u/Bi_Design4a11

A memory from back in the day on how I started my bi journey.

One of my college girlfriends had two main kinks: She loved dominance and she wanted to see men having sex. We always experimented with the former while sharing fantasies of the latter. She especially loved my bi-curiosity, as well as my submissive side. We'd often fantasize together about her forcing me into my first submissive bisexual act. To illustrate how kinky she could think; one of her favorite fantasies was dreaming of taking me to one of the alternative clubs in Savannah where she would offer 'my services' to any and all — then watch them all use me. (sadly, haven't lived that one out).

Shortly after college, she wanted me to travel home to NJ with her for thanksgiving with her family; The trip from Savannah to Trenton was going to be long so we left early evening to avoid traffic and drive through the night.

What started as a typical road trip, soon switched. After a short while everything settled in - we were on the highway, surrounded by darkness with the occasional exception of street-lights and having normal conversation. We settled into a momentary silence — then from the drivers seat she says 'take off your clothes'. When I turned not sure what I heard. 'you heard me. Take off your clothes,' she calmly said again.

With a nervous smile, I kicked off my shoes, then slid my pants and underwear onto the car floor.

"I said ...All ... your clothes' she cooed calmly. Leaving no doubt it was not a 'request.'

With that command, I pulled off my t-shirt - unsure if my shivers were from the cool November air or not. With the green dash lights illuminating her face, she told me she wanted me to entertain her and stroke my cock. I could only recline the passenger seat a little (with her tiny car filled with our bags), then spread my legs and began lightly rubbing my growing member. I took things slow because I knew she wanted the show, not my pleasure ....yet.

As I continued my show to the sound of her purrs of enjoyment, I noticed she had sped up. Just then she I hear "use your other hand and finger yourself". I immediately lifted my feet and placed them on the dash of her small car with my knees bent legs spread wide. She let out a soft moan when she saw me pushing my middle finger into my ass as far as I could. I continued fingering myself with my legs spread for several minutes before realizing this stretch of highway was now brightly lit with overhead highway lamps. I heard the amusement in her voice as she told me to go harder while passing a car to our right. As commanded, my left picked up pace pushing hard and faster into my tight ass while my dick was rock hard in my right. The bright lights filled small her car as she slowed to match the car next to me. She had put us right beside the driver.

"I wonder if they can see you," she mused. After a long moment, she sped up again. I continued stroking my rock hard dick and dry-fingering my tight hole - completely naked — while she continued to slowly pass more cars. As she did, she would ask me, "would you like it if they could? Random strangers watching you be my slut. Fucking yourself for me?" She knew the answer from all our shared taboo fantasies, but I answered breathlessly "yes"

'Don't cum yet'.... She continued teasing as she slowly passed a few more cars. She especially loved passing the larger ones that were higher off the ground and made for easier viewing into her car. But her favorite moment soon followed. "I bet you wish you had a real dick you, right now. Don't you? Letting me see how good they can Use you"

"Yes" I moaned.

'Slide another finger inside... you know you want more."

I winced as I pushed my ring finger and continued to pump my dick with my right hand. Glancing out my window, I saw we were passing a semi-truck. As before, once we were beside the driver she slowed to match his speed.

"Go harder - he deserves a show" she said once she pulled along side the Semi's cab. She matched his speed perfectly, putting me directly under his side window. Then suddenly her car was filled with light. She had turned on the cars cabin light. A second later, she honked her horn twice.

"That should get his attention," she giggled. In the darkness outside the car, I couldn't see anything but the truck driver from his vantage point would clearly see everything I was doing... if they were looking.

'You look so good like that," she said sincerely."Naked with you're legs spread wide open. I bet he's watching and wishing that was him instead of your fingers."

I could hear how turned on she was as talked about the trucker watching me and how much she would love letting him use both my holes. I stroked faster as I heard excitement and the graphic details how she would want it to play out.

"you'd love it if I pulled over. Pull off and let him just bend you over the hood and fuck you -- right here on the side of the road."

"Oh yes! I would love that so much" I moaned.

"Maybe I could see if he follows us to the rest area up ahead.....I could pull in to a dim lit part of the parking lot. Make you get out to meet him naked," she said. "He could decide how and where to use you. You would love that so much."

She could easily see how much I did love that whenever she glanced over at me

The mental image she painted of a some brawny truck driver forcefully bending me over the hood in the night air and fucking my brains out... The thought of her watching him breed me, sent me over the edge. With a deep thrust into my ass and pump, I felt the cum spray across my stomach, then pour down my hand.

