Cindy's stories

[alwaysalone]

“Oh my god. I am still a slut.” Cindy exclaimed to her side.

It’s been 10 years since she last saw him and she still succumb to her inner desires.
She literally froze as she recognized him, walking at the shopping mall.

He turned, seeming to recognize him and gave his classic smile. Not the big and bright type but the type that exude confidence.

He walked up, his hand raised seemingly for a handshake. Then he walked behind her, his hand reaching for her shoulder.

Whispering like the devil into her ears, “I see you are still the same.”

Her body is shaking, partly cus of fear of what he may make her do, but also partly her womb is reacting to his every word and touch, craving for him.

“Let’s go somewhere more private.” He said.
She wanted to say no, but her underwear is already betraying her, the moist stain telling her it’s what she want. She nodded her head, looked down and follow.

As she walked, she started to think back of how it started.

In secondary school, she was in dance club. Not the prettiest to be the belle of the dance club, but score a 6 to 7. Tone legs and butt, B cup boobs, smooth complexion. Too bad she haven’t shed her baby fats, so have flabby arms and some around her waist. She wasn’t overweight but just don’t look slim.

Naturally every guys will go for the belle of the dance club and no one tried to hit on her.
She gave her first BJ and V to her childhood friend. Simply cus they are curious and have no boyfriend/girl friend to try on.

Just one time and that’s it. The boy found a girlfriend and move on. Could be breaking his V, makes the boy more confident and attractive.

She can only rely on her fingers. She refused to use any toys as she want to remain tight for her future man.

Then on to JC, finally she got her first boyfriend. Filled years of fantasy of romance, whatever the guy requested, she complied. Request to be shaved, being tied up, blindfolded, whipped, she did it all.

She endured it cus she thought he loved her.
Not to say she didn't orgasm and enjoyed herself during those acts, she just prefer something more loving...


It only ended when he wanted to try out another of his fantasy, letting other guys have her.
She realized he is just using her to live out his sexual fantasy.

She refused and stopped meeting him. Thankfully it’s closer to A level which she used the excuse to study to avoid him. After A level, he went in to NS early as he was obese.

Then she met him, her Master.

Her recap of the men are short as there isn’t much memorable about it. She rather dedicate all her memories to him.

[finalrebel]

nice start bro! keep it up!

[oxeso]

Bumps for a gd story.

[alwaysalone]

The beginning of her first boyfriend

Despite being single, having experienced the pleasure of sex, she can’t exactly just abstain from it. It’s like Pringles slogan, "Once you pop, you can't stop", but “Once you pop your cherry, you can’t stop."

Doesn’t playing with toys doesn’t mean she stopped seeking pleasure, at least of the mind. She start to surf sexual literature. Why not just watch porn website? She simply can’t relate to the scene as she doesn’t look like the actress and guys around her don’t look like the actor.

With stories, at least she can imagine and immerse herself in the stories.
From one of the website, she met him. It started from an innocent chat. It’s been too long so she can’t recall all the exact conversations.

He was similar to her in many ways. Studied same school and course. Just older, more matured.

Horoscope is true for them as when Scorpio guy and girl know each other, it can be intense.
The chat initially was casual, some times flirty and sensual but never too outright. That’s why she gradually opened up to him, willing to share more and more. She thought she is safe hidden under the veil of internet privacy.

No photos, no phone numbers are shared. Just an email for some messaging tools. (Won’t reveal which tool)

She shared her previous experience but he just asked a few questions to find out more details but never outright propose a relationship.

It turn more serious when she started her internship.

“Hello, how come you are still online so late?” Her laptop sounded.

“Told you already, I started my internship and today I got to OT,” She complained to him.

“During my time, interns usually have a good life. Especially for girls.”

There he goes, acting old again. She thought. It’s a strange confidence that she intern at where he interned before. Perhaps it’s a sublime influence that she wants to be like him.

“No choice leh.”

“Anything interesting happened?”

“My senior kept coming over to my desk to check on my progress, standing behind me. It’s so stressful.”

