Love for Lust

Yippee yay yay, today is Friday thank God. I am so tired with work. This administrative job seemed so mundane. I don't think a Marketing graduate should be running errands like a secretary, does filing for a senior executive's back logs or even climb the ladder of the store in my pretty Jimmy Choo. Sigh. This defines 'bully.' Just because I am a fresh graduate, it does not mean I have to slog my way up like it used to some 20-30 years back.

I think I need to revalidate my goals. If Marketing is something I believe to be enjoying and develop in my career, I then should focus on developing myself. No more accepting a job just for the sake of money.

This administrative job is just so wrong. I'm not complaining of its hard work. I'm just upset that I allow myself to succumb to a job that is totally unrelated to my interest and field of study. I don't even mind coloring flyers or even walk the streets wearing a cartoon character like Sponge Bob, shaking hands with kids and all. Though stupid, at least it has got something to do with Marketing. That is what I mean.

I will flip the papers and resubmit my resume to those manpower agencies tomorrow. Fresh grad can't be overly choosy or demanding when experience is zilch. Got to start somewhere, some how.

That is how boring life is in the office. So to keep myself going and looking forward, I work with my eyes wide open. Now that I am 6 months with the company, I have more or less met everyone. And yes, indeed the Marketing and Sales guys are far interesting lot. Better looking too.

Anyway, the good thing about this place is its interesting blend of age groups. Half the population is infested with young people. So the energy is great. Lots of energy. Of course where Marketing and Sales is concerned, 80% of their force is the vibrant young.

Yes, I know what you will be wondering by now. If I have set my eyes on anyone or have I whisked someone off or have I been hooked.

No. That is my answer to the latter 2. I do not believe in being in a relationship. I do not believe in being committed to someone. Not at this point in my life. Not for the things I have experience with men so far.

I have been giving one of the Marketing guys the attention but yet, there is another person who is always giving me the attention instead.

Let me describe more about them. Aaron. This is the one whom I batted my attention on. The type of Chinese guy I would turn to look if I walked pass. He is a six footer. Reasonably fair because he does not work outdoor much but I believe if he does, he could definitely carry a good tan. He dons a smart handsome spiky hair cut, chinky eyes, sharp pointed nose, great physique (gathered from what he wore), cute thin lips, high cheek bones, distinctive chin and speaks ardently well English. I am impressed. To top to this perfection, he is charming, pretty much a true gentleman in his manners and dresses up well. Oh honestly, I look forward to check him out each day. He takes the initiative to match his tie, cufflinks and shirt. So much so that it is great to just notice him. Not a single day of dressing down. Oh!

By the way, Aaron is 27 years old and unfortunately, very attached to his steady girlfriend I was told. Double oh! In terms of status in the corporate ladder, Aaron is climbing the ladder and is doing very well. It seems he has been identified as one of the future leaders in years to come.

Then there is Cheng. The archetype of a Malaysian Chinese guy. He is about 5'8, reasonably sized with a small shadow of tummy gauging from his boring working shirts. Always blue, white or pastel green, yellow or pink. And he dons a selection of quite boring ties. He is also chinky, but Cheng has a round face with round nose and nothing to shout about looks, neither fair nor tan. He is someone you would not look twice if he walks pass. Primadonnas would not even realize his existent. Cheng speaks Manglish, and if required, he speaks reasonably well English but with fellow Chinese colleagues, he speaks in Cantonese. Huh! Gauging from his style, he would make an Ah Lian dream man.

However said, Cheng is a distinct figure head in Sales even though he is only 33. So he carries a level of confidence when he walks and talks. Needless to say, like every sales man, he talks (not speak) very well. His power of convincing and sweet talking if just too good to be true. People believe every word he says. Even the tea lady treats him like a gem because he could cream, oil and butter her to extend that she thinks she is a sweet sixteen virgin making coffee for him every morning! Just listening to the way she purrs at him every morning is enough to make every strain on my hair stand.

Let me talk about Cheng first. He is the guy who showered me all the attention from the very first day I joined.

Cheng and the whole company perceived me to be the innocent, sweet, young graduate who is there always waiting to be helped. Yeah, some damsel / virgin in distress, waiting to be waited upon and rescued. And I do let them feel that way? You bet. After all, what have I got to lose? Of course, there are the disadvantages.

I have got office aunties and old maids disliking me because the attention I earned and showered upon most often than not by the men bosses (which explains the reason I am the receiving end to being ‘bullied’ to do odd jobs). To add to their hatred, I am always dressed to the utmost professional sophistication though, I always ensured a hint of provocation here and there. Like a slight show of cleavage from the unbuttoned working shirts, my 3-4 inch stilettos which makes me strut when I walk with bosom forward and tout butt (thanks to Jimmy Choo and Manolo Blahnik), tight fitting stretchable working skirts that accentuates my firm bottom, high slit pencil skirts that cuts to almost reaching the curve of the butt or even a figure hugging blousing that wraps my 36B breasts like two very firm, pointed melons, waiting to burst open anytime.

