Karen
by HBBO @ sgforums
Part 8
My heart sank when Karen pleaded "Wait!....." I was in a dilemma whether to thrust the remaining half of my cock into Karen's tight pussy or to withdraw completely, when Karen continued "Don't cum inside me hor." That was the most unambiguous consent that I had ever gotten from Karen and that provided all the encouragement that I needed to push the rest of my cock into Karen - causing her to squeal in delight.
With my cock fully sheathed in Karen's sacred love tunnel, I paused momentarily to savour my "victory" and to comprehend the almost surreal nature of our union. I then gently pinned Karen against the glass-partition wall of the shower stall and slowly pumped my cock in and out of Karen's tight pussy using long deliberate stroke as we fucked in a standing position. I picked up the pace after some 10 minutes of gentle love-making when I sensed that Karen was on the verge of an orgasm. The rapid pounding of my cock soon pushed Karen over the edge - causing her to shudder as she cummed amid moans of ecstasy.
By then, I was also getting closed to my own orgasm. I continued pounding non-stop into Karen's wet pussy (grunting with each thrust of my cock) while she was still squirming from her intense orgasm. Within minutes, I felt my floodgate opening. I pulled out my cock and sprayed my hot semen all over the shower stall – including some which landed on Karen's body. That was one of the most powerful orgasm that I have had for a long time!
We had sex several more times over the next 2 days at the Bali resort - including once when Karen woke me up in the middle of the night with a blow job and then straddled me while I was still in bed.
---------------------------------------------------
After our return from Bali, we continued to have sex on a regular basis. My relationship with Karen was clearly beyond that of a "special friend". Nonetheless, Karen continued to reject me as a bf – claiming that she was not ready for a serious relationship so soon after her breakup with Anthony. I found that hard to accept as it was already more than a year after the breakup. We argued frequently over this and the tension eventually led to us drifting apart.
In the end, the disillusionment led to me taking up an offer from my Company for a 2-year posting to the USA. That was the straw that finally broke our relationship. Soon after that, Karen took up a scholarship to do an MBA programme at the University of New South Wales (UNSW). We lost contact with each other soon after that.
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4 years later
With the completion of my 2-year posting in USA, I was sent back to the Regional HQ in Singapore and was soon caught up with the "rat race". By then, my memories of Karen have faded into the background - until I found a letter sitting in my letter box one day.
It was a wedding invitation. It was addressed to "Mr Wanker" and signed off by "Yours Peaches". With that, tears started streaming uncontrollably from my eyes as memories of Karen flashed through my mind.......
The End
Afternote
Since the story has ended, I would like the opportunity to address some of the issues that were raised by readers either directly on the forum or indirectly through their PMs to me:
1. Is the story "copied" or "original"?
There were a few readers who accused me of copying the story from somewhere (although none of them were able to furnish any proof). Well, the truth is that the story is 100% original. For those who are still unconvinced, so be it. I am not going to waste my breaths to try to convince you otherwise.
2. Is it a "true story" or a "fiction"?
The story is 80% truth and 20% artistic exaggeration. The people mentioned in the story (for example Karen and Anthony) are all real person. But their names have been changed to protect their privacy. All the events and incidents described in the story (example braless in office, Man U vs Arsenal bet, Mt Faber and Bali incidents) are all real. The exaggerations are in the sex scenes. They have been "spiced up" to make them more exciting for the readers.
3. Why did I write the story?
Contrary to what some people may think, I did not write the story out of vengeance. Believe it or not - I wrote the story so as to improve on my English. I used to write a lot in my previous job. Now that I have switched job, I have a lot less opportunity to write. To prevent my writing skills from degenerating, I decided to write a story about my r/s with "karen".
4. Did I end the story pre-maturely because I was bored?
The truth is that my original plan is to complete the story in 6 parts. But when I started writing, I begin to recall more and more incidents which I thought would be of interests to the readers. The story was therefore expanded to 8 parts. Even then, there were a lot of other interesting incidents that have to be left out due to constraint of space. Otherwise, the story will continue to maybe 20 parts. I hope you realised that it is not easy to condense 2 years of my life into an 8-part story.
5. Did Karen really have a "hairless pussy"?
This has to be the weirdest question that I have received from my readers! Is it really that rare for a girl to get a bikini wax???? Maybe we should do a poll here at the Bar
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Karen - part 6
Karen
by HBBO @ sgforums
Part 6
My relationship with Karen was a complex one. Karen has not regarded me as her bf, even though it was apparent to both of us that our friendship was already beyond platonic level. In one of our subsequent conversation, Karen defined me as a "special friend", although she did not quite explain the meaning of that. I guess we were sort of midway between normal friends and a bf-gf type of relationship.
In any case, our relationship continued to grow following the dry f?ck session. As her "special friend", I was granted "free access privilege" – meaning that I could touch her freely (except for her pussy). This was a privilege I used very regularly as I simply could not keep my hands away from Karen's gorgeous boobs. I would grope her whenever we had the privacy – in the car, in parks, in lifts, at staircases, etc.
Very often, our weekend dates would end up as petting sessions in my car and with Karen finishing me off with a handjob. At times when she was in a "playful" mood, she would tease me by kissing the tip of my cock or giving my hard shaft a few quick licks during the handjob session. Nevertheless, Karen has never acceded to any of my requests for blowjobs – maybe she felt that blowjob (just like touching of pussy) was considered too intimate even for a "special friend". However, this was set to change a couple of months later when one of our petting sessions got too intense!
The incident started out as a routine movie date one Saturday night. It was a very good RA movie (can't recall the title) with a lot of nudities and a couple of extremely hot sex scenes which left me both aroused and frustrated as the cinema was too crowded for me to fondle Karen's boobs without being too obvious. By the time the show ended, it was already past 2am (it was a midnight show). We were both feeling a bit hungry and we decided to head to Newton for supper. During supper, we talked about the movie and Karen admitted that she found the sex scenes stimulating as well! I quickly seized upon the opportunity and persuaded Karen to go "park-tor" at Mount Faber. Karen saw through my intention immediately and teased me for being a "pervert". But despite this, she agreed.
By the time we drove up the slope to Mount Faber, it was already past 3am. Except for 2 other cars in the car park, the whole place seemed deserted (which is not surprising at this unearthly hour). We parked our car and took a short walk to one of the pavilion (about 200 metres away) which overlooked the sea. As we walked, we groped each other like 2 horny teenagers. By the time we reached the pavilion, Karen's bra has been unclasped and one of my hands was already under her blouse fondling her naked boobs. I wasted no time in lifting up Karen's blouse and burying my face into her boobs the moment we reached the pavilion.
