The story of my friend - Part 9

When I woke up the next morning, I went to work as usual, but thinking of the hard spanking I had witnessed the previous night left me feeling strangely uncomfortable. I felt repulsed by the cruel treatment and the way she bawled due to the pain, and want to cuddle her and comfort her. For her boyfriend, only contempt and anger. How could he have defiled such a beautiful thing so thoughtlessly?

I had to go to work as usual, but could not seem to get anything done. I took the afternoon off and roamed around, still thinking of what I had seen last night. I had to call her up and find out how she was, but I did not want to let her know that I had seen everything. I did not want to let her know I had followed them home, climbed a pole and peeped into the bedroom window at them having sex, and witnessed her humiliation and punishment. I did not want to shame her further by letting her know that her disgrace had been seen. I did not want to let her know either that I was a peeping tom. Yet I had to see if she was ok.

She sounded fine over the phone, perhaps a bit subdued, but I could have been over-sensitive. Asking if I could meet her after work, she said that she was at home, not feeling well today and did not go to work. I wanted to go over at once, and explained that I was tired from being overworked and so I took the afternoon off. Thus I soon arrived at her apartment. She looked fine, dressed in mini tee and shorts, her usual style at home. She always looked so homely, the kind of girl you would want to bring home to show your mum, and you know that they will get on fine. Of course she can look quite different in her working clothes, a confident and mature woman who can show her sensual side and sweep you off your feet. In her home clothes she looked just like a girl next door. A girl with a very fabulous ass, I reminded myself when she invited me in and turned around to close the door behind me.

She was surprised when I placed my hands on her shoulders and asked her how she was. She had not expected that concern coming from me, it was obvious from her eyes. Fine, just needed a rest, she said. She detached herself from me and went to pour me a glass of water. Returning, she handed me the water but would not sit down on the sofa. Why did I come back, did I want to take back my briefs from her, she asked with a grin. I had exchanged it for her white thong unwittingly 2 weeks ago after she made me remove it and walk around the shopping centre with my pants unzipped, my dick sticking out. Till today we have not yet returned the underwear to each other, and I would much rather hold on to the pair of thongs she had worn. Too bad her juice was gone by now, having been washed already. She seemed to have worn it the whole day already, and for hygiene reasons I washed it.

Not for the briefs, I told her. I placed a hand over her butt and told her I missed her even as she twisted away and avoided my caress. She said that her boyfriend was back already. Did she mean to say that I was only a distraction while she was bored, until her boyfriend came back? I did not risk straining our relationship by saying that. Did he treat you well, I asked her. He's fine, she lied. She seemed a bit slow to reply, or was I over-sensitive again? I already knew what was going on, so it was only a matter of asking until she gave the answer I wanted, probably needing to go in circles a little to sound her out and open her up. We bantered for a while, I teased her about how he must have given her such a workout last night that she was too tired to work today, and she teased me for wanking off with her thong so much that I am not able to work. I would rather wank off with her butt than with her thong, I told her. She blushed. This time she did not pull away when I reached for her behind again. I stroked it lovingly through her shorts, then slid my fingers in from the bottom, teased the bottom of her butt cheeks and caused her to squirm away. She did not protest when I went in again and pulled her shorts down.

She was in another white thong and I asked if she often wear thongs at home. It can be more comfortable sometimes, and she like the naked feeling on her butt, she said. Half her panties are thongs or strings. She would sometimes change to a panty just before sleeping as the thong gives her a sensual feeling and she wants to sleep in peace. I slapped her ass lightly and she jumped. Feigning surprise, I asked if I had hurt her. She was now quite anxious not to let me see her butt, but I insisted. Bruises. What happened? You could not have fell down and bruised both sides of your butt at the same time, I said, did he do this to you?

She sheepishly said that both of them got carried away last night and he spanked her too hard. She told me how he would sometimes spank her, and it turns both of them on, but last night both of them were too drunk and he spanked too hard. If she had been less drunk she would have stopped him, she said. How could he have been so rough, I asked. She shrugged. You like to be spanked? She nodded shyly. That is why she shaved her pubic hair she told me. She knew I had seen her bare pussy when she took off her thong and made me put it on that night. He liked her pussy to be bare when he spanks her, as bare as a little girl, but with her clitoris full-grown and erect. She blushed again at the details she was telling me. She told me how he used to just pinch her butt cheeks because he liked their roundness, and she found that she did not mind the pain, in fact it can be a turn on. Then he started slapping her to erect himself so that he can continue fucking her even when he has just finished and was exhausted. That night he could not erect due to drinking too much, and spanked her to achieve erection. Neither of them expected to leave bruises on her buttocks.

