On My Own

I found a new job and will be starting in August. A marketing of course. I have tendered my resignation and thank God for that. I cannot wait to start a new chapter despite having a rather short one here. It does not matter. Good riddance to the old ladies. From the interview, the new office is bustling with young vibrant people. Yes!

That explains my weeks of silence from the blogsphere. I have been busy running around, sorting out every loose end that needs to be tied. Now that the spinsters and cows know I am leaving, everyone wanted to ensure, the stuff they entrusted are completed so they need not pick it when I am gone. Fair I suppose. So I have been burning the midnight oil. For a mere RM 2,300 salary, it is seriously not worth the hassle to be frank. But for the sake of responsibility and accountability, money cannot be taken into comparison. It would never be an eye for eye.

After my episode with Shah, we are still keeping in touch. But I shall not consider this a long distance relationship. I do not feel I am his girl nor does he feel he is my guy. If you want to have that feeling of ownership, it takes commitment. Therefore, I do not know if I am ready for that and we did not dwell into such depth so I will leave things as it is. As for my feelings about this ‘relationship’, he certainly interests me - his body and soul but ask no more.

However said, we are still feeling connected from the brief exploit, some how or rather. So we have been keeping in touch via emails and phone calls. Sexually as well. I believe as a result, I am as happy as a clam. Sexually fulfilled as well.

Every alternate nights, we webcam for a good hour or so.

Just last night, we dialed up to see each other and this arrangement has been on since I returned from Langkawi. We are both happy with this thus far.

When I was logging on, I changed to a pair of lacy undies. This time black lacy pair. Then I rolled up a black pair of sexy lacy stocking up to my thighs and a garter belt, black. I put on my black 3 inch stilettos. My g-string was lacy black and my bra could easily see my protruding nipples and the shape of my areolas. I was all made up foxy sexy to surprise Shah.

When we were connected, I ensured I stood tall in front of the webcam so he could see me in full.

“Shanice” he exclaimed in calmness when he saw me all dressed up.

“Yes sweety?” I started to purr.

“You got to do this to me every other day you naughty girl,” he looked at me through the webcam but smiled.

“I’m horny,” I said innocently and stared back.

“Yes I should know that by now. I could never get enough of you. One of these days you will leave me with no choice but to fly down to see you, feel you and be, with you” he said.

“I’m waiting.”

“I bet you do. As always.”

I licked my lips and softly gazed at him through the camera and he gave me that heavenly sweet smile. I wish to be playing with his soft curls and touching those sweet brown eyes, smooth face and sharp nose. Yes, I still long for that strong body, biceps and not forgetting that very big dick. The ultimate asset Shah has.

“Shah…” I purred.

“Yes sweetheart?” he answered.

“Can you watch me again today? I badly need it,” I said in the most innocent little girl voice.

“What would you be doing today sweet love?” he asked me softly.

“Just watch? Please?” I begged like a spoilt kitten.

He gave me a very sweet smile and sat back on this chair. Obviously, he was in his room and I was in mine.

I walked towards my bed and gently lay on it like a cat. Shah was silently watching me. I looked at him and he smiled to encourage me on.

I positioned myself and had my crotch facing the webcam so he could have a good view of me. I lay my head on a comfortable pillow, and then I looked towards him.

Slowly, I rubbed my body all over. Firstly, I rubbed my neck, and then both my hands started to work downwards towards my breast with my bra on. I massaged my body bit by bit. I caressed my breasts, circling it in motion. Until it was good and hard with the nipples stiffening, I moved on. My one hand moved to my torso. I touched my stomach sensually and stroke it with soft pressure. I started to feel warm. So I got down to my navel. Gently brushed past my G-string. Then I rubbed my thighs, as it they were very succulent piece of meat waiting to be devoured. When I rubbed them, they were all warm and smooth despite half covered with black stockings.

Slowly, I stroked tenderly the inner of my thighs, feeling the lacy stocking I wore, then as I do so, I rub a little of my crotch despite still having my panties on. I closed my eyes to savor the moment. As I rubbed on, I stroked my outer thighs while my body started to move in rhythm to my movement. I started to glide like a snake as I caressed my whole body. My right hand reached my left breast and I groped. It was nice. So I continued. I could feel the arousal and the sensuality of touch. Eventually, my hand pushed my bra aside and pulls out my tender breasts. I went on to amuse my breast. While I was doing so, the other hand was rubbing my tummy sensually. As I do that, my right hand started to touch my nipples. Ohhhh. The first bite of pleasure. First I gently caress the tip. I started to feel great so I pursued on caressing. It is good. I was glad for the arousal that my left hand went on, to touched my crotch and started fondling them.

