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We had corresponded for a while. He was married, like me, fairly new to the bi world and wanting to explore more. It seemed the perfect match, especially when I mentioned my submissive nature. He hadn’t dommed, but had an interest in it: an interest that was fanned into flame when I sent him some stories of my previous experiences. He wanted to try being dom. I welcomed the opportunity to help him explore. We set a time to meet. He got a room and, at the chosen time, I drove to the hotel and knocked on the door. We shook hands and chatted a bit, but I was already moving into sub mode.
He seemed to feed off my natural submissiveness. “Go take off your clothes, then stand here for inspection,” he ordered.
I went to the bathroom area and took off my clothes, trying to put on a show, but stripping more quickly than I intended, the hunger driving me. Once naked, I walked over to him, locked my hands behind my head and spread my legs. My head lowered of its own accord, my eyes locked on his cock. He walked up to me and began to run his hands over my body, squeezing, poking and prodding. My cock responded to his tour of my body and my sharp intakes of breath told him he was doing well.
Satisfied with what I had to offer, he lay back on the bed, spread his legs and ordered me to kneel between his legs and work my way up to his cock. I rubbed my hands up his legs slowly, enjoying the softness of the hair and flesh. I used the back of my hand and fingertips to move slowly up his right leg, over his waist without touching his crotch, then back down the left leg. His murmurs of pleasure encouraged me and I soon added my lips to the explorations. On an impulse, I began by kissing the top of his foot and retraced my steps, kissing my way up one leg and down the other, ending at his other foot. I felt the precum starting to come out of my cock as I was now in full sub mode and focused only on his body, his pleasure.
“Suck my nipples, but carefully: they’re sensitive.”
I had been waiting for that command ever since I had seen them peeking out from his hairy chest during the inspection. I made my way up his stomach, keeping my lips on his skin the entire time, enjoying the feel of his body hair on my face. Mindful of his warning, I licked around the Ataşehir Escort aureola before running my tongue over his left nipple, which was already erect and waiting for my ministrations. I pushed the hair away from his nipple so I could focus on it. I lowered my mouth over it, covering my teeth with my lips and carefully clamping it with my lips. That gave my tongue full access and I flicked his nipple lightly, coating it with saliva and circling it as I alternately licked and sucked on it. While doing that, I took advantage of my body’s position to rub my cock against his, letting him feel my precum as it dripped from my cock to his. He moaned in appreciation while I nuzzled his nipple, then directed me to the other one. As I moved from one nipple to the other, I luxuriated in the feel of his chest hair rubbing against me and my lust for him grew, as did my need to taste his cock. Finally, he told me to move down to his cock and I did so with pleasure, trying to keep my mouth in contact with his body all the way down.
Never before had I lusted so much for the rest of a man’s body. He was no Adonis: just an average middle age man with an average middle age body. But I was entranced, so deep in sub mode that I had to touch it, to lick it, to kiss it, to press my own body against his. His nascent dominance was awakening a new level of submission in me.
I crawled down slightly so I was able at last to plant a kiss on each thigh, then each ball and, finally, the head of his cock. It was erect now and the perfect size for me to devour. I began to lick slowly from the bottom of the shaft upward, bracing the cock with one hand so I could have easy access to it. A couple of licks and he snapped out, “Put it in your mouth.”
The urgency in his voice told me what he wanted. I took it in my mouth with one gulp and began sucking it in earnest. I kept the full length in my mouth as I ran my tongue over it, sighing contentedly, knowing that this was what I needed: the cock possessing and filling my mouth, my tongue reveling in its shape and textures, the need growing to feed on its nectar. I began moving my mouth up and down quickly, my own need for this cock and its seed matching his own need to feed me. There was no subtlety here, only two needs perfectly Acıbadem Escort matching. How long before he came I don’t know. I felt the pulse and the warmth filling my mouth, but it didn’t stop my sucking. I swallowed it down and continued to hold his cock in my mouth, licking it, savoring the taste and trying to milk more out. I pulled up until only the head was in my mouth, then squeezed the shaft with my hand to milk out every last drop before lowering my head again and swirling my tongue around that cock I was here to serve.
I thrilled to feel his body twitch as I continued to milk him, until he had to pull me off his cock. I smiled contentedly: I had given him pleasure; I had fed; I was on my knees between his legs, where I belonged. I had served my Master well, but he wasn’t through with me yet.
After he recovered from his orgasm, he had me lay on my back on the bed. I did so, and he ran his hands over my body, causing me to shiver with anticipation and delight. Walking away for a moment, he returned with a blindfold. As he put it over my eyes, my cock twitched with anticipation, even more as he spread my legs and I delighted in the feel of rope being tied around my ankles. I laid back and relaxed, enjoying the sensual helplessness, compounded when he completed the task and my wrists, too, were restrained by the ropes. They were tight enough to remind me I was completely at his mercy, but loose enough that I had no fears of lost blood circulation.
I heard a snapping sound. It took me a few seconds to identify it as a rubber glove. Before I had time to process that, I felt his fingers on my ass, rubbing it and gently, ever so gently, pushing into my anus. Exactly how far he penetrated me with his fingers and what gestures he used, I don’t know. What I remember is a warmth pulsating around my anus and a wave of lust sweeping over me the likes of which I hadn’t felt before. I was on fire with desire. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be filled, to allow that sensation to overwhelm me. His hand on my cock, rubbing it, only inflamed me more. And in that moment, I knew I had to lose my virginity, to be taken by a real cock…but it was not to be on that day. He removed his hand and retreated to remove the glove, leaving me panting İstanbul Escort with desire. (I’m sure he has no idea what he has awakened in me until he reads this story.) I felt him standing near my face and opened my mouth, pleading silently for his cock, a plea which was unheard and unanswered.
The next few minutes are a blur of sensations. I felt his hands on my body and his lips exploring my cock. I moaned with pleasure as I felt him pleasuring me, the warm darkness heightening the sensations and the pleasure he was bringing me, but never to the point of release. He was doing a masterful job of edging me and causing my precum to flow. I was starting to float, but something was missing, and I knew what it was.
“Sir? Could I have your cock in my mouth?” I managed to get out.
He shifted position and I felt his manhood dangling over my face. I lifted my head and took in as much of his cock as I could, letting it rest in my mouth for a moment so I could savor the moment of submission, then sucking and licking it with all the pent up desire I had. I longed for another meal of his cum…more than anything at that moment, I wanted to taste his nectar.
How long we remained locked in that 69, I don’t know. However, at some point he got up and untied me. I was on the edge, but not frustrated. Instead, I was looking forward to more of his cock and more of his cum. But that would have to wait for our next meeting. He lay on the bed and had me straddle his chest facing him. He took my cock and began to stroke it, apparently ready for me to cum on his chest. As he brought me towards a climax, I reached behind me and felt his cock. I moved down slightly and rubbed it over my ass, at one point trying to push it inside me, to no avail. My lust had finally overwhelmed me, and I knew that I would have to have a cock in my ass sooner rather than later.
As he brought me to a powerful orgasm, I closed my eyes with the intensity of the pleasure that was shooting out my cock. I had reached the next stage of my growth as a sex slave: I was ready to surrender my ass. I was no longer afraid of the pain; all I remembered was the sensual heat he had produced in me and knew I had to experience the fullness of that heat and pressure. When that moment will come, I still don’t know. What I do know is that it’s no longer “if” but “when.” And I know that not only must my ass be filled, so must my mouth. That moment will mark my passage from an oral slave to a cock slave, a passage I now embrace.
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