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: The Bad Officer

Justin’s perspective…

“You all trying to be funny is it?” Justin screamed into the night. “You guys took bloody 7 minutes just to take everything out of your field pack! How long you all supposed to take?”

“THREE MINUTES, SIR!” Yelled one of the trainees facing down unto the floor, his body in a push-up position.

“Nevermind, EVERYTHING IN!” There was a frenzy as action followed, the trainees trying their best to pack everything back into their field packs once more, hopefully all to be done within the stipulated time as set by their officer. Justin stood by with a stern face, watching his trainees panic as they failed to remember the proper sequence to pack their bags, their cold sweat as things did not fit.

Justin was a terrible officer in the training school. More often than not, he abused his powers as an officer to set trainees to tasks that were strenuous and tiring, all in the name of upholding the standards of the training schools. Other trainees in the other platoons did not get it as bad. In fact, while it was already 11pm and trainings were supposed to end by 9pm, the other platoons were peacefully sleeping, recouping their energies for their activities the following day. Yet here the trainees were, trying their best to please Justin by ensuring the proper standards for field pack inspection.

For Justin, he felt irritated that he still had to book in to train his recruits, when today was his birthday. He had plans to go out on a day trip with his girlfriend, so he applied for leave from work to celebrate his birthday with her. Yet, just at the last moment, his leave was disapproved, due to certain administrative issues with the admin office. Even though he raged and argued with his Commanding Officer, Justin was not given his well-deserved leave. Sadly, he had to cancel all plans with his girlfriend and watch over these subpar trainees. With his annoyance, he wanted to take out his stress on his platoon, focusing all his anger on making their lives miserable.

Meanwhile at the guardhouse…

Some of Justin’s trainees were excused from the terrible training their platoon mates suffered due to guard duty. Despite standing there as sentry in the middle of the night, sweating under his uniform, Justin’s trainees at the guardhouse were relieved that they were able to skip one session of tekkan (Singapore slang for punishment without valid reason) training with Justin.

Most of them knew that it was his birthday this week. Many of them heard the screaming match between Justin and the Commanding Officer, that his leave was not approved due to certain administrative issues. Well, that bastard got it coming to him, for being so cocky and so vicious all the time. Yet, they kind of got the short end of the stick, suffering as they are now from his anger release. The trainees at the guardhouse could hear Justin screaming in the distance, yet that sent chills down their spine nonetheless.

Despite it being in the middle of the night, the sentry on duty spotted someone walking towards the camp from a distance away. Their camp had only one road in, and it doesn’t seem like this person was lost. Upon closer look, the soldiers realised that it was a girl that was walking towards the camp. Having been deprived from girls for the past few days, the soldiers stared intensely at the girl.

She had makeup on, that was for sure, red luscious lips. She wore one of those straight cut dresses that suited her slender body just nicely, carrying an expensive looking clutch and a matching pair of high heels. Upon closer look, the trainees found her to be quite familiar, yet they could not put a finger as to where they have seen her before.

The girl walked with an air of confidence, knowing that the ogling eyes at the gate were staring at her, lusting after her looks. She didn’t think herself to be very much of a looker or extremely chio (Singapore slag for pretty), but someone when guys in uniform are seem, the stereotype was that they were sexually deprived men with sex in their heads whenever they see a female.

Stopping at the guardhouse, she knew what she had to do, having run through the procedures with her other male friends who were serving army at the same time too. She exchanged her NRIC for an access pass, stating her business was for that of a meeting in camp with certain important personnel.

The trainees at the guardhouse were a little taken aback at the strangeness of her tale. Checking her NRIC, the name upon her card, ‘Tan Wei Ting’ seemed to strike a bell in their heads. Linking the dots together, they knew that Justin’s girlfriend’s name was Wei Ting, and that he often had a photo of her on his office table. That’s where they have seen this girl before.

Despite her reasons being of that for the purpose of a meeting, the trainees knew that Wei Ting was here to surprise Justin on his birthday, seeing as he was stuck in camp, unable to go out to celebrate his birthday. The trainees knew that they could not deny someone entry unless they notify an officer of the ‘situation’. With the Commanding Officers out and Justin being the Officer-in-charge, the trainees could not do anything, as they knew that Justin would get his way anyway.

