Erotic Story – MARINAH


 Marinah finished reading the morning Straits Times about the deputy prime minister Anhar being charged on ten counts of corruptions and sodomy. She threw the Times over the table to the couch opposite . “Asshole”, breathed Marinah. Some people just don’t cover up their tails leaving telltale signs all over the place. Sex scandals, sodomy, incest and the likes are no big deals to her. She has experienced them since she was 14. She leaned back her luxurious executive couch on the eightieth floor of the brand new, gleaming Petronas Twin Tower in Kuala Lumpur, swivelled the couch to face the window that framed the famous skyline of metropolitan city of Kuala Lumpur and focused on her penthouse in Trivolla in Petaling Jaya, 20 km out of the city, where she lived. This completely furnished luxurious apartment with he best view, was given to her by Boonchai, the company’s accountant, when she audited his books and could not account for the missing 6 million Malaysian dollars. She remembered how arrogant this Boonchai was when she queried him on the unaccounted special expenditure for the year 1997. “Ask Tan Sri Nohar, the chairman, I follow orders” “All right, Boon, I will, but before I do that, remember you are the chartered accountant and are legally responsible for the missing money, not the chairman. I give you up to 4 PM today” , and left. At the age of 27, Marinah is Petronas maverick Chief Internal Auditor renowned for her uncanny capability to unravel secret accounts, unexplainable expenditures of high officials to donations, sponsorship of organizations, unscheduled overseas expenses…… nothing escaped her dark eyes. Standing at 5 ft 4 inches, 120 lbs, vital stats of 36-32-35, she loomed higher than the tallest tower in the world on those caught doctoring the finances of the company. She looked down at her slim sleek pair of legs which had fallen many men and kicked loose her 5 inch spiked high heel pumps, one of the hundreds of shoes, given her by her victims. She is neat,she is smart, she is Machiavellian. She is a sex maniac. She glanced towards the High Court. The time is 10.00 a.m. Anhar is due to be grilled at the stand today. The handphone beeped. “Yes?” “Marinah? Something urgent has cropped up. I need to go to Berne tomorrow. can I see you tonight? My chauffeur will pick you up at the basement at 7 P.M. tonight. Will that be ok?” “OK” Marinah clipped off the phone and wondered what numbered account this Wahab is opening at the Swiss bank this time. Every time he went overseas, he called her. She rose and walked towards her Louis Vuitton valise and examined the content. He will need some or all of these tonight. She then opened the closet, scanned through the clothes, and smiled. Her fax machine began spewing out meters of texts and figures. Her diagonal reading spotted the discrepencies in the figures compared to the memorandum. She punched a few numbers, gave instructions, faxed back a few queries, and was about to make herself a cup of coffee when the fax machine again spewed out more information. The bosses marvelled her inside knowledge. She had her methods. Time to get busy. A few heads will roll. Marinah scanned through the two faxes, reading in parallel, dark eyes fleeting between the two intestines of data; circled a few figures, question marks , exclamation marks, arrows . She then passed the two faxes through the scanner, saved to her computer and began to scroll, cut and paste, compared the figures on two windows, recalled some data from the company database, called up her own self programmed data analysis module and set the machine to run at 600mhz. She is one of the few in the company who has access to the company’s innermost data online. The analysis took some time. She had a lot of time –the victims did not. She walked over to the closet again, selected the outfits and packed them into the valise, snap closed and locked the valise with her infra red coder which doubled as a cellular telephone, beeper, decoder and stun gun which could deliver 30 000 volts, knocking out a person instantly. She had no need for the gun so far. The computer beeped completion of the data analysis. Marinah sat scrolling down the data, analyzing the machine analysis. The machine reported nothing abnormal detected. She smiled. The thief or thieves were getting smarter. They beat the machine. She recalled a few sets of data and set up the multi level randomized SQL which signalled to her that that query would take 18 hours. She set the machine to analyze using javascripts and algols and the blinding analysis was completed in two hours. The printer purred out the hard copy 5 fans long. She whipped it off the printer and started to scan the final data. As she zoomed down the lines, her dark eyes widened, startled, and when she reached the end of the pages she sat back and smiled. Going back to the computer, she encrypted the last analysis using her own designed encryption method which beat the USA NASA encryption protocol. She committed the hard copy to her photographic memory, double shredded the printout to millions of pieces, one millimeter square. She sat on her couch and swivelled to the skyline again, thinking, analyzing some facts the machine cannot tell her. Why should the company bail out the banks? Why are there so many non performing loans (NPL) and why are the borrowers not paying up? Who are the borrowers? The national petroleum company, Petronas, pumping out 1 million dollars a day – free petrodollars- is reporting a deficit for the year 2000? Hmm , interesting. She picked up the phone and put it back again. Ask no questions and you get no lies. She connected up to the internet, bypassing Measat, the national satellite, keyed in the queries in algols and waited. The screen blinked, blacked out to a cursor. She punched in her ID. Slowly the screen scrolled down strings of gibberish of 0’s and 1’s, which only she could understand. She flipped down the monitor radiation screen, which doubled as a decoder. Outsiders will see the screen showing normal company data while the downloading is working in the background. In fact nobody ever came into her office. The decoder screen is for the benefit of the company in house security cameras. The computer beeped signalling the end of the download. She sent the data to printer and it purred out 5 fans of informations in 0’s and 1’s. She sat back to read the printout like