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Pitching my tent .
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Great story bro!
Am setting up camp here with the other bros! And just an extract from your story below: anya strutted out of the bedroom with a slow sexy catwalk. She was dressed in a red sleveless qipao that barely covered her thighs. As she walked towards me, I could see that the slit on its side went all the way up to her hips. The qipao was teasing me with hints of an equally red G-string that was fastened with a dainty ribbon resting on her hips. Her nipples were easily visible under the sheer cloth and I thought her breasts were begging to be freed. I had lost all my appetite for dinner. I like the part in bold. was laughing like crazy! I know how it feels man! It happened to me once before! |
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Back to WTC with Tanya at my side, she replied Yasmine's question with a simple, "Yea, we had a fantastic weekend."
I quickly asked for Yasmine's contact to interrupt the proceedings and she gave me her name card before bidding her goodbyes. As she turned to walk away, she gave me a wink and silently mouthed the words, "Call me." "Who was that?" Tanya asked nonchalantly. "Oh, a good friend from school who I lost touch with." I wasn't ready to let Tanya out of my hands yet, not after such a memorable weekend. I lusted after her 28 year old body. But I made a mental note to catch up with Yasmine soon then. Yasmine and I had become good friends in school, especially after our first fuck. You could say we were the proverbial fuck buddies. Our sex stopped when she started seeing steady boyfriends, but she always liked the wrong type of guys. I on the other hand, was more than happy to be her "rock". She never failed to call me to cry over how badly the guys have treated her and I never failed to fuck her nicely to help her forget about each and every one. I always enjoyed the sex with her after her break-ups as it seemed to me that she was much more eager to fuck me. It was as if she wanted to show them what they were missing out on. One of the most amazing fucks in my teenage years was with Yasmine actually. She had called me at home late one night, "I broke up with Desmond. That fucking asshole was fucking Sheryl behind my back!!" I consoled her and went through my usual lines like he doesn't deserve you lah, he's a fucker to begin with lah, blah blah blah. Then before our two hour conversation ended, I confirmed dinner with her the next day. I didn't have any classes that day and met her at the bus-stop school to pick her up in my mum's car. I remember getting impatient as her lecture was supposed to finish at five and it was already 5.15pm. Out of nowhere, the passenger door suddenly opened and I saw Yasmine's well sculpted and smooth calves start to move into the car. I was delighted to see her outfit. She was wearing a dark blue linen dress which hugged her lean figure at all the right places. It was a spaghetti top which I knew would make it easy for me to take it off her later. Her hair was also tied into a neat ponytail. "You look really nice!" I said as she fastened the seatbelt. "How come I didn't see you coming out of the gates?" I added. "I went home in the afternoon to change, didn't feel like eating in T-shirt and jeans," was her reply. She said she was ok with anywhere for dinner but I knew she wouldn't want to eat at hawker centres. So I drove to a convenient venue - Denny's at Holland Village. Dinner was uneventful, it was the usual consolations from a guy to a girl. Trying to make her feel good about herself and reassuring her about how beautiful she was. Repeating myself over and over again. She cheered up considerably after that. As we were leaving I asked her where we should go. She replied, "Come to my place, my parents are at the club tonight." The thoughts in my head at that exact moment was an image of MC Hammer saying his classic line "Hammer Time!" We got to her place, with me playing it cool the whole time and just as I wanted to drop her off. She asked me, "Aren't you coming up?" I said, "Only if you really want me to." She gave me a cute smile and said, "C, you know what I need by now. I know you want to be a gentleman about this. But I won't think any less of you." I actually couldn't care less if she thought much of me or not. I just wanted her to say that to boost my fucking ego. We went up to her place and didn't even bother turning on the lights before heading straight into her room. It wasn't my first time there and I reached to lock her door behind me as usual. The door had barely clicked shut when she pounced on me and we started french kissing each other. She was out to fuck with a vengence. She kissed my neck and started to pull my polo tee over my head. As soon as that went off, she started licking and sucking my nipples. Sensing how desperate she was to please, I started to unbutton my jeans. Yasmine got the hint and went down on her knees. She pulled my jeans off with some urgency and as I stepped out of them I told