And the annual ISO 9000 auditing was soon upon us.
Usually three or four auditors would make their annual pilgrimage to our office & spent a couple of days auditing the various departments always not forgetting the resource centre. Somehow, they placed a surprising importance on the resource centre, always checking on the currency of the publication & information that we kept. However, the auditors were only interested in how we acquire & update our information & records & never interested in the publication & information itself.
The time came for the resource centre to be audited & I was alone tending to the resource centre when the auditor came, Zanthia having to attend to another auditor in our historical record store. The auditor was dressed in stoical conventional business clothes, dark blue skirt terminating decently at the knees, buttoned up white blouse with dark blue jacket & standing on two inch high leather pumps. We shake hands politely as we introduced ourselves. “Hi! I’m Winnie. Winnie Wang. Nice to meet you.” she chirped in enforced cheeriness. I guessed Ms. Wang to be in her mid forties, her face lined with a few light wrinkles & crow feet starting to form at her eyes but skin well maintained, probably with regular visit to expensive facial spas, her complexion rosy & healthy which her light make-up was unable to conceal. Ms. Wang stood as tall as I am with a slightly meaty figure, her hair dyed a dark shade of matronly brown & cut to shoulder length with small curls at the end. Ms. Wang wore no spectacles but I suspected contacts. As a matter of practice, the auditor rotates their auditors so that we hardly see the same people again & so I was meeting Ms. Wang for the first time.
Done with the necessary courtesy, we sat down to business. However, instead of checking our updating records as the previous auditors had done, Ms. Wang opened up our resource centre list of resources, threw an imaginary dart which landed on this particular product brochure & asked for it to be produced for her inspection. I remembered handling this particular brochure recently & confidently went into the aisle to pick it up. In no time, I was back with the brochure & placed in on the table between us. Ms. Wang opened the covers of the brochure & flipped through the catalogue casually. Suddenly, a familiar flat square package slipped out.
Ms. Wang picked it up before I could lay my hand on it. Now, I remembered clearly why that product brochure was so familiar. It was the one that I stashed my condoms in between during my tryst with Zanthia & Yvette in the aisle. I had placed two then, I wasn’t wearing one when I cummed in Yvette’s mouth & used one on Zanthia & had forgotten all about the remaining one which had now come back to haunt me. I felt like trapped in a sinking ship, just like when Yvette caught Zanthia & I the first time around.
Before I could stopped her, Ms. Wang asked a little too quickly, “Ah, I see that that this catalogue comes with a free sample.” Ms. Wang then took a closer look & her complexion went from rosy to crimson red. I wasn’t sure if my face is just as red but it felt like it was on fire. Ms. Wang threw the package back in between the brochure like it was some contagious virus & snapped the catalogue close. There was some incomprehensible mumblings from Ms. Wang & before I knew it, she was out of the resource centre, leaving me to dwell in my shock.
I was sure the management wouldn’t be amused if the auditor report contained this statement: “A packet of unused “Durex” condom was unexpectedly found in between some catalogue of a product brochure in the resource centre.” I thought about it hard & fast & prepared my retort. If confronted with that, I would simply announce to the office: “Will the rightful owner please come & claim it from me!”
Unless Zanthia or Yvette plays me out, no one can actually place the blame squarely on me.
After all that, I could scarcely believe what was going to happen.
Anyway, by the next day, Ms. Wang seemed to have regained her composure. Ms. Wang came in bright & early, her dressing was more stylish, the colours brighter rather than somber but still conservative, her blouse buttoned almost to her neck, the hemline of her skirt rising slightly above the knees. Almost immediately, I received a call from her. “We didn’t mange to complete our audit yesterday, I’ve scheduled you for 12.30pm today. Can you meet me with your files in Meeting Room F then? We should be done by lunch time”
Meeting Room F was a small meeting room with an obscured glass door in a corner of our office furnished simply with a long narrow table. Ms. Wang was already there when I arrived with all my files & we spent the next uncomfortable 30 mins pouring through them. Ms. Wang was prime, proper & professional in her conduct & I was like a primary school boy whose homework was being check by the teacher. By 1.00pm, staff was filing past the door leaving the office for lunch but Ms. Wang didn’t seem to be finishing anytime soon. I am one who loved a good lunch & was getting agitated especially with the office getting deserted & even the corridor lights were partially switched off.
I was fidgeting when I felt it, something brushing against my legs for the briefest of moment. I looked at Ms. Wang but her nose was still in my files & so I put it down as an accident. Ms. Wang stared at my files for a while longer & then I felt stocking feet on my lower shins. Nothing accidental about it this time because it lingered for a while. I looked at Ms. Wang again & though she was still looking down at my files, this time there was a hint of a sly smile. The first two thoughts that came to my mind was “Strike when the iron is hot.” & “Make hay when the sun shines.” Ms. Wang’s hands were still on the table, her right holding a pen, her left, palm flat down. I inched my right hand across & made contact with her left pinky, nicely manicured with a transparent coating on her nail. Ms. Wang left her hand where it was & I gathered my courage & used my thumb to just stroke her pinky tenderly. It was a make or break moment & I held my breadth but the ice was broken, thawed in fact & we both looked at each other & smile like little children caught with their hands inside a candy jar. “Why don’t you call me Winnie.” was her first respond & we put works aside & chatted leisurely for a while. I knew that given Winnie another 24 hours, she may not feel the same way again & therefore I tried pushing my luck further. I put one hand discreetly on Winnie’s knees under the table & offered to buy her dinner that evening. Winnie was undecided for a while, probably measuring me out but eventually nodded her head. To made sure that Winnie didn’t have a change of heart & to keep her interested, I bombarded her throughout the rest of the afternoon with mildly suggestive SMSes like “I love the feel of your stocking feet”
There was a debrief later that afternoon and fortunately there was no mention of a found condom & we were cleared for another year. I was sitting on one side & Winnie sitting with the panel of auditors facing us on the other side in a large conference room. All through the debrief, my eyes were firmly on Winnie who sat with her legs crossed & close tight. Tonight, I’m going to try to pry those legs apart & give Winnie a good & thorough audit of my own.
Hello Bro Lightning.
Admittedly, there was only about a 2 weeks interval between the threesome & meeting Winnie but most of the other incidents particularly those with Zanthia happened over a long stretch of time. You must also remember that I’m writing only about the highlights. I can assure you that there were lots of disappointment & frustration along the way, too many to count & remember & I don’t think bros would want to read about them.
Anyway, I choose to forget about the bad time, write about the good ones & hope bros enjoy them.
Despite some bros’ doubts about the authenticity of the story (which I take as a compliment that I may have some prospect as an erotic story writer), I shall still continue.
Because of Winnie’s preference for Cantonese cuisine, we make arrangement to meet at Mitzi restaurant along Murray Street, a quiet non-descript old style Cantonese restaurant despite its rather fancy name. Actually, the proximity of Hotel81 Kiong Siak was more on my mind.
We made our separate way there meeting at about 7pm, both of us still in our work clothes looking very much like colleagues having an after-work dinner. As we ate, we made small talk & I found out that Winnie was not romantically attached but dating actively, usually men older then me. “Oh, I’m sorry for being too young but I assure you that there’s no curfew imposed on me.” I apologized cheekily. “Well… you’re a refreshing change.” Winnie replied. Well, you’re a refreshing change for me too, I thought to myself.
From our conversation, I also gathered that Winnie loved to travel, usually twice a year, as near as Genting, as far as Guatemala, twice weekly yoga sessions at one of the popular yoga clubs around town & high tea with girlfriends during weekends. Almost like a tai tai but without a towkay to tie her down.
Winnie’s jacket was hanging on the back of her chair, her hands on the table, her sleeves hiked high on her forearms. The night was not getting younger & I had to make my move. I placed one hand on her exposed lower forearm, stroked it tenderly & proposed to adjourn to someplace quiet & private to know each other better. She gave me that sly smile again & said, “I’m at your disposal.
Winnie went to the Ladies to touch up her make-up, I paid the bill & we left the restaurant & took a slow walk towards H81KS. I mentioned H81KS along the way & she told me she had heard of H81 but wasn’t quite sure what to expect. I was thinking of somewhere more up-market but Winnie reasoned that she had a higher chance of bumping into some familiar faces there & so we stuck to my original plan.
