Short Story: Recruit Sam Part 2

Agnes woke up from her lazy slumber, hating the dream that she just dreamt of. She dreamt of one the sexual fantasies that she had experimented with Chris, her ex-boyfriend, in the past. Both of them would often try out different sexual fantasies to find out who liked what. Last they tried, Chris tied Agnes to the bed frame, just like how it was like in 50 Shades of Grey. Agnes didn't really like it. She preferred soft, gentle sex.

Agnes tried to get up from her bed, but she realized her hands were both tied at the wrist, tied to the two opposite sides of the bed frame, just like how it occurred in her dream. Agnes started to panic. Was she still dreaming? She hated being tied down.

Her eyes have yet to adjust to the darkness, but Agnes was sure someone else was there. Suddenly, Agnes became aware of the fact that she was naked and lying on the bed. With her hands tied, she could do nothing to cover herself up. Her clothes still lay on the floor beside her. She took them off while masturbating earlier that evening. Agnes was really helpless before whoever this was.

Moonlight shone into her room through he open window, giving her a little sense of sight. Her hands were tied with thick dark green ropes, taped with black tape to secure it in place. It seemed very amateurish and not very expertly done, but it served it's job of keeping her restrained.

Her captor knew that she was awake, judging from her quickened and panicked breaths. Agnes's legs were free, and she drew them as close as she could to her body, covering as much of herself as she can. She was really afraid now, not knowing if she was awake or still dreaming.

As her captor moved in the moonlight, Agnes gazed upon his face for the first time, recognizing it to be her younger brother, Sam. She gasped, he mouth agape at the identity of her captor. She almost screamed, but Sam moved towards her and covered her mouth with a piece of cloth. The cloth had a familiar smell to it, that of her own. She could feel the intricate design of lace within her mouth, the panty which she was wearing earlier. He must have picked it off the floor. Sam pulled out a black tape with his free hand, taping Agnes's panties inside her own mouth.

She tried to scream but to no avail. Her makeshift gag was tight in place, and she got rewarded instead with more taste of herself. She could see Sam clearly now, her eyes now adjusted to the dark. Sam was very much overweight, almost double of her size. It was really disgusting and gross, as compared to how Chris was, tall, muscular and handsome. Sam also smelt a little bad, probably due to his sweat, whereas Chris used to always use that musky perfume that never failed to excite her senses. Agnes wanted to fight him off, but she couldn't. Not when she was naked and tied to the bed.

"Oh Agnes, how pretty you look." Agnes frowned at Sam's comment, angered and humiliated that her younger brother was doing this to her. Sam reached out a hand and touched her cheek, trying his best to caress her cheek gently, but only succeeded in smudging his pudgy fingers over her face. Agnes shied from the contact, and she tried to kick him away.

Sam easily caught hold of Agnes's flying leg, and Agnes knew the mistake she made. Having her leg held by Sam caused her legs to be spread apart like a pair of scissors, her pussy exposed for her younger brother to see. Her pussy was hairy and unkempt, a messy patch of pubic hair above her vagina. In that little light she had, she could see Sam lick his lips, a habit he always had as a kid whenever he was excited, in anticipation of something fun.

Agnes tried to bring her legs to close together again, but Sam held her leg high enough to make her efforts futile. Sam lowered himself while keeping her leg up and apart, lowering his face to eye level with Agnes's pussy. Agnes could feel tears welling in her eyes, the humiliation she was suffering too much for her to bear. Her younger brother, whom she loathed and hated, was staring at her most private parts, reserved for people she truly loved.

Agnes felt Sam push his face into her pussy, feeling him take a breath of the scent of her pussy, her feminine smell. Sam placed his lips against her sex, giving her messy licks along her slit, a tight valley of flesh below her pubic hair. Sam's tongue was doing a really bad job, his tongue simply tracing the line, his fat cheeks preventing him from licking even deeper. His saliva was wetting her vagina, dripping all over the bedsheet. Agnes grunted into the gag, disgusted at how her amateur brother was giving her oral sex. However, her grunts came out as moans through the gag, encouraging Sam to continue further.

Sam was indeed encouraged, his tongue attempting to lick faster, and he even pushed his fat face more forcefully against Agnes's pussy. It was a really messy job, his saliva going all over the place and around her entire private region. He tried to stick his pudgy fingers into her, his fingers spending a really long time trying to find the entrance to her vagina. As he stuck his finger in her, Agnes knew she was dry inside. His finger caused a bit of friction going in, and Agnes yelped a little, only to be passed off for a moan through the gag once again. Sam simply left his finger there, not knowing what to do with it, thinking that he was making his sister really aroused, whereas it was only his saliva making her wet and her grunting sounding like moans through the gag.

After a torturous amount of time, Agnes was really tearing now, tears running down her face. Her hands have already given up on trying to fight against the bonds, and she wanted this to end, for her brother to stop this. Agnes tried to fake an orgasm, lifting her ass a little off the bed an pretending to jerk a little. She even tried to squeeze her pussy on Sam's fingers, hoping he would stop once she was done 'cumming'.

Sam did indeed stop, removing his fingers and standing back, and somehow he looked like he was admiring his work. He even seemed to be a little proud. Agnes prayed hard that he would go away, that this would all go away. Sam reached to the waistband of his shorts and pulled it all off, pants, underwear and all. His cock stood as erect as it can be, but it was an inferior specimen of the male genitalia as compared to Chris. As Sam removed his shirt, his belly fats jiggled a little, the sight extremely revolting to Agnes. She closed her legs again, trying to protect whatever modesty she had.

As Sam started to walk towards Agnes, she realized what was going to happen, and she started to shout as best as she could through her panty gag, already fearing for the worst. Yet these were once again passed off for sexual moans. As Sam got onto the bed with her, indeed her fears were proven right. She was about to get fucked by her younger brother, her fat, disgusting little brother, and she could do nothing to stop him. Her arms were getting a little sore, after being tied to the sides of the bed for so long. Sam easily pried her legs apart, positioning himself between them to stop her from closing her legs again.

Sam positioned himself on the bed, leaning the entire of his weight against Agnes's petite body, trying his best to position his little cock against her vagina.

"Wet for me huh, dear Agnes? You know despite your struggle that you want this, you horny girl." His pudgy fingers fumbled at her entrance, feeling the thickly coated layer of saliva he left earlier. But Agnes knew that she was dry inside. She felt Sam position his cock at the entrance of her vagina, even as he parted her pussy lips with his fingers to gain access to her most private area.

Sam leaned his weight forward, pushing his cock deep into Agnes. Indeed she was really dry inside, causing her to yelp once again in pain as her younger brother's cock went into her. On the bright side, his cock was not as large as Chris, and it did not hurt as much as she expected. But that was no consolation, as Sam started to move back and forth, fucking her as he pleased. Sam moaned while Agnes grunted through her gag and closed her eyes shut, wishing this would all go away.

Sam felt really good inside his first pussy ever in his life. He fucked his sister, imagining her to be a tight, petite school girl. Well, there was no need to for him to imagine Agnes was tight. Her dry pussy caused friction all around his member, but Sam only knew it felt good to him. Agnes's eyes were really clamped shut, her face looking away to avoid the humiliation, her mind far away, trying to ignore the pain.

Sam grasped Agnes's boobs, holding them in his hands. Her breasts felt soft and fleshy to Sam, and he toyed with them, playing around with them forcefully, not caring if it hurt Agnes. The first boob that he was holding, the first sex, giving his virginity to his sister. Sam was pulling out and pushing into Agnes, stroking his cock in and out of her. Agnes felt really good to Sam, even when dry.

