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Servicing the Club
Christmas season was looking good for Melissa, as a student who also models part-time. Many firms were looking to come up with some promotional activity for the festive season and Melissa had already participated in various shoots thus far. A healthy injection of funds into her abysmal bank account. See, the problem with Melissa’s modelling career is that she’s average in an industry brimming with attractiveness. On the streets, Melissa will probably turn most heads, but in the industry she had nothing special. She’s ethnically chinese, like 70% of the models, has decent height, long hair, is generally slim and fair like most others, without being especially gifted/asset-heavy anywhere in particular. Her latest job for the season required her to wear a bikini, but Melissa wasn’t exactly worried as it wasn’t her first time and the expected earnings were good. The whole concept for the club was to promote the place for Christmas, with the special being bikini-donning service staff. In fact, Melissa had already finished the shoot for the physical and online posters, a rather cute and sexy idea where the models had to individually and collectively pose in red bikinis, heels and Santa hats. All that is left now is for the actual day’s work, which Melissa was told could entail more remuneration since they will be allowed to keep all the tips that they’d received. It was all good fun for Melissa, especially since she had the chance to learn basic cocktails from actual bartenders for the upcoming event. Playing with alcohol that she’d never even drunk before, trying out cocktails specials that were created for the event specifically, Melissa was in fact quite looking forward to it (and the tips). In the blink of an eye, the long-awaited day arrived for Melissa. Dolling up at the resting quarters alongside other not very well-known models, Melissa scoffed internally at all the make-up, bra padding that they were putting on. Who were they trying to impress in a nightclub where most people could barely see you? Come showtime, the club was instantly packed to the brim with party-goers trying to have a good time this Christmas. One simply could not walk from point A to point B within the club without bumping or scraping past another human being. Working at the bar counter, Melissa was happily mixing her drinks, trying to put on her best smile in the hopes for more tips. Sadly, despite the festive season, no one was in a tipping mood, in turn leaving Melissa in a rather sour mood. “Hey Mel, drinks order for VIP table 2 just came in. Could you prepare them and send them over?” the manager called. “Oh sure, lemme have a look.” A few gin and tonics, some specials here and there, trays of tequila shots, nothing too difficult for Melissa. She was thrilled at the prospect of delivering drinks to a VIP table. Surely if any tips were to be earned tonight, it had to be from a VIP table right? Those are probably either really rich people, or rather influential people to be able to get a VIP table on Christmas eve. Probably both? Enthusiastically, Melissa gathered all the required drinks on one of those huge, round and brown serving trays typically used by waiters serving courses in hotel wedding dinners. It was heavy and required much effort from Melissa to carry. Careful and fearful of the crowd, Melissa embarked on her journey to the VIP table on the far side of the dance floor. She could barely take two steps before brushing by someone or having someone bump into her, putting her drinks in a rather precarious state. Each time was a mild scare or a near-miss as Melissa focused on her task, which was not made easy with the heels that they had to wear for tonight's assignment About halfway through her route, the crowd got worse and Melissa had to fight tooth and nail to forge ahead. Squeezing past high or drunk party-goers, she would frequently be knocked into, either accidentally or intentionally given that she was after all, only wearing heels and a bikini. Soon, Melissa began to realise it may no longer be innocent body contact that she was receiving. Rather, some were intentionally bumping into her, or copping a feel of her much-exposed ass as she squeezed by. To Melissa's horror, with each passing bump or palm, she could feel her bikini bottoms getting looser, presumably from all the grinding. Little did she know, some of those exploratory hands were indeed tugging at the knots of her outfit, loosening them bit by bit on both sides. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, Melissa gritted her teeth and persevered through the crowd, hoping to reach her destination quickly without any more hiccups. Unfortunately, fate was not on Melissa's side as her bottoms came completely free as she was 80% through. She looked down in desperation to see where it could have gone, but the human tide was unstoppable and she was quickly swept along, away from where her bottoms were left. Completely barren below, her forest trimmed to a clean, straight strip, Melissa was at a loss. The drinks were still in her hands and she still had her task. Turning back now would entail going through the massive crowd bottomless again, with her task failed and no tips. Whereas persevering a little and she'd reach her destination, albeit missing one important piece of clothing. Melissa chose the latter, sealing her fate for the rest of the evening. Unbeknownst to Melissa, it was not only the knots of her bottoms that were coming loose. So when she finally turned up at the VIP table, she was instantly the center of attention as both the male and female VIP guests stared at her completely exposed mound. "Wow! Talk about special service man!" Melissa heard one of them say. Bending over to clear some space for the tray, it was the exact moment her the knot of the bikini top came undone, the straps snapping open and out in front. "AHHH! NOO!" Melissa exclaimed. "Whooo! Damn girl!" Cheered her guests as the rest of Melissa came into view. "Come come let us help you." Two of the male guests called out. Thinking that they were coming to her rescue, Melissa was so grateful, until the two guys surrounded her and instead of helping her take the drinks off the tray onto the table, they instead helped themselves to her, fully pulling off her bikini top and tossing it into the crowd. Having nothing but her Santa hat and heels on, blood drained from Melissa's face at the situation. Before she could react, Melissa was roughly shoved into the crowd, the two male VIPs following closely behind her. They were quick to take advantage of the helpless student, who could only shield herself desperately with her arms across her chest and groin. However, that barely did anything as Melissa quickly felt two fingers shoving into her cunt from behind, causing her to wince at the sudden intrusion. She attempted to push the hand away, but her arms were quickly gotten hold of by strong hands, leaving her unable to defend herself. Her body was plundered, her neck, shoulders, waist all touched and harassed as she could only look on desperately at the bar that now seemed so far away. People surrounded her on every front, leaving her unable to leave the situation. The fingers in her cunt were working vigorously to get a reaction from her, which a young body like hers quickly surrendered to. Before Melissa knew it, she was soaking wet, her breasts attacked and her womanhood wanting more. Closure came quickly as Melissa was bent forward and penetrated right there in the middle of the dance floor from behind. Her breasts swung wildly at the rough action as she moaned hard against her will. Usually, something like this will result in the action being tossed out of the club immediately. However, Melissa was wearing the Santa hat that identified her as staff, and the guy fucking her was an important VIP so the action was never interrupted. In fact, it got worse as the other VIP took his turn with her when the first finished deep within Melissa, earning a deep-throated groan from Melissa when she felt jets spurting into her tubes. Disoriented, Melissa felt someone grab her chin in a tight vice and pour drinks down her throat while the action behind continued. Melissa had no idea how long she had been fucked or how many shots she drained when the club spotlight shone right at her. The light blinded her eyes and she squinted at the rude intrusion. Little did she realise that the scene of her getting roughed up was now being projected onto the screen as the DJ focused the club's attention at the model who was getting fucked right in the middle of the club. This only garnered more attention as now men were pushing to get close to the action, an even worse rate for Melissa. Spitroasted for the first time in her life, Melissa could only close her eyes in embarrassment as the screen showed multiple men using her at the same time, groping, biting, licking any part of her body available. … When the music stopped and the lights came on, Melissa had lost everything. Her Santa hat and heels were long gone, alongside any ounce of self-respect she may have had. She laid lifeless on the ground, no longer bothered enough to hide her nakedness when the lights came on. Silently, someone picked her up, the fate of the rest of her night unknown... Last edited by antyhowacc; 12-09-2022 at 01:26 AM. |
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Re: Short Stories written for fun
Nice update TS, more please
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Sneakers only