reading newspaper and chuckled. The heads were counted . They will roll. This time the printout was shredded once. Nobody here knew how to read this anyway. heh heh. She looked up the clock … Time for lunch. She wiggled into her pumps. adjusted her sarong kebaya and left the room. She skipped the bank of elevators into the private one exclusively for senior officers. Since the elevator did not stop at each floor the deceleration had been fatal to many heart cases. To Marinah this sudden force of falling acted as a stimulus to her. She passed the huge ground floor plaza to a quiet dining room at the back, ordered her usual hamburger, and carrot juice. The regular crowd of senior officers looked at her lunch and wondered why she ate such small lunches and many had thought of offering her lunch, but dared not. She finished her lunch in ten minutes and left the building , hailed a taxi to the jujitsu dojo at Jalan Masjid India. At 2.30 she was back at her desk to see another 5 meters of faxes which she expected this morning. She went through the encrypted faxes, nodded her head and shredded the faxes. Her personal secretary intercomed in that the weekly budget expenditure meeting was on at 3 pm. She replied she was busy. After attending 3 of these meetings, Marinah concluded that this meeting was just a sideshow and was a waste of her time. She went through the days routine files and her minutes to the staff were: reply suitably, kiv one week, or nfa (no further actions); tossed the lot into the out tray and pressed the button. The files were removed. Marinah glanced at the clock, 4 pm…. time to hook up with Wall street….. Hmm …. very interesting……. By the time she had finished surfing she flipped to Wall Street again for the afternoon reading. As she expected, the screen had turned three quarter red. The staff had gone one hour ago. She punched a few keys on her remote controller. The bath was turned on, set for 27 degrees centigrade, and auto cut off. The fluctuating colors of the screen signalled danger and she felt a usual stirring in her groins. She excelled in danger. Kicking off her pumps, she walked barefoot across the wall-to-wall carpeted office to the bathroom. She wiggled out of her sarong kebaya, removed her bras and panty and examined herself in front of the full length mirror. Firm succulent breasts jutting out defiantly, solid butts like two scoops of icecreams stuck together, long slim legs that appeared to stretch from toes to her breasts. She examined her pouting lips closely and found no injury from this afternoon’s jujitsu combat. She eased herself into the warm bath, leaned back on the head rest and slowly her hand went to her clit. She woke up exactly one hour fresh, relaxed and vibrant. She turned on a sudden blast of cold water tightening her body and felt her clit harden again. What a nice feeling. She stepped out of the bath, and walked naked to the closet in the office, selected the leather outfit, with cut out bra, black 5 inch heel boots which covered up to her thighs. Marinah then put a fresh sarong kebaya over her outfit, left the office with the valise, for the elevator to the basement and stepped into the awaiting latest mercedes e 280 series. All company directors are given the latest mercedes. “Hamzah, turn up the air conditioning, it is too warm in here” Marinah told the driver. As the black limousine zipped through the basement up to the ground floor, the street light cast a silhouette of the driver. This driver has a face of a roasted pig, thought Marinah. The car reached the basement of the hotel. Marinah took the elevator to the sixth floor restaurant, Suasa on the Sixth. “Miss Marinah, Good evening, Tan Sri Wahab is waiting ” and the captain led her to a dimmed private dining room. Wahab rose, “thank you, Marinah for coming. I have ordered your favorite cuisine. Would you like to have some others tonight?” Instantly the captain produced the menu to Marinah. She viewed at the menu ordered, turned the pages and noticed Wahab was starring at her nipples below the thin native blouse. ” I think what you have ordered is excellent for me tonight, thank you very much, Wahab.” “you are most welcome , my dear”, Wahab beamed at the nipples. “That will be all” Wahab told the captain, “serve the dinner please” They ate their six course dinner while Wahab spoke at low tone on the reasons for going to Berne so urgently tomorrow. He complemented on her beauty tonight. He spoke about the present financial situation in the country and also about his problems with his four wives and children. Marinah listened politely, smiled and laughed infectiously at Wahab as if he was telling her lots of jokes. Walls have ears. When Wahab eats, the captain never sleeps When dinner was finished, Wahab brought out his usual cigar. The captain instantly offered to prepare the cigar and lit it for Wahab. “I hope you don’t mind my cigar, Marinah, I know you don’t smoke” “Not at all, Wahab, you enjoy yourself,”smiled Marinah. That fucking cigar is going up your ass tonight. The cigar relaxed Wahab. He began to detail to Marinah the recent scandals in town, the coming financial market collapse, the current political scene and his opinions on them. Marinah listened politely but intently, smiling all the time and responded to each of his serious opinion with peels of infectious laughter. The captain and waiters were caught up with Marinah’s laughter and smiled happily along, hearing nothing. The dessert came and gone. Finally, Wahab got up, took the chair for Marinah and said to the captain,”congratulations to the chef and the staff” “Thank you , Tan Sri” The limousine waited purring at the basement elevator door. The couple stepped in and Wahab told the pig, “Astoria Penthouse”, one of the many penthouses owned by the merchant bank of which Wahab is the managing director. Wahab pressed a button and the one way glass partition rose, separating the driver from the passenger behind. Wahab slid his hand to Marinah’s thigh and her clit tightened. Astoria loomed in front and the merc went through the gate, past the fountain, and right to the elevator door. Marinah picked her valise and followed Wahab to the penthouse. Wahab closed the door of the luxurious penthouse with a great view of Paintai and Bangsar. Marinah lashed out a stunning reverse neck blow to Wahab and as he collapsed on Marinah’s back, she sent him with a fireman’s throw, somersaulting onto