Clara - The SBF Hu Li Jing Slayer

[forumer]

Interesting perspective ....

[sovellea]

TJ says
Free at 2pm?

Clara says
OK

TJ says
See ya

Clara says
OK

OK was all she managed on the steering wheel into Whatsapp. It would be a bit of a rush, but she thought she would still be able to make it. If it were any other of her clients, she probably would not entertain such a last minute booking, but for TJ, she would.

Imagining his touch on her face makes her face feel hot. His shy gentleness as he takes her breasts into his hands made her insides flush a hot pleasant heat.

“Keep left, then . . . after 1 kilometre … turn left” her London English Male GPS voice told her as she came to the CTE Bukit Timah exit. Come to think of it, she thought it was also a unique client that she was going to meet, as she rarely did outcalls. Something about this man interests her. Where TJ made her hot and flushed with lust, this old man she was meeting made her feel frustrated and inept.

He was a quiet old man whom she calls Lao Zi privately. Initially writing him off as another horny old man, one reason made her felt now that it was impossible to put him in that category. And that same reason was the cause of feeling frustration and ineptness. In all the sessions he had had with her, and he had many over the five years she had been giving massage with specials ...

he never once ejaculated.

It must have been over a hundred visits, and not once, did she ever manage to make him unload. But every single time when her time was up, Lao Zi was the one who thanked her, paid for her service, and quietly said good bye. She offered to continue, to carry on doing her job, but he always turned her down. She asked him why, and his answers were usually cryptic like, “Because it is time.” And when she waited for an elaboration, he just had the slightest hint of a smile and offered nothing else.

With him, her sessions were games of chess, battles of wits. Each was a sexual tug of war.

Having got through the security, she found herself outside the door of Lao Zi. She knew that the door would be unlocked and it was. Stepping through, she found the old man sitting with his legs crossed, facing the windows. The soft light on his silhouette surrounded him in a bright halo.

She waiting for him to respond to her entry but he either didn't hear her or chose not to show it if he did.

(to be continued ...)

[sovellea]

When she went closer, she noticed he was already naked and sporting an erection. As she stepped up to him however, the his organ fell in size in hardly a moment and he looked up.

He nodded at her and it conveyed a greeting and a command. A command to begin her session.

In one deft twist of her shoulders, she dropped the straps of her dress to her waist and shimmied herself out of it to reveal a simple set of lingerie on her. If it were a different man, she would have spent more time, exaggerate the twist of her hips a lot more, to allow him to enjoy her visually. She would have worn more elaborate lingerie, and focused more on her art of the striptease . Men are normally very visual creatures, and these would have helped get them towards ejaculation faster. This was Lao Zi, however, and she knew that these additional movements were wasted on him.

She started with her usual massage, starting with his shoulders and his back, then moving to his neck and face. She fell into a rhythm, barely aware of what she was doing. At a subconscious level it felt like she was balancing cups of water. Tightness here if she pushed it away became more relaxed but form a tightness at another spot. In the back of her mind, she was vaguely aware of her goal, of sending everything to his balls and then releasing it.

It was going well. She felt his tense muscles relax. She felt something else too. As with most clients, she could sense each man’'s preference. But this time, she felt something stronger. It was almost as if there were a third entity present there with Lao Zi and her. She could get a sense of a woman who was strong, and brimming with sexual power. As she felt Lao Zi getting aroused, his body smelled of his own musky sweet fragrance, but Clara got an additional hint of jasmine flowers too.

Taking the rise in his breathing rhythm as a sign of moving to the next stage, she went down on the floor on all fours, with her hips up high, knowing that the soft sunlight accentuated the curves of her round buttocks, and that it made her glow a warm translucent pink. With one quick flick of her fingers, she had removed her bra, and her well endowed C cupped breasts were released from their soft prison. She took one of his palms, and cupped her breast with it.

She went close to his now swollen prick. She was so close to his throbbing member she could smell his musk, and his grey pubic hair was moving to her breath. She toyed with him, and let that moment linger, her lips almost touching the head of his penis, but drew herself to his eye level, feeling his eyes on her naked body.

Clara was aware of a great difference this session compared to all the others they’ve had. More than ever, she felt that her instincts were directing her every move, and that strange third presence was more and more in control. She held his gaze and moved forward. With one hand, she was holding his face, and directing his mouth to her breast, with another, she was placing his hand around her naked hip. It wasn’t a request, it was a command. Like a soldier, he obeyed, and began licking.

(to be continued ...)

[eeemen]

Interesting and spell binding story u have here bro! You have a very unique way of writing, eloquent, soft and supple, but descriptive and engaging , I like!! . Do carry onz bro, cheers, ...................

[sovellea]

WIth each of Lao Zi’s lick, came a flash of a familiar face in her mind. It was of a woman, long-haired, powerful eyes, soft features.

With each of Lao Zi’s suck, her fingers worked on his shaft, gliding with savage force, her fingernails almost cutting him.

WIthout control, she felt her wetness swelling. She had to put all of her focus into controlling her juices.

She was projecting her image of that strong woman at him. She was no longer Clara, but Clara / Queen, and all men her subjects. She felt Lao Zi’s suction get harder, he was starting to nibble her with his teeth. The pain was mixed with waves of pleasure, and she was shuddering under it.