Her story was finished, and by now I was envious of her boyfriend. He alone has access to this fantastically round and firm butt, and was allowed to slap her silly, and to screw her with her butt cheeks bouncing. Not knowing what to say, I placed a hand on her butt and stroked it lovingly, but she said ouch when I rubbed on a bruise. I bent forward and kissed it, telling her that I will kiss the bruise away. She giggled at my ridiculous words, and at my dribbling. I salivated over her bruised and kissed them tenderly. Before long her finger was between her legs rubbing at the crotch of her thong. I had to set my brother free eventually, dropping my pants to my knees and letting my dick stand up while I continued kissing. As an after-thought I stripped off my shirt as well.

We made our way to the cushion and she bent over doggy style, her firm and voluptuous ass sticking up, still as round despite the posture. Her fingers moved vigorously between her legs, the crotch of her undies moving with it, allowing me to catch glimpes of her pussy lips. Before long she started sticking her fingers into it while rubbing back and forth over her lips. She started moaning and I could see the white material getting damp. I offered to help her and we removed her thong. This is the first time I am licking a shaved pussy, and I was fascinated to see the details so clearly. Her pubic hair was entirely shaved off, but now a stubble was growing back and had a rough rasping feel on my tongue. Her clitoris was already erected and her lips had opened, with her juices starting to ooze out. I worked on them, tasting her juice and scent. I may not have had a huge number of sex partners, but all of them were a bit different, perhaps every woman has her own taste and smell that is different from other women. My tongue tickled her clitoris, licked her inner lips and dug its way into her, then circled her lips again. Her flow of juice told me she was enjoying this. My tongue was starting to get tired, so I changed to another tactic, spelling out her name with my tongue, writing each letter on her clitoris. I told her about it and spelled out the letter I was going to draw, and the anticipation and sensation drove her wild. Her moaning was probably loud enough for her neighbours to hear, but she was probably out of control by then, in serious need to climax and beyond caring already. She came after I was a bit more than halfway through her name and I drank in her juices as they gushed out in spurts, my hands closed on her injured buttocks to increase her sensation.

After she subsided, she told me how delighted she was to finally be licked off, since her boyfriend would only demand oral sex from her and would not give it to her in return. So how about you do it for me in return, I asked. She was eager to return the favour and swallowed me, her head bobbing up and down, sucking earnestly but without much skill. I told her how I liked it and she proved a fast learner. Even while I was enjoying myself, I realised that this could be a problem if she used her new skills on her boyfriend, who will be surprised and would like to know how she had acquired new skills, and if she had been practicing on somebody else. We can deal with that later, I made it a point to tell her about it after we finished. When I neared ejaculation, I stopped her and told her that I had come because of concern for her, not to get a blow job. Wiping saliva from her lips, she said that she was enjoying herself on my hard dick, which was also easier to work with since I was less thick and longer than her boyfriend. Ok, that did not come down so well, but her innocence and naivety was appealing. She took me into her mouth again, pausing to remove stray strands of hair from her mouth, and continued using her tongue, pressure, her head movement and fingers together on pleasuring me.

When I could feel the pressure building up and starting to cum, I pulled out from her mouth and turned her over her cushion again, standing behind her and spraying my load onto her butt cheeks. She squealed when she felt my hot cum land on her buttocks and turned her head to look at me, as far as she could do so without moving her ass. When I have finished, I squatted down and rubbed my semen over the bruises on her butt cheeks. She asked me what I was doing making such a mess, I told her that the protein is good for her health and might help her recover faster. She was skeptical so I told her stories of how some girls claimed that seminal fluid improves facial complexion and smoothens the skin on their hands, so perhaps it would her with bruises too. She remained skeptical but I told her to keep it on until it has dried off.

I took the last opportunity to grope her ass and feel out its roundness, getting her to stand up and weighing her butt flesh in my hands. I held her close against my body again and pressed my dick, now limp, against her crack, letting it be swallowed into her rear cleavage. I hugged her from behind and felt her hands moved onto mine, and she turned around to hug me, snuggling into my arms as though she were a lover. Our relationship has moved beyond mere lust, and there is a certain amount of caring as well now. What do we do now?