the couch nearby. The penthouse maid discretely drew the curtains and reclused to her quarters, knowing and seeing nothing. Marinah walked to the bedroom, removed her sarong kebaya and looked at the full size mirror. She looked stunning in her black leather jacket with protruding breasts, leather pants with the crotch opened and the all glorious pair of thigh high boots. She opened her valise, slipped on the spiked wrist bands, spiked neck cuff, clipped on the spurs to her boots and her renowned dick strangler to her waist. She filled the good old rubber water bottle with warm water, connect it to a tubing and bakelite canula. Leather tongs, lashes, cat-o-nine tail, ball crusher, acupuncture needles, electric wires, canulas…….. wait she forgot the mouth gag. She looked in the bathroom but cant find any sponge; insulating tape is too messy. She walked to the kitchen fridge, removed a tray of ice cubes, still thinking of the gag………..ah!.. a large duck egg will do. She needdled a hole in the egg and cooked it rock hard in the microwave. Now to work on this faggot. When Marinah entered the living room, Wahab had recovered from the blow. “Darling, what is that for?” “Shut up, faggot, strip !” Wahab got up from the couch and pleaded to Marinah. Marinah continued walking to the bathroom. Wahab followed pleading. At the bedroom, Marinah jabbed the leather tong at Wahab’s solar plexus at the same time pushing the duck egg into his mouth. That stopped the faggot’s howling. Marinah is renowned to be the only female bdsm expert in Kuala Lumpur. She could bdsm execute anyone and nobody can hear a sound from the disciplined. Marinah was amused that the duck egg she selected was big enough to gag him and not too small for him to dislodge it himself. Now that Wahab is speechless, she had to see his body language to her questions. She approached Wahab. “You want me , don’t you, baby?” She continued to gyrate her body at Wahab, near enough to tantalize but too far for him to touch. “Now, take your clothes off, and you can have me.” He rushed at her to grab her boobs. She sidestepped, turned, tripped him and delivered a sharp crack of the leather tong to his ass as he fell onto the bed. Not every bdsm slave is the same to be tortured or tormented in the same manner. The slave can only reached orgasm when he is stimulated to his tolerated ideal extreme. The torture can be physical or psychological. The aim of bdsm is to assist the slave to reach his goal, orgasm, by subjecting him to such extrasensory stimuli which vary from person to person. Marinah knew very well this Wahab case. Wahab has a complex on his dick, which he thinks is too small. He can only fuck his wife in the dark. His wife must suck his cock to get it up. He will never do oral on his wife but strangely enough, he will do it to his master if he is tormented ideally enough by way of challenging his intelligence. His continuous boasting of what he knew of the local market at dinner confirmed this. He responds to titillating violence. So such disciplines like tying up, nailing the hands to the floor, would not work. Wahab was pounding the bed trying to get the egg out of his mouth. “You want the egg off the mouth?” He nodded his head “Then remove your clothes.” Wahab protested with hands waving on the bed. Another sharp crack on his pants. He jerked. Crack….. crack…………….. crack………. Marinah noticed that he was enjoying the titillating whipping. She continued and Wahab jerked his dick into the mattress. One more crack and as the body arched upwards, Marinah turned the body face upwards and noticed that his dick was stretching against his pants. “Well, now, young man, your dick is getting bigger. Let me have a look” Wahab waved his hands in protest……… crack this time the leather straps landed on the dick and he covered it as if in pain. Marinah knew it was not painful. This fucking old man is enjoying the whipping. faggot. One crack on the left foot and the Balley shoe flew out. Another one to the right. Marinah stroke the straps over the dick saying the dick is getting bigger. This went on for quite a while till the dick was largest. She gave a sharp painful crack to the dick and Wahab doubled up in foetal position. “You want to fuck, Wahab? Then strip” Wahab laid silent. Marinah knew he was angry for letting his dick down. The whole aim of this bdsm treatment on Wahab was to let him get his best orgasm through his tolerable ideal stimulation. It would be plain easy to let him come easily but he would not be satisfied. When this faggot reached orgasm, he should be totally exhausted. Marinah walked over to the window and scanned the skyline of the neighborhood. It was a great sight, orange from the nearby apartment blocks and fluorescent white at the Damansara side. Wahab turned to watch Marinah. She knew that. She turned to look directly away from him so that her tight ass on top of the slim legs are facing him. She opened her legs, elbow on the railing and bent forward to the window allowing the skylinght to trace out her subtle body to Wahab. Marinah gyrated from one leg to another watching the cars below. Slowly Wahab reached his hand into his dick and began to masturbate to a rock hard cock. Silently he got out of bed and crept behind Marinah whose legs were apart and her cunt line glowing pink against the leather pants. Wahab grabbed her ass and shoved his cock forward into Marinah. Wahab threw up his hands and arched backwards in pain, trying in vain, to get away from Marinah. Standing on a 5 inch boots Marinah was taller than Wahab. She had looped over her belt and between the legs two innocent cords, criss- crossed twice. Wahab’s dick went into one of the loops and as Marinah straightened her body, the double crissed loop moved in like a double guillotine on the cock. Marinah bent forward again, releasing the enstrangled cock and walked for the tray of ice cubes. Wahab fell back onto the bed holding to his strangulated shrunken cock. “Poor baby, you rammed your cock into my leather strap again”, said Marinah as she sat next to him running one ice cube up and down his receding shaft. Marinah noticed that the cock had become shorter than she saw last time. “Wahab, didn’t you contact Icqman about enlarging the size of your cock? I gave you his number. ” At the fifth ice cube, Wahab’s pants was drenched and he automatically got up and took it off. His mother taught him that wet clothes are unclean. Marinah