Fireflies, White Shirt & Other Stories [Archive] - The Asian Commercial Sex Scene

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30-07-2021, 01:41 AM

I’ve been hanging around SBF for over a decade. Finally decided to consolidate some interesting encounters I’ve had through the years. Registered this new nick for additional layer of anonymity for my own reasons.

I’ll write as I recall the encounters, so the stories won’t be in a chronological order. Most of the names (of the girls) will be as I know them; but occasionally I will use pseudonyms.

Xiao Xue - Two Separate Sessions. Within Three Hours.

It was 2008. Beijing had just hosted a successful summer Olympic Games.

It was also around that period when China tourists became more visible in Singapore. Including in Geylang. Back then, the SBF community was a different breed, in a good way - girls were introduced/reviewed by bros, genuinely in the spirit of sharing. As a newbie then, I reached out to bros via PM to ask for girls’ mobile numbers (WeChat did not exist till 2011; websites advertising girls with photos, such as SLG or SBC, did not exist then).

Xiao Xue (XX), a full-service WL, was described as a young beauty with great service. Made my appointment and as in the norm back then, booked a transit room in the hotel she suggested and messaged her the room number. Within 5 minutes, she was at the door.

I have had numerous work trips to China and had my fair share of fun there. Some of the girls were really stunning. XX would easily fit in at an up-market KTV in Beijing, if she was taller. Nevertheless, at about 1.62m, with snow white complexion, sharp facial features, a well-toned body and “OL type” look, she was certainly attractive to me! She looked about 23-24 years-old to me.

The foreplay and sexual intercourse were memorable, everything one would expect from a passionate lover. From building up sexual tension through increasingly erotic acts, and morphing into a wild, sex-starved kitten. But what really struck me was the “independent streak” that XX displayed. She obviously knew she had to provide good services to retain (and attract new) customers; but she also knew how to enjoy herself and took initiatives toward mutual pleasuring. Perhaps it was my relative naivety in the commercial sex scene, but I really enjoyed XX’s services and company.

Immediately after our session, I walked to my next appointment…dinner with friends at a famous restaurant in Geylang a few streets away. After dinner, my friends and I went our own ways. I fired-up a cigarette outside the restaurant and decided to immerse myself in the colourful environment that Geylang was famous for as the night progressed, thinking I’d soak in the sights and sounds till I get bored (or harassed by street walkers).

To be continued ...

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30-07-2021, 08:42 PM

(Continuation)

Just as I was finishing my ciggy, having walked just a little distance, I spotted a familiar figure a short distance away. It was XX, she was walking towards my direction. I leaned against the pillar (along a row of shophouses), lighted up another ciggy and trained my eyes on XX as there was a fair bit of human traffic in the busy street. XX saw me.

“Where are you headed to?” I asked (in Mandarin). She was going to buy some toiletries and call it a night. I asked if she was game for another session. She muttered something like ‘se gui’ (pervert in Chinese), and then declared ‘zou ba!” (let’s go). So, it was another $80 and $20 (transit room) and we fucked each other’s brains out at a nearby Hotel 81. We left the hotel hand-in-hand like a pair of lovers.

It was the first time that I had bonked the small girl twice within three hours. A small milestone for me :)

I continued meeting XX, and one day, she asked if I could act as her boyfriend, as her girlfriend (and her girlfriend’s husband) from China were visiting Singapore. It would only be for 2-3 hours, over dinner. I agreed.

Her girlfriend and her hubby were in their early 30’s and ran a small business back in China. Seemed like nice folks. After that dinner, XX confided that she, too, was a small business owner, and had lost money in the stock market. She decided to do what she did in Singapore, to clear debts. XX told her girlfriend she was working in an aesthetics spa here…and I was a customer!!!

I’m “conditioned” through years of dealing with Chinese business people, that sometimes it’s best to just listen and acknowledge in circumstances like this. Don’t overanalyse.

One uneventful afternoon, I was at the office, and XX texted, offering a dinner treat to thank me for my recent “boyfriend” role. She had been resting for a few days (menstruation). I drove to her place after work and was immediately taken aback! She had no make-up, wore a flowing red dress with matching red high heels – her natural beauty was absolutely stunning! I was in my trademark black crew neck t-shirt, jeans and sneakers. I requested that she changed into something more casual as I planned to take her for some East Coast seafood.

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30-07-2021, 09:58 PM

(Continuation)

Slippers: they are so comfortable!

XX changed into a white body-hugging t-shirt and ripped jeans shorts, with sneakers. Those well-toned and fair legs gave me a hard-on immediately. After dinner, we strolled on the beach. She felt more like a friend than a sex companion. She decided to venture into the water, knee deep, as I sat on the beach, looking at how carefree and she was. Somehow, her sneakers got wet though she was barefooted on the beach. Fortunately, we spotted a shop nearby which sold slippers.

Slipping into the newly-bought slippers, she exclaimed (in Chinese), “Now I know why everyone in Singapore wear slippers, they are so airy and comfortable!”. That evening, I saw a “child-like” Snowy, so happy with her new toy, regardless how basic it was.

As we walked towards the carpark, she whispered to me: “I noticed a bulge in your jeans earlier”. Without warning, she started caressing my crotch when we walked past a dimly-lit area. “It’s very hard (referring to my cock). I will blow till you come”, she offered.

Starting the car, I was thinking quickly which particular carpark is most deserted along East Coast, where XX could have her vanilla ice-cream, in my car. My thoughts were interrupted. “Wo men qu fu jin kai fang ba” (let’s go to a nearby hotel). Within 10 minutes, we have checked into an old but clean hotel in Amber Road. Fun fact: I bought condoms from the receptionist when I was paying for the 2-hour transit room, though I wasn’t sure if I’d use them since XX told me she was on code red earlier in the day.

XX emerged from the bathroom triumphantly, wrapped only in a towel, as I fidgeted with the TV remote control while in bed. She gave a broad grin and announced, “da yi ma zou le” (“Big Auntie” left, a Chinese slang for menstruation is over). That night, XX was in complete control as she unashamedly unleashed her innate sexual desires. It was almost like she raped me.

I don’t know if it was the beers we had at dinner, or we simply got along well. I bought dinner (despite her insistence to treat me), as it was only gentlemanly to do so. Seemed like the Amber Hotel rendezvous was her return treat to me.

The next time I heard from XX, just a few days later, came with bad news. She was caught and will be deported. I was disappointed, as I really enjoyed her services and her company. Perhaps we’ll meet again one day, though unlikely to be in Singapore…

Next up… Mona, my closet lover.

robertphone

31-07-2021, 09:35 AM

Good start bro, support!!

funfox

31-07-2021, 11:49 AM

Nice and interesting start 👍🏼
Please continue 🙏🏼

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31-07-2021, 01:33 PM

Thanks for your support bros! Have continued writing... but taking a while to be "published". Think it's the "under moderation" thingie. Stay tuned :D

Orange22

31-07-2021, 11:48 PM

Thanks for your support bros! Have continued writing... but taking a while to be "published". Think it's the "under moderation" thingie. Stay tuned :D

You'll be able to post normally soon :)

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01-08-2021, 12:25 AM

Mona. Solid Masseur. Closet Lover.

It was mid-2014 (it was FIFA World Cup time in Brazil), and cheongsters had many China MLs to choose from various websites. Mona’s photos were not particularly enticing – they were “serious and cold” looking. But looks can be deceiving, as I discovered in an amazing ONS with a “seriously cold-looking” girl at Hou Hai Bar Street (Beijing) just a few weeks earlier during a work trip.

Arriving at Mona’s apartment in Little India, I had minimal expectations. It was late, probably close to midnight, and after a quick shower, Mona started to massage me. She looked just like her photos – yes, serious and cold; she was about 23 years-old. And she hardly talked. Fortunately, her massage skills were really good.

Despite the late hour, she was still energetic and thorough in her massage. In fact, I’d say she was dead serious in her work. Dressed in an over-sized t-shirt covering her shorts, I only managed top roaming - with her bra on - during HJ. I did not ask to remove her bra…she didn’t look very friendly and I respected that she was focused on providing a professional massage.

By the time I left her apartment, I realised it was over an hour. I appreciated the proper massage she provided, and felt Mona could be friendlier with repeat visits.

A few days later, I was back at Mona’s. Again, it was around midnight. This time around, I saw Mona’s housemate (it was a 2-bedroom apartment). She looked mildly attractive, probably early 30s and had big tits. As I found out later, Mona’s housemate provided full-service.

Being my second visit inside a week, Mona was much friendlier. We had small talk during the massage – that’s when I realised she had a really soothing voice and she can be quite excite-able. The massage was very professional, like before. When it came to HJ time, that’s when things got interesting…

As she inched closer to me for HJ, I commented that she wore the same oversized t-shirt from a few days ago when I first visited. She was quick to reply it was washed and dried quickly in Singapore’s hot weather. I said “really?” and proceeded to sniff her t-shirt, which was really a lame excuse for me to get more intimate with her.

There was no resistance as I slowly removed her top, exposing those perfectly-shaped 34C knockers, au naturel, in all its glory, with a tiny waist. (In my first appointment, she kept her bra on). Her look began to grow on me, and seeing Mona topless for the first time elicited a rude response from my little brother – he was visibly throbbing without her even touching it!

WS5498

01-08-2021, 01:02 AM

That's a good start for sharing of your past sexual experiences.

Looking forward to your next short story. ;)

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01-08-2021, 12:12 PM

(Continuation)

…and seeing Mona topless for the first time elicited a rude response from my little brother – he was visibly throbbing without her even touching it!

I leaned forward (from sleeping on the bed), as I gently nudged Mona (who was sitting on the bed) to lay down. I breathed suggestively into her ear, down her neck, and kissed all over her ample breasts. My hand was busy, too, trying to remove her shorts. To my pleasant surprise, Mona helped remove her own shorts, paving the way for me to rub her v-zone through her panties. Her panties were moist. I tucked a finger underneath her panties and stroked her labia… she let out a soft moan.

Slowly, I rolled down her panties… I planted kisses on her inner thighs, and I could see she was spreading her legs wider, granting me unencumbered access to lick her sweet pussy. My hands continued to caress those soft breasts, as my hardened and expanded cock threatened to make a hole on the mattress as I lay in prone position.

Suddenly she just got up, put on her oversized t-shirt and marched out of the room!

I was like, what’s happening???!!!

In less than a minute, Mona came back to the room. She was clutching something in one hand. She had gone to her (FL) housemate to get a condom!

She was painfully shy when I took the packet of condom off her hand. She couldn’t even look at me. I swiftly removed her t-shirt and licked her erected nipples, navigating south till my tongue started tasting her pre-cum around her pussy. I knew Mona was ready.

Capping myself, I slowly inserted my tool into her luscious love cave, just a little, and little by little. It was our first time and I wanted a gentle entry that would make her yearn for more. It was quite tight, and I had to constantly withdraw a little, to be able to go deeper in my next thrust. Soon, she was comprehensively lubricated as her love juice began to wet my pubic hair. We continued in missionary position and developed a nice rhythm as she gave up trying to suppress her moans… then she clutched my biceps really hard, signalling her climaxing moments, and I unloaded into her heartily.

As I prepared to leave after washing up, I thought about payment. I gave her $200, on the pretext I stayed nearly 2 hours. She immediately returned $100. She gave me a hug and wished me goodnight. I kissed her cheek and took my leave.

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01-08-2021, 12:19 PM

It was like an unspoken understanding – she provided an hour’s massage, and the rest was two consenting adults having a mutually enjoyable, albeit lustful, time. Mona and I made love as if it were “forbidden”. My sense was, she did not offer FJ; she desired it and maybe I got lucky.

Needless to say, Mona became my regular, whenever she was in Singapore. She had a few stints between 2014 and 2015, but each stint was just for a few weeks.

In a subsequent stint, her condo was in a quiet part of Geylang, where I stayed overnight on a few occasions. It just happened naturally. Towards the end of the massage, she would ask “are you staying over tonight”? I obliged every time.

Due to my late working hours, appointments with Mona were normally 11pm or later. She always accommodated me. And I was always the last customer for the day.

We had become quite friendly. I liked that Mona always delivered a professional massage. Thereafter, I left it entirely up to her. Mostly, we ended up making love.

One night, as Mona completed another solid massage session, she suggested that I “go wash my little brother”. It was “new” to me. Previously, after massage, we would caress each other, leading to passionate, awesome, bonking sessions. She had never given me a BJ/BBBJ before. That night, after washing my little brother, she performed an amazing BBBJ for me. It became the “standard” from then.

Some of the most delightful moments I had with Mona was making love in missionary position; she can be really shy and kept blushing until her cheeks were rosy pink. When I tease her about it, she simply switched to doggy position to avoid eye contact! I loved it as I thrust past her perky bums and cupped her soft, succulent pair of 36C’s from the back. And after she had climaxed, she would lay face down with her massive tits “spilling out at the sides”. Absolutely priceless.

During the overnight stays, Mona shared about her home town growing up. Where she lived, there was a lake nearby, and she enjoyed playing by the lake as she was fascinated by the fireflies that would frequent the lake. She reminisced about running around and hiding in the bushes, enjoying the outdoors and fooling around with her younger brother. We shared stories until we doze off, and would often wake up in each other’s embrace.

To me, Mona was first and foremost, a professional masseur, and I paid for the hourly massage services. She had, since the first time we copulated, declined additional payments. I did not insist as it would have implied that she sold FJ services.

Initially, I wondered if there was a hidden agenda. But as I spend more time with her, I concluded I was plain lucky I could fulfil her sexual needs when she needed it. And it was not always just about having sex. We’ve gone out for supper, had durian sessions and gone for late night car rides during her few stints here.

I last saw Mona in 2015, she was staying in the East. In what had become normal, we finished our massage session in a professional manner; I would wash up and returned to seduce her, ending up in a hot, steamy sexual encounter.

Mona was a solid masseur. And a closet lover - never upfront about her desires, but certainly a ready and capable participant when she wanted it.

I hope she is safe, healthy and happy, wherever she is.

Next: Suzie, the horny student.

hanso

01-08-2021, 04:48 PM

Very nice share, camping for more updates. :)

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01-08-2021, 09:58 PM

Suzie, the horny student disguised as a masseur.

Suzie (pseudonym) was a China girl studying in Singapore. This was some eight years ago. I am calling her Suzie because she may have settled down here with a Singaporean guy.

She was introduced online by a veteran SBF bro, and was described as a fun-loving SYT student offering part-time massage to pay for her living expenses.

Suzie was a pretty girl with short hair, just covering her upper neck. About 1.6m tall, she had fair skin and loves fashion. She was about 23. Ten minutes into our maiden massage session, I knew she cannot massage if her life depended on it. But she was an interesting character. I think if you are in your early 20s, leaving China for the first time and have an adventurous spirit, you make the best of it!

(The story was) she left China to “escape” her gangster boyfriend to study English (language) in Singapore. In our second meeting, I told her candidly her massage and HJ “has room for improvement”. I said since my main motivation was to be jerked off to maximum pleasure, she must improve in the sensual department.

In response, Suzie asked how she could improve. I started seducing her, removing her clothes piece-by-piece down to her panties. Then I did the requisite painting from her ear lobes down to her crotch. I stopped and challenged her: do the same to me, with max sex appeal.

Suzy turned into a naughty student in her lacy panties. As she licked and kissed my body, I grabbed her cute 32B pair and tuned her sensitive nipples. I breached her panties and inserted my finger into her pussy, it was wet! I initiated frenching and soon reached out for my wallet nearby (where I kept a condom).

She gave me the "oh my god" look when I took out the condom, but did not say anything. After capping myself, I removed her panties and gave her a good pussy licking. Shortly, she pushed me away and mounted me as she rode and rode until I came. Since that day, we had regular weekly “meetings” that went something like this: pick her up after school (early afternoon) and drive to a nondescript motel not far from her school. I would receive a low quality 5-minute massage before we both turned into sex-starved bunnies. I paid the (advertised) $80-an-hour massage fee, despite meetings being full-blown fucking sessions.

I remember one time she was not feeling well and was resting at home. It happened on our regular meeting day, so I suggested a home visit to check on her well-being. Her place was very basic - a small, partitioned room in an old apartment in the East, with a common bathroom outside. Her room could only fit a single bed and a small 2-door wardrobe. There was a wall-mounted mirror and a small window. That was about it.

I put down the fruits I brought and hugged her. Maybe she was touched by my visit. The hug turned into kisses, and we ended-up fucking on her squeaky bed. At one point when doing it in the small bed, we slammed against the partition (wall) which shook vigorously - we froze for a few seconds, hoping the partition wouldn’t collapse!

(To be continued)

PepijnLijnders

02-08-2021, 11:04 AM

Hope to read more updates.

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02-08-2021, 12:57 PM

(Continuation)

Another great memory with Suzy was on a Friday evening, when my plans got cancelled at the last minute. I texted Suzie, who was out shopping with her classmates. I suggested drinks at a rooftop bar, something she told me she fancied.

Picked her up from Orchard and headed to the rooftop bar at the Scarlet Hotel. It was impromptu, and the drinks and nice atmosphere soon got the better of us… we decided to spend the night at the hotel. After checking-in, we walked to the nearby 7-Eleven and bought a few things… including a box of condoms.

At the hotel that night, we unleashed our innermost sexual fantasies. From the bathroom (breasts pressed against the glass wall as I doggy her intensively under the shower), to the couch (360 cowgirl), to the four-poster bed (multiple postures as permitted by the king-sized bed). All 3 condoms in the box were used by the time we went for breakfast. We were still so horny, I had to go back to 7-Eleven and buy another box of condoms, for one more hurray before we checked-out at noon.

Bali: Fucking in the Beach

A few weeks later was her school holidays. I suggested we took a few days off in Bali, since I had to clear some leave at work. Suzie was ecstatic! She assured me that we were going as friends (read: “no payment required”) but asked that I covered her travel costs.

It was her first time to Bali, while I am more familiar with the surroundings. Sight-seeing, eating and lazing by the pools occupied the day. An evening was for spa treatment. We stayed at a renowned 5-star resort, which had its own private beach and five different themed swimming pools in a sizeable estate. She was very, very happy. Given Suzy’s love for fashion, she really dressed up her part – sun dresses, shades, straw hat, bikini, linen casualwear…

And obviously, nights were spent on miscellaneous sexual exploits. On our final night, we had a mischievous idea. Let’s make love on the beach, we agreed as we finished our second bottle of red at dinner.

It was after 11pm, and the private beach at the resort we were at was deserted. We looked around for a “suitable spot”. Unfortunately, everywhere we went, there was either security cameras nearby, or a guard not far away, though the place was dimly lit throughout.

We finally found a spot that was camera-and-guard-free, and the garden landscaping gave us “some cover”. On the beach, the lyrical sounds of waves, the soothing ocean breeze, natural moonlight… it was so good! (Plus, the wine at dinner was beginning to kick-in). After laying out the towel on the beach, we started to smooch… she pulled down my shorts, capped me and started to blow like a champion. I reciprocated by giving her a good fingering till my fingers became sticky.

Suzy wore a Balinese-style batik summer dress (bought earlier that day) – without anything underneath! Her blow job was medal-worthy, which made me want to fuck her urgently! I had her go down on all-four, lifted her dress from behind to reveal her nice ass in the moonlight. I inserted my stiff dick into her dripping pussy and started banging her doggy style.

We realised shortly, as I was slamming into her from the back, that there was a “on-and-off” lighting effect! Apparently, my aggressive pounding movements had triggered the auto light sensor which was set-up in the landscaping nearby!

It was impossible to abort our beach mission (how does one un-fuck?), so we gamely finished our outdoor tryst without fuss, folded the sandy towel, and calmly walked away. On our way back to our room, we met a security guard, who greeted us “konbanwa”, thinking we were Japanese. We giggled like teenagers and ran back to our room.

After Bali, work became very busy and I travelled more frequently. I saw less of Suzy, maybe once every three weeks. But we continued to enjoy a high level of sexual satisfaction whenever we met. A “sweet incident” happened once when I sent her to meet friends after we had two steamy rounds that afternoon. She alighted from my car, suddenly she turned back and opened the car door. I thought she had left something behind. She leaned in and kissed me hard. “I forgot to kiss you”, she said, and dashed off again.

Gradually we stopped contact as I was travelling extensively. I noticed a couple of months later she was no longer profiled on SBF. I heard she started dating a Singaporean. Maybe she has settled down here.

Now when I drive past the private school where Suzy studied at, beautiful memories flashed back. Suzy was my horny student disguised as a masseur. It was not difficult to make her horny, and once she is turned on, she’s such a great lover!

Next: Amber, the choosy one!

KristalW

02-08-2021, 02:47 PM

Thank you for sharing nice story.

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02-08-2021, 11:58 PM

Amber, the choosy one!

The face on her online ad was blurred. But from what I worked out, she seemed young and slim, my type. And I liked the name, Amber, so I made an appointment.

When Amber opened the door, I was a little disappointed. She looked very ordinary, no make-up, wore a cartoon character t-shirt and sports shorts. She was hardly 1.6m tall. But she was indeed young (22) and slim. After showering, she used a fresh towel to cover my butt and started the massage as I lay face down.

Within 5 minutes, I began to feel really pleased. This girl can really massage! Despite her petite frame, Amber packed a punch… clearly, she was well-trained. Around the 30min mark (she had a clock in the room), Amber asked if I wanted jua-gen. I was really enjoying her massage and trusted her skills, so I said yes.

“But wait”, I told Amber. “You have not undressed”. She gave a shy smile and removed her t-shirt. I motioned at her bra. She took it off. It was a tiny 32A. But Amber had a young and tight body, not an ounce of fat. Her smooth complexion was also very fair. She was like an innocent JC girl.

As she worked on my penis and scrotum, I felt the pain but soldiered on. I did not get a hard-on initially as she was not visually appealing (up till that point). But her JG skills changed everything. By the time JG was completed, my cock was fully aroused - thick and long, shinning proudly in the oil she used. Amber looked at me. “Da chu lai ma?” (you want me to masturbate it?). I reached out and grabbed her small breasts and rubbed her pussy through her shorts. She closed her eyes. “Ni xiang yao ma?” (do you want it?), she whispered, almost timidly.

(To be continued)

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03-08-2021, 11:28 PM

(Continuation)

I responded with a nod, she said “jia wu shi” (add 50). I was confused - she wanted an additional $50 to wank me? I thought HJ was already part of the $110 package?

I continued playing with her little tits, and slipped my fingers underneath her shorts. I guess I got horny, my cock turned into a monster and I needed a release. I said “OK” to the extra fee, thinking it’s the first and last time she’s seeing me.

Fun fact: a number of books were neatly stacked up near her bed. Amber pulled out one of the books and retrieved a condom from it. I was intrigued, she had condoms in every book, or selected books?

After wiping off the oil from my dick, she capped me carefully, making sure my pubic hair was not entangled as she rolled the rubber snugly on my enormous member. She removed her shorts… and her panties… revealing a beautiful set of pinkish pussy lips, hiding behind her sparse pubic hair. She then lay down next to me. She stroked my cock and I distinctively recall telling her it’s “big, strong and friendly” (in English). She laughed, that’s when I realized she understood some English, at least.

“Tai da le, ni zai shang mian ba” (it’s too big, you go on top). In a split second, it dawned on me the additional $50 was to make love! (Or I was really slow/dumb not to have guessed it earlier).

Amber stretched out again and from behind the books, she retrieved a bottle of lubricant. She applied it erotically, like playing with her own pussy. With me on top, she guided my massive tool into her little pussy. I felt the extra smoothness of the lube as I inserted into her.

As I pumped deeper, she moaned louder. It was very obvious she was enjoying it (as much as I did). I released my huge load and Amber wrapped her arms around me as I collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion.

After we washed up, Amber confided to me that she was feeling frisky. But she had “no feel” with her earlier customers. I joked that since I was probably her last customer for the day (my appointment was 11pm), I was her “only option” then. Regardless if she was just sugar-coating her words, I had a wonderful time with her.

Although Amber was not as pretty as some other MLs, I decided to meet her again for her effective massage and JG. Plus, maybe I would be given the option to top-up for full services again.

In my second visit, her GFE increased. She had just reached home after dinner with friends. I asked if it was OK to smoke in her living room (she stayed alone at a 1-bedroom place) so she can have a short rest. Ended up we smoked together. She then went into the bedroom, and moments later, called out “zai deng shenme?” (what are you waiting for?)

Amber’s bathroom was situated inside her bedroom. She had stripped naked and was adjusting the water temperature/pressure. I undressed and we soaped each other, nothing too erotic.

The massage and JG were up-to-standard. As expected, she managed to make me have a super hard-on. In the course of our conversation that night, she said I was the day’s only customer as she had been out with friends all evening. She added that “I had made her choosy”.

She explained that since we first met (two weeks ago), she did not enjoy sex with her other selected customers. When I probed, she explained that their dicks were “not full” like mine – which she described as “long and slightly thick”. So, she had not been offering full services the past week since she did not “see/find” what she desired. I was on cloud nine, even if she was just sweet-talking.

Then she made her “signature move” – reached out to her books, retrieved a condom and bottle of lubricant.

(To be continued)

Wulumulu

04-08-2021, 01:06 AM

Support and camping for more! :)

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04-08-2021, 09:20 PM

Support and camping for more! :)

Thanks for the encouragement, bro!

gramsby

04-08-2021, 09:29 PM

Very nice story bro, please continue ;)

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04-08-2021, 10:01 PM

(Continuation)

Then she made her “signature move” – reached out to her books, retrieved a condom and bottle of lubricant.

This second visit, she added BJ to her services (besides bathing with me earlier). Her BJ was passable, always nice to have a sweet young lady fussing all over my cock with her tiny mouth.

After applying lubricant, Amber reminded me to be on top as I prepared to enter her. Once again, she was enjoying herself as evidenced by her unashamedly moans. It also fuelled my adrenalin seeing how she was voluntarily being punished by my “full bodied cock”. With Amber, I did not need a pretty face with big boobs to have a satisfied fuck. The sight and feel of her enjoying every inch of me, made my day.

Invited for late night home movie

As there were quite a few choices when Amber was around, I had to “spread out” my visits, to keep my FL/ML activities (and budget) under control. I did not meet Amber for another few weeks after my second visit. In fact, I did not make an appointment with her. She invited me over one evening.

It was almost 10pm. There was a new WeChat message. “What are you doing?”, she asked (in Chinese). “Scratching my balls”, I joked. “Be serious!”, she shot back. “I have a bottle of red wine. Do you want to watch a movie together?”

In 30 minutes, I arrived at her place. Two pairs of women sneakers were strewn casually outside her unit. Maybe she had a lady friend, I thought. Later, she explained that she occasionally “arranged” a couple of pairs of shoes outside her unit, to make it look like there were two female occupants. Amber was home alone; she did not work as she was feeling lazy that day. She ushered me to take a shower.

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04-08-2021, 10:09 PM

I joined Amber in bed. She was in her t-shirt and panties. I only had a towel around my waist. Two glasses of red were at the bedside table. She was choosing a movie on her i-pad. “Let’s watch porn”, I told her. “Ni hao huai!” (you’re so bad), she playfully smacked my chest. Then she promptly selected a Japanese porn movie, complete with Mandarin sub-titles. Turned out, she was surfing for porn movies before I arrived.

We sipped red wine and cuddled, trying hard not to spill the drinks and balancing the i-pad in bed. The movie was about a Japanese slut seducing the handyman who had gone to her house for repair works. It had a predictable storyline, not too hard core. It helped to build up the sexual atmosphere…

After our second glass, we left our wine glasses on the bedside table. She leaned back on my shoulder/chest, placing the i-pad on her knees for better balance. My fingers had gone underneath her t-shirt, tinkering with her erected nipple. Her one hand was caressing my cock underneath the towel. I think it was too much for both of us. She let the i-pad slip and went down on me (the movie scene was handyman preparing to doggy the naked slut on the couch).

Amber gave me a BBBJ. I slipped my fingers inside her panties… she was wet. I fingered her actively, which created a sticky mess on my fingers. I removed her t-shirt and panties. I nudged her aside, spread her legs and tongue-fucked her leaking pussy. Initially she was just ruffling my hair (on my head). Then she began to pull my hair… I knew she was ready to be fucked.

She took the condom and capped me hurriedly. No lubricant this time. She took my cock and rubbed it around her pussy entrance, as if to spread her pre-cum all over. With my impressive hard-on, I mounted and drilled her industriously until she was almost crying (in pleasure). I turned her around for doggy, but she did not seem to enjoy it. Back to missionary position, I kept up the pace, every thrust going slightly deeper into her wet pussy. This went on for about 10 minutes until I exploded inside her tight, warm cunt. We were both completely wasted.

A bit of hugging post deed, she thanked me for coming over to accompany her. I took it as her way of expressing, tonight was complimentary. We showered together. I put my clothes back on and wished her goodnight. I checked my phone in the elevator – just past 12.30. I had spent an awesome two hours sipping wine, watching JAV and fucking my occasional masseur. Not bad for a weekday night.

It was not till another two weeks later that I met Amber again. She had taken some days off from work, recovering from a bad cut on her finger. I felt so at home going to her place. As I undressed in her bedroom, she came around and hugged me. The rest was, as expected, a wonderful massage with JG, ending with another intensive fucking session.

Good things come to an end. Amber went back to China to attend to family matters. She did not come back (to my knowledge). Some months later, she deleted her WeChat account. If she was to be believed, she handpicked who she wanted to fuck. I will remember her as “the choosy one”.

Next: Baby and Baby.

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05-08-2021, 10:35 PM

I hope you are looking forward to the National Day long weekend.

I stopped visiting FLs (per se) in recent years as I had been able to up MLs - not always - but about half the time. FLs tended to be “pump and go” while with MLs, I get some form of massage (varying standard/quality), and I enjoy the intrigue of “will she agree to having sex (if I fancied it)”, at no extra cost?

Which is why Baby and Baby (2 different girls, common name) were a bonus!

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05-08-2021, 10:41 PM

Baby and Baby

Baby 1 was tall (1.7m), had fair complexion with a slim, well-toned bod. I think she was 21. She was at an old walk-up apartment in Tiong Bahru. First impression was “cute girl with long legs, though her chest looked modest”.

The vibes she gave me was a simple countryside girl, curious about her new surroundings. The massage was forgettable, so was her foreplay and HJ. But I’m a sucker for leggy girls and her simpleton nature was appealing.

Maybe business was not brisk for Baby 1, or maybe she practiced good CRM. A week later, she texted me. That night, I visited her, she had moved to Balestier, a much better place, with a bigger and cleaner bathroom. I requested, and she readily showered with me. No major hanky-panky, just a few naughty touches here and there as she was visibly shy.

In bed, Baby 1, wrapped in a towel, admitted she can’t massage properly (which I realised from the previous visit), but she can provide a “sexy massage” which was essentially running her finger nails erotically all over my body. I said I should also run my fingers all over her body. She just giggled and I pulled down her towel, teasing her pair of 32A mini-headlights. As her finger nails danced from my chest to the nether regions, I pushed aside the towel that was on her lap, un-shielding her modesty down south.

Through experience, being gentle, with a dose of humour where possible, makes a ML more relaxed, receptive and flexible. Of course, there are exceptions, but generally, being nice and persuasive mostly worked to my favour.

I complimented Baby 1 on her flawless skin and fit body, how her breast size was perfect for her built. In the same breadth, I asked if she would like to blow me. “Hao de” (OK) was her simple answer. I got up calmly and took the condom from my jeans.

I held on to my erected cock as Baby 1 put on the condom. Top marks for her BJ effort, though the inexperience showed. As promised, I was playful but gentle on her vagina, just touching the outer pussy lips with an occasional “oops I slipped” deeper touch into her love hole. She responded well. Her pussy became wet and her breathing was heftier. She stopped blowing to catch her breathe. I pulled her towards me and kissed her forehead.

“Wo xiang yao”, (I want it) I murmured into her ear. Awkward silence for some 5 seconds. “En. Dan shi yao qing yi dian” (OK, but you must be gentle), she said softly.

I made sure Baby 1 rested her head comfortably on the pillow. “Wo jin lai le”, I alluded to her before tenderly positioning the tip of my cock to her pussy lips. Little by little, I inserted more into her wet hole. Then I started sliding in and out as her love juice built up.

(To be continued)

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05-08-2021, 11:05 PM

(Continuation)

Baby 1 had long legs. I wondered if those limbs were tired as I pleasured her (and myself) in the spread-eagle position. Slowly, I lifted those slender legs over my shoulder with my cock still inside her warm pussy. Her facial expression was approving. I was able to penetrate deeper and I think she got even higher. We continued making love and her shyness gave way to exuberance. She lifted her hips when she wanted an ultra-deep connection.

“Wo yao zai shang mian” (I want to be on top), Baby 1 uttered in-between her moans. We switched positions and she rode me, not expertly, but with gusto nevertheless. It proved to be her “weak” point. In just a few minutes, she climaxed!

“Suan an mo jiu hao le” (treat it as a massage), she said quietly, holding my arm, as I prepared to leave after showering. Much as I was happy to pay for the additional service she provided, I decided it may be “insensitive” to do so after what she said to me.

The following week, I took the initiative to meet Baby 1, as I remembered she was on a tourist visa, and leaving soon. I also brought a small gift for her - a miniature bottle of perfume.

Baby 1 greeted me cheerfully at the door. She showered with me, and this time she personally washed my penis thoroughly. We proceeded to bed, stark naked, after wiping dry.

Baby 1 started to cat-bath me as I lay face down. When she moved down to my butt cheeks, she kissed them sensuously. My cock was poking hard into the mattress. I turned around and looked into her eyes lovingly. She started to lick my shaft, and soon had it comprehensively engulfed into her sexy mouth. The BBBJ was slow and steady. She did not want to be hurried. I asked her to lay down and I dived in between her legs and licked her pussy with long strokes. I upped the ante by poking my tongue into her clit. She shivered.

I did not assume I could fuck her again. But to my delight, she asked “you dai tao ma?” (did you bring condom). As she had given me a BBBJ earlier, I concluded that she wanted sex. I fetched the condom from my jeans and she helped me put it on.

I entered Baby 1 in missionary position, spreading her legs wider as I plunged deeper into her. Her facial expression suggested that I was on-point. We started to kiss as I continued sliding my dick in-and-out of her slippery pussy, firmly but not roughly. She liked it like that. Then she asked to be on top and I guessed she was “getting there”. It was déjà vu – within a few minutes of her riding me, she came as I, too, shot my load in unison.

I paid the massage fee, she nodded in thanks. I also gave her the little gift I brought. She unboxed it immediately and asked excitedly, “ming pai ma?” (famous brand) I nodded. (It was a Mini Signorina by Ferragamo, mostly sold in-flight).

A few days later, she sent me a WeChat message. “Xiang shui ge, wo jin wan hui guo le. Xie xie ni de xiao li wu” (Perfume brother, I’m returning to China tonight. Thanks for your small gift). We did not contact each other again.

Next: Baby 2

poof8pang

05-08-2021, 11:34 PM

I will remember her as “the choosy one”.

Lucky not the Chosen One :D
Very nice story bro!

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06-08-2021, 03:27 AM

Love the update TS

funfox

06-08-2021, 04:25 PM

Very nice experience with Baby 1
Hopefully Baby 2 is as good or better :)

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06-08-2021, 08:47 PM

Very nice experience with Baby 1
Hopefully Baby 2 is as good or better :)

Thanks for your continuous support, bro funfox!

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06-08-2021, 08:51 PM

I did not plan to meet Baby 2. The back story: Previously, I met Cassie (if I recall her name correctly). Cassie massaged me for 15 minutes, then said she was tired, and rested beside me, where she would start kissing my chest, ascending to light kisses lip-to-lip. During kissing, she would tug on my cock and balls, while I caressed her soft 34C breasts, and played with her pussy (light fingering underneath her panties). It ended with a sensual, oily HJ, and I was allowed to spray on her stomach/breasts. It happened on both occasions I met her. I was confident to persuade her to make love, and planned to see her again.

One evening, I was not far from Cassie’s place, a condo near Kent Road. Sent her a WeChat message to check if I could visit a couple of hours later.

“Hi, I am Baby. I am using Cassie’s WeChat because she is not working. I am her flat mate. Do you want to date me?”, came the reply in Chinese.

Part of me feared Baby might look like Miss Piggy, with one eye. Part of me was eternally optimistic, maybe she resembles Dilraba Dilmurat…

After dinner in Little India, I made the short drive to meet Baby 2.

Baby 2 was 1.6m tall, with a healthy-tan complexion, blessed with 34B headlights in a trim body. I considered her above-average looking. She was in the second bedroom (Cassie took the master bedroom).

After a brief explanation (Cassie hurt her hand during massage and would be resting for a few weeks), I understood that Cassie and Baby 2 were friends, both on student visas. While Cassie was more voluptuous and had fairer complexion, Baby 2 was more athletic and mischievous.

Fortunately, Baby 2 was more hardworking in the massage department. While far from being professionally trained, she put in strong effort. It was quite sexy to see her, in bra and panties, working out a sweat during massage. She would also let me suck on her small nipples.

“Bu neng zhe yang. Wo hui ming gan de”, Baby 2 protested whenever I rubbed her pussy underneath her panties. After saying it twice, she either gave up, or decided to enjoy it, after I ignored her pleas to stop. I made her pussy sticky with her own juice. Somehow, I felt it was easier to bed Baby 2 as she was more receptive than Cassie.