The story of my friend - Part 8

It has been 2 weeks since she has had her birthday present from me, and I'm getting very horny by now. I still have her white thong, but had not done anything with it yet.

I missed our gathering last week, and now that her boyfriend's back, I can't even ask her out. Work commitments are piling up and I'm experiencing a lack of desire for the first time in my life. Too tired to stir my brother even when I see a pretty girl, it was getting worrying and I'm starting to read up on erectile dysfunction. It is probably due to not sleeping enough, and I will probably recover when I have finished what I'm busy with right now, but I want to get some reassurance that my tool has not gone rusty. I'm usually not without offers when I go pubbing, but I just cannot be bothered right now, not even with that slutty-looking woman whom I've just turned away. So I decided to call it a night after having drunk enough to ensure I can get to sleep tonight, and headed for home.

Unexpectedly, I saw them coming out from another pub down the road - that girl with the dream butt and her asshole boyfriend - climb into a taxi. Not driving today? He must have planned to drink quite a lot today. I hailed another cab and followed them to his house which was left to him by his parents when they emigrated. A very nice place to show off to girlfriends, and a lot of privacy for them to suck up to him, probably. I cannot see much after they have staggered upstairs, so I looked around for a higher place to look. All surrounding buildings are two storey houses and the trees are not close enough, so I had to climb into his garden and up a pipe. It was a bit dangerous to be doing this considering my drunken state, but now that I finally see her again, I would not just go home without seeing her undressed again. Will they be making love? The thought of that bastard touching her made my blood boil. If I had been less drunk I would have asked myself why I had gotten so possessive over someone else's girlfriend.

After a few missteps, I finally climbed to the roof and saw her lying on a bed. This window is not far from the road so I am quite visible, I maneuvered to another window to the same bedroom that is facing the back with only trees, no prying eyes. He walked into the room with 2 glasses of water and she woke up to sip it. It was not long before they started kissing and caressing. His hand followed her leg up her skirt and was busy massaging her buttock while she pulled his shirt off but stopped him when he tugged at her top. Sighing, he went to draw the curtain at the window facing the road for privacy, and returned to her. It was fortunate that he did not bother to draw the curtains at my window, since there wouldn't be anybody to see from here. She stripped off her skirt and I was not surprised to see that her ass was mostly bare, except that the red g-string looked familiar, it was probably the one I had bought for her. They stripped off her top and his pants quickly and she was not wearing a bra underneath. Now that was surprising, since she always wears a bra when with us. Perhaps she goes commando when with just him. He rubbed her ass as she squirmed, and did not seem to be rubbing it very gently.

She tugged at his dick but he would not let her pull down his briefs, instead turned her over and slapped her ass hard. Even from outside the window I could hear the sound of his hand striking her flesh. She protested that it was painful but he struck again, and again, leaving his red handprints on her butt cheek while she struggled to get away and pleaded for him to stop. She seem to be offering to suck him but he was more interested in spanking her. He was still limp when she took him out of his underwear to suck him, and after a while lost interest and turned away, pulling his dick out of her mouth, still limp. I did not know how good her oral skills were, having been sucked by her only once, but I did not see how he could be so disinterested. She looked visibly distressed when he went to put on some loud music. Coming back to her, he gave a command and she reluctantly raised her butt till she was no longer lying on the bed but was standing beside it, bent over and gripping the bed cover. From my window I am looking at her side view, and can see both her ass and her facial expression. She dreads what is coming to her.

He stood on her other side and I had to hide myself in one corner so that he will not see me. Holding her butt firmly tucked between his hip and his arm, he stroked her butt cheek and slapped it hard, getting a cry of pain from her. Even with the music in the background I could hear her cry, though not what he said. He slapped it a few more times, landing a blow on each cheek in turn while she cried out and started sobbing. He was a muscular man, works out in the gym and his hands were the meaty and hard type. That must have hurt. He let her rest for a while and tugged at her g-string with his free hand, pulling it upwards so that the crotch of the string is digging into her pussy and ass. She squirmed some more and he spanked again. She was unprepared and her hands lost their grip on the bed, she sank down and had to push herself up again despite the pain. He continued to strike only her right butt cheek this time, and it must have hurt a lot more than when he alternated. She was crying freely in a while, the music drowning out most of the noise, and nobody would be able to hear anything outside of the house compound. I winced at the treatment. What a cruel thing to do.