lay on the bed with her legs wide open and boobs jutting up, while Wahab took off his pants and trousers. Wahab watched Marinah’s glistening cunt while she rolled her nipples. Marinah knew there was no way Wahab could fuck her as he was on ice. She turned over her body arched up her ass and stretched like a cat on the bed. There was no danger of attack from a shrunken cock. I will rest for a while till his cock warm up. She slept Marinah was woken by Wahab pointing to his mouth and the duck egg. Yes, by now, the jaw muscles were stretched and any sound from him would not be audible. She pried the jaws wider and egg dropped out to the bed. She touched his cock. It was still cold. She jumped to the bathroom and returned with the rubber bottle warmer. She laid the warmer on the penis while one hand massaged his balls. Wahab stretched to the bed head and poured himself half glass of whiskey. He knew Marinah did not drink. Marinah continued to massage his balls and the whiskey slowly warmed him too. Her finger went up the crack of his ass and he tensed and relaxed to the pulsating finger around his spinchter and then the anus itself. Marinah guided the anal canula up the hole while she continued pulsating on the anal ring. Wahab’s greatest orgasm is when his prostrate gland is massaged. but that faggot did not know that. By the time Wahab had finished his whiskey Marinah had the canula up to the prostrate gland and noticed his cock was getting bigger. Slowly Marinah turned the stop cock to allow the warm water up the anus and saw the cock beginning to rise. Wahab grasped one of her nipples and began to lick. “Wahab, why are you taking so much money to Switzerland?,” as she turned more warm water up the rectum and rotated the canula on the prostrate. Wahab told about the banks collapsing, the reason of non performing loans, the crashing of Asia currencies, the national bank investigating into the ailing banks, the coming of the IMF, uprising in Indonesia, the coming election, the sacking of the bank directors and he was one of them. “You know my account number there?” “Yes” “And you deposit into that account?” Marinah sensed the hesitation and suddenly turned the canula towards the spine. Wahab arched backwards from the pain. Three more flashes of pain went up Wahab’s spine. The warm water gathered speed up the anus as Marinah stroke up Wahab’s shaft and the forefinger anchoring against the neck of the shaft. The cock rose to its greatest height of near orgasm as the warm water drained back into the bottle. Marinah slammed her knee on the bottle and the water shot back into the anus and Wahab’s eyes widened. The orgasm was interrupted. This was repeated five more times, each time, Wahab’s heightened near orgasm reached unbearable limit, but everytime interupted. Marinah was about to deliver the 6th blow with her knee, when Wahab said , “Yes, yes , yes !!” Marinah this time turned the canula pressing fully on the prostrate and kept the fingers vibrating on the head. Wahab gave a long loud wail as the cum spilled onto the bed. Wahab finally came five months since he called Marinah. His whole body spent, he collapsed to sleep. Marinah packed up her equipment and stepped into the long warm bath. One hour later she changed back to her sarong kebaya and left the bedroom with Wahab holding a duck egg. When she reached the door, Wahab called out from the bedroom, “Marinah, your account”, “I will see Icqman in Berne”. 11/17/1998 1:50 am zMarina02.txt marina02.txt MARINAH 002 author : ALLA <> 16:53pm 11-13-1998 Half an hour later, Marinah cruised back to her penthouse. She had told the pig driver to drop her at the gate and walked the short length of the covered path, past the security to the elevator. The guard looked up at her and then at the wall clock. “Miss Marinah, there are five calls for you. Would you like to receive them or ……….” “Thank you, Hashim, I will return their calls tomorrow morning.” “Yes ma’am,” Hashim handed to her the list of numbers. She scanned the five numbers, all familiar except one. Who the fuck is this? Nobody has her penthouse number without her knowledge. Someone who has her number must have given her number to this fifth person. She waited at the stainless steel elevator door and noticed a group of boys swimming at the pool, looking in her direction. A couple was courting at the cement long chair oblivious of the cold hard cement. She smiled the ironic thought: the rich becomes richer and the poor becomes poorer.Marinah knew these two yuppies well. They sold their house in Kepong and moved with his parents to this upper class area. For the sake of prestige, they labored on limited living and fucking space. But they are good couple, polite, friendly and helpful never interfering into the neighbours, a culture quite unusual for Malaysians. Marinah wondered why the lift took a few more seconds to move down. When the door opened, she stepped in. The Mercedes slowly moved off in the dark. Marinah stepped out and went to the security house. “Hashim, can you tell me who, pointing to the last telephone number, this caller………….” Marinah turned to see the lift crashing down from the top floor to the sub-basement with a deafening roar of steel plates, cables and cement blocks. The alarm bells together with the screams from the neighbouring residents was chaotic. “Call the police and ambulance” said Marinah and calmly walked back and reached her penthouse by the goods lift. There were screams and people rushing to the sub basement. Some were trying to pry open the door saying, “Miss Marinah is inside” Marinah opened the door and stepped in. She saw a man looking down at the chaos twenty storeys below and smiled. “Waited long, Icy?” “Yea, one hour. You are going to pay for this,” still looking at the scene below. Marinah laughed. “Lets have supper,” kicking the valise to the corner with the umbrella and walked over to join Icy at the window. Marinah noticed tonight she was taller than Icy. She laughed again and began to take off her thigh high boots. “Leave them on, baby, you know I have that strange weakness for slim legs and high boots” “Yea, without them , you are weak enough. And with them you would be comatose ” and both roared in laughter. Marinah walked over to Icy at the window and he gave her a long wet kiss. She leaned back on his chest and he rested his chin on her shoulder. He glided his hand to her breast and she moved her