u/Alternative-Pace-138

I was messaging this guy for weeks before our schedules matched up so anticipation was high. We talked about all kinds of things we want to do with each other he opened my mind for some things I have yet to try. He was married, but his family left for a few days what gave us ample time. I took some days off from work for this so we can maximize what we can do.

The day arrived. I prep myself in the morning shave, clean, smooth, put on a black French-style pantie matching bra, and my boy clothes. I packed my bag with outfits we talked about and some of my toys.

I get the message that they left. I head over there. I’m already leaking from excitement. I arrive. Max opens the door in a bathrobe he is even more handsome in person, in his early 40s, tall, muscular but not too much the type that stays in shape but doesn’t go overboard. He offers me some drink… but I cannot think of anything other than I need this man in me.

So I drop to my knees and take his semi-hard cock in my mouth. He gets hard fast enjoys the moment and tells me he just fucked his wife this morning, so I can taste her as well. I suck him for a long time… and he tells me to stop for now he has something he wants.

He wants to do watersports. We talked about it. We move into the bathroom and he drenches me. He puts his dick back in my mouth, still letting it go… I struggle, choke he lets up. I’m a mess now. But he is energized and jerks off onto me. He orders me to lick it up and take a shower and dress for him.

What a start of the day what have I got myself into…

I shower. Put on a pink set, and a flowery minidress. By the time I’m done he is dressed for work in a nice suit. I’m surprised… but he says it’s fine he will be back in a few hours. Until then I should clean and something else.

He tells me to bend over. I do it. He licks my bussy for a bit and puts a plug in. “I want you to keep that in until I’m back.”

I’m alone in his place. I look around there is really nothing to clean except the bathroom we just used. I do that and take a look… maybe I can cook something? There was nothing in the fridge but the kitchen looked like it’s not used at all.

So what else is there to do than look around in his wife’s closet? Her taste is very expensive all my stuff is cheap and these clothes were way out of budget for me and the shoes… So I just sat down and watched some TV.

About two hours later I get a text that he is coming. I hear the car pull in and go to the door. He was not alone…

We talked about this but I did not expect it on the first day. His friend James slightly younger, in his 30s tall, blue eyes that can cut diamonds, wide shoulders… he smirks.

“So you are the new toy,” I’m like ohh so he knows all things. I greet him accordingly with a playful smile and I ask Max: “What is the plan for the rest of the day, Daddy?” He likes that and says: “First let me see if you kept it in.” I show it and he is smiling.

“Then we are going to take turns on you until we feel like… go kneel in the middle of the living room.”

I do as I told. They both take out their dicks. I first try to take Daddy’s but he slaps me: “You stupid whore, guests first.” So I take James’s decent 15–17cm girthy cock in my mouth and Daddy’s in my other hand and service them.

But Max pulls away in a short time I don’t see where. Then he tells me: “Inhale a big one.” I smell the poppers and go numb. He pulls out a plug and tells me to bend over the sofa.

He puts his great cock in me and I have James in my mouth. This is great. When I get another whiff of poppers this goes on for a bit then they switch around. James is more gentle but again I’m a mush. And Daddy is rough on my face another sniff of poppers and I’m told to climb on James and ride him.

It feels nice. He is kissing me what is unexpected. Then Daddy tells me to stop and I feel him pushing his dick in next to James’s.

I don’t remember if at this point or just slightly after I cum so hard from the stretching I go full bimbo. I’m the toy.

They both enjoy their time with me and both want to cum in my mouth and I’m happy to enjoy the reward. I’m spent.

James says his goodbyes and tells Daddy that this was great hope to do it again. I don’t hear what is the answer.

After this Max makes me a nice bath, I put on his wife's bathrobe while he orders some food and we enjoy a quiet dinner.

That’s my story. My first day with him… and I didn’t even know yet how much more I’d give him.

Rommates left early for the weekend, so I had my time alone. That’s when the magic happens or in my case, the mischief.

I was scrolling through apps like a man possessed, fingers flying over the screen, eyes scanning profiles with hungry intensity. I wanted something real not just a face on a screen but a body that could make me forget how to breathe. And then… there he was. Tall, lean, with a cock that looked like it had been carved from marble and dipped in honey twenty centimeters of pure, unapologetic heat. His bio said “I don’t play games.” I didn’t care. I wanted to be his game.

So I dressed for the occasion. Lacy white thong, matching bralette nothing too tight, but just enough to tease. A short skirt that hugged my hips like a second skin and a plain white t-shirt that barely covered anything. I looked innocent, sweet even but underneath? I was ready to explode.

I waited in the living room, legs crossed, hair falling over one shoulder, eyes locked on the door like it was going to burst open any second. My heart pounded harder than my pulse. I could feel the heat rising from my core, sweat beading at my neck even before he arrived.

He came in with a swagger no knock, just a shove of the door and a grin that made me shiver. He didn’t waste time. Before I could even say “hello,” he had me pinned to the floor down onto my hands and knees. His cock was already out thick, glistening with pre-cum, ready for action.

He didn’t ask if I wanted it. He just took it.

“Face fuck,” he growled, voice low and rough like gravel on velvet. “You’re gonna love this.”

And then… the poppers. He slipped one under my nose a little puff of chemical ecstasy that made me forget how to think straight. My vision blurred, my body went soft, my mind dissolved into pure sensation.

He pounded my mouth with brutal precision deep, hard, relentless. I was his canvas, his playground, his ultimate conquest. Every thrust felt like it ripped through me, every moan echoed off the walls as if begging for more. He didn’t care about my pain only about his own pleasure.

After ten minutes of pure animal heat, he pulled back and said, “Now… give me that ass.”

I didn’t argue. I went ass up face down on the couch like a good slut. He slid into position condom on, lube slicking my entrance as he pushed in slow, deliberate, then fast, hard.

He shoved another popper under my nose this time I was out of it completely. My brain turned to mush, my body became pure muscle and moan. He pounded me like a drumbeat against the night relentless, deep, unrelenting. I didn’t know where I was anymore. I didn’t care. At some point I started to shoot ropes of my useless clit, he did not care for it.

When he pulled out… he wanted more. He painted my face with his cum thick ropes dripping down my cheeks, across my lips, over my chin. “Good slut,” he laughed, voice rough and satisfied.

I couldn’t resist. I sucked him dry slow, deep, greedy swallowing every drop as if it were the last thing on earth I’d ever want to lose, I cleaned him up and he left me there on the couch, face covered in his cum, body trembling from exhaustion and ecstasy. Never saw him again. Not even a text. Just… gone.

I didn’t care. I was still warm. Still buzzing. Still horny.