Yet the worst was not over. Sam decided was near orgasm, and he couldn't control himself from cumming. He grunted like a old, fat geezer, and he came spurt after spurt into Agnes, all while she panicked, knowing that she hasn't been on the pill ever since she broke up with Chris. Her little brother's disgusting cum spilled into her, filling her sore vagina with his semen. With one final grunt and one last spurt, Sam held himself inside Agnes as his engorged cock shrunk within her, before he pulled out.

Agnes was really stunned now, and she did not know what to do. Her cheeks were streaked with tears already drying, and she had no more tears left to spare. Sam's cum started to drip out of her vagina, a little droplet oozing out and onto the bedsheet.

"Agnes, I hope you liked your orgasm." Even in the moonlight, Agnes could see her little brother grin a little. He was still naked, his flaccid cock a small and pathetic sight to behold. As Sam removed her bonds and gag, Agnes sat in the same position, her hands to her sides and her legs spread apart in a missionary position, not knowing what to do next. What can she do?

Short Story: Recruit Sam Part 1

I would like to thank a very kind reader for contributing these pictures for me to write a story for this one. All the pictures here are from him, and I would very much like to credit him here. However, privacy is of utmost importance, and I will not reveal anything unless he wants me to. Nevertheless, do enjoy the short story! ~ With love, Jezebel

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Book out day! At long last, Sam stepped down the bus that brought him to Pasir Ris. He felt like a free man again, free of the strict regiments and of the daily physical training that he had to do. Sam was a recruit at Basic Military Training (BMT), and he has been there for about a month already. Sadly, the medical check-up a few months back determined him to be a little bit overweight, hence dispatching him for a BMT about 4 months and 2 weeks long.

But at long last, he was out! Well, out for only two days, but feels like freedom nonetheless. Sam walked towards the MRT with his field pack on his back, walking alongside his army peers. Everyone was sweaty from the walking and their heavy field packs, the mood in the air vibrant, light-hearted and full of cheer and laughter, a feeling that precedes every book out.

Sam looked forward to spending his weekend with his family and friends, whom he has never seen the whole week. It was really weird to him, not having seen his family for so long despite spending almost every day with them in the past few months before enlistment.

As he stood at the MRT waiting for the train to come, he and his friends chatted, talking about anything and everything, which of course, always comes to the topic of girls. They managed to book out that day at around noon, where schools also end on Friday. Sam and his friends ogled at the JC girls from Meridian Junior College nearby, their high pitched voice and laughter a big improvement from all the screaming and shouting they have heard so much in the past week of training. Girls were almost non-existent in army, hence much more appreciated and desired by guys serving their time in the army.

Of course, Sam was not an exception to this. He desired a girl of his own, someone to call his girlfriend. He wanted to hold a cute petite girl in his arms, smell the fragrance of her shampoo and her warm skin against him. Most of all, he wanted to have sex, to hear a girl moan his name while she came with his cock buried deep inside her. He wanted to feel her vagina walls clenching around his cock instead of his hands all the time, to plunge his cock into a warm, wet hole.

Sam stared at the girls and imagined fucking them. Yes he was a little overweight, and he was easily double their size. He fantasized about overpowering one of them, taking her forcefully. Sam felt his cock stir a little, but thankfully his uniform was a little baggy and his briefs helped to help his erection unnoticed. He knew he would never be able to land himself one of those hot girls, him being chubby and not as good looking as other guys.

Sam stood at the side of the crowded MRT, packed with students who have ended classes at noon. He spent most of his time travelling to look at the JC girls and even some secondary school girls, with their short skirts and well-toned legs. How he imagined a pair of those legs tightened around his waist while they made out, his rod against their secret place.

After what seemed like a long journey, Sam finally reached home. He fumbled with the door keys and entered the house, smelling the familiar smell of home once again. He became aware of the smelly uniform that he was wearing, and went straight to the shower, and of course, nothing beats a shower at home after a long and tiring week at camp. Sam walked out of the toilet, a towel wrapped around his waist, and made his way to his room.

His parents and older brother weren't home, but his sister's door was locked. Sam's older sister was Agnes. She has already graduated from university and has started working already. However, recently she broke up with her boyfriend Chris, and Sam heard from his parents that Agnes spent the past few days moping around, mostly locked up in her room. Sam tried her door, and indeed it was locked. Too lazy to bother too much, Sam went ahead to his room to take a nap.

A long nap later...

Sam was awoken with all the noise that came with people coming home. His mother preparing food in the kitchen, his brother chatting with his dad in the living room. Sam pulled himself up from bed reluctantly, going to the living room to join the rest of his family.

Agnes was there as well. Her face looked like a wreck. She was sitting alone at the corner of the room her eyes a little red and swollen, with dark circles underneath them. Her eyes were upon the television but unseeing and in her own quiet bubble. She was in casual t-shirt and shorts, her hair in a wet mess, looking like she just took a shower and has yet to comb her hair. It took dad almost 10 tries to get her out of her trance.

"Agnes, dinner?' Dad asked. Agnes did not say a word, but she got up from the sofa and moved herself to the dining table to take her meal. Dad looked at her with sad eyes, knowing that he was unable to help her cope with her recent breakup. Sam looked at his sister, sad that she was feeling sad. He also wanted to cheer her up in some way, to make her happy. Agnes poked at her food during dinner, taking little food, mostly looking down at her legs.

After dinner, Sam retreated to the toilet, attending to his needs. He wanted to masturbate actually. He couldn't masturbate in camp as it was against the rules. Weekend was the time when he could finally find time to play with his cock and unload all the semen accumulated throughout the week. Moreover, it's not like he even had the time to masturbate. Sam excused himself to the toilet on pretense of a stomachache. On the way to the toilet, he noted the laundry that was just nearby. Agnes just showered, so her clothes were dumped in a mess on top of the pile of laundry that was about to be washed. An idea suddenly struck Sam. Sam stopped a while and listened. His family was still having dinner, the clatter of utensils against the plates. Checking that no one was behind him, he grabbed his sister's clothes and snuck them into the toilet.

As he sat on the white throne, he took out the clothes that Agnes was wearing just a while ago. There was a white tank top and a pair of black FBTs. But of course, there was still other things to be found. He found her black panty and her pink bra, holding them like little treasures in his hand. Well, indeed they were treasures. His sister was close to his age, a figure that could match that of the JC girls he saw earlier that day. He imagined holding their underwear, these clothes hiding their most private areas. Without stimulation, Sam's cock has already started to rise a little.

Sam checked his sister's bra. She was a 38B. He didn't know what that meant, but he knew she had small and firm breasts. Holding the bra in his hand, he felt the smoothness of the cup and fantasized of the breasts that they held earlier. He held his sister's bra to his nose and inhaled, smelling her feminine body smell, a sweet aroma to his nose. He stroked his cock while his head was buried in her bra, one cup cupping his mouth, still a little oily from dinner earlier. His cock was getting a little wet from the pre-cum oozing out from his cock, providing lubrication as he stroked his cock.

Sam then traded her bra for her panty, squeezing the small piece of underwear into a ball and putting it under his nose. He inhaled the scent through his nostrils. This time the feminine smell was stronger, coupled with what Sam thought was the smell of her pee and a little unidentified musky smell. Sam was really turned on, knowing that Agnes probably wore that panty just less than an hour ago. He stroked his cock harder, smelling the aroma of his sister's pussy.

Sam held Agnes's panty at his cock, positioning his dick head at the crotch of his sister's panty, where there was a little white vaginal discharge. The soft cotton material felt good against his cock. As he continued to rub his cock against the material, the material added friction around his cock head. Sam could see his pre-cum glistening on the crotch of his sister's panties, where her pussy was positioned earlier.

