My Co-worker Banong

This is only author’s fantasy intended for matured readers:

I was working in an office as the Sales Manager when a new director came to work for the same company. My job involved traveling to meet clients at their offices and occasionally my director would come to the meetings as well.

As time passed our relationship became closer and I was unhappy with my  boyfriend and unsatisfied with his love-making I did begin to fantasize about  Banong. One day we arrived at a customer’s parking area before our scheduled meeting and we were talking casually in the car. I reached into the back seat for my briefcase – an act that twisted me sideways-on to him with my face quite close to his. He took the opportunity to take my face in his hands and he kissed me tenderly on the lips. I was surprised but also pleased and responded to this first kiss. Not surprisingly he pushed his tongue into my mouth and as I became more aroused I did the same to him. One of his hands was caressing the front of my blouse and no doubt he could feel my erect nipples.

The car park was, however a little bit too public for my liking and I reluctantly pushed his hand away from my breasts and suggested that we go into our meeting. He needed a couple of minutes for his fairly obvious erection to subside and during that time he suggested that we might take things further. A suggestion to which I readily agreed.

After the meeting we were driving back to our office (in his car) when he put his hand on my knee, I offered no resistance and he slid his hand up under my skirt and caressed my legs getting ever closer to my crutch. I slid down in my seat and spread my legs as far as I could.

He soon realized that I was wearing stockings and suspenders and this excited him even more. He rubbed my nylon-clad legs and played with the naked flesh at the top of my thighs. I opened my legs as wide as possible and he was soon rubbing the front of my white panties, eventually he pulled them to one side and I felt one and then two fingers probing the entrance to my wet pussy. It was heaven and extremely arousing. I was rubbing the back of his neck and moaning with pleasure but was unable to climax.

He suggested that we go back to his flat, I hope I wasn’t too eager in agreeing to this. In his flat I removed my jacket and sat on the sofa, he came over and sat beside me and our mouths were soon locked together, tongues down each others throats. He had my blouse open to the waist and lifted up my bra to expose the 36DDs. He was fondling, licking and sucking them whilst sliding his hand back up my skirt. I had unbuttoned his shirt and was playing with his nipples.

He undid the cuffs of my blouse and slipped it off, I leant forward and he unclipped my bra and removed it, I put my head back and he really got to work on my breasts and nipples, he slid to the floor and I opened my legs wide and lifted my skirt up to my waist to give him access to my wet panties and even wetter cunt. My panties were soaked in my juices and he pulled them to one side and once again I felt his fingers slide into me. He was finger fucking me for a while before he got me to stand up in front of him. He was kneeling on the floor and unzipped and unbuttoned my skirt and pulled it down to the floor. I stepped out of it and he took hold of both sides of my panties and pulled them down. He was then able to get three fingers into me as well as licking my clit that was by this time in need of a good tonguing – which it got. I had never felt so sexually aroused in all my life but I was unable to orgasm, much to my disappointment. I managed to get Banong  onto his feet and between his passionate kissing and fondling of my horny body persuaded him to take me to his bedroom. He guided me through the doorway and took the opportunity to have a really good grope of my ass, I paused to let him do it!

I walked across to the bed and laid down, opening my legs to let him see my wet and eager cunt, he dropped his trousers and underpants to reveal (not surprisingly) a nice big rock hard erection about eight inches long and reasonably thick. I knew that I was in for a good time! He came over to the bed and laid beside me, his hands were all over me and my hands were all over his muscular chest and neck. I knew what he wanted so I slid down his body, rubbed his prick between my breasts, then licked along the length of his shaft to the tip. I looked up, his face was a picture as I slowly lowered my mouth onto his manhood. He groaned and pushed the lot into my mouth. I proceeded to suck and lick this offering but was also careful not to send him over the top, I wanted his load somewhere else!

Before long he moved aside and then it was my turn. I was now able to open my legs fully and  Banong took his opportunity, he licked between my thighs and then around my cunt lips. By the time he touched my clit I was almost on the point of orgasm. In no time at all I came, and when I say I came I mean I had a really intense orgasm that lasted ages -it just went on and on. As I came down from my peak I felt his tongue deep inside my vagina – he told me afterwards that I had released so much love-juice that he was able to lick it out of me.