However, one of the trainees thought of something…

Wei Ting’s perspective…

Wei Ting walked past the gate, relieved that she was able to get pass the guardhouse with not much of a hassle. Indeed, most of her male friends were right. The security in the camps here are really lax. She knew that he was angry and annoyed that he couldn’t celebrate his birthday with her. She wanted to surprise Justin at night, knowing that this was the least of all places that he would expect her to be.

She held in her bag his present for tonight, a pack of 12 of condoms. Upon his initial plan, Justin’s day trip ended with a hotel stay at a local boutique hotel. She knew that he booked the hotel for a romantic night, a grand plan for their first sex together. Wei Ting was glad to give away her virginity to Justin, she loved him more than any other guy that has come across her life in the past.

Following the source of the screaming, she found Justin to be in the middle of the parade square, instructing the trainees to run around the parade square, guiding them in their strenuous training. She admired him in his uniform and his beret, looking all swag and mighty compared to the sweaty trainees in their sweat drenched uniforms, their faces looking all shag and tired behind their mask of camo cream.

Wei Ting stood in the shadow far away, keen not to be seen by Justin before midnight has passed. Sitting down on the stone ledge on the roadside, she placed her clutch by her feet and she watched as Justin continued to train his platoon through random acts of training, more screaming, and more trainings. After some time, Justin finally called it a day at 30 minutes past midnight, ending the training for his platoon and heading back to his bunk to rest for the night.

Wei Ting followed closely behind, ensuring that she was not seen by either the trainees nor by Justin himself. Upon entering the cover of the building, she removed her high heels, trying to make as little noise as possible while tailing Justin. She noted the room that he entered, the bunk that was supposedly his. Wei Ting knew that Justin had the privilege of having a room all to himself, him being an officer and all.

Sitting at a stairwell in the secluded corner, Wei Ting continued to watch as Justin went about his usual activities, bathing, dressing for night, and he even sent her a goodnight text before she noted that his lights have turned off and Justin has turned in for the night. Wei Ting waited a while longer, ensuring that her boy is asleep, before picking up her bag and heading off towards the direction of his room.

Trainee’s perspective…

For the past hour, the pair of guards that were supposed to be patrolling the camp perimeters stationed themselves near their own building, watching Wei Ting from around the corner. She was sitting on the stairwell, oblivious to her surroundings, often turning her head towards the Officer’s bunks to check on Justin.

The rest of their platoon had their lights off, but the pair of them have already let in on what they were going to do, and they knew that the entire of Justin’s platoon were upstairs, keeping themselves awake to prepare themselves for what was about to come.

As Justin’s lights were turned off in his room, Wei Ting waited a while longer before making her move. The trainees stared from the darkness behind the bush they were both camping at, notifying the rest of their platoon that their plan would be set into motion soon.

The patrols have managed to get rid of all their gear at the guard house, trying to minimize the noise that they would make while stalking Wei Ting. Nevertheless, both patrols took whatever that was necessary for their plan to work.

Wei Ting’s perspective…

Wei Ting headed up the stairs to the second floor, towards the dead-end corridor that had Justin’s room. She looked around her surroundings once more, noting that it was all quiet around the camp. As she turned to the door and placed her hands upon the handle of Justin’s door, she was suddenly greeted with a hand that wrapped around her mouth, silencing her from making any audible sound other than her muffled screams.

In her frenzy, Wei Ting tried to struggle against the muscled hands of her captors, but her captors simply lifted her up with his arm around her waist. Wei Ting was greeted, in front of her eyes, with a cold piece of metal that was pushed up against her forehead. She stopped struggling to look down the length of the rifle pointing at her to see a pair of eyes, both staring at her intently, threatening her into silence. Behind him, Wei Ting saw that an entire bunch of guys have showed up, each of them muscular and strong, all of them in the prime of their fitness.

