I receive a text message from Panda. On Signal.
“Come over tonight. At Raffles Hotel.”
It’s the first time I’ve received anything from Panda since she interviewed me.
I still remember her interview a few months back, where we met at a McDonalds one night.
“So you like sex, do you?” she asked.
“Well yes, sure I do. Who doesn’t?” I respond cheekily.
And we went on from there.
And tonight’s finally the night.
It’s a hot day in Singapore, one of those steamy tropical days where just going outside is like going into the sauna. I stay in the office most of the time, only venturing out briefly to get some white wine for tonight. A New Zealand pinot grigio – super cold and crisp, to cut the humidity, density, and heat.
And to avoid being drenched, I take the usual blue Singaporean taxi to the hotel.
I arrive. I go past the colonial style fans, the white walls. The Long Bar.
I check my Signal.
905.
I press the wooden elevator button up, and head upstairs.
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I stand in front of room 905. I’m nervous.
This is the first time I’ve had group sex. Would it be a few girls? A few guys? Can I get it up in front of the other guys?
Doubts flood my mind. My palms are a bit sweaty, my stomach is a bit full of nerves.
Would I recognize anyone? Would they recognize me? Would my cock be enough?
More doubts.
Though I have to admit – I like the feeling though. I feel alive, I feel like I’m doing something I wanted to do for so long.
To merter escort submit to my very desire. To be ok with my sexuality. To feel alive, to feel doubts, and to overcome them.
To make this all normal.
I ring the doorbell.
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Inside there’s already a young lady and a man, both naked under the covers. And Panda, who facilitates this session.
Panda facilitates by making sure all participants are having fun. If anything goes out of hand, she can interject.
This is done for the lady, of course.
“Reasonable,” I think to myself.
I crack open the screw-top Pinot Gris. I made sure to go for the new style, otherwise you never know if the hotel room has a corkscrew. And if they don’t, you don’t have to call room service.
I offer everyone a drink. Only Panda, responsible as she is, declines.
The young lady accepts my glass, and introduces herself. “Miao Miao,” she says.
“Pussy,” I think.
I like Miao Miao. Cute face, thin body, tight. Something easy to throw around.
The other gentleman introduces himself as well. “James,” he offers.
We’re supposed to start with a massage, Panda says. “But why don’t you shower first,” she suggests.
I agree.
Perhaps it’s my smell. I don’t think I smell particularly bad. So it’s likely hygiene.
I wash my hair, shaved body, and my shaved cock and balls. After the stifling Singaporean heat, it feels good to get a cold shower in.
I come out and dry myself with şirinevler escort the plush Egyptian cotton towels. You can always tell a 5 star hotel by the little things – like the towels. And the bedsheets.
I come back to the bed, where Miao Miao and James still are just chatting. They haven’t started yet – just waiting for me. I feel honored.
“Why don’t you start by massaging Miao Miao,” Panda suggested, talking to me as if I’m a virgin.
I dutifully comply.
Miao Miao pulls over the covers, highlighting her B cup breasts, slim waistline. She doesn’t have a totally shaved pussy, but it’s manicured. Her total package is easy on the eyes.
I massage Miao Miao, going through the motions on her arms, to her back, down to her ass, and then…
I get to the point where the ass melts into the legs, where her pussy is. And my eyes lock in.
There’s something about a man and a pussy. A man can act all coy about seeing breasts and tits, but a sight of a pussy can drive a man insane.
Pussies can run in various shapes and sizes. Large, labia lips to thin little ones. Ones that are flappy, and ones that are tight. Then there’s the clit, the cute little button that emerges from the hood if all is successful.
But that’s all just foreplay. There’s a whole new world once you go inside the pussy itself, when it’s just starting to get wet. And then you can insert your tongue and fingers inside, playing with the moisture, the fleshy, juicy part inside. Or taste the most, sweet nectar.
But topkapı escort it’s that moment that the pussy gets wet that is the crowning moment. Because you’re the one that made her horny. You’re the one that made her body crave sex.
And today, I’m going to eat Miao Miao’s pussy until her body craves sex. Not crave – needs.
I start with her labia, which nice and thin. I lick them gently, first the right side, and then the left.
I work my way down, to the bottom of her pussy, where it meets the space between that and her asshole. I flick my tongue there, prolonging my flicking slightly.
Miao Miao shudders.
I move back up, my thick tongue tip separating her labia lips as I lick upwards to her clit, making sure I stop just shy of it.
I do this twice, thrice, four times.
Miao Miao shakes again.
I pause. I gauge her pussy’s wetness before I lick upwards again. I think there’s something.
I taste a sweet nectar on this time’s lick, mixing with my saliva, slightly sticky.
Mm. This tastes good.
“Uuggghhhh,” Miao Miao lets out.
Ah yes, I’m turning her on.
I double my effort on her snatch, increasing the sounds of me sucking, wanting to create sounds of sex to stimulate.
“Mmmm,” Miao Miao moans, wriggling with her legs and opening her pussy even wider for me to do my work.
I continue to eat, now moving up to her clit and sucking the little pearl out of its hood. Every so often, I go back to my long, deep, full tongued fucks where I slightly penetrate her as I lap up.
Miao Miao’s moans increase in both volume and frequency. And in carnal desire.
James, in the meantime, is getting sucked off by Miao Miao. Wonderfully, even.
But I don’t care. I’m channelling my energy, my intention, my focus – all on eating her pussy.