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06-08-2021, 08:55 PM

My first appointment with Baby 2 ended with an explosive HJ. In my next appointment, I asked her to massage me in the nude - she met me half-way - just topless, but panties on. I also asked her for a capped BJ - unfortunately non-negotiation - but she ended up kissing my cock interspersed with licking of my shaft. This time, she did not restrict me rubbing her clitoris.

Baby 2 was busy kissing my cock and licking my balls, while I rubbed her love hole. Every time I inserted my finger a little deeper, there was more love juice… it was beginning to stain her panties. I gently pulled her away so I could go down to her crotch and started licking her inner thighs. I slowly pulled down her panties and inserted my tongue into her pussy.

The wetness drove me crazy. “Wo qu na tao”, I suggested. She did not reply as she was processing the pleasure I just gave her. I put on the condom quickly and rubbed my cock on her pussy. She took my cock and inserted it into her pussy.

Baby 2 liked it fast and furious. I thrusted her aggressively and she basked in pleasure. I finally shot my load into the drippy wet pussy as she grasped for breadth. I think she surprised herself by allowing me to go all the way. I paid her the massage fee and my usual token tips. She was fine with it.

The next time I made an appointment with Baby 2, we agreed a time but she stated “only massage” in her reply. Long story short, we met and I made her wet and horny, and I fucked her once more.

Subsequently, she stopped replying to my WeChat messages. I do not know if she cancelled me, or there were other reasons (went back to China, got caught, got boyfriend, whatever).

hawk007

10-08-2021, 10:25 PM

Pls carry on, pitching tent

wattonhenry

10-08-2021, 11:34 PM

Great stories. Easy to read.

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11-08-2021, 01:36 AM

Was watching the Tokyo Olympics recently. I miss going to Japan since the pandemic started as I really enjoyed the amazing sexual experiences there…

Next: Tokyo Nights

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11-08-2021, 10:35 PM

Tokyo Nights

My work required business travel, including to Tokyo. My Japanese business associates had taken me to high-end hostess clubs in Ginza, to seedy joints in Kabukicho, and to Yoshiwara’s “soapland” brothels. Though different genres (and price points), they were all amazing pleasure domes.

However, my sharing is not about these places; it is about my “Delivery Health” (deribarii derusu or “DH”) escapades - in the comfort and privacy of my hotel room, and without my Japanese business associates knowing.

Taken literally, DH can mean “health service delivered to your home or hotel”. For example, massage is a health service. So technically, it is not prostitution, which is forbidden by Japanese law. But DH’s menu contains a range of services …..

Not all DH operators serve non-Japanese customers. Fortunately, even with my limited Japanese language skills, I was able to make DH bookings via phone. (It helps, as a foreigner, if you stay in a reputable hotel).

A DH operator dispatches a “health therapist” of your choice to your room. The therapists’ profile can be viewed online (I used Google translate) – name, photos, videos, age, vital stats; some have additional info like day job, interests and smoker (or not). While what you eventually get is not 100% accurate (vis-à-vis her online profile), I always had a high level of satisfaction with the ladies I met.

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11-08-2021, 10:47 PM

Akubi is an OL (Office Lady), a common term in Japan for female staff performing secretarial/clerical duties. She freelances as a DH therapist from 8pm to midnight.

At exactly 9.30pm, the doorbell chimed. Akubi was dressed smartly in a dark jacket and skirt; her handbag matched her elegant high heels and she looked like a secretary from a big Japanese firm, non-descript but always on standby to assist the boss. Though she looked a little older than her stated 25 year-old profile picture, she was still very attractive.

I shut my hotel room door and Akubi bowed and introduced herself as my therapist for the next hour (you can book for 60, 90, 120min, etc.). Side-track: there is a “Play Book” in most DH operators’ website, so it is easy to “go with the flow” of what to expect. With some operators, you can make special themed requests, too. Obviously the play book does not indicate that sexual intercourse is provided.

With her very limited English and my equally limited Japanese, verbal communications was not very convenient; we used hand gestures or “small body actions” to make our points, which can be fun and candid at times.

Typically, the first thing is to shower. Akubi helped me undress and folded my clothes neatly. When she undressed, before me was a beautiful OL, skin so fair that I can see a little of her veins around her 32C boobs. She had a neatly trimmed bush and a nice, huggable body. I would say meaty where it matters!

Akubi tied-up her hair and led me into the bathroom, where she bathed me tenderly. Not much hanky-panky other than some light touching, as she acted like a subservient housewife, attending to a tired husband after a long, hard day. After the shower, she helped me put on the yukata (cotton summer robe) and prepared my toothbrush/paste for me. I brushed and went back to the bedroom as Akubi washed herself.

She emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, placed a fresh towel on the bed and invited me to lay face down. She started massaging me in the nude, with a little bit of oil. She would ask “ok?” checking if I was comfortable, and we had very simple English small talk. Although it was not a professional massage, I felt relaxed as she moisturized my back with her sensual touches. Those sensual touches included sliding her soft breasts across my back down to my feet.

Turning around, face up, Akubi concentrated on massaging my thighs. Inevitably, her hands would brush against my cock, which began to harden as I admired her flawless naked body. I was groping her lightly to feel her smooth skin. With an assuring smile, she started licking my shaft, and gradually swallowed my whole cock into her mouth. Her BBBJ was slow but thorough, as opposed to a fast-paced head bobbing up-and-down version.

She then sat on my thighs and applied oil around my crotch area and on my cock. Slowly, she would slide forward and backward as my cock turned to steel at a 12 o’clock position. While I have had “sumata” (non-penetrative sex) before, Akubi brought it to a new level of enjoyment.

The feeling was “I’m nearly inserting my cock into her love hole” and I felt my cock touching her pussy lips – very, very teasing. She also leaned forward occasionally, planting her breasts on my face. The softness and warmth of a beautiful pair of soft pillows on my face was truly sensational as I nursed a hard, throbbing cock.

Turning around (like reverse cowgirl), she continued teasing my cock, placing it between her ample butt cheeks as she continued sliding on top of me. It was a shame, in that position, I was unable to grab her bouncy breasts, but the view from the nearby mirror was sheer erotica!

Returning back to facing me, Akubi kissed me gently on my lips, and accelerated her grinding, adding more oil on my cock along the way. Her pussy area was shiny with oil and she started to work out a tiny sweat. My hands were all over her body as she spoke softly in Japanese (“are you comfortable, are you enjoying this, you like this, don’t you”, etc).

The edging went on for about 15 minutes before I shot all over my stomach and chest, with a little cum deflected onto Akubi’s body. She wiped off the cum and we hugged each other in bed. It was remarkably sensual to have ejaculated the way she made me, and having her breasts cushioned against my body after ejaculation was such a lovey-dovey feeling. I felt like a lucky guy being pampered and pleasured by an obedient wife.

After a short rest, she showered for me again. As Akubi prepared to leave after her shower and dolling-up, she bowed and wished me goodnight. It was reflective of Japan’s renowned service level from start-to-finish. I was happy with the subservient wife’s service, as the whiff of her perfume subsided in my room.

Next: Rei, the wild child

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15-08-2021, 02:02 AM

Rei, the wild child

When I chanced upon Rei’s photos on the website, the first thing that struck me was “unusual”. Normally, the girls will have smiley and/or sexy photos. In her photos, Rei looked arrogant and showed very little skin. I decided to engage Rei.

Rei strutted into my room with an air of confidence. Seeing the ashtray with a couple of extinguished smokes, she took out her slim cigarettes and offered me.

“Thank you”, I said, as I extended my light to her. Rei spoke some English, which was helpful. Unlike Akubi the “subservient wife”, Rei was free spirited. At 1.7m, she is taller than the average Japanese lady, and had a mild tan complexion. Her 32B breasts hung well on her slim body, with a hairy bush around her pussy. Action started in the shower – as I lathered her body, she guided my fingers to rub her clit and we kissed passionately. She then washed my cock with her mouth.

Back in the bedroom, Rei wasted no time in seducing me. Wearing a bathrobe, she leaned against the glass window and placed one leg on the coffee table, which automatically opened up the front of the bathrobe to reveal an inviting pussy. I walked up to her, naked, and we engaged in deep frenching while my fingers explored her hairy bush and beyond.

Sufficiently warmed-up, she then knelt in front of the window and started giving me a BBBJ. There was no opposite neighbour so-to-speak, as the next building, an office block, was some 100m away. I looked downstairs at the light traffic as Rei worked overtime on my erected cock. I could feel the sex beast in me building up, so I motioned for her to stand in front of the full-length mirror.

Dropping the bathrobe on the carpet, Rei wore back her high heels, took a condom from her bag, and placed her two hands against the mirror while raising her butt in the most suggestive manner. I went to her, placed my cock between her butt crack and started fingering her pussy again, which became naturally moist. Turning around, she capped me quickly and resumed her prior position against the mirror. I started thrusting her, entering her pussy from behind.

Her moaning was accompanied by screeching sounds as her hands kept sliding down the mirror. Sensing this was going to encumber my passionate actions, I nudged her onto the bed and continued whacking from behind. Maybe because she’s quite slim, the “piak piak” sound from doing doggy wasn’t quite there. We switched to missionary and she raised her legs, complete with heels, asking me to go deeper. I held her legs and continued drilling furiously. She was so wet that I had to insert my cock back into her pussy twice as it slipped out!

The intensity was energy zapping. I knelt down and continued entering her, she grabbed a pillow and placed it underneath her lower back, creating a more comfortable position for me to completely submerge my dick into her love hole. For her slim frame, she does take a good pounding.

As soon as I came, she popped up, removed the condom and mouthed the remaining drops of sperm with great suction. She then stuck out her tongue to show me the sperm.

Rei went to the bathroom and gargled (I could smell Listerine when she came back), whilst I grabbed two cans of beer from the mini-bar. She brought the ashtray and cigarettes, and we had a relaxing, post-fuck smoke in bed, washed down with Kirin. It was a good night.

Next: Themed Fantasy

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15-08-2021, 11:34 AM

Nice update bro. Look forward to Themed Fantasy! :)

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16-08-2021, 03:25 PM

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17-08-2021, 01:49 AM

Very nice sharing of your Japan's experience.
Your posting had made me come to an erection now.

That night I dropped dead on the bed naked (after sending her out of the room) and had a very nice sleep till the next morning 8am when the hotel morning call... ;)

Those were the Good Old Times... :)

Bro, glad that you had fun in Japan! Next time, try delivery health, I think you will enjoy it!

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17-08-2021, 01:54 AM

Themed Fantasy.

Miho arrived with a sports bag. She was carrying stuff for my themed fantasy request, “Japanese Schoolgirl Cosplayer”.

I’ve watched Japanese porn where innocent school girls become willing partners in kinky sex. I’ve always wanted to try it, even if it’s a “fake” school girl. Miho claimed to be a 20 year-old undergrad. To me, she could pass off as 18; cute girl with slight dimples. And she spoke a little English!

As part of the surprise element, we were to bath separately. I showered first and went back to the room, as Miho washed up and prepared for her role. When she joined me in the room, my heart skipped a beat.

Miho wore a navy blue blazer complete with an emblem (don’t know what school); a crisp white shirt tucked into a matching tartan mini-skirt, so short that when she walked towards me, her white panties showed effortlessly. She wore black knee-high socks and white canvas shoes. She had tied her hair into two pony tails, put on oversized reading glasses, and carried a magazine.

“Sensei” (‘teacher’ in Japanese), she greeted me. Sitting on the sofa with only my bathrobe, my cock instantly reacted. I motioned for her to sit next to me. She curled up nicely onto me and started flipping through her magazine, slowly. It was Japanese soft porn. There was a gap between her shirt buttons, revealing her bra and partially exposure breasts. Her mini-skirt rolled back and I could see her entire cotton panties.

“No, please, no, sensei”, she protested weakly as I tried to kiss her. I ignored her. As I kissed her soft lips, I also started to finger her. She seemed to like it. The magazine dropped on the floor, and she removed her reading glasses as we kissed passionately. She then knelt on the coffee table, with her backside facing me. Shifting her panties aside, I started licking her pussy from the back.

Maybe she was uncomfortable keeling on the wooden coffee table, she switched to kneeling on the carpeted floor. Miho parted my bathrobe at the waist and started licking my expanded shaft while kneeling. I unbuttoned her shirt and fondled her breasts through her bra. She stood up and we kissed again. With lips locked, we took the few steps from sofa to bed. Miho removed her blazer and shoes, but kept her shirt on, albeit now all unbuttoned. She climbed on top of me, cowgirl position, and started rubbing her panties on my dick. I was able to unhook her bra and a teardrop-shaped pair of 34C’s emerged. She leaned forward and allowed me to suck on her beautiful breasts and puffy nipples.

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17-08-2021, 01:57 AM

I don’t know if it was my pre-cum or it was her pussy juice, but I could feel her panties was wet. She probably felt it too. Still wearing her mini-skirt, she took out a condom from a tiny pocket and capped me. Without removing her panties and skirt, I put my cock into her pussy, sliding aside her wet panties, and parting her pussy hair. Miho groaned as she rode me. She untied her hair and the two ponytails disappeared. She looked horny with her hair down and eyes shut, riding me.

We switched to doggy position, me removing her panties in the process. But I kept the shirt, skirt, and long socks on, it was so kinky. I plunged deeply into her from behind while holding her arms. She probably could not take the aggression and collapsed face down on the bed after a short while. I felt bad. Turning her around, I checked if she was OK. I think she appreciated that I cared. Looking at me with innocent, round eyes, she removed her shirt and skirt.

“Sensei, please make love to me”, Miho requested as she spread her legs. I put my cock back into her warm pussy and this time, sliding in and out of her wet love hole gracefully. I planted my face into those ample breasts and she whispered “kimochi, kimochi”.

I adjusted the pillow beneath Miho’s head, making sure she was comfortable, and started fucking her gleefully. As I was about to shoot, I took out my cock and yanked off the condom, spraying into her breasts. She then took my cock into her mouth and sucked the last drops of sperm.

Next: Seoul – Beauty Grooming Treatment

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21-08-2021, 02:22 AM

Seoul - Beauty Grooming Treatment

I’ve been to a few “anmas” (sex massage joints) in Seoul, but one particular experience was a little different – it was packaged as a Beauty Grooming Treatment (maybe it’s common, just that I don’t know enough).

Brought to this place by my Korean friends, I chose Sophia - tallish (around 1.72m), probably just under 30 years-old, pretty face with sharp features and a lovely 34C rack. (There were younger ladies but I wanted to try a tall one!)

The private room assigned was like a hotel room – it had an attached bathroom with a long-bath and in place of a regular bed, there was a proper massage bed. I do not speak Korean beyond basic pleasantries, so it was a welcome that Sophia spoke a little English.

Sophia helped me undress and then went off to fill-up the bath-tub as I sipped on Korean tea. I noticed that Sophia had removed her dress and was wearing a bikini in the bathroom (massage room and bathroom separated by a glass panel).

I was asked to dip into the long bath, which was richly lathered and smelt of lavender aromatherapy oil. Once I was comfortably submerged in the hot bath, Sophia adjusted the removeable headrest so the water level was constantly around my lower neck. Sitting on a stool beside the bath tub, she gave me a saloon style facial wash, and then to my surprise, applied shaving cream and cleared the stubble from my chin/face. After that, she used a loofah and lightly scrubbed my limbs. It was fascinating having a Korean beauty wash you that way. After about 20min, she asked me to stand up and she rinsed me clean.

We moved to the massage bed, and she gave me a near-professional oil massage as I lay face down. Turning around to face up, she placed a pillow underneath my head and placed a large towel which covered my chest down to my toes. It was followed by slices of icy-cold cucumber placed over my face. Then Sophia started to massage my legs, shifting aside parts of the towel as she worked on me. As I could not see her (cucumber slices over my shut eyes), I could only picture her smooth, fair, sexy body. Inevitably, as she massaged near my crotch, my cock turned harder, until it pitched a tent on the towel. She said something in Korean, which I did not understand. Within a few seconds, I felt a warm sensation as she took my big cock into her mouth. I brushed off the cucumber slices from my face and marvelled at her giving me a slurping BBBJ.

Slowly, she removed her bikini top and the sight of her pink nipples further stiffened my rod. Asked her to come closer to my face, Sophia lowered her chest to let me taste her succulent cherries while she stroked my cock. My right hand had begun to push down her bikini bottom. Calmly, she took a step back, removed her bottom piece, and then capped me. Her pussy lips, with a tiny bush, were correspondingly as beautiful as her breasts and nipples. She climbed on top of me and slowly inserted my excited cock into her pussy. She began riding me from first to fifth gear as I grabbed her soft, bouncy breasts.

We changed to missionary position - as the massage bed was not particularly wide - I draped her long legs over my shoulders, to align symmetrically, and started banging her hungrily. The faster I thrusted, the more she bit her lips and grabbed her own breasts. Within a few minutes, I sprayed inside her dripping pussy.

After removing the sperm-soaked condom, Sophia cleaned my cock with a warm towel, covered me once more with the big towel, and gave me a soothing head massage. It was one beauty grooming treatment which I will remember for a long time!

Next: Red Rope Shanghai Special
(Keep thinking of my overseas adventures. Will be back to Singapore exploits after Shanghai!)

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21-08-2021, 03:18 AM

Great updates TS, thanks! :)

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24-08-2021, 02:05 AM

Thanks bros who gave me points, you know who you are :D

Coming up: Red Rope Shanghai Special

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24-08-2021, 02:09 AM

Red Rope Shanghai Special

From the outside, it looked like another local 3-star hotel; the locals call it “Bin Guan”, which demarcates a lower status than a “Jiu Dian”. The sauna that I went to was located at the basement of the hotel, which looked old and tired, in Wulumuqi Road in Shanghai.

Entering the joint, it was very local – the clientele, the décor and the familiar chatter of Shanghainese men smoking away. After selecting my masseur (ladies were brought to our private waiting room for us to choose), she brought me to the massage room. It was not what I had expected…

The shower room – besides a regular standing shower area – had a (waterproof) massage table. On top of the massage table were pipes with openings, which acted as a rain-shower. The masseur I chose – I think her name was Xiao Yu (Little Rain), can’t really remember – looked about age 22, around 1.65m tall and had an impressive set of 34C rack set against a fair, smooth complexion. I chose her also because of her slutty look.

After stripping me, XY stripped herself and asked me to lie face-down on the massage table. She then operated the rain-shower function (the pipes on top of the massage table) and scrubbed me briefly, which created a thick lather on my back. Turning off the water, she climbed on top and massaged my back using her breasts. After I turned around face-up, she did the same thing, using her breasts to rub me from my face to my toes. Needless to say, I was already damn turned-on. After washing, we dried up and proceeded to the adjoining area’s proper massage bed. I got a very decent massage, probably for 30 min. Again, everything was conducted in full nude. In the course of the massage, we chatted and XY asked me about life in Singapore. If I recall correctly, she was from a small county in Guizhou (in southwest China), first time outside her home town to work in Shanghai. I was also freely touching / feeling her young, tender, yet tight body.

Massage done, XY took a red rope (actually it’s more like a thick, sturdy, long scarf), and threw it over the handle bars attached to the ceiling, right on top of the massage bed. She then tied the rope around her waist, and expertly hoisted herself up. Picture this: her feet was touching the ceiling, she dangled from a red rope secured against her waist, and she was giving me a 360-degree BBBJ – she was like a helicopter! I could also see her whole body, including her beautiful ass and pussy, through the mirror which covered most of the ceiling. Obviously it was not easy for XY, as she had to balance and twirl around to service my cock. It lasted for about 5min. For me, it was simply amazing and better than Cirque du Soleil!

After “climbing down”, XY caught her breathe, smiled and asked for my preferences. Obediently, she capped me and started riding enthusiastically as I grabbed her bouncy breasts.. Sensing that if she continued riding, I would ejaculate soon, we switched to doggy. She rested on her elbows and raised her bums, affording me a comfortable position to drive deeply into her from the back. I could also see her breasts swinging uncontrollably and at times, where my balance permitted, I would grab those lovely tits from behind. The grand finale was in missionary position as I wanted to see her slutty face as I shoot inside her. That proved to be my “weak point” – her CFM face, wet pussy and her calling me “lao gong, lao gong” caused me to ejaculate fairly quickly.

I am not sure if she was really good at her work, or she genuinely enjoyed sex. But XY was definitely a very, very good fuck. It must have been the overall package, from the “rainforest” shower massage to the red rope BBBJ, and her acrobatic abilities when we fucked intensely on the massage bed.

I went back to the same sauna three or four times within two years, when I was back in Shanghai subsequently. The experience remained top class, and I had the pleasure of having girls from Inner Mongolia and Harbin for variety.

The last time I went was around 2014/2015 before the sauna closed. I am not sure if they re-opened as I heard the hotel changed owners and was shut for renovations.

Next: LTD’s ML’s

(Back to Singapore: some bros may remember the now defunct website LTD (Little Tiger’s Den). Under the original owner, LTD prided itself with “exclusive girls” (not advertised online elsewhere), strict QC which “guaranteed” great service, and strictly for massage only. Of course I did not believe the last part…)

Clarets

24-08-2021, 02:33 AM

Nice update bro, camping here for more! :)

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24-08-2021, 09:50 PM

LTD’s ML’s

Some bros may remember the now defunct website LTD (Little Tiger’s Den). Under the original owner, LTD prided itself with “exclusive girls” (not advertised online elsewhere), strict QC which “guaranteed” great service, and strictly for massage only. Of course I did not believe the last part…)

Prelude

LTD was a reliable website circa 2014-2015, under its incumbent owner. The website and individual ads for the girls contained statements like a company’s vision/mission – strive to be the best in massage services, every girl is QC’ed, and customers have right to walk away without paying if it’s a fake photo. And LTD focused on massage girls only, while competitive websites had “massage” and “full service” sections.

A few ML’s told me LTD’s boss, a Singaporean young man, can be temperamental – if he doesn’t like you, you can’t advertise on LTD! I tried several LTD girls and they were great! Can’t remember them all, but here’s a few:

From the quartet affectionately known as the “Four Seasons” (I sampled all four), my favourite was the soft spoken and lanky Winter, whom I found to be classy for an ML. There’s Zhu Er – her breasts were so huge (38C?), they could give you a concussion!

There was a “little girl” - Cutie - really cute and adorable (age 19-20?), so innocent that I was afraid some big bad wolf (bro) will just eat her! Ruby was an absolute cock-teaser, naturally friendly and a cheeky fun-lover! And of course, Yuki – the one with the massive tattoo on her leg like a yakuza, but she was, in fact, a timid and slightly blur queen, who had a beautiful face, and an even more beautiful pair of tofu-like breasts with an unkempt bush which was perpetually moist with cunt juice.

But there were a few other LTD ML’s who I had great chemistry with, and they were part of the reason why I cut down on pure FL’s… coz I got a decent massage followed by passionate love-making… at the cost of a massage...

Next: All you need is Love

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24-08-2021, 10:38 PM

All you need is Love

Though not a native of Guangzhou, Love (Xiao Ai) lived there and spoke Cantonese, which I was conversant with. The day her ad came out, I secured an appointment for the same night.

Arriving at her address, I was a little disappointed. It was one of those partitioned rooms upstairs of Geylang shophouses. When I told her I’ve arrived, she came downstairs to unlock the main door, and we climbed some stairs (to 3rd floor, I think), and filed past several partitioned rooms along a narrow passageway. As she led the way upstairs, I was a few steps behind, checking out her sexy legs and nice ass wrapped in a short skirt.

Love undressed me like a caring girlfriend, and put my clothes on hangers. When she stripped – OMFG – I saw a shapely Chinese Snow White with 32B headlights and a pink pussy hiding behind a tiny bush. The “stall shower” in her room was small, but it did not stop her from squeezing in and soaping me with her breasts.

I could be one of Love’s first customers. She was aware of this (SBF) forum’s reviews, and asked that I write her a good review if I liked her service.

Love did not disappoint. She had some massage experience, so the massage session went well. When the teasing part started, she demonstrated a desire to please. Breathing seductively into my ears, she started licking me from my ears down to my cock. Parting my cock hair, she sucked my balls then took my cock into her mouth like a champion, while looking at me in the eye like an eager school girl. For bros who did not meet Love before, she was probably 23 and had sexy, pouting lips. Her skin was silky smooth, which upped the “shiok” factor a few notches.

As Love sucked my hard cock with real gusto, I extended my hands to finger her… her pussy was damp. I told her to lay down so I could go on top and suck her pink nipples while she stroked my throbbing cock. I was busy alternating between licking and sucking , and inserting my finger deeper into her cunt, which made her really wet.

“You have to stop”, she interrupted in Cantonese, as I raided her body. “I can’t take it anymore”, she continued.

(To be continued)

Highbury2017

24-08-2021, 11:21 PM

Great updates bro, please keep coming!

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25-08-2021, 10:19 PM

(Continuation)

“You have to stop”, she interrupted in Cantonese, as I raided her body. “I can’t take it anymore”, she continued.

“I can’t take it anymore, too”, I replied. “I’ll go take my condom.” She did not protest, and continued to lay on the bed.

I put on the condom and dipped my cock into her love hole. It was easy. She was so wet. She grabbed my butt and pushed it towards her, causing my cock to slide all the way in. I knew she liked it fast and furious, like how she did her BBBJ. I made sure I “rewarded” Love with rapid, non-stop thrusts, she was crying out in pleasure and I sank my lips into hers to muffle her escalating volume, pumping her even harder, deeper and faster till I came! As I lay beside her panting, she rested her head on my chest. “Don’t mention the make love part in the review”, she whispered.

The next morning, I wrote a genuine and accurate MR for Love before I went to work, minus the sex part. I informed Love about it and wished her good luck.

Late that night, Love sent me a message: “Thank you very much for writing. The customers who came said they saw the review.”

I met Love almost weekly in the following two months or so. And on every occasion, after a great massage, we made sweet love. It came very naturally, I guess we “clicked”.

Love credited me for her popularity. I told her it was because she provided great service. But I knew she was sincerely grateful. One time, she said to meet a few days later (I asked to meet the next day). I didn’t think much of it, but found out later she was on code red, thus the re-scheduling, so we could have a full-on session.

On another occasion, I was working late at the office. She texted and told me she had a surprise for me. I had just met (and fucked) her a couple of days ago. Close to midnight, I made my way to her place. Apparently, she took the evening off and had dinner/drinks with the girls (neighbours from the partitioned rooms). When I arrived, she fetched me in a long t-shirt. As the passageway was dark, I did not realize she had nothing underneath the t-shirt; I just remembered she smelt fresh of shower gel. As soon as we got into her room, she pushed me onto the bed and frenched me. Then she removed her t-shirt and presented her newly and beautifully shaved pussy.

“Tian wo” (lick me), she commanded. I ate her pussy until my chin was covered with her cunt juice. She gave me a sexy massage and a slurpy BBBJ, took the condom from my jeans (she had seen me do it often before), and rode me until I exploded inside her.

In her drunken stupor, she let known that after a month of non-stop work, she just wanted to let her hair down with the girls. She shaved her pussy before dinner and found the “airy feeling very sexy”, plus her breasts expanded due to her coming menstruation. And after a few drinks at dinner, she got horny and texted me. She wanted a good fuck to end the happy evening. As I prepared to leave her room, I offered to pay for her sexy massage. She declined and concluded “wo lei le, ni xian hui jia ba” (I am tired, you go home first).

Love was back for a second stint some months later. I met her in a room upstairs of a Jalan Besar shophouse. It was like she never left. A good massage later, she started seducing me and we fucked each other silly.

The last time I saw Love, she was at an old walk-up apartment in the East. (I had been to that same apartment before in the past, where I met Fate – my next story).

Love was not sure if she was going to be back in Singapore again. That night, there was no massage - it was a dedicated sex session, which was much, much more passionate and intense than before. It was like we were not going to meet again, ever, and we unleashed our innermost lust one last time.

We lost contact after she went back to China.

Next: You gotta have Fate

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27-08-2021, 10:03 PM

You gotta have Fate

It took me a month to secure an appointment with Fate due to scheduling conflicts. But it was worth the wait.

Fate was a head-turner - pretty babe, about 1.6m tall, had an athlete-lean and fair-skinned body - the kind you wouldn’t mind chatting up at the bar. Plus, she had a clean-shaven pussy. The only down side for me, she had man-made boobs – visually appealing at 32C, but a tad hard to the touch. I guess she was about 23 years-old.

The first couple of sessions were normal stuff – massage, seduction, HJ. As Fate would be completely naked for the whole session, it was inviting and easy to roam all over her silky smooth body. She was accommodating, partly because I used the “soft touch” approach with her i.e. can explore anywhere with my hands and tongue as long as it’s gentle.

Then one day, as she sat beside me massaging my leg, I was gently playing with her clitoris. It was not the first time I was doing it, but she seemed to have lost concentration that day, as she kept on pressing the same spot on my leg; at the same time, I began to feel my finger becoming more wet. And naturally my cock reacted, it got harder and twitched for a few moments – that did not escape Fate’s eye.

She looked at me and almost telepathically, we kissed each other as I brought her body to lay next to mine. This went on for a minute or two, and I could feel her pussy juice on my knee as she wrapped her legs around mine. I believe she felt my pre-cum sticking onto her body as well.

I broke the embrace and jumped off the bed to grab my always-on-standby-condom from my jeans. Fate’s response was part surprise and part concurrence. She gave me the “bad boy, you brought a condom” look but at the same time, took the condom and capped me before sinking her mouth onto my dick. I could feel the sexual tension exploding, and I stopped her BJ and mounted her. Nothing kinky, just plain old-fashioned missionary pumping at high speed until we both climaxed.

At the end of that session, I wasn’t sure how much I should pay her, as I had previous experience where the ML was upset* I paid more because I made love to her.

(*I was a semi-regular with a few ML’s, one of whom I had sexual intercourse. After it happened, I offered to pay more. She was upset as she claimed she was not selling sex, but had wanted to try it with me since she was in the mood).

So I asked Fate in a joking manner, what is today’s fees? “Qin, gen shang ci yi yang ya” (Dear, just like before). I had paid her $100 + $20 tips in my previous encounters.

(I was aware, during that period when Fate was around, there were many FL choices at $120. For ML’s, I pay the advertised fee - $100, or whatever - and a tip of between 10 to 20 percent, depending on how much I liked the session).

I met Fate five or six times more before she left Singapore, and we continued to make love at the normal fee. I took it that Fate was being generous to me, as she could have required a higher price, or that I was rewarded for being a loyal customer.

My trysts with Fate stretched over a few months before she RTC. I guess it was fated that I persevered and met her, despite scheduling difficulties in the beginning; and maybe fate played a part as we were genuinely comfortable with each other, which made it less commercial when sex was involved.

Next: “Silent Understanding”

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30-08-2021, 09:28 PM

“Silent Understanding”

Through the years, I have had both good and bad ML experiences. Fortunately, the good experiences outnumber the bad ones. There were also a few ML’s who I was able to have sex with, at no additional cost, namely Mona, Suzie, Baby 1, Baby 2, Love and Fate, as in my previous stories.

But “Ally” was in a different category altogether – while a couple of the previous ML’s that I bedded were popular, they were not “ang pai” so to speak – “Ally” was an undisputed “ang pai”.

(“Ally” is not her work name then. Using a pseudonym - high possibility she’s married and lives here)

On top of her good massage skills, Ally was a pretty, shapely and intelligent young lady of about 25 years-old. I was one of her early customers before she was unanimously viewed as an “ang pai”. It came to a stage where she was so in-demand, she was only attending to her regulars.

When I first met Ally, I was gob-smacked. A petite girl – no more than 1.6m tall – with beautiful eyes in an angelic face. She was blessed with a natural 33B chest that was perfect for her frame, and was comfortable speaking English. As I got to know her better over her few stints here, she differentiated herself in the sea of ML’s with her high intellect – let’s just say she was worldly and up to speed with current affairs.

As we became more familiar with each other, I often booked two-hour sessions to enjoy her company and the overall experience. Arriving at her place, there was no rush to shower or get on with the massage. Very hospitable, she would offer me a glass of red wine, and I would ask for permission to smoke in her cosy apartment. After shooting the breeze over a glass of red, I would just strip on the sofa and walk across the hall to the bathroom. It was like I lived there!

The massage was good – no doubt she’s trained – and the sensual part was equally good. Ally liked to plant kisses on my chest before moving south to my crotch with her kissable lips. She would tell me “close your eyes and relax” (coz I kept looking down at her), as she went about seducing me. It was really tantalising how she swallowed my bulging cock into her cute, tiny mouth.

Making love was not a given, nor a frequent affair with Ally. I can’t remember exactly when, I would estimate my fourth visit that I “tested the water”. We had progressed to 69 position and I was eating her pussy as she slurped noisily on my cock. Tilting my head aside to grasp for breadth, I told Ally I was going to take my condom. She did not reply, but moved aside to let me get off the bed to take the condom.

I capped myself and looked at her. She did not look at me; she stared at my hungry cock. “Lay down”, she said. Those were the only words she spoke for the next 20min or so, as she rode me, followed by me riding her, followed by doggie as I finally shot my load into her. We kissed and hugged in bed for a few minutes after that to normalise our intense heartbeats. Then it was back to the sofa for another glass of red wine and a post-sex puff, with the both of us wrapped in towels.

Subsequently, we had a silent understanding that we will make love if she initiated it. I don’t keep tabs, but on average, every 3 to 4 visits ended in hot, steamy, fuck sessions. The “signal” was a seductive eye motion from her, motioning me to “go get it” (condom) – nothing spoken - and I would dutifully (ok, gleefully) fetch the condom and hand it to her. She would do the rest – cap me, and nominate who’s on top, and things just flowed on from there. After sex, we chilled out with a glass of red. She never, ever inferred about additional payment for sex.

One day, Ally told me she was stopping work in a few weeks’ time as she was dating someone seriously. Apparently a bro had proposed to her. I met her a couple of times before she stopped work, and she never again gave me the “signal”. I was conflicted. Selfishly, I miss fucking her – she was a willing and passionate sex partner. But objectively, it was a positive development for Ally, she could exit the erotic massage scene and have someone look after her.

I hope Ally is well, wherever she is.

Next: Ivy, the sweetie pie

wattonhenry

31-08-2021, 12:55 AM

Nice stories…

szbond

31-08-2021, 01:34 AM

Enjoying the story, please continue bro :)

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31-08-2021, 01:46 AM

Thanks for your support, bros. Will continue writing and sharing as I re-collect all those (mostly) fond memories!

EricPaine

31-08-2021, 03:37 PM

Thanks for your support, bros. Will continue writing and sharing as I re-collect all those (mostly) fond memories!

Looking forward to your updates bro.

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03-09-2021, 10:17 PM

Ivy, the sweetie pie

With the deterioration of quality ML’s from LTD (and the site’s eventual demise), I began to look more at other ML-focused websites.

One of the photos in her ad in SLG (SgLonelyGuys) was her sitting on a mirrored surface, which showed her creamy white innocent panties. But what was jarring was her innocent look and a total lack of “skin” – no sexy reveals, just nicely dressed and covered up. I felt Ivy was worth a visit.

Arriving at her location (first time there), I was taken back at how tranquil it was despite its centrality. In an open URA carpark that could fill some 30 cars, I was only one of the three cars. As my appointment with Ivy was around lunch time, I offered to buy lunch.

When Ivy opened the door to her apartment, I saw a petite, innocent young lady who was at most 23 years-old. Wearing a baggy t-shirt which reached her thighs, she had very fair skin – although not a beauty in a conventional sense, she was rather cute!

I told Ivy to take her time with the packed lunch I bought, as I sat down to check my phone messages and emails. Ivy gobbled the food hurriedly – I don’t know if she was very hungry, or she was being nice not to take too long to eat, or both. Regardless, I asked her to slow down. I honestly don’t mind losing 10-15min of the session so someone can have a proper meal, especially since it was at my suggestion.

“Wo chi bao le” (I am full), she said. And with that, we moved from the living room into her bedroom, with an ensuite bathroom. Ivy helped me undress but did not join me in the shower. She just used the bathroom to brush her teeth.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, Ivy was sitting on the edge of the bed – topless. She had an amazing pair of breasts, estimated at 34C hanging proudly from a young, tender body. She smiled for the first time. My heart melted.

I climbed onto bed and Ivy started massaging my back. She was very hardworking , moving from point A to point B, trying to cover every inch of my back. But truth be said, her massage was sub-standard. But I enjoyed her soft, ample breasts brushing my back occasionally.

Turning around to face her, Ivy looked at me. “Xie xie ni, ni ren hen hao” (thank you, you are a nice person), she said. “It’s OK”, I smiled. Ivy leaned forward and kissed me on my cheek. As she was quite petit, it was easy for me to swoop her down to lay beside me. I cuddled her as she played with my hard cock. Then my hands went down to her panties. I rubbed her pussy through her panties. She started to kiss my neck. I slipped my finger underneath her panties and detected a slightly bushy, warm and moist opening. Ivy continued playing with my cock.

“Ke yi ma?” (Can I?), I asked. I was being ambiguous. It could mean: can I continue rubbing your pussy. Or it could mean something else – which in itself could not be defined.

(To be continued)

bluebrownface

04-09-2021, 12:23 AM

Awesome story here. Strong support!

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04-09-2021, 01:00 AM

(Continuation)

“Ke yi ma?” (Can I?), I asked. I was being ambiguous. It could mean: can I continue rubbing your pussy. Or it could mean something else – which in itself could not be defined.

