Bi-Sexual Male / 18
My first thoughts walking into the bar were that I would never be caught dead in a place like this. But here I am, stepping into a dimly lit club that smells faintly of vanilla and sex hormones. Tranvestites litter the floor, surely many of the beautiful females carrying some form of weaponry underneath. Eyes crawl across the fitted jeans and top that I wear, my slim and athletic body showing a bit too nicely.
A hand catches my fore-arm before the smooth cascade of a voice catches by hear. "Well, sugar, you must be the one that emailed me?"
Her name is Star, a woman with curves and breasts to die for. Tonight, she wears a terribly tight leather dress that makes a tingle crawl up my knees. My eyes are busy running along the slim of her legs, the round of her hips that meet with the lovely curve of her ample rump. I'm practically drooling before she taps my cheeck, her neon pink lips moving into a smile.
"Uh, yeah, that's me. Sorry, I'm-" I'm cut off by her hand pulling me through a back door, the sounds of music faintly being drowned out. A few doors scatter the corridor we have just entered. She leans against the wall, her hands moving to play with curl of her black hair. Her eyes are an unnatural pink from contacts, but paired with her porcelain skin, she pulls it off sexily.
"You're nervous, I know. But remember what I told you?" I nod, that'd everything be alright, that Mistress Star would take care of me. She pulls open the door she stands next too, the interior coming into view. A bed rests in the middle of the room, hand cuffs attached to all of the metal poles. The bed is all black, clean, and pink rose petals are strewn about. A strap-on that she approved with me is laying on the bed, cotton candy lube, and a gag to keep my mouth open for her pleasure.
My cheeks are red, my heart is pounding, and her hand carresses up my ass. I moan nervously while her other hand explores down the darkness of the front of my jeans. Her lips leave her sweetened stain of pink along my neck and shoulder as she guides me to the bed. Warmth floods my cock, a hard erection filling the grasp of her hand. I keep thinking, what am I doing? I'm straight.
I'm helping her slip my jeans off, her hands touching and teasing, and I'm moaning for her hands to do so much more. It wasn't untl I was fully ready, my cock red and needy that she began to undress. Her dress slipped off of her body effortlessly, revealing perfection. Her breasts were mounds of heaven, her nipples ample and ready for attention. And down the curve of her hips was a body build of a perfectly thick woman. Strech marks covered her hips, her breasts, and some of her thighs, but in a way that was quite wonderful. She wasn't obese, she was, in a sense, just right.
I licked my lips, her hands allowing mine to explore. Excitedly, I pull at her breasts, my mouth circling her nipples while her nails glide down my shoulder. I'm sitting up on the bed as she stands in front of me, letting me explore. My exploration took my hands to squeeze and massage her ass. My mouth was busy pleasing her chest, while my hands took to undressing the bit I was concerned with most. Her thong was pulled off with ease, my fingers running along her dampene womanhood. Precum was drifting out of my cock, already on the verge of orgasm just from foreplay.
That was when my request began to be filled. She guided me away from her body and onto the bed where I was arranged with my ass up and my jeans pulled down. My hands were cuffed to the bed while the gag made my mouth remain open. The strap on secured around her hips and the lube was shared between us both.
I was nervous, shaking almost, I wasn't sure after all. I couldn't forfit now, the artifical cock had begun to work its wa into my mouth. It was about eight inches long, but the lub helped it slide against my tongue and down the curve of my throat. At the sign of me no choking, her hips worked a bit faster until it was roughly banging into me. I was sucking hungrily, my apprehensions distant as I orgasmed all over. Star moved away from my mouth, leaving a faint smell of cotton candy on my lips.
She had moved behind me, a harge slap bearing down on my ass. I yelped, tears burning my eyes.
"Did Miss Star say you could cum?" I couldn't answer, but she continued her spanking on my bare behind. Each smack made me lurch forward, my cock sensetively swinging. I was surprised to feel an erection forming from her torure, the painful smacks growing less and less. I moaned something, and her hands massaged the place she had abused. Her hips positions flushed against my ass, letting the cock she possesed rest between my cheeks. She dry humped for a bit, letting me feel, her coos and moans making my erection harder.
She finally gave into her own wants, positioned the tip of the strap on against my hole. It took a bit of pushing, and her hands relaxing me to get in. But once she had, her mercy had dried up. She went hard and deep into me, pleasing every area of my ass. She milked my prostate dry, her hands smacking my ass, while I clung to the cuffs. I could only moan for thanks, taking the devilishly good strap on ramming. When I felt another orgasm, I'd whimper, making noises, and she'd allow for me to cum.
For nearly two hours I was reamed, her hands slapping and squeezing my balls for more. When she felt I had enough, she let the aritfical cum inside of the strap on paint the inner walls of my ass white. I lay panting, tired and fatigued as she pulled out.
After we had cleaned up, she gave me a long kiss and helped back out to my car. She supplied me with a collar, a black leather strap with a pink star as a charm. She promised to see me again soon, maybe tomorrow.
I owe a thank you to a fetish website, the one that led me to her and to the back of the club. I'm not straight after all, I am nothing it seems. I am only what I must be to Miss Star.
A hand catches my fore-arm before the smooth cascade of a voice catches by hear. "Well, sugar, you must be the one that emailed me?"
Her name is Star, a woman with curves and breasts to die for. Tonight, she wears a terribly tight leather dress that makes a tingle crawl up my knees. My eyes are busy running along the slim of her legs, the round of her hips that meet with the lovely curve of her ample rump. I'm practically drooling before she taps my cheeck, her neon pink lips moving into a smile.
"Uh, yeah, that's me. Sorry, I'm-" I'm cut off by her hand pulling me through a back door, the sounds of music faintly being drowned out. A few doors scatter the corridor we have just entered. She leans against the wall, her hands moving to play with curl of her black hair. Her eyes are an unnatural pink from contacts, but paired with her porcelain skin, she pulls it off sexily.
"You're nervous, I know. But remember what I told you?" I nod, that'd everything be alright, that Mistress Star would take care of me. She pulls open the door she stands next too, the interior coming into view. A bed rests in the middle of the room, hand cuffs attached to all of the metal poles. The bed is all black, clean, and pink rose petals are strewn about. A strap-on that she approved with me is laying on the bed, cotton candy lube, and a gag to keep my mouth open for her pleasure.
My cheeks are red, my heart is pounding, and her hand carresses up my ass. I moan nervously while her other hand explores down the darkness of the front of my jeans. Her lips leave her sweetened stain of pink along my neck and shoulder as she guides me to the bed. Warmth floods my cock, a hard erection filling the grasp of her hand. I keep thinking, what am I doing? I'm straight.
I'm helping her slip my jeans off, her hands touching and teasing, and I'm moaning for her hands to do so much more. It wasn't untl I was fully ready, my cock red and needy that she began to undress. Her dress slipped off of her body effortlessly, revealing perfection. Her breasts were mounds of heaven, her nipples ample and ready for attention. And down the curve of her hips was a body build of a perfectly thick woman. Strech marks covered her hips, her breasts, and some of her thighs, but in a way that was quite wonderful. She wasn't obese, she was, in a sense, just right.
I licked my lips, her hands allowing mine to explore. Excitedly, I pull at her breasts, my mouth circling her nipples while her nails glide down my shoulder. I'm sitting up on the bed as she stands in front of me, letting me explore. My exploration took my hands to squeeze and massage her ass. My mouth was busy pleasing her chest, while my hands took to undressing the bit I was concerned with most. Her thong was pulled off with ease, my fingers running along her dampene womanhood. Precum was drifting out of my cock, already on the verge of orgasm just from foreplay.
That was when my request began to be filled. She guided me away from her body and onto the bed where I was arranged with my ass up and my jeans pulled down. My hands were cuffed to the bed while the gag made my mouth remain open. The strap on secured around her hips and the lube was shared between us both.
I was nervous, shaking almost, I wasn't sure after all. I couldn't forfit now, the artifical cock had begun to work its wa into my mouth. It was about eight inches long, but the lub helped it slide against my tongue and down the curve of my throat. At the sign of me no choking, her hips worked a bit faster until it was roughly banging into me. I was sucking hungrily, my apprehensions distant as I orgasmed all over. Star moved away from my mouth, leaving a faint smell of cotton candy on my lips.
She had moved behind me, a harge slap bearing down on my ass. I yelped, tears burning my eyes.
"Did Miss Star say you could cum?" I couldn't answer, but she continued her spanking on my bare behind. Each smack made me lurch forward, my cock sensetively swinging. I was surprised to feel an erection forming from her torure, the painful smacks growing less and less. I moaned something, and her hands massaged the place she had abused. Her hips positions flushed against my ass, letting the cock she possesed rest between my cheeks. She dry humped for a bit, letting me feel, her coos and moans making my erection harder.
She finally gave into her own wants, positioned the tip of the strap on against my hole. It took a bit of pushing, and her hands relaxing me to get in. But once she had, her mercy had dried up. She went hard and deep into me, pleasing every area of my ass. She milked my prostate dry, her hands smacking my ass, while I clung to the cuffs. I could only moan for thanks, taking the devilishly good strap on ramming. When I felt another orgasm, I'd whimper, making noises, and she'd allow for me to cum.
For nearly two hours I was reamed, her hands slapping and squeezing my balls for more. When she felt I had enough, she let the aritfical cum inside of the strap on paint the inner walls of my ass white. I lay panting, tired and fatigued as she pulled out.
After we had cleaned up, she gave me a long kiss and helped back out to my car. She supplied me with a collar, a black leather strap with a pink star as a charm. She promised to see me again soon, maybe tomorrow.
I owe a thank you to a fetish website, the one that led me to her and to the back of the club. I'm not straight after all, I am nothing it seems. I am only what I must be to Miss Star.
