As Yvette closed the door, I settled into a comfortable chair. The room came with a small balcony & the glass sliding door was opened & the curtains drawn, carrying in the cool night air. Yvette unwrapped the towel & used it to dry her hair. My eyes followed her movement hungrily around the room & she finally settled down on the bed against the head board, legs politely closed together. I’d never seen her fully naked & her breast were firm & rounded, the nipples small unlike her clit but almost the same colour as her tanned breast.
Without trying to spoil their surprise, I casually asked her, “So who’s in the shower?”
“I know you can’t wait to find out but be patient….. someone beyond your wildest imagination.” Yvette answered reaching into a large bag beside the bed for something small that I couldn’t see.
Finally, the shower was turned off & I waited excitedly for Zanthia to make her entrance, my mind working out what expression to adopt to create a false façade of surprise. As with all women, it took a little while longer & finally the door opened. Oh my God! My jaws dropped as out stepped a six foot ang mo with a penis twice my length!
Clean shaven as I was too. In my mind I was asking, “Huh? Where’s Zanthia?” Could she still be in the bathroom? If she was, I would be even more disappointed. But obviously, Zanthia wasn’t & if she was, wouldn’t it be called “ménage a quatre” Oh how I’d read the whole thing wrong, way wrong, damn wrong.
Yvette introduced me to Thierry (quite safe to use his real name here), her friend from Paris who is touring through the region & is stopping over our Little Red Dot for two nights. Yvette had graciously agreed to be his guide obviously in more ways than one. Thierry was more Mediterranean than Anglo-Saxon, hair almost as dark as ours, well-built, skin tone a little more naturally bronze than most ang mo but did not speak English. Even in his nakedness in front of a stranger, he was comfortable in the room as I was not. Thierry settled beside Yvette on the bed & stroke her hair, I supposed waiting expectantly for the ménage a trio to begin.
Well for me, when it come to sex, it’s the more cunts the merrier but two pricks is one too many. I told Yvette honestly so & asked to take my leave & left them to their sexual pursuit. Yvette raised a hand to held me back & had a quick word with Mr. No English who simply shrugged his shoulders as is if to say “Whatever” Yvette turned to me & said, “Why don’t you just sit, watch & enjoy yourself then.” With nothing else planned for the evening, it was an agreeable option.
& then the action started. Thierry laid spread eagle facing up on the bed & Yvette started using her pussy to rubbed over him. First from his feet up to his groin & after a short while, Thierry body started to react to Yvette’s stimulation. But every time Thierry tried to touch Yvette or raised his pubis, Yvette would give him a nasty pinch. I came to realized that despite all of Yvette teasing, the game is for Thierry to resist & submit. Very soon, Yvette worked her way up; she sat momentarily on Thierry’s now hardened cock & glided along it. Again Thierry lost control, arched himself up & was punished by Yvette pinching his nipples. Yvette moved upwards, rubbed her pussy on Thierry’s nipples & now I could see a trial of Yvette’s cunt juice on Thierry’s body. Yvette moved further up & was now astride Thierry’s face with her legs holding down Thierry’s arms, incapacitating them. Yvette then hovered her pussy over Thierry’s mouth & I could see Thierry straining his neck to reach her pussy without success. Yvette said something to Thierry in French & when he answered “Oui, oui.” Yvette forced her pussy onto Thierry’s face & rubbed all over it sadistically. Thierry stuck his tongue out & would try to lick Yvette’s pussy every time it passes by his mouth & despite my reservation; he seemed to be enjoying it. Yvette of course by this time was in wild abandonment, pulling Thierry’s hair & grunting away. Yvette then turned around, her legs still on Thierry’s arms, pussy still on his face & now facing his legs. Yvette reached out & starting yanking Thierry & when his cock was sufficiently erect, Yvette reached for those things that she took out of the large bag earlier. Now I could see that they were standard office paper clips, those black metallic type that has real pinching power & instinctly moved my hands over my cock. Yvette lifted off some foreskin off Thierry’s penis & pinched a couple of those clips onto them. Ouch! Then she did the same to the skin on the scrotum. Double ouch. That done, she ordered Thierry to turn over which he obediently complied. Yvette reached for the bad again & out came a double-headed skin coloured ribbed dildo of a generous diameter. Yvette smeared it with some cream that was already on the bedside table, pushed Thierry’s legs apart & rammed one end of the dildo into his asshole with no mercy. Thierry instinctly cringed but then relaxed & Yvette started