“Ni you tao ma?” (do you have condom?), she asked. It was the “best case scenario” that I hedged my ambiguous question on. “Wo qu na” (I’ll get it), and I coolly reached out to my jeans nearby and took out a condom.

I tore open the condom pack. “Wo bang ni” (I help you). She slipped the condom snugly onto my erected penis and asked me to go on top after she removed her panties. She had a cute little bush. Ivy shut her eyes as I inserted my cock into her moist pussy. I gently slid my cock in-and-out of her pussy until it was sufficiently lubricated with her love juice, and I started to grab her wonderful breasts. She was making small lusty noises as I increased my thrusting tempo. She was really tight.

As I dressed up to leave after showering, Ivy said she will pay me back for lunch. I declined. “Na ni gei wo an mo de qian jiu hao” (just pay me the massage cost then), she continued. I looked her straight in the eye. She smiled. My heart melted again.

I got lucky with Ivy. The packed lunch cost less than $10. As I drove off, I began to understand why Ivy appreciated my simple packed lunch. Unless she was willing to walk more than 1km along an unsheltered pavement by the road side, there was no coffee shop or supermarket nearby. There were also small groups of South Asian blue collar workers going about their work a few hundred meters from her small condo estate.

I met Ivy again the following week. Obviously it was not for the massage which she fared miserably. After the customary 10min of finger pressing (and brushing her breasts) on my back, I turned around. “You dai tao ma?” (you brought condom?), she asked.

We made love again. This time, Ivy seemed to enjoy it even more, based on her louder moans and scratches which she gifted me on my back. I paid her the massage fee and $20 tips (as I did the last time). “Zu gou le” (it’s enough), she said.

The following week, before I could make an appointment with Ivy again, she texted me. She said she was going home that night. She was homesick. And she missed her pet cat alot.

It must be nearly a year later, I received an SMS from a local number I did not recognize. “I am Ivy. Come and visit me if you are free”, the message said in Chinese. That night, I visited Ivy in an apartment in Geylang.

When I stepped into Ivy’s bedroom, her eyes were watery. She hugged me for a full minute. The feeling was like, we did not say goodbye properly the last time. And we were so happy to meet each other again.

After taking my shower, Ivy started her massage. By the time I turned around, facing her, memories of our previous love making sessions came flashing back. I pinned her down gently. “Wo xiang yao” (I want it), I said. “Ni, ke yi” (for you, yes), she said softly. That night, we made love like lovers who had been apart for months (which indeed was the case).

I met Ivy two more times during that stint. Needless to say, the massage was a precursor to making love with this cutie pie. It did not matter to me if Ivy was simply a FL advertising as an ML, or that I continued to be lucky visiting (and paying) her as an ML, for full sexual services. What I treasured was Ivy’s cuteness and her willingness to make love to me upon my request.

I don’t know if she came back to Singapore again. If she ever comes back, I will be sure to look for Ivy, the sweetie pie.

Next: The Student Who…

NjkIce

04-09-2021, 01:06 AM

Very nice share bro, thanks! :)

DSavage

04-09-2021, 04:21 AM

Thanks for the update TS

roylee6969

06-09-2021, 03:02 PM

Very nice share bro, thanks! :)

Yes very nice, like them too!

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06-09-2021, 09:39 PM

Thanks for your support, bros Njkice, Dsavage and roylee.

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06-09-2021, 09:45 PM

The Student Who…

The make-shift coffee table was quite small, relative to the 3-seater sofa we sat on. But somehow, she managed to arrange a good spread of cheese and fruits on the tiny table. She opened a new bottle of red wine and the cork accidently rolled onto the floor.

I got up to pick up the cork. Bending down, something caught my eye - my eye level was the same as the sofa seat. She was not wearing any panties underneath her short satin pyjama dress. I ignored the cork and moved towards her swiftly, slightly startling her. I spread her legs as much as the dress would allow and she instinctively understood what I wanted.

Pulling up her dress to her hips, she spread her legs wide as I plunged my tongue into the delicious looking pussy. She was ruffling my (head) hair as I licked her like a melting ice-cream.

“Ni hao huai” (you are bad), she pretended to protest. There was no turning back…

(To be continued)

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07-09-2021, 12:12 AM

(Continuation)

“Ni hao huai” (you are bad), she pretended to protest. There was no turning back…

Vivi (pseudonym) became my most regular “go to” ML for just over a one-year period, despite the availability of several hot ML’s whom I also visited but with less frequency, during that time.

I am calling her Vivi to hide her identity for various reasons. During her initial days in Singapore, she was hounded by a stalker, so she had to stop work for a while and returned later with a new name and phone number. She was also notorious with certain customers, which I later found out, was her way of eliminating undesired bros. On a personal level, my almost weekly rendezvous with Vivi at her place – featuring fine wine, expensive cheese and fruits galore – were courtesy of other bros’ generosity.

Vivi was on a student pass, and ML work on weekdays usually started from 4pm, after school. During my first visit, I noticed school notes on her dining table. So during massage, I asked casually if she was keeping up with lessons. She suggested she could be a better student if she understood what was going on in class. Turned out her lessons were in English and she hardly understood the language. She gave me a couple of examples, and I burst out laughing while lying face down. I laughed so hard, I had to turn around and look at her, and she made a funny, hopeless face. From that moment, I knew Vivi was a fun and free-spirited girl.

Before I continue, let me paint a picture of Vivi. Around 24 years-old and 1.62m tall, she can pass off as a budding South Korean actress – beautiful facial features (almond shaped eyes and sharp nose); fair, supple skin; nice 34B breasts, 25-inch waist, perky butt and despite not being tall, had proportionately long and slim legs. Her wavy hair was dyed chocolate and caramel tone and reached her shoulder blades. In short, she was a head-turner!

My first session with Vivi set the tone for our future meetings. We joked and occasionally traded “insults” (in a nice way). When it was time for sensual, we had been chatting like old friends, so I just pulled her towards me and challenged her: “how fast can you make me come with BBBJ?” And on my part, I promised to alert her in a timely manner, as she does not do CIM. She did well (or I was not good). In less than 5min, I told her I was going to ejaculate and she detached her mouth from my cock, moved her face away – and – she directed my cock to 12 o’clock position so I ejaculated all over my stomach and chest.

In my third meeting with Vivi, I’ve had a few drinks at dinner before turning up at her place that night. She could smell I drank liquor. Sitting me down at the sofa, she undressed me systematically – socks, belt, trousers, then shirt. I sat on her sofa with only my underwear. She had gone to the bathroom, let the hot water run and shut the door. I finished my cigarette and she marched me into the steam-filled bathroom. That night, I washed my hair at her place. When I emerged from the bathroom, I felt refreshed and relaxed. I also smelled much better! Vivi was already sitting by the bed, wrapped in a towel. She had been massaging me in the nude since our first appointment. Lots of touching and teasing but always respecting the limits.

It’s not an excuse – and I don’t think it’s unique to me – after a few happy drinks, I get horny easily. That night, I told Vivi I needed to turn around to face up, barely a few minutes after being face down. Because I had such a raging hard-on it became too uncomfortable to press my cock against the mattress anymore. She muttered something like “se gui” (sex fiend) and proceeded to massage the front of my hands and legs. Meanwhile, my cock was rock hard – and having a life of its own – it was “waving”! Vivi looked at me.

“Do you have friends as beautiful as you, who I can make love to?”, I asked her.

(To be continued)

Kovac

07-09-2021, 03:26 AM

Nice update TS, support for more :)

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09-09-2021, 12:28 AM

(Continuation)

“Do you have friends as beautiful as you, who I can make love to?”, I asked her, in Chinese.

Vivi did not respond.

“Shen cai yao xiang ni zhe yang de” (body like yours), I continued.

Vivi shifted her eyes and looked away.

“Wo ye mei shuo bu gen ni zuo” (I didn’t say I won’t do it with you), she finally spoke.

I made the short dash from the bedroom to the living room and took my always-on-standby condom from my bag. Jumping back into bed, I started kissing her. She shut her eyes and reciprocated.

I moved down to her soft breasts and started drawing circles with my tongue around her erected nipples while my fingers caressed her pussy area. She was already wet. I capped myself hurriedly and inserted my thick long cock, bit by bit, into her vagina. With every new depth, she let a light moan. Very quickly, my entire cock had dived into her love hole. I pulled-out and pushed-back-in constantly, which made her ooze with cunt juice.

“Wo bu yao, wo bu yao” (I don’t want, I don’t want), Vivi grunted. I didn’t think, for a moment, she changed her mind (to make love). I quit being the gentle lover and started pounding her, lifting her slim legs over my shoulder. The harder I thrusted, the more her breasts jiggled, taking me to the next level of ecstasy.

“Zai kuai dian, zai kuai dian”, she begged. As I guessed earlier, Vivi didn’t change her mind about making love. She just wanted to be fucked real good. And I delivered. I unleashed the whole night’s horniness into her.

There was no other customer after me that night. (She did not work late, as she had to attend classes next morning). After cuddling for a short while, we went to the living room for a smoke. She offered me a glass of red wine.

“Xia ci guo lai wo men ke yi xian he liang bei” (next time, we can have a couple of drinks first), Vivi said. I was not sure if it was mid-sentence. I was half expecting “thereafter we can have a good fuck”. But Vivi did not say anything else. I drank up, showered and changed, as it was getting late.

“Jin tian de fu wu fei shi…” (today’s service fee is…), I asked. “Gen ping chang yi yang ya” (as usual) , she replied. Which was my standard $110 + $20 tips.

Starting from the next session, I would have a “new” arrangement with Vivi.

(To be continued)

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10-09-2021, 10:55 PM

(Continuation)

Starting from the next session, I would have a “new” arrangement with Vivi.

As an “ang pai”, Vivi was understandably a popular choice. As she was a student, she could only accept an average of 5 or 6 customers on weekdays, from late afternoon. I decided to have a “fixed schedule” with her – every Friday at X time, the last customer. The exception was when I had to travel, which I would let her know in advance. So, for just over one year, almost every Friday night was spent at Vivi’s cosy apartment.

Sometimes, I don’t leave till the wee hours of Saturday morning. Occasionally, I slept over (at her invitation). There was even a couple of times, I turned up at her place with luggage in tow, directly from the airport after a work trip.

As those Friday night sessions lasted two hours or more, we came to an understanding that I would pay a flat 2-hour massage fee. What we did for the two hours (or more) does not matter. I am really grateful, and lucky, that Vivi was happy with this arrangement. She was not “money-faced” and I would not undermine her opportunity cost. I think what made it work was: firstly, we enjoyed each other’s company; secondly, I took a laid back attitude – while ultimately, my expectation was to be seduced and get a release, how it transpired was up to our mood at the time; I think Vivi really liked it that way. Plus, I would also avail myself to look through her school work, which was all of 15min, given my strong command of English. In fact, I normally guide her with “high level” answers/responses, but pare back eventually to make it look like it was “her work”.

Vivi was a happy-go-lucky, fun-loving character. Those Friday nights, she would greet me in a variety of different outfits. She would open the door and hide behind it, while I step in. Among the different outfits: a knock-off kimono (those cheap ones from souvenir shops); a cheerful bikini; a little black dress; a translucent pyjama dress (with nothing underneath – so the nipples and bushy pussy are in plain sight); and my favourite – stark naked in high heels and a baseball cap.

The Friday night sessions always started with a bottle of red. Accompanied by cheese and fruits. We would shoot the breeze, chat about interesting (and annoying) things that happened since we last met, watch funny (sometimes lewd) clips on our mobile phones, and just have a good time, progressing from wholesome fun to raunchy, touchy and downright molestation acts.

For me, it was one way of unwinding after a long work week; I suspect it was the same for Vivi, too. We always knew that the night would end up in some sort of sexual activities, how we got there was part of the journey of fun, intrigue and at times, intensive build-up…

(To be continued)

Masterl23

11-09-2021, 08:13 AM

Camping here for more updates.

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11-09-2021, 11:40 PM

(Continuation)

This particular Friday, an unexpected issue surfaced with a key European client. We were on the phone and then video calls till almost 9pm, when the matter was eventually resolved. I was starving (so were my colleagues who stayed late with me). Both colleagues rushed off for their Friday night commitments. I texted Vivi.

“I just finished work and I’m really hungry”, I informed her in Chinese. “See you downstairs at X time, accompany me for dinner”. “Hao de” (OK), she replied. One thing I really liked about Vivi, she was always accommodating.

Just over an hour later, I was wolfing down my dinner while Vivi discovered the pleasures of Japanese plum wine. Being a regular at that restaurant, the staff moved me to the highly coveted smoking table mid-way through my meal as the previous diners had just left. Vivi was amused as the staff literally took the partly-eaten food and moved us to the outdoor table. As I finished my dinner, the server asked if I would like a second bottle of plum wine. Vivi had pretty much polished off the first bottle as I had only two glasses.

The server brought the second bottle of plum wine as I lit up my cigarette. Vivi took my cigarette and joined me in polluting the air. We were laughing as she shared a funny incident in school that day. Here we were: she, in a white Bape t-shirt, torn denim shorts and adidas sneakers. I had my now-crumpled white business shirt rolled-up to my elbows, grey corporate trousers and a pair of dark tan leather shoes. We looked very mismatched dressing-wise.

As we continued chatting and drinking, Vivi had taken off her sneakers and had one foot resting on my thigh, still sitting opposite me. She shifted her body and now the foot (toes) were rubbing my crotch.

“Gan ma?” (what’s up?), I asked her. “Zou, hui jia jixu he” (let’s continue drinking at home), she said. We still had half-a-bottle of plum wine. I paid and we took the unfinished bottle. The 10min drive to Vivi’s place was uneventful. Until we were at the elevator.

Vivi wrapped her arms around me and buried her face in my chest. I think the plum wine was beginning to kick-in for her. I swear I could feel her hardened nipples pressed against my body (I now realized she was braless). My cock twitched. She struggled a little but managed to unlock the front door. She kicked off her sneakers and went straight for the bed. I had to untie my shoelaces, undressed and took a quick shower. I had previously left a mini-travel kit at her place, so I was able to shave and brush my teeth.

By the time I got out from the bathroom, Vivi had poured two glasses of plum wine in the living room. I settled down, wrapped in a towel, and took a sip. Vivi went to shower.

I was comfortable and relaxed at the sofa, watching TV when Vivi emerged from the shower. She snugged up beside me and enjoyed the remaining plum wine. She was also toying with me cock through my loosely worn towel, like a sarong. I couldn’t help but started rubbing her labia, her satin shorts soon became damp. She knelt down in front of the sofa and removed the towel around my waist. She started licking the entire length of my throbbing shaft, up and down, up and down, non-stop, until she took the whole penis into her mouth. I had to stop her before I ejaculated in her little mouth.

Getting the condom from my bag just a metre away, I capped myself and inserted my cock into Vivi’s wet pussy through the side of her baggy satin shorts. I removed her matching satin top. Vivi was laying on the sofa as I drilled her - still in her shorts - she was absolutely at my mercy as I pumped incessantly.

The fabric sofa was not big, and not particularly comfortable for the activity we were indulged in. Vivi took the lead - she wriggled out of my reach and walked towards the bedroom, flinging her satin shorts, which were already at her ankles, off. But before she could lay on bed, I caught up behind her and plunged my still-super-hard cock into her leaking pussy from behind. She instinctively bent down and rested her elbows on the bed, and I continued banging her doddy style. From the bedroom mirror, I could see her breasts swinging wildly from side-to-side. I can see she was getting “weak” in that position. I let her off and she gladly lay on bed, spreading her legs and inviting me to continue fucking her. This went on for a good 10min or so before I shot my load into her.

Hugging her in bed, she whispered softly “jin wan jiu zai zhe ba” (stay here tonight). I nodded. She shut her eyes and slowly drifted to sleep. I got up, removed the condom and washed up. Back in bed, she was asleep. I put my phone to silent mode. It was past 1am. We slept soundly.

(To be continued)

nyahoo

12-09-2021, 09:51 PM

Excellent story, please continue bro

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13-09-2021, 11:00 PM

(Continuation)

“Remember to pack before you go to bed”, I reminded Vivi on Thursday night. The following day, was the last day before school holidays. School would end at 12 noon, a few hours earlier than usual. I had booked the 4pm Friday flight to Bangkok.

At 1pm on Friday, my taxi arrived at the pre-arranged meeting place near her apartment. Vivi was already there is her sun hat, big sunglasses which covered half her face, and a cabin size trolley luggage. She wore a white linen shirt and a denim mini-skirt. She was beautiful!

I loaded her luggage in the boot and we reached Terminal 2 by 1.30pm. Plenty of time before boarding. The sharp-eyed staff at the SIA First Class drop-off bay spotted my luggage tag and she hurried towards me. I handed her both Vivi and my passport, and my frequent flyer card. Within 15min, Vivi and I had settled down in the First Class Lounge. (We travelled economy class, but my frequent flyer status afforded First Class Lounge access).

“Lao ban, ni zhen bang!” (boss, you’re awesome!), she exclaimed as we sank into the wide armchairs at the lounge. Obviously Vivi was very impressed at how expediently we cleared check-in formalities and the nice lounge environment.

“Qu na dian chi de” (let’s grab some food), I smiled. It was a late lunch, but the buffet spread had just been replenished. It was, like always, local food-led. We tucked in small portions of satay, noodles and fruits. She also helped herself to two glasses of champagne. The short holiday has started. Her cheeks were glowing after the drinks. She was very happy and excited, but being in a public area (peppered with older folks in corporate grey and navy suits), she restricted herself to clutching my hands tightly without overtly showing her enthusiasm and affection.

Arriving in Bangkok, we cleared immigration quickly via the express lane invite courtesy of SIA, and made our way to the visa office. (China passport holders can apply for a visa upon arrival). I love Bangkok in many ways. For a small premium, you can literally jump the queue and be issued a tourist visa fairly quickly.

It was Vivi’s first trip to Thailand. The sights and sounds heightened her senses. I spotted the signboard of the hotel we had booked, and identified myself to the staff. It was, expectedly, hot and humid and a little chaotic at Suvarnabhumi airport. Booking the hotel limousine service meant we could cut thru’ the chaos and we were whisked into the waiting car.

To a certain extent, the routine was like another business Bangkok business trip for me. Just that this time, I had a female companion, and no meetings to attend! I had booked the same hotel that I normally stay in Bangkok, having redeemed complimentary room nights. The limo pulled up to the hotel driveway and the hotel manager, whom I am acquainted with, was waiting. Through the years, the manager never once batted an eyelid on the different companions I would check-in with; to her, she was welcoming a regular guest. And his guest, whoever she might be.

It was a familiar routine. The manager brought us directly to our room. I really appreciated the upgrade – we were given a junior suite, which was a generously-sized living room and a separate large bedroom with a king-size bed and hehe, a leather ottoman chair, those with a separate, smaller seat that served as a foot rest. The coconut welcome drink and lemon-grassed scented cold towels were all prepared. After verifying my credit card details, the manager took her leave, just as the welcome fruit basket and bottle of complimentary wine were delivered.

Vivi looked at me in awe after the hotel staff left the suite. “Did you specially prepare all this for me?”, she asked in Chinese. “Xi wang ni hui xi huan” (hope you will like it), I replied. The truth was, I had redeemed the air-tickets and hotel room, and got lucky with the suite upgrade.

Vivi gave me a big hug. “Wo men xizao qu” (let’s shower), she suggested. It was nearly 7pm local time (or 8pm Singapore) and I was beginning to be hungry. But I reasoned it was not courteous to decline an offer to shower together with Vivi.

We stripped naked in the living room and went to the bathroom which was inside the bedroom. Taking control of the hand-held shower head, she playfully washed me, and then herself. Vivi’s voluptuous body never failed to give me a super hard-on. It was obvious that my cock yearned for action. She gamely knelt on the bathroom floor and sucked my cock. But it ended all too soon.

“Jin wan zai man man zhe mo ni” (I will slowly torture you tonight), she teased. We had a quick wash-up. Though the erection in my cock subsided a little, it was still hard. We went out for dinner, me with a bulging cock.

(To be continued)

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15-09-2021, 10:06 PM

(Continuation)

After a big local dinner, we felt lazy and decided to head back to the hotel. But the night was still young. Not even 11pm. The hotel’s basement bar was known to be “very happening” – live band, mix of foreign business people and expats alike, and of course, professional hookers. I decided that Vivi should experience it.

It was a busy Friday night, but we managed to find one seat by the bar. Vivi sat down while I leaned next to her. She was amazed at how the working girls would go around casually chatting up the foreigners (mostly white guys). A few of them would then get lucky and leave with the guys. She asked me if I ever took Thai girls from bars back to my room. No, I told her. Technically, it was the truth – I never fancied working girls from bars. I had a “vendor” who would provide northern Thai babes (mostly from Chiang Mai / Chiang Rai), but that’s another story for another day.

Despite the fact I was with Vivi, it did not stop a few of the working girls from approaching me. The best “proposition” I received was from a slim lady with big boobs. By way of introduction, she thrusted her boobs between me and Vivi and suggested a threesome after she claimed to be bisexual. I declined (after explaining to Vivi). I bought her a drink in the spirit of friendliness. After an hour or so, the place became very packed. I was also dying for a smoke, so we took our leave after a couple of drinks.

Back in the suite, the first thing I did was to remove my belt and unbutton my jeans. It was a big dinner. Even that was not good enough to make me feel comfortable; I had to pull down my jeans to beneath my hips. Naturally, the pubic hair around the front of my waist line sprang out. I sat majestically on the leather sofa and lighted my cigarette as Vivi was opening the complimentary bottle of wine.

We were enjoying the wine and channel surfing. Vivi settled on the Discovery Channel, and interestingly the program was something akin to sex in the animal kingdom. Perfect.

Two glasses later, Vivi turned into a tigress. She pulled down my jeans (and underwear) to my ankles and started blowing me. I lied down, slept on the sofa and enjoyed her slurpy, wet enthusiasm. Quite quickly, things accelerated and soon, we had moved onto the bed, both stark naked by then, and refining our 69 skills. I figured out it’s best to grab the condom first before we got too carried away. She probably sensed it, too. As soon as I went back to bed with the condom, she snatched it from me and capped me. There was no need for further foreplay. She was horny and wet. After dimming the room lights, she mounted me and showed me who was the boss.

At her apartment in Singapore, she never cow-girl me. Partly because it was a queen bed, which looked OK but was perhaps not so sturdy. Here, in Bangkok, we had a king bed, super thick mattress resting on a solid wooden frame. She rode me like a wild tiger, her soft breasts and long hair swinging wildly, accompanied by loud grunts. At one point, I thought my cock was going to snap, it was also at that point that I eventually ejaculated as she exclaimed in triumph that she climaxed! Nice finale for our first night in Bangkok.

(To be continued)

haroit

18-09-2021, 08:59 PM

Great real life stories, hope to read more of it!

OffFire

18-09-2021, 10:01 PM

Great share, shall wait here for more updates :)

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19-09-2021, 10:31 PM

(Continuation)

After the Calypso cabaret show by the Riverfront, Vivi took a bunch of photos with the performers. I must admit a few of the performers were really pretty! We had durians for supper before heading back to the hotel, alighting a few hundred metres from the hotel to soak in the mini-night market atmosphere.

Vivi liked the cabaret show. She decided to practice a few moves she saw at the show. One of the walls in the living room of our suite had a full length mirror that spanned a few metres wide and Vivi was “performing” in front of it.

“Oh, they had less clothes”, I said in Chinese to Vivi, referring to the cabaret performers who in one scene performed in bikinis. She gamely removed her dress, leaving only her matching black bra and lacy panties on as she continued to dance. After putting on some music from my phone, I joined in the fun by stripping off to my underwear. As we fooled around in front of the mirror, we got naughty and soon, we both were dancing stark naked in front of the mirror, grinding our bodies together.

As my dick got harder and harder, Vivi laughed, asking if I get turned on so easily. I said, yes, because only one of us has a dick. In a split second, she “got it”, and I reminded her that she was hugging the performers when taking photos - the performers have breasts, but maybe some of them have dicks, too!

Vivi gave me a disgusted look and I continued, “at least we have a real man here!”. The playfulness that’s part of Vivi’s personality, emerged. She knelt down and took my stiff cock into her mouth, playfully biting it!

“Ouch”, I pretended to be hurt, but she was not to be fooled. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and ran into the bedroom. Vivi ignored me and continued dancing in front of the mirror. Within seconds, I was back with Vivi. I had gone to put on my condom, which I kept by the bedside.

I interrupted Vivi’s dance routine, pinned her against the mirror and inserted my cock into her pussy from the back. She was absolutely fine with it. I started slowly, but it didn’t take long for Vivi to be naturally lubricated as I poked her pussy from behind. She took a step back and her palms rested firmly on the mirror, providing a nice angle for me to thrust her in standing doggy. We were like a pair of amateur porn actors fucking in front of the full length mirror, with her palm prints replicating all over the mirror as she took my pounding into her stride.

I turned Vivi around, lifted her right leg to rest on the nearby sofa and continued fucking her in a standing position. We were also frenching furiously. We continued in this position, with me doing the “hard work” as I shafted my cock in-and-out of her slippery pussy. Vivi came first as she shivered uncontrollably and collapsed into me. I conveniently lay her down on the sofa and continued pumping her. She was so wet I could hear the “slosh slosh” sound from her pussy. I came shortly.

The 3D/2N Bangkok weekend, though brief, was immensely enjoyable for the both of us. For Vivi, it was her trip outside Singapore since she arrived to attend school, and her first time to Bangkok. For me, it was heart-warming to see a child-like Vivi enjoying the sights, sounds and tastes of Bangkok. Sometimes, it’s not just about the sex. Joy and pleasure come in many forms.

“See you on Friday night”, Vivi said. She kissed me on the lips and walked towards the elevator. I hopped back into the taxi and went home. It was late on Sunday night, we had just returned from our Bangkok fling.

(To be continued)

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19-09-2021, 11:52 PM

(Continuation)

After Bangkok, I continued to meet Vivi regularly. While it was still transactional – costing two hours of massage fees each time – the nature of the experience evolved. It began to feel more like going to a naughty, secret girlfriend.

The make-shift coffee table at her apartment was quite small, relative to the 3-seater sofa we sat on. But somehow, she managed to arrange a good spread of cheese and fruits on the tiny table. She opened a new bottle of red wine and the cork accidently rolled onto the floor.

I got up to pick up the cork. Bending down, something caught my eye - my eye level was the same as the sofa seat. She was not wearing any panties underneath her short satin pyjama dress. I ignored the cork and moved towards her swiftly, slightly startling her. I spread her legs as much as the dress would allow and she instinctively understood what I wanted.

Pulling up her dress to her hips, she spread her legs wide as I plunged my tongue into the delicious looking pussy. She was ruffling my (head) hair as I licked her like a melting ice-cream.

“Ni hao huai” (you are bad), she pretended to protest. There was no turning back…

Vivi and I removed our clothing piece by piece as our hands explored each other’s body. It was not the first time we were behaving like a pair of lovers, but somehow there was a deeper passion each time. We painted each other comprehensively, and there was a mutual desire to just “let it happen”. I brushed my cock head repeatedly on her pussy lips. I don’t know for sure whose juice it was, but it was a sensitive, sensual and sensational feeling, to feel each other’s wetness through our genitals. I was very tempted to just fuck her raw.

She took my hand and led me into the bedroom. She opened the last drawer – the same drawer that I had previously left my box of condoms. After capping me, she lay down on bed and instructed, “Gan wo!” (fuck me!). I adopted a “push up” position and inserted my throbbing cock rhythmically into her welcoming pussy, upping the tempo with every few thrusts. Vivi simply shut her eyes and opened her legs as wide as she could. Despite a lack of positional variation, we both were enjoying the action and I was trying my best not to come so fast. There was that much I could do to hold back. The small light from the table lamp was good enough to shine on us, showing me how much she was enjoying the sex as I looked at her fair, smooth body, her beautiful breasts sashaying without a care in the world. I could not hold back beyond 5min as I shot my load into the condom parked deep into her pussy.

Through the months, I never got bored with Vivi. She was just good company – funny, playful, slutty and lusty! I no longer viewed her as an ML whom I visited to get me fix – albeit through sexual intercourse – or what bros would refer as an “off-menu item”. Vivi was a companion who made me laugh, drank with me and enjoyed being made love to, a complete evening package which sometimes ended with me staying for the night.

I remember one time, a female class mate video called her on WeChat. We were almost done with the bottle of red and were getting really touchy. Her classmate suggested coming over (to Vivi’s place). Vivi blushed and replied “jin wan bu xing” (not tonight). I could hear her classmate laughing and saying in Chinese “you are keeping a man!” Then to my amusement, her classmate continued “yi qi ya!” (let’s be together!). Vivi laughed nervously and declined. It would have been quite exciting to have a threesome, but then again, I did not know Vivi’s classmate, maybe she was not so pretty… (I am a sucker for pretty girls, and have declined intimacies with ML’s who I did not find pretty).

I teased Vivi, asking if she was shy to have a threesome. “She’s a witch”, was Vivi’s reply in Chinese. I laughed and planted my face into her chest, biting her nipples through her t-shirt. As always, Vivi never wore a bra when I visited. We took the “fight” to the bedroom where we “wrestled” in bed and I stripped her. I pulled my jeans and underwear down, took out my hardened cock and “beat” her breasts with it to “punish her” for denying me a threesome. In no time, I was capped and fucking Vivi doggy-style as she kept saying her classmate was a witch.

(To be continued)

LingHuChong

20-09-2021, 10:26 AM

Great share bro, shall camp here for more juicy updates :)

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23-09-2021, 11:38 PM

(Continuation)

Vivi texted me in the afternoon. She wanted to get some fresh air that night, so I would pick her up downstairs instead of going up to her place that night. Teasingly, she ended her message with “have you done it in the park before?”

I did not want to second guess her open ended question. After work that evening, I packed a large beach towel, wet tissues and condoms into my haversack. On my way to pick up Vivi, I bought a few cans of beer and bottled water.

“Where would you like to go?”, I asked. She said somewhere with fresh air and a nice view. I figured East Coast Park is out – too common, too many people and not exactly fresh air. So we ended up at Mount Faber.

It was not very busy at Mount Faber. After taking her to the “highest point”, we strolled to the quieter areas, picked a spot and had our beer. She remarked about the contrast between the HDB flats, and the “slanting” Reflections at Keppel Bay condo, which we had seen at separate spots earlier. “The difference between the masses and the wealthy”, I said. Then she just leaned on me and looked at the stars.

The spot we chose was quite deserted, and accessible by a single walking path. We were at a grass patch behind the walking path, partially blocked by bushes. Singapore is relatively safe, so I was not worried about getting mugged. I was more worried about nocturnal insects!

Vivi shut her eyes. I kissed her lightly on her lips. Nothing happened for about half-a-minute. Then I felt her hand rest on my crotch. She started to touch my cock, rubbing through my jeans. She was wearing a loose fit, casual one-piece dress. I placed my hand on her thigh, underneath her dress, and slowly inched up. She was not wearing panties. And she began to get wet as I played with her pussy. Vivi stood up and looked around for a few seconds.

As soon as she sat back down, she unzipped my jeans and my cock, already hard, literally bulged out of my underwear. Pulling down my jeans and underwear, she took the wet tissue and wiped my cock and started blowing me. I guess she stood up earlier to check “if the coast was clear”. As Vivi sucked my cock, her head bobbing up and down, I took out the condom from my haversack. She knew what I was doing. I slept on the grass patch, capped myself as Vivi lifted her dress up and went on top of me.

As my jeans were just below my knee caps, my movement was somewhat restricted. But that was fine. Vivi was in charge that night, as she rode me at her own pace and own pleasure. The most I could do was unbuckle her bra, and caressed her soft tits and hardened nipples. I think we were at it for some 10min before I unloaded my sperm. She unplugged her pussy from my cock, and help me remove the soaked, sticky condom. We quickly wiped clean and adjusted our clothes.

We giggled like teenagers as we chucked the used tissues and stuff into the 7-Eleven plastic bag which still had two unopened cans of beer. Putting everything back into my haversack, we walked back to the car hand-in-hand.

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Through the months, Vivi had become my once-a-week (or every two weeks if I was traveling) companion. Sexual companion. I do not know, nor does it bother me, if she had other similar arrangements. What mattered for me, was we mutually enjoyed each other’s company, albeit I paid two-hour massage fees each time. Just over a year after we first connected, Vivi returned to China. I miss Vivi.

Next: Under the Radar (1) – the Cold Beauty

Sometimes, you meet ML’s who simply want to keep a low profile. In fact, they go out of their way to keep a low profile. But they still end up being popular and every now and then, people talk about them in the (SBF TCSS Favourite Massage Girls) forum. I have met a few such ML’s. One of them is “Cold Beauty”… coming up next…

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24-09-2021, 02:14 AM

Sometimes, you meet ML’s who simply want to keep a low profile. In fact, they go out of their way to keep a low profile. One of them is “Cold Beauty" ...

Under the Radar (1) – the Cold Beauty

I refer to her as the “Cold Beauty”. I’m unwilling to reveal her name (when she worked here in Singapore) because it was (is) such a bizarre development… right up till today! Let’s call her Jing (peaceful and tranquil in Chinese).

Jing was around 24 years-old then, and the first time venturing into the ML scene in Singapore, or anywhere else for that matter. Back in China, she was a beautician who also had basic massage skills, working in an up-market female-only beauty salon.

Standing at 1.65m tall, Jing looked after herself well, as evidenced by her slim and tight body, flawless complexion, and later when I became close to her, her frequent home-made tonic soups and herbal baths. She had a healthy, light tan. Her 33B breasts hung perfectly on her lithe body. Not the stunning beauty type, but her innocent eyes and soothing facial features slowly, but surely, grows on you.

The only problem was, Jing hardly spoke. She was quite a cold person.

Jing’s online ad was in a less popular website (I can’t remember the name now). In fact, she only showed part of her face in the ad – her nose, mouth and chin. But it was attractive enough and piqued my interest. My appointment happened to be her first day of work. And by her own admission, she had a quiet first day, just two customers. When I met her late that night (11pm), I was her third and last customer for the day.

Though not my preference, I have no issues if the ML massaged me with her clothes on. But when it came to the sensual part, I expect to see (and touch) some skin, preferably tits, bums and pussy (as applicable per advertised). Jing’s ad was generic and I recall it only mentioned “she can be topless”.

During the entire massage session, Jing wore a t-shirt and shorts. We exchanged only a few sentences, as she was really quiet. When it was time for sensual, she simply applied more oil on my dick and started jerking me, and too shy even to look at me. What’s more, she was seated close to my legs, so it was impossible for me to make contact with her with my hands.

“Deng deng” (wait), I said. Are you not going to remove your t-shirt, and maybe you can sit closer to me, I said in Chinese. She looked at me. Why do I need to remove my shirt? And you want to touch me? I was bewildered by Jing’s response. But looking at her, instead of getting disappointed, let alone upset, I burst out laughing. Is she for real?!

“Yes, you have to be topless and let me play with your titties. And I can’t do that if you sit so far away”, I explained, trying not to laugh. So it turned out that whoever told Jing about the ML gig in Singapore only mentioned about providing HJ. For a moment, I did not believe her, as how can one be so naïve?

Nevertheless, Jing was co-operative though I sensed some reluctance. She took off her t-shirt and revealed a black Calvin Klein sports bra. She sat slightly closer to me. My hand is too short and my fingers are oily, I hinted to her. She stared at me, her eyes piercing through me.

At that moment, I thought to myself, this will be ironic – an unhappy ending to the happy ending part of the session…. I couldn’t control myself, I continued, “You look prettier if you smiled…” Funnily, I was not upset. It became amusing.

Jing stood up. She removed her shorts and revealed a matching black Calvin Klein panties. She then took off her bra, and her firm 33B breasts greeted me. For the first time, I saw her well-toned, semi-naked body. It was sexually enticing. She then sat closer to me. “"Zhe yang ke yi ma?” (is this alright?), she asked smilingly. It’s true, she was beautiful when she smiled. I grinned and she got on with wanking me while I played with her sexy tits.

I left Jing’s place with mixed feelings. On one hand, she had this cold demeanour; on the other hand, I actually got what I requested for. It also dawned upon me that she was a really attractive young lady – if she smiled.

Should I visit her again?

(To be continued)

Online2Offline

24-09-2021, 10:22 PM

After lunch the following day, I subconsciously thought about the previous night with Jing. I could not logically explain why I wanted to meet her again. It was Friday and I normally had a few drinks at night with friends.

“Can I come at midnight?”, I texted Jing in the afternoon.

“Hao” (OK), was her one-word reply.

Fifteen minutes before midnight, I parked at a street close to Jing’s condo. “I arrived early”, I notified her. Not expecting a quick reply, I lighted my cigarette in the quiet street. I scanned my surrounding, it was a really quiet neighbourhood at that hour.

“Shang lai” (come up), came her quick reply. I only had two puffs. I extinguished the stick and walked discreetly in the shadows towards her condo. Inside her bedroom, the first thing she said, in Chinese, was “you smoke”.

“It’s late now. You can smoke here”, she continued. “You drank”, she added. “Would you like a glass of red wine?” I was delightfully confused. Just 24hr ago, she was a cold fish but got the job done. Now, she’s inviting me to have a smoke and a drink.

“Do I look like a village girl?”, Jing asked me as we clinked glasses and she joined me for a smoke. “No”, I said. “Why?”

