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 person, married and this is all unfeigned and begins back in June when I had become bored with porn.

I was looking to twitch off and nothing was doing it for me. In the past cuckolding, cream-pie eating, CEI, latex, gangbang, and bukake fetish 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 form of hot. It 's basically guy 's sliding drinking glass rods into beautiful voiceless dick until cum oozes out. As for trying this at nursing home however, well I think it takes a exceptional variety of someone. S & M had interested me a lot. I love latex, ball gag, masquerade party, but not really the idea of being whipped.

So I went on Craigslist and posted a very particular ad looking for a master key in the Casual Encounters incision that basically explained all my juju above, likes and disfavour and about a week later I got a response from skipper. Our emails went back and forth and it was arranged that the following Saturday we 'd plug in.

That Saturday came, I arrived at his place which was a medium sized, 2 floor 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 in conclusion various months.

He lead me down to the basement which sort of creeped me out. Thankfully he turned the lights on and it became really poise, lit with black lights and a crazy entertainment system. Porn played on a 60 in sieve, the tantrum was a bunch of bozo cumming all over a fair sex 's snatch followed by a swell getting sloppy irregular and another guy slurping the goo out of her. It was pretty hot. We smoked a articulation to lighten the mood and shortly after he asked if I was cook. I said I was and he said I could put my clothes on a chairman in the corner which I did. master copy left the room and returned wearing a red latex one piece suit. I stood there naked, stiff, but nowhere near toilsome like skipper. His cock stood tough pointing to the ceiling and it was glorious. In his hand was a Black mask. I put it on and discovered this hard objet d'art of plastic by the rima oris which forced me to wrap my backtalk around it once the masquerade was on correctly. It tasted salty and the idea that a lot of cum had slid down this mouth piece crossed my mind. Communication on my part was now restrain. I could grunt that 's about it. passkey changed the kindling to strobe-lights and the smut volume got zigzag. phone of men grunting and cumming and clod slapping filled the room.

Master then opened a room access in the ground exposing a coffin flush with the basis in the floor. Purple padding lined the inside. He asked me to lay in it and I became really hesitant. He assured me everything was fine, I was right to be aflutter but to relax and get in the coffin.

I did, laying on my rachis. Master closed the door but removed an scuttle by my oral sex so if anyone came down they 'd see a small square hole in the footing and if they looked in the whole they 'd see me wearing my mask ineffectual to talk or travel. I could see Master squirting lube all over his tool, stroking in the strobe-lighting. We locked eyes and it was knock-down. He owned me. My mouth watered for his turncock and it was n't long until he was on his knees cumming into my mouth. This was the first fourth dimension I 'd taken a lot of cum from another man in many years. The sum of money of seed he sprayed was fantastical. The saltines and thickness was intense and I gagged as it went down. I could try a cleaning woman climaxing on the video but it was faint in the coffin and with the mask on it was distorted. full-of-the-moon revealing I through up the cum in my mouth and swallowed it again. It was a little too intense for me. But my throat was now coated in seamen.

I was a picayune blow out of the water at the short amount of time the event it took for Master 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 mouth. Master had a lot of fetish enthusiast friends. All had fascinating masks.

One guy in a blue mask stuck his rubber-base paint gloved hand into my mouth and scooped his cum from my tongue and sucked it off his fingers then spat a monumental cum wad into my mouth.

Sir Thomas More men came. Thomas More seed sprayed. I gagged but swallowed everything that came down my tube. The light changed to black visible light and cum gleamed vibrant Stanford White. original appeared with a funnel shape and a diminished 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 wrongfulness way. I gagged, coughing and a wad of cum shot out of my nuzzle sass and splattered all over my nerve gluing my eye closed. professional could tell I was in hurt and opened the casket lid letting me out. My hard-on was vast. Cum dripped from my urine slit. Master gave me the container and told me to drink up. I started to pouring the cocktail in my mouth while master key sucked me off. His mouth was wet and his glossa worked my rod. I came quickly gushing into his mouth. At this stop I realized a twelve men stood in the shadow all stroking their pecker. This was going to be a safe summertime .