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I was woken at 3am by being rