Singapore w***e

CHAPTER 1 Tanya was the kind of girl who had had to scrap to make headway from the time she was a very little girl. She had lived her entire life on a tiny island not that far from Singapore, and the only time she had seen Singapore was on a few occasions when she had travelled there with people who had been shopping on the main island. It bothered Tanya that she was so far out of the mainstream. Oh, it wasn't that the island was all that bad, in fact, a lot of the people were very friendly. It was just that she had always dreamed of having money and beautiful clothes and she felt she would never be able to attain these objectives on the tiny fishing island where she lived. Tanya more or less had to raise herself since her mother and father had died when she was a very young girl. So by the time she was twenty-two years of age, in some ways she definitely knew her way around. In a number of others respects, she was still naive since she did come from a small fishing island and was not familiar with the ways of city folk. When she arrived in Singapore, Tanya did her best to locate some employment. She took a small apartment in the center of town. After trying diligently to locate a job for little better than a week and not having had any success, a girl who lived in one of the apartments in the building gave her a lead. "This man's an Englishman," she said. "His name is Sam Gregg. I had a cousin who worked for him at one time. He has a big night club not too far from here. He does a good business. I don't know if he has any positions open now, but he might. At least it's worth looking into." "It certainly is," Tanya said. "I need something right now." "You are a very beautiful girl," the other woman observed. "He can often find a position for a beautiful girl serving drinks, waiting tables, hat-check girl, something." "I haven't had any experience doing any of these things, but I certainly would be willing to learn," Tanya said. "Then I'd go see Sam Gregg. I understand he's a very intelligent, enterprising man. You might just be in luck with him. He might find something for you." "Thank you very much," Tanya said. "I will go see him." Later that same afternoon, Tanya made an appointment to see Sam Gregg. She was shown to an ornate office with thick blue carpeting. She was amazed at the opulence of the room, which had pictures on the walls of Sam Gregg with various world-wide celebrities, some of whom even Tanya, a girl who'd spent her life on a tiny fishing island, was able to recognize. Tanya's stomach tightened in the presence of such luxury. She knew that Sam Gregg was a very wealthy man, and as she walked toward his huge walnut desk, she observed him for the first time sitting behind it. Sam looked younger than the man she expected to be meeting. He was wearing a clean white shirt and a brown tie. His hair was a dark brown with tinges of gray at the temples. He had bright, alert, blue eyes and his complexion was ruddy. There was a certain brisk intelligence that she sensed right from the very beginning. In honor of the occasion, she had worn her most beautiful red dress, one which showed off her figure to exquisite advantage. Sam just sat there staring at her for several long moments, seeking to size up this beautiful young girl who had called his secretary a short time earlier and had made the appointment. "Your name is Tanya?" he began, speaking in a soft, mellow tone. She was immediately fascinated by his rich British accent. "That's right," Tanya nodded. "Please sit down, Tanya." "Thank you very much." Tanya sat down across from Sam. The eye contact was perfect, and Sam immediately made the most of it, staring at his beautiful prospective employee. He liked the scintillating radiance of her coal-black hair and her dark, penetrating eyes. He liked her tiny button nose and her thick, sensuous, red lips. Yes, Sam was immediately favorably impressed. Of course, Sam Gregg being the kind of man he was, he always had to make certain that an employee was willing to show the proper kind of dedication toward him. Sam began by asking a few routine questions. Tanya was still nervous, her hands twitching slightly as she replied to his questions. "You seem very nervous," he told her bluntly at one point. "How come?" "I don't know. Maybe because I'm so new in the city here and I'm from just a tiny little fishing village. Perhaps this has something to do with it." "But you're a very intelligent girl and you seem to have been around," he smiled. "I like your way. I'll tell you. I could give you a job right off waiting on tables for our floor shows. You'd be serving drinks. It wouldn't be all that hard, and if you can surmount that hurdle, there are other areas that I might be able to use you in. Would you like to start working for me right away?" "Yes, I could begin immediately," she replied without hesitation. "All right, if you want to start working at my night club, I have to just test you a little," Sam Gregg smiled. "What do you mean?" "Just get up, my dear. I like to know that my employees are all loyal." "Why