I think its time for a change?

Hello everyone!

I've been thinking recently about the state of this blog; it's future and where I want to take it going forward. Recently I've been talking to one of my readers via email and he's been giving me some insight into erotic writing and I want to take this seriously. Its been a passion of mine for so very long, you guys and girls have been with me since I was 17 when I started this blog. I think, going forward, I'll continue to post here, but I'm going to be moving to a different platform as my primary mode of communication with all of y'all.

SO

WITHOUT

ANYMORE

COCKTALKING


I AM NOW ON TUMBLR WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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The Chamber of Secrets, 2E3

Before we get to my experiences in the past year there is a story I'd like to share with all of you. It took place towards the end of my junior college life when we were in full A Levels mood. Its not a story for everyone so if at any point you feel uncomfortable, please stop reading! It has taken me a while to think about this particular memory and for the longest time I was very conflicted with it and with myself but lately, I have been thinking of it in an erotic, almost sensual fashion and I would quite like to relive the events of that fateful night. So please, put your hands in your pants/panties and get ready ;)

As we all know, A Levels crunch time is when most JCs open up the campus till late for night study sessions. Most of these sessions take place in the school library under the watchful eye of a resident tutor. However, like most things in JC, its really not that hard to wander off to some other more isolated place in the campus to study. No one keeps track of your whereabouts anyway. The library, naturally, is expected to be shrouded in total silence for the duration of the night study session but if you’re anything like me you would want some noise to break the monotony of studying. Little did I know how deeply, strongly and painfully that monotony would be broken.

Valerie was my classmate. In face we’d been classmates and best friends since Primary 5, when we both hated each other because we both liked the same cute boy and wanted to sit with him in class. Things came to a head when I pushed her and she got up and pulled my hair and then we both got into trouble with our teacher who saw our little cat fight and quickly put an end to things. The cute guy meanwhile, sat with another girl and ignored both Valerie and myself, thereby cementing our friendship, bonded by the unbreakable adhesive that was adolescent fuckboyness. We’d been to the same secondary school, held each other’s hair while puking into a grimy club toilet, cried into each other’s shoulder over heartbreak and forlorn love and at one party, even kissed each other over a dare. Nothing sexual of course, we were genuinely best friends.

So it came to be that Valerie and myself stayed back in school every single day during the latter part of J2, ostensibly to study for As but most of the time we listened to music and gossiped about boys. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the times Val and I spent together in that room but if anything, the events of that September night will forever be etched in my mind.

As we snuck out of the library and quietly made our way to the confines of Block C, the furthest block from the library, thereby guaranteed to be virtually untouched by adult interference, we heard someone call out from the canteen.

“Oi Val! Where are you going?” We froze. I could’ve sworn the tutor was still prowling about the library, looking for food and drinks sunck in. Was there, by some freak of nature another teacher? Slowly, we turned, resigned to our fates, preparing ourselves for a scolding. There stood, not a tutor, but Haikal, Valerie’s History classmate.

“Fuck you la, you scared us! We thought there was another tutor or something. You asshole,” Valerie said, the relief quite palpable in her voice.

“What the fuck sorry I didn’t know you two were sneaking out somewhere. Where are you going? Actually… hang on a minute; y’all do this every night right? That’s why I don’t see you in the library when we’re leaving!” Haikal had a look on his face that can be best described as the look a five year old gets when he figures out that Blue from Blues’ Clues isn’t a real dog.

“Ya la good job Sherlock, now shut up and come with us or leave us alone,” Val said before turning on her heels and walking down the corridor. I turned to follow and Haikal followed us.

“So where do y’all normally go?”

“Block C, we always study there. 2E3 has a broken lock”

“Wah steady la you two. Can I join yall to study?” I suppose I should describe him at this point. Haikal was 180 cm, he was a bit chubby and decent to look at. I think he was dating one of our juniors, a rather short and cute girl, Sintia.