I heard her soft moan followed by "Be a good boy and clean up. Let him know you like the taste"

After I licked all the cum off my hand and fingers, she cut off the light and slowly pulled away. a few seconds later, we heard two blasts behind us from the truckers horn. I was completely spent and stayed naked for a long while after just basking and exhausted - and satisfied seeing her wicked grin once my eyes adjusted to the dark again.

Realizing I was a Cock-Whore

Now I’m living in Raleigh, but this happened some time back. I had just moved to Charlotte (briefly) and I still didn’t know anyone there. It was another boring night all horny and alone - the worst combination. So naturally, I hopped online to take care of matters by my own hand. While checking out porn and chat sites, I got a dm from an unknown guy a bit older than me. It was a simple 'Hi - I like your profile name' (variation of Bi Design which helps clue people in)

It was a little after 8:30 pm and not much going on, so I thought ‘what the hell’ and replied to see what happened. Almost instantly after my simple hi and thanks, a new message pops up asking what part of town I lived in. Nervous excitement starts creeping up on me. Again, he follows up with more personal questions — nothing too out of the ordinary or wild. Curious to see where this was going, I answered each one of his questions, while asking some of my own to learn more about this mysterious stranger who messaged me out of the blue. The nervous excitement made it hard to type, as realized he lived close and was real. I didn't have to wait much longer for the 'meat' of the conversation to be revealed.

I stared at my computer screen just waiting for the next bit of text to appear (while lightly stroking my cock). My heart was pounding, and skipped a beat as it appeared: “do you like sucking cock?"

The sudden change from light online chat to direct blunt question caught me off guard. But the question itself caused a huge stir.

"Yes," I start to type with nervous excitement that now caused my body to shiver. " the times I've gotten to suck a guy, I did like." More body quakes happened as a I waited to see the reaction to my honesty that only a few people knew about me.

'Tell me more” Simple, direct and I felt it was more command than request.

Now, he stumbled on my other secret that few would guess; At this time, I in was in my almost 30, 6’0” tall, with broad shoulders….. so, no one would guess my sexual submission— especially to dominant men.

I immediately obeyed and told this total stranger about my first time with a married couple several years before. How it began with the husband seated at their kitchen table and after a short conversation, he told me to stand up and drop my jeans. Then he watched, as his wife went down on me in their kitchen. I told this Stranger how, later in their bed, she pulled me next to her while sucking her husbands dick; how she placed her hand behind my head and pulled me closer to her until she was able to kiss me. An open mouth kiss with his dick between us, pressing against my lips. I continued confessing the private details to this random man online about how excited I became while sucking my first guy; How good it felt as he grew hard in my mouth and seeing the satisfaction on his wife's face at the 'show'. He offered comments or questions about that and other experiences. The excitement of confessing my secret side to this random person combined with the memories, had me even hornier! And THEN:

"I'm at work right now. Come here and suck my cock."

I couldn't move. I just sat and stared at my screen for long moments. Completely stunned and surprised by the Direct commanding way of the statement. My body became a quivering mess. I already knew his vague location was close. The idea of doing something so kinky and taboo had me mesmerized - but also petrified. I couldn't just go and do this on pure impulse, I thought. I began trying to type, but my body was shaking. I would stop, get up, walk around my apartment wearing only my t-shirt, and sit back down to try and respond.

“I can't do that right now,” I responded - as I gave into my fears/nervousness.

He was not taking no for an answer. Undeterred, he responded immediately. Sure you can. Then he asked why not. I tried several times to give an excuse, and each time he rejected it outright. He told me “you can.”, and then repeated his ‘command’ to suck his cock. He must have sensed there was no real excuse other than my nervousness. I tried to offer setting up another day when I could get mentally prepared. But his response was steady and emphatic - Come Here. After one more attempt to rationalize why I couldn't, he completely ignored it:

“Come Here. I need my dick sucked."

I surrendered completely to his will! I replied "okay. where exactly?”

With the address, I headed out and quickly arrived in the parking lot of a mid-sized corporate building at the edge of downtown Charlotte, barely 10 minutes from my place. Now closer to 10:00 pm, I noticed there were still a fair number of cars in the parking lot. As instructed, I entered the building and was met by a front-desk security guard - a solid built black man. He looked at me slightly confused - I imagined at the time that there weren’t many visitors at this time of night. I was surprised and didn’t know what to say — I realized suddenly that I didn’t even know the Name of who I was there to see. Before I could say anything, a tall, thin, older man (I guessed mid to late 40’s) with short white-blond hair confidently walked down the hall towards the desk. "it's okay, he's with me"

He gave a quick motion for me to follow him. As I walked past the guard who is still eying me, he began some polite banter; ‘didn't have any trouble finding the place, did you?’ I was still very nervous and doing everything to control my body as I answered him. We walked only a short way down the hallway, when he pushed open a door to the left and motioned me inside, and then walked in behind me. I didn’t turn around but I felt there was no way the Security Guard didn’t see this.