The touch aroused my clit through the flimsy cloth of my undies. It turned me on. I continued. Soon I gave out a slight moan as my finger worked the delicate clit. I continued to touch my breast and fondle them, then worked on my tits. The circling motion and gentle rubbing erected the nipples and I could feel they are starting to erect. Hard. I could feel the sensation. As I teased it, my arousal mounted. I was enjoying myself very much and let out more moans as my other hand reached to excite my crotch.

I started to crave for more. So I unhooked my bra and pulled my G aside, revealing a silky smooth crotch without a single strand of hair. I bet it was delicious looking because Shah eyes went bigger when I looked at him to catch his reaction.

My right finger went straight to my clit and my body countered to the sensation. I started to get aroused even more and my hips gyrated to the sensation. Oh. It was great. One hand on the nipple pushing on the arousal and the other working hard on the clit. This itself was heading me towards sexual frenzy. My stroke on the clit got hotter. I could feel the wetness soaking my pussy as the rubbing continues which made me yearn for more. Oh, give me all the pleasure. I started to moan more and the moaning started to become sensual.

Uhhh, ummmm, ohhhhh, uhhhhh, ohhhhh, " I moaned at every exhale.

Finally when my clit was all ready and throbbing with excitement, I decided to affirm my wetness by pushing my third finger into my pussy. Hmm, all wet and ready for the next pleasure. Shah was still watching me intently and I know he was watching every move without a blink. Obviously, I was arousing him well. He slowly took off this pants and undies, and had his dick in his hand.

I moaned, looked at him and said huskily, “Baby, I’m enjoying here, how are you doing?”

“Can any man ask for more? I'm loving every minute...What more have you got sweety?” he encouraged on, now with that sexy look in his eyes.

I continued my moaning in extreme sexuality.

“Oh oh oh,” I went on bit by bit with one finger now working diligently with my pussy and the other playing ferociously with the throbbing clit. The wanton is unpretentious at this point. My wetness is gushing my pussy, greasing the entire hole and leaving residue on my fingers as it stroked out. As I prolonged my strokes, my moist becomes thicker and the finger becomes soaked.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh, oh, oh” I moaned in cadence to my motion as my arousal built. I could feel my heart beating faster as I pushed on and my body is starting to tensed. I am at the top now and badly needed more. I shoved another finger into my hole. That gave me tremendous pleasure. It yield even more honey. The wetness erupted from just the pussy, thereon with my fingers all richly moist, I rubbed it all over my crotch.

Obvious to Shah’s arousal, I groaned louder with passion. As I opened my eyes to look at Shah, he was certainly yanking himself now. Slowly. I smiled to myself because I enjoy turning men on. Arousing someone like Shah is all together more enjoyable. In return to this, the sight of him getting himself all worked up crazed me.

As I was holding back my excitement and to avoid a quick orgasm, I stopped. I turned to look at Shah coyly and asked his permission, “Sweety, can I have the dildo in me?”

“Go on sweetheart,” he gently said while stroking his rod, obvious that he wants to see more of me in action. I could see his hard on, all big 9', gleaming with pride.

As I grabbed to reach out for my 10’ dildo, my other fingers dipped into my pussy and I licked my juice while watching him watching me enjoying the honey. I licked my fingers just as I yearned to lick his hard rod. Slowly I licked upwards then gradually working downwards with the tip of my tongue savaging the moist mucus envoloping my fingers. As I do so, I watched him.

Shah certainly looked hooked at my antics. I wanted to give him more.

I turned the dildo on to a light vibration mode and spread my legs wide, ensuring Shah has a complete view of everything. Slowly and gently I ensured my entire pussy was moistly covered with my sweet honey. I rubbed all around and groaned excitedly because I cannot wait for the 10’ to get inside of me. With the soaring arousal, I cannot wait any longer but yet I wanted Shah to enjoy it slowly.