Wei Ting felt fear coursing through her. Even as the guy carried her around her waist, she felt her stomach give way. There was a warm feeling of liquid passing between her legs, and Wei Ting realised that she peed herself in her fear, fear of what was going to happen. As her warm pee flowed down her legs and formed a pool of her shame around her captors feet, and the men around her grinned in amusement that she peed herself in fear.

She knew that she could not run away now, now that she was at a dead-end. In her fear, Wei Ting kind of forgot what she came her for. While the rifle still pointed at her, the men around her removed her expensive clutch from her, dropping it into the pool of pee that she created. She was then slowly lowered to the floor, her hands tied behind her back with some cable tie provided by the men.

The signal was given for Wei Ting to keep quiet, while the men infiltrated Justin’s bunk, where Justin slept soundly on the bed. Wei Ting wanted to warn him, that something bad was going to happen. Yet she could not bear to let Justin see her like this, the bottom half of her dress wet by her own pee, her makeup smeared with a few tears running from her eyes. Moreover, the rifle was still pointed at her.

The men moved around Justin’s bed quietly, slowly surrounding him in the night. Justin, being tired from the activities just a while ago, was sound asleep. He didn’t notice even when the men tied his hands together to the bed frame above his head. Justin continued to sleep, his dreams undisturbed.

Once again, the signal came for Wei Ting to keep quiet. One of the men squatted in front of her, with his face directly in front of her pee stained skirt. With his hands, he gently started to stroke her legs upwards from her ankles, running across her smooth skin, from time to time intersecting with the stickiness of her pee, stained upon her legs. Even as fear filled her heart and head, Wei Ting felt herself getting a little aroused from the gentle touch running up her thighs beneath her skirt.

As the hands reached her waist, they found the hemline of her thongs, a matching pair of red lace underwear that she brought from La Senza just a few days earlier for this occasion. Slowly, the man removed her panties, the wet and soaked lace separating from her body, her vagina feeling the breath of cold air as the panty soaked with her warm urine was removed from her.

Taking her panty away from her, Wei Ting saw the man squeeze the panty into a tight ball, before pasting one side of it into a duct tape prepared earlier by one of the other men in the bunk. She saw them signal 1… 2… 3... While one of the guys grabbed Justin’s head, Justin was shocked awake and his mouth opened to yell. Yet, opening his mouth was the mistake he made, because it was soon covered with Wei Ting’s urine soaked panties, the duct tape covered over the rest of his mouth to ensure that Justin was well gagged. Justin could not move, his hands were tied to the bed frame. His eyes were open wide in shock, staring at his girlfriend in front of him in disbelief.

Wei Ting started to sob silently, knowing that the night was far from over. With more cable ties, the men cooperated and tied Justin’s legs down to the bedframe as well, heavily restricting his movements. A pair of scissors ensued, and the men made shreds of Justin’s sleepwear, removing all his clothes off him.

Wei Ting stood there sobbing into her hands silently, he makeup smeared by her hands. Her boy was lying there naked, his body still well-built despite his dire situation. Nevertheless, no matter how Justin struggled against the bonds of his captors, he could not break free of the cable tie. His cock lay limp on his balls, the first live cock that Wei Ting has seen in her life, the cock that was supposed to take her virginity from her tonight.

With Justin being tied down, the men brought Wei Ting over to his bed, her face before his. She wanted to say something, but she couldn’t, not with the rifle pointing at her, the threat of the sheer number of guys in the room who could harm her really badly. Wei Ting could only tear, her teardrops streaming down the sides of her face.

With the same pair of scissors, Wei Ting felt the scissor go about her shoulders, cutting through the thin material of her dress around her shoulders. Wei Ting felt one side of her dress come off with the shoulder sleeves cut, and with another few clips, the other shoulder came off too, the entire dress falling down to form a circle around her knees.

Wei Ting was naked in the room full of guys with nothing but her bra on. Even then, her bra was a translucent red lace, and everyone in the room could clearly see her nipples through the sheer material even though it’s dark inside the room. As best as possible, Wei Ting tried to bend a little, hiding her bald pussy between her thighs. A few days prior, Wei Ting also went for a waxing treatment, to prepare herself for losing her virginity to the man she loved.

