stroke of luck, as we were queuing up, there was a familiar figure right in front of us.
Me: Mark!
He turned around.
M: Oh hello.
Me: You managed to get a seat?
M: Nah. Tapauing back to office. There’s an open space where we can eat in the building.
Me: Ah.
M: You got seats?
Me: Yup. You wanna join us?
M: It’s fine. You’re with your colleague.
Me: She’s single! And horny!
My exec, let’s call her Amy, glared at me, embarrassed.
A: What the fuck.
M: Haha. I’m neither single nor horny.
Me: Oh? You’re not single?
M: I mean, I’m not available.
Me: Oh. Too bad then.
He didn’t join us eventually, really just packing his food back to the office.
Me: Hey, you wanna grab a coffee tonight or something to catch up?
M: Oh. I’ll think about it. Quite busy with work at the moment.
Me: Alright. Let me know then.
Amy and I probably ordered way too much for the two of us, getting braised pork, salted egg chicken, and two different kinds of soup, and slowly navigated to our table.
A: Bitch. Why did you announce to a stranger that I’m horny?
Me: Hahaha. What’s the big deal. I’m horny too.
A: But you didn’t tell him.
Me: I’m married! Hahahaha.
A: Ya la. Not everyone is so lucky. Such a fit and good looking husband.
Me: Well…
A: Who’s that guy anyway?
Me: Oh just someone I got to know some time back. Had some common interests.
A: What kind of common interests would you have with a guy?
Me: Would you believe me if I said sports?
A: Obviously not. He looks a little out of shape.
Me: Hahaha! Ok. He writes stuff, I read his stuff. Tried writing too.
A: Huh. You’re already good at writing what.
Me: He writes sex stories.
A: What the.
Me: Not kidding. I like reading his stories.
A: Real or fake one?
Me: Who knows. Don’t really care. It’s entertaining.
A: Chey. Might as well go read 50 Shades or something.
Me: It’s different la. Local context easier to identify with.
A: Eh don’t tell me you’re cheating on your husband.
Me: How did you even come to that conclusion?
A: I knew a guy who wrote sex stories too. On a forum. Famous forum that came out in the news.
Me: That’s exactly where I met him!
A: Oh. Why are you even there?
Me: I could ask you the same question.
A: Saw it on my ex laptop. Wondering why the fuck he still need to find girls when he’s got me. So I just click here and click there, ended up reading stories.
Me: Same situation for me lor.
A: Your husband is there??
Me: Oh no la. Just chanced upon it then anyhow click. Haha.
A: Ya right.
Me: Really! A friend told me about it so I go and see see lor.
A: You have interesting friends.
Me: I think so too.
After lunch, as we were walking back to the office, I caught sight of Jasmine, Kate and Shirlyn walking towards the hawker centre as well. I wondered what was going on that Mark had decided to eat alone. They didn’t see me so I didn’t bother to say hello either. But perhaps I should have confronted Shirlyn and exerted some authority to get Tom back.
The rest of the day was spent stoning as usual, and attempting to clear emails. There seemed to be less work to do now that we were actually in the office.
Around 5pm Mark texted and asked what time I could get off work.
Me: I’m done at 530pm actually.
M: Oh. I’m done at 6.
Me: Ah. So wait till 7?
M: I actually woke up late today so had to buy the day license.
Me: Oh. That’s good. Where are we having coffee then?
M: How about dinner?
Me: Sure. Where?
M: What’s your after dinner plans?
Me: Home I guess. You?
M: Home too. I guess.
I decided to test the water.
Me: I’m actually kind of horny.
He didn’t reply till around 545pm.
M: Sorry. Can’t help you there.
Me: Can’t or won’t?
M: Don’t want to?
Me: Haha. Dinner it is then. I’m actually heading over to your office area to wait.
M: So fast?
Me: I don’t want to hang around the office.
M: Ok then. Let me finish up then I’ll see you downstairs.
Me: Alright.
I hung around outside the Starbucks and he came down within 5 minutes past 6pm. I guess he didn’t want to stay there either.
M: Where to?
Me: Anywhere. As you wish.
M: I’m clueless as to what I feel like eating.
Me: How about pussy. Hahahaha.
M: No.
Me: Just teasing. Maybe… if you wanna drink, we can grab some drinks with bar bites?
M: Where?
Me: Seletar? It’s mid week. Should be empty.
M: Never really been there.
Me: Just drive as if you’re going to Jasmine’s place. I’ll direct you.
M: Ok then.
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Tomb
Definitely have the familiar way of telling a story like Mark.
Can’t wait to read more from you …
Trying really really hard to copy his style.