Looking around I realized I was standing in a large standard corporate office bathroom—the kind ALL the employees use, Men and Women. AND it’s on the FIRST floor. Directly off from the MAIN Lobby. My mind replayed our walk from the security desk to here: Down a perfectly straight hallway, barely 50 feet away, and in full view of the security guard IF he was watching. That thought was immediately interrupted by my Online Stranger (whose name I still didn’t know) walking past me to the other side of the room and very calmly and confidently “commanding” with 5 words only.

"Take off all your clothes."

I was stunned by my immediate, unquestioning response; My mind was a spectator while my body did as I was told. I pulled off my t-shirt and I kicked off my shoes. I continued to undress; tossing my clothes to the far wall until I stood in the middle of the room completely naked. My body was still shivering from nervous excitement. Then a thought hit me — I glanced at the door behind me and realized he did Not lock the door!

When I turned back to face him and point this out, he calmly said, before I could speak, “Get on your knees”.

The contrast of this older man standing there completely dressed in his blue button up shirt and khaki pants, while I was standing completely naked and exposed. I felt like I was his possession. Again I did as I was told as I felt the cold tile on my knees. Once in position, I looked up and saw he was still dressed and had only unzipped his pants to free his fully erect cock. He stepped towards me as I watched the largest dick I'd ever seen swaying back and forth. He was not quite as thick as me, but had to be 9 or 10 inches. I opened my mouth, and let him slide it inside — as much of it as I could take, anyway. Next, I began to slide my tongue around and slowly bob my head back and forth - I tried to copy what women had done to me or what I'd watched them do in porn.

I continued to suck the head and takes as much of it as I could into my mouth. I did my best to be a good slut for him, But he wanted much more. I felt both his hands take hold of the back of my head from each side and suddenly pull my mouth down on his huge cock while pushing his hips forward. He held my head perfectly in place and began to fuck my mouth like I was his toy. My excitement grew then as I realized that I was exactly that — Only His Sex Toy. My gag-reflex kicked in several times while he tried to force all 10 inches down my throat. His monster cock continued hitting the back of my throat, but he didn't care at all, or stop. He continued to hold my head and thrust back and forth. He was using me for His pleasure and I completely forgot about the rest of the world! I had lost all track of time while I tried to keep up and be a good whore.

Suddenly, I felt him slow down, release his grip, and pull his still rock-hard cock from my mouth. He took several steps backwards to the far side of the bathroom, and sat on the edge of the toilet. He said his legs were getting tired and then told me to come there and finish the job. I leaned forward, placing my hands on the cold tile, and crawled across the bathroom floor on all fours. Feeling so exposed (because I was), I suddenly remembered the unlocked bathroom door. Thoughts of how I'd look IF anyone walked in rushed to mind: A man, naked on all fours, ass exposed with my hard cock hanging between my legs. Then my mind remembered the security guard and how he must have seen us Both go into a single bathroom. He couldn’t have missed it! I wondered if he was sitting out there wondering what were were doing in here for so long? Then I thought what IF he had completely forgotten and walked in on me naked while sucking his coworkers cock?

Once there, I stayed on all fours (with my bare ass facing the door) and began licking up his shaft. He tried to be quiet but I could hear his moans while I continued licking from his balls up. The pride swelling in me was equal to the swelling of my own cock. I slowly licked up his cock. When I arrived at his engorged head, I opened my mouth, took him inside again, and began bobbing up and down. I continued doing my best to suck his cock, and all the while still thinking about the guard and feeling more and more nervous excitement. At first there was worry; what if he needed to use the bathroom and, not realizing we were still there, walked in on this hot scene. While I continued doing my best to please him AND get my reward, I realized my worries of the black security guard throwing open the door and seeing me naked on all fours sucking his co-workers cock faded. They were replaced by my desire for him to stumble in and see me there on all fours — vulnerable, open, willing, and ready. I listened to the moans while I sucked his cock like it was my sole purpose in life! In that moment, it was my only purpose! The thrill of discovery grew even more exhilarating. I then realized that my worry of discovery had turned to a desire to be discovered, and was soon replaced by a full blown Hope of discovery.

