An Involuntary Start

[Nescaffe]

Nice story bro, support and camping!

[balenciaga]

Nice story bro TS!! Looking forward for more!!

[Phython1]

Good story and keep it up

[blackywater]

Great story TS bro!!! Waiting here next!!!!

[MichaelVanrick]

Cheers to TS. Pls write more.

[antyhowacc]

Chapter 7

Confused, Z quickly found herself blindfolded. She was still fully naked, except now her hands were stretched behind her head and bound. B had decided to park into the loading/unloading bay below her HDB flat instead of moving up the multi-storey carpark when they had their first session. Worry began to nag at the edges of Z’s consciousness. After all, B’s may have all side windows tinted, but the windscreen remains clear as day. What would passerbys think if they saw a girl fully naked and bound to the passenger seat in the middle of the loading/unloading bay (which is situated right next to the drop-off point). Even worse, what if they were her neighbours? How will Z ever face them again?

Z was interrupted in her thoughts by a soft, warm and wet object on her clitoris. It quickly sent tingling sensations up her spine, which was uncomfortable at the start, but turned pleasurable quickly. She realised that B was returning the favor, giving her cunninglingus right there in his car, in the loading/unloading bay where anyone who knew her could just walk by. It did not help that she was blindfolded and naked, her chest heaving heavily she the arousal spread from between her legs.

Moaning appreciatively at B’s efforts, Z was internally grateful that B had at the very least wound up the windows so she could moan to her heart's’ content, seemingly a first. She quickly felt B’s fingers joining the efforts of his tongue, attacking both her clitoris at her vulva. The stimulus was overwhelming for Z, being someone who was not used to having her pussy licked, sucked and prodded softly like this. Reaching her oragasm quickly, Z was fully placated and went home feeling more blissful rather than used.

“I guess I have a fuckbuddy now” Z wrote on Whisper, heart full of mixed feelings.

B chuckled to himself as he viewed Z’s Whisper post. He pulled out the photo taken of Z while she was in his car today. Z oozed of sexuality in the photo, fully naked except for the blindfold over her eyes. Her hands were strung behind her over the headrest, elbows pointing outwards and her nipples appeared brown and very erect. Z looked like an orgasm was about to hit her soon, with her mouth wide open and moaning. Z’s chin was tilted upwards in a state of euphoria, her chest lifted and thrusting out while beads of perspiration peppered her neck. B patted himself on the back for the great shot and wondered how he could push Z’s boundaries further in the future...

End of Ep3... Will there be more...?

[Qihai]

What an awesome story, nice share TS

[0oSkylineo0]

Always camping here for new updates. Nice update.

[VRossi1980]

this is a nice story ts, hope for more juicy updates.

[antyhowacc]

Note: This is the last episode, a 大结局 if you will. If it helps, it's a little longer than the other episodes, so I hope everyone enjoys the ride! Don't forget to leave a comment/feedback on what you think about the story!

Chapter 1

There’s a chinese saying that paper can never keep fire under wraps (纸是包不住火). It just takes one mistake to let the cat out of the bag. Despite Z’s best efforts, she made that one mistake.

It has been three months since the very first incident with B occured. Z could no longer look at her own boyfriend and B in the same way. In her mind, the differences between them were stark, and not in a good way. In her own attempt to rationalize herself cheating, Z had been particularly accommodating to all of her boyfriend’s wishes, especially sexually. She had, for example, begin to allow her boyfriend to take pictures of her in compromising positions, sometimes going as far as posing provocatively for him. She had even allowed him to take videos of their sexcapdes, although they started out small, and did not reveal her face. After all, how could she refuse her own boyfriend when she had allowed someone else who isn’t even her boyfriend to do the same? This became Z’s mechanism of trying to resolve the cognitive dissonance that had been plaguing her. Needless to say, they were but temporary measures, never designed to fully resolve the underlying issue, just like trying to wrap fire with paper, eventually only resulting in a bigger fire.

It all began when she left her phone unattended for a loo visit. Z was over at her boyfriend’s place on a saturday night just like any other. Her phone battery was dying and her bladder was screaming for attention. Complaining about how her iPhone’s battery is unable to last more than a few hours after each charge, Z hurried to the toilet, intending to return quickly and charge her phone.

Her boyfriend, the gentlemen that he is, proceeded to plug Z’s phone into the charger on her behalf, thinking to himself what a thoughtful gesture it would be. Z’s phone lit up as the wire connected, showing that someone had replied to her Whisper post. Not knowing what Whisper was, curiosity led Z’s boyfriend to unlock the phone. He came face to face with a twitter-like platform, showing the statuses of a certain “snowangel51”. Wondering what Z was doing surfing such an app, Z’s boyfriend had a rude shock when he realised the phone was currently signed in as snowangel51, signifying that snowangel51 was none other than Z herself. Hearing the unmistakable flushing sounds from the toilet, Z’s boyfriend quickly put Z’s phone away, pretending that nothing had happened.

He quickly downloaded the Whisper app on his phone as Z hurried back to her phone, glad that her boyfriend had helped her plug it in. Furiously searching for snowangel51 while Z laid beside him on her own phone, Z’s boyfriend found the profile without any trouble. Scrolling through the various ‘tweets’ of this snowangel51236, Z’s boyfriend was horrified at the information shared, without a second thought, he confronted Z right there and then. It quickly turned into a messy affair as voices were raised, tears were shed and tempers were flared. Z left her boyfriend’s house quickly, sobbing quietly as she hailed a cab home.

Even though Z had been wanting to break up, now that things have fallen apart, she couldn’t help but feel an immense sadness deep within her. After all, it was someone that had intimately been a major part of her life for the last few years. The void left behind was enigmatic and Z craved for solace.