I glided the dildo into my pussy, gently, as it filled me up, inch by inch as I groaned in pace with the descend. It was so sweet and good. I could feel the sensation up to my toes and I continued to extract wetness by multifold as compared earlier. My body intuitively gyrated to the pleasure as well. Every single state of my body was oozing with sex. I was at the top of my own world with the sensation still mounting to reach the peak. My wetness was overpowering and soon, it soaked the dildo from the very tip to the base.

As I lead it into my wanton wet cave, it finally reached the spot of rubbing my G-spot, I gave a loud cry. Ohhhh! Awesome beyond words. I wanted more. I drove the dildo in and out, in steady motion and the other hand started rubbing my clit vigorously with intense pressure and pleasure. I wanted it all now. Every stroke from the dildo massaged my G over and over, and the rubbing of the clit hearted my adrenalin, I poured with moist pleasure even more. I could not stop now. The black stockings and stilettos added on to my arousal as I know how viciously sexy I am to Shah now. As the dildo vibrate smoothly inside of me, I peeled off my G-string.

My strokes got stronger and I turned the vibration a higher pace to induce the sensation. My groans became erratic and my breath heavy.

“Shah oh,Shah, this is great. Oh, oh, ummmmmmm” I moaned in sync to my deep breathing.

“Go ahead sweety, harder now,” he whispered via the cam.

My hands worked hard but I could no longer contain myself. Every bit of my body tensed and I held on to the rock hard sensation while embracing the entire fervor. My wetness was shattering over and over until I wet my sheets. My heart was beating from the adrenalin and I spread my legs even wider with the garter belt still sexily on. I came. This time with multiple spasms overwhelming my pelvis.

Oh oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Shah, Ohhhhhhh,” I moaned loudly again and again though my hands were working as diligently. Until, my fury eluded, I cringed and slowed down. I went on to stimulate my pussy as my entire body quiver away from the orgasm, I stopped. I closed my wide open legs as I no longer could hold it. Slowly, I satisfyingly looked up at Shah. He came as well as I saw his flaccid 9’.

“Hmmmm, did you enjoy yourself Shah?” I asked bashfully and innocently.

“Sweety, does my brother look asleep all this while?” he answered with a glee.

“More of this and Ill be coming knocking on your door steps,” he indirectly complimented.

I gave him a virtual kiss and told him I missed him, physically and mentally. Of course, the feeling was mutual. I really ponder when would I get to see him again. I miss him very much. I miss every single bit of him. This could not go on forever. Eventually, I would need his body. That solid hard body with the God given 9' rod... Oh, it drives me wild thinking about it. Even as I am typing this. Eventually, I would need it...

Company Trip

The week seemed to be longer and longer these days with so much things going on in my life at the moment. While Cheng still calls me up every other day to ‘chat’, things never got any further than that. The so called friendship is no longer the same. That dinner incident was the epitome of it all. It just reminded me the degree a male bastard could be. Sometimes I wonder, how could a woman learn to trust a man. After all I have seen and been doing with men these recent few years? Yes, I have concluded, men are men no matter color, size or shape. When it comes to sex and pussy, it is the other head that does the thinking.

Given that, I have wondered if someone like me would end in a steady relationship. Or should I just adapt to loving women who are trust worthy, emotionally supportive and sensitive?

And now that I reminisced the sensation I had with a woman on one of the job, the tingling feel of excitement returns. Oh, thinking about it makes me horny. I have not been having any dicks ever since I returned, not until what I have to tell you. 6long months of dry spell.

Do I believe in playing with myself since I can’t possibly get the real thing? No. Not unless someone is watching. Not unless another being is effected with what I do. I would rather have my panties all soaked with my honey and stay moist. Not until I could savor it with someone.

It is like having to share your favorite food with someone. You don't want to always eat alone. Or rather, you just don't want to eat alone.

In fact staying horny all the time makes me ooze with sexuality is a good thing. It’s like a whiff of female species to lure the males. Oh, how animal like we humans are…

And yes, lately, my panties have been soaked. When will I ever have sex with someone? It beats me. More so in Malaysia and the fact that I have not the slightest energy to trawl the clubs for 1 night stands. My chances are next to zero.

