Why I'm a slut Part 2

The porn film continued with the villain only allowing the heroine to get the heroin injections only AFTER they had had sex and not before. Now she could no longer hallucinate that it was her husband so she was unwilling and found it disgusting. However her body was wracked with the cravings of heroin withdrawal. She wanted the high of heroin. He wouldn't give it to her unless she she was 100 % convincing in her enthusiasm for sex with him and pretended to have an orgasm. She worked so hard at pretending to enjoy the sex and having fake organs that she began to enjoy herself and have true orgasms although she was wracked with guilt. Little by little, he wore down her defences so that soon she looked forwards to the sex as much as the drugs.

She did everything with him she didn't do with her husband. Anal sex, penetration with a dildo vibrator, bondage, ropes, ball and gag, dressed in slutty lingerie, sex in all sorts of public places And with different men taht he introduced whilst she was high on drugs. He had all sorts of drugs to make the sex better. Cocaine, marihuana, etc. She wasn't keen on having more men at first but after he made it easier with heroin, she especially like being fucked by more than one man. It was very exciting for her. She had very intense orgasms from double and triple penetration with men he introduced, not knowing they were paying customers and that she ws being prostituted.

After a year, she was totally hooked not only on the wonderful sex and drugs but she had begun to like him like a lover. So when one day, the police arrested him for drug pedaling and he was put away in jail for many years, she was actually very sad and cried  and missed him a lot. She scanned the newspapers but no videos of her sex bondage became public so she was relieved. Like me, there was no way her husband was going to accept her back if he had known. She managed to overcome her drug addiction secretly and went back to a happy mundane life with her husband.

The movie ended with her straight husband pumping her in bed in the usual missionary positon while she cried out in orgasm but the camera zoomed in on her sweet demure face, with the long eyelashes and within her eyes, in her mind, she was dreaming of her rough triple penetration sex orgies........

Why I'm an immoral slut

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Sex on a chair

One of my favorite sex positions in the confines of the shop where I work is the office chair. We specially selected it. It's large chair so it always comes with armrests, but it's very important that the armrests can be tilted up out of the way. The chair can lean backwards 30 degrees and rock in rhythm to our thrusts. I like Fred to sit down naked and I will face him. I may perform a strip dance or belly dance ( With his instruction, I went for courses for both) and strip in front of me leaving only my high heels. I will start with either grinding myself against his groin in a  lap dance or kneel on the floor and warm him up with a blow job. I like to put the chair in front of the mirror so I can watch myself being fucked. When I'm fully turned on, I will stand astride him and fully gyrate myself above his erect cock and slowly slowly lower myself onto his spear..this is where it's important to adjust the height of the chair low enough. I make Fred lean backwards  and I lean forward a bit to give me a better angle to grind my clitoris against his pubic hair. With myself deeply impaled upon his stick, I gyrate my hips and cunt around his cock whilst supporting my arms upon his shoulders. He is free to use his hands to get at my breasts, nipples, buttocks, and kiss my lips or my breasts. I get maximum stimulation this way and will usually cum before him within five minutes if I want to.

If I want to finish him off, I use my arms and legs to stand up and sit down on him and this pumping action will also get him off very fast. It's quite tiring to pump him this way and if tis the second time time we are having sex  and he can't come, I get a very physical workout and may even sweat in the aircon room.

Another favorite is to sit with my back to him, again with my legs astride him. Both of us either sit erect or lean back together and with my legs on the ground, I grind my self on him. One of his hands will run all over me and my breasts and nipples and the other will be rubbing my clit. Again it's very good for me and when I've cum, I may accelerate his cumming by doing some up and down pumping and get some exercise at the same time. I often do a butt dance for him and slowly get into his lap backwards. What I like is I can see my whole body in the mirror as I'm being fucked. I Like to watch. It's a good position as we can watch porn on a laptop as we fuck. Or watch old or live videos of ourselves fucking.

I can also sit down and put my legs up. Either with my legs over his shoulders or I pull the armrests down and split myself wide open with my legs across the rests. We replaced the wheels with stops so the chair doesn't roll away and he can pump him away. I can get some g spot action if my hips are tilted up enough and the chair height is higher.

Sometimes, Fred may be sitting down on the chair making phone calls. If they are too long, or if I get jealous or impatient, I kneel down in front of him, unzip him, and pull his cock out of his briefs. To make it easier access, I've bought several pairs of a special brief that is just a band with a cup over penis and bakes but no back.  Then I will pump his shaft fast and suck his cock head hard whilst he talks. I especially like to do this if he is talking with his wife. It excites me to have him answer his phone calls with his wife when we are having sex. I'll try very hard to make him cum when he is on the phone with her and I'll encourage him to answer her calls. I'm bad. I'm trying to make him feel less for his wife and I want to win him over to marry me, he enjoys it too and when the call ends we will continue fucking furiously if he hasn't cummed.

If I put the chair at maximum height, I can kneel on it with my arms on the headrest and stick my butt out so Fred can enter me from behind. The chair can lean back to help this. I can also get g spot stimulation at this angle sometimes.  Again we can watch porn videos together as we fuck.

I've also had sex with Fred in the same way on public toilet seats just for fun or when we can't control ourselves. I always have to go to the mans toilet and the excitement of sneaking in without being caught as well as to keep very quiet. It's usually a clean hotel toilet and it's usually spontaneous and unplanned.

