An original story (Part 12)

By oorey

Soon it started to make sense to me; the hug, the tears, the pain, the kisses. However, I couldn’t comprehend this. How can Jack not screw a woman like Cheryl?

Me: How can you be a virgin?

I pulled the wrong plug, and Cheryl started to sob uncontrollably. I held her in my arms as she sobbed. When Cheryl finally calmed down, she told me the truth.

Jack had a freak accident when he was in his late 20s, although he survived, he was rendered impotent. The nerve system around his penis was damaged, and even drugs like Viagra can’t help. However, Jack was a genius in what he does. His work was amazing and he rose to the partner level within 8 years in the company. To add salt to the wound, Jack was damn good looking when he was in his younger days. Even at 42, he still has the charms. He had a muscular and tanned body, he has a good sense of humour and was very popular with the opposite sex.

Jack was wary that people might suspect about his condition, and that was how he turned to lead a “promiscuous” lifestyle. He started to marry women much younger than him. It wasn’t difficult for him to do that, with his charm. He wouldn’t or rather couldn’t have sex with them, so most of the time, he stayed in the office till late hours.

Cheryl found out his secret when she accidentally came across his medical records when they moved into the new house a year back. Despite that, she stayed on with him, bent on being a virtuous wife. Even though she has never been satisfied by a man before, she still stuck with him. She didn’t dare to tell him about her finding out the secret though. But all these came to an end when Jack decided to divorce Cheryl, and marry this young intern, to maintain his “lifestyle”. Cheryl broke down.

“ … He …was… so nice… when he was going after me…. “

“I… fell out… with… my parents… when I… decided… to marry him…

“Even… when… I found out… about his… secret,… I… stuck with him…”

“Now….”

Jack, being an accountant, was careful about his money. The law only splits matrimonial assets. Jack does this fantastically by transferring his money to various people in his family, setting up shell companies to hold his assets. Hence, his wives would not get a single cent after divorce. After a while, Cheryl calmed herself down. Her sobbing stopped, but we were still naked on the bed, and my arms were around her.

Me: I am sorry to hear this Cheryl, and I am sorry you had to loose your virginity to me. But you have to understand, I love Michelle. I really do.

Cheryl: Pete, I decided to sleep with you because I know you are a nice guy, from the way you treated Michelle, and Jack. I knew you have been eyeing me since the day we met. I don’t expect anything from you, and I know you love Michelle. So let’s forget about this ok?

I felt guilty. Although Cheryl is a great woman, and we shared many common interests, I had no feeling towards her. I like her as a good friend, but not romantically, not like Michelle.

Me: What are you going to do after the divorce?

Cheryl: I don’t know. I just signed the papers today. Jack said I can still stay at his house until I found a place to stay, but I don’t know. Guess I’ll spend the night here, and start looking for a place tomorrow.

Me: What about my place? I mean, my old place. It’s small though, but ok for a person to stay.

Cheryl: Really?

Me: Why not? It’s vacant anyway (since Chloe moved to her new condo with Alex), and you are going to pay me rent right?

Cheryl: Haha… I’m can’t really afford… you know the hotel don’t pay that much.

Me: Pay me whatever you can… either in cash or in kind…

Cheryl: Thanks…. (and she gave me a long wet kiss)

I left shortly after that. Although there weren’t any agreement, I started to give Cheryl $8,000 every month. She stayed at my studio, and I would visit her about 3 times a week, and would accompany me on my trips overseas. I never exchanged her even though there had been many request.

Cheryl handled my wedding preparation perfectly. She was very detailed and professional. She knew that there would be no future for us, and I often tried to encourage her to know more people and settle down with a nice guy.

My wedding took place 3 months later. It was the perfect wedding. My wife was (and still is) perfect. She looked absolutely gorgeous in her wedding gown. We had lots of fun during the wedding. Michelle quit her job at her company. She took a six month break, and we toured the whole of Europe before coming back and she took on the finance manager role in my company. Michelle was pregnant a year later, and she gave birth to a healthy pair of twins. We named our boy Michael, and our girl Tanya.

Diane got married to an engineer. She retired from the escort business, and decided to lead a simple life as a housewife with her husband. She had two kids and remains happily married. Michelle and I would sometime visit her to catch up. No sex. Her husband never found out about her past.

Cheryl continued to be my mistress for 3 years, before she met a Caucasian. We broke up when she told me that they were dating but had not had sex. I gave her my blessing, and told her our relationship would forever remain a secret. Cheryl did not marry that Caucasian, but to another. They moved around Asia, before finally settling down in Australia, and I would sometime visit them. They have a daughter.

Alex divorced his wife, and married Chloe 2 years later. The marriage didn’t last, as Alex changed his toy again. They were divorced within a year. Chloe got some of Alex’s assets, but not much. Chloe was one day attacked by Alex’s first wife. The attack left a scar on her face. I have never seen Chloe after attending Alex’s and her wedding.

Vivian and I never did have sex sometime later. She quit showbiz to take her Masters. I would later employ her as a personal assistant, as I ventured into an Oil trading company. I made tonnes of money from that company before selling it off to a venture capitalist.

Michelle and I lived happily. I found out later that she knew about my affairs with Cheryl and Vivian amidst many others, but chose to turn a blind eye as she knew I was just having some fun and putting up a show for entertainment purposes, and family was more important to me. Michelle became the CFO of my company, under the appointment of the board (not me) in later years. We retired completely 10 years later to take care of our kids full time. Our sexual life remains active till today.

An original story (Part 10)

By oorey

Over the next few months, Michelle and I were busy with the construction of our house. We went through the architects, feng shui master, interior designers, etc…, and 4 months later, we were ready to move in. One fine day, I called Michelle from my office.

Me: Dear, can you put on something simple tomorrow, like a simple dress or something. I want to bring you to a special place for lunch.

Michelle: Orh… Where to?

Me: You’ll see.

Saturday came, and Uncle Chong drove me to Michelle’s place to pick her up. Michelle and I share this very special bond. She seemed to understand what I think of, and vice versa. She walked out of the lift, dressed in a light yellow polka dotted dress. Her hair was in small curls, and she put on a hair band, with a ribbon. The makeup was very light, with just a touch of blusher to add to otherwise flawless complexion. There was no cleavage, but the dress fitted her perfectly to show off her ample breasts. It was kind of retro, but yet she carried off with a modern tinge. It was perfect.

Michelle: Is this what you expect me to wear?

Me: Absolutely perfect and stunning.

I gave her a long passionate kiss, but she broke me off.

Michelle: So where are we heading?

Me: You’ll see.

We drove to somewhere near Sembawang park, and we arrived at a simple terraced house. Uncle Chong dropped us, and I opened the gate, while holding my girlfriend. We were greeted by two elderly couple.

Me: Daddy, Mummy, this is Michelle, my girlfriend.

Michelle was stunned, but reacted really well.

Michelle: (she bowed lightly, and took out her hands to shake that of my folks) Hi uncle, auntie. It’s so nice to see you. (Turning to me, whispering)Why you never tell me earlier? I could have bought something right?

Michelle and my folks hit off very well, and they seem to like her very much. I had told my parents about Michelle’s parents, and they didn’t ask anything about her family. I had no idea that my girlfriend would hit off with my folks so well, that at some point in time I was completely ignored.

That night, I have never seen Michelle so happy. She was smiling and giggling away during dinner, and making fun of me from all the jokes my mother told her. We made passionate love that night. She came 3 times before we called it a night. As Michelle lay beside me on my bed, I thought to myself, “have I fallen in love with her?”

The day came for us to move into our new house. Michelle had also just passed her driving test, I bought her a mini-cooper. She was thrilled with her new car, just like a child playing with a new toy. We drove around (our front yard, because she was still afraid to take the main road) for almost half an hour. We joked around her lousy parking skills, and made love in her new car. It was squeezy though, unlike my Bentley.

Living with Michelle was a totally new experience, fantastic most of the time, except for the occasional nagging for me to brush my teeth. She also complained about my drooling. Every morning my lovely girlfriend would make breakfast for me, from American set, to congee, to Japanese set. Each day was like a new day. I would read the papers while she prepares my coffee, and all this while she was still holding on to her job. There were times when she had to work late, and it pains me to see her slogging. However, I knew that she likes her job and she was doing well in it. We lived like husband and wife until one day…

I returned home that night and found the house in pitch darkness. The lights in the yard were turned off. The fountain was not working. I thought someone had broken into the house. Uncle Chong was shocked, and asked if we should call the police. I remembered Michelle had taken the day off, and my heart suddenly pumped very fast. “Shit, she better be ok”. I told Uncle Chong to open the boot, and I took out my 7-iron, and told him to call the police. I walked towards the main door, and held my “weapon” tightly. Then, the door opened. I saw a figure walking towards me.