“Ya sure, but why are you alone? I thought you always studied with your guys?” Valerie asked.

“Nah, two of them didn’t stay back and the other one is with his girl la so awkward,” he laughed, sheepishly.

I gave him a warm smile that I hoped was welcoming. “Okay fine you can come study with us, we’ll adopt you since nobody wants you,” I joked.

“Thanks!” he winked, in a rather pleasant way.

Spoiler alert: He didn’t have anything pleasant in mind at all.

We had reached the fourth floor of the Block C, 2E3 was the last classroom on the corridor, the furthest from the staircase. Val and I stepped up to the doors and together, pushed firmly and the busted lock gave way. Turning on the lights and fans, I went to plug my phone into the class AV system to get some music going. Valerie and Haikal got their books out and pretty soon we were all engrossed in our ten year series papers.

An hour or so had passed and Valerie looked up at me, our gossip session about to take flight.

“Did you hear about Nicole? She finally dumped that loser guy from ACS,” it was kind of clear that Valerie had been bursting to share this piece of gossip all evening and we dived together into a vat of fresh gossip.

Suddenly, Valerie’s phone started ringing. She frowned as she looked at the screen. “Why is my mum calling me at this time…” As she picked up her call, I could tell something was up. Her face went through a myriad of emotions and as she hung up she had a look of sadness, as if something she had been expecting to happen for a while had finally happened. She said nothing but stared at her book, not reading either. Her eyes had glazed over. I walked over to her table and put my hand on her back.

“Babe, what’s wrong? You can tell me eh.” Valerie looked up at me.

“Its my grandma. I think she’s… not going to make it, Chey” Tears welled up in her eyes. Valerie’s grandmother had been in the hospital for a few weeks now, her situation not improving at all. Most of her family had resigned themselves to the fact that it was going to happen sooner rather than later.

“Oh babe… I’m so sorry!” I said, pulling her close and giving her what I hoped would be a warm and reassuring hug. Heaven knows she needed one.

Valerie smiled, a shaky, tear stained smile. “Thanks babe, you’re so sweet. I have to leave now, I’m going to cab to the hospital. I’ll let you know… know what happens.” Hastily gathering her things, she turned to leave the classroom, before pausing and looking back at Haikal.

“You better take care of Chey ah, if not tomorrow I’ll kill you,” Haikal smiled sheepishly and said he would. Waving, Valerie walked out of the class and that’s how I found myself alone with Haikal at 9.30 at night, in the confines of 2E3.

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I tried clearing my mind of Valerie's predicament and kept my head down and tried to keep studying. Something didn't feel right. Looking up and I noticed that Haikal, who was sitting next to me, had been staring at me, or more specifically, my body. I was wearing a black bra and my blouse was a little tight so I'm pretty sure he had been staring at the curve of my boobs.

"What are you looking at?" I asked, feigning innocence.

"Nothing haha, just daydreaming" he said, fooling absolutely nobody.

Time for some fun, I thought to myself. Turning my body, I sat facing him and sat upright in my seat. My blouse tightened around my breasts and I crossed my legs, letting my skirt ride up to mid thigh.

Haikal had a visibly stressed look on his face. I didn't want to push it any further so I turned back to my books. But Haikal wasn't done. He stood up and walked over to me. Standing next to my table, I looked up at him, inquiringly.

"Cheyenne... I have always thought you were really chio actually and I can't help myself... I just need to say this" he was perspiring, his voice breaking in nervousness.

"Erm Haikal that's... nice? But like don't you have a girlfriend, you shouldn't be doing this eh" I tried to give him a way out of this predicament he had created for himself.

Suddenly, he changed. His demeanor, his body language. He had gotten over his fear. He had a look of purpose on his face. He put his hand on my shoulder and gripped it, hard. 

