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More Stepping Stones
5/17/2009 6:12 am |
After my latest inspirations, i chose to follow her advice. There was different paces and approaches but it was more of a spiritual thing for me. i truly loved playing the dominant role with women and still do. The part where i am able to give them all the sensations that i enjoy myself only adds to the fun. Whether it be pain or tenderness, i love to see the flesh twitch, the goose bumps, and last but not least, the driven desire to please. i love to hear them beg for cock like a cheap whore. But what i truly love is to be the one begging. For unexplainable reasons to me, it's like a light switch is turned on when i am in the presence of a top man. i am instantly that slut now and i can't help myself. It wasn't that fast of a transition with men though. In the earlier part after my dismissal from Mistress, i explored with men primarily at glory holes in the arcade. i learned what time certain types of men were there mostly for safety reasons. In other words, if i saw a wedding ring through the glory hole, i was very intent on pleasing that man. After all, he was probably there to get the blowjob his wife wouldn't give him and i wanted him to come back again. It got to the point where i could service 4-5 married men in a row and it seemed like a same time next week scene. One particular morning, i was so horned up that i hit the arcade at 6 AM and was first disappointed when there was only one other guy there. My luck changed when he finally entered my neighboring booth, unzipped, and fed about a seven inch uncut cock through the hole. Hhhmmm, i can still recall the taste and smell of him along with how quickly it became hard in mouth. i know i whimpered outloud when he pulled it back through the hole. He leaned down and whispered to me, "Let's get a bigger booth". i needed to get more of that cock so there was only one answer and i simply nodded. He was stripping down as we entered a large booth and sat down inviting me to resume. After a few minutes, he told me to stand and he slowly removed my jeans, his hands exploring my ass. He asked if i had a condom and i gave him one. He stood and forced me to bend over, spit on his dick, stroked it a few times, then used his spit covered fingers to lube my hole. Then he pushed it in me, ever so slow, like he new it was my first time. Once deep within me, he held still for a bit and then slowly began gyrating his hips. He put his hands on my nipples and pulled me up against his chest and asked me if i was alright. i nodded briefly before i whispered, "Please fuck me". He started slow, pulling all the way back to his cockhead before shoving it balls deep again. i was in heaven. Just a thing, an object for this man to use for his pleasure. i found myself fucking him back after he picked up the pace. i now knew that there would never be anything better than a real cock drilling me. There just isn't any comparison with toys. We were both sweating profusely by the time he finally throbbed in me, filling the condom with his seed. He held me close to his chest again for a few moments while his hardness receded. All i could think at this time was that my man-cunt wanted more! He pulled out, tossed the condom into the corner and was dressing on his way out. The only words exchanged at that point were by me saying, "Thank You Sir". From that point on, i think i have thanked just about every man that has used me for a cum-dump. i still do to this day. But something was even more special to me from that same point. Being a bitch for a man is where i need to be. |
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