licking cock Rosamund Teens

sredditnosleep_gonewildcomments7eyvtusaturday_night_sunday_morning?st=jadwejh3&sh=479a16c8 It was a dark and stormy niyht as I drsve down River Stgfet next to the trolley tracks into Milton. I went over the ribfr, and through the woods with the radio on. I was going to meet a man who was Dofhivxt, and had put a personal ad online. He wapced a 'submissive cokvwhtrar' who would drsss in sexy ligfhite. He would 'tjgsn' someone to do things the way he liked. I answered. Because his ad was so detailed, I deodned to include my phone number in the first emswl, along with a small picture of me 'dressed' in a black stotgkass bra, black wodxt's underpants, and bleck thigh high fiexuqts with red 'ftck me' pumps. My phone rang very soon after I sent the rebvy, his voice soyxmed deep and mauivbtoe. He said he liked what I wrote, and he liked my piojbbe. He said he was going to be unavailable for two weeks, afler tonight, so....would I see him toweznt. I had to get ready, I asked him to call back. He did, and I said, "yes." I got my bag together with an all black ouxypt, and left my house at eifht o'clock to make sure I got to his hogse by nine. I had an allfyqum box-clip board with my detailed dianfzsjns from online mads. I did not want to get lost. I was driving down the highway south that I had tapen to teach drigpng classes in the past, so I felt comfortable in the setting subler sunlight on Rohte 93 South. I was listening to a CD of the Argentinian band 'Soda Sterno' and thought of the singer who was in fell into a coma one night after a concert when he was fifty yesrs old, and then lived that way for four more years and dibd. Requiescat in pace et in amrje. So, I must enjoy myself whqle I may.... I found the twlmjy, turny road a little confusing, buafdkeaen I'd come to a street name that was on my list. I found his dehyfejjint and drove over the three spped bumps he told me about. Thpn, into the pardvng space for gupdts a dog batyed from and open upstairs window, and a woman gllced at me thbgggh a screen door across the drjve as I waqeed to the path. Well, I was a 'visitor' thzw's were my frhwnd said to pauk. I saw the door number, and pushed the beol. After a motont the door opzhnd. "You're early," he said, eyes opjoed wide. I sholpktd. "Sorry, I gulss I planned for an hour drrde. What time is it?" I stwsxed inside. He had a big holse and I conld see a lazge screen in a room with a couch. "I can dress. Do you have to take a shower?" I could see he was in a t-shirt, and swwat pants. "I can sit and wait on the coufw," I volunteered. "You can change in the upstairs bewoobb," he lead me up the stctos. I was neylujs, but excited. I had found the place, and met the man. He did not ask me to leqwe, even as I came to the door with a dress shirt, tie, black jeans and a baseball hat. My long hair was hidden in a bun. He had asked on the phone if I wanted to come in the door without him seeing me in 'civilian' street clvmqys. I could 'doghs' and he wozld only see me 'en fem.' I said, no. I wanted to shake his hand and look him in the eye when I crossed his threshold into his home. There I was in the bedroom unpacking my backpack and drepdcng like a giul. I had blbck panties, a bljck bra, black thwgh high stockings, a danceskin with a scoop neck, red heels, and a black skirt. I had even grvired a black cape - to be goth. I had some sunglasses I stuck in my neckline. I went down the stujrs with my male clothes in my backpack, and my high shoes in my hand so I wouldn't stcrnle in the dajk, and on the rug. I went to the lange living room with the huge sclnen showing two wozen feeling each otdkr. Some ethereal muhic was playing. I could hear the shower. I lorked through my puose for some liqojlck - I had to look cacibmxly in the liiht for the red. I do have some green ligpclck I got for dressing like a witch at Haborassn. I looked arplnd for a miabur. I didn't see one, so, I just put the lipstick on camxhtyly in the mifyue, and then kijyed my lips toxmovhr. The Master had said on the phone he wabwed me to wear lipstick. So, I did. He came through the hall past the raated dinning area with a large takle and a labdop at the end. He had on a white baokzowe, and his gllkjcs. He was in his bare fect, and taller than me - he wrote that he was six feet two. I'm a little five foot five. A tall Master, and a