"I don't care about that. All I know is I have wanted to fuck you since the day I first saw you, hanging out with Val. I don't give a fuck about anything else. I want you now. Are you going to make this hard on yourself or what?" He pushed me into my seat and put his knee on mine, forcing me down. 

"OW FUCK THAT HURTS" I screamed out and would you fucking believe it? He slapped me. Grabbing my face by my chin he forced me to look at him.

"Shut the fuck up. It'll hurt when I want you to hurt. It'll feel good when I want it to feel good. You're a fucking filthy whore. I see you in school all the time, with your fucking skirt," he pressed his knee into my lap, forcing me down and he tightened his grip on my mouth. I couldn't make a sound. Tears were coming out of my eyes, my head was vigorously shaking left to right. 

"Yeah right. I know what you get up to. Thank god Val left us here alone. Tonight, you're fucking getting it la cheebye," and with that, he took off  his with his free hand and straightened it out. Cocking his hide to the side, almost curiously, he let my mouth go for an instant and wrapped his tie around my mouth, all while I was struggling and trying to make some damn noise. 

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I really want to do this story justice. It is 100% genuine and I want to get it as perfectly accurate as possible. Part Two will be up shortly. 

I'm BACK!!!!

I've been away for so long. I'm so sorry everyone! I took a gap year instead of going to university. Had an absolutely lovely roadtrip around Europe! Was contemplating going to America but there wasn't enough time to plan that so I cut that short and came back home. Been back for about three months but I've lost touch with most of my guy and girl friends and like I've been trying to get back in touch with them all. So once again I'm very sorry for the long wait inbetween posts, but this one is for the faithful followers, the ones who used to check this blog every day, and then every week and by now, a cursory glance every month, I'm sure. So this is for you. So much has happened since I last updated this blog and I'm going to share with all of you guys and girls some of the various escapades I got up too while I was away from Singapore. (Also, when I got back I don't know why but SG boys got braver and I've had some local fun too ;) )

Messy.

I was throbbing and dripping and generally making a mess thanks to the boy slurping away at my cunt. I couldn't believe how good he was without ever taking his eyes off of mine. And then he lifted himself off and it was over, but only just. Before I knew it he had hoisted himself onto me and our noses touched. His chest pressed down on my breasts, my nipples standing at attention. He was slightly taller than me so I spread myself and he adjusted himself in between my legs. His stiff cock rested lightly on my wet pink vagina and there was electricity on that bed, I could feel it. I wrapped my arms around his back and ran my hands up and down that muscly back. He stared intensely into my eyes, his hazel brown burning into my electric blue contact lenses. Slowly, steadily, without breaking my line of sight, he leaned down and we both closed our eyes and there it was. It started simply. Polite, almost gentle. His soft lips, and mine. As I stroked his hair and my fingers danced on his back, he let a soft moan out and pushed deeper into my mouth. Our tongues were intertwined and in a furious dance and through all this I hadn't realized that he was slowly penetrating my leaking pussy. I couldn't bother to play games anymore, and I tightened my vagina around his stiff, thick cock. Deciding to put my legs to good use, I wrapped them around his thighs and took him in deeper. Involuntary moans escaped me, my eyes rolling back in pleasure. It's difficult to describe a nice cock thrusting slowly but fully into a wet, warm, tight vagina but it was about 23 times more pleasurable than anything I've ever done by myself in front of a computer playing porn videos. He continued thrusting into me and slowly we stopped kissing. Partly to concentrate on getting fucked, but mostly so I could push his head down to my tits. He knew what I wanted though, and he expertly took my left breast in his hand and lowered his lips onto my nipple. The cheeky bastard looked up at me, almost inquisitively and I nodded silently, not able to hold on any longer. In one swift motion he clamped his teeth on my nipple and I truly exploded. I sucked his cock into my vagina, squeaked in pain and dug my nails into his back in pleasure. The feeling was indescribable. Literally, none of my words will do justice to that simplest of acts but oh my god I grew more and more moist with every stroke. He responded in kind, by pumping away harder and harder. I had an idea.