While I am up to my neck trickling horny, I have indeed been occupied for awhile. My return from Langkawi on a 3 day company trip was a fresh breath of air. While it was a departmental trip with the bunch of office old ladies, something fun happened. This took up my entire weekend.

Arriving at the hotel was an awesome feeling despite having this bunch of bore. After all, who are they kidding when it is all free and easy from here onwards? I have done my homework and happily booked myself for dives in Pulau Payar.

A van picked me from the hotel at 8am. I gleefully boarded and headed towards the Kuah Jetty and onto a speedboat towards the Marine Park. There was a couple from Japan and another from Europe (they were talking in Spanish). So obviously I was the odd one out. This also means, some dive master would have to buddy me for the dive.

We were greeted at Pulau Payar platform by a nice looking Malay guy. He introduced himself has Shah. The platform itself were an impressive number of people, from locals to tourists from all over the world. There are startling number of floating heads snorkeling surrounding the platform. At a point, I doubt if anyone could see anything besides, legs, arms, hands, bodies while they snorkel. I was amazed with the sheer number of people who would be interested in Pulau Payar.

Shah briefed us on our 2 dive sites and the fact that he is my buddy was an elation. A handsome guy for my partner! Yes. Shah is not all tan up like most beach boys whose been burnt to dark chocolate brown. In fact, he is considered fair for a dive master. What particularly attractive about him was his features. He has deep set of eyes, sharp nose and a very sweet set of lips. His boyish strikes came from his soft wavy hair that seemed to curl from perfect right angles and ends. To add on, he carries a good 5’10 of good physique (then again, which avid dive master doesn’t). Trust me, I would be surprise if no agency has called him up for a modeling stint.

The 6 of us got into the speedboat and suited up. Obviously lacking of nooky(ies) (yes, it should be in plural), my sex siren was all on with one good looking hunk next to me.

I asked Shah if we really needed to suit up in the wet suit since the sea is warm which, he gently replied in perfect English, “Oh, not if you are comfortable with what you are wearing. Then again, no T-shirts please.”

I smiled and nodded, then tore my shirt off sensually, knowingly well he was watching at the corner of his eyes.

“I can see that you have been diving quite a bit everywhere around,” he said as he was reviewing my log book while I was enjoying the wind lapping against my cheeks.

“Yeah, whenever I get the chance to travel near the sea, it is my calling to dive,” I smiled.

“Nice,” he added and gave a broad grin.

“By the way, are you not worried of getting a tan without the wet suit?” he asked concerned.

“I need the sun to be honest. My color is fading and I look every bit like a city hill billy. Plus, lesser is better...” I teased.

“Lesser is better…” he tailed after me, smiled and shook his head. He has a sweet smile. Still smiling, he got up to speak to the boat man and his assistant. They double checked the gauges, got the BCDs, tanks and everything else ready for us.

We did our first dive in Pulau Kaca after we were given specific instruction about the site. I dipped without the wet suit, obviously. Of course under the depth, he was looking out for me all the time. On and off, he pointed to the beautiful unique corals and even fishes. And at every 10 minutes, he checked on me. How sweet. For a moment, I remembered he held my hands, for whatever the reason was. At 30 feet under, it was all very surreal.

We ascended after a good 40 minutes and headed back to the platform for a buffet lunch. As usual, compressed air suppressed my appetite so I merely munched on fruits and a chicken drumstick.

“On diet?” Shah asked.

“Unfortunately not,” I replied with a smile.

“Would that be enough for a diver?”

“Compressed air makes me full, sweety. I can live with much of good thing, like oxygen!” I joked.

“Anyway, you don’t need any diet. You are perfect already,” he complimented. I blushed under my tan and obviously very flattered. For someone who dives every other day and has seen numerous ladies in bikini, the compliment was something.

“So, is that a tease? Or actually a compliment?” I asked unshamely.

“Both,” he winked and walked away. Oh, I was so flattered. As he walked, I admired his back, it was just so perfectly build with the right muscles and tan at the right places. Lean. I now wonder how he look naked. God, must be magnificent. I will have to admit, if the teasing and flirting continues I will have a big crush on Shah.