“Checking on your progress? Sounds like looking on your down blouse is it? Haha?”
Here he goes, chatting yet slightly flirty.

“How I know?”

“What are you wearing today?”

“A blazer, white shirt and black skirt lo. Safe attire for intern. Must look professional.”

“Please, young xmm won’t pull off the look yet.”

“ Pbbbt ;p”

“Let me suggest something, a dare. So you can find out more about your senior.”

“Eh… go on.”

“Leave your blazer on your chair. Go toilet to remove your bra, For your shirt, unbutton some. Go find your senior with a file. Please the file on his desk. Bend over and ask him some question.”

It’s like his usual conversation when they discuss about stories or think of stories to write.

Though it’s a dare, it seems like instructions to her. She need to follow.

“And then?”

“Tell me his reaction then we see how.”

She removed her blazer, place on her chair and walked to the toilet.

This is the easy part.

The remove of shirt, bra and wearing back of the shirt followed.

“Oh shit.” She realized she faced the first problem. How or where to keep her bra.
She tried to hid her bra between 2 facial tissue, taken from beside the sink and walk out.

A fellow male intern, John caught her outside the toilet and initiated a chat, to complain about having to work over time as well.

She hurriedly hid her hands behind her back, so he won’t see her bra.

Secretly she started to get nervous yet excited. Will he find out about the bra behind her?

Half way chatting, John, start to stammer and sometimes seems to drift off in the topic, looking her, not at her face but lower.

Her inner self realized, “Shit, my chest.”
As her hand are behind her, holding her bra, the posture pushes her chest outwards.

The white shirt doesn’t help in concealing the fact she isn’t wearing a bra and her nipples are turning hard, straining against the fabric.

The thought turned her more on.

She cut short the topic saying she still need to rush and went back to her desk.

She hid her bra in her back and quickly replied her progress in the task.

“Oh shit. I removed the bra in the toilet and my friend like caught me.”

“How he caught you?” The replied came quickly.
She shared the incident.

“Oh are you wet?”

She spread her legs slightly wider and reach below, even through she knew the answer.”

“Naughty, you sure know.”

“Nipples?

“Hard.”

“Makes me want to use a blinder clip and pinch them”. His typical comments, hinting of SM.

“ Pbbbt ;p”

“Report back after the you finish rest of the task.”

“Yes sir.”

“Next time call me master.”

“ Pbbbt ;p”

She tip toes to her senior desk, aware of the wetness between her legs.

Her senior as expected froze when she bend forward, pretending to point out some parts she is uncertain on the file.

He only snapped back when she called her name then standing straight up.

The senior fumbled to give some random answer.

She gave a quick acknowledgement and walked back, aware of her victory in getting a response, to report to her “Master”.

“Master, I am back”

“Wah, guai. Didn’t expect you to listen. How it went?”

She explained her senior reaction, adding that she received an message from senior to ask her out for drinks after work.

“Excited?”

“ Excited also no use. I am at work.”

“He isn’t your type?”

“Nope. You are.” She flirted back, half serious about it. The way he suggests such things, firm but not forceful, just makes her want to obey.

“How about this? Got a highlighter?”

“Office sure have?”

“Bring it to toilet and use it to play.”

“You mean…. *eyes wide emoticon”

“Yes.”

“Naughty.”

“But you going to do it anyway right? Haha”

“Don’t’ talk around, you make me can’t focus on my work. If I can’t finish, you bear the consequences.”

“Sure my darling.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

Later that night, she messaged him.

“Done. It feels so strange and arousing doing in in the office toilet.”

Attached are 2 photos.
A photo of her bra wrapped in the facial tissue in her bag and a photo of her panties with a wet stain beside a wet highlighter.

[zikz]

Steam sia

Bumping

[alwaysalone]

Leading to their first date/meet up
“Waoh. Someone enjoyed herself last night.” Her laptop beeped.

“Pbbbt ;p you believe ah. Put some water only. Grow up old man. So innocent.” She teased back.