For one, I have got an ugly late thirties woman boss who finally got hitched by an old man of 55. She was desperate I was told. But frankly, I don't care. After all, this is not my life plus, I do not intend to stay in this company for too long. So even if she hates me what I got, I do not care.

Cheng invited me out for lunch 3 days after I joined. When I was introduced to him the first day during my walk-around introduction, I could see the attention his eyes had on me. In fact, he was staring from the very beginning of the introduction to the very moment I left his office. He certainly checked me out from head to toe without qualms. I stayed looking innocent.

To be honest, I am not interested. Not a single bit. He is far below my taste (compared to the men I have dated and bedded) but I don't think it is worth any foe to make. So when he invited me for lunch, my instinct was to subtly, sweetly turn him down, blaming for the work load (which is true since every old lady in my unit seemed to seize the opportunity to 'train' me by way of shoving me some of their mundane task). But that did not stop Cheng.

He seemed to be on my floor every few days, looking for someone or passing by for meetings so he can give me a quick "Hi." Initially, he starts calling me up asking to check for some stuff for his Sales unit. After a few weeks of professional calls, the conversation became friendlier and personal. He starts asking about me, probing and questioning to know me better. Or so it seems. I relent from being professional and shared what ever he wished to know while maintaining the SYT image. But I ensured he knows me from just that and nothing more personal. In between these conversations, I learnt that he is already going out with someone and this someone is to marry in a year or so.

If that is made very clear to me, I must then be his last avenue of flirt before he ties the knot. Oh, what a typical man! Bastard.

By the second month, he calls me up every day to chat for at least half an hour. I just played along. And I am still using the excuse of overloaded work from going lunch with him. Of course, he was persistent over having lunch so finally, I agreed. But between conversations, he certainly knows how to flatter.

The thing about people like him, he will ensure we never have lunch in the vicinity of the office so we always eat way beyond the office area. I suspect this is to ward off office gossip and the fact that he is about to get married. Just to play safe.

One fine day when I was 5 months old on the job, while he was driving out, he held my hand. I smiled at him when he did it and I am sure he thought I enjoyed than warmth attention. Oh, how silly some men can get. I mean, who is he kidding, at one point he made it clear he belongs to some woman and on the other, he is attempting to start something with me. I believe he thinks his sweet talks are buying me in after all.

I did not let his hand go. I allowed him because I wanted to see how far he could even think and believe himself going from here.

Then just last Friday, he popped me this question while we were almost reaching the office after lunch in his car, the silver E46 Beemer, "Can I kiss you?"

"Am I as delicious as that cheesecake we had just now that you want to kiss me?" I teased.

"Oh common Shanice, you know what I mean," he tried persuading me. To add to his predicament, I challenged him.

"How about dinner tonight and we talk further ok? After all, I'm late. You know how these old ladies will be if I'm late," I said.

"Dinner? You will be available to have dinner tonight?" he asked again, he looked disbelieved.

"Yes. Why not?"

"Ummm, let me check if I can make it tonight alright, but this is something I am so happy to know you can. I'll call you afterwards to let you know ok?" he assured me.

Of course, he made himself available that night. At 7.30pm, he drove us to Villa Danieli for dinner. Like most Malaysian Chinese, he ordered pizza because that was the only Italian food he likes best. Urgh. I disregard his taste for that moment, ordered my favorite Moet and veal parmigiana. We drank quite a bit and quickly, the content of bottle seemed to have evaporated within minutes. When we got light headed, I was daring with my questions and he was opening even more.

With that, I drew back to the question about the kiss he asked from me. He looked worried that he upset me. And as usual, words of flattery came pouring like a broken dam. How beautiful I am to him, how he loves my sparking big eyes, how he loves the way I dress (how lame) and how he enjoys my company including those simple daily conversations. Apparently, I make his day no matter how bad or tired he is, every time we talk.

At this point, I do not hold any feelings for him other than a male company who seemed to be infatuated with me. I enjoyed the attention though.

I ordered another Moet and we continued drinking, all these while, he holding my hand, stroking it every so often as if it was a precious gem bestowed by his fairy God mother.

By 11pm, when Danieli is to close, he insisted we proceed to Bar Savannh. With a state of light headedness, I agreed without much thought.

The place was packed as usual. Everyone was busy enjoying themselves. We settled ourselves at a corner where music is still audible though every nook was infested with people. The crowd was packed with everybody almost touching one another - dancing, making small talks, drinking their hearts out or just chilling and checking out the opposite sex.