“Babe, check your phone.” whispered Aries, in her boyfriend, Brad’s ear. *Babe I’m so horny now. Quickie in the room upstairs? Was the message shining brightly on Brad’s phone. Brad turned quickly to Aries, trying to discern if she was serious about the matter, his blood rushing southwards. The couple were at a 2-storey chalet somewhere in the east of Singapore, with a bunch of friends at the end of the year when the school semesters were over. Everyone had gathered in the living room on the first floor to play some board games. But as with people their age, the games were pretty much just to pass the time, with the focus really more on the drinking, jibbing and jabbing. Aries and Brad were the only couple there, although everyone was pretty much acquainted with everyone else. Making some lame excuse, the couple excused themselves upstairs. Aries had wanted to sneak into any one of the rooms, but they quickly realised some of them may be occupied or have someone come in at any point. Instead, they chose to pack themselves into the toilet, the excitement buzzing in their ears. “Babe, fuck me fuck me.” Aries purred seductively as she pulled her shirt over her head. Staring at the soft, bra-clad breasts, Brad couldn’t wait to dig in. But he couldn’t shake the fear that someone might catch them in the act, or realise what they were doing. Aries after all, wasn’t the quietest girl in the bedroom. A healthy compromise came to mind. “Suck me first babe. Get me hard so I can fuck you till you can barely stand” Brad replied. “Ughh yessss okay.” Aries slid to her knees and sought for her treasure. Brad’s bulging tool looked ready for any action, but Aries didn’t think before plunging in. Her mouth filled, Aries didn’t forget to look right at Brad as she sucked and twirled her tongue around his cap. Aries felt Brad tense up and knew what was coming, but only realised the implications later when shot after shot fired in her mouth. “You fucking came already?!” Aries asked accusingly. “Yes, yes, I’m sorry.” “Ughhhh!!! And now you’re gonna leave me high and dry instead? Asshole.” Aries spat. In a sour mood, Aries quickly dressed back up, her panties still wet from anticipation and joined the group, leaving Brad behind to his own devices. … “Yo, what do you think about Aries?” Don asked, casually as he evaluated the girls present that night “Aries? Man that girl has a suck-cock face yo. Bet she’s a horny bitch who eats dick well.” Chad replied. “Hahaha fuck you la. People’s boyfriend here la hor.” “Aiya, boyfriend only ma. She confirm not virgin one. Somemore looks like the type that needs to be constantly fucked one.” Chad said. “Who knows, maybe I become her boyfriend tonight leh?” “Haha fuck off dude. You think too much.” Thinking too much or not, Chad was interested in Aries. He wasn’t kidding about how he thought her face would look great with his dick in it. It wouldn’t be the first time he fantasized about it either. … Through the night, Chad was looking for his opportunities. Whenever he saw Aries alone, he would go over to chat and flirt. He would initiate contact, harmlessly at the beginning. “Oh hey look out!” Chad would say, as he circled his hands behind Aries and placed it on the small of her back, lightly pushing her towards his chest as someone passed by innocently. He would bump elbows into Aries “accidentally” whenever he could, pretend to slap away a mosquito that landed on her thigh; pretend that her perfume was familiar so he could repeatedly take close whiffs with her nose almost touching her neck. It was making Aries’ hair stand on edge, and Aries knew how wrong it was, but she was also spiteful at Brad for the earlier incident and was determined to enjoy this male attention. … Later in the night, someone suggested playing a variant of indian poker, with the losers having to strip. Other than the initiator, no one knew the rules of the game, but were all intrigued at the sexual turn the night was progressing into. Brad was clearly uncomfortable with it, and raised a short protest although he also wanted to see how his female friends looked with less clothes on. Aries stepped up to cut off his protests, claiming that since everyone present was single with the exception of them, if she was game then no one else should be allowed to sit out. With objections nullified, the game rules and punishments were explained. Basically, everyone had to hold up a poker card on their forehead (i.e. they can’t see their own card). Players then have to take turns shouting out 1 to 3 numbers (e.g. “1” or “1, 2”) ranging from 1 to 13 in ascending order. If the number(s) they shouted included the card they were holding, they had to accept the punishment. Every player gets 1 chance to “pass”. The punishment was set to be simple, the loser had to strip everything away, except for 1 piece of clothing, which the guys claimed were beneficial to the girls, since a long dress counts as 1 and basically shows nothing. As the game began, the guys naturally implicitly tried their best to get the girls to lose. And as expected 1 by 1 the ladies fall, having to retreat to the toilet for their punishment. To no one’s surprise, the losers mainly stuck with their dresses, or oversized shirts, which honestly didn’t show much. But the knowledge that the girls were basically commando underneath was often enough to drive the guys high. The ladies were also able to adapt quickly, causing guys in turn to be falling 1 by 1. Brad for example, was quickly left with only his undies in the corner as a spectator as the game continued. Impressively, Aries was still in the game and so was Chad. “Girl, you ready to strip next?” Chad taunted as he cupped Aries’ chin endearingly. “How about you get ready to let us all see your tiny dick Chad?” Aries answered, the tension