Pushing him off, I flipped him on his back and he had a look of surprise in his eyes, which was almost instantly replaced with a mischievous glint. Wordlessly, but with a smile playing on my lips, I climbed on him and slowly lowered myself onto his dick. Every inch that passed into me made me moan a little louder until finally, he was in me, cock, shaft and all. His right hand came up to my left breast and clenched it, massaging it, his fingers running over my nipples. It was time for the rodeo.

Slowly I gyrated my hips, while simultaneously lifting myself ever so slightly and then lowering. As I rode him, he moaned and closed his eyes. I was enjoying myself too much to close my eyes and that was when I spotted my phone lying near the pile of clothes near us. Reaching over for it, I quickly navigated to the camera app and switched to video mode. He opened his eyes and asked, "what's going on baby?" and I didn't answer. I handed him the phone and proceeded to immediately ride him harder than ever and he knew what I wanted him to do. Raising the phone up, he started filming me riding him. Suddenly I felt hotter than ever. Something about being fucked while a camera was rolling, was making me feel sexier than ever. Possessed with something I can't quite put my finger on, I rode him and pumped away at his cock, while I reached behind me and started fondling his balls.

I could hear his grunts getting closer and closer, and I tightened and bounced on his cock faster and faster until he cried out, "baby I'm gonna cum babyyyy" and I knew we had to act quickly. I climbed off and he stood up, next to the bed. I quickly dropped to my knees and started to reach for his cock with my hand when he shook his head and said, "no hands Cheyenne." He adjusted his hands so that the phone was filming me on my knees, from his point of view.

Opening my mouth obediently, I took him in me. My tongue circled his head and I sucked on his stiff dripping cock, tasting my own cunt juices. I spat on his cock and licked him up and down, and when I took a moment to look up at him, he smiled and spat on my open mouth. I took his balls and licked his thighs and before long he had to blow. Reaching down, I started playing with my clit and I could feel myself nearing the end of the line. With my right hand pumping his cock and my left hand fingering my vagina, our moans were synced and then it happened. I felt the spasms building in my loins and I started cumming right there on my knees. My legs buckled, my eyes closed and I moaned loudly and he took his cue and I felt his cock preparing, for just a second, before he unloaded his balls on my face. Rope after glorious salty rope of cum, my eyes closed and drenched, as I tried to slurp up what I could. I took his cock in my mouth and still as my cunt leaked, I sucked every last drop out of him. When I was finished, my eyes were still closed, thanks to the cum on my face, and I heard him move away. "Where are... where are you going?" I called out, but he didn't reply. I could hear clothes being put on, and I reached around for something to wipe the cum out of my eyes. Groping around blindly, I found a piece of cloth and used it to wipe my face off. Turns out I'd gotten my hands on my panties.

I cleared my eyes and looked up and I saw him putting on his shirt. He was obviously trying to avoid me and I got up and when I approached him, he moved away. I was shocked. I was balancing on your balls and you just emptied them on my face, and now you're avoiding me? "What's going on?" I tried to keep my voice strong because I did not want to betray the tinge of sadness I was feeling and he turned and looked at me. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here. It was my mistake, and its not your fault but I'm sorry. I have a girlfriend. I don't know why I did this, Cheyenne, I'm sorry." With that he spun around and he was out of the door and my house before I could say anything.

I was overcome with shock. What kinda guy who has a girlfriend picks up a random girl at a Starbucks and fucks her and cums on her face and then fucks off like a little pussy? And truth be told the scary part was that I loved it. I loved being a secret pleasure, a guilty indulgence. I loved the fact that I was slutty enough to make him all hot and horny and bothered. I loved the fact that he chose to fuck me, over his girlfriend. I needed to find this boy again. But how the fuck would I do that when I didn't even know his name?