Her attempts of hiding herself was futile. With ease, the men threw her onto the bed right above Justin, her body hovering over his, her thighs spread apart with Justin’s body between them. Yet while Justin’s cock lay limp with fear, Wei Ting knew the rest of the room could clearly see her pussy, probably glistening with her pee and a little from her arousal from earlier on. Wei Ting looked into Justin’s eyes for help, but she only saw a helpless fear in him.

Out of the corner of her eye, Wei Ting saw one of the men step forward, taking off his pants in the process. Justin’s cock was limp but his was at full erection, his erected cock large compared to that of Justin’s. Getting onto the bed behind her, Wei Ting knew what was going to happen. Justin tried to scream into the gag, but he couldn’t stop what was going to take place. Wei Ting looked into Justin’s eyes, as she felt the tip of the man’s cock position itself at her opening. His eyes were angry, they were helpless.

The man grabbed her waist, and with one forceful motion, shoved his cock into Wei Ting in one swift motion. Wei Ting let out a little shriek, the pain coursing through her pussy as her first cock entered her, stretching apart her virgin hole. She felt the thick meat pulsate within her, the cock head large against the inner walls of her vagina. Yet she knew that this was not the cock she wanted. It was a stranger’s raw cock that was entering her, penetrating into her deepest, private areas. Wei Ting cried a little, her tears falling onto Justin’s forehead, all while he yelled muffled screams into his gag.

Slowly but surely, the man inside her started to pump in and out of her, his large cock head moving deep within her pussy. Wei Ting felt her virgin vaginal walls wrap around his cock, pleasuring him without her consent. She felt his hands upon her waist pulling her down onto his cock, his balls slapping her against her clitoris, her most sensitive of areas. While she looked into Justin’s face, Wei Ting could not help but moan in pleasure and release high pitched squeals of pain as the large cock ravaged her.

Soon, she felt the man pick up the pace, pulling her faster and deeper down onto his cock. She felt his shaft pulsate one last time as a spurt of liquid travelled up his shaft, depositing itself into her inner most areas, filling her up inside with warm liquid. As he pulled out from her, Wei Ting noticed at once that almost all the guys around her had their pants taken off, hands were stroking cocks, and the smell of lust and sex filled the entire room. Justin noted that too, but no matter how he struggled, the cable tie would not break.

Another man replaced the previous man, and Wei Ting felt another cock enter her once more, her insides stirred up once again. This time, with the warm semen within her, her vagina felt really full, and it also felt guiltily good to her. Another man approached the bed and set himself in front of Wei Ting’s face, another large cock obscured her vision. Pulling her head back by her hair, Wei Ting felt the thick flesh move past her lips, her lipstick smearing all over the smelly cock that was in her mouth, a taste of pee and pre-cum. Justin was below Wei Ting’s face, watching the balls smack flat right against her chin.

The other men started to surround the bed as well, and Justin could only watch while his girlfriend’s body was pushed to and fro between the two cocks, her pussy dripping warm semen unto his cock and balls, her mouth too small to close fully around the dick within her mouth, the spit and pre-cum falling out unto his face, unto the duct tape and all over his chest. Wei Ting gagged upon the cock, her throat relaxing to accommodate the huge length of cock in her tiny mouth. Her pussy felt sore from the banging, but her tight pussy still took it in alright.

Despite being taken my men she totally did not know, Wei Ting felt herself slowly being pushed over the edge as the cocks stretched apart her pussy and her mouth, making her feel like a slut right in front of her boy. Yet she could see that Justin was a little turned on by her fucking as well, his cock slowly rising to the occasion, yet getting nothing.

As Wei Ting came, she felt her body spasm, her pussy trying its best to choke on the man’s cock, squeezing it tightly. This sent the man behind her spurting the second stream of semen into her, once more warming up her sore insides. Yet, there was no rest for her. The next man quickly replaced her, shoving another dick into her even before Wei Ting finished recovering from her orgasm.