Fortunately, it was not crowded & we managed to get a room quickly. Nevertheless I could notice some discomfort in Winnie’s face (not that I expected anything else) & I quickly ushered her into the room before coming back out to purchase a condom from the machine. Room 108 was an “L-shaped” room with a queen-size bed & best of all, with a large wall mirror on the right side of the bed.
Winnie was sitting on the edge of the bed as I entered, her jacket hanging neatly from the one of the clothes hooks. I slipped the condom discreetly under the pillow, slipped off my shoes & helped Winnie to remove hers, taking the opportunity to feel her calves sheathed in smooth nylon the colour of skin. In the room, Winnie was much more relaxed & I had a feeling that she was not exactly new to this game. Still fully clothed, we settled at the head of the bed, leaning against the wall. I put my right arm around her shoulders & pulled her closed. As she narrated her various holidays, I put my face close to hers & smelled her hair, my right hand across Winnie’s shoulder, caressing her arm & my left hand caressing her thigh on the outside of her skirt. As her stories continued, I gave Winnie light kisses on her cheek & slowly I felt her left hand on my right pulling it towards her crotch & I reached under her skirt, pressing harder on her pussy on the outside of her sheer stocking. We faced each other & we kissed, long luscious kisses but unfortunately without any tongue action. Our lips were in constant contact as our fingers worked our tops off & I was now presented with a pair of fairly large boops cladded in a pair of expensive lacy bra squeezing them together for a deeper cleavage. I unhooked the bras & the boops drooped a little but hung seductively with pouted pink nipples. My mouth reached for Winnie’s breast instinctively & she pressed them forward. I alternated between the left & right breasts sucking the nipples to erection & rubbing them between my thumb & index finger. Winnie started sighing & squirming a little but we broke the action, got out of bed to remove the rest of our clothing. I was butt naked in no time but as Winnie slipped out of her skirt, I requested her to keep her stocking on. Winnie didn’t look surprised & didn’t ask why, perhaps she was familiar with what some men’s want after all.
We resumed on the bed, Winnie lying flat down on her back, her hands threw high & back showing smooth hairless armpit & stocking legs spread wide. I went on top, pressed my body against her warm body started kissing her again. I moved down to her neck & Winnie said in between short gasping breadth not to leave any bites on her there. Then I’m in between her boops, the day’s sweat winning over her perfume but intoxicating just the same. I bit her softer at first & when sensing no objection, sucked hard & left a few marks for short-term memory sake. Winnie started sighing & squirming again but her hands were quite restrained, no where on me, just high up as though in surrender to her senses. I moved down further & felt the velvety smoothness of her stocking against my face. I kissed down one leg to the toes & up again & then to the other leg, down to the toes & up again & buried my face in her crotch where I tried to eat her pussy through the now damp stocking. Winnie responded by pushing her pubis up, both her hand now pressing on my head, now moaning instead of sighing. Winnie’s “Nice… good… nice…” droved me wild & I tried to tear her stocking open at her crotch & succeeding after a few tries. There was nothing fanciful about Winnie’s undies but they were obviously of good quality cotton & also in skin colour. I pushed them aside to reveal a pussy shrouded with untrimmed pubic hair, Winnie’s labia partly hidden by the bush & a strong aroma, not unlike that of wild mushroom emitting from it, a smell I found most mesmerizing. I guided Winnie to use her hands to hold her legs apart & with my right hand pulling her undies aside, tearing her stocking further, As I put my mouth over her pussy. I heard the sharp intake of breadth & as I worked my tongue up & down the vagina slit, I heard Winnie moaning mixed with a little giggling. Winnie said breathlessly that she has never received that kind of treatment before & was feeling both very pleasurable and slightly ticklish. I promised Winnie more of the pleasure & less of the ticklishness & started tonguing her clit & thrusting it into her cunt tasting her raw mushroom soup. Winnie’s thighs starting clamping on my head & I knew it was time to mount her. I moved up, sticking my tongue into her navel which drew some giggles & then suck on her nipples which drew some loud moaning. As I faced her, Winnie threw her arms up again & I parted her legs with mine. As Winnie & I locked lips again, I held my cock with one hand & rubbed my cock head against her now well lubricated clit & in between her moments of ecstasy & weakness, I managed to stick my tongue into her mouth once or twice. As Winnie’s breathing became faster, I reached for the condom under the pillow, quickly tore it open & slipped it on my cock. I inserted my cock slowly into Winnie’s cunt, cm by cm & I watched her grimaced, I wasn’t sure whether in pain or in ecstasy, maybe both. When I was fully inserted, I stayed there for a while, letting Winnie get used to the feeling of my cock in her cunt before I started grinding in small smooth circular motion & soon she followed suit. Then I started pumping, at first in slow long strokes & Winnie shouted encouragement, “Aaarghhh… yesssss… give it to me….” I increased my cadence & Winnie fought back to my liking. However, I noticed that no matter what I do or how hard I pumped, Winnie’s eyes were never closed & her head was always turned to her right & I came to realize that she was looking at us in the mirror like a voyeur watching a sex act except she herself is the subject.