hand to his groin. Both turned to watch the scene below and both felt at home. The ambulance moved off with someone on a stretcher. Marinah noticed a man trying to open the back door but the ambulance quickly left with siren wailing and red lights flashing. “Lets eat, I am famished. Are you not hungry?” “I could eat your boots!” And both roared again. Icy is a great chef of Chinese cuisine. He came into the penthouse at 10.00 PM and started cooking. He opened the fridge, took out the meat, chicken, and vegetables. Hm…….. where is the wok? This chinaman cannot cook without a wok. Within minutes he found the wok sitting upside down on top of the bust of Beethoven next to the piano. Beethoven looked like a British soldier of the First World War except for the chin strap. This Marinah has strange sense of humor. Self trained cooking produced un-orthodox cooks. No recipes, no weighing or measures produced shocking cuisines. Icy cooked on what was available and made the best dishes of them. Icy saw the granite mortar and pestle at the bottom shelf and smiled. He had convinced Marinah that no doubt the mortar added a lot of personal touch to the spicy sambal-balachan (grounded chillies with salted prawns), the pounding gives severe headache to the floors adjacent and below. LOL LOL. “Try this: 2 fistfuls of dried chilli, 1 cup of prawn paste, 3 fistfuls of dried prawns, a touch of garlics, a bit of sugar, a spoonful of ajinomoto, quarter cup vinegar, half cup salt and one cup water. Put the whole lot in the liquidizer set at 3.” Marinah looked at him and demurred. “Wait till Meh (Mother) hears this. This is crazy.” “Well, you pound your traditional sambal belacan and I do this. Lets compare”, as he washed an empty jam bottle at the sink. He decanted and scrapped the product into the jam bottle while Marinah was still pounding. He then washed the remaining product into the wok and cooked a dish of fish and meat ball soup. Marinah squatted up from the mortar and challenged: “OK , lets compare” Icy took a finger of her product while Marinah tasted the machine made one. She closed her eyes, suddenly widened, and said, ” Ya lah, it tastes great. How is mine?”, asked Marinah. “Hmmm , good, but mine is better ” and grinned. “Asshole !!” and both roared in the kitchen. Right, rice cooked, dishes made, cups, 2 plates prepared….. a sound at the door. 10.30 PM. She cant be back that early. Icy looked to the door and saw a shadow move past. Icy stacked the 5 dishes on top of one another on the warm range, switched off the kitchen lights, picked up the Ramerez and started warming up on Bach Toccata and Fugue in D minor, the libretto he just downloaded from the Internet while cooking supper. Hmm, this Vanessa Mae is very good in her violin rendition of Bach. Now a guitar variation has come up on the net and the room was filled with staccatos and rasquendos, synchophant with “the violin player” rising out from the sea. Interesting. Icy was about to download another piece of music from the net when he felt the floor tremor and a loud roar at the sub basement. He walked to the window and saw a crowd running towards the elevator door. “Give me a minute to change and lets eat”. Marinah stripped into a loose cotton baju kurong (a long sleeved buttonless shirt extending to slightly below the knee). Icy and Marinah brought the food to the dining table next to the kitchen. Marinah poured the water while he ladled out the rice to the two plates. The supper was eaten quietly and quickly, a culture inherited from the Chinese. Do not talk with your mouth full. Tonight there was something unusual with the spicy soup. “What is it?”, asked Marinah “Huh? oh , a blade of lemon grass picked from the guard house and one Hacks sweet. Since there is only one sweet. I might as well put it in the soup to share amongst us”. Marinah smiled and said, “How thoughtful and romantic, chinaman. Anyway your dishes taste different everyday” , and both laughed. Supper finished and both leaned back in their chairs drinking their water. “How was your day, baby” asked Marinah “Oh, nothing special, normal I guess. Mirabilis has come up with its alpha module of icq99a and I am trying out the Compupic version 4. Quite interesting but I think Bill Gates is making life tough for everybody with his windows 98. I detected a few unusual signals from Palapas and the decoder is working on them… challenging as the signals are moving all the time. Is your satellite reception at your office ok? I see NASA is beaming quite strongly at us, not surprisingly, as Clinton is coming here for APEC next week” “Yea, it took a few seconds longer for my hooking up to the sky this morning and I thought it could be the La Nina effect.” “Oh yea, Ma, you could be right. I should take this into null point analysis of the beaming too. I will have to set this parameter in my tracking”. “Not now”, said Marinah putting her hand on his arm. “yep, time for dessert” and grinned. Icy poured all the unfinished food into one pot, while Marinah carried the dishes to the sink. Icy put the leftover in the fridge, wiped the bit of sambal belacan to the edge of the table and went over to help in the washing up, both of them looking over the kitchen window at the car park, now filled with police and firemen, below. “Looks like the neighborhood is going to have disturbed sleep tonight”, grinned Marinah. “Yea,” said Icy grimly and took out the decoder from Marinah’s pocket and punched a few numbers. The main door was double locked. Transparent screens slided over the main door, glass wall and windows: instant one way mirror from inside out. The room telephone was muted to auto tape recorder receive. Marinah poured a large tumbler of water and Icy’s hand slided up Marinah’s groin exposing the renowned exquisite legs and thighs. She felt warm and soft and floated with him to the giant size bean bag near the window overlooking the swimming pools and entrance. More cars were coming in and the building looked ablazed. Both looked down at the coming and going, each thinking their own different and same thoughts. Icy: who is the man trying to bugle into the room? Marinah: who is the fifth caller? Their thoughts were interrupted by a group of men in uniform knocking at the door and left. A minute later the room telephone rang and Marinah’s taped voice came on: “I am sorry I am not able to answer your call now. If you would leave your name, contact number and