Short Story: Office Shenanigans

"... and here are the accounts that I have passed for this month, for your approval." I handed her a stack of entries passed during the month, smiling nervously as my boss took it over lazily, and without even so much as glancing at it, she signed it and tossed the documents back at me.

I stared at her face, a sculpted and well-defined jawline, dark red lipstick, matching with a low cut black romper that started between her breasts and ended above her knee. I could see the slight outline of her ample breasts, the bridge of her bra clearly visible to me. Would I look like this 5 to 10 years later?

She looked up from her keyboard, her coloured contact lenses a mesmerizing turquoise, asking me if there was anything else. I blushed and hoped she did not catch me checking her out. I grabbed the documents and excused myself, knowing I have more work to complete.

I shut the door gently behind me and noticed you standing at her door, a new intern. Oh right. Your usual weekly report on how you were doing at the company. I smiled awkwardly, as I do around new people. You smiled and knocked gently on the door, while I hurried along down the corridor back to my cubicle.

As I sat down and perused through my documents, I realized my boss missed out signing on certain important pages. Heaving a sigh, I ambled my way back to her personal cubicle.

I waited outside the dark mahogany doors, knowing that my boss did not like to be intruded upon whilst in a meeting with another person - being you. I peaked through the window beside, the blinds were drawn down but I could see a little between the slits of each fold of the blind.

You were sitting in front of the desk, and I had a side view of your features, young and seemingly innocent, or so I thought. Yet the state of your clothing betrayed that. From earlier on, your blouse lost its top 2 buttons and your chest was almost, if not more, exposed as compared to my boss.

Your skirt was hiked up to expose the upper thighs, the little triangle of panties just slightly visible to me from my view from the window.

What surprised me the most was that my boss stood towering beside your petite frame, her gaze no longer a lazy glance, but a flaring stare, filled with purpose and ambition.

I watched at she lay her middle finger below your chin, tilting the small head up to look at her. I see her lips and yours moving in response to whatever she was saying, but I could hear nothing but murmurings behind the soundproof glass.

I could do nothing but watch as she moved her fingers downwards, her nail dragging across your soft, white flesh, stopping to rest at your third button, halfway down your torso. With two fingers, she expertly released the third button, flipping your blouse open to expose your chests, clad in a nude coloured bra that covered your gently heaving breasts.

My boss placed her hands below your chin once more, this time tilting your head up, till you had to stand up from your chair. Her other hand pushed aside the chair from behind you, and she slowly walked forward, placing her stilettos one in front of another, full of feminine confidence. In comparison, you looked like a trapped bunny, stumbling back in your flats and pencil skirt, which was still hiked up around your upper thigh.

Your back contacted the cabinets behind you, but it did not shock you. Rather, it seemed that you expected it to. Quickly, the last 2 buttons of your blouse came off, and my boss placed her hands around your collar, pulling them downwards and off your shoulders. I thought I saw you shiver, probably due to the cold... or was it excitement I saw in your eyes?

Reaching to the cabinet beside that I have never opened, my boss pulled out a pair of handcuffs, matte grey and solid looking, like one of those meant for high security criminals. She hooked one ring around your hand, and raised that hand above your head to loop around the handle of the upper cabinets, and the other ring found your other hand, locking you in position with both hands above your head, like a lamb prepared for slaughter.

My boss stretched her long fingers around your face, holding your head up in her hands. Her other hand traced downwards and found the hem of your skirt, lifting them higher than before, exposing your innocent white panties.

Her nails dragged across your skin, and I watched you shiver in her hands, your face almost breaking away from her gaze. You struggled to keep your eyes fixed on her, and your mouth quivered under her intense gaze. Her thumb and pinkie stretched apart, forcing you to open your legs as her sharp nails poked against your tender inner thighs.

I held my gasp as I watched her bring her knee swiftly up to your private region, and I felt my insides flip as if I have been kicked between the legs myself. I reached downwards to hold my mound, feeling your pain like my own. Yet you did not falter, but perhaps your blinked a little from the sudden impact.

Her knee remained there, between your legs, pushing you against the wall, and I saw you tiptoe, trying to reduce the pressure of your own weight upon your crotch.

Involuntarily, the action caused you to grind against her leg a little, and I felt myself grow warm between my legs for you, feeling the need to relief myself.

I watched my boss smile, a menacing look I have never seen before. She let you go, leaving you on your feet, your hands still above your head.

You breasts heaved with each breath, heavy and laboured. I saw your eyes widen as you gazed straight forward, it must be something you see my boss grabbing from her desk.

She returned into view with a pair of scissors, and I felt slightly afraid for you. Should I save you? I decided to watch a little longer. You were not screaming yet, so it should be safe... Right?

I watched as she brought the scissors down to your panties, the open blade sliding under the hems of your panties. With two snips, the top of the panty fell forward, held in place by your upper thighs.

With force, I saw her pull the cloth from underneath you, the cotton material dragging across your entire pussy lips. I saw your mouth open a little, not too sure if it was in ecstasy or in pain. There you stood, shaven bare between your legs. I swear even from outside the office, I could see your pussy lips moist, a trail of clear liquid dangling from your pussy lips.

I watched on as she unhooked your bra clasp from the front,  revealing to me a set of firm and young breasts. She unzipped your skirt and let it fall to your ankles, leaving you fully in the nude with only your flats.

You blushed in your nakedness, embarrassed to be exposed in such a manner, your hands tied above your head, unable to cover up even decently despite your nakedness. Your nipples hardened in the cold air, brown little raisins sticking out from two round mounds on your chest.

I must have been transfixed by your nudity that I did not notice my boss bring out a stick with a leather patch at the top, a riding crop. I watched as she scratched her nails upon your inner thighs, motioning for you to open your legs.