“So disrespectful. I should give you a good spanking.”

“Yes yes master. I am sorry. “

“Still playing Master/slave? You know I will mark you if its true.”

“Only scared you don’t dare ;p”
End of morning greeting.

After lunch
“Help!!.”

“What’s wrong? Your seniors should be extra nice?”

“No la. I am dying of boredom. Internship is no fun.”

“Can’t be. I am sure last night was fun.”

“Pbbbt ;p I meant can’t go out and play. Weather so hot yet got to wear office wear.”

“You can always wear last… like last night…”

“Pbbbt ;p”

“OOTD?”

“Uncle is hip siah. Know OOTD?”

“Address me as master.”

“Yes yes, blazer, blazer, blouse and shirt.”

“Need to get more attires.”

“You sponsor? I am just a poor intern. *Big eyes emoticons.”

“Sure. If we meet and I get to chose.”

Her brain still going to overdrive, imaging what will be his choices.

“You dare to meet meh? You so mysterious online.” She tested.

“Someone dare to show me her inner wear, as a guy, why I don’t dare to reciprocate.”

“Bored….”

“How about go for a swim over the weekend since you complain its hot?”

“Uncle, I stay HDB, where got pool for me. If I go public pool, I scared those uncle stare at me.”

“Scared of they visually rape you ah? Must be your swim suit too little or too thin.”

“Idiot.”

“Guys have this saying, if you want see a girls true self, first date should bring her go swimming.”

“Uncle. Lame la. There is waterproof make up.”

“Fine, I bring you to my club to swim.”

“Sure?” Her heart fasten.

“Tomorrow lets meet xxx at 8am.”

She can’t exactly back out now since she been teasing him.

She swallowed her saliva.

Just below she left work in the evening, fending off more invites from her senior, she went to the toilet to take a mirror selfie.

Removing bra like its nature, she used one hand to pull the blouse tight behind her, and the other hand to take the photo.

Her pokies can be seemed, but not clearly.

Unsatisfied, she used some water to water the front, making it more obvious.
The final product was sent, captioned, “Help I am wet. Will I be more wet tomorrow?”

[sandwave]

Yes, more wetness please!

[alwaysalone]

Reaching home, she immediately started preparing for the date.

Digging through her wardrobe, she managed to dig out an old one-piece Japanese swim suit.
“Bikini? Too sexy and might give him the wrong impression.” She thought.

She managed to squeeze into the swim suit.

Obviously she have grown taller since she bought it, as the top of the swim only came halfway to her breast. She had to remove the padding as well just to squeeze in.

Staring at the mirror, she can see her nipples clearly outlined, stretching against the fabric.
Her camel toes are also obvious.

“This wont do,” She realized that she will need to shave clean below.

It never occurs to her that changing to a bikini will be more modest as she rushed to the toilet to do the grooming.

Saturday morning came.

She sipped breakfast, worried that her tummy may show. She changed into the swim suit, tee shirt and shorts, carried her bag and she left.

As she walked to the station, she realized that the bottom of the swim suit has wedged between her labia, each step sending an shock to her. Hoping not to be late, she continued on walking instead going to change.
She is kept at a state of arousal, close to orgasm on the train, with every jerk and short, sending her close to orgasm. She got to fight the urge to align the train station to go to the station toilet to relieve herself.

At long least, she reached the station. The station was quiet, clear of any passengers since it’s early in the morning. There is only 1 man standing near the gate.

He looks like exactly how he described himself. Tall around 1.9m. Tan. Metal specs.

He looks Intellectual yet sporty, fitting his name Joe.

“Eh… are you Joe?”

“Cindy?”
“Ya”

After the brief intro, they just quietly walked. It’s the first time they meant and she didn’t knew how to continue the conversation.

She can’t recall what small talk he made.

She has butterflies in her stomach as he is her ideal type.

The constant rubbing of her swim suit against her vagina makes all her thought sexual.

Before she realized, they have reached his club, signed in and is at a table near the pool.