I brought Fred back to the park seat in Sembawang park several times. The same place and the same seat where I lost my virginity to John too. We would choose a cool night and I will wear a mini skirt with g string or crotchless panties. I'll wear a low cut blouse or unbutton several buttons. He will usually make me remove my bra in the car first. We will hold hands and kiss and I'll tell him stories about how John and I had sex both there and other places. He likes to hear about my sexual experiences so I'll tell him everything. By then both of us are so excited we will have sex in the park. I also told him about my one night stand with a taxi driver in that park. It seems like I've brought every single lover to have sex on that park bench except for Tom, my beloved husband and the only lover who proposed. I plan to bring him there one night .........

Fred and I will sit side by side and I'll rub his cock while he rubs my cunt. Soon we will be so horny we wouldn't care if others were watching. I'll unzip him and pull his cock out to pump while we kiss amd tongue each other. He will be rubbing my wet slit all the time. I may lean over to suck his cock. If I kneel uncomfortably on my knees on the hard park bench, I'm short enough for him to reach around to rub my slit or finger fuck me while I'm sucking his cock. When im ready to cum, I'll sit on his lap with my back to him, and I'll pump up and down on him with my hands back against his hips and thrusting my breasts forwards. He will usually unbutton my blouse  enought to expose my breasts and nipples to the world and pinch them. I'm shy but when I'm hot, I'll do whatever he wants as it excites me too.

One day I'll tell Tom about all the dirty things I've done and have been done to me on that park bench and he will accept it and also be excited enought to have sex with me there too.

Sex with my boss on a chair

Being a married man who didn't want his wife to suspect anything, Fred likes to fuck me during office hours. It helped that his wife enjoyed her work which kept her busy till 9-10 pm at night. During those hours, Fred and I had lots of chances to enjoy each other's company. When Fred has only an hour or two, we would make the best use of our time by having sex in his boutique at Hilton where I worked. At first we only had a hard stool and the step ladder. We were often in danger of falling off the stool. The step ladder allowed me to support myself with one leg high up for standing sex but we wanted a more relaxed position.

Fred and I went shopping for a nice arm chair along the Beach road furniture centre. We chose a large one with armrests that could be hinged up to give more room. It could lean back 30 degrees and had a rocking motion. The adjustable height is also very convenient  for certain positions and I wanted one with a greater height adjustment. We had many hours of pleasurable sex on that chair for a few years and I have bought an almost identical chair for our new flat with my husband Tom and am secretly hoping to be able to get Tom to agree to have sex on the chair. Tom wondered why I was so particular about the chair. Although warmer, I preferred a leather or polyurethane material to the mesh because it's difficult to clean the semen and vaginal fluids off the mesh but Tom felt mesh was cooler. I sometimes nurse my baby on that chair because the I can rest my arm on it and support my baby. Sitting on the chair brought back pleasurable memories of the horny old days in the shop....

Actually, Fred only needs to come down once or twice at most a week to check the accounts and the inventory and find out what stocks are moving and what isn't..especially since I've been working for three over years. But after we started a torrid affair together, he came down almost every day. If there was work
to be done, we would both like to get it done first. I would behave like any shop girl but I would draw
the curtains and lock the door first, looking around to see if our neighboring showgirls have seen him enter. After ensuring our privacy I'll turn around and give him a hug and a peck on the lips. "Hi! I miss you very much since yesterday! How was your day? How's business? Would you like a drink? If I knew he was coming beforehand, I'll have bought a fruit juice for him ( he's health conscious) usually an iced orange juice but sometimes orange mixed with carrot. If he was staying for a while, I'll kneel down on the floor and take off his socks and shoes and put in place a pair of slippers which I bought specially him. If he said he was tired, I'll say, "poor dear, what did you get up to last night?"  Ill put him in the arm chair or lie him down on the small sofa and give him a shoulder massage. "Did your wife tire you out last night?" Im always jealous of his wife and would happily wait to hear him say something reassuring like, " I haven't had sex with my wife for many years!" I would ask, "did you fight with your wife last night?" And would like to hear him grumble about her. Then I'll say, "that's not very nice of her" or "that's not nice/right" or "I would have said/done this or that." I like kids and don't mind hearing him talk about them but after a while I get jealous.

Work was fun because we would stand very close together whilst going through the clothes and the books and our hands or bodies would be brushing. I always have his favorite perfumes on my body so he can smell me close up and I'd brush my hair and touch up my lipstick before he arrives. He doesn't use perfume but I like his natural scent anyway. I bought him a bottle of a men's perfume that I find stimulating and sometimes he uses that, as he knows I like it.  I'd sit on a stool next to his chair and go through the accounts and our hands will touch accidentally all the time. Almost every time, he will be aroused within half an hour and I'll be on his lap talking to him with my arms around his neck. I'll talk to him about anything but the talk would often turn sleazy and dirty and then we will fuck.

