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Loved the update
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(Continuation)
I was really feeling very tired. Slept just a few hours the night before as I was watching Champions League football live. And after a long day at work, I had to make sure Teri got, you know, fed properly. But I was also smiling ear to ear to myself as I made the short drive home. - - - - - I continued seeing Teri for four more times if I recall correctly, before she went back to China ahead of Chinese New Year. I did not patronize the upmarket KTV that she worked in, mainly because it was too expensive for me. As for Teri, a pattern emerged. She would “date” me every three to four weeks. Most of the time, I would meet with her, unless I was overseas on a work trip. As a personal guideline, I do not initiate dating “leisure and recreation companions” outside of patronizing them at their workplace. It is my way of “not getting too involved” other than seeing them in the capacity of a paying customer. But I hardly decline requests to meet outside their work place, if it was someone I don’t mind, like Teri. My rationale is if they ask me out, chances are they are comfortable with me, which can be “brownie points” for me. Teri doesn’t say much about her personal stuff, neither does she ask about mine. I like it this way. Which is one of the reasons why I am very comfortable with Teri, and vice-versa. She would text me “…I want to eat Japanese food with you…”, or Korean, or Thai, or whatever. My attitude was (and continues to be), I am happy to treat a companion to dinner, but if she starts having more requests I am uncomfortable with, I would simply decline to meet anymore. During our so-called “dates”, we ate at nice, mid-tier restaurants, nothing fancy or exorbitant cost-wise. As much as possible, I would make the effort to change out of my business attire, meeting Teri in more relaxed clothes as she always dressed casually (with a dash of sexiness) when we met. They were casual evenings where we enjoyed each other’s company, good food, a bottle of wine and small talk, mostly related to her queries (she can be an inquisitive person), but almost never about each other’s personal life or work. I would send her home after dinner since I drive. And without fail, she would invite me upstairs for coffee at her place. And a smoke. As smokers would appreciate, it is not always easy to find a place for coffee and a cigarette post dinner. I also observed that Teri was not really a coffee drinker, but she would have 3-in-1 coffee sachets at home, and she would mostly drink Chinese tea. Another observation about Teri, she seemed to struggle with Singapore’s humidity, and taking a shower took precedence each time we were back at her place after dinner. Inevitably, she would ask me to wash-up, too, which I had no reason to decline. - - - - - It had become “normal” for Teri and I, wearing just our underwear, to be smoking by her room window after showering. I don’t know how to explain the dynamics. After finishing our smoke, we would naturally lay in bed and cuddle. And given Teri’s physical attractiveness, it was a forgone conclusion that I carried a permanent hard-on every time I was by her side, in bed, our semi-naked bodies feeling each other’s warmth. Teri also never failed to be amazed why my cock was perpetually rock hard and “swollen” (“zhong”, 3rd tone in pinyin, in her words). “Chi yao la?” (took medication?), I remembered she once asked me. “Chi le hui gao si ni” (eating it (medication) will “kill” you, which can be contextualized as I will fuck her endlessly if I took medication), I told her. She also developed a habit of rubbing the tip of my penis, playing with my salivating cock head. Perhaps she knew it would be reciprocated with my fingers “walking” around the entrance of her pussy, stimulating her until my sticky fingers naturally spread her juice onto her bushy patch of pubic hair. I would then go down on her as her fingers slipped away from playing with my cock. Each time she wanted a deeper tongue lashing, she would open her legs a little wider so my tongue can go about its task unencumbered. Teri can be (though not always) fair and considerate as a sexual partner. To the extent that she not only received, but gave as well. I think it had to do with the concept of “receive then reward”. Once she’s suitably aroused and had her level of horniness escalated, she would engulf my whole cock into her mouth, as a form of reward to me. Her head was bobbing up and down, and the slurping sound was getting louder. I continued squeezing her soft breasts, and intentionally “clipping” her erected nipples between my fingers for effect. I did not fail to notice that her right hand had moved down to her pussy. She was using her index and middle fingers to rub her own clitoris… I was enjoying being passionately slurped by her hardworking mouth but at the same time trying not to be over enthusiastic… I didn’t want to come in her mouth, I needed to maintain the full body of my cock, to be able to comprehensively stuff it into her lovely pussy the way she liked, and wanted it,… (To be continued) |
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Fantastic story bro, please keep going!
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Just curious - @Online2Offline - the episodes with Teri are pre covid or already during COVID? thank you.
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Bros, thanks for your continuous support!
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It helps me lots! |
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My pleasure. Curious why it helps...