We lay side by side for a while, his erection sticking into my thigh, he started to finger fuck me again and every few seconds he would offer his fingers to me – I sucked my own juices from his fingers like a slut. I was so excited by all of this that I was gagging for sex and I told him to get on with it. I had condoms in my handbag, he also had bought some and they were in his bedside cabinet drawer but I was far too excited to bother with a condom and said that I was protected (a lie), but I actually wanted to have him take me unprotected – a real cream-pie slut.

Banong didn’t need asking twice, he rolled on top of me and I guided his prick between the swollen lips of my cunt. Not surprisingly he penetrated his full seven inches with his first thrust. God, was I in heaven, he was laying on top of me and thrusting in and out, I was raising my hips and sliding to meet him, I had another orgasm that must have nearly pulled his prick off. He stopped fucking me and as my climax subsided I began to wonder why he hadn’t come – after all, I was making a hell of a noise and having a hell of an orgasm on his prick as well!

I was putty in his hands and at his suggestion I turned over and presented my ass to him. He entered my cunt again and I got another damn good fucking, doggy fashion is my favorite position and I had at least another two or three orgasms although not as intense as previously. In the end I slumped on the bed, he rolled me over and started again, this time however there was more urgency about him, I rubbed and tweaked his nipples, he had his tongue down my throat and then biting around my neck and breasts Finally he started to groan and I felt him start to come inside me. This set me off again and I came as well, as my climax subsided once again I realized that he was still coming, my womb was filling up with all his spunk. Eventually his contractions stopped and as his erection died down he slipped out of me.

We lay together for a few minutes kissing and caressing each other. Eventually I got up to go to the bathroom – my crutch and thighs were soaked in cunt juice and his come. I cleaned myself up and after a drink and more kissing and groping he took me home. I had to go straight to the bathroom again as his come was still running out of me – a good job my boyfriend was playing cricket that evening.

This was the first time, needless to say there were more occasions when we had sex and some of them were mind-blowing – especially when I had sex with Banong and his golfing partner but that is another story.

Loss Weight and have a Good Sex

This is only author’s fantasy intended for matured readers:

I e-mailed Cocoy and asked him how he defined Sex,

According to him SEX is supposed to be fun and make you feel good. So if you don’t like what’s being offered to you, don’t accept it, because if you do, before you know it you’ll have an unwanted collection of disappointments and resentments cluttering up your relationship.

I asked him because I have not had sex in almost ten years and I am desperate. About ten years ago, my husband left me for another women and I cried and ate everything. Then, I woke up and realized that I had gained one hundred pounds, which only depressed me more and so I ate lots more and I gained twenty more pounds. How do you come back from 120 pounds?
In recent years, I’ve realized that I am invisible to men. I know that I am invisible to men because about six months ago, I started frequenting “alternative video (I hate the word porn) stores.” While I search through the infinite titles, I hear the screams and moans of a woman experiencing unbearable pleasure. It comes from the room beyond the little wooden door marked “DVD Rental Room with Couch.” The screams are un-nerving, but that little room is always very busy. Don’t get me wrong, I think the men in these places are sick and if any one of them approached me, I’d probably be weirded out. But not all of them appear to be freaks, ya know? Some of them look respectable. Some of them look like someone that I would date if we were not in an “alternative video store.” But, they don’t even look at me. I might as well be one of the mannequins. I take that back, the men do stop and gawk at the scantily lingerie clad mannequins by the door.

I don’t want to watch people having sex. I would really like to have sex with someone who loves me. I want to be touched and held. I want to stand in the middle of the floor and yell, “Don’t go in there! I will scream and moan for you! I want to be held! I haven’t had sex in ten years! Why would you rather sit in a dark room watching a woman who is feigning pleasure when you could have a woman who wants to give you real pleasure?” But I don’t because I’m fat and I am invisible. When I look in the mirror, I am unrecognizable. I just keep searching for the right title, the right picture on the DVD box while trying to ignore the screaming.

Women always want to know where the men are. Well, I know where a good many of them are every other Sunday afternoon. They are in a little dark room pleasuring themselves to a DVD when there is a real woman right outside of the little wooden door.