For example,once I sat on his lap sideways on the special chair and I asked, "I know a girl who doesn't like sex and hasn't had sex with her husband for three years, the husband has a lusty affair
with his secretary, do you blame him?" Fred laughed, " I can't blame him, can I ? I also haven't had sex with my wife for years and now I'm also screwing my secretary. It's not right of course, but both parties are
 to blame." I asked, "do you love me or do you just want sex?" He replied," you are pretty as well as
sweet, so which healthy man wouldn't want to screw you? But I won't have been interested if you
were bitchy or low classs." " so does this mean you don't love me?" " No it doesn't mean I don't love you. But I'm not thinking of divorcing my wife and marrying you either. You are a good friend whom I love fucking.""do you have other girlfriends whom you also would love to fuck?" " Hey, it's difficult to resist an attractive girl who makes herself available. We men are sex machines." As we talked, I could feel Fred getting a hard erection against my buttocks  His hand which was caressing my inner thigh, climbed higher and started rubbing my slit. I opened my legs to let him in deeper. " Your sales assistant at the Far East Plaza shop is young and sexy and has been with working for you longer than I have, why dont you seduce her like you seduced me?""How do you know I havent fucked her already?" Fred replied. I stiffened with surprise and jealousy. He saw my response, "Jealous? Don't be. I didn't fuck her although I sure she would have wanted that very much. She has a steady boy friend but that didn't stop her from flirting with me. As well as other men who came to the shop to look for her. "She's quite pretty, why didn't you fuck her if she wanted it?" I asked
nonchalantly, but I was jealous as hell. "Because we aren't on the same wavelength. She's only interested in where you can get a good manicure or cheap facial and gossip. Since we work together, I had a vision of always having to make personal small talk with her every time I go to the shop and that made me go soft. So I just got out of the shop as fast as I could." My voice quivered as I said, " you mean, you mean you were having sex halfway and then went soft?" " No! Stuly, she was being very friendly and coming so close she was rubbing herself against me as we talked about the shop. I knew she was offering herself and I had a hard-on but i don't specially like her. Maybe if we were at a club I'd have had a one night stand with her, but I wouldn't have stayed for a post coital chat..but you, you are different, I like to seek you out to talk to you even if there was no sex on the table, or chair
..."

He was rubbing my clit all this while and making me wet, I held his hand and showed him how I liked it, delicately in small round circles about the base even if fast because I'm very sensitive. " I'm just a poorly educated shop girl who hasn't seen the world, maybe I'm just like her? Maybe you will get sick of seeing me and won't want to talk to me after you have been satisfied?" I said, feeling insecure. " You aren't like that Stuly, your mind is open and curious, you will grow and blossom but Lily is still going to be talking about the same few things years from now.""would you have had a one night stand with me?" "Yes I would, but you're different, more aloof, and I wouldn't have approached you at a club, whereas Lily is more provocative. But if I had had a night stand with you, I would have wanted much more after that."" What would you have wanted?""I'd have wanted to find out more about you and definitely get your number so I'd follow up." I was happy with that and with my arms around Freds neck, I started to kiss him. We tongued and rubbed our lips and I opened my legs wide so he could play with my clit. Free paused kissing and continued, " with lily I feel like I'm hunted, but with you I feel I've found a hidden precious treasure that everyone else wanted and overlooked, I feel I've conquered a classy girl and won you over as a prize and that I'm getting a great deal and wonderful sex for nothing." " I  couldn't talk any more as I wanted him so I kissed him again and hitched my skirt up so I could really really open my legs wide. Within minutes, I came with a
wonderfully intense orgasm. I love Fred.

Pregnant with my boss's baby

I'm a mom! I finally have my own baby! Yes, it's Toms baby, not Fred's. He's perfectly formed, thank goodness! I'm an old mom at 35 so I was worried. There was hardly any pain. The only pains I had were before the epidural anesthesia. My progress was slow so I ended up with a Caesarian. Now I've a scar along the panty line but at least my vagina is still tight for my husband.

But my sexual desires have vanished with the birth of Tim. All that lust that had me masturbating has vanished. My sex hormones have crashed and I'm feeling a bit hollow and empty inside. Weepy even. Tom has been very sweet and supportive and he has taken a month off to be with me so it really helps chase away the blues. I get enough rest as he helps out with changing the diapers and washing the baby.

Tim is so cute, and so hungry. Hes always latching on to my nipples and sucking on them so many times a day. Then he goes to sleep. Unlike when a man sucks on my nipples, I feel no sexual stimulation whatsoever, which goes to show how psychological sex is. Watching him, I feel a tinge of regret about losing my first pregnancy. The baby would be a big twelve year old now and taking hsi PSLE.

If I hadn't aborted Freds baby, I would have been set up in a apartment in Orchard Road near his shops where Fred could visit when he was working and maybe I might have had another child as well. I would spend all my time being a mother and being Freds mistress. However weekends my kids won't have a father to be at home with and I won't have a man to cuddle to sleep with every night and wish me good morning every day with a kiss.

Yes, I was pregnant before, with my ex boss's baby, a long time ago. That was maybe 12-13 years ago when I was 21-22 and deeply in love with my married boss. In the first month of our affair, the sex was so exciting and hot, I couldn't think straight, I just wanted him deep inside me when he came to feel complete. Fred always wanted to pull out but I held on to his body and hugged him closer and told him to cum inside me. I always want that when im having good sex. It feels more complete and natural and satisfying and was part of the stimulation. When I'm having hot sex with the man I love, when I am about to cum or had just cummed, I want to surrender completely to him by letting him cum inside me. Its the ultimate surrender, to let him impregnate  me.It's We were having sex almost daily so before the month was over, I had missed my period.

That's how I also got pregnant withTom. We weren't married but I liked him so much, I was having unprotected sex again and let him cum inside me. When we came, I said I wanted his baby and asked him to cum deeply inside me. I told him there were no strings attached and if he didn't want to be a father, then I'll have the baby alone without any help from him. I was saying  it even before he proposed. It was a love baby whether or not Tom still wanted me but this time I wasn't aborting. I was already 34 then. I would be a mother even if I had to do it single handedly. Luckily Tom wanted both me and the baby.

Fred handled my pregnancy very well. Even though he was married with kids. He started by telling me that if I wanted the baby, he would be responsible for it. He would pay for all expenses for bringing him up and even for me if I wanted to be a full time mother. He would try to be there for the baby but that would be a problem as he also has his own family and kids. He would treat me like a second wife.