I got myself a Mojito and he got a JD Coke and we started to make small talks as we enjoyed the music. Not forgetting, we had already 2 bottles of Moet and now cocktail and liquor. 15 minutes later, he took my hand and started to dance with me. Slowly, he pulled me closer. Closer and closer we got. As the music played, we swayed. I closed my eyes to enjoy the beat and observe the movement my body danced. He gripped my hand. And it gets tighter as we moved.

Then finally as we leisurely rocked, his body touched mine. I smiled to myself because he is letting go. We continued dancing and my eyes are still close. Gradually, his body was rubbing against mine. We went on for awhile body to body, and my face was just so close that he could just kiss me without resistance. Nor would I have time to turn away if he decides so.

I turned around in beat to the music. My back is now against him. Slowly, I ensured physical contact again while moving to the beat. This time I felt naughty. So I gyrate my body against his torso. Very slowly and sexily. Beat to beat, I swayed against his body. Beat to beat I rocked. Gently then, I lean back my head on his shoulder.

I could feel his breathing and his inhalation then exhalation. He gave a long inhale and captured the scent of my hair. He is breathing through my neck at every exhalation. I continued with the sexy moves. This time with my hand bend backwards, I pulled him even closer so I could feel every inch of his body against mine. Then once I am tired with the same motion, I started to press my butt onto this private.

As I danced to the beat, I ensured the pressure of my movement goes to his member so his attention will be focus on just that. My firm butt gently caressed him sexily. I could then feel his response because he pushed forward harder. I could feel every inch of him now. He started to manifest a wanton need. Somehow, I could sense it. And at every beat of the song, I know I'm making him harder. I peeled off my hands upwards to hold his face so he could hold my waist to gyrate as much as he wished. He grabbed my waist and slowly massage around it. Some how, the massage becomes fondles. I exhaled yet still maintaining the body to body contact. As I know he is responding to my actions and since my hands are touching his face seductively, I started to caress my soft hands against his cheeks, ears, and then neck. All this while, maintaining the slow rocking. I was enjoying him actually. I secretly smiled to myself.

He is breathing harder now and he gently turned me over to face him again. As if I could read his mind, in sync to his action, we move closer towards his face. The pull was gentle but with the force to touch his body against mine again. I know he wanted to badly kiss me by now but I resisted by turning my face to the left and rested my head on his shoulder. But our bodies were busy fondling each other, all along to the beat of the music. Faintly, I could hear "Sexual Healing." Oh, that sexy song.

Then as if possessed, I pushed him towards the wall so he has something to lean on. With his back secured to the wall as if I pinned him down, his eyes all smokey looking staring at me, I did the unthinkable. I gave him a dirty dance. He knew he needed to stay still and enjoy the attention. As I motion my body, stealthy looking into this his eyes, I felt a rush of sensation overwhelming me as it brush my breast against his torso. By now, the combination of my alcohol consumption has made me bolder with my actions. And I certainly felt sexy all over and I loss all sense of inhibition.

As I danced, slowly I lowered myself like a snake lowering my face and body. I made sure our bodies are close enough but never touching now. I ensured he could still smell my scent. My steps were slow but arousing enough to get any male's attention at that point. Very slowly as I swayed downwards, my face reached his lower torso. Then I gently moved upwards as if my body is urging for a stimulating response from his, with clothes on. All this while, moving to the beat of the music. At the same time, I held on his waist sexily and rock with seduction in mind.

“Seduced this man,” I said to myself.

When I finally am just a blink away from his face, I could see his breath heavier. And he gave me a smoldering smile. I ignored him. As if, I do not know what he is trying to tell.

This time I pulled him closely, so close that I could feel his entire warm, on every inch of me. I could feel his heart beat. I swayed very slowly to the music beat and he got excited over my action again. I could feel it. He held my waist and he moved with me this time in slow, sexy rhythm. Motion for motion, movement for movement. I started to feel hot. Sexy hotness oozing from every pore of my body. Bashfully I looked at him but I choose to face upwards with eyes close, allowing his access to my neck.

He kissed my neck. And it was a really hot kiss that I felt a shiver down my spine. I deeply exhaled. He knew very well he is doing the right thing and persisted on kissing my neck. I succumb to every bit of it because I just wanted to enjoy the moment. I let go of reality.

By now, he was hugging me so tightly that we are almost one. Moving to the same beat and same movement over and over again. His hardness is getting obvious as he necked me. And my feelings were getting bolder. I turned to look at him and he caught my lips with his, there and then we interlocked lips to lips, tongue to tongue. From shy kisses, it turned passionate. I am going all soft with the passion building between us. I bit his lips as a result and he responded the same. Oh, this is so cheeky. So I gave a little giggle but he became ravenous this time. I could sense he wanted to devour me. The kissing was inflaming him. We were kissing like we never kissed before, at the same time body entwined to the dance. The rub body to body added the heat. I could sense he is fast letting go off every inhibition he has this time. As we kissed ferociously with intense passion, his hands slowly caress my back. Then as if encouraged by an unseen force, he slowly move downwards towards me firm butt.

It was slow movement savoring the back of body and now butt. He massaged it so well that I felt great. Yet, little by little being aroused. He did it like it was going to be the last time.

Almost everyone would have looked at us, some in amazement of our public display of affection, some in awe and some disgusted. But we were at a plateau where we did not care. Besides, it was dimmed. People could hardly recognized each other, more so by now everyone should be intoxicated, some how.

He whispered softly into my ears, "Shanice, I want you." Then he started to nibble my ear lobe. My God. That drove my hormones up a notch!

I muttered coyly with all girl like demure into his ears, "I want you too but..." and I turned to look at this face. He does not look that bad after all. In fact, pretty cute I should say. Or was it the alcohol?

"Shall we go somewhere quiet?" he indirectly persuaded and ignored my 'but.'

I looked at him seriously this time, I got back my focus and said, "I can't Cheng, I just can't. You've got this girl who you are marrying and here you are with me..." My voice trailing off but I cannot bring myself to finish the sentence.

I gave the look that he understood it all but with regret. And to my surprised, he hugged me so tightly, as if he never intended to let me go. We were there at the corner for a good 10 minutes, just hugging each other tightly. He still smelt of Aramis.

Finally, he looked up, all sobered and pull my face to look at him. I half smiled, half wonder what was in his mind at this point after a long period of silence.

"Shanice, for awhile, I wished I have met you earlier. I wish circumstances were different and I wish for a lot of everything. But I guess, there are things where we have to give a 'miss' and let it go as much as we want to badly. Some people want everything and they compromise with what they have to have everything. But I think, that is extremely selfish of me," he sadly said.

I was taken aback because he was divulging such extension of selflessness. I do not know if it was all planned. You know men, sometimes they put up acts to be a true blue gentleman when the one and only aim is to get into your pants. They will do anything to make you worthy of them. Or feel like their prized possession. Yeah, most men are bastards.

When I think about it now, I am still in doubt because all these while, he never had what so ever intentions to ditch his long time girlfriend despite acting like a man who is crazy in love with another woman. His last few words were like paradox which every woman would like to hear. Love for lust. The very thought of him wanting to bed me disgust me at this point because the more I dwell, his intentions comes very obvious to me - one last fling with a girl he fancies before he gets hitched forever.

Oh, so typical of a man. No difference from those who patronize the brothel or even calls for escorts for their wild bachelor night parties. What difference is that after all?

In fact, some do not even stop there. Some just go on with their affairs till the end of their time. Sad but true. Now, you ask, where is the fairness to womankind then? I still wonder...

Part Time

Now that I am to work, getting up at 7.30am is a dread. While when studying, 5am is my sleeping time. Of course, I was working part-time then. Ah, the funful part time job I had while in Australia. How can I forget? Money was splendid despite getting more than enough from my scholarship. But this is extra, so it certainly elevates my lifestyle in Melbourne.

I was then sharing with 2 other girls, forking a weekly rent of AUD350 for a double storey house with a pool (how can anyone live without it?) and driving a cute brand new little Mini Cooper S convertible. Of course to my parents, cars are cheaper in Australia and it was my true luck getting a hand on a 3rd hand Mini Cooper for a price of AUD10K (actually spent AUD58K for this beauty). The fact that I did not complaint and could afford the car from my savings and scholarship, there was nothing suspicious about my good lifestyle. After all, to them, I earned every single cent from my sheer hard work in school.

Money is certainly good because of the work after classes or in between.

Between 3-4pm everyday, my employer, Ben would give me a tinkle on my handphone to let me know the day's itinerary. On a typical day, I would be briefed on the list of places I am required to go for the day and the price of each client and special request if any. Of course, Jack, the driver would be outside my house to fetch me there. I have absolutely nothing to worry about because this is something I am born to do. Honestly, I enjoy every minute of it. Even to this day. But again, Malaysia doesn't treat you this well and the risk to take is not worth the time and money. Getting Mat Salleh is good news but if you get typical Malay, Chinese or Indian men, trust me, you rather die giving them what they think they deserve.

For this particular day, I have been requested by my special regular client. He is in town!!! Gosh, I'm so excited. He is special because he is one awesomely good looking man in this 40s with this charm you get from Mr. Big. If you take a good look, he resembles George Clooney, or could easily be mistaken as George's brother. Juan is his name and he is a typical French man who leads a jet setting life. He is a divorcee with 2 lovely teenage kids who are back in France with their mother. Since Juan runs an aircraft business and services the likes of Qantas, he visits Melbourne and Sydney often.

And during then, he spends time unwinding. That was how I mean Juan. Of course, when I said Juan was typical French, he is all stud, well toned body, biceps of what a man ought to have, still holding on to that great 4 pack abs, though he dons almost a whole head of grey hair. He carries an essence of a gentleman and takes pride in caring for the women dates. For his taste on dressing, let's say, he gives Giorgio Armani the man himself a run for his style.

