April meeting
Hello, Dear reader! Quite some time has passed since the last story was published, and it so happened that I couldn't share the erotic events that were happening in my life — I'll try to catch up and first of all share the brightest and sweetest event of this spring.
I had promised Max I would visit him for a few days, but it didn't work out over the New Year and in general during the winter. But then in April, my wife's boss, who is also her lover, invited her to fly with him and his friends to a resort as their shared slut; just three hours after putting my wife in a taxi to the airport, I was
on a train heading to him. As our separation dragged on, our correspondence became more and more intense and we fantasized non-stop. So there were many plans, and I was bringing only part of what was needed to fulfill them. I prepared myself as much as possible. Max liked that I shaved my body hair, and of course I was traveling completely smooth. He wanted me to have longer hair, and by that time I had grown it out enough to style into various hairdos. I went for a manicure/pedicure where my hands were made to look more feminine, though I still didn't dare to paint my nails. In short, even though Max fucked me, he still wanted a woman, and despite not really liking all this myself, I really wanted to please him. However, I had to immediately set a condition for Max: I wouldn't bring any toys to avoid an awkward situation at baggage check, so he had to buy some things himself. He got me an anal plug and a chastity belt with a built-in lock. About the belt, let me say right away — I loved it insanely. Black silicone, without protruding parts, which meant it could be worn discreetly under clothes. And of course, comfortable. Compared to the one my wife bought me, this one was practically unnoticeable, except for the discomfort you feel in it when aroused.Max was waiting for me in his car in the station parking lot, as we were both wary of showing ourselves in public. When I got into his car, he gave me flowers and kissed me with incredible tenderness. I was ready to give myself to him right there in the parking lot, but we managed to control ourselves, with Max literally doing so by giving my cock a bit of a handjob during the kiss, but not finishing. While riding up to his place in the elevator — another sweet kiss and tender caresses, and I was literally intoxicated. I began to understand how women get dizzy when they feel such desire from a man.
As soon as we entered his place, he pressed my face against the wall, and his hands frantically began unbuttoning and pulling down my pants. He pulled them down, followed by my underwear, and squatting behind me, he started covering my ass with kisses, squeezing it with his strong hands. Then his tongue focused on my sphincter and began licking it. I was never a fan of such caresses, but when your man does it to you, there are no limits. I wanted to take off my jacket and suggested we move to the bedroom, but he didn't allow it.
"There you'll be a girl, but here and now I'm going to fuck you like a faggot," he threw at me as he stood up and dropped his pants, getting ready to thrust into me. He took me with animalistic roughness, which was completely different from the tenderness with which he had hugged and kissed me in the elevator just a minute before. Apparently, Max really had been waiting for this meeting because he came fairly quickly.
"On your knees! Show me your tongue!" he barked at me, pulling out his cock and covering almost my entire body with his cum. With his left hand, he held me roughly by the hair, and with his right, he aimed his cock at my face. There was a lot of semen; it was on my clothes and in my hair, on my eyes, cheeks, and tongue. When he finished, he went to rinse off, and I sat on the floor in the hallway, collecting cum with my finger and putting it in my mouth. It was as sweet as the taste of the humiliation Max had subjected me to. And to be honest, I was getting off on how he treated me, and thoughts were spinning in my head that from now on, I would be his girl. So be it, if he likes it that way.
When I cleaned myself up in the bathroom, I appeared before Max as a different person. Before him was a girl with a feminine hairstyle and modest makeup on her face. A plug in my ass, my cock locked in a belt, and a choker with Max's owner's tag around my neck.
Max and I decided not to get dressed and walk around the house naked. I felt quite comfortable, and constantly seeing Max's naked, muscular body, his firm buttocks, and above all his cock was especially interesting and pleasant. At his place, we spent two days filled with passion and sex. Max had me everywhere: in the kitchen, in the bathroom, in the living room, and of course in the bedroom. All this time, I was in the belt and couldn't cum, which only slightly marred the pleasure, but in the strong hands of my man, I forgot that I also had a cock; all thoughts were only about his cock in my hands, ass, or mouth. Still, I really wanted to cum, oh that indescribable feeling of cumming without touching your cock. Every time I remember that first time Max brought me to such a wild orgasm, I realize I can't do without it anymore. But the key was only with Max, and I couldn't cum in the belt. I had reached the point of begging him on my knees, to which he informed me he would let me cum, but on one condition: that I go on a date with him in female form. I was terrified of this, but I agreed, reasoning that it was a different city and being recognized was practically impossible.
For the occasion, Max bought me everything I was missing to dress up appropriately. In the end, a girl in stockings under a black dress, from under which it was completely impossible to see either my little secret between my legs or the breast forms, with arm warmers, a hair stick, and clip-on earrings, walked out of the building with him. Max simply showered my look with compliments. The entire taxi ride, I was on pins and needles, huddling in my jacket and afraid of being exposed, but at the restaurant, Max helped me take it off, and I was left with only a clutch in my hands, which I tried to use to cover the area from which the cock in the belt might show. My confidence grew when the waiter asked Max about his companion, and it became clear I was doing a decent job playing the role of a girl. We had a wonderful time; Max invited me to dance, and I pressed closer to him to avoid exposure, because even in the belt, my cock was filling with blood, it was so arousing to dance with Max and let him hold me under the gaze of dozens of people. We kissed while sitting at the table in front of complete strangers, and they probably thought we were just a happy couple, unaware of our secret. By the end of the evening, I felt completely free in this outfit and basked in the occasional glances of strange men and especially in Max's attention.