I sucked even harder now, hoping that the guard would investigate. I imagined him walking in and seeing me be the slut I was. Watching me from behind devouring his co-workers cock and then deciding 'a hole is a hole'. My mouth and tongue moving frantically along this strangers cock - my own cock harder than I had ever felt before. Now I was WISHING the guard was behind me. I was loving every moment of this huge dick in my mouth, sucking him as best I could — and at the same time, wanting that guard to walk in and fuck my ass the same way my mouth was fucked before. I was so horny and wanting to be spit-roasted so bad. (Still a fantasy, btw)

But being the good slut that I wanted to be, I didn't lose focus on the cock that I was there for. The most Important Cock Is the one that’s in You!

I continued servicing him with everything I had. I wanted to make him moan louder and I NEEDED his cum. Then at last, while still on all fours, I felt his cock twitching in my mouth and the warmth fill me. I swallowed.

After a quick moment, he was up and slipping his cock back into his pants. I had no idea how long we'd bee there but it was certainly 'longer than normal'. I remember being a bit amused at the end of this incredible adventure: While I think he took a while to cum because he was concerned at getting caught, I was actually feeling slightly disappointed that I wasn’t. But after I quickly got dressed, we left the bathroom. Without a word, he turned and walked to his office as I went the opposite way towards the guards desk and exit.

As I left, the guard looked closely at me and said something (have a nice night, I’d suspect. But was in my own thoughts). I smiled politely with a slight head-nod and left.

Once in my car and backing out of my parking space, I glanced in my rear view mirror. It was then I realized that I had accidentally left a clue for security - a bead of cum was still plainly visible in my goatee!

15 minutes later when I returned to my apartment, a very good female online friend of mine messaged me. We were always very open with our taboo thoughts and fantasies, so she was one of the few people who knew of my bi side.

I decided to call her and tell her the whole story; How I literally ran out of the door (against “better judgement” to suck the cock of a Complete stranger in his office’s public bathroom. I also included all of the thoughts that I had while doing it. She loved everything about it and then began to laugh.

when I finally asked her why was she giggling, she exclaimed “You are Such a Cock Whore!" --- yeah, she was totally right!

Realizing I was a Cock-Whore

Now I’m living in Raleigh, but this happened some time back. I had just moved to Charlotte (briefly) and I still didn’t know anyone there. It was another boring night all horny and alone - the worst combination. So naturally, I hopped online to take care of matters by my own hand. While checking out porn and chat sites, I got a dm from an unknown guy a bit older than me. It was a simple 'Hi - I like your profile name' (variation of Bi Design which helps clue people in)

It was a little after 8:30 pm and not much going on, so I thought ‘what the hell’ and replied to see what happened. Almost instantly after my simple hi and thanks, a new message pops up asking what part of town I lived in. Nervous excitement starts creeping up on me. Again, he follows up with more personal questions — nothing too out of the ordinary or wild. Curious to see where this was going, I answered each one of his questions, while asking some of my own to learn more about this mysterious stranger who messaged me out of the blue. The nervous excitement made it hard to type, as realized he lived close and was real. I didn't have to wait much longer for the 'meat' of the conversation to be revealed.

I stared at my computer screen just waiting for the next bit of text to appear (while lightly stroking my cock). My heart was pounding, and skipped a beat as it appeared: “do you like sucking cock?"

The sudden change from light online chat to direct blunt question caught me off guard. But the question itself caused a huge stir.

"Yes," I start to type with nervous excitement that now caused my body to shiver. " the times I've gotten to suck a guy, I did like." More body quakes happened as a I waited to see the reaction to my honesty that only a few people knew about me.

'Tell me more” Simple, direct and I felt it was more command than request.

Now, he stumbled on my other secret that few would guess; At this time, I in was in my almost 30, 6’0” tall, with broad shoulders….. so, no one would guess my sexual submission— especially to dominant men.

I immediately obeyed and told this total stranger about my first time with a married couple several years before. How it began with the husband seated at their kitchen table and after a short conversation, he told me to stand up and drop my jeans. Then he watched, as his wife went down on me in their kitchen. I told this Stranger how, later in their bed, she pulled me next to her while sucking her husbands dick; how she placed her hand behind my head and pulled me closer to her until she was able to kiss me. An open mouth kiss with his dick between us, pressing against my lips. I continued confessing the private details to this random man online about how excited I became while sucking my first guy; How good it felt as he grew hard in my mouth and seeing the satisfaction on his wife's face at the 'show'. He offered comments or questions about that and other experiences. The excitement of confessing my secret side to this random person combined with the memories, had me even hornier! And THEN:

"I'm at work right now. Come here and suck my cock."