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After showering and clearing my room up, I sat on my bed and reached for my phone. I unlocked it and found it opened up to a whatsapp chat. It was a video, sent to a random number. Panic overtook me. I played the video and it was what I thought it would be. There I was on my knees, gagging on a cock and fondling a pair of balls, and then fingering myself. And he'd sent it to a number that I did not have. I checked the number and the profile picture and... wow.

He'd sent the video to himself. He wanted to jack off, to the sight of me sucking his cock and taking his load all over my face. God that made me feel so hot.

Got along with Starbucks lovers, they'll tell you I'm insane.

He saw me from across the cafe. He saw me sipping away at my caramel frappe, trying to prolong its life so that I could justify spending an humane amount of time at Starbucks, reading, trying to avoid being home. Being in public stopped me from watching porn and fingering myself and doing nothing else much at home while waiting to start my gap year trip around the world. He saw me alone and he came over. And that's how it all began.

"Hi. I saw you from over there. You've been sitting here alone for a while so I thought it was safe to assume you weren't expecting anyone. Also I wanted to come talk to a pretty girl la but that's not so important"

He was direct and brave. I liked that. Most guys are too scared to approach and tell girls they're interested in them. So what if you're not "good looking"?? Tip for girls my age: remember that guys who come up and talk to us aren't wearing make up and before you turn them down, remember what you yourself look like without make up.

Anyway back to the story. He stood rather awkwardly at the edge of my table and although the he tried his best to avoid looking needy, I could see it in his eyes, the look of lust that men often try to pass off as passion. Slowly, I returned his cheeky hopeful grin with a steady, confident smile of my own. "Hey, you're right. I was just alone at home so I decided to come here in the hopes of something fun happening. Till now, no luck. But maybe you can change that," I said, with a grin that hinted my intentions, echoed by my pantyless self.

He fingered his shirt and I motioned to the empty seat next to me. He gathered his stuff and returned to my table and sat next to me and we made a pretty odd pair. Me in my class t shirt, braless and pink FBTs, him in his shirt, rolled up sleeves, skinny jeans, hair combed back with just the right amount of wax. "So you live around here? I'm new here so I don't really know anyone." I believed him, he felt trustworthy for some reason. "Yeah I live a couple of bus stops away. So you plan on carrying on this conversation without telling me your name?" I shot back, daring him to grow a pair. He stared into my eyes for a second, I could hear him thinking, weighing up the odds. And then he drew a breath, and boy did he grow a pair.

"Our names aren't important. I know what you're up to. Do you really think I can't see your nipples screaming through your t shirt? I can be whatever name you want me to be. What matters is: who do you want to be?" He returned my challenge with a salvo that instantly flicked a switch in my loins. I could feel myself burning at my nether regions. This boy, whose name I didn't even know, was making me hot and stuffy. For the first time in this conversation, I lost control and he could sense it, he knew he had me on the ropes. I was his for the taking, and he cocked his head to one side, trying to figure out what I was up to, his eyes drifting down my shirt, and I followed his gaze. He was right. My nipples were freezing and sharp and I could almost hear them saying "give us liberty or a bra dammit!"

I let my hair fall from behind my ear and give me sometime to compose myself, and just when I thought I had a good enough reply, I felt his hand rest lightly on my knee. This was shockingly new to me. Guys in Singapore would never think of doing that, and here was this guy, who had staked his flag on my body, declaring that I was his conquest to anyone who might care to glance in our direction. We sat like that for a second and I could see him grinning from the side of my glass and it was at that point that I knew all I really cared about, all I really wanted, was him in me, him on me, him under me, his manhood in my mouth, his balls across my face, him shooting ropes and ropes of his warm cum on my face. I wanted him. I wanted him to use me. No guy has ever made me this way, and I loved it. Time to take back control from this cocky son of a bitch.