brutally thrusting the dildo in & out of Thierry’s asshole & I was amazed by his tolerance. Thierry also started grunting & couldn’t keep his ass still & by then Yvette was ready to mount the other end of the dildo. Yvette rode on enthusiastically & what’s a red-blooded man like me to do amongst all this action but to unzipped my pants & stimulate myself. Yvette rode for a good five minutes & then withdrew from the dildo, removed it from Thierry’s asshole & now laid spread eagle on the bed. Thierry quickly removed all the clips & inserted his penis into Yvette’s cunt which couldn’t take Thierry’s full length & even when fully inserted, I could see the bottom end of Thierry’s penis sticking out of Yvette’s cunt, very stimulating to me. Thierry rode like there’s no tomorrow, two well tone, well-built bodies humping it out on the sexual battle field. Amidst all the screaming & grunting, Yvette came first, her blood red nails digging into Thierry’s back & then Thierry follow suit, pushing his cock as deep as he can into Yvette’s cunt as he came. That done, Yvette ordered Thierry to withdrew his cock & kicked him unceremoniously out of the bed. Yvette beckoned me over, spread her legs & showed me her red & slightly bruised pussy, a trickling of Thierry’s cum leaking out of her cunt. “That’s what I like. Creampie. Warm cum flowing out of my cunt” Yvette said. “Why don’t you come aboard & shot your inside?” she invited me as she saw me yanking myself. I’m not one to dipped my cock into a cunt filled with freshly brew cum. But as I saw Thierry making his way to the bathroom, I offered to spray my load all over her pussy & before she consented, I pulled her to the edge of the bed, spread her legs wide & started masturbating. Yvette smiled & lifted her legs off the bed and as I cum, I aimed my entire load all over her pussy, some spurting as far as her breast.
I would like to smeared my cum all over her but Thierry’s cum turned me off. Nevertheless, Yvette did the honours for us, mixing Thierry’s cum which was still leaking out of her cunt with mine & smeared them all over her body.
When everything was said & done, Yvette invited me to stay the night but I was not prepared to risk my ass hole with Thierry & the dildo around. I said good night & took my leave, my dream of a ménage a trio with Zanthia up in smoke. I did not go off immediately but went to the hotel lounge to have a drink & listen to some music to collect myself. At about 12 midnight, I left the hotel & as I walked away from the building itself, I looked up to see two figures on the balcony at Thierry’s unit. It looked like Yvette & Thierry humping away at each other again in the nude. One side of me wanted to go & watch again but good sense prevailed. Seeing Yvette & Thierry fucked in the raw, I made a mental note to always practice safe sex if I were to engage Yvette again.
My encounters with Yvette was far & few in between. In fact, those were the only two encounters that led to some form of sex. However, my laision with Zanthia was another matter.
Zanthia wasn’t a very techno savvy person & usually needed help when it comes to the intricacy of computers & electronic products & equipment. Not too long ago, she bought a complete home theatre system & needed help to set it up. Of course, I volunteer immediately without her asking.
I told her to arrange for a “convenient” day & when that day arrived, I accompanied her home. We stopped by a 7-Eleven & bought some drinks & while at the cashier, I saw some Chupa Chup & bought one without Zanthia knowing & kept it in my pocket. Her flat which she shared with a younger female sibling is a 5-room HDB flat in the north-eastern part of the island. That evening of course, her sister was nowhere to be found.
It was actually a simple home entertainment system & I half suspected Zanthia of setting things up. Zanthia left me alone while she went to change & freshen up. I hooked the system up in a jiffy & she reappeared in a t-shirt about two sizes too big & a pair of short running shorts, almost unseen under the large t-shirt. Zanthia brought the drinks & as she bent down to serve me, I could see her two peaches dangling seductive down from her chest. We settled down on the sofa to try out the system. I was hoping for a XXX-rated movie but had to settle for some weepy Korean movie instead. There were loose cushions everywhere on the sofa but as Zanthia laid down to watch the movie, she chose to rest her head on my thighs. As the movie played, I stroke Zanthia’s hair. Inevitably, my hands started exploring & very soon her t-shirt was off. Zanthia simply laid there enjoying her movie & my caressing at the same time. As I caressed all over her, the bulge in my pants grew & sensing my discomfort, Zanthia unzipped & removed my pants, left my underwear on & continued to rest her head on my thighs keeping my cock warm. The proximity of her warm mouth to my cock was exciting especially when she started to kiss my thighs intermittently.
