My Bet with my colleague

[theclubmed]

naive readers should not be here in the first place.
kpo readers, dont like it stop reading.. those who like it continue reading.
furthermore this may not be what it looks like, stop being ignorant and kick a big fuss before looking at the whole picture.
typical singaporean comments embarrassing ourselves.

[eagletalon]

Exactly!!! Why take things so serious at times.
Always jumping to conclusion.

[ilikeoldchangke]

Did not expect so many comments over the weekend.


Thank you for the comments and opinions, no offence taken with any of them and i have every intention of finishing this thread the way i meant it to be.

Nothing changes, this piece was already completed before i even started the 1st post.

I just expanded and did some editing along the way before i post.






The issue of 'right' and 'wrong' has been raised in sbf for countless times in other sections and threads


What is 'right' ?

What is 'wrong' ?


Are we viewing this purely from a moral standpoint or in the eyes of the law ?

There is no easy answer to this.



Rather I feel we should approach this from another perspective and ask ourselves, what is acceptable, and what is not acceptable.



What is acceptable to you, may not be acceptable to another. Everyone has their own benchmark and is entitled to their own opinions about these matters.


Perhaps a new thread can be started to discuss this. After all this section is about adult discussion.


I shall not be long winded about this, i'm about halfway through, look forward to wrapping this up soon.




It's the holiday seasons.....


Have a beer. ... relax.


Buy some curry puff.



wait for 7pm....

[pussywillow]

I bring Turkey for the festivities

[thickhead]

I am faced with hypocrisy in real life. Now, in this adult forum, I am also facing hypocrisy!

If you want to come here to show that though depraved, you are still better and more morally upright, well, I can only say, let the pot not call the kettle black! We are all probably going to hell!

Except TS, he needs yo be around to periodically churn out such erotic stories!

[eagletalon]

To the keyboard warrior who zap my rep point and not dare to leave your nick, if this makes you feel inferior for I have stated the truth and that you cannot handle the truth. Good luck to you in life because you are nothing but a loser.

[fd1234]

Originally Posted by ilikeoldchangke

Did not expect so many comments over the weekend.


Thank you for the comments and opinions, no offence taken with any of them and i have every intention of finishing this thread the way i meant it to be.

Nothing changes, this piece was already completed before i even started the 1st post.

I just expanded and did some editing along the way before i post.






The issue of 'right' and 'wrong' has been raised in sbf for countless times in other sections and threads


What is 'right' ?

What is 'wrong' ?


Are we viewing this purely from a moral standpoint or in the eyes of the law ?

There is no easy answer to this.



Rather I feel we should approach this from another perspective and ask ourselves, what is acceptable, and what is not acceptable.



What is acceptable to you, may not be acceptable to another. Everyone has their own benchmark and is entitled to their own opinions about these matters.


Perhaps a new thread can be started to discuss this. After all this section is about adult discussion.


I shall not be long winded about this, i'm about halfway through, look forward to wrapping this up soon.




It's the holiday seasons.....


Have a beer. ... relax.


Buy some curry puff.



wait for 7pm....

James, it's 7.14pm already~

[aspireboy]

Not here to judge or weight what is right or wrong, just waiting for the next installation. It is 7.24pm liao... Hahaha...

[BTech]

Its stopped

[anonym69]

Kept on refreshing for updates...

[ilikeoldchangke]

Against the backdrop of Joan’s cursing and swearing, I pulled myself out, dragging and feeling the tight contractions of Joan’s wet love hole.


Joan : ARghh.. James..!.. I’m going to kill you…. I’m really going to kill you…







I pushed myself back into Joan, and I could see the parting of her lips as her moans punctuated her cursing, the muscles of her unwilling vagina worked it’s way around my dick.


Joan : ARggnn ergnng.. James… !! .. wear a condom… argnn… I’ll.. arengng



My hands were kneading Joan’s thigh, alternating between her firm butt and breasts, basically I’ve already lost my sense of rhythm and momentum, just touching and caressing every part of her body whenever I felt like it.




Joan’s hands trashed and her wrist twisted, determined to free herself but I held onto her wrist and I started to work out a thrusting rhythm that suits me.






Every time I pulled myself out, I could feel the tightness and relieve of Joan, as if she thinks that would be the time I’m pulling my uncapped dick out completely but when whenever I pushed myself in again, she scream and moan helplessly, cursing that she would really kill me when she gets her hand on me.




Joan : James… stop.. please… wear a condom.. arerghhnn …



I tried to finger Joan’s clit again while I humped myself against ehr, but it was quite hard. Her struggling body made it almost impossible.



