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Nice sharing

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Oh boy... I would love a photo of this full cream pie ;)

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Thanks!

Thanks!

Nearly 20 years ago... No photos...

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well...not trying to sound kinky but never too late for a reenactment ;) hahaha

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You want to see a close to 40 year old pussy creampie???

Why not? Milfs can be beautiful too :) Could you share a lookalike pic of yourself? Or maybe pic of yourself that's censored?

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I guess I should stop being jealous of Mike. There was no way he could have had so much semen if he was being unfaithful to me.

But my appetite was insatiable. One Mike couldn't satisfy me. Maybe I needed more Mikes. Maybe I should speak to him about it. Dan was right. I needed to work out my issues. If Mike was going to be my life partner, he should at least know what he was dealing with.

But the thing was, could he accept me for what I am? Would he?

It was only a couple of years ago when we were first "dating" that I discovered my sexuality. I don't know how or why I became such a horny person.

I did think of blaming Mike though. With his magic fingers, opening me up to a whole new world of excitement that my bolster never gave me.

Then my first blowjob which made him cum in my mouth even though I didn't really know what I was doing. The power that I felt. The control I had over him, and subsequently every other guy, was an amazing feeling, and something which I felt made me as a woman, feel more alive. The subtle discrimination we faced in our daily lives, at work, at home, and just with that one act I could take back the power and control that I lost.

I wondered if there were other ways I could exert control over others. I decided to test my theory on Dan.

I dressed up in a tight spaghetti top, no bra, and a short skirt. I played with my nipples to make them hard, then I took a top-down selfie, purposely showing off my ample chest, deep cleavage and my hard raisins.

I sent it to Dan.

He replied almost instantly.

D: What the fuck's going on?

Me: Hee.

D: Are you teasing me?

Me: Yup.

D: Shit. I want to suck on those nipples.

Me: Come come.

D: Really?

Me: Nah. Not free now.

D: Wah lau. I got a half erection and leaking precum from that picture.

Me: Nice.

I rolled up my top, exposing my lower boobs and part of my perky nipples and sent him the pic.

D: WHAT THE FUCK!

Me: Like it?

D: I'm going to the toilet to play with myself now.

Me: Good.

D: Need a pic?

Me: Hee…. Let me think about it. Will let you know if I want.

But he sent me anyway. It was a pretty artistic shot I guess. It was an extreme close-up of precum seeping out from his dickhead.

Me: I want to lick that up.

He didn't reply for awhile.

D: Really? I'm done already. Masturbated to your pic. But you know it's dangerous right. Sending pics like that.

Note: These were the days before SnapChat and Telegram where you could send self-destructing texts, pics and videos. Lucky I had taken the care not to expose my face or any identifiable features. It would have been disastrous if my pics were leaked.

Me: Eh. Next time don't waste. Cum in my mouth. But… you know your cum taste a bit bitter?

D: Cos I smoke. I know.

Me: You tasted before?

D: No la. My FWB tell me.

Me: Ok. Next time you cum in my mouth, I pass back to you to taste.

D: Sure.

Dan was pretty kinky, and somewhat submissive in a way too. I wondered if Mike was the same. I decided to try it out on him first to see his reaction.

I went over to his place that night and we went straight to his room. No one was at home.

Me: I wanna try something.

M: Ok. What?

Me: You'll see.

I pushed him onto the bed and got his cock out, taking it into my mouth. It grew slowly and surely under my skillful tongue. I guess he didn't cum for a long time again as when he did, I almost choked. He had shot four streams of hot, sticky cum into my mouth. I was in a dilemma. There was so much maybe I should swallow some first. But I decided not to. I sucked him dry, then went straight up to his face. I half expected him to push me away but he pulled me towards him, parting my lips with his and snaking his tongue in.

My plan actually failed. I thought it would be fun to force his own cum into his mouth, but here he was willingly taking it from my mouth, even swallowing a couple of times as we frenched with our sticky tongues. It was fucking erotic and I was damn wet.

After the final swallow from both of us, he hugged me.

M: You liked that?

Me: I'm surprised actually.

M: I sort of predicted you wanted that when you came up without swallowing.

Me: Oh.

I reached down and stroked his cock. He got hard in no time. I quickly removed my shorts and panties and got on him.

Me: Hey. If you cum inside me, will you eat my pussy after?

M: Sure. Why not?

Shit. He was really out to please me. I was impressed.

He took awhile to cum again but eventually he did, shooting twice. I jumped off and covered my pussy with my hand. Some dripped out already. But I stuffed it back in. I positioned over his face and he practically pulled me towards him, licking my pussy lips and vagina, sucking out his own cum. It was really fucking erotic.