message I will contact you as soon as possible . At the tone of the signal, please …………” and the line was out. The knock at the door startled Marinah and she nudged closer to him. He comforted her with a closer hug while they watched the men move off, followed by the telephone ringing in. Icy held her closer and the warmth radiated to each other. He traced her baju kurong from the knee up exposing the legendary legs. He was aroused and she felt his penis swelling at her side. She glided nearer him and pulled his sarong (a tubular piece of lion cloth, about one meter long, worn from the waist to below the knee) down exposing the throbbing dick. She knew that her legs would send him raging hard just by moving them in front of him. She needed more than the sight of the throbbing dick tonight. He glided his hand down to her pussy, black hair shining in the window light. Marinah pulled her baju kurong over her head, her breasts jingled dazzling Icy and flopped down again naked on the bag. His forefingers searched and located the lips. Her legs widened and his fingers located the clit. She tensed and slowly gyrated her pelvis in rhythm to his circling of the clit, his first finger and thumb holding onto and massaging the clit while the second and third finger encircling and stretching wide the lips in rhythm to each pairs of fingers. Icy is the only man she knew who had mastered this art. Feather touch of the clit with the following widening and stretching of the labia is an art not easily mastered or practised. She remembered one chap massaging of her clit like abrasive pinching and the stretching of the labia like that of peeling of coconut hush. That got her real pissed and the end of the love making. She felt her joy juice oozing and he increased his tempo of titillating vibrating on her clit and stretching on her lips heightening her needs. He kept on the ritual and as her pussy became more wet, he titillated faster and more easily on her joy box till she gasped at each wave of stimulations and as she was about to come, he eased down by pinching on the clit drawing the near extreme sensation to a near interruption. This continued for hours on end and she marvelled at his digital dexterity. His classical guitar repertoires is brought to the full on her groin. And he was equally stimulated as well. As he worked on her, her pelvis rose, wiggled, fell and shivered in unison. As she was about to reach orgasm her pelvis rose to maximum height with legs shivering and widening uncontrollably like praying mantis in mortal combat. But he will not let her reach orgasm. He suddenly clamped on her clitoris and released the lip retractors. The pelvis fell back on the bean bag with her legs kicked right out into a V into the air. Lo and behold, what a magnificent sight and his penis hardened all the more in her hand. Poor Marinah was so stimulated that she had no chance to reciprocate him. She just held on to his dick which became harder as she neared orgasm. In fact her clenching on his dick is a barometer to him. As she neared orgasm, her fingers clenched hard on his dick and at that particular instance , he applied the interruption and repeated the process again, until she cannot stand it any more, her legs kicked up outstretched in the air , then collapsed outstretched on the floor, sweating and breathing heavily. Icy stretched for the tumbler of water and Marinah shared a sip, then fell back soft and warm on his chest. Her needed long regular breathing excited him too. He saw her lying on her side holding onto him breathing into him with her eyes closed. Her breasts lying on each other brought out the best cleavage. As she breathed in, her breasts rose and fell vibrating like bean curds to each other as she exhaled. He kissed her on the forehead. She smiled and snuggled deeper into his chest. He held out her short black hair and felt the cool air-conditioned air flowing past it. He held her neck and noticed the sweat on the neck was slowly drying up. This is a strange woman. She needed air, yet she snuggled closer into the enclosed area of his chest. She was hot, yet she grabbed him closer —- to dissipate heat. No! This is the sign and sequel to a satisfied love-making. Love-making is not only physical but also mental. If it is mainly physical, then it is mechanical. BDSM is usually countenanced as physical but if this physical encounter can heighten both the physical and mental goal of sexual orgasm, then BDSM is acceptable to this couple. Suddenly, Marinah woke up, her eyes shining wide, her nose flaring, grabbed Icy by the penis and said, ” I want my dessert”, Icy grabbed her by her breasts and replied, ” I want my pound of flesh”. Both roared and suddenly Icy flipped on one arm like a gymnast and landed into a 69 on top of Marinah. Icy grabbed and raised the muscular yet poetic butts and slided both hands under to reach between the thighs. With both hands on the labia, it was easier to expose the clit, glistening in the dark. He lowered his head to lick the clit while Marinah grabbed his shaft and started licking, pouting and sucking on the head. That is the most sensitive part of his tool and she knew that. She rimmed and horned the head till it changed from red to purple engorged with red hod blood, and as he jerked with each of her blowjob sequence she noticed his dick had enlarged to nearly twice the hardened size. This excited her and she continued all the more on the target sending the poor man jerking up and down quivering into her pouting mouth and beyond. Marinah had nearly come 6 times earlier and her clit was now easily excited and will come faster than before. Icy had to lengthen this process. He glided the tip of his tongue onto the labia sweeping from the outer to the inner, yet not touching the clit which quickly engorged and throbbing into a mini penis. He carved out from his fourth finger nail the bit of sambal belacan he picked up from the table, to his thumbnail and spread it on her clitoris, his tongue gliding all the time on the labia. The red hot chilli paste worked. She felt the heat, cold and irritation in her clit and yet she is not sure. What is it? Her curiosity aroused her more and she wiggled and tremored as he glided on the labia. His tongue descended on the clit, resting on it. He tasted the hot spicy chilli paste and lapped the clit with long slow sweeping licking motion. She felt the heat as his tongue swept on and the