her, "Slow down princess, I'm not in a hurry." She looked up at me and smiled sweetly, her hands massaging my cock and balls through my underwear. She then pulled down its garter slightly slight to allow my cock head to escape and proceeded to lick and kiss the exposed purple helmet! She continued to massage my balls gently and stuck her tongue at my cock head to play with my pre-cum. Extracting tendrils of the clear fluid and moving her head back to show me the glistening threads. Each time she did this, my juice coated her lips more. I groaned in pleasure and she took this cue to bite my waistband and pull it down with her teeth. She wrapped her right hand snugly round my cock for support and was softly jerking my hard dick. After taking off my underwear, she put her lips back on the tip of my cock and started to coat them with more of my pre-cum juice again. She then parted her lips to form a nice "O" and slowly sucked my cock in. She placed both her hands on my hips to steady herself and started to give me a really earnest blowjob. Her ponytail bouncing in rhythm to her bobbing head motion. "Can I cum in your mouth?" I asked her and she immediately stopped what she was doing. She withdrew my cock from her mouth, stood up and said "Not yet. I need to fuck you first." I immediately reached for her spaghetti straps and pulled her dress down her body. I carried her to the bed and set her down, my hands reached for her lacy panties and pulled them off her slender legs. She had already put a condom by her bedside which I next proceed to rip it open. She took it from my hands and told me, "Slow down boy, I want to ride you." She put the unrolled condom on the tip of my cock and proceed to put her mouth over it. She then unrolled the condom down the length of my cock with her lips. I lay down on the bed immediately after she was done, she squatted over my stiff rod and slowly lowered her very wet pussy onto me. "MMMmmmm, I'm glad you're around for me to enjoy C. I hope you're enjoying it as much as I am." Yasmine always says something similar when its a break-up fuck. I always reply with, "Yasmine, those fuckers don't know what they are missing. You know love your pussy, its so warm and tight!" She balanced herself by bending backwards slighly, placing her hands on my knees and started bouncing up and down on my cock. This gave me a clear view of my cock splitting her wet cunt lips. Pretty soon, her juices and spread all over my hips and she was close to coming. Her wails of pleasure was loud and music to my ears, she sounded similar to a cute barking puppy when she's close to climaxing. I had shoved her bra up and she was now dangling her breasts just above my mouth and she continued to ride my cock like a jockey. I sucked those delicious nipples I my mouth and rolled them between my teeth. My hands were gripping her ass cheeks, sometimes pulling them apart, sometimes kneading them and sometimes giving them a good smack. Before long, I could feel myself cumming. At that very moment she forced herself on my pelvis and started grinding me. Her tits were bouncing up and down furiously and she was going, "Yessssss!!! Oooooooo Yessssss!!!! Ahhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Yesssss, oh fuck yes!" As she collapsed on me and I hugged her, I could feel myself softening inside her. This was the first time someone came at the same time as I did. |
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Great story bro. Thanks for sharing.
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Dear Bros,
I've been happily reading the other threads and I came across bro Scott_ID's. He's a great writer and visionary, I take my hat off to him. Following his example, I'd like to include a couple of pictures in my stories as well but I can't find the "Edit" button. In future, I'll try to post relevant images to prop the story up some more. Below is a picture that is relevant to my post about Tanya and her qipao. Its the closest one I can find. Some of you may be able to identify that this is the character Ada Wong from Resident Evil. I have done some simple picture editing to this image to present to you what was very close to Tanya's outfit. Tanya's hair is longer though. Otherwise the body's also very very similar. |
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Just a simple shout out to those who have supported this post.
Sirius all I can say is You'll Never Walk Alone canthaveenuf, if it was my office back then, I may have not been so bold. stroker68, I think most of us would have shared the same kind of feeling. Its sucks but its bloody exciting at the same time. For everyone else who posted on this thread, thanks for your support. Those who sent me rep points also are greatly appreciated, doesn't matter to me that they are grey or green. So long as everyone enjoys can liao. |
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Bro Mulch,
Keep up d gd effort, add mor pics & spice in ur story. kekeee.. Cheers, CTL
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Now somemore with pictures to go along with. Great job bro.
