(Fiction or Non-Fiction You Decide) KTV SS Senior (short story)

[marcussia]

(This story may or may not be true. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or places is purely coincidental—or perhaps not. Interpretations are left to the reader’s discretion.)

With the growing use of AI language models, this story has been rewritten by one of the most widely used LLMs, with a few tweaks. So, it might be a bit exaggerated! So take it with a pinch of salt.

It was in t the early 90's and my bro's brought me out to my first experience in KTV lounges. This was an old KTV in Katong, not the atas kind in the central SG. Though my first, it was an experience to remember...

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Name: Ice
Background: Secondary School Senior from the Technical Stream, typical ah lian kind.
Looks: Older and more mature looking than her actual age
Boobs: Large, but starting to sag a bit, nice big round areolas with protruding nipples (not too long)
Body: On the larger size, with slight tummy, wide hips with some thick buns around the back.

First Time KTV Experience

I think it was in the '90s, and it was my first time at a KTV. The place was located in one of those shady Katong shops, with two floors—the ground floor had an open area, while the second floor had private rooms.

Being the youngest in the group, my friends were experienced regulars and mentioned that there were Singaporean "ah lians" (back then, they were my favourite type) working there. I'll skip the SOP stuff and get straight to the juicy details.

The mamasan brought in a line-up of about 6 or 7 girls, and one of them instantly caught my eye. It was someone I recognized from my secondary school days, she was one of the technical streams "ah lians," small time school "Da Jie Da". I can’t remember her real name, but her KTV nickname was "Ice."

She wasn't the typical skinny "ah lian" type, but rather a bit plump with some love handles around her tummy. Life didn’t seem to have been too kind to her. Despite having graduated from secondary school only a few years earlier (I think she was around 20 or 21 at the time), she looked more like someone in her late 20s or early 30s. With thick, caked-on makeup, highlighted hair, and wearing a spaghetti strap top covered by a weathered leather jacket and a short mini skirt, she looked like the kind of hooker you’d see in American movies complete with black lace stockings, some small scratches, and all.

Drinking and playing hand games were the standard SOP. But since it was my first time, she took more of the initiative, after asking the question she “第一次啊?" (First time?). Being a young man with a bit of ego, I brushed it off and told her I was a seasoned player. But seeing how my friends were all playing with their girls I couldn’t help but realize that I probably looked like an inexperienced boy, like it was my first time in a place like this.

All around us, kissing, fondling, and other intimate activities were in full swing, yet I was the only one sitting with my girl, simply resting my hand on her thigh with the occasional fingers brushing against her G-string.

The most experienced of my friends had his girl perched on his lap, with her thighs spread wide. He tugged down her top, pulling her close as he sucked on her breasts, one hand on her back while the other ventured beneath, trying to finger her. He was a regular here, and she was his regular.

"Ice," noticing my hesitation, took the lead. She gently grasped my hand and guided it to her chest. My fingers met the soft warmth of her breast, and as I hesitantly began to knead, I realized there was no innerwear underneath her top. Her breasts were small "C" cup-sized, though slightly deflated (most likely due to previous pregnancy). As I continued, her nipples grew firm under my touch, and I felt a twinge of excitement. Perhaps in my nervousness, I applied too much pressure, causing her to let out a soft cry. Startled, I quickly withdrew my hand, worried I’d hurt her. But she simply took my hand again, placing it back with purpose, guiding it underneath as she pulled me closer. Our lips met in a deep, passionate kiss.

The alcohol in my system left me feeling looser, my inhibitions fading. One hand continued to explore her chest playing with her now erected nipples, while the other ventured lower, encountering the heat emanating from her body. My own arousal was undeniable, pressing against my shorts. Meanwhile, her hands roamed as well, one brushing my hair, the other teasing the growing bulge in my lap, heightening the intensity between us.

The moment grew more intense as my finger began to explore her now damp and inviting warmth pussy. Suddenly, the TV screens flickered, flashing a code in the corner, and a sudden burst of music filled the room. "Ice" noticed and gently stopped me, pulling my hand away. Leaning close, she whispered softly in my ear, "等我 (wait for me)." Reluctantly, I let her go.

We returned to drinking and partying, my friends teasing me for being the "hero" of the day. They joked about how "Ice" was usually lukewarm towards them, only going the extra when the money was meeting the point. Their words didn't surprise me, but they stirred an ache in my chest. Hearing about the explicit things she supposedly did for money made me feel a pang of guilt for a senior schoolmate, now caught in such a life. But that feeling didn’t linger for long; the alcohol and the lively atmosphere took over, dulling those emotions as we move back into the party.

[junior_cannibal]

Nice thread. Thanks TS.

[TanYL]

[QUOTE=marcussia;24147958](This story may or may not be true. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or places is purely coincidental—or perhaps not. Interpretations are left to the reader’s discretion.)

With the growing use of AI language models, this story has been rewritten by one of the most widely used LLMs, with a few tweaks. So, it might be a bit exaggerated! So take it with a pinch of salt.

It was in t the early 90's and my bro's brought me out to my first experience in KTV lounges. This was an old KTV in Katong, not the atas kind in the central SG. Though my first, it was an experience to remember...

Profile
Name: Ice
Background: Secondary School Senior from the Technical Stream, typical ah lian kind.
Looks: Older and more mature looking than her actual age
Boobs: Large, but starting to sag a bit, nice big round areolas with protruding nipples (not too long)
Body: On the larger size, with slight tummy, wide hips with some thick buns around the back.

First Time KTV Experience

I think it was in the '90s, and it was my first time at a KTV. The place was located in one of those shady Katong shops, with two floors—the ground floor had an open area, while the second floor had private rooms.

