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  Well, perhaps just birds and squirrels, but I’m not too worried about them…

  As I sit down in a lounge chair that overlooks the scenery beyond the backyard, Ms. Fong quickly sits down on the edge of my thigh, looking as if i’m Santa Claus and she is telling me what she wants for Christmas.

  Well, a naked and thinner version of Santa, who already knows what she wants…

  As she sits on my thigh, we both look into each other’s eyes as her arms wrap around the back of my neck as we both look lustfully at each other.

  “This has been amazing so far, baby,” she tells me, right before we lean in for a kiss.

  As she pulls away and smiles at me again, I slide my fingers between her legs, sliding two fingers under her trimmed bush and into her wet box as she closes her eyes. Moments later I feel her hand wrap around my hard cock as she begins to reciprocate, both of us pleasuring the other as we sit naked on the back porch while I feel my fingers get wetter as her hand dutifully strokes my hard manhood up-and-down.

  Ms. Fong

  As his fingers play with my clit, I stroke his hard cock, feeling my pussy lips get wetter as his fingers stay jammed inside of me.

  “Mmmmm,” I moan, wishing that he would stop all this foreplay and just give me what I’ve wanted all night.

  I soon stand up and he gives me a partly quizzical look as he leaves his fingers inside of me as I stand near him.

  “What’s up, girl?”

  “I can’t wait any longer, Tom.”

  Tom

  Still withholding all of my lust that I had accumulated during dinner when I had to look, but not touch her sexy body, I glance down and watch my hard cock bob around in anticipation as she stands near me. Looking at Ms. Fong as she stands in front of me, we begin to walk together and I guide her towards the edge of the balcony, while she grabs onto the rail as she bends over and presents her backside to me. I walk up behind her, pressing her back down slightly so that her ass will jut out more.

  Looking down, I place my palm around my hard shaft in the middle, watching the veiny enlarged tip as it slides down, slowly sliding between her legs as it slides into her wet box. I begin to pull my hips back as I build up speed, the tip of my manhood exploring her tight pussy as her small hands grip the balcony rail as we go at it like something out of an adult film.

  My hands wrap around and palm her sexy cheeks while I ram her from behind, with our grunts filling the air.

  “Baby, baby, stop,” she gasps, as I abruptly stop and watch her as she turns her head towards me.

  “You’ve been too good to me tonight. It feels wrong having you fuck me like normal,” she explains, leaving something unspoken between us as a wide smirk crosses her face.

  “Sorry, I’m not following,” I reply, unsure of why she’d feel bad if we had sex after the great night we had been having so far together.

  However, moments later I understood what she was talking about and I let out a long and satisfied grunt of approval.

  Ms. Fong

  I feel the nervous energy overtake me after I suggest it, but I know that I’ve came too far now to figuratively turn back. Plus, it is something I’ve always been curious about trying throughout my life. Reaching behind myself, I feel his hard and throbbing cock fill my palm as I slide it out of my pussy and away from my pussy lips as his cock slowly ascends my body.

  I can’t believe I’m doing this...I can’t believe I’m doing this…

  I feel his hard cock slide between my butt cheeks as the tip pokes into my anus. I grip tighter on the rail, feeling him as he exhales loudly as he squeezes my hips as he rams his cock deeper into my anus. I let out a loud shriek as I feel him shove his manhood deeper inside, as the pain intensifies. I feel tears begin to run down my cheeks as he keeps stuffing me as he grunts loudly as my ass cheeks have a hard rod jammed between them as I scream louder.

  The pain is so strong, but it also feels strangely amazing to be doing this. I know that he doesn’t want to hurt me and I can feel him as he restricts the amount of himself that he sticks inside of me. I get used to the pain and feel him continue to thrust in and out as the anal sex continues. Gritting my teeth and closing my eyes, I pray that it will end soon, but at the same time I also feel strangely intrigued by it.

  “That’s enough, baby, I don’t want to hurt you,” I hear him tenderly say as he pulls his rod out of my anus and slides it back down until he is inside of my snug pussy.

  Now that he feels less guilty about how much pain I might be in, he begins to freely plow my pussy, going faster and faster as I hear his balls slap around behind me. I feel myself cum as I splash fluids all over his wet cock, moaning loudly as he continues to rail me, against the balcony rail.

  “Ooooooh, Ms. Fong,” he groans, right before he unleashes his pent-up creampie inside of me, his screaming and moaning filling the air.

  He thoroughly drains his balls and cock as all of his lust from earlier in the night comes out through the tip of his dick. His warm cum goes straight into my pussy, with no condom on to stop it as it yearns to bury itself deep inside of me.

  Tom

  As we sit outside on the foldable lounge chair in the backyard after our lovemaking session, we share the same foldable chair as we look at each other as we lay on our sides in our bathrobes.

  “This trip has been nice,” I say in an obvious understatement, as Ms. Fong giggles and smiles.

  “Yeah, I’d say. It’s been real nice,” she agrees, my hand running through her dark hair as she smiles at me.