I've been seeing Juan for almost a year now and every time we meet, it was always somewhere different with different stuff to do. But every time he leaves, some part of me, knows, he'll be missed.

But that is how life is so we got to be realistic about this. And also, time flies when you are busy with everything else.

Jack came over at 5pm to pick me. I am to meet Juan at 6pm. This time it's at the Park Hyatt. I swirled along the stairs of my house in a chic black chiffon bare back and plunging neckline mini dress. Juan likes to see as much skin as possible while maintaining that panache. It turns him on. I wore that feminine musky perfume he gave me the last time he visited. And of course, my very own favorite pair of black sling-back Manolo stilettos. I have turned into Juan's dream girl.

The moment I rang the bell of his suite, the butler seemed to have been expecting my arrival with a small bouquet of white roses. Yes, some associate white roses with death but to me, it reminds me of introvert simplicity.

Juan was in his room buttoning his shirt. I rushed over and gave him a sweet peck on the cheek despite having this huge urge to hug him. Rule No. 1, never crumple his shirt before any event starts (although most often than not, his shirts never crumples even with an arm twist wrestle! But being Juan, neatness is important). So I refrained.

"How are you my love? You look ravishing tonight," complimented Juan.

"Yes, for you I always do. You look good too. Is this Zegna or Armani?" I asked about his handsomely cut stripped shirt.

"Your 6th sense is always as perfect as you. Armani my dear, Armani," he confirmed.

"I'm all ready love. Shall we?" as he turned away from the full length mirror, he grabbed my waist and gave me a second of peck on the lips, worrying if it will smear my lipstick.

As we got into the limousine and got comfortable, he stared at me and I blinked.

"You are always so lovely Shanice. So young, so vibrant, so fresh and beautiful. Never once after all these many months, that you grow any older. If I have been born an Asian, you would have definitely be mine. That is why Shanice, I can never get enough of you" said Juan in impeccable English while holding my hand.

I smiled, partly flattered over the flattery. Juan being always Juan. Words of beauty never seize pouring from him and yet, I have never felt he was just saying it for the sake of it. Or maybe, French men are brought up to love women.

"Are you hungry yet?" he asked.

"No, not yet. Do you have something in mind?"

"Then, let's go. Rus, send us to the place we spoken about," he instructed the driver with a big smile.

We arrived at a hilltop that overlooks Melbourne. It is so beautiful, with the twinkling lights shining onto us. This cannot be Dandenong overlooking Melbourne City but frankly, I have loss all bearings. I am just somewhere.

The driver left us and as usual, he will certainly know when to return.

Juan was still holding my hand and pulling me towards a little wooden door hardly noticeable. It seemed to be enveloping by a little forest. When we walked through the door, we were immediately brought to another magical world. There were tiny fairy lights all around the trees and bushes and brightly lit path leading us somewhere.

But where?

At the same time, I could hear the waft of chime and harp surrounding me as we stroll. I held Juan even tighter but I could see he looks very relaxed. That twinkle in his eyes is beginning to show again.

Then we came to a little cozy yet chic looking shack, it was all painted white along with roses and lilies blooming all around. Yes it was spring.

"This is so beautiful," I said to myself. When we entered, it was clearly a lovely 6 star luxury looking room with an entire wall made of glass which overlooks the city. Clearly, there was a fire place, warming up and a lovely balcony by the side. When I walked over, I realized we were actually standing at the very edge of a cliff! I was breathless.

Juan came over from behind and kissed my neck. Then gently he caressed my shoulders and whispered softly in my ears, "We'll be staying here for the next 2 days and we are not going anywhere my love."

All I could say was "Hmmmm..." as he continued to relish my neck and I closed my eyes to enjoy his nibbles.

When he got down to my shoulders, all I could feel was warmness. I let out a little whimper. He continued downwards, very, very slowly. Now reaching to my back. Oh my, it was driving me crazy. Of course Juan knew my weakness, he starts to nibble my back harder. He added a little pressure now. And I know, I will lose control over myself if he continues on. He starts all over and kisses my nape. Slowly but gently he nibbled.

"Juannnn," I purred.

Again, he added pressure and this time, licked my nape with his warm tongue. It is hard to resist anything at this moment as he gently licks on. I am starting to feel the wetness under. His hands started to roam. And got hold of my tits. Slowly, he caressed them with tenderness while licking my shoulders. My breath started to get deeper at every touch. Eventually, his entire hands got into my dress and were right into my tits. Fondling them over and over again, but subtly brushes pass my nipples. Oh, those hands. They were so good. I just wanted Juan to caress them because I am starting to lose control.

"My nipples need your hand darling," I begged.

"They've got to wait my love," he teased.