I couldn't move. I just sat and stared at my screen for long moments. Completely stunned and surprised by the Direct commanding way of the statement. My body became a quivering mess. I already knew his vague location was close. The idea of doing something so kinky and taboo had me mesmerized - but also petrified. I couldn't just go and do this on pure impulse, I thought. I began trying to type, but my body was shaking. I would stop, get up, walk around my apartment wearing only my t-shirt, and sit back down to try and respond.

“I can't do that right now,” I responded - as I gave into my fears/nervousness.

He was not taking no for an answer. Undeterred, he responded immediately. Sure you can. Then he asked why not. I tried several times to give an excuse, and each time he rejected it outright. He told me “you can.”, and then repeated his ‘command’ to suck his cock. He must have sensed there was no real excuse other than my nervousness. I tried to offer setting up another day when I could get mentally prepared. But his response was steady and emphatic - Come Here. After one more attempt to rationalize why I couldn't, he completely ignored it:

“Come Here. I need my dick sucked."

I surrendered completely to his will! I replied "okay. where exactly?”

With the address, I headed out and quickly arrived in the parking lot of a mid-sized corporate building at the edge of downtown Charlotte, barely 10 minutes from my place. Now closer to 10:00 pm, I noticed there were still a fair number of cars in the parking lot. As instructed, I entered the building and was met by a front-desk security guard - a solid built black man. He looked at me slightly confused - I imagined at the time that there weren’t many visitors at this time of night. I was surprised and didn’t know what to say — I realized suddenly that I didn’t even know the Name of who I was there to see. Before I could say anything, a tall, thin, older man (I guessed mid to late 40’s) with short white-blond hair confidently walked down the hall towards the desk. "it's okay, he's with me"

He gave a quick motion for me to follow him. As I walked past the guard who is still eying me, he began some polite banter; ‘didn't have any trouble finding the place, did you?’ I was still very nervous and doing everything to control my body as I answered him. We walked only a short way down the hallway, when he pushed open a door to the left and motioned me inside, and then walked in behind me. I didn’t turn around but I felt there was no way the Security Guard didn’t see this.

Looking around I realized I was standing in a large standard corporate office bathroom—the kind ALL the employees use, Men and Women. AND it’s on the FIRST floor. Directly off from the MAIN Lobby. My mind replayed our walk from the security desk to here: Down a perfectly straight hallway, barely 50 feet away, and in full view of the security guard IF he was watching. That thought was immediately interrupted by my Online Stranger (whose name I still didn’t know) walking past me to the other side of the room and very calmly and confidently “commanding” with 5 words only.

"Take off all your clothes."

I was stunned by my immediate, unquestioning response; My mind was a spectator while my body did as I was told. I pulled off my t-shirt and I kicked off my shoes. I continued to undress; tossing my clothes to the far wall until I stood in the middle of the room completely naked. My body was still shivering from nervous excitement. Then a thought hit me — I glanced at the door behind me and realized he did Not lock the door!

When I turned back to face him and point this out, he calmly said, before I could speak, “Get on your knees”.

The contrast of this older man standing there completely dressed in his blue button up shirt and khaki pants, while I was standing completely naked and exposed. I felt like I was his possession. Again I did as I was told as I felt the cold tile on my knees. Once in position, I looked up and saw he was still dressed and had only unzipped his pants to free his fully erect cock. He stepped towards me as I watched the largest dick I'd ever seen swaying back and forth. He was not quite as thick as me, but had to be 9 or 10 inches. I opened my mouth, and let him slide it inside — as much of it as I could take, anyway. Next, I began to slide my tongue around and slowly bob my head back and forth - I tried to copy what women had done to me or what I'd watched them do in porn.

I continued to suck the head and takes as much of it as I could into my mouth. I did my best to be a good slut for him, But he wanted much more. I felt both his hands take hold of the back of my head from each side and suddenly pull my mouth down on his huge cock while pushing his hips forward. He held my head perfectly in place and began to fuck my mouth like I was his toy. My excitement grew then as I realized that I was exactly that — Only His Sex Toy. My gag-reflex kicked in several times while he tried to force all 10 inches down my throat. His monster cock continued hitting the back of my throat, but he didn't care at all, or stop. He continued to hold my head and thrust back and forth. He was using me for His pleasure and I completely forgot about the rest of the world! I had lost all track of time while I tried to keep up and be a good whore.

