Forbidden Heat: Singapore Diaries

So Ting texts me Tuesday evening. 'Fullerton Hotel, room 508, eight o'clock. Wear the Tom Ford shirt. Don't be late.'

Which was standard Ting, really. No explanation, just instructions. Probably another elaborate shag involving mirrors or whatever sex toy Fat Wong had delivered that week. Dad was in Hong Kong, so we had the place to ourselves, but Ting always preferred hotels anyway. Something about the whole sneaking around thing got her going.

I turned up at ten to eight because being late with Ting was suicide. Knocked on 508. Door swung open. Ting in a black silk robe with a glass of champagne, already looking pleased with herself.

'On time,' she said. 'Good. Come in.'

'What's the surprise this time? Because last time you said surprise, Maria showed up with handcuffs and I'm still not entirely recovered.'

'This one's much better.'

She moved aside and there was Ms fucking Richardson on the bed in black stockings and absolutely nothing else, holding a champagne glass, grinning at me.

'Hello Jamie darling.'

I actually walked backwards into the doorframe.

'How... what... when did you...'

'Instagram,' Ting said. 'Diana posted she was in Singapore. I did some digging into your online habits.'

'You've liked every single photo I've posted for six months,' Diana said. 'Beach shots, sunsets, close-ups of my feet. Very thorough. Ting showed me.'

Jesus. My face went hot.

'I mean... that's not...'

'Don't be embarrassed,' Diana laughed. 'It's flattering. And when Ting messaged with her proposal, I thought why not?'

Ting moved behind me, hands on my waist. 'You've been naughty, Jamie. Shagging your teacher behind my back. That needs punishing.'

'This is insane. You two have never even met.'

'Three hours ago,' Diana said. 'Had champagne. Compared notes on you. Your technique. Your habits. That thing you do with your tongue.'

'The foot thing especially,' Ting added in my ear. 'Very educational conversation.'

My cock was already getting hard. My English teacher and my stepmother in a hotel room, apparently plotting against me.

'I feel like I should have been consulted about this.'

'Where's the fun in that?' Diana sat up, those legs right there in front of me. The ones I'd spent two years staring at in English while pretending to care about Othello. 'Besides, we both knew you wouldn't say no.'

She wasn't wrong. This was either the best thing that had ever happened to me or proof I'd completely lost the plot.

'Well,' I said, Ting already working at my belt, Diana beckoning me to the bed. 'When you put it like that.'

'Good boy,' they both said.

Singapore just kept getting better.

Ting pushed my shirt off. Diana got my trousers. Both giggling like they'd planned this for weeks. Which they probably had.

'Does he always go this red?' Diana asked.

'Every time.'

'I'm not nervous...I'm processing.'

'Poor baby,' Diana said.

Then they both dropped to their knees in front of me. My English teacher and my stepmother. Kneeling. Looking up at me.

If sixteen-year-old Jamie could see this he'd have a stroke.

'Who gets first go?' Ting asked, fingers in my waistband.

'Well, I am the guest.'

'But I arranged it.'

'There's plenty to go around,' I managed. Voice gone squeaky.

Diana raised an eyebrow. 'Still mouthy.'

My boxers came off. My cock was properly hard now and they both just looked at it for a second. Then Diana leaned in from one side, Ting from the other, and they kissed around the head of it.

'Fuck.'

Two mouths. Two tongues. Diana knew exactly what she was doing, going for that spot that made my knees wobble. Ting just went deep, took me right to the back of her throat. I had to grab the dresser to stay upright.

Diana came up for air. 'Still can't speak in full sentences. Your essays were the same.'

'Bit difficult when you're doing that.'

They switched. Diana's throat was tight and hot and I thought I was going to lose it right there. Ting moved to my balls, licking and sucking. They kept swapping, passing me back and forth like I was a toy they were sharing.

'He's close,' Ting said.

'Can't have that yet,' Diana agreed. 'We've got all night.'

They stood up, climbed onto the bed. Ting pulled out her vibrator from under the pillow, the silver expensive one, handed it to Diana.

'Go on, show him.'

Diana's hand went between Ting's legs. Ting spread her thighs, already wet. The robe fell open.

'Closer,' Ting said. 'I want you to watch properly.'

I moved to the end of the bed. Still that same sixth-form idiot who'd do anything Ms Richardson told him.

Diana's fingers slid inside Ting like they'd done this before. The vibrator buzzed against Ting's clit.

'Look at him,' Ting gasped, staring at me. 'He's rock hard watching us.'

'Noted,' Diana said, pushing deeper. 'God, you're tight.'

Ting's hand went to her clit, rubbing fast while Diana worked her. 'I'm going to come. Fuck, I'm close.'

'Come for him,' Diana said. Teacher voice making it dirtier. 'Show him what we've been doing.'