in the air palpable. As it turns out, Aries eventually ended up the loser, having no passes left after dodging a bullet with it before. “Ahhh fuck man. You guys are such bullies.” Aries snorted. “Yah yah whatever, show us those tits” Chad taunted as he blatantly groped one of Aries’ breasts and pulled her into his embrace. “How about this” Chad whispered in Aries’ ear, “Come out showing everyone your slutty pussy and i’ll fuck you right here in front of your boyfriend.” before shoving her away. It all happened so quickly that Brad hardly noticed anything was amiss. … Aries knocked on the door twice, to signal that she’s ready to come out after stripping for her punishment. She was after all, the last surviving female present, so cheers were abound as anticipation built. When the door came ajar, everyone’s jaw dropped except Chad, who grinned devilishly. The 1 piece of clothing Aries chose was the pair of sneakers she wore to the chalet. Brad strode over quickly and protectively, only to have Aries shoo him away. “Fuck off Brad. I wanted you just now but you didn’t want me then. Now someone else wants me so you can go and fuck yourself.” Aries retorted. Aries cat-walked as seductively as she could, making sure to sway her hips from side to side as she made her way to Chad. “Hello there sexy~” Chad whispered, before spinning Aries around so she could face Brad. One of his hands snaked between her legs and the other cupping her bosom as he bit down hard on her neck. Aries shuddered and surrendered, her eyes in a daze, hazy with pleasure. Aries allowed herself to be taken as she looked upon her ex-boyfriend. This has got to be the best way to break-up that she has ever experienced… |
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Nice, can't wait to see what happen next!
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The Office Hook-up
Jade hated herself a tad bit more as she dressed for work that morning. She always knew that she was an attractive girl, and any company that hires her is just as, if not more than cognizant of that fact. But it's one thing to know and one thing to find yourself compelled, like Jade did, as she plumped up her breasts in the bright, red, lacy push-up bra. It was downright uncomfortable and disgusting, but exactly what was expected of her since they'll be signing a big contract with a client that morning. The expectation to dress well for a client is well-established, but insufficient for Jade's company. She was directly reprimanded by her boss about the rather long length of her office skirt, not unclasping enough buttons for her cleavage to show whenever it was time for contract signing. It was in many ways, a practical way for the office to tell you you're very much paid for how you look as well. Which honestly was sickening, as there was nothing more that Jade would want than to be recognized for her intellect, her work ethic (this stupid dress code included). But alas, reality is often cruel and her paycheck keeps her comfortable. So just slut it up and get it done. Jade could feel eyes stare down her white blouse as she shook their hands, staring at the alluring view she presented. Looks darted to what's in between her legs as she sat down and crossed them. Jade was pretty sure they could see her panties, but anything for the signature right? After the celebratory lunch, which Jade was sure just allowed the men (from her own company as well) to leer at her more, she got back down to business, cleaning up the necessary paperwork required to execute the contract. It was tougher and more intense than she'd expected, especially since there's no reason to give the client a chance to nullify the agreement. Before long Jade found herself continuing to slog away while her colleagues said their byes, until it seemed like it was only her alone, in the rather empty office. "Hey Jade! What are you doing so late in the office?" Gary, her co-worker called out as he approached her desk. Gary was a typical good-for-nothing millennial, never bothering to stay later in the office unless he absolutely had to. His work is at best mediocre, but he has always been friendly and flirty with everyone, somewhat making up for it. "Oh hi Gary, just working out a client's contract that was signed this morning." "This morning? In that slutty outfit?" Gary exclaimed. Jade was wearing typical office lady clothes in that it was a white blouse and black suit skirt, but that was where the similarities ended. Her bra was bright red underneath and clearly plumped up to showcase her figure and her skirt appeared so short it could barely contain more than was strictly necessary. To sum up, Jade looked more like something one would see in an adult film than in the office. “Excuse me!?” Jade spat, rage rising from within at the rude remark. She slammed her palm on her table and looked to get up from her chair, planning to take on an imposing stature and to give Gary a piece of her mind. Instead, Jade’s legs felt wobbly with the ridiculous heels she was wearing and Gary, instead of being intimidated, simply grabbed her and slammed her against the cupboards