23rd with a man

Part 4.

This story is a continuation of the story "My New Year with a Man"

Good day, dear reader. In this part, I would like to share the events that happened to me in February. The story format doesn't allow for describing everything in detail, but I will try to describe the events that caused the most vivid emotions in more detail.

If you have read the previous stories, you know that during the New Year holidays, I managed to persuade a certain acquaintance, a young guy, to have sex in a passive role. My mistress Lena suggested he play the girl, and he got seriously carried away with this idea. He is always smoothly shaved in all places and

for meetings with me, he dresses up as a girl. At the same time, we continue to communicate with him during the day, and I never cease to be amazed at how this fits inside him. If you meet him on the street, in a store, or anywhere else, you would never think that there's a special toy in his ass, and on Friday evening, he goes to the "meeting apartment," changes into a girl, and enthusiastically impales himself on my not-so-small cock. I like it when he asks me to fuck him — when he kneels before me, pressing his cheek against my cock, looking into my eyes, and says, "Fuck me, please," with an indescribable intonation. He never asks me to help him cum; he simply gives himself to me and has cum several times from the cock in his ass. Other times, he simply jerked himself off. I don't know why, but I really liked watching the faggot I fucked jerk his little dick under his skirt while sitting at my feet. Neither Lena nor my wife wanted to meet with him in any format (that's how the "apartment" I rented for meetings appeared), and I use him as a girl, but I also want a male. After all, they say correctly that it's like a drug, and you only need to try it once — it's already impossible to stop.

My ass craves adventure. I asked my wife for Lyosha's number, but she assured me that he gets enough female attention and that he probably isn't interested in what I can offer, though she promised to carefully inquire with him. And my appetite for a male cock was growing more and more. And then one fine day, Max called me and categorically declared that he had bought a ticket and was coming to me. Specifically to me, not to me and Olya. He said he had big plans for my ass and that I shouldn't plan anything for the 23rd. I was shocked and simply thrilled by this news. I assured him that I was always ready for his cock and that we could be alone at the apartment and no one would disturb us. I was literally flying, elated by the anticipation of such a long-awaited meeting. I warned my wife not to expect me. I arrived at the station long before the train's arrival and waited impatiently. The train arrived on time; on the platform, we behaved like just old friends, but as soon as we got in the car, Max pulled my head towards him and kissed me passionately. Our tongues intertwined in a passionate dance; I gently stroked his cheek with my hand, and he leaned over me, holding my head with his left hand, his right hand roaming over my body. He reached under my jacket and stroked my chest and stomach, briefly brushing over my crotch, squeezing my pectoral muscles like a woman's breasts and making me arch my back by pulling my waist. In this kiss, it was clearly felt who was the male here and who was the female with a cock.

-I missed you so much, my girl – he said, looking into my eyes.

-Me too – I replied, not finding anything else to say. He looked at me with such tenderness that I wanted to give myself to him right there, and it took me enormous effort to pull myself together and drive us to the apartment. As soon as the door closed, Max pounced on me. He kissed and caressed me like a woman, undressing me on the go. Our kiss was only interrupted to take off a sweater or T-shirt, and in those moments, he called me his girl and said how much he wanted me, but it still seemed to me that I wanted him more. I fumbled with his jeans for a long time — my hands were shaking with excitement. And then he pushed me onto the bed and took off his T-shirt. I frantically pulled down my underwear, mesmerized, looking up at this male from below. Athletic, aroused, with his cock standing in his hand, he was breathing heavily, saying that I looked great, and at that moment, he had absolute power over me. He smiled, looking down and seeing the plug with the green stone in my ass, the same one that was there during our last meeting. He pulled out the plug — I moaned with desire, and after feeling my ass, he made sure there was enough lube. Then he leaned over me; I spread my legs wider and pulled them towards me, causing my ass to rise. His face was right in front of mine; he looked into my eyes, and his cock penetrated my insides. At first, the pressure just built up, but then he plunged into me all at once, and at that moment, I let out a cry of pleasure, which was immediately muffled by his lips. He entered me smoothly and calmly to the hilt, savoring every moment. I grabbed his ass and pulled him towards me. I wanted him to be even deeper inside me, even more. Oh, this amazing feeling of belonging to someone, of surrendering your body to emotions and passion. I moaned with pleasure while Max growled and fucked my ass. He came fairly quickly, pumping me full of cum, but it wasn't enough for me; I wanted it to continue more and more. After we took turns in the bath, we settled in the kitchen, drank to the long-awaited meeting, and chatted about various things. My man showered me with compliments, assuring me that my ass was "amazing" and that fucking me was great because he could see how much I enjoyed anal, unlike some women who don't even enjoy pussy. After another shot, I sat on Max's lap; he hugged me, and I stroked his chest. He began asking me about that stranger I blew. I expected this question and told him everything as it was: that he brought Olya from the whores, that she asked me to thank him, told him how I did it, and I myself noticed that Max's cock was getting hard again. I sat facing him. I started playing with his dick and whispering in his ear how much I wanted Max to be there then and take me from behind. With these words, I sat closer to Maxim and guided his cock into my ass. He grabbed my buttocks and spread them, making penetration easier. I rode his cock, pressing against my man, and it was incredibly pleasant. I told him how I sucked Lyosha's cock, and he called me a cocksucker; I told him how I fuck Nika, and he called me a bitch, and these words aroused me beyond all limits and were three times more pleasant against the backdrop of the fact that just moments ago he had called me his girl and handsome.

-So, bitch, you're having fun with little faggots? – with these words, Max took me off his cock – let's go to the bedroom, faggot, you'll feel what it's like on your own ass.