"Juan, please..." and, I could hear his smile. Gradually he fondled my nipples. It added to my wetness and my urge peaks. I could no longer let him do this to me because I badly wanted to reciprocate so I turned towards him. We were both on the gorgeous balcony overlooking the whole world and beyond. And here we are, making out.

I immediately kissed him passionately. He returned the kiss with much more ardor. His tongue intertwined mine. I sucked his succulent tongue and he responded with much fervor. My lust builds while his hands continue to tease with my nipples and tits. I could feel myself turning all soft and girlie. While I lean on to his body, I could feel his hardness.

Naturally, my hands were caressing this great body. This man. And as we kissed, I started to unbutton his shirt. I am so eager to get naked and have him. But being Juan, he takes everything a step at a time, savoring every moment as much as he can. He is always in control.

Now that I'm all worked up, I took off his shirt and started to unbuckle his belt. And while I'm undressing him, he pulled down my dress, leaving me with just my bra, g-string and stilettos. I could feel his rock hard dick, waiting to be released. Gently, I peeled his pants and boxer without hesitation.

I lowered myself and standing proud was this thick 7' dick in front of my face. Of course, it was beautiful. I mouthed it immediately, just as Juan wants it. Thrusting deep into my mouth, taking this beautiful dick all in. I lightly suck his whole dick which is already in my mouth. I hear Juan exhale. Of course, this encouraged me to give him more pleasure. I started to circle my tongue all around his dick, massaging every bit of his member while it was kept warm in my mouth. At the same time, I could feel the flow of my saliva in my mouth. It seemed to be savoring this piece as my tongue massages it and wrap around it. Repeatedly I do it. Massage then twirl my tongue around. Caress then twirl with the tongue. After awhile of that, I slowly started moving the dick in and out of my mouth, gently in and out, in and out, savoring every sensation attached to the in and out. Every stroke, I ensured I massage the head with my wet tongue. I then polished it with my hot tongue until it becomes all shiny. There I could see it standing erected with a shiny head. All red from the pressure I have exerted. I went in and out again, and then my tongue sensuously massages the tip of the head. Then I slowly take it all in again until everything is in my mouth. I exercised a little suck pressure then release. I continued giving that pleasure that seemed eternity. And at every brief stop, Juan grasped. I know I am doing it right. Juan's member is getting harder and harder. And Juan's breath is getting heavier too.

I smiled at my work. Indeed I have improved.

Juan now pulls me up and starts kissing me ferociously. Oh, it makes me hungry to have him. And it makes me even wetter. While his one hand starts to unhook my bra, the other skillfully slid into my undies. He stroked my pussy standing. Oh, those strokes on a bare naked pussy of mine. My pussy is so soft and supple now, not an inch of hair... I exhaled. The touch of strong fingers on my clean shaven pussy gives it additional sensation. I felt a stroke of soft electricity going through my body. And he continued tenderly all around them, and then gave a gentle pressure and circling motion all around my pubic area.

"Hmmmm" I purred. I feel some wetness already flowing. He peeled off my panties but I still had my black heels on.

Then unexpectedly, one finger lightly slid into my wet pussy. I gave a soft moan. He felt my wetness and he knew he was getting to it well. Then, he moved his fingers to my clit. Teasingly he glided up and down. Sliding those skilful fingers between my slit up and down, slowly up and down, then stroking it upwards and downwards with every seep of my juice layering his fingers. Again, it went slowly upward then downwards, then at circling motion. I could feel my clit starting to throb. He sensed it and added on to the fondle. He circled his finger around the tip of my clit this time. My wetness continues to pour. He then slide his fingers back into my wanton hole, greasing it with my juice, and gently returning pleasure of erecting the hungry clit, making it more swollen at every stroke. I am overwhelmed with pleasure and nothing else matters now.

"Ohhhh Juan. Juan. Um. Juan," I whimper softly. While we were still standing, he approached my nipples with his playful tongue while his hard dick was brushing against my tummy, fingers still playing on with the clit. Oh this tongue. With tender flickering, he quietly licks each nipple. Circling around the areola, then the tip. Circling then licking the tip with few strong strokes. Lick, lick, lick. Once he felt my nipples were hard and standing pointed, he started to suck it. Softly then gradually adding pressure while his tongue playfully rubs against the tip of the nipples as he sucks. Each nipple got equal attention of this pleasure. While this happens, his fingers were still playfully arousing the clit and hole. This continued to encourage my wetness.

He then laid me on the bed and started to spread my legs. I can't wait for his tongue to touch my pussy. My clit. After what he did to my tits, the sheer enjoyment on the clit would be uncomprehending beyond words. I just left it to him to please me by now. I'm all his.

"I just can't wait to taste you my love. It's been so long. I miss your smell, your juice, I miss you," he said softly and went on bended knees.

