Sunny, age 24, has a little secret. All of her friends and family regard her as the unassuming and excitable little Asian girl who works a respectable job. However, behind her goofy smile hides an insatiable goddess in the sack. A very eager girl who is willing to try anything once, Sunny loves nothing more than giving – and receiving – pleasure. Interests include lengthy blowjobs, meeting interesting people, and cuddling.
These are her TRUE stories. Part of our new NSFW section on Amped Asia. All about sex sex sex.
First impressions always count, or at least, that was what was drilled into me at a very young age. Don’t look sloppy! Sit up straight! Dress decently! Don’t shake someone’s hand while cock is still in your mouth! An obvious side product of these aggressive lessons is that most people wouldn’t expect me to be the ravenous succubus I truly am, when first meeting me. However, in spite of this, I quickly made my mind up about Michael – a gentlemanly film finance associate I met off a dating site, with an affinity for white wine and Mahler. He only ever took me to ‘proper’ restaurants, kept a respectful distance when standing or walking with me, and never let me foot the bill unless I insisted.
He had kissed me goodbye the last time we saw each other and he imperceptibly pulled away when I flicked my tongue against his lips, so I figured he was a slow starter when it came to fucking. Fair enough, I thought, I wouldn’t want to force anyone to do anything they didn’t want to. But that meant I had no expectations for sex anytime soon, and you know when you read a Sunny article, that can only mean one thing.
Our third date was no different from our previous encounters. We dined, drank and had light-hearted conversations about work, family and current affairs. Michael suggested we head to a popular pub after, but I wasn’t expecting it to be quite so busy for a Tuesday night. I was literally nose-to-chest with everyone inside and I had to hold on to the crook of Michael’s arm to help squeeze my way forward. I was quite aware of my tits rubbing up against Michael’s side as I was being jostled back and forth by the more rowdy patrons. I bit my lip as I felt my nipples hardening through my shirt and brushed it off, figuring he wouldn’t have felt it through his suit jacket. But as he leaned forward to order our drinks, I felt his hand slide from my hip towards the bottom of my skirt. I was so hungry and eager, that little motion perked my pussy up and I felt my lips grow heavy as they swelled in anticipation. The feeling of anonymous bodies pushing and pressing up against and behind me while feeling his fingers trace up my inner thigh under my skirt was almost too much.
When his fingers grazed against me, he looked back at me with a slightly raised eyebrow, which could only have translated to, “No underwear? You dirty fucking bitch.”
Hell, I was so turned on at this point; the feeling of my skin-tight skirt brushing against my bare pussy was enough to make me want to cum right there. His fingers didn’t stay long though, he lightly flicked my clit as I almost buckled under his hand, but he decided to deny me just a little bit longer. I almost whined aloud when he gave me my drink and took me outside the pub for a bit of air.
We never talked about what occurred while we were sipping our drinks. The night was definitely taking on a different tone, though. It was suddenly more electric – I could feel the hairs on my skin starting to stand on end, even my vision was growing sharper. I knew the night wasn’t going to close with me stepping into a cab on my own. I squeezed my legs together. Michael started to gulp down his drink.
We decided to take a stroll in the cool night air to walk off the drinks. The streets were relatively empty, one passerby or two here and there. We made a left turning down an empty street: residential houses as far as the eye could see.
“Oh. Why, there’s nothing here.” An unnecessarily dull statement like that would have normally gone unregistered in my mind, but somehow it was dripping with enough sexual tension and innuendo that it set every fibre of my being on fire. I turned round to speak but his lips had already found mine, and my brain ceased all activity. His mouth hungrily parted my lips open, and his fingertips were hot against my skin as he pulled my hips against his body. When I felt his hardness straining against his trousers, I whimpered into his mouth as electric shocks of desire assaulted my pussy. Fuck, I needed him right there and then. He backed me into the scaffolding of the incomplete building and pushed me up against the wall, his tongue expertly teasing mine.
“I wasn’t planning on doing this tonight, but when I realised you weren’t wearing any underwear…” He left that thought unfinished as he kissed me hard, so hard my head lightly thumped against the cool railing. I didn’t feel it, I didn’t care – all I was currently aware of was Michael’s hand groping my tits hard under my shirt while he was reaching behind me to push my hot, naked pussy onto his bulge. I slid my thigh over his hip to feel more of his cock while I listened to the drunken revelry a couple of streets away. It was still relatively early and plenty of people would be walking around to find a second haunt. We could very well be seen, I thought, but Michael spreading my legs open and rubbing two of his fingers against my slick lips quickly distracted me. I moaned, loud.
Michael pulled away from me, put one hand on my cheek and quietly shushed me. I remembered that this was mild-mannered Michael here; he was probably a little self-conscious of my loudness. I quickly clamped my mouth shut as he looked intently into my eyes and nodded slowly. I then felt two of his fingers quickly slide into me, filling up my hungry little cunt. I immediately squeezed around him, my pussy already soaking and throbbing with the need to be fucked right here and now. Michael immediately slid his thumb into my open mouth in a successful attempt to silence me, as I started to suck on him while I gyrated against his fingers.
“I will stop if you make another sound.” Gone was the considerate, tender gentleman and in his stead was a silent but dominating force of pure sexual prowess. I couldn’t say I complained. I nodded slowly as I rolled my tongue over his thumb. He started to slowly slide his fingers in and out of me in a ‘come-hither’ motion while I let out a sharp breath, never breaking eye contact. I gulped as I felt my orgasm quickly building up; my hand in his hair while the other lightly grasped his wrist as he pulled it back and forth. It wasn’t long until I was twisting and writhing around his fingers as he incorporated his thumb to rub up against my swollen clit. By the time he slid his third finger into me, I was thrashing and grabbing his arms and then came furiously around him, trembling so hard from keeping quiet I was literally making the scaffolding shake.
“That’s very impressive.” He pecked my lips when I had finally come down from my first public orgasm. I reached down to grasp at his cock, but he grabbed my hand instead, fastening his coat. “No. I want you at mine, now.”
He quickly led me to the nicer, trendier part of town and buzzed us into a high-rise stack of apartments. I was fairly accustomed to meeting people from almost every walk of life, but I was surprised he actually lived in the penthouse flat. I didn’t get to soak in the gorgeous 360-views of the city from the enormous bay windows as Michael had suddenly grabbed me from behind and pulled me in for another hungry kiss. In one swift motion, he pulled off my coat, pulled up my skirt and threw me onto the marble kitchen island and got on his knees to eat me out. I was grinding on his mouth in no time, my juices from before having kept my legs warm and wet. Every flick of his tongue and brush of his lips made me gag for more as I felt my pussy flood his face. Right as I was about to cum, he suddenly stood up and slammed his entire length into me, making me cry out in pleasure. He was so big, and so hard, I almost passed out from how good he felt stretching me out. He reached down and grabbed both of my shoulders as he continued to plow into me with so much force that I had begun to move across the counter.
I was screaming with wild abandon by now, the sound of skin slapping against skin and Michael’s laboured breath the only other sounds punctuating my urgent cries. Michael crossed my legs together and put them on his shoulders, driving into me deeper and harder. The cold surface of the marble with the hot, dirty sex made Michael’s thrusts into me that much more intense as I starting cumming around him again. He then let out an animalistic roar, pulling out and pumping every last drop of his cum all over my body.
After we got our breath back, Michael kindly offered me a hand off the counter as he mopped his fresh seed off me. He directed me to the restroom, should I wish to clean myself up any further. Looking back, that was most certainly one of the most ‘Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde’-esque encounters I’ve ever experienced. I was at a loss for words about Michael’s apparent transformation, but I shook myself out of it. People were always making assumptions about me solely off the way I conducted myself in public; it’s only fair to expect that of other people. I strolled out in a state of intense undress to be greeted by Michael offering me some tea, having put on a fresh set of clothes in the minute I was gone. In retrospect, that took a lot of getting used to.
Written by Editorial Staff