The man in her mouth shoved one last time into her throat, causing her to gag onto the thick meat. Yet as she gagged, she felt the cock clench up in her mouth, the muscles relaxing to give way to a spurt of liquid that travelled down the shaft, out of the cock head and directly into her throat. Yet as the cock removed itself from her mouth, Wei Ting could not help but spill some of the semen out, which landed on Justin’s nose and face, which was already covered in her spit.

One of the men removed Wei Ting’s bra, taking the pair of scissors to cut off the straps. Wei Ting’s breasts swung freely now, the soft mound swinging to and fro in the doggy position that she was in, her mouth still left open, sore from having a cock in it previously. The man at her now was still banging her ferociously, occasionally sending spurts of semen from the previous two leaking out from her pussy.

Some of the men around Wei Ting could not wait for their turn, but they simply finished off with their hands, spurting strings of semen unto her hair, back and her face. All the excess cum streamed down and around her body, falling upon Justin, who already gave up on struggling against the cable tie, but merely looked as his girlfriend was raped by the men in the bunk one by one.

Another guy finished within her, and another took his place again, and another also joined in by shoving a cock into her mouth. This continued while Justin looked on helplessly. Wei Ting couldn’t think straight. All she felt now was cock after cock after cock, cocks of different sizes penetrating in and out of her. She felt her insides all filled up, her stomach filled with cum too. As the next two finished, Wei Ting collapsed unto Justin, feeling his erect cock pressed against her pussy, where semen was slowly leaking out of her pussy onto his dick.

Another guy took over once more, but this time the guy took his cock to position it right in front of Wei Ting’s anus. Slowly, He started to push into her, inciting a small scream from Wei Ting into Justin’s face, screaming at the discomfort of a cock penetrating her virgin asshole. Soon, as Wei Ting’s ass was filled, the guy started to pump in and out of her dry anus, forcing her entire body to jerk forward, her breasts sandwiching Justin’s face. Soon, this guy came as well, filling up her other hole with more warm semen.

Justin’s Perspective…

Justin lost count of the number of guys who came within Wei Ting that night, but it was a really long night. As the guys started to be satisfied with her body, they started to sit around the bunk, as if waiting for something. As the last guy finished off in Wei Ting and wore his pants back on, Wei Ting lay against Justin, her body soaked in the cum of men, smelling really like sex. She could see Justin slowly crying, his tears mixed with the semen and spit that were on his face.

As the other men watched on, two of them approached Justin’s bed. Wei Ting and Justin did not bother much as to what they were going to do now, seeing as they have done so much damage already. Yet, Justin jerked back to his senses once again, as his cock was grabbed by one of the men, the hand spreading a cool gel coating his cock and balls. It was not long later that he realised what it was, when his cock and balls started to feel like it was heating up.

The men had applied lots of counter-pain unto Justin’s cock, causing the burning sensation. Justin teared as he felt his cock burn up, his limbs struggled against the bonds. He tasted the pee soaked panties in his mouth, his eyes teared at the anguish. Wei Ting could not help, being tired from all the banging that she received. Justin saw the two men pick up a clutch, one that he often see Wei Ting carry around. They took out a bag of condoms from her clutch and tore a packet open. Once more, they applied counter pain on the inner cap of the condom, and Justin prepared for the worse. In one swift motion, the men rolled the condom down unto Justin’s cock, sealing the counter-pain onto his cock.

Thereafter, more counter-pain was applied onto the outer layer of the condom, and when they lifted Wei Ting up again, Justin silently begged for them not to do it. Yet, he could only silently watch as they lowered Wei Ting and her cum filled pussy unto Justin’s cock, coated with the counter-pain. The pain was almost immediate for Wei Ting. The men muffled her scream with their hands as they helped her press her hips down upon his burning cock, engulfing both of their privates in the burning sensation.

Justin could see some morning light streaming through the curtains, and in the light, he noticed that some of the men were busy taking photos of the situation, his humiliation.