She brought the crop to rest on your pussy, the leather scooping out the trail of clear fluids dangling from your private region.

With quick succession, she brought the crop away and slapped it hard against your young pussy, an audible slap sound that I could hear even outside the soundproofed room. The sound was sharp and loud, yet the contact point sounded wet, moist with your pleasure fluids.


I felt my own breath quicker than it was before, and I felt a familiar heat between my legs, aching, wishing I was in your stead. I squeezed my thighs together and felt my own panties having a moisture of their own.

A few more times the riding crop went, tracing around your thighs, across your flat stomach, circling your breasts, but each slap landing upon your wet pussy, the leather staying in place for a tad bit longer while your absorb in the shock, feeling the material against your sensitive spot.

Your pussy reddened with each slap, yet you got wetter as well, the trail of fluid now long enough to drip onto the velvet carpet below. Yet there you stood, helpless and bound, biting your lips harder with each strike of the crop.

My boss placed her riding crop down and came close to you, observing your eyes - needing, wanting, lusting for something.

I watched as she traced her fingers below you, your legs wobbling with the need to be touched, an almost primal need waiting to be filled.

She cupped her hands onto your mound and I saw your gasp, your eyes closed in anticipation of what was to come. I saw your mouth whimper a bit, as if begging, pleading for release. I could only imagine the pain and pleasure coursing through your red and swollen pussy, warm from the beating and sexual need.

She removed her hands and she brought her knee up to between your legs once more, this time gently. Yet you grimaced with the pain of her skin being in contact with your pussy.

I watched as she whispered into your ear, and you replied while closing your eyes, a look of relief upon your face.

You started to buck your hips as my boss stood there, her thigh up against your swollen privates, as you grinded your pussy against her. With each forward trust, I watched as you got off on the mixture pain and pleasure, each movement causing you to grit your teeth together. Yet the desperation was present, the need to find release.

I watched as your fluids were spread across the thigh of my boss, and she gently hiked her own skirt up to prevent it from getting wet.

Your grinding was consistently getting rougher, each hip movement more vigorous than the last. I watched as my boss gazed at you with lighted eyes, this nubile girl getting pleasured upon her bare skin. Your wrists were red from the metal pulling at them, constricted in their cold embrace.

With one last thrust, I watched as you arched you back and pressed your pussy against her thigh, an orgasm ripping through you, relieving you of your need. Your head was tilted upwards and your hands strained against the handcuffs above you. Your mouth opened in an 'O' and I swear I could hear a hint of how loud you were moaning from the release from the slight moans I could her from outside.

My boss lowered her leg as you leaned with your back against the cabinets, your petite body trembling from the aftermath of the orgasms, each tremor a sign of what transpired earlier.

I could see for myself how wet you were from the patch on my boss's leg before she wiped it down, the small patch of dampness upon the carpet upon which you stood.

From the same cabinet, she retrieved a key to uncuff you, massaging your sore wrists with tender loving care. Despite of how rough she was with you earlier, she held you close to her breasts and caressed you lovingly.

She helped you get dressed and I watched as she tossed the ruined panties into the bin, giving you a sly grin as she did. You pulled the skirt down around your swollen privates glad to be covered once more.


Straightening up, I realized you were done with your 'meeting'. I hurried away from the door and turned to appear as if I was just walking down now, and I saw the door to the room open just in time.

I fumbled with my documents and they fell to the floor. You saw that and hurried forward to help me, squatting down to scoop the pieces of paper off the carpeted floor. I mumbled a soft thank you as I helped myself to the paper, staring down the length of the skirt, seeing your bare pussy at arms length away, red and sore.

You must have noticed that as you quickly stood up and straightened your skirt, a shy blush upon your face.

As you hurried away, I knocked and met my boss, greeting her lazy gaze. While I asked her to sign the documents, I could not help but take in the smell of sex and arousal in the room.

Short Story: Caught

"So... Both of us know why you are here right?" Clarissa sat silently in front of her teacher's desk, trying to stare anywhere but at her form teacher.

"Yes Mr Lim." She shifted her weight about the chair, wishing this was already over.

"So please tell me what you were doing, Clarissa."

"I just... Wanted... To see him." Clarissa stuttered, knowing that that was a lousy excuse for being in a male's toilet, when she could meet her boyfriend just about anywhere else in school.

"I believe you and I know the amount of trouble you are in, Clarissa. Please be truthful about what exactly you were doing, right from the beginning."

Clarissa thought of how she stumbled into the boys toilet, all giggles and butterflies in her stomach. She grabbed her boyfriend about his waist, squishing him for the first time after the long holidays. She looked to Mr Lim and shook her head.

"Were both of you doing anything that you should not be doing?" Immediately her mind went to the french kiss they shared in the first cubicle, his hands cupping her breast underneath her blouse, her own hands massaging the growing bulge over her boyfriend's pants. Clarissa shook her head more, and looked down at her shoes.

Mr Lim sighed. "Well, I guess I have to call your parents down if you're so uncooperative."

Clarissa panicked, knowing how her parents were strict with her. They would not tolerate any of this nonsense. "Please. No. Don't do that. I will tell you everything."

"Please go on."

Clarissa recounted of how she rearranged to meet her boyfriend on the 4th floor outside the male staff toilet, which they thought no one would use. She said they started kissing at the door, and her boyfriend started to undress her...

"Show me." Clarissa paused. She stared at the phone on Mr Lim's desk, knowing her parents were only a call away. She had to comply.

She continued with her story, sharing with Mr Lim how her boyfriend unbuttoned her blouse button by button, and she unbuttoned her blouse as she described that she liked it like that. There Clarissa stood with her blouse unbuttoned, her fair skin underneath only covered by her bra.

Clarissa continued, telling of how her boyfriend lifted her skirt up. Mr Lim eyed her skirt, and she got the cue. She lifted the hem of her skirt up, revealing a pair of panties that matched her bra.