certainly. I'm a loyal person." "Just stand up, my darling." As Sam Gregg moved toward her, lovely young Tanya had a feeling of what was to follow. Yes, it didn't surprise her that Sam wanted to take a few liberties before hiring her. It was a compromise she was willing to make. After all, she had been around. Even though she did come from a little island, she had had s*x with men before, and under circumstances where they weren't about to help her in the way that Sam Gregg could. Her heart pounded nervously as she watched Sam Gregg approach. Tanya wanted to make certain that everything went right. She hoped that she would not turn off or in any way disappoint this handsome Britisher who owned a fashionable, successful night club. She watched as his fingers went to work immediately against the buttons of her dress. Tanya's heart throbbed as she listened to the heavy panting sounds of Sam Gregg as he quickly unbuttoned her dress, then began to pull it off of her. "You've got a beautiful body," Sam sighed. "I knew you'd have." Doing her best to aid him in his efforts to strip her of her clothes, her hips and upper body slid from side to side. He kept on pushing the dress over her head, then finally off of her. Sam Gregg allowed the dress to fall ever so harmlessly to his plush blue carpet. As he examined his beautiful new employee standing there in her scintillating white panties and bra, he took in every curvaceous line of her gorgeous form. Sam licked his lips with anticipation as he observed her sleek, trim, lovely olive-skinned legs and her gorgeous breasts. They weren't extraordinarily huge t**s, but they were perfectly proportioned, just like the rest of her magnificent body. "You sure look good," he gulped. Sam took another step toward his fascinating new employee. He reached up and undid Tanya's bra straps, letting her bra drop down toward the rug, where it landed next to Tanya's dress. As soon as he looked at her warm, invigorated t**s popping free of her bra, he reached out with both hands and allowed his fingers to manipulate smoothly and spiritedly against her breasts. At first Sam moved his fingers slowly over his lover's gorgeous t**s, but the longer that he fingered her breasts, the tighter and more affirmatively that he squeezed them. His fingers moved with great impact against her breasts for a few strokes, after which he then clutched at her n*****s. The faster that he let his fingers twirl against his lover's n*****s, the louder that she began to gasp as Tanya responded to Sam's commanding finger activity. "I'm gonna get you down on the rug," Sam said. "I like that. That's one of the reasons why I have a nice soft rug. I have plenty of opportunity to ball a chick there. Ohhh, you're gonna just love it. That beautiful body of yours. I'm gonna turn you every way but loose. I'm gonna give you a good screw." Even though Tanya had had a few affairs on the little island where she came from, never in her life had she found herself as fascinated as she was at that moment over the presence of Sam Gregg. While his fingers held on stirringly to her knobs, he guided her body downward toward the rug. His fingers kept on pressing, pushing against the warm, magnificent folds of flesh. Ever so willingly, Tanya thrusted her breasts upward to meet Sam's finger movements. They kept on sliding stirringly, gripping sharply against her t**s. Now and then she would begin to feel guilty over what she was doing. After all, Tanya had told herself that she would do about anything she needed to do to get ahead, but she also recognized that she did not really know Sam Gregg at all. It did bother her somewhat to think of herself as submitting that easily to a man, even if he was in a prominent position. For a moment Tanya thought about calling Sam's activity to a halt. After all, if he wanted to take her out and get to know her, as had the other men in her life with whom she'd had s*x, that was another story. But here was a man who was taking liberties right from the very outset, and who appeared to think that s*x with her was about as common as a natural birth right. She did not like the fact that he was. that confident and took things that much for granted, but after thinking things over some more, Tanya felt that she should go alone with his desires. After all, it was quite likely that if she did not have s*x with him then some other beautiful girl would, and she would more than likely never be hired. His fingers worked magnificently over Tanya's breasts for a few more strokes. He pinched and stabbed as he glided her downward toward the rug. As Tanya lay stretched out on her back, Sam finally released his fingers from her warm, invigorated t**s. He reached down and grabbed at her panties, clutching at the crotch band, then eagerly sliding them down her legs. While Sam glided her panties down her trim legs, he got his first look at her gorgeous p***y. He licked his lips with fervent anticipation as he observed the thick, curly tufts of black pubic hair and the warm, pink v****a which rested beneath them. It made him all the more