It was all about me. I just made a decision to try something that I had never done, even though I had written about it and fantasized about it since I was in college.
The decision seemed fast, if somebody had been watching me right before, they might have thought I was drunk or high or impulsive, but the years of fantasies that stood behind it weren't.
I was in somebody's house, a stranger to me. It was just me and him, too, I was sent there to fix his computer, which I did quickly and very well, since I take pride in my work.
Like most people, he had to be there to let me in. It was the mid afternoon of a sunny summer's day. He was older, but not old. I barely remember what he looked like. It didn't matter. He would do just fine.
He was home for the day he said and he was watching TV, waiting for his wife to come home, or at least waiting for somebody. Or perhaps he was just waiting for me to leave so he could strip his clothes off and drink in his underwear.
I didn't care.
I was going to do something that might get me fired, or I might end up in a back of a squad car, or at the very least get me thrown directly out of the house with my clothes thrown out after me.
Or maybe not.
I had asked to use the bathroom, but I didnt intend to use it for anything but stripping naked. I did that as quickly as I could, because I needed a few seconds to compose myself for what was to come. I folded my clothes, too, carefully, buying extra time.
I was going to walk back out stark naked and offer my body to him to do whatever he wanted to do with it..
It was going to be scary hot. To be naked and helpless in front of someone like that would be enough to send a thrill down my spine just by itself. In fact, in my fantasies, I had even come hard to that scenario. Now I was going to actually do it.
Of course I had been naked in front of people before, but never just a strange man, never close and intimate like this, and never with this intent, which was going to be more than obvious to him because i was going to make it that way. I was going to lay myself out for him. No way to say, oops I didnt mean to be walking around naked in your house, I didnt mean to say all those sexual things to you. If he didnt connect with me, or with what I was offering up to him, all kinds of bad things could happen.
You know, you think you are hot or erotic in your fantasies, but there is no way to see yourself thru somebody else's eyes. What you think is hot could inspire revulsion in others, especially if you dont know them, and you dont have a clue about which way they fall on sexual issues especially this kind of thing. My thinking is that no matter who it is, Male or Female, if they get you hot, you are hot. Even though I hadn't exactly tested that theory yet. That was precisely why I wanted to do it this way. It was so risky but it should work. Still, I never thought of myself as a thrill seeker, and I was nearly overwhelmed by the danger of it all.
Even if he was startled, which I'm sure he would be, I was hoping he at least wouldnt be disgusted. But It could go either way, I knew. I looked at my eyes deeply in the mirror, checked my body out, in shape but not lean, not too tall, not too short...time to do it. It was, as they say, show time.
I took a last deep breath and I opened the door. I padded out, the air cool on my bare skin seemed like it was whooshing by me like I was running. My bare feet were almost sticking to the tiles, I was so nervous. My footsteps sounded like I was a lumbering bull. How could he not hear me coming, I thought? But it was just all my heightened sense of awareness.
He was in the TV room I thought, so I went there. He had his back to me, sitting on the leather couch absorbed in something meaningless on the screen. I paused for a few hammering heartbeats, thinking I could still go back. But that would waste my efforts, and I could even be seen and get nothing out of it. Nothing would be worse than him seeing me naked and wondering what that was about-a sure way to get the police called. So I took a very deep last breath, which i'm sure he heard, and walked around the couch into the unknown.
He saw me right way, but he didnt react at all. Just looked at me. Looked me over like he owned me. Processed me in his brain. I took that as a good sign, at least I hoped it was, so I closed my eyes and pivoted around for him so he could get a GOOD look. I like my ass, I spent a lot of squats shaping it, so I lingered on that and showed him that more than anything else. I put my hands on my head as I did it like a ballerina showing off for her teacher. I felt my face flush bright red when I did it, I was so embarrassed. I hadn't counted on THAT reaction.
