It is with extreme pride that I post this Readers’ Contributions.The reason for this? It is written by none else but the best erotica blogger in Singapore Staplerman!!! Please check out his blog. it is so fantastic that you will soon spend hours and hours reading it.
Not only I am pride that staplerman reads my blog but also that he took some time out of his busy writing schedule to feature me in one of his stories. This latter is a great contribution for all of my readers and lovely personal gift to me.
Now enjoy his writing skills imagination: it is pure pleasure.
After I had closed the bar at twelve, a lady wearing a white blouse and mid-thigh length black skirt, alighted a cab that had pulled up along the busy road. She walked right to the glass door of the bar and I was ready to inform her that we were done for the night, but a quick raise of her hands to make an ‘A’ shape brought our meeting to mind.
I hastily placed the last of the beer glasses back on the rack and invited her in, handing her a cold beer from the fridge before asking her to proceed upstairs where it was more comfortable to chill. Finally, the lights at the shop was turned off and I made my way up, to find her drinking quietly while typing away on her phone.
Me: ‘You’re on time.’
Asumi: ‘Yeah. Today was my off day, and I was wondering what to do when you emailed me.’
Me: ‘Lucky day for me huh?’
She patted on the empty space beside her and I took my seat, taking a large mouth of the fruity beer. As though we were long lost friends, her friendliness made it easy for my quiet nature to talk to, covering pretty much about everything under the sun. And it was through the conversation that I learnt a fair bit about her too. With the time passing unmonitored, we found ourselves to be sitting closer as we drank, even letting me wrap my arm around her neck to give her a taste of what I was drinking and in return, a sip from her bottle of beer.
Slowly, my last bottle was emptied and hands were free to rest on her exposed thighs, talking right in front of each others’ face about the secret stuff of our blogs. With the close proximity and the high from alcohol, the advances from my hand up her skirt met no resistance, and she was constantly resting her head on my arm behind her.
Sensing her state of high, I knew it was only right to ask for permission, and in a non-offensive way too. It was the time to think out of the box.
Me: ‘Can I show you a trick to get drunk without drinking?’
Asumi: ‘Huh? How?’
Me: ‘Wait for me.’
I ran downstairs to the bottle of Bacardi, containing 40% alcohol. It was simple knowledge to those who took drugs, but definitely unknown for average people like us. I poured a shot glass full of it and brought it to her, dipping my finger into it to get a generous coat all over my skin.
The next thing was a ‘do or die’ move. I slipped my hand with the Bacardi under her skirt and pushed her panties to the side, in turn getting a stern look from Asumi. ‘Shh.. ‘, I whispered that before she could question me, and my fingertip ran up and down her slit, wetting it until her bodily fluid came to dilute the solution. From that, I knew she was feeling a little horny, and the alcohol made work easier.
My hand exited her skirt and made another dip into the shot glass, going back to her panties to sink my digits into her. After three short minutes, her face was redder than ever and was muttering words I couldn’t understand. And so, I’ve got what I wanted. I got up and slipped my hands under her skirt to pull those panties off, putting it in a pile on the wide arm rest. She was totally aware but unable to gather any strength to help. A push of her skirt lifted it up to her hips and I raised the shot glass to her tummy, pouring it in a steady stream while fingering her.
It was an instantaneous effect when alcohol was absorbed through the part of a woman’s body with so many nerve endings. Seeing her drunken state, I gave in to my urge to kiss her and it advanced to a passionate tongue fight in no time. The next thing I knew was the frenzied rush to get my jeans off, and getting her perspiration-soaked top unbuttoned. Staring at those beautiful curves of her breasts in her bra, my fingers were still busy keeping her wet.
Asumi: ‘Are you just going to look at them?’
My free hand quickly reached under her shirt to her back to unclasp the hooks, replacing the restrictive bra with my mouth, trained to use the teeth and tongue to put her into overdrive. It wasn’t pain that my technique created, but it was the alternating hard and soft teasing that made her lose control.
With my jeans halfway down my legs, she gave my underwear a hard tug and grabbed my dick painfully. By then, her body had slouched a bit down on the sofa and I stood with my body bent over her so I could reach between her legs.
Me: ‘Can’t you be more gentle?’
Asumi: ‘No, I prefer to do it as how you would.’