Ironically, in a time like this, Z decided to turn to B. It seemed like the only logical choice. Besides, she was craving a man's touch isn't she?

Sending him a snap to pick her up, B appeared within the hour despite it being late at night at Z’s doorsteps. The Z that B saw when he arrived was in a sorry state. Her eyes were red from all the crying, makeup smudged as she continued to sob softly. It was a sight that would have drawn pity from the most hardened of men, and B was no exception. B assuringly led Z back into his car, although he had no idea where to take her.

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Chapter 2

Z similarly had no idea what to do, all she knew was that she didn’t want to be alone. Indifferent, B decided to bring Z home, suggesting that she spend the night there instead. Barely even considering, Z agreed without a care in the world, stating that all she wanted was to not be spending the night by herself.

B conscientiously made all the arrangements for Z when they got back to his house. Other than facing his parents awkwardly, Z quickly hid herself in B’s room, coming out only for a shower at the common toilet.

Being an impromptu visit, Z did not have any spare clothes or lingerie to change into. Discharging her worn clothes and underwear, she snuggled into B’s jerseys and army FBTs that were obviously too big for her after her shower. Craving warmth and the human touch, Z shyly returned to B’s room, digging herself into B’s chest, seeking comfort. B hugged her close, slowly peppering kisses on her forehead, cheeks and lips. Things slowly turned sensual and heated, as sex seems to be the only way the two of them know how to communicate ever since the fateful incident that kickstarted their current relationship.

Kisses turned into tongue battles as they proceeded to strip each other. Z was quickly left in the buff, as she did not have many pieces of clothing to given with, since she didn’t have any to change into after the shower. Unlike the previous few sessions, the pace this time was not hurried. Time seemed to slow for the lovers as they reached in for each other’s erogenous parts. They kissed like lovers, slow and assuringly. Z would stroke B’s member firmly but gradually, eliciting a slight reaction from B from each repetition. B likewise slid his finger slowly into Z, coating the area around her groin with Z’s natural lubricant at a leisure pace as Z secreted more.

Penetration was slow and measured as B entered Z missionary. Inch by inch, it disappeared into Z, once again without a condom. It had somehow become the norm between them.

Z moaned in delight, somewhat not used to the slow and loving pace that they were making love in. Sex with B had usually been rough and fast, in the most exhilarating of circumstances, with each orgasm chasing the previous one. This time was different. Each stroke was gentle and B continued to caress her all over, touching her in places that sent more fuzzy feelings up her brain while sliding in and out of her. Eye contact was maintained the whole time as Z dug her nails into B’s back further with each measured stroke...

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Chapter 3

“Harder, fuck me harder” Z begged as B continued relentlessly with his slow pace. Z could feel the pleasure coursing through her veins but they seemed to be in rather small amounts, painfully slow. Seeking her first orgasm, Z requested to change positions, wanting to ride B hard and fast instead.

Getting on top, the feeling of euphoria rushed into her mind as Z lowered herself onto B’s rigid, standing member. The familiar feeling of B’s warm rod was a welcome intrusion and Z rode B at an addictive pace. Panting hard at the exertion, Z moaned without restraint, forgetting that they were in fact, in B’s house with the rest of B’s family separated only by B’s room door. B aided Z’s mission in attaining her orgasm, rubbing her red and swollen clitoris with vigor while kneading her breasts with his hands.

Getting closer, Z felt B’s thumb leaving her clitoris, before feeling a sensation of a finger poking at the currently unoccupied hole right adjacent to her vagina. Too near her orgasm to object, Z screamed as she came when the first joint of the finger disappeared into her butthole. B had also conveniently came inside her after Z gripped him tightly as she came. Overcome by the sexual stimulus and the events of the day, Z collapsed beside B, seeking rest after a tiring day of physical and emotional exertion.

Unfortunately, B was not so easily pleased, which should be no surprise considering the things he had already done. B first took out his phone, snapping pictures of Z fully naked resting on his bed, obviously spent after sex. He then began to plan how to make the rest of the night a more interesting affair...

[madpig88]

Thanks for sharing this nice story TS, please continue.

[rawboy83]

share more of this nice story ts.

[antyhowacc]

Chapter 4

Z woke up to her hands getting tied to the top of the bedframe, exhausted after the events of the day. Z attempted to see what B had in mind only to realise that she was blindfolded. Not particularly concerned after the various crazy stuff they had done in public before, Z wondered what tricks B were up to this time. She took solace that it couldn’t get any worse than what she had already been through, given that she seem to be lying on the same bed she was on previously, suggesting that she was still in the private space of B’s room. She begin to feel moisture between her legs as she anticipated what other mind-blowing sex B had planned for her.

Seeing that Z was now awake, B gave her breasts a last tug appreciatively, and snapped some photos of the position Z was now in on his bed. B smiled wickedly as he saw Z’s pussy glistering in the picture, inferring that Z was not only awake, but horny thinking of what B was going to do next.

In the darkness, Z felt two palms resting on her inner thighs, slowly willing them apart. Her damp and shimmering pussy was emitting heat as B teased her with one finger, sliding it up and down from her clitoris to and fro her butthole, coaxing more of Z’s juices out. Z wondered if she was going to be fucked anally tonight, something she had never done in her life. In fact, just the tip of the finger earlier had caused her immense pain and she secretly hope B doesn’t have an anal fetish. Sadly, Z admitted to herself, if B wanted to fuck her asshole right now, there was literally nothing she could do about it.

Relief flooded Z’s senses as she felt B’s dick slide past her pussy lips. She began to hear a dialing tone, as if a someone was making a call on loudspeaker.

*druuu druuu, druuu druuu.

“Hello?” the sound of her newly appointed ex-boyfriend resounded in the room...