But then I really didnt want to turn back around, I was suddenly scared to death. What if he laughed, or said a cruel thing or called me names or was just horrified? I wanted to just run as fast as I could back to the bathroom and get my clothes and go get a stiff drink. Me! Who never drinks! I had a momentary thought, even if I just did that, and ran and nothing else, it would been something to remember, to jerk off too. Show my ass to a virtual stranger, run get my clothes from his bathroom and hope I dont get fired or reported to the police!
But I was in it now. I HAD to see his reaction so I turned back around. It seemed like the longest 180 degree turn of my life.
What I saw was definitely not disgust. His eyes were on fire, he must have liked the forbidden like I do. He told me to turn around again. I did. I turned as slowly as I could this time on purpose. I put my hands on my ass to to flirt, (to FLIRT! With a guy! Can you believe that?), and to show that I was very sexual. I thought in my excited state that would say it wasn't just about being like a common flasher. Who knows why I thought that. But I did.
He told me to walk back and forth. I did. I barely remember that part. My heart was racing.
He told me to get down on my knees. I did without question or expectation. Just did it.
He told me to put my head down arch my back and put my ass in the air. That was suddenly different. Oh my god. I was taking sexual orders, NAKED, from a stranger. Who apparently liked giving orders as well. It was what I wanted, but it was real now.
He was like me, I thought, I hoped, it's the forbidden thrill that turns him on. That turned me on too. A lot. I wondered what was going to happen-what was next? I wanted to draw it out, in case that was all there was, all I would get, just showing a guy my ass and having him appreciate it. He got up, said stay there, and came back with a beer which he set on a coaster. And a jar which he set on the table while I peeked at him. Then, without a word, he just grabbed my hair roughly and pulled me up from my face-down position and proceeded to walk me around the house for a while, like somebody in training. Me all bent over while my bare feet slapped against the tiles again, much louder this time, since I was flat footed to try and grip the floor. I was trying to keep my balance all the while and I had to touch him every once in a while to do that, but there was no other contact. Looking back I think he was trying to make sure I was real, and wasnt going to say what the fuck are you doing, just like I was nervous about him and had to do my pivoting as some kind of negotiation .
We went back onto the smooth carpet and he made me stand tall in front of him while he drank his beer. We didnt say much of anything. Or least I didnt, I still was overwhelmed. He asked me a few questions, had i ever done this before (i truthfully told him never-he raised his eyebrows on that one), what was i expecting (i told him i had no idea it was spur of the moment even though i had thought about it before), was i enjoying this (i said he had no idea how much; it was a fantasy to stand naked in front of stranger) and what i wanted from him (i said nothing but letting me please him). He seemed to like all those answers.
Then I swallowed hard and just asked him if I could suck his cock naked. There it was.
The words just came flowing, like water over a waterfall after that, i asked if he would stay dressed because it was erotic to have to be naked because that would heighten my feelings of powerlessness, that i wanted to try several other things, i wanted to bend over the arm of the couch because i had a dream about that one time, i wanted to suck him on my knees, would he hold my head when he came, was he going to come on my face, could i jerk him off...? I tried to get it all out, all the things that I had always wanted to beg someone to let me do.
That made him laugh, my eagerness, and my haste to get it all out, and he said yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes. And if he missed anything, yes. We both laughed just a little bit at that last one.
He asked how long i'd been waiting to do this, and when I told him, he said wow and he told me for that long of a wait he'd make it unforgettable for me because my passion was turning him on. And he was true to his word.
He told me to stand up straight, hold my hands behind my back and watch him unzip his pants. It seemed like forever-did he unzip one zipper tooth at a time or was I in slow motion watching mode? Forever! Looking back i'm sure he tortured me on purpose. Finally it was all the way down and when he reached inside, and as slow as the other unzipping seemed, it happened very quickly that his cock was out. It was at a right angle and it was rock hard! And boy was it big! I have no idea about the size of a cock from looks alone-all I knew is that it looked way bigger than my own cock or, for that matter, my mouth.