“Happy birthday to you… happy birthday to you”

It was my girlfriend, all dressed in that fateful red gown she wore we first kissed. She had baked a cake for me, and there were 9 candles, 3 big, 6 small. It was my 36th birthday, and I forgot. Guessed I was busy with other things. Just then, everything came to light. The whole house was filled with lightings, the yard came to life, and people were singing “Happy birthday to Peter…” My folks were there, and so was Alex and gang (of course Chloe), people from my company, some of my friends, and Diane. It was the most wonderful birthday I ever had. I never felt happier, and I knew this was right.

I made my birthday wish, and blew my candle.

“Speech, speech, speech…” the crowd cheer. I cleared my throat, and those were the exact words…

“I have actually forgotten my birthday, as I was planning for something else, which all of you will know in a while. Before I get to that, I want to say something about someone. Someone who has been very special in my life.

I have known her for almost 2 years now, and we began our relationship slightly more than a year back. Throughout this period, she has made me felt love. A feeling which I have so yearned for, and spent the last 35 years searching hopelessly for it.
She’s the best that anyone can beat. She is beautiful, caring, love my folks (just as she loves me), virtuous, kind, funny, naughty. I can go on and on, but all of you should know what I mean. She has lived with me without any requests. Made me breakfast every morning, even though she returned the previous night at 1 am. Basically, she has filled my life with happiness, and I want this to last forever.

I’ll quote a line from Jerry Maguire…”

(I walked over to Michelle)

“Michelle, you… complete me… and I love you so much (I took out a blue box, and knelt down). Will you marry me?”

Tears rolled down Michelle’s eyes. I could see it was tears of happiness, tears of joy. She composed herself and nodded. The crowd cheered

Michelle: Do you know this is the first time you said “I love you” to me? I have been waiting for so long. I thought this day would never come.

I slipped on the ring into her finger, and whispered “I love you”.

The party ended at around 1 am. As it was already very late, I told Uncle Chong, and Maria and Cynthia (my maids)to sleep and clean up the next day. Michelle and I went back to our room, and while she stood in front of her dressing table and removed her earrings, I admired her beautiful curves.

I hugged her from behind, and whispered “are you happy?” Michelle turned around and started kissing me. I kissed her back. She kissed me more, and I returned her kiss. Our tongues met, and we tasted each other’s saliva.

I cupped her breast through her silky gown and squeezed her breasts. I have never fucked her in this gown before. She gave out a soft moan and began to unbuckle me. I raised her slit, and gently removed her panties. Her panties fell to the floor, as we stood and frenched deeply. “I love you” she whispered. “I love you too” I replied.

We locked our lips again, and I removed my pants and shirts, but I did not undress her. We continued frenching, and I carried her onto the bed.

Slowly, I pushed the laces off her shoulder, and removed her nipple sticker. Exposing her breast fully, I went on to suck her right nipple, my left hand played with the other nipple, while my right hand fingered her pussy. “ahh ahhh… it feels so good dear… ahh…. ahh… ahhhhh…..!!!!”

I knew she had came, and let her take a breather. She smiled lovingly at me “You like me in this dress right?”

“ You understand me so well” and I frenched her again, and slowly push my dick into her pussy. Even after a year of sex, her pussy remains so tight. I gave a push, to fill her pussy with my cock. “Ahh dear, you are so big today…”

We started from missionary. I was horny, and so was Michelle. I pumped her hard, increasing my rhythm as she increased her moaning. “Dear please…. harder…. harder…..” I increased my strength, and pumped even harder… “Please dear… don’t stop… yes… don’t stop please…”

“Say fuck me harder” I whispered.

“Fuck me like you never fuck me before dear… Please…. fuck me hard…”That was it. It was the first time Michelle said “fuck” I switched to her favourite doggy style and pumped her with all the energy I could summoned. I squeezed her breast so hard that they remained swollen the next day.

“Oh yes… yes…. cumming soon, cumming, don’t stop, don’t stop.. cumming….ahhhh…. ahhh…. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” It must be one of the most powerful cum for her as I felt her whole body shaking, and it was one of her loudest moan ever. I couldn’t hold it longer, and I shot all my seeds into her.

An original story (Part 9)

By oorey

After dinner and some booze, the gang decided to retire back to their room, each getting ready for their action. As all other rooms were fully occupied, Alex told Vivian that she would have to sleep in my room, but there’ll be no action for me. “Damn Alex”.

It was awkward for me and Vivian that evening. She was shy, and I was desperately trying not to look at her to contain any urge I might have.

Me: Do you want a drink?

Vivian: Hmm… ok.

Slowly I began to chat Vivian up. Turns out she had just graduated from mass communication the year before, and had wanted to do her masters. Her ambition was to become a reporter, but her father passed away suddenly, and she had to find a job before completing her studies. It wasn’t easy for her to get a job in the journalism industry. The market is too small. She ended up taking up roles in the television industry to make ends meet, and her recent break was a supporting actress in one of the drama.

She was complaining about how newbies often get bullied by the senior actresses, etc. It was also during one of the bullying that she got approached by Alex’s assistant to be an “assistant” to Alex on his business trip. She didn’t knew Alex wanted sex, and agreed readily coz the money would pay for half of her masters studies. She had rejected all of Alex’s advances and even promised to return him the money she took. Now she has to find some way of paying back, as she had paid the deposit for the masters degree.

Just as Vivian and I were chatting away, surpisingly well, the room’s phone rang.

Alex: Boy, this woman is fantastic.

Me: Glad you enjoyed it. When can I have her back?

Alex: Eh, can I keep her permanently? She said she belongs to you, so I need to ask you first la.

Me: Well… it’s not impossible. Just transfer $200k to me. What did you offer her?

Alex: You know me la, the usual lor, plus whatever $200k you want. Aiyah, small money la. Don’t worry. Money be in on Monday. Thank you hor.

Me: Eh, tell you what. Forget about $200k, since we so good terms. Can you just forgive the money Vivian owes you?

Alex: Wah, you so good ar? Can fuck her liao ar?

Me: No la, just try to make everyone happy ma…

Alex: Anything you say la. Going to make more action liao… Talk tomorrow.

Before I could say anything else, Alex hung up. “What the shit?” I asked myself. Alex typically pays his mistresses $25k a month, plus a car (usually a Z3), and one of his condos (which he builds). This woman really knows how to fish.

Vivian overheard my conversation and she knew she didn’t had to pay Alex back.

Vivian: Thank you. You are really a nice guy, but I’m sorry. No sex ok?

That night I chatted with Vivian until wee hours in the morning so that I can control myself from raping her while she sleeps. We chatted until around 3am, when she suddenly lean over and kissed me on the lips. I was taken aback at first, but kissed her back.

Soon we were engaged in a deep frenching exercise. “No sex ok, I give you a handjob” she whispered. My little brother was bursting already. I had no bargaining chip, and only nodded in silence. Vivian gently removed my pants, and pulled down my underwear. By this time, there was precum all over. She gently cleaned up, and started to stroke my shaft with her fingers.

Each stroke Vivian made, I got higher. I could feel the blood rushing, as she pumped with her gentle fingers. There were precum all over her hands, but she continued. I tried to touch her breast, but she brushed my hands aside and said softly “just a handjob ok? I’m not ready for other things”.

I had no idea how I managed to stayed so cool that night. It could have been the late night, and I just lay down quietly and let her finished the job. Moments later, I unloaded all of my cum onto her hands. Vivian cleaned me up, and hugged me to sleep. The next morning we got ready to return to Singapore.

Soon I arrived at Changi airport, Terminal 3. Michelle was already there waiting for me. The mistresses and Vivian were taking the later flight to prevent being caught. I bade Alex and the gang goodbye, and warned them that Michelle is untouchable. “No worries, I’ve already gotten my new toy. But Ah Boy, I must say your taste have improved every since you semi-retired”. Alex told me jokingly.

Michelle gave me a warm hug as I walked towards her. I love the feeling of someone picking you up from the airport. It gave me a sense of belonging. Something which I have been yearning for years but have yet found. Unexpectedly I found it with Michelle. “It’s time…”

An original story (Part 8)

By oorey

I pushed her away and took some tissue papers to clean up before I made a mess out of the new car. Chloe was still out. I dressed up, went out of the car, and took a huge towel, which I l kept for golfing. I covered Chloe up, and drove to Ritz Carlton. By the time we arrived, Chloe was already awake and fully dressed. We checked into a suite, and continued more actions for the night.

Chloe laid on my chest, and whispered “ I really like you.”

Me: You can only like my cock and nothing else. This is purely sex only. Make sure you control your own feelings.