To make ourselves more comfortable, I started to remove some of the loose cushions & found under them one of those Osim hand held massagers. I turned it on & applied the vibrating pad to Zanthia’s back & she began to relax. Ten minutes later, Zanthia’s eyes were half closed, her breathing slowed & I wasn’t quite sure if she was still awake. Without wanting to risk the massager running out of battery, I moved the vibrating pad lightly to her groin. Zanthia’s eyes shot open, gave me a faux annoyed stare & said, “Naughty boy…” Contradictory to her reprimand, Zanthia lifted her butt off the sofa to indicate that she wanted me to remove her short & undies & once that was off, she hooked one leg over the back rest of the sofa. With the vibrating pad still on her groin, I turned up the vibration frequency & a few minutes later, Zanthia’s heart was beating faster, her breathing harder. Zanthia’s eyes were hazy, her mouth half opened, her tongue seductively licking her lips. I could see that she was losing concentration on the movie but I left it on & shifted Zanthia’s head to remove my underwear. Zanthia lost no time in putting my cock into her mouth. At first, Zanthia only kissed, licked & suck the mushroom head. I encouraged her & told her to concentrate on the sensitive circumference of the head & the frenum, the fold of foreskin connecting the head to the shaft. Then with her hands playing with my balls, Zanthia played my cock like a flute, up & down she went & when at the base, she would also suck & nibbled my scrotum. I kept up with my end of the play, pressing the vibrating pad harder & harder against her now wet pussy. I felt like cumming & told Zanthia so & wanted to pull my cock out of her mouth because I thought she may not be mentally prepared for that. To my surprise, she stopped me, made me re-position myself to make it more comfortable for her. Zanthia then sucked on hard on the mushroom head again, fingers from one hand tickling my ass & the other hand firmly holding my shaft & pumped away. I lost control in her warm mouth & she swallowed my whole cock as I shot my cum inside it & she continued sucking & licking until I’d discharged fully. Finally, Zanthia opened her mouth with a wry smile & showed me my cum before swallowing them.
I however still have work to do because she has not reached her summit. Now I laid Zanthia flat on the sofa, her one leg still hooked over the back rest. I kept Mr.Osim between her legs & there were now damp patches on the sofa. I put my mouth, lips & tongue to work on her peaches & she began squirming with pleasure. “Mmmmm…. Keep sucking my nipples,” she moaned. Zanthia’s mewing grew from a gentle whisper to a half scream & eventually exploded, releasing her leg from the back rest & grabbing Mr. Osim tightly between her thighs until the wave swept over. I moved my mouth to Zanthia’s ear & proposed, “Lollipop?” (Bros who follow from my first post will understand). Zanthia nodded shyly but instead of inserting my fingers into her cunt, I reached for my pants on the floor & fished out the Chupa Chup from my pocket. I quickly unwrapped it, suck on the round sweet on the stick & applied it to Zanthia’s cunt. Zanthia felt the difference & raised herself to see what I was doing. Seeing the sweet, she objected but I assured her that I will not insert the sweet into her cunt but only on her clit & labia. Zanthia relented & I smeared Mr. Chupa & Mr. Chups with Zanthia’s cunt juice, brought it to her face & licked them all up. Watching me licking the sweet in enjoyment, Zanthia said, “OK, you can put it in but not too deep ah.” Oh heaven.
Writing these stories brought back fond memories & is quite fun actually but still hard work & previous time spent so this will be my last posting for a while.
By the way, Mr. Osim & Mr. Chupa Chup, maybe you can pay me some endorsement money! Ha ha ha….. So long bros.
da paris guy is really a turn off bro, watching his cum is worst! but mr chupa chup does come in handy on certain occasions. yeh baby yeh! waiting for FR in the threesomes…NOT WITH DA PARIS GUY OF COURSE
Just discovered how I can find out who are the bros who upped my points.
So to bros:-
Tomyz
hugland
steamer
Spurslover
Humpcheepang
ekemono
Bangster
MERCI BEAUCOUP
I would send you all a “flavoured’ Chupa Chup each if I can.
My project was postponsed & with time on my hand, I continue…
La menage a troi avec Zanthia et Yvette was back on the drawing board. After the last misadventure with Thierry, I realized that I couldn’t rely on Yvette or anyone else to make it happen & therefore I started laying my groundwork. Although it has been quite some time since we were caught by Yvette & nothing untowards seemed to have come out of it, I intentionally raised the issue with Zanthia & opinioned that the best way to keep Yvette’s mouth permanently shut is to involved Yvette in our sexual escapades. Zanthia’s respond was, “You can get Yvette involved meh?” Not an outright objection, I believed half the mental battle with Zanthia won.