Being the youngest in the group, my friends were experienced regulars and mentioned that there were Singaporean "ah lians" (back then, they were my favourite type) working there. I'll skip the SOP stuff and get straight to the juicy details.



So many stories you can go and be a author for sex books

[Ranger1]

Originally Posted by junior_cannibal

Nice thread. Thanks TS.

Power bro...

[Orange22]

Very good start bro. Please continue!

[marcussia]

Special Event

"Ice" returned noticeably more intoxicated than when she had left. Her top was slightly dishevelled, misaligned on her body as though it had been hastily removed and put back on. She walked with a slight limp, her legs spaced a bit further apart, struggling to maintain her balance in her long heels. It wasn’t hard to guess what might have happened while she was away.

When she softly fell into my arms, I noticed smudges of lipstick still faintly visible on her face, though it seemed she had tried to clean them up and reapplied a fresh layer. Her mascara was slightly smudged as well, but unlike her lipstick, it hadn’t been touched up. Her black lace stockings were conspicuously missing, seemingly removed at some point.

Taking a sip of my drink, I set the thoughts aside as we picked up right where we had left off.

"我要 (I want)," she murmured, her voice husky and charged with desire. As the dim lights flickered and the pulse of techno music filled the room, she climbed onto me with a confident sway. Her movements were deliberate, every grind of her pussy on the bulge in my pants was a tantalizing tease, our mouths meeting in fiery, unrestrained kisses.

She tugged her top upward, her bare skin glowing in the muted light as she pulled my face into her soft, inviting bosoms. My hands roamed instinctively, lifting the hem of her miniskirt. The curve of her body melted into my touch as I parted her ass cheeks, fingers slipping beneath the delicate barrier of her G-string. The heat of pussy met my tentative exploration, a slick warmth teasing at the tip of my finger as it penetrated.

“有套吗? (Do you have a condom?)” she whispered, pulling back her body just enough to let her words settle between us. Her hands slid to my waistband, tugging my pants downward, her gaze locking on the hardness of my cock that pulsed with urgency between us.

Inwardly, I cursed myself for ignoring my friends' advice to restock. I scanned the room for salvation, my friends who are lost in their own worlds with their partners, had no time to spare for me, as the moans and lust filled the room.

Sensing my disappointment, she leaned in close, her breath brushing my ear. “不用紧，我用口 (It's okay, I'll use my mouth),” she said with a wicked smile. Sliding from my lap, her soft and warm hands holding on my cock, she tilted her head to take control in a way that left no room for resistance.

Her lips parted with a deliberate slowness, as her tongue licked her newly applied lipstick, a flicker of lust in her gaze as she leaned closer. The warmth of her breath sent shivers down my spine, and the first touch was electric, a gentle, teasing caress of my cock in her hands that hinted at her intent. Her movements were unhurried, deliberate, and filled with a practiced rhythm as her tongue licked my cock, the slow and wet sensation spoke of her experience in her skills.

She held shaft delicately, her fingers curling around my cock as she brought it closer. Her lips parted slightly, and the first touch of her saliva coated tongue met my cock. She started at the very top, savouring the throbbing hardness as it twitched on at the first touch. Each lick was deliberate, drawing intricate spirals on the shaft, a quiet rhythm of enjoyment.

With every pass, the once towering cock disappeared into her mouth under her steady attention. Her eyes sparkled with a slight disorientation before switching to a moment of bliss etched into her face as I pushed my cock suddenly deeper into her throat. Bit by bit, she worked her way, with the motion of her head getting faster. As the motion sped up, my last line of resistance was disappearing as my body started twitching for the final finale of release.

"要射了 (I want to shoot)" as both hands instinctively grab hold of her head, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth, as I started to unload my cum. She started gagging as it filled her mouth, with the last drop of release, she releases my now slowly going soft cock. A sweeping lick, catching the last traces of oozing cum clinging to its edges. A soft smile played on her lips as she finished, savouring the last moment before the drained cock soften lightly between her fingers.

I found my hand moving instinctively, fingers still tangling in her hair, guiding her gently but firmly back to clean up the remaining cum on my cock. She held the now limp cock delicately, but a soft trail of left over cum and saliva was still on the shaft, slipping onto her fingers. Without hesitation, she leaned forward as I pushed her down, her tongue sweeping across the shaft to catch the dripping sweetness. Her eyes fluttered shut momentarily, as if savouring every trace of the creamy delight, a small smile of indulgence curling on her lips.

The timing was perfect. We wrapped up just as the special event ended, the lights gradually brightening and the upbeat techno music transitioning back to the familiar KTV tracks we had selected earlier. “Ice” sat up, adjusting her outfit—straightening her top and smoothing out her mini skirt. I caught a glimpse of her fixing her G-string, which had slipped down to her thighs.

I began tidying up as well, reaching for tissues from the box on the table to clean myself up. Around the room, my friends had mostly finished by now. They were already back to drinking and playing games with their ladies. The eldest in our group glanced my way, offering an approving wink and a subtle thumb-up, his gesture a wordless “well done.”

By the time “Ice” had finished getting herself in order, she slid into the seat beside me. We returned to the rhythm of the night—drinking, singing, and indulging in playful flirtation.

As our session drew closer to its end, “Ice” left the room twice more, only to return each time to collect her tips. The extra service, as I’d come to understand, was worth an additional $100 on top of the usual rate. Even so, that wasn’t quite the end.

[junior_cannibal]

NICE update, though it's just a BBBJ and CIM.
Love your writing style. Please bring on the CIP and more.

[Barli]

Hmmmm, really ah