Again, I don’t enjoy going to the store, but I cannot muster up the motivation to go to the gym. Every time I think of losing all of this weight, I just think it’s hopeless and pick up another donut. I know why I don’t have a man. I do not take care of my appearance. I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, and I don’t do drugs. Eating is my hobby.

I know it’s degrading to women, but hey, I don’t have anything else or no other way to release myself. Yes, I acknowledge that I am a traitor to women. So, I stand in the middle of video store, every other Sunday afternoon, with people I consider perverts and I have become a pervert as well. Matter of fact, I think that I am becoming addicted to porn. I don’t know what I am supposed to do. I would just like someone to love me.

I started to loss weight.enrolled at Jenny Craig after almost a year I became sexy and beautiful again.The handsome guy I meet on Sunday mass,maybe Jesus answered my prayer,He invited to a piano concert.I  arrived some thirty minutes before the concert and took my seat; I asked the usher if I was too early, as there was not one other person there. The usher assured me that I was at the right place, at the right time. My eyes fell upon the magnificent grand piano on the centre of the stage. I have always wanted to play on a grand piano—the vibrations of the strings are much deeper, the sound is richer and more explosive especially when played by a master.

I sat patiently and waited, but the draw of the grand piano on stage was overwhelming. My whole body ached as I sat resisting going up on the stage. The usher was nowhere to be found. The temptation deep inside me was irresistible. I quietly walked on the stage and began to play a Sonata that I had learned so many years ago. I must say, the sound produced was so very deep and rich as I had imagined; the keys moved under my fingers with such ease. I was entranced by this novel experience. I did not even notice that the sound was that much richer as I had been joined by the master pianist himself. I felt his strong yet soft hands massaging my neck and back. As I continued to play the piano I noted a marked difference in the drama of the music I was producing, as it reflected the beginning of pleasure that I felt as my neck, shoulders were melting.

Deep inside me I felt my pussy become hot, ripe and juicy moist. As he encouraged me to continue to play, his lips and tongues graced my neck enveloping my body in his seductive warmth. As his hands unbuttoned my silk blouse, he caressed my breasts and in reflecting the beat and movement of the music he tapped, twisted and squeezed my nipples producing a response in me that was ecstatic. His lips and tongue proceeded to move towards my exposed breasts. The rhythm of the music was felt in me deeply as the master sweetly sucked my nipples. Such a soothing, electric feeling I had not experienced before—the music and the master’s lips and tongue were creating an incredibly deep sense of pleasure at my breasts and throughout my body. Pleasure was through my body. I was drowning in deeper and deeper pleasure. With the increasing erotic sensation that penetrated my body, the music became more dynamic. I was reproducing an extraordinary version of the same Sonata that I had once learned; the pianist asked if he could accompany me. He commented that this would be a duet like no other.

What happened next took me by surprise, but also by delight. The master untied my wrap around skirt and let it fall around the piano bench. He moved in front of me and spread my legs gently wide open with his hands as his fingers ran up my inner thighs and as he approached my pussy, he stimulated my clitoris by rubbing it with his soft fingers. He once again raised the level of pleasure running through my body as his warm tongue licked and sucked my clitoris. The music I was now playing was like none I had ever imagined before. He then carefully placed me on his lap positioning his cock so that it could slide into my hot slit. His masterful hands joined with me as we created yet another version of the same sonata. He thrust his hips towards and into me at the beginning of each new bar of music.

The increasing ecstasy that this experience created within us was intensely dynamic. We swayed, moved and were both becoming lost in the increasing pleasure we both enjoyed. I heard his deep groans with each gyration as his cock thrust against my slit. I was absolutely desirous of inspiring him. I slipped off his lap and lowered his trousers; the engorged head of his cock was inviting me to partake. As I stroked his rod with my fingers, it was as if I was playing a crescendo on the piano. My handworks at his cock stopped as I could not resist but to envelope his head into my mouth as it was oozing with pearls of pre-cum. I felt his throbbing head and rod in my mouth. I licked and gently sucked his head, with my tongue probing his hole to enjoy each drop of pre-cum. With my lips and tongue I stroked his long rod.