When he was done, we kissed again.

Me: You're kinky. I like that.

M: I'd do anything you want.

Again, his words caused a slight ache in my chest. He was willing to do so much for me yet I was living a double life.

I really needed to talk to him about it one day.

But today was not the day.

We washed up and I went home feeling empowered.

Now to see if I could do the same to Dan.

I kept practicing my teasing pics and sent them to Dan just to see his reaction.

Of course, he tried to tease me back by sending me his dick pics. But I wasn't that kind of girl. I didn't need a dick pic to make me wet. I needed it inside my mouth.

Not many guys know that. I guess it was a visual thing for guys. For girls, it is more mental. If you could win over my mind, half the battle is won. Sometimes a nicely composed dick pic would arouse my interest, but that's about it. You need to tell me a story about how you intend to use it on me, or what you are going to make me do with it. Just showing me what it is isn't good enough. Especially if it's tiny, or photoshopped.

Despite of Dan's protests about us fucking on the sly, I could see he was actually really enjoying it. Even though he had other fuck buddies, I was probably the only one who teased and aroused him so much that he couldn't get enough of me. We continued to meet pretty often, mostly at the staircase at his place, for quickies. One thing I was worried about though, was Dan was becoming a little clingy. Perhaps I was giving him too much of myself. But I appreciated his presence and occasional words of wisdom.

I even met up with Ben sometimes, even though we no longer worked together. There was just something about fucking an older man. He knew exactly what he wanted, which was purely physical. And it suited me perfectly.

Of course I was still with Mike. But he was busy with school, and I was busy with work and my extra activities. So we met at most on weekends only.

Anyway, work was getting tough at the new company. Somehow I wasn't really generating the same volume as before, so commission was reduced. My finances were not suffering, but it was getting a little irritating as I had more or less gotten used to a certain standard of living. Plus, I was also giving my parents an allowance, and I didn't want to reduce that amount.

I was with Dan one rare evening that we actually checked into a budget hotel for a good fuck, instead of a quickie at the staircase.

I was merely lying there, playing with his dick, when I decided to tell him about my situation.

D: Works tough everywhere. You gotta adapt.

Me: I know. But I've been so dependent on commission. Now without it, it feels weird.

D: Do you need the extra cash?

Me: No… but it wouldn't hurt.

D: Hmm…

Me: What?

D: You know… there are ways to earn extra money quickly.

Me: Like how? Sell my body?

D: Yeah.

Me: Idiot.

I chomped down on his dick.

D: I know someone who's in the business.

Me: You mean a pimp?

D: An agent.

Me: How much could I earn?

I don't know why I was a little curious.

D: Well, I've seen his listings. Some girls can go up to $500 per shot per hour.

Me: How does that work?

D: Well… he pays you $500 and he gets to cum once?

Me: Seriously?

D: Something like that.

Me: I get the full $500?

D: The agent takes a commission for managing the bookings.

Me: Sounds so easy.

I made him hard and blew him till he came in my mouth. I swallowed.

Me: So… like this and up to $500 less commission?

D: I guess so?

Me: That took 5 minutes. What about the remaining 55 minutes?

D: I don't know how that works.

Me: Hmmm. I could earn my entire monthly salary in one night.

D: You're assuming everyone cums fast. And from a blowjob.

Me: I'm good right?

I took him in my mouth again. 10 minutes later, he came again.

D: What are you doing?

Me: Practicing?

D: For?

Me: Seems really easy. You potentially owe me $1000 now.

D: What the fuck.

I took him in my mouth again. He pulled me up.

D: Please stop. I still want to have sex with you.

I got down on him again.

Me: No way. You're letting me practice tonight.

D: Fuck.

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it can still be seriously sexy at 40...
some of the best sex I've had is with girls over 30+ and not your regular XMM SYTs...

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sounds like she's gonna get paid for what she loves doing...
why am i getting turned on by this... damn!

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This is tough.

A client once said I look a bit like Sofia Takigawa, with smaller eyes and smaller boobs.

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That's because most of us know exactly what we want and how to get it.

I'm still waiting for him to continue writing. It's amazing how words can cause reactions.

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totally agree... I am in my mid - 40s and for me, the pleasure of sex is not just to pound and cum
at this age, a good part of my enjoyment is to make sure my partner is well pleasured before myself... not that I am not selfish about it, of course once I start the end game is the happiness of the orgasm.
But the oral sex, foreplay, fingering (where allowed), mild edging and all just helps with the build up. Even with paid sex...

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I'm still waiting for him to continue writing. It's amazing how words can cause reactions.[/QUOTE]

Cause words make you imagine, just like how a lady just needs mental stimulation to get turned on and not a dick pic… something like that

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Support a well written story! :)

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Most of the guys I've been with know how to pleasure a woman.

Cause words make you imagine, just like how a lady just needs mental stimulation to get turned on and not a dick pic… something like that[/QUOTE]

Very familiar phrase...

Thanks!

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After 2 hours, Dan probably owed me thousands of dollars if he was a paying customer. The receptionist had called and asked if we wanted to extend. Dan decided to add another hour just so we could chat. If Mike didn’t propose, I probably might be with Dan for real.

He was amazing by the way, just letting me blow him to completion countless times. Actually it was probably just 6 times in those 2 hours.

D: Are you serious? About being an escort I mean.

Me: Nah. It’s interesting though.

D: What do you mean?

Me: The money’s good, the job seems easy…

D: How many guys have you slept with?

Me: 3?

D: Yeah. Not every guy is the same. What works for one guy may not work for the rest. I mean you’re hot and all but…

Me: You think I’m hot?

D: Of course. Your body is amazing, slim, nice rack. Nice features. Fucking horny…

Me: You flatter me.

D: I have no doubt many guys will want to sleep with you. Pay even. But is that lifestyle what you really want?

Me: What do you mean?

D: You’re engaged for god’s sake. And fucking me. And the other guy. What if he finds out?

Me: What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

D: That’s not the point.

Me: Look. I’m not serious about the whole escort thing ok?

D: Good. What about your fiancé?

Me: We’ll work things out. Once he finishes school.

D: He’s going to be a teacher? Seriously?

Me: Well… why not? Government job, stable pay and benefits.

D: You know why I’m still technically unemployed after more than a year from graduation?

Me: Cos your family has money and waiting for you to take over the business?

D: Shit. Did I tell you all that?

Me: Yeah?

D: I don’t remember. But that’s not the main reason.

Me: What is then?

D: Interest. I want to do something that matches my interest. Everyone wants to. I remember you told me he wanted to be a career soldier? Special forces? What happened there?

Me: He isn’t an officer. Felt he wouldn’t go far.

Dan started laughing.

D: Hahaha. What? That’s so wrong.

Me: What’s wrong?

D: His thinking.

Me: How so?

D: I was an officer in Commandos during my NS.

Me: Oh that I didn’t know.

D: I know these Special Forces guys. Nobody cares about rank there. It’s the passion they have. They are doing the things they love. Interested in.

Me: Ok. I get it.

D: So are you sure he’s really interested in being a teacher?

Me: Who knows.

D: You guys really need to talk you know. Talk the way we do.

Me: He’s the quiet type.

D: So? Communication is essential.

Me: He doesn’t like to open up about his problems, if any.

D: I guess one day you’ll figure it out.

Me: I’m sure we will. But for now…

I wrapped my lips around his flaccid cock again.

D: Oh shit. Again?

Me: This is my interest. This is what I love.

He was probably already so drained by me that despite my best efforts, he was only semi-erect. I mounted him.

D: I don’t think I can…

I shushed him as I rode him, grinding my clit on him.

Me: Shh… I’m going to use you any way I see fit.

Our marathon sex session got me thinking. Or rather marathon blowjob session. If what Dan said was accurate, I could be earning way more money doing what I loved instead of struggling with commission-based jobs.

But could I really do it? Use my body to make a living. Probably not. Not in the current circumstances anyway.

Anyway, my anniversary was coming up soon and I decided to surprise Mike. He seemed to be struggling a little in school and perhaps a short getaway would help. So I booked a staycation for us one weekend.

On Friday night, I was blowing Dan again at the staircase.

Me: So… I’m going to talk to him.

D: Ahh.. that’s good.

In between mouthfuls of cock, we chatted.

Me: How I approach the topic?

D: Huh? What?

Me: Wait.

I released him from the oral prison and lay down, spreading my legs. He got on top of me and entered.

Me: So? How?

D: Err… just ask him what he really wants… I can’t do this. Can’t concentrate.

Me: Fine. Lie down.

I got on top of him.

D: That’s better. Ask him what his plans are. Short term and long term. How you figure in the picture.

Me: Ah… yes…. ok….

D: Do you know the real reason why he proposed?

Me: Ahhh… fuck…. he said…. he wants to take care of me… god.. I just came..

D: Yeah I felt it.

I continued grinding.