The next opportunity availed itself when the company arranged for a staff holiday in Bangkok. The plan with Yvette’s collaboration was to allocate a pair of connecting rooms to ourselves. Zanthia & Yvette in one room, I alone in the other. Paying a little more for the single room was the easy part. To deflect suspicion, I told everybody that I am a lousy sleeper & snore loud enough to wake the dead. To put the plan into motion, I quickly volunteered myself as a organizing committee member taking charge of the allocation of rooms.
We arrived in Bangkok in late morning & were received at the airport by Patcha (her real name also), a young attractive Thai Chinese who looked casually smart in her cotton halter-neck top & jeans. Patcha told us that she was actually an undergraduate in political science moonlighting during the current vacation for some pocket money. No wonder her English was better than most inbound Thia tourist guide I’d came across.
Upon reaching the Hotel Asia (or is it Asia Hotel, the one near the MRT or is it MTR), I quickly approached Patcha to settle the accommodation arrangement As there was no scheduled tour until dinner time, I whispered to Patcha if she could arrange for me to have a massage in my room. Patcha gave me bright smile & asked softly, “Just a massage? Will there be anything else?” As it would have been more comfortable for me to be dealing with a man in this matter, I stammered, “Eh… ah… anything else? mmm…why not?”
I couldn’t help feeling a warm flush on my face & Patcha gave me a wink & left. The tour group dispersed to their room & most of the ladies including Zanthia & Yvette hit the shops. Just as well for what was coming up. I took a shower & laid in bed waiting expectantly.
The tiredness from the early flight & the cool comfort of the air-con room lulled me into a shallow sleep only to be awakened abruptly by the door bell I dragged my naked self to the door & peeped through the eye piece to see Patcha outside. Excited that my masseuse is here, I eagerly opened the door but saw only Patcha. I stuck my head out, looked left & right, saw nobody else & asked Patcha disappointedly, “What happened to my masseuse?” Patcha came through the half open door, leaned close to my ear & said, “I’m your masseuse. Now if you let me take a bath, I will attend to you shortly.” I was speechless. I stared at Patcha with an open mouth as she made her way to the bathroom. Now, massage & working ladies are a dime a dozen in Bangkok but personalized service from your tour guide, that’s pricele$$. I followed her across the small room & as she disrobed herself in the bathroom, I invited myself in. It was such a long time that I’d seen not to mention touched such a young female body. Patcha’s flesh was firm & taut. & her Chinese gene has given her a fairer complexion than the average Thai. Patcha’s limbs were proportionally longer than her body giving her the shape & contour of a svelte dancer. Once under the shower, I soaped, lathered & caress her entire body. Down from her neck to her shoulders, her back, her ass cheeks, the back of her thighs, her calves. & then to the front, up from the shins to the thighs & then her pussy with neatly trimmed hair. Of course I spread her thighs & fingered her pinkish labia. I moved up to her breast, soft & supple & bigger then Zanthia’s. I kissed, licked & sucked Patcha’s also pinkish nipples drawing some early moanings. & then I moved up Patcha’s neck, to then her small mouth with pouted lips & suck her tongue into my mouth. Next, it was her turn to cleanse me & Patcha did it with motherly care. Soft tender scrubbing & gentle ticklish caressing. As Patcha sucked my nipples, she cleaned my cock & ass thoroughly, a favourable sign for good times to come.
We adjourned to the bed & wary that time is not on our side, I told her to forget about the massage & we proceeded to action immediately. I laid down on my back and she immediately got into the 69 position. I savoured Patcha’s young pussy, each & every part, the outside lips, the clit, the inside lips looked fresh & under used contributing to my enjoyment. Cunt juice was also in abundance & I drank them all up greedily. In fact, I was so engrossed in devouring Patcha’s pussy that I was completely distracted from what she was doing to me down there until I felt her warm tongue poking my ass hole. I let her tongue abused me while I inserted a finger into her cunt to prepare for my entrance. Man is she tight!