I don’t know why, but her threats, combined with her pleas, and seeing her thrashing helplessly on the bed as I pushed myself inside her gave me this never before high in terms of sexual intercourse.


My senses were spiking, I could feel the shiver running down my spine, even the tightness and small contractions near my privates seemed to be amplified by the circumstances.





I flipped Joan onto her back and immediately she tried to kick and squirm herself away from me but I managed to ease myself back in again. She was just so wet and well lubricated, it was such a welcoming entry and I only need to slowly apply a bit of pressure before my dick gets engulfed by Joan’s vagina.






I slam myself down a couple of times before quickly stopping.



It’s really embarrassing but I could not help it. Barely 5 minutes into the actual intercourse, I already felt like I was going to explode.






I must have had this look like I’m trying to hold it in on my face and Joan panicked.



Joan : No !... James… No….no.. please…


Joan’s eyes widen as I tried to catch my breath and control my manhood.






Joan : James… No!... I’ll kill you… I’ll really kill you….. if you cum inside me.




She tried to struggle, and I quite trying to ask her to stop moving. Her struggles were not just mere bodily movements, I could feel the frantic contractions of her vagina walls, as if she was desperate to squeeze me out.





James : ARghgh… erghh… don’t… don’t… Joan …. Don’t squeeze… arghh


She replied frantically too, trying to struggle herself free.


Joan : I’m not !... I’m not!!.... come out James… come out now !....






I wanted to, I really wanted to come out but the rapid squeezing was like this irresistible suction, beckoning my dick deeper and further into the warm and slippery love hole that made me feel so safe and secure.



James : Stop…!... stop moving…






I could feel it.



I could really feel it.






That sudden tight squeeze on my entire pelvic region and the air inside my body gets knocked out of my lungs. My eyes widened and Joan could see the panic in my eyes.



Right at that moment, Joan managed to struggle herself loose.





Her palms reached for the sides of my face and simultaneously I felt the locking of her calves on mine. She twisted my head to my right the same time she swung my body to the left in that split second and caused me this major disorientation.



The next thing I realised, I was on my back and Joan had her hands around my neck.





Joan : I’m so going to kill you James…. Arggghhh…






Right at the moment Joan pulled herself up and away from me, I felt I was at the tipping point.





James : Oh no… oh no… I’m coming… I’m coming….




You know that high , that orgasmic spasm and cramps that you would chase for right at the tipping point, that part where you just needed to hump really hard or stroke yourself really vigorously ?


I was there



I was right there when Joan came out.




I felt this sudden helplessness and I felt like I was a unbalanced bottle about to tip over a table.







James : don’t stop !.... no !.... no… Joan …. I’m….. coming… please.. please continue…





It was too late .



I tried to stroke my erupting dick on my own but Joan stopped me, holding onto my hands as I moaned and groaned in a disappoint manner seeing lousy spurts of my semen popped up and just flow unceremoniously down the side of my throbbing dick.




James : No!!!.... arghgh….






That sense of disappointment and despair, I could not describe.


The tightness and anticipation of the build-up that entire evening was reduced to a pathetic trickle of sperm down the sides of my dick.



The shock of being unsatisfied and losing my money shot for the session was a huge blow to me.



The look of despair on my face had to be funny since Joan was laughing and laughing away as she sat on my thighs.



Joan : Whahahahha…….This is classic James… haha…








I almost cried.




I was not joking.





I really almost cried as I felt the life slowly drain out of my dick.





I could feel tears welling up in my eyes




I was overwhelmed with such disappointment and sadness that my dick deflated and I could feel the sticky mess of semen around my groin.


Joan laughed so hard that she cried too.


I stared in disbelief at the mess around my groin and Joan was trying to clean me up amidst her laughter.


Joan : Ohh my god… hahha.. James…. Haha.. poor thing…




I was totally drained and I could feel my grumpiness starting to set in.


If you’ve experience this before, you would know what I meant and most importantly, how I felt.


The feeling of having spent your one precious shot, yet not achieving the level of satisfaction you wanted, that agony, that biting itch that you cannot scratch, that feeling of helplessness.



I was torn between losing my temper at Joan for spoiling my orgasm and curling up into a ball and sulk.



Joan took while to composed herself before she stripped off all her clothing to cuddle up beside me. The warmth of her body made me feel much better but she could not help teasing me on my failure to perform.


Joan : Tsk…tsk… so young….. already like that ar James…. Jia lat leh.