D: So why?

Me: Shit… I really love your cock…. I think he’s guilty…

D: Of what?

Me: Ahhhh… maybe cos he took my virginity? Fuck! Yes!!

I came again. My clit was still super sensitive.

D: So… is that what you want?

Me: What I want right now is to cum again…

I continued grinding my clit against him.

D: Don’t you want to get fucked?

Me: Nah… this is good…

I finally got off him. He pinned me down flat and entered from behind, just the way I liked it.

D: You need to know what you want as well.

Me: Harder!!!

D: You don’t want to be stuck in a relationship or even a marriage based on taking responsibility for some act that happened in the heat of the moment?

Me: Oh shut up and fuck me harder!

He thrust so deep I nearly screamed. But it felt so good. It felt even better when he filled me with his warm cum. He didn’t stop thrusting even after he came. I could feel the cum sloshing about inside with each stroke. Then he came again with a loud groan. He pulled out and rolled over. I stayed in my position, preventing his cum for spilling out.

D: Are we going to continue like this even after you’re married?

Me: Why not?

D: Is he bad at sex?

Me: Oh no… he’s great actually. Nice cock, knows how to pleasure me.

D: Why do you need me then?

Me: It’s different with you. I can talk to you about anything. You don’t hide your true feelings.

D: Then you should marry me instead.

I sat up. I felt his cum leak out.

Me: Say what?

D: I’m serious. Don’t marry him because of guilt or responsibility. Marry him because you want to. And because he wants to as well.

Me: No no. You just asked me to marry you.

D: I didn’t mean it that way.

Me: I’m sure you didn’t.

I grabbed his cock again.

Me: I’m going to punish you. Don’t say things you don’t mean.

D: Go ahead.

I made him hard and got on him again, coating his dick with his own cum and my juices.

Somehow I was thinking if the staycation tomorrow was going to be a good idea or not.

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Camping for more! 😄

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Sis, you have some amazing blowing stamina.:D

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Cause words make you imagine, just like how a lady just needs mental stimulation to get turned on and not a dick pic… something like that[/QUOTE]

Very familiar phrase...



Hahah! Coz i think it’s a common trait among most ladies. Reading, hearing rather than seeing pictures and stuff

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Sis. I love bj...wish you can be my bj buddy.

Nice write up sis. Reading your stories makes me feel that why I don't have such a friend like you, who loves to give sexual pleasure.. I love To receive blowjob too. Hehe

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Fucking good story! :D

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lianbeng thanks the editor lah! :D

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Very familiar phrase...



Hahah! Coz i think it’s a common trait among most ladies. Reading, hearing rather than seeing pictures and stuff[/QUOTE]

Thanks all for the support!

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Mike and I checked into Pan Pacific hotel around 3pm. The view was fantastic. The room was pricey but totally worth it.

He was pretty surprised about the staycation, but I could tell he was pretty happy.

I ran a bath for him, and threw in a relaxing bath bomb. As the tub was filling up, I started to strip him.

He kissed me, gently at first, then fully passionate. It had been so long since he was so full of passion and energy. He tugged at the string of my halter dress and it fell to the floor. He unhooked my bra with one swift motion. He cupped my breasts the second they sprung free, planting soft kisses, teasing my nipples with his tongue, twirling it around my areolas, flicking at my nipples. Oh god, I was so wet. I tried reaching down to grab his hard cock, but he held my hands in place, pushing me onto the bed, spreading my legs and giving me a huge lick down below. I shuddered as it made contact with my clit. He was in total control and I was loving it.

Me: Wait. The tub.

He ran to turn it off and returned to me. My heart was beating so fast.

Me: What’s up with you today?

M: You’ve always been the one pleasuring me. It’s my turn now.

He got between my legs. I ruffled his hair.

Me: You silly boy. I love pleasuring you. Oh god!

He went to work on my pussy, running his tongue up and down the lips, pulling back the hood, lightly sucking on my clit. His magic fingers entered, one at first, then two, finding what he assumed was the g-spot. Even I didn’t know if it was a real thing. But the way he rubbed it, probed at it, and licked my clit at the same time, it brought a new intense sensation that was somehow unfamiliar to me.

Me: Stop stop! I’m going to pee!

M: Just relax.

Me: Oh shit!

I released some liquid from below. He kept fingering me and licking my clit. A couple of streams hit his face and he savoured it.

M: Doesn’t taste like pee.

He continued licking. My legs were shaking uncontrollably. He finally released me.

We took a quick shower and went to soak in the bathtub.

M: Baby?

Me: Yeah?