Goosebumps stood on her exposed legs, and it was not due to the cold of the air conditioned staff room. She traced her fingers across her bare skin, running them along the tiny bumps of her hair folicles. Her senses were heightened and she felt herself twitch a little from the contact.

She tucked the hem of her skirt under the waistband of her panties, elaborating on how her boyfriend touched her. She groped her breasts just as how he did, showing Mr Lim how she liked it.

As she reached down to her panties, she felt her own wetness, something that she did not realise earlier. She was getting aroused from recounting what happened. Clarissa paused for a moment while Mr Lim watched, his attentive eyes on her.

"Did both of you continue?" Clarissa blushed, knowing full well that they did. She nodded. "Show me what he did next."

No words were needed, Clarissa then started to fondle herself, massaging her breast and her pussy. Despite the layer of clothing between her skin and hands, she felt pleasured by the contact, her senses heightened, her face flush with the blood of arousal.

She leaned against Mr Lim's desk just as she leaned against the toilet seat earlier, getting herself comfortable. Lost in the heat of arousal, Clarissa suddenly did not bother about her teacher being there at all.

Her hands moved underneath the fabric of her underwear, feeling the tush of her pubic hair, the mound of her pussy within her hands. Her other hand reached back to unclasp her bra, allowing her breasts to now hang freely.

Clarissa massaged her breast with one hand and found her clit with the other. She felt her pussy, warm and moist. She felt a slight moan exit her lips as she continued to touch herself.

She lifted her bra upwards to expose a pair of young and firm breasts that were still growing. Her nipples stood out from her breasts, and were sensitive to her touch. She circled them with her fingers, from one breast to another, just like drawing an infinity sign. And in that moment, she truly felt infinite.

Her other hand toyed with her pussy, drawing a finger down across her wet slit. Her panty was in the way of her movements, so she pulled on the waistband and let it fall to her ankles, exposing her most private regions.

She watched Mr Lim move his hand over his groin to cover up his unmistakeable bulge slowly forming in his pants. While staring at it, Clarissa started to play with her pussy, circling her sensitive clit with her index. She imagined what it would be like to feel his cock up against her.

Clarissa started to walk closer to Mr Lim, allowing her lust to take over, letting her teacher see her developing body. A tingle went through her as Mr Lim made the first contact, placing his hands on her thigh.

She placed her hands on his chest, feeling the strong, well-built body of a man much much older than what she was used to. Clarissa leaned in, feeling his quickening breathing on her naked breasts.

Her hand travelled downwards and underneath his hands, feeling the hard bulge through his pants. It felt large, almost unreal.

Mr Lim's hand stroked her thigh, feeling her soft skin under his hands. Clarissa took her hand, wet with her arousal and directed Mr Lim's hand to her mound. She moaned as she felt his hands upon her sensitive spot, his hands cupping over her pussy, as if to collect the juice that was so rapidly leaking out.

She unzipped his pants and felt his cock over his underwear, warm and pulsing with each heartbeat. She leaned her breasts into his face and felt his erection stiffen, as if it was not hard enough already.

Clarissa felt his fingers start to move, sliding along het wet snatch, feeling the between the folds of her skin, spreading her fluids across her slit.

She reached underneath his waistband and pulled it down, revealing a large adult cock, one of a size that she was not used to seeing. She marvelled at the veins around the shaft, the reddish head that was pulsing with arousal. The scent of precum also filled the air, salty and sexy.

Just as she imagined it, she spread her legs on both sides of the chair that Mr Lim was sitting on, slowly lowering herself to feel his cock right against her pussy. She groaned as she felt his hand give way to let her pussy feel the contact of his member, the thick meat sliding between her legs, just on the outside of her vagina.

Her breasts were up against Mr Lim's face now, and she felt the stubble of his chin rubbing against her cleavage, a sign that she was dealing with a real man, not one of those boys that she made out with. The hairs on her neck stood up at the pleasure of his mouth slowly sucking on her skin.

Involuntarily, Clarissa felt her hips start to grind against his cock, the thick meat sliding up and down against her pussy, assistes by her natural lubrication, probbably leaking down onto Mr Lim's cock, mixing his precum and her wetness.

As Mr Lim took her nipple into her mouth, Clarissa jerked forward with the sudden spike in pleasure, her veins running with liquid pleasure. With that jerk, she felt his cock slide into position over her widening vagina, which was gladly inviting him into her velvetly embrace.

She felt the head pop in bit by bit, feeling the familar stretch of her flesh as she accomodated him. Yet it all felt as if she was a virgin all over again, his thick cock straining against the tightness of her pussy, one which was more used to the cocks of boys who were still undergoing puberty.

Clarissa felt full before the head of his cock was even fully in, and she was surprised she could feel even fuller, even more satisfied. Mr Lim did not hurry, as if somehow he knew how tight a pussy of a teenage girl would feel like with an adult cock for the first time.

Clarissa felt a pop as his cock sunk into her, and the rest of the shaft slowly followed, the folds of her pussy slowly sliding over the veins of his member.

With each centimetre of flesh that slid into her, she felt more and more satisfied, feeling Mr Lim's cock reach into her further than anything ever could. It was like an itch that she could not scratch by herself.

She groaned as she finally felt herself sit down fully onto his cock, her butt on top of his balls.

Clarissa slowly eased herself to and fro, feeling the large pulsing member stroke the walls of the warm cavern between her legs. Clarissa slid herself up and down as she has practiced before, feeling again and again the cock hitting into her deepest regions.

She moaned and groaned, building herself up to an oragsm. For once, she felt her legs weaken and tingles along her inner thighs, pleasant and ticklish. Mr Lim full cock plunged into her, each thrust emitting the audible slapping sound of sex.