in her cubicle. “Wha..?” Jade could barely utter as she had the air knocked out of her temporarily. Her wrists were pinned together above her head, perversely showing more of her cleavage than was already planned. “Gary! Stop! This is the office!” Jade barked, trying her best intimidation tone. “What? So if it’s not the office you’re gonna let me do whatever I want?” Gary mocked. “No, that’s not what I meant…” Jade blushed at the retort. It had always been one of her favorite fantasies to be brutally taken at the office. But this was not what she had imagined, especially not with Gary, nor at her desk. “You’re such a slut, Jade. I bet you were just waiting for someone to fuck you up with that attire.” Gary continued, his hand snaking underneath Jade’s short skirt, tracing his fingers up her inner thighs towards the coveted warm cave. Admittedly, it has been too long since Jade got laid, given how busy her work was. So she was already wet and flowing now that something so close to her fantasy was happening. But she knew it was wrong, and that it was up to her to attempt to stop it, even if it proved futile. “Gary! No! Please stop!” Jade begged, her voice laced with desperation. If anything, it simply served to heighten Gary’s libido as he tugged Jade’s lacey red underwear to her knees and explored the unknown territory with his fingers. “No… No… OHHH~” Jade moaned as the first invasion began. Gary was definitely more skillful than she had thought. He had attacked her well-ignored clitoris first, which was already driving Jade nuts. Jade then felt herself spun around, her wrists still above her head as multiple fingers thrusted into her womanhood. Here she was, dressing like a slut, getting fingered like a slut. But instead of being embarrassed, she was thoroughly enjoying the rough treatment, something she herself had fantasized when she tried self-gratification. Before long, it was Jade who was urging Gary on instead. “Fuck me, Gary fuck me please.” Gary didn’t need to be asked twice as he unleashed his thirsty member and plunged right into Jade wet’s reserve. Jade’s skirt had by now bunched around her waist, showing off her well-toned ass, her panties landing right on her heels as she took Gary in, stroke by pleasurable stroke. Jade was so excruciating close when Gary pulled out and came on her back and ass. Jade’s disappointment was so intense it felt tangible, when she turned around and quickly began massaging Gary’s shrinking member with her hand. “What? That was not enough for you?” Gary asked, amused at the sight. “C’mon Gary, I was so close. Fuck me again?” Jade pleaded. “Haha fucking slut. Sure bitch. If you suck my dick and can get it back alive.” Gary mocked. Jade dropped to her knees in an instant, but Gary simply walked away. “No no… Here. Slut. Show the world what a slut you are.” Gary stated, as he waited by the full length window. Across from the window, lights on certain floors were still on, signifying that some offices still had staff working late. Jade hesitated for a moment, but decided to toss her concerns aside. After all, she was desperate and even if anyone saw them, they wouldn’t know who they were. Just some horny couple having fun in the office right? Jade got on her knees and took Gary in her mouth right in front of the window, slow and methodical, teasing as she felt Gary harden. In the blink of an eye, Jade’s wrists were once again held above her head, on the window as Gary penetrated her defenses the second time in the night. This time, in between each long and slow thrust, Gary continued to undress Jade, starting from her skirt, before going to each button of her blouse. Sickeningly, Gary never unclasped her bra, pulling down her cups instead so Jade’s tits would be seen all the same. It was in this position, Jade face and boobs mashed into the window with her wrists above her, Gary fucking her from behind, her blouse completely open and her bright red bra still on when Jade saw movement in one of the offices across them. Someone had just spotted her and Jade immediately spasmed into an orgasm at the knowledge, something Gary realised right away. “Oh my god you’re so tight!” Gary exclaimed as he could hold back no longer, cumming deep into the recesses of Jade’s womanhood. By the time her senses were back, the window of the office across had more than 1 spectator, causing Jade to quickly turn away and get dressed. This was undoubtedly one of the best sex she has ever had, and how she had never anticipated it only made it better. ... Unfortunately, Gary didn’t even acknowledge her during the rest of the week, causing a sullen mood for Jade to sulk in. He acted as if nothing had happened, and even Jade’s efforts to strike up a conversation was quickly dismissed. It was not until Friday when a seemingly innocent email from Gary landed in her inbox. “Work late tonight…?” |
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Nice story TS, more please
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Very well written update OP
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Nice update bro, look forward to next one!