Her palm had tightened its hold on the head of Lao Zi’s penis and was moving at great speed now. Her rhythm was immaculately following the throbbing of his heart beat, and at each peak, her finger tips brush against the head in waves of varying strength, and she felt his defences shattering at each stroke.

The throbbing of their hearts started to match.

Dub dub .

His penis was started to spasm now, and she knew she was closer than she had ever been.

Dub dub.

WIth her free hand, she pushed Lao Zi’s head to her breast, her fingernails digging into her hair, and she felt his need grow.

Dub dub.

Time stopped.

Dub dub.

She saw a white light, and a flash of powerful eyes turning soft.

Dub dub.

She felt soft skin of a jasmine fragrance, and warmth, such warmth.

Dub dub.

Soft moonlight on flawless skin, and moans of pleasure of sin.

Dub dub.

In her mind's eye, Clara / Queen looked at herself in the mirror? And a familiar, yet different face looked back.

With a sudden jerk, Lao Zi pushed Clara back, and shouted, “Enough!” Clara was shocked by the emotional outburst almost as much as the physical one. Lao Zi had always been an immaculate pool of calm, so any display of raw emotions came as a surprise to her.

She noticed his penis was still throbbing, and a hint of precum was hanging at the tip of its head. Lao Zi was panting, beads of sweat dripping all over his naked frame. She became aware of her own exertion too. She was drenched with sweat herself.

What came as an even greater surprise was, she noticed, a hint of red eyes behind hidden tears as Lao Zi turned away.

“The money is on the table by the door. Take it,” Lao Zi said.

“Are you ok?”

“Go.”

“But …” she said.

“Go,” his reply came soft and weak.

Without an additional word, she picked up the money and left. She watched the time, it was already 1.25pm. Unanswered questions aside, she knew that this session was done.

(to be continued ...)

[sovellea]

I thought I've lost everyone with the big pause. This scene was damn tough, how to write serious stuff but still retain sexual interest? And how not to make everything obvious?



Thanks bros, for all the positive comments, and whoever gave me points!

[galore]

Fine effort. Please carry on.

[sovellea]

Chapter 2 - Questions and Answers

1.45pm, or so it says on his phone. He was slightly early. Should he ring the bell first? Or wait?

He got in fairly easily as the security guard already knew him, but getting up to her unit needed her trigger and he wasn’t sure if he was too early. What if she was serving another client up there? He knew how sensitive clientele typically are and didn’t want to make things difficult for her. It was a last minute call.

So, here we are again. He whispered to himself. He was beginning to get worried about the frequency he was coming to visit her. As required by his job, he had to visit various massage places, and ladies, but he found himself standing at Clara’s door more and more. What was the allure about Clara that made him come again and again. Come became cum in his visual imagination and he laughed inwardly at the stupid pun he made. He knew his answer without spending much time though, as he had already been playing this scene again and again for the past few weeks. She made him feel complete.

On an intellectual level, he knew that everything was professional, he was paying, she was doing his job. His balls, of course, think different, But what was worse was, he was becoming aware that at an emotional level, he could be falling for her.

She was sweet, and candid. Confident, yet demure in her own way. Each time she handled his penis, she made it seem like a first for her. She had that look on her face of innocent delight each time she made him hard for her. She made him feel happy about himself. He has stripped for his ex all those years ago, and for all the other service providers he frequented, but only Clara made him drop all his defences, and perfectly at ease even when he was naked.

So, to press the bell or not to press the bell?

Before he could finally make a decision, Clara made the decision moot by appearing behind him.

“TJ, I’m so sorry for making you wait!” In a skin tight black piece, she appeared like a breath of fresh air looking comically apologetic. She had no makeup on, TJ thought. Yet, she looked even more breathtaking than when she has it on. Her complexion was almost perfect, and her cheeks were pink with exertion. The poor girl must have ran from her car thinking she was late.

As she came forward with her key card, he noticed her body was moving naturally under her dress. She had no underwear on. Her breasts were moving freely with each step she took in her high heels. He was always a legs and ass guy however, and he was aware of every muscle in her body as she moved in her graceful way. Her buttocks were rock solid, and the tops of her ass were swaying to the rhythm of her steps in a way no other woman can.

“No worries at all, I just came,” he said. The word “came” came out in a cough. He had to stop these childish puns! Even though they happened in his head! Cough. “Head” again. He nearly laughed out loud.

“It’s just not typical for me to be coming in at the last minute like that, I am usually prepared for my clients and waiting upstairs, I’m so sorry,” she smiled sheepishly at him.

She was standing very close to him now, and he was taken by her smell. It was a familiar fragrance, but this time, there was a musky layer above it. She must have been serving another client after all. An outcall?

“Don’t worry about it, Clara. I came early, and it was my bad for calling at the last minute anyway.”

She smiled, and opened the door for him. He offered to hold the door instead. In that small scuffle over where to stand, he became painfully aware of her physical warmth, and also a little tightness in his pants when she brushed against him.

(to be continued ... )

[Coffeecans]

Waiting for more updates bro.