“Do you want to go to the toilet to change or are you already wearing inside?”

“Oh yes,” flustered, she she reached down to pull down her shorts. Stepping out of her shorts, she crossed her arm below and puled her t-shirt over her head in 1 move.

She stood straight, like a solder presenting herself for inspection.

He looked at her.

His eyes focusing on her chest.

She looked down. As her swim suit top is low, her boobs has popped due to her large action of removing her tops.

Her nipples are sticking out, obvious aroused.

Her labia lips are exposed as well, gripping the sides of the bottoms.

She wanted to find a hole and drop in. Looking at the pool, she wanted to made for her escape as her hands adjusted the top.

He quickly grabbed her arm.

“Where are you going?”

She turned her hand confused.

“We need to apply sun block cream before we going into the pool.”
“Oh.” Her face blushing from the indecent exposure, her breast tucked back into her swim suit.

She just complied like a mannequin as he pointed at the tanning bench, face facing down.

“You want to me apply for you?”

She didn’t replied.
He rubbed the cream between his palm and started to apply from the her ankle, working his way up.

Her legs parts as his hands reached between her thigh.

She didn’t pay attention to what he is saying, holding back her moan as the top of his index fingers rub against her labia.

“It’s important to apply some under the edge of the swim suit as well.”

“Ah…” she can only moan as his hands went under the suit, rubbing her ass.
His hands rubbing up and down her pussy lips. It’s like those Japanese massage porn she thought as held in her moans.

She wanted more as she is so close to orgasm, when he moved his hands and worked on her back.

With a gentle pull on her shoulder, she followed and turned face up.

She didn’t object as he worked from her ankles again.

She can’t believe she is being manhandled in public on a sun tanning bench. Her breast have spill out again, the nipples pointing proudly upwards to the sky. Her pussy lips, exposed, wet, leaving no doubt it’s her juice.

She closed her eyes tightly, focusing on the sensation.

His hands reached the bottom of the swim suit again, knealing her pussy lips.

Reaching higher, his hands started from her hands, forearms, arms, then to her chest.

Her body betrayed her, her chest moving upwards to seek his hands.

He adjusted the top lower, freeing her breast.

His hands, cupped and massaged the bottom of her breast.

She wanted him to pull and twist her nipples so bad.

She moaned when he fulfilled her wish.

She can’t believe she orgasmed due to her nipples being played. Such an act didn’t happen before with her good for nothing ex.

She peeked open her eyes after she calm down and she realized he stopped touching her.

He was just looking at her.

He had also changed.

“Think the sun block cream have been absorbed. Lets go in.”

“Oh,” She blushed as she sat up and frantically adjust her swim suit.

“Thank god” She thought as she survey the pool, confirming the pool was empty, the life guard obviously away for a break.

She peeked at him.

He wore a swimming tights, his bulge obvious. She secretly smiled, happy that she had a effect on him.

They entered the pool, swim a few laps before resting at one end. The deeper end. 1.8m deep.

Her hands rested at the edge, her feet obviously can’t touch the bottom.

He swam up behind her.

His hands on either side of her. His chest against her back. His crotch pressing against her butt.

“Can’t reach the bottom?” he teased.
She turned her head, stuck out her tongue as she pushed back her butt to rub again his bulge. She can feel his penis growing harder.

One of his hands went below the water, reaching across her chest, pulling her swim suit until her breast are freed again.

She closed her eyes as she enjoyed his touch again.

Her body long told him what he needed to know.

Their head side by side, him nibbling her ears. Sensitive area number 1.

Her boobs reacting to his touch. Sensitive area number 2.

She closed her eyes and let him roam free.

His hand moved down.

She bit hard on her lips as finally she felt his finger entered her. She trembled from the orgasm.

Once calm down, she wriggled to turn her body to face him.

Her hands around his neck, she moved him closer. Her mouth seeking his.

While their tongue intertwined, her hands across around his waist, like a Koala.

Her crotch is directly above his.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed the kiss while she felt his finger pulled the bottom aside.