He eventually dropped her and waved his hand to disperse the pain. If he feels the pain what about her? She dropped to her knee and I could see that her right cheek was very red and had palm prints all over. Crossing to the other side, he started spanking the left cheek. Her body jerked with each blow but she made no move to stop him, instead stared straight ahead and screamed her lungs out, tears flowing down her cheeks, ruining her makeup. I shook my head, but continued to watch. When I shifted my legs to avoid the cramp, I found that my dick has awakened while I was watching the spanking, to my surprise. Something about his abuse and her pain made me forget my own worries and it has erected. Keeping my eye on them, I unzipped my pants and took it out to hold in my hands. The spanking ended before long and he dropped his briefs, his dick finally erected. Has he got a problem getting it up without hurting her? Was that why he lost interest when she sucked him and needed to spank her? How did she get stuck with him? He was not particularly big, around my size, and already he had difficulty getting it up by himself. What a loser.

He pulled down her g-string to mid-thigh level and plunged his dick into her, without a condom. She cried out when his body bumped into her sore butt and when he closed his beefy hands on her butt cheeks, grabbing the red and tender flesh. She squirmed and made a lot of noise at the pain, but that seemed only to turn him on even more. He screwed harder and faster, squeezing those round cheeks and spanking them again. He did not last very long, fortunately for her, and soon discharged his load deep inside her. The sight of him in ecstacy while she sobbed made me sick. He pulled himself out and left her crying sprawled against his bed while he went to get tissue to clean himself up. After a while he came back and his fingers went to her pussy. From where I am, I could not see much, but he must have parted her lips, because I could see his white cum coming out of her, flowing down her thigh. He kissed her tender cheeks and slapped them again, causing her to cry out again.

She eventually recovered enough to suck his dick and this time managed to get it hard. Then they went for round 2 and he continued to pump her pussy with his rod, her cheeks still red and hurting. Halfway through he pulled out and said something to her. She collapsed on the bed and turned to look at him as he walked towards his desk. He came back with clothes pegs that he took from a drawer and she protested, covering her breasts with her hands and tried to get away. In her weakened state she fell from the bed and landed on her ass with a cry and much rubbing of her buttocks. This left her nipple exposed and he quickly clipped it with a clothes peg. She squealed even louder than before and tried to remove it but he held her hands and would not let her remove it. His dick had been only half-erected when he pulled out and walked away from her, it stiffened now as she fought him to take away the cruel peg. He managed to plunge into her pussy again and her protests weakened as he fucked her. After a couple of minutes of plain, uninspired in-and-out motion, he added another peg to her other nipple and her squeals returned to strength. Before long she stopped abruptly and her body trembled and she came, and he stopped to share in it. When it was all over he pulled out again and turned her over, now putting his dick between her butt cheeks and pushed in. He went in smoothly, so they must have been doing this anal stuff for some time. Not surprising, I had long since suspected that with a butt as fantastic as hers he would want to do it the anal way. He came inside her again and pulled out, the 2 of them laid back on the bed and rested for a while before taking a shower.

I couldn't take it anymore. It was too shocking and I needed to get away from it. I straddled the pipe and was already halfway down before I felt my dick pressing against it. I had forgotten to put it back into my pants and was trying to climb down the pipe with it still sticking out! I had no choice and tried as best as I could to slide down with minimal friction to my confused brother, who did not know whether to be erected or repulsed by their play. I remembered to zip up before walking out to hail a cab, and went home to sleep another unsatisfied night.

The story of my friend - Part 7

Having agreed to obey her for a day as her birthday present, I have to figure out a way to do as required. With a penis that is stiff as a rod after her teasing, one way to soften enough to pee is obviously to jack off and ejaculate, but I did not want to do that at the staircase of a shopping mall. Surely there are better places to do that, such as at her place. She had enjoyed having my dick between her ample butt cheeks, so I'm hoping that all these teasing will lead to more action for me later.