As she feel herself reach an orgasm, her pussy clenching itself over Mr Lim's cock, squeezing tight on it. She feel his cock tense up as well, as Mr Lim started to ejaculate into her. The warm semen started to hit her inside, mixing with her fluids.

Clarissa groaned as the waves of pleasure rushed over her, as her mind almost went blank from the sheer release. She leaned into Mr Lim, holding his head to her breasts for support, as she felt her legs give way to her weight.

As she feel her breaths coming back to her, she basked in the afterglow of the orgasm, feeling Mr Lim's cock throb inside her, the last drops of cum spilling into her, inside her very fertile womb.

Short Story: And You're Welcome

I propped my head upwards and laid on my side, watching you as you laid on my pillow, sound asleep, probably too tired from what we've done together tonight. I observed as each breath of air entered and exited you, your breasts rising and falling under the light of the rising sun, the dim light illuminating your nakedness.

I raised my hand to stroke your hair, soft and thin, much unlike my own thick and wavy hair. You did not stir, and you seem like a statue, a mannequin for me to appreciate to my heart's content. Your face was warm to the touch of my cold hands, the residue of a blusher put on by unskilled hands. Yet there was a beauty there, a beauty in imperfection, one that reminded me of my youth and innocence so very long ago.

I leaned in to take in the scent of your shampoo, the floral scent delightful to my nose, a warm and homely smell that laid on my pillow. I sunk my head into your hair, each breath deeper than the last, as if I was trying to breathe you into me.

My hand continued to caress you lightly, holding your head in my hands, protectively. I followed the curve of your cheekbones to come to the nape of your neck, brushing my thumb against your jawline as I went lower.

I planted a kiss on your forehead, and yet you did not stir, save for the rising and falling of your chest within each breath of air you take.

My hands reached your collarbone, which was visible under your skin due to how skinny you were. It seemed a little absurd, really, that despite how skinny you were, you had shapely round breasts. Not as big as other girls, I suppose, yet they were large for someone as slim as you were. Better yet, they moulded perfectly into my hands, which I just did.

I felt the soft and tender flesh under my fingertips, and my hand followed up and down with each time you inhaled and exhaled. With the stimulation, I felt your body shift a little, perhaps you were at the edge of coming back to reality.

I propped myself up, lowering my head to your breasts. I let my long hair fall on you, the tips grazing against your skin as I went lower. I looked up close at your nipples, a pair of protrusions that looked almost different in almost every girl, as far as I know. Yet all of them reacted the same way, this I know.

Bringing my lips to your breasts, I stuck out my tongue and gave your nipple a lick, tasting you, taking in your feminine scent. I lowered my mouth to cover your nipple, swirling the brown tip in my mouth with my tongue, gently and slowly, much unlike how guys would often turn into savages when they do so. After all, I'm not in a rush, and your pleasure is all mine.

I hear your moan rumble through your chest with my mouth upon your breasts, an unsure squeak, a gentle whimper. I teased you a little with my tongue, going up and down your nipple, flicking it within my mouth. I gave your nipple a gentle suction, all while moving my hands all over your torso, slowly rousing you.

I feel your hands on my head, unsure hands that patted my hair. I turned my head upwards, gazing past my fringe at your puppy eyes looking down right at me. You smiled a weak smile to say good morning, and I simply smiled back in reply, because no words were needed.

I returned to my task at hand, leaving a trail of kisses around your breasts, slowly moving back upwards. I held your soft mounds in my hands, massaging them, from time to time giving your nipples the much-needed attention.

I kissed my way upwards to your neck, leaving suction across your bare skin. You arched your back and moaned from the sensation, my soft lips upon your sensitive region. I twiddled your hardening nipples, feeling your heart beat fast against my body.

With my knee, I felt for the region between your legs. In an effort to intensify your arousal, I pressed against you, allowing you to grind your vagina against my thighs. I felt the moistness of your arousal, the wetness spreading across my leg.

I broke away from kissing your neck to admire you once more, observing how you just lay there with expectant eyes, your breasts heaving with each quickened breath of air that rushed through you. Your cheeks were flush, forehead glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Most of all, you looked young and demure, a look I appreciated. Somehow, it felt like I was taking away your virginity, your very first love.

I got up and proceeded to the kitchen, still fully in the nude. Most of my family members don’t wake up till past 9am anyway, and the sky is only just lightening up to the morning sun. I placed a frying pan on the stove and turned on the heat, drizzling a bit of olive oil onto the pan. Breakfast for two, it seems.

You came after me, standing in the doorway, wearing my shirt from the night before. While it may be more of a girlfriend tee than a boyfriend tee, I felt that it still looked cute. Oh how you must have marvelled at how confident I was naked, watching as I hurried around the kitchen. I cracked eggs into two distinct sides of the pan and turned the fire low, letting the eggs slowly cook.

I went over to you, as naked as I was, and hugged you around your waist. I gave you a light peck on your lips, savouring your sweet morning breath. Easily, I lifted you and pushed you against the countertop beside my stove. Well, I guess I can have a little breakfast appetiser. I smiled as I went down on you once more, my hands spreading apart your thighs upon my countertop.

You shut your eyes in anticipation, letting me do what I wanted to do. It felt like you were a willing pet, obedient to my wordless commands. I bent forward, my hair grazing your inner thighs, causing you to sigh breathlessly above me, enjoying the sensation of me between your legs.

I lifted my own shirt high enough to bare your bellybutton, viewing your private mounds and the untamed patch of hair above your lady parts. I placed my cheek against your belly, feeling you tense up beside me, not knowing what I would do next.

The eggs continued to sizzle even as a different form of heat filled the kitchen, the aroma of cooked eggs and your arousal mixed together in one. I kissed downwards and you leaned back, exposing more of your vagina to me, your vulnerability and most treasured possession, one which I owned just overnight.

Your lips were already moist in expectation, your clit poking out a little, screaming for my attention. My tongue went onto your vagina lips, going from one side to the other, licking up and down, up and down, and up and down again. I taste you on my tongue, your sweet innocence, a sweet delight to me.

I feel your breathing get quicker above me, yet I had to distract myself once more. I moved myself to the pan, flipping both omelettes, looking at you all the while. How adorable and lovely you looked, like a little flower sitting upon my kitchen countertop. Your cute eyes staring right at me with longing, longing for me to hold you, to make you mine.

Easily, I flipped both eggs onto plates that I set aside earlier, and I returned to you once more. You tried to hold my face in your hands, as romantically and as sensually as I have held you so many times before that night. I knew, deep within, that the touch of a girl like me would be so much different from all the guys that you have had, their roughness, the selfishness, their need for ego and satisfaction and sex, more often than not leaving us girls unsatisfied.

I held you again, and you leaned onto my shoulder, hugging me tightly like a little girl, as if I would leave at any moment. I smiled, a smile that you could not see, but I felt bliss in that moment. I slithered my hand downwards to your vagina once more, feeling your moist privates.

I slipped my fingers into you, feeling your tender flesh and soft insides. I thought you couldn’t hold me tighter, but you did as I started to move my fingers inside you, swirling and bending my finger in the ‘come here’ sign, massaging your sweet and sensitive spots. You moaned beside me ear, a sound that I have come to get used to during the night of love making.

Faster and faster my fingers went, and then I felt it. Your tightening insides and a warm gush of liquid hitting the palm of my right hand. I felt your body tense up and your weight fell upon me to support, as you lost control of your muscles. You stopped breathing for a moment as you feel the ecstasy flow through you, the first orgasm of the morning.

I left my fingers within you, feeling the spasms come and go inside, till it subsided to a mild throbbing within. I held you at arm’s length and smiled at you, my usual warm smile. I eased you into the wooden chair that sat beside my dining table, allowing you to catch your breath as I served you your breakfast and a cup of warm milk to chase the cold of the night away. Not that it was cold last night though.

Beside the well-done omelettes that were beside you, you look kind of dishevelled, your hair in a mess and your breaths still coming short. Yet you looked at me, your eyes seemingly in a trance, a look of a lost puppy, now found and well-loved. Despite the tiredness of the night and the intensity of the orgasm that I just delivered to you, I feel that you still look beautiful.

Short Story: Its My Pleasure

As we entered the dark house at about 4am in the morning, I cannot help but be amazed at the tidiness of the house. Not an item seemed to be out of place, the cushions on the sofa were set perfectly straight, the floor was sparkingly clean. I felt the smooth marble flooring of your living floor as you guided me into the depths of your house, passing by closed doors.

Your room was just like the rest of the house; neat, tidy, everything arranged almost clinically. You sat me down on your bed and asked if I would like something to drink after the long night. I nodded, and you left for the kitchen, leaving ne to marvel at how your room depicted your meticulousness. You returned with a cup of water for both of us, and I was thankful for the liquid that flowed down my throat, cooling the heat from all the liquor earlier.

You smiled at me, a smile that seemed so warm and natural, and I smiled in return. You stood in front of me and placed your hands on me, kneading my stiff shoulders from dancing all night. I closed my eyes and sighed, allowing your gentle caress to soothe out the ache in my bones.

As you continued to massage my shoulders, I placed the empty cup of water on the desk beside me, moving my now empty hands to hug your waist, feeling the arch of your back. I pulled you in closer, my face now against your stomach. I took a deep breath and breathed in the smell of your perfume, your scent.

With your body closer to mine, I felt you bend downwards, one of your hands moving down my back, reassuring and comforting. Your other hand reached for my head and stroked my long hair, gently patting my head with the palm of your hand. I felt a warm fuzzy feeling within me, a purr building up somewhere deep inside.

I touched your bare arms, feeling your soft and smooth skin. I reached for your back and slipped my hands under your shirt, feeling more of your bare skin, this time also feeling the stiffness of your arched back, the well-toned muscles underneath your skin. I pulled upwards and you lifted your hands off me for a moment, for me to lift your top up and above your shoulders, above your head and then off you. I was faced with a flat stomach that I could be jealous of, and skin that was just as flawless as that on your arms.

You returned your hands to me, bringing my face close to you once more, gently running your hands down the small of my back. I automatically lifted my hands up as you reached for the hem of my top, lifting them off me as I did so to you. I shivered a little at the cool air against my skin, yet I was still warmed by all the alcohol that I took in earlier. I suddenly became very self-conscious, knowing that my figure was not as good as yours.

With one fluid motion, I felt the clasp of my bra release as you placed your hands on me once more, and my breasts fell forward without the support of my bra holding them in. You reached back and undid your own, your breasts spilling forward just like mine. Your nipples were light brown and almost symmetrical, your nipples erect against the cold of the air just like mine are.

I realised that I was holding my breath, appreciative of the beauty in front of me. Your hair was thick yet luscious, flowing around your head and unto your shoulders, stopping just short of your soft mounds. Your breasts were firm and bounced lightly, and they seemed like perfectly shaped globes. Your body was just as well-defined as the rest of you, and you had v-lines that dipped down into your jeans. I have never felt so attracted to someone of the same gender before.

I was greeted by your smile as you moved towards me once more, gently holding my head in your hands, so loving and so tender. I have never experienced this with any man in my prior relationships. Somehow, I felt like you knew my body better I did, holding me in all the right spots as I sat there not knowing what to do with my hands.

I placed my head between your soft breasts and hugged you around the waist, placing my fingers into the hook of your jeans. I pulled them down and revealed your v-line further, lines that disappeared into the pair of lacy thongs that you wore. I never dared to wear something that looked so adult, so feminine. I shuddered to remember that I was only wearing a pair of usual cotton panties underneath me.