I walked ahead, swaying my ass, and Max urged me on, slapping my butt. He pushed me onto the bed face down and piled on top of me. He inserted himself right away and began fucking me fiercely and aggressively. He called me a bitch, a faggot, a cocksucker, and similar words. In a normal setting, they would seem offensive, but then, under this male, through his growling, they seemed like compliments and caused an additional surge of desire. Max fucked me for a long time; we turned on our side so he could rest, we had to add lube, but as soon as I said something like how I was his horny bitch, new strength would emerge in him. And finally, once again leaning over me and pressing me into the bed, he began pounding my ass at a furious pace, and at the same moment, I felt an orgasm wash over me. I came without touching my cock (it only rubbed slightly against the bed); my body began making reflexive thrusting movements, as if I were driving a cock into someone, and from this, I impaled myself even harder on Max's dick. My vision went dark — it was one of the strongest orgasms of my life. When I came to, Max was already just lying on me, trying to catch his breath. I went to the bathroom, and while washing up, I realized that my asshole still wasn't closing completely. The realization that I had been fucked so thoroughly still warms me. After the second coupling of the day, my fucker gave me a choker with the letter M in the middle. We adjusted it to size, and I really liked that I now had his mark on me. I decided to act out a scene for him and knelt before him, stroking and kissing his still-recovering cock while he fastened it on me.

-Now you're my little faggot – Max said tenderly, emphasizing the word "my." It was somehow especially pleasant and reminded me of how many years ago I proposed to my then-not-yet wife. We were also fucked-out and naked then. On the wave of surging emotions, I began kissing, licking, and sucking Maxim's amazing cock. It took a lot of time to bring it back to a semblance of a fighting stance; Max ran his hands through my hair and even fucked my mouth a little, but he still declared that he needed a little rest.

We spent the rest of the day talking and watching movies. Closer to night, while we were watching a movie, an erotic scene started, and I began fondling my cock (by the way, we spent the whole day naked). Max noticed this and declared that he wanted to watch me jerk off and that I shouldn't hold back. I jerked off sitting next to my fucker, and it turned me on insanely. I started fucking myself with the plug in addition to the hand movements on my cock. After some time, when I was already about to cum, Max pounced on me. He put me on all fours, threw aside the plug, and began fucking me with frenzy. How pleasant it is to feel such pressure on you, this rough desire, this blind passion. This doesn't happen with women, and my faggot Nika doesn't evoke such delight as a strong man stretching me on his cock. For the third time that day, Max fucked me, and he fucked me long and hard. We changed positions, tried it on all fours, lying down, on our side, standing, and in the end, he came when he was sitting on the couch, and I was riding him with my back to him. By that time, I was quite tired, but my dick was rock hard. I leaned back and lay on Max; he hugged me with his left hand and began jerking me off with his right. His cock was inside me, there was cum in my ass, and my man was jerking my dick, and it was amazing. From this, I quickly came in his hand.

And tenderness again. Just now, Max was rough and harshly stretching me, saying I was a faggot, a whore, and a slut, and now he's hugging, kissing, and calling me his girl. Such changes really excite and arouse me. We spent that night in the same bed. After the morning procedures, I went to make breakfast (nothing special — scrambled eggs with bacon). I was in the kitchen in an apron, a choker, and with a plug in my ass; I really wanted a continuation, and Max didn't disappoint me. Entering the kitchen, he gasped and, complimenting my appearance, hugged me from behind. He stroked, kissed, and caressed me, and I felt his rock-hard cock against my ass, and it was amazing. I turned off the gas and took out the plug myself.

-Take me like a girl, I so want to feel you inside. – I guided his cock into my ass myself.

He fucked me in the kitchen, fucked me, driving his cock into the deepest depths, and I sincerely enjoyed it. Ah, how tender he was then. After the aggressive fucking in the evening, now he took me exactly like a girl — calmly and tenderly. It was the sweetest possible torture. I desperately wanted to cum or, even better, for him to cum, but this softness with which he moved inside me and turned my head for a kiss drove me crazy. He came just as calmly; he didn't pound with frenzy but drove his cock to the hilt, and I felt with my ass how he pulsed inside me. We stood like that for a while until his cock went soft and fell out. By that time, breakfast had already cooled down.

We took a bath together. Max washed himself and washed me — this whole situation was extremely arousing, and my cock was rock hard. Max hugged me from behind and began jerking my dick with soapy hands, which gave this act special sensations. He whispered pleasant words in my ear, and I fairly quickly came vigorously. It was the best holiday I could wish for.

I saw Max off; we kissed for a long time in his compartment, and he promised to drop by from time to time.

I returned home. My wife wasn't home, only a note saying that her boss had called her in, just like on New Year's — so she was also having a great time. I texted my wife that I was already home and wished her to have as amazing a time as I did. I was satisfied with the past night and felt a languid melancholy because Max had left. But then a message came to my phone. The message contained a photo of my wife running her tongue along a huge cock and the caption "love you." I dreamily stroked my cock and imagined Olya stretching herself on that bolt when another message came. The photo was taken from the perspective of the owner of that giant and illustrated how my wife spread her buttocks apart, and that huge piston penetrated her pussy; it was clear she was stretched to the limit. A minute later, a short video came, also filmed on my beloved's phone, where that huge piston thoroughly fucked my wife's long-suffering little pussy. Olenka moaned and asked for more until someone approached and shoved a dick in her mouth; the video stopped at that moment. I played it over and over and openly jerked off to how my wife was being fucked, imagining how the events further developed. Closer to evening, my wife showed up. She could barely stand; her holes were fucked to pieces, but she was satisfied, just like me. I told her how my meeting with Max went; she told me about her meeting, and we fell asleep happy.