I asked her if she was mad to be peeing here, she replied that she had always wanted to do so, but dared not, so now she's making me do it. But I cannot go with this stiffy, why don't she do it herself since she wanted it so badly. So she squatted on the stairs and lifted her skirt, pulled her thong to one side and started to let loose a yellow stream. I was further down the stairs, watching her, noticing that her pubic hair is all shaved off. Seeing someone I know shaved off cleanly is very much a turn-on, and having a girl pee in my presence is such an erotic thing, sharing a very private moment with me. However instead of getting stiffer, I found myself softening enough that I am starting to droop. Perhaps hearing the sound of falling urine has the effect of encouraging me to pee as well. It is a conditioned thing.

She wiped herself dry with tissue and told me it was my turn. This is the first time a female is watching me pee since I was a child, as well as the first time I am peeing in such a place. Thinking about all these distracting thoughts helped to keep me soft enough to let out some pee, but no sooner had it come out before she giggled and distracted me, causing me to harden again. I concentrated and tried to continue, but before I was done, she was already showing me her fabulous ass, half-bent over with her skirt flipped up, slapping her cheeks. Now there was no way for me to get any more urine out, so I told her I was done. Seeing that my dick had jumped up again when she slapped her ass, I didn't think she believed me.

I tried to shake myself dry as much as possible when it is so stiff while she walked up the stairs cautiously, avoiding the puddles we have created. Handing me a piece of tissue, she insisted that I wipe myself dry, saying that it is not hygienic to just shake the urine drops off. I refrained from telling her that she had just cleaned me up quite thoroughly when she sucked me off just now, and had not seemed to mind the dirt. There's the difference between guys and girls.

We went outside and flagged down a taxi with my penis still sticking out, behind my briefcase. It was not so bad now since the shops were mostly closed and there were fewer people around. Fortunately, the taxi stand was empty and we did not have to stand in queue for a taxi, so nobody noticed me. The taxi driver would not see anything with my briefcase blocking, so I need not be embarrassed, but the moment we got into the taxi, her hand came over to stroke my tip. The feel of her soft, small hand and smooth skin on my penis is very different from my own far rougher and less gentle hand, and hers is far more comfortable and relaxing though she kept me stiff all the way home.

I had tried to stroke her buttock while we were in another taxi with her boyfriend beside her but had not dared to. Now she is sitting beside me, my hand can feel out her shape and curvature while she was stroking me. She felt my hand sliding under her ass and cooperated by lifting her butt so that I could slide my hand underneath, then she sat on it so that my hand was grabbing one fantastically round butt cheek, squeezing it, feeling its fullness. It yields to the touch, yet is firm. It feels wonderful, and I was kept hard all the way to her home.

The moment we got into her house we started stripping our clothes off. I was naked after peeling off my shirt and pants, and stood there ogling at her with my dick in the air while she removed her top and skirt. She remained in her white bra and white thong and looked at me appraisingly. She asked me to turn around and commented that I will look good in a thong. She took out the newly bought red thong and wanted me to put it on. While I sometimes wear a thong, it is not my habit to wear women's undies; I buy my own men's thong to wear. As I reached out to take it from her, she changed her mind and instead pulled down the white thong she was wearing and handed it to me instead. I got a better view of her shaved pubic area and commented that she looks like a little girl down there. She demurely placed a hand over that area and told me to respect a woman's privacy and stop looking there. While I was laughing at this she threw her white thong at me and snarled at me to put it on. By chance it landed on my erect pole and hung there as though a bamboo pole had been put through it, making us laugh till our sides ached. I left it hanging there until we recovered, which was quite some time later. By this time I was weak and drooping.

She put on her new red thong while I held up her white thong to smell it, inhaling her womanly scent, rubbing my thumb on the moist crotch. I got a scolding from her as she pulled the thong away from me while I was sniffing it. She told me to stop smelling and to put it on and I teased her for being wet. Surprisingly, she blushed. I stepped into her white thong and pulled it up as high as it would go. It obviously cannot contain me, and a substantial amount was left sticking up like a sore thumb, literally so. It looked really wierd, but the material felt good against my skin and her wet patch was pressing on my balls, though I cannot really feel anything.

When I turned around to show her my behind she complimented me on my small and tight rear, and said that my tan lines are very obvious. She hardly swims and has no tan line on her butt while I swim every week and there is a white triangle against my otherwise sun-browned skin. She asked if I ever suntan in a thong. Of course not, guys don't do that, I told her. In fact I have yet to see girls do that at the pool or beach.

She struck my bare butt with a resounding slap and a yelp from me. Her small and soft hand sure can deal out a sharp blow! I massaged my rear while she waved her hand to disperse the pain. She had always wanted to slap someone hard, she said. I did not complain as the pain felt good when I was in a thong, her thong. She struck again on the other cheek and again. I had to step away to avoid her while I rubbed the pain away. She chased me around her house, trying to slap me. I suppose we looked rather comical running after each other in our thongs, my penis quivering, only half-covered in her thong. There was not much room to evade her, so she soon caught me in a corner and caught hold of me, pulling me to her bedroom and made me kneel down at the edge of her bed, bending over it with my butt sticking out slightly. She told me the highlight of her birthday present is to give me a spanking. I suppose I owed her that, after having slapped her butt at the staircase landing that night, but she seemed to be having a much better deal than me, slapping me so many more times that I did to her.

Her open palm landed on my butt cheeks alternately, first on the right side, then left, then right again. She struck rather hard and I found myself squirming to get as far away from her as I could. Of course I could not get away, I only managed to drive my erection into the side of her bed. She switched to using her hairbrush when her hand hurt too much, and the hairbrush was much harder and really caused me to tense up my buttocks and dig even deeper into her bed to filter out the pain. I hissed at the pain.

Abruptly, she stopped and said twenty. I had already lost count, and did not realise that she had already spanked me 10 times on each cheek. I got up and massaged my rear, looking into the mirror at the red marks she left behind. I had not had a spanking on my rear since I was a child, and the feeling was strangely humiliating and humbling. I felt strangely deferential to her now and did not talk back when she scolded me for leaving my precum on her bed where my penis had been digging into.

She went out of the bedroom to get a drink and slapped me again when she passed me. My skin was still sensitive and that light slap stung. After we drank quietly, she told me to get dressed and I did as told, wearing her white thong inside my working clothes. She pulled on a bathrobe and pushed me to the door, giving me a light peck on my cheek and another light slap on my butt and told me good night, thanks for the wonderful present, she will treasure it, and slammed the door in my face.

I went home with a strange feeling and a dick that was not satisfied, left mostly sticking out of her thong, under my pants, this time zipped up.

The next time we met again, it was an even stranger experience.

The story of my friend - Part 6

A few days after the party, she asked me out for a drink. I knew she had something planned after we have both enjoyed that apron and g-string session and that this is meant to be my birthday present for her. After all she had given me such a wonderful present for mine. The question was simply what, and where, her house or mine.

We met after work at a cafe in a busy shopping centre and settled the drink quickly. Small talk rapidly dried up as our minds were on what would be coming later. I started to tease her, saying that she seemed to be distracted by something. She caught the look in my eyes and told me that her boyfriend will be finishing his business trip soon and will be coming back, we had just today to ourselves.

I was a bit surprised at how openly she is discussing our affair, which was not really an affair yet. I would love to hump her, especially doggy style, my body slamming into her round butt, sending it jiggling, but how would I face her boyfriend after I had done that, and how would we behave in front of our friends? It was as though as long as we did not have intercourse it was still possible to hide it, so did she want to cross that barrier? So I asked her what she wanted from me. She looked innocent and told me that it was not much, just play a little game with her and do as she tells me to for one day. I must have looked very suspicious because she laughed and told me that she just wanted to tease me a little, that I have nothing to fear, she will not make me do crazy things such as strip naked and run down the street. Nevertheless, just that example gave me reason to pause and reconsider, since I thought she just wanted me to buy her something, or do something silly such as to jerk off in front of her, maybe more than once. How naive I had thought of her!

Before I could say anything she had already settled the bill and dragged me out of the cafe. The shopping centre was still crowded on this weekday night. Handing me a plastic bag, she told me to go to the gents and take out my underwear and give it to her in the plastic bag. So she is prepared today. I did as told and she stuffed it into her bag. My dick stood up when it felt the material of my pants rub on it, and before long she noticed my erection and teased me about it. We went to a staircase leading to the carpark and there she told me to unzip for inspection. My stiffy popped out at once and she was satisfied that I had indeed removed my underwear as instructed.