We did our second dive in the afternoon, all the while trying hard to act cool. But most often than not, my eyes were on him. Admiring every inch of Shah whenever I could. Hm, good biceps too! I secretly acknowledged, he would probably give Nadal a run for his money. Silly I may sound but I was trying very hard to concentrate on my dive than him. This time around I was very sure Shah held my hands when the rest of the divers were in front of us. I can not describe the feeling of being held while diving. He was literally showing me around his "backyard", pointing every now and then on the corals and fishes. I was gleefully happy and I could not rub that huge smile on my face at any cost. What more when you think you have ‘some’ crush on this good looking by then.

When we got back to the platform, he asked for my number and politely requested if there was a chance we could meet for dinner, if I had nothing on. I have shared about my trip to Langkawi, what a more bore the trip was in the company of old ladies and the reason I got to Pulau Payar. He certainly seize the opportunity to invite me out.

We arranged that he would come by at 7pm to pick me from the hotel.

And yes, Shah came by in a cute Mr. Bean mini. It was all very sweet! He drove me to a little quiet shack with good Malay cooking. The place is small and simple, at the top a hill with candles lighting up the tables. During dinner, I learnt a great deal about Shah.

He was born and bred in Langkawi until his teenage years. Then he was raised in the U.S to further his studies since his parents moved over (apparently, his mum was sent to complete her PhD there, hence, the family went along). And like me, he graduated last summer. He did Bioengineering. At this moment, he is taking a long break though, he has not decided if he should start working with the private sector or take a year or two off to just enjoy his passion – diving. Or alternatively, pursue on a Masters in Bioengineering. From these conversations, I find Shah utterly different from general Malay guys I know. He is very open, speaks polished English, charming in a boyish way and seemed to know a lot of everything. And he enticed me more when good 'conversations.’ So much so that I am impressed.

“So, do you wish to join the gang of divers for a good drinking and dancing time or would you rather have a quiet evening chatting?” he asked after settling the bill.

“Hmmm, dancing? Are you a good dancer first?” I started my teasing.

“Well, it is for me to know and for you to find out, that is, if you are interested,” he sheepishly smiled.

“I would love to dance, with you that is and, only if I find you good,” I smirked.

“Then, I’m all yours,” he teased further. Oh!

When we arrived at the manmade club that looks like Beach Club in Jalan P. Ramlee, I could see many Caucasians going their jig. Everyone was somehow burnt, the Mat Sallehs with red sun burns and locals in toasted brown mode. I felt rather at home. Shah seemed to know almost everyone considered “regulars” there. They greeted him with warm welcome and greeted me more with open arms.

“Would you like a cock or mocktail?” Shah whispered in my ears since the booming of the music was beyond audible.

“Cock sounds good but it has to be yours,” I cheekily answered and daringly looked into his eyes. I just had this urge to tease him.

For awhile, I could see him blushed then gave his sweet smile. I had him at hello for a second and he looked away trying hard to focus. 5 seconds later, he whispered in my ears, “If that is what you want, it would be my pleasure.” My legs almost gave way.

“Can you please get me Sex on the Beach?” I purred into his ears.

"The pleasure is mine to give you any sex on any beach sweetheart," he teased on. He walked stealthly to bar to get my drink.

When he returned with my drink, he pursued, "Sure that is all what you really want? On the beach only?"

I dared me on with the tease and said, "If the beach is good, I'm all for anywhere else sweety," as I sexily winked at him.

"It sounnds like a good offer I can't refuse," he came nearer to me and took my hands.

We danced closely. I could not help it but to be very close. I wanted badly to be close to this hunk all night! This body, this guy.

I was leaking with sensuality. As we danced to the music, very slowly, he pulled me closer. Closer and closer we swayed. When I was close enough to even taste his breath, I looked him into the eyes. And he daringly looked back. I turned soft. But I did not want to give up so I kept the gaze on. It was like forever, until, I felt his hands griping to my waist. Those strong hands. I knew I wanted it somewhere else later if I could. Sigh…

Then as we locked our gaze, his body touched mine. We continued dancing and I was swaying with all my virility. My sexiness was seeping by the inches as I moved. Gradually, his body was rubbing against mine. We went on for awhile body to body, and my face was just so close that I wanted to kiss him, badly. I could feel his warmth enveloping me. And I felt secure and safe against this great body.

As we danced, he hugged me tightly. I reciprocated. We both understood what we wanted. We were there rocking for a moment. And it all seemed so natural when he looked at me again and pull my face closer to his. He bends and kissed me with a longing that was stashed away for a long time.

