Straight Male / 49
Answered Ad By Acquaintance
Almost 30 years ago I had moved into a new city and did some online dating to find some ladies. This is before tinder or even craigslist, so I think it was mostly some usenet or other bulletin board-type postings. I got a few dates that didn't amount to much, but about a year into this I saw one intriguing ad which mentioned "passive watching" as a kink. I'm not very kinky myself, but exhibitionism always attracted me, perhaps because of some risque outdoors masturbation that got my off a few times in my teenage years (or maybe that just revealed an innate inclination).
I answered it, and soon got a surprising response: the poster revealed that we knew each other from a unitarian church we had both been attending for several months. I did indeed recognize the name instantly; I knew Ellen was single with a young daughter, and occasionally contributed to the music there. We had occasionally talked but I didn't know her well. She said she hoped this wasn't embarrassing, and I immediately added that it wasn't in part because she was so straightforward about it.
We agreed to meet for dinner and got to know each other better. She had a previous relationship, but was never married, and had been in the church her whole adult life after finding it was more open to who she was. She then followed me to my small house where we could talk more openly. There she admitted that she had a kinky side, basically enjoying being tied up and dominated at times, though this wasn't essential to her sex life, just an occasional side treat.
I talked more about how I wanted to be watched masturbating, and that part of my interest was in absolute safety, since this was still before effective treatments for AIDS. She agreed that this was a good reason, and that I was smart to look for this kind of outlet. We talked a while longer, but there was increasing silence in the conversation where we just kept looking at each other. Finally I asked if I could do this with her, and she said "of course!"
I immediately got hard and unzipped where I was sitting in the living room, pulling out my cock to show her. She asked if she could get closer, I said yes so she got on her knees but sat on the floor to my side, her face very closer to my dick but without any hint that she was going to use her mouth or hand--just her eyes. But that was enough. She looked at what I was doing with an intense curiosity, not as if she had never seen this before, but to see the details of how I was doing it, to see *me* doing it, and that was just the turn-on I needed. I didn't touch her intentionally, just occasionally as I adjusted my legs, but that contact was also thrilling even though it was mostly just our bare ankles in contact. I must have masturbated for almost 20 minutes, going crazy with her proximity and yet subtle distance. Finally she asked if she could lay her head across my left thigh, and hoped I wouldn't be tempted to cum on her--I said I wouldn't. This position allowed her to look easily at both my dick and my face. It didn't take long after that for me to start spewing cum across the hardwood floor, just barely missing her hair (I actually had to jack further over to the right to do this).
That was a great time, but we agreed that we weren't entirely matched so we were going to date other people. Still, she came back a couple times and we experimented with a little kinkiness. She wanted to be tied up and teased, so I roped her sitting on the floor leaning back against the bed, her arms pulled toward the bed frame legs on either side. I then took out my erect cock and started slapping her face. We basically did a kidnapper scene, where she pretended to be disgusted when I did this. In character, she protested, and then I threatened to r**e her, when she asked what she needed to do so I wouldn't I demanded that she submit to the slapping. She then got emotionless and just let me slap her over and over again, sometimes quite hard (well, as hard as a dick can be, which is certainly very different from a bony hand). I alternated this with rubbing my dick across her face and even across her lips, which she kept tightly shut. "I could give you a blowjob." This too was part of the scene. "No," I said, "I can't trust you not to bite it. And then I'd have to hurt you." So I kept slapping her as she passively took it, until the whaps started to make me more excited and breathe more heavily. She was a good scene actor, and started to cry and whimper "please don't, please don't." In all this we never used any foul or insulting language, just evoking power and control. The crying established my domination of her, and I started slapping her *very* hard with my cock as I held her head slightly to the side with my left hand so I could strike her left cheek from above. I then turned her head up a little so I could slap her lips, again held fiercely tight, and then started to ejaculated explosively with each slap, squirting semen across Ellen's face and onto a towel on the bed behind her. None of it hit her lips--we were still being careful, and agreed not to exchange bodily fluids during these sessions. But there was plenty in her hair, and running down her cheek and neck into her shirt, which had a big globby stain.