M: I know I haven’t been around much for you as usual.

Me: Uh huh?

M: I will try my best ok?

Me: Concentrate on your studies please. You’re going to be a great teacher one day.

M: I actually don’t know if that’s what I really want.

Me: What do you really want?

M: I don’t know. Teaching is a safe job.

Me: What about Special Forces?

M: I’m only a Sergeant. How far can I go? Besides, I only have A Levels. That’s not enough right?

I hugged him.

Me: If you put your mind to it, and show dedication, I’m sure you can do it.

M: I’m bonded. Can’t afford to break it I think.

Me: I’m sure there’s some instalment plan to pay back.

M: Too risky.

Me: We can support each other.

M: Err..

Me: We’re going to be married someday. How can I call myself your wife if I don’t support you?

He kissed me. I kissed him back. We got out of the tub, frantically drying ourselves as we made our way back to the bed. His mouth still plastered to mine, he lay me down and entered. I moaned into his mouth. I never really liked the missionary position but his cock was large enough to make it feel good. We never stopped kissing for the time he was thrusting into me, occasionally teasing my nipples and clit.

Unsurprisingly, we came together. Or rather, I somehow came when the first spurt of his semen hit me. As usual, he was full of cum and he didn’t stop thrusting or pull out even after his balls were empty.

M: I love you.

Me: I love you too.

He pulled out and passed me some tissues to wipe myself.

M: By the way, that guy Dan? I know you’ve been fucking him.

My jaw dropped. I felt an ache in my heart. Tears welled up in my eyes.

Shit.

I had never cried for a long time prior to this. But the revelation that Mike knew about Dan and I was too much. The tears flowed freely.

Mike wrapped his muscular arms around me and I buried my face in his chest. He stroked my hair.

M: Shh… it's ok.

Me: What do you mean it's ok??? I am fucking someone else…

M: I know. I suspected for awhile.

Me: Why didn't you say anything?

Mike was silent for awhile. He just let me cry until I stopped.

M: Because it's my fault.

I was getting confused.

M: I didn't spend enough time with you. I didn't take care of all your needs.

Me: Why tell me now? Are you breaking up with me?

M: No.

Me: Huh?

M: I won't. I said I'll take care of you. You are my woman.

Me: I don't understand.

M: Dan contacted me.

Me: He what???

That asshole. I knew something was up when he asked to borrow my phone. Little did I know he had used my phone to get Mike's number. But that was so long ago. Mike quietly accepted what I was doing without so much as a complaint. And Dan, that asshole. He still continued to let me use him even though he claimed he was against it. All men are jerks. This just proved it. Mike too, for knowing about it and not doing anything, instead just letting me do as I please.

M: I want you to be happy.

Me: And?

M: Even it is means you need to find someone else to take care of your needs when I'm not around.

Me: What the fuck?

M: It's still my fault.

Me: How the fuck is this your fault?

M: We went too far too fast. I made you realize your sexuality and your physical needs, yet I couldn't fulfil all of them. I pushed you away.

Me: That doesn't make any sense.

M: Dan contacted me because he was worried about you.

Me: Ya right. And he still continued to let me use him.

M: I told him to carry on. As long as you wanted it and you were happy.

I couldn't take it anymore and I slapped him.

Me: WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM??? SOME KIND OF SLUT?

He just kept silent. But he didn't need to answer that question. I knew what I did. I deliberately kept it from him. And yet he quietly accepted it. But I was wrong as well. And I probably shouldn't be taking out my anger on him. Instead, we should probably try to work things out.

Me: What now?

M: I love you baby. Nothing will change that. No matter what you do.

I started crying again. This guy was unbelievable.

I texted Dan telling him what an asshole he was.

D: At least you talked about it. What now?

Me: I don't know.

M: If that's Dan you're texting, please ask him to come over. We should all have a face-to-face chat.

I didn't know if I should. But I texted him anyway.

Me: He wants you to come over to chat.

D: Sure.

Me: What if he kills you?

D: Haha! Unlikely.

Me: Are you sure?

D: Yeah. Will drop by after dinner.

Me: Ok.

I told Mike that Dan would pop by after his dinner. And we probably should find some dinner too.

We didn't really have any plans so we just walked around Marina Square and Suntec area looking for something to eat, eventually settling at Carl's Junior.

I wasn't looking forward to Dan coming over to be honest. I was pretty sure something would happen.

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Fantastic stuff. Camping here for more updates!

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Sensing a wonderful staycation threesome.:D

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Nice story

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Very nice story, support ...

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Thanks all!