From what seemed like an eternal kiss, he whispered, “Let’s go somewhere quiet shall we?”

I could only nod. I was elated yet flooding with pleasure.

As he drove, we were in the car hand in hand. I could feel the tenderness of the affair. I wanted it more and not to end. It is those ear-to-ear-smiling feelings. I want to be shy yet sexy. Especially with this good looking guy. Everything has got to be perfect.

He brought me to a quiet jetty, held my hand and slowly pulled me along the rickety planks of the manmade jetty. Everything was hushed. I could only hear the waves gently lapping the shore and the sound of faint crickets. As we quietly scrolled towards the far end, the sound of breeze is audible. The tie was high. Occasionally we skipped over ropes which secured the boats to the jetty. Everything at that moment was tranquil with a lovely full moon shining upon us. Lovely. Perfect.

As we reached the end of the jetty, he sat with legs hung loosely from the dock. I pursued. We were silence as if trying to read each other, all this while holding tightly as if not, either one will be running away. He then put his hands over my shoulders and I rested my head on his. It is such a good feeling.

In fact, I have not felt this way for a long time. All this 1-2 years of escorting does not give me such sentiment. In fact, I have shut all I have to keep away from hurt.

“Hm, this is just a lovely place,” I mumbled.

“Yes, I come here everytime I want to be with myself. Also, it gives you the sense there is nothing here to stop you from dreaming and believing. Kind of a therapy if you are at loss,” he explained.

“Yes, I feel the same here too. Must be your favorite place then huh?”

“Yes, and a secret favorite place, but not anymore secret now that I brought you here” he smiled.

As he said that, he moved his left hand from my shoulder and started to caress my thigh.

“That is nice,” I encouraged.

He turned to look at me and we started kissing. Slowly. Very, very slowly. Alarmed that I was shy, I merely nibbled. But after seconds of slow kissing and warming up, I passionately kissed him. I went on, tongue to tongue. The kiss became hotter as we galvanized the desire for each other. I could feel the urge fro mhim too. He tasted sweet. I pushed for more. As we went on kissing for what seemed eternity, his hands started to roamed. One hand was stroking the arch of my back and the other searching for my breast.

I was enjoying every minute. My hands started to wander as well. I stroked his thighs. Little by little as we kissed, my strokes became harder and I was inclined to proceed upwards towards the bulge. When I knew I had the chance, I was in suprisingly in doubt if I should.

His hands found my breast. He softly caress them. I wanted more. It all seemed so sweet and good. I stroked his thigh harder then while we were tonguing. Little by little of caress, his strokes starts to fondle, I am enjoyed the touch. And my horniness is beginning to show. I want more. I came even nearer to him to he could have more of my breasts. It was a sign because he proceed to massage them beautifully still unwilling to greet my tits. It probed me to want more.

With all the pend up horniness and this, I was pretty much game for a good sex at this point. All for tonight, yes. I guessed he felt my hesistant, so he pushed my hands towards his bulge which then, I gently massage and felt the good swell. Oh.

He began kissing my neck, bit by bit. And his hands started to move under my sun dress, caressing my breast with my bikini top on.

I sighed and continued feeling his growing member. It is good and from the touch of it, it is certainly a good size for a good fuck. This thought got me excited.

Within seconds thinking of the size and while he was still necking me, he loosens my bikini top and slowly kissed me from neck downwards. Very slowly, he kissed my shoulder, then went lower to my chest, gently, tenderly lower towards my right breast. I let a small moan to encourage him because I was turned on. As he kissed and licked me, I felt my wetness. Little by little we went on and finally, his lips touched my nipples.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” I groaned. He pursued on with a firm nibble. I felt great. I pushed his head nearer to my chest. He started to lick my nipples. My hands stroked his head of soft curls while pushed a little to encouraged him on. I could just let everything go by now. It was heaven. While he worked on my nipples, the other hand started to fondle by gently kneading my left breast. As my breast for accustomed to his warm firm hand, he fingers gently rubbed against my nipples. That brought a tingling sensation. I purred softly.

“Oh, Shah…” I muttered softly as he went on, almost cat like purring. He quietly continued his exercise. By now, I know I have let out quite a bit of wetness onto my G-string bikini panty. I have this longing to pull it off and let what ever that comes to enjoy my lubrication.