I mustered whatever courage I had left, and after checking to see if anyone was looking our way, reached across and laid my hand directly on his lap, feeling for his wood. His body stiffened and in my mind I could feel the blood rushing to the one piece of muscle I truly cared about on this boy's body. His gaze never left my face and I could tell he would never relinquish control, but I was definitely giving him a run for his money. He grew under my soft hand, as I gently caressed him, my eyes locked to his. He grew and he hardened, and when I tightened my grip on his cock he let out an involuntary gasp. So much for control. He turned a shade of scarlet that I vaguely remembered seeing once, in the mirror. Oh right that was my throbbing vagina, begging for relief. I had an idea.

"If you aren't up to anything and you'd like to get up to something, follow." And with that I abruptly stood up, and walked out of the Starbucks, leaving him with one five second tease of an over the jeans cock rub. And follow he did.

He followed me on the bus and into the lift and then he couldn't control himself. I had barely hit the button marked 16 when I felt his powerful arm grab my hair and yank me around. His free hand established a vice grip on my neck and pulled me close and I could feel his penis push against my FBTs and then he pulled me in and his lips were all I needed them to be: a gateway drug. He stuck his tongue in my throat, all pretense of discovery abandoned, he was taking no prisoners today. He explored my mouth, I sucked on his tongue harder and he bit my lip and my hand found his zip and then it was over. The doors opened. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to my house, on the right hand side. He wrapped his arms around my waist and each hand inched towards my moist cunt and my hardened nipples respectively. Even then he wanted to tease. He didn't go for the obvious, he ran his fingers delicately over my stomach and thighs while I furiously fumbled with the lock and we tumbled into the house. I slammed the doors behind me and he once again began an expedition of my mouth, except this time my house was pitch black and all I could do was feel. We stumbled into my room, my wet panties from last night draped over my bed. I couldn't be bothered. I slammed the door and hunted around for the air con remote and once that was settled I turned to see him standing by my bed, T-shirt off but everything else still on. So he wanted to play did he?

We stood for a second and looked at each other and then it was over. I walked over and pushed him onto my bed and sat on his lap and bent over and made out with him while riding him, clothes burning between us. He was ridiculously hard and relatively thick beneath me and I slid down a little, pausing to lips his nipples. He let out a single solitary moan "chey...enne." I thought I had him, the battle over, the victory secured, when he carried me suddenly and dropped me on the floor. "Get on your knees bitch," he said, his voice hoarse and husky with the rush that flows in equal parts to both brain and penis, that only men could ever feel. He reached over and picked up the panties that were on my bed and he took a deep breath, smiling lustily. Then he tossed it aside and looked expectantly at me. I slowly started kneeling but he grabbed my arm and tugged at my shirt. I pulled it off and his eyes sparkled with an anger and a passion I hadn't yet experienced. His finger appreciatively ran down my nose and my lips and down to my chest. He pinched my left nipple and reached down to bite on my right. I let out a moan of pain and pleasure, the burning sensation only serving to fuel my need to be used violently. He placed a hand on my head and pushed me down to my knees. He gestured towards his belt and I knew what I had to do. I unbuckled him slowly, fiddling with the button and the zip slowly. I pulled his jeans and saw his wood bulge in his Calvin Klein boxers. I started to inch his boxers down, slowly, as carefully trimmed hair ends started showing, and then the shaft, throbbing with passion and blood, I kissed his shaft, stopped pulling and kissed his tip. The tip area of the boxers was moist with pre cum, a lovely taste that reminded me of lemons and salt, lots of salt. I licked his tip through his boxers and felt a painful crushing sensation as he grabbed a fistful of hair and grunted "stop teasing whore." His eyes were closed and his Adam's Apple throbbed and I was shocked. He didn't even know me and he was calling me a whore and the best part was that I felt and wanted to be treated like one. I obliged and yanked off his boxers and I was squatting close to his legs so his penis hit me square in the middle of the face, right in between my eyes, above my nose.