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Well done Bro! Imagine with real photos lagi best (censor the face lah for privacy) |
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Nice story Bro........ Been following it since CNY........ a really horny new year after reading it
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totally agree with u,keep it up
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bro sextoy.com.sg and klein76
I definitely won't be able to include real pictures because I don't have any to begin with. Any pictures that I include in future posts will be what I think are very close to the circumstances in terms of either the features, clothes or situation (see Tanya's clothing above). They will be more meant as "props", I will continue to focus on the story instead of pictures though. Hope you'll understand. |
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To earn money while I was studying I took on jobs whenever I could. It soon became obvious to me that the best job is to waiter at cool location.
I managed to land a part-time job with one of the pubs along Boat Quay and it really helped that I could work Friday evenings. That was where the chicks hung out and Friday evenings were the best as they would descend from chick heaven and lounge around at the club to see and be seen. They came in all shapes and sizes, small and petite to tall and leggy. I've often been asked which I prefer? Am I a leg-man or a breast-man? My answer is always the same, I am a man. As long as they are pretty and I get to fuck them, I don't fucking care. That was where I met Tracy. I first saw her with a group of girlfriends and they were having a rocking good time. All of them were good-looking chicks and each one looked completely shaggable. But to them then, I was but a waiter. They were holding out for bigger fish. So I just made sure I hung around their area and took their orders whenever they wanted, gave them their napkins, more water, whatever. While serving them, I often try to steal a peek down their blouses. They usually wear low cut tops, so whenver they dug into their handbags for their wallets, I usually get to see some nice boobs. One particular evening, I was heading towards the gents to relieve myself when I heard someone stumbling down. Shortly later, the door opened and a dishevelled looking Tracy came out of the ladies. Recognising her face, I quickly asked, "Are you ok ma'am?" and held her shoulder so she could steady herself. "Yea, I just need to wash up a little." I let her wash up by the basin outside and went to the gents. I was pretty urgent too. When I came out, she was still at the basin trying to stand straight. I quickly rinsed my hands, grabbed some disposable napkins and wet it slightly. "You might want to use this?" offering the napkin to her. She looked at me, smiled and walked off. Leaving me standing there like and idiot. |
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power story!!
if only i can up your pts.. |
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Tracy and her group soon knew me enough to call me by name. It would always be "Hey C, can we get the usual?" And the usual it would be.
They would often come as a group and leave as a group. Once in awhile, some guys would successfully pick one of them up and I'd look on in envy as they left together. How I'd love to be the one with my hand on their butts. I decided to concentrate on one target and work on Tracy only. I started keeping an eye out for her movements around the club and took notice when she started to get tipsy. Tracy had a nice figure with shoulder length hair. As she often wears heels, she would sometimes stumble when she gets high. This would cause her breasts to jiggle. I concluded that there was no padding involved. She had a habit of going to wash her face when she started to get flushed in the face. On one of this occasions, I timed it such that I could go replenish the ice at the bar from the ice machine. Luckily for me, she came out of the ladies looking hot and flustered just as I was carrying a heavy bucket of ice past the washrooms. "Want an ice cube to cool down?" I took one cube and offered it to her. She chuckled and said, "Are you stalking me to the washrooms?" "Haha, you caught me. But this time, I was just passing through," I pointed at the ice bucket and moved on. Two nights later, on a Sunday, Tracy came back to the club alone. Sundays were usually very slow and with very few guests. I asked her about her friends and she said that she was waiting for one of them before heading off somewhere else. She ordered her usual gin and tonic. I took the chance to talk and find out more about her. Tracy works in an advertising agency just up the road and was "no more than 26 years old" in her own words. I also found out that she was married, which bummed me out big-time. It didn't stop me from talking to her though. It eventually turned out that her friend couldn't make it. She stayed around to chat with me though and went on to order a few more gin and tonics. By her fifth one, her cute face was getting flushed. She asked me, "Can you get me some ice?" I brought some in a glass for her. She took one out and cooled her face down with it. When she looked up, she saw me staring at her chest, some of the water which had melted had dripped down and collected at the crest of her breasts. "I'm sorry." I said. "Don't be sorry you silly thing," she replied. I then looked at her face and saw a familiar lust. Tracy took another ice cube and started wiping the exposed skin on her chest. She then gave a quick glance at the bar to check and dropped the ice into her blouse. "Oops!" she squeaked and undid her top button. She peeled open one flap and showed me her breasts, covered with a slightly wet white bra. "What time do you knock off?" she slyly asked me and I told her that actually I could leave in half an hour. |
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