We both enjoyed the pleasure of giving and receiving. The music that he was playing seduced me even more as I sucked him, drawing his cock deeper into my mouth as the music became louder and more powerful, and yet more dynamic. I sucked his cock long and deep in my hot mouth. I played his organ as if playing an instrument. His music was explosive in nature and I could feel the incredible dynamics flowing through his body as I enjoyed pleasuring him. As the music climaxed, so did the master. I enjoyed the sweet taste of his cum as it came forth exploding into my mouth. I continued to suck him deeply as I sensed that there was yet a second higher climax to come again. We were producing a beautiful mix of music and ultimate pleasure. The master was playing beyond all levels of sensory enjoyment and the music was capitulated by a second deeper orgasmic explosion of cum—so sweet, so awesome, so totally sensually cataclysmic.

As we both were enjoying this act we did not notice that slowly people were entering the hall. The music that was created was extraordinaire. We could not resist climaxing together. Oblivious to those entering and without hesitation I was laid across the grand piano and he entered my wet cunt and motioned through my body with such depth and strength, his cock still so hard and totally engorged was pounding me deeply. We enjoyed the solitude of our world on the stage oblivious to all else. Each movement was extraordinary as we both felt so deeply lost in each other. At the peak of our shear enjoyment we orgasm together—we screamed, moaned and enjoyed a deep long endless orgasm. The feeling was like no other ever. The master pianist’s cock remained hard and he continued to play and pleasure my G spot—I climaxed a multiplicity of times, each time such a high plateau. He shared in the continued ecstasy ringing through my body as it reverberated deeply in me. My cunt was throbbing as was his cock. He increased the momentum of the music that was playing only in our ears and continued harder and deeper. This ecstatic composition of music, exposition of sensuality, and expression of sexuality was one shared only by our two bodies, minds and souls as we became like one instrument for a glorious moment in time.

Anak ka ng Hostess-2

Ikalawang kabanata.

Oooyy, anak ka ng hostess at iniwan ng ama. Sino ba talaga ang tatay mo? Iyan ang madalas na marinig ko sa mga kalaro kong bata.Madalas ay nasasapok ko si Utoy na hari ng pintasero kahit matanda siya sa akin ng dalawang taon,pero mas malaki at malakas ako kesa sa kanya. “Lampa ka pala Utoy” ang madalas kung kantiyaw sa kanya kapag nasasaktan siya at humahagulgol ng iyak pati paa kumakaykay sa lupa.”Sumbong kita sa nanay ko” sabay uwi ng bahay ang kawawang lampa.

Mabait naman si Utoy na bunsong anak sa labing apat na naging supling nina Mang Karding at Teri. Malakas talaga ang hatak ng libog ni Mang Karding kahit na patpatin si aling Teri na kadalasan ay may subong tabakong kulay itim at nasa loob ng bunganga niya ang nakasindi at sabay dura naman ng nakakadiri kapag hugutin na niya ang sinisigarilyo.Kapag may padasal sa amin na anibersario ng pagkamatay ng tiyahin ko na nakababatang kapatid ni nanay lahat ng angkan nila ay pumupunta kulang na lang ang pusa dahil nakabuntot din ang maitim nilang asong kalye na galisin.Napakain daw ng mongo kaya ginalis ang sabi ni Corazon na sinundan ni Utoy.Naghihikahos sila sa buhay dahil nangangahoy lang sa bundok ang pinagkakakitaan ni Mang Karding kasama ang apat na anak niyang lalaki na hindi nakagraduate ng elementary.Kung kaya na siguro ni Utoy na umayat sa parang ng bundok baka isinaman na rin sa pangangahoy.Hindi pa kaya ni Utoy.Ang kamisita nga niya na halos dalawang lingo bago palitan ay puno ng pinatuyong uhog sa magkabilang balikat at niluluga pa ang taenga.Dumidistansya ako kapag lumalapit siya dahil nahihilo ako sa baho kahit bagong paligo pa siya sa ilog.Kaya madalas niya akong asarin na anak ng hostess dahil ayaw kong makipaglaro sa kanya.

