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Re: My Sexual Experience During This Recession
That's is very true. It really feel good to have a willing partner and no pressure from her.
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Re: My Sexual Experience During This Recession
keep it up!! haha i suppose there will be more gals coming up~~
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Re: My Sexual Experience During This Recession
It was both a sigh of relief & a tinge of desolation when Annette’s house was done. The stress of delivering the project on time against the perks that it offered. Anyhow, either due to the will of heaven or the menace of Annette, we managed to deliver the works on time.
Annette’s earlier revelation of oversea guests was no bluff & she told me to be around to ensure that everything would be running smoothly. Now to tell the truth, if it was a simple electrical trip, I knew where the electrical distribution board & switching it back up was no problem but if it was anything worse than that, then I would be as lost as a Masai warrior in New York. Or to be politically impartial, as lost as a New Yorker in the Kalahari desert. So with the balance of my commission at stake, I put Ah Beng on quick dial on my mobile & presented myself at the small gathering. Annette’s guest were evidently distant relatives & friends amounting to about a dozen, half of whom were middle age tai-tais & the other half in the mould of Paris Hilton. Annette introduced me briefly as ‘the contractor’ & they gave me the once over & turned their proud haughty attention somewhere else as though a contractor amongst their midst was beyond them. The elderly ladies were dressed in their traditional elegance & the young ladies mainly in designer jeans & tees except for a pair of twins who are in flowery spaghetti strap sun dress exposing fanciful bra straps on skinny shoulders. I retired to the backyard to keep Daniella company while she did her chores & Annette showed her guest her newly renovated rooms. Soon the chatter died down & Annette gathered the elderly ladies in the living room while the young ladies moved on to the swimming pool & I planted myself in a vantage point to enjoy the view. The young ladies transformed themselves into fairies in bikinis of bright & exciting shades of colours. Some were dipping in the pool while others baked themselves in the sun & I would have transported myself there immediately if anyone of them had requested for tanning lotion. Hats & sunglasses accessorized their dainty tits, flat tummies, perky assess & long thin legs. Whether those legs were flawless or not, I would need a closer look which alas was not going to happen. ‘Daniella, can we have some tea here & bring some ice lemon tea to the swimming pool!’ Annette’s voice boomed. With a large pitcher of ice lemon tea & empty glasses, Daniella went out to the pool & approached the pair of twins who were lying face up on the apron of the pool. They removed the hats shielding their faces & sat up, hooking the bikini straps back on their shoulders before any damage could be done & then it struck me. If you could kindly go back a few paragraphs. The twins were wearing ‘flowery spaghetti sun dress exposing fanciful bra strips on skinny shoulders’. What that meant my friends is that there were undies, USED UNDIES lying around somewhere. I didn’t exactly have a fetish for used undies but that was the closest (in the sexual sense) that I might be able to get to them & it got my heart fluttering. Now if they had left them in the guest’s bath, then it would be a bit tedious with Annette & the lot in the house but on the other hand if they had left them in the external toilet meant for swimmers, then ‘HO SAY LIAO!’ So I made my way to the external toilet like an eager miner prospecting for gold & as I opened the toilet door, I struck the mother node. Panties from conservative feminine boxer to kinky g-string hung from hooks, bras of all shapes & sizes hung over the glass shower screen. I locked the door from the inside & started sniffing through the bras like a police dog sniffing for drugs, no nooks & corner escaped my attention & I spent a little more time on the 2 pairs with fanciful bra straps which I’m sure you know belong to who. Next up were the panties & some were rather fresh like they were just changed that morning & some slightly soiled like they were worn overnight but tainted with the mesmerizing scent of the female sexual excretion. I sniffed through all of them, getting an erection for my effort. I unzipped my pants & brought my brother to the party. I chose the most soiled piece & wrapped it around my cock & went into masturbation mode, fantasizing myself sandwiched between the twins’ naked bodies…… Then suddenly, ‘Knock! Knock!’ ‘What the fuck!’ I cursed beneath my breadth & quickly returned the toys to their proper order. That done, I unlocked the door & saw Daniella outside looking frazzled. ‘Lucky I find you, I thought you go back already.’ Daniella said with relief. ‘Ya, I need to attend to some urgent repairs in the toilet.’ I said. But with the door locked & without any tools, I found it hard to convince even myself. But Daniella was not at all interested in my explanation & asked, ‘Sir, you got screwdriver?’ ‘Screwdriver?’ & how can a contractor be without a screwdriver but the fact is, I wasn’t a contractor but remembering Ah Beng’s tool box in the backyard, ‘Think so, ya.’ ‘Can borrow?’ Daniella requested. ‘Ya, sure,’ I said & led Daniella to the backyard. ‘You want the ‘+’ head or ‘-‘ head?’ I enquired further from Daniella as we made our way through the kitchen. ‘?????’ Daniella was at a total lost but emphasized, ‘2 screwdrivers. You got 2. I need 2 screwdrivers.” Now, we lost each other & before we went missing, I stopped walking, turned to Daniella & said, ‘Why don’t you tell me what is the problem & I will try to fix it for you.’ & Daniella told me. |
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Pls continue bro..don't keep us in suspense.