You pushed me back onto your queen-sized bed, my body gently laying down at where you must have laid a thousand times before. I felt the depress of the bed as you got on top of me, you lips inches from mine, your light brown and warm eyes staring into my very soul. I was enticed and seduced, a warm fuzzy feeling developing within me that I knew was not because of the alcohol.

With my weight on the bed, you reached below me and pulled my bottoms off, more of my nakedness revealed before you. You did not look down to make me self-conscious, but you placed your hands upon my stomach and moved downwards, ridding me of my cotton panties.

I looked into your eyes as they moved closer, your lips suddenly barely inches away from me. I felt my lips graze against yours, both our lipsticks sticking together for a moment before your lips touched mine, pressing against me softly, gently, very much unlike men who just jammed their faces against my face. Even your kisses were perfect, and it felt like your lips were moulded to fit mine. It was soft and sensual, teasing me, making me want more.

Your hair cascaded around me, your fragrance mixing with my very own. One of your hands held mine, your fingers entwined around, holding me in comfort and security. Your other hand traced my skin, skin that was not as perfect as yours was. Yet in the heat of the moment, my insecurities regarding the many bumps around my body disappeared, and for that moment I felt as pretty as you were.

I never knew touching could make me feel this good. Your fingers moved about my torso, fingertips running across my stomach, upwards and upwards, till I felt them right at the bottom of my feminine mounds. I was still entwined in my kiss with you, your lips now gently nibbling on mine, parting for a moment and going back at them again, as if I was an appetiser in a fine dining restaurant.

Your hands circled my breasts and held them gently, your fingers occasionally drifting across my sensitive nipples. In those moments, I felt the purr within me escape momentarily, and I felt your smile on my lips as these little squeaks of pleasure escaped from my lips. I felt like a child in your hands, a child that was loved and appreciated.

I tried to hold your head as you held mine earlier, but I know my attempts at mimicking you must have been clumsy, as you giggled between kisses. Your hands now moved downwards slowly, and I arched my hips upwards, my lower body craving for your touch, ready to me made yours. How I willed for your hands to move faster, for your mouth to press hard against me, your tongue to ravage my mouth. Yet you were still soft and gentle, slowly increasing my desire for you, my lust.

I felt your hand above my pubis mon, circling the few strands of unkempt pubic hair that were untamed. I felt warm between my legs, and I wanted to badly to touch myself, release myself of the sexual stress that was building up deep within me. You broke away from the kiss, staring into my puppy eyes for a moment, admiring how desperate I must have looked.

You grabbed both my hands and held them above me, pinning them own with your left. Then again, you moved your head towards me, but this time going lower than my lips. I felt your soft hair on my chest as you descended upon me, your mouth against the nape of my neck. I could barely catch the purr as it came on the way out, my mouth opening with an O and my eyes shut, enjoying your soft lips against my neck.

Your free hand moved between my legs, gently stroking my thighs upwards and upwards, and moving on to the other thigh before it reached the top. Every fibre of me felt like I was like that of a drawn bowstring, ready to be released at any moment. I swear, in that moment I could feel the moisture of my sex slowly oozing out of me, a trickle of fluid flowing from the folds of my vagina down towards the crevice of my ass.

Yet you did not relent in teasing me, your mouth moving downwards towards my breast. As you took my nipple deep inside your mouth, I felt like a jolt of electricity run through me, and I was very sure that I could not catch the moan that now freely escaped my lips. As I arched my back, I could feel some of the stress within me being released. My body tensed up and let go, my first orgasm of the night ripping through me like a bullet. I shuddered as pleasure rocked my body, yet you continued to kiss me around my nipples. I did not know I could even cum without touching myself between my legs.

I felt myself panting as the last reveries of orgasm left me, and I was sure that you knew I came. You lifted your head off me as you smiled at me, a smile that was reassuring, a smile that knew that in that moment, I was already yours.

You released my hands and laid against me, watching each breath of mine, your fingers playfully twiddling with my pubic hair above my feminine parts. I placed my arms around you and hugged, and it was indeed a different feeling, hugging another girl like myself.

You leaned your head against my breast, possibly listening to my heart that beat like a sledgehammer, my breath that came in short gasps. The aftermath of the orgasm still rocked through me, and I was dizzy from the pleasure. I even felt like there was a sweet taste on my lips, a taste that I could not describe.

As your hand cupped my mound, I knew my night was far from ending. I wanted to tell you that I was tired, that you can stop, that that was the best orgasm of my life already. Yet, a part of me wanted more, that desired still the need to be filled, and so the whole of me laid there, waiting.

You placed your middle finger against my folds, and I finally realised how wet I was, my entrance entirely soaked through with my stickiness. I felt your finger slowly parting my lips, lips that parted easily due to my arousal. My wetness invited you in, allowing you to slip into my warm flesh.

With a tired gasp, I moaned is you entered me, your finger that was not as thick as a penis, yet it felt more fulfilling, filled with the emotion of trust and security, of comfort and of love. I knew I could crave this feeling more than the filing any penis could grant.

Easily, your slipped another finger into me, feeling my depths and wetness. I gasp as your fingers started to move. I was too tired to control the sounds that came from within me naturally. I simply held on to you as I parted my legs wider in the hopes of feeling you explore me deeper.

Your fingers felt better than my own, slipping in and out of me so naturally, as if it was your own vagina that you were fingering. Between each thrust, I turned to see you watching me as you drew me nearer to my second orgasm, eyes twinkling with playful pleasure, warm, brown eyes that captivated me.

I hugged you closer as I felt my body tense once more, and as I released, I clamped my thighs around your hand, willing you to stop as my second orgasm overtook my senses. Nevertheless, you did not stop, but continued to move your fingers against me, pressing your thumb against my swollen clit and your fingers pressing against what I knew was my g-spot, a spot I never knew existed.