Jing shared that the agent came to collect rent earlier in the day, and commented that she had kept the room very tidy, just like village girls do. I said it’s just stereotyping, don’t bother about the comment, but I agreed that the room was really tidy. She was happy, and smiled.

This time, Jing massaged me in her bra, but still wore her shorts. She hardly spoke, like the night before. Then came sensual time. She removed her shorts and once again, it was a matching panties.

“Are all your lingerie in a set?”, I asked, as I reached behind her back to unhook her bra. She did not resist, but shyly blocked her breasts with her arms when the bra was removed.

“Yes. You like them?”, Jing asked. “I like your breasts”, I deviated, knowing fully well that her question was in relation to her lingerie. “I like to see you naked, too”, I pushed my luck. But Jing was nonchalant. She sat next to me and masturbated for me. I caressed her breasts, I also ran my fingers on her upper thighs, frequently touching her pussy area through her panties. She didn’t seem to mind.

“That’s a lot”, she remarked, as she wiped my sperm from my stomach and her fingers. “You just came last night”. “You made me perform”, I complimented her. “Next time, if you take the last appointment, you can smoke here”, Jing told me.

I noticed that Jing became friendlier, and spoke a little more. I felt she was also more comfortable with me.

- - -

The following week, I made an 11pm appointment with Jing. She had now moved into the master bedroom, with an attached bathroom.

“Are you very tired?”, she asked. Yes, I told her. She offered me a disposable paper cup filled with some water. I knew it acted as an ashtray. Jing went into the bathroom and I could hear she will filling up the long bath with water. She came out and joined me to smoke.

That night, I soaked in her long bath, which had had an arousing herbal scent, before massaging. This time, she massaged me in her bra and panties, an “upgrade” from wearing shorts previously. When she started to tug at my cock, I sat up and removed her bra. In doing so, I leaned forward and my face brushed against her neck - she had a womanly scent - I don’t know how to describe it, but it made me happy and increasingly horny.

Maybe Jing was still “fresh” and “novel” for me; or it was the herbal bath; or her womanly scent; although her HJ technique was not great, I found myself ejaculating fairly quickly. Looking at the bedside clock, I had exceeded the hour. I volunteered to shower immediately after releasing and changed into my clothes quickly.

Standing by the door to leave, I noticed that Jing stood “rooted” next to me. “Guo ji tian zai lai” (I will come back in a few days), I said. Jing reached out and kissed my cheek. I drove home feeling more relaxed than ever. I sensed the “cold beauty” is beginning to get warmer.

(To be continued)

yesboyz

24-09-2021, 11:54 PM

Nice update TS, hoping to read more :)

Online2Offline

25-09-2021, 02:11 AM

(Continuation)

Jing reached out and kissed my cheek. I drove home feeling more relaxed than ever. I sensed the “cold beauty” is beginning to get warmer.

I was hoping to be “treated” with another herbal bath when I next meet Jing. Unfortunately, that did not happen. Because she had to move out of the condo, which was fairly new. Jing texted me a new address. It was only a few hundred metres away from her first place.

The new address was an older, one bedroom apartment, which did not have a long bath. “It’s a temporary place”, she told me, when we met. Jing had now been working for three weeks, and business picked up after her first week. I never found out who her house mate was in the previous condo. Apparently, between the two of them, they had nearly 20 visitors (customers) each day, and the agent advised them to move out as the neighbours were getting suspicious…

“Almost 20 visitors a day?”, I looked at Jing. She looked at me squarely and said she had been averaging 12 a day for almost two weeks. I was very surprised. Save for a few brief mentions, Jing was never discussed in SBF.

“I asked them not to write about me”, Jing explained. She said some customers had offered to write reviews, but she declined. She also told some customers she preferred a low profile.

“You did not mention about these things to me previously”, I teased her, noting that it was my fourth visit within three weeks. “I feel you are not the type who go online to chat”, she said. Well, she was partially correct. I surf SBF every now and then, to find new girls to try. But I was mostly “loyal” to a few MLs who I RTM, some more often than others, until someone RTC. I write reviews when the ML requested, provided she was good.

Jing seemed a bit “down” at her new (second) place. I can understand why. It was like moving from a 5-star hotel room to a 2-star room. You are my last customer today, she said. (I remembered Jing telling me before, if I came late night, I was free to smoke at her place. So I had been meeting her 11pm or 12 midnight).

She brought out three disposable paper cups. One had some water in it – it was our ashtray. And she poured red wine into the other two cups. I figured out Jing was in no hurry, so we drank, smoked and chatted a bit. Long story short, she was on a 6-month work visa, and decided to do ML work to earn fast money - she aspired to start her own small business. I joked she could probably earn more offering full services, but she said she did not want to do so.

After our brief chat, I took a shower and Jing was already waiting for me in bed. She was wearing only her panties. It was the first time she was topless before starting the massage. The bedroom was dimly lit, but I could clearly make out the silhouette of a well-toned, beautiful body with a modest yet attractive pair of breasts. Through previous experiences, I observed that Jing took time to “warm up”. I did not attempt to touch her. I lay face down and she started the massage. After a while, it was time to turn around.

“I find you very attractive”, I told her in Chinese. “He duo le?” (drank too much?), she responded. I did not reply. I closed my eyes as she massaged my limbs. Then she started tickling my balls, she had not done it before. I opened my eyes, sat up, and kissed her soft breasts.

“Wo hao lei” (I’m so tired), she said. I gently nudged her to lay down on the bed. “Jin wan wo zi ji lai ba” (tonight, I will do it myself), I was referring to masturbating myself. Jing just shut her eyes and rested. I started planting light kisses from her neck, to her shoulders, down to her breasts, and then her waist. I kissed her pussy through her panties. She twitched slightly. Then I started licking her v-zone around her panties, occasionally using my tongue to push her lacy panties aside so my tongue brushed against her pussy hair. She began to ruffle my head/hair lovingly with her hand. I used my fingers and shifted her panties, so I could put my tongue into her pussy. I noticed her breathing became louder…

(To be continued)

cygnono

25-09-2021, 10:38 PM

Camping for more updates ;)

haroit

26-09-2021, 10:15 AM

More for the weekends? :(

Online2Offline

26-09-2021, 12:15 PM

More for the weekends? :(

As you wish, sir :)

Online2Offline

26-09-2021, 12:16 PM

(Continuation)

She began to ruffle my head/hair lovingly with her hand. I used my fingers and shifted her panties, so I could put my tongue into her pussy. I noticed her breathing became louder…

Slowly, I rolled her lacy panties downwards. There was no resistance. On the contrary, she shifted her lower body so I could more easily remove her panties. After doing that, I buried my face into her luscious pussy area. It was not too hairy. I continued licking her pussy, now unencumbered without her panties. It was obvious that she was enjoying it as her pussy began to get wet.

Then I did something naughty. I held my cock with my thumb and index finger, about 2-3cm length between the tip of my cock and my hard shaft. I rubbed the tip of my cock just outside her pussy. Her breathing was audibly louder. I continued doing this, very gently and sensually, until my cock made contact with her pussy lips. Jing let out a soft moan.

“Wo zai wai mian. Bu jing qu” (I am outside. Won’t go in), I whispered. Jing slowly raised her hips, and my cock went just a little deeper – into her pussy. As I had continued to hold my cock with my fingers – and I was very sure she felt/knew it – my cock could not enter her love cave beyond 2-3cm.

Then the moment of trust kicked in. Jing started grinding her pussy while I continued to hold on to my cock with my fingers. It would have been easy – and I must admit, it was very, very tempting – for me to release my fingers and plunge my whole cock deep into her pussy. But I didn’t. Firstly because I must honour my words – I said I wouldn’t “go in” – while what Jing did was entirely of her own choice, allowing 2-3cm of my cock into her pussy. Secondly, I was not wearing a condom.

The feeling of her wet pussy lips at the tip of my cock was priceless. After a couple of minutes, I told her I could not take it anymore. I detached my cock from her pussy and ejaculated all over her stomach.

As you know by now, Jing was a young lady of few words. She did not say anything. She got up and wrapped my cock with tissue. Then she wiped off the sperm from her stomach.

“Are you OK?”, I asked Jing in Chinese. She looked at me shyly. “Wo xi huan na ge gan jue” (I liked the feeling). I was feeling ecstatic but supressed my emotions. I kissed her lips and said “xie xie ni xiang xin wo” (thank you for trusting me).

“Man dian kai che” (drive slowly), Jing told me as I took my leave after washing up. We kissed again and I disappeared into the darkness of the walkway towards the elevator. As I drove home, the scene of Jing raising her hips to usher my cock head into her pussy kept repeating in my head. I reached home with a hard on.

“Wo you ying le” (I am hard again), I texted Jing from home.

“Xia ci hao hao bang ni jie jue” (I will help you solve it next time). It was the longest texted reply I ever received from Jing. In the past, it had always been “hao” (OK) - when I suggested an appointment time; or “shang lai” (come up) - when I informed her I was downstairs of her place.

I went to bed with a stiff cock.

(To be continued)

wattonhenry

26-09-2021, 07:34 PM

Amazing adventures Online2Offline. Well written, and I enjoyed reading your recollections. Should be turned into a memoir of some sort?

(Continuation)

She began to ruffle my head/hair lovingly with her hand. I used my fingers and shifted her panties, so I could put my tongue into her pussy. I noticed her breathing became louder…

Slowly, I rolled her lacy panties downwards. There was no resistance. On the contrary, she shifted her lower body so I could more easily remove her panties. After doing that, I buried my face into her luscious pussy area. It was not too hairy. I continued licking her pussy, now unencumbered without her panties. It was obvious that she was enjoying it as her pussy began to get wet.

Then I did something naughty. I held my cock with my thumb and index finger, about 2-3cm length between the tip of my cock and my hard shaft. I rubbed the tip of my cock just outside her pussy. Her breathing was audibly louder. I continued doing this, very gently and sensually, until my cock made contact with her pussy lips. Jing let out a soft moan.

“Wo zai wai mian. Bu jing qu” (I am outside. Won’t go in), I whispered. Jing slowly raised her hips, and my cock went just a little deeper – into her pussy. As I had continued to hold my cock with my fingers – and I was very sure she felt/knew it – my cock could not enter her love cave beyond 2-3cm.

Then the moment of trust kicked in. Jing started grinding her pussy while I continued to hold on to my cock with my fingers. It would have been easy – and I must admit, it was very, very tempting – for me to release my fingers and plunge my whole cock deep into her pussy. But I didn’t. Firstly because I must honour my words – I said I wouldn’t “go in” – while what Jing did was entirely of her own choice, allowing 2-3cm of my cock into her pussy. Secondly, I was not wearing a condom.

The feeling of her wet pussy lips at the tip of my cock was priceless. After a couple of minutes, I told her I could not take it anymore. I detached my cock from her pussy and ejaculated all over her stomach.

As you know by now, Jing was a young lady of few words. She did not say anything. She got up and wrapped my cock with tissue. Then she wiped off the sperm from her stomach.

“Are you OK?”, I asked Jing in Chinese. She looked at me shyly. “Wo xi huan na ge gan jue” (I liked the feeling). I was feeling ecstatic but supressed my emotions. I kissed her lips and said “xie xie ni xiang xin wo” (thank you for trusting me).

“Man dian kai che” (drive slowly), Jing told me as I took my leave after washing up. We kissed again and I disappeared into the darkness of the walkway towards the elevator. As I drove home, the scene of Jing raising her hips to usher my cock head into her pussy kept repeating in my head. I reached home with a hard on.

“Wo you ying le” (I am hard again), I texted Jing from home.

“Xia ci hao hao bang ni jie jue” (I will help you solve it next time). It was the longest texted reply I ever received from Jing. In the past, it had always been “hao” (OK) - when I suggested an appointment time; or “shang lai” (come up) - when I informed her I was downstairs of her place.

I went to bed with a stiff cock.

(To be continued)

Online2Offline

26-09-2021, 09:13 PM

Amazing adventures Online2Offline. Well written, and I enjoyed reading your recollections. Should be turned into a memoir of some sort?

Thank you for your kind words, bro. My experiences are a drop in the ocean, I am sure many other bros have richer and more colourful experiences. I just want to enjoy, play within my means and not hurt anyone, including myself. Life’s stressful enough, have fun while you can :D !

wattonhenry

26-09-2021, 09:48 PM

Thank you for your kind words, bro. My experiences are a drop in the ocean, I am sure many other bros have richer and more colourful experiences. I just want to enjoy, play within my means and not hurt anyone, including myself. Life’s stressful enough, have fun while you can :D !

Can’t liao. Married with kids and no sex life. So can only come and read stories like yours. ;)

saipot

27-09-2021, 03:11 PM

Very nice story, I am enjoying it! :)

Online2Offline

27-09-2021, 11:25 PM

Very nice story, I am enjoying it! :)

Glad to know my humble contributions are appreciated!

Online2Offline

27-09-2021, 11:30 PM

(Continuation)

I was full of anticipation when I next met Jing. Recalling that the last time, she had allowed me to dip my dick - albeit just a couple of centimetres deep - into her beautiful pussy. What would happen at my next session?

After she had given me a decent massage, like before, she came closer and stroked my hard cock, as I caressed her topless body. Can I kiss your body, I asked her in Chinese. “En” (OK), came her typical mono syllable reply. But what “encouraged” me was, she automatically lay down in bed and shut her eyes. Part of me thought, as usual, being the last customer for the night, she must be exhausted. Perhaps I can show her some tender loving care.

I rolled my tongue around her nipples, alternating between the two. It didn’t take long for them to harden, as I also planted little kisses on her breasts, working down to her sensitive groin region. I tugged at her panties playfully, making a motion that suggested I want them off. Jing moved her body, which signalled it was OK to remove her panties.

I kissed her pussy while one hand slowly massaged her breast. If there’s one thing Jing was not good at, it was hiding her pleasure. Her heavier breathing and tiny moans indicated that she viewed my actions positively.

Slowly, I pushed my tongue beyond her pussy lips, and gently sucked them. She shivered and started ruffling my head/hair, which she had done before. I was at the crossroads: do I continue pleasuring her with my mouth and hand, or do I use my enormous tool, which had begun to salivate with pre-cum. Seeing how Jing was so immersed in her pleasure zone, I decided I should just be upfront and ask.

“Wo neng dai tao, gei ni gao chao ma?” (Can I wear a condom and give you an orgasm?). Jing’s non-verbal reply was telling. She grabbed a tissue, wiped off my pre-cum and directed my cock close to her pussy entrance. “Zai wai mian jiu hao” (just stay outside), she murmured.

I repeated my action from the last time – holding my penis with my thumb and index finger, some 2-3cm from the tip of my cock – and circled Jing’s pussy entrance with it. Her moans became lounder. In a couple of minutes, Jing asked that I wear my condom.

I went on top of Jing and skilfully inserted my long cock into her tiny but wet pussy, literally cm by cm. She was really tight! She was also getting loud with her grunting. Inevitably, we both got carried away, as she thrusted her hip upwards and I took it as it’s time to be aggressive.

I pounded Jing incessantly as she cried out in pleasure. She kept her eyes shut but opened her legs wider, allowing me to find new depths in my thrusts. I don’t know if it’s because it was my first time making love to Jing, the excitement and extreme pleasure of it all, I ejaculated fairly quickly. I lay down next to Jing and she brought her sweaty body next to mine.

We embraced each other silently in bed. I was, not unexpectedly, feeling supremely satisfied. I would not have guessed I could bed this “cold” ML, who only a few weeks ago, baulked at me for wanting to touch her when she gave me a HJ. More to the point, my extreme satisfaction was how Jing, bit by bit, opened up with me, and allowed herself to be pleasured.

Let’s smoke, she suggested after a few minutes. We wrapped ourselves in towel, and had our post sex smoke, accompanied by half-a-glass of red. After I showered and changed, the same old question ran through my head – do I pay her more, for the sex? I was happy to, but past experiences told me it may backfire.

For a person who speaks very little, Jing had a telepathic sense. Leave the massage money on the table, I will shower first, she said. I did as told, topped up my wine and had a second cigarette while she showered.

(To be continued)

JudyP8511

29-09-2021, 01:05 PM

Good story, cannot stop reading and please continue...

Online2Offline

29-09-2021, 09:56 PM

Good story, cannot stop reading and please continue...

Thanks, sis. I hope you had a nice dinner.

Online2Offline

29-09-2021, 10:00 PM

(Continuation)

Jing re-scheduled my routine appointment (same weekday, 11pm slot) to three days later. On the re-scheduled day, she sent me a new address.

Her new place was great. It was a high rise condo in the city fringe, and only 1-year old (at that time). She took the master bedroom in the 2-bedder. Her housemate was another ML, albeit less popular. By now, just over a month after Jing “debuted”, she had become an “under the radar” ang pai. Still scant mention of Jing in SBF, but once in a while, a bro would inevitably mention to the effect of “she prefers a low profile but I feel she deserves the credit”.

After parking in the multi-storey car park of the condo, I accessed her unit via the car park, making no contact with anybody, bypassing security altogether. It was a well-appointed unit, and so very new. It had a balcony, which through the subsequent months, served as our late night chill-out area, sipping red wine and blowing smoke in the air.

“Drink this”, she told me in Chinese. It was some herbal soup. I gave Jing a funny look. “Bie xiang duo” (don’t think too much), she looked at me. Jing not only hardly speaks, she hardly smile, too. But I wasn’t complaining. It’s not often you visit an ML and she shares her home-made tonic soup. And it’s not often your ML enjoys sex with you for no remuneration.

The massage was as soothing as the new environment. “Is this my new time slot?”, I asked Jing. She explained that she moved just 2 days ago, and that her menstruation just ended yesterday. She’s feeling less stressed now, and I should revert to my “normal time”, unless she’s on code red again. I smiled cheekily and received a playful smack from her.

“Shuo le bie xiang duo” (told you not to think too much), she started. But I cut her off immediately by locking my lips with hers. We rolled in bed as we kissed passionately. The massage oil on my body rubbed onto hers, and the shine it created on her lithe frame made her even more desire-able. I didn’t care that I was licking her body lightly tainted with massage oil. I pulled down her panties and tongue fucked her. She was already dripping wet.

I jumped out of bed, grabbed my condom from my jeans nearby, taking only a few seconds, and then continued to tongue fuck her. As I twirled my tongue into the sensitive walls of her love hole, I was concurrently capping myself.

“Jin lai”, she said sexily. I inserted my thick long cock into her welcoming pussy and started pumping. My cock slipped out. She was super-duper wet. I put my cock back in and shifted my body so I reduced the distance between each thrust. I fucked Jing intensively as she covered her mouth with her hand, as she does moan quite loudly. I was in top-form (or maybe it was the tonic soup earlier?) – I continued drilling my rod into her tight twat, and we switched a few positions to experience new angles and a new highs. It was a good half-an-hour before I finally erupted. Jing came twice that night. She was exceptionally horny.

Over the course of the next three to four months, we continued making love after the massage session. No words were needed. I had made it a habit to place the condom underneath the pillow before we started the massage. I think she knew it. By the time she started working on my inner thighs, my cock would be waving at her. Equally, my fingers would be rubbing her damp panties. And things just got raunchy from there…..

She continued to serve me tonic soup occasionally. But almost without fail, after each session, we would go to the balcony and look out at the night skyline, wine and cigarette in hand. Through the weeks, at the balcony, she would tell me a little more about herself. I came to understand why she was a person of few words.

- - - - -

That night, we were sipping wine at the balcony after mutually satisfying session. I told Jing that I will not visit the following week as I will travelling. That same night, walking towards my car in her condo’s car park, she sent me a picture of herself. My WeChat messages with Jing were limited to confirming appointments. The photo was a “first”.

“Hui lai jian”, she ended her message. I did not know then, that night was the last time I would see Jing in Singapore.

A few days later, when I was in Europe, Jing messaged me. “Ming tian hui guo” (back to China tomorrow). She asked me to add her on her personal WeChat account. More than 10,000km away, I felt a sense of emptiness. It felt like an abrupt end to our happy, almost weekly trysts.

(To be continued)

Online2Offline

29-09-2021, 11:35 PM

(Continuation)

Jing’s condo was raided and she was caught, together with other ML’s/FL’s in the same condo. They were deported within two days of being caught. That was what she told me, from her personal WeChat, after she returned to China. I told her I will miss her, which was the honest truth.

I had been seeing Jing for some 5 months. From the “cold beauty”, she had become an accommodating young lady who never failed to please me – visually attractive, good massage skills, quiet companionship and sexually hungry. As always, there will be risks working as an ML in Singapore; but I just wanted to say goodbye properly and have a nice meal together. Alas, it was not possible in Singapore as Jing left when I was still in Europe.

- - - - -

I landed at Bao’an international airport just before noon. It had been three weeks since I last saw Jing, and over two weeks after she was forced to return to China.

Her abrupt departure made me sad. It was not because I had lost a sexual partner; more so, I treated Jing as a friend, not a sex worker. It would have been a different feeling if she left as scheduled. Using my frequent flyer miles and hotel points, I decided to visit Jing in Shenzhen.

It was mid-afternoon when Jing texted. I was at the hotel and went downstairs to meet her. In just a few weeks since we last met, Jing had put on some 5kg. She was now a fuller bodied young lady, and as attractive as ever. We spent the afternoon at the hotel’s club lounge, sipping Chinese tea and chatting. Never the great conversationalist, she did manage to share that since coming back to China, she had been eating, sleeping and pampering herself. She was very surprised – but really appreciative – that I had specifically gone to Shenzhen to see her.

Jing wanted to treat me to an authentic local dinner. It took us only 5min by Didi (a-la Grab) to the restaurant. In the sea of people in this southern China metropolis, I saw a simple, determined young lady, trying to make the best of life. She had left her county several years ago to find work in Shenzhen.

Will you stay for the night, I asked Jing as we strolled past rows of crowded shops after dinner. She locked her arm onto mine. “Ni yao?” (you want?), she chuckled. I did not know how to reply. I did not have to. Just joking, she said. She then said she would need to go home to get her toiletries and fresh clothes.

While Jing and I spent the afternoon at the hotel club lounge, we did not go to my room. And I made no mention that I was a VVIP guest of the hotel. The closest hint she got was, every time I made eye made contact with a staff, sometimes unintentionally, the staff would address me by name and standby for instructions. Unknown to Jing, I had been assigned an executive suite. Unknown to Jing, I am a global premium member of the international hotel chain. In short, the hotel was very eager to please guest profiles like mine.

There’s a few shops you may like, at the mall adjoining the hotel complex, I told Jing. She declined. Too expensive, she declared. That’s why I like Jing. She never took advantage of my generosity. As it turned out, Jing said she will just wear back the same clothes for the next day, and use my toiletries, so we don’t need to spend unnecessarily. We took a long walk back to the hotel, I was happy to soak in the sights and sounds of the bustling city.

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I opened the room door and Jing froze. It had a magnificent 180-degree view of the impressive, lighted sky line of the city. I noticed the message light blinking on the hotel phone. I called the Club Manager as requested. Meanwhile, Jing wandered off, presumably to tour the suite – it was about 1,000 sq. feet – a living room leading into a huge bedroom, a smartly designed walk-in wardrobe, and a generous shower area.

The Club Manager wanted to check if I was back in the room, so he could deliver fresh fruits and the usual complimentary bottle of wine. I requested for a set of female toiletries, a lady’s bath robe and if Ah Yi (housekeeper) can help me prepare a petal bath. The beauty of being a VVIP, the manager was very discrete. No questions asked. As you may know, in China (and elsewhere), room visitors are required to register after 10pm. It was waived for me.

Jing was soaking in the long bath, scented by fresh flower petals which covered her modesty. She was sipping red wine, when I walked into the huge bathroom.

Done with your emails, she asked me. I nodded. I just wanted to get work stuff out of the way before I enjoyed the rest of the evening. The tent in my boxer shorts was obvious. It’s been a while since I was intimate with Jing. Seeing her in the bath tub gave me a hormone rush. Take a shower and I will give you a head massage later, Jing said. With that, she placed a wet towel on her face. I shaved, took a shower, and went to the living room, and watched a singing talent show on TV.

Jing joined me on the couch. The bathrobe fitted her very nicely. And she smelt great! We finished watching the singing show, sharing our views about the contestants along the way. She took my hand and led me into the bedroom. The first thing she did was to dim the lights.

“Wo pang le” (I’ve put on weight), she said, as she sat on the bedside.

“Shi ma? (really?). Wo kan kan (let me see)”, I suggested. I removed Jing’s bath robe. A womanly, voluptuous body greeted me.

(To be continued)

juzz

30-09-2021, 12:04 AM

Thanks for sharing. Upzz! 😊

zeusfist

30-09-2021, 05:13 AM

Thank you for sharing bro. makes me go back in memories with my own experience

wattonhenry

30-09-2021, 08:46 PM

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30-09-2021, 09:30 PM

Thanks for sharing. Upzz! 😊

Much appreciated, bro!

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30-09-2021, 09:32 PM

Thank you for sharing bro. makes me go back in memories with my own experience

Happy for you that it brings back fond memories. The journey (adventures) (lust) of life... :D

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30-09-2021, 09:33 PM

Clap clap clap - good story - please continue! :) I really enjoyed every installment of your story. More than Disney+‘s what if. ;)

Hey again bro, thanks as always!

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30-09-2021, 09:37 PM

(Continuation)

I removed Jing’s bathrobe. A womanly, voluptuous body greeted me.

Jing sat cross-legged and put a pillow across her lap. She motioned for me rest my head on the pillow, and started giving me a wonderful head and face massage (she was a beautician pre-Singapore ML days). I felt her sincere, loving touch. It was so soothing, I was threatening to snooze off. Just that my cock would not let me.

My hands reached out to her breasts. Back in Singapore, she had a lithe, almost athletic body, with 33B breast size. Now, I felt a pair of 34C. Admittedly, she was fleshier than before, but it felt good! I sat up and sucked on her protruding nipples. I swept the pillow away from her lap and touched her pussy. Yes, she was already wet.

“Wo yao” (I want it), she whispered shyly.

We made love like a sex-starved couple. The last person I made love to was Jing, some three weeks ago. Now I was fucking her like there was no tomorrow. Jing was moaning loudly, there was no more hand-covering-mouth to muffle her lust. We must have been at it for close to an hour, before we both collapsed in exhaustion and sweat.

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I heard the hair-dryer being uses. In the bathroom, Jing was drying her panties, which she apparently hand washed the night before. My morning wood was obvious. But she ignored it. Can I wear your shirt, she asked. I just nodded and went into the shower.

When I finished showering, she had put on my white shirt, sleeves rolled up. It was the perfect “boyfriend shirt” look. She also wore my navy blue baseball cap. The overall look went well – my cap and shirt, and her jeans and sneakers. We went downstairs for breakfast.

I had never been to a “proper, clean spa” in Shenzhen, I told Jing at breakfast. Through the years of business travel, I had been to Shenzhen a few times. On two occasions, my business associates took me to “men’s paradise” – the kind of sauna place where rock and roll dreams come true…

That afternoon, we skipped lunch (after a heavy breakfast), drinking coffee at a fancy café and people watching. It was interesting. We then made our way to a proper, clean spa. There were couples at the spa, but it was mostly small groups of women who came to have their nails done, faces cleansed and for legit massage. Jing and I did the same. Additionally, I wanted my ears waxed.

We took a couple’s room for the massage. In the changing area, Jing gave me a serious look. Don’t get a hard-on, she cautioned me. By the time she stripped, my cock was hard. I walked awkwardly to the massage bed in my bathrobe. I was glad to lay face down, artificially supressing my erection.

It was my second and final night in Shenzhen before my flight back to Singapore the next day. We were both feeling relaxed and rejuvenated following the afternoon’s pampering at the spa. That evening, the temperature dipped a few degrees as autumn set-in.

We cuddled in bed, watching a funny talk show on TV. I ran my fingers over her smooth skin and curvaceous body underneath the duvet. We were both naked. And I was getting hornier by the minute. Inevitably, I dived under the duvet and started eating her pussy. After a while, it was a tad too warm underneath the duvet. Pushing it aside, I applied my “thumb and index finger” approach, like I did with Jing back in Singapore. Holding onto my big cock, I inserted 2cm of my cock into her vagina. The sensation we both experienced transformed us into sex addicts in a heartbeat. We made out for over an hour, and Jing proudly drenched the bedsheets. My condom was laced with her white juice. And the bedroom reeked of sex.

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I kissed Jing goodbye, and she alighted from the cab and walked into her “xiao qu” (little estate/community) where she lived. The cab continued the journey to the airport for my afternoon flight. I did not know when, or if, I will meet Jing again. But there was a sense of “closure”. To be able to see her again after her abrupt departure from Singapore when I was overseas. There was a warm glow in my heart.

(To be continued)

captain96sg

01-10-2021, 04:24 PM

Excellent story TS, please keep going :)

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01-10-2021, 09:46 PM

Excellent story TS, please keep going :)

Aye, aye, Captain :D !

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01-10-2021, 09:51 PM

(Continuation)

I did not know when, or if, I will meet Jing again. But there was a sense of “closure”. To be able to see her again after her abrupt departure from Singapore when I was overseas. There was a warm glow in my heart.

Maybe lady luck was smiling on us. Two months later, I would meet Jing again, but not in Shenzhen.

It was early in the New Year and Hong Kong was going through an unusual cold snap. The client had asked to meet me in HK. I informed Jing in advance, my plan was to go to Shenzhen after HK.

“Wo qu Xiang Gang zhao ni” (see you in HK), Jing suggested instead.

Just before 9pm, Jing texted me when she was at the hotel lobby. I went downstairs and fetched her to my room. She had come directly from Shenzhen. I noticed she only had a small handbag - Jing had to return to Shenzhen that night, due to prior commitments the following day. I was a little confused but did not ask. Because I would have finished my meetings the next day and can be in Shenzhen in time for dinner.

Jing asked if she could take a shower and just chill out in my room, as she have had a hectic day, and another busy day tomorrow. Obviously I agreed.

Jing tucked herself comfortably in bed after her shower, channel surfing. I showered and hopped into bed with Jing. I was mindful Jing probably needed to leave in a couple of hours. And as a gentleman - not a sex-craving punter - we should just watch TV and enjoy each other’s company without engaging in anything sexual.

But Jing had other thoughts. Within minutes after I joined her in bed, she slipped her hand into my boxer shorts.

It’s hard and you’re salivating, she told me in Chinese, referring to my cock. I put my hand underneath her bathrobe. She stopped me from sliding my hand closer to her pussy. Instead, she guided my hand onto her breasts. They were soft and warm. And the nips were hardening. We started kissing. In no time, I had pulled her bathrobe aside and removed my boxer shorts. We made sweet love. Just after 11pm, I accompanied Jing downstairs to get a taxi. It was surreal. She would have commuted 2-3 hours two-way, to spent just 2 hours with me. I expressed my deep appreciation to her, for coming to meet me.

“Ming wan hui lai, ni pei wo liang tian”, Jing told me at the lobby. She walked swiftly to the empty taxi stand and boarded the taxi. I returned to my room and went online to make some flight and hotel arrangements. I was extending my stay in HK.

(To be continued)

vavaria

01-10-2021, 10:36 PM

Camping to read more updates!

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01-10-2021, 11:54 PM

Camping to read more updates!

Happy to oblige, bro!

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02-10-2021, 12:08 AM

(Continuation)

I was extending my stay in HK.

Typical of Jing, she was a person of few words. Or perhaps she had her own reasons for only telling me, at the last minute, she would be back in HK the following night.

I changed my flight online. I also redeemed two nights at my preferred hotel. (The client had booked/paid my room, and I did not need them to know I was extending my HK stay).

After the client lunch the following day, I checked-out of the Shangri-la Hotel in Pacific Place. It was a great hotel, but not my preferred one. I took a cab for the short 5min ride to my preferred hotel. It was the same hotel brand that I had, two months earlier, stayed with Jing in Shenzhen. As always, I enjoy VVIP status with them. With a complimentary upgrade, despite being a redemption, I checked into an executive suite. I headed out to buy some clothes, which I sometimes do in HK, but more so because I’m staying an additional couple of days and needed something more casual.

Jing texted me when I was paying for my shopping in Causeway Bay. She said she would arrive around 8pm. I sent her my hotel address. She remembered the hotel brand, and acknowledged with a cheeky emoticon.

It was Friday evening and the Club Lounge was quiet, as most business travellers had left. It was a little chilly outside and I decided to check out the lounge’s winter spread for happy hour, which was highly commendable. The harbour view made it more inviting.

Jing was early. Just after 7pm, she texted from the lobby. I had just started on my lobster bisque. I took off my napkin and prepared to go downstairs to fetch her. The manager came to me; she suggested my guest can be accompanied upstairs by the Concierge (elevator key card required), and she will take care of the rest. I texted Jing to go see the Concierge.

In a couple of minutes, the manager led Jing to my table. She was obviously impressed but tried not to show it. We savoured the fusion spread and sampled a couple of wines. All the while, colourfully-lit boats sailed casually in the harbour, adding to the majestic backdrop framed by floor-to-ceiling glass panels.

What do you do, Jing finally asked me, unable to contain her curiosity anymore, making reference to my work. I told her I was a salesman. She laughed. It was the first time that I had seen her laugh. I said I wanted to smoke, let’s go back to the room (smoking not allowed at the club lounge).

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I carried Jing’s Longchamp Le Pliage travel bag, and bid the attentive staff at the club lounge goodnight. The manager handed me a bottle of Chandon Brut Rose. It was not an expensive item, but it was the thought that counted. “See you for breakfast, Mr. X?”, the manager asked. “10am for two, please. Have a good evening”, I smiled.

Jing sank onto the leather sofa as soon as we entered the room. She was wide-eyed. “You shi tao fang?” (suite room again?). Maybe they are full, so I got upgraded, I made it up. She had a good appetite at the lounge. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, without removing it, remarking on the delicious spread we had earlier. I closed in, removed her sneakers and placed her feet on the coffee table. I poured the Rose and we started smoking, enjoying the amazing harbour view and the neon lights that characterised Tsim Sha Tsui.

I’m tired, I will shower and rest, Jing said. “Hao ba” (OK), I replied. I have always respected people’s private space, and Jing was no different. I lighted another cigarette and looked at my phone messages. Jing made her way into the bathroom via the bedroom.

“Hai bu guo lai?” (not coming?), Jing called out. I had just finished my cigarette. Well, that much for giving her “me time” and space, I told myself. In HK, there were a few “firsts” for me with Jing. At the lounge, she laughed (1st “first”) when I told her I worked as a humble salesman. Now the 2nd “first” – we were going to shower together.

The rainforest shower head ensured that both of us were equally wet underneath it. We explored each other’s body erotically and kissed as the glass panels in the bathroom steamed up. As I had, expectedly, developed a solid hard-on, Jing could easily wash my earnest big cock. Her touches made it even harder. I licked her nipples under the running water, closed my eyes and imagined myself in a JAV setting. It didn’t last long. Jing turned off the water. Sheepishly, I wiped myself dry as Jing had proceeded to blow dry her hair.

Back in the bedroom, I adjusted the temperature higher. I habitually slept in the nude when I was in a hotel room. Jing knew it (from our Shenzhen stay). She went to bed stark naked, too. The duvet was very comfortable. But even more comfortable, was sleeping next to Jing, her warm body touching mine. I wasn’t sleepy, and the various wine at dinner was now making me frisky. I looked at Jing. She was not asleep. Through the dimmed bedside lighting, I saw a sparkle in her eye.

Jing lowered herself from the pillow and in a flash, she was licking the tip of my cock.

(To be continued)

Joannabass

02-10-2021, 12:38 AM

Camping for more steamy updates! :)

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02-10-2021, 01:53 AM

Camping for more steamy updates! :)

Hi sis (?), I hope my revelations makes you hot and steamy, and…

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02-10-2021, 02:02 AM

(Continuation)

Jing lowered herself from the pillow and in a flash, she was licking the tip of my cock.

This was the 3rd “first” – Jing had never mouthed my cock in Singapore, nor in Shenzhen. And on my part, I never dictated how my female companion should arouse me. I just go with the flow.

She was giving me a taste of my own medicine. I had frequently aroused Jing by inserting my cock, cm by cm, into her wet pussy. I had also inserted the whole length of my cock, deep into her, only to pull it out and “deny” her, before doing it all over again, and again. Now she was blowing me in a similar fashion. Bit by bit, fully engulfed, withdrawn, back to deep throat,…

I knew I was going to spray into her mouth at the rate which she was going, so I stopped her and capped myself. Jing was impatient. She instantly adopted a starfish position, took my cock, and rubbed it at the entrance of her pussy. When she was ready, she inserted my whole cock into her love cave. I could not stop ramming her, as her love juice began to leave white patches on her pussy hair. It dawned on me that I was having sexual intercourse for the first time in two months. My last partner was, well, Jing, in Shenzhen. I ejaculated with a loud grunt which drowned out Jing’s lusty moans.

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We mostly window shopped as Jing proved, once again, she was a thrifty person, even if I was generous. But she really liked the sweater that I was wearing, which I had bought from Tokyo the previous winter.

On our second night in HK, we had dinner in Kowloon and took a ferry back to the hotel in Wanchai. I had done it several times through the years, but it was certainly a new experience for Jing. She held my hand tightly as the winter breeze brushed against our faces as we crossed the harbour by sea. I was feeling very happy. I knew she felt likewise.

The 4th “first” happened that night.