I was busy caressing, sucking and nibbling away on Karen's nipples for almost 10 minutes before I noticed Karen looking intently at something behind me. I turned around and soon spotted what caught Karen's attention – there was another couple in the next pavilion about 50 metres away from us! While it was too far away and too dark to see their faces clearly, it was obvious from the silhouettes (illuminated by the moonlight) that the couple was busy petting – just like us!
What surprised me was not the couple's presence in the next pavilion, but the fact that Karen did not stop me while I was sucking away on her boobs. It was obvious that they could see us (or rather our silhouettes) if they happened to look at our direction. I asked Karen if she prefers to shift to another location, but Karen said that it was "not necessary". It was then that I suspected Karen has an exhibitionist streak in her. The risk of being seen somehow heightened the sexual arousal in her. [Note: I also recalled that Karen had previously told me that she loves to suntan topless when she was holidaying overseas]
With Karen's assurance, I continued to lavish her boobs with kisses and caresses. The presence of "possible audiences" amplified the erotic feeling in both of us. Soon, I had Karen squirming with arousal and moaning softly to every flick of my tongue on her nipples. By then, I was also panting with excitement. My cock was hard like a rod and with copious amount of pre-cum flowing freely from the tip.
Sensing my need for relief, Karen unzipped my pant and wrapped her small delicate hand tightly around my fully rigid shaft before pulling it free from the tight confine of my pant. With my cock out in the open, Karen proceeded to jerk me off with her usual slow and gentle rhythm. This has the effect of intensifying my arousal without pushing me too quickly to the point of no return. I closed my eyes as I took in the intense pleasure that Karen was lavishing on my cock.
I opened my eyes a few minutes later when I felt a warm and wet feeling on my cock. I was totally surprised to see Karen kneeling in front of me and with my cock completely engulfed in her mouth. Finally, Karen was giving me the blowjob which I had been yearning for several months - in the open and only 50m away from another couple. It was magical. It was almost unbelievable!
For the next 10 minutes, Karen licked and sucked on my cock while concurrently massaging my balls with her hands. Her skilful and enthusiastic oral manipulating soon pushed me to the edge. I warned Karen as I felt my floodgate opening. Karen barely had enough time to pull away from my cock before I lost control and sprayed my cum several feet into the air – and wetting the pavilion floor with my creamy discharge in the process. The orgasm was so intense that I felt my knees almost buckled under my own weight as I ejaculated.
As I regained my composure and my sanity, I saw Karen seated on the pavilion bench and struggling to put on her bra (which I had removed earlier). Without any warning, I lunged forward, pushed my hand under Karen's short skirt and touched her pussy. Taken aback by my abrupt incursion, Karen could only whimper a half-hearted protest and soon "surrendered" herself to the inevitable pleasure of having her pussy massaged.
To allow me easier access to her pussy, I laid Karen down on the bench and placed her legs on each side of the bench. This caused her thighs to be spread wide and thus surrendering her panty-clad pussy to my mercy. In spite of her panty, I had no problem locating her clitoris (which was already engorged) and gave the nub a good rub down through her panty. This made her already soaked panty even wetter by the minute.
Sensing that Karen would not object, I gently pulled aside her panty to expose her waxed pussy to the night air. Seeing Karen's totally bare pussy was having a stimulating effect on my cock as it started stirring back to life. Nevertheless I was determined not to allow my cock to distract me from giving Karen her well deserved orgasm tonight.
I lubricated my fingers with Karen's juice and gently inserted them into Karen's incredibly tight pussy – one at a time until I had 3 fingers in her pussy. I then started finger-fucking Karen and simultaneously rubbing/licking her clitoris until she cummed several minutes later amid a series of soft moans.
By then, my horny cock was fully erected again. I asked Karen if I could fuck her, but was flatly rejected. Nonetheless, she gave me a 2nd blowjob of the night. This time I lasted much longer and the eventual orgasm was almost as powerful as the first. I felt my balls totally drained of semen as I stained the pavilion floor with my cum for the 2nd time that night.
It was at this juncture that we noticed the couple at the next pavilion has already disappeared. Till today, we have no way of verifying how much they have seen of our petting session.
End of Part 6 (To be continued)
by HBBO @ sgforums
Part 6
My relationship with Karen was a complex one. Karen has not regarded me as her bf, even though it was apparent to both of us that our friendship was already beyond platonic level. In one of our subsequent conversation, Karen defined me as a "special friend", although she did not quite explain the meaning of that. I guess we were sort of midway between normal friends and a bf-gf type of relationship.
In any case, our relationship continued to grow following the dry f?ck session. As her "special friend", I was granted "free access privilege" – meaning that I could touch her freely (except for her pussy). This was a privilege I used very regularly as I simply could not keep my hands away from Karen's gorgeous boobs. I would grope her whenever we had the privacy – in the car, in parks, in lifts, at staircases, etc.
Very often, our weekend dates would end up as petting sessions in my car and with Karen finishing me off with a handjob. At times when she was in a "playful" mood, she would tease me by kissing the tip of my cock or giving my hard shaft a few quick licks during the handjob session. Nevertheless, Karen has never acceded to any of my requests for blowjobs – maybe she felt that blowjob (just like touching of pussy) was considered too intimate even for a "special friend". However, this was set to change a couple of months later when one of our petting sessions got too intense!
The incident started out as a routine movie date one Saturday night. It was a very good RA movie (can't recall the title) with a lot of nudities and a couple of extremely hot sex scenes which left me both aroused and frustrated as the cinema was too crowded for me to fondle Karen's boobs without being too obvious. By the time the show ended, it was already past 2am (it was a midnight show). We were both feeling a bit hungry and we decided to head to Newton for supper. During supper, we talked about the movie and Karen admitted that she found the sex scenes stimulating as well! I quickly seized upon the opportunity and persuaded Karen to go "park-tor" at Mount Faber. Karen saw through my intention immediately and teased me for being a "pervert". But despite this, she agreed.
By the time we drove up the slope to Mount Faber, it was already past 3am. Except for 2 other cars in the car park, the whole place seemed deserted (which is not surprising at this unearthly hour). We parked our car and took a short walk to one of the pavilion (about 200 metres away) which overlooked the sea. As we walked, we groped each other like 2 horny teenagers. By the time we reached the pavilion, Karen's bra has been unclasped and one of my hands was already under her blouse fondling her naked boobs. I wasted no time in lifting up Karen's blouse and burying my face into her boobs the moment we reached the pavilion.