Chloe: … (tears were welling up)

Me: Uncle Chong (my chauffeur) will pick you up tomorrow to see my doctor. Get some morning after pills, and some patches as well.
By now, some tears had already rolled down her cheeks. I hated this scene, so I just pulled her closer and gave her a hug.

Me: It’s not easy being my kept woman. There will be huge sacrifices that you need to make, but I’ll make sure you are properly rewarded for each sacrifice, so all you need to do is to listen to me ok?

Chloe nodded. Before I left, I told her to get ready for the trip to China over the weekend.

Weekend came quickly. I chose to depart on a Friday morning so that Michelle couldn’t send me off. I met my kakis at the airport, and all of them brought their mistresses. One of them, Alex, a 52 years old director, who also owns a construction company was the richest among us, and he actually brought one of the celebrity in the entertainment world.

Alex: Eh Boy (yeah, he calls me that), your girl damn sexy huh? Big boobs, and cute butt. How old is she? Looks 19 to me…

Me: You like ar? Older than 19 la…. Early 20s I think.

We both laughed and boarded the plane. It was Chloe’s first time on a first class cabin, and she was totally swept off. She couldn’t stop playing with all the gadgets on the plane, and kept looking at the stewardess as they prepared her food. It was like bring a kid out.

Alex and the rest were rather amused, and kept making jokes out of Chloe. Friday night was rather tiring as we played a 9-hole after we checked into the club, and by the time I reached the room, I collapsed and fell asleep. I told Chloe to wake me up at 8 am, as we had a morning tee-off.

I woke up early the next day to a familiar feeling. Chloe was giving me her signature BJ. I looked at the clock, and it was 7am. “I woke up too early, and I didn’t know where to go for breakfast…” she whispered and continued sucking.

I haven’t had a morning BJ for quite a while, and it definitely felt good. “I made some tea though…” Chloe then took a sip of tea, and then continued sucking me… “God…” I thought to myself.
“but the tea made me thirsty, so I have to drink some iced water” she took another sip of iced water, and I was receiving the fire and ice treatment. This went on for a few times, and I unloaded my morning dew fully in her mouth, and she swallowed every single drop of it.

I sucked at the golf game after the BJ, and Alex was laughing (with envy). As we were completing the 18th hole, he pulled me to aside.

Alex: Eh, your girl good?

Me: Very. Why?

Alex: I made a terrible mistake this time. The girls don’t want to let me touch her.

Me: How come? Did you not pay?

Alex: Dunno how my assistant arranged this one la. She said only company only. No fuck. Not even touching. KNN… I want to burst liao. Eh, can we exchange for tonight?

Me: Have to check. Let you know later.

Alex exercise a big influence around the business world. He’s on very good terms with a few politicians around the Asian region, and usually this makes business operations very smooth and easy. I will always try to let him have his wish, and since I am prepared for this, I reckoned I will just ask Chloe, but in a tactical way.

We finished the 18th hole, and I hit 10 strokes above par. “All Chloe’s fault” I thought. That evening, before we went for dinner, I took out my cheque book and wrote Chloe a cheque of $20,000.

Chloe: What’s this for?

Me: You’ll sleep with Alex tonight.

Chloe: Are you crazy?! I am not into this ok?

Me: There are a few ways that you will do this, either with your consent or without your consent, or you can take off. Your choice.

Her eyes started to turn red, and I can see she was holding back her tears.

Me: (Softening a little). Alex might be old, but he is a nice person. Treat him well and you’d be treated well.

Chloe: … (still holding back her tears, while biting her lips) Do I have a choice?

Me: Good. Now dry those tears and get ready for dinner.

If I hadn’t seen Chloe’s reaction, I would never have guessed she would be the slightest uncomfortable with Alex. Perhaps she was doing it for the money. Chloe sat beside Alex during dinner, flirting with him, and placing her hand on his thighs. I wonder if I had indirectly transformed Chloe into a slut. Alex was of course ecstatic. His “mistress” (Vivian) sat beside me, and we hardly spoke.

An original story (Part 7)

By oorey

Jack knows how to enjoy life. He lived in a three-storey bungalow, fully European furnished. What really surprised me was not Jack’s assets, and taste in expensive living, but his taste in women. Jack is about 45 years old, but he has a wife 17years younger. She was his third wife though. Rumour were he left his first wife for the second one, and left his second one for the third, but is now on the lookout for his next wife.

His wife, Cheryl, was drop dead gorgeous. If Michelle is close to perfect, this woman is real perfect. There is no way to describe her beauty. In some angle, she looks a younger version of Lin Chiling, but with an air of elegance. I could not take my eyes off her.

The greetings were usual, as Jack and Alan introduced me to some of the partners whom I didn’t know. Wine with them, especially Jack was rather boring, as they simply didn’t know how to appreciate. I enjoyed Alan’s company though, and we talked about the usual business stuffs. All these while, I couldn’t have my eyes off Cheryl who was sitting just opposite me.
There was absolutely no chance for me to talk to Cheryl as Alan and the rest of the partners kept me busy. It was not until when we almost finished that Cheryl asked me a question in her most beautiful voice (a voice totally indescribable, it would totally melt any man) “So Peter, what is the most expensive wine you owned?”

Me: I once paid $30,000 for six bottles of 1990 Chateau Le Pin, which I think was slightly over priced, but my favourite would have to be these two bottles of 1990 Chateau Latour. In wine actually, expensive does not necessarily equate to being good. What about you? Do you like anything in particular?

Cheryl: Well, I don’t really know, but I kind of like the 1995 Chateau Valandraud. It’s a bit spicy, but the taste is tick enough. It goes really well with steaks.

Me: Ar… the Valandraud… they don’t produce a lot, so their wines are somewhat pricier, but they are rather good. Looks like you are an connoisseur as well..

Cheryl: Not really a connoisseur like you and Alan, but I do like a good glass of wine. I can’t really drink you know. I have only had a glass of the Valandraud before, but I can still remember the taste.

Me: Don’t be shy. Feel free to in our wine sometimes. Jack, you ok with that right?

Jack: (obviously couldn’t care less) Of course…

Soon I bade the partners and Cheryl goodbye at around 11pm, and all these while, I had been fantasizing about Cheryl. I could feel that I had leaked some pre-cum into my underwear. God, I am horny. I was deciding whether to call Diane or to go back to Michelle. As I was deciding, a message decided for me. “Can we me at the wine bar at Mount Faber now?” It was Chloe.

I got the chauffeur to go back himself, and drove myself to Mount Faber. When I arrived, Chloe was already waiting for me.

Me: What’s your decision? Yes or no?

Chloe: I’ll be your kept woman, but only on one condition.

“You can leave it” I stood up and got ready to leave.

Chloe: Wait… can you listen to me first?

Me: Ok. Shoot.

Chloe: I’ll only do it for one and a half year, and I need a half year advancement first.

I paused for a while before I took out my phone.

Me: Hi Danny, please go ahead and for the discussion we had earlier.

Me: (To Chloe)The banks will not press you for payment, and will not charge you further interest. $8,000 of your monthly allowance will go to the bank, and you will finish your debt in 18 months. Deal?

Chloe: (shocked , but quickly recovered) Deal.

Me: Let’s go.

I was already horny as hell, and decided that home was too far, and dangerous (in case Michelle shows up), so I drove to PSA wharf (I have access due to my company), and I found a secluded spot. “Let’s move to the back” I told Chloe.

If I had ever thought Chloe was merely doing this for money, I was wrong. It was money, and pleasure. “Naughty boy…” she whispered as she unzipped my pants. She didn’t remove anything but started to lick my groins, and occasionally sticking her tongue into my underwear, touching my dick and my balls. It was teasing, but definitely enticing.

Chloe: Since that day I gave you a blowjob, I have been wanting your big cock up my pussy…

Me: Really..? Ohhh…

Chloe: I am going to have all of you tonight.

With that, she slowly unbuckled me while still licking and pulled down my pant, and my underwear. My dick sprang to life immediately. She looked at it for a while, before licking the tip, and went on to the balls, and then back to the tip. I knew she was getting ready for her signature BJ, and when she put the whole 7” into her mouth, I also came.

It was very difficult to control while Chloe gave me a BJ, as she went up and down, I could see her removing her skirt and panties. “My… she is good”. My hands went beneath her blouse to squeeze her boobs. It was my first time feeling her well rounded boobs. She gave out a soft moan, with my manhood in her mouth, and went even faster. I squeezed harder, and she sucked harder.