When I felt my orgasm coming, I told Patcha to stop. I reached into my bedside drawer for my condom (I always come to Bangkok well prepared). asked Patcha to put it on for me & Patcha struggled for a bit showing her inexperience. When it was done, I told Patcha to ride me reverse cowgirl style. Again, Patcha rocked unsurely with inexperience & I had to guide her along the way. Patcha cunt was like a compression chamber for my cock but the thick juices that she was producing helped to ease the pressure. Patcha’s grinding movement also improved & increased in ferocity, her moaning unfortunately soft & muffled, more akin to heaving breathing. As I reached my climax, I thrusted upwards & the rewards was instantaneous. Patcha leaned back onto me, breathing heavily. I reached to her front & cupped Patcha’s breast & teased her nipples & felt her tensed. I upped my tempo (quite difficult in this position) & manage to also cum, catching the tail end of her orgasm.
By this time, we could hear my colleagues in the corridor coming back to get ready for dinner & the night tour. We share a quick bath, I paid Patcha handsomely & sneaked her out of my room.
That evening during the tour, I chopped a rear seat with Zanthia sitting on the inside. Zanthia had with her this shawl to keep her warm but was covering her lap. As Patcha stood facing the passengers, my eyes automatically zeroed in on her crotch & recalled our earlier liaison. At the same time, I reached my hand under Zanthia’s shawl & tickle her pussy on the outside of her jeans. Ocassionally, when Zanthia thought that no one was looking, she would did the same to me. One eye on Patcha’s crotch, one hand on Zanthia’s crotch, how lucky can a man be.
Well, the God of Fortune or the God of Sex must be smiling on me. The night tour was extended & we came back to the hotel quite late. When everybody else has returned to their rooms, Patcha wanted to return home but complained to no one in particular about the long journey back & having to return early next morning. That was when I jokingly offered my boudoir which Patcha surprising accepted. With Zanthia & Yvette next door, I made sure my side of the connecting door was securely locked. Good thing also Patcha was a soft moaner & I made sure I wasn’t low on my supply of condoms. Although I was enjoying this encounter with Patcha very much, I wanted to know whether I’d been taken for a ride by a hooker. So with Patcha’s head resting on my chest after another bout of sex, I pretended to speak to her about our British based parliamentary system & their mix of monarchy & democrazy, to me she passed with flying colours.
It was the day that was. The last day of the tour & if every part of my plan fell in place, tonight, hopefully I would be in bed cavorting with two warm female bodies. I couldn’t keep calm & kept reminding Yvette about our plan & not to lock the connecting door on their side so much so that Yvette complained that I was naggy. The last tour ended in mid afternoon & thereafter everyone was free to pursue their own programme. Most of the guys were game on a night out in Patpong with the unspoken agreement that anyone would be free to break off from the group if anything caught their fancy. The ladies on the other hand were mostly going to the night markets for more bargain hunting & imitation goods.
So together with the guys, I went for a sumptuous dinner & then Patpong for drinks. The night was still young but with the ménage a trio on my mind, I was taking it slow & easy on the drinks. At about an early 9pm, I took my leave , no excuse or explanation required. I quickly returned to my room & took a quick bath. I tested the connecting door & it opened into Zanthia’s/Yvette’s room noiselessly. The room was dark & I had to use a improvised card to insert into the key slot to activate the electrical power supply & turned the air-con on real low The room was neat & smelled of ladies cosmetic cream mixed with stale cigarette odour. Remaining naked, I took two condoms from my stash& hid it in their bedside table drawer. Then I proceeded to the bathroom where I chanced upon some unwashed undies rich with the sexy aroma of Zanthia’s & Yvette’s pussies.
I inhaled the fusion of smell deeply & it acted like an aphrodisiac, rushing blood to my cock which stood on erection immediately. The room was now icy cold & satisfied with my preparation, I left the air-con on & returned to my room & waited for my angels to return & bear me their gifts.
It was a long tedious wait with only the television for company but close to midnight, I heard the sound of foot steps & Yvette’s voice in the corridor. Then, the sound of door opening & closing & noises in the Zanthia’s/Yvette’s room. My heartbeats quicken as anticipation mounted. The plan was for Yvette to feign sleep & I to steal into their room, hopped into Zanthia’s bed & aroused her until the point of no return before Yvette was to join us. With my side of the connecting door opened, I could heard the shower running in the bathroom & the hissing of the hair dryer. About 45 mins later, all was quiet & I allowed for another 15 mins for them to slip into bed.
