It was a generic message by a "daddy221" which bluntly read, "Hey, I have a place near you. message me if you're interested" We exchanged correspondence and when I had decided that he was a pretty safe bet—no std’s, surely not associated with anybody I know, I agreed to meet him that coming Wednesday.
Come Wednesday, I took a cab to where he said his place was. ” I asked realizing how stupid and amateurish my question must’ve just sounded.
He pulled out and lay down, arms crossed behind his head and I fell on my side and let the cum drip out of my ass.
I gave it a couple of licks from the balls to the tip. “You fucking whore…MMmmm” Pulling my by my waist, he gave a couple of very hard thrusts and let off his load inside me.
Anyone looking up into the window would’ve seen me. “It's no problem, sir,” I said as I knelt up to acknowledge him. All of a sudden, careful not to let his cock slip out of me but quick enough as to not loose any momentum, Peter sat up, and brought the two of us into a doggy style.
“Hey, whore, if you don’t relax, I’ll go on ahead with that punishment I owe you.” He positioned himself behind me again and pushed into me. When I could comfortably get two fingers in all the way, I made my way up and tried backing myself up onto his dick but I couldn’t quite get it all in.
I was quite tall among my peers at around 5"11', quite slim, narrow shouldered, smooth skinned, and normally grew my hair into what resembled a short bob with side-swept bangs. He took my wrist and pulled me in to straddle him on the sofa. I had just called him sir without having been asked.
Aside from that, I'm really quite pretty for a guy. He looked me up and down then started touching me—my thighs at first, then he worked his way up my hips, and higher still to the back of my head.
It was a shabby apartment complex on the side of a main road.
My heart was pounding at this point wondering if I had done the right thing. He led me through the doors of the complex and through several floors up a dark, humid staircase. I want to see what I’m working with here.” My heart started thumping again. I hadn’t mentioned anything about my being submissive, love for taking orders, being talked dirty to, or anything like that.