Then, her sucking slowed down, and she slowly took her mouth out. “Look at your cock… it’s fully grown now” By this time, I was almost bursting. I could see the veins bulging from my dick, and I was ready to fuck her big time. I tried to move her to the seat next to me to get ready for more action, but Chloe pushed me to where I was sitting and whispered into my ear “You are my master tonight, and master don’t move. They only get served”

Chloe, climbed on top of me, and slowly pushed my dick into her pussy. She was dripping wet. She let out a scream as she put herself into me “God, this is so big… you are tearing me apart…” When my dick was fully inserted into her, she looked at me in the eye, and gave me a CFM look. I almost went crazy. Suddenly Cheryl was no longer in my thoughts.

Chloe slowly removed unbutton her blouse. She was now dressed in only her lacy black bra, which seemed too small for her C-cups boobs. She pulled down the shoulder straps, and slowly unhooked herself from her front. Her breast was beautiful.

Before I could even finish admiring her boobs, she had planted her lips against mine, and started frenching me. Then she began to move her hips. I could hear her moan, even my our tongues are locked. No one has ever rode me like how Chloe did. She used her hips so well, that I couldn’t feel the rest of her body moving at all. It was pure hardcore fucking. As Chloe moved her hips, I would push her back to me, and thrust her harder, then she went faster, and faster, and faster. Her eyes were closed, and she bit her lips. It seemed as though she was in paid. There was no moaning from her, but she kept going faster. With every thrust, her paid seemed to grow. It then went from faster to harder, and she was pumping me hard with all her muscles. Suddenly, she let out a loud scream… “Ahhhh…. Ahhh…. Ahhhh…. Ahhhh…. Ah….. Ah….!!!!!”She came almost 10 seconds. I couldn’t wait for her to finish cumming, and I shot my full load into her. Chloe passed out.

An original story (Part 6)

By oorey

As the night was still young, I headed over to Michelle’s place. I felt a little unfair towards how I treated Michelle, and made another few calls.

Michelle as usual greeted me with a passionate hug and kiss.

Michelle: I thought you had entertainment?

Me: Decided to end it earlier. Missed you.

Michelle: Hee… don’t bluff…

I love the way she does this, and I planted my lips on her. As we frenched, I slid my hands underneath her t-shirt, and squeezed her breast gently. She gave out a small moan, when suddenly the doorbell rang.

Michelle: Who can it be?

Me: It’s for me.

Michelle: Huh? (looking puzzled)

I had arranged for my private banker to run some errands for me earlier. He greeted me with delight and handed me a package. From the moment he stepped in, I knew he had been staring at Michelle. I gave him a stare before I took out the items in the package, and there was a passbook, credit card, atm card, cheque book, security token, vouchers, etc.

Michelle: I don’t want these. (in a stern manner)

Me: Danny, why don’t you leave this, and come back later. I’ll give you a call.
Danny nodded and left quietly.

Me: Baby, what’s wrong?

Michelle: Do you treat me as your girlfriend or your kept woman? (that went straight into my guilt) I earn my own keep and even if I don’t earn as much as you do, I have enough to spend. Why are you giving me money? (she was almost lashing out)

Me: Honey, don’t get me wrong. I know you are financially independent, but I want to give you more. It makes me happy to know that you are leading a better life. Plus, I am going to rely on you to do all the administrative work around the house we (emphasised this) bought. You are going to need to make all the payments, deposits, etc. So this will help.
Michelle: (softening) but….

Me: If you really don’t like it, it’s ok. We can always find alternative for the admin work to be done. (now I sounded a little stern).

Michelle: That’s not what I meant. Ok, I’ll take them, but I will only use it for the house renovations, etc. I will not use the money unless it’s an emergency. … and I am sorry for raising my voice. I am really sorry (and she began to tear)

Me: It’s ok… (and I hugged her)

She proceeded to kiss me, and we continued our little action. Soon our clothes were off. Even though, I have mentioned this before, I need to say this again. Michelle body is perfect. 1.68m, 36C-25-34 (yes, I confirmed it is 36C). It’ll make any man die for. Yet, just less than half a year ago, she was somebody no one would notice.

I stood up, fully naked, and Michelle was on her fours on the sofa. She took my dick into her mouth and started to suck me. Remembering how I felt with Chloe, I told Michelle to store up some saliva in her mouth as she blew me. The thing about sex with Michelle is I am always in control. Kind of made me feel powerful. I took her head, and slowly pumped myself into her mouth like how it happens in porn. Not wanting to cum yet, I took myself out of her wet mouth and walked over to the over side of the sofa.

I could see her cleanly shaven pussy ever so inviting. I knelt down on the ground, and started to lick her pussy away. “Ahhh dear, you are always so good…” Michelle still remains very sensitive, and her pussy was dripping wet in no time. I continued licking, each time slight harder. After a few licks, I would pause for a while, and come back even harder than before. “Erh, erh, erh,…” her moan started turning slutty. “Dear, don’t stop, dear, erh… erh…, cumming, cumming,….. ERHHHHH!!….”

This was too much for me to take. I thrust my fully grown manhood into Michelle’s pussy. She gave a yelp. “Still very sensitive” she muttered. I couldn’t care less, and started to fuck her in doggy style. As my dick is slight curved, doggy style hit her g-spot directly. The moaning grew even louder. I cupped both her breast as she supported herself on her fours, and squeezed them hard. She moaned even louder with every squeeze.

Michelle’s nipple was fully hardened and stretch. Moving from her breast, I gave her nipples a squeeze while massaging them in circular motion. At the same time, my hips were working hard. I pumped her with full might, the thrusting, and teasing of the nipples, drew moans at unbelievable decibels levels. I knew her flat was not soundproof, and I was pretty sure Danny was just outside waiting. Then, she gave out a loud moan. “Oh!!!!!!!!!!!!” I could take it no longer. I pulled out and went over to her face, pulled her hair up, and came all over her face. “Taste it” I whispered. She stuck out her tongue, and sucked a few drip of cum beside her lips. “How does it taste?” I asked.

Michelle: No taste at all. If you like it, I swallow it next time k? I read that guys like women to swallow their sperm. Issit?

Me: Yes, but only do it when you are comfortable ok?

Michelle nodded. We went to clean ourselves up, and I gave Danny a call. He showed in less than a minute, which made me wondered if he peeped. He explained the details of the banking system to Michelle, and asked her to sign a few papers before leaving. That night, I stayed over at Michelle’s place.

Over the next couple of days, I was preparing for my trip to China (basically putting more practice into golf), and I had a call from a familiar name. I was expecting Chloe, as it was already the second day, but it was Jack (the partner in Michelle’s previous firm).

Although I had told Jack and Alan (the managing partner) that I would sue them, I decided against it in the end, partly because Michelle begged me not to, but mainly because Alan and I go have a rather good relationship, and I decided that that making them loose the business was enough.

Although I expected Alan and the rest of the partners to fire Jack, they didn’t (not because he is partner, as he can always be voted out), but because he also has many other big clients in his portfolio. Nonetheless Jack was determined to mend the broken relationship, probably at the pressure of the other partners.

Jack: Hi Pete, it been quite a while… How are you?

Me: Not bad.

Jack: Hey look, I never had the chance to apologize the last incident, and I really want to make it up to you and Michelle. A few of the partners are organizing a wine tasting session tonight where we are opening our finest wine. I know it’s really last minute, but…

Me: Go on… (Sex, golf, and wine are basically my favourite)

Jack: I know you are a real connoisseur when it comes to wine, and we are really hoping you can join us, and maybe give us a few tip too.

Me: Come on, Alan is a better connoisseur. Forget about tips, maybe we can exchange a few pointers. Where is it?

Jack: My place, 8pm. You know where I live. Wives and girlfriends are invited, so bring Michelle along.

Me: I’m not too sure Michelle will go, but I’ll see you folks later.

Although this was really last minute, I had decided to go, as it was under the invitation of the partners of the firm, and in the business world, face counts. It would really be rude if I don’t turn up. I made my way home to get changed, and called Michelle. She felt really uncomfortable and didn’t want to attend. I didn’t want to pressure her, and decided to go alone. On my way to Jack’s place, I dropped by my wine cellar (yep, my house is too small to store the collection I owned), and picked up a few bottles of 1990 Chateau Latour. It wasn’t the most expensive wine I owned, but decent enough.

An original story (Part 5)

By oorey

We fell asleep on the bed, and the usual stuff, dinner, sent her home, happened after that. While Michelle had asked me to stay over at her place, I rejected her time and time giving her the excuse that I needed to do some work back at home, and her place wasn’t so convenient. I never asked her to stay over though.

The next morning, I was woken up by a familiar phone call. It was Chloe.

Chloe: Morning Peter, I have some documents, which I need you to sign. Can
I come over in about half and hour’s time?

Me: (Half-awake). Ok. Bye.

My conversation with women are always very short over the phone, and somehow many of them found it attractive. Beats me.