When the ferry arrived in Wanchai, Jing adjusted my scarf to make sure my neck was well protected from the wind. It took about 10min to walk back to the hotel. As we took in the cold, fresh air, she asked, do you like to poke from the back? The way it came across in Chinese could mean two things: do you do anal, or do you like doggy.

Being in HK, and knowing Cantonese, I replied I’m not a “si fatt kwai” (those who understand Cantonese, its colloquially “I’m not a backside man” or I don’t fuck (a person’s) asshole). Shortly we were in the comfort of our suite.

We washed up and lay in bed. I wanted to watch Premier League live (I know Jing likes football too). But she had a better suggestion. She tuned into the hotel music channel which played romantic, instrumental repertoire. The mood was set.

I don’t know when we will meet again, Jing said. She began to plant kisses from my neck and moved southwards, cumulating in a furious BBBJ. I want you to fuck me from behind, she requested. And I mean poking into my pussy, she clarified.

Holding Jing’s waist, I whipped my stiff cock on her bums. She had pretty much maintained her weight since Shenzhen. Whereas in Singapore she was slim and had proportionately less fleshy bums, now she is “fuller” all-round, which meant a nice, meaty ass for the taking.

It was easy to insert my penis into her vagina from the back. I am blessed with a long, robust cock when stimulated, and Jing had always been easily wet. Being the first time copulating in that position, I tried to be gentle, sliding my cock inside her rhythmically from the back. But I am a visual animal. Seeing how her ass bounced and her breasts swayed, plus the “piak piak” noise from my actions, I turned into an alpha male and started pounding her at top gear. Jing buried her head intermittently into the pillow, muffling her cries of joy. But I did make out a few words, “hao meng” (aggressive), “cha wo” (poke me), which optimized my lust and inspired me to give Jing the best fuck of her life.

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Jing accompanied me to Central, where the Airport Express train took only 25min to the airport. I gave her my sweater, the one which she liked a lot. Keep it for me; plus, it has my smell, too, I said.

“Bian tai!” (pervert!), Jing shot back with a wide smile. She tied the sweater around her neck. We kissed and parted. It was always very nice to be with Jing. I hope to see her again.

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02-10-2021, 11:02 PM

(Continuation)

“Bian tai!” (pervert!), Jing shot back with a wide smile. She tied the sweater around her neck. We kissed and parted. It was always very nice to be with Jing. I hope to see her again.

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Fast forward. Time flies. It’s been several years since Jing left Singapore. I continued to meet her, overseas, three or four times a year, almost always during work trips. Due to our respective work commitments (she works in retail), it was not always possible to meet for meals. Inevitably, the usual arrangement had been Jing coming to my hotel bar for drinks after 10pm. She always stayed for the night, and we continued to have a sexual relationship.

Jing owes me nothing, and vice-versa. The friendship remains; I guess our mutual attraction also remains - otherwise, I find it difficult to explain why we still meet a few times a year and continue to sleep together.

I was last with Jing in 2019, then covid hit early 2020 and I stopped traveling for work and leisure altogether. But we stay in touch, and I still “see” her digitally. I knew when she took her covid vaccination. I knew when she had a new hair style. And so on. And they were not WeChat moments. She would text me, “hey I did this” and we would be chatting like it was only yesterday that we saw each other in Singapore…..

When it is more convenient to travel again, I would visit Jing. It does not matter if we end up being intimate. I just want to catch-up with my old friend, Jing…

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Next: Under the Radar (2) – Adventures with the Boobs Queen!

wattonhenry

03-10-2021, 12:01 AM

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03-10-2021, 12:43 AM

Nice stories, very nice stories. I like the one with Jing the most though. Sounds like a fun lifestyle you are having!

It’s a trade-off, bro. Frequent business travel, nice hotels, fancy restaurants, flexi schedules are exchanged for relentless pursuit of corporate profits. I’m just a corporate slave, trying to have some fun along the way :D

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03-10-2021, 01:52 AM

Under the Radar (2) – Adventures with the Boobs Queen!

Risks and rewards apply to various facets in life, including indulgence in the ML scene.

After an exceptionally busy (and stressful) stretch at work, I took a couple of days off to do absolutely fuck-all, and simply rest.

Resting is an investment in well-being. And well-being for me, includes being re-energized via treatments that stimulate the mind, body and soul. Such as a relaxing massage, ideally by a chio bu who delivers a good jerk-off too!

Resting at home, the sudden urge to do this surfaced after midnight. After some online browsing and several text messages later, Luna (not her real work name) was the sole reply I received. She was available at 2am. The address was a restaurant in a quiet part of Geylang. I re-looked at Luna’s online profile and blurred photos, which at best served as a rough guide, and at worst, a complete scam.

High risk, I thought. I mean, ordinarily, who would accept a 2am appointment for a first-time customer? Nevertheless, I took the risk and parked opposite the given address. I texted Luna, and with her instructions, I ended up in a second storey shophouse unit, partitioned with several rooms.

First impression along the dim corridor leading to her partitioned room: she’s short (under 1.6m), has big boobs, and nice facial features from the minimal lighting available. Her room was only slightly brighter than the corridor, but it was good enough to see Luna properly. She’s beautiful! And those racks must be at least 34C!

You can undress here and use the bathroom at the end of floor, she said, passing me a towel. I took my cross-body bag with me to the shower - I was not going to leave my phone, wallet and car key behind. The bathroom, though small, was clean. It was just 10m or so away from her room.

As Luna started her massage, I knew she was not a trained masseur. But that was ok. I found her to be friendly and hardworking. When it was time for sensual, Luna removed her baggy t-shirt. I felt like I struck lottery – she had snow white skin with very smooth complexion and humongous 36D breasts (she told me the exact size later), which miraculously only sagged a little, for its size. She did not wear a bra, but was insistent on not removing her shorts.

I played with her breasts like a kid with a new toy. She inched even closer to me and encouraged me to suck on those massive, naturally soft breasts. Despite my not insubstantial exposure to ML breasts, hers was impressive and definitely rank as my top two. (The other being Hope, a beautiful young lass with 34C knockers, who was at a Farrer Park condo previously).

I feasted on Luna’s breasts as if it was my last meal , and Luna’s tiny fingers magically milked a whole load of sperm which sprayed onto my body, her body and the bed. It was quite a sticky mess. She inspected the mess I made and remarked “Ke lian, duo jiu le?” (pitiful (you), how long has it been?)

I liked Luna’s friendly demeanour and her cheekiness. But most of all, I liked her snow white body with her all-natural 36D breasts as centrepiece. She would have been a stunner if she was taller (she was only 1.56m) and had a smaller waist (I think she was about 28 inches).

Just an hour ago, I still felt Luna was a high risk choice, to meet a new ML with no reviews at 2am in the red light district. An hour later, I felt rewarded…

I drove home in the still of night, drained (of sperm) and replaying her 36D boobs in my face. My adventures with the Boobs Queen had just begun…

Sidenote: Like Jing in my previous story, Luna wanted a low profile. However, customers (bros) were so fascinated by her, she became a popular but elusive ML in SBF. I am not using her work name, to avoid potential future issues, as this well-known for topless-only ML, became my sex doll.

(To be continued)

gunner88

03-10-2021, 12:32 PM

Hi Bro great sharing. Your experience with Jing reminds me of the enjoyable times I had pre Covid when I could travel to China and Hong Kong regularly to meet my lady friend who stayed in Shenzhen. I am still in touch with her. Waiting earnestly for China to open the borders, I do miss my lady friend very much.

ahpow3

03-10-2021, 11:09 PM

Very nice story, hope to read more! :)

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03-10-2021, 11:16 PM

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03-10-2021, 11:17 PM

Very nice story, hope to read more! :)

Thank you, bro. Here you go...

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03-10-2021, 11:18 PM

(Continuation)

I drove home in the still of night, drained (of sperm) and replaying her 36D boobs in my face.

I could not shake off Luna’s image in my mind even two days later. Perhaps I had been severely deprived of a near-perfect set of 36D breasts for too long. I decided the best way to shake off the thought was to re-visit the subject matter; then, the novelty may diminish and the reverse effect of “absence makes the heart fonder” may set-in.

“Jin wan ji dian kong?” (what time are you free tonight?), I texted Luna. She replied with a new address. It was a convenient but high foot traffic location. Best to go after the shops and restaurants close. I arranged to meet her at 11pm.

Luna’s new place with a fairly new apartment. She kept it spick and span. I felt comfortable.

I asked Luna if she could massage me topless. But you can’t see when you are face down, she said in Chinese. Nevertheless, she took off her t-shirt and I caught a glimpse of her attractive body from the corner of my eye.

You have such huge breasts, can you massage my back with them, I requested. Luna slapped my back but obliged. Now that I am no longer a “stranger”, she was more responsive and talkative. She was curious about certain aspects of Singapore life. I felt I was building up a good chemistry with her.

“Zhuan guo lai ba” (turn around), she said. My sturdy cock sprang up when I turned around, it had already been aroused during her breast rub on my back earlier. Now, with her topless body and alluring tits staring at me, my cock got even more excited, harder, thicker and a wee bit longer.

“Hao da tiao” (so big), she complimented. I know MLs can have a sweet tongue. But I myself agreed that my cock was having an exceptional response, it definitely was bigger than what it was when I first met her. She did not attempt to jerk me off. She was playing with my cock, using her fingers to send tingling sensations through my lengthy rod.

“Zhen de hao piao liang” (really beautiful), she continued, while stroking my manhood.

“Yao ma?” (want it?), I offered.

“Bu zhi dao” (don’t know), she replied without looking at me. I slipped my hand underneath her shorts and touched her panties. It was damp.

“Ni dou chu shui le”(you are already wet), I said.

Luna appeared to genuinely like my cock, and her wet pussy concurred. However, she was undecided if she should experience what she like. I was in a good place…..

(To be continued)

cygnono

04-10-2021, 01:18 PM

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04-10-2021, 11:47 PM

Support nice story and camping for more! :)

Thanks, bro!

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04-10-2021, 11:50 PM

(Continuation)

Luna appeared to genuinely like my cock, and her wet pussy concurred. However, she was undecided if she should experience what she like. I was in a good place…..

I slipped a finger underneath her panties and she slapped my hand. You’re going to make me horny, she snapped at me in Chinese.

Which was precisely my intention. I rubbed her pussy through her panties, and this time, Luna did not stop me, as she continued stroking my cock, now gluey with pre-cum.. I could also feel her cunt juice permeating her panties.

“Ni you tao?” (you have condom?), she asked. I nodded and swiftly reached out for my bag, which I kept (handily) on the floor next to the bed.

“Wo jing gao ni, ni bie gao su bie ren!” (I’m warning you, you better not tell anyone!), Luna commanded. Despite the “threat”, it was music to my ears. I made Luna lay down on bed, and I pulled down her shorts, revealing a cute, black panties with a small ribbon at the waistline. I pulled down her panties, and a sexy pair of pussy lips greeted me. She was not very hairy.

I was about to dive, tongue first, into her wet pussy, when she stopped me. “Bu neng tian!” (don’t lick), she cried out. Luna guided my capped cock slowly into her pussy. “Man yi dian” (slowly), she said. “Hao da” (very big).

I was operating on low-to-medium mode as I slowly, but surely, built up the momentum that Luna was comfortable with. It was hard work. It’s been a while since I had, what I would call, “a slow fuck” – sliding in and out at a measured pace, concurrently sensing if she wanted to heighten the tempo, or not. But the best part of slow fucking Luna was seeing how her 36D breasts would vibrate like jelly. If a certain credit card brand would align with porn, the scene would aptly be “Priceless”.

The pent-up sexual tension accumulated in the process of slow fucking was a worthwhile endeavour. When she was “getting there”, Luna wrapped her legs around my lower body and commanded that I deep dived at speed. Almost gleefully, I ripped into her tiny love hole and drilled her till her bouncing breasts struck each other which such intensity, I swear there tiny “thud thud” sounds!

I became a regular of Luna’s, but not primarily because of the sex. Over the weeks and months, Luna became more adventurous and despite her fiery character, she was also an obedient student. She was, willingly, like my sex doll.

(To be continued)

haroit

06-10-2021, 08:47 AM

As always la great share! Always fascinated to see how you turn not FL to your personal FLs haha

Zomb1369

06-10-2021, 04:23 PM

Nice story bro, please continue

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06-10-2021, 09:44 PM

As always la great share! Always fascinated to see how you turn not FL to your personal FLs haha

Bro, I would say over 50 percent depends on luck and chemistry in getting an ML to make love willingly, at no additional cost. The rest is down to being pleasant and generally well-groomed - I’ve heard from ML’s some customers’ bad breadth, dirty nails and not-clean clothes, are a big turn-off.

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07-10-2021, 01:05 AM

(Continuation)

Over the weeks and months, Luna became more adventurous and despite her fiery character, she was also an obedient student. She was, willingly, like my sex doll.

Luna was almost elusive. She kept a low profile, asking customers not to write reports in the (SBF) forum. She also limited herself to 6 or so customers daily. Inevitably, there would be mentions of Luna in the forum, and when she received too much attention, she would pull her online ads. Luna was on a long-term work pass, and had quietly built a pool of regular customers. I only found out about these a couple of months after I became her regular.

While Luna was friendly, she can also be fiery. In the roughly 15-month period I visited Luna, she would be the “gatekeeper” – she dictated when and what was to be “served” (off-menu items); I erred on the side of caution, to “preserve” opportunities to be intimate with her, by taking the position not to initiate any off-menu items, and just go with the flow.

And unlike Jing (my previous story), Luna was more talkative and adventurous. I never worked out if she was just playing along, or pretended to be innocent. Nevertheless, I enjoyed whichever way that Luna chose to get me off.

I had shown a video clip of “sumata” (non-penetrative sex act) to Luna. It involved the rubbing/grinding of the pussy on a dick. She was intrigued and interested to try it. After a shaky start, she got the drift and it became one of our popular activities. After oiling my penis, she would climb on top of me and slide her bums/pussy up-and-down my erected penis repeatedly. Occasionally, my penis head would very marginally slip into her love hole, and she would hurriedly re-adjust her position. I ejaculated several times this way, while grabbing her soft, massive tits. I noticed that Luna liked it too - I think it brought her erotic pleasure without the penetration. But on one rare occasion, she got really high, “kuai qu na tao” (quick get your condom), and we ended up fucking.

Seeing that she was open to suggestions, in a subsequent session, I showed how a montage of breast fuck clips. Once again, she was game to try.

I also COB (Come On Breast) with Luna, courtesy of her conducive pair of 36D’s. As she was not keen to be on top, I would partial kneel/rest lightly on her body and shoved my oily cock in-between her massive twin peaks. Ever the obedient student, Luna would squeeze her breasts in a co-ordinated rhythm as I fucked her breasts. Each time I was about to eject, I would kneel down and spray onto her creamy white boobs while she took precaution by blocking her face with her hands. I felt she had a sense of satisfaction being able to make me ejaculate with her tits.

On a couple of occasions, she was on code red when I visited. Recalling one of the previous porn clips I showed her, Luna would ask me to lean against the wall, and sucked me dry (with condom) as I played with her breasts. Or it was a combination of covered blow job followed by a sensual hand job, without condom, that made me spray heartily into her breasts. The sight of my cum dripping down her body was really gratifying.

Through the months, meeting Luna was like playing with my personal sex doll. I knew that ultimately, I would ejaculate. But Luna decided how. Save for the times when she was on code red, she always started topless, and I would somehow “naturally” remove her panties as she progressed with her so-so massage. Luna would then “nominate” what she preferred, and I would “oblige” – sumata, COB, CBJ or a mixture of those. I didn’t keep a count, but sexual intercourse was initiated by her roughly every 4 to 5 visits. She had never said “zuo ai” (make love). Instead she would ask, coyly, “yao ma” (want it?). Which also meant “wo yao” (I want) for her.

All these while, Luna had never looked at what I paid her, since the day I met her. I usually put aside the standard massage fee + a nominal tip, neatly folded in my wallet. I simply gave her the folded notes as I was leaving, with two hands. Presumably she checked after I left. Regardless of how Luna got me off, it was the same “standard” cost. It was always a pleasure doing business with her, pun intended.

Luna left early last year for her CNY break. She had not returned since. Mid last year, she messaged me out of the blues – “remember to wear your mask”, she texted in Chinese. It was the last time we communicated. She did not reply to my subsequent messages. I guess she had moved on.

“Wo jing gao ni, ni bie gao su bie ren!” (I’m warning you, you better not tell anyone!), Luna commanded. Till today, I still vividly remember that incident, when I first got to make love with her. Those creamy white breasts, 36D no less, were glorious. I will remember my adventures with the Boobs Queen for a long time…

Next: OMG, You’re Nearby!

Sometimes, things don’t happen as planned. At other times, things happen unplanned! Which was what happened in my work trips, and it was not even in China. Coming up next…

wattonhenry

07-10-2021, 02:22 PM

Nice updates!

Stiebel

08-10-2021, 10:09 PM

Keep it coming TS. Enjoying this story. :)

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08-10-2021, 11:33 PM

Nice updates!

Hey bro! Have a nice weekend ahead!

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08-10-2021, 11:34 PM

Keep it coming TS. Enjoying this story. :)

Hi bro, thanks for your support!

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08-10-2021, 11:52 PM

OMG, You’re Nearby!

Sometimes, things don’t happen as planned. At other times, things happen unplanned! Which was what happened in my work trips, and it was not even in China.

Fala (if I recall her name correctly) was fairly popular. And understandably so. Tallish (1.65m) with a slim figure and decent 33B breasts, she had a beautiful face and provided a sexy massage service which ended with an erupting hand job. Reportedly, she offered sex at an additional cost, based on online chatter. I met Fala 4 or 5 times during her 2-month stint at Joo Chiat, for massage and HJ (I was not offered anything else, nor asked for it).

A few months after she left Singapore, I was surprised to receive a WeChat message from her. “Ni zai Jian Sha Ju?” (you are in Tsim Sha Tsui?), she asked. (I was in HK on a work trip). Apparently she was playing with the ‘People Nearby’ function and found me!

That night, I invited her to my hotel bar for drinks. Fala looked a little haggard, as compared to my memory of her in Singapore, but she was still attractive. After a few drinks accompanied by pulsating live music, we got touchy.

“Tai chao le” (too noisy), she said. Let’s go upstairs and rest, I suggested in Chinese. Fala volunteered to take a shower in my room, mentioning about the smoke, sweat and noise from the bar earlier.

I did not ask Fala if she was on vacation or otherwise. As you may know, many mainland Chinese women work in the sex industry in HK, including some who actually go to HK for vacation and pick up customers along the way.

It was clear to me Fala did not come to my room for nothing. Likewise, she probably guessed what I had in mind, inviting her to my hotel for drinks. Let's just say the feeling/intent was mutual.

It’s really fated that we meet again, I said to her when I came out of the bathroom. Fala, wearing a bathrobe, sat seductively on my bed, playing with her handphone. “Guo lai” (come over), she said. I pressed her down lightly till she lay snugly on the bed. With a single action, I unfastened her bathrobe and that familiar slim figure with a nice pair of breasts looked very welcoming. But most alluring to me was her pussy, guarded by a tiny bush – it was the first time I had seen it. (In Singapore, she always kept her panties on).

We didn’t talk, I simply started kissing all over her body, shifting her little by little so we could remove the unfastened bathrobe she was wearing. My cock was protruding excitedly in my boxer shorts, and she helped me remove it. Pinning me down, Fala returned the action by licking all over me. As she gave long strokes with her tongue on my erected cock, she looked lustily at me. “Dai tao” (wear condom). I took the condom (I had it on standby when Fala was showering) and gave it to Fala. She expertly slid the condom onto my attention-seeking cock with her mouth and continued blowing me for a good 10min. I was fingering her until she told me to go on top.

I never thought about wanting to fuck Fala in Singapore. At that time, I was happy with her sexy massage and skilful HJ. Months later, in HK, with her beautiful stark naked body at my mercy and a wet pussy to be had, plus a 5-star hotel room setting, it was the perfect opportunity to bang her.

I spinned my cock into her wet twat and fucked her furiously. For someone with a slim built, Fara took and enjoyed a good, hard pounding. We changed to doggy position as she got more wet. I got extremely turned-on by the creamy white discharge, i.e. her love juice, on my capped cock, as I watched my big cock slide in and out of her pussy from behind, leaving traces of cream on her buttocks. Knowing myself, I did not last long under those circumstances. I let out a victorious cry and unloaded into Fala, who collapsed face down onto the crispy white bed sheet, now slightly stained with our sweat and juices.

I helped Fala wear back her bathrobe, and I lighted a cigarette. She asked for a stick and joined me. Again, no real conversation. After smoking, Fala showered and changed. I pressed a HK$1,000 note (about S$200 then) into her hand. She smiled warmly and kissed me goodnight. I never heard from Fala again.

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Next:

Sydney was so waif thin, I could see her rib cage from certain angles. Although very tiny, her little breasts featured slightly protruded nipples which always seemed to be erected. Most important, she had a model face!

(To be continued)

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09-10-2021, 02:18 AM

(Continuation)

Sydney was so waif thin, I could see her rib cage from certain angles. Although tiny, her little breasts featured slightly protruded nipples which always seemed to be erected. Most importantly, she had a model face!

On a clear night, the KLCC Twin Towers is a magnificent sight - it was a small consolation for me as I sat in my hotel room at 9pm, plugged into a multi-party conference call with my European colleagues. Fortunately, it was not a video call; I took the call on the hotel phone in speaker mode, and was simultaneously playing with my mobile phone. In fact, I was contemplating to have “room service massage” after the call, and was scrolling through ‘People Nearby’ on my WeChat to check if there was anything interesting….

To my pleasant surprise, Sydney’s profile popped-up, she was within 300m away!

“Enjoying KL?”, I teased Sydney in English. “Where are you?” she shot back instantaneously. I sent her my (hotel) location and requested to meet her at 10pm. She agreed.

As my call ended way before 10pm, I went to the hotel bar for a quick drink. “I’m at the lobby”, Sydney texted me just after 10pm. I went downstairs and there she was: beautiful Sydney, skinny as before and looking fashionable. As I walked towards her, she opened her arms and we hugged for a few seconds. It was a good move. The security guy by the elevators took it that I was expecting a friend (technically correct), no questions asked and we entered the elevator. (I have seen ang mo guys asked to register their female friends after 10pm during my previous trips/stays).

Sydney was in Singapore several times over a 2-3 year period. Two things stood out for me – she had a model face, and spoke good English. I won’t consider myself her regular, visited her once or twice during each of her various stints. She was conscious of her thin body, and would only remove her top after the lights were dimmed for sensual/HJ. And she never allowed south roaming. But I really dig her look and enjoyed her dry humour, in English.

“Wow, very nice!”, she said as she inspected my room (which was actually a junior suite, upgraded again :)) “Two hours, S$220 and no sex!”, she declared, after making sure there was no one else in the huge space. I knew that was a premium, as I don’t need two hours and the rates were cheaper in KL. Nevertheless, I agreed, looking at the fashionably dressed, model-faced Sydney.

Some things are best unspoken. I prepared the jacuzzi, dimmed the lights, put on mood music and handed her a glass of red wine. Sydney dimmed the lights further, and carried my glass of wine to the jacuzzi. She stripped naked and showered, as I was shaving my evening stubble. She dipped into the jacuzzi and sipped her wine. I joined her in the large tub after rinsing. We had a nice chat while soaking in the jacuzzi, sipping wine. Like everyone, Sydney had her dreams, and I also came to know why she spoke good English, especially for a working class China girl. Felt like friends than just a paying customer.

In bed, Sydney gave her usual half-baked massage. The notable difference with Singapore was, Sydney was completely naked after the jacuzzi, instead of just removing her top pre-HJ. I caressed her thin but smooth body, and fondled her tiny little cute tits. She did not resist when I started to rub her pussy lips, but she said “No sex, please”.

As Sydney’s hairy pussy started to get moist with my twiddling, my desire to fuck her heightened. My cock just couldn’t stay still, as it throbbed on its own, pre-cum oozing. She took a tissue and wiped my cock, and sucked on it. She had never sucked my cock in Singapore. But it was short-lived.

“You’re going to come”, she said. She was right. I rate Sydney’s looks highly. When you have a model face blowing you and you really want to fuck her, it’s challenging not to ejaculate. Sydney’s 1-min BBBJ prepared me for a massive eruption and as she jerked me off, my load overflowed into her hands and onto my own body.

“Will you accompany me downstairs?”, Sydney asked. It was under two hours, I could sense she was a little tired and what’s more, I had already ejaculated. After we both washed up, I went to the lobby with her and saw her off in a taxi. Text me later, I told her.

“Good night”, Sydney texted me about half-an-hour later. “Zou tao”, I replied in pinyin. It means “rest early/goodnight” in Cantonese. It was the last communication I had with the pretty model face from Guangzhou, who was probably 23 years-old then.

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As I was recalling and writing my experiences with ML’s I first met in Singapore, and subsequently overseas (but not China), I started recalling Bao Bao (Baby) – from circa 2010. And Fang Fang, the mixed Chinese-Japanese girl. And also this girl, whom I can’t remember her name – let’s call her Angel (she was from “Blue Angel” if anyone remembers). All three were from the same era, when things were, simpler and much more fun! Let me dwell on my next chapter - “The Sino Exchange”.

JazzFHM

10-10-2021, 08:24 PM

Thanks for the story TS

wattonhenry

10-10-2021, 09:09 PM

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11-10-2021, 03:02 AM

The Sino Exchange

As I was recalling my experiences with ML’s I first met in Singapore and subsequently overseas (but not China), I started recalling Bao Bao (Baby) from circa 2010. And Fang Fang, the mixed Chinese-Japanese girl. And also this girl, whom I can’t remember her name – let’s call her Angel (she was from “Blue Angel” if anyone remembers). All three were from the same era, when things were simpler and much more fun!

Bao Bao

Face-wise, Bao Bao (Baby or BB) looked like a sales assistant in a Chinese department store, pleasant but nothing exceptional. Body-wise, her ample 36E boobs and bouncy butt were an absolute visual feast even when fully clothed.

BB was a full-service provider. She took pride in providing good customer service; I did not meet her until her last two, three months in Singapore (she was on a work permit). Back then, the “system” was to get a transit room in a pre-agreed hotel (of her choice) and notify her the room number. If they had loyalty points, I would had been a VIP member at Hotel 81 and Fragrance Hotel.

She was not tall, max 1.6m. But she had big, really big boobs that defied gravity. Her pair of 36E’s hung firmly and proudly on her curvaceous body. And the best part was they were soft to the touch and deliciously suck-able. The same could be said of her vagina. With just a tiny bush, her pussy peeped out curiously and invitingly. And her skin was fair and silky smooth.

A typical session with BB started with her helping me undress, and hanging up my clothes on the wall hooks (transit rooms mostly did not have wardrobes). She would use her massive boobs to soap me and thoroughly cleaned my cock ahead of some serious action later. In bed, BB habitually rubbed her breasts and pussy all over my body, epitomizing “body to body service” in the most physical sense. Her BBBJ was suction-based and she always looked me in the eye when sucking my cock. My favourite position with BB was missionary, the best “overview” of those bouncy big tits slamming each other as my cock worked overtime, gladly, to satisfy myself, and her. She enjoyed a hard pounding. She liked it rough, too, though I was less into that.

And after coming, BB would remove the condom and continued sucking my cock to make sure no drop of sperm was spared. Such was the level of service and intensity, which easily compensated for her GND looks.

BB gave me her China mobile phone number during our last session in Singapore (prior to 2011, there was no WeChat). Thank you for supporting me, I would like to host you if you go to Beijing, BB told me in Chinese.

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A few months later, I had a Beijing work trip lined-up. I informed her I would be in Beijing for two nights the following week. To my pleasant surprise, she offered to meet me at the airport, host me (stay at her place), and arrange for sight-seeing. All for free. Because, she said, I had been kind to her. I explained it was going to be a short and busy business trip, but we should definitely have dinner.

I was waiting for BB at the hotel lobby as scheduled. From a short distance, I saw her with a bouquet of flowers! I was slightly embarrassed. But I was also heartened by the gesture, and her prior offer to be my personal host and guide. In Singapore, I enjoyed my time with BB because she always aimed to please, and exceeded expectations; I always treated her courteously, without prejudice about her vocation.

We went upstairs to my room to keep the flowers, and she left her winter coat in the wardrobe, as she had arranged dinner at the hotel’s adjoining mall, so we did not need to go outdoors in the near-freezing temperature on a dry, cold Beijing winter evening.

Over dinner, I learnt that BB started a small business and was also learning English. She even bought a car. She was grateful for the money she earned in Singapore, and thanked me again for my support. I felt humbled. She went to Singapore, worked in the world’s oldest profession, to embark on a better life back home.

After dinner, I suggested we go back to the hotel for a drink. The temperature had dropped further as the evening progressed, and I felt a glass, or two, of whiskey would be nice. BB was up for it, so shortly, we were at Redmoon, where we were entertained by an all-female, cheongsam-clad ensemble performing Western tunes in classical Chinese musical instruments. After the musicians finished their set, we went upstairs to my room.

“Wo neng pei ni ma?” (can I be with you?), BB asked. “Dang ran ke yi ya” (of course you can), I replied. BB explained that she rented a room (she’s not native to Beijing) about an hour’s drive from the hotel, and she wanted to experience staying in a cosy 5-star hotel room on a cold winter night.

To be honest, I had no expectations of BB. Since she treated me as a visiting friend, having dinner together was normal. But when she requested to stay over for the comfort of the hotel room, my heart softened. Maybe her living condition was not great. I would just let her have a good night’s rest.

BB took out her small toiletries pouch from her handbag and went to the bathroom. I could hear running water as she turned on the shower head. Some 5min later, the bathroom door opened. A whiff of warm air drifted into the bedroom. “Jing lai ba” (come in), she said. BB had steamed up the bathroom, it was warm and inviting.

Already naked and wearing just a shower cap, BB took my hand as I entered the bathroom after stripping. She showered me like a caring girlfriend. I realized how much I missed her showering me, how much I missed those massive breasts lathering my back, and front. She cleaned my hard cock with her mouth, using her tongue skilfully.

Beijing winter makes my skin dry. I had brought my own aromatherapy body oil. Back in the bedroom, I requested BB to apply a light layer of body oil on my back. She went beyond that. Effectively, she gave me a light massage with the oil. Then a familiar feeling. She had oiled her breasts and was rubbing them from my shoulders down to my calves. My erection got harder and harder against the mattress as I lay face down.

(To be continued)

wattonhenry

11-10-2021, 08:51 PM

Still camping and waiting for the next update. Support! :)

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11-10-2021, 10:06 PM

(Continuation)

Then a familiar feeling. She had oiled her breasts and was rubbing them from my shoulders down to my calves. My erection got harder and harder against the mattress as I lay face down.

I turned around to allow my suffocating cock some breathing space. BB pounced on it instantly with her mouth. I shut my eyes as she slurped on my massive tool hungrily for a short while. She then dripped a few drops of oil on my chest and spread the oil using her soft, enormous breasts, all over my body. She moved downwards and placed my long hard rod between the valley of her breasts. She clasped her breasts with her hands, sandwiching my drooling cock, and she started giving me a breast fuck.

“Shu fu ma?” (comfortable?), BB whispered. “Wo xiang yao” (I want <to have sex>), I said. BB literally sat on me and adjusted my cock to enter her pussy. I do not know if it’s the aromatherapy oil or she was already wet, but the feeling my cock head felt brushing her pussy hair was sensational. It’s my safe period, you can put it in, BB said. Although very tempting, especially with the sensation I was going through, I decided to play safe. I told BB I should wear a condom… “wan yi…” (just in case).

After helping me put on the condom, BB mounted me like a deprived woman and fucked me. I grabbed her oily breasts and squeezed her light brown nipples the way she always liked it. She switched to reverse cowgirl position and I marvelled at her stamina, seeing my cock sliding in-and-out, in-and-out, of her pussy from the back. I felt I needed to do some work too, instead of just laying down.

I moved her to doggy position and started whacking her from behind. Every time I tried to grab her breasts, my fingers just slipped away due to the oil. I ended up holding her waist tightly, slamming her so hard the “piak piak” sound echoed around the room, as BB’s voluminous cries of joys drove me to pump her even faster, and much harder. I was getting rough unconsciously. And BB was loving it. Don’t stop, don’t stop, she cried out in Chinese.

The erotic scene of two oily bodies copulating was unforgettable. As I fucked her hard from the back, I could see her massive breasts swinging uncontrollably from the sides. I eventually unloaded into her with a huge sigh of relief as I had been “holding on” for a while. She turned around, ripped off the condom and sank her mouth into my cock, sucking the last drops of sperm. It was déjà vu.

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BB woke me up. She was all dressed up. She had to leave. I suggested we have a quick breakfast, but she was already running late. Looked at my phone and it was approaching 8am. I kissed her goodbye. I found a small note next to the flowers she brought the night before, as I was packing to check out later that morning. Thank you for your kindness, wishing you good health and success, the handwritten note said.

A few weeks later, I sent BB a text to wish her Happy Lunar New Year. The number was no longer in use.

Next: Fang Fang, the mixed Chinese-Japanese girl.

chatshow

12-10-2021, 12:05 AM

Nice update TS, waiting for next!

wattonhenry

12-10-2021, 04:58 PM

How long ago did this happen? Did you try to look for BB after that?

(Continuation)

Then a familiar feeling. She had oiled her breasts and was rubbing them from my shoulders down to my calves. My erection got harder and harder against the mattress as I lay face down.

I turned around to allow my suffocating cock some breathing space. BB pounced on it instantly with her mouth. I shut my eyes as she slurped on my massive tool hungrily for a short while. She then dripped a few drops of oil on my chest and spread the oil using her soft, enormous breasts, all over my body. She moved downwards and placed my long hard rod between the valley of her breasts. She clasped her breasts with her hands, sandwiching my drooling cock, and she started giving me a breast fuck.

“Shu fu ma?” (comfortable?), BB whispered. “Wo xiang yao” (I want <to have sex>), I said. BB literally sat on me and adjusted my cock to enter her pussy. I do not know if it’s the aromatherapy oil or she was already wet, but the feeling my cock head felt brushing her pussy hair was sensational. It’s my safe period, you can put it in, BB said. Although very tempting, especially with the sensation I was going through, I decided to play safe. I told BB I should wear a condom… “wan yi…” (just in case).

After helping me put on the condom, BB mounted me like a deprived woman and fucked me. I grabbed her oily breasts and squeezed her light brown nipples the way she always liked it. She switched to reverse cowgirl position and I marvelled at her stamina, seeing my cock sliding in-and-out, in-and-out, of her pussy from the back. I felt I needed to do some work too, instead of just laying down.

I moved her to doggy position and started whacking her from behind. Every time I tried to grab her breasts, my fingers just slipped away due to the oil. I ended up holding her waist tightly, slamming her so hard the “piak piak” sound echoed around the room, as BB’s voluminous cries of joys drove me to pump her even faster, and much harder. I was getting rough unconsciously. And BB was loving it. Don’t stop, don’t stop, she cried out in Chinese.

The erotic scene of two oily bodies copulating was unforgettable. As I fucked her hard from the back, I could see her massive breasts swinging uncontrollably from the sides. I eventually unloaded into her with a huge sigh of relief as I had been “holding on” for a while. She turned around, ripped off the condom and sank her mouth into my cock, sucking the last drops of sperm. It was déjà vu.

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BB woke me up. She was all dressed up. She had to leave. I suggested we have a quick breakfast, but she was already running late. Looked at my phone and it was approaching 8am. I kissed her goodbye. I found a small note next to the flowers she brought the night before, as I was packing to check out later that morning. Thank you for your kindness, wishing you good health and success, the handwritten note said.

A few weeks later, I sent BB a text to wish her Happy Lunar New Year. The number was no longer in use.

Next: Fang Fang, the mixed Chinese-Japanese girl.

Bigcuriousboy

12-10-2021, 08:21 PM

Hi TS. Have really enjoyed reading all your exploits. They reminded me of my younger days and also when Chinese ML/FL were a lot more “real”. Continue to good work!

BarbosaNo9

12-10-2021, 10:19 PM

Enjoying this nice story, please keep going TS :)

Online2Offline

12-10-2021, 10:42 PM

How long ago did this happen? Did you try to look for BB after that?

BB was around 2010. I assume she moved on (to forget about her past in SGP), thus changed mobile phone number. Or she lost her phone and had not backed-up her data...

I think BB should be in her mid-late 30’s now. Wish her all the best!

Online2Offline

12-10-2021, 10:43 PM

Hi TS. Have really enjoyed reading all your exploits. They reminded me of my younger days and also when Chinese ML/FL were a lot more “real”. Continue to good work!

Hey bro, I’m with you! The China girls/ladies were definitely a lot more “real” back then. When I have time to write my next story – Fang Fang – she was as real as it got. I am still in touch with her now, a decade after she left SGP…

Thank you for your support!

iskandarsleep

12-10-2021, 11:05 PM

Amazing story, support and camping...

wattonhenry

12-10-2021, 11:14 PM

Nice 👍🏻 Waiting for your next installment. As a loyal reader, may I request for more chapters please. A bright spark for Covid, especially when trapped at home with OC.

Hey bro, I’m with you! The China girls/ladies were definitely a lot more “real” back then. When I have time to write my next story – Fang Fang – she was as real as it got. I am still in touch with her now, a decade after she left SGP…

Thank you for your support!