The moment his tongue touched my clit, I was in heaven. I closed my eyes and focused on to the pleasure I am receiving. I gave a loud exhaled moan to release that pleasant pressure he is exerting on me. I could no longer contain myself. I could feel my clit bulging more, yearning even more for his tongue to caress it despite being red swollen by now. I could feel my wetness slowly seeping out from my hole as he tongue me.

"Ohhhh ohhhh ohhhh," I moaned. He continued on. I could feel my wetness pouring. Then while licking my clit softly, he dipped a finger into my soaked wet pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Juaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnn, what are you doinggggggg?" I grasped with tender excitement, almost in a whisper. I got even wetter and I could feel his fingers are soaked wet with my juice, easily gliding in and out my hole. The motion itself heartens my mucus to ooze more. Every inch of it is filled with my eager wetness. He ignored my call and continued to massage the tip of his tongue against my swollen clit. It is starting to throb. Throbbing with great pleasure. In and out, in and out his fingers work into my vagina while he tenderly licks the red throbbing clit. It just went on and on. Then, after a long stretch of tender licking, gently he filled my pussy with his 2 right fingers. I could feel the little extension, and his second finger gets lubricated slowly as he move into me. I am so wet that I could smell my mucus. And the heat. My body is getting warm too. Then, as I was enjoying the motion, he affectionately pushed my clit hood further down and started to suck my already big red clit.

"Oh oh oh oh hmmm ohhhh hmmmm," I went on groaning even louder. I could stand no more. I went agape with the pressure of small sucks, then release. A few second suck, then release, while the 2 fingers enjoying its trip in and out of the soak wet hole. I could no longer groan because I was entirely absorbing the pleasure. Ritually, his 2 fingers continued sliding in and out, rotating around the hole, and then sliding in and out lubricated with the saturated wetness. It was over flowing that he has to lick off some of it from his fingers by now. He seemed to love it and I know this got him even more excited. My juice was over flowing that there were no frictions left to create more pleasure. And if he were to stop the motion, the mucus would have dripped down my thighs and onto the sheets. Oh, I can feel my entire body going stiff with that supple suck and gliding fingers in my pussy. Then he turned back to a little more rigorous licking right on the clit. And I could feel every throb at every touch of the tongue against my clit. Over and over again he went on. I loss all track of time.

I am going to come.

"Juan, Juan darling. Juan darling," I pant.

"I'm going to come," I urgently said. Quickly he came up onto me and plunged his hard dick into my very wet pussy and started pumping me real hard. He pumped me with vigor. In and out, in and out. My breasts were jiggling hard too. He fucked me real hard. Then his hands grabbed my nipples and started to play it. He used his fingers to rubbed the nipples with vented heat and make them even harder. Here I am getting a hard fuck and here he is, adding to the pleasure from my nipples at the same time.

"Ohhhh ohhhhh Juan. Ohhhhhh Juan. I'm comingggggggg, I'm comiinnggggggg." And I orgasm. My pussy clamed his hard dick very tightly but he continued on rocking but less vigor than before. He continued thrusting on, rocking tenderly now. Until I am all calmed. He took out his rod, and I could see, it was shiningly covered with my mucus. I sucked and cleaned his dick with my hungry mouth.

Then he went down on me again, and started licking my pussy again. God. While I am still at my lustful state, he now licked my over flowing cum wetting the outer layers of my vagina. After awhile of that, he proceeded and extended his hands to ravish my nipples. While they were still erected hard, playing it arouses me. They skillfully rub them. At the same time, his tongue met with my clit again. This time very lightly brush. Over and over again brushing and licking with all the time in the world. Indeed, my clit eventually swell. And of course, I start to feel arouse.

Then, leaving my clit for awhile he kept his hands busy with my tits. I could feel the all over warmness and lust building again. I shyly let out a sigh. Slowly, his hands worked downwards to service my pussy again, this time playfully massaging the surrounding of my vagina still glisten with my cum juice. While it was circling, little by little it went lower to than where the hole is. He gently stroked the area between my hole and anus. Oh my, it felt good and I shivered. He dipped a finger into my pussy to get some moist and start massaging that area again and again, slowly moving towards around my anus. I gave a loud groan. Again, he dipped his fingers back to my wet hole to get some juice, then back to circling around my ass. While maintaining his tongue's motion and strokes on my clit. It's ecstasy. It's heaven. I can no longer talk or think straight.

Enough. I got up and pulled him towards me. I made him lie on this back on the bed. I bend and started to give him a good lick. This time, I started with a suck on his head. Suck in and suck out just on the head. Oh, I could feel this dick getting harder by the seconds my mouth work hard, moving in and out. He grasped. I move in and out again tenderly as if it is the most prize possession I own. As I savor it deliciously, my saliva adds on with such zest. Making it wetter and allowing it to glide effortlessly in and out. Then slowly, I took him all in and started to deep throat him. Everything was in, and then very slowly I let it out. Slowly in, and very slowly out again. Very, very slowly in up to the end of my throat then slowly out again. Then I licked his dick bit by bit with the tip of my tongue, massaging it slowly downwards towards his balls. Tenderly, I started to lick all around it. One ball to the other. So delicious and ripe. Ohhhh....