Ting came hard, back arching off the bed, yelling in Mandarin. Clenched around Diana's fingers. Diana kept the vibrator pressed there until she stopped trembling.

Then Ting pushed Diana onto her back.

'My turn,' she said, grabbing the toy.

Buried her face between Diana's legs, shoved the vibrator inside her. Diana's head went back, hands in Ting's hair.

'Oh fuck,' Diana moaned.

Never thought I'd hear Ms Richardson swear like that. Never thought I'd see my stepmother eating her out.

Ting looked back at me. 'Get over here. Fuck me while I make her come.'

I scrambled onto the bed, remembered to remove my socks, Ting hated that.

Ting on all fours, face in Diana's cunt. Diana on her back, legs wide. I got behind Ting. She was dripping. I pushed inside and she gasped against Diana's thigh.

'Harder,' Ting said.

Every time I thrust into her, her face pushed into Diana. Diana's legs wrapped around Ting's head in those stockings. The same legs I'd stared at for two years in English class. Now holding my stepmother's face against her pussy.

'Yes,' Diana cried. 'Just like that.'

I grabbed Ting's hips, really went for it. Ms Richardson who'd given me detention for saying bollocks was now swearing like a docker.

'He's good at this,' Diana gasped.

'Haven't taught him anything,' Ting said, coming up for breath. 'Natural talent.'

Ting reached back, grabbed my arse, pulled me deeper.

'I'm coming!' Diana screamed.

Diana came hard, thighs clamping Ting's head. Ting clenched around my cock.

'Don't you dare,' Ting warned, spinning round. 'Not yet. Diana, get on him.'

Somehow Diana ended up straddling me. Hair messy, eyes wild. She grabbed my cock and sank down.

'Oh fuck, that's good,' she sighed.

Ting crawled over, started playing with Diana's clit while she rode me.

Diana's eyes rolled back. Started bouncing on me, tits shaking. Ting right there whispering filth in her ear, fingering her while I thrust up.

'I'm going to come again,' Diana warned.

I sat up, wrapped my arms round her waist, fucked up into her hard. Diana's mouth found mine, kissing me desperate. Could taste Ting on her lips.

Diana came, bit down on my neck, muffled her scream against my skin.

'Don't come yet,' Ting said. 'We're not done.'

Diana lifted off me, collapsed next to Ting. Both looking at me.

'Your turn,' Ting said. 'Where do you want us?'

My brain had stopped working. 'What?'

'Where do you want us.' Diana said it slower. 'We're yours, Jamie. Tell us.'

My stepmother and my teacher offering themselves up. Every teenage fantasy made real.

'Both of you. On your knees. Side by side.'

They moved to the edge of the bed. Knelt. Arses up. Ting on the left, Diana on the right.

'Like this?' Ting looked back.

'Yeah. Perfect.'

I started with Ting, pushed into her from behind. Still soaking. Did a few strokes, pulled out, moved to Diana. Tighter. The stockings rubbing my thighs.

'Fuck,' Diana gasped. 'Wasn't expecting that.'

Kept switching between them. Few thrusts in Ting, then Diana. Back and forth. Both moaning, pushing back.

'You're killing us,' Ting said. Smiling though.

'Payback for the Instagram thing.'

Diana laughed. 'Worth it.'

My cock inside Ms Richardson while my stepmother waited her turn. Dad in Hong Kong, completely clueless. The whole thing was mental.

'Going to come,' I warned.

'Where?' Ting asked. 'Where do you want it?'

Couldn't think. Couldn't decide. 'Both of us,' Diana said. 'Come on both of us.'

I pulled out, grabbed my cock. They turned round, knelt up, pushed their tits together. Ting smirking. Diana flushed and gorgeous.

'Come on,' Diana said, tongue out. 'Give it to us.'

Lasted about three seconds. Came everywhere. Their tits, Diana's face, Ting's stomach. Kept going till there was nothing left.

'Fucking hell,' I groaned.

They looked at each other covered in my come and just started laughing.

Diana wiped some off her cheek, licked her finger. 'Not bad. For someone who can't write a thesis statement.'

'Fuck off,' I said, falling on the bed between them.

Ting drew patterns in the mess on her chest. 'That was fun. We should do it again.'

'Diana's leaving tomorrow.'

'I'm through Singapore twice a year,' Diana said, curling against my side. 'Got Ting's number now. We've already discussed it.'

'Discussed what?'

'Your continuing education,' Ting purred. 'So much more to teach you.'

I should have worried. About Dad, about Nigel, about lying here covered in sweat and come between my stepmother and my old English teacher who'd apparently formed some alliance. But it was hot, they were warm and soft either side of me, and I honestly couldn't care.

'When's the next lesson?'

They both laughed.

'Rest first,' Ting said, already reaching for me. 'Then round two. We've got the room till noon.'

I checked the clock. 9:47.

These two were going to kill me.

Best death in Singapore.