I would have rose up and rape her again had it not for the long day. It was already the wee hours in the morning, I’ve had quite a bit to drink and I was struggling with some pretty intense physical activities for the past hour.


I could only manage to give Joan the sad puppy eye look, it achieved nothing more than a couple of additional teases but at least she promised me another round in the morning.



My eyelids felt heavy and Joan could see I was starting to get a little grumpy but that did not stop her from putting her wet juice and saliva soaked underwear near my face.

Joan : Don’t sad la, see….. look at what you did. Haha.



I could not remember much details after that, I must have dozed off.


The next time I opened my eyes, Joan was on top of me and the sun was already high up in the sky.




My hands were bound.


Her wet and soiled undies was stuffed into my mouth.


Her worn bra was pressed against my nose.



Every breathe I took was of her womanly sweat and smell.

Every swallow of my saliva was filtered through her soiled undies.




I was the victim that morning and I had no complains.



I came that morning, jerking my stiff pelvis as Joan squeeze her vagina walls tightly against my dick, milking every drop of my sperm dry from my manhood.





We only had enough time for a quick shower before she checked out for breakfast.

[ilikeoldchangke]

28 Feburary 2013

Thursday

11 am






A couple of colleague made a move on Joan that week after our company dinner. She received a bouquet of flowers and some chocolates.

The first thing she did was to show them off to me


Joan : Oei… jealous or not ? ,,, hiak hiak… hiak…





She whispered softly beside me, making a comment that I’ve yet to give her any flowers.


I ignored her as I was busy typing an email.





3pm


Joan mentioned that she was feeling a little hungry since she only had soup for lunch. She offered to help a couple of colleagues grab coffee and snacks from the canteen a 5 minute walk away.


I was busy with work but I made an order of coffee and 2 kaya toast.
I have yet to get my caffeine fix that day and my splitting headache was started to get to me.



Joan : Money…. Lai lai….


I pretended to dig for coins from the container on my desk and gave her a pitiful look.


She laughed and told me that I owe her one for the tea break



Joan : You owe me for this.

James : Yes… yes… anything….I’ll kill for a coffee …. And kaya toast…



Joan bent down and whispered.

Joan : Ok… I’ll save it for the next time you try to force yourself on me. I’ll make you kill yourself…. Haha.





Joan helped herself to my mobile phone charger on my desk and just plugged hers in after blatantly removing mine.


I tried to pinch her behind but she was faster, somehow managing to grab hold of my hair and gave it a firm tug for me to behave.








3.30pm



There was some commotion at the reception and I looked up from my seat.

Before I could grasp the situation, I heard Thomas’s voice.



I saw Mr Chan came out of the office and headed towards the reception area.




I did not know where Joan was and I was about to call her when I realised she had left her phone on her desk.







I went out just in time to hear Thomas saying that he’s just here to pass some vouchers and gifts which reminded me that my spare phone had been lying dormant for quite some time.



Thomas : I’ll just leave it here at the reception….




I was trying to get a gauge of his intentions when I saw a 2nd figure step into the office.






It was the PRC girl.



She was carrying yet another branded bag, and from the way she dressed and the height of her heels, she would fit right into one of the KTV joints in town.

One which I would bring my clients should they wish to spend some money hanging flowers and eating fruit platters.






That PRC girl strutted into the office, like a proud peacock with her shades on.


Her head was held high and she looked around the reception as if the office was too filthy for her cheap dressing.



Alright, I admit, everything she wore was branded, but please pardon my language. It doesn’t matter how much they cost, they just look cheap on her.


It’s not the clothes.



It’s the person wearing them that makes the different.




She attracted quite a bit of attention from my colleagues and I could see a couple of guys instantly checking her out. Honestly, her figure is not too bad.






The hour glass is obvious, her legs are long.

Her skin is fair.


Her breast is big, and round. Half of it is already exposed, I would give it a firm C, maybe just that wee bit shy of the letter D.






Honest appraisal from a men’s perspective, not too bad physically.




Then she spoke and it shattered everything.


In heavily accented English, she was looking over her shoulder and speaking out after someone.




Don’t get me wrong, I’m not laughing at her accent, I got nothing against someone who wants to practise and pick up a new language.

It’s the manner in which she spoke, thinking as if everyone was beneath her.


The snobbish manner of the way she behaved, waving around before pacing about the reception.




Moments later, a 3rd figure emerged.



It was just your typical uncle but with 2 hands full of souvenirs from China.






Thomas went on to say that he knows Joan is back for a while but he was away in China for a long trip visiting friends in the mainland.