Chloe arrived at my place exactly half an hour later, and passed me a stack of documents. She was dressed in a black suit, with a tube dress, showing off her cleavage confidently. She took off jacket, fully showing off her figure now. My dick got up immediately. Clearly she was eyeing on another piece of meat (I mean business).

Chloe: Nice place you got here. Any intention of selling it or renting out? I can get you a good price.

Me: No idea yet, but we’ll get to that. Have you run through these document with Ryan (my lawyer) yet?

Chloe: Yes Sir.

Me: (picked up the phone and dialled) Ryan, you have seen the legal papers for the new house right? Any problem?

Ryan and I talked for about 15 mins before I hanged up.

Me: Ok. All seem well to me. By the way, you want something to drink? Coffee, tea?

Chloe: You have beer?

Me: (isn’t it too early for beer, but if you want…) I have beer, but it’s too early for you to drink. Drink some tea instead.

I stood up, held her by her waist while I pulled her aside to make some tea. My god, this woman is sexy. She may be petite, but she definitely has got the necessities.

“Let me help you” She said as she tried to wriggle between my sofa. I gave her a gentle push, and told her to sit and wait.

I came back in 5 mins, and she was now sitting on the floor, with her legs crossed to a side. This is where we have progressed previously and nothing further. Today, however, I was determined to take it to the next level.
I flipped the documents, and tried to sign them while looking at her cleavage.

Me: So where do I signed?

Chloe: (now sitting closer to me) Here…, here, and here for these few pages.

Me: (signing) so, your commission is about $160k huh? Biggest transaction so far?

Chloe: That’s my firm’s commission. I get only a fraction of it. But, ya, still the biggest so far. I have been out of luck for a few months now. This transaction came in just in time before I go broke. So what are you going to do with this place?

Me: I don’t actually know yet, but I’ll probably have an answer once my financial advisor comes back with some numbers (the guy had actually told me to sell, as market was solid then). So you have a boyfriend? (still signing away)

Chloe: Until last weekend. We broke up.

Me: That good. So now you can sleep with me, and no one will be plotting to kill me. (I looked deep into her eyes as I said this)

Chloe: …. (kept silent for a while)

Chloe: If I sleep with you, will you let me sell this house for you?

Me: That depends on how good you are.

Chloe crawled slowly up to my ear. I could see her cleavage more clearly now. She whispered into my ear “i’m very good…”, and pulled down my boxers.

“Hee, there’s pre-cum already.” She giggled, as she started to lick my balls. She carefully swallowed my balled without hurting me, and used her tongue to swirl around the balls. It was very uncomfortable at first, but as her saliva built up in her mouth, it was heavenly. This went for a couple of mins, when she decided to move upwards, and licked my shaft from bottom to the top. She was licking it like an ice-cream, with her fully lubricated tongue. Each lick she made, I could feel my dick grew longer. My god, she is good.

When her tongue arrived at the tip of my dick, she would use her lips and suck the pre-cum I have. This process went on for a while, and by then my dick was fully grown to its maximum size. I could see the veins ready to explode anytime. I needed to take control.

I tried to grab her, but she was strong, and pushed me backwards. “I’ll let you fuck me, when you let me sell the house”. It was very tempting for me, so tempting that I would say “sell the house for me”, but I didn’t. Instead…

Me: I have not seen how good you are yet.

With that, she slid my dick fully into her mouth. As she was licking me, she had been storing up her saliva in her mouth. Mixed with my pre-cum, it had provided a wonderful lubricant for my fully extend dick. It felt just like a wet pussy.

Chloe slowly slid my dick out of her mouth, and just before she reached the tip, she went back in again with all her might. It was hard, but yet gentle. There was no discomfort at all, only pure pleasure. Then, after a minute of doing that, she sped up, now sucking my dick harder while pushing her mouth in and out at a faster speed. She was bloody good.

As the speed kept increasing, I could feel my shaft expanding. Chloe must have felt it too, and she slowed down a little, and when my urge was to shoot was disappear, she would speed back up again. She would do this over and over again, and each time she does this, the time for my urge to cum would grow shorter and shorter. Finally, I could take it no more. As my shaft expanded, Chloe slowed down a little, unlike the previous time. She seemed to know. Suddenly, she sucked me like she never sucked before, and her head went full speed to go up and down. I exploded fully in her mouth. I remembered this was the hardest and longest cum I ever had in my entire life. As I cum, she would swallow every load, and every shot I made, she would decrease her speed by a notch, but still sucked my tightly. My god, this woman is milking me dry. I was totally drained after I came, and just collapsed on the floor. “That would be the best BJ I ever had in my entire life”.

Chloe: This is for buying the bungalow. I’ll let you fuck me once you decided to let me sell this place.

Me: (smiling) Ok. I’ll think about it.

I was wondering why did Chloe wanted to sell this house so badly. Her commission from the bungalow would be enough to last her for at least three months or more. When Chloe left, I made another few phone calls.

The next two months were pretty normal. Had sex with Michelle. She stayed over for the first time as well. I also took the time to sort out my stuffs at the company. While the IPO had reduced my shareholding from 100% to 70%, I wanted to ride on the market to capitalize further. I struck an agreement with another company who had always wanted to buy a stake in my company to sell them another 29.5% of my shareholding. The transaction was 20% higher than the market price, i.e. $60m, which was way higher than what I have put in so far. Felt good on the profits I made, and decided to sell my Mercs, and bought a Bently. Hired a chauffeur as well.

As I wanted a semi-retirement life, I agreed to remain as the chairman, but would not hold any executive power (as I had already relinquished my CEO position). To celebrate my semi-retirement, some of the board members (basically my golf kakis) decided to throw me a party in China. The itinerary was planned simply. There were only 4 things to do – golf, food, wine, and sex.

My kakis are the typical uncles in their mid 40s to early 50s. I had clicked really well with them, and we always travel to play golf around the world. As they are all established businessmen, I relied extensively on them for networking purposes.

It was common for them to bring their mistresses whenever they travel on such trips. Usually I would bring Diane with me. Occasionally, they would suggest swinging partners, but I was always careful. I never used Diane in the swinging sessions as I knew she would be uncomfortable. Sensing that this would be another one of those sessions, I decided not to bring Diane. I called Chloe. I cooked up an excuse to tell Michelle that I would be having some entertainment over work, and would not be seeing her that night.
[I never had the intention of bringing Michelle along for the trip.]
I met Chloe at Mount Faber for dinner. We chatted about the usual stuffs like the market, her coping with life being single, etc. I was waiting for the right moment.

Chloe: So, have you decided on the house, and me yet?

Me: Yes. I have decided to keep the house.

Chloe: … (Looked dismayed).

Me: and you.

Chloe: What…??!!

Me: You can stay at my studio if you like. I’ll pay you $12k a month. You can keep your job if you want, but I would want you to turn up at the studio whenever I need, and of course, you can’t sleep with anyone else.

Chloe: … (now looking shocked) Can I think about it?

Me: Sure, but don’t take your time. You have 3 days only. Let me know. I am going to leave first. Look out for a Bentley outside later. My chauffeur will take you home.

Chloe: … ok… (she hadn’t sat in a Bentley before).

I had Chloe checked out when I realized she was trying too hard to get me to agree to sell the studio (it was going at around $1.2m). She seemed to have taken a huge load of debt from her previous relationship with her ex-bf, and she is a shopaholic. She had chalked up $100k of credit card debts in the past one year. Basically, she’s in deep shit. Banks, lawyers, finance companies are going after her. The bungalow’s commission held off some of the debts chasing, but could only last for two months max.

An original story (Part 4)

By oorey

It was a Friday afternoon. I picked Michelle up from her place, and we drove to somewhere near East Coast. Michelle asked me where were we going but I just told her to wait and see. We arrived at a housing estate.

Me: It should be somewhere down here…. Oh, here!

I parked my car in a bungalow, and met my property agent, Chloe, a Fiona Xie lookalike in her early 20s. I never tried to get fresh with her. Guessed I was simply too busy then. But I got more time now.

Chloe showed us around the place and explained the built up area 5000 sq ft, divided into 3 stories, fully furnished, with a nice garden, and a huge porch. I turned to Michelle.

Me: Dear, what do you think?

Michelle: Are you intending to buy this place?

Me: Nope, but you are. I am only paying. It’s going to be under your name.
An additional property for me means more taxes only.

She stared at me blankly. I told her that we have been dating for a few months now, and I am hoping that she can move in with me, so that I can see her everyday. My current place is too small for 2 person, and if she stays with me, we would need 2 maids, etc. I told her that it is ok, if she needs some time to think about it.

Michelle: I don’t know… I really like the idea of moving in with you (oh yesss!!!!), but (wtf???) is this place a little too big? How much is this place?

