Cocks, cum and a Dom Milf
I'm not sure if this blog post will be everyone's cup of tea, but I'm going to share an eye-opening experience that I had a weeks ago. Maybe some of you enjoy this "flavor" of kink. I'd never been in to the Sub/Dom scene -- it wasn't like I wasn't aware of it, I just never had much exposure to it. Then I hooked up with Shelly and Mark, a mature couple I met on a swingers website. She was 57, tall, slim, with graying brunette hair, glasses -- she was attractive and hovered between MILF and GILF. Her hubby was 60, a little under six feet tall, conservative looking and he could easily have blended into any golf course in America.
They said they wanted to play with a CD like me -- someone who was bisexual and loved cock and cunt equally. After a few emails Shelly suggested we talk on the phoned so we could work out the details. Shelly's voice was sexy, but authoritative. I only spoke with Mark briefly before Shelly cut him off -- she didn't beat around the bush: She said that She and Mark had a Dom/Sub relationship and asked if I would be comfortable with some role playing. I was pretty turned on by now -- I wanted her to take charge.
We met at a hotel, I arrived early and waited in the bar. When they got there I was surprised to see a younger guy with them. He was probably in his late 20's and had the physique of an athlete. Shelly introduced him simply as "Brandon my boyfriend." She said she wanted to go straight to our room. "Wow," I wondered, "She's all business." I looked at Mark and he gave me a mischievous grin. I had come dressed to play in my tight mini-dress, garter belt and stockings and my fuck-me heels. On the elevator ride up to the room,Shelly checked me out from head to toe. She didn't say a word, but she slowly backed me into the corner of the elevator. Shelly leaned into me, I could feel her breath on my face. She stared into my eyes. I was completely in awe of her control. I felt her hand hike up my dress and grab my semi-hard cock through my panties. She purred in my ear, "Seems like you're getting excited." I nodded. As the doors opened onto our floor, she said, "I think you're dressed just right for tonight. I need a slut like you to help me humiliate my husband."
Once in our room Shelly dropped her overcoat and my jaw dropped too, once I got a gander of what she was wearing..She had on a black leather corset with garters holding up black, back--seamed, Cuban-heeled silk stockings. On her feet were jet black, closed-toe stilettos heels, five inches high and dangerously sexy.
If you've read my xhamster profile you know that I have a leg fetish. Nylons, pantyhose, tights, knee-high schoolgirl socks, pumps, boots, mary janes -- to me these accessories strike some primal nerve in my brain, triggering an autonomic response. I can't help it. When I see sexy legs, synapses fire and that electrical message goes directly to my balls. Within minutes my body registers a ten-fold increase in the volume of my seminal fluid, This tsunami of spunk overwhelms the storage capacity of both of my nuts, The surplus splooge cannot be contained and if left untreated poses a serious health risk. Heart Disease is the number one killer of men my age. If too much gravy and too much butter can clog our arteries then so can too much cum.
Don't laugh. It's true. Years of exhaustive research conducted by leading experts say so, from what I'm told.
Mark wore a perfect sissy outfit of white stockings, panties and bra. Brandon also made him self comfortable. Underneath his pants was a different surprise. Barely restrained by his briefs was a cock that, at first glance, resembled a tree trunk. When he dropped his briefs the meat missile landed with a thud against his thigh. I stood dumbstruck. Brandon was the owner of a porn-level cock. I'd seen cocks like this on my TV and computer screens but never in real life. I figured guys with cocks this big are required by law to move to L.A. and be porn stars The Adult Film Industry is the only safe place for a cum cannon like Brandon's. Porn shoots are staffed by trained professionals, seasoned veterans who know how to handle freakishly large dicks.
I began to panic and my breathing grew faster. From the corner of my vision I could see Brandon on the couch, his cock resting on an ottoman and part of the coffee table. Mark was nowhere in sight but the muffled whimpering coming from beneath the bed soon betrayed his hiding place.