No prizes for guessing who he went with.


Thomas : I just touched down yesterday. Brought some gifts for all of you.






Mr Chan thanked Thomas for the gifts but spoke in a pretty firm tone that he should stop showing up.


Mr Chan : We are running a business. Whatever it is with Joan. I hope you all can take this outside.



Thomas apologised with a smile adding that he would just need a word with Joan.




He made eye contact with me and asked if Joan was in her cubicle.



I could not say it in front of Mr Chan that Joan went to eat snake and buy coffee so I just said she stepped out of office for a while.




James : She stepped out, I think she went to the bathroom.



Mr Chan told Siti to put the items in the pantry and went back to his office.


I wanted to warn Joan but her phone was still charging in my cubicle.



I decided to head out and intercept her at the lift lobby below.







3.40pm


I dashed into the lobby, flashing a smile to Thomas before I exited the office.



The moment the lift door closed, I cursed at my carelessness as I had forgotten my phone and my office pass.


I reached the ground floor and I took a quick glance around the lobby and checked if there was any sign of Joan.


After making sure, I hit the close button and headed back up again.







I felt my heart dropped the moment my lift door opened.


I caught the glimpse of Joan raising her key card to the scanner by the glass door before she stepped in.



I ran out, almost forcing the lift door open as it slid apart at a snail’s pace.



I must have covered like 20 meters in a couple of second but it was too late.







I stared in horror as the glass door closed with a thud. The magnetic lock snapping into place.




Thomas and the PRC girl stood up and Joan was caught off guard.






The first thing that came to my mind was what could I do if Thomas laid his hands on her again. I could only stand helplessly on the other side of the door.



I knocked but no one pay any attention to me.




I can hear Joan speak.


I can hear Thomas reply.





Then the PRC girl shouted.



PRC girl : 就不过是段恋情。。。。干嘛搞我的签证。。。

( It’s just a relationship, why did you have to meddle with my visa )






I heard those words loud and clear.



I knocked on the glass again, tapping for someone to let me in.



Siti saw me but she was too shocked to move.






Then it happened.


I, James, have never felt so useless in my life before that day.



I could only look on as the PRC girl swept the bundle of coffee off Joan’s hand, as the cups swayed and spill hot drinks all over the carpeted floor, that bitch squeezed onto one of the cups, splashing and squirted coffee all over Joan and herself.



Joan was definitely shocked and I could see her turn sideways to her right, cradling her arms together close to her chest as she pulled her cardigan together.

[ilikeoldchangke]

Both of them must have been scalded by the drink and the PRC girl was cursing and screaming at Joan for her visa issue.



Thomas manage to grabbed hold of the PRC girl and I saw him dragged and pulled her away from Joan towards the door.




The block of wood, Siti, finally unlocked the door and I pushed the right panel inwards, going straight to Joan while Thomas took the left panel outwards with the screaming bitch.




Siti helped to pick up the cups and by then the pantry auntie and several colleagues had come out.


Mr Chan too and he was not looking too pleased.




He gave Joan 10 minutes to clean herself up before spending 20 minutes with her in the office.










I could not work.


I was worried about Joan.



Her left wrist seemed pretty red even after I made her run her hand under the tap for a while.





My blood was boiling.

That fucking bitch.






I took deep breathes, forcing myself to calm down.

I went round the office, asking colleagues if anyone had any cream for burns and I managed to get a bottle of aloe vera gel from Junwei.












4.30pm


Joan came back into the cubicle.


I immediately went over to her seat, glancing around quickly before I whispered to her, asking if she’s ok.






James : Are you ok ? Still painful ?



Joan just smiled and shook her head.




I applied the cream for her and she just stared into blank space, zoning out for a while.





Then Joan suddenly brightened up with a smile.



Joan : Oh… oh… I almost forgot.





She reached into the pocket of her cardigan and brought out this crumpled, oil stained brown paper bag.



I could smell what it was even before opening it.




I did not know what to say.



Joan still had the cheek to smile and said.





Joan : You better eat it ah…. I went all the way to buy for you.





I slowly unwrapped the bag and took a bite of the cold soggy kaya toast.


That was the nicest toast I’ve ever had in my life.







Joan : Nice ?


I nodded.





I finished the first slice and asked in a dramatic manner.



James : So…... Who do you want me to kill ?


Joan smiled and jabbed me in the ribs, asking me to get back to work.







I got back to work alright.


There was so much to be done.

[ihateinitiald]

k setting camp here

[Nic25]

I want revenge too!