A Night's End - Recollections
12:50 P.M. 17th May 2009
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I phoned my friend quite late at night and, I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that he hadn't answered.
But, how I wanted to kneel on all fours for him, as he slid back and forth inside me, whilst I would think of more; and, perhaps a third person, to witness the fine way I'd dressed, to entice a man's length into me.
So, I'd left the house, horny as hell and made my way to the cottage, on the main road, just inset off a small lay-by, still wearing my pretty lingerie...
I entered the gloom and made my way to the white enamel urinal, streaked with yellowed stains.
Standing up onto the step before it, I found myself standing next to a man, who had been hidden in the shadows, until a car passed by, it's headlights illuminating the interior. I had unzipped myself and sighed as I passed urine, a long golden stream of it.
He smiled at me, and I had returned the smile, knowing full well it meant more than just a smile.
And, he knew where I stared, of that I was sure, as I looked to his right hand that stroked at his hard flesh.
And, as I'd looked sideward at what he had to offer, I recall my decision to do as bid by anyone I'd met tonight; as I couldn't help, but stare, it was at least eight inches, cut and leaking pre-cum, as he fisted it. He was still smiling.
Then when he had taken my hand, before I'd zipped up, I'd followed docile to a toilet cubicle, with a lock.
And, I'd locked into his eyes as he'd locked the door saying to him, "I'll do all that you ask..." And, I'd paused a `sec before requesting more...
And, I'd asked of him, "Please Sir, will you play with my nipple?" I'd asked him that as I knew it would make me oh-so willing, to please... And, do whatever he said.
I even recall whispering, as I knelt on urine-soaked tiles, how I wanted to feel used as a woman, as he filled me up.
And, with his hands holding me fast, I knelt before him, my mouth eager to please this man, my Master.
As big as I remembered, I held him gingerly, licking him shaft, before taking him into my willing mouth.
He had filled me, pumping his hips back and forth, as he held my head firmly in place, a hand either side f my head.
No nipple-play, just real hard face-fucking, in a darkened cottage, as this stranger did as he wanted and, as I'd told him I wanted.
Yet, I so wanted more of this oh-so dirty sex. I liked it, as I had thought I would.
I recall how I'd looked up at him, begging with my eyes, "Fill me!"
Instead, he'd pushed away from me, his length leaving my mouth, drooling with need. Oh Gawd, the disappointment!
Big hands had pushed me by my shoulders and I'd slumped to the floor. "Fuckin slut," he hissed, "you want it, and you have to earn it!"
"How Sir?" I'd asked, my voice quavering, feeling ever-so small. "Undress..." He had instructed simply.
I had stripped quickly, leaving him with a wide-smile, as he realized what I was wearing.
"Leave that on," he told me.
I'd been ever-so pleased that he liked me in my mauve lacy chemise, panties and hold-up's and I'd looked up at him, asking again, "Please Sir, will you please play with my nipples, I so need it..."
"Then stand up," he had said to me, quietly. I had done as instructed, my nylons soles immediately soaked.
He had reached forward, taking a nipple between finger and thumb, through the mauve nylon; and, oh-boy did I sigh, with the sweet pain of it, as he gripped hard..
And, my penis had hardened, leaking; as the grip on my sore flesh continued and with a sneer of contempt on his face, he pulled and twisted my tender flesh.
"Goddamn, you do like this, don't you?" He questioned.
I had nodded, tears freely running down my cheeks, from the pain and delightful humiliation. I had got what I wanted, nay needed and, I had felt so-so-small.
The stranger stroked his flesh back into hardness, as he looked at me. Then, snapping his fingers, a flash of pain shot had through me, right down to my groin.
"Stand up and face the toilet!" He ordered, obviously enjoying the role he'd taken.
I had done so nervously.
And, his right hand on my lower-back, fingers splayed, he had pulled my panties down with his left hand.
I had looked round, to see him suck on two fingers, before he parted by buttocks and eased them both into me, quite easily.
"Yeah, a real fuck-slut," he mused aloud, as he had driven two fingers back and forth.
My hand on the cistern, I'd bent my knees a little, pushing my arse out a little, towards his hand, as the fingers filled my rectum, widening me, ready for use.
He had drawn them from me, and then parting my buttocks, he had filled me again, with his length, much to my delight.
In and out he had pumped away in me, with slow rhythmic ease. "Oh yeah," he cried out, driving his length deeper into me.
I'd closed my eyes, not wanting to look down into the toilets murky water; and that was all I'd needed, to centre my being on the warm flesh that seemed to get deeper and deeper; `...perhaps breaching my colon?'
And, his hands on my hips, he had worked my arsehole, as if it were a pussy, opened-up and his to use: after all, it had been.
"A real fuck-slut," he had said again, his legs trembling a moment, as the grip on my hips had tightened; and then, he had slapped at my ass-cheeks a few times, shooting his seed deep into me.
Now, as I type this out, I'm smiling as I recall how shattered I had felt, as he drew his flaccid cock from out of my sore, somewhat distended anus.
I had looked over my left shoulder, as he zipped-up, with a grin on his face, watching as I'd toyed at the sticky mess dripping from my loosened sphincter muscles.
"Goddamn, but you love it," he had said and turned to the door, to undo the lock.
And, I'd been drawing my panties back up my thighs, when my stranger had opened the door and the young fellow just outside the door and looked in and said to me, "No need to pull those up you. From what I've heard, you're a real fuck-slut..."
I recall now, as I harden inside my pretty purple panties, how I'd looked back, to see one man leave the cubicle, then another one enter, grinning from ear to ear.
I remember sliding my panties back down my thighs, my eyes closed as I leant forward once more, ready to be used, as he might want.