Shelly looked at him with disdain and told me, "He's a sissy. He's seen plenty of men fuck me, and sometimes I let him cleanup my cunt afterward, but this evening I wanted to show him how pathetic he is. He's not even a real sissy. I've let him suck my boyfriend's cock and it's embarrassing. It's as if he's trying to screw it up on purpose. Last week was the final straw -- I caught him spitting out the cum that I had rewarded him with. My lover came in my mouth, I spit it into a glass and Mark drank it down. But the fake sissy didn't swallow. Instead he ran to the bathroom -- and flushed his reward down the toilet."
Shelly never once made eye contact with Mark while she told me this story. Instead she glared at me, as if I was partially to blame. Again I found my self cornered by Shelly. And while I was equal parts intimidated and confused, my rock hard cock was now bulging out of my panties. Shelly grabbed my cock and once she had my full and undivided attention, she gave me my instructions: "I brought you here to show him how to suck cock like a proper slut. Can you do that?"
I stammered and said yes. Shelly inched closer to my face. "And if a slut does an excellent job of cock sucking she gets a present from the cock,yes?" Before I could answer she thrust her fingers between my lips and opened my mouth. "This is where the cum goes, right?" I tried to nod. Shelly started gagging me with her fingers, just enough so that my spit started to build up and dribble down my chin. She pulled her hand out of my mouth and issued a direct order: "You show him how to savor cum and crave more cum. You will do everything you can to submit to the cock. You will turn your mouth into a cunt if you have to. You will gag and drool and spit to make damn sure that the cock is dripping wet."
Shelly had, in a few short minutes, established beyond doubt I would submit myself to whatever she ordered. Her fingers touched my lips again and I opened my mouth as wide as I could. She grinned, "Good girl. Now keep your slut mouth open." Shelly, a few inches from my face, sniffed, cleared her throat and let fly a huge wad of spit onto my tongue. I was surprised, but I tried to keep it from dribbling out of my mouth.
Shelly laughed and spit twice more in my mouth. She wiped my chin with her gloved hand and licked her own fingers. "Get used to it. You and I will be sucking Brandon's cock together -- we'll be swapping fluids all night. Think of spit as the appetizer and cum as the main course."
To be continued...
They said they wanted to play with a CD like me -- someone who was bisexual and loved cock and cunt equally. After a few emails Shelly suggested we talk on the phoned so we could work out the details. Shelly's voice was sexy, but authoritative. I only spoke with Mark briefly before Shelly cut him off -- she didn't beat around the bush: She said that She and Mark had a Dom/Sub relationship and asked if I would be comfortable with some role playing. I was pretty turned on by now -- I wanted her to take charge.
We met at a hotel, I arrived early and waited in the bar. When they got there I was surprised to see a younger guy with them. He was probably in his late 20's and had the physique of an athlete. Shelly introduced him simply as "Brandon my boyfriend." She said she wanted to go straight to our room. "Wow," I wondered, "She's all business." I looked at Mark and he gave me a mischievous grin. I had come dressed to play in my tight mini-dress, garter belt and stockings and my fuck-me heels. On the elevator ride up to the room,Shelly checked me out from head to toe. She didn't say a word, but she slowly backed me into the corner of the elevator. Shelly leaned into me, I could feel her breath on my face. She stared into my eyes. I was completely in awe of her control. I felt her hand hike up my dress and grab my semi-hard cock through my panties. She purred in my ear, "Seems like you're getting excited." I nodded. As the doors opened onto our floor, she said, "I think you're dressed just right for tonight. I need a slut like you to help me humiliate my husband."
Once in our room Shelly dropped her overcoat and my jaw dropped too, once I got a gander of what she was wearing..She had on a black leather corset with garters holding up black, back--seamed, Cuban-heeled silk stockings. On her feet were jet black, closed-toe stilettos heels, five inches high and dangerously sexy.