It was gloriously thick and juicy looking, at least 8 inches without a doubt. Not circumcised but his foreskin rolled back nicely to give me access to his head, filled with nerve endings that I was going to enjoy exploiting. I took his shaft in my hands and pumped slowly but it was as solid as oak wood and it wasn't gonna get any bigger. Slowly, I put him in my mouth. His pre cum immediately hit my taste buds and I looked up at him. For the first time since he forced me down, his eyes were open and he was looking down into my eyes, head cocked to one side, curious and excited. I could taste it. Slowly I took more of him, deeper and deeper, my spit pooling in my mouth and flowing onto his cock. The more I pumped with my mouth the less I gagged and the wetter his dick got. He reached down and twisted my nipple and it was all I could do to not bite down. I looked up at him and he looked like he was about to say something...

And then he spat on my face, and as I flinched away I just knew he was grinning. For a second I was stunned, my eyes squeezed close, as I felt his warm saliva drip from my eyes down towards my mouth. And I loved it. I took him out of my mouth and rubbed his cock on my face, letting the spit lubricate him. I pumped away for a minute and then he did his signature crushing grip on my neck and pulled me up. He looked at my face, a mess of spit and pre cum and he lifted me up to his height and threw me on the bed and said "hold your legs out." I obliged and he pulled my FBTs off. He took my hands and told me to hold my knees to my ears and I did so, exposing a throbbing, leaking vagina, and a tight asshole to this boy I had met half an hour ago. "Whatever the fuck you do, don't you fucking dare take your eyes off mine, understand Cheyenne?" I nodded, my exposed state betraying me as I blushed. He lowered himself onto me, his face never once leaving mine. He kissed my pussy, softly. I always shave like I've told you guys before. He slowly licked the beads of sweat and cunt juice and probed my pussy with his tongue, slowly, searchingly. He tasted my cream and I licked my lips, tasting him and his spit and my sweat and his pre cum. The air con was set to 20 degrees but I was sweating profusely. Suddenly he lifted off my pussy and lowered himself further and without any warning, kissed my asshole and stuck his tongue in that hole so exclusive that even I hadn't explored. Waves of passion flooded my body as i squirmed and he slowly alternated between my pussy and ass, tongue in one finger in the other. Index finger probed my pussy, then he abandoned the ass and stuck his middle finger in my cunt. He turned and twisted and curled and straightened all inside me. I was quivering and shaking but our eyes never left each other. My only sexual experiences till this point were limited to Andrea and Justin. But this boy, this enigma who was slurping at my creamy pussy, letting my cunt juices flow along his perfect cheekbones onto my bed, this was something else. 
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Next post, is what you've been waiting for. Keep coming back :) 

Hello loves.

I haven't been around in far too long. That changes tonight. Check back at midnight. This is how the professionals do it.

Its been a while.

2.30 am. The silent hum of the ceiling fan and the almost noiseless whisper of the air conditioner try and keep me warm, but we both know they're fighting a losing battle. The room is dark save for the light emanating from the computer monitor as three guys simultaneously humiliate and worship a blonde; I feel hot as I imagine myself in that lucky girl's position. Sweat drips down my face as I pant heavily, exhausted at the extent of my own pleasure. My t shirt is soaked with the wetness of my own sweat. I'm on my swivel chair, my legs propped up, my thighs spread wide open. My shorts and panties are discarded on the floor, the inevitable result of hastily executed undressing. My legs are sticky and wet, the juices of my pleasure coating them. My fingers are tired and sore, but they carry upon them the taste of lust. My cunt drips away, red and tired from the pleasurable torture I just put it through. Fingering myself is the only way I know to relieve my boundless lust. Boys don't care about me, and I know deep inside of me that going deep inside me is the only way to make myself feel better. My eyes are glazed over, I'm too engrossed in the porn I'm watching. I' am a slut, I'm a whore and my lust for all things sexual disgusts me. But I turn myself on and that's the scariest part of it all.