With dirty thoughts and intense rubbing, Sam wrapped his cock head with his sister's panty just as he felt himself go past the point of no return. He came into the crotch of his sister's panty, his semen creating a damp circle of cum on the crotch of his sister's panty while Sam held his cock firmly within his cotton sleeve. He could see a few droplets of cum seep out through the panty, which was already wet with all his cum. Sam lay panting, shivering a little from the orgasm. He slowly uncovered his cock, the little pink head shining from the mix of cum and pre-cum. On Agnes's panty was a mess of his cum and pre-cum, the black cotton material soaked through.

Sam flushed the toilet, pulled up his pants and left the toilet. He threw Agnes's cum stained panty and her bra on top of the laundry, hiding them under the tank top and her FBTs. As he joined the dinner table once more, Agnes has barely touched her food since Sam excused himself. He looked her over and once again noted her slender figure, so much like a young JC girl. Her body was really well maintained, and Sam could still see a hint of her breasts despite her oversized t-shirt. The orgasm felt really good to Sam. Perhaps… If Agnes had a good orgasm... She would be happy again?

(At this point in time, the story shall continue on from Agnes's point of view.)

Agnes continued to poke at her food, shifting the piece of chicken around her plate. She raised the meat to her mouth, but she was unable to take it in. Her taste buds were a little useless right now, she couldn't taste the delicious home cooked food in front of her. All these food wouldn't heal the dull ache in her heart, a hole left behind when Chris broke up with her.

Mumbling something about being done with her meal, she excused herself to the toilet. Ah the light was on. Sam must have forgotten to off it when he left. He adopted this habit ever since enlistment. Do they not off lights in camp? Hmm... Wasn't Sam at dinner? When did he last visit the toilet again? Ah… Whatever.

Agnes peed and left the toilet, noticing that her worn clothes from her shower earlier was still on top of the laundry. However, it seemed like it was touched. Agnes always rolled up her clothes into a ball before placing it in the laundry, so that her panties and bra will be kept out of sight. Picking up her clothes, her bra and panty fell out of the pile that she held.

Agnes bent over to pick up her underwear, noting that her panty was still a little wet. She held her own panty to her nose and took a whiff. She smelt a hint of herself, as well as her rampant masturbation sessions that helped her cope with her breakup, and also… An unmistakable scent of cum. She frowned and thought that couldn't be right...?

Bringing the panty closer, Agnes stuck out we tongue and tasted the wet area, the taste that Chris often put into her mouth whenever she felt like giving him a blowjob. It tasted a little salty and sweet, a taste that she longed for now. She placed the underwear over her nose, feeling her own panty against her skin, the wetness still a little warm. Agnes inhaled the all too familiar smell of sex, her heart aching of loss. She felt herself getting a little more wet again between her legs, and she wanted to fuck herself so bad, to lessen the ache in her heart. She licked the entire wet area, tasting her own sex and what she imagined to be semen. Ah... It's still a long way to go to ever get over Chris. Perhaps it's just a part of her imagination, the smell of cum and of good sex long past.

Agnes returned her clothes back to the pile again, and walked past her family and returned to her room. She closed the door right behind her, and jumped right into bed. She reached down to between her legs now, over her shorts, to feel her pussy, feeling her clit stick out like a sore thumb over the thin fabric of her shorts, a part of her that she has been reaching to so frequently in the past few days. Her crotch was now a little damp as well, and she could even hear a slight squish as she pressed against her pussy.

Agnes was so used to her pussy now. She knew the hairs above her pussy, now unkempt and not maintained, the previously neat triangle growing into a tangle of black above her pussy. She knew where her pubic hair ended, and where her pleasure would began. She kicked her shorts and her panty off, feeling her pussy directly with her bare hands, her fingers touching the right places expertly. Agnes closed her eyes and felt her own fingers giving her pleasure, release from the pain that she felt when she broke up.

She arched her back and bit down on her teeth, moaning soft moans through gritted teeth and letting her fingers do the job. She felt for her own wet hole, the soft flesh around it giving way to her finger. She needed no lubrication. Her pussy was wet enough. Pushing in, Agnes's stuck her middle and ring finger inside herself, feeling her smooth vaginal walls and of course, the pleasure of being filled with something down under. With the skilled practice of the past few days, she managed to find her g-spot with ease by arching her finger upwards towards herself. She tapped the sensitive spot gently, rubbing the tip of her forefinger in small circles around her g-spot.

With her panty and shorts lying on the floor, her bra and shirt followed soon after. Agnes continued to finger herself and she played with her breasts, toying with her nipples, which were already hard and ready for her. She continued to moan through gritted teeth, feeling her fingers moving inside her pussy, her breasts responding to her gentle touches at all the right places.

Agnes felt her orgasm approaching, the mind blowing pleasure taking over her body temporarily, clouding her mind with just the release of her orgasm. In that moment, she could forget all of the heartaches, the troubles of the world, just for a while. Wave after wave of satisfaction came over Agnes she arched upon her bed, her fingers buried deep inside herself, massaging her g-spot inside her pussy.

As her orgasm came to an end, Agnes could feel herself drifting off to her troubled sleep once more, the fatigue taking over her body.

To be continued…

Holidays!

Dear my fellow loyal readers,

Once again, so sorry for the long wait between the last story and this one! I'm having holidays right now, if my previous story wasn't clear enough. Hahah. I think just to clarify once and for all, I have my own personal life as well, and writing erotica is a way for me to de-stress from all the schoolwork and nonsense that I face at work or at school. It's a hobby. Since it's holiday, well... I need my break okay! Hahah. So do expect less entries from me in the meantime, but I'll try to write when I'm bored, alright?

Just a little update for my dear readers, any personal update from me is under the tag 'Personal', so do refer to this tag for anything that I have to say regarding my absence and whatnot about myself.

'Jezebel's Diary' is the tag that I would be using for stories that are based on myself and what I am doing at this point of time in life. It's kind of a sexualized version of my life. Whether it's true or not... Well... It's all up to your imagination! Hahah.

Meanwhile, I would like to thank everyone for their support thus far! It's been really inspiring and heart warming to see people reading my blog and giving feedback where necessary. So guy AND girls (Yes there are girls reading my blog too, you know who you are. :D), do continue to give me your feedback and support!

Lots of love,

Jezebel

Jezebel's Diary 2: Staycation

Ahhh sweet holidays. The sun on my face, the beach sand under my toes, perhaps a little Long Island Iced Tea to blend them both into the perfect holiday in Bali or perhaps the Maldives. Oh well, I’m still a poor university student, struggling to even pay for my own expenses during my school term. Nevertheless, I deserve a long break! Away from everything else, all the noisiness of the city, free from having to worry about anything at all.

I cancelled my tuition appointments with my kids for this week, taking an off that is well-deserved after a long semester. I think a hotel stay would be worth it, somewhere discreet, and of course, cheap. Well, looking at the budget hotels is Geylang, they seem very shabby. And obviously, all of us Singaporeans would know what usually occurs in these hotels. Who knows what those white sheets have been stained by before? Much worse, would I even be able to sleep at night with all the noise going on left right center?

In times like these, Google is often one’s best friend. I opened my laptop and started to browse for hotels online. Finding the cheapest yet classy looking hotel, I took out my credit card and made a booking online for my hotel this weekend. I started to pack my small golf bag, putting in it everything I needed for a weekend stay at the hotel. I packed my usual home clothes, as well as a few dresses for going around the city area to eat. Checking to see if I have forgotten anything, I decided to toss into my bag a pair of bikinis that I have bought recently, but did not have time to wear. Well, I reserved these for the beach, but I guess a hotel swimming pool would do. Satisfied with what I have packed into my bag, I decided to call it a night.

