I close my eyes and take a deep breath. The icy cold air freezes my lungs immediately. 20 degrees celsius. I might sneeze if I'm topless or bottomless. Distance between me and the door behind to walk out of this office, 5 steps. Distance to walk to this hungry wolf, give his dick a mind-fucking blowjob and done with all the nonsense here, 3 steps.
Forget it. This old man can wait another time.
"You have my number, I don't think I need to teach you what to do." I turned and reach out for the door knob, wanting to leave this place ASAP.
"Wait, you're now jobless, don't you think it's worth it if I'm not gonna deduct your pay for not serving your tender notice in exchange for just a simple blow job?"
I stopped and hesitated. Images of Sean flashes into my mind.
"You sinner"
Fine, shall let him have a taste of what he wished for.
I walked over to my boss and gave him that slyly smile which some might call The Slutty Grin, but since I have perpetually sleepy eyes so it makes the sluttiness even sluttier.
"What you want to do?"
I kneel down in front of him, unbuckle his Louis Vitton belt, unbutton and unzip his pants.
Hot pink boxers, hmm...
Didn't know my boss is that kinky.
It didn't take more than 5 seconds for me to locate his deflated meat stick. I use my left hand and push down the foreskin, revealing his dickhead that's turning slight red.
I give it a good lick as though I'm licking an ice cream. Yucks, this guy never cleans after peeing. Oh wells, continue to do my deed. A slow twirl around the edges sends him a light moan to me and the instant hard on of his small head.
Without a second thought I gave it a deep throat and swirl my tongue side to side while the dick is in my mouth. Unshaven forest, gross to the max. I almost sneeze from the tickling of his pubic hair, but all I can think of in my mind is "just do the fucking blowjob and leave".
5 inch, probably at most a 5.5. Average. Typical old man who doesn't clean his dickhead after he pees, leaving that scent of urine around his dickhole for the woman to taste.
Just when I'm almost done with it...
"Boss, the monthly expenses report that you wanted..." I recognize that voice immediately. From that angle, Sean probably can't see me clearly. But my shoes would definitely give me away from the edges of the table. Not to mention that sex-tisfied look on my boss
"Just leave it here." I could hear the sound of the file being placed on the table and the closing of the office door. "And you..."
My boss holds my chin to look at me and gave me a rough kiss on my lips. I tried to struggle but I failed. I'm still a woman afterall, strength wise I can never beat a man.
"You little slut. What's a better job for you than to be a fucking whore!" He pushed me aside and dressed himself.
"That's it. I'll do what I said. You can go and pack your stuffs and leave."
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
The First Chapter - 007
Being someone with spilt personality, character and habit like me, all it takes is a real heartbroken love to break that thin line separating the devil and angel in me.
I met Sean when I was living with George. He was my senior in my day job when I was just an admin assistant. Sean has these pair of charming eyes that I can't get my own off his whenever our eyes meet. He isn't really consider handsome, and if you ask who's his lookalike, I would say he's 95% resemblance to Taiwanese singer Yoga Lim.
Being a Christian, Sean believes in sex after marriage and all those "morally right" stuffs. It's boring, but I was so mesmerize by him for some stupid reason that I feel bad about all the things I've done in the past; my sexual experiences then is more than enough to write a book of "field reports". Men that I've slept with is already countless. As long as George says he's tired and not in the mood for sex, I would simply find someone to release my sexual needs. And with my connections in the pub, it isn't difficult to find a man and a room for sex. Whatever the case is, George isn't enough to satisfy my high sex drive. Since George's sexual views is very liberal, he can't tie me down with any mono-sex-partner theory either. Specially so from time to time we do get involved in gangbangs and swingings when we're in the mood.
But Sean is different. He's so morally upright, so prim and proper. His insist to keep his virginity till marriage and all the moral chats we had during lunch somehow changes me. I pub and drink less often, started to read up books on Christianity and even follows him to his church on Sundays eventually.
The drastic change in me somehow makes George realize that I am not that wild in bed anymore, which gradually becomes no sexual actions between us. In order for me to "start afresh" I decided to break off my relationship with George and moved back to my parent's place. I want to be with Sean.
That "heart skipped a beat"moment came one evening when I was working overtime. Sean stayed back to clear the workload with me and while trying to reach for some documents on a chair, I accidentally fell behind and fall right onto his arms.