She moaned again when she felt his tip. Her head rested on his shoulder.

He started to walk while inside her. He walked to the long edge side of the pool, facing the wall and started walking side ways. With each side, his dick entered more.

If there are any people looking from the other side (building side), they can only see a couple hugging, his back facing them.

She can only close her eyes and try not to moan as she enjoyed his cock. There aren’t any vigorous thrusting, just the feeling of intimate fullness and gradual entry into her.
Though no longer a virgin, she still find it a tight fit, his cock stretching her insides.

When they reached the middle of the pool, he started to bounce up and down the pool, while keeping their head above water.

She just closed her eyes and rested her head after orgasm hit her again.

Is it the act of doing it in public that is driving her crazy, making her so sensitive?

Or is it him? Her body giving in, recognizing him as the master, giving him full control and free play over her body.

[alwaysalone]

When she opened her eyes, they kissed again.

Giving her time to briefly arrange her attire, he lead her out of the pool, her basking in her after sex glow.

They walked to the outdoor jacuzzi just beside the pool.

Though it’s supposed to be separated by gender, he didn’t care and just hold her hands and lead her in to the empty jacuzzi.

A quick press of the start button started the bubble.

Seated side by side, she lowered her body until only her head is above the water.

“Oh… it feels so good.” Being from a average income family, she doesn’t get the chance to enjoy such things like spa or jacuzzi.

“Better than just now?”

“Idiot.” She playing hammer his chest, before reaching over to kiss again.
Locked in a kiss, she decided to take revenge.

Satisfied the bubbles provides enough cover, her hands reach over and tugged at his tights. He followed along, lifting his butt up, releasing his cock from it’s constraint once again.

She started to give it long and slow stroke.

“Then do you like now more or just now in the pool more?” She purred.

He didn’t answered but reach over. He pulled off her shoulder straps and lower the swim suit.

Her breast floated out.

He lowered his heads to the nipples.

She used her free hand to cover her mouth, stopping the moan from escaping.

While sucking her nipples, his tongue playful flicked it around

“Stopped please.” She begged. “People can see.”

He paused. “If you only follow my instructions.”

“Yes dear.”

He returned to sitting upright while his hands go down and play with her clit.
She resumed stroking his cock.

The bubbles ended after 10mins, then he resumed it again, giving them to wear back and adjust their attire.

Once dressed, they left to get their bags. Her just hugging his arms along the way.

Outside the toilet, he asked her to wait before he went inside the male toilet.
Stepping out, he pulled her in.

“Wait. Stop. What if…” She protested weakly.

“Sssh, no one is inside.”

They quickly went into the most inner cubicle.

The cubicles has frosted doors. The doors and walls are from the floor to almost the top of the ceilings.

Once inside, there is a bench to sit or put belongings.

Beside the bench is a protruding wall, meant to protect anything on the bench from getting well.

Putting the belongings down, they quickly turn on the showers and went into a embrace.

Their emotions running high, they kissed while stripping each other.

While sucking her breast, his other hands played with the other. Her pussy isn’t spared either as his fingers work it’s magic.

She used her hand to cup her mouth to prevent her from moaning.

Though no one was inside, she never know when anyone will came in.

Finally they can go at it.

Turning her over to face the wall, he slided his cock into her.

“Argh” Sound leaked out from her mouth while her hands are supporting against the wall.

Though previously he entered her in the pool, there wasn’t much action.

Any lubricant will be washed off by the water.

Now she can feel his every thrust, the warmth of his dick, the veins on it.

She didn’t count how many times she came.

At long last, she felt the blast of his cum in her.

Her longs long weak, barely supporting, she kneel down and his cock.
She can finally see his tool clearly.

His rod seems long (at least to her). She needs both hands just to hold it. It’s veiny.

What amaze her the most is the head. It’s big and red.

She took only fit the head into her mouth, cleaning it, sucking it.

She took care of the road, running her lips all over it.

Looking up, she showed him the sperm in her mouth.