After he had reassured me he wasn't running away, he listed all the disadvantages of being a single mother so young and of course there were so many reasons. I remember the most important reason was that I wasn't ready to be a mother. I wanted adventure and sex, not motherhood. Fred personally brought me to a gynecologist, and I didn't even need an operation. The doctor gave me a very high dose of hormones by mouth and that was it. I felt nauseated and vomited a few times but the baby was gone, and I had my period shortly after. I regretted it for weeks. I felt the baby was a permanent connection with Fred which would have tied him to me forever. I might eventually have been able to get him to commit to me fully, even though he said he couldn't at first. I  went  on oral contraceptive pills after that mini abortion. .

One of the reasons my affair with Fred lasted so long was his willingness to have a baby with me. I
felt secure and loved. It wasn't just sex alone and yet the sex was great. I wonder how our baby would have turned out, would he have Freds sleepy eyes? Etc and I feel a bit guilty, but I think I made the
right decision, I wouldn't have been a good mother then. Now, more than a decade later, having seen the world, and having had affairs with quite a few men, I'm ready to settle down and focus on someone else's needs instead of mine.

Monday Afternoon Delight / Fun with a Fishball

Whilst everyone else gets Monday morning blues, I looked forwards to going to work after the weekend because that's when Fred comes to check the accounts and the inventory and checks me out too. After the work is done, we would often close the boutique and go for a quick lunch nearby or he would have brought some food. There would be flirting over lunch and then we would rush back to the boutique, draw the newly installed curtains shut and spend the early afternoon on the new sofa bed Fred bought.

 I would have redone my nail polish, plucked my eyebrows, used mascara, and applied a lip gloss. I'd wear a short dress or a short skirt and change into the three inch heels I keep in the shop. He likes me to dress sexy. One of the things that Fred does very well, more than anyone else I've known, is in talking dirty. He had a dirty mind and would make all sorts of suggestions so that by the time we got back to the shop, I'd be all wet and keen for him. He had such a good variety of ideas so sex never became routine or boring. After a while, I learnt from him and started exploring and coming up with new ways of foreplay too and we always enjoyed this sex play. I miss having this with Tom and if only he wasnt so puritanical, I could give him as good fun in bed as I had with Fred. I haven't given up changing Tom but meanwhile I still sometimes masturbate thinking of Fred. Sigh...

For example one Monday afternoon....." I'm so lucky to be lunching with a hot young chick like you," Fred started his usual flirting over a bowl of dry mee pok (noodles), " I like the way your beautiful lips caress the fishball as it enters your mouth. It makes me want to be that fishball. Lucky fishball." I would either retort with an insult like"dirty old toad thinking of eating swan flesh" or cooperate by saying, on that instance, "how is the fishball lucky?" He replied," Oh! The pleasure that the skin of the fishball gets from being in contact with your sweet lips!" You mean like this? " I picked up another fishball with my chopsticks but didn't bite on it. Instead I let it slip in and out of my half open mouth several times and made kissing actions on it the way I would when Im sucking the head of his cock. "I didn't realize that it can be so pleasurable to the fishball, and thinking of it, it does give my lips a nice feel too, I like the rubbery texture and the taste and smell of the fishball. I wish it was bigger though, if it were bigger, it would be more pleasurable as the fish ball could press harder on my lips." "Make it go round and round the lips," he said. I took the fishball out of my mouth and rubbed it round the outside of my lips. I was getting breathless. "And the inside of your cheeks" I pushed the fishball into my mouth with my chopsticks and bulged the wall of my cheek from the inside. Never mind that it's very rude to put your chopsticks in your mouth, let alone so deep. "Now the other side, I pumped the fishball against the other side of my cheek. " I hope no one from the busy lunchtime crowd is watching us in this crowded food court, we might spoil their appetite or worse, offend their moral sensibilities." I said. But my hormones were affecting my brain...." Now rub it on your nose and you cheeks," he said with a deadpan expression. I stared at him shocked, " you're crazy! I'm not doing it!" Then we both laughed and the slippery fishball slipped out from my chopsticks, flew up in an arc, landed and bounced twice on the table and then onto the floor and rolled away. Someone came along, stepped on it, and crushed it flat on the floor. We guffawed and laughed so hard and loud that everyone looked up at us so we had to stop.

Fred grabbed my hand and we hurried out of the food court and back to our shop. We drew the curtains, and then Fred made me kneel on the sofa bed, whilst he unzipped his trousers, and then proceeded to rub his cock along both sides of my nose and my cheeks and all over my face. The smell and the feel of his cock on my face excited me tremendously and I rubbed my clit with one hand while caressing his balls with the other. He lubricated his cock in my mouth and then rubbed his cock up and down my entire face and nose. My face was all slick with my own saliva mixed with a bit of precum from the tip of his penis.  I licked his scrotum while he rubbed his cock up and down my nose and forehead. The smell of a cock is quite stimulating when I'm aroused and his pubic hair was being
shoved up my nostrils as he pumped against my face.   He rubbed his cock against my ears and tried
to enter them, while giving me his thumb to suck. Finally he entered my mouth and I did for him exactly what I did with the fishball. I licked the head of his cock with my tongue and pursed my lips to glide over the head again and again while I pumped the base of his shaft with my hand. I let go of his shaft to let him in deeper to rub against and bulge the insides of my cheeks, the top of my tongue and the hard roof of my mouth.

