S & M journal

So I 'm not a writer but after a summer of amazing sex I thought I 'd percentage it with others. I 'm a male person, 35, fit, attractive, bisexual, married and this is all true and begins back in June when I had become bored with porn.

I was looking to jerk off and nothing was doing it for me. In the preceding cuckolding, cream-pie eating, CEI, latex, gangbang, and bukake fetishes were always my go to when I needed a release. But they just were n't doing it for me anymore. I had recently stumbled upon sounding which is kind of hot. It 's basically guy 's sliding methamphetamine rods into beautiful grueling cocks until cum oozes out. As for trying this at dwelling house however, well I think it takes a special kind of person. S & M had interested me a lot. I love latex, ball muzzle, masks, but not really the idea of being whipped.

So I went on Craigslist and posted a very specific ad looking for a overlord in the Casual Encounters section that basically explained all my fetish above, ilk and dislikes and about a calendar week later I got a response from schoolmaster. Our emails went back and Forth and it was arranged that the following Saturday we 'd connect.

That Sat came, I arrived at his stead which was a medium sized, 2 level sign of the zodiac in a suburban neighbourhood. My first impression of him was how ordinary he looked. He was really interested in how I had become bored with porn as he had heard this a lot in the lastly respective month.

He lead me down to the cellar which form of creeped me out. Thankfully he turned the lights on and it became really cool off, lit with black luminousness and a crazy amusement arrangement. Porn played on a 60 inch screen, the panorama was a crowd of guys cumming all over a woman 's snatch followed by a dandy getting squashy seconds and another guy slurping the goo out of her. It was pretty hot. We smoked a marijuana cigarette to lighten the mood and shortly after he asked if I was quick. I said I was and he said I could put my apparel on a professorship in the corner which I did. Master left the room and returned wearing a red latex paint one piece suit. I stood there naked, tight, but nowhere near hard like Master. His dick stood hard pointing to the ceiling and it was glorious. In his hand was a contraband masque. I put it on and discovered this difficult piece of credit card by the mouth which forced me to wrap my backtalk around it once the mask was on correctly. It tasted salty and the idea that a lot of cum had slid down this rima oris art object crossed my mind. Communication on my part was now limit. I could grunt that 's about it. professional changed the lighting to strobe-lights and the porno book got cranked. Sounds of men grunting and cumming and balls slapping filled the room.

Master then opened a door in the footing exposing a coffin flush with the primer in the trading floor. Purple padding lined the interior. He asked me to lay in it and I became really hesitating. He assured me everything was amercement, I was compensate to be nervous but to loosen up and get in the coffin.

I did, laying on my spine. original closed the door but removed an opening by my head so if anyone came down they 'd see a small-scale public square golf hole in the ground and if they looked in the whole they 'd see me wearing my mask unable to talk or move. I could see Master squirting lube all over his rooster, stroking in the strobe-lighting. We locked optic and it was powerful. He owned me. My mouth watered for his tool and it was n't long until he was on his knee joint cumming into my mouth. This was the low gear meter I 'd taken a lot of cum from another man in many class. The amount of seeded player he sprayed was fantastic. The saltines and thickness was intense and I gagged as it went down. I could hear a fair sex climaxing on the video but it was faint in the coffin and with the masquerade party on it was distorted. Full disclosure I through up the cum in my sassing and swallowed it again. It was a short too intense for me. But my pharynx was now coated in seamen.

I was a little shocked at the little sum of money of prison term the event it took for sea captain to climax. I had not been there xlv min and already Master appeared finished. However this changed quickly. Soon more men were kneeling by the yap and spraying cum into my mouthpiece. maestro had a lot of fetish partisan champion. All had captivate masks.

One guy in a aristocratical mask stuck his latex gloved hand into my oral fissure and scooped his cum from my clapper and sucked it off his fingerbreadth then spat a massive cum wad into my mouth.

more men came. More seed sprayed. I gagged but swallowed everything that came down my tube. The light changed to black light and cum gleamed vibrant white. Master appeared with a funnel and a small container filled with jizz. I learned later he liked to store his cum in the freezer then warm it up for guests. He poured the goo into the funnel and it shot down my throat the wrong way. I gagged, coughing and a wad of cum shot out of my olfactory organ oral fissure and splattered all over my face gluing my eye closed. Master could assure I was in distress and opened the casket lid letting me out. My hard-on was huge. Cum dripped from my piss puss. professional gave me the container and told me to drink up. I started to pouring the cocktail in my oral fissure while Master sucked me off. His mouthpiece was wet and his spit worked my rod. I came quickly gushing into his mouth. At this point I realized a dozen men stood in the phantom all stroking their cocks. This was going to be a good summertime .