I thanked her, and then she broke character to thank me, as it excited her to be used that way in safety. I untied her and she left with semen still all over her, but it was dark out so there wasn't much risk of being caught. That was our last time together, but it was a good one, and we stayed friends at church the next few years until a job moved me elsewhere.
I answered it, and soon got a surprising response: the poster revealed that we knew each other from a unitarian church we had both been attending for several months. I did indeed recognize the name instantly; I knew Ellen was single with a young daughter, and occasionally contributed to the music there. We had occasionally talked but I didn't know her well. She said she hoped this wasn't embarrassing, and I immediately added that it wasn't in part because she was so straightforward about it.
We agreed to meet for dinner and got to know each other better. She had a previous relationship, but was never married, and had been in the church her whole adult life after finding it was more open to who she was. She then followed me to my small house where we could talk more openly. There she admitted that she had a kinky side, basically enjoying being tied up and dominated at times, though this wasn't essential to her sex life, just an occasional side treat.
I talked more about how I wanted to be watched masturbating, and that part of my interest was in absolute safety, since this was still before effective treatments for AIDS. She agreed that this was a good reason, and that I was smart to look for this kind of outlet. We talked a while longer, but there was increasing silence in the conversation where we just kept looking at each other. Finally I asked if I could do this with her, and she said "of course!"
I immediately got hard and unzipped where I was sitting in the living room, pulling out my cock to show her. She asked if she could get closer, I said yes so she got on her knees but sat on the floor to my side, her face very closer to my dick but without any hint that she was going to use her mouth or hand--just her eyes. But that was enough. She looked at what I was doing with an intense curiosity, not as if she had never seen this before, but to see the details of how I was doing it, to see *me* doing it, and that was just the turn-on I needed. I didn't touch her intentionally, just occasionally as I adjusted my legs, but that contact was also thrilling even though it was mostly just our bare ankles in contact. I must have masturbated for almost 20 minutes, going crazy with her proximity and yet subtle distance. Finally she asked if she could lay her head across my left thigh, and hoped I wouldn't be tempted to cum on her--I said I wouldn't. This position allowed her to look easily at both my dick and my face. It didn't take long after that for me to start spewing cum across the hardwood floor, just barely missing her hair (I actually had to jack further over to the right to do this).
That was a great time, but we agreed that we weren't entirely matched so we were going to date other people. Still, she came back a couple times and we experimented with a little kinkiness. She wanted to be tied up and teased, so I roped her sitting on the floor leaning back against the bed, her arms pulled toward the bed frame legs on either side. I then took out my erect cock and started slapping her face. We basically did a kidnapper scene, where she pretended to be disgusted when I did this. In character, she protested, and then I threatened to r**e her, when she asked what she needed to do so I wouldn't I demanded that she submit to the slapping. She then got emotionless and just let me slap her over and over again, sometimes quite hard (well, as hard as a dick can be, which is certainly very different from a bony hand). I alternated this with rubbing my dick across her face and even across her lips, which she kept tightly shut. "I could give you a blowjob." This too was part of the scene. "No," I said, "I can't trust you not to bite it. And then I'd have to hurt you." So I kept slapping her as she passively took it, until the whaps started to make me more excited and breathe more heavily. She was a good scene actor, and started to cry and whimper "please don't, please don't." In all this we never used any foul or insulting language, just evoking power and control. The crying established my domination of her, and I started slapping her *very* hard with my cock as I held her head slightly to the side with my left hand so I could strike her left cheek from above. I then turned her head up a little so I could slap her lips, again held fiercely tight, and then started to ejaculated explosively with each slap, squirting semen across Ellen's face and onto a towel on the bed behind her. None of it hit her lips--we were still being careful, and agreed not to exchange bodily fluids during these sessions. But there was plenty in her hair, and running down her cheek and neck into her shirt, which had a big globby stain.
I thanked her, and then she broke character to thank me, as it excited her to be used that way in safety. I untied her and she left with semen still all over her, but it was dark out so there wasn't much risk of being caught. That was our last time together, but it was a good one, and we stayed friends at church the next few years until a job moved me elsewhere.
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