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Fortune favors the brave
*knock knock "Hey!" A high voice called out, somewhat embarrassed, when I opened the door to my dorm room. The owner of the voice was a sweet, year 2 hallmate named Grace, whom I've seen here and there but aren't exactly acquainted with. "Hi? What's up? Do you need something?" I asked, considering the odd timing of the visit. It was pretty late even for hall life. "Erm… I'm kind of shy to say this, could I come in first?" "Sure. Sure…" "Erm, well, I've lost a bet with my friends and am supposed to blow a guy in our hall as punishment… I was hoping you would let me… you know… give you some pleasure…" Grace uttered, her cheeks peaking a rosy red as the words left her mouth. I was first elated, then suspicious, but it seemed like Grace caught on as she continued with, "Erm, please? Because I can't go back until I've fulfilled it and I really don't want to be asking around every guy… and you know, they said I might as well choose someone that I admired", before I could respond. "Right… I guess I could help you out, especially since I'm going to be the one enjoying it. What do we need to do?" I said sheepishly, though in my mind I was already on cloud nine at the godsend opportunity. Something the rapid pumping of blood down south agreed with. "As evidence, you're supposed to take photos of me with... you know, you in my mouth. And to prove your identity, you would need to take a second shot with both your face and me in the action…" Grace explained calmly. Grace handed me her phone, and was ready to drop to her knees when I asked if I could return her the favor before she started. "Well… the rules said nothing about that I guess…?" She replied timidly. "Well, in that case, I'm sure that there was nothing that said you had to be in the same attire when you're blowing me…" Swift to act, I found myself pinning Grace on my bed, her shorts at her ankles as I teased her with my fingers. Her soft gasps only served to harden my resolve as I dived in between her thighs, tongue on flesh as I devoured her sweet nectar. When I surfaced, I could tell she wanted me to fuck her as much as I wanted to myself plunge in her cavern. But when I pulled my weapon of choice out, she held me back and confessed that sex was out of the equation. In fact, Grace's boyfriend was the one who put her up to this, when they decided to spice things up in the bedroom. Somehow, the idea of her sucking on another man's dick turned him immensely on, enough for them to entertain the execution of the fantasy. As much as Grace was willingly to please, she thought she ought not to cross that line. Happy to oblige, I used my finger-fucked her instead, driving her to immeasurable pleasures. I also requested that she hid no part of herself from my eyes when we fulfilled the "bet", which Grace happily acceded to. So I found myself capturing Grace's gorgeous face on video as she wrapped her mouth around my flagpole, her womanhood still wet with arousal. I couldn't help myself but to grab at her soft melons, moaning hard when she circled the tip with her tongue and finished with a little bit of teeth. She took my full load in her mouth, and swallowed without hesitation, something that definitely caught me by surprise. Before I knew it, I had completely hard again at this beast of a seemingly innocent girl. Grabbing Grace as she was putting on her top, I traced my fingers between her legs again, spreading her wetness and enjoying her arousal as I whispered in her ear. "Does it still count as cheating if I play here instead…?" Sliding my fingers further down from her slit to her dark star. "Mmmm" Grace moaned appreciatively, "Maybe not… but we really shouldn't…" "Really…?" I taunted, as I stuffed my fingers right back up in her moist abalone, attacking her neck and breasts concurrently. "Oh! OHHH!!! You… you're so good at this UGHHHHHH!" "You can tell your boyfriend I rimmed you instead if he ever suspects anything…" I further suggested, knowing that she was too high to ever reject me. As expected, I found myself plowing into her backgate that night instead, finishing deep within the recesses of her body. Needless to say, she was gonna be fucked more that night, especially by her boyfriend after she had shown him what she'd done. Unbeknownst to Grace's boyfriend however, that was not the only night she came to my room since... |
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Thanks for the update
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Very well written TS
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Many thanks for the compliments. It is very encouraging! Unfortunately I can't write as much as I want to, but I'll try to update this thread as much as possible.