Stroking my penis, she tugged at my pants, adjusting the opening so that more of my dick could come out. She was quite a dominatrix today, very different from the shy and gigglish girl she was when I groped her ass at the staircase near her apartment. While she had been a participant then, she was confident and very much in control today. I am the one glancing anxiously at the staircase door, worried that someone might come in. She turned around and gently pressed the cleavage of her butt into my bare dick, the way she knew I like it, her skirt like a trampoline that my dick bounces off. This was something I had always wanted to do.

Next she hiked up her skirt and exposed her butt, letting me sink my dick between her cheeks. While her hands were still holding up her skirt, her fingers pried her cheeks apart so that I could go in all the way, my dick touching her thong, next to her anus. When she released her fleshy cheeks they spring back and trapped my penis between them, as she had before the party. And as before, I started sliding it up and down, feeling the grip of her cheeks and the friction, the warmth of her ass. Maybe this is better than sex! When I slide up, my dick propped up her skirt like a little tent pole against the cloth of her skirt. Before long there was a wet spot on the skirt where my tip touched it.

She pulled herself away before I had enjoyed enough and told me to hide my cock in my pants and to follow her without zipping up. In my state of heightened arousal how was I supposed to move around publicly with my zip down and no underwear to cover? Zip down with underwear on or zip up without underwear was fine, but both together was a bit dangerous, I told her. It might pop out at any moment and we would be in trouble. She wouldn't listen and is already opening the door leading back into the mall. I hurridly shoved it back into my pants and pulled the opening as close as I could without zipping up. I thanked my lucky stars that my working pants were quite baggy.

Just before going stepping out, I arranged it properly one last time, and hoped feverishly that it will not poke its head out and reveal itself. From past experience I knew that most of the people will not even notice that my zip is down or that I am erected, and even then it is still easy to cover up or pretend that I had simply forgotten to zip up. However to unzip without underwear would most likely be interpreted as flashing, and can get me into prison. I followed closely behind her and tried my best to cover up with my briefcase. If I had been empty-handed, I really do not know how I would have coped. Even with the bag covering my front, I did not feel safe.

As I walked my pants moved and my penis poked his head out eventually, so I had to press my briefcase against it to cover and hold it in. There was no way I was going to calm myself down enough to let it go down on its own. She had stirred me up and left me high and dry and I cannot just calm down with so many people around. I know she did it on purpose so that I will stay erected while following her around the mall. She mischievously tried to pull my briefcase away and got her hand slapped by me.

After walking aimlessly for a while, she realised that most shops will close in another 15 minutes, and she spotted a lingerie shop. The shop was not very big and there were still a few lady customers so I did not have much room to hide. I was the only guy inside and already sticking out like a sore thumb. I look even more strange hugging my briefcase to my hips. By now my dick was already halfway out and I had to be careful how I moved. It was easier to get it out than to move it in. I avoided looking at the lingerie on display and the lingerie-clad models in the advertisements, a torture in that shop.

She picked a few thongs and asked for my opinion. The thought of her in one of those skimpy things sent my dick throbbing again, the merciless girl! I picked a red lacy thong and she wanted me to buy it for her. No problem, I said. How much? She wanted me to go put it on the sales counter and pay for it myself! She stood a distance away as though I was there buying lingerie on my own. The salesgirls did not kick up a fuss of course, but maybe the way I held onto my briefcase looked a little strange. One of the girls must have seen something, because she was startled and whispered to her colleague, who also looked at me. I quickly walked out of the shop with my purchase, my bag barely able to hide my dick now.

She came out of the shop behind me laughing at my pathetic state and dragged me to another flight of stairs despite my poisonous look. Closing the door behind her, she held my dick, and laughed that it had remained stiff. She squatted down and licked its tip a few times, sending waves of ecstasy through my body. By now it was so much fun that I had given up and now I am willing to try just about anything she want, even if she wants me to go show my dick to a girl to shock her! She took me in her mouth and sucked once, slowly, lightly, and took it out. Her hot mouth and smooth, full lips felt like paradise! I throbbed another few time in her mouth.

Then she surprised me by telling me to pee. How was I supposed to pee when my penis is hard as a rock, I asked her.

The story of my friend - Part 5

It was a few weeks before we met again, since all of us were busy with work or something else, and it was not until she threw a birthday party for herself that I saw her again. Meanwhile I masturbated to the memories of that night when I held her fabulous butt in my hands and smacked it.