"Audrey... I... We... Erm..."
I knew it's just the time. A little action from me should get the sparks going. I lean forward and kissed him. It was only thereafter I got to know, that's Sean's first kiss.
Our good times together isn't long. One month later, a new colleague who happens to be one of my fuck buddy joined our company and he revealed our relationship during his welcome dinner when he was high on alcohol. First day at work for him and he marks the end of my world. Sean who is the only non-alcoholic in the company is so sober that he heard everything in detail, loud and clear. How that sensual feeling my fuck buddy felt when I suck his cock with an ice cube twirling in my mouth. How flexible I am to be able to have my legs all the way up my head when he's doing missionary position with me. How perky my butt is that cushions him so well when we doggy. Everything.
Of course, Sean couldn't take it as he had assumed that I was a virgin just like him. Well who would have thought I'm not if I claim I have never been in love before nor dated any guy. I am really never been truly in love with anyone before I met Sean. Perhaps only sexually in love with their bodies and sexual skills.
What can be worst is that I didn't attend the dinner as I was on medical leave with a bad menstrual cramp. Sean came to look for me after the dinner which I thought back then that he was doing so for he cares about me.
"Hey..." I opened the door when Sean arrived.
"You've been a liar isn't it? Sinner."
"Huh?" I couldn't even make any sense to what he just said.
"Let's break up. I can't accept someone who have committed such a great sin of lust. Not to mention about being a liar. You.... We're over."
He left without saying another word.
News spread fast and when I'm back in office 2 days later, my life is changed. Every guys looks at me as if I'm stripped naked. Girls look at me as if I'm a slut who stole their boyfriends. Sean refused to talk to me even for work related matters. I knew that I can't stay here anymore.
I submitted my resignation letter without notice that very day. Instead of asking me for any reason to quit and such, my boss's only reply to me was "ah sad, I thought I might have a chance to experience your blowjob before you leave!", with that pair of ferociously hungry eyes like that of a wolf...
I met Sean when I was living with George. He was my senior in my day job when I was just an admin assistant. Sean has these pair of charming eyes that I can't get my own off his whenever our eyes meet. He isn't really consider handsome, and if you ask who's his lookalike, I would say he's 95% resemblance to Taiwanese singer Yoga Lim.
Being a Christian, Sean believes in sex after marriage and all those "morally right" stuffs. It's boring, but I was so mesmerize by him for some stupid reason that I feel bad about all the things I've done in the past; my sexual experiences then is more than enough to write a book of "field reports". Men that I've slept with is already countless. As long as George says he's tired and not in the mood for sex, I would simply find someone to release my sexual needs. And with my connections in the pub, it isn't difficult to find a man and a room for sex. Whatever the case is, George isn't enough to satisfy my high sex drive. Since George's sexual views is very liberal, he can't tie me down with any mono-sex-partner theory either. Specially so from time to time we do get involved in gangbangs and swingings when we're in the mood.
But Sean is different. He's so morally upright, so prim and proper. His insist to keep his virginity till marriage and all the moral chats we had during lunch somehow changes me. I pub and drink less often, started to read up books on Christianity and even follows him to his church on Sundays eventually.
The drastic change in me somehow makes George realize that I am not that wild in bed anymore, which gradually becomes no sexual actions between us. In order for me to "start afresh" I decided to break off my relationship with George and moved back to my parent's place. I want to be with Sean.
That "heart skipped a beat"moment came one evening when I was working overtime. Sean stayed back to clear the workload with me and while trying to reach for some documents on a chair, I accidentally fell behind and fall right onto his arms.
"Audrey... I... We... Erm..."
I knew it's just the time. A little action from me should get the sparks going. I lean forward and kissed him. It was only thereafter I got to know, that's Sean's first kiss.
Our good times together isn't long. One month later, a new colleague who happens to be one of my fuck buddy joined our company and he revealed our relationship during his welcome dinner when he was high on alcohol. First day at work for him and he marks the end of my world. Sean who is the only non-alcoholic in the company is so sober that he heard everything in detail, loud and clear. How that sensual feeling my fuck buddy felt when I suck his cock with an ice cube twirling in my mouth. How flexible I am to be able to have my legs all the way up my head when he's doing missionary position with me. How perky my butt is that cushions him so well when we doggy. Everything.