I was busy caressing, sucking and nibbling away on Karen's nipples for almost 10 minutes before I noticed Karen looking intently at something behind me. I turned around and soon spotted what caught Karen's attention – there was another couple in the next pavilion about 50 metres away from us! While it was too far away and too dark to see their faces clearly, it was obvious from the silhouettes (illuminated by the moonlight) that the couple was busy petting – just like us!
What surprised me was not the couple's presence in the next pavilion, but the fact that Karen did not stop me while I was sucking away on her boobs. It was obvious that they could see us (or rather our silhouettes) if they happened to look at our direction. I asked Karen if she prefers to shift to another location, but Karen said that it was "not necessary". It was then that I suspected Karen has an exhibitionist streak in her. The risk of being seen somehow heightened the sexual arousal in her. [Note: I also recalled that Karen had previously told me that she loves to suntan topless when she was holidaying overseas]
With Karen's assurance, I continued to lavish her boobs with kisses and caresses. The presence of "possible audiences" amplified the erotic feeling in both of us. Soon, I had Karen squirming with arousal and moaning softly to every flick of my tongue on her nipples. By then, I was also panting with excitement. My cock was hard like a rod and with copious amount of pre-cum flowing freely from the tip.
Sensing my need for relief, Karen unzipped my pant and wrapped her small delicate hand tightly around my fully rigid shaft before pulling it free from the tight confine of my pant. With my cock out in the open, Karen proceeded to jerk me off with her usual slow and gentle rhythm. This has the effect of intensifying my arousal without pushing me too quickly to the point of no return. I closed my eyes as I took in the intense pleasure that Karen was lavishing on my cock.
I opened my eyes a few minutes later when I felt a warm and wet feeling on my cock. I was totally surprised to see Karen kneeling in front of me and with my cock completely engulfed in her mouth. Finally, Karen was giving me the blowjob which I had been yearning for several months - in the open and only 50m away from another couple. It was magical. It was almost unbelievable!
For the next 10 minutes, Karen licked and sucked on my cock while concurrently massaging my balls with her hands. Her skilful and enthusiastic oral manipulating soon pushed me to the edge. I warned Karen as I felt my floodgate opening. Karen barely had enough time to pull away from my cock before I lost control and sprayed my cum several feet into the air – and wetting the pavilion floor with my creamy discharge in the process. The orgasm was so intense that I felt my knees almost buckled under my own weight as I ejaculated.
As I regained my composure and my sanity, I saw Karen seated on the pavilion bench and struggling to put on her bra (which I had removed earlier). Without any warning, I lunged forward, pushed my hand under Karen's short skirt and touched her pussy. Taken aback by my abrupt incursion, Karen could only whimper a half-hearted protest and soon "surrendered" herself to the inevitable pleasure of having her pussy massaged.
To allow me easier access to her pussy, I laid Karen down on the bench and placed her legs on each side of the bench. This caused her thighs to be spread wide and thus surrendering her panty-clad pussy to my mercy. In spite of her panty, I had no problem locating her clitoris (which was already engorged) and gave the nub a good rub down through her panty. This made her already soaked panty even wetter by the minute.
Sensing that Karen would not object, I gently pulled aside her panty to expose her waxed pussy to the night air. Seeing Karen's totally bare pussy was having a stimulating effect on my cock as it started stirring back to life. Nevertheless I was determined not to allow my cock to distract me from giving Karen her well deserved orgasm tonight.
I lubricated my fingers with Karen's juice and gently inserted them into Karen's incredibly tight pussy – one at a time until I had 3 fingers in her pussy. I then started finger-fucking Karen and simultaneously rubbing/licking her clitoris until she cummed several minutes later amid a series of soft moans.
By then, my horny cock was fully erected again. I asked Karen if I could fuck her, but was flatly rejected. Nonetheless, she gave me a 2nd blowjob of the night. This time I lasted much longer and the eventual orgasm was almost as powerful as the first. I felt my balls totally drained of semen as I stained the pavilion floor with my cum for the 2nd time that night.
It was at this juncture that we noticed the couple at the next pavilion has already disappeared. Till today, we have no way of verifying how much they have seen of our petting session.
End of Part 6 (To be continued)
Monday, July 6, 2009
Karen - part 5
Karen
by HBBO @ sgforums
Part 5
Things got even hotter in the weeks following the webcam incident. During one of our weekend dates, we happened to talk about soccer, specifically, the EPL (English Premium League). Karen was an avid fan of Arsenal whereas I am a diehard Man United supporter. The 2 teams had been scheduled to play against each other in a top-of-the-table clash that night, and we had a major disagreement over which team would win the match.
To settle the argument once and for all, I suggested to Karen that we should make a bet on the outcome of the match. Karen readily took up the challenge. We then spent the next 30mins discussing the "penalty" for the loser. After much negotiation, it was decided that if I lose, my penalty would be to swim naked in the sea. Whereas if Karen lose, she would have to let me fondle her breasts for 5 mins!
Until today, I never quite understood why Karen agreed to such a penalty. Perhaps she was over-confident (cos Arsenal had home ground advantage). Perhaps she was being flirtatious. Or perhaps she was just doing me a favour (without being too obvious) by giving me a chance to touch her breasts (knowing that I had been quite obsessed with her tits since the webcam incident).
It is important to note that, at the time of this event, Karen had not agreed to be my girlfriend. She claimed that she was not ready to start another relationship so soon after her breakup with Anthony.
In any case, to cut a long story short, Man United won the match by a slender margin of 1-0. We were watching the live broadcast on the large screen TV at a 24-hour coffeeshop in Sengkang when Man United scored the winning goal in the dying minutes of the game.
I was elated to have won the bet, although I was half-expecting Karen to "chicken out". Fortunately, Karen did not disappoint. She was not upset at all about losing the bet. In fact, Karen was quite sporting and agreed to pay up her "penalty" that very same night.
We decided that my car would be the most convenient place for Karen to pay her 'debt". So I drove my car to a quiet multi-storey carpark and proceeded to claim my prize. I was expecting Karen to remain passive during her 5 mins "ordeal", but I was wrong. Karen was in a flirtatious mood. I could hardly contain my excitement when Karen climbed over from her seat and sat on my lap (facing me). In that position, her boobs were just inches away from my face!