The next day…

I awoke with an excitement to my limbs, a little light footed and airy. Well, I was on a holiday! Hahah. I know I’m kind of deceiving myself, this being a local staycation after all, but of course it’s better than nothing. I decided to leave my phone behind, away from all the phone calls and noisiness of Facebook, Twitter or Instagram. Well, I was on holiday!

Checking into the hotel, the receptionist was extremely nice to me. I guess she could tell that I was a local. The pleasant lady was dressed in a formal attire, to impress the customers I guess. Her hair was tied in a tight bun, and I could see clearly the amount of make-up she put on her face to make up for her company’s image. She was extremely nice and patient with me, telling me to wait while she was processing my check in.

I decided to walk around the hotel lobby area, checking out what the hotel has to offer for my stay here. Placed at the lobby was a juice dispenser, which I took gladly. Well, Singapore is pretty hot and I’m a customer here anyway. I folded my arms and took small sips of orange juice while I walked across the huge lobby area, which was rather empty save for two small families waiting to check in, me, and the receptionist.

Out of the window, I could see clearly the swimming pool that the hotel had. The hotel pool was a small and modest one, covered by trees on the other three sides. There was a lifeguard stool at the pool as well, but it was empty. Well, there was no need for one, really. It was such a small pool.

‘Miss Ira?’ I was broken out of my thoughts by my receptionist, who has managed to check in my details. Holding out a key, I collected it as she briefed me about my stay here. I started to zone out while I smiled politely at her, nodding at appropriate moments to pretend that I was listening. Well, I’m a local here. I don’t need to know what locations and sightseeing I have to do here. Sheesh.

Just halfway through her speech, a male staff walked behind her and gave me the same polite smile that was plastered onto the receptionist’s face. He was wearing something different from the polite receptionist, a polo tee and a pair of basketball shorts. Around his neck was a little black whistle and printed across his left breast was the name of the hotel I was staying at.

‘… and we hope you have a pleasant stay.’ Miss Polite Receptionist finished.

‘Thank you so much.’ I forced myself a smile while taking up my bag.

‘Staying here alone?’ Mr Polo Tee asked. I was a little stunned by the question, and I answered yes without thinking. A split second later, I was starting to scroll through my mind of all the crude things that could happen to people travelling alone.

‘Here, let me help you with your bag.’ Mr Polo Tee smiled at me and offered out his hand. Well, what am I thinking? I’m a local here, and I of all people should know how safe our country is. Hahah. Mr Polo Tee seems nice too. I let him carry my bags, and he accompanied me up to my floor, and we never exchanged a word. Checking into my room, I signaled for Mr Polo Tee to place my bags on the floor.

‘Thanks so much!’ I gave a slight smile, a real one this time, glad to have someone nice enough to help me.

‘Sure thing. Do let me know if there’s anything you need to make your stay here comfortable. My name is Thomas, you can reach me from through room service.’ He gave a little bow and left me alone to my devices. Well, that was a good start to my holiday. Hahah.

I checked to make the door was locked before taking off my clothes. I stripped out of the tank top and shorts that I was wearing, and I reached back to unhook my bra. My breasts fell free and I was a little relieved at how free I was, standing in my hotel room with only a pair of g-string on. I went to open the window and took a look at the scenery. I managed to get a room with a good view, overlooking the Singapore River. Well, I happened to be on the 8th floor as well, and I’m quite sure that no one would look up to see a nude girl standing there. Yet at the same time, I could see the people walking to and fro, busy with their weekends.

Turning around, I went to check out the bathroom, making sure that they do indeed have the bathtub as I have requested. The toilet was splendid, a bathtub in the middle of the toilet and a huge mirror that covered the other side of the wall. I stood there admiring the toilet and myself, my brown hair falling lightly on my lightly toned shoulders, my body illuminated by the warm glow of the toilet light. The nude g-string I was wearing blended well with my skin, hugging my waist just above my hips.

I turned on the tap and allowed the water to run, filling the bath tub with foam bath and water. I wanted to take a bath first, the start to my holiday. I started to unpack while the water ran, placing my necessities all over the hotel room and making myself at home.

Making sure that the tub was full and the temperature was right, I took off the last piece of clothing I had on me. I slipped into the bath, one leg at the time, before lowering myself in gently. The warm water caressed and welcomed by body into the depths, the water taking away all the stress that I had with me away into the bubbles and soap. I heaved a sigh of relief, pleased with myself for this short holiday. I laid in the tub, letting my body enjoy the warmth of the water and the aroma of the bath.

I ran my hands over my body, feeling the little waves of water going all over my body. I felt the slight tingle of arousal start to bloom into existence in my body, me being fully relaxed in the tub right now. Well, why not? I was on a holiday anyway. I traced my hands across my chest, gently touching my nipples at the right places where I knew I was sensitive. With both hands, I grasped my breasts and fondled with them gently, feeling the roundness and my nipples growing hard in the warm water. I let myself moan, since I was in the hotel alone anyway. I decided to let myself go freely, moaning louder and louder, not caring if anyone heard me. My moans filled the toilet, bouncing off the marble tiles and creating echoes of moan.

I reached down towards my groin, feeling my smooth pussy mound that I kept cleanly shaven for hygiene purposes and because it simply looked good. Well, the latter was the original reason actually. I loved how my body looked, curvy and moving smoothly from my head to my feet, curving over my breasts, abs, my pussy mound, uninterrupted by hair.

I found my pussy lips and I parted them, feeling the warm water joining the warmth that I was starting to feel within my loins. I could feel that I was excreting fluid from my pussy, my groin a little more slippery than my breasts, I started to rub myself, feeling my fingers move smoothly over my pussy lips and my clitoris, giving my clit a light touch while I continued to touch myself. ‘Ahhh… Mmm…’ I continued to moan, my voice echoing off the marble walls of the toilet.

Being able to freely masturbate and moan as I please excited me, liberated me. This was somehow different and refreshing, as compared to how I had to control my moans at home or even in school while I masturbated in the female toilet, afraid of how I may get caught masturbating.

I continued to rub my clit, and I started to pull at my nipples. My mouth was wide agape with moan after moan being released from my mouth, and I didn’t restrain myself any longer. I started to cum, and I felt my body release wave after wave of pleasure from my pussy along my spine. I could feel a little water movement across my vagina and I knew I was squirting underneath the water. I was really turned on by the situation as I continued to cum, feeling six or seven waves go over me before the waves started to ease in intensity and I started to regain my senses.

I was trembling a little, heaving short breaths from the orgasm that I just experienced. It felt so good, and the little waves were still there, a warm afterglow in the warm tub that I was in. My hands were still on my breast and my pussy, and I decided to continue to go a little further.

I parted my pussy lips once more, and as best as I could, located my vagina with my trembling middle finger and started to push my finger in. I felt my warm flesh start to engulf my finger, feeling it sink past my third, then my second knuckle. As I couldn’t reach in further anymore, I felt my pussy lips wrapped around my first knuckle, my thumb facing upwards. I used my thumb to locate my clit once again, and I started to circle the sensitive organ, moaning out load softly again as I continued to masturbate.

I started to move my finger in and out of myself, my thumb hitting my clit every time I went in. I continued to fondle with my breasts, imagining someone fucking me so gently and so intimately, his length filling me up inside.