Short Story: The Scholarly Student Part 2

Gina lay on the cold toilet floor, feeling the cool tiles against her face. Her body was still shuddering from the orgasm she just experienced, her pussy feeling the little tingle that was always present after an intense orgasm. Her mind was fuzzy as well, and her breaths came in short packets.

Gina didn't bother to get up. Her legs were usually jelly after cumming. Anyway, it's not as if she could get away, with the number of guys in the toilet with her. Not only that, she was blindfolded as well, her hands tied behind her back. No chance of escape whatsoever. Her eyes were covered, and all she could feel were the cold tiles against her bare skin. Her breasts were exposed and her legs are naked waist down as well. 

Gina heard zips being unzipped, and a faint yet familiar smell came to her nose. With her mind in a fuzz, she could not put her finger on where she smelt that familiar smell before.

Gina was lifted up gently from the cold floor by her arms. Her blindfold remained intact and she was propped up on her knees. While the person held her up, Gina felt another grab her by her hair, which was in a ponytail. Something thick and fleshy was put against her mouth, the familiar smell much stronger now.

Gina took in a scent, and she recalled the smell of sex, the smell of precut and cocks. She knew that she had to do. Opening her mouth, she took the cock into her mouth bit by bit. She felt the thick, warm fleshy cock go past her lips, her teeth, her tongue wetting the piece of meat in her mouth. She knew just the right amount of suction to apply, a little teeth to apply the needed friction within her mouth. Her tongue swirled the cock head within, tracing in circles as she worked all the way to the tip of the cock.

Gina knew the guy was enjoying her mouth, his moans told her so. She hummed as she sucked his cock, the mild vibrations causing the guy to moan even more. Gina could taste more salty precum coming out of his cock, leaking inside her mouth. She enjoyed giving blowjobs, the power of pleasure she felt as she sucked on cocks felt good to her. She knew just how to pleasure guys with only her mouth, not even saying a word too

Not only that, Gina enjoyed the presence of a cock filling up her mouth just as she enjoyed it filling her vagina. She could feel herself getting heated up between her legs as she continued to suck, the thick warm cock filling up her mouth. Relaxing her throat in the same way that she has done so many times before, Gina brought her mouth down over the cock inside her mouth, feeling with her nose his unshaven pubic hair, as well as feeling the cock head pop a little inside her throat as she started to deep throat him.

Gina felt his cock convulse as sperm flowed through his shaft and into her mouth, shooting his load deep into her mouth, into her throat. Gina held her breath for just a little while longer as his orgasm subsided, before pulling his softening cock out of her mouth. His semen tasted just as salty as his precum, and Gina swallowed it after.

'What the fuck that was damn fast!'

'Eh why you so cui? So fast cum liao. Not even 10 minutes leh!'

'She's really good la what the shit. She suck his cock like pro like that leh.'

Gina said nothing, her mind deep in thought as to what would happen next. That was soon to be answered, as her hands were untied, and she was led to hold onto something cold. Toilet bowl? Nope it was not round enough. Ah. It's the urinal.

Her hip was lifted up by the same person who lifted her, her legs barely holding her up, her butt exposed to those who are able to see in the room. Gina felt her legs being kicked apart, both her anus and vagina open for them to see. Not that she resisted. She kept her legs spread wide apart, leaving her vagina ready for inspection.

'Eh... Wah she fucking wet leh.'

'Her butthole so cute one.'

'Her ass like damn firm leh.' With that, a 'thwack' given to her butt as a hand landed on her ass. Gina let out a moan, soft yet audible to the guys.

'Wah she moan some more. My turn ah.' With that, a pair of hands grabbed Gina's, presumably the same hands that smacked her butt. Another cock was positioned at her entrance of her vagina, the first one to enter her pussy that evening. Foreplay was not necessary, with Gina being as wet as she is. The guy pushed his cock in, and it slid in with ease. Gina felt herself being filled by his cock, balls pushed all the way against her clit, just the way she liked it.