I pushed Shah back, and unzipped his shorts. This dick sprang out and it was a good 9’ and very thick. For an Asian, it must admit he was very well endowed. To add to my pleasure, he is circumcised.

I could no longer wait. I want his dick as soon as I could get. As I stroked this heavenly piece, I felt the sheer hardness and veins wrapping around it. God, this is awesome. I became hungry and I unashamedly gnawed over it.

Firstly, I had my entire mouth just into his dick head and I gently moved in and out creating friction. I heard his exhale. I continued with this stroke with my mouth until I could feel the heat. The head grew even bigger in my mouth. This added on to my saliva because I enjoyed the motion of going in and out.

“Hmmmm,” I purred with enjoyment as I gorged over his dick. This time I pushed the entire length of his dick deep into my mouth. This dick was so big that I could only cover ¾ of it in my mouth. Ohhh, I was salivating ever more at this point. The size turned me on even more.

Now, I did my in and out motion, from the tip of the dick to the very end my mouth could reach. Slowly but gently, in and out. In and out my mouth went.

“Ohhh,” Shah groaned softly. I still went in and out. Finally, when my mouth was bored, my tongue started to encircle the dick head and slurped it upwards and downwards. I rub my tongue on to the dick head as if cleaning it to gleam under the moonlight.

“Ohhh,” Shah groaned louder this time. It must be good. Now that he is hard enough, I went even lower and got to his balls. I licked them like 2 delicious lollies, while my right hand yanked his dick gently with passion upwards and downwards. Shah moaned even more. I am glad he is enjoying because I wanted his dick badly. I could not recall the last I had with such a good size.

Tenderly, he pulled me up and now his hands groped under my dress to my pussy. Oh, wait till he feels my wetness, I think I would drive him mad. I laughed to myself. His fingers played around the outside of my bikini so I whispered to him, “Please touch it nowww. Please.”

With my encouragement, he fingers immediately got into my panties and started to search for my pussy hole. As he was groping, I enjoyed the sensation of fingers working around my moist sensitive areas. I felt very good. Oh. He purposely groped longer, teasing me. At what seemed eternity of groping and teasing, I pushed my crotch forward. Finally, without much alert, he slipped a finger into my cave and I gave a moan to confirm he got it right. It was bliss. Then he deliberately, moved his finger back and forth to give me more pleasure. I know I gave more juice. He certainly enjoyed the wetness. As he enter his fingers and work hard to add my pleasure, he kissed me again, tonguing me more. I was feverish with sexual sensation all over now. Then, cheekily, his other finger reached for my clit and started caressing it tenderly. First, circling it around and around. I wriggled then I open my legs wider so he could give me more. The circling was not enough after a minute. I want his finger to rub on it.

"I want more pleaseeee," I begged.

He smiled and stupidly teased, "Like how sweetheart?"

"Pleaseeee, don't make me beg for more," I flushed with sexual hunger and my voice started to sound hoarse. He tenderly touched my clit and start rubbing the clit softly.

“Ohhhhhhh Shah!” I exclaimed with pleasure. My wetness is just deluging over his fingers. His fingers just worked diligently to create that fervor over and over, building my sensation higher and higher. Then he focused on just my clit. Softly rubbing right on in over and over and over. It begin to throbbed. I could feel it has swelled to the maximum it could. And definitely, it is big enough get out of the clithood.

“Take off my bottom please,” I begged. He obeyed. I wanted him badly by now. So I got up and gently squat facing him while we was still sitting on the jetty. As I lowered myself down onto him, he guided my hips towards his exposed dick. When my tits reached to his face, he sucked my nipples with pressure, while the other breast was kept busy with his other fingers. They were pinching and squeezing the nipples to create more pleasure. I went wild and did not hesistate, just pushed my pussy into his dick from there, as much and as fast as I could.

Since I was utterly wet beyond description, it slipped without much effort but I could feel his entire dick fully filling me up.

“Uhhhhh,” I exhaled and moaned. His lips where still on my nipples. I started to rock gently. I moved upwards and downwards, all this while my juice lubricating his hardness. As I pumped, my wetness continued flowing because the friction was just awesomely right. At every thrust deep into me, I could feel his head massaging my G-Spot. So, at every stroke it touched, my arousal heighten a notch. I let out a small horny cry. I could feel his breathing getting harder too. We rocked slowly but every stroke was firm and acute to reach my G-spot. How I love this. I want to come and I want it over and over.