She took the glass of unfinished Bacardi and poured a little over my rod, stroking it up and down to get every part covered. For a low alcohol tolerance person like me, I had to sit down after a few minutes as my mind was turning into a white screen, and she seemed sort of happy to put me in that situation too.
She then turned her body towards me and pushed me down to lie on the sofa, head resting next to her sweet smelling panties. I did not know why but I stopped her before her mouth touched as it was not right for me to get this privileged treatment from her, especially from a lady I respect for writing awesome contents.
Asumi: ‘Don’t worry. I’m just going for the liquor.’
Liquor? She meant the Bacardi she wiped on me. Her mouth engulfed the tip and sent me into a trance, mixing pleasure with the high from alcohol. As expected, she stopped after a while once the ‘drink’ was finished, and returned to her seating position, legs wide opened for my turn.
I hopped off the couch and sat between her legs, diving in for the yummy, juicy abalone that was dripping wet. It was more like a XO abalone treat to me then. My lips sucked on her clit and my teeth came forth to give it a nibble, resulting in a struggle from her to push me away but my head was firmly buried between her legs.
Knowing she couldn’t last long with this mode of attack, I intentionally kept going until she was groaning in pain, thereafter swapping the licking with my fingers to rub on her sensitive clit. After some time, I just couldn’t hold myself back from putting my fingers inside her, especially when she was so tight.
Me: ‘Come, turn around and kneel on the sofa.’
Asumi: ‘Is it time already?’
Me: ‘Nope. I think I’m late.’
She gave me a sly grin and turned herself over, sticking her butt out as an invitation. I quickly rummaged through my jeans lying on the floor for a condom and rolled just the tip over, before using her small opening to complete the job. I started off slow to let the condom roll down the length, and once it was on, I emptied the glass of leftover Bacardi to use as lubricant and rammed hard into her.
The sight of her turning into a little monster was most unexpected as she clamped her pussy down on me even harder. Her translucent blouse from the perspiration and the waist height skirt was a feast to my eyes despite the dimmed environment. With that tightness, the only thing my mind wanted me to do was ‘go harder’. And so I did.
The grip on her waist was making sore marks, and the half-drunken state was making me insane. I could only kept ramming the breath out of her and myself, totally losing the power to delay. After some time of crazy rear pounding, I flipped her over to her back and did a half-squat to position my dick downwards at her pussy.
She held it in place for me and I simply lowered myself to sink it in. That serious look appeared once again on her face and I could only smile as I did my miniature squats. The new angle from my entry was pushing all of her buttons that sent her body into an adrenaline pumping mode, flooding her mind with the buildup to a huge orgasm she could never be ready for.
Seeing how much she was enjoying herself, I kept going, changing to a forward thrusts after my calves tire themselves out. Pounding my hips hard on her butt, the juicy sounds were squishing loudly in the empty floor. Oh how much I wanted it to last longer, but her last few orgasms truly made me wild and crazy, pushing me to my wit’s end.
After the last clench of her pussy on my dick, it was time to end the night, or so I figured. I closed her legs together and flipped her to the side, resting one of my knees on the edge of the sofa. Making shallow but quick thrusts, my dick only went in 80% but the response from her was overwhelming the same. It was the change in angle doing the work again, but that was where it would all end. I kept going non-stop as fast as I could, until the creamy load rushed up my dick and I sank the full length deep into her, while letting my cum fill the condom up.
It was a moment that I wished would last forever, to be inside of this wonderful, witty girl, warm and cosy, passionate and respectable. Still, I knew it was impossible in any universe for that wish to come true and I pulled out of her, dripping cum onto the floor with the overfilled condom.
I turned my attention to the disposal of the rubber, careful not to let any of my sperms touch her and she wore her clothes back, adjusting to straightness as though nothing had happened. Leisurely, we packed the place and left the bar, making our separate ways home to rest after the eventful night.
On the way home, she sent her first text to me which I left my number in my email to her.
Asumi (SMS): ‘When was the last time you cummed?’
Me (SMS): ‘About two weeks ago?’
Asumi (SMS): ‘Wow! No wonder. Just want you to know that it was the most I have ever came across. ;)’
This is a fictitious entry and in no way reflect the character of the fellow blogger, Asumi. In my impression, she is still that lovely girl who simply wanted to share her fantasies and sexual life with her supportive readers.