Fred likes to talk dirty to me when I'm sucking his cock. " I love seeing my cock disappear into your lovely innocent face. I like seeing your sweet lips glide over my cock. I like the feel of your slender fingers on my balls. I like seeing your colorful manicured fingernails on my shaft. oohh, It feels so smooth and comfortable inside your mouth. Your hand is so soft and smooth on my cock." Unlike fucking when my gentitals are being stimukated,there's actually hardly any physical pleasure sucking a cock. The whole thing is sexually stimulating only in the mind for me. So it's nice to have Fred talking dirty and expressing his pleasure and interest blow by blow. I get stimulated  by seeing how much he enjoys it and I  become more enthusiastic.

The most pleasurable part of oral sex is that I enjoy surrendering myself completely to my lover mind , body and soul. I'm kneeling in front of him, and I look up at him humbly like I'm begging. Allowing his cock into my mouth is a symbol of my extreme surrender to all his wishes and desires no matter how depraved it may be... That's why I find it exciting when he scolds me and belittles me as I suck his cock. If I look away, he will sometimes bark, "look at me you arrogant bitch!" And he may slap my butt or my breasts if they are within reach to punish me for not being humble enough or trying hard enough. Once he used a cane on my butt to spur me on like a horse. "You're nothing but a shameless slut who can't control her desires, you're only good enough to be a common whore, not good enough to be any ones girlfriend or wife.... Better learn how to pleasure a man with your mouth and body since you aren't useless for anything else. " Fred seems to know I love being dominated while sucking cock like that because my face will get flushed with excitement and my eyes will glaze
over with lust. If he wants me to do something obscene that I'll be normally too shy to do, he will soften me up first by sticking his cock in my mouth, and after I've been completely subdued  and sexually stirred up,he will be able to make me do disgusting and embarrassing things.

Sometimes he would praise me instead of insulting me "Ahhh, its so shiok (satisfying) fucking you in the mouth, you're a good sexcretary, you know how to give your boss what he wants. Wuuuu, that's so good., you have to work for me forever." Im usually quite quiet with his cock in my mouth Fred will force me to respond, I'd nod my head to agree or disagree with what he says but he never lets me disagree. If I disagree, he would start hitting me , slapping me or pinching my nipples till I agree. I usually refuse to say all those horrible things, but if he gets me excited enough, he can get me to say horribly embarassing things like, "I want to be your sex slave forever, or Im yours to use as you please, or fuck me harder master, or your cock is my control joystick, plug into my mouth(or cunt) and play me, or let me be your whore and serve you."

Fred was about to come but stopped to rest while he ordered me, " strip naked except for your  high heels." While I was obeying, he also stripped himself naked. I had a neck ache looking up at him so he made me sit on the floor with my head tilted back to rest onto the sofa. He gripped the sofa back with both hands and supported his weight on his legs so he was over my head but his cock was  at my mouth. I opened wide and he began to fuck my mouth slowly with deeper and deeper strokes, I put my hands on his hips to push him back if he went too deep and I started to choke or retch. His entire body weight was behind his cock so I wasn't strong enough to push him away but he would withdraw a bit when he sensed my discomfort. It was uncomfortable for me but a real ego boost for him so I let him. At first, they were just short strokes into my mouth, but as I got used to it, I let him enter deeper and deeper with longer and longer strokes but he went very slowly as I asked him to. As I got more sure , my jaw and throat muscles relaxed their spasm, and after about ten minutes,  I was able to let him penetrate to the back of my throat and I think I felt his glans touch all the way to the back. I can't
breathe when his cock is all the way in, so I had to take a deep breath in between.  He was moaning and groaning with pleasure so I didn't give up despite I was panting and sweating with the efforts to get enough oxygen. He tensed up and I knew he was going to cum. His testicles were slapping my chin at the depth of his strokes. I let him pump faster and faster and all the way in  until he came with agonized grunts and spurted semen deep in to the back ofmy throat. I swallowed as fast as I could to prevent choking.

He rolled over onto the floor but I was so stimulated by the deep throat fuck, that I opened my legs wide and masturbated till I also came with an intense clitoral orgasm that diffused all over my body. We put down the sofa bed  and fell asleep cuddled up toeach other, with the taste of semen in my mouth and streaks of semen around my lips and chin. I licked my lips before i fell asleep. Life was good and pleasurable.......

Love Affair with my Boss

I've been posting a lot the last few months because my pregnancy sex hormones are making me very horny but my husband is turned off by my pregnancy or by fear of premature labour. So I've been masturbating or recalling my sexual past, or both at the same time.

Way back then, I had fallen in love with my boss after a week of torrid sex at a hotel in Sentosa when his wife was away. Now his wife was back, it was difficult to see each other so much except in the boutique where I now worked alone. He had transferred the other girl to one of his branches so it was just me there with total privacy whenever he came to check the stocks and accounts as well as to check me out. He had curtains installed and a sofa that folded down to a sofa bed. There was a big out  for lunch sign. We would usually close around noon and have lunch together and then return there after lunch for half an hour of sex on the sofa bed. After coming, we would cuddle up and nap a while, so it was a very long lunch break. This happened at least twice a week. Sometimes, he would wait for me to close at 9pm and then we would go out for dinner at a hotel and check into the hotel after dinner for a longer and more leisurely coupling. He would stay till 2-3 am, wake up without rousing me, and then go home saying he's been out drinking with the guys. I would check out late the next morning and go to work by 10 to 11 am. Sometimes I'd swim and use the hotel gym before going to work, practicing the strokes he taught me. Swimming well was one of Freds legacy to me.