  “Thanks so much for such nice trip,” she says, her hand running underneath my bathrobe as her hand runs over my muscular chest.

  “No problem, baby. I really love you and wanted to prove it to you.”

  I see her look away as her eyes well up with tears.

  “Is there something wrong with that?” I ask in-jest, unsure of why she is on the verge of crying.

  She looks back at me and smiles.

  “No, of course there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s just, I’ve never, I’ve never had a guy truly love me, Tom. I never felt this way about anybody before.”

  “Same with me, Ms. Fong. That’s a lot of the reason why I planned this trip. Plus, I don’t want you to get away.”

  Immediately after saying it, I worry that I might sound too desperate, and I worry about if she’ll think I’m being too forward about everything.

  “Sorry, I meant to say that…,” I try to explain.

  “Don’t worry, I don’t want to get away from you either,” she replies, winking at me with her brown eyes and cute MILF face.

  Ms. Fong

  As I look into Tom’s eyes, I realize that he is baring his heart to me, and I can tell that he is being honest. I also worry about if he’ll think I’m too clingy, but I know that I love him. But more than that, I like Tom since he makes me feel good.

  I know that I’m attractive for my age and some guys like me. I know that Tom lusts for me (which is even more obvious by how much he cums whenever we have sex), but he’s not the type to act like a caveman and brag to everyone that he’s having sex with his Asian MILF girlfriend. He’s more of the type of guy that knows it should be assumed that since we’re a couple we have sex and he wouldn’t do anything sleazy like show pictures of me in my underwear (or in the shower) to his friends. I know guys like him aren’t always easy to find and I hope that we can stay together for a long time.

  Maybe even forever?... I wonder.

  Tom

  I call Ms. Fong over to me as I stand overlooking the beautiful scenery, sensing her as she comes next to me as I lean against the rail.

  “Hey baby, what’s up?” she asks me, her brown eyes looking at me as she gives me a loving smile.

  “I just wanted to show you the lake in the distance, come here,” I say, watching as she walks in front of me and I hold her from behind as my hand slides inside of her bathrobe and I feel the skin of her flat stomach.

  “It’s a beautiful lake,
” she confirms, looking off into the distance as we both stare at it.

  Moments later I take a few steps back, leaving her as she continues to look at the lake and the surrounding area in the distance.

  As silence fills the area, she finishes looking at the lake and turns towards me, a shocked expression on her face as her eyes twinkle.

  “Oh my God, oh my God, Tom, Tom…,” she gasps, but is unable to speak clearly as her eyes brim with tears and she puts her hands together, staring in my direction.

  Ms. Fong

  “Tom, I can’t believe it, Tom. Tom, oh Tom,” I say as I put my hands up to my face and breathe heavily.

  I look down at Tom and see him with a vulnerable smile as he looks up at me.

  “Tom, this, oh my, wait, I...”

  “I think you know what I’m going to say, don’t you?”

  I give him a quick nod as I continue to look at him as he genuflects.

  “Ms. Fong, I have loved being with you every minute that we’ve been together. I apologize, but I had this all memorized, but now I’m freezing up,” he says as he continues to look at me.

  “No worry, I know what you’re saying,” I say encouragingly.

  “Ms. Fong, what I mean to say is, will you marry me?”

  I soon sit down in the nearby chair as the emotions swirl through me.

  “Yes, Tom. Oh God, yes, I will marry you.”

  I watch then as the beautiful diamond ring slides perfectly onto my finger as he puts it on delicately.

  “Oh Tom, it’s beautiful,” I say.

  Not missing a beat, he quickly replies with, “Just like you, Ms. Fong.”

  Ms. Fong

  The moments after I said yes became a blur after the wedding ring slid onto my finger. Caught up in a moment of unbridled elation, I shucked my bathrobe off and ran inside of the bungalow without a stitch of clothing on. Tom soon followed me as I heard him running behind me as I ran into the bedroom, quickly tossing the door open as I felt Tom’s arm wrap around me as he tackled me onto the bed.

  As we rolled around on the bed, our kisses grew more passionate as our hands unabashedly explored the other’s body, feeling every square inch as we felt elation, lust, and longing in a way that we never had before.

  As I looked into his eyes, I let out a small whimper, right before I declared in a throaty voice, “Let’s have hot sex, Tom.”

  Tom stared at me for a few seconds and I was unsure if I was being too forward or too caught up in the moment.

  “Sorry, I meant when we’re…,” but before I could finish, Tom playfully tackled me, pinning my head against the pillow as my black hair splayed out over it.

  “Don’t worry, that can be arranged,” Tom said with a chortle as he slid his hands under my ass and slid his hard cock between my legs as we began to make love missionary-style.

  Tom

  As I gripped onto her petite ass cheeks, I felt her arms wrap around my shoulders as I stuffed my manhood inside of her as I humped up and down on top of her. After a few minutes of it, I changed positions as I gripped onto her hips and jammed my rod deeper inside of her. Reaching down, I squeezed her perky breasts with a free hand, allowing her pebbled nipple to point up towards me as I alternated with each of her tits as I began to stretch her wider with my bareback cock.