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(Continuation)
I did not fail to notice that her right hand had moved down to her pussy. She was using her index and middle fingers to rub her own clitoris… I was enjoying being nicely slurped by her hardworking mouth but at the same time trying not to be over enthusiastic… I didn’t want to come in her mouth, I needed to maintain the full body of my cock, to be able to comprehensively stuff it into her lovely pussy the way she liked, and wanted it,… - - - - - It pleases me a lot when my companion is having a genuinely good time sexually. I have been lucky, and grateful, through the years to have encountered MLs who were willing to indulge in sexual intercourse with me (complimentary services) and presumably I was able to satisfy their needs, besides my own lust. But increasingly, I found Teri in a league of her own. When she “wants it”, it wasn’t just the physical craving. She genuinely wanted an immersive experience, and she was not shy to indicate her preferences or help pleasure herself. Seeing how Teri was close to masturbating herself, I patted her head lightly with the intent of less intrusively interrupting her pleasuring of herself, and of course for her to detach her mouth from my cock. I quickly hopped off the bed to take the condom from my jeans nearly. My cock was sufficiently hard and ready for high level action. However, I felt Teri was not done with pleasuring herself. I made Teri spread her legs wider and started licking her inner thighs, inching slowly but surely closer to her pussy region. Although I could not see her face, I felt her sense of anticipation as my tongue went closer, and closer, to the edge of her love hole, bravely overcoming her pubic hair along the way. As soon as the tip of my tongue made contact with her pussy lips, I felt a gentle jerk from her body, and as my tongue tunnelled progressively into her vagina, she started bringing her legs inwards towards my head. Her thighs have now “locked in” my head, giving me little latitude to move. All my energy and focus fell onto my tongue as it explored deeper into her love hole, pushing and twirling as far as it can go. Unfortunately it did not last long as I began to gasp for air. Holding on to my excited and throbbing cock, I was about to insert it into Teri’s pussy but she stopped me. She held my cock and started brushing the surrounds of her vagina with the tip of my cock. I arched my body so Teri could continue doing what she was doing, and additionally I started licking her hardened nipples in equal measure, making sure she had a well-balanced sensation on both nipples. I then started sucking her nipple and the top portion of her breast at one go, and Teri began to rub the tip of my cock at the entrance of her pussy. After a minute or so, I no longer could endure the tease that Teri had inflicted onto my cock. I stopped attacking her breasts with my mouth, leaned back, and pushed my cock firmly into her wet hole. “Ahhhhhrrrrr…….”, Teri cried out unashamedly as she finally relented and allowed me to take control. I left my cock inside her pussy, without moving, for several seconds, giving her a short window to process the feeling of a fully erected cock completely submerged into her. I pulled my cock out and re-inserted into her, still in missionary position. After a few crisp, forceful thrusts, Teri wriggled free and went on all fours. No words need to be spoken. I placed my lengthy cock between her butt crack and intentionally spread her pussy juice onto the lining leading to her pussy from the back. I slapped her buttocks, pressing it down, into a lowered position that best accommodated the height and angle of my massive cock’s entry into her dripping pussy from behind. “Ahhhhhrrrrr…”, Teri cried out again, lounder than before. Holding her waist, I plunged my cock purposefully into her, thrusting in and out until I was satisfied with the constant “piak piak” sound it created. It was the first time that I was doing it doggy with Teri, and it made me super-duper high. Teri, too, seemed to have discovered a new avenue to enjoy the sex. “Bie ting, kuai dian, kuai dian!” (don’t stop, faster, faster!), Teri begged in a muffled voice. It didn’t matter. I could not stop and I was automatically whacking her from behind faster and faster and faster. I kept my left hand on the left side of her waist and managed to slide my right hand to squeeze her right breast while continuing to poke Teri vigorously. In a matter of seconds, Teri collapsed onto the bed, face down, as my cock was involuntarily ejected from her pussy. “Wo yao she le!” (I’m going to ejaculate!), I alerted Teri. In a split second, Teri turned over and opened her legs for me. I could already feel the rush of my sperm but somehow I managed to plunge my cock into her pussy before my cock vomited a substantial load of sperm, clogging the condom. Those few, precious seconds, felt like a suspense thriller. I was on the verge of ejaculating and looking for a pussy to grip my cock as the sperm prepared to explode. Thankfully, Teri was able to co-ordinate seamlessly in a timely manner. I rested my appreciative cock inside her warm, sticky pussy until I felt the final drops of sperm were expensed. (To be continued) |
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(Continuation)
Those few, precious seconds, felt like a suspense thriller. I was on the verge of ejaculating and looking for a pussy to grip my cock as the sperm prepared to explode. Thankfully, Teri was able to co-ordinate seamlessly in a timely manner. I rested my appreciative cock inside her warm, sticky pussy until I felt the final drops of sperm were expensed. - - - - - Teri remains a mystery to me till today. I first met her in 2014, when she was 22. If I recall correctly, she had two stints in 2014 and 2015 respectively, each stint was no longer than three or four months. I do remember clearly that she did not come to Singapore in 2016. Why? Because I ended up meeting her in China that year….. I am aware that Teri is from Guangdong province, one of the very little personal details I know about her. Simply because she once mentioned “…back home in Guangdong, we don’t cook it this way…” when we were out for a meal. As you may know, GD is China’s wealthiest region with a population in excess of 125 million people. “Wo xia zhou zai Guangzhou kai hui” (I’m in Guangzhou for a meeting next week), I texted Teri. (Guangzhou is the capital city of Guangdong province). “Ji hao, zhu na” (what date, stay where), Teri replied almost immediately. I was both surprised and happy. As I had mentioned before, I do not proactively keep in touch with my “leisure and recreation companions”. It was the same with Teri. She would let me know if she was back in Singapore. Otherwise we have no contact. As I had not seen or contacted Teri for nearly a year, I decided to let her know I was going to be in her province. Her swift reply indicated she was responsive to me, and fast forward, we had arranged to meet. Having gotten work stuff out of the way, I kept the evening free and waited for Teri at my 5-star hotel lobby as Teri suggested. Just arrived at your hotel, see you at the lobby, Teri texted me in Chinese just after 5.30pm. Five minutes later, Teri walked towards me in the busy hotel lobby. She wore an all-black ensemble - a black t-shirt with matching black, baggy pants, topped up with a black baseball cap, a light grey scarf loosely hung around her neck, and a contrasting pair of white leather sneakers. They were all Y3 branded, with the inconspicuous logo highlighted in bright orange colour. Her sling bag was also from Y3. That evening, Teri treated me to a Japanese cuisine dinner. It was not a swanky restaurant, but the quality of the meal and the atmosphere was good. “Qu na he ka fei?” (where shall we go for coffee?), I asked Teri after dinner. She looked at the time on her phone. It was about 8pm. “Ni jiu dian”, she said, much to my delight. In fact, I would have suggested we go back to the hotel after coffee, as I had genuinely forgotten to pass her the “bak kwa” I bought from Changi Airport, the only request she had for me. We ended up at the club floor at the hotel, where I had access to. Save for a few westerners in suits, it was quiet. After Teri finished her second cup of Chinese tea, she declined a refill from the attentive server. Let’s go to my room, I need to pass you the “bak kwa” I brought over, I said to Teri. “Hao niu!” (literally translated as “Good Cow!”, a China slang for awesome), Teri exclaimed as I put on the lights upon entering the room. I had been assigned an executive suite with a 270-degree view of the Zhujiang business district skyline through a floor to ceiling glass wall. (It's like being at Marina Bay Sands and looking across at the lighted CBD buildings at night). Teri dropped her bag on the sofa and self-invited herself to inspect the suite. I settled down on the sofa and lit a cigarette, I was dying for a smoke since I was having coffee a little earlier. When do you leave, Teri asked me as she returned back to the living room from the bedroom. Tomorrow after breakfast, I told her, as I had an early afternoon flight to Shanghai. “Jin wan ni yi ge ren ma?” (Are you alone tonight?), Teri asked, sheepishly. I nearly choked on my cigarette. It was a familiar line I get asked frequently whenever I am alone at a hotel bar in China. (I habitually end my night with a drink, or three, back at my hotel bar when I travel). But I was not about to tell Teri, cause I did not view her as a hooker. I looked into Teri’s earnest eyes, and held both her hands. It was the first time I was holding her hands since we met several hours ago. “Pei wo” (stay with me), I said solemnly. (To be continued) |
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Haha. Helps me to fantasize….
It’s just me. I’m kaypoh and I view your narrative not as a fiction but as a autobiographical account, so knowing the context helps me to process. Thought a lot of people are like me. Isn’t that why people send their free time watching the COP on Khan’s lie? No? |
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I hesitate using some of the the ladies’ known “working names” and exact time periods, especially those who were/are popular and/or may potentially come back to work in Singapore, so they would not be identifiable and potentially hassled for off-menu services. Even I myself am surprised, looking back at some of the ladies I got to sleep with, as I started writing the stories. It’s not just the “complimentary sex” part, it’s who they are - popular MLs known to decline fat bonuses for sex. |
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Enjoying the story TS, please keep it coming!
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