Despite the beautiful orgasm I felt earlier, I never knew it could feel even better. I closed my eyes as the second orgasm started to rock me, your fingers moving about deep within me. Your mouth found mine as I moaned, or maybe screamed, my shrill voice covered with your mouth. Your tongue pushed between my lips, twisting and turning within my mouth as your fingers now moved deep within me.

With that, I felt myself lose control of my body as another orgasm rode upon my second orgasm, pleasure combined with pleasure, my mind blank and my body totally yours, under your control. I felt a gush of warm liquid exit the folds of my vagina, wetting my thighs that were still shut around your fingers, experiencing my first ever squirting experience.

I never knew a pleasure like this, a pleasure I could get drunk on, get addicted on. I broke away from our kiss and opened my eyes as I felt my body subside from the orgasm. I took in the beauty of your face, your hair falling upon me, your warm brown eyes. It was like I was experiencing love all over again. I felt my consciousness fading away, tiredness taking over, and your face was the last thing I recall as I blacked out.

Short Story: Graduation Celebration Dinner

It was supposed to be a casual weekend dinner. Since my niece recently graduated from university a couple of weeks back, the family wanted to get together for a short dinner together. Not that we had gatherings usually, since everyone was always busy with work and their own lives.

Since my house was the biggest, we all agreed on using my house for the dinner together. Despite it being a celebratory dinner for her graduation, my niece offered to cook for all of us. I was thankful for her offer, since I did not know how to cook myself, and I did not want to splurge money on ordering food for the whole family.

I watched from the kitchen door as she went about preparing the food for the dinner that we were going to have later. The rest of the family were still busy with their weekend plans, so both my niece and I had the house to ourselves.

Seeing her grow up over the years, my niece developed a rather nice figure for herself. From what I saw on social media, she joined some dance team while in university, toning her already slender figure and womanly features. She often wore well-fitting clothes in her outfit photos, clothes that highlighted her slim waist, her slender legs and of course, the two beautiful breasts of hers.

I was already married, but my wife never had the body my niece has right now. More often than not, my niece’s photos were the source of my masturbation material, and sometimes, I imagined that she was the one I was making love to when I was having sex with my wife. To see her in front of my, in my kitchen, was already like a wet dream come true.

I continued to observe as my niece semi-danced about the kitchen, chopping vegetables and slicing meat with grace that I never imagined possible from cooking. The way she prepared the dishes seemed like an artform itself. My focus was not on the food, but from the times she swirled about, her skirt rising just a little, revealing a little more flesh. When she bent over, my eyes travelled downwards from her neck downwards to her chest, or rather, the cavity that formed between her well-developed breasts.

“Uncle, would you like to help?” I was shaken out from my daze as my niece called me over, asking me to sit in front of her and help slice some cloves of garlic for later.

As she bent forward to show me how it should be done, my eyes moved over from the chopping board to her, my eyes between the gap created by her tank top as she leant over. With me in a sitting position right in front of her, I could look all the way down, see her milky breasts heaving with each breath that she took, covered by her bra. I could see further, down her torso and see her slender skin about her waist, unblemished by stretchmarks or age.

If my niece had caught me staring, she did not care to give anything away, not even a falter in her instructions and no effort to hide the excellent view from me. She just smiled at me as she left the garlic to me to mince.

Then, she returned to the stove, her back towards me now. I chopped the garlic as she instructed, mincing them into small bits for frying. Between each chop, I looked up towards my niece, observing how her ass swayed with each movement she made.

From time to time, she would turn around and give me one of those sweet smiles of hers, making sure that I was still chopping the garlic. With my utensil drawer below the stove, she also bent down often to retrieve the wok and utensils, her skirt rising each time she did so. My eyes widened as she bent over, more skin being revealed then what I saw earlier. Her thighs were as fair as the rest of her, and I sweat I could almost see the bottom of her underwear if she bent over any more.

Once done with the garlic, I passed it to her and sat there like a dimwit, not knowing how else I could help out in the kitchen. I just sat there, watching as my niece continued to work about the kitchen.

Then, she proceeded to go behind me to another set of drawers that was behind me, instructing me to look after the stove while she was preparing dishes behind. I stared at the fire, thinking about the beauty behind me, how close she was. I swear, I could almost smell her feminine scent with her within such proximity to me.

Then, without warning, I felt her hands upon my shoulders, and she leaned her weight onto my back. I opened my mouth in shock, but no words came out. I felt her as she leaned forward, her hair draped over one of my shoulders, her mouth beside my ear, her sweet breath falling gently on my cheek.

“Uncle, did you like the view I gave you earlier?” I felt her hands move forward, travelling down my body slowly and surely. Slender hands tracing down the front of my shirt, till it reached the waistband of my shorts. I felt her lips on my ears, each warm breath of her seemingly warmer than the warmth of the kitchen.

My niece moved her hands to my groin, placing her hands lightly over my hardening member. She moved her lips downwards as well, kissing my neck in such a way as my wife never did so. It felt pleasurable, her soft lips upon the back of my neck. I did not know that kisses on my neck could feel so good.

I felt her breasts on my shoulders, her hands replacing themselves on my inner thighs, spreading them apart, as if I was a girl. Yet, somehow it felt good as she moved her hands on sensitive spots that I never imagined, spots that my wife never found despite us being together for so long. It felt like my niece was an expert, knowing where would turn me on.

My cock strained against my tight underwear, hard like I have never felt so before for a long while. As my niece moved her hands back to cup my groin, I could feel precum oozing out of my manhood, wetting the front of my underwear. I never knew I could be wet as well.

I groaned as she continued to tease me through my clothes, her mouth delivering pleasure through light, gentle kisses on my neck.