I withdrew my cock slowly from Winnie’s cunt, surprise catching her but she followed my lead. I got off the bed & moved Winnie to the left edge of the bed in doggie position with her facing the mirror. Now, Winnie can watch all she wanted. I knelt on the floor & pulled Winnie’s stocking to her knees to reveal creamy smooth ass cheeks, not very tight but delicious all the same. I prised the ass cheeks apart to give her a full audit until she whimpered, “I want you now… pleasssee…” I stood up, hold Winnie’s ass still & penetrated her again. This time I could see that Winnie was in a frenzy & clutching tightly on the bed sheets, both of us enjoying the action in the mirror. I pumped at breakneck speed & suddenly Winnie thrusted her ass back & ordered, “Keep still…. Aarrgghhh… I’m cumming….” I pulled Winnie’s hip back against me as she came, involuntarily wriggling her ass in all direction with my cock buried deep inside her. When Winnie relaxed, I started climbing my own Everest, giving her slow long strokes followed by short sharp ones until I can contain myself no further. Just before I reached the summit, I withdrew my cock from Winnie’s cunt, quickly removed the condom, gave myself a few good strokes & came all over her back.
I cleaned her back with tissue paper before snuggling together in bed for a while, catching our breadth & telling old war stories.
We then proceeded to the small bathroom, two of us squeezing in between the wc & the shower. As I soaped her wild bush, she reiterated softly “This is the first time that I’d enjoy cunnilingus.” “Enjoy” was the key word here & I replied, “The second time is always better than the first!” Winnie opened her eyes wide, wanted to say something but didn’t but gently put her hand on my shoulder & gently pushed me down & I needed no second asking. I lifted one of Winnie’s legs on the wc & directed the shower spray on her pussy for a good long while & when I felt her knees buckling a little, I put my mouth, lips & tongue to her pussy & brought her to Everest again.
A few days later, I went on the Net to purchase a Victoria’s Secret stocking & when it arrived, I repackaged it & sent it to Winnie with a personal note. When I didn’t receive any reply after a week, I knew that was the first & last time we crossed our path. Every subsequent audit, I always take a peek at the names of the auditors that was sent to us before hand, hoping against hope that “Winnie Wang” is on that list.
I bet bros will enjoy this posting even more reading it in H81KS Room 108.
Our company policy dictates that all staff must clear all their current leaves before the end of each December & also that Zanthia & I are not to take leave on the same day as we have to cover each other duties. Therefore apart from company holidays, Zanthia & I never have the opportunity to enjoy our leave together.
Late one year, Zanthia had to take leave for no particular reason other than to clear them. Zanthia was at a lost of what to do for her coming day off & asked me for my suggestions. I suggested that since I had set up her home theatre system some time back, why not have a dvd movie marathon, an idea which Zanthia was rather keen. So a couple of days before Zanthia went on leave, I packed a few of my blockbuster movies for her enjoyment & for good effects, threw in a few erotic ones which were burned on standard proprietary dvds & therefore look harmless enough.