Fred was also introducing me to his network of friends, business associates, suppliers, as his secretary. I really learnt a lot about how business is done and how the world runs from them. I met some of his university friends as well as his old school mates. He didn't seem afraid of being found out or he just wanted my company despite the risk. For me, I was worried for him at first, but I enjoyed being introduced to all his male friends as his personal assistant. It was a different class of people altogether, and this was the world that had attracted me to Fred in the first place. I was so young then, they must all know I'm his lover but there were no ugly scenes or questions.

He had not had sex with his wife for years and she wasn't interested anyway, being very focused on her career and their relationship being so stormy. In fact, Fred told me, Sue had even warned him to use protection if he fooled around outside when he went on golfing trips with his friends to Bangkok, or to night clubs,so it was tacit permission. However, I think she was thinking more of nightclub girls and I was sure she won't be so happy about a full blown passionate affair with just one woman. I felt guilty about our adultery but I wasn't the cause of the affair but a result of their poor relationship. Later on, as i grew more and more attached to Fred, I was so bad, I secretly wished that they would have a big fight and break up and divorce so I could have Fred all to myself . Fred had from the beginning told me he would never break up his family and leave them so I couldn't say he cheated me. I just kept hoping and hoping he would love me so much, he would leave them for me but this never happened.

At the beginning, I thought that we were having an affair because I was lonely and bored and Fred was exciting. Fred told me bluntly from the beginning that our relationship was 90% lust and I accepted it because this invitation to Freds high society wasn't easy to come by. And Fred was a very exciting lover, and made me want the sex very much myself. He really turned me on sexually and made me feel like a very sexual creature. He was such a gentleman, he won my trust completely, and with that, I could surrender myself to him and this made for a very pleasurable sexual relationship which got so deep and so submissive that I ended giving my heart to him as well as my body. I refused any pay rise and any gifts of money because I really loved him. He liked me well enough and enjoyed the sex just as much but he didn't love me back the way I loved him. At first, I thought I could just give my love to him freely without any strings attached and while we could, we had a great time. After a few years, I wanted more, I wanted kids and a home and that's when things gradually deteriorated and we started to fight. He agreed to the terms like a second wife but I wanted alternate weekends for me and any kids we had, and he couldnt promise me that.  I couldn't accept that for my kids as I grew up without a father.

We finally broke up after many tears and quarrels but credit to Fred, he tried to look after me from afar and chased after me to help me. When I quit in anger, he continued to bank in my pay. After many months of hate and anger, I came around and agreed to accept his paying for my education. My mother was a clinic assistant so I chose nursing at the polytechnic, there wasn't much choice given my poor results. He paid all my school fees and continued my salary until I got my diploma in nursing. He offered to send me abroad as well after that, but I didn't want to study anymore. Before that I had refused to take any pay rise or special bonuses from him as I loved him.

We catch up with each other once a year and I invited him to my wedding last year.

Sex during pregnancy

Im going to deliver my baby anytime now. It's been an eventful pregnancy. The first half was marred by very bad morning sickness except it happens the whole day, not just morning. Hyperemesis gravidarum, they call it. The second half, as the nausea cleared, was a very horny period, but my husband was turned off by the bulge in my tummy. He's afraid of hurting the baby and I'm especially lusty. So I've been masturbating and fantasizing, and recalling sexcapades of yesteryears.

If I do not post for a while, or respond , it's because the baby is out. Please revisit my blog again in a couple of months. Don't go away!

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Falling in love with my boss

  I'm not sure how I fell in love with Fred.  I wasn't in love with Fred at the beginning, he just dazzled me with with his superiority and made me lust for him. Then I thought I would just have a fun fling with him. But after he had given me so much sexual pleasure, I fell in love with him. I mean like i had very tender feelings for him. We showered together and I would soap him and scrub his back, and blow and brush his hair while he played with my body. My cunt is connected to my heart, bypassing the brain partially. Satisfy my cunt and I instinctively and automatically become emotionally attached.  I'm more like an animal than a human yet  I wouldn't have had sex with Fred in the first place if he hadn't impressed me with his ability, his wit, his connections, his wealth.  Who doesn't like wealth but my affection isn't reserved for rich people either. I later had a dead end affair with a penniless Malay hell rider motorcyclist who's divorced and used me for sex and dumped me. He was a good lover and again my blind heart strings were pulled by my insatiable cunt. My heart is designed to fall in love with anyone who fucks  me well. Men and some women can separate sex and love very well. I can't. No platonic relationships for me. I will bond with a guy I have sex with regularly no matter how unsuitable he is for me. I will be physically attracted to people I like even if it's a bad idea like it's my boss and he's married with kids. Every time I look at Fred's face, I remember warmly the pleasure he gave me, the tingling in my clitoris, the exquisite sensations in my nipples, the nice feel of his tongue and lips.


Anyway, it was so happy touring the resort island with Fred. It was during the weekdays and mostly tourists on the island so we were unlikely to bum into our friends. We were bold enough to hold hands everywhere we went. We laughed on the luge rides, kissed on the ski lift that brought us back up. Marveled at the underwater world. Had quickies without cumming on the cable car that connected the island to singapore. Took photos together everywhere and wondered through the butterfly park chasing butterflies. Cooled down in the air conned surrender chambers and trip down memory lane of old Singapore. Watched the 3-D movies twice.  Sat at the beach cafes and chatted about anything from fashion to family to fucking.  I watched his flawless swimming with his athletic body from the shade and now and then, he would try to teach me swimming but it always ended up with us fooling around in the water and splashing and playing. It was timeless and idyllic. He would pull my chair out for me gallantly, and I would wipe his sweat off his brow with tissue. At night, after romantic dinners, we looked forwards to a long night of sex.