Suddenly, I felt him slow down, release his grip, and pull his still rock-hard cock from my mouth. He took several steps backwards to the far side of the bathroom, and sat on the edge of the toilet. He said his legs were getting tired and then told me to come there and finish the job. I leaned forward, placing my hands on the cold tile, and crawled across the bathroom floor on all fours. Feeling so exposed (because I was), I suddenly remembered the unlocked bathroom door. Thoughts of how I'd look IF anyone walked in rushed to mind: A man, naked on all fours, ass exposed with my hard cock hanging between my legs. Then my mind remembered the security guard and how he must have seen us Both go into a single bathroom. He couldn’t have missed it! I wondered if he was sitting out there wondering what were were doing in here for so long? Then I thought what IF he had completely forgotten and walked in on me naked while sucking his coworkers cock?

Once there, I stayed on all fours (with my bare ass facing the door) and began licking up his shaft. He tried to be quiet but I could hear his moans while I continued licking from his balls up. The pride swelling in me was equal to the swelling of my own cock. I slowly licked up his cock. When I arrived at his engorged head, I opened my mouth, took him inside again, and began bobbing up and down. I continued doing my best to suck his cock, and all the while still thinking about the guard and feeling more and more nervous excitement. At first there was worry; what if he needed to use the bathroom and, not realizing we were still there, walked in on this hot scene. While I continued doing my best to please him AND get my reward, I realized my worries of the black security guard throwing open the door and seeing me naked on all fours sucking his co-workers cock faded. They were replaced by my desire for him to stumble in and see me there on all fours — vulnerable, open, willing, and ready. I listened to the moans while I sucked his cock like it was my sole purpose in life! In that moment, it was my only purpose! The thrill of discovery grew even more exhilarating. I then realized that my worry of discovery had turned to a desire to be discovered, and was soon replaced by a full blown Hope of discovery.

I sucked even harder now, hoping that the guard would investigate. I imagined him walking in and seeing me be the slut I was. Watching me from behind devouring his co-workers cock and then deciding 'a hole is a hole'. My mouth and tongue moving frantically along this strangers cock - my own cock harder than I had ever felt before. Now I was WISHING the guard was behind me. I was loving every moment of this huge dick in my mouth, sucking him as best I could — and at the same time, wanting that guard to walk in and fuck my ass the same way my mouth was fucked before. I was so horny and wanting to be spit-roasted so bad. (Still a fantasy, btw)

But being the good slut that I wanted to be, I didn't lose focus on the cock that I was there for. The most Important Cock Is the one that’s in You!

I continued servicing him with everything I had. I wanted to make him moan louder and I NEEDED his cum. Then at last, while still on all fours, I felt his cock twitching in my mouth and the warmth fill me. I swallowed.

After a quick moment, he was up and slipping his cock back into his pants. I had no idea how long we'd bee there but it was certainly 'longer than normal'. I remember being a bit amused at the end of this incredible adventure: While I think he took a while to cum because he was concerned at getting caught, I was actually feeling slightly disappointed that I wasn’t. But after I quickly got dressed, we left the bathroom. Without a word, he turned and walked to his office as I went the opposite way towards the guards desk and exit.

As I left, the guard looked closely at me and said something (have a nice night, I’d suspect. But was in my own thoughts). I smiled politely with a slight head-nod and left.

Once in my car and backing out of my parking space, I glanced in my rear view mirror. It was then I realized that I had accidentally left a clue for security - a bead of cum was still plainly visible in my goatee!

15 minutes later when I returned to my apartment, a very good female online friend of mine messaged me. We were always very open with our taboo thoughts and fantasies, so she was one of the few people who knew of my bi side.

I decided to call her and tell her the whole story; How I literally ran out of the door (against “better judgement” to suck the cock of a Complete stranger in his office’s public bathroom. I also included all of the thoughts that I had while doing it. She loved everything about it and then began to laugh.

I finally asked her why was she giggling, and she exclaimed excitedly “You are Such a Cock Whore!" --- yeah... I realized that she was totally right!

Having little luck recently finding woman or man, and being so horny last night, I decided it was time to break out my new toy. The 9.5 inch realistic (except for the blue-green gradient) dildo with perfect head had arrived earlier in the week, after I decided to replace my old standby—store bought cucumbers.

I’d only had time before last night to open and inspect it. Pulling it from the packaging when it arrived, I remembered the old phrase “my eyes were Bigger than my Mouth”. Sadly being out of practice, I quickly tested it by opening my mouth, wrapping my lips around, and lowering my head down on it. Another reminder of my need for practice upon seeing how much I could, or rather could Not, take.

But last night, I was horny as hell and had a good bourbon buzz going. Walking through the house naked enjoying the feeling of freedom, I pulled my new dildo from its hiding spot. I tossed it on the bed while reaching into my night stand for lube, and while there saw my phone. Idea!

On my knees beside the bed, I flipped on the camera and propped the phone upright against my pillow. The fake cock filled the vertical screen as I held it upright. First stroking and caressing the shaft while remembering the feel of a real cock growing in my hand (or mouth). Now, I am a 6’1 tall, masculine man with good sized hands but looking at my screen, both my hands could not cover the length of the shaft or my fingers fully reach around it. I began licking up the shaft and around the big blue head on video while thinking how I wished I was instead on my knees between the legs of a dominant man. I have always loved the taboo that as a 6+ foot, broad shouldered, well-built middle-age white man, no one would suspect how many bisexual and/or submissive experiences I’ve had in my life.

As that image continued running through my mind, my body began playing it out. I could almost see a masculine man sitting over me — younger or older, I wouldn’t have cared. I was wanting to be sure I did a good job, so I slid my lips down as far as I could — and then pushed myself further until I felt my throat tighten and I instinctively backed up. It still wasn’t even half of the shaft. But my body and mind’s lust for pleasing kicked in and I pushed through the gag-reflex and began bobbing my head on it; I slid my lips and tongue up and then dropped my head down until it hit as deep as I could take it. Occasionally catching glimpses of myself with this monster blue cock stretching my goatee adorned mouth and my blue eyes lit up,

That image brought a memory flashing quickly through my mind—when I was younger and growing the goatee; my father (preferring I keep a clean shaven look) commented about the goatee, followed by “your granddad said ‘any hole with hair around it is for you to put your dick in.’” — well, over the years when I was between girlfriends (sometimes with) that statement has rang truer than any would have realized.

The memory faded as quickly as it appeared. I reached over and turned off my camera, slid my mouth off of the veiny-fake-cock, and grabbed a lubricated condom from the night-stand. Quickly unwrapping it, stretched it over the head and rolled it down the shaft. Next, just as quickly, I squeezed lube onto my fingers and pressed them it to my asshole. Once done, I climbed into bed, spread my legs, and put the head against my hole. I pushed… And pushed… and pushed some more! I then knew for sure that my mouth wasn’t the only part of me out of practice!

I continued to push hard until I felt the familiar feeling as the head popped inside me, but no more than that. No matter how hard I tried pushing with my strong hands, I was too tight. But since a dominant bi “master” wouldn’t give up easily, neither was I. Pulling this cock from me, I moved to the bathroom. I wet the suction cup, pressed it to the top edge of the toilet lid and decided to let gravity help. More success but not enough. After I stood up, I saw the condom had ripped — ‘oh god I might get pregnant’ lol my inner sense of humor kicked in while I pulled the broken condom off. (Irl, I wouldn’t want one used anyway).

Lubricating my renewed tight hole, I decided “cleaning myself” might help as I remembered serving a mistress who had me receive an enema. She enjoyed forcing me to take as much as I could handle, and I enjoyed exceeding her expectations. I grabbed an enema bulb from the cabinet, filled it full of warm water, then got on all fours in my walk-in shower. Propped on one arm and my torso twisted to reach behind me, I slide the small nozzle into my puckered hole. My eyes half closed as I felt the warm liquid began pouring inside me. When I couldn’t feel motion, I squeezed the round blue bulb. Instantly I felt the stream of water begin again. My head now low against the shower floor with my hips raised high, I continued to empty the contents into me until only air remained in the bulb. My body was on autopilot as a single quiet word escaped my lips in the still 1 am hour …. “More”

I moved back to the sink and filled the 8 oz bulb full again. My body trembled, making it difficult to place the nozzle back in its opening. Once back in the shower, I began to fill myself again. When the liquid flow began to slow more frequently, I changed positions. Still on all fours with my knees in the shower and my elbows on the cold tile floor, I imagined a strong hand placed between my shoulder blades pushing my chest and head onto the hard floor. My knees parted while my feet remained close, and my hips slid down to rest on the 4 inch raised lip of the shower; covered with a soft folded towel for comfort. My right hand secured the bulb and pressing it even harder against my anus. With my eyes closed, my hips began to buck involuntarily which led me to gently fuck myself with the nozzle. I began repeating ‘more’ quietly to myself (hoping no one else heard) with each stream of warm liquid.