Somehow, I imagined this person to be Mr Polo Tee from earlier, or Thomas, as he introduced himself. I moaned his name, the name sounding foreign on my lips. ‘Oh fuck me Thomas..’ ‘Oh push it in’ ‘Oh yes right there ahhh’ ‘There you go there you hmmm…’ My imaginary fuck session with Thomas continued as I pushed my finger in and out of myself, imagining his cock buried deep within me. Soon, I felt myself coming towards orgasm again, and I threw myself over the edge with one more thrust.

I came again, this time much more violently than before. My head was thrown back in mid-moan, and my eyes were closed as I imagined Thomas’s cock within me, reaching all the way in. I felt the water splash all around me, the water waves way slower than the waves of my orgasm coursing through my body. I came over and over again, losing count past my ninth wave. I felt myself feeling a little faint before my orgasm started to subside, and I lowered by entire body into the tub, aware of my heavy breathing.

With my eyes still closed, I enjoyed the remaining warmth of the bath, or whatever that was left of it. Feeling myself calm down till I could properly function again, I raised myself out of the tub and dried myself off.

I walked out of the bathroom and I saw the neatly arranged clothes that I have laid out for myself to wear. Hmm. Well, I’m along anyway. Why bother? I threw myself naked on the bed and I wrapped myself in the fluffy blankets, dozing off from the fatigue due to my intense orgasms. Ah what a great start to a holiday.

Jezebel's Diary 1: Quiet Beginnings

I heaved a sigh of relief as the timer went off in the examination hall. Pens were placed, some thrown, and the stationary clattered onto the tables, accompanied by the sound of exam papers being turned back towards the front filled the exam hall as students around me checked their scripts for their matriculation number and if they have circled the questions that they have answered. Tutors walked down the aisles, making sure that students have stopped writing and some beginning to collect the examination scripts. I was not the only one relieved, many of my peers around me also had looks of relief on their faces, as this was the last paper for many of us.

Scripts were counted, and after a few silent gestures exchanged with friends near me, the announcement was made for us to leave the examination all. I took up my stationary and started to leave, disappearing among the noise and the crowd that never fails to fill the examination hall every time a paper ends; students discussing answers, celebrating… I merely disappeared, sneaking out from the back door that was less frequented by everyone, going a big round to collect my belongings from the entrance of the examination hall. I’m not one who talks to people after the conclusion of an exam. I simply disappear, never saying a goodbye to anyone. Anyway, I’m going to see all these people again next semester, right? Sigh.

The bus was crowded, and I cannot stand crowds. I sat in a corner, pretending to use my phone, ignoring any familiar faces that I may see. Not that much ignoring was needed, of course, most of the people I knew usually had a clique of friends that they had, and they were all busy chattering away, laughing and talking among themselves. Even if someone familiar was standing right in front of me, I’m simply just another passenger on the bus, looking through my phone and generally being what one would call a ‘loner’.

Alighting at the bus stop, I am once again greeted by the smell of burnt chocolates in the air, a scent of smoke and dust and whatever that was there. I've always wondered why no one did anything about the smell, the smoke and the industrial area in general. Am I the only one able to smell this revolting smell in the air? Nevertheless, my peers did not even falter nor cringe at the smell, but continued to talk and chatter away all the way up to the train platform. I moved myself further away from them, to the other side of the platform, where it was usually less crowded due to most people being too lazy to go to the other side. I wanted to get a seat on the train, as it was going to be a really long train ride back to the east, where I stay.

Despite my efforts to secure a train cabin with seats actually available, I was greeted with disappointment, just as usual. Seats were totally occupied on both sides, with middle aged workers that have finished their work for today. However, most of the crowd was made up of office workers who wanted to go somewhere further away to have their lunch. A few stops later, while the crowd started to leave, more people started to come in as well, resulting in a net increase in crowd as the train went on. I never liked crowds. They were far too noisy for me, not to mention disgusting and irritating, with sweaty bodies and smelly bodily scents that made me always wonder if these people actually bothered to smell themselves.

I held on to the pole in the middle of the train, my body pressed against it and my books held in front of me, minimizing the space that I am actually taking up in the train. Nevertheless, the crowd flowed around me and all about me, bodies pressing against me on all sides, and sometimes I wish I was a little taller to breathe some fresh air from above their heads.

I took a look at the flashing green and red panel above the train doors. Ah. A quarter of the journey done. About three-quarters more to go then. I needed about 2 hours to get from school to home. How ridiculous, an island city barely 50km in width and yet I need 2 hours to get home. Not to mention potential breakdowns and fault in the train lines from time to time. I wonder why no one ever does anything about anything at all.

Bodies continued to press against me on all sides, intruding my comfort zone from all around me. I thought I felt something, as a hand seemed to press against my butt, giving it a light squeeze. I turned around, but I barely caught sight of a hand quickly moving away, to join the mix of bodies and the crowd around me. Ah. This was bound to happen. Well, being dressed in a high waist skirt and a tube top was kind of revealing actually. But what was I to wear then, being in such a hot and humid country? I kind of regretted leaving my usual cardigan at home. Not to mention, it was kind of chilly in the examination hall earlier too.

The train came to a stop again, as more people entered the train, piling more people on top of the overcrowded sardine can that I felt like I was now in. My chest was literally pressed against the pole in front of me, the metal bar drawing a vertical like down the center of my chest. I did not have large breasts, but having the pole down my center augmented what little breasts I have, my breasts protruding from both sides of the bar. I could barely move, much less turn as the hand returned to grope at my butt again, feeling my ass cheeks over my skirt.

I couldn't move at all. The office ladies on both my sides had their backs to me, their bags in my way and preventing me from turning around to confront my groper. Well, just let him do what he or she wants, I guess. Not like I can do anything about it. It was kind of comfortable actually. At least I knew I had a body someone wanted.

Seeing that I did not move, my groper seemed to have gained more confidence in whatever he or she was doing. The hand was more firm and the actions were more intentional instead of accidental, and it traveled around my ass, feeling its shapeliness and the contours of my ass. Well it actually felt pretty good to have someone touching my ass. I tried to react to my groper, seeing how he or she would react. I moved my ass along with his hands. Initially, there was no reaction. Perhaps he or she mistook my action as accidental, attributing it to the movement of the train or me adjusting my position to make myself more comfortable in my position.

Soon after, my groper seemed to have gotten my signal, thinking that I approved his or her actions with me giving permission through my body’s actions. A few pats, and I felt the crowd move closer on me, and I don’t really know how that happens despite how crowded it already is. I felt a chest push up on my shoulders from behind, something poking me at the top of my butt, something hard and stiff. I almost yelped out in pain, thinking it was someone’s briefcase or laptop. However, my mind managed to piece together the situation first.

Well, I think that it is safe to identify my groper as a male then, with what I identify to be his dick pressed against my butt like the muzzle of a pocket handgun. His hands found my ass again, and he continued to fondle me, touching my round and firm bottoms, his groin grinding against my back, his hard bulge pressing against me on every forward thrust. My hands grasped my notes tightly, and I continued to let the stranger fondle me from behind.

This time, seeing as how the people around us were oblivious to what was happening in the crowded train, I felt his hand make contact with my skin underneath my skirt. One hand remained on top of my skirt, while I felt his other hand reach underneath the hem of my skirt, feeling my thighs underneath it. His hands travelled upwards, and he managed to reach my ass without lifting my skirt too much. Well it helps that I was wearing such a short skirt I guess.

I was wearing a g-string then, the thin panty material wedged between my ass cheeks. My molester must have felt a little surprised, but his hands did not miss a beat. He continued to fondle my ass cheek, kneading my flesh with his bare hands. His hands felt rough over my smooth ass cheeks, but my stranger molester was gentle with me. I felt him lean his head in beside my ear, taking a whiff of my hair and taking in the scent of my shampoo that morning. I felt him sigh a moan of pleasure, an indication that he liked what he smelt. Well, I do take my bodily smell very seriously, and bad smells are usually a very big turn off for me.