I looked into his eyes and back at his huge cock, then back at him. He saw my hesitation and he said, last chance to back out, you can just give me a hand job...but i wasnt going to, no matter how much it scared me, it was a beautiful cock, i was going to suck it, this was my only real chance to suck a cock, so i shook my head no and bent over the couch slowly from the front until the head of his cock was less than an inch from my mouth. I could actually feel the heat from it on my lips and God, it looked even bigger that way. But when he said suck it, taking it was surprisingly easy. I liked licking it, it tasted good-clean and fresh and smooth. At first I put my palms on his thighs and went down on it over and over, trying to go a little deeper each time, but I realized no matter what my fantasies had been, there was no way I could go all the way down, so I used my hand as an extension of my mouth and jerked him that way while sucking him too. He really seemed to like that, because he got EVEN HARDER! God-i didnt think that was possible. He told me to get on my tiptoes so he could see my ass better and I did. It was VERY hot to get on my toes, even though it was very difficult as well. I felt like a girl must feel in high heels. On a club stage. Naked. Being trained.
Then, he got my head in his hands, one hand under my chin and one hand on the back of my head and made me go down way farther than I thought I could, at least another two inches or so. I cant tell you how that turned me on to have his cock filling my throat like that, I had always wanted to be forced to suck more than I thought I could. I had sprayed a small amount of chloraseptic spray in my mouth in the bathroom, just in case, to numb my gag reflex, and I was glad I did. I felt his cockhead pass the little thing at the back of my throat with a pop and just like that I was deep throated. On my toes for his enjoyment of my ass, forced down on his big cock, I felt both more important than i'd ever felt in life and less important at the same time, like he needed me to do those things for him but anybody else could do it for him too. I decided to focus on the important.
He was pushing his pants down now some so I could get as far down as I could on his dick. I was not stroking him anymore, just clutching his thighs and pants to stay balanced on that monster cock and to relieve the pressure on my calves. It was so, so big, at least to me, that even deep throating him wasnt enough to take my nose to his belly. I tried to look up at him, another fantasy, but in that position, I had too much else to do. It was all I could do to stay on my toes and grip his legs while I made sure I was sucking with all lips and not using any teeth.
He let go, and pushed my forehead and I almost fell getting it out of my mouth but he shoved me right back down the same way and God it seemed even deeper. He let me get air and did it again and again, more times than I can count. Finally he shoved me off, and I got flatfooted again, standing all the way up (kind of), panting, tears of effort in my eyes, and i'm sure, drool in the sides of my mouth. I know the tears were there because I could barely see his face thru them.
Then he proved he listened to my pleas by telling me to lean over the arm of the leather couch. That sent another swarm of butterflies through my stomach. He scooted very close to the arm and told me to cup my ass cheeks in my hands and to not let go of my ass no matter what happened. He didnt hold me in any way, not after making me press my chest and belly over the arm of the couch right where he wanted me. He just watched me bob up and down on his dick, and I did everything I could to suck him as deeply and as effortlessly as I could, all tight lips and cock. I think my lips were twice their size by then. I closed my eyes and let go and I re-imagined my dream I had once where I was picked up hitchhiking in a rainstorm and I gave the guy a blow job over the side of the his couch for helping me after he helped get me out of my wet clothes. I was very grateful for this guy now for fulfilling that fantasy and I think I showed him that with my hungry mouth. God, he couldn't get any harder than he was then, and I never wanted cock in my mouth so much either. I'm sure he could tell.
He pulled me off him after a while but said dont move, which of course I didn't -- other than pressing my face down into the leather of course. He stood up and walked around behind me and without a word laid his cock, his hot meat, between the cheeks of my ass, balls right on my asshole, shaft thru my ass crack, head resting on that triangle area just below the small of my back . God that was hot. I raised back up on my toes for that and arched my back without being told to. It just seemed like the right thing to do. I never imagined anal as a fantasy, but having that heavy cock in my ass crack was just...erotic. It actually got me harder, the weight of it, its presence, its boldness. He left it there for what seemed like a very long time until he pulled my hands off my ass and delivered some friendly slaps, just enough to make my ass a little warm...and to make me jerk every time he slapped it. I think he liked that because HIS cock jerked every time he did it.