Of course, Sean couldn't take it as he had assumed that I was a virgin just like him. Well who would have thought I'm not if I claim I have never been in love before nor dated any guy. I am really never been truly in love with anyone before I met Sean. Perhaps only sexually in love with their bodies and sexual skills.
What can be worst is that I didn't attend the dinner as I was on medical leave with a bad menstrual cramp. Sean came to look for me after the dinner which I thought back then that he was doing so for he cares about me.
"Hey..." I opened the door when Sean arrived.
"You've been a liar isn't it? Sinner."
"Huh?" I couldn't even make any sense to what he just said.
"Let's break up. I can't accept someone who have committed such a great sin of lust. Not to mention about being a liar. You.... We're over."
He left without saying another word.
News spread fast and when I'm back in office 2 days later, my life is changed. Every guys looks at me as if I'm stripped naked. Girls look at me as if I'm a slut who stole their boyfriends. Sean refused to talk to me even for work related matters. I knew that I can't stay here anymore.
I submitted my resignation letter without notice that very day. Instead of asking me for any reason to quit and such, my boss's only reply to me was "ah sad, I thought I might have a chance to experience your blowjob before you leave!", with that pair of ferociously hungry eyes like that of a wolf...
Thursday, October 4, 2012
The First Chapter - 006
As I pull the Staff Entrance door open, I could hear my name being called even before my eyes can land on the person who call for me.
"Au… Chloe dear! How can you make me wait so long huh." George came today with his friend Freddy.
"Big surgeon!" I took quick steps over with my GoJane spiked heel-less platforms. Sometimes I wonder what the fuck I am thinking. With my 1.68m height I actually have no reason to wear a 1.5 inch tall platform to work in the Bar. Not to mention I wore cheap Rubi's 2 for $25 flats to work during the day time when it's a desk bound job and for this job I have to walk around the whole night.
"Big surgeon, why the sudden mood to come on a Tuesday night?" I pick 2 big ice cubes from the ice bucket into his empty rock glass, pour his bottle of Macallan 12 years till half full then add Pokka green tea. George loves his Macallan and green tea ratio to be 1:1.
"Cos I miss you and want to feel your siken tofu lo" George's fingers slides down my arms as he said so.
"Well, I've got silken tofu skin is also because of you." I move myself closer to George, leaning my breast against his muscular arms. My pointy nipples sends him some electric shock down his spine and I can totally feel it from the tip of my nipples.
From appearance you can never tell George's occupation. Muscular bulky figure with tattoos on his left arm, speaks English with all the singlish elements like "lah", "lo", "leh" and wears funky colors contact lens like violet, pinks and blues. He loves wearing clothes that would expose his tattoo but apparently when he's at work he would dress and behave like a surgeon, wearing frameless spectacles and long sleeves, speaks perfect "typical ATAS" English like an Ang Moh.
How I know? Because I was his first patient in his clinic and he was the one I gave my virginity to. George is a cosmetic surgeon who does aesthetic surgeries, both invasive and non invasive.
Hell no, he didn't give me my perky boobs. I was his first patient for laser hair removal. I owe my hairless body from neck down to him.
I met George in the pub when I was 21. Back then, he just completed his studies and was intending to open his own clinic. Coming from a wealthy family background, it wasn't difficult that he got his funds from his dad and opened his own clinic a year later.
Don't laugh, but as much as with all the trainings I had with Adrian, I insisted that I must keep my hymen until 21. I've done almost everything from handjobs, blowjobs, catbath, painting to fingering assholes (with condoms on of course!) with different guys but I refused to let anyone poke into my virgina and break my hymen. Which is also the reason why I do all my sexual actions in the public; in case the guy insist to push his luck and stick his dick into me I can run away. *evil grins and sticks out tongue*
George was then considered as my first "boyfriend". We happened to "chance upon" each other on my 21st birthday when I'm having my birthday celebration in the pub. After all these years of keeping my hymen intact I can't wait to find a good catch that night, breaking it open to more sexual adventures. He happened to be the "lucky" one.
"Lucky one"?
I don't know if he should be considered lucky or unlucky because back then it hurts so much that I screamed out loud in his home, woke his parents up and they came knocking at his room door while we're both naked and he just manage to penetrate into my tight pussy in missionary position. Sadly unlike all those stupid soap dramas on Channel 8, I never bleed at all. Not even a single drip.
Since that night, George started calling me "dear" and I also can't be bothered to stop him from doing so. He moved into his own studio apartment and I joined him when I was 22, and hence I can't go around my neighborhood naked like how I used to do so anymore. From then on we had sex almost every other night, trying all sorts of positions each time.
Being a cosmetic surgeon himself he refused to let me go through any cosmetic procedures as he calls me his "natural beauty". But being very particular about hair, he bought a hair removal laser machine and I was his guinea pig, having all my hair removed by him. Yes, pussy hair included.
George is also the only one who knows about my secret in the day and night because of that 17 months staying with him. We "broke off" eventually because I told him I'm a bisexual and his 4.5 inch really isn't enough to satisfy my sex drive. But in actual fact…
"Au… Chloe dear! How can you make me wait so long huh." George came today with his friend Freddy.
"Big surgeon!" I took quick steps over with my GoJane spiked heel-less platforms. Sometimes I wonder what the fuck I am thinking. With my 1.68m height I actually have no reason to wear a 1.5 inch tall platform to work in the Bar. Not to mention I wore cheap Rubi's 2 for $25 flats to work during the day time when it's a desk bound job and for this job I have to walk around the whole night.
"Big surgeon, why the sudden mood to come on a Tuesday night?" I pick 2 big ice cubes from the ice bucket into his empty rock glass, pour his bottle of Macallan 12 years till half full then add Pokka green tea. George loves his Macallan and green tea ratio to be 1:1.
"Cos I miss you and want to feel your siken tofu lo" George's fingers slides down my arms as he said so.
"Well, I've got silken tofu skin is also because of you." I move myself closer to George, leaning my breast against his muscular arms. My pointy nipples sends him some electric shock down his spine and I can totally feel it from the tip of my nipples.
From appearance you can never tell George's occupation. Muscular bulky figure with tattoos on his left arm, speaks English with all the singlish elements like "lah", "lo", "leh" and wears funky colors contact lens like violet, pinks and blues. He loves wearing clothes that would expose his tattoo but apparently when he's at work he would dress and behave like a surgeon, wearing frameless spectacles and long sleeves, speaks perfect "typical ATAS" English like an Ang Moh.
How I know? Because I was his first patient in his clinic and he was the one I gave my virginity to. George is a cosmetic surgeon who does aesthetic surgeries, both invasive and non invasive.
Hell no, he didn't give me my perky boobs. I was his first patient for laser hair removal. I owe my hairless body from neck down to him.
I met George in the pub when I was 21. Back then, he just completed his studies and was intending to open his own clinic. Coming from a wealthy family background, it wasn't difficult that he got his funds from his dad and opened his own clinic a year later.
Don't laugh, but as much as with all the trainings I had with Adrian, I insisted that I must keep my hymen until 21. I've done almost everything from handjobs, blowjobs, catbath, painting to fingering assholes (with condoms on of course!) with different guys but I refused to let anyone poke into my virgina and break my hymen. Which is also the reason why I do all my sexual actions in the public; in case the guy insist to push his luck and stick his dick into me I can run away. *evil grins and sticks out tongue*
George was then considered as my first "boyfriend". We happened to "chance upon" each other on my 21st birthday when I'm having my birthday celebration in the pub. After all these years of keeping my hymen intact I can't wait to find a good catch that night, breaking it open to more sexual adventures. He happened to be the "lucky" one.
"Lucky one"?
I don't know if he should be considered lucky or unlucky because back then it hurts so much that I screamed out loud in his home, woke his parents up and they came knocking at his room door while we're both naked and he just manage to penetrate into my tight pussy in missionary position. Sadly unlike all those stupid soap dramas on Channel 8, I never bleed at all. Not even a single drip.
Since that night, George started calling me "dear" and I also can't be bothered to stop him from doing so. He moved into his own studio apartment and I joined him when I was 22, and hence I can't go around my neighborhood naked like how I used to do so anymore. From then on we had sex almost every other night, trying all sorts of positions each time.
Being a cosmetic surgeon himself he refused to let me go through any cosmetic procedures as he calls me his "natural beauty". But being very particular about hair, he bought a hair removal laser machine and I was his guinea pig, having all my hair removed by him. Yes, pussy hair included.
George is also the only one who knows about my secret in the day and night because of that 17 months staying with him. We "broke off" eventually because I told him I'm a bisexual and his 4.5 inch really isn't enough to satisfy my sex drive. But in actual fact…
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