Not being able to hold off any longer, I took off my shirt, standing up in the process. I looked down at myself, my cock forming a large bulge in front of my shorts. I turned around to face me niece, who had a sheepish grin upon her face, her mouth gently sucking on her index finger innocently.

I took off my shorts and underwear in one smooth action, revealing my full cock to my young niece. I have never seen it so swollen, or so angrily purple before, my cock standing full at attention. Yet my niece did not falter, nor seemed shocked that her uncle just stripped before her.

Not missing a beat, she knelt down before me and took my cock into her mouth. I have never received a blowjob from my wife, save my birthdays, and those blowjobs were nothing compared to how my niece was sucking me off right now.

Her tongue moved all about the head of my member, her lips fully wrapped around my rod of flesh. I placed my hands upon her head, feeling my hands full of her soft hair, not dry and thick like my wife’s. I felt as her fingers moved all over my balls, cupping them and gently kneading them with her fingers. It really felt like I was in heaven, and it seemed like she wanted to milk me dry.

I felt uncontrollable pleasure as her tongue moved below my cock head, her hands stroking whatever that was left of my cock outside her mouth. She stroked me hard and fast, fast in a way that I could not control the pleasure.

Soon enough, I felt the unmistakable pleasure as the first wave of orgasm hit me, my warm semen shooting out into her mouth, mixed with her saliva. I looked down at her as she wrapped her lips firmly around my cock, not moving on inch, taking each drop of my semen into her mouth. Her hands continued to stroke me and knead my sack, and I continued to cum, each spurt taken by her without a complain.

As the ravages of my orgasm left me, my niece loosened her mouth about my cock and kept them closed. Grabbing an empty bowl from the table, she spit out my cum, mixed with her saliva, into the bowl.

My cock still stood hard, I was quite surprised that it did not grow flaccid after my explosive orgasm.

Without a word, my niece lifted herself up in one fluid motion and sat on the set of drawers behind her. She sat there and reached out, her hands grabbing me by my shoulders. She pulled me towards herself and slid her hands down to my hands, where she motioned for me to reach under her skirt.

Lifting her skirt up, I was surprised to find her vagina cleanly shaven, her privates totally bare under her skirt. My cock throbbed with excitement as I realised what she wanted me to do next.

I placed my cock at her entrance, my cock seemingly a giant in front of her tiny slit. I could see her slit glistening with her juices, slowly being joined by my own mixture of fluids on my cock head. I eased my cock between the folds of her skin, sliding myself gently into her warmth.

I felt her flesh slowly envelope me into its embrace, the tight young cunt slowly gulping me into its tight crevice. It felt like she was sucking me in slowly and gently, taking my cock deep inside her. It felt like a totally new experience from the sex I am accustomed to with my wife. In fact, after this I was sure that sex with my wife will never feel the same ever again.

My hips made contact with her, and she moaned with a sigh of relief as I was all the way inside her, filling her young pussy up within. I felt like I was having my first sex all over again, and my niece gave me a look as if she was experiencing the best feeling in her life.

I started to thrust into her, stroke after stroke, slowly picking up speed. I hear the wet sound of our bodies hitting against one another, my bare shaft slick with her juices, without the interference of a condom between the both of us.

My cock felt sensitive, having cum before, and the sensitivity made me feel weak in the knees, like it was too much to handle. I have never continued having sex after having orgasmed, but this girl was a once in a lifetime opportunity that I was sure I could not miss.

My cock went deep inside her and she grabbed me by my shoulders, pulling me in after each time I pulled out. I slammed my hips into her with force, exploring her depths, seeing how far my cock can go within her.

Soon enough, I felt another wave of orgasm about to hit. As if on cue, my niece pulled me in and gave me a kiss, a kiss unlike any of those given by my wife before, even at the peak of our passionate moments. I felt her tongue rape the caverns of my mouth, swirling inside me like a whirlwind.

With my lips taken by her, I could not utter a warning as I feel the familiar warm liquid rush through my cock, filling my niece up deep within. I felt the warm fluid gush out, each thrust now pushing a mixture of liquids out of my niece and onto me. I felt the gooey substance stick to my pubic hair, get onto my ballsack.

As the last waves of orgasm left me, I felt myself stumble backwards onto the table behind me, my now flaccid cock flopping out of my niece with a plop sound. With my knees weak, I felt myself slide down to the floor, my old body fatigued from the intense sex that I just experienced.

My eyelids fluttered and I felt sleep taking me as I sat on the floor. Before I went to sleep, I swear I saw my niece gathering up the fluids that were now leaking out of her, and slowly trickling each drop carefully into the bowl that she spit into earlier.

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Moments later, I woke up to the sound of people talking right outside the kitchen. I awoke with a start, realising that I was still naked on the floor, my nudity on display for all to see. I panicked as I knew that I could not leave the kitchen without anyone noticing.

To my surprise, I found a stack of clothes, neatly stacked, right beside me. “For you, my dear uncle.” Flipping through the clothes, I found no underwear. Urgh. My cheeky niece. Nevertheless, I heaved a sigh of relief as I put them on, thanking my niece mentally in the process.

I exited the kitchen and greeted my family, my niece already seated at the table. She smiled at me her usual innocent smile and came over, guiding me to my seat. As I sat down, her hands went all over my inner thigh, grabbing my cock through the fabric of my pants. I jumped a little, the contact sensitive and my cock, for the first time, painfully sore from sex.

My niece only gave me a smile and presented me with a dish of my own, telling my family that it’s a way of saying thanks given that I helped out in the kitchen with her today. Revealing her dish, it appeared to be fried fish with salted egg yolk sauce, to the jealousy of my other relatives at the table.

Was it really salted egg yolk sauce? I swear the sauce smells just like my niece… And also of me.