Early in the morning on Zanthia’s day off while I was preparing to go to work, I received a sms from her to go to her place. Zanthia knew perfectly well that we were not supposed to be away from the office together & so I thought it could be something urgent. So I called the HR Department & applied for urgent leave citing personal reasons. Then I made my way to Zanthia’s place after sending her a sms. Zanthia replied that I was to wait for her sms again as she wanted her sister who worked as a nurse at a hospital to go off to work first.
Zanthia’s sms came & I made my way to her flat. I rang the door bell & it opened almost immediately. Zanthia stuck her head out from behind the door & invited me in. Zanthia was still in her regular over-size t-shirt & shorts & I was glad that she appeared to be fine. Nevertheless, I greeted her with, “Is anything wrong? Are you OK?” Zanthia replied, “Yes & No. & no thanks to you!” Zanthia replied & further explained that she & her sister spent the late evening watching the dvd movies & when her sister retired to bed, she went to her room & played the remaining dvds on her pc not realizing what they were until they started playing. Being on leave the next day, she watched through a couple of them & was aroused with desire burning inside her & had to masturbate herself to a half contented sleep.
“So now that you are here, I want my revenge!” she cooed, “You sit here on the sofa & watch the dvd by yourself,” & pointing to a drawer continued, “& Mr. Osim is there if you need him.”
Zanthia then turned on the home theatre system, selected a dvd which I supposed she had seen & left me to my enjoyment &/or torture & proceeded to the kitchen to do her chores.
The movie was Italian one about the sexual adventure of a girl who enrolled to be trained as a nurse. I couldn’t understand any of the Italian dialogue but the body language, the moaning & grunting are off course internationally understood. There was action amongst the trainee nurses in the all girl dormitory, the dormitory manager having a fine time in the communal toilet & trainer/trainee action during CPR class. Then she graduated & was posted to a hospital & there was action when she was assisting a MILF doctor in the examination of a young stud followed by night duty with another few nurses in an all male ward where moans of pleasure instead of cries of pain filled the ward through the night.
All his while, Zanthia was in the kitchen with the washing machine whining away & I getting hornier by the second on the sofa. By the time the nurses changed shift in the morning, I could not take it anymore & headed into the kitchen for some relief which I hoped was coming my way.
Zanthia was working on her laundry & I crept stealthily into the kitchen. When I was behind her, I reached around her front to cup her breasts. Zanthia in all honesty was half-expecting me, turned her head to face me & declared, “Ah, I see that the patient is in need of some attention!” We then locked lips & I could still taste the mint of her tooth paste on her lips & tongue. Zanthia was standing in front of the washing machine & I could feel the vibration emitting from the spinning tub within. With my body against Zanthia’s back, I edged her closer to the washing machine & then pin her against it, making sure that her pubis is in contact with the washing machine. The whole washing machine is now like a giant vibrator & when Zanthia realized my intention, she spread her legs a little & adjusted herself to feel the full rhythm of the vibration now transmitting all the way to me through her. I reached under Zanthia’s t-shirt & then under her bra to fondle her breast & fiddle with her nipples and I let the washing machine multi task until she was unable to keep still.
“I think the patient better get back to the bed now.” Zanthia declared & sternly led me by one hand, the other holding a small basket of clean laundry. Zanthia didn’t go directly to her bedroom but stop by her sister’s room & told me to wait outside. Zanthia took quite a while & I presumed she was sorting out the laundry. Finally the door opened & Zanthia re-appeared not in her t-shirt & shorts but to my bewilderment in her sister’s nurse’s uniform. Zanthia was slightly meatier & taller than her sister & so the white uniform with dark blue orchid motifs spread sparsely at the bottom was tighter on her with the hemline higher above the knees. With her hair in a loose bun, Zanthia’s appearance was slightly raunchy & titillating. My loins were already stirring even before I noticed that Zanthia was already braless underneath the uniform, her areole slightly showing itself through the white cloth. Zanthia put her right arm across my back & teased in her best imitation of Angelina Jolie’s voice, “Shall I lead you to your ward now?” My legs followed Zanthia’s instructions even before my brain told them to but my left hand obediently reached down to feel Zanthia’s ass & could not feel any undies underneath the uniform. This patient blood pressure is rising through the roof.