My heart was thumping madly, my throat was dry and there were slight trembles in my hands as I gently placed both my palms on Karen's boobs – for the first time after more than a year of lusting after them. Karen's eyes were closed tightly as I gently caressed and squeezed her breasts. Not contented with just touching her boobs through her clothing, I lifted up Karen's blouse until her bra was exposed. It was a lacy half-cup bra which exposed a good amount of Karen's tit flesh to my mercy. I could not resist the temptation as I leaned forward to cover her exposed flesh with wet kisses. There was no objection from Karen and her eyes remained shut throughout.
Karen's lack of objection emboldened me as I reached behind to unclasp her bra and fully exposed her beautiful tits – which are considered pretty large for her small body frame. Karen's nipples were already hard - not sure if it was from the air-con or from the sensation of having her breasts fondled. I alternated between squeezing, kissing and sucking on Karen's tits.
Soon Karen's was starting to take in deep breaths as the tinkling sensation of having both her breasts "assaulted" started spreading to the rest of her body. By then, my cock was already super hard. With Karen sitting on my lap and coupled with my tight jean, it was starting to feel painful to have my hard cock trapped for so long inside my pant. I used that as an excuse and told Karen that I needed to unzip my jean to ease the pressure on my cock. Karen flashed me a mischievous grin but did not say anything. I took that as an "okay" and proceeded to unzip and pull down my jean (and underwear) to my knee level – thus exposing my hard cock to Karen.
Upon seeing my exposed cock, Karen simply smiled. Without any encouragement or prompting from me, Karen voluntarily wrapped her small hand around my hard shaft and gave my cock a few gentle squeezes. She then went on to stroke my cock using slow deliberate movements as she slowly brought me close to the plateau of orgasm. Just when I was about to cum. Karen stopped suddenly. My initial disappointment soon turned to joy as Karen starting grinding her pelvic against my exposed erection. I could feel Karen's wet pussy, separated only by her thin g-string, rubbing against my cock as she dry f?cked me in the car.
The dry f?cking action brought me over the edge within minutes as I could not hold back the floodgate any longer. I literally exploded and fired off jets after jets of hot cum all over – messing up my car and Karen's clothing in the process. This was the best "sex" that I ever had. Although it was only dry f?cking with no actual penetration, the orgasm was simply mind-blowing!
After I have calmed down from my orgasm, I offered to finger Karen to repay her for the wonderful experience – for turning a 5 mins breasts fondling session into a dry f?cking session. But she refused to let me touch her pussy. I was puzzled by her explanation:
".... cos we are just friends."
End of Part 5 (To be continued)
by HBBO @ sgforums
Part 5
Things got even hotter in the weeks following the webcam incident. During one of our weekend dates, we happened to talk about soccer, specifically, the EPL (English Premium League). Karen was an avid fan of Arsenal whereas I am a diehard Man United supporter. The 2 teams had been scheduled to play against each other in a top-of-the-table clash that night, and we had a major disagreement over which team would win the match.
To settle the argument once and for all, I suggested to Karen that we should make a bet on the outcome of the match. Karen readily took up the challenge. We then spent the next 30mins discussing the "penalty" for the loser. After much negotiation, it was decided that if I lose, my penalty would be to swim naked in the sea. Whereas if Karen lose, she would have to let me fondle her breasts for 5 mins!
Until today, I never quite understood why Karen agreed to such a penalty. Perhaps she was over-confident (cos Arsenal had home ground advantage). Perhaps she was being flirtatious. Or perhaps she was just doing me a favour (without being too obvious) by giving me a chance to touch her breasts (knowing that I had been quite obsessed with her tits since the webcam incident).
It is important to note that, at the time of this event, Karen had not agreed to be my girlfriend. She claimed that she was not ready to start another relationship so soon after her breakup with Anthony.
In any case, to cut a long story short, Man United won the match by a slender margin of 1-0. We were watching the live broadcast on the large screen TV at a 24-hour coffeeshop in Sengkang when Man United scored the winning goal in the dying minutes of the game.
I was elated to have won the bet, although I was half-expecting Karen to "chicken out". Fortunately, Karen did not disappoint. She was not upset at all about losing the bet. In fact, Karen was quite sporting and agreed to pay up her "penalty" that very same night.
We decided that my car would be the most convenient place for Karen to pay her 'debt". So I drove my car to a quiet multi-storey carpark and proceeded to claim my prize. I was expecting Karen to remain passive during her 5 mins "ordeal", but I was wrong. Karen was in a flirtatious mood. I could hardly contain my excitement when Karen climbed over from her seat and sat on my lap (facing me). In that position, her boobs were just inches away from my face!
My heart was thumping madly, my throat was dry and there were slight trembles in my hands as I gently placed both my palms on Karen's boobs – for the first time after more than a year of lusting after them. Karen's eyes were closed tightly as I gently caressed and squeezed her breasts. Not contented with just touching her boobs through her clothing, I lifted up Karen's blouse until her bra was exposed. It was a lacy half-cup bra which exposed a good amount of Karen's tit flesh to my mercy. I could not resist the temptation as I leaned forward to cover her exposed flesh with wet kisses. There was no objection from Karen and her eyes remained shut throughout.
Karen's lack of objection emboldened me as I reached behind to unclasp her bra and fully exposed her beautiful tits – which are considered pretty large for her small body frame. Karen's nipples were already hard - not sure if it was from the air-con or from the sensation of having her breasts fondled. I alternated between squeezing, kissing and sucking on Karen's tits.
Soon Karen's was starting to take in deep breaths as the tinkling sensation of having both her breasts "assaulted" started spreading to the rest of her body. By then, my cock was already super hard. With Karen sitting on my lap and coupled with my tight jean, it was starting to feel painful to have my hard cock trapped for so long inside my pant. I used that as an excuse and told Karen that I needed to unzip my jean to ease the pressure on my cock. Karen flashed me a mischievous grin but did not say anything. I took that as an "okay" and proceeded to unzip and pull down my jean (and underwear) to my knee level – thus exposing my hard cock to Karen.
Upon seeing my exposed cock, Karen simply smiled. Without any encouragement or prompting from me, Karen voluntarily wrapped her small hand around my hard shaft and gave my cock a few gentle squeezes. She then went on to stroke my cock using slow deliberate movements as she slowly brought me close to the plateau of orgasm. Just when I was about to cum. Karen stopped suddenly. My initial disappointment soon turned to joy as Karen starting grinding her pelvic against my exposed erection. I could feel Karen's wet pussy, separated only by her thin g-string, rubbing against my cock as she dry f?cked me in the car.