Chloe: As this is a new place, without previous owner, the developer is selling it at a bargain. Also, Peter is a good friend of my boss, and he gets special prices.

Michelle: So, in terms of dollars and cents (accountant speaks like that)
Chloe: Only $8m, including all stamp duties, legal fees, and of course agent fees.

Michelle almost fell over. She turned to me and whispered “dear, I think it’s too expensive”.

Chloe: Not at all expensive. Considering it’s only 10 mins from town, and the 6,000 sq ft land area, it’s already a bargain. Also, we have checked with Peter’s fengshui master, and he says this is a wealth, and love accumulation place for him.

Me: Dear, let’s take it slowly, what do you think of the place?

Michelle: It’s very nice, and it’s like a dream home. The location is good, convenient. Although given a choice, I would have changed the shape of the master bedroom. But it’s too expensive. $8m, I am never going to afford it even after I sell off my parents flat, plus I really want to keep the flat.
I wondered if she did hear the part of “I pay”, but I turned to Chloe, and said “We’ll take it. Collect the money from the bank later. I’ll make the necessary arrangement. Get me the developer contact as well. We’re going to tear down this place and rebuild it again. My gf dislike the shape of the master bedroom.”

Chloe: Thank you Peter. I will drop by your place to hand you the documents tomorrow.

She shook our hands and left. That’s $160,000 in commission for her.

Michelle was still dumbfounded at this stage. We later agreed that she’ll continue keeping her flat, but will co-pay for the house with her savings.

Soon, she was excited about having a new house. We walked around the house a few times, discussing how should we rebuild it, and furnish it. We had some wine, which was prepared by Chloe, and rested at the master bedroom. I could sense that Michelle was very happy. I rolled over to her, and started to kiss her. She put her arms around me, and kissed me back. Soon our lips locked and we started frenching.

I broke the kiss, and started nibbling her ear, down to her neck. By now, Michelle was slightly aroused. Perhaps the wine added some effect. I tried to remove her blouse, and there was no resistance. I continued kissing her, and slowly unhooked her bra. It was the first time that I saw her topless. Her figure was perfect. I needed no further encouragement as I fondled with her breast, and kissed her nipples. She let out a small moan everytime I squeezed her C-cup boobs.

Then she whispered into my ear “dear, I’m ready”, and she guided my hands into her pants. To my amazement, there was no hair. Her pussy was cleanly shaven. This showed only one thing, she has been getting ready for this today. “You like it dear?”

I can’t believe that the once auntie lookalike, would one day turn into a model lookalike, and is starting slowing to please her man. I removed her pants and panties. I rubbed her pussy gently with my hands, and slowly parted her labia, exposing her pinkish flesh. I needed no further invitation before I started kissing the side of her labia and slowly licking them. Michelle’s moaning grew louder. I moved from her labia to her clitoris, and started licking them. She tasted sweet. By now Michelle’s moaning was constant, and started to grow quicker. I could feel she was cumming. I worked harder at her pussy, and all of a sudden, she gave out a loud moan. I felt her body shook a little, and her pussy got wetter.

Me: You like it?

Michelle: Was that an orgasm? I have read about it many times, but this is my first time feeling this. (My god, this was her first orgasm!). Thank you dear.

Michelle, then unbuckled my belt, and slowly undressed me. “ I have never done this before, so you guide me along ok?” She took my half standing shaft, and started to lick it slowly. Although it was not the best BJ, but the feeling of a first time excites me. When my little manhood was at full attention, she took the whole thing in her mouth. Michelle’s mouth was too small for my dick, and every time she tried to go deeper, she would gag. Although I like the gagging feeling, I was also aware that it was her first time, and didn’t want to leave her with a bad experience. “You have to breathe in every time you go deep baby, and try to use your tongue and saliva”.

She understood instructions perfectly, and slowly she was giving me one of the best BJ. I started to fondle her breast, and soon she was moaning as my dick was inside her mouth. I felt a gush of blood rush through my balls, and I knew I was cumming. I stopped Michelle and told her to lie down. Her pussy was still dripping wet, and I slowly rubbed my dick against her pussy. Michlle’s breathing got heavier and heavier. Soon, she took control of my dick, and started to rub it against her pussy herself. She continued to play with my dick, and I started to french her again. Suddenly she started to gasp for air, as she gave out another loud moan. “Ohh dear, I am cumming again. Ohh ohh….”

Double strike. I need a hat trick before I can call it a day, but I wasn’t sure if I can score it. I let Michelle rest for a while before frenching her again. She hugged me tightly and slowly whispered into my ear “I want to be your woman”.

Michelle’s pussy was very wet by now, and needed no lubricant. I started sucking her nipples, and began to rub my dick against her pussy one more time. Maybe, she had kept it for too long, Michelle started breathing heavily again. It was less than 2 mins when I could feel that she was approaching another orgasm. In one swift motion, I thrust my 7” shaft into her pussy, and she gave a loud scream. I wasn’t sure if it was a scream or a moan, and her expression showed both pain, and pleasure. Her body then started to shake, and she gave out another loud moan. Hat trick at point of insertion. What a goal!

I could feel her juices overcoming my dick. The feeling was warm, and I slowly thrust in and out of her. Every thrust I made, Michelle held me tighter, and the moans got louder. Man, she’s good at moaning.

I pumped for a solid 15 mins. With her sexy moans, it was getting more and more difficult for me to control. Then, I felt her pussy tightening, and I knew she was approaching another orgasm. Unable to control any longer, I cried out “I’m cumming baby” and I tried to pull myself out, only to be stopped by her. “I’m safe today dear. Let’s cum together”.

I swear it was one of the hardest pump I ever made. I summoned all my energy into making every thrust, and Michelle responded by tightening her pussy every time. We continued fucking each other really hard for another minute, when she suddenly screamed “Dear, please don’t stop… I… m…. c…u..mm..i..n..g…!” My balls could hold it no longer and I released my full load into my woman’s love hole.

We went to the bathroom to clean ourselves up, and as my cum flowed together with her juices out of her pussy, I could see some streaks of blood mixed in it. Michelle had lost her virginity to me.

An original story (Part 3)

By oorey

Diane arrived at my house after I had my bath. She was in a gown very similar to what Michelle had worn earlier and made me wonder if she had also bought one for herself.

Diane: I guessed you would need me tonight, so I cancelled all my appointments.

Although Diane’s job was an image consultant, she part-timed as a social escort, and that was how I got to know her. The reason why I had used Diane so often to release myself was she was simply too good in bed, and I know that she chooses her client very carefully, and go for STI testing every fortnight. She said she didn’t want to pass any disease she might contract during her course of work, as she have sinned too much working as a social escort. She wasn’t cheap though. An overnight session cost usually around $10-15k, but it was always money well spent.

Before she could finished talking I had already grabbed her to my bed and started frenching her. As I squeezed her breast, she let out a soft moan. After a while, she broke my kiss. She stood up, and slowly pulled off the shoulder laces of her gown. As the gown fell from her left shoulder, she used her right hand to cover her nipples, and as the whole piece fell onto the floor, she was using the other hands to cover her cleanly shaven pussy. Soon, she knelt on the bed, with one hand fingering herself and the other squeezing her boobs. I love to watch girls masturbate themselves, and Diane knows that. In less than 5 mins, she let out a loud moan… Ah ah ah ah ahhhhhh………. as she came hard. By now, my dick was almost bursting out of my pants. Diane kissed me, on the forehead, to the lips, to my neck, and in one single swoop, she pulled down my pants, so smoothly that it just felt as though the pants disappeared. Without any warning my dick was already at her throat, as she she deep-throated me. Her tongue swirled around my dick it she went in and out of her mouth. She blew me for a good 10 mins before I could feel the pressure building up, and my dick expanding.

Me: Baby, I am cumming, cumming, cumming, ahhhhhhhhhh……

I shot a big load of cum into Diane, and she swallowed every single drop of it.

Diane: So much? How long has it been?

Me: Not sure. Probably 2-3 months already.

Diane: Can tell (and she pointed to my still erected dick).

There were very few occasions where my dick was still standing after the first cum, but this was one of the rare occasions. Diane gave my dick a few strokes before putting herself on me. Yes, Diane and I always do it raw. It’s a kind of trust we share, and we can both assure each other we are clean through regular checks.

Although Diane is no virgin, her pussy definitely feels like one. Summoning all her strength to her pussy, she started riding me. Every 10 strokes, she changed from the whole dick inside her to only the head inside her. It felt as though my dick was slipping out, but Diane controlled her strength so well that my head could feel the full tightness and wetness of her pussy. We continued for another 5 min, and I could feel the pressure building up again. Not wanting to cum so fast, I took over and started to screw her missionary. It was no longer than 2 mins when Diane suddenly pierced her nails into my body, and her body trembled lightly as she gave out another loud moan.