My body trembled even more, as I laid face down on the floor with my hips raised and legs spread, I continued to softly mutter “more”….. imagining - no wishing - that each fresh feeling was a new man dropping a load inside of me. Over and Over and Over again with each press that lead to a new warm sensation, I thought of it as yet another man using me to get himself off. When that bulb was empty, I crawled naked on all fours across the bathroom floor to the sink and filled up the 8 oz vessel for a third time and returned to my “slut” position. My hand began to fuck myself more vigorously while imagining Man after Man after Man — young and/or old, I would be there as the cum-dump.

My eyes opened for a moment and I saw the large dildo there above me. I grabbed it and smacked its suction cup to the smooth floor by my head securing it. In a feverish pitch I sucked it into my mouth while I pressed the thin nozzle in and out of me. Unable to support my body with my arms, I only had my neck and back to control the throating action on my new toy. And without that leverage, I could feel it moving farther into my mouth and throat until I couldn’t control the gag.

At that same time, halfway through this third bulb, it became more difficult to get the warm water to flow. My horniness at an all time high, I quickly rolled onto my back in the stand-up shower and slid my butt as close to the wall as I could while keeping the enema bulb in place with my one hand. Placing my feet on the wall above, I pressed with my strong thighs raising my ass high in the air over my head. Only my head and shoulders were anchored on the shower floor. The flow began again but soon stopped. I reached over and ripped the 9.5 inch cock from the floor and smacked it against the wall between my legs and slightly lower than my ass while my legs still held me upside down.

It hung straight out and down so impressively. I pulled the enema bulb from my ass, raised the head of the rubber cock up with my hand while I relaxed my legs. My hips continued to move down and closer to the wall; my body tilting down from my shoulders against the ground. Doing everything to keep my balance, I continued lowering myself while my right hand reached ‘under’ me holding that magnificent member towards my butt until the head connected with my opening. As my thighs continued to relax, gravity and my body weight forced my tight hole to relent against its un-winnable battle. Once the head was anchored against my cheeks, my hand moved above the large cock and prevented its rubber self from bending. The small of my back was now 6-8 inches off the ground with the head pressed Very hard against my anal opening. I released the final bit of tension in my muscles, and let my hips slowly fall while pressing the rubber dick straight …. I gasped in both pleasure and pain simultaneously as the head broke through with the tile walls — echoing the sound back to me. My eyes closed, moaning and muttering more. But it still wasn’t enough!

My back now flat on the shower floor, I pulled my knees completely to my chest - Imagining them being pushed into my chest by the weight and strong grip of an equally masculine man. Still filled full with warm water, and now plugged by a Big Blue Cock. My ass was still several inches away from the wall .. and the base. I lifted my legs vertically straight with my heals against the tile. While one hand was rubbing my cock, I reached across to the opposite wall with my other. Placing my palm against it, I pushed.. and pushed…. And pushed. Feeling the slight burning sensation as it was forced inside of me. Thinking if only this were real how bad I’d want to please!

Grabbing the enema bulb from beside me, I reached between my legs and gently - but firmly - pushed it inside me. Slipping it between the large rubber member and my ass tightly wrapped around it, I squeezed hard forcing more liquid inside me. I wished again that every drop was warm cum instead of water, as I laid naked on the shower floor with my legs straight up against the wall and 9 inches of dildo fully inside me — the 5 inch circumference stretching me out. I set the bulb aside again, then reaching back with my now empty hand began seeing if I could stretch myself more. I pressed my middle finger against my rebellious sphincter until it was inside me, as well. With my eyes closed and my finger and new favorite toy both stretching me out like a the Good Sex Toy I want to be, I rocked my hips as best I could back and forth. Pulling my finger away, I began stroking my cock until I couldn’t take it any more. I soon sprayed my hand and stomach with my own fresh cum. As I orgasmed, my mind raced back to my thoughts: thinking of a crowd gathered around watching this climatic finale after they ALL had their turn at me. I laid there unmoving and filled full on the shower floor for long moments before easing myself off the large cock. Upon relieving all of the pressures, I climbed into bed at roughly 2:30 and drifted off to sleep with the warm sensation to remind me how hard I just fucked myself.

And now it’s bedtime again and writing this for everyone has gotten me ready for round two — Have to be prepared for the real thing.