My clothes were quickly off & as the morning sun hasn’t properly done its job yet, I felt a little chill, the room still tinged with the cool of the air-con running overnight. Lying on the bed with just my undies, I complained to Nurse Zanthia, “Nurse, I’m feeling a little cold.”
“Patient feeling cold ah… OK, let’s see whether this will help.” With that Zanthia climbed onto me & & with her legs astride, pressed herself still in uniform against me, sharing body warmth. As our pubis pressed snugly against each other, we frenched & my hands felt all over Zanthia’s body outside her uniform, the fact that the uniform belong to her sister giving me added thrills.
“Mmmm, I can feel a growing lump in between your legs!” Nurse Zanthia exclaimed, “I better take a look.” With that Zanthia sat up beside me & eased my underwear off & proceeded to a mock examination of my privates. I played patient, kept my hands to myself & obediently parted my legs wider & Zanthia reached to hold my scrotum in her smooth palms, scratching them with her nails & playing gently with my testicles. “These appear to be in order.” Zanthia proclaimed. Zanthia then held my cock in her hand & gave it a few slow strokes & my hands instinctly reached for her soft thighs under her uniform inching closer to her bush. “I can see that your member is engorged with blood, let me take a closer look.” Zanthia told me of her observation & she put her nose close to my cock & took a sniff. “Still smell fresh but some clear liquid is oozing from your urethra. I’ve to do further testing.” & Zanthia expertly put her mouth over my cock head & lick off my pre-cum with a flick of her tongue. “Mmmm perfectly normal, taste just like cum should. A little gluey & sticky but inoffensive at all.”
By now, one of my legs was on her thighs & my hands were searching for her breasts. Zanthia faced me & said, “Patient, your face is very flush, I’d better check your blood pressure!” With that Zanthia grasped my cock firmly in her hand & slowly increased her pressure of her grip simulating a blood pressure arm band. I couldn’t take the examination anymore & sprung up & grabbed hold of her. Zanthia pushed me back down & said, “You seem to have a violent reaction to the test, perhaps I have better sedate you. Wait here & I’ll go fetch some medicine.” I laid in bed wondering what Zanthia is up to.
Zanthia returned a few minutes later, her hair un-bun & with a large packet of M&M & a coffee cup size jar from her fridge. Nurse Zanthia then sat beside me on the bed & ordered “Medicine time!” I opened my mouth & expected her to pop a few M&M into my open mouth. Instead, she took a few from the opened packet & then popped them into hers. Zanthia sucked on them for a few seconds & then leant towards me & brought her lips to mine. Once our lips were locked, she transferred the M&M in her mouth one at a time to mine. Whoaaaaa M&M never tasted so good in my life. “I’m sure that will make you feel better.” Zanthia uttered, “Next, I’m going to feed you your syrup.” I was wondering how Zanthia is going to do that when she started to unzipped her uniform. I jumped out of bed instantly to stop her, saying “The pleasure’s all mine.”
I unzipped Zanthia’s uniform zipper teeth by zipper teeth, taunting myself with the gradual revelation of her now familiar silky flesh, the mental titillation reinforced by the fantasy of undressing a nurse. When the zipper was totally undone, I slipped the uniform off Zanthia’s shoulders & let it slipped to the floor. Nurse Zanthia in the nude is still as ravishing as ever. Zanthia made me sat on the edge of the bed & stood before me, refusing to suckle me but allowing my hands unlimited access to her naked form. Zanthia reached for the jar, unscrewed the lid & hold the opened jar at her breast level & then dipped her nipple into its content & squirmed a little because of the cold. When she withdrew it, her nipple was covered by a golden tinted translucent gooey liquid. Zanthia held my head & then pulled me towards her, my mouth towards her coated tit. I stuck out my tongue to lick on Zanthia’s tit discovering it’s was coated with honey & then I hold her close & tight & suck on the tit hungrily relishing the sweetness of both honey & flesh. I sucked as much as I can of Zanthia’s tit into my mouth & licked the honey clean off her tit. I released Zanthia & she dipped the other nipple into the jar & suckled me this time like a loving mother nursing her baby. Back & forth we went on, alternating between the tits until I was having a sugar rush.