I was all his now. Do as he please with me because I was overwhelmed with sexual pleasure at this point.

Gradually, our pumping become harder and faster. Now he has stopped nibbling my breasts and concentrating on my hip work on him. Up and down, up and down I moved, occasionally, stop to gyrate his dick inside of me against my wall. Heaven. I could smell my wetness now. It is already soaking his balls. My juice just persisted on lubricating the movement so it continued to be smooth but yet, sufficient friction to stimulate to movement.

He then pulled me up despite the heat we were holding. I stood up and he got on his feet. I bent down, my hands holding on to the jetty’s short wooden pillar as a support. I made sure I bent well so he enjoyed a perfect sight of my firm round ass with my dress hitch up to my waist. He entered my pussy from behind. Slowly yet firmedly, he massaged his dick head against the entrance of my pussy, teasing me. I went berserk. I tried pushing my pussy towards his dick but he let go. Teasing me. Again, he rubbed his head against the surface of my wet clean shaven pussy. I wanted more but he refused to dive in. This is making be even hornier. Again, he teased with the rubbing up and down, as if using his head to wet my moist all over my crouch. Oh.

Then without caution, he droved right into the hole right to the very end. Everything of him filled me up entirely and there were no sight of his dick. It hit the G-spot the moment he reached the end.

“Ohhhh ohhhhh ohhhhh,” I moaned. This position is equally great. He started pumping me hard and I could feel my breast wiggled wildly. He thrust in and out over and over, from the tip of his head to the end of his dick, diving deep into me. Every motion was equally deep. Then he pulled his tip and dive deep again. So deep that again and again, it massaged my G-spot. I wanted to scream with pleasure at this point but I grinded my teeth and enjoy the sexual sensation of a big dick. I want all this pleasure and I do not want this to stop. He dove in deep again, then went out to the very tip, then dive deep again, hard. All done firmly. He pushed on for a good 3 minutes without stop and every bit of my body is heating up from this sensation of a 9' inch dick.

I felt I was about to reached the peak of orgasm. Shah now, got hold of my anus, and very gently massaged the tip.

I went berserk like a female animal on heat and within 5 strokes, I came. I just shuddered with my orgasm for a good 10 seconds while my juice spilling over and over in rhythm to my quiver. He did not stop but continued pumping me really hard while having a time working on spasm pussy. I went crazy and I moaned loudly. I wanted some more of such pleasure.

“Keep it down sweetheart,” he hastily but sweetly said.

While my orgasm was not entirely over, I pursued to move in rhythm with his hard strokes. I would hear the slapping sound of his hips again my butt. Hard. Rocking hard in and out, in and out. Everytime his dick is pulled out, the sight of my white mucus is seen spread all over his huge red rod. The rocking became very hard as the slapping sound was loud for anyone nearby to notice. Slap, slap, slap. My breasts were swaying to the rhythm too. My whole body shakes as he hits hard into me. Oh, great. In and out, in and out, while with his throbbing dick head, he gave a final hard thrust and let out a small groan. He came and spurted his come deep into me. I could feel his juice filling me up. Ohhhh, the feeling of his juice mixing with mine made me wild too. Still, he refused to relent to his come, he rocked on for a good 10second until he started to limb. He kissed my back and steadily, the rocking diminished.

Finally he stopped. Turned me around and slowly zipped his pants. He give me a peck, then we hugged a 5 long minutes, savoring our warmth of our passionate moment just awhile ago and the silence with the beating of our heart. I could feel the beat of his heart and I am sure he could feel mine. As he turned to look at my face he said, “Shanice that was great.”

We kissed again on the lips then cheek. And hugged me again like two long loss lovers.

For once in my life, I felt honestly appreciated for a mutual sexual reason. And, yes, who would not want to seize the opportunity to be fucked by a 9’ dick?

So afterall, my trip to Langkawi was not that all boring, and yes, finally, after 6 long months of sexual drought, someone sweet and hunky satisfied that longing. It was awesome beyond words of course and I was glowly when I returned home to type this for your reading pleasure.