The dry f?cking action brought me over the edge within minutes as I could not hold back the floodgate any longer. I literally exploded and fired off jets after jets of hot cum all over – messing up my car and Karen's clothing in the process. This was the best "sex" that I ever had. Although it was only dry f?cking with no actual penetration, the orgasm was simply mind-blowing!
After I have calmed down from my orgasm, I offered to finger Karen to repay her for the wonderful experience – for turning a 5 mins breasts fondling session into a dry f?cking session. But she refused to let me touch her pussy. I was puzzled by her explanation:
".... cos we are just friends."
End of Part 5 (To be continued)
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Karen - part 4
Karen
by HBBO @ sgforums
Part 4
Two incidents happened in quick succession which further elevated my close relationship with Karen. These incidents happened about 10 months after Karen joined ABC Company.
The first incident was the breakup between Karen and Anthony. It came as a huge surprise for me as there were no prior "symptoms" of any deterioration in the relationship between the 2 of them. I only learnt about the breakup when I found Karen all quiet and teary one morning. Until today, I am not sure what triggered the breakup. Karen has never revealed to me the real reason behind the breakup despite our close friendship. She would always give some lame excuses and try to evade the issue whatever I ask her for the reason. I suspect that I may somehow be the underlying cause of the breakup.
While the breakup may have provided an ideal opportunity for me to move in and occupy the spot vacated by Anthony in her heart, I was careful not to do it too hastily as I did not want to prey on her weakened emotional state and be branded an opportunist. At that point of time, our close relationship has already generated a lot of gossips among our colleagues. I was not confident that Karen would be mentally prepared to start an office romance knowing that it would only stir up juicer and more frequent gossips from our colleagues.
The second incident happened shortly after her breakup. Karen has been head-hunted by one of our competitors and she decided to "jump ship" because the new company offered her a significantly higher salary - although I suspect that she also wanted the opportunity to get away from all the office gossips. While I was initially saddened by her sudden departure, I soon realised that her departure would allow our relationship to develop away from the prying eyes of our colleagues.
We continued to keep in close contact after Karen left ABC Company. We would meet almost every weekends (she was quite free during weekends as she was not attached anymore) and keep in touch through msn during the weekdays (often until late into the night). Having gotten over the breakup, Karen was back to her usual fun-loving and flirtatious self. During our msn chat sessions, we would tell dirty jokes and share erotic stories (just like in the good old days when Karen was working in ABC Company).
During one of our msn sessions, Karen was wearing a tight tank-top which clearly outlined the shape of her boobs and showed off a fair amount of cleavage (we both had our webcams on). I complimented Karen on her "nice pair of boobs". In response, she teased me by pulling her tank-top downward to expose an even larger area of cleavage. Karen was clearly in a super flirtatious mood that night. Knowing that I am a "boobs man", Karen then went on to tease me with a sensuous display of boobs massage through the webcam. Karen cupped both her breasts with her small hands and then slowly caressed and massaged them in an erotic manner. After about 5 mins of teasing, Karen reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. In one swift motion, Karen pulled out her bra from under her tank-top, leaving her braless in front of the webcam. She continued to grope her braless boobs as I looked on with a throbbing hard-on. At one point, she even lifted up her tank-top to show off the lower half of her boobs – almost exposing her nipples! Unfortunately, despite my repeated and often desperate pleadings, Karen refused to show me her whole boobs.
The entire display was conducted in a fun manner with Karen laughing and giggling throughout. But it was nonetheless super erotic. Karen was so damn hot that she left me totally breathless and with a seriously hard cock. Throughout the erotic display, I was stroking my cock under the table (away from Karen's sight). As a result, my whole cock was already coated with a thick layer of pre-cum by the time Karen ended her show some 10mins later.
Needless to say, I masturbated immediately after I terminated my msn session with Karen. I fantasised myself groping Karen's wonderful boobs, playing with her nipples and finally sandwiching my cock between her warm boobs and giving them a good f?ck. Already super aroused by the show, it did not take long before I cummed. I achieved a powerful climax which propelled my semen several feet into the air and left me exhausted.
End of Part 4 (To be continued)
by HBBO @ sgforums
Part 4
Two incidents happened in quick succession which further elevated my close relationship with Karen. These incidents happened about 10 months after Karen joined ABC Company.
The first incident was the breakup between Karen and Anthony. It came as a huge surprise for me as there were no prior "symptoms" of any deterioration in the relationship between the 2 of them. I only learnt about the breakup when I found Karen all quiet and teary one morning. Until today, I am not sure what triggered the breakup. Karen has never revealed to me the real reason behind the breakup despite our close friendship. She would always give some lame excuses and try to evade the issue whatever I ask her for the reason. I suspect that I may somehow be the underlying cause of the breakup.
While the breakup may have provided an ideal opportunity for me to move in and occupy the spot vacated by Anthony in her heart, I was careful not to do it too hastily as I did not want to prey on her weakened emotional state and be branded an opportunist. At that point of time, our close relationship has already generated a lot of gossips among our colleagues. I was not confident that Karen would be mentally prepared to start an office romance knowing that it would only stir up juicer and more frequent gossips from our colleagues.
The second incident happened shortly after her breakup. Karen has been head-hunted by one of our competitors and she decided to "jump ship" because the new company offered her a significantly higher salary - although I suspect that she also wanted the opportunity to get away from all the office gossips. While I was initially saddened by her sudden departure, I soon realised that her departure would allow our relationship to develop away from the prying eyes of our colleagues.
We continued to keep in close contact after Karen left ABC Company. We would meet almost every weekends (she was quite free during weekends as she was not attached anymore) and keep in touch through msn during the weekdays (often until late into the night). Having gotten over the breakup, Karen was back to her usual fun-loving and flirtatious self. During our msn chat sessions, we would tell dirty jokes and share erotic stories (just like in the good old days when Karen was working in ABC Company).