cold as the tongue lifted off. The hot-cold irritation excited her more and her clit enlarged to the mysterious tongue. His tongue concentrated on the clit now. He licked palpated and trembled his tongue on her clit as she wiggled, raised her butts knee high, cunt oozing floods of juice. As she arched upwards he licked more and more heavily on the clit. Her pelvic tremored uncontrollably, jerking herself upwards more and more till she arched herself backwards and upwards into a semi-circle, both legs wide open on the feet and arms raised straight upwards from her palms on the floor. Her mouth was full on his gland and she gurgled as he swept deeper and longer into her clitoris. Her whole torso shook as he continued sweeping hot and cold on the clitoris. Her torso vibrated up and down as he licked, swept and tantalized on the pulsating clit till she arched fully backwards on toes and finger tips, her mouth anchoring on his gland. The sensation was extreme and she arched highest on her toes and fingertips biting and gurgling on his gland. He suddenly clamped his teeth lightly on the clit and he came crashing down on her pussy with her thighs clamped tightly on his head. This ritual repeated for like eternity. He raised her pelvis as she rose on her limbo rock standing on her toes and fingertips again to crash down only to start all over again. Their sweaty bodies glistened in the dark as both performed their ballet duet for each other. And at the end of the second hour, her arched back and aching pussy could take it no longer, she suddenly flipped her thighs on his shoulder and clamped hard on his head. With his tongue still in the pussy, he stood up holding Marinah at the waist, her thighs clamped hard and her legs criss crossed on the back of his head, and Marinah upside down clinging to his waist and engulfing the monstrous dick. He held her slippery waist and swung gently from left to right like a mother holding her baby in lullaby. He lapped up the torrents of juice pouring from the joy box down her waist he walked slowly and rhythmically to the window with Marinah on his comforter. He started again to torture the clit and this time the anus. He licked, lashed, glided and slapped on the now rock hard pulsating clit and when he sensed her coming, he flipped his tongue to the anus interrupting one sensation to begin a totally new one at her anus. At first she found it ticklish, wiggled her thighs hence shaking his head. He grinned, blew some of her juice to the anus and began to lash the clit again. Her body began to tremble again and clamped her thighs tighter yet wider on his head, her legs arched to the back of his neck and tossed across to the back of his shoulders with her pussy wide open to his merciless tongue. By then, he had inserted his left finger down her ass while the tongue lashed the clit to near orgasm. She felt a rush of blood to her face and felt his finger hitting her prostrate and he lashing at her clit full orchestra on the clit. She felt dizzy yet the near orgasm at her groin was unbelievable. She rocked her groin into and out of his face. Suddenly she dropped her arms from his waist to the floor, and moaned, “adoi………. ……………..adoi………. …………. ADOI……… …………. KOCHEH !!!!!!!!!! ” Icy quietly and slowly lifted Marinah higher upside down on his shoulders and walked in slow motion to the bedroom, her exhausted and aching body floating with him and her hands hardly dragging the carpeted floor. She saw the room moving upside down, the ceiling and the moon below and his throbbing dick above. I must not pass out. Twenty more seconds, and I’ll be the first woman in Malaysia to get the Second Dan. Thirty more throws, kicks and blows. Her left fourth finger was broken. The pain was terrible. She saw the clock pointing one more second. With one sweeping move, she floored two opponents, and then did the impossible. She jumped up, did the reverse flying double kick, catching the last two taller opponents by surprise, and sending their heads crashing backwards to the wall. She saw the master and examiner look at the stopwatch. She bowed to the examiner, walked to the door, slided the partition, bowed again for the last time and closed the door. “Heh heh, you did very well, 1 second ahead. Now, lets take a look at the broken finger”, said Icqman. She fainted. She woke up sitting upright and naked on her bed with Icy wiping the sweat from her face. Icy grinned and said,”People with low blood pressure, should not make love upside down”. Marinah looked at him, “I want to finish my dessert. I just got only one spoonful” and both grabbed each other and laughed. Both lay on their backs on the large bed with a large overhead mirror on the ceiling. Marinah had this mirror specially reinforced lest it crash down again in the middle of their love making. They may not be fortunate the second time. Last year, they were banging rhythmically for hours below the mirror.Icy had asked if she had installed a videocamera above. “Shit, why should I view your video when I can have you life? !” Anyway I don’t believe Ian Fleming had James Bond’s love making captured from above. He would have only seen his ass” “Yea, closeup digital fibreoptic videocam from the sides with builtin sound would be more exotic and educational”. They left for the long bath and at that instant, they saw the whole 600 lbs of Belgium non reflective glass crashing down onto the bed. neatly incising the mattress to pieces. She imagined them split seconds below the glass, and shivered into his arms for comfort. This one above is the state of art technology. A made-to-order, flat non-glass television screen eight by ten feet, weighing less than 100 lbs bolted on the Bosch mariner’s compass platform and meters of fine tungsten-titanium cables below forming a mesh one cm square. Fibre optic digital atuofocus and sound capture cameras are embedded in the 6 sides of the room making viewing, close up and replay from all possible angles a breeze. “Yeah, I like that”, said Icy zooming the cameras to Marinah’s legs and up to her glistening pussy—— and what a view. Flashes of legs sliding at real time to the screen above. Icy watched with mouth open at the delicious legs and pussies and after a while held his neck and was about to commend on neck pain, when Marinah flipped a switch and the realtime movie is projected by the fibreoptic epidiascope onto the vertical wall opposite, similar to the techniques