Online2Offline

13-10-2021, 01:53 AM

Amazing story, support and camping...

Thanks, bro, happy to share !

Online2Offline

13-10-2021, 01:56 AM

Nice 👍🏻 Waiting for your next installment. As a loyal reader, may I request for more chapters please. A bright spark for Covid, especially when trapped at home with OC.

Really appreciate your loyalty, bro. When time permits, I will continue to write. It also makes me happy, recalling the good/fun times, as we continue to re-set our lives in a covid world...

Online2Offline

13-10-2021, 02:03 AM

Fang Fang

Fang Fang (FF)’s dad is Japanese, and her mum is from China. Not too surprised since she’s from an area in Liaoning province where Japanese (and Korean) companies had set up manufacturing facilities for decades, and some expats married local women.

Given her mixed parentage, FF could pass off as Japanese or Chinese, if viewed strictly by facial features. But she exuded more Chinese characteristics, having been born and brought up in China. (Her father left the family and returned to Japan by himself when she was a child). That being said, she can be Japanese in some ways… including in bed :D

In the early 2010’s, there were many Chinese students in Singapore. FF was one of them who provided full services. In our first appointment, she wore a light cardigan, despite Singapore’s humid weather - it was to cover her white short-sleeve shirt and black skirt, her school unform. When she came into the room at Hotel 81, I was like “xue sheng mei” (school girl), I can deal with this!

FF was pretty, about 1.7m tall, slim with long legs. Although I prefer bigger breasts, FF’s 32B’s looked alright for her lanky frame. While she had a boyfriend before, I don’t think they had a colourful sexual relationship. Or maybe she was inexperienced and shy. In some ways, I liked it. Over the half-year or so that I met with FF, our sessions evolved from “light” to “multi-flavoured” experiences.

By our third or fourth meeting, FF proved to be a fast learner with a good memory. She remembered my preferences and I, too, got better at arousing her, faster. Part of her appeal was her realness – she was a young lady who opted into the vice trade and did so with her naivety, honesty and girlishness intact. And because it felt so natural when making love with FF, the sessions were filled with genuine passion and lust.

I need to rest my bums on the pillow, she would tell me in Chinese. Because that made her more comfortable, plus I could also penetrate deeper into her love hole more easily. On another occasion, the narrow-width mirror could only show the bed partially. She wanted to see how erotic it was to give me a BBBJ looking at the mirror, so she made me sit at the edge of the bed while she knelt on the floor to blow me – and we both could look at the mirror to enjoy the “set piece”. FF would do things that made me happy, and at the same time she would openly admit it was a new experience that she wanted to try. I remember folding my damp towel and placing it on the floor so she did not have to kneel on the rough (and dirty) floor carpet.

FF speaks Japanese, but my Nihongo is hopeless. However, I enjoy the dirty talk and slutty noises you get from JAV clips/movies, and after initial reservations (she felt it was too commercial and unnatural), FF relented. I told her to “switch to Japanese mode” when we made love. After I had rendered her comprehensively aroused (she liked to have her breasts licked in a circular motion; she also liked to hold my cock and rub it all over her hairy twat before inserting it into her dripping pussy), she would turn into a horny Japanese begging to be serviced. I would, at times, be amused at her self-discovery of her erogenous zones.

The weeks turned into months and I developed a friendly relationship with FF. Sometimes, if she had no appointment after our session, we would check out of the transit room together, she would have both hands attached to my elbow. For the untrained eye, it looked like an ordinary couple basking in the afterglow of an amazing shagging session.

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FF decided to return to China after her first academic year. I was a little disappointed that after five, six months of regular trysts, she was leaving. But it had been a sexually satisfying period. She was by far, the most “real” paid companion I had then. I knew I was going to miss her naivety and genuine desire to be pleased, and to please.

“Ru guo ni qu Shanghai, wo qu zhao ni” (if you go to Shanghai, I will visit you), FF told me after our farewell bonk in Singapore. She had never been to Shanghai before, and she wanted someone she could trust to accompany her. I never doubted what she said. After several months of mutual pleasuring and small talk, I can recognize her sincerity.

I would next meet Fang Fang in Shanghai, some three months after she left Singapore.

(To be continued)

bundeslega

13-10-2021, 10:21 PM

Very nice story, cannot stop reading...

Online2Offline

14-10-2021, 10:01 PM

Very nice story, cannot stop reading...

Thanks for your encouragement, bro!

Online2Offline

14-10-2021, 10:08 PM

(Continuation)

I would next meet Fang Fang in Shanghai, some three months after she left Singapore.

It was FF’s virgin trip to Shanghai. Despite it being a domestic flight from Dalian, FF arrived at Pudong international airport, which mostly served foreign airlines. I had finished my official business by Thursday lunch time, and decided to surprise FF by meeting her at the airport that evening.

Typical of airports in big Chinese cities, there’s a lot of people. And noise. I did not want to miss FF at the airport, so had asked that she texted me after she cleared customs. Based on her flight number and luggage carousel allocated, I was at the relevant waiting area.

Right after FF texted me, I saw her walking out. Elbowing my way past the small crowd, I stepped right in front of FF – she dropped her luggage and hugged me.

Are we taking the express train, she asked excitedly. The maglev (electric train) travelled at a top speed of over 300km/hr (at that time). You should try it at least once if you are in Shanghai. In just 10min, we arrived at Pudong city centre, where we transferred to a taxi to go to the hotel located at the Bund, across the river.

FF had put on a little weight, her chin was not as sharp as before. She stood at the edge of the room – a floor to ceiling glass panel – admiring the Pudong business district’s illuminated buildings with the Oriental Pearl Tower as the centre-piece, as leisure crafts sailed gayly along the Huangpu River.

It’s just like on TV, FF said calmly, admiring the night scene of Shanghai from our twenty-plus storey high room. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and she rested her head on me. I sensed FF felt the warmth and security of my presence in what is arguably China’s most developed city, especially being her first time in Shanghai.

We took a leisurely walk to a Shanghainese restaurant near Nanjing East Road for dinner. The buzz of the city, the eclectic mix of local shops and international brands, walking past people with different kinds of Chinese accents, they all made for a new and rich experience for FF.

We were perspiring after walking back to the hotel from dinner. By now, some of the bright lights were turned off, and fewer boats were cruising along the river. The view from the room became more sedate, and romantic. FF unpacked quickly and headed for the shower.

By the time I finished my shower, FF had already dozed off in bed. Poor girl, she must be exhausted after a long day on the road. I switched off the bedside lamp and lay next to her, though I was not sleepy. A minute or two later, FF placed her hand across my chest. She slept in a thin, cotton t-shirt and panties. I was only wearing my boxer shorts, shirtless. I began to feel FF’s breast on my elbow as she hugged me closer. The smooth skin of her long legs grazed across my body. And she was breathing into my neck. My cock began to have a small reaction in my shorts. FF was now kissing softly at my neck, and her hand detected the hardness in my shorts. She slipped her hand under my shorts and massage my balls. That only made my cock even harder. I placed my hand on her panties. It felt warm.

Without a word, FF moved down the bed and removed my shorts. She started blowing me. I stretched my hand to reach the bedside table, where I had placed the condom beside the phone. As FF intensified her BBBJ, I unwrapped the condom and gave it to her.

“Wo you lei, you yao” (I’m tired, I also want it), she said. I will serve you tonight, I told FF in Chinese. Adjusting the pillow for FF so she rested more comfortably, I removed her panties and slowly inserted my hard cock into her moist pussy. I rolled up her t-shirt so I could taste her nipples. It was a sexy sight – I was drilling her and kneading her breasts as her t-shirt became a crumpled mess at her shoulders. FF put her hand on my neck and brought my face closer to hers. We started frenching. I pumped her delightfully until I felt her body “weaken” and she let out a small cry. She had climaxed. I continued with several more thrusts before unloading my sperm into her.

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The next couple of days, I took FF to several touristy spots, which were also in her own bucket list. I saw a different side of FF – she was carefree and excited. I also saw the “little girl” in her, as she grabbed my hand each time she wanted to try something new, whether it was snack food, or a dress, or just looking at some souvenirs.

For each of the two subsequent night, we made it a point to be back at the room before it was too late, before the beautiful lights across the river were turned off, and before the brightly-lit boats retired for the night. It was to experience making love against the magnificent lighted backdrop that is so famously admired around the world.

To give you a sense of the lighted backdrop:
https://www.dreamstime.com/night-shot-shanghai-skyline-tour-boats-china-november-magnificent-pudong-area-including-oriental-pearl-tower-world-image105828652

FF’s palms would be against the floor-to-ceiling glass panel as I doggied her from behind. When she was tired, she would press her whole body against the glass panel, and I had to stand-fuck her. Another time, we fucked on the couch looking out at the river view. And in our final fuck, she insisted on riding me so she could have a full view of the magnificent Oriental Pearl Tower.

FF was very real. She just tells me straight up what she wants (to see, eat, or “how to” for sex). And not materialistic. Despite trying a few pieces of clothing, she eventually wanted none, saying she would have little use of them in her normal daily life. And she also preferred the subway/train where possible, as it was cheaper, and she could see more of local Shanghai.

It was Day 4 with FF and we had to head home respectively. Her flight was about an hour earlier than mine, so we went to the airport together. After she had collected her boarding pass at the domestic terminal, it was time to say goodbye. I don’t know if I will see her again, but I was very happy we met again in Shanghai. I gave her an SKII cosmetics pouch, which was a free gift I received during my flight to Shanghai when I bought duty free items. I had put RMB 5,000 (about S$900 then) inside the pouch. While FF did not ask for money in meeting with me in Shanghai, I felt I needed to give her something, at the very least to cover airfare which was probably a few hundred yuan.

I’m taking off soon, she texted me an hour later. Thank you for taking care of me, the message concluded.

I did not met Fang Fang again after Shanghai. We never really keep in touch. But every year, she would send me Lunar New Year greetings. I would also wish her happy birthday each year (I looked at her passport when we were at the airport). In a few weeks’ time, she would be 36. I can see her pictures on WeChat. She has matured into a beautiful lady, with shoulder-length hair. She still looks very attractive to me…..

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The shophouse along Tanjong Katong Road was forgettable. But the partitioned rooms on level two were done up nicely. “Blue Angels” had about four of five SYT’s. I was gobsmacked when I met her. I’ve forgotten her name. So I will just call her Angel.

Next: Finding Angel

Bigcuriousboy

15-10-2021, 01:15 AM

maomao34

15-10-2021, 11:41 AM

Whao bro... I stop all my work and read till page 8. Respect! Enjoy it... Thanks for all the updates!

VoNguyenGiap

15-10-2021, 04:59 PM

Very nicely written TS

Online2Offline

15-10-2021, 05:30 PM

Bro. Not sure what is your vintage but have you been to this place back in the (I think) late 90s/early 00s (too long ago so not sure). It’s in one of these flats behind the old red dot building which I think used to be accommodations for the police when red dot building was the old TP headquarters.

Anyways, this was the really early days of Chinese FL when they were a rarity. I still remember you need to know the password before they let you in. And the ladies were always in costumes.

Those were the good old days!!

Hi Bro, I started cheonging late 2000’s, I did not know about the place you mentioned around Maxwell Road. But not far from there, around Neil Road/Duxton area, I had fucked Sailor Moon, Snow White and a few other costumed characters. Upstairs of shophouse which required password/code to go up :D

Online2Offline

15-10-2021, 05:31 PM

Whao bro... I stop all my work and read till page 8. Respect! Enjoy it... Thanks for all the updates!

Hello bro, I trust your work break was worthwhile and stimulating :D

Online2Offline

15-10-2021, 05:32 PM

Very nicely written TS

Thank you for your support, bro, glad you liked it :)

Olympig2014

15-10-2021, 10:57 PM

Hi Bro, I started cheonging late 2000’s, I did not know about the place you mentioned around Maxwell Road. But not far from there, around Neil Road/Duxton area, I had fucked Sailor Moon, Snow White and a few other costumed characters. Upstairs of shophouse which required password/code to go up :D

And the fantastic service provided too :D

Online2Offline

15-10-2021, 11:23 PM

And the fantastic service provided too :D

A-ha! You tried them too! Fucking amazing service, pun intended!

Online2Offline

15-10-2021, 11:25 PM

Finding Angel

The shophouse along Tanjong Katong Road was forgettable. But the partitioned rooms on level two were done up nicely. “Blue Angels” had about four of five SYT’s. I was gobsmacked when I met her. I’ve forgotten her name. So I will just call her Angel.

The mobile phone number was operated by Mr. Pimp of “Blue Angels”. Sometimes, I take a leap of faith in the spirit of discovery. Because Mr. Pimp did not provide any photos, I went along the lines of “I will reject if she is not young and pretty”, which was what Mr. Pimp claimed to offer – China beauties with snow white skin, big boobs and under 25 years-old.

Finding a parking lot was a pain. I ended up parking along Wilkinson Road, a quiet low rise residential estate, pretending I was a visitor, albeit late at night. Walked to the given shophouse address and texted Mr. Pimp. The shophouse looked dilapidated. I was thinking maybe I should just leave. Then a small door a few metres away opened. I could only see the silhouette of a shapely lady as it was quite dark. Looked promising.

“Shang lai ba” (come on up), she said, as she shut the door and led me up the unlit staircase. She used her mobile phone to shine on the staircase. From whatever little I could see, walking two steps behind her, she had nice legs and an ever nicer ass!

She led me into one of the partitioned rooms on level 2. And as soon as she switched on the room light, I was gobsmacked! Angel exceeded my expectations – about 1.65m tall; very fair skin, long flowing hair, electric eyes, sharp nose with high cheek bones. I would later find out she had 34C breasts (though enhanced) and a meaty butt. If she was taller, she would not look out of place in a fashion shoot.

I declined to shower as I had showered at home before driving directly to meet Angel. Angel came closer to me and sniffed at my neck. I found it quite comical. I raised my arm to tease her, maybe she wanted to sniff my armpit, too. “Hao le!” (done!), she laughed.

She removed my t-shirt and placed it on the wall hook. Then she unbuttoned my jeans and pulled it down to my ankles, followed by my underwear to my ankles. She took a wet tissue and wiped my cock. While she was taking down my jeans and underwear, I was already looking at her breasts through the opening of her loose top. She did not wear a bra. I naturally had a hard-on as she wiped my cock.

“Hao da, wo xi huan” (it’s big, I like it), Angel said. She knelt down and gave me a BBBJ. It was like one of the saunas I had been to in Macau, where the lady who bathed for me, cleaned my cock by giving a BBBJ. (Another story for another day: this Macau spa, different ladies “served” me for different things – one to bathe for me, one for personal grooming (clean ears, nails) and finally one for massage-cum-fuck).

Angel stood up after two minutes and removed her one-piece dress. I took off my sneakers and removed my jeans and underwear from my ankles.

The room was small, but clean and practical (for its purpose). Besides the wall hooks for clothes, it had a single-size bed, a tiny bedside table with a lamp and a wall-mounted mirror. It had no windows.

Angel switched on the bedside lamp before turning off the room light. She took off her panties and heels, and continued blowing me as I lay on the towel on the bedsheet. It was not the most skilful, but having a model-looking young lady – I would guess she was 23 or 24 years-old – putting my manhood deep into her little mouth, was visually stimulating. My hands had been molesting her body. Slight disappointment that her 34C’s were enhanced, soft on top but hard near the base. Nevertheless, the overall package was good!

“Wo zai shang mian” (I will be on top), she said. Capping me, Angel started riding me enthusiastically. She was beautiful and erotic as her long tresses swayed dramatically with her riding. Then I asked to switch to missionary position, to enjoy the view of her young and nubile body from the top. By now, she was quite wet, and my horniness went up a couple of notches, looking at the SYT I had pinned down. I continued in missionary as Angel started to hold my arms very tightly, signalling that she, too, was enjoying the action. Being my first fuck in about two weeks, I unloaded substantially into Angel in a few minutes.

Angel wiped my cock again with wet tissue, after I told her I would shower at home. In our brief chat as I dressed up, I found out she arrived just two days ago, and would stay for a month on a tourist visa.

I liked Angel because she looked stunning, very model-like; the sex was great too as she co-ordinated and acceded to my wishes cheerfully. Plus, it was good value for what was I getting - $100. I tipped her an additional $20.

“Ji de lai kan wo” (remember to come see me), Angel hugged me as I prepared to leave. She gave me her mobile number and asked that I contacted her directly in future. As I drove home via the ECP, I replayed in my mind Angel grabbing my arms tightly as I gleefully pounded her juicy pussy and admiring her beautiful face and body.

I would visit Angel three more times before she returned to China. With each visit, the experience became richer and more varied. Once, when she was giving me a BBBJ when I was standing, she would also be fingering her own pussy. Another time, I was made to fuck her in front of the mirror, just that it did not last long because the partitioned walls were not sturdy enough the withstand prolonged “stress”. And on another occasion, she bent down 90-degree and rested her arms on bed, asking that I doggy her while I was standing.

“This is my China mobile number. Call me if you are in Zhengzhou”. The message in Chinese came from a China number. It was accompanied by a photo with her eyes mosaiced-out. It was from Angel. She had reached home safely.

(To be continued)

wattonhenry

16-10-2021, 01:39 AM

Another good update! The stories sounds a lot better when you tell it. :)

KiatWee

16-10-2021, 11:42 PM

Another good update! The stories sounds a lot better when you tell it. :)

Agree with this

Online2Offline

17-10-2021, 02:52 AM

Agree with this

Thanks, wattonhenry and KiatWee. I guess being real encounters help alot in my storytelling.

Online2Offline

17-10-2021, 03:03 AM

(Continuation)

“This is my China mobile number. Call me if you are in Zhengzhou”. The message in Chinese came from a China number. It was accompanied by a photo with her eyes mosaiced. It was from Angel. She had reached home safely.

I never thought much about Angel after she left Singapore. While she was tops in terms of beauty and overall service satisfaction, I knew her for less than a month and visited four times, much lesser than my other go-to service providers.

Some six months later, I was on a work trip in Guangzhou. At a restaurant one evening, I saw a diner who resembled Angel. I had forgotten about Angel till then. That night, I texted Angel. She could not meet me in GZ, and suggested I visit her in Zhengzhou.

After fulfilling my work commitments in GZ, I took a domestic flight to Zhengzhou. It was my first time there. Though it is the capital city of Henan province, Zhengzhou felt like a tier-three Chinese city to me back then. Angel was only able to meet me after work (she worked at a retail shop). So by default, I stayed at the Sofitel, which was about 10min’s walk from her workplace.

I was at the hotel’s busy atrium lounge when Angel texted me from the lobby. I invited her to join me for a drink before we went upstairs to the room close to 11pm. Angel looked the same as I last saw her in Singapore over six months ago – in fact, more beautiful, as she was smartly dressed (clothes from the shop she worked at), as compared to the simpleton one-piece dresses she wore in Singapore.

I did not have a “deep connection” with Angel, as I liked her almost entirely for her looks and service. “Wo mei xiang dao ni hui lai Zhengzhou kan wo” (I didn’t think you will visit me in Zhengzhou), she said. After she took off her jacket and high heel shoes, Angel made herself comfortable on the sofa. She just wanted to rest and relax after a long day’s work mainly standing and serving customers buying clothes. In our conversation, I came to understand she was in Singapore for “quick money” after hearing about it from a friend. But she decided she could not do it long term, so she just stayed for the duration of her tourist visa.

I need to leave at 9 o’clock tomorrow morning, she told me in Chinese. Which informed me she was staying for the night. Angel pushed me down (we were sitting causally on the sofa), and looked me in the eye – I am surprised you came, but I am really happy you did, she said before she went to take a shower.

Angel came out of the shower wrapped in a towel. I realized she was a natural beauty – she had removed her make-up and was smiling radiantly. Later, when I came out of the shower – naked – Angel was in bed, with the blanket covering only her lower body. She giggled as my cock instantly erected at the sight of her creamy white breasts. I had no reason to hide I wanted to fuck her immediately – not when my hand was holding a box of condoms. I jumped into bed and started licking her pair of 34C’s. Although they were enhanced, it did not dampen my lust. I went down and tongued her pussy, something which I chose not to do in Singapore, not knowing if she had washed properly between customers then. Angel enjoyed a good licking, and as my tongue explored deeper into her love hole, she started tearing at my (head) hair. She was easily wet. I hurriedly capped myself and dipped my hard rod into her waiting pussy.

Back in Singapore, while the sex was good, it was consumed either standing, or on a single-sized bed in a partitioned space. Here we were, in the comfort of a 5-star hotel room and a king bed, the feeling was completely different. We shifted around the bed as I pounded her, very much encouraged by her increasing wetness. She also allowing herself to moan unashamedly, which did not happen in Singapore. I fucked Angel hard and she was relishing it. It had been a while since I had fucked such a beautiful woman, and I gladly surrendered in a massive climax shortly afterwards.

On the second night, Angel was already in the atrium lounge when she texted me. I went downstairs and joined her. We had a few drinks more that night, as she was off from work the following day. The simple pleasure of drinks and live music made Angel happy. So was I. She was talkative and playful, and by the time we went upstairs, my cock was threatening to burst out of my trousers.

Slamming the room door shut, I impatiently removed Angel’s jacket while she kicked off her heels. I unbuttoned her blouse and sucked on her hardened nipples; she had naughtily forced her hands into my trousers, reaching for my massive cock. Both a little high, we managed to clumsily strip naked and continued kissing in the shower. Angel went down and gave me a quick BBBJ before we helped each other wash up.

In bed, Angel took over. “Tang xia” (lie-down), she said. She gave me a comprehensive cat-bath from my neck to my crotch. She nibbled on my balls while looking at me seductively. Then she adopted the 69 position and began sucking my huge cock. I was busy pushing my tongue as deeply as I can into her pussy, squeezing her butt cheeks now-and-then for greater access.

Angel capped me and sat on the length of my hungry cock, grinding it outside her pussy. My cock hair was wet with her juice. The grinding progressed into my cock entering her pussy. Angel leaned forward for me to suck her nipples as she fucked me from on top, great skills she had. I tried my very best not to come as I was enjoying being fucked by her. Then she got off me and went on all fours. I really appreciated the size of the king bed, we were moving around effortlessly with space to spare. I plunged my slimy cock (the condom was laced with her white coloured juice) into her vagina doggy-style, and kept thrusting while Angel buried her face into the pillow to muffle her cries of joy. I finally came and Angel collapsed onto the bed face down.

After a late breakfast the following day, we went back to the room to pick up our belongings to check-out. I handed Angel an envelope which contained RMB 3,000, about one-month’s salary at the shop for her, I worked out. She did not open the envelope. “Zao gu hao zi ji” (look after yourself), she said, and kissed my lips.

Angel saw me off at the taxi stand at the hotel as I left for the airport. I had been in Zhengzhou for just under 48 hours, and spent two passionately intimate nights with a model-alike young lady. Was it worth the effort, time and expense? Personally, I think so. I live within my means and enjoy the moment. Because some things may not be had if you don’t take it when you can.

I never contacted Angel again. My sense was, she did not expect me to visit her. And since I did, she graciously entertained me. And I compensated her appropriately for it. She should get on with her life, as I would.

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Next: Xiao Xue – see you in Dalian

This thread, my very first story, started with Xiao Xue (XX). After she was deported, we kept in touch. I even guided her to use Skype (no Zoom back then)…. But nothing can replace a face-to-face meeting. XX asked if I would visit her in Dalian…

funfox

17-10-2021, 12:36 PM

Online2Offline

17-10-2021, 09:08 PM

All your escapades are awesome bro online2offline. Cannot wait to to read more of your adventures; from what starts off as a commercial transaction to a personal level tryst with the ladies. Certainly worthwhile and fun filled without inhibitions. :D:p

Hey bro funfox, my motto is “live to play”! Of course, have to first work hard to earn money then can play, lah :D

wattonhenry

17-10-2021, 09:25 PM

Well said, well said, though I thought it’s really quite a bit of hassle to fly from GZ to Zhengzhou. And that’s the reason why I’m not getting the pussies you are getting ;)

(Continuation)
Was it worth the effort, time and expense? Personally, I think so. I live within my means and enjoy the moment. Because some things may not be had if you don’t take it when you can.

Online2Offline

17-10-2021, 09:32 PM

Well said, well said, though I thought it’s really quite a bit of hassle to fly from GZ to Zhengzhou. And that’s the reason why I’m not getting the pussies you are getting ;)

Bro, my work schedule (pre-Covid) included SIN to KL in the morning, have client lunch, then KL to JKT for client dinner, all in one day. So 2.5hr GZ to Zhengzhou (for a couple of nights' good fuck) is very acceptable to me, domestic travel without immigration/customs hassle, just “walk straight thru”… The Chinese travel app is awesome, too, cheap and good!

Online2Offline

19-10-2021, 10:25 PM

Xiao Xue – see you in Dalian

This thread, my very first story, started with Xiao Xue (XX). After she was deported, we kept in touch. I even guided her to use Skype (no Zoom back then)…. But nothing can replace a face-to-face meeting. XX asked if I would visit her in Dalian…

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Barely two weeks later, XX texted me from China. She missed Singapore. She (claimed) she missed me. I was happy and uneasy at the same time. Happy because I must had been nice to her, and was able to satisfy her in bed. Uneasy because she may not be saying the truth, and there could be a hidden agenda. But life’s too short to over-analyse things like this. So I suggested we can meet online via Skype (which was the predominant video meet tool then). I sent XX a link and asked her to instal Skype.

A couple of days later, it was late night, in fact very early morning - XX texted to ask if I was awake. She had installed Skype. She could not sleep, was thinking about me, and was horny. She asked if she could masturbate via Skype for me. I was amused and happily agreed.

Wearing an oversized t-shirt, XX was presumably in her apartment. She told me she missed the warm weather and the food variety in Singapore. But most of all, she missed me because I was nice to her, and the only person to bring her out for dinner in Singapore. She said she wanted to see me again, and if it was okay to masturbate herself, pretending I was with her.

XX removed her t-shirt and that familiar naked body was on-screen. She took a few steps back so I could have a full view of her face down to her vagina. Then she sat on a chair. She started playing with herself, caressing her breasts and fingering her pussy. As she continued to unleash her lust (and sluttiness), I turned from being amused to being aroused. Unconsciously, I was rubbing my own hard cock over my boxer shorts. The Skype call went on for over 20min as she finally climaxed, complete with audio. XX walked towards the camera on her laptop to give me a close-up view of her vagina, her pubic hair soaked with her cunt juice. My pre-cum had stained my boxer shorts. She had made me super horny, too.

I did not know what to make out of what just happened. She seemed like she really wanted to see me, in person. Ordinarily, why would a casual acquaintance volunteer to masturbate herself for me via Skype at 1am?

“Ni hui lai Dalian kan wo ma?” (will you meet me in Dalian?), XX asked after she wore back her oversized t-shirt. Maybe next month, I replied in Chinese. I was scheduled to be in Beijing for work the following month, but the dates were not finalized.

A week later, I texted XX two sets of dates. One was before my Beijing work trip, and the other was after my Beijing meeting dates. She chose the latter, explaining it was her “safe period”. I took it to mean she would not be having her menstruation then.

I was looking forward to see XX in person in Dalian, some two months after we last met in Singapore. To be honest, I also had some concerns – what if it was a “trap” – maybe she was setting me up and something bad could happen to me?

(To be continued)

wattonhenry

19-10-2021, 10:31 PM

Xiao Xue – see you in Dalian

I was looking forward to see XX in person in Dalian, some two months after we last met in Singapore. To be honest, I also had some concerns – what if it was a “trap” – maybe she was setting me up and something bad could happen to me?

(To be continued)

As usual, I’m impressed with the lengths you go through to get laid. Flying from Beijing to Dalian is another 2+ hour detour with no delays. Yes, a few good nights of great pumping, but I really prefer to keep my luggage in the hotel with no change while the pussies appear at my doorstep (and I’m still paying them anyway). Nice update Online2Offline. :)

Online2Offline

19-10-2021, 10:47 PM

As usual, I’m impressed with the lengths you go through to get laid. Flying from Beijing to Dalian is another 2+ hour detour with no delays. Yes, a few good nights of great pumping, but I really prefer to keep my luggage in the hotel with no change while the pussies appear at my doorstep (and I’m still paying them anyway). Nice update Online2Offline. :)

Yeah bro, sometimes I think I’m a little crazy. Like you said, it’s easier to get room service, and I’ve had great experiences with in-calls, too. But sometimes cock itchy, just want to see/experience other places in China and take in a little adventure/excitement…..

wattonhenry

19-10-2021, 11:08 PM

Yeah bro, sometimes I think I’m a little crazy. Like you said, it’s easier to get room service, and I’ve had great experiences with in-calls, too. But sometimes cock itchy, just want to see/experience other places in China and take in a little adventure/excitement…..

You are crazy, but that’s how we get good stories like yours! 😉😻

Online2Offline

20-10-2021, 01:44 AM

(Continuation)

I was looking forward to see XX in person in Dalian. To be honest, I also had some concerns – what if it was a “trap” – maybe she was setting me up and something bad could happen to me?

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It was early December in China. After three days in Beijing, my body had acclimatized to the cold and dry weather. I packed my work clothes into the luggage and left it at the hotel in Beijing. I headed for Dalian for my two-night side trip, with two sets of casual clothes nicely rolled up and squeezed into my backpack.

The flight from Beijing to Dalian was under two hours. Xiao Xue (XX) was waiting for me at the arrival hall at the airport. Earlier, she had informed me to simply turn-up, she would take care of accommodation arrangements and the like.

XX hugged me and quickly wrapped a scarf she brought around my neck and chest. I was sufficiently warm with my sturdy overcoat, but she was insistent. Sitting at the back of the taxi, she leaned onto me and held my hand throughout the 30min journey. We had arrived at an apartment building.

“Ni jia ren zhi dao wo guo lai ma?” (does your family members know I am coming?), I asked XX as we walked towards the elevator. As it turned out, XX rented a tiny apartment on her own. Her folks were not in Dalian; in fact, she is not even originally from Dalian.

Seeing XX again and how she warmed up to me, quickly dispersed my “concerns” that something untoward may happen to me in taking up her invite for me to visit. Maybe I was naïve, but more likely I trusted my instincts.

XX’s apartment was about 400 sq. feet in size. As soon as the door opened, you could see the whole unit. Because of its high ceiling, there was a “mezzanine floor” – a small staircase led to the mezzanine floor, about 1m high, so you had to crawl in….. not that it really mattered. The mezzanine floor had only a queen size mattress and a low side table. I felt very humbled. While I don’t live in a fancy pad, seeing XX’s place made me appreciate what I have. Nevertheless, XX’s place felt warm and cosy, if not a little girly.

That evening, XX prepared a seafood dinner at home. We sat at a tiny table which could only accommodate two chairs. I had seen the chair before - in the Skype call when XX masturbated herself for me. Over dinner, XX shared about her past - she moved to Dalian and started a small business, importing and selling fashion accessories from South Korea. The business did not do well in the recent past, so she went to Singapore hoping to earn money quickly to prop up her ailing business.

After dinner, she took me to a popular local coffee café – I was dying for a piping hot cup of coffee (she did not have coffee at home). We were people watching and enjoying each other’s company. True enough, she had a keen eye for fashion. We took a leisurely stroll back to the apartment, taking in the cold but crispy, refreshing winter air. I was grateful for XX’s scarf and beanie hat.

XX turned up the heating at the apartment before I headed to shower. She then placed a fleeced robe at the bathroom door. I bought this for you, she said in Chinese.

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We were sleeping on the thick mattress in the mezzanine floor, the wool blanket keeping us warm. XX probably turned up the heating earlier to suit me. But it was getting a little warm. I removed the robe I was wearing. XX followed suit by taking off the terry cloth robe she wore. We embraced each other in the nude, I could feel her heartbeat against my chest.

Thank you for coming to Dalian, she said softly. She planted her lips on mine and then kissed all over my body. Soon, the warmth of her mouth engulfed my whole cock. I have had a massive hard-on since laying in bed. Now, she was nursing that bulging stiffness with a combination of deep throat and tender licks on my cock head. It’s all coming back to me, being serviced by XX in Hotel 81 in Geylang from a couple of months ago…

(To be continued)

juzz

21-10-2021, 12:10 AM

Thank you for sharing! :)

Online2Offline

21-10-2021, 12:44 AM

Thank you for sharing! :)

My pleasure!

Online2Offline

21-10-2021, 12:45 AM

(Continuation)

It’s all coming back to me, being serviced by XX in Hotel 81 in Geylang from a couple of months ago…

XX detached her mouth from my cock and reached for the side table. She unwrapped the box of condoms hurriedly and capped me. I lay here down and easily inserted by massive cock into her wet pussy. She was like a sex starved pussycat – she used her legs to wrap around mine as I thrusted into her mercilessly. On the one hand her legs somewhat restricted my movement, but it also created the feeling of being desperately wanted as she refused to allow my body to leave hers.

Kneel down, she said. I did as I was told. XX turned around and reversed her ass into my cock, effectively she was fucking me doggy style. All I had to do was keep still in the same position and she moved her butt in various directions to get “comprehensive coverage” of my cock into her pussy. It was also practical because the mezzanine floor’s height was merely 1m, so standing up for action was not an option.

XX switched to cowgirl position and continued riding me at top speed, simultaneously crying out in sexual pleasure. I could hardly get a firm grip on her bouncy breasts as she rode with purpose, my hands kept slipping away. I was actually quite relieved to unload into her several minutes later as I thought my cock would probably snap at the rate she was riding me.

XX removed the condom and sucked my cock. She then re-orientated to “69” position and I ate her dripping pussy. Maybe it was the eel we had for dinner (commonly believed to be “stamina” food), my cock was hard again as she continued blowing me. I kept flicking my tongue across her pussy opening, occasionally inserting it into her sticky hole. I was now ready for round two, but XX refused to unplug her mouth from my cock. I ejaculated into her little mouth.

I want to know how it feels to come in my mouth, XX said, after spitting my sperm into the tissue. She went downstairs and I could hear her brushing her teeth. She came back up to the mezzanine floor with a warm, wet towel and wiped me clean. We pulled the wool blanket over us and hugged each other in the nude. My cock pressed against her butt crack as I hugged her from behind. But my cock did not get hard again. I was completely wasted and tired from the early start I had coming from Beijing.

(To be continued)

wattonhenry

26-10-2021, 11:51 PM

maddof

27-10-2021, 07:21 PM

Very nice, please continue TS

Online2Offline

27-10-2021, 10:26 PM

Thanks for your continuous support, wattonhenry and maddof. Was busy with work the past week :)

Online2Offline

27-10-2021, 10:33 PM

(Continuation)

That first night, I was completely wasted and tired from the early start I had coming from Beijing.

The next day, XX brought me to a few places in Dalian. It was my second time in this major port city in Liaoning province, the previous occasion being a very brief work trip about two years prior. Its rich architecture was influenced by the Russians, who apparently were in Dalian some 200 years ago. That night, we had dinner with the couple who visited Singapore when XX was there (where I had to play the role of XX’s boyfriend).

After dinner, the couple sent us back to XX’s apartment in their car. That night, I learnt a little more as XX and I lay in bed chatting. Besides her ailing trading business, XX also lost money in the stock market (she had told me when she was in Singapore). So she went to Singapore and did what she did. But to her friends, she went to work in an aesthetics spa, to gain exposure and possibly start one in Dalian.

During her time in Singapore, she had it rough. She slept 4 to a rented room in Geylang and ate very simple meals to save as much money as possible. She also encountered difficult customers and had no one trustable to talk to. She (said she) felt comfortable with me as I was friendly and softspoken. She confided that she liked my laid back, playful attitude, plus I was good in bed, too. Her limited happy memories in Singapore centred on me. Especially the dinner at East Coast - it was the only time she was outside the Geylang area - she felt she went on a date with a friend. I sympathized with XX, regardless how much truth there was to what she said.

Can you treat me like your girlfriend tonight, XX asked as I looked into her teary eyes.

Can you be my girlfriend tonight, I asked her back.

We locked lips and soon we were all over each other. Psyching myself to be “her man” for the night, I unshackled any and all inhibitions I had about XX, of someone whom I met over a series of commercial sex. I pleased her in whatever way I felt she was responding positively to, from nibbling her ear lobes to lightly flicking my tongue around her areola before sucking her nipples… she even guided my tongue to her most sensitive spot at the Y-area, where she ultimately climaxed.

In return, XX explored every part of my body with her tongue, with particular focus on my cock, balls and ass. By the time she had tongue fucked my anus, I was ready to fuck her brains out. I was not sure how that would work out, as she had already climaxed once earlier after my tongue work. Unfortunately, due to the low ceiling (about 1m) of the mezzanine floor which was the bedroom, our movements were vertically challenged.

Holding on to the railing near the staircase, XX lifted her ass and invited me to doggy her. We were both very high from the earlier foreplay, and the rice wine from dinner also began to kick-in. Like two teenagers discovering the joy of sexual penetration for the first time, we fucked aggressively and noisily. Immediately after I ejaculated, XX turned around, ripped off the condom and sucked my cock until it was lifeless.

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The morning sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains. I had an afternoon flight back to Beijing. XX had prepared a simple breakfast of porridge and fish at home when I woke up. Over breakfast, XX was upfront: she confessed to having a liking for me, but don’t see how we can maintain a relationship. She viewed our acquaintanceship as part of life’s journey. I did not want a relationship and was quietly happy with the position she took.

