Occupy Movement Singapore: Three Complete Novels

by CJ Tan

We got through the date, made it to my place, turned to each other, and almost caused bruises on our lips because we were so hot for each other we just couldn't wait any longer. She whipped my top off over my head.

  I flipped the sign on the Hotel 81 door of from 'Please Tidy Up The Room' to 'Do Not Disturb'; she closed the vertical blinds and smiled to herself. The copulation was only minutes away.

  When she unbuttoned her shirt, her breasts were real small like pathetic. These two little birds maybe hiding from a wind. I didn’t like looking at her without her clothes on like that. It got me kind of jittery. She was being too forward.

  Without looking at her small breasts, I scrutinized her trim figure and tight ass as she sashayed down the sidewalk on her high-heels.

 

  Sienna thinks I am a little timid john who needs some encouragement so she tried to tease me seductively.

  "Fuck; I'd like to help myself to some of that!" She doesn’t seem to mind that I talked dirty to her. Women like her are trash and loved to be manhandled.

 

  The women employees of the Suman’s office adhered to a strict dress code. They wore navy-blue skirts, white blouses, flesh-toned hosiery and black pumps. In winter they wore matching navy-blue jackets. Being good girls they were elegantly coiffured and wore heavy makeup and lots of jewellery; they left behind trails of exotic perfume as they strutted around the bank attending to business.

 

  I stared at her ass: Sienna's curved and taut. She wore varying shades of flesh-toned pantyhose and black high-heels. Her exotic perfume mingled with the smell of fear and wafted up from her body.

 

  "Who's going first?" Sienna asked teasingly.

 

  "You go; I'll watch."

 

  "Ok. Let you see my money maker!" She grinned impatiently. "Watch,"

  The woman slowly lifted her skirt and I watched appreciatively as the hems of the navy-blue skirt crept up the legs. She wore tan thigh-high hold-up stockings and the lace trimmed elasticised welts dug into the white flesh of her thick thighs. She raised her skirt higher revealing a pair of red satin full-cut panties with a small bow in the centre of the waistband.

  "This behaviour is sinful and God will punish you for it!" she exclaimed. This woman is so drama.

 

  "Well I believe God helps them that helps themselves," I commanded and bellowed in my loud voice "Shut the fuck up and show me your dirty pillows!"

  Sienna was scared this time and looked at me for a second. My expression wore the look of an army commander. She liked it. Liked it when I talked obscenities and treated her like a bitch she was.

 

  Her attractive face was heavily made up with dark mascaraed eyes, rouged cheeks and ruby red lips. Her face was framed by a brunette bob with burgundy highlights through it. She had small soft breasts that thrust out the front of her white satin blouse.

  My calloused hand slid up her legs, rasping on her pantyhose, and then disappear under her skirt and fondle her buttocks through her panties. From the way she moaned in ecstasy, I knew her husband hadn't touched her that way in years.

  Poh Quee was quite content as the postal worker of XingPost and despite the revulsion she felt at being commanded and ordered by me she had to admit she felt a tingle of excitement when I squeezed her ass.

  She looked at my crotch again but still couldn't see anything. She started groping and sucking on my nipples.

  Initially, she had a great method of suggesting sex, getting me excited, and telling me to do the Pretzel. Apparently, the Pretzel is the best way to hit her G-spot. You kneel and straddle her left leg while she’s lying on her left side. From here, she would bend her right leg around the right side of your waist—allowing full access to her vagina. She said that this setup gives you complete access to her clitoris for manual stimulation.

  With that suggestion, I whipped my pants and light grey boxer briefs down. She stared at my dick. Her mouth dropped open.

  "That's it!?" She said as she busted out laughing.

  My face flamed. I was paying for forgetting to tell you that I was small. I forgot for just a few seconds how small I was and how big she expected me to be.

  When I finally calmed down and caught my breath I said "What do you expect?!"

  I was doing an almost full body blush, so embarrassed. But my little dick was still hard...her laughing even seemed to have made it harder.

  She told me, "Well I guess it'll be easy to suck you off". She said between giggles, “You were just too tiny to do me any good. No need condom! No condoms will fit you unless I cut the condom into half!"

  Furious, I took her by the hand and dragged her into the bed; her heels slipping on the polished floor. For a second, she was caught by surprise at my violent nature. She sobbed and balked at the rough yanking.

 

  I pushed her face down over the pillow and positioned myself behind her. The girl was whimpering and at first I thought she was talking gibberish but then he realised she was praying. This time, I laughed and kicked her feet as far apart as the hem of her tight skirt would allow.

 

  "Just don’t use your fist to fuck me, use your small dick." she begged. “That way, I won’t get hurt.”

 

  Small dick?! Small dick?! All my life, all the men have laughed at me for my small dick, whether I was in the army or at the urinal! I was getting really furious with her now. Whatever I lacked in length, I would compensate for speed and agility and high frequency of my thrusting.

 

  "Hot Damn!" I groaned and pushed the bulge hard against Sienna tight ass.

 

  She sobbed and prayed at the same time, asking all of the saints in heaven to save her. I didn't give a shit about her pleas and prayers; he just needed a fuck to get even with this cheap slut.

 

  "Shut up bitch or I'll tape your mouth," I grunted in response.

 

  I positioned myself between her legs and pushed against her thighs to hold her in place and pressed her torso back down on the pillow. I roughly pulled the gusset of Sienna's panties to one side to expose her pubis. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, I could feel the stubble on his fingers as I groped her cunt.

 

  She screamed when I used my hand to slap her across the face.

 

  "Noooooooooooooo!!!!!"

 

  Sienna was quivering with fright and revulsion; praying for salvation and cursing herself for tempting me. I ignored her and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her vagina.

 

  I pushed forward and the head of penis was immediately constricted by Sienna’s hymen. My cock pushed against Sienna’s hymen and then he thrust forward hard until there was the sound of my things slapping against Sienna’s butt-cheeks. She howled.

 

  "Oh my God; it hurts! Slowly!!! She whimpered.

 

  That’s the way to do it. Although I have a micro-penis, I made sure that my thrusting was rock-hard solid until the sound of “Thack” flesh slapping can be heard with each thrust. Each thack would mean that my pubis knocking real hard against her buttcheeks. Enough to do physical damage to her buttocks. Sienna felt the man clawing at her buttocks and thighs as his penis quivered and throbbed inside her.