Singapore Party Girls [FFM]

Shirley popped open the wallet and it was stuffed full of one-hundred dollar Singaporean notes. The beautiful dull orange and tan cash was pressed together in a manner where it could only have come from a bank as those notes had never known a life not pressed, lovingly, into their current neighbor. Thumbing through the fat stack without removing them from the expensive wallet, Shirley estimated there was no less than to fifty of them. Quickly tallying up the gift, between the two beautiful items and the cash, Shirley estimated  her present from Khet was at least fifteen-thousand dollars, maybe even more.

“Thank you!” Shirley squealed, over and over in excited Mandarin.

Smiling, Angelina took the purse out of Shirley’s tight grip and placed it back on the table next to her own. Then she held Shirley by the hand and walked her up to Khet. Gently, Angelina put her hands on the girl’s shoulders and tenderly coaxed her onto her knees. Shirley was confused by what was going on until Khet began loosening his belt a few inches from her face.

Khet’s face held a marvellously pleased grin, looking directly at Angelina, as he quickly worked his fingers and thumbs in concert to disrobe.

“It was such a wonderful gift! Thank you so very much, Khet!” Angelina recited in her most sincere voice while firmly holding Shirley in place, noticing the young girl was beginning to recoil. A moment later, Khet’s penis was free of its worsted barrier, rigidly pointed at Shirley’s face.  

In Shirley’s eighteen years, she had slept with two boys, both of whom were classmates. When competing in pageants she had heard rumors of other contestants sleeping with older men attached to the competition and even having their coaches in order to secure their expert services. She firmly believed that the girl who won over her had certainly traded sexual favors, as Shirley calculated her face was far superior and more symmetrical, her body more lythe and devoid of a single bulge of unsightly fat, and her singing vastly surpassed that girl’s awful dance routine.

Over the last few days, Shirley had wondered if she had, indeed, been offered victory in exchange for sex. One of the pagent directors had asked her to have a private conversation with him in one of the rooms in the Mandarin Oriental Hotel then put his hand on the young girl’s knee. Shirley had told him, “Cannot”, but only because she was impatiently waiting on her mother who was rushing her gown back from the seamstress who had taken in the waistline a few centimetres for the final judging. Shirley, on orders from her coach, had consumed medicine designed to be taken the night before a colonoscopy to evacuate everything within the teenager’s digestive tract. She was further instructed to not drink or eat anything. The result had gotten the girl’s weight to just under forty kilograms and reduced her waistline to forty centimetres.

“Forty and Forty!” her coach had demanded while the teenager stood, crying, on the scale with a tape measure around her waist.

“What if I went to the hotel room? Would I have been crowned?” she had asked herself in the mirror as her tears carried chunks of make-up down her face.

Shirley wanted to win so badly that she didn’t see anything wrong with fighting for the victory with every tool she had. When the other girl was crowned it took every fiber of her strength to not burst into tears on the stage or to snatch the sparkling garland from atop her expensive real hair extension. In her gown, standing on her platform heels, Shirley looked down on her body and saw how small her waist appeared, how long and toned her legs stood, and felt the extreme pain of the tape on her chest, gathering her small breasts into the largest amount of cleavage possible. She had trained for weeks, not eaten any rice, and had sat on the toilet all night, clearing her bowels. She was dizzy from dehydration, incredibly sleep deprivation, and felt like she had the flu, only to lose at the final moment.

“I will never lose again!” she promised herself through watery eyes, as her tears cut canyons in her professionally applied foundation.

She thought about that moment as she knelt in her middling branded dress with a powerful man’s cock poised in front of her face and Angeline’s firm hand on the back of her neck, pushing her face closer to the fifty year old erection.

“I will never lose again…,” she quietly whispered to herself then opened her mouth and wrapped it around the penis and began sucking generously.

Seeing that the girl had made the correct decision, Angelina pushed her head only a few more times as she noticed the forceful action delighted Khet. Then, she withdrew and kept a supervisory eye on the slurping teenager while she unzipped the back of her own dress, stepped out of it, then carefully laid it onto a chair. With her dress protected, Angelina unhooked her bra and slid her thong down her legs, then went to work pinching the zipper between Shirley’s shoulder blades and gliding the plastic nub down the cheap fabric it held tightly together.

Noticing her dress was being removed for her, Shirley reached behind herself and pulled the garment away so she could unhook her bra. While working on the effort, she felt Angelina, kneeling to join her on the floor and was attempting to maneuver her face to share the duties being performed on their host’s cock.

Relinquishing the hard extremity, Angelina began noisily gagging which allowed Shirley to stand up and undress. As she took off her lingerie, she looked over at the two bags on the table and smiled wickedly, thinking about how amazing her night had been. It had been an hour since she checked her steady stream of new followers and she already was lost in the anticipation of having a photoshoot with her new bag and displaying it for her larger audience. A lot of girl’s she knew would buy an expensive brand bauble and then take pictures of herself with it at home for their Instagram account before returning the item  to the store as they certainly could not afford to pay their credit card debt otherwise. Shirley revelled in her plan to create some sort of hashtag about cutting the tags, an act that would prove she wasn’t going to be returning the item. Then she thought about the celebrity chef experience, the helicopter ride, and, finally, being at a home that was certainly worth tens of millions of dollars. Empowered and naked, she walked back to Khet and grabbed the back of Angelina’s head and firmly pressed her deeper into the man’s cock, just as she had done to Shirley moments ago. Khet loved the turn of events as the student taught the master.