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Hey guys. I know its been a while. Last year I was completely busy with As. This year I've got a lot more time to play around with. I went on a couple of holidays, I spent like two months in North America, that's why I wasn't posting anything. I'm sorry for leaving you faithful readers hanging for so long. I'll do my best to make up for it.

So now that my Junior College education has ended, I sorta realised something. I don't have to worry about my reputation in school. I don't plan to meet most of the people from school ever again, if I can help it. And that gave me a very kinky idea.

"Heyyyyy Andrea!" I chirped, faking enthusiasm that I only truly held for her body, not for the stupid girl herself.

"Omg what Cheyenne, you actually know how to pick up the phone and call me?" she said in jest (but I'm pretty sure the bitch really did mean it I mean I've ignored her for the longest time and its only my sexual appetite that I wanted to ease.)

"Hahah no lah, I just wanted to ask if maybe you wanted to hang out and do something?" I said, in a suggestive tone that left much to the imagination.

She impressed me with what she said next.

"Hmm how about I come over to your place? Maybe we could do something there? Entertain ourselves?" I was certain she had a cheeky grin plastered on her nubile, knowing face. "Sure, come on over! I'll see you in a while" and then suddenly, the conversation was over, and my mind started racing with the possibilities of all the things Andrea and I could, nay would, get up to. I could feel my skin burning hot around my neck and face as my imagination sprinted away into the dirty unknown.

***

"Daddy! My friend is coming over in a while! Its okay right? We'll be in my room watching movies or something, we won't make noise!" I knew my dad would never normally agree to letting me have friends come over, so I had to use some visual stimuli to convince him to. I was wearing my Cotton On tank top, this one was a little bit too small for me so it showed off a bit of skin at my hips and gave a great view of whatever small amounts of cleavage I had. I knew my dad had a thing for lingerie so instead of going braless, I gambled on a pink bra that could be seen quite well under my cream coloured tank top. I paired that top half with tight short shorts. My rather firm butt cheeks were begging to be free of my shorts. Needless to say, I didn't wear any panties. It was quite the cameltoe.

Dad turned around from his table to see me standing infront of him, perky boobs, protruding ass and all. For a moment the air seemed to leave him and then he quickly regained his composure and blinked a few times. "Er yes sure sweety anything you want." He quickly turned around to face the computer and I knew then that he had an erection. A man wouldn't act this weird unless he's aroused by the sight of his daughter dressed like a slut. It was then that I decided, over the course of the next few months, with no school to go to, I would put my daddy through the most agonizingly pleasurable situations. I love him a lot, and I wanna do something for him for all that he's done for me as a single parent. Its the least I can do.

***

The doorbell rang and the chime sent a tingle down my spine. Andrea was here. 

"Hey cheyenne! How are you??" Andrea asked me as she hugged me when I opened the door for her. As she took a step back I noticed her giving me the once over and her for an instant she had a look on her face that was trying to say "why are you dressed like a slut?" but then in another instant it was gone, replaced by something more lustful. 

Andrea was wearing a blue tank top, and a black bra, the straps obviously too big to be covered by the tank top straps. She had tucked her tank top into a short black cotton skirt that ended mid thigh. Most JC girls seem to be having the same fashion ideas given their new found dressing freedom. Her cleavage sweat glistened in the light and I found that so very irresistible. All I could think of was how good that sweat might taste.  

"I'm fine Drea, do you want something to drink?" I asked, playing the gracious host. "yes please, its quite hot outside and my throat is really dry." 

"That's not the only thing I'm gonna hydrate today then" I thought to myself. 

Having quenched her thirst, she went to say hello to my dad and that probably put dad over the top. I could see him losing control quickly so I dragged Drea to my room and sure enough, daddy closed the door of his room. I sincerely hope he had the most amazing wank of his life, thinking about his daughter and her friend.