His hands started to travel around my waist, moving towards the front of my body. In place of his hands, he leaned his body forward, sandwiching my body between him and the pole. His other hand grasped the handlebar in front of me, and I noted his silver watch, a golden band around his fourth finger. It appears that my molester was a married man. His hands found the thin material of my g-string at the front of my body, and his fingers travelled up and down the smooth silky material. I felt myself getting a little warm between my legs, excited for the prospect of what my molester would do, especially in such a public area. Despite my phobia of crowds, I felt a little thankful for the crowd, providing the situation for my molester to have his way with me within the crowd.

I could feel his hard dick pressed against my butt cheeks, and I moved a little, allowing his dick to sink in between my butt cheeks. I felt my molester jerk a little bit forward and sigh again, a gasp of pleasure involuntarily coming out of his mouth. His hands started to reach lower between my legs, finding the warmth between my legs. I opened my legs a little, allowing his hands to reach between them, feeling a small patch of wetness that was starting to soak my g-string. Feeling for my engorged clit, my molester started to prod it, causing me to close my eyes and bite down on my lips, controlling myself from moaning out loud in the crowded train. I could feel my cheeks going a little flush now, and the train was getting kind of warm for me.

My molester started to thrust forward, rubbing his groin against my ass. I wondered if this would allow him to cum, seeing that we were both clothed. Moreover, his pants material seemed to be rather thick, not giving him the most pleasure that he can get from my butt cheeks. Removing one hand from my notes, I reached backwards, and I felt for the material of his formal pants. I reached a little further back, finding the base of my spine. Reaching downwards, I knew I would find him there. My molester relented a bit, allowing my hand to reach down for his cock. I grasped the thick rod as best as I could over his pants, and once more my molester gave off a sigh of pleasure.

His hands continued to fondle me under my skirt, this time diverting his attention once more to the sides. He managed to tuck a finger underneath my g-string, feeling the bald and shaven mound that I had underneath. He found my clit again, but this time his hand was in direct contact with it. It was much more sensitive than I expected, and I really tried my best not to moan out loud right there and then. Being a married man, my molester seemed to know that to do, giving my clit attention at intervals, removing his fingers when it was too sensitive for me to bear. Even I myself did not touch my clit that much during my masturbation sessions, the clit being a really sensitive part of my pussy.

I managed to find the zipper of his pants in the heat of the moment, and I unzipped it a little, allowing my hands to reach into his pants. His underwear material was really rough, as compared to the smooth silk material of my g-string. This time, I was more able to grab his cock, feeling a little wet patch at where his cock head was supposed to be. His member throbbed in my hands, the blood fueling the erection that he had. I stroked his cock as best as I could through his underwear, and I felt the breathing of my molester getting a little faster and faster.

I was far from my orgasm, the MRT being too crowded for the comfort of my orgasm. I looked up at the panel above the MRT once more. We’re at Tiong Bahru already. Ah. That’s about halfway more to go. Soon, after the city area, the crowd will start to clear out, no doubt. I knew I had to hurry a little if my molester was to finish. I started to stroke him faster than before, pulling with all my might at the rough material of his underwear. I could feel his underwear getting a little more soaked with precum, the damp material allowing me a little better grip on his cock.

His hands were still fondling me, and I felt his motions start to slow down as he was enjoying himself. As he was cupping my bald mound, I felt his cock give a few hard thrusts forward as he came in his pants, a little of his cum dribbling out and onto my hands. I held his cock firm within my hand as he came, feeling spurt after spurt of semen going through his shaft before exiting his penis. As his jerking reduced to a mild throb, I gave his dick a few gentle squeezes as I removed my hands from his pants, returning the wet, cum stained hands to my notes.

I felt my molester remove his hands from my pussy, and he retreated from my back to resume his place in the crowd. I could smell the scent of his cum coming off my hands, a musky and salty smell in the air. I continued to stand at my spot, taking particular notice of the hands of people leaving the train carriage from the door in front of me. In particular, as the train stopped at Paya Lebar, I noted a man wearing office attire, his hand which bore a silver watch that I saw a while ago. The man turned a little to look back, and he managed to see me looking directly at him. I gave him a little smile, and I saw the flustered look that he had as he turned and quickly walked away.

Upon reaching home, I smelt my hand for the musky scent that remained on my hand. I took care not to touch anything else with that hand, and I slowly took off the g-string I was wearing. Without taking off my clothes, I wanted to savor my cum stained hands, maximizing whatever that I could get out of it. I reached between my legs and found my pussy still wet, sticky fluids between my pussy lips. Alternating between rubbing myself and smelling the scent off my hand, the scent of cum brought me to orgasm, and I felt my body shuddering as I relieved myself of the stress of my examinations.

Sorry for the long wait!

Hello all,

So sorry for the abscence in the posting of stories as of now. I've just finished my examinations, which explains for the lack of updates over the last few days.

Do note that I am coming up with new entries soon, so do look out for them! I currently have a bit of ideas, but very little plot development in each one of them. Do let me know what you readers wish to read through my e-mail or through kik! Hahah. I've enjoyed your kind messages and feedback thus far! Keep them coming!

As some of you observant readers have noticed (I like people who are observant btw), I labeled all of my stories up till now as short stories. So if something short exists, something longer would exist to allow the relativity to be held true right? So do expect a chain story coming soon, perhaps something more personal and exciting. :D

Lots of Love,

Jezebel

Short Story: Consultation?

Why did they even need to have exams? Valerie sighed. She had already completed two exam papers, with two more papers to go to put an end to her miserable first year in university. Due to exams, there were no lessons at all, just endless hours of mindless mugging and studying, followed by more hardcore studying and mugging. Valerie had booked a consultation session with her professor that day, she had to meet him to clear some doubts and answer some questions. In her hand, she carried the past year papers that she had completed, along with a foolscap with a long list of questions that she had in mind to ask her professor that day. She was dressed extremely lightly, since the session was only limited to a short 30 minutes per student, and she was going back to her hall after that anyway. Valerie was not very pretty, she was more like a nerd during her JC and Secondary School days. She was quite the genius, always miraculously passing her quizzes and acing her exams, coming to university only to find out that there were loads of people smarter than she is. Yet as hard as she studied, she managed to keep her grades at an average of ‘A’ for the first semester, scoring a GPA of 4.7.

Valerie walked down the silent hallway of the staff offices, aware that her footsteps was the only audible sound in the carpeted hallway. The staff offices consisted of multiple individual rooms, and each room held the office of one professor. The place seemed eerily creepy to Valerie, and a few of the offices did not have lights on, indicating the absence of their owners. However, despite the school being on study break, Valerie was surprised that there were so many professors still working away in their offices. With hurried footsteps, Valerie searched the panels on the door, looking through the room numbers and the residing professor’s names.

‘Ah. Here it is.’ Her voice seemed to fade away into the distance, the silence in that hallway really too much for her to bear. She turned to the door with her professor’s name, and gave the wooden door a few light knocks.

‘Come on in.’ Said a muffled voice from behind the door, and Valerie opened the door hesitantly, this being her first time meeting a professor in his office. The walls of the office were decorated with endless shelves upon endless shelves of books, and despite the large volume of books that already occupied the shelves, the floor near the bookshelf had a few piles of books as well, and the space in the office was very constricted due to the mess all over the floor. There were certain odd apparatus littered on whatever space was available on the shelves, and Valerie also notices a few portraits of people and groups of people, some with her professor being part of the photo. Those must be his family photos then.