During one of our msn sessions, Karen was wearing a tight tank-top which clearly outlined the shape of her boobs and showed off a fair amount of cleavage (we both had our webcams on). I complimented Karen on her "nice pair of boobs". In response, she teased me by pulling her tank-top downward to expose an even larger area of cleavage. Karen was clearly in a super flirtatious mood that night. Knowing that I am a "boobs man", Karen then went on to tease me with a sensuous display of boobs massage through the webcam. Karen cupped both her breasts with her small hands and then slowly caressed and massaged them in an erotic manner. After about 5 mins of teasing, Karen reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. In one swift motion, Karen pulled out her bra from under her tank-top, leaving her braless in front of the webcam. She continued to grope her braless boobs as I looked on with a throbbing hard-on. At one point, she even lifted up her tank-top to show off the lower half of her boobs – almost exposing her nipples! Unfortunately, despite my repeated and often desperate pleadings, Karen refused to show me her whole boobs.
The entire display was conducted in a fun manner with Karen laughing and giggling throughout. But it was nonetheless super erotic. Karen was so damn hot that she left me totally breathless and with a seriously hard cock. Throughout the erotic display, I was stroking my cock under the table (away from Karen's sight). As a result, my whole cock was already coated with a thick layer of pre-cum by the time Karen ended her show some 10mins later.
Needless to say, I masturbated immediately after I terminated my msn session with Karen. I fantasised myself groping Karen's wonderful boobs, playing with her nipples and finally sandwiching my cock between her warm boobs and giving them a good f?ck. Already super aroused by the show, it did not take long before I cummed. I achieved a powerful climax which propelled my semen several feet into the air and left me exhausted.
End of Part 4 (To be continued)
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Karen - part 3
Karen
by HBBO @ sgforums
Part 3
My relationship with Karen in the months following the "braless" incident was truly enjoyable. Karen was often in a fun-loving and flirtatious mood. We would often trade dirty jokes, talk about our sexual fantasies as well as share erotic stories of our past sexual experiences.
I remembered one of Karen's stories got me all "steamed" up as it was one of my unfulfilled fantasy – sex in the classroom. I "interrogated" Karen on the incident and coaxed her to reveal graphic details of the incident (which she eventually did in bits-and-pieces and amidst much blushes).
Basically, the incident occurred during Karen's time in NTU when she was studying for an examination with her bf (Anthony) in a vacant classroom. Feeling stressed from the long hours of studying, Anthony requested Karen for a blowjob, which she gamely agreed. However after about 15mins of intense blowjob, Anthony was nowhere near to climaxing (maybe it was the exam stress). Karen was starting to get nervous about being discovered, so she agreed for Anthony to fuck her - hoping that he would cum quickly and they can then get dressed and get away from the classroom before they get caught. As there was no proper place to lie down in the classroom, the only logical position was for Karen to bend forward on a desk, forming an L-shape (with her arse and pussy sticking out). This allowed Anthony to hold on to Karen's hips and f?ck her pussy from the rear.
This position seemed to work well for Anthony. Anthony was steadily building up towards an intense orgasm as his cock pistoned in and out of Karen's tight pussy in double-quick time. Shortly before he climaxed, Anthony pulled his cock out from Karen's pussy and sprayed his semen into the wastepaper basket (they did not have a condom as the sex was not a planned activity). Karen told me that she did not achieve orgasm during this incident as she was too nervous about being caught. Nonetheless, she found the experience pleasurable.
That night, the mental images of Karen being fucked in the classroom provided the ample inspiration for my masturbation session. I imagined my hard cock pounding hard into Karen's pussy as she was bended helplessly over the tabletop. Needless to say, I had a powerful orgasm that night.
At this juncture, I think it is important for me to emphasise that while Karen may be open-minded and flirtatious at times, she has never come across as being slutty. She is steadfastly loyal to her bf, never had sex with anyone other than her bf, never had a One Night Stand and has never allowed me to act in an appropriate manner, such as touching or kissing her. I found that out during my birthday when she held a mini celebration for me at a Japanese restaurant. As she did not have a present for me, she asked me if I had a birthday wish. So I told her blatantly that I would love to fondle her boobs (just trying my luck). Karen giggled as she chided me for being a "pervert" and reminded me that she already has a bf. In the end, all I got from Karen for my birthday was a quick peck on the cheek.
Nonetheless, our relationship was elevated shortly after when Anthony decided to break off with Karen.
End of Part 3 (To be continued)
by HBBO @ sgforums
Part 3
My relationship with Karen in the months following the "braless" incident was truly enjoyable. Karen was often in a fun-loving and flirtatious mood. We would often trade dirty jokes, talk about our sexual fantasies as well as share erotic stories of our past sexual experiences.
I remembered one of Karen's stories got me all "steamed" up as it was one of my unfulfilled fantasy – sex in the classroom. I "interrogated" Karen on the incident and coaxed her to reveal graphic details of the incident (which she eventually did in bits-and-pieces and amidst much blushes).
Basically, the incident occurred during Karen's time in NTU when she was studying for an examination with her bf (Anthony) in a vacant classroom. Feeling stressed from the long hours of studying, Anthony requested Karen for a blowjob, which she gamely agreed. However after about 15mins of intense blowjob, Anthony was nowhere near to climaxing (maybe it was the exam stress). Karen was starting to get nervous about being discovered, so she agreed for Anthony to fuck her - hoping that he would cum quickly and they can then get dressed and get away from the classroom before they get caught. As there was no proper place to lie down in the classroom, the only logical position was for Karen to bend forward on a desk, forming an L-shape (with her arse and pussy sticking out). This allowed Anthony to hold on to Karen's hips and f?ck her pussy from the rear.
This position seemed to work well for Anthony. Anthony was steadily building up towards an intense orgasm as his cock pistoned in and out of Karen's tight pussy in double-quick time. Shortly before he climaxed, Anthony pulled his cock out from Karen's pussy and sprayed his semen into the wastepaper basket (they did not have a condom as the sex was not a planned activity). Karen told me that she did not achieve orgasm during this incident as she was too nervous about being caught. Nonetheless, she found the experience pleasurable.
That night, the mental images of Karen being fucked in the classroom provided the ample inspiration for my masturbation session. I imagined my hard cock pounding hard into Karen's pussy as she was bended helplessly over the tabletop. Needless to say, I had a powerful orgasm that night.
At this juncture, I think it is important for me to emphasise that while Karen may be open-minded and flirtatious at times, she has never come across as being slutty. She is steadfastly loyal to her bf, never had sex with anyone other than her bf, never had a One Night Stand and has never allowed me to act in an appropriate manner, such as touching or kissing her. I found that out during my birthday when she held a mini celebration for me at a Japanese restaurant. As she did not have a present for me, she asked me if I had a birthday wish. So I told her blatantly that I would love to fondle her boobs (just trying my luck). Karen giggled as she chided me for being a "pervert" and reminded me that she already has a bf. In the end, all I got from Karen for my birthday was a quick peck on the cheek.