Using her tongue to swirl it abit, she swallowed it like a good girl.

She took his dick back into her mouth.

Seems like her act of swallowing did its work as its turn hard again.

He pulled her up again and entered her again.

This time round, one of his hands held one of her leg up as he pumped her.

The posture lets his cock rub against the side of her pussy, sending her into a fenzy.

After she cummed again, he switched the position.

Pinning her back against the wall, he continued to fuck her pussy, one hand still holding her leg up.

She reached up to kiss him while he send her to heaven again and again.
Suddenly his thrust slowed down.

She opened her eyes, weak from exhaust.

He cupped her mouth with one hand, while slowly moving his hips.

She realized someone else had entered the toilet to shower.

She can hear the sound of another shower head running.

He pulled her to the bench and sat down.

She got his intent.

Back facing him, she lowered on his rod.

As she is the one moving, she can control the pace.

Now totally away from the shower area, she can feel his dick totally soaked from her juice.

She will rise her hips almost to the top before sitting all the way down.

It’s slow but intense as she closed her eyes again and enjoyed his cock.

She came again and her legs gave walk. She just rested, sitting on his legs, his cock inside her and lead back on his chest.

When they heard the shower head water is switched off, door open before she moved again.

Gaining back her strength, she turned around.

Squatting on the bench, his dick in her, she leaned in to kiss.

His hands starts to roam her breast. She starts to bounce again.

She came soon again.

Reaching both hands under her legs, he lifted her up. She crossed her hands around his neck to prevent herself from falling.

Standing up, he fucked her until he exploded into her.

Finally satisfied, they started to wash up.

In silent they soaped each other, taking the time to explore every inch of each other body.

Only letting her wear back her tee shirts, (No bra and panties), he scouted to make search the coast is clear before they sneaked out of the males toilet.
Looking back one last time into the toilet, her only thought is maybe next time they can do it at the changing area benches.

Later that time, she sent him a few photo.

A selfie of her in the station toilet, tee shirt around the nipples are wet from water she spayed herself.

Another is tee shirt pulled up above her breast.

Last is shorts also pulled down.

Caption: Thank you gift for the date.

[Nitrolicious]

Nice! Multiple sex on the first date.

[dyelook]

setting camp...

[alwaysalone]

Recap and setting the next appointment
As she showered, she can’t help by to touch herself again.
Closing her eyes, she recapped his touches, the pull on her nipples, the rubbing of her clit…

She inserted a finger in but it doesn’t feel the same.

His was more veiny with a big purple head, that stretches her whenever if plows into her head.

A typical 10mins shower dragged to 30mins as she made herself cum again and again.

She was towel drying herself when she realized she is wet again.

Standing in front of the mirror, she examined her body. She squeezed her boobs, her nipple still standing at attention. She can seem reflection of her juice from down under.

She realized that the encounter unlocked something in her. She seems to want more action. Her fantasy in the bathroom is all about her exposing herself in public and being degraded.

“Am I being a slut with a voyeur fetish?” She shook her head to dismiss that embarrassing thought before quickly changing clothes and checking her computer.

His reply, “Seems someone likes being naught.”

“Don’t tell you pbbbt ;p”

“Enjoyed the swim and shower?”

“Don’t tell you pbbbt ;p”

“I treat as silence means yes then.”

“Blush”

“Any plans tomorrow?”

Her heart beeped faster as she read. “What is he planning this time?!”

“Eh… no plans?”

“Lets meet tomorrow.”

“Any special activities or attire I need to wear?”

“Are you wishing for special activities?”

“Blush”

“Haha.

“No fixed attire. We will just go shopping for some clothes for you.”

“Huh. Why suddenly buy clothes?” She exclaimed.

“Cus your clothes are too small.”

She blushed as she think back of the attire she shown him.

“Oh.”

They arranged to meet at a MRT station and ended the conversation.

She need to pick her attire. Something between innocent yet sexy/suggestive/flirty? She don't know.

[alwaysalone]

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