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Re: My Sexual Experience During This Recession
Looking forward to read more.
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Re: My Sexual Experience During This Recession
‘Ahh… I see.’ I said when Daniella concluded her story.
I deliberated for only a short instant & told her, ‘I take care of it. First, you have oranges?’ Now Daniella was perplexed, ‘Oranges?’ she asked. ‘Yes, oranges,’ I repeated & Daniella rummaged through the fridge & managed to come up with a dozen. Pointing to the Philippe Starck ‘spider’ juicer standing proudly at the corner of the kitchen counter, I told Daniella, ‘Squeeze them all. & take your time!’ Then I went over to Annette’s liquor cabinet, careful to be as inconspicuous to the old hacks (why should I be polite to them when they were not to me) as possible. I took down an opened bottle of Absolut & the stainless steel cocktail shaker & took them to the kitchen. I left the bottle of Absolut with Daniella & told her I would be back, leaving with the shaker. I went back to the external toilet & by now, I’m sure you know I was up to no good. I relocked the door & put the shaker on the vanity. I found the twins’ bras & cupped them over my nose & inhaled the fresh fragrance of young virginal girls’ tits & hung them around my neck. I searched for the pair of soiled panty again & brought it to my nose to draw in the seductive intoxicating musky aroma that men absolutely venerated & brought myself to erection. I unbuttoned, unzipped & lowered my pants & underwear & the slinky pair of panty went around my cock & I masturbated away, back to being sandwiched by the Thomson Twins, I meant the naked twins. Would their breasts be identical, would their pussies smell the same or does one like to suck & the other like to be licked. In my fantasy, I was now lying on my back. One of the twins was riding me cowgirl style playing with her own boobs, her cunt strangling my brother like a vice & the other sitting on my face facing her twin, pussy on my mouth smearing cunt juice on my lips, her fingers tormenting my nipples. When I was near my climax, I reached for the shaker & pumped my load into it. Mission accomplished, I returned to the kitchen. Daniella was done with the squeezing & was waiting for me. I took the freshly squeezed orange juice & poured it into the shaker to mix with the equally freshly pumped semen without Daniella’s knowledge. Then I explained to Daniella what the twins meant when they refused the ice lemon tea & asked for screwdrivers instead & she nodded in bewilderment. I stirred the mixture in the shaker with a spoon & took out 2 tall glasses, dumped in several cubes of ices, poured in a generous portion of Absolut followed by twice the amount of orange juice, leaving a little left over in the shaker. I took a few steps to the fridge to take another orange to cut as garnish & when I returned, in the few moments that my back was turned, THE SHAKER WAS EMPTIED! I looked at Daniella, then at the shaker & then back to Daniella again & she apologized, ‘I thirsty lah.’ ‘Oh, Daniella!’ I exclaimed, ‘You….. Never mind…..’ I treated it as a minor consolation & a small compensation for the CIM that Daniella denied me the last time. I checked the drinks to make sure that there were no noticeable traces of my legacy & then sent Daniella out with the 2 glasses & watched with anticipation from afar. The twins took tentative sips at first, found the screwdrivers to their liking & gulped down a mouthful & my brother felt greatly appreciated to have contributed to the concoction. As I watched, my fantasy continued with me sitting on the edge of the pool, legs apart dangling into the water. The twins standing in the pool facing me between my legs. I had one hand on each of their delicate mallories, twirling their pink nipples & both of them blowing me at the same time to high heaven. For 1 brief moment, I entertained the foolish thought of bringing some of the undies home as souvenirs & keep-sakes but they were certainly going to be missed, won’t they? & I would be the only viable suspect, won’t I? In fact, much as I wanted to, I took extreme care not to leave any obvious stains & DNA evidence. I know it’s a bit of an anti-climax but that was how I screwed their drivers. |
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Re: My Sexual Experience During This Recession
LOL i love this screwdriver part... Keep up the good work
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#53
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Re: My Sexual Experience During This Recession
Screwdriver is missing now...
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