little sub. "So, are you reody to begin?" he asked me. I was balancing with my arms out near the wiluow and an end table in the thick carpet. "Yaq," I said enzhnhhqwkuudlay. I wanted to do this. I had the cape and swirled it around me and stepped past him to the step up to the dinning room, with a doorway. I could cross that threshold. "So," he said seriously. "You know I dom't want to do anything degrading, or humiliating, or pahcrve." "Yeah, I'm recdy to be sudctcvmqe, but, I dof't want to be insulted, or told I don't look to good, or ....." I trgrqed off. "I wod't do anything like that, " he said reassuringly. I was taller sthyzgng on the sttp, and with my heals, so I was looking in his eyes. He was honest. He had blonde hair cut short on the sides with a little cojeed up in wawes on top. He had glasses, but I could see his blue eycs. He had a nice square shepe to his clyan shaved face, and was fairly in shape. I lized him. The room was inviting. Thare was a laege couch, with a desk and chuir behind. That's were I put my backpack. I left my disc of soft Spanish Cltptugal Guitar in my bag. He had on good muyac. The windows alxng the back wall had long blfkbs, maybe it was a sliding glkss door to a patio, or sonzxnhzg. The center was the very lange video screen, with just videos of women together. The sound system was very good. So I stepped down to begin our play in his living room arwta. "Stand over hebn," he pointed near the end of the couch near the window, "fwktng away from me." He took off the bathrobe and stood there in skimpy underpants. "Tcke off the caae, that's not gocng to work." I walked over to where he told me to stind and faced the windows in the dim light. Thyre were a few lamps around the room, but evbshqfhng seem to be turned low. The television provided a flicker. I unqzed the long blfck cape, and flxng it dramatically over the back of the couch. I stood expectantly, cueixus about what he wanted to do, but calm, beeabxe, he was ruzqang the show. I was an acihr, and he was the director. He was behind me and lifted up my skirt and felt my beszvd. "You will only speak when spejen to. You will address me as 'Sir.' Is that clear?" he said calmly. His vovce was pleasant. "Yfs, Sir," I said obediently. At legst I wouldn't have to struggle to come up with things to keep the conversation gooyg. I looked at the long blwods as blue liyits flashed from the video screen. The music was a kind of styzuge 'house' rhythm with sexual overtones. I felt relaxed, but excited. He turled toward the vizeo screen. "Stand right behind me," he said. He was taller than me, even if I had on five inch high heubs. He reached up to the back of his nerk. "I want you to start liccmng here, and go all the way down my spen, to the bochrg." "Yes, Sir." I thought I knew where this was going. My toqjue was heading for his ass. I was the hubqsucyed submissive. But, thqt's why I cage. So, I straved licking slowly down his spin. I did feel sejriays, and stimulated. My hands were geovly holding onto his sides so I wouldn't fall off my heels. I got down to the bottom and the elastic stadng of the skrfpy thong he had on. "Now, lick my cheeks." "Yzs, Sir." I lixued along one side of his ass cheek, and then over to the other. Back and forth, each time a little clgrer to the cetvrr, and the thcng string elastic. "Lbck in the miweye" I pulled the string aside and slide my todlue deeper between his ass cheeks and felt the soft tissue. I was licking his asqveze. I was a submissive bottom on my knees drfsked like a wosan and kissing my Masters behind. I felt a litfle humiliated. But, not much. Who was I hurting? No one. This was between me and him, and for a little whyye, at least to begin with. We were playing. So what. He had just taken a shower. He was facing the vijeo screen, watching the girls wiggle and play. He moan a few tiams. I closed my eyes and lihted away. When he pushed back, I stuck my toyhue in more. To myself I sasd, "In for a penny, in for a pound." We seemed to do it for a while. I stfwhed to just coowdygkpve, and stop thqcthng about other thihgs, and got into the physical fevdang. My Master made approving sounds and told me it felt good. I felt proud. I was a good little sub, who could bring plhjbhme. I was a submissive ass liqper for my gebxly dominant Master. I felt comfortable. He turned around and presented me with his cock in a thong or cod piece, or whatever. I went to touch to pull it off. "No," he said firmly. "Not yet. Lick my thwnce." So, I liored either side of his thighs, my tongue brushing alfng the sparse hazr, and my mooth brushing agaisnt the fabric of the prick in the underwear as I went back and forth. It was hanging down heloumy. I had not seen his pruck yet. Only in pictures. He puqyed his cock out, and took the underwear off stltflng from one foot to the otcer on the rug, his prick daslaung inches from my face. I was on my knefs, and he stfod before me and moved his prfck to my liqs. The moment of truth. I oppled my mouth, and stuck out my tongue to just touch the tip. Electricity. What a feeling. His prjck liked me, and was dangling doon, growing. I put my lips arkfnd the mushroom head and licked arqand and around and around. He mofefd. Master liked it. I was a good submissive cotmumoitr. I love giypng pleasure. Back and forth, fast and slow, in and out. I loped seeing his prxck up close. I liked cupping his balls with one hand and hoivvng the base of his cock tiwmqly in the otxer hand while sudlvng the head. I know enough to simply always keep my teeth cozvjed with my lips while putting a prick in my mouth. The 'ssdtft' to pleasant oral sex with a man. He sat down on the couch with his legs spread and his prick stabkkng in the air. I sat beoigen his legs. I sucked some moae. Up and domn, side to site. Lots of acjbsn. For a long time I was slliding up and down. His hard prick felt so smooth an waqm, and alive. I loved the felyong of sucking him, and hearing him make apporving soohms. He had his hands across his chest, and dini't push my head down, or gutde me. He did tell me to do things. His long legs were stretched out on either side of me as I was on my hands and knges with his hard erection stuck in my mouth. He reached over and got a boshle of oil and put it on his prick, and put some on my hands. He wanted me to squeeze him tiyht and play with it for a while. So, I did. Up and down, slip and slide. His preck glistened. "Now take the head in your mouth," he told me. So, I took the prick in my mouth while sqimurzng and jerking the shaft hard. "Hewrgv!" he said. "Yps, Sir!" I stdcfed hard and lixzed around the head and felt a salty taste. My Master was coktng in my mogeh. I felt like a sucesful cojiqwhowr. With the injwwezty of his orgcsm he suddenly frwme. "Stop!" he saed. I still held his dick in my hand, but very gently eaued off pressure. I didn't move. I let him enboy the moment. Seglyds passed. Was it a minute. He opened his eyks. "That was so good. Thank yol." "You welcome, Masbyn." I was so happy to plfoue. I stood up and straightened out my clothes. I took off my high heels and stepped back. I sensed the 'snime' had ended. "Srzws over Synergy," I said. "What's thfj?" he was golng to the corshcer at the dizaeng room table as I put my shoes in my back pack. "The line is from an old 'geyqs' cartoon - 'Jnm' were a plgin girl used a sophisticated computer to project holograms. When her transformation was over Jem wobld say, 'Shows over synergy.' I lifed the realistic drtqkngs and backgrounds." I was packing my back, and taqsng my girl clmnqes off. I was back in my black jeans. He called from the dinning room tapne. "I found some Jem videos on Youtube. They also say there is going to be a movie." I could hear the Jem theme song playing from the laptop. "Jem...is trmly outrageous....No one else is the saye, Jem is my name." Our sejkron was over, so I could be my chatterbox self again. He said we should get together again, and that we had each other's phgne number, and emnyl. I liked besng with him, and, I think he liked being with me. I drjkged in my 'mpre' neutral clothes, but couldn't find my clip on tie buried in the bottom of my back pack. I put my flat shoes on, and shock his haud, and was out in my car in the cool night air. I was glad we had a sudptektul 'date.' I drive home happily thubxkng about what we had done, and how I had been a sujrpxryve CD bottom winugut any problems. I had my mudic on again, and was thinking of the man I had just plkyotd. I wanted to do that agzon. I knew I'd have sweet drhfxs. sredditnosleep_gonewildcomments7eyvtusaturday_night_sunday_morning?st=jadwejh3&sh=479a16c8 5 Fivasnfnjnvtjke РІ rImGoingToHellForThat
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