"Oh my love. This is great," Juan gently said and he continues enjoying it with his eyes close. I went on massaging his balls while one hand stroking his dick gently. He groaned. I smiled. His dick grew even bigger and harder that I no longer could have him all in my mouth. I passionately gorged his swollen dick head. All red and erected now. I suck his head softly at first, gradually add to the pressure. As I do that, my hands started to stroke his shaft. I went on sucking like eternity.

When he is all ready and hard as a rock, I climb onto him. Before anything else, I gave him a long, succulent kiss, sucking and caressing his tired tongue with mine who now wants to give him more. Then, slowly, I lowered down myself onto him. Because he was fully erected at 8' now, I had some difficulties sliding it in easily. As I gently force my pussy hole to take on his head, I felt a good stretch. The wetness eases the fill. Oh, I love the fullness of his dick into my little pussy. Once his head was in, I left it as it is and again slowly pull it up to tease him. Again, I slowly lowered myself down, again, feeling a slight stretch of my pussy to accept his head.

"Darling...." he moaned. I smiled. But I take no notice of his heed. I release his head again and leisurely stuff his big head into my pussy while feeling the stretch again. But this is making me wetter.

Finally, I push his head beyond and sluggishly slip in. As I do so, I could feel every inch of him filling me up. He is so hard and thick at this point. And he was just filling up every space I have for him. The wetness is flowing on again now. I love this sensation of a big dick in my little tight pussy. It was ecstasy to accept his dick into my body. It turned me on so much that anytime now, I could come with this wet pussy fully stuffed with a big Mat Salleh dick. I started to ride him slowly.

"Ohhhh Shanice," he groaned. I rode on. Sexily. He grabbed my tits and started to fondle my nipples. It turned me on further and I could feel my wetness again.

"Uuuuhh ohhhhh....ohhhhh Juan oh yes, Juan," I groaned with pleasure. And he continued to play with my nipples with his two hands while I ensure every thrust hit on to my spot. Up and down... up and down... up and down. Then I grinded my pussy against his pubic, causing a mess of wetness there. I continued my act. I am enjoying the ride so much that I just cannot stop now. I rode him alright, while I know, his dick by now should be soaked with my white juice. Making each thrust silky and just enough friction.

He looked at me while arousing my nipples and said,"Shanice my love, you are just God gift to me. Ohhh. God this is great. Uhhh." I rocked harder now. His dick gets so hard by now. I rode him even faster. With that strokes, my pussy walls are so turned on that my juice are soaking his dick with thick white mucus, wetting his pubic even more.

"Harder darling, harder. Ohhh, yes. Harder," he encouraged me on. I slammed onto him harder by now and I could feel myself surging with intense pleasure as well. God, every stroke I push my pussy against his dick, I want to scream even more. I feel so lustful that I want now is only to fuck and fuck and fuck. I just want Juan to bring me to wherever intense pleasure can take me to. I ride harder and faster now while he pinched my nipples even harder. Every second, pumping his dick into my pussy, hitting on the right spot, with more wetness overflowing, it is causing my body to stiffen. It aroused him even more to see me going wild. I am going to reach the top any moment.

"Oh Juan. Oh Juan. Ohhh ohhh Juan," I sighed loudly. And I came. This time hard and long spasm but I continued to savor this hard throbbing dick whose filling me in. I continued my riding with my pussy griping hard onto his dick. Every spasm clutches it tighter. But I keep on riding this stallion. My lustful eyes then looked at him coyly. He looked back with desire at me and smiled.

Ohhhh yess darling, slam it in darling. Push it," he groaned. And with these few hard thrusts, he grabbed my arms hard.

"OOOOOOHHHHHHH darling. OHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHH," his body all tighten up, he grabbed me and hugged me as he comes. He pushed his hip hard into mine several times. And finally, a real hard shove and he stopped. I was on top of him for a minute or so, just hugging motionless. I could feel his warmth and intense of this beautiful member which is still wrapped with my love juice and at the same time, I could feel his love sowing my love tunnel. In some insane way, I feel happy that he filled me up with his love. I feel it is some part of him that he is leaving with me. And, I truly cherish that.

Then he got up, kissed me on the lips passionately and said, "You're the best love. Always the best."

He went down on me again. Yes, again. This is my Juan. Juan who will not stop. Not until we are over with 2 more orgasms. Yes, this should explain why he is my favorite client, one of the many men I can never say no. One of the many that can satisfy this vixen's fury, hot desire. Yours truly...