The time had come for me to claim my prize. I got out of my bed, already naked since my last foray into their room, & my cock already half alert in expectation of a good time. I switched off my television & all the lights in my room & proceeded to open their side of the connecting door. The icy cold air hit me & I shivered a little. As I moved towards the beds, I could see Yvette sleeping naked on her side, seemingly unaffected by the cold. Zanthia on the other hand was totally under the thick comforter. As I moved closer, Zanthia reeked of liquor. I’d never known Zanthia to be a heavy drinker but who knows what one can do traveling in a foreign country. I avoided her face & mouth & slipped under the covers & met a warm body still cladded in bra & undies. There was no reaction from Zanthia & I presumed that (i)she was pretending to be asleep because Yvette had let the cat out of the bag (ii) she was pretending to be asleep because she didn’t know how to react or (iii) that she was flat out drunk. Nevertheless, I expertly unhook & remove her bra & commenced kissing & licking her peaches which felt more like pomeloes. My, the recent gym sessions must have done Zanthia a lot of good. Zanthia however tasted salty as in need of a bath which she obviously didn’t had before falling into bed. I proceeded to suck the pomeloes into my mouth but couldn’t get as much as I could normally suck in. My tongue worked on Zanthia’s nipples, licking, rapid flicking but disappointedly all to no effect, her nipples remained as they were. Zanthia must be really drunk.
I abandoned her breast & moved down to try my luck with her pussy, all this while under the covers, insulated from the cold. Although I couldn’t see, it appeared that Zanthia had also trimmed her pussy hair because it wasn’t as prickly as it used to when I put my face to it. Damn, she should have allowed me to trim it for her. I pushed her legs apart & put my mouth on her pussy. Using fingers on both hand to part Zanthia’s labia, I worked my tongue on her clit. Frustratingly, there was no reaction from Zanthia & after working hard for a good ten minutes, Zanthia was still dry. As I tried sticking my tongue into Zanthia’s cunt, I felt a tug on my leg “Good, Yvette is ready to join me.” I thought.
I got out from under the covers & Yvette was standing beside the bed. Instead of joining me, Yvette put a finger to her lips to silence me & pulled me to the bathroom. Then softly, she slightly slurred, “That’s not Zanthia, that’s Xinyi.”
Yvette told me that a group of them had gone to a pub after shopping & Xinyi had gotten drunk. As best buddy to her fellow designer, Yvette had taken on the responsibility to bring her back to the hotel, arranging with Zanthia to switch room with Xinyi.
I was dumbfounded but at the same time delighted at the switch.. I wanted to hop into Xinyi’s bed to finish what I started but Yvette couldn’t let me. Yvette said that Xinyi had gotten drunk on her watch & she was not going to let anything further happened to her. However Yvette was now more awake & said, “You can finish what you started with me.”
I checked to make sure that Yvette’s bag of tricks is not with her & dragged her.into her bed.
It was chillingly cold & I was glad to be embraced by Yvette’s warmth Face between her boops & entwined by her arms & legs. We french & Yvette tasted of cheese. Then Yvette broke free from under me & sat on my face like she sat on Thierry. But there was no sadistic teasing and Yvette fed her big clit to my mouth. I sucked on it enthusiastically & coupled with lots of tongue action, her grunting started, first softly & then increasing in volume with the flow of her cunt juice. I grunted along as loudly as I dared hoping that it would wake Xinyi & then we can have a threesome but Xinyi slept like a comatose pig. I formed a “O” shaped with my lips & Yvette then started thrusted her mini penis in & out of it. I felt like being fucked in the mouth & ah…it was sexciting watching her go & soon I could feel the pressure of her pussy on my mouth. As she came, Yvette remained sitting on my face for a minute & then slithered down, her pussy looking for my cock. Grinding her pubis against min, Yvette smiled & whispered “Creampie for moi?” I put on my best basset hound look & shake my head. At the same time, I wriggled free from Yvette’s grinding & reached for the bedside table drawer for my condom. I showed it to her Yvette pouted & said, “In that case..…” & she turned her back to me & I thought that was the end of the night activity. But then with her back to me, Yvette started brushing her ass cheeks against my cock. & I came to realized soon enough that Yvette was offering me her back door I wasted no time in slipping on my condom. I spooned her from behind & first Yvette guided my cock into her cunt to lubricate the condom further. Then I withdrew it from her cunt & Yvette guided it into her ass hole. As can be expected from a lady of her experience, it was smooth sailing going in but still with tightness on my cock. I pumped away, with my hands cupping her breasts & pinching her nipples hard. Yvette inserted her fingers into her cunt & we co-ordinate our thrusting action. The bed rock, the spring whined, Yvette screamed & joined in the chorous but still Xinyi slept. As I exploded, I thrusted my entire cock into Yvette’s ass hole & inserted my fingers into her cunt & pulled her back. I felt her cunt muscle spasm & she both stayed spooned together until we recovered our breath.