We then reverse position, Zanthia sitting on the edge of the bed & I standing before her. I dipped a finger into the jar of honey & coated a thin layer on my cock head. Without needing any encouragement, Zanthia pulled me towards her, hold my cock in her hand & proceeded to lick the honey off my cock head before gulping my whole cock into her mouth & suck away with gusto. When Zanthia released her hand off my cock, I withdrew it & gave Zanthia another helping of my honey-coated hot dog.
I then laid Zanthia flat on her back on the bed, her role of nurse over & done with, now the patient is in control. I dropped a small dollop of honey on each nipple & then topped it with a M&M & then laid M&M along a line about two inches apart all the way to her pussy, some buried in the bush, the last one at the entrance to her cunt. Now I was going to find my way from her tits to her cunt like Hansel & Gretel find their way home with the pebbles. I took the right nipple, taking the M&M into my mouth & polishing the honey off Zanthia’s nipple with my tongue quickly. Zanthia’s breasts were heaving, her mouth half-opened & her hands trying to direct my mouth to where it pleasure her most, with louds “Mmmmmmm” & “Yessssss” when I hit the sweet spots. I took a little longer on the other tit, sucking harder, nibbling even & started on my sex-route to pussyland. As my lips followed the line of M&M, Zanthia started to squirm more & more, ordering me to be faster as I intentionally took a slow pace. Then I was at Zanthia’s bush, taking my time to look for one or two lost M&M & then to the entrance of her cunt. Zanthia voluntarily spread her thighs & used both hands to pull apart her labia offering me a red M&M. I probed around with my tongue & Zanthia gasped in ecstasy, wriggling her hips uncontrollably & coating the red M&M with her natural honey. With her pleading, “Pick it up with your tongue, taste it, eat it!”, I suck the red M&M into my mouth, savour the sweetest on my tongue, chewed it & swallow it like a dragon & its pearl. By now, both nurse & patient were ready for discharge & I quickly mounted her missionary & without protection, any misgiving giving way to Zanthia’s softly whispered assurance that she was safe. I plunged my cock into Zanthia’s warm moist cunt, pumping away at breakneck speed & in our extreme state of excitement, wonderful orgasms filled with fireworks & rainbow came soon enough for both. We remained entwine, our sweat mingling with the honey, smears of chocolate on our skin, until we felt imaginary ants crawling on our bodies.
We took a long bath together & traded suggestions of what foodie sex to try next time, Zanthia’s favourite being a thick strawberry coated Glico Porky in her cunt for me to consume slowly. & mine, I’ll let you know if I can pull it through.
Before Zanthia became a staple diet, I too dealt with commercial sex & there was a time when I was confounded by affairs of the heart & turmoil derailed my life .
One day, I was to buy some Lim Chee Guan bak kwa as a favour for a colleague & was walking down the staircase linking the aerial plaza to People’s Park Complex when coming up in the other direction was a pair of PRC ladies. One was dress quite dowdily in a frilly black blouse & tight black skirt & quite clearly a working lady in what bros will called CMI category. The other whom I came to know as文文was in a long sleeve hooded T-shirt, jeans & Nike sport shoes. With her hair in a pony tail, 文文 looked to be in her mid 20s with typical Chinese build & features, pleasantly attractive but nothing outstanding. Lady in black tried to catch my eyes & gave me a come hither smile but文文 nonchalantly curled her lips offering the briefest of smile more out of politeness than shyness. We passed & nothing came out of it but our paths crossed again later at the aerial plaza. They were sitting on a stone bench & a hood of ah peks were hanging close to them waiting to strike some good bargains. I paid文文closer attention & could see that she had cheerful eyes & good clear complexion complimented with light make-up. 文文carried herself well, there was an air of confidence about her but unlike most of her country women, her mannerism was not brash & loud. 文文looked like a girl friend you would bring back to show your mother. I wasn’t totally sure that she was a working girl but took a risk & made eye contact again but from a distance. Lady in black got up & took a step towards me & I quickly shake my head & pointed to文文with my chin. Surprise shown on文文 face but she pointed at herself & silently mouth “Me?” I nodded my head & 文文made her way over, her smile growing as she came closer. We exchanged the usual pleasantry & got to business which didn’t go very well. I enquired, “How much?” 文文replied, “$70” I bargained, “Isn’t that a bit expensive?” 文文answered, “That’s what my sisters told me to quote” “$50” I offered but文文gave me a shake of her head. As I started to abort the deal, I was expecting some coarse & callous retort from her but was instead told a simple & polite, “No problem.” & even offered a sweet smile.