eager to go all the way and step up the action with this beautiful young woman. "You look so good," he said. "I can't get enough of somebody like you." Pretty soon Sam Gregg finished removing her panties. As Tanya's legs kicked back and forth nervously, Sam reached out and grabbed at her thighs. He held on tightly for a few strokes, then began to glide his fingers up and down her legs. His fingers would clutch hold of her thighs for a few strokes, after which he would then run his fingers down her legs and let them come into contact with her ankles. "Ohhh, I want you," Sam panted "I'm gonna put you through the ropes, honey. This is your job audition." Tanya was amazed that Sam had not even taken the trouble to remove his expensive brown slacks or his shirt and tie. No, he was willing to go forward fully dressed, and was not about to take off anything. Sam reached out and allowed his fingers to glide soothingly against her v****a, once he'd removed them from her legs. The quicker that his fingers went to work against her hot p***y, the faster that her legs twisted and turned as she reacted to his scorching finger impact. "Ohhh, you've got a nice p***y," Sam smiled. "I'm gonna give you a nice workout, honey. You just lie there and take it easy. Just let everything blend. Yeah, we'll let things take their own course." At first he let his fingers move briskly against her thick, black, pubic thatch. As the activity continued, however, he desired to probe with his fingers inside of her scorching pink v****a, and so he let them slide, permitting them to twist and turn as they made their way inside of her warm, invigorated snatch. Sam liked the way that his lover's dangling hips were beginning to glide back and forth. It made him all the more convinced that she was as excited as could be, and as his fingers kept on digging, slashing ever deeply inside her slit, he became all the more eager to see to it that he opened up thoroughly and supplied her with every bit of excitement that he could possibly bring to bear. He worked his fingers with great skill, allowing them to probe every now and then against her agitated c******s. The quicker that his tingling fingers tickled against her c**t, the faster that her sensuous hips would glide as she responded to his rapid-fire finger thrusts. "That's good, ohhh, good, very good," she said. "I like that, baby. Ooooooh, ohhh, I like the way you're fingering me." Sam Gregg kept up his blistering, assertive finger strokes until he could feel the moistness surfacing from her organ. When he removed his fingers from her snatch, he dropped his head down between her legs and started to stroke at her highs once more. His fingers gripped sharply, clutching with great desire against her thighs as he prepared to push his tongue inside of her v****a. "I'm gonna bring you off," he said. "That'll get you more excited. Then we're really gonna go to town, honey. We're really gonna have ourselves a great fuck." After making his announcement, Sam buried his tongue against her matted pubic hairs, which were wet with ever-accelerating passion. Sam loved the way that his lover's grinding hips moved from side to side as he pushed his tongue around against her thick, hot, bleak bush. After a few more strokes, he pushed his tongue inside of her blazing, moist slit. "Ohhh, you're in me," she sighed. "Oooooh, that feels good, Sam. Keep pressing with your tongue. Keep sliding it. Ooooooh, ohh, how I want it. How I want your beautiful tongue. How I love what you're doing to me." Sam's racing tongue continued to find the mark, grinding back and forth as it twisted and turned inside of her fleshy v****a. The more rapidly that he approached with his tongue, the closer that he brought her to a devastating orgasm. While Sam kept up his quick, twisting tongue strokes, he worked his fingers searchingly up and down her legs. His tongue kept on exploring her wet p***y, and as it did he brought her ever closer to the state of a wild climax. As her body kept bouncing up and down on the rug, Sam could hear her incessant, urgent gasps as she reacted to his quick, dynamic tongue strokes. "Ohhh, I'm gonna be off," she said. "Oooooh, ohh, I'm itching. Itching all over." With every intense tongue stab that her lover sent forth, she was pushed that much nearer to the beautiful state of blissful excitement when all of the juices would spring from her aroused mound and into her lover's mouth. A few quick strokes later, Sam had his beautiful lover ready to juice. His tongue kept on wiggling, twisting sharply as it made its way inside of his beautiful lover's wet box. Sam let his tongue sink ever so deeply inside of Tanya's hot pit a few more times, after which the juices were set to flow from her mound. The juices began to bolt from beautiful Tanya's slit. Her legs kicked from side to side as she heaved loud, deep sighs. All the while the juices kept on pouring from her organ, splashing from her mound and into her lover's mouth. "Ohhh, I'm off," she said excitedly. "It feels so nice. Oooooh, you really know how to suck. Darling, can you suck."