He’s straight but fucked another man…

 

‘tism returned.

He was round not that long ago . It was a good meet although he lasted mere seconds. I had a feeling that a repeat meet would only yield better results and I was right - although it didn’t quite start as I hoped.

He was bang on time. I was running late. He had said he has a thing for rubber which apparently is the one thing that I don’t own. So I chose a pleather corset that I struggled to tighten myself. He was at the door and I was not ready but let him and then lit the candles and poured the drinks.

He was awkward again, not quite mastering the small talk, the flirt and banter. He also said NOTHING positive about the outfit, and believe me the corset, thong, fishnet bralette and gorgeous gown warranted a reaction. But he did start to kiss me. He seemed nervous though and he made no move to do anything else. I stripped him down and I enjoyed kissing his cock, and sucking it. The slight downward angle perfect for deepthroating and he was quick to ask me to slow down before he came. Perfect. He didn’t make a move to touch me, or go down on me but I shrugged it off. His desire to please me is not a reflection of my own self worth so I grabbed the condom and decided I would get a good fucking if nothing else.

Condom on, I straddled him and felt his thick cock stretch me. I moved slowly and deliberately but he was already breathing to get control. He gave strict instructions - you must stop when I tell you to. I nodded, and I did stop moving when he told me to, but I didn’t stop flexing my kegels which definitely gave him a challenge.

The Switch

I did stop torturing him eventually… removing myself from his lap and from that moment he took control. Boy did he step up. He alternated fucking me and going down on my delivering nothing but pleasure and delight. Every time he got close himself, he’d stop and do his tongue trick on my clit. I told him I wanted to make him cum and he confidently said, not yet. I’m not done fucking you. He laid me down and fucked with intensity and passion. His words “I really fucking fancy you” hitting an almost innocent tone.

Missionary. Doggy. Prone bone. He ticked them off and then I pulled the condom off and sucked him slowly and deliberately and so quickly he came. I may not want to be in control of the whole encounter but controlling his orgasm is hot.

Between Rounds

We lay there, sweaty and out of breath. His conversation was still stilted, but he tried. I nudged him along, asked about his experiences, and was surprised to hear he was open to MMF threesomes. This ‘straight’ guy had been to gay clubs, soft played, even fucked men. It surprised me — not in a bad way, just in a “more open than I expected” way. Hedonism at its finest.

I don’t see sexuality as binary. I wouldn’t date a woman, but when I play it’s about desire, sensation, curiosity. Still, his honesty caught me off guard, and I liked it.

Round Two

When he went to the bathroom, I told Mr there’d be no round two - he hadn’t managed it last time. But I was wrong. He came back, kissed me, and before I knew it, we were at it again.

This time he lasted. He pounded me from behind, thick cock filling me, before cumming hard.

And splitting the condom.

Oh fuck.

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