Diane: Ohh Pete, Ohh, ohhh, ohh, ohhhhhh…..

She came the second time, and this time, I could feel a gush of warmth in her pussy, rush towards my dick.

“ Time to let her take a break” I said as I pulled out her pussy. I reached for some KY jelly on my side table, and applied some on my dick, and some into Diane’s asshole. She knew what was coming for her. With the equipment well lubricated, I slowly inserted my 7” shaft into her asshole. I could see her eyes filling up with tears, as I began to tear her ass. Diane told me later that she had never done anal before, but went ahead with me as she didn’t want to spoil my mood.

Once my shaft was fully inside her, I began to rock her on the bed. Very soon, her pain was gone, and all she could muster were the moans of pleasure.

Diane: Oh darling, don’t stop now. Go harder.

I needed no encouragement and I pumped her harder. I guided her hands to support herself, and I used one hand squeeze her boobs, and the other to finger her. We went on for another 5 mins, when her whole body shook hard, and she gave out a loud shriek.

Diane: AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Thankfully, I had sound proof my house, otherwise my neighbours would have probably called the police. I took out my dick from her ass, and Diane crumbled onto the bed. She passed out from the cum she had earlier. It was only after 15 mins later when she woke up, but by then I was already back to missionary. She stopped me once she realized I was pumping her.

Diane: I have rested enough. Let me take over.

She pushed me down, and started riding me again. I always love the way Diane controlled her strength of her pussy at the tip of my shaft. With her dripping wet pussy, and the full tightness concentrated on the small head, I felt the pressure building up once again. I pulled her closer to me, and with her breast against my chest, I pumped her back as she rode me.

Diane: I am cumming again, cumming baby, don’t stop, ah ah ah ah,

Me: I am cumming too, come on baby.

We both moaned as we came together. We lay on the bed for a while before cleaning ourselves up. Once we cleaned up, I asked Diane to stay over for the night as it has been quite a while since I had company on the bed. She agreed readily, and we both fell asleep.

As I woke up, Diane was already up, and making me breakfast. She usually does this for me, which I really appreciate. We finished up breakfast, and I wrote her a $100,000 cheque.

Diane: Pete, the amount is wrong. There is one zero extra.

Me: Take it as a prepayment for the next 9 times, as well as for helping Michelle.

Diane: You sure? Coz you have already paid my company for Michelle’s makeover already, and I also bought some stuffs for myself.

Me: I know. Go ahead.

Of course Diane accepted readily, and frenched me again before she bade goodbye. I looked at the clock. It was only 10 am. Still early, but I decided to call Michelle anyway.

Me: Hi dear, still sleeping.

Michelle: …, no… I’m… back… at… office.

I could hear Michelle sobbing, and I asked her what happened. Apparently, some of her colleagues have seen her shopping with Diane, and having dinner with me. News spread through her firm, and her partner summoned her back to the office, and told her that the acceptance of the gifts from me was in violation of their code of conduct. She was fired.

Without any hesitation, I dressed up, and sped off in my Mercedes. Made a couple of calls back to the office and struck some agreement with the new CEO, and the CFO. Made another couple of calls, and got those people to meet me at the lobby of Michelle’s firm. When I arrived, my entourage was already there. I have my CEO, my CFO, the senior legal counsel, the managing partner of a rival firm, and my PA. The 6 of us, all in suits, stormed into Jack’s office. He was shocked to see all of us.

By then, I saw Michelle had already finished packing. I signalled to my PA, who kindly pulled Michelle to a side and guided her towards the exit. I had told my PA to bring Michelle out of the office to my place to wait for me, as I didn’t want her to see this ugly side of me.

Money makes the world go round. I had pressured my CEO and CFO to change our auditors, as well as the consulting work to another rival firm. Although the cost would be more expensive, I had told them I would fork out the differences, plus making sure they would get a good bonus this year (which I had already planned for due to the IPO success). I called my senior counsel, as it was involving an accusation of ethics violation. The other firm’s partner was there basically to add on the numbers and the impact.

Me: Jack, you and you firm are fired. Here is a formal letter of dismissal from our legal counsel. Enclosed is cheque of a million dollars, for the work that have been performed for the IPO by your firm. Your firm’s services are no longer needed by my company. We have appointed xxxx to take over all the work that remains to be performed, and Fabien the managing partner will let you know the details of how his firm plans to takeover.

Jack was speechless. He has just lost $10m worth of business for the firm.
Just as he was about to open his mouth, my counsel interrupted him.
Counsel: Mr Tan, we are now acting for Ms Lim (Michelle) for a case of wrongful dismissal by you and your firm, as well as for slander, and libel against Ms Lim, and Mr Ngiam for wrongful accusation of violating the code of professional ethics. My clients are claiming against you and your firm, for amounts in excess of $50m for damages. The formal letter has been sent earlier to your firm’s managing partner, and here is a copy.

With that, we walked out of the office. We passed by the managing partner, Jack’s boss, who obviously was running towards us. “Hey Pete, nice to see you. How can I help?”

Me: Alan, you are fired. We are suing you, and your firm.

I walked off, leaving him dumbfounded.

I arrived home, and Michelle was sitting on the sofa. Her eyes were still red and she was still sobbing. In a second, she ran towards me and put her arms around me, and let out a loud wail.

Me: It’s ok, baby. Everything is over now. Don’t worry.

Michelle: Thank you. I heard from my colleagues what you did, but I didn’t want to make a mess out of it, so I chose to leave quietly.

It took me half an hour to comfort Michelle, and to stop her crying. She was so tired after crying that she fell asleep on my shoulders. Slowly, I carried her onto the bed. She looked so vulnerable, and most likely still a virgin. She looked so different after the complete makeover. Her skirt exposed her panties, as she slept. It was so inviting. Nonetheless, I decided against it.
Michelle woke up 2 hours later. I had ordered some sandwiches for lunch, and we ate together looking at each other. Suddenly she stopped.

Michelle: Pete, what’s our relationship? I mean you are a very nice guy, but in terms of status, I am nowhere near you. What will people think of you, if they see you together with me?

Me: Baby, do you like me?

Michelle: I don’t know. I have never been in a relationship before, and I feel kind of strange, in a good way, whenever I am with you. When we kissed that night, and when you touched me, I felt like as though I belong to you…
Me: My dear (my tone got a bit serious), I have seen many women, and slept with countless. But I have never been in a relationship over the past 6 years, when my last gf left me. That was before I got rich. Most women want my money. Within 2 weeks of knowing me, they will always ask me out for drinks, and many times we end up sleeping together. I always leave them a cheque of $10,000, and I never hear from them again.

But you are different. No one has ever tried to reject a gift from me before, and every time we go out, you insist on paying for your own share. And you seem to understand me, we can talk like nobody’s business, and I really like you.

I don’t care what people think. If I do, I would have endless nightmares.
I moved to hold her hands, and told her “From today onwards, you will be the proud girlfriend of Peter Ngiam”. No further questions was asked, she just hugged me tightly.

Over the next few months, and we went around dating just like any normal couple. Michelle found a job (at my connection, to which I still hold a secret today), as an accountant in FMCG company. We watched movies, ate dinner, did more horse riding when the weather permitted, went for wine appreciation course, taught her how to hit a golf ball, and got her to join me for volunteer work at an old folks home (yes, I do volunteer work at an old folks home every month). All these happened without much intimacy, except a few frenching exercise, and touching. No sex. Of course, in my desperate times, Diane was there to release me.

I was dying to get Michelle to sleep with me, but i knew she wasn’t ready for it yet. I have to make her ready somehow.

An original story (Part 2)

By oorey

Breakfast was rather uneventful. We had a light breakfast at Coffee Club near my office. What was to come almost shocked Michelle. While we were having our breakfast halfway, a lady in her early 30s sat down in front of us. She had dressed to kill. Wearing a bright yellow dress, her figure of 36C-25-34, was fully exposed. It was Diane.

Diane: Hi Peter, and you must be Michelle (she said as she was shaking Michelle’s hand)

Me: Hi Diane. Give us another 15 mins while we finish up our breakfast. So what do you think of her? Can you do anything?

All this moment, Michelle looked shocked. She had no clue what was happening and who was Diane. Diane is an image consultant I hired to help me transform Michelle. Diane looked at Michelle in the face for a while, then touched her hair, which she certainly frowned at.

Diane: It’s not going to be easy, but she really has the potential. You were right.

I could see Michelle getting a little frightened now. I slowly explained to her that this would be my first way of saying thank you to her. After breakfast, we headed to our first stop – hair salon. The hairstylist almost fell as he saw Michelle. The exact words were “My god! Do you actually use shampoo or bar soap?” Michelle blushed in embarrassment almost instantly. The hair stylist explained later that the initial treatment will take 2 days of work, and Michelle would have to go back for treatment every 2 weeks.

Hairstylist: This is going to take a lot of effort.

The treatment, styling would take almost 4 hours. I excused myself to run some errands before going back to the salon to pick Michelle and Diane up. 4 hours later, I was lightly surprised when I saw Michelle. The auntie hairstyle was gone, and here in front of me is a perfect length of silky and wavy hair.
Michelle was delighted at her new hairstyle as she kept touching it. She smiled cutely, as she said “Thank you , Pete”. She called me Pete, not Peter. Lunch was next, but we kept it real short as the next stop was the optician. The optician handed Michelle a boxe of contact lens, and taught her to put them on. It was a hilarious sight as Michelle was giggling away as she tried to put them on. I asked the optician to give me 24 boxes of lenses, sufficient to last Michelle for 2 years, much to Michelle’s delight. By now, she has loosened up more. By the time we finished at the optician, it was already 4 pm. I told Michelle that this would mark the end of day 1, and I would pick her up for day 2 activities tomorrow. After sending Michelle back to her home, I made a few visits to some people, and made some phone calls. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

After I picked Michelle up, we continued with the breakfast. By day 2, Michelle was already more relaxed. We talked about her job, her hobbies, etc. Soon, we were chatting like long lost friends. Michelle was the only child, and I found out that her parents passed away in a car accident when she was still in university. She supported herself by giving tuition, and continued staying at the place her parents left behind. As she has to continue paying for the house left to her by her parents, (guessed her parents didn’t buy the HDB insurance), she had to scrimp and save. Thankfully, she did rather well in school (I later found out, she was a dean’s list student)and was able to get a job at one of the big accounting firm before she graduated. The dresses she wear were mostly left to her by her late mother (which explains the timing difference). She save most of her salary, hoping to do her MBA at Harvard,
when she saved enough.

After breakfast, we continued at the salon. As this time it would take only 1.5 hours, I decided to wait and got my hair cut.
As we finished up with our hairdo, I told Michelle that she would most like enjoy the rest of the day most. It was shopping. I told hair that Diane would bring her out for shopping, and teach her how to dress. I wouldn’t follow however, but told her that she would have to work overtime tomorrow as we would be going out for dinner. In view of this, however, she can start her work later at 11.30am. With that Michelle and Diane headed off to Paragon for their shopping.

I had told Diane earlier to get Michelle a new wardrobe altogether, which she readily agreed. As I have nothing to do for the rest of the day, I decided to call up some kakis for a game of golf at Sentosa. It was around 3pm when I received a call from Michelle.

Michelle: Pete, I am worried that Diane might be shopping too much. She had just spent $1,000 on a couple of dresses Burberrys, and we are now at Louis Vitton for handbags. These handbags cost at least $2,000. I am afraid this is really too much.

Me: Michelle, whatever I am spending is not even a fraction of what you have helped me achieved in the IPO. These are loose change for me, so don’t worry about it.

Michelle: But…

Me: No buts, and if you two don’t spend more than $30,000 today, I will have you two fired before you can say but. So stop talking and get cracking at shopping.
With that I hung up. I finished up the 18th hole before the day ended, with 10 strokes below par. It was a sign of a good start as I thought to myself.

I arrived at Michelle’s house the next day 10 mins earlier. As she walked out from her lift, I was stunned. Diane had really done a good job. Here it was, a transformed Michelle. Clad in a tight fitting polo-tee, with hot-pants, completely flouting her figure, and legs. She had put on some light make-up, and although her shades were covering her eyes, but I could see her smiling shyly at me. I simply love that look of hers, displaying her angelic face at full force. Her body was well covered, but it showed where her true assets lies. There was no cleavage to show in polo-tee, but the tight fitting top was enough to make my nose bleed. In a simple word, it was SEXY. As I tried to control myself from raping her, Michelle broke my chain of thoughts.

Michelle: So where are we off to?

Me: You’ll see.

We arrived at Kranji, turf club soon after. From my past conversation with Michelle, I knew she was quite sporty, even though she may look auntie. Guess even aunties need to exercise as well. I told Michelle we were going to do horse riding.

Michelle: Horse riding? I thought only the owners can ride them?

Me: I am a proud owner of 2 German breed, and we can take them for a ride today.

Teaching Michelle to ride a horse was more than a difficult task. She had so much trouble in controlling the horse, and the trainer had to basically walked her in a horse. Seeing that there wasn’t much of a fun, I suggested something.

Me: Want to try riding real fast?

Michelle: You mean galloping? I can’t even get the horse to walk a straight line.

Me: You can ride with me. Wanna try?

She hesitated for a moment before saying “OK”.

As she sat in front of me, with the help of the trainer, I could smell the fragrance of her hair. Her back pressed lightly against my chest and arm touched her waist. This was the first time I had been so close to Michelle, and I could see her skin was almost flawless. I immediately had a hard on. I wasn’t sure if she felt it, but if she did, she pretended not to have felt anything.

As we galloped around the race course, my arms brushed across her breast countless times. It was difficult to keep the concentration has the small head kept taking over. When we finally finished at Kranji, it was already 3pm.

Me: It’s almost time for dinner. Let’s go, shall we?

Michelle: But I think we smell. Should we go back to change first?

Me: Don’t worry. It’s been taken care of.

In about 20 mins, we arrived at Raffles Marina Country Club. Diane, and Paul (the hairstylist) were there.

Me: See, they’ll help you get ready. You go wash up and get ready for dinner.

Michelle: …… (loss for words), and only nodded her head. (What a sweet young thing).

It didn’t take me too long to bathe and get ready, but it took Michelle almost 2 hours, but it was worth the wait. Diane had dressed her in a long red gown, with her back bare. There was no plunging neckline, but the slit of her gown was enough to draw attention. As she walked towards me, I was totally stunned.

Me: You are beautiful.

Michelle: ……. (blushing). Thank you. I never had dinner at this club before, and I didn’t know we have to dress so nicely.

What Michelle didn’t know was we were not having dinner at the club, but we were going on board my private yacht, which I have arranged for dinner to be served on board. As we sailed further from the club, I took Michelle up to the deck, poured her some wine, and there we were, she in her beautiful dress, and I was in a suit. The sun was setting as we slowly watched it disappearing halfway into the deep blue sea.

Michelle: This is so beautiful. I have never seen this before. Thank you for showing this to me.

She said that as she slowly leaned her head against my shoulders. I wasn’t sure if she did that willingly or it was the wine, but my efforts were beginning to pay off.

Me: It has been my pleasure, and you are worth it.

With that I planted my lips against hers. She was shocked at first, but soon opened her lips, and our tongues met. We kissed for a while before I broke it and said it was time for dinner.

Michelle: I have never kissed a man before, and I am so glad I could give my first kiss to you.

Me: You are so lovely (I want more than your first kiss).

Dinner was a drag. I couldn’t wait for it to be over so that I can carry more action with Michelle. However, she seemed to be enjoying every moment of it; the steak, the music, and the wine. Halfway through dinner, we had finished a bottle of wine, and she had drunk most of it. Although she was blushing slightly, she didn’t appear drunk at all. We continued chatting until dinner was over.

As soon as dinner was over, we were back at the deck where we walked around for a while, before Michelle held my arms?

Michelle: Can I hold you?

Me: Of course dear.

We continued staying at the deck for a while before deciding that our legs were too tired for walking, and we went to the cabin to continue our wine.
In an instant, when we sat down on the couch, our tongues met again. This time round, she was bolder, as her tongue was seeking for mine. As we frenched, my hands moved to her breast, which is a C-cup. I could hear a soft moan as I squeezed her breast gently. Slowly, but surely, I moved to her thighs, and slowly work my way up to her pussy. Just as I was about to remove her g-string, she grabbed my hands.

Michelle: I am sorry, but don’t you think it’s too fast.

I stopped.

Michelle: Are you unhappy?

Me: It’s ok dear. I want you to take your time until you are ready for it. (Ok my ass. My manhood is almost bursting)

Michelle: Thank you for being so understanding. I love you (so fast????).

We continued some light frenching on the yacht until it was almost midnight, and I decided to send Michelle home.

Michelle: Dear, I really had a good time today, and I am very happy that we kissed today. I don’t know why, but I have that strange and exciting feeling when we kissed just now. I love you. Goodnight.

Me: Goodnight baby. Sleep well. We don’t have to go out early tomorrow. I’ll call you when I wake up ok?

Michelle: Anything you say. Nite… (What about sex tonight?)

As I was driving home, I could still feel my hard on. Fiddling with my phone, I dialled a number.

Me: Hello, Diane…