“Ahhh!” he moaned with his hard cock deep in Angelina’s throat as he looked at the teenage pagent finalist.

Shirley, still holding Angelina’s head, leaned in and kissed Khet. She could hear Angelina laboriously attempting to breathe out of her nose.

“Just a little longer…,” Shirley cooed at the choking girl, then released her.

Doing her best to gasp for breath while still looking pretty, Angelina rose to her feet just as Shirley was leading Khet to the bed. The man hungrily followed the stunning teen and nearly tackled her onto the duvet. Prying her legs apart, Khet took a moment to admire her tiny waxed slit before carefully positioning the head of his saliva coated penis up to Shirley’s puffy, delicate lips and roughly forcing his manhood into her vagina.

“MMnnn!” he grunted, penetrating the girl to the hilt.

It had been nearly four months since Shirley had sex and, even though her young body had quickly lubricated her love tunnel, the sudden penetration was not very comfortable. It was also shocking to the girl because she had never had a penis inside of her that was not first carefully wrapped in a condom.

“Ahhh!” Shirley moaned as her body adjusted and she began to receive pleasure from the cock, stretching her from the inside. The feel of an unsheathed cock was magnificent to the girl as the condoms tended to be irritating when they dragged across her delicate vaginal walls.

Wanting to participate, Angelina stood at the edge of the bed and busied her hands behind Khet sending him into an impassioned bout of moans.

Shirley craned her neck to see what the girl was doing. At first, she though Angelina might have inserted a finger into the man’s anus, but it turned out she was firmly clasping his testicles, almost pulling them longer, while he thrusted into Shirley. As Khet swung his hips pleasurably, he began hungrily sucking on Angelina’s nipple then parted her legs wider with a free hand in order to vigorously slide his fingers inside the girl.

After a few moments or probing Angelina, Khet’s penis became covetous of his drenched fingers. Withdrawing from Shirley, he pushed Angelina onto the bed then penetrated her from behind, using the slickness of Shirley’s pussy as lube.   

“Ugh!” Angelina grunted as she was skewered from behind.

The way Khet positioned Angelina on the bed, she was straddling one of Shirley’s legs who tried to slide her captured appendage free but realized it was impossible without running the risk of injuring the older man’s sensitive testicles, bouncing an inch above her knee. She looked up at Angelina’s eyes. They alternated between an unfocused glaze and squeezed shut.

SMACK!

Khet had slapped Angelina’s ass with a fast hand that filled the air with a sharp crack and left a blazing red welt on her toned flesh.

“MMMM!” the girl moaned as the thrusting continued.

Shirley could feel each thrust impacting the girl mounting her. She held Angelina’s shoulders, allowing the tremors to flow through her. Then, suddenly, Khet withdrew from Angelina. The girl unmounted Shirley’s leg as she was pushed aside so Khet could grab Shirley by the hips and spin her into the position Angela had previously occupied then pushed back inside of her.

“Ahh!” Shirley shrieked at the sudden penetration.

“HHMMM! HHHMMMM!” Khet began grunting.

Suddenly, Shirley felt incredibly wet as the man pummelled her from behind. His thrusting slowed and she felt the still penis inside of her tiny vagina twitch over and over as her newfound wetness embarrassingly leaked out of her vagina.

Terrified, Shirley attempted to pull away from the man but his heavy hand on her hips kept the teen in place as she panicked, worrying about what she was leaking. Shirley had not gotten her period in two months due to the intense dieting she had undergone for the pagent and she judged this was the most inopportune moment for her body to decide to return to a normal cycle.

“AHHH!” Khet sighed as he finally withdrew from Shirley’s vagina and stepped away from the edge of the bed. To Shirley’s horror, Angelina began sucking the man’s cock.  

Reaching underneath, Shirley swiped a finger through the wet lips and expected to see blood but only saw a thick white, mucus-like substance. Her brain puzzled for a moment until she realized that, without a condom to catch the semen, it would be, indeed, spilled into her vagina and Khet had done exactly that a moment ago.

“Shirley!” Angelina scolded while grabbed at the perplexed beauty queen’s elbow, tugging her down to the floor to take part in her duty of cleaning Khet’s penis with her mouth.

Still reeling from her first insemination, Shirley took up the duty of dabbing at Khet’s semen and vaginal lubricant covered balls with her tongue. She noticed how efficient Angelina was vacuuming all of the fluids off the rapidly shrinking manhood and she did her best to utilize the same technique.

“Shower?” Khet offered the girls once his genitals had been thoroughly lapped.

Both girls nodded their semen dribbled chins while still perched on the floor.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o18eew/singapore_party_girls_ffm