‘Valerie, is it? I received your email last night regarding consultation today. You may sit.’ She finally notices her professor, his old frame hidden behind a pile of books placed on a table. Her professor cleared some space on the table, shifting a pile of books off his table and onto the floor. Her professor seemed to be much older than her, and Valerie estimates him to be of about his late forties, seeing that he still had a head of healthy black hair. Her professor had the face of a grown man, and Valerie could see a hint in him of how handsome he used to be. Valerie sat down on the chair in front of the professor’s chair, waiting for him to take a seat.

‘So what do you have to ask me today…?’ Her professor sat down and clasped his hands in front of him, looking at Valerie through his black-rimmed glasses. Valerie took out the stack past year papers that she attempted, indicating for her professor to check through her answers, and correct her mistakes along the way. Her professor took out the first completed paper on top her stack of papers, starting with the paper from 2 semesters ago. While he was checking her paper, Valerie noted the expressions on her professor’s face, the frowns and the sighs that he gave away as he looked through her answers. If those were any indication of how Valerie had done for her past year paper, those weren't good indications.

Giving one last sigh, her professor looked at her and asked ‘It’s about two more days to your final paper and you’re still this far behind? Most of your concepts are wrong, and it seems like you have barely paid any attention at all during my lessons?’ Valerie was really worried. Was it really that bad?

Her professor turned to his computer and clicked around till he found her name in his records. ‘Ah. Valerie from Seminar 26, is that right? Well your course work seems to be on average, you barely even scraped through for a ‘B-‘. Your individual assignment seems to be terribly done too, you should be thankful that I gave you a ‘C+’ for that type of work.’

Valerie’s heart raced as she started to digest her thoughts. Well her finals for this module is indeed two days away as her professor has put it. By focusing on her other modules this semester, Valerie had decided to neglect this module of hers, only keeping till a few days ago to start revising for this module. She thought that the module was seemingly easy, and she could afford for last minute studying as she once did in JC. It was indeed too little, too late. Well what can she do now? She needed to maintain her First Class Honors for her degree, and if she did not get a good grades for this module, it was sure to pull down her whole GPA. Her mind started to search for solutions, going through the possibility of each solution and thinking of desperate measures.

Then one of the desperate solutions seemed to appeal to her, though it was really out of the world. Being a girl who scored a constant A for GP during her education in JC, Valerie recalled from her current affairs of that time, of how girls in university seduced their professors into giving them better grades. Desperate at that point in time, that wild solution seemed so logical and so simple to her. Yet being a virgin, Valerie had no idea what to do. Despite her professor being around her father’s age, somehow having sex with this older man did not daunt her from making the decision.

Valerie noticed her professor still staring intently at her, seemingly at a loss of what to do. Valerie sighed and wondered ‘Professor, is there anything that I can do at this point now?’

‘Well you can try going back to revise for the module once more. I feel that it may not be too late. If you study a little harder, just maybe you’ll be able to secure a ‘B’ for this module. Or as your classmates may have put it, perhaps you can tabao this module. Though I am not supposed to give you advice on such matters...’

Valerie got up from her seat, and her professor assumed that she was done with her consultation. Her professor attempted to pass her past year papers back to her, and Valerie simply collected it from him to place her stack of papers on the seat she just got up from. She edged around the table and came standing right in front of her professor, who was still seated in his chair, his facial expression frozen in confusion.

‘Please professor, I would do anything for my grades.’ Her professor was still confused, not knowing what this girl was planning to do in her head. Leaning forward, Valerie planted as best a kiss as she could muster on her professor’s lips, feeling his stubble prickling against the top of her lips. Her professor tasted like that of an old man, his lips a little dry from the air-conditioning in the room. It was a little uncomfortable, but Valerie wanted to get this over and done with. She stuck out her tongue and used it to part open her professor’s lips, tasting the mouth of a man more than twice her age. Her soft lips were pressed against her professor’s lips, and her tongue was exploring his mouth.

‘Stop it Valerie!’ Her professor seemed to regain his senses, and pushed Valerie away from him. Yet Valerie was quick-witted, she had already thought of a solution to make her request one that he cannot refuse. She started to unbutton her shorts, and she let the denim material fall to her ankles. Then she pulled her blouse over her head, and threw her blouse down beside her shorts. There she was, standing in front of her professor in only her underwear. Despite being a nerdy girl on the outside, Valerie took great care in choosing her underwear. Today, she wore a pair of matching nude colored underwear. Both her panties and bra were a little bit translucent, and Valerie was sure that her professor could see the dark outline of her pubic hair near the crotch of her tiny panties, as well as her light brown nipples through the bra that held her B-cup breasts. She could see that she was having a slight effect on him, noticing the slight bulge forming in his pants.

‘If you don’t want this, I would just run out into the corridor and scream that you tried to take advantage of me. Who would people believe huh, a nude girl? Or you?’ Seeing that her professor was silent and in a dilemma, Valerie decided to add on, ‘You might as well enjoy this right?’ Without waiting for a response, Valerie moved towards her professor and started to caress his face, tracing a line of kisses along the sides of his face, moving her hands over his body while she was kissing him. She felt his dry hair, his soft flesh, a body way past its prime.

Kneeling on the floor, Valerie was ready to go all out, despite being new to this whole experience. Her successful blackmail fueled her and all she had in mind was to pleasure this man who was twice her age, to get her much needed grades. Her hands fell upon her professor’s crotch, feeling his semi-erect dick under her fingers. She continued to stroke him through his pants, looking up to give her professor the sexiest nerdy girl smile that she could muster. It seemed to have a positive effect, as Valerie felt her professor’s cock continue to grow in hardness. She brought her face close to place her mouth against his crotch, feeling hard cock with her lips over two layers of cloth. She opened her mouth to cover the bulge with her open mouth, grasping her professor's cock with her teeth over his pants. She unzipped his pants, smelling her professor’s arousal escape from within, the warm and musky smell filling her nostrils and making her a little disgusted at the unusual smell.

Valerie reached in with her hands, and managed to find the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down to reveal to her the first cock she has seen in her life, a cock standing erect at about 5 inches, the cock of a grown man. To her, it was really ugly though, the red swollen head, the shaft a tone darker than her professor's skin. A tiny drop of precum was gathering at the tip of his cock, a clear teardrop on the head. She knew what she had to do. She brought her lips close to his cock once more, this time preparing to do what she had to do. She opened her mouth a little, stuck out her tongue and tasted the little bit of the precum oozing out of her professor’s cock. The taste was salty, and seemed to be a bit gross, smelling of the same smell of arousal and of pee. Yet Valerie did not hold herself back, and continued to flick at her professor’s cock with her soft tongue. She circled around the large cock head, and alternated between flicking and circling.

She did not know what to do, but she pretended that she was eating the most delicious ice cream popsicle in the world, sucking the tip of the popsicle as it melted to give her its sugary fluids. She continued to lick her professor along his entire length, lubricating the large cock. She held the lubricated shaft in her hands and started to stroke her professor while sucking him off. This was having obvious effects on her professor, as her professor closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure, enjoying a blowjob given to him by a younger girl. His wife never did that to him anymore, and he simply enjoyed the blowjob that he was getting, having not received one ever since his wedding night.

Just then, a knock came upon the door. Valerie and her professor both jerked upright, as a voice drifted through the door once more. ‘Professor, are you in?’ Valerie looked up at her professor, and decided to hide under his desk. She motioned for him to come forward, and signaled to him that it was alright. Her professor slid his chair back into position, his legs placed on both sides of Valerie and his erect cock in her face.