Gusto kung makalaro si Baste,kaso pinagbabawalan siya ng kanyang ina na pupunta sa bahay namin dahil nakagalit ni lolo Pendoy ang tatay niyang mayabang.Sinita ni Lolo si Badong dahil nanunungkit siya ng bunga ng mangga ng hindi nagpapaalam.Pati alagang manok ni Lolo na nag tresspassing sa bakuran nila ay aangkinin na nila.Kapag nakaamoy na si Lolo ng ginigisang bawang nalulungkot at nagagalit na siya dahil hindi na babalik si bulik at kanaway.May hitsura si Baste mabuti na lang at hindi nakuha ang kapangitang hitsura ng ama na bukod sa saksakan ng itim ay makapal pang masyado ang labi.Gusto ko sanang makalaro si Baste dahil lagi siyang pinapalo ng kinayas na kawayan ni Badong.Hindi naman magawang ipagtangol ni Tasing dahil baka pati siya ay mapalo.Ayun sa kuwento ni Lola bakit ganoon na lang kung parusahan ni Badong si Baste,dahil ang pinangalingan niyang similya ay sa matandang binata sa karatig barrio na walang asawa.Binilhan daw ng bistida at tsinelas at kaunting kuarta kaya nalaglag ang panty ni Tasing at sinubuan ng saging na saba.Kitang-kita naman talaga ang ebendensya na may kaputian ang kulay ng balat ni Baste kahit hindi na gamitan ng Tide at clorox.

Itutuloy sa susunod na kabanata.

Anak ka ng Hostess

Simula pa ng pagkabata ay bantog na sa aming munting barrio na si Kimuchi ay isang anak ng hostess at hanggang duungan lang daw ng barko sa may US Naval Base ang naabot ng tingin ng aking mahal na ina ng umalis ang aking ama na tuluyan ng hindi bumalik ng nag “Sayonara”

Hindi lang si Rose na star ng mananayaw ang nalumbay sa pag “Good Bye my Love” ng  very big and very long na barko ng US Navy ng Hapon. Isa, dalawa,tatlo, apat, hanggang sa umabot na sila  ng  libo ang Rosang may  tangan ng panyo na iniwawagay sa kanilang mga palsong irog na ng “Adios my Love, I’ll wait for you in America” Hmmmppp,Tsup! Tsup! Tsup!… Hangang sa tuluyan ng naglaho ang mga barko na sinakyan ng aking amang matangos ang ilong. Nag-iiyakan na rin ang mga pinabrika nilang mga bata sa pier ng Gapo at nagtatanong sa musmos nilang isipan, “Daddy, when are you coming back?”Mga iba ay natutuwa lalo na iyung mga naubuso nila. “GI don’t come back” Just send us dollars. Haaay buhay parang life talaga.

Hindi dinibdib ni Rose ang pagkawala ng aking ama kahit na batid kong nasaktan ang damdamin niya at nag-iwan pa ng pabigat na padededehin.Mabuti na lang at ako lang mag-isa, di tulad ng Ninang ko na lahat yata ng klaseng lahi ay nagpa-breeding.

Those old good days are over at nagpasiya si Rose na magbalikbayan sa probinsya, habang ako naman ay kanyang bibnibreastfeed sa sinasakyan ng Victory Liner at binubusuhan ng conductor at katabi niyang pasahero sa upuan.Kahit lumuwa pa ang kanilang mata na naka laser sa suso ni nanay ay bale wala na sa kanya,sana’y na yata siya at iyun ang pinagpipistahan ng mga manyakis sa club. Hindi na nila kailangan bumili ng ladies drinks para nakawan ng sulyap ang dating masigla at tayong suso niya na magsisimula ng lumaylay sa kadedede ko.Nagtitipid ang nanay ko, Ano ba kayo? Wala na siyang kikitaing dolyar pambili ng Similac formula. Pagdating namin sa probinsya hindi na gaanong masasaid ang dibdib ni nanay at manunumbalik sa dating susong dalaga.May dalawang baka at isang kalabaw si lola kahit isang galon na fresh milk pa ang sususuhin ko.