The usual gang would be arriving in the evening, but I went early to buy groceries with her so she can prepare some food for us. My job consisted of just carrying whatever she bought. Her boyfriend was away on a working trip, and I could not help thinking that she would have wanted to celebrate her birthday with him. Could he not have pushed the trip away? I did not touch her, and neither did we talk about that night. We acted as though it never happened and we were just friends. It was not until we took everything up to her apartment that she asked if I was happy with the birthday present she had given me. Of course I was, I'm crazy about her ass. She smiled coyly and told me to put down the groceries in the kitchen and go to the fan in the living room to cool down, since the weather is so hot.

Well, she had said that the present is a one-time thing, and I was not expecting another session. Imagine my surprise when she appeared again in a while wearing an apron and little else. Her tee shirt was gone and I could see her bare shoulders. How do I look, she asked, turning to the side and striking a pose so I could see that her butt was exposed (lost her shorts too) and I could see a white thong running along the side of her hips. She was not even wearing a bra underneath the apron. My jaw dropped and she giggled. It's a hot day, she said, and dressing like this lets her feel the wind. With that she turned and walked back into the kitchen, showing me that her round ass was covered only by a g-string. She started to prepare the food and I went to "help" her.

I held her hips from behind and pushed my groin into her behind, watching her buttocks jiggle like breasts when struck. She scolded me, saying that my belt buckle is hurting her, and that I should remove my jeans and be easy on her. With that I dropped my jeans and kicked them away. As an after-thought I pulled down my briefs to my thighs and let my dick stand half-erect. It woke up when she appeared in that apron and now while I'm deciding whether to jam her from behind, it continued to rise.

Oh heck, just do it. I stood behind her again and pushed down slightly on my erection so that it pointed down, and moved my hips nearer her, positioning my dick between her legs, just below her pussy. Then I let go, letting it spring back up and push against her pussy which was covered only by that flimsy double layer of cloth of her g-string. She squealed and jumped a bit. My dick moved away when she jumped and not it is standing, pointing up. I pushed forward again and now it is jammed in the cleavage of her butt.

She tried to turn around but I held her there with my body, my hands squeezing her butt cheeks, my dick between them. She said she had expected my underwear to be on. When she turned her head I could see that she was blushing. I pushed her cheeks closer together to squeeze my dick, then pulled them apart so my dick can go in further, and squeezed them again on my dick again, sandwiching my sausage between her hot buns. Her cheeks are full enough that I can hold onto them and move them left and right, up and down to rub on my dick, which was by now standing upright stiffly. Oh another fantasy fulfilled, masturbating by rubbing her ass on my dick, letting her cheeks do the work that my hands had been doing!

Her hand reached around her and touched my dick, which poked up above her cheeks and she touched its tip, sending a jolt through my body. I started to move my hips up and down, practically screwing her butt, but not into her ass, along her ass. I asked her if she liked the feel of my dick there. In reply she stammered that it feels good. It was then that I realised her breathing had gotten ragged, she sounded short of breath. My own breathing was also getting heavier and deeper, my pulse raced and my dick throbbed with every beat of my heart and I wondered if she could feel it throbbing.

Her body twisted as she reached for my dick and her apron pulled away from her body, exposing her nipples. One of my hands moved up her body and found her nipple. My dick was practically lost between her buns, so she fingered my balls and my dick continued to rub between her buns. When I rubbed her nipple she started making light moaning sounds. I rubbed her nipple between my thumb and finger and felt it starting to harden and erect. Her other hand now went to her other nipple and was massaging her breast. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself. I was surprised at how easily she gave herself to me and how much she is liking this. Had her boyfriend truly been less than satisfactory with her?

Abruptly, someone knocked on her door and we jumped apart, scrambling for our clothes. She had to strip off her apron, climb into her tee shirt and shorts, and brush her hair before she could open the door. We had to open the door to some of our friends before we really had enough time to calm down, and we probably looked a bit suspicious with our flushed faces. We blamed it on the hot weather, of course, and nobody had cause to doubt our words. After all, nobody knew what we were up to, nobody saw the way I molested her, nobody saw the lustful looks in my eyes when I looked at her.

Later, halfway through the party, she whispered to me that she will arrange with me to get her birthday present from me. She would not tell me what she wanted, and I was kept wondering what her mysterious smile was all about. Without a doubt, it will be a good time for her, but what exactly does she want me to do for her? Screw her? Should I cross that line?