  Closing my eyes and squeezing her tits, I steadily thrust in and out, gritting my teeth as I continued to make love to her at different angles as I listened to her steady grunts and moans.

  “Mmmm, Tom, fuck me with your big dick,” she says, knowing that when she says that it really gets me turned on.

  “Oh Ms. Fong, it feels good fucking your tight MILF pussy,” I reply, squeezing her tits harder as I look down and see that my cock is gradually going deeper inside of her.

  “Tom...Tom...Tom…,” she whines, stretching her arms out to the sides as she squeezes the mattress as she gets rammed.

  As I begin to pull back and thrust in, I go faster and deeper than I ever have before. Thrusting and plowing her as I think that maybe if I can just go in as deep as I can and as hard as I can, it’ll give her every last drop of my cum.

  Taking my hands off of her hips, I move them down so that I intertwine my fingers with hers as we both mutually squeeze hands.

  “Ooooh, Ms. Fong, I hope that...I hope that...I hope that this is going to be the start of a sex-crazed marriage,” I announce as my voice lifts at the end as I feel my body freeze up as my cum begins to transfer itself from my cock and into her pussy.

  “Give me that cum, hubbie. Give me that, cum,” she moans.

  “You’ll be a great wife, Ms. Fong,” I respond, feeling the last drops of cum leave my cock as I leave my manhood jammed as deep inside of her as it can go; My greatest fear being that my load might leak out and not stay in her.

  “Keep that big dick deep inside of me, don’t let any cum drip out,” she orders as both of our pleasure-filled sounds fill the bedroom.

  THE END

  Book # 3: The MILF Banker

  Charles

  As I saw her standing there, waiting for me to approach her line, I got nervous. She was a tall and sexy Asian MILF and I was instantly attracted by her assertive demeanor. I myself am a shy and, well, let’s be blunt, nerdy white guy who has never had an actual girlfriend. I realize that I am only 18-years-old, but I still yearn to have a girlfriend.

  I am tall, have brown hair and green eyes, I wear glasses, I wear my pants to my waist, and I also am thin. I tried the makeover approach in the past but it didn’t work. I was just the same nerdy guy, but everyone saw that I was the same nerd deep down...

  As I look at her as she stands behind the banker’s desk, my eyes are drawn to her ample, round, porcelain-toned breasts, while her cleavage is on display. I’m sure that her outfit violates the company’s dress code, but at this point, I’m too intrigued to file a complaint.

  Which for me would be sending a letter and mailing it out to the faceless corporate office, ensuring that I didn’t have to risk direct arguments by any upset employees.

  As she turns around to retrieve something off of the desk behind her, I watch her bend over as her blouse creeps up above her skirt and I am treated to the sight of a blue thong as she bends over to get what she needs. She soon finds it and grabs it, right before she turns back around and gives me a forced polite smile.

  Something else to add to the complaint, perhaps inform them that she didn’t wear her beltline adequately above her underwear. That is, I’ll do it if she doesn’t provide good customer service, I add.

  “Hi, my name is Fu. Stacy Fu,” she says in introduction and I assume she is channeling her inner-female James Bond. “How can I help you?” she asks, her middle-aged Asian face staring at me as I quickly notice that she doesn’t have a ring on either finger (or the one ring that truly counts).

  “Umm, hello, my name is Charles. Yes, you may assist me. I would like inquire about your current rates on saving accounts.”

  “Alright, anything else?” she asks as she looks at me with a smirk.

  “No, thank you. That will be all,” I say as she tells me the current interest rate, before adding, “But I doubt a young man like you would have enough money anyways to earn any true interest off of it.”

  “Well, you’d be surprised by how much money I’d be depositing into it,” I bluffed.

  “No, I wouldn’t,” she quickly replied and I was unsure if she was saying that to take a jab at me or if she had simply seen a lot of deposits in her professional lifetime.

  “Well, you never know,” I responded lamely as she just looked at me as she sat in her sexy outfit, with her brown eyes staring into mine as I felt myself breathe heavier.

  “Anything else I can help you with, kid ?” she asks.

  ‘Kid’? Did she just call me ‘kid’? I think as I am tempted to stand up for myself and ask her to show more professionalism, but in the end I just thank her for her time and say that I’ll go to the ATM later to withdraw some money to
open the account.

  Charles - At Home

  And that is why I feel you should give your employee, Stacy Fu, some workplace training on professionalism, since she referred to me as ‘kid’.

  I look at the last sentence of the letter I have written to the out-of-state corporate office and I feel butterflies in my stomach. The butterflies aren’t out of fear, but rather giddiness and nervousness. As I read through the letter one more time, I pause and exhale deeply, right before I crumple the letter up and throw it in the trash. As I stare at the trash can with the letter in it, I realize that deep down I didn’t care at all about her calling me ‘kid’; I had cared that I chickened out and didn’t ask her out on a date like I had really wanted to do.