I went back to window shopping at People’s Park & later amidst the strong peculiar stench of the Chinese medicated oil along the corridor where the Chinese sinseh was, we met again, lady in black still in toll. This time however, 文文 made the first move. “We meet again.” 文文greeted. “Yes, must be our fate.” I replied. We had a short cordial exchange & I re-enter the market, “So, what do you say to my last offer?” 文文 let out a soft pleasant sigh. Without looking directly at me, 文文nodded her head & said, “Where to?”
Along the way, I asked 文文why she looked so surprised that it was her that I was eager in, she explained that she wasn’t intend on working that day but was there to accompany lady in black who just reached our shore the day before. Which accordingly to 文文 also explained her own simple dressing. 文文was much more chirpy & chatty than I realized & kept me entertained with small talk as we made our way to “Dragon Inn”.
Before Zanthia became a staple diet, I too dealt with commercial sex & there was a time when I was confounded by affairs of the heart & turmoil derailed my life .
One day, I was to buy some Lim Chee Guan bak kwa as a favour for a colleague & was walking down the staircase linking the aerial plaza to People’s Park Complex when coming up in the other direction was a pair of PRC ladies. One was dress quite dowdily in a frilly black blouse & tight black skirt & quite clearly a working lady in what bros will called CMI category. The other whom I came to know as文文was in a long sleeve hooded T-shirt, jeans & Nike sport shoes. With her hair in a pony tail, 文文 looked to be in her mid 20s with typical Chinese build & features, pleasantly attractive but nothing outstanding. Lady in black tried to catch my eyes & gave me a come hither smile but文文 nonchalantly curled her lips offering the briefest of smile more out of politeness than shyness. We passed & nothing came out of it but our paths crossed again later at the aerial plaza. They were sitting on a stone bench & a hood of ah peks were hanging close to them waiting to strike some good bargains. I paid文文closer attention & could see that she had cheerful eyes & good clear complexion complimented with light make-up. 文文carried herself well, there was an air of confidence about her but unlike most of her country women, her mannerism was not brash & loud. 文文looked like a girl friend you would bring back to show your mother. I wasn’t totally sure that she was a working girl but took a risk & made eye contact again but from a distance. Lady in black got up & took a step towards me & I quickly shake my head & pointed to文文with my chin. Surprise shown on文文 face but she pointed at herself & silently mouth “Me?” I nodded my head & 文文made her way over, her smile growing as she came closer. We exchanged the usual pleasantry & got to business which didn’t go very well. I enquired, “How much?” 文文replied, “$70” I bargained, “Isn’t that a bit expensive?” 文文answered, “That’s what my sisters told me to quote” “$50” I offered but文文gave me a shake of her head. As I started to abort the deal, I was expecting some coarse & callous retort from her but was instead told a simple & polite, “No problem.” & even offered a sweet smile.
I went back to window shopping at People’s Park & later amidst the strong peculiar stench of the Chinese medicated oil along the corridor where the Chinese sinseh was, we met again, lady in black still in toll. This time however, 文文 made the first move. “We meet again.” 文文greeted. “Yes, must be our fate.” I replied. We had a short cordial exchange & I re-enter the market, “So, what do you say to my last offer?” 文文 let out a soft pleasant sigh. Without looking directly at me, 文文nodded her head & said, “Where to?”
Along the way, I asked 文文why she looked so surprised that it was her that I was eager in, she explained that she wasn’t intend on working that day but was there to accompany lady in black who just reached our shore the day before. Which accordingly to 文文 also explained her own simple dressing. 文文was much more chirpy & chatty than I realized & kept me entertained with small talk as we made our way to “Dragon Inn”.