Close to 11 o’clock, XX accompanied me downstairs to get a taxi to the airport. I had asked her to stay at home. Through the taxi’s rear-view mirror, it was the last time that I ever saw XX as the taxi drove away. We did not contact each other anymore. I think it is the best option.

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Next: Seoul - the Poet and the upscale Global Escort

As the VTL (vaccinated travel lane) with South Korea comes into effect in mid-November, it reminded me of two ladies in Seoul. One (Kelly) is a poet. She was impressive in many ways but can be moody and unpredictable. Another is a mixed Korean-Irish young lady, Sarah, a hyperactive bunny who would become an upscale global escort.

Online2Offline

28-10-2021, 09:33 PM

Seoul - the Poet and the upscale Global Escort

As the VTL (vaccinated travel lane) with South Korea comes into effect in mid-November, it reminded me of two ladies in Seoul. One (Kelly) is a poet. She was impressive in many ways but can be moody and unpredictable. Another is a mixed Korean young lady, "A", a hyperactive bunny who would become an upscale global escort.

The Poet

From a personal and professional POV, I like Seoul. Korea’s growing “soft power” through its music and movies, especially this past decade, helped a lot. And of course Korean food, and Korean women!

I stay at the same hotel in Seoul most of the time. It’s a great place up in the hills, an enclave dotted with diplomatic residences – the hotel has a vibrant night spot at the basement level.

Typical of my work trips, I spend the first night with business partners, and post dinner we always end in a room salon (hostess bars with private rooms). Other nights were not alcohol fuelled, normally a client dinner and I’m back at the hotel just after 10 o’clock. Then the routine of clearing emails and stuff. And finally, an elevator ride to the basement bar for a drink to wind-down for the day…..

The bar was crowded as usual for a weekday. A lot of movement as people go around the different sections, ‘live’ band area, pool (billiards) area, the dance floor, and so on. Kelly and her friend (Joon) were perched on high stools at the bar counter. It was an opportunistic meeting.

I don’t look like a Korean. The only similarity I have with Koreans is my Singaporean Chinese skin tone. Besides, I am “under dressed” – crew neck t-shirt, jeans and sneakers, smartened up with a blazer. The rest of the guys are in suits (some even with ties), presumably having come from the office.

The Koreans – both guys and gals, can be “pushy” – not in a bad way – given the crowd, everyone tends to brush past, or push a little, to get around. Decidedly, the fastest way to get a drink is to inch your way to the bar counter, find the slightest opening and get the bartender’s attention.

“Hite, please”, I requested (in English), as I squeezed into the tiny opening next to Kelly’s friend, Joon. From the corner of my eye, I saw Kelly and Joon turn their heads to look at me. The bartender brings my drink together with the bill. I ask for a pen and scribble my details, charging it to my room. Amidst the noise at the bar, I heard “Hello, where are you from?” in English. It was Kelly.

“Hi, I’m O2O. From Singapore”. I lifted my bottle of beer and Kelly and Joon clinked their drink glasses on my bottle spontaneously. The ladies didn’t even have to stretch far - I was literally shoulder-to shoulder with Joon, and Kelly was one seat away.

After establishing that I was by myself, Kelly added, “You can join us if you like”. Earlier, I had done a quick eye-scan of the place, there were several good looking ladies around, and I would rate Kelly and Joon as just a notch below the stunning eye candies I spotted earlier. In reality, I was happy just to find a place to rest my drink (plus ease of ordering more drinks later) and people-watch.

As anticipated, the ladies, who spoke good English, asked how I find Korea, and had curious questions about Singapore. We had a few more drinks and by about 1am, the crowd had thinned out. I’ve finished my fourth bottle of beer and wanted to use the rest room.

“Rest room break, I’ll be back”, I said to the ladies. They spoke in Korean. “It’s nice to meet you, I have to leave first”, Joon said. “Kelly will stay”. When I came back from the rest room, Kelly was finishing her drink.

“One more?”, I offered. “No. But can I rest for a while?”, Kelly asked. Instinctively, I wanted to invite Kelly upstairs to my room. But I was mindful I had just met her for less than two hours and she was unlikely to be a commercial sex worker “ready to go”.

“Sure, do you want to sit at the sofa area?”, I replied innocently, seeing that the comfy sofa seats are now available. Kelly (and Joon), and later myself, had been sitting on the high bar stools earlier.

“I’m sorry, O2O, I mean can I lie in bed for a short while, I am tired”, Kelly clarified. I looked Kelly in the eye. Before I could say anything, she said, “I trust you. You seem like a good person.” It indicated that she was asking to rest in my bed.

(To be continued)

redarrow

28-10-2021, 10:08 PM

Ha ha this place sound so much like Brix at Hyatt 😅

Online2Offline

28-10-2021, 10:26 PM

Ha ha this place sound so much like Brix at Hyatt 😅

Haha, you are right about the place! But it’s called JJ Mahoney’s (which compared with Brix in Singapore, JJ’s is way, way more happening!)

teoi

28-10-2021, 11:51 PM

Love to see happenings in clubs :)

Online2Offline

29-10-2021, 12:05 AM

“I’m sorry, O2O, I mean can I lie in bed for a short while, I am tired”, Kelly clarified. I looked Kelly in the eye. Before I could say anything, she said, “I trust you. You are a good person.” It indicated that she was asking to rest in my bed.

I waited for Kelly as she collected her coat (it was winter) from the cloak room. She was about to head towards the escalator, which led to the hotel lobby, when I tapped her wrist.

“There’s an elevator past the shops, it goes directly to the room”, I explained. Kelly put her elbow around mine for support. I sensed she was tired, but not drunk. We walked past several branded shops, part of the hotel complex’s basement shopping area. There was no one else around. Her high heels on the marble floor were the only sound. From basement two, we ascended nearly 20 levels to my room.

“It’s so pretty”, Kelly exclaimed. She was referring to the view across the Han River, as she stood in the living area which had floor to ceiling glass panels. (I was in a so-called Executive Suite, which had a living area and a separate bedroom with an en-suite bathroom).

Kelly placed her coat on the sofa and went to the bathroom. I made myself a cup of hot Korean ginseng tea, lighted a cigarette and marvelled at the beautiful night view across the river. I can get used to this, I thought to myself.

Some 10 minutes later, Kelly came back to the living area. I think she washed her face, otherwise everything else looked the same.

“What time is your work tomorrow?”, she asked. I told her I had a lunch meeting.

“You can rest here tonight if you like”, I told Kelly. “But I have to head out at 11am”.

“Do you respect me, O2O?”, Kelly asked. I wasn’t sure if it was “lost in translation” or if it was “cultural gap” in communications. In any case, I said, “Yes. Why?”

“If you respect me, then I feel comfortable to stay”, Kelly responded. I decided to stop the verbal dance and went straight to the point.

“Kelly, if you trust me, you are very welcome to stay. I respect you, so I will not do bad things to you.” In my (twisted) mind, having a good fuck is not a bad thing; on the contrary, it is a good thing, as long as its consensual.

Kelly nodded approvingly, “I will take a shower”. I took a pair of bedroom slippers from the wardrobe and left it outside the bathroom door, where Kelly had left her high heel shoes. I was beginning to feel tired.

Kelly came out after showering wrapped in the hotel bathrobe. I made her a cup of hot tea and I went to shower. Maybe because the bathroom was enclosed, there was a whiff of perfume scent, the same woody smell I first detected when Kelly walked elbow-in-elbow with me at the basement floor.

When I came out of the bathroom, Kelly was asleep in my bed, nicely tucked under the blanket. I could see her shoulders, she still wore the bathrobe. But I was certain she was not wearing her bra and panties. Because she had folded her dress, bra and panties, and left it in the bathroom.

Till this point, I do not know much about Kelly. She looked in her early 30’s, about 1.7m tall, slim, with shoulder length hair - a little alike to actress Park Shin-hye with shorter hair. I assumed she did well in school, including learning English, or perhaps she studied/worked internationally. I was too tired to think about it.

It was nearly 2am. I set the alarm for 8am on my phone. I sneaked underneath the blanket quietly like a mouse, trying not to wake Kelly. She stirred a little, but continued sleeping. I slept on my left side, on the left side of the bed, intentionally turning away from seeing Kelly. I fell asleep, feeling tired… and intrigued.

(To be continued)

wattonhenry

29-10-2021, 12:24 AM

Online2Offline

29-10-2021, 01:01 AM

Once again Online2Offline, I don’t know how you do this kind of thing. I never feel comfortable to do what you did. Fear that I wake up with a kidney missing.

Welcome back by the way! And great updates as usual.

Now you’re freaking me out! But seriously, I operate on instincts – rightfully or wrongfully. My initial instinct was Kelly could be a bored divorcee picking me up at the bar! Her watch (Patek) and handbag (Hermes) hinted she was not short of money. Ultimately, it was her mannerism which convinced me she was not a “bad hat”.

sixtworth

29-10-2021, 09:14 PM

Very nice story, please continue bro...

Online2Offline

30-10-2021, 12:17 AM

Very nice story, please continue bro...

Thanks for supporting, bro!

Online2Offline

30-10-2021, 12:18 AM

(Continuation)

It was nearly 2am. I set the alarm to 8am on my phone. I slipped underneath the blanket quietly like a mouse, trying not to wake Kelly. She stirred a little, but continued sleeping. I slept on my left side, on the left side of the bed, intentionally turning away from seeing Kelly.

I fell asleep, feeling tired.. and intrigued.

The alarm rang at 8am. Kelly was woken up by the alarm as well. It was a surreal feeling. I was sleeping with a stranger, albeit a good looking lady. And as far as I know, I had not made any physical contact with her though we shared the same bed for several hours.

“Joeun achimieyo” (good morning), Kelly greeted me.

“Good morning. I hope you slept well”, I looked at Kelly. She looked beautiful in a dazed and confused way. Maybe it’s her “morning just wake up” look. I got up from bed – I was wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts – I do not know if she noticed my morning wood as I had a small erection, a common occurrence for me in the morning.

Quick shower, shaved, brushed my teeth and I was ready for breakfast. Kelly took less than 15min after me, and despite wearing last night’s clothes, she still looked fresh, even without any make-up. We had breakfast at the hotel café.

“When do you go back to Singapore?”, Kelly asked me at breakfast. “Tomorrow afternoon”, I said. “Then I will meet you at the bar again tonight?” Kelly said.

“See you at 11pm”, I replied (I had a client dinner that night). We exchanged Line contact and after breakfast, Kelly took off and I returned to my room.

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There were was a queue of nearly 20 people waiting to get into the popular night spot. I walked right up to the receptionist (usherer) and showed her my hotel key card. (I was aware hotel room guests had the privilege of priority entry).

“O2O!”, someone called out. I turned around and saw Kelly and Joon. The receptionist had scanned my key card, but she did not ask for my name as she had heard Kelly call me.

Funnily, someone else called out “O2O”. I saw it was a young lady. But “not my type”… her waist was bigger than mine…

“Your guests?”, the receptionist asked. Shortly, Kelly, Joon and I were fast-tracked into the night spot. We couldn’t find a seat, so we hung out at the live music area, where an American jazz band was performing. During the band’s break, it was more conducive to talk.

“I am a sales executive with an international company, and I travel within Asia to meet my clients”, I explained what I did for a living, without wanting to be too specific.

“I am a Korean poet and Joon is my friend from my publisher”, Kelly told me. I wanted to make sure I heard her correctly. “So, you are a writer, a poet and Joon works in the publishing company?”

For a moment, I was in awe. How many published poets have you met in your life? It was the first (and to date, the only one) I have ever met!

Joon left before 1 o’clock, just like the previous night. I found out she had to be in the office by 10 in the morning. That evening, I got to know more about Kelly. In a nutshell, she spent part of her teenage years in London, where her father was posted by his employer. Which explained why she was reasonably fluent in English. After returning to Korea, she attended a prestigious Seoul university, studying humanities. She had been writing for nearly a decade, is an only child, and lives alone as her parents are overseas.

“I don’t want to smoke in public”, Kelly said. “Let’s go to your room”.

We shared a bottle of red wine in my room. Kelly bombarded me with questions and thoughts. “How can you live in a country with only one season? You eat the same type of food all year round? I think most men don’t think deep enough…..”

“O2O, you are nice. Most foreign men I meet at the bar wants to sleep with me. Are you gay?”, she went on. I burst out laughing!

“Are you comfortable with me, Kelly?”, I asked her. She smiled. “Then stay for the night”.

“I want to have another cigarette. You can shower first”, Kelly said. “Later, tell me if you are gay or not”. I shook my head in amusement and headed to the bathroom.

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Kelly and I were laying side-by-side in bed. She wore the hotel bathrobe. I don’t know if she wore her bra and panties underneath, coz she showered after me, and I did not bother checking her clothes in the bathroom.

She cuddled up to me and soon fell asleep. I felt the warmth of her breathing on my neck. She had one hand across my chest. My cock stirred. I was very tempted to feel her body. I was torn: the gentleman in me dictated that I should not touch her, after all, she seemed to really trust me. The horny devil in me wanted a comprehensive physical inspection of the beautiful lady who is sharing my bed for a second consecutive night.

(To be continued)

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30-10-2021, 11:18 PM

(Continuation)

The horny devil in me wanted a comprehensive physical inspection of the beautiful lady who is sharing my bed for a second consecutive night.

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I was woken up by the feeling of a light strip of weight which stretched across my thigh diagonally to my other leg. In fact, “the weight” partially rested on my cock.

“You are gay”, she whispered.

Unconsciously, I had fallen asleep with Kelly by my side. The “weight” was her leg across my lower body.

“I’m not gay. I don’t want to lose your trust”, I said, without opening my eyes and still half-asleep. I stretched my hand to turn on the bedside light.

Kelly’s bathrobe was no longer snugly wrapped around her body. Her creamy white breasts were peeping out. As her leg was across my body, it exposed her smooth, slim and fair thigh. My cock hardened. Kelly must have felt it.

Without saying a word, Kelly started to kiss my neck. Her hand went underneath my t-shirt… and she moved it downwards to stroke my cock from outside my boxer shorts. I was feeling her soft breasts with erected nipples. I moved my hand southwards until I touched her pubic hair, that’s when Kelly shifted her body and went down on me. She removed my boxers and the warmth of her tiny mouth engulfing my massive member was overtly satisfying especially when I had not expected it. My hand could not reach Kelly’s vagina, but I was able to continuously caress her breasts, probably a 32C.

“It’s big”, Kelly commented as she stopped blowing me and coiled up by my side. “You can touch my pussy, but be gentle”.

I rubbed my middle finger around her pussy lips, brushing past her bushy pubic hair. I detected a slight moistness. Kelly moved to kiss my lips and played with the tip of my cock. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she allowed her tongue to meet mine. My finger had gone into her love hole, just a little bit, and she was now holding my cock with all her fingers.

As we tongue kissed more intensively, my finger went deeper into her pussy, feeling her warm wetness. She had started masturbating me. It was the optimal time to bring it to the next level. Alas, I did not have a condom, and I was reluctant to have sex with Kelly without one.

Kelly’s hand-job skills were not great, but neither was my “tolerance level” at that time. The more I fingered her, the heavier her breathing. We had stopped kissing, and she was literally breathing into my neck and trying to subdue her little moans. Looking at her smooth, fair body, her suitably sized breasts and a jet black bush with my fingers all over the patch, I ejaculated into her hand and my stomach. I continued fingering Kelly even after I came, until I felt a slight contraction of her pussy and a “second layer” of watery warmth which transpired to be her cum.

“Maybe we can make love if I see you again”, Kelly told me as she rested her head on my shoulder. I kissed her hair and her forehead without replying her. We stayed in bed for a few minutes more before Kelly got up to shower. “I need to go home and change clothes. I am meeting Joon and her manager later”, she said.

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I was at the airline lounge at Incheon Airport later that day when Kelly messaged me. “I hope to see you again”. Before I could reply, she sent a second message. “I want to see you again”.

“I want to see you again, too, Kelly”, I replied.

- - - - -

Kelly and I did not have any further communications after that. I took it as an intriguing experience, one that may or may not have a next episode.

Time flies, and it was three months later – another one of my quarterly work trips to Seoul. After confirming my meeting dates, I messaged Kelly.

“I want to see you again, Kelly. Next week”.

(To be continued)

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01-11-2021, 01:05 AM

(Continuation)

“I want to see you again, Kelly. Next week”.

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After wrapping up my work in the morning, I was at the hotel’s taxi stand at 2pm on a Friday afternoon. It was still quite cold for me, around 15 degrees celsius, but the clear blue sky and crisp air made it a cheerful day. Just under 45min later, I arrived in Paju, outside Seoul. Kelly suggested we meet for afternoon tea at Heyri Village (a creative enclave of artists, writers and musicians) in Paju.

I found the café Kelly chose easily. She looked different from when we last met. Her hair was longer, and she was casually dressed with a beret, knitted turtle neck and hugging jeans. She also had minimal make-up, just a dash of maroon on her lips. I liked her causal chic look. Previously, her one-piece dress, leather handbag and high heels made her look “serious”.

Kelly showed me around the area. I enjoyed the little tour of craftsmen, artists (painters), musicians (traditional Korean genre) and little cafes where writers ponder over their chapters/verses. She occasionally worked from Heyri Village as part of a collective.

We made our way back to trendy Itaewon for dinner, followed by drinks in one of the hip bars in the area. “I need to go someone calm, with light music”, Kelly said after we downed our third drink at the bar. The easy choice was back to my hotel, just 5min drive away, where the lobby lounge featured a resident pianist. Unfortunately, when we reached the hotel, it was past midnight and the pianist had completed her last set for the night.

Going to the basement night spot was not an option, especially on a Friday night. It would be too boisterous for Kelly’s preference for a “calm” place. “Are you staying in a suite again?”, Kelly asked me. “Yes”, I said. She took my hand (the first time ever, we never held hands before) and we strolled towards the elevator.

Kelly connected the blue tooth speaker in my room to her mobile. She opted for mood music akin to Siddharta, mostly uplifting but occasionally haunting. I opened a bottle of red wine.

“Immerse into the music”, Kelly said, as she scribbled notes in Korean on her note book in between sips of wine and a cigarette. I looked across the Han River and wondered what it was like to be a writer, a poet.

“Sit next to me”, Kelly said. I moved from the single seater opposite to join Kelly on the sofa. She shut her note book and put it aside. She leaned against me and closed her eyes. I put my arm around her shoulders and through the reflection of the glass surrounding, I could see she was at peace. I did not think of anything sexual. In fact, I felt at peace too - that I don’t need to fuck a beautify and intellectual lady who self-invited herself to my room.

Kelly sat up after several minutes and sipped on her wine again. “I will shower first”, she said. This time, she was more prepared to stay over. She took out a toiletries bag and what appeared to be a one-piece pyjama dress from her slick mini-backpack. I placed a pair of bedroom slippers outside the bathroom, just like I did the last time. I also took out the box of condoms which I had bought at Guardian at Changi Airport, and placed it inside the bedside table drawer.

(To be continued)

rebotics

01-11-2021, 04:16 PM

Fantastic story and nice updates, thanks TS :)

Online2Offline

01-11-2021, 10:51 PM

Fantastic story and nice updates, thanks TS :)

Thanks, bro!

Online2Offline

01-11-2021, 10:51 PM

(Continuation)

I also took out the box of condoms which I had bought at Guardian at Changi Airport, and placed it inside the bedside table drawer.

Kelly exuded a fresh scent of cherry blossom when she came out of the bathroom (she had brought her own shower gel). I could make out her nipples in the grey satin pyjama dress she wore. I went into the bathroom for my shower, and as I had guessed, she had neatly folded her clothes, including her bra and panties, and left them on the vanity table, like before.

Coming out of the bathroom, the bedroom lights were switched off but the TV screen was tuned to the in-house instrumental music channel, which provided a warm glow and a romantic atmosphere. Her hair now tied up, Kelly was sitting up in bed and looking at her phone.

As I got into the bed, she put her phone aside and pulled me towards her.

“What is your impression of me”, she began. “I want you to be honest, please.”

“You are a nice person…but I think you can be too trusting”, I told her.

She did not respond directly. Kelly opined that Korean society can be stifling. Confucianism remains a fundamental part of Korean life till the present; Korean men she met at social settings mostly wanted a good time, just like with foreigners

She went back to the first time we met, some three months ago at the hotel bar. “When you said you are from Singapore, I was happy and interested because Koreans have a good impression of Singapore”, Kelly said. What followed surprised me – Kelly had been observing me meticulously the moment we first met.

“You dress simply but I noticed what you wear, your watch, your jacket. And you did not flirt with me” she laughed.

“When I entered the room and realized it’s a suite, I feel you are being humble to say you are just a traveling salesman. Then I saw your luggage tag – you told me your real name and you travel first class. I felt really comfortable with you, I felt I could trust you.” I thought Kelly had finished speaking.

“You are the opposite of most men I meet. They are loud. They want to sleep with me as soon as possible. And you, O2O, you are relaxed and just wanted a drink companion”, she finally concluded.

I felt like I looked into a talking mirror.

Kelly looked very relieved after speaking her mind. I felt exposed.

“Now I’m worried”, I said to Kelly jokingly. “You observe too much!”

Kelly removed her hair band and let her hair down. Hitherto, only my right arm was in physical contact with her left arm, as we sat side-by-side in bed. When she moved to undo her hair band, her left breast brushed against me. Throughout her “feedback”, I sat and listened attentively in my t-shirt and boxer shorts, my “default pyjamas” aside from sleeping nude.

That she let her hair down and feeling the softness of breast through her satin nightie, produced a swift and remarkably stiff response from my cock in mere seconds. It was like magic.

“So, I don’t trust people easily”, said Kelly. “And… I also observed you have a big penis.” Kelly slipped her hand into my boxer shorts, almost like she wanted to confirm her point. She looked vindicated at her discovery.

(To be continued)

juzz

02-11-2021, 12:05 AM

Bravo TS 👏

Online2Offline

02-11-2021, 12:32 AM

(Continuation)

“So, I don’t trust people easily”, said Kelly. “And… I also observed you have a big penis.” Kelly slipped her hand into my boxer shorts, almost like she wanted to confirm her point. She looked vindicated at her discovery.

I removed Kelly’s pyjamas with no resistance from her. She wriggled under the comforter cover as if to protect her modestly. I took off my clothes and joined her underneath the cover.

Kelly’s nice-smelling body was a feast. I licked her breasts and her pointed nipples, kissed her upper thighs and blew softly into her bushy pubic hair; I sucked her pussy lips playfully, and then poked my tongue into her love passage. My nose was stained with her pussy juice. All this while, Kelly just allowed me free reign. My cock was long, thick and hard, and it must have grazed past her body several times, leaving residual pre-cum along the way.

“I want you”, Kelly finally spoke as I pushed aside the comforter cover to grasp for air. It was a little suffocating under the cover, and it didn’t help that her pussy hair was getting into my nostrils.

I rolled across the bed towards the bedside table, where I had kept the condoms earlier. Kelly did not seem surprised. “Well prepared?”, she teased. I didn’t care if it was a compliment or sarcasm – I just wanted to fuck her!

I inserted my capped cock smoothly into her wet pussy. “Gently, I prefer it slow”, Kelly guided me. I adopted a “push up” posture and began to push-in/pull-out my cock, repeat, kept repeating the cycle as Kelly’s eyes, not too big to start with, got smaller as she embraced being serviced by my competent cock.

Each time I lowered myself in the push-up motion, I kissed her lips. Kelly spread her legs wider for me, and began to squeeze her own breasts. I wish I could squeeze her breasts, but I continued to be in push-up position. Shifting my body, I switched to licking her light brown nips, alternating from the left side to the right instead of kissing her lips while continuing to enter/exit her pussy. A slight squishy sound emerged as she shivered and let out a shrill cry; I looked down and my cock hair was tainted with her cum.

Kelly wasn’t very adventurous during sexual intercourse. She just lay down and I consumed her in traditional missionary position. I had been “holding off”, but seeing that she had climaxed, I decided to up my game by thrusting her faster in varying angles. Kelly started crying, literally. I was concerned/confused and she blurted out in Korean and then quickly in English, “faster, faster, please”. I banged her like a real pro and was rewarded with scratches on my back as I ejaculated forcefully, causing her to shiver again.

- - - - -

It was Saturday morning. Kelly got up first and I waited while she showered.

“I have a few things to do today”, she said, coming out of the bathroom. She took the hotel note pad from the table and wrote something in Korean. “Meet me here at 7pm. It’s close to Hongik University.”

I arrived at the given address ahead of schedule. It was a modest, traditional Korean restaurant. The area was “university town” – students everywhere, with relevant shops and restaurants catering to them. A few female students caught my eye, but by and large, the others look “similar”.

Kelly was waiting for me outside the restaurant as I strolled back to it after taking a short walk nearby. We had a hearty Korean-style dinner, sitting on the floor with cushions. We were easily the oldest diners there, the rest were mostly students. Kelly explained she had a speaking engagement at the uni earlier, and she wanted to show me this facet of Korean society.

“You are going back to Singapore tomorrow? Can I stay with you tonight?”

“Yes and yes”, I replied.

I guess there was mutual attraction - we both yearned for another intimate session after the previous night, especially since I was leaving the following day.

Kelly came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She had washed her hair, so it was wrapped in a smaller towel. Taking the cue, I too, emerged from the shower wrapped in a bath towel.

“What do you normally do on a Saturday night?”, I asked Kelly, joining her in the living area of the suite. She mentioned she would normally be with a few girlfriends for dinner and drinks. She considered herself “not suitable for marriage to a Korean man” given her disdain for the traditional Korean extended family hierarchy.

Kelly adjusted her towel a few times as she sat on the sofa, to avoid exposing her upper breasts. I acted as if it was all cool. But my little brother betrayed me. Her bare shoulders, like the rest of her body, was very fair and smooth. Each time I saw more skin when her towel slipped, my cock poked harder against the towel around my waist.

(To be continued)

wattonhenry

03-11-2021, 11:15 PM

(Continuation)

Kelly adjusted her towel a few times as she sat on the sofa, to avoid exposing her upper breasts. I acted as if it was all cool. But my little brother betrayed me. Her bare shoulders, like the rest of her body, was very fair and smooth. Each time I saw more skin when her towel slipped, my cock poked harder against the towel around my waist.

(To be continued)

Hey obviously having a huge sick and staying in suite helps Online2Offline. I just wonder what luggage are you using? Rimowa or a LV trunk?

You wearing a Patek?

What is it you don’t have Online2Offline? You sound like Bruce Wayne. I’ve to say I’m jealous. Are you Batman for all we know? ;)

TellMoreTales

04-11-2021, 12:05 AM

What a fantastic story, please keep going bro!

Online2Offline

04-11-2021, 12:29 AM

Hey obviously having a huge sick and staying in suite helps Online2Offline. I just wonder what luggage are you using? Rimowa or a LV trunk?

You wearing a Patek?

What is it you don’t have Online2Offline? You sound like Bruce Wayne. I’ve to say I’m jealous. Are you Batman for all we know? ;)

Bro, sorry if I came across as boastful. My humble apologies. Through the years, I remain loyal to a specific hotel brand and airline, becoming their premium customer - the suite and first class travel were upgrades… I also “invest” in a few basic accessories - they look good and last a long time – an entry-level IWC watch (which can pass off as a Seiko for the less observant) and yes, a battered Rimowa, both of which I have owned for over a decade…

As for the big stick… I thank my genes… and I also suggest eating properly, exercise and rest well, and periodically going for juagen :D

Online2Offline

04-11-2021, 12:31 AM

What a fantastic story, please keep going bro!

Thank you for your support, TellMoreTales. Indeed I will continue to tell more tales... based on my real life experiences :)

Online2Offline

04-11-2021, 12:38 AM

(Continuation)

Each time I saw more skin when her towel slipped, my cock poked harder against the towel around my waist.

I eventually stood up. Kelly knew exactly why. The bulge in my towel was too obvious. I took her hand and led her into the bedroom. Kelly stood by the glass panel, looking at the beautiful night scene across the river. Standing partly beside and partly behind her, I held her waist as my erected cock rubbed against her buttocks. I started kissing the small of her neck from behind… her towel became loose again, but she let it drop onto the carpeted floor. I removed my towel and pressed my cock close to her butt crack. My hands had moved up from her waist to cup her soft breasts as I continued kissing her neck, working around her hair.

Kelly turned around, knelt on the towel on the floor and put her mouth into my cock. She looked up at me and started sucking my cock. The view, from my standing position, looking down at my cock disappearing into her mouth and the slight jiggling of her breasts was sheer ecstasy. I made Kelly sit at the edge of the bed, then gently pushed her down. I knelt on the floor and ate her moisturized pussy. I could see Kelly looking at the glass panel, which reflected the oral pleasuring she was receiving.

“I want you”, Kelly whispered. She got up and took the condom from the drawer, doing what I did the previous night.

“Woman on top”, she said. Given her philosophical streak, I was sure it was not strictly a request for a specific sexual position. Nevertheless, I obediently lay in bed as she mounted me. I held on to my hard rod as she adjusted herself to a comfortable position, and she then allowed her pussy swallow my cock, little by little.

Kelly held on to my hands for balance as she rode me at her own pace, mostly at cruising speed. I very much wanted to grab her breasts but had to settle for looking at them bouncing seductively just inches away. She got tired easily.

I took over and we switched to missionary position. She put her legs over my shoulders as I continued to drill… Kelly let out a long moan and I delivered a few final thrusts before spraying my sperm into the condom parked deep inside her pussy.

- - - - -

“Hey, I am going to be in Seoul again”, I messaged Kelly. This was just two months after my last visit to Korea. Several hours later, I received her reply.

“I am not in Korea. I do not know when I will return to Seoul. I wish you success in Korea.” I was disappointed as I really liked to see her again. I wished Kelly well and left the door open, “I hope we can meet again someday.” I never heard from Kelly again. I also decided not to contact her anymore. We move on in life…..

Next: I did not believe my luck. She was near-perfect. Beautiful, sexy, spoke perfect English, bubbly and definitely enjoyed sex. She was my regular companion in Seoul for two years until she went very upscale.

wattonhenry

04-11-2021, 02:20 AM

Bro, sorry if I came across as boastful. My humble apologies. Through the years, I remain loyal to a specific hotel brand and airline, becoming their premium customer - the suite and first class travel were upgrades… I also “invest” in a few basic accessories - they look good and last a long time – an entry-level IWC watch (which can pass off as a Seiko for the less observant) and yes, a battered Rimowa, both of which I have owned for over a decade…

As for the big stick… I thank my genes… and I also suggest eating properly, exercise and rest well, and periodically going for juagen :D

Nice!!! No, didn’t even cross my mind that you are boastful. I see that you enjoy life. :)

And so what if you are boastful, it’s YOUR story!

I’m enjoying it really.

wattonhenry

04-11-2021, 02:20 AM

Eating properl, exercise and resting well are the 3 things I’m not doing at all.

Online2Offline

06-11-2021, 12:13 AM

The future upscale Global Escort

I did not believe my luck. She was near-perfect. Beautiful, sexy, spoke perfect English, bubbly and definitely enjoyed sex. She was my regular companion in Seoul for two years until she went very upscale.

- - - - -

I occasionally have free evenings, without any work/client commitments, during business trips - “me time”, if you like. My idea of immersing in local experiences when traveling include selective sight-seeing and sampling local dishes. In Seoul, I find it hard to dislike Korean food. And I also find it hard not to sample local dishes of another variety – Korean women :D

“A” was an outcall massage service I randomly engaged from the local English newspapers’ online classified ads. My expectation was a cursory massage followed by sexual intercourse, and hoping it would be a pretty young lady who’s accommodating in bed. The standard price then was KRW 250,000 (about US$200 at that time).

At the designated appointment time, “A” called from the hotel lobby, indicating how she could be identified. I made my way downstairs from the room and visually scanned the lobby while walking towards the nominated meeting point.

I (thought I) saw “A”. Or maybe it was a misunderstanding. Or that I got really, really lucky. “A” was dressed in a black, formal, power pants suit, the type favoured by private bankers you see in the CBD. She was blessed with a beautiful face, even when not smiling. I reckon she was about 1.65m tall and no more than 25 years-old.

After making eye contact, I extended my hand. “O2O”, I began. “You are very punctual, I appreciate it”. “A” took a slight bow, shook my hands and she walked two steps behind me as we headed to the elevator. It was like I had summoned my private banker (or executive secretary) to meet me.

Korea is generally a formal society across all sectors of work. With “A” it was no different. In the room, she introduced herself again and asked for permission to leave her handbag on the sofa.

“It’s alright, sweetie, I am a casual person”, I told “A”. With a warm smile, she removed her jacket and high-heels and sat on the sofa. “Please take a shower, I will be waiting for you”, she said, still somewhat formally. After I had washed up, “A” showered and emerged shortly wrapped in a towel. First impression without her power dressing: wow, just wow!

She dimmed the room lights, placed a single pillow in the middle of the bed and asked that I lay face down. Obviously, I had to put my head sideways as it was not a massage bed with an opening for face-down. From the limited lighting and side view, I saw a young, sexy lady climb onto the bed, stark naked. She sat beside me and started her “massage”, which was more like using her palms to do imprints all over my back. Whatever little I could see from where I was started to give me a hard-on.

“I need to turn around”, I told “A”. I was stunned when I saw “A”, full frontal nude. Not only was she beautiful, she had a devilish body highlighted by an inviting pair of 32C breasts. Her bush was neatly trimmed. I wouldn’t say she was slim, but she definitely had the right curves.

“A” was “doing imprints” on my thighs as I chatted with her. For sure she’s Korean (accent was obvious), albeit one who speaks perfect English. She was friendly, bubbly, and funny, too. Inevitably, my erected cock cast a long shadow on my thigh. “He’s handsome”, she said, eyeing my salivating cock.

“A” kissed my shaft before licking it erotically while looking into my eyes. I had by then adjusted the pillows on my back so I could have an unencumbered view of the fine gift that is “A”. The moment she closed her eyes, she engulfed my whole cock into her tiny mouth, and I could feel her tongue swirling inside her mouth.

“You’re making me crazy”, I told “A”. “It’s my pleasure”, “A” replied after pulling her mouth out of my massive dick. With a wicked smile, she rolled the condom onto my dick and climbed on top of me. Holding my cock in her hand, “A” circled her pussy area with my cock, creating an ineffable joy which I had not had in a long time. It was a combination of her beauty, her desire to please, and her own desire to be pleased, which triggered the sensation I felt.

As “A” guided my thick cock into her tight pussy, she was also playing with her neat little bush. I sank deeper into the bed as she started to ride me, leaning forward so I could have a good grasp of her soft, tender breasts. Her shoulder length hair swayed uncontrollably as she picked up speed, and I unconsciously moaned louder than I normally would. I really wanted to be “in control”, to fully “sample this local dish”.

“Let’s switch position”, I said to “A”. She rode me for a few seconds more, as if to satisfy her own needs, before she lay on bed. “A” pulled me towards her and started french-kissing me as I fumbled to insert my cock into her cunt, for no other reason than my cock was wet and slimy with her cunt juice and her aggressive kissing was distracting me from poking into her love hole properly.

I pinned “A”’s hands onto the bed and spread her legs to form a starfish shape. Satisfied that I was suitably primed to plough into her waiting pussy, I pumped her mercilessly as she grunted like a lady deprived of rough sex. I did not take long to ejaculate as she tightened her pussy lips around my cock, sending me to an elated state of sexual gratification.

“That was an awesome fuck”, “A” said as my cock stayed inside her pussy and slowly began to unharden. I pulled my cock out carefully, ensuring that the condom was intact. She helped me remove my condom, inspected the volume of sperm and commented, “remarkable”.

I was in a daze. I just had an amazing fuck with this beautiful, young Korean lady who was complimenting me in perfect English, and she looked like she thoroughly enjoyed the session too.

- - - - -

“A” applied lip gloss and then buttoned her jacket. I handed her an envelope (I will explain in the next chapter). She kissed my lips, took a slight bow and bid me goodnight. “See you in a few months”, I said. “Looking forward to it”, she smiled wickedly again.

(To be continued)

funfox

06-11-2021, 11:51 AM

Awesome contributions as usual. Thanks bro Online2Offline. Don’t keep us waiting too long 👍🏼😃

bighead111

08-11-2021, 08:26 AM

Hopefully you will continue to travel as much as before once the border opened up so that we have more stories to look forward too.

tnm69

08-11-2021, 09:47 PM

Very good share, please keep coming TS :)

Online2Offline

08-11-2021, 09:56 PM

Awesome contributions as usual. Thanks bro Online2Offline. Don’t keep us waiting too long 👍🏼😃

Thanks, bro. Hopefully I can continue to contribute regularly, gotta balance with work stuff :cool:

Online2Offline

08-11-2021, 10:00 PM

Hopefully you will continue to travel as much as before once the border opened up so that we have more stories to look forward too.

Bro, I seriously doubt I will go back to the 2 to 3-week a month of travelling pre-covid, not in the near future at least. Sincerely hope covid can be tamed... I do miss my overseas pussy adventures :D

Online2Offline

08-11-2021, 10:00 PM

Very good share, please keep coming TS :)

Thanks for your support, bro!

Online2Offline

08-11-2021, 10:01 PM

(Continuation)

“See you in a few months”, I said. “Looking forward to it”, she smiled wickedly again.

- - - - -

A few months passed quickly and I was back in Seoul. Like before, I had to meet “A” at the hotel lobby (key card elevator access was required).