If you've read my xhamster profile you know that I have a leg fetish. Nylons, pantyhose, tights, knee-high schoolgirl socks, pumps, boots, mary janes -- to me these accessories strike some primal nerve in my brain, triggering an autonomic response. I can't help it. When I see sexy legs, synapses fire and that electrical message goes directly to my balls. Within minutes my body registers a ten-fold increase in the volume of my seminal fluid, This tsunami of spunk overwhelms the storage capacity of both of my nuts, The surplus splooge cannot be contained and if left untreated poses a serious health risk. Heart Disease is the number one killer of men my age. If too much gravy and too much butter can clog our arteries then so can too much cum.
Don't laugh. It's true. Years of exhaustive research conducted by leading experts say so, from what I'm told.
Mark wore a perfect sissy outfit of white stockings, panties and bra. Brandon also made him self comfortable. Underneath his pants was a different surprise. Barely restrained by his briefs was a cock that, at first glance, resembled a tree trunk. When he dropped his briefs the meat missile landed with a thud against his thigh. I stood dumbstruck. Brandon was the owner of a porn-level cock. I'd seen cocks like this on my TV and computer screens but never in real life. I figured guys with cocks this big are required by law to move to L.A. and be porn stars The Adult Film Industry is the only safe place for a cum cannon like Brandon's. Porn shoots are staffed by trained professionals, seasoned veterans who know how to handle freakishly large dicks.
I began to panic and my breathing grew faster. From the corner of my vision I could see Brandon on the couch, his cock resting on an ottoman and part of the coffee table. Mark was nowhere in sight but the muffled whimpering coming from beneath the bed soon betrayed his hiding place.
Shelly looked at him with disdain and told me, "He's a sissy. He's seen plenty of men fuck me, and sometimes I let him cleanup my cunt afterward, but this evening I wanted to show him how pathetic he is. He's not even a real sissy. I've let him suck my boyfriend's cock and it's embarrassing. It's as if he's trying to screw it up on purpose. Last week was the final straw -- I caught him spitting out the cum that I had rewarded him with. My lover came in my mouth, I spit it into a glass and Mark drank it down. But the fake sissy didn't swallow. Instead he ran to the bathroom -- and flushed his reward down the toilet."
Shelly never once made eye contact with Mark while she told me this story. Instead she glared at me, as if I was partially to blame. Again I found my self cornered by Shelly. And while I was equal parts intimidated and confused, my rock hard cock was now bulging out of my panties. Shelly grabbed my cock and once she had my full and undivided attention, she gave me my instructions: "I brought you here to show him how to suck cock like a proper slut. Can you do that?"
I stammered and said yes. Shelly inched closer to my face. "And if a slut does an excellent job of cock sucking she gets a present from the cock,yes?" Before I could answer she thrust her fingers between my lips and opened my mouth. "This is where the cum goes, right?" I tried to nod. Shelly started gagging me with her fingers, just enough so that my spit started to build up and dribble down my chin. She pulled her hand out of my mouth and issued a direct order: "You show him how to savor cum and crave more cum. You will do everything you can to submit to the cock. You will turn your mouth into a cunt if you have to. You will gag and drool and spit to make damn sure that the cock is dripping wet."
Shelly had, in a few short minutes, established beyond doubt I would submit myself to whatever she ordered. Her fingers touched my lips again and I opened my mouth as wide as I could. She grinned, "Good girl. Now keep your slut mouth open." Shelly, a few inches from my face, sniffed, cleared her throat and let fly a huge wad of spit onto my tongue. I was surprised, but I tried to keep it from dribbling out of my mouth.
Shelly laughed and spit twice more in my mouth. She wiped my chin with her gloved hand and licked her own fingers. "Get used to it. You and I will be sucking Brandon's cock together -- we'll be swapping fluids all night. Think of spit as the appetizer and cum as the main course."
To be continued...
7 years ago