in inflight movies. “Oh yeah, neat , real neat” said Icy, eyes zooming into the real legs and pussy. Marindah knows if a compliment is and warmed her breasts to this one on the bed with her now. Icy held her right succulent breast in one hand and slowly his tongue glided down to the left. He licked around the areola and flipped his tongue on the nipple. Slowly the nipple hardened from soft pink to hard brown. The heavy breathing increased as the boob rose and fell at each lingual stimulation. Her left breast became hot, turgid and throbbing. Suddenly she grabbed his head to her right breast and began frantically kneading her left. Now on the right breaat, Icy was able to see the gradual rising and falling of the knees on the sheet. As he advanced on the sucking, titillated by the tongue flicking, her leg movements became more frantic, rising and falling irregularly, the thighs moved outwards lifting the exquisite legs and kicking down on the sheet in sheer distress. The distressed Marinah reached her left hand to her pussy and started to violently massage her clit. This shocked Icy too. In the past it was Icy fingering or licking on her clict. Here we had an agitated hand violently spreading and kneading the labia punctuated by the thumb and first finger rolling on the clit and plucking it far upwards to suddenly releasing it. The clitoris slammed back and slowly disappeared into the pussy; exactly similar to the coffee stall roti chanai man kneading, spreading and thumbing on the oily fermented dough. No wonder the girls on first time seeing the dough making in action, stared at the execution of shocked similarity and quickly escaped into a deserted corner to giggle themselves to suffocation. Surely, there must be some co-relation between the breast and the vagina? As Icy caressed the areola and nipple Marinah kneaded on the labia and as he sucked on the nipple, she pulled on the sensitive clitoris. As he licked more flirtatiously on the nipples and sucked on the nipples at random orders, her rhythm at the vagina became discordant. Disorientated by the continuous random stimulations, Marinah’s hands went to her pelvis below the navel and began to press both hands flat on the womb. This alleviated somewhat but she still could not hit the nail on the head and returned to the disorientated dough making, womb comforting and breast squeezing processes. Both wondered who is the masochist at this moment, he titillating her to disorientation or she dough making, womb slapping and boobs kneading with legs wriggling to boot? The sight of her legs kicking out in random order on the sheet aroused him and he felt his precum came over his thighs many many times. Mutual masochism and sadism indeed. Suddenly, she seized him by the head, pulled him down on her and both kissed and tongue lashed into each others’ mouth for near eternity. Finally both broke off onto their backs gasping for air. She woke up with Icy’s fingers gliding, palpating, tantalizing and vibrating on her wrenched labia and clitoris. She leaned over to grasp his penis and slowly but certainly raised it up to a full hard pole. She raised her thigh to widen her vagina and Icy noticed her thigh trembled autonomically. She sure had been stimulated to pure exhaustion. Her autonomic reflexes had taken over the muscular. The art of jujitsu is not a art of exhibition. It is not a game. It is not a show. It is a discipline. It is a way of life. It is an art of war. “Fifty percent of you will drop out after 1 month. 30% the second month, the rest will drag on for one year. By the end of 3 years only one of you will qualify to sit for the black belt. You are here to fight for your life. You will learn as I shall teach. You will show no mercy to your opponents, no pity, no remorse and no recompense. You will carry this art as a flaming sword that visits death, swiftly, on your opponents lest you perish as their victim “. Tough words, challenging words, thought Marinah, on the first day of her training. Two years passed. She blocked, blowed, kicked and threw her way to her brown belt. The black belt is the toughest. She remembered throwing, falling, dropping and blocking extremely low and dangerous blows and suffering extremely high throws where, she, whether conscious or unconsciously, had to break the fall or die. She first fought like a zombie. Then she learned the art of internal strength, drawing on her subconscious to will the conscious to move, learning slowly and painfully the art of invincibility. Suddenly Marinah seized his hand into a upper elbow lock and sprang up to sit on him and fuck him dead. At the same time Icy reverse somersaulted dragging her legs to the corner of the bed. He then double locked her knees and his hands reached to the back of her neck. Fuck, he is still good and broke into an impish smile. The sudden bouts immediately heightened each other’s consciousness. The room became electric with tension. And Marinah sensed danger in the air. His penis enlarged and her vaginal muscles quivered ready for mortal combat. He dragged her towards him arcing her thigh higher and wider into the wheel-barrow position. His penis exploded into her and both saw flashes of extreme penetrations and suctions down the vortex. The room gradually brightened. Icy was riding deeper and deeper into Marinah. His hands were now on the side of Marinah’s chest while she outstretched her legs, raised her pelvis and grabbed his ass as he pounded in. They starred in trance at each other, each willing the other to come. Marinah closed her eyes to defer her orgasm but Icy arched his pelvis into her forcing the penis to ride into and across the os. Her eyes widened to see flashes after flashes as the penis rammed into her. She took in a deep breath into her abdomen and coughed with her mouth and nose closed! He collapsed forward to hear her, and she hear him, wailed out long and loud: “Ai yah !!!!!!!! nur og leau ……..” “Uoooooooh aaaaaaa AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaHhhhhh” Both lay side by side, holding each other’s hand, recovering their breath and whatever strength they still had. Icy turned to Marinah, “how many?” Marinah glared at him with smiling eyes, ” three times !!!! and you?” “Two.” She turned and nudged into his chest knowing very well he had come only once tonight. It is in giving that you receive. _St. Francis of Assisi

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