The next morning, we were all gathered in the hotel lobby waiting for the transfer to the airport for our flight home. The conversation lapsed into haunted hotel rooms & Xinyi stood up & declared, “Ya, I think Yvette’s room was haunted because last night when I slept there I felt being molested by a ghost.” Everybody’s eyes were on Xinyi waiting for more details but Yvette interfered, “Don’t talk nonsense. You were sleeping like a baby & I was sleeping beside you. If there was a ghost, I would have seen or heard something.” Then using her chin to point at me, Yvette continued, “Perhaps our librarian got horny after a stroll through Patpong & broke into our room!”
I stared at her with wide eyes but everybody else burst out in raucous laughter.
My Bangkok trip started well & ended well enough but Zanthia, by some fluked divine intervention, had again escaped from my clutches & remained my Holy Grail. There would always be a next time.
My last opportunity of a ménage a trio with Zanthia & Yvette came during the annual ISO9000 auditing. Last because I heard through the office grapevine that Yvette had been head hunted by an international French firm to lead an overseas office. With all due respect, Yvette outside the bedroom was a very good & competent worker, excellent collaboration with colleagues, producing design of exceptional quality & charming with clients. Of course I felt sad for Yvette to leave but if she did, I hope also that she made it big on the international scene because that would earn me some bragging rights. With time running out, I plotted with Yvette who seemed to just as excited as me to see it through.
We worked 5 day week & to ensure that the resource centre was up to speed, I requested Zanthia to come back on a Saturday promising to reward her well. That Saturday morning, we met at a MacDonald’s near our office for breakfast. Zanthia was dressed casually in a tight-fitting tank top & bermuda with light make-up & hair in a pony tail. After breakfast, we headed to our office which was practically empty on a Saturday morning except for a couple of designers trying to meet their datelines. From my knowledge, the central air-con would still be running for half the day. We went to the resource centre to tidy it up & catch up with the paperwork. Soon, I received a sms from Yvette that she was having breakfast around the corner. I gave it another half an hour before I requested Zanthia to fetch a file from the Admin store, a file I knew that was no longer there. When Zanthia left, I called Yvette who quickly made her way to the resource centre. Yvette wore a spaghetti strap blouse with jeans cut so short, her bums were peeking out. No make-up but a bright bright smile. I ushered her into the furthest aisle & warned her to keep quiet & not to make any move until I gave the signal. Once Yvette was in place, I also concealed a couple of condoms in between the plastic sleeves of a product brochure on the shelf. I then called Zanthia to tell her to forget the file, that I now remembered that it was no longer there. Zanthia returned fuming, sat tiredly in her chair & complained, “Wah… you idiot, make me climb high & low for a file that’s not there. Come, massage my shoulders.” Immediately, my hands were on her shoulders.
After a few minutes of massaging, Zanthia relaxed considerably & I whispered to her that I could do a better job in the aisle. Zanthia’s mouth curled into a slight smile & pinched me slightly on my thigh. I went out to check & saw the two poor designers still slugging it out in a far off corner. I came back in, locked the doors from the inside, lead Zanthia to the aisle & turned off all the lights along the way. The resource centre was now my sexual paradiso.
With the resource centre locked & in semi darkness, both Zanthia & I were more liberated & once in the aisle, we both removed our tops without a second thought. Almost immediately, she turned her back to me & I hugged her from behind, my hands quickly found their ways to her warm breast, my lips on the nape of her neck. I caressed & necked Zanthia with wild abandon & she threw her hands up & back to grab my head as the pleasure engulfed her. My hands slipped down & unzipped & removed her Bermuda & undies, her pubic hair still untrimmed unlike Xinyi. As I played with Zanthia’s pussy, my fingers sometime rolling over her clit & sometime in her cunt, she started to get wet & her mewing started. She reached behind her & buttoned my jeans. I wriggled them free & slide them down to the floor, remove my underwear & Zanthia held my cock & rubbed it against her ass. Zanthia’s eyes were closed, concentrating on the feel of my one hand on her breast, another on her pussy & my hard cock against her soft ass.