Tuwang-tuwa si Lola Ensiang ng una  niya akong makita napakagandang “baby doll” daw na gumagalaw at humihinga, di tulad ng manika ni Nana Mitang na tinutusok niyang emberdible at karayom na ikinagagalit naman ni albularyong Isko kapag ayaw na niyang tusukin,wala na siyang tatapalan ng dahon ng banaba. Nagpaturo pa siya sa inaanak niya sa binyag na maestra ng english para ako’y kanyang ihili at ayaw padapuan sa langaw at lamok.Pati sa lolo kong hikain ay ayaw niya akong ipakarga at ipahalikan magagasgas raw ng kanyang balbas ang aking kutis. Ang dating matamis na pagmamahalan nila na niluma ng panahon kahit na minsan hindi sila nag-away at nagkasagutan,ng ako ang dumating madalas na silang nagtatalo at ako ang kanilang pinag-aagawan.Kahit na malayo sa bahay kubo namin ang inaararong bukid ni Lolo Pendoy ay bumbalik siya kapag narinig na niya akong umiyak at iuugay-ugay sa ginawa niyang rattan na duyan.

Nagkaroon na ng panahon si nanay at bumalik na ang dating lantak niya na Rosa sa kanyang hilig sa pananahi ng uniforme ng mga nag-aaral sa high school, mga suki niyang nagpapatahi ng mga bestida,pang kasal at pati na rin susuutin ng patay na may kaya.Kumuha kasi siya ng dressmaking sa Guzman Institute at mayroon siyang diploma na nakalaminate na nakasabit naman sa sawali ng maliit na sala at kapag umuupo ang mga bisita sa bangkong kawayan sa diploma ni Rosa sila nakatingin.Iyung ang tanging ipinagmamalaki niya na mayroon siyang natapos.Ng dahil sa kursong iyun ay magaang ang pamumuhay namin.Pinatigil  ni nanay si Lolo Pendoy sa pag-aararo at kasya na namin pang gastos sa araw-araw ang kinikita  sa pananahi ng trahe de boda ng nobya. Halos lahat ng ikakasal sa simbahan siya ang nananahi.Minsan nasilip ko si nanay na umiiyak habang isinusukat niya ang pinakamagandang obra niyang trahe.Sa tuwing siya ay nalulungkot ganoon lagi ang kanyang ginagawa na nagpapasaya sa kanya. Naitanong ko tuloy kay lola ng mga limang taon na ako kung nasisiraan na ba ng bait ang aking mahal na ina.

Itutuloy

Ako si Kimuchi

Ako si Kimuchi hilig kong mang-asar lalo na sa mga guapo at macho,inspire akong makipag-usap at makipagkuwentuhan sa matatalino at makakapal ang pitaka lalo na kapag pinapakain ako ng libre. Hindi ako makakatagal dito sa mundo lalo na kapag walang kausap,mabuburyong ako . Napakahilig ko talagang mang-asar,sabi nga ng aking lola na maluwag daw ang turnilyo ko sa ulo. Kilala na ako sa lugar namin na syota ng bayan kaya hindi ako nawawalan ng boylets . On the other hand, maraming babae ang galit sa akin. Hindi ko sila masisi dahil most of them have boyfriends na naloko sa akin.Ipinapakulam nga nila ang beauty ko.Ty three na ko ngayon at natapos ng magcollege. Mestisa ako dahil ang walanghiya kong ama ay isang sundalo ng amerkano sa gapo na hindi na nagpakita sa nanay ko matapos niyang mabuntis.At ako iyun na nilayasan niya.Hinahanap ko pa rin siya hanga ngayon at lahat ng nasasalubong kung kakulay ng radish ay tinatanong ko kung kilala nila ang nanay ko na naging mananayaw sa club ng Magsaysay drive.Wala kasing naitago ang bilyas kong ina na larawan ng aking ama,basta’t ang sabi na lang sa akin ay maputi at matangos ang ilong. Amerkano nga talaga ang hinayupak na nang-iwan sa akin.Kapag magkita kami ay pupulbusin ko ang dibdib niya.Hinanap ko na siya sa nursing home dahil sa tantiya ko ay mahigit na siyang 65 years old.Sana mayroon siyang malaking ari-arian para may mamanahin naman ako.Di bale ng mamatay na siya kapag napirmahan na niya ang inheritance para sa akin para hindi na siya magpapa-alaga sa akin.Kausapin naman ninyo ako bago ako matuluyan sa mental.HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIH>

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