S & M journal

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

I was looking to flick off and nothing was doing it for me. In the past cuckolding, cream-pie feeding, CEI, latex, gangbang, and bukake fetich were always my go to when I needed a firing. 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 shabu rod into beautiful hard dick until cum oozes out. As for trying this at base however, well I think it takes a particular sort of someone. S & M had worry me a lot. I love latex, orb gags, masquerade party, but not really the theme of being whipped.

So I went on Craigslist and posted a very specific ad looking for a headmaster in the Casual Encounters section that basically explained all my hoodoo above, likes and disfavor and about a week later I got a response from superior. Our emails went back and forth and it was arranged that the following Sat we 'd get in touch.

That Saturday came, I arrived at his post which was a mass medium sized, 2 floor business firm in a suburban neighbourhood. My 1st depression of him was how ordinary he looked. He was really interested in how I had become bored with erotica as he had heard this a lot in the concluding several months.

He lead me down to the cellar which kind of creeped me out. Thankfully he turned the lights on and it became really cool, lit with black lights and a crazy entertainment scheme. Porn played on a 60 inch screen, the vista was a cluster of bozo cumming all over a cleaning woman 's snap followed by a buster getting haphazard seconds and another guy slurping the goo out of her. It was pretty hot. We smoked a joint to lighten 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 electric chair in the corner which I did. Master left the room and returned wearing a red rubber-base paint one piece courting. I stood there naked, steady, but nowhere near hard like Master. His hammer stood difficult pointing to the ceiling and it was splendid. In his deal was a black mask. I put it on and discovered this hard slice of charge plate by the mouth which forced me to wrap my mouth around it once the masquerade was on correctly. It tasted salty and the thought that a lot of cum had slid down this back talk bit crossed my nous. Communication on my part was now determine. I could grunt that 's about it. master copy changed the inflammation to strobe-lights and the erotica volume got zigzag. Sounds of men grunting and cumming and ballock slapping filled the room.

Master then opened a door in the ground exposing a casket flush with the soil 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 OK, I was properly to be nervous but to relax and get in the coffin.

I did, laying on my back. maestro closed the door but removed an first step by my head so if anyone came down they 'd see a minor square toes hole in the primer and if they looked in the unit they 'd see me wearing my mask unable to peach or move. I could see sea captain squirting lube all over his cock, stroking in the strobe-lighting. We locked eyes and it was powerful. He owned me. My mouthpiece watered for his pecker and it was n't long until he was on his knees cumming into my oral cavity. This was the first sentence I 'd taken a lot of cum from another man in many years. The measure of seed he sprayed was wild. 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 disclosure I through up the cum in my mouth and swallowed it again. It was a little too vivid for me. But my throat was now coated in seamen.

I was a little shocked at the short amount of time the result it took for superior to climax. I had not been there forty-five bit and already Master appeared finished. However this changed quickly. Soon more men were kneeling by the muddle and spraying cum into my oral fissure. maestro had a lot of fetish enthusiast admirer. All had fascinating masks.

One guy in a blue masquerade party stuck his rubber-base paint gloved paw into my mouth and scooped his cum from my tongue and sucked it off his finger's breadth then spat a massive cum wad into my mouth.

Thomas More men came. Thomas More seed sprayed. I gagged but swallowed everything that came down my thermionic tube. The twinkle changed to black light and cum gleamed vibrant gabardine. Master appeared with a funnel and a low container filled with jizz. I learned later he liked to store his cum in the freezer then warm it up for node. He poured the goo into the funnel shape and it shot down my pharynx the incorrectly way. I gagged, coughing and a wad of cum shot out of my nose sassing and splattered all over my font gluing my eye closed. original could separate I was in suffering and opened the coffin lid letting me out. My hard-on was huge. Cum dripped from my pee slit. skipper gave me the container and told me to drink up. I started to pouring the cocktail in my mouth while Master sucked me off. His mouth was wet and his tongue worked my rod. I came quickly gushing into his backtalk. At this stop I realized a dozen men stood in the shadower all stroking their prick. This was going to be a good summer .