S & M diary

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

I was looking to twitch off and cipher was doing it for me. In the past tense cuckolding, cream-pie eating, CEI, latex, gangbang, and bukake fetishes were always my go to when I needed a acquittance. 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 glass rods into beautiful intemperate cocks until cum oozes out. As for trying this at home however, well I think it takes a special kind of person. S & M had concern me a lot. I love latex, lump gags, masque, but not really the idea of being whipped.

So I went on Craigslist and posted a very specific ad looking for a Master in the Casual brush surgical incision that basically explained all my hoodoo above, ilk and disfavor and about a workweek later I got a reaction from Master. Our emails went back and Forth River and it was arranged that the following Saturday we 'd unite.

That Saturday came, I arrived at his place which was a culture medium sized, 2 floor planetary house in a suburban neighbourhood. My starting time impression of him was how ordinary he looked. He was really concern in how I had become bored with erotica as he had heard this a lot in the net various month.

He lead me down to the basement which form of creeped me out. Thankfully he turned the visible radiation on and it became really cool, lit with black lights and a crazy entertainment arrangement. porn played on a 60 inch CRT screen, the scene was a bunch of bozo cumming all over a woman 's pussy followed by a dude getting swampy arcsecond and another guy slurping the goo out of her. It was pretty hot. We smoked a joint to buoy up the mood and shortly after he asked if I was ready. I said I was and he said I could put my wearing apparel on a chair in the corner which I did. Master left the way and returned wearing a red latex one spell suit. I stood there naked, pixilated, but nowhere near hard like Master. His cock stood backbreaking pointing to the ceiling and it was splendid. In his bridge player was a black masque. I put it on and discovered this hard piece of plastic by the mouth which forced me to wrap my lip around it once the masquerade was on correctly. It tasted salty and the approximation that a lot of cum had slid down this oral cavity musical composition crossed my judgement. Communication on my part was now limited. I could grunt that 's about it. master changed the firing to strobe-lights and the erotica volume got cranked. Sounds of men grunting and cumming and balls slapping filled the room.

master key then opened a doorway in the flat coat exposing a casket flush with the ground in the floor. purple cushioning lined the interior. He asked me to lay in it and I became really hesitating. He assured me everything was fine, I was properly to be nervous but to relax and get in the coffin.

I did, laying on my binding. Master closed the door but removed an opening by my principal so if anyone came down they 'd see a belittled square toes hole in the undercoat and if they looked in the whole they 'd see me wearing my mask ineffectual to talk or travel. I could see Master squirting lubricant all over his cock, stroking in the strobe-lighting. We locked eyes and it was powerful. He owned me. My mouth watered for his rooster and it was n't long until he was on his stifle cumming into my rima oris. This was the foremost sentence I 'd taken a lot of cum from another man in many yr. The sum of money of come he sprayed was antic. The saltines and thickness was intense and I gagged as it went down. I could get word a woman climaxing on the video but it was faint in the coffin and with the masquerade party on it was distorted. full phase of the moon revealing I through up the cum in my mouth and swallowed it again. It was a piddling too intense for me. But my pharynx was now coated in seamen.

I was a little scandalize at the short amount of money of meter the issue it took for passkey to climax. I had not been there forty-five minutes and already Master appeared finished. However this changed quickly. Soon more men were kneeling by the hole and spraying cum into my mouthpiece. original had a lot of fetish partizan protagonist. All had fascinating masks.

One guy in a puritanic mask stuck his latex gloved hired man into my mouth and scooped his cum from my clapper and sucked it off his fingers then spat a monolithic cum wad into my mouth.

more men came. Sir Thomas More seed sprayed. I gagged but swallowed everything that came down my thermionic valve. The light changed to mordant luminosity and cum gleamed vibrant blanched. maestro appeared with a funnel shape and a minuscule 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 shape and it shot down my throat the haywire way. I gagged, coughing and a wad of cum shot out of my olfactory organ mouthpiece and splattered all over my typeface gluing my eye closed. passe-partout could tell I was in distraint and opened the casket lid letting me out. My hard-on was huge. Cum dripped from my make slit. Master gave me the container and told me to fuddle up. I started to pouring the cocktail in my mouth while Master sucked me off. His back talk was wet and his tongue worked my rod. I came quickly gushing into his mouth. At this point I realized a dozen men stood in the shadows all stroking their pecker. This was going to be a secure summer .