'Eh why only one at a time?' As that was being said, Gina felt another guy  brush past her and grab her head once more, as another cock was brushed against her lips. Gina opened her mouth, allowing the second cock into her mouth, letting the cock to fill her mouth just as another one was buried in her pussy. The fullness of a cock in both her mouth and her pussy made her dizzy with pleasure, her body tingling with excitement.

Gina held on to the cold porcelain urinal even harder, trying to keep herself upright as two guys started to fuck her, the two cocks pumping too and fro in her pussy and her mouth. She could barely suck his cock properly, her mouth was wide open as she moaned with pleasure, and the guy simply fucked her open mouth.

Another hand pried one of her hands from the urinal, directing Gina's hand upon another male genitalia. Gina grabbed the cock on instinct, the pounding of the two guys made her hand shake to and fro as well, and Gina continued to jerk the third guy off.

She felt the pleasure build up once more within her as she came, with two cocks within her another cock in her hand. Gina felt her pussy contract around the cock in her pussy, generating more moans from the guy fucking her. She could just feel the size of it going in and out of her pussy, the friction it caused as it plunged in and out of her wet hole, his balls slapping against her clit. Her mind was in a blank, and all Gina felt was the pleasure of being filled, of being full of cock and of the waves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

It was soon that the guy fucking her pussy pulled out, and Gina felt his hot cum land on her back as he released his load onto her body. The guy filling her mouth pulled out as well, releasing yet another load, this time on her face. The warm cum hit her on her cheeks, her nose, and Gina smelt the sweet, salty smell of cum on her face. Gina continued to stroke the cock in her hand, knowing that this guy was far from finishing.

'Eh lai lai my turn.' Another guy took over her pussy once more, and Gina felt the eager boy push his cock all the way inside her once more, filling up her gaping hole. Gina moaned as she was filled again, her pussy still sensitive from cumming earlier.

She continued to stroke the guy off with he hand, yet slowly directing his cock till he stood right in front of her face, his cock pointing right at her as she was being fucked by another guy. The guy behind Gina grabbed her hips and pounded at her ruthlessly. It was rough, but it was what Gina liked, being treated like a toy, like a slut.

Gina came again as her pussy clenched down on the cock inside her. She moaned loudly now, not caring if anyone could hear her. She felt the cock in he hand swell up, the muscles tensing for an orgasm. Blindfolded, Gina tried as best as possible to aim the cock in her hand at her face, her mouth wide open and her tongue stuck out to receive his load. Her aim was more or less on mark, the first spurt landing inside her mouth, the rest spilling all over, her chin, her cheeks, her neck.

Just as the guy unloaded his cum onto Gina's face, she felt the cock within her tense up as well, and a warm fluid filled her from within, the semen warming up her insides to join her very own fluids. Gina came again, knowing how dirty she was, with cum all over her and within her, her pussy squeezing out every last drop from the guy behind her.

As the two guys pulled away from Gina, she collapsed against the urinal, tired from her orgasm. Her pussy felt sore from all the pounding that received, her legs could barely support herself even as she leaned against the urinal. Gina could not care less, she rested her head on the urinal, gasping for air, despite how smelly the toilet was. At least this toilet was one of the least used among all the toilets, hence not being all that dirty.

Gina could hear the zipping of pants and the scampering of footsteps as the guys left her to her own devices.

After some time, Gina recovered enough energy and she removed the blindfold by herself, feeling the sticky dried cum all over her face. As her eyes adjusted to the dimly lighted toilet, she noted the crumpled uniform she was now in. Her bra and panties were nowhere to be found. As she stood up, she felt the load of cum within her pussy leak out a little, drawing a trickle down her thighs.

Getting herself dressed as decently as she could, Gina swept her hair up into a tight ponytail as before, leaving the toilet to go home. She picked up her phone to call her parents to apologize for being late, but something else caught her attention: a video sent to her whatsapp barely 5 minutes ago.

 

Playing the video, Gina saw how well she sucked the guy off, how she was taken by guy after guy, how slutty she was. Her moans could be heard clearly, and it was evident that The Gina in the video was enjoying the moment.

Watching herself getting fucked by so many guys, Gina could not help but get wet again simply at the thought of it.