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Venus vs Mars
“Hey Jennie, have you heard of this guy’s KungFu yet? Since you’re kind of in the same circle?” Jennie’s roommate asked. “KungFu? In our hall?” Jennie replied quizzically. “Yeah! Apparently it’s meant solely against women and there are rumors that it’s unbeatable. Sounds really scary.” Jennie was certainly intrigued by the information. As the MMA representative for not just the hall but for the school as well, she had never heard of any KungFu in her circle, let alone one that is used against women. After all, normal violence typically suffices, which is why she had chosen to take up this sport in the first place. Some quick investigation online on her social media revealed surprising information. There were indeed rumors circulating that one of her hallmates is capable of such sorcery and apparently it has been demonstrated, earning him some fans about his peers. They now herald him as the men’s champion and apparently is open to any female challenger who wishes to test their doubts. It’s not uncommon for some new martial art to be developed every other day given how fighters typically integrate and adapt how they fight into what appears to be completely different forms. MMA for example, is such a platform for different martial arts to compete on a level playing field. But for such arrogance and for such a despicable purpose, it clearly ruffled Jennie’s feathers. It didn’t help that they were anecdotes of girls who wanted to call the fella’s bluff and were quite severely embarrassed by what happened next. Unfortunately, Jennie could not find any information as to what usually happens next. Everything Jennie read simply crystalised into her determination to expose this fraud for what he is, an stupid bully who is so proud and so testerone-filled that he is actually earning the admiration of other beta males. Detestable. Her mind set, Jennie quickly set off in her quest, only to be denied at the gates, or rather the door of the bully. “I’m sorry, challengers are always welcome, but the rule is that challengers are only allowed to wear sports bras as tops and tights or yoga pants as their bottoms. This is to ensure that you don’t hide any weapons. Please get into the proper attire before returning. In fairness, I will also only be wearing shorts and my boxers.” the prick named Larry calmly explained. “What?! Ugh! You don’t have to tell me what you’ll be wearing, perv. I’m gonna smash your face anyway.” Jennie huffed. “Bet you pervs wished I was wearing a bikini instead huh!” “Sorry, please come back after you’re appropriately dressed.” When Jennie returned 15 minutes later, in the aforementioned attire, the whole atmosphere had changed. She was kindly invited to a separate location, the common area where space was less of a constraint. At the side hunched fans of Mr. Larry, who was no doubt more interested in Jennie’s loss than her victory. “I’ll just have to prove them wrong.” Jennie thought to herself as lecherous eyes focused more on her than the pair it seems. As the match began, Jennie stepped up for the attack. Her usual strategy against an unknown opponent was to test whether they know their stuff, so simple strikes and combinations were typically more than sufficient to gauge their level. Jennie feinted to the side and swung, a quick, light jab followed by a much fuller right-handed cross that grazed Larry’s cheeks as he scrambled to get out of the way. “He couldn’t even dodge such a basic move?” Jennie thought, keeping her guard up but couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed given the reputation of the opponent. Staying aggressive, Jennie’s elbow and knuckle seem to frequently find their mark, albeit not at their full force due to evasive actions from her opponent. The damage these blows struck were quickly becoming visible, as swells and deeper breathing patterns appeared before her. “You sure you don’t want to surrender?” Jennie taunted, “I’m not like other weak girls you’ve faced, you know.” “No thanks, I’m good, I just about had enough”. Larry laughed as he replied, his stance subtly changed. The next time Jennie struck, Larry timed it perfectly and pulled the incoming blow inwards with his left hand, causing Jennie to lurch towards his body. His other hand struck from above at the off-balance Jennie, connecting with the top of her head and pushing her right towards the floor. As Jennie fell, Larry shoved his groin right into her face with a grunt, stunning Jennie for a moment as she went down. Undeterred, Jennie quickly got back on her feet and began throwing punches again. This time, Larry managed to grasp the interval between blows to step right into Jennie’s personal space. In one fluid motion, Larry palmed Jennie’s butt and tugged hard, while grabbing the front of Jennie's sports bra and pushed right into Jennie’s chest with his other hand, essentially pulling the rug out from under her causing her to fall hard. On the floor once again, Larry tried to pounce onto the fallen Jennie, but she managed to gather her strength and shoved back with both feet, sending him back several steps while she got back on her own. "Did you just fucking molest me during a fight, fucking perv" Jennie spat, all the more indignant at the atrocious behavior and having all the reasons in the world to win the fight. Understanding that this was no easy fight, Jennie knew she had to use her thus-far hidden kicking techniques. After all, she had been careful to only strike with her arms thus far, reserving the heavy kicking for if things get dicey. A rapid series of kicks forced Larry to hunch and take it blow after blow with his arms protectively as one after another landed on him heavily. He could barely move other than responding to each kick defensively, the initiative fully with Jennie. Unfortunately, Jennie's kicks were reserved for a reason. While able to deal massive damage, they also used much more energy since it was swinging the much heavier limb around. Despite Jennie’s training, she knew she was beginning to slow and saw that Larry was starting to have a better time handling each incoming kick. Before she knew it, he could swiftly deflect one of her kicks, guiding it along it’s now unobstructed path with more force and sending Jennie into an uncontrolled spin. Struggling to react, Jennie felt Larry come closer as she spun, before a huge shove into her back sent her stumbling towards the wall. Jennie braced for impact as she crashed forward against the wall, swinging out her left arm backwards wildly, the only counterplay she could think of against her opponent who was closing in fast behind her. Jennie's hail mary attempt connected, but lacked any sort of power with how unstable she was when she swung, so Larry didn’t even flinch from it. Instead, in one quick move, he had Jennie's other arm twisted behind her back and pinned Jennie decisively against the wall. "Ugh, let go of me you creep." Jennie protested, continuously trying to strike with her only free arm backwards. "Sure… if you surrender" Larry replied confidently. "Never to you pervs" Jennie answered, defiant despite her current predicament. "That's exactly what I want to hear." Larry said, executing a swift, curt kick to spread Jennie's legs apart, before Larry teasing his fingers southwards right in between them. Realising Larry's intentions, Jennie swung her only free arm desperately, but being pinned down against the wall meant that she barely had any angle and definitely not enough space to swing. Thus, only soft thuds were heard as her repeated elbows landed, annoyances to Larry at best. Larry for his part, quickly found the nub he was looking for and it quickly became a slow, tantalizing tease. Alternating between slow, light and fast, rough strokes over the 2 layers of cloths separately his skin from hers, Larry knew the magic was happening as Jennie's breaths got shorter and her elbowing getting softer. Finally, he coaxed a moan out of Jennie as she flushed a crimson red, quickly snapping her legs shut, no doubt embarrassed at her own predicament. Merciless, Larry simply began tugging down her waistband, painfully slow while his fingers continued its magic. Left, right, left right. An inch at a time, the water mark began falling. The hardest part to tug was at her rosy butt, where it was clearly much bigger than any other part of Jennie’s lower body. But even that was quickly overcome. A slight parting later, Jennie gasped at the sudden intrusion of Larry’s fingers into her most intimate region. Jennie has pretty much lost any hope of resistance by now, a prey ready for the taking. She squeezed her eyelids shut and braced for the humiliation that was sure to come. Hoping it will be over quickly. The next thing Jennie knew, her whole body was roughly hauled backwards as her underwear was rudely torn from her through pure, brute force. An unmistakable hot rod pierced through her, to the wild cheers of the crowd. It was like nothing Jennie had before. Stoic, systematic and unwavering, the rhythm of the man violating her stayed constant like a machine. Slow, long strokes that were nothing like a man. He did not hurry, he did not seek relief. He simply pumped away, one after another. It made Jennie yearn. She wanted to urge him on, for him to hurry. For the little pleasure she’s experiencing to build. But she could bear no such shame. She couldn’t say it. But her body could. Little by little, involuntarily, Jennie found herself meeting each stroke with her own. Quicker, faster she went, but Larry stayed the same, until Jennie was practically impaling herself onto him and came, shrieking into the room to the delight of her audience. Her body went limp as she slouched on the wall, her knees becoming weak. Yet it was at this moment that Larry struck. Pulling back Jennie’s hair aggressively, he made her face the ceiling as he turned from tortoise to rabbit, eliciting moans from Jennie’s deepest soul as she screamed without regard at the sudden turn of events. When Larry was done, he simply pulled out and showered onto Jennie, hot streams striking her butt, her back and the back of her sports bra. To conclude the session, he even dabbed some of his own essence with his fingers, before shoving it roughly under Jennie’s sports bra to lather it upon her nipple and also her face. Jennie couldn’t believe how she was feeling right now. She has never been this satisfied with sexual intercourse and have never felt this slutty. The little gesture spreading his cum onto her face and boobs only further enhanced her arousal and the sluttiness she was feeling. A part of her wished Larry would continue what he was doing, but any such fantasies were quickly cut short by Larry’s announcement. “Alright guys, I’m done. It’s your turn now.” Larry proudly proclaimed, the exact moment the crowd had been waiting for. “Have fun!” It swiftly broke Jennie from her trance as she watched helplessly at the men surging towards her, herself still only half dressed… |
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Very nice story, thanks and hope to read more
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