‘You may come in.’ Valerie could see both sides of the room from where she was under the table. On one side was her professor with his cock in front of her face, and on the other was the door to his office, from which she entered earlier. The door opened, and Valerie noted another girl entering the room. From what she could see, the girl seemed to have well-toned legs, and Valerie noted the hem of her floral dress.

‘Hello Cherrie. You booked consultation today right?’ Huh, Cherrie? Valerie knew her. What a coincidence. They were in the same Seminar Group. They were quite good friends in the previous semester. It was of pure chance that they have landed into the same classes again. They have become good friends over this short period of time, doing projects together and studying together. Yet Valerie knew she could not expose herself right now. What would Cherrie say, seeing Valerie dressed only in her underwear under their professor’s table? Hmm. Valerie looked at her professor’s cock, throbbing in her face, as Cherrie sat on the other side of the table. Valerie could see her legs up close, and she could see a little triangle of her black underwear up her floral dress. Perhaps she was sure that no one would look up her dress, Cherrie sat a little haphazardly, exposing her black underwear to Valerie’s eyes.

Done with the formalities, Cherrie started to ask some questions, all of which were answered by her professor, clearing some of the doubts she has. Valerie looked at his cock, which did not shrink the slightest at all, and it was still throbbing in her face. She thought of an idea. She took his cock in her hand, and felt him jerk a little. She resumed what she was doing earlier, stroking his cock as the consultation continued. Valerie used her mouth to envelope his cock head into her mouth again, tasting that weird taste in her mouth once more. She continued to lick and stimulate him, using her hands to alternate between stroking his shaft and playing with his balls. She could hear her professor stuttering a little already, his words a little hurried and in short phrases when he replied Cherrie's questions.

‘Professor, are you alright?’ Cherrie asked.

‘Nah I’m… I’m fine. Just a… A little cold. That’s all.’ The professor continued to stammer.

‘Oh, your jacket’s here.’ Cherrie picked up her professor’s jacket from beside the door, and started to move towards the side of the table where Valerie was still sucking his cock. Oh damn, Valerie knew how nice Cherrie can be. Her professor was a little stunned at her kind gesture, but could not do anything to stop her from coming to his side. Valerie looked up to see her professor, a little lost for words, and Cherrie was just standing there, her feet beside Valerie’s clothes, her mouth gaping open in exclamation at the scene that she was looking at.

This was somehow shocking to Cherrie. So her mind started to digest what was going on. Well she knew that Valerie wasn't doing well in this module as well, so seeing as how Valerie was kneeling on the floor with her professor's cock in her mouth, it seems like she was sucking him off for her grades. In that split second, Cherrie had to make a decision. Seeing as how Valerie was her good friend that she made since coming to university, she decided to take a leap of faith as well.

'I'll let this slip past... If I get whatever she's getting, okay?' The professor nodded reluctantly, being blackmailed by two girls at a time. Seeing as how Valerie was her good friend, she decided to join in. She approached their professor, and put her lips against his, just as Valerie had done a few minutes ago.

Having a few boyfriends in the past as well as being attached now, Cherrie was much more experienced than Valerie was, her soft lips finding the right angle over her professor’s mouth, using her tongue with expert skill. At the same time, the professor’s cock was being serviced by Valerie, her head going up and down on his cock head, her hands sliding all over his shaft, well-lubricated with her saliva and his precum. The professor could feel his orgasm coming, yet he wanted to get what was worth out of this blackmail. Pushing himself away from the table, he indicated for Valerie to come out from underneath. Due to this, Cherrie also had to break off her kiss with the professor.

‘Lay down, girl, if you want that ‘A+’, I better put you to work for it.’ He pointed at his table, and Valerie got onto it, lying down on the table with her butt at the edge of the table. She knew what was coming. Her virginity was going to be taken, and taken by her professor for the sake of her grades. Her professor approached her, and Valerie could see his cock, the rod of meat that was going to be inside her within moments. Valerie knew that there was no going back anymore. Her professor pushed aside the crotch of her nude satin panties, his slippery cock head placed at the entrance to her pussy. His cock needed no extra lubrication, already well-lubricated by his precum and Valerie's saliva.

Cherrie watched as her professor started to push into Valerie, his cock too large for her small tight hole. Valerie bit down on her teeth, feeling the pain of being stretched by his large cock. Yet the pain was still bearable for her, and Valerie did not utter a sound. As she felt his head enter her, Valerie thought that the worst part was over. Then she felt his cock push past a barrier, tearing her hymen and the rest of his cock sliding smoothly into her. Valerie let out a yelp of pain, as her professor’s cock took away her virginity, sinking all the way deep into her. Her professor was a little shocked that she was a virgin, but it felt so good to be in a fresh pussy, unused by anyone else. Valerie’s pussy was really tight, her hole squeezed around the cock of a grown man, and she could swear that the cock felt like it was reaching her stomach.

Hearing her yelp, Cherrie noted that Valerie was a virgin, and from her experience, she knew that her first time would hurt a lot, just like how it had hurt from her first time back in her JC days. Wanting to minimize the pain for her friend, she knew she had to help her professor finish fast. Cherrie got onto the table as well, her legs placed on both sides of Valerie, and she resumed kissing her professor. She took his large hands and guided his hands to her breasts, allowing her professor to molest her, so that he will finish faster. She pulled her dress downwards, revealing her two firm mounds for her professor to hold within his hands, the firm breasts of a young girl, a feeling he has not felt in ages.

Valerie was face-to-face with the black crotch of Cherrie’s panties, and she could smell Cherrie’s slight arousal from the situation. Her professor’s cock was inside her, causing her a lot of pain. Trying to distract herself from the pain, she lifted her head up to nuzzle her nose against Cherrie’s pussy, smelling the sweet nectar of her friend, a smell so much sweeter than her professor’s precum. She heard Cherrie moan from above her, her pussy stimulated at the unexpected contact. Her hands being free, Valerie spread open Cherrie’s ass and started to lick at where she supposed Cherrie’s pussy would be, trying her best to distract herself from the pain by tasting Cherrie’s sweetness. Cherrie moaned into the professor’s mouth, feeling her friend’s tongue flick over her sensitive regions. She felt herself getting even more wet there as well, her pussy juices and Valerie’s saliva soaking up the smooth black material. Valerie enjoyed the taste of another female’s pussy, and she started to lick even more fervently, the sweet taste distracting her from the soreness that she was starting to feel in her pussy.

The lesbian act by the two girls was really turning the professor on. The professor felt his orgasm approaching once more. This time, he was satisfied enough with the sex these two girls were giving him, his cock buried balls deep within the pussy of a young virgin girl,  and another girl's firm tits within his hands. The tightness of Valerie's pussy was wrapped around his cock, and he has never had sex this good in quite a while already. He started to thrust faster and faster into Valerie, and his hands held firmly onto Cherrie’s round tits. Giving one last shove deep into her, he started to cum into her, his spurt of white semen hitting deep within her, filling her up and almost overflowing. Valerie felt the semen hit her vaginal walls within her, the forceful fluids hitting her innermost parts. As her professor pulled out, the tightness of her pussy resumed a little of its original tightness, squeezing a little of the semen out and onto the carpeted office floor.

Their professor then went to grab a few tissues to clean up his cock, while Valerie and Cherrie got off the table to clean up as well. Valerie's pussy was a little sore from sex, and she readjusted her panties over her cum filled vagina. Both girls adjusted their clothing, picked up their belongings and thanked the professor for the consultation session. 

As turned to leave their professor’s office, the professor said ‘Well… I have to say, both of you girls are well-deserving of the ‘A+’ you’ve earned. Good job.’