After a wonderful evening, we returned home, and this time Max didn't pounce on me like an animal; on the contrary, he took my jacket and escorted me to the room, where he turned on music and we danced again, only Max held me much more boldly than in the restaurant. He kissed me, and as his kiss descended to my neck, with his hand he pulled the dress off my shoulder, kissing where it had just covered my skin. Max put his hands behind my back and unzipped the dress, after which it easily slid to the floor. Continuing to sway to the music, I began unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it off, then, covering his strong, muscular torso with kisses, I unbuttoned his pants and, pulling them down, fell to my knees along with them. Before my face stood proudly my favorite and most attractive cock in the world. I applied all my skill to caress it. Squeezing my lover's buttocks, I rubbed my cheek against his cock, licked it with my tongue, and of course sucked it. In general, I like sucking his cock, and if I'm aware that I'm preparing the tool with which he will possess me, it just blows my mind.
Max pulled me up and, lifting me, kissed me again and pressed me close. He was more tender with me than ever before. My cock in the belt reminded me of itself again with discomfort. We moved to the bed, where Max finally unlocked my belt with the key and took it off. My cock, feeling freedom, immediately filled with blood as never before and became literally rock-hard. Max began to caress my cock with his tongue and lips. He licked it and kissed it, and as soon as he touched the head, I involuntarily jerked and moaned with pleasure.
"Thank you, my love, that was unforgettable," I thanked him when the trembling subsided a bit.
"You're welcome, my sweet," Max replied and kissed me again. That evening, there were probably more kisses between us than in all our other time together, but this kiss with the taste of my own semen was especially tender. He turned me onto my stomach and, freeing my ass from the plug, began applying lubricant. I was completely relaxed after such a stormy and long-awaited orgasm and hardly noticed as Max inserted his cock into my welcoming ass.
"My beloved girl, my good girl, I love you, my sweet," and other tender words Max whispered in my ear while his cock slid inside me. I had already gotten used to hearing addresses like cocksucker, faggot, and the like directed at me and perceive them as compliments if they're from Max, but that time he was more affectionate than ever, and it couldn't help but affect my state. Under his tender touches, calm penetrations, and affectionate words, I suddenly felt another wave of euphoria and came again. I came under my man literally a minute after the first volley. I came from how tender Max was, and it was amazing. That was the most tender evening of our relationship; I couldn't have imagined such a thing. Max continued to take me with surprising tenderness; several times that evening, without pulling out, he turned me on my side and jerked me off until I began to shudder under his caresses and came yet again. The whole evening merged into a single endless stream of bliss, bliss with his magnificent cock in my ass. When Max finally pumped me full of his seed, I found it incredibly difficult to muster the strength to clean up myself and our bed.
Falling asleep in his strong embrace after such an insane marathon of pleasure was easy and sweet.
In the morning, I woke up before my man and decided to wake him up as befits a proper slut, namely with a blowjob. I carefully sucked him off until he was fully awake, after which I mounted him and rode my lover until he began to growl in anticipation of orgasm, and then I jumped off and took him in my mouth. Max shared his semen with me again, the taste of which I had already become addicted to.
"Do you want to cum too?"
"That would be great. I came like a machine gun yesterday, but with you, I want more and more."
"In that case, you're asking wrong, slut. Or do you want me to lock you up again?"
Understanding his playful mood and realizing what he wanted, I slid off the bed, got on my knees, and began begging Max.
"My master, my lord, my love, I am your obedient slut, I beg you, let me cum, let me release while enjoying you."
"Alright then, slut, you can jerk off."
Max ordered me to stand with my back to him, which I obediently did. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that he was also jerking off, looking at me, and it was wildly arousing. It was something special; he wasn't taking me as a girl, wasn't fucking me like a faggot, but was jerking off himself, getting aroused by the sight of my naked body. I tried to make myself look as attractive as possible, stroking my thigh with my hand and wiggling my ass, throwing coquettish glances at Max.
"What a great slut you are, ass like a nut, you're made to be a cock sleeve," Max showered me with compliments, and when he saw I was starting to tremble, he added, "Collect the cum in your palm, don't waste it."
I did just that. They were unusual and very pleasant sensations. Afterward, Max put me on my knees and stood jerking off in front of me. I stretched out my hands with my semen, and he added his seed to them. Of course, I licked all that amazing nectar from my palms. The whole situation was insanely arousing, and I still remember it with warmth.
It was time to pack for home. Max drove me to the station, where, waiting for the train, we sat in the back seat of his car, kissed, and Max even gave me a bit of a blowjob, though without finishing — time was already pressing.
"That's so you don't get bored on the road, my girl," Max said, pulling away from my cock, and I had to go to the train with a hard-on in my pants.
This trip became the most unforgettable episode of my gay life.