Nonetheless, our relationship was elevated shortly after when Anthony decided to break off with Karen.
End of Part 3 (To be continued)
Friday, July 3, 2009
Karen - part 2
Karen
by HBBO @ sgforums
Part 2
My relationship with Karen changed dramatically after that incident. The incident has somehow deepened her trust in me and sex-related topics were no longer off-limit in our daily conversations. It was through these conversations that I realised Karen is a fun-loving, flirtatious and sexually adventurous young woman – and certainly not the "prim and proper" office executive whom I have known for the past 6 months. It was also through these conversations that I learnt of Karen's fetishes for sunbathing topless, sleeping in the nude and making love on the beach.
There was once when we were having lunch, we saw a Caucasian woman walking around braless in the food court. So that naturally became our conversational centrepiece for the day. Being open-minded, Karen insisted that there is nothing wrong with women not wearing bra. It was then when I jokingly dared her to come to work braless. I have never expected Karen to take my challenge seriously. The next day, Karen turned up for work in a suit (which is not unusual especially when we need to meet clients). During the morning tea break, she came over to my cubicle, flashed me an impish grin and declared "I am braless today." Her abrupt declaration caught me by surprise but I was certain that she was just teasing me so I jokingly admonished her "Don't bluff me, lah!"
She said nothing, but simply smiled, looked me straight in the eyes and started unbuttoning her office jacket –one button at a time. When the buttons were all undone, she pulled her jacket apart to expose the blouse underneath. Wrapped behind that ultra thin and figure hugging white blouse was Karen's braless boobs - full, round and firm - just like I had imagined. The outline of her erected nipples (either caused by the air-con or the sexual tension) was clearly visible. My cock went from a flaccid state to a full-blown hard-on in an instant. There were moments of awkward silence as I ogled her braless boobs and then we both burst out in laughter almost simultaneously. While the laughter may have ease the sexual tension, it failed to alleviate the aroused state of my cock.
Karen was amused when she noticed my erection and teasingly suggested that I should wank off in the toilet so that I could concentrate on my work later. I had to summon every ounce of my will power to resist the temptation to wank off, as I did not want to be at the receiving end of her endless teasing. Nonetheless, she still gave me a nickname - "Wanker". In retaliation, I called her "Peaches".
That's how we got our nicknames.
End of Part 2 (To be continued)
by HBBO @ sgforums
Part 2
My relationship with Karen changed dramatically after that incident. The incident has somehow deepened her trust in me and sex-related topics were no longer off-limit in our daily conversations. It was through these conversations that I realised Karen is a fun-loving, flirtatious and sexually adventurous young woman – and certainly not the "prim and proper" office executive whom I have known for the past 6 months. It was also through these conversations that I learnt of Karen's fetishes for sunbathing topless, sleeping in the nude and making love on the beach.
There was once when we were having lunch, we saw a Caucasian woman walking around braless in the food court. So that naturally became our conversational centrepiece for the day. Being open-minded, Karen insisted that there is nothing wrong with women not wearing bra. It was then when I jokingly dared her to come to work braless. I have never expected Karen to take my challenge seriously. The next day, Karen turned up for work in a suit (which is not unusual especially when we need to meet clients). During the morning tea break, she came over to my cubicle, flashed me an impish grin and declared "I am braless today." Her abrupt declaration caught me by surprise but I was certain that she was just teasing me so I jokingly admonished her "Don't bluff me, lah!"
She said nothing, but simply smiled, looked me straight in the eyes and started unbuttoning her office jacket –one button at a time. When the buttons were all undone, she pulled her jacket apart to expose the blouse underneath. Wrapped behind that ultra thin and figure hugging white blouse was Karen's braless boobs - full, round and firm - just like I had imagined. The outline of her erected nipples (either caused by the air-con or the sexual tension) was clearly visible. My cock went from a flaccid state to a full-blown hard-on in an instant. There were moments of awkward silence as I ogled her braless boobs and then we both burst out in laughter almost simultaneously. While the laughter may have ease the sexual tension, it failed to alleviate the aroused state of my cock.
Karen was amused when she noticed my erection and teasingly suggested that I should wank off in the toilet so that I could concentrate on my work later. I had to summon every ounce of my will power to resist the temptation to wank off, as I did not want to be at the receiving end of her endless teasing. Nonetheless, she still gave me a nickname - "Wanker". In retaliation, I called her "Peaches".
That's how we got our nicknames.
End of Part 2 (To be continued)
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Karen - part 1
Karen
by HBBO @ sgforums
This is a true story of my friend Karen and the "relationship" we had which lasted 2 years. The content of the story is true to the best of my memory, but the names have been changed to protect the privacy of the individuals involved. She is after all happily married now.
The story started a few months after I graduated from NUS. I was then working as a project coordinator in a large MNC (let's called it ABC Company). As I was a fresh graduate, I was full of energy and enthusiasm. I was also very ambitious and my only focus in life was to do well in my career so that I can live the Singapore dream (also known as the 5Cs). As a result, boy-girl relationship has taken a back seat. I have been single for a long time - since the 2nd year of my NUS study when I broke off from my last gf. But getting attached was the last thing on my mind. My only goal then was to scale the corporate ladder!
Karen came into my life about 6 months after I started working for ABC Company. I can still vividly remember that fateful Friday morning when the manager walked into the office with Karen in tour and introduced Karen as our new colleague. It was then that I first set eyes on Karen and she literally took my breath away - with her calm composure, her sweet smile and a damn attractive figure! For the first time in a long while, money and career have taken a back seat. On that fateful Friday morning, I experienced something which I have not experienced for a long time - love, and perhaps lust.....
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Before I continue with the rest of the story, I thought it may be apt at this juncture to give a brief introduction of Karen:- Karen was 21 yo when she first joined ABC Company. Like me, she was a fresh graduate on her first job (except that she graduated from NTU instead of NUS). Karen is what you would describe as "petite". She is about 1.55m tall and probably weighs no more than 45kg. She has shoulder-length hair (straight and black), wears a pair of Sarah Palin's lookalike rimless spectacle (she changed to contact lens a few months later) and is always immaculately dressed. She has a nice tan (from her regular swimming ritual), a slim figure and a pair of firm B-cup boobs (which appear pleasingly large on her petite frame). In short, I would describe Karen as an active sportsgirl, a home-loving person and a sexy pin-up all roll into one. Not surprisingly, Karen was already attached when she first joined ABC Company - she had a bf from NTU.