Suddenly without warning, I felt Yvette’s naked form against my back. Yvette was supposed to wait for my signal but I supposed Zanthia’s moaning must had aroused her beyond her control. With her breast pressed against my back, her pussy against my ass, she reached out all the way to the front for Zanthia’s breast. I was like a hotdog in between two pieces of buns. Zanthia must had felt the extra pair of hands because she opened her eyes & turned her head back. I held Zanthia firmly in anticipation of her shock. When Zanthia saw Yvette, her body tensed & offered a mild struggle. To calm Zanthia down, I held her tight & whispered in her ears, “It’s ok, it’s ok. Remember what we discussed.” At the same time, Yvette’s hands must have worked her magic because Zanthia’s body gradually relaxed & she grinded her ass into my cock. Yvette & I now had one hand each on Zanthia’s breasts, Yvette’s other fingers on Zanthia’s clit & my other fingers in Zanthia’s cunt. I was nibbling Zanthia’s ears & Yvette was nibbling mine. Zanthia was now in the troll of ecstasy & moaned louder than I had ever heard her moan. “Urghhhhh….. yessssss…..I love it…..” We are now like an orchestra without a conductor & I don’t know whether to syn my movement with Zanthia’s ass in front or Yvette’s pussy behind, both increasing in dampness.
Yvette eventually released her embrace on us & squatted in between our legs, both Zanthia & I raised a leg each on a low shelf to accommodate her. Zanthia’s hands held on to the shelves for balance, one of mine cupping her breast & the other stimulating her clit. I pressed my cock close to Zanthia’s pussy & Yvette took it & rubbed it against Zanthia’s labia coating my cock with Zanthia’s cunt juice & then putting my cock into her mouth, sucking & licking it clean. Soon, I felt Zanthia cumming & I pressed her breasts harder, my fingers worked faster on her clit & felt my own tension rising. As Zanthia screamed, “I’m cummmming….” Yvette yanked me as fast as she could & just before I exploded, she put her mouth over my cock & let me shoot my cum inside her mouth & held it there until I stopped throbbing.
Zanthia was quite spent but Yvette gamely laid down on her back on the heap of clothing over the carpetted floor & pulled Zanthia over her. Zanthia laid on Yvette, her legs astride Yvette, her face on Yvette’s breasts. They laid there for a while, Yvette softly caressing Zanthia’s back, both catching their breath. I sat beside them, snugged in the narrow aisle, having the time of my life choosing between four boops, two asses & 2 pussies for my two hands to caress. Soon when their heaving breasts returned to their regular rhythm, Zanthia & Yvette started grinding their pussies together again. After a while, Yvette made Zanthia sat up & put Zanthia’s hand to her breasts & encouraged Zanthia along. Zanthia did so, gingerly at first & slowly gaining in confidence & started teasing Yvette’s nipples. The sight of two women you know making out in your presence was very tantilising & my cock starting to regain its glory. As they grinded, my one hand roamed between their breasts the other, I inserted two fingers into Yvette’s cunt. As I watched their grinding close up, it appeared that Yvette was trying to insert her mini penis into Zanthia’s cunt. Realising that, I came to their assistance by using my fingers to part Zanthia’s labia, offering her cunt entrance to Yvette’s clit & as they met, I pressed Zanthia’s pubis down. To my surprise, the minute penetration invoked a cacophony of wild ecstatic grunting & moaning, music to my ears. I reached for my hidden condom & quickly slipped in on. Zanthia was by this time flat down face to face with Yvette hugging her tight, both of them frenching wildly. I positioned myself behind Zanthia, her soft ass seductively moving in syn with Yvette’s. I held Zanthia’s ass firmly for a while & quickly inserted my cock into her warm wet pussy fighting for space with Yvette’s clit. It was a feeling out of this world, my cock rubbing against Yvette’s clit inside Zanthia’s cunt & I pumped like a crazed dog mating with a bitch on heat. I didn’t know who came first or who came last but we all had our desert & ate it, bathed in each others sweat & juices. We helped each other up & leaned against the shelves to recover ourselves. Catching her breadth, Zanthia who was sitting in the centre put a hand around Yvette & I & told us that it was the best time she ever had. I was mightily proud of my own performance but I was hoping that she would gave Yvette & I another rain check.
Later, I had to take a risky dash to Zanthia’s desk to grab her box of wet tissue & after cleaning & dressing up, we sneaked out of the resource centre for a long deserving lunch knowing that I’m going to get hell from the cleaner on Monday. But who’s cares when you are having fun.
Sadly not two months after this encounter, Yvette left us for her new endeavour in Vietnam & I said goodbyes to her with tears in my eyes, knowing all the good times I was going to miss.
Ah….. but at least there was always Zanthia…..