Full Moon in Singapore - Sex Stories

Full Moon in Singapore

... drip my saliva all over her pussy, like maple syrup on pancakes. After some exquisite cunnilingus, I turned her around and slowly worked a wet finger into her anus. I can't tell you what it's like to hear a one night stand say that she's never had a finger up there, between soft slutty moans. Soon I had my entire middle finger in, and she was properly loosened up so that I could pump it with a good steady rhythm. I was expecting her to have an anal orgasm, but this seemed like wishful thinking, even with a little clitoral stimulation thrown in. Orgasm or no, she seemed to be really into it, so I relaxed and fell into the hypnotic rhythm. In and out, my slimy finger pushing, slushing in her tightest hole.

Kasevi got worked up enough that when I slipped the full length of my cock into her pussy and bottomed out she came instantly. I figured that was a good time as any for a smoke break.

"I'll give you my cum another time," I promised as I put the lighter down on the desk. As I blew a thick cloud of smoke out the window, I slapped my cock against her wagging tongue. Her ass was hidden in the recess where you stretched your legs or tucked in the chair. My good little puppy girl, all happy from her walk in the park. I stroked her head as she began to move down and lap at my balls, her aroma of sweat and strawberries mingling with that of the smoke.

*

It was 11pm, and I was on the roof enjoying another cigarette. I'd accompanied Kasevi back to her home which was a ...

... five minutes' walk from mine. I decided to stop and go up a block of apartments that was in between the two points. I liked the view from the top floor.

I went through the images in my mind as I relished the taste of my smoke: her tight blue jeans, the rouge of her eyes, the way she said my name as I plied into her, over and over and over. Her wet juices like a thousand crystals glistening on my throbbing cock. Good god.

The lift doors opened, and tiny slippered feet stepped out. It was JX. Or JJ. Everybody gave her different acronyms, and she never corrected anyone. To this day I just call her J. Like Kasevi, she was newly single, having broken up with Ethan, who was a mutual acquaintance. A slight thing with glasses, I recalled that she was maybe in her final year of studying to become a nurse. Soft-spoken, a reader with whom I'd had a very interesting chat about our desert island novels, needless to say I wouldn't have minded being a patient in her wing.

So I asked her if she would please feel my lower back, and tell me if she thought I was tense down there. Even though she wasn't a physiotherapist, she immediately assented. I felt the caress and pressing of her slim fingers, and imagined how exquisite they would feel sliding around other parts of my body. Like my shoulder blades, you perverts.

But the nerdy slut just went ahead and cupped my balls from behind.

"Oh, you're so full," in her barely audible deadpan, which I found curiously arousing. I wondered if ...