“A” stood beside the huge flower arrangement at the lobby. She looked brilliant in her all-black jacket-skirt-heels-handbag ensemble. She was worthy of the second look people took, as I approached her. She looked like an attractive young lawyer.

She dropped her bag and hugged me tightly as soon as the room door shut. Public showing of affection is not common in conservative Korea - I was delighted by her spontaneous warm welcome for me behind closed doors. We helped each other undress to our underwear before I showered first. (Through the years, I never had any “shower together” experiences in Korea, unlike in other East Asian countries like China and Japan).

Snugly tucked underneath the comforter cover, “A’ joked that she can’t massage if her life depended on it. Her point was, let’s get straight into the action, which I gladly welcomed.

“A” was a natural vixen. Pressing her breasts against my chest, she initiated a series of soft, slow kisses while fondling my cock, which needless to say, was already rock hard. The kisses would continue southwards, reaching the crotch area where she would start licking, and then balls sucking. I also noticed she was rubbing her clit, pleasuring herself concurrently. “A” had “talking eyes” – a seductive non-verbal language which can loosely be interpreted as “you’re enjoying this, huh”.

As she teased the tip of my penis with her commendable tongue-work, I could feel the sexual tension rapidly building-up. It was like there was lust in the air. The room smelt of sex. “A” had by then gotten herself dripping wet, she rubbed her pussy against my body to spread the love juice.

She put on the condom for me and jumped on top of me urgently. It felt like she was hornier than me! Allowing her to get into her element, I squeezed those wonderful papayas hanging proudly from that smooth, sexy, creamy white body. She turned around and continued in reverse cowgirl as my hands tried desperately (but unsuccessfully) to grab her breasts from behind, in my laying down position.

Happy that she had sufficiently warmed up her engine, “A” summoned for me to go on top. But just a couple of minutes later, she changed her mind. She wanted to be poked doggy-style, and for her breasts to be squeezed at the same time while her hands clung on to the bed’s headboard. Later, she would place her waist at the edge of the bed. I stood next to the bed, raised her legs against my shoulder, and started fucking her.

She seemed to enjoy the blood rushing to her head as I pumped her standing up, holding her slim legs and by default lifting her lower body slightly upwards. In this standing position, I was able to ram into her freely without being bothered by the mattress or bedsheets getting in the way. After I had ejaculated, she lowered her legs and gestured for me to lie on top of her. My body crushed lightly against her soft, ample breasts, and my cock remained parked inside her warm, wet pussy as we hugged and felt each other’s heartbeat slow down…

(To be continued)

Zanaku

08-11-2021, 10:15 PM

Look forward to more juicy updates :)

Online2Offline

09-11-2021, 09:47 PM

Look forward to more juicy updates :)

Coming right up, bro! :D

Online2Offline

09-11-2021, 09:52 PM

My body crushed lightly against her soft, ample breasts, and my cock remained parked inside her warm, wet pussy as we hugged and felt each other’s heartbeat slow down…

- - - - -

I continued to meet “A” each time I was in Seoul, for nearly two years since we first met. I really liked that she was bubbly and consistently unpredictable. On one occasion, she had an extra bag, a gym bag. As the room door shut, she dived onto the bed, fully clothed, declaring that her muscles were aching.

“You were at the gym”, I sought confirmation. “Yes, and now I need another work out!”, she declared. Without warning, I jumped onto bed, slipped my hands underneath her skirt and pulled down her panties in a blink. I also deftly unzipped her skirt and suddenly, her skirt and panties were near her ankles. Parking my mouth on her pussy, I licked and tongue fucked her mercilessly as she ruffled my head and hair.

“A” then jumped out of bed, kicked off her high heels and let her skirt and panties slide onto the floor. Not to be outdone, she unzipped my trousers and easily pulled out my throbbing cock from my underwear while I was still laying on bed. She sucked me hard as if she depended on my cock for life support.

“A” took a breather, quickly removed her jacket and flung it onto the bed. My NS (National Service) training from years ago came in handy. Within seconds, I had kicked off my shoes and flicked my pants and underwear onto the floor. But I did not have time to remove my shirt. In these few seconds, “A” had retrieved the condom from her bag and was ready to cap me.

It was a scene a bit like office sex. “A” was in her white shirt, nothing else. I was also in my white shirt and black socks, nothing else. As “A” was capping me, I only managed to remove the top two buttons of her shirt, just enough for her breasts to threaten to jump out of her lacy bra as I climbed on top of her. She held on to my cock, rubbing it at the entrance of her pussy, as I hurriedly removed my shirt.

It was a real turn-on as I drilled “A” with her shirt on, with her bra and milky breasts suffocating under her shirt. As I continued exploring the depths of her love tunnel with my useful tool, “A” unbuttoned her shirt completely and unhooked her bra. Soon, I was sucking on her light brown nipples while my waist worked overtime banging my cock into her juicy pussy. It was the first time in a while that I had sex where my companion was still wearing her top, though in this instance, I had full access to her naked chest.

Another memorable occasion was one trip during winter. Seoul winters can be brutal, and that trip, the evening temperature plunged to minus 10 degree celsius. I had adjusted the room temperature to 26 degrees to counter the coldness overcoming the floor-to-ceiling glass panels in my room.

I was wearing a bathrobe, looking down some 20 floors below at the frozen hotel swimming pool that had been converted into an ice-skating ring, waiting for “A” as she took a shower. “A” joined me shortly, pressing her naked body against me. I could feel her soft breast on my back despite the bathrobe I wore. She cheekily slipped her hands into my bathrobe and fiddled with my cock. Turning around, I dropped my bathrobe and playfully rubbed my cock outside her pussy entrance. Things heated up pretty quicky as we explored each other’s tongue, and I instinctively grabbed the condom I placed nearby earlier, expertly putting it on without looking at my cock as we were still locked in cleansing each other’s tongue.

“A” pressed her body against the glass panel, her breasts and hands making condensation marks on the cold surface. I carefully inserted my cock from behind as “A” arched her body to facilitate it. Slowly, I drilled her in standing position. She let her hands slip down so her body was bent forward, giving me the opportunity to cup her cold breasts and pokey nipples. We made love, standing, semi-doggy, while looking out at the pretty scenery downstairs, a lighted ice-skating ring with the nearby, neatly lined trees, sparkling with Christmas-ish lights.

(To be continued)

CowardPotato

10-11-2021, 10:31 AM

TS very skilled in seducing girls.
Can open class teach or not :p

donten

10-11-2021, 06:30 PM

Awesome story man, keep it up! :D

Online2Offline

10-11-2021, 10:36 PM

TS very skilled in seducing girls.
Can open class teach or not :p

Bro, I am not good at seducing girls.

My personal philosophy is “Be Nice” – two main areas:
Clean/neat/polite (nothing to do with expensive clothes, and bad manners brings you nowhere in life); and
Have empathy (given a choice, who wants to be a WL? Most of us mere mortals just want to put food on the table and have a better quality of life. Same goes for the lady, regardless of her trade/profession).

Of course, if you are good looking/physically attractive and are financially generous, it helps a lot. For the record, I do not have these qualities…..

Online2Offline

10-11-2021, 10:36 PM

Awesome story man, keep it up! :D

Thanks for your support, bro!

Online2Offline

10-11-2021, 10:38 PM

(Continuation)

We made love, standing, semi-doggy, while looking out at the pretty scenery downstairs, a lighted ice-skating ring with the nearby, neatly lined trees, sparkling with Christmas-ish lights.

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“A” and I were comfortable with each other after our first couple of meetings. I would contact her a week in advance to book her, as I normally had only one free night in Seoul. She always accommodated me. On more than one occasion, she would hang out in my room beyond the one hour I had booked her for. We would chat about trending topics (at that time), and about her favourite football team (which is my team’s arch rival).

“I love hanging out with you”, “A” told me. That was after a candid chat about certain topics, and after I had disparaged her team, post the sex session. I observed “A” to be intelligent and remarkably open for a Korean woman. When she feels the “connection”, she completely submits herself, not only during sexual intercourse, but for the whole prelude too. I got to know her a little more, some details which will remain with me till I die. But one thing that can be shared, “A” has British blood, though she looks 90 percent Korean to me. That explained for her English fluency, Korean-Western mixed features, and perhaps her openness.

Booking “A” was never difficult. After first meeting her, I did not bother looking around for other options - because “A” was almost perfect for me. And I liked the way she operated. Always professionally dressed and polite (until the action starts, then it’s all slutty and horny to the max). Our trysts were never positioned as commercial transactions, per se. You see, I don’t pay “A”, so to speak. I provide her with a “donation”, in cash, in an envelope. And I hand her the envelope with two hands, and she would receive it likewise, with a slight bow. It was how “A” wanted it. It was how I preferred it, too.

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“Sorry your team lost again. Make it up to you next week – X date/X time, same hotel”, I texted “A”. Instead of her usual confirmation, “A” requested that I booked her though her website. That’s when I realized she became a full-time, and upscale escort. There was a schedule online – dates/cities (major financial centres in Asia/Europe). And a price list. In Seoul, it was US$800 for a two-hour block. (I had been paying US$200 for an hour).

“I’m afraid it’s out of my league”, I texted her later. “Enjoy your time in Seoul”, she replied with an accompanying playful emoji. That was the last time we communicated. I have had great times with “A”, lasting memories which I will treasure. It’s time to move on again…

hawk007

13-11-2021, 08:59 AM

Wow, bro O2O, you must be a writer with a lot of life experiences. Your writing is fantastic, this can be a book by itself.

I finish reading page 1 to here in 3 days.

Thank you for writing this. I am sure many enjoy ur story!!

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13-11-2021, 01:01 PM

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13-11-2021, 11:46 PM

Return to Innocence

By her own admission, Xiao Ling (XL) was a “nong cun” girl (i.e. girl from the countryside, usually a rural area). It was her first overseas trip, having accompanied a “sister” to Singapore to ply the undocumented massage trade on a tourist visa. In fact, it was her first trip outside her poor, impoverished home town.

Over the course of four weeks, I witnessed a shy villager turn into a hungry, sex-craved young lady; it was like a fast-tracked discovery trip for XL; and for me, it was a return to innocence.

(To be continued)

Online2Offline

14-11-2021, 01:30 AM

(Continuation)

Over the course of four weeks, I witnessed a shy villager turn into a hungry, sex-craved young lady; it was like a fast-tracked discovery trip for XL; and for me, it was a return to innocence.

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One humid night after dinner, I turned up at an old apartment building, the type where you drive right into an open carpark, without any barrier or security guard. I don’t remember the actual street or building name, but it’s one of those old buildings ripe for redevelopment, around Moulmein area.

“I am downstairs”, I texted XL in Chinese. She replied with her apartment’s unit number. The estate was quiet and calm. It hardly had any life, save for a few units upstairs where the lights were on.

The elevator had a stale stench, probably due to poor ventilation. Arriving at the unit, the gate was ajar (as described by XL) – I knocked on the door softly, and the host quietly let me in, in pitch darkness. The corridor lighting only afforded a glimpse of my host, nothing more than a slim frame of 1.6m or so.

She led me into a bedroom, which had lights on. To my relief, standing before me was a shy young lady in a cartoon character t-shirt and sports shorts, and slippers. She carried a warm smile. Handing me a white towel, she asked that I go shower. The attached bathroom was old but clean. It was very minimalist – just shower gel; and by the sink and mirror, a toothbrush, toothpaste and mouth wash. A pink towel (presumably XL’s) hung on the single hook by the wall. There wasn’t any other personal care products or cosmetics. I had to hang my clothes on the single hook together with the pink towel.

Back in the room, XL was sitting on the bed, waiting for me. The windows were wide open, with curtains half-drawn. She had now switched off the ceiling lights, but kept the two smaller yellow lights just above the bedframe. The standing fan made a constant motorized noise, not loud, just humming patiently as negligible background noise. Apparently, the air-con is broken. It felt like a fly-by-night sleaze joint (which it probably was). But somehow, XL exuded a charm as she sat on the bed – a genuinely warm smile, and mesmerizing eyes which were too shy to look directly at me.

Laying facedown, XL applied a little oil on my back and started her massage. As anticipated, her massage was very amateurish. But I could also sense she was trying hard.

“Gege, ni jing chang an mo ma?” (Elder brother, do you go for massage often?), she asked me. I decided, as a prank, to pretend to be a difficult customer. Your massage can be improved, I replied firmly in Chinese. XL turned to damage-control mode instantly. “Wo bu hui an, dan wo hui nu li” (I don’t know how to massage, but I will work hard), she said apologetically. I suggested she then focused on massaging my hands and legs, as I turned around, facing her. I did not look angry, nor unpleased. But I certainly wasn’t smiling.

XL removed her t-shirt but put her arms across her chest, covering her breasts and looked away. She was very shy. A few seconds later, she removed her hands and started massaging my hand. Despite the dimmed lighting, I could see she had a well-toned body, and a beautiful pair of nicely-shaped breasts, probably 33B. Now that she was literally sitting next to me, I saw a nubile young lady, very pleasant looking with eyes that captured my heart. My cock simultaneously came to life. Very alive.

(To be continued)

rebotics

14-11-2021, 10:14 PM

Thanks to TS for sharing, camping for more!

Online2Offline

14-11-2021, 10:31 PM

Thanks to TS for sharing, camping for more!

Thanks for supporting!

Online2Offline

14-11-2021, 10:33 PM

Now that she was literally sitting next to me, I saw a nubile young lady, very pleasant looking with eyes that captured my heart. My cock simultaneously came to life. Very alive.

“Gege, ni bu yao sheng qi” (brother, don’t be angry), she said timidly. At this point, I decided to drop the prank, and not make things awkward. “Wo mei sheng qi ya, bu yao na me ren zhen” (I’m not angry, don’t be so serious), I said with a broad grin.

XL immediately cheered up and flashed a big smile. I ran my fingers along her smooth, flawless body, silently marvelling at her breasts as I physically inspected its softness, texture and size relative to the cup of my hand. I tugged at her shorts.

“Jin tian bu fang bian” (not convenient today), XL said shyly, again without looking at me. She inched closer to me, so it became easier for my two hands to comprehensively sample her body. It was almost like “compensation” for not being able to remove her shorts, or roam freely around her private area.

XL then bent forward and licked my nipples. Her soft breasts brushed against my lower body, causing my cock to adopt an even more rigid posture. She stopped abruptly and looked up. “Zhe yang ke yi ma?” (is this okay?), she asked. I nodded weakly while smiling ear to ear. Maybe it was the dimmed yellow lights, or maybe it was her “concern” over her quality of service; I visualized a submissive young lady - not bad looking at all, and with a body that many will envy – who earnestly wanted me to be pleased.

XL shifted her body a little so she could position herself comfortably to handle my cock. Her expression was priceless. Her eyes widened. Her mouth opened. Prior to this, her line of sight could not see my cock. Now she had a full, unencumbered look at my raging tool at close quarters. My pre-cum made for a shiny look at the tip of my cock.

“Gege, zhen de hao da” (it’s really big), she gasped. “Hao da. Hao da”, she repeated, as she continued staring at my tool. She put a few drops of oil on her right her palm. With great anticipation, she grabbed my dick with her right hand. Perhaps she had a tiny hand, because the top tier of my cock emerged above her clenched fingers. She started to masturbate me, first with one hand, then with the other hand. I was tuning her erected nipples and cupping her soft, smooth breasts. I also switched to stroking her upper thighs occasionally, cheekily sliding a few fingers underneath her shorts without touching her panties.

“Zhe yang wo hui hen nan shou de” (its “difficult” for me this way), XL said, in an obvious reference to her own growing sexual desire. I ignored XL’s plea and continued teasing her, her nipples had hardened to a point of no return. Looking at her, she had closed her eyes and was biting her lips. I erupted like a fierce volcano and my sperm shot far and wide, staining my own body, all over her hands, and part of her body.

“Gege, ni hao bang” (you are awesome), XL said as she generously tore a realm of toilet paper to clean up the sperm-mess I made. As soon as she wiped her hands clean, she quickly put on her t-shirt.

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“Guo liang tian lai kan wo” (visit me in two days), XL said, looking at me straight in the eye for the first time. “Guo liang tian hui fang bian” (it will be convenient then), she continued.

As I unlocked my car door downstairs, I looked up at the apartment building, making a quick mental count on the floor level that I had just visited. I could see someone waving from one of the units from that floor, her hand outside the window. (I did not wave back).

“Kai che man dian” (drive slowly), she texted me, as I was driving out of the open carpark. Intuitively, I sensed XL was happy to meet me. I was looking forward to see her again, when it is “more convenient”…..

(To be continued)

donten

14-11-2021, 11:48 PM

Awesome story bro, more please! :D

Online2Offline

14-11-2021, 11:50 PM

Awesome story bro, more please! :D

Since you asked... why not !

Online2Offline

14-11-2021, 11:58 PM

(Continuation)

“Kai che man dian” (drive slowly), she texted me, as I was driving out of the open carpark. Intuitively, I sensed XL was happy to meet me. I was looking forward to see her again, when it is “more convenient”…..

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It was five days after we first met. “How late can I come?”, I asked XL in Chinese. She suggested 10pm, as her last customer. I also pre-empted her that “we can go to a motel*, it would be more comfortable”. (I honestly did not like her place).

(*In China, hotels normally refer to fancy, 5-star rated establishments, like the Shangri-la Hotel. Motels (or lv guan) are modest, 2/3-star places, like 7 Days Inn or Motel 168; or Hotel 81 in Singapore)

Just after 9pm, XL texted me. “You can come anytime, I am free now.” At 9.30pm, I fetched XL from her apartment building.

I have never seen so many Indian people before, XL said excitedly during our short drive as we approached Hotel 81, near Sim Lim area. She had tied up her hair, wore a plain black t-shirt, jeans and a pair of ANTA sneakers. She was like a uni student. She carried a small backpack. (I later found out she did not own any handbag as “it was not necessary”). She was also in awe of the sights, sounds and smells of Little India, as we had to walk a short distance from the street parking lot to the hotel. Everything, it seemed, was new to XL. She was very excited and happy.

I brought along my travel toiletries pouch – toothbrush, toothpaste, shaver, shower gel/body wash, … and condoms. Hotel 81 was very basic, but it was clean and comfortable. It was certainly better than XL’s place.

I am booking you for two hours, I told XL upfront. No rush, I added. I folded a wad of toilet paper, wet it, and used it as my makeshift ashtray. XL did not smoke, but she was okay for me to smoke in the room. I grabbed the only chair in the room, moved it to the corner of the room and started to smoke. XL sat on the bed. We started to chat like friends.

XL was 22 when I met her. She was a native of Guizhou, one of the poorest provinces in China (I cannot remember the name of her village, up in the hills). She had never left her province prior to coming to Singapore, though her flight took her from Guizhou to Guangzhou as a stop-over. For context, XL’s village in Guiyang, the capital city of Guizhou province, required a 3-hour car ride. She told me she was a “nong cun gu niang” (village girl). Her family planted vegetables to sell in the market, and they had their own chicken pen. Basically, they were self-sufficient, at least food-wise. And during tourist seasons, she would work in a guest house, serving food and cleaning rooms.

I could see that XL was a simple person, in a good way. She had a healthy glow, most likely due to the healthy lifestyle and eating fresh home-grown food. She told me, back home, her day typically starts at 5am and she’s in bed by 10pm. She was tempted to come to Singapore after her “sister” had previously been here for a month, earning equivalent to almost two years’ salary back home, she claimed.

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Aren’t you worried I will behave in an untoward manner (by taking you to a motel), I asked XL, after she had told me about herself. Her reply – both naïve and comforting – put me in a difficult position.

My “sister” said Singapore is a safe place; the people are nice; and I can tell you are not a bad person. I felt I had to “correct” XL. While Singapore is generally safe and the people can be nice, bad things can happen, too, I told her. I can feel you are a nice person. I trust you, that’s why I came out with you, XL reiterated. It was obvious XL was at ease with me.

I was in a difficult position – XL was naïve; she was a straight-shooter; and she came across as a nice person, perhaps not yet contaminated by the many ills of the material world. I was hoping to coax her into being intimate with me, you know, like being able to fuck her. After she said she trusts me, I was not sure if I wanted to push my luck …..

I finished smoking and sat next to XL on the bed. I will sell you to the Indian guy downstairs, I joked. XL play-acted a damsel in distress, “bu yao, bu yao” (no/don’t want) she “wailed” as she hit me softly on my chest with both hands while smiling happily. I grabbed her two hands, rendering her defenceless, and kissed her cheek. I will shower first, she said, as if to get away from me before my next move. I handed her my shower gel, and I could hear the bathroom door lock behind XL. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to have sex with XL anymore, it just didn’t feel right…..

(To be continued)

wattonhenry

15-11-2021, 01:19 AM

*raise eyebrows* - I’m really surprised that you have second thoughts when you are already at the motel Online2Offline. What happened to that killer instinct. Kekeke….

hkbond

15-11-2021, 02:39 PM

Perhaps that will change when XL comes out of the shower :D

Online2Offline

15-11-2021, 10:05 PM

*raise eyebrows* - I’m really surprised that you have second thoughts when you are already at the motel Online2Offline. What happened to that killer instinct. Kekeke….

Bro, sometimes need to pause and re-assess if such ruthless determination is the only way, given the context. Maybe there are other more conciliatory ways…..

Online2Offline

15-11-2021, 10:07 PM

Perhaps that will change when XL comes out of the shower :D

I am also very hopeful that would be the case.....

Online2Offline

15-11-2021, 10:15 PM

I handed her my shower gel, and I could hear the bathroom door lock behind XL. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to have sex with XL anymore, it just didn’t feel right…..

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Obviously, I am no angel. But I’m no devil, too. I’d like to think I’m a conscientious fucker. XL seemed like an innocent, naïve, village girl. I decided to “go with the flow” rather than work towards the end-goal of penetrating her pussy, which I have not seen before, let alone taste or otherwise.

XL came out of the bathroom, covering her modesty with the thin hotel towel. “I smell like a man”, she said in Chinese in a low-pitched voice, contorting her face, which made her look and sound both cute and funny. (I was using Molton Brown’s Russian Leather Body Wash).

I like men, I shot back. She smacked my bums as I walked past her into the bathroom.

XL was sitting by the edge of the bed with her feet close to the floor when I came out of the bathroom. There is only one option with the lights, she said. Having been to Hotel 81 numerous times, I knew exactly what she was referring to – you either “on” or “off” the bedroom lights, there was no option to keep one light “on” and the other “off”. Like how I “managed” this situation in the past, I suggested we leave the bathroom door open with the lights on, then switch off the room lights so it wouldn’t be pitch dark in the bedroom.

XL waited until I switched off the bedroom lights before she moved closer to the middle of the bed. Instantly, her towel opened up, revealing her beautifully shaped breasts despite the limited lighting in the bedroom. She was wearing her panties.

This room is better than mine, she said, making conversation as she rubbed my back with a little oil. How much does it cost? I told her it was not expensive, and although it’s a basic, no frills room, I was happy with it. She said we could come here again in future. I don’t know if it’s her innocence or she was just being customer friendly - somehow XL provided a positive vibe. She was happy that I was happy.

I turned around, face up, to let XL massage my thighs. My cock was already pointing at the ceiling, but not yet fully erect in its expanded form.

I have been working for a few days, and you have the biggest cock, XL told me. What about your boyfriend, I asked her. She said she had a boyfriend before, but he had a small dick. As with conversations of this nature, it led to more erotic talk.

Do you like a big cock, I teased her. “Wo bu zhi dao” (I have no idea), she replied shyly, almost whispering. Her fingers were rubbing very close to my cock and balls, touching my pubic hair. It was visible, even in the dimly-lit surrounding, that my cock was waving on its own.

My hands crept towards and rubbed XL’s panties, I could feel her pubic hair. I could also feel her panties was damp. You didn’t wipe dry properly, I commented; the towel was damp when I had it around my body earlier, she replied smartly. Till this point, XL had not touched my cock directly, though she made sporadic, fleeting contact while working on my inner thighs.

“Zhe yang hen shu fu” (very comfortable this way), I said as XL continued working on my thighs. It was my way of buying time, to see what her reaction would be, as I continued rubbing her panties. “Ni shu fu ma?” (are you comfortable?), I continued. XL did not reply. She turned her head slightly to look sideways, avoiding eye contact and refusing to look at my cock. The view from the side was nice. While she did not have a sharp nose, the contour was complimentary to her overall facial features. I also noticed she was biting her lips.

I decided to slide one finger underneath her panties. My middle finger brushed past her public hair and made minimal contact with her pussy lips. I can confirm that she was wet. I quickly pulled my finger away and continued to rub her panties from the outside.

“Shu fu”(comfortable), XL said in a small voice. I then ran my fingers along the edge of her panties, and I could feel strands of her pubic hair protruding out. “Hen shu fu”, she said, this time slightly louder. “Wo neng tuo ni de nei ku ma?” (can I remove your panties?), I requested. “Bie ren wo bu rang… ni ke yi” (I won’t let others… but you can), she whispered again.

I sat up, slowly guided XL’s body to lay on the bed, and in an even slower motion, peeled off her panties, gradually lowering it to her ankles before taking it off completely.

(To be continued)

Online2Offline

15-11-2021, 11:14 PM

(Continuation)

I sat up, slowly guided XL’s body to lay on the bed, and in an even slower motion, peeled off her panties, gradually lowering it to her ankles before taking it off completely.

I licked XL’s smooth inner thighs. She closed her legs, but said nothing. I used my tongue to draw circles on her pussy hair, inevitably making contact with her pussy. She made a half-hearted effort to push my head away, but I persisted. Soon, she opened her legs a little, just a little bit. I licked faster as I felt her growing wetness. I finally inserted my tongue into her moist love tunnel as she opened her legs a little bit more. After a few seconds, I stopped.

I decided it was as far as I would go, I could not shake off the mental image of a predator grooming a naïve prey. I will let XL decide what she wants (to do), and I will go with the flow as I mentioned earlier.

XL did not know how to respond. I sat up and looked at her as she was still laying down on the bed, seemingly dazed and confused. She looked at me, those mesmerizing eyes torn between lust and guilt. I felt the same. Ok, I lied, mine was more lust than guilt.

“Ni bu neng zhe yang dui wo” (you can’t treat me this way), she spoke after a few seconds. My immediate comprehension was I have crossed the line. I smiled, almost apologetically. But my right brain concurrently had a different interpretation – she could mean “why leave me hanging…”

XL sat up beside me. “Shuo lao shi hua, ni you tao ma?” (to be honest, do you have a condom?), she said. She was staring at my fully erected, salivating cock. “Ying gai bu hui tai teng ba?” (it shouldn’t hurt too much, right?), she said softly again.

“Wo bu zhi dao” (I have no idea), it was my turn to say this. I absolutely, double-confirm, wanted to fuck XL. But I wanted her to make the decision. Not me.

(To be continued)

Online2Offline

16-11-2021, 01:08 AM

(Continuation)

“Wo bu zhi dao” (I have no idea), it was my turn to say this. I absolutely, double-confirm, want to fuck XL. But I wanted her to make the decision. Not me.

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I went to the bathroom, gargled mouth wash and splashed water on my face (my mouth/chin was sticky, should be XL’s pussy juice). I came out of the bathroom with the condom.

I gave the condom to XL as I joined her in bed. She placed it on the bed and came closer to me, putting her nose against my chin. “Hao xiang” (smells good), she said. Then she pressed her breasts against my body and rested her head on my shoulder. Her right leg was over my left leg. My left hand was cross the small of her back. We lay in bed, embraced in this position for what seemed like eternity (in reality it was probably less than a minute). My lively cock was nodding on its own. I could feel XL’s rapid heartbeat, which was as fast as mine.

XL raised her head from my shoulder and kissed my lips.

“Wo yao” (I want), she said very shyly, without looking at me.

That was the signal I was waiting for. My pent-up lust sprang into action. I stuck my tongue into XL’s mouth and she reciprocated instantaneously. Both of our tongues and hands were exploring each other extensively and aggressively. It was like we were very hungry and when the food came, we wolfed down heartily!

I moved down to suck her now-pointed nipples, alternating from left to right. She then nudged my head downwards, and I knew immediately she wanted a good pussy licking! I did not disappoint as my tongue went into overdrive, exploring her delicate pussy lips and tunnelling into her love hole, braving the bushy surrounds which occasionally got into my nostrils. This went on for a few minutes and I felt the escalating urge to bang her.

XL then put on the condom for me. “Man dian, hao da” (slowly, it’s big), she said. In missionary position, I began to submerge my big cock into her tiny pussy, inch by inch. Her cunt juice provided natural lubrication for a smooth and progressive entry. She opened her legs wider each time I moved in deeper. I settled on a constant pace and rhythm as my cock slide in and out of her hairy twat. She stuck out her tongue and I went to meet it with mine.

“Kuai yi dian” (a little faster), she begged. I held her hands and narrowed the angle near her armpits, resulting in her squeezing her ample tits, making the round-and-round bouncing of her creamy white breasts even more erotic. I continued pumping her at her desired pace. Gradually, my cock began to feel a tightness, her pussy was contracting. I was no longer able to attend to her desired speed as my optimum horniness took over. Fortunately, XL liked it. “Hao shu fu, hao shu fu” (very comfortable, very comfortable), she cried out. With a loud groan, I unloaded my sperm into her.

“Wo xi huan gen ni zuo ai” (I like making love with you), XL said, as I lay next to her catching my breadth. She curled up and tucked herself onto me. “Wo xi huan da de” (I like it big), she giggled.

(To be continued)

CowardPotato

16-11-2021, 09:27 AM

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16-11-2021, 11:09 PM

Really good leh, read liao make me feel want go chiong and make girl say Hao Shu Fu as well

If there are no potential implications (you know best), go forth and have a fucking good time, bro! Time and tide wait for no man.

Online2Offline

16-11-2021, 11:22 PM

(Continuation)

“Wo xi huan gen ni zuo ai” (I like making love with you), XL said, as I lay next to her catching my breadth. She curled up and tucked herself onto me. “Wo xi huan da de” (I like it big), she giggled.

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“Gege, bu lai kan wo ma?” (Brother, not visiting me?), XL texted me several days later.

“Ming wan jiu dian jie ni” (I will fetch you at 9pm tomorrow night), I replied.

I intentionally took a longer route from XL’s place to drive to Keppel Bay, showing her the Singapore Flyer and the unique design that is Marina Bay Sands. It was a quiet weekday night at Prive. We chose a sofa facing the waters. I could see she was overwhelmed by the new things she saw along the way. She also took a bunch of photos at Prive. I thought it would be nice to show her a few sights instead of going directly to the motel.

XL was having an alcoholic cocktail and soaking in the balmy atmosphere. Why are you treating me so nice, she asked me.

So you can treat me the same if I go to Guizhou (where she was from), I said.

But I don’t have a car, and I don’t know how to drive, and I can’t afford to take you to a nice restaurant, she blurted before I gently put my finger on her lips.

We can book a Didi and have local noodles, I consoled her. You know Didi? (China’s version of Grab), she said. I rolled my eyes and told her I know more of China than she knows about Singapore, and we both laughed. Her child-like reply warmed my heart. It reminded me of my own innocence many, many years ago.

It did not feel like I simply booked XL for a massage session. It felt more like taking an out-of-town girlfriend (a young one :D) for a joy ride and a drink.

We checked into the Fragrance Hotel at the foot of Mount Faber. At ten plus weekday night, that place was eerily quiet. The kind receptionist gave us a big room (I paid the standard two-hour transit room rate).

“Wo mei li qi gei ni an le” (I have no strength to massage you), XL said as she sank into the bed. She had two drinks in the 40min or so we were at Prive. But I don’t think she was drunk. “Jin wan wo an ni” (I will massage you tonight), I offered.

We took turns to shower, and when I came out of the bathroom, she was watching the local Chinese channel on TV. She had switched off the room lights but kept the side-table lamp lighted. Despite the modest room, it felt cosy and romantic.

XL was underneath the bed cover and I joined her. She was naked; no panties this time.

“Ni hui an?” (you know how to massage?), she looked at me. Let me try, I said. She promptly rested on her stomach as I pulled the bed cover aside. I muted the TV. As I had never did anything with XL from behind, it was the first time I had a good look at her back, her ass, and her legs. Let’s just say it was a pleasing and inviting sight – smooth skin, slightly perky ass (many China girls have rather flat bums), and straight legs. I began to imagine things… you know, from behind…

Using the baby oil she brought with her, I applied a thin layer onto XL’s back and started to massage her, mustering all that I can remember from proper, professional massage therapies that I had experienced.

As I moved my hands downwards to massage her bums, XL felt slightly ticklish, so I moved further downwards. I put a little more oil on my palms and began to massage her thighs, intentionally brushing near to her butt crack. To come across as “more professional and concurrently less lecherous”, I did not solely focus on her inner thigh/butt area. I continued to move downwards and massaged her calf and ankle, on each leg. Then I would move upwards back to her thighs/bums.

“OK ma?” (Is it alright?), I asked. “Hai ke yi” (it’s alright), she said. “Hao, an qian mian”, (good, massage the front), I continued. XL turned around and for a brief moment, she was undecided whether to cover her chest or her pussy area with her hands. “Shou zai shen bian” (hands by your side), I said authoritatively. She complied. I must say it’s very easy to like XL. She was like an obedient student. Again, I felt she was happy if I was happy.

As I worked on her hands, stomach and legs, XL was just very shy, she kept her eyes shut. I avoided touching her breasts or pussy area, to maintain my so-called professionalism. I sensed she was relaxed and comfortable, and she just let me be.

Then I decided to apply a soft touch. Seeing that her eyes were still shut, I licked her nipples. She stirred a little but did not resist. I enlarged my licking radius and began to lick her breasts, and by the time I re-licked her nipples, they was definitely harder than before.

I continued licking the base of her breasts and then in a swift and sleek movement, I drew a straight line from the middle of her chest down to her lower stomach with my tongue, connecting with her hairy bush. XL moved a bit and clutched my wrist. I began to kiss near her pussy lips, taking in her moistness. Inevitably my tongue extended into her wet love hole. As I dabbled my tongue deeper into her vagina, she held my wrist tighter.

“Wo xiang yao” (I want to), she said timidly. Though she said it softly, I heard her well. But I ignored her and continued exploring the inner walls of her love cave with my tongue.

“Wo xiang yao”, she said again, a little louder this time. I looked up at her. Her mesmerizing eyes met my lusty eyes.

(To be continued)

fonch99

17-11-2021, 08:26 PM

Nice steamy updates, more please! :)

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18-11-2021, 10:27 PM

Nice steamy updates, more please! :)

As you wish, bro…

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18-11-2021, 10:28 PM

Since I started this thread a few months ago, there were a few anonymous bros who upped my points without leaving you nick - thank you for your words of encouragement and the points :D

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18-11-2021, 10:39 PM

(Continuation)

“Wo xiang yao”, she said again, a little louder this time. I looked up at her. Her mesmerizing eyes met my lusty eyes.

I had earlier placed my clothes on the desk next to the bed, by design. Without leaving the bed, I reached my jeans where I had kept the condom. As I tore open the condom’s packaging, XL put in a request. “Wo ke yi zai shang mian ma?” (can I be on top?)

It was easy to cap myself as my cock was as big as it can possibly be. I lay on my back. XL stole a shy smile and took her position, initially a little nervously as she adjusted her balance. She seemed inexperienced in this position.

I held onto my dick as XL found her footing. I began to brush the tip of my cock randomly around her pussy area. Occasionally, I would let 1cm to 2cm of my cock enter her pussy just for the tease. The build-up was erotically electrifying, and XL began her ride. Holding on to my hands, she began gyrating with my cock deep inside her. I felt the lush dampness of her pussy juice permeating my capped cock and spreading towards my pubic hair. Unfortunately, she did not last long as she was struggling to find a sustainable rhythm.

We switched position and I went on top of her. XL grabbed my cock and brushed it around her pussy area, just like how I did it earlier. I think she enjoyed the sensation of a pulsating thick cock in her hand, in anticipation of its grand entry into the sacred hole. At her own pace, XL inserted my cock into her wet pussy as I observed with interest her own self-discovery. After my cock was deeply engaged into her black hole, she rubbed her clitoral hood when I started to pump her slowly. As I picked up speed, she grabbed her own breasts, grunting softly at the same time. Her eyes were shut, I can only assume she was in her own erotic dream, but with a real, long, thick and hard cock complementing her private, lusty thoughts.

I started to bang XL furiously, almost like rough sex, as her low key grunts escalated into higher-pitched cries of joy. Twice my cock had to be re-inserted into her pussy as the combination of her dripping pussy and my turbo-charged thrusts made it difficult to permanently park my dick inside her fanny.

XL suddenly grabbed by elbows and pulled me towards her, I almost knocked into her head. She kissed me and refused to remove her mouth from mine, cleverly camouflaging her cries as she climaxed. Though I was well on my way to reaching the point of a massive ejaculation, XL’s sudden action cut short my measured build-up, and I fired mercilessly into her less than a minute after she had come. She wrapped her arms around my waist, locking me on top of her as my cock continued to be lodged inside her love cave. I eased up a little, resting my palms against the mattress, to take off some of my body weight on her body.

As I lay down beside her to cool-off, XL put her palms over her eyes and I can see she was smiling. If the lighting was better, I suspect I can even see her blushing. I think she was feeling embarrassed. I think she had discovered a few sweet spots for herself while I dutifully fucked her. We were both tired. I will ask her the next time…

(To be continued)