I told him all about my broken family. My brother and my mother, and how I wished to see my father again but I don't know how to contact him and where he is. He told me about his kids and his wife. About the scar at his forearm where he had surgery for a fracture after falling from a kids playground when young.....once he wanted to meet a land lord to start a new shop, and told me about his plans. When he left me for a few hours, he put on a long sleeved shirt and I helped him tie his tie. I'm not good although I've learnt before, but he let me try until I got it just the right length. It was nice and I wanted to do it for him also because his wife had never done it for him. He said, " I really wished we could go back in time and I met you instead and married you."  I said, "I won't be born yet!" He said many times, " sex with you is ten times more pleasurable than with my wife." After that insisted on buckling his belt for him and putting his shoes on for him. When he got back, I knelt down on the floor and removed his shoes and socks for him and gave him a drink and a brief shoulder massage. He pulled me down onto his lap and kissed me as a reward. I sat on his lap with my legs over the arm rest, leaning back and with my arms around his neck and looked into his eyes happily, and asked for all the things his wife would not do for him and promised to do it for him the next time.

It was near the end of the most wonderful week in my life and we only had two more days and this was the second last evening. " You know what you said about life being like a bus trip and us meeting at the bus stop?" I said. We were sitting at our balcony watching the  sunset over Chivas on ice. " We were supposed to enjoy ourselves until my bus came. But now I don't want to board any bus except yours, so how?" He was silent for a long time. We were seated on a two seater sofa and his arm was  over my shoulders whilst I rested my hand on his tanned and bare muscular thigh. Since he didn't reply, I continued,"I know you don't want to leave your family or hurt them, but we are so happy together, right...." I trailed off, losing confidence. I wanted this week to continue forever. I had thought that I would just have a fling since there's no one else but now I wanted him very badly and wanted this week to last forever.  Fred had been very clear to me from the start that he lusted for me and that he wasn't going to leave his family. "I'm not going to get on any bus as long as you want me," I said.."I'm just going to stay at the bus stop waiting for you to come again," I said. Fred said, " I want to be with you too, but I also love my sons and need to be there for them. And I must keep my wife company as well. In the old days, I'd just make you my second wife or concubine, " he smiled. " you are young and feel strongly about  everything, but tomorrow you might meet a man who would make you forget me, so promise that you will give them a chance, ok? I don't want you to be like my mother, she was mistress her entire life, and my father stayed over at least once a week, but it was never enough for her." I nodded sadly, " let not think so much now, let's have a ball tonight ok? When you are with me, you forget your wife and kids for a while and pretend we are engaged?  Don't think about them or talk about them. I don't want to know." He replied, " when Im with you, I forget I'm married with kids." I accepted that ending hopefully. I  think at that time, I both wanted to enjoy whatever we had for as long as we could, and I also hoped that with time,maybe he would like me so much that he would give up his family for me. Anyway, I resolved then to do with him all the things he wanted to do but which Sue wouldn't.

One of the things his wife had never done for him was sex in the car so after dinner, he drove me to a most secluded spot on the opposite eastern end of the island in his BMW. At that time, it wasn't well
developed and only had a golf course.  We parked along the road side with no street lights, left the
engine and aircon on, and locked the doors. Looking down the slope, we could see the stars and ships, and a bit of the beach. The sides of the road were bushy and afforded excellent privacy. We kissed across the seats and as we kissed, I unbuckled his belt and and unzipped his shorts, and pulled out his cock. I held his shaft in my fist and pumped up and down as we kissed. After five minutes, I felt he was going to cum, so I stopped and changed to sucking his cock instead..I knelt on my seat to do it, caressing his balls at the same time. I'm short, so he could reach over behind me and enter my vagina with hsi fingers as well as rub my clit. I was very wet. I also liked making out in the car. Soemthing about doing a forbidden thing in a public place with a chance of being exposed and caught made it exciting for me. I was going to cum so I stopped and made him crawl to the back seat sitting in the centre. I clambered over and knelt with my thighs on either side of him, spread my skirt, and sat down on his cock. I out my hands around his neck and we kissed as I ground my vulva against his pubis. We stopped when either of us came near cumming and managed to drag on for half an hour.  We climbed back to the front seat again, and he reclined the passenger seat all the way down and sat down on it. I rode him like a horse and this position is the best for stimulating my clitoris. When he starting pinching my nipples, I gave in to a most pleasurable and long orgasm.  He stripped me naked after that and against my will, pushed me or of the car. He wound  the window down,  and I bent over with my head in the car but my butt sticking out on my high heels whilst he fucked me mercilessly form behind, thrusting and pumping hsi cock in and out of me. When he was about to cum, he grabbed my hair roughly and breathlessly grunted, " do you me to cum inside you, you whore, do you want my seed for your baby?" I replied my gyrating my butt backwards and whispered hoarsely, " fill me, cum deeply inside me, I want you," as I knew he wanted to hear soemthing like that. When he heard that, he just lost control and pumped loads of semen into me...........

My Boss's Semen for breakfast

I'm masturbating after Tom had fallen asleep  and my thoughts go back to a week of glorious sex at a beach resort that I had with my married boss when I was young and lusty.