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Karen and I worked very closely at ABC Company as we were both assigned to the same project team. We got along particularly well in the team partly because we were the only 2 in the same age group (20-something), whereas the rest are already "uncles" and "aunties" in their 40s. Over time, we got very comfortable with each other and we ended up spending a lot of time together, not just in the office, but during lunch as well. We would talk about our past, our ambition, our family, our friends, our failed relationships, and everything else under the sun (except stuff which are of a sexual nature). In a nutshell, we were just like the best of pal. I have never expressed my true feelings for Karen - partly for fear of the office gossip and partly because I respected her relationship with her bf.
My relationship with Karen changed suddenly as a result of an incident which happened about 6 months after Karen joined ABC Company. Karen came into the office one morning wearing a collar-tee (which is unusual because she almost always wear a dress to work). On closer examination, I realised that Karen was trying to use the collar of her shirt to hide a love-bite on her neck!
Needless to say, she ended up being teased mercilessly by me that morning. Although she initially denied that it was a love bite (she claimed that she had accidentally scratched herself), she finally admitted sheepishly that the "scratch" was the result of a love-making session with her over-passionate bf the previous night. Upon further "interrogation", she revealed that she and her bf (Anthony) were at the movie the previous night. As it was a weekday, the cinema was quite empty. So the movie date became a "petting" session in the cinema and ended up with them having sex in Anthony's car after the movie. As Karen was relating the incident to me, erotic images of Karen were flashing through my mind - images of Anthony squeezing Karen's wonderful boobs in the cinema, images of Karen sucking Anthony's cock like some hardcore Japanese AV star, images of Karen's boobs bouncing wildly as Anthony's hard cock pounds into her tight pussy, images of Karen moaning in ecstasy as Anthony cummed into her pussy.
As expected of any hot blooded young man, I had a tremendous hard-on in the office. I could feel sticky pre-cum already oozing from the tip of my cock. I did the unthinkable. I excused myself discretely and wanked off in the office toilet. I had a fabulous orgasm within minutes, spurting streams after streams of hot semen into the toilet bowl as I "replayed" erotic images of Karen in my mind.
End of Part 1 (To be continued)
by HBBO @ sgforums
This is a true story of my friend Karen and the "relationship" we had which lasted 2 years. The content of the story is true to the best of my memory, but the names have been changed to protect the privacy of the individuals involved. She is after all happily married now.
The story started a few months after I graduated from NUS. I was then working as a project coordinator in a large MNC (let's called it ABC Company). As I was a fresh graduate, I was full of energy and enthusiasm. I was also very ambitious and my only focus in life was to do well in my career so that I can live the Singapore dream (also known as the 5Cs). As a result, boy-girl relationship has taken a back seat. I have been single for a long time - since the 2nd year of my NUS study when I broke off from my last gf. But getting attached was the last thing on my mind. My only goal then was to scale the corporate ladder!
Karen came into my life about 6 months after I started working for ABC Company. I can still vividly remember that fateful Friday morning when the manager walked into the office with Karen in tour and introduced Karen as our new colleague. It was then that I first set eyes on Karen and she literally took my breath away - with her calm composure, her sweet smile and a damn attractive figure! For the first time in a long while, money and career have taken a back seat. On that fateful Friday morning, I experienced something which I have not experienced for a long time - love, and perhaps lust.....
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Before I continue with the rest of the story, I thought it may be apt at this juncture to give a brief introduction of Karen:- Karen was 21 yo when she first joined ABC Company. Like me, she was a fresh graduate on her first job (except that she graduated from NTU instead of NUS). Karen is what you would describe as "petite". She is about 1.55m tall and probably weighs no more than 45kg. She has shoulder-length hair (straight and black), wears a pair of Sarah Palin's lookalike rimless spectacle (she changed to contact lens a few months later) and is always immaculately dressed. She has a nice tan (from her regular swimming ritual), a slim figure and a pair of firm B-cup boobs (which appear pleasingly large on her petite frame). In short, I would describe Karen as an active sportsgirl, a home-loving person and a sexy pin-up all roll into one. Not surprisingly, Karen was already attached when she first joined ABC Company - she had a bf from NTU.
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Karen and I worked very closely at ABC Company as we were both assigned to the same project team. We got along particularly well in the team partly because we were the only 2 in the same age group (20-something), whereas the rest are already "uncles" and "aunties" in their 40s. Over time, we got very comfortable with each other and we ended up spending a lot of time together, not just in the office, but during lunch as well. We would talk about our past, our ambition, our family, our friends, our failed relationships, and everything else under the sun (except stuff which are of a sexual nature). In a nutshell, we were just like the best of pal. I have never expressed my true feelings for Karen - partly for fear of the office gossip and partly because I respected her relationship with her bf.
My relationship with Karen changed suddenly as a result of an incident which happened about 6 months after Karen joined ABC Company. Karen came into the office one morning wearing a collar-tee (which is unusual because she almost always wear a dress to work). On closer examination, I realised that Karen was trying to use the collar of her shirt to hide a love-bite on her neck!
Needless to say, she ended up being teased mercilessly by me that morning. Although she initially denied that it was a love bite (she claimed that she had accidentally scratched herself), she finally admitted sheepishly that the "scratch" was the result of a love-making session with her over-passionate bf the previous night. Upon further "interrogation", she revealed that she and her bf (Anthony) were at the movie the previous night. As it was a weekday, the cinema was quite empty. So the movie date became a "petting" session in the cinema and ended up with them having sex in Anthony's car after the movie. As Karen was relating the incident to me, erotic images of Karen were flashing through my mind - images of Anthony squeezing Karen's wonderful boobs in the cinema, images of Karen sucking Anthony's cock like some hardcore Japanese AV star, images of Karen's boobs bouncing wildly as Anthony's hard cock pounds into her tight pussy, images of Karen moaning in ecstasy as Anthony cummed into her pussy.
As expected of any hot blooded young man, I had a tremendous hard-on in the office. I could feel sticky pre-cum already oozing from the tip of my cock. I did the unthinkable. I excused myself discretely and wanked off in the office toilet. I had a fabulous orgasm within minutes, spurting streams after streams of hot semen into the toilet bowl as I "replayed" erotic images of Karen in my mind.
End of Part 1 (To be continued)
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