He pulled me up by my arms, turned me around, and forced me to my knees with my back against the side of the couch. He stepped back and took his pants off. Hold my balls in your hands he said. Look up at me he said. I liked that a lot, looking up at him from way down there on my knees. While I looked up at him, he talked to me and lubed his cock with something he said the porn stars use for cocksucking. For deep penetration he said. More butterflies raced through me. How could it get any deeper? He encouraged me to lick his balls while he did it, which I did, and that was very cool, because he had very heavy and firm balls. They felt like soft heavy stones in my mouth. I just had to suck them as after licking them. I didnt want to let them go. But, hands on my thighs, he said and when I obeyed he leaned over the arm of the couch, one hand on the couch, one hand on the back of my head, and inserted his cock in my mouth again. There was something different this time other than the lube -- more intense, rougher, something-i couldn't put my finger on it...but I never felt so naked in my life. He stripped his shirt off roughly too, like it was in the way-like he didn't care whether it ripped-I heard some buttons pop-and suddenly, he was naked too. He was bigger than i was, and it showed when he was naked. He talked to me in low intense tones now, telling me what to do every second, and somehow he got so deep in my mouth that I felt his balls on my chin and my face was an inch from his belly. A big man, with a big cock, and now very intense. I didnt care. Now I wanted it all, whatever he was gonna do, I was gonna take it. I wanted him to fuck me in the mouth as hard as he wanted to. He stroked hard now, in and out, he was purposeful and I had lost any control i might have had. I felt tears in my eyes, and saliva dripping off my chin from the forced mouthfucking . He pulled it out suddenly and said hoarsely, lick it off! I saw the tip had beads of come on it and i licked it like i was crazy for it, licked it clean
then
in
slow
motion
he put it back in
All the way.
Slowly. It began to spasm.
Deeply. It Pulsed all the way past the back of my throat, like a heartbeat hammering wildly.
And then he came. Oh my God, he came.
There was so much. So much. I couldn't take it all. I swallowed as much as i could right away down my throat but i gagged.
I couldn't take much of the rest in fact-most of it spurted out of the side of my filled mouth like an explosion!
He wouldnt let me off his cock though-just like I really always wanted, to be held down on a cock while somebody came-i never told him that, somehow he knew, or it was just his nature. He held my head tightly down on his cock no matter how I tried to get off it . My hands fluttered and slapped on his thighs, but i kept them t here. He made me suck him until his orgasm was all spent, till the last few jerks of his cock subsided. It was a long time that I spent on that cock while it came. And came, And came. Then when he did let me go, he said roughly, clean it off. Leave nothing on my cock. Leave nothing IN my cock. Lick it off and swallow it all. He held my head by my hair watching me while I did that, then grabbed his camera phone and took a full length picture of me, then a video, chest heaving, gasping, eyes wide, lips red and swollen, still in that stretched "O" shape, my face covered with splashes of his come, then he walked around to the front of the couch and collapsed in a heap.
As for me, I was spent too. On my knees, leaning my bent arms heavily on my thighs, my head down, my sweaty ass stuck to the leather couch like it was tied there, come dripping from my raped mouth onto my throat and onto my chest, some had even dripped on my semi-hard cock, and I was panting still, couldn't move at all. I would have to go home and jerk off after I recovered. Maybe he would send me the picture and the video...for me to do just that.
I dont know how he felt about it but I wanted to try that again at a later date.
I found myself wondering if it ever would happen again...but I knew it would. I picked the right guy by luck.
Then I wondered what would have happened if I had run back to the bathroom instead...would he have heard me and known something was unusual..just turning around to see a brief flash of white skin-not enough to really know if it was real? When I came out of the bathroom fully dressed (breathing a little heavily, but still composed) would I have to just go home and write a story out of frustration?