The morning light woke me. I opened my eyes but didn't move. I was lying on my side facing the balcony and looked out at the sea and the ships. Fred was still asleep, cuddled up behind me with his arm around me. It was nice to have his warm body up against my back. I lay there recalling yesterday's three fucks with pleasure. Before he had fallen asleep, he had said, "it's great falling asleep together with you, I feel so comfortable. It'll be nice waking up together too." I liked those words. They contrasted with my ex Johns words after a night of sex, "sometimes I can't stand seeing your CB (shit) face in the morning."  I gently pushed his arm away, and got up. I had an urgent need to ease my bladder. He rolled over on his back and remained asleep. When I came back, he was gently snoring. He was wearing boxers only whilst I was wearing a skimpy negligee he had brought from his shop. I got into bed and looked at him. He had a craggy face that wasn't handsome but manly. It was symmetrical enough with full lips. I liked his bushy mustache which most Chinese don't keep and the hairy stubble on his chin. He had a strong jaw. His shoulders bulged with muscles and chest was  muscular enough to have a deep groove diwn the centre. It was very hairy. He was hairy for a Chinese man. The abdominal muscles were just as hard and dipped into his groin. Pubic hair came up past his boxers to his navel. I like hair. It turns me on. He was not as handsome as John but he excited me as a very muscular and tough man. Ricky, the taxi driver was stout. Fred was lean and muscular. Tom my husband doesn't compare well with any of them in looks.

I was only 19-20 and to me at that time, Fred was like a god come to earth to take the women.. I was so lucky he wanted me. I was drawn to the powerful bulge of his flaccid penis and under his boxers. I pulled his shorts down to peek at it. Even in sleep, it was thick and powerful. I put my hand through the slit front and pulled his cock out through the front. He didn't stir. I gently rubbed at it and it began to rise like a monster growing until it was big and hard. It was bigger and thicker  than john or Ricky's and although I had a tryst with a man with a bigger cock later, it was often painful  because I'm small and tight. I prefer the look and cleanliness ( for fellatio) of a circumcised cock and Fred was circumcised. He had a thick shaft with a bulbous head that was slightly thicker than the shaft. Although most women in magazines report that size doesn't matter, a bigger cock excites me more. A large and hard cock speaks of power and strength and commands respect and submission. I find the extra length more versatile in trying different positions without the cock slipping out and the extra width stimulates my introitus a bit more. Im not sure but the men with larger cocks seem to have better self control and last longer. One of my lovers had a cock that was only three inch long when hard and he came within minutes and I usually have to wait for the second time round to cum. Still I stayed with him a long time because he played mind games with me but more of that another time.

What am I doing? I thought to myself, he'll think me a slut, so I stopped touching Fred but he too late, he had already woken up and grabbed my wrist and ordered, " finish what you started, you cock teaser!" I smiled and said, " I was only trying to wake you up in a pleasant way." He challenged me," I'm still sleepy, wake me fully " I rose to the challenge. Sitting by his side, and facing him, I pulled his testicles out as well and pumped my hand up and down his shaft slowly and  gently, whilst I lustfully use my other hand to feel his muscles, his shoulders, his chest, his six pack abds, and got my self excited too. I focused on his cock. Pumping with one hand, I used the manicured long finger nails of my other hand to lightly scratch across his scrotum and the groove just beneath the head. I tugged at the head with my fingers as well. Then I bent down and brought my lips to the head of hsi penis  and kissed the head while lightly flicking the tip of my tongue over the urethral opening, trying to force it into his urethra. Gently massaging his scrotum and pumping the shaft, I slipped my lips over hsi glans until I reached the coronal sulcus and then I closed down and tugged upwards at his head gently. He groaned with pleasure.

I stopped abruptly. "That's enough! You're awake now! Time for breakfast.!" I laughed and got off the bed. He got up and ran after me, "you come back, you cock teasing cunt! I'll give you breakfast soon enough!" I ran around the room in the super short dark purple negligee he had forced upon me. It had a matching crotchless g string panties. The lace was almost transparent and my bare nipples could be seen easily. The halter neck dress had a deep slit in the front  that plunged to my navel and a low back as well. I glanced at myself in the mirror. I thought I looked quite sexy except for my messed up hair. He caught me by my trailing hair and turned me around and grabbed my bidy with both arms. He was kissing me all over my face and grabbing my butt and pressing his cock into my belly. Then we were lip kissing and tonguing and my arms turned from pushing him away to wrapped around his neck. He put his strong arms under my thighs and his hands upon my butt and lifted me high and Down upon his cock. He slipped thru my crotchless panties into my very wet cunt.   He was very strong and lifted my butt up and down on his cock while I supported my weight with my arms around his neck and my legs gripping his body. He walked me round the room pumping away and stopped in front of the mirror sideways. I looked aside at myself being fucked in the mirror. It was so exciting to watch our bodies rubbing together.

"You like watching yourself.eh?" Fred noted, and carried me to the wall mirror where he put me down oblique to the mirror and my butt to him. I put both my arms on a table and he lifted one of my legs high whilst I stood on one leg. Then he screwed me from behind. In the mirror,looking sideways i could see his cock pumping in and out of my cunt, my vaginal lips following his cock in and out. It's the most arousing view and after five minutes if hard pumping, I came with wonderfully pleasurable orgasm. "It's good! It's so good," I moaned. And then , " ah, ah , ah " soft mews of pleasure as he increased the tempo and depths of his thrusts to intensify my orgasm. When the last quiver of orgasm had gone out of me. He put me down. I collapsed on my knees facing him, and grabbing my hair he directed me to his cock, " breakfast time for you'" he said. So I let him pump his cock in and out of my mouth like a vagina whilst I fondled his balls and I watched his cock going in and out of my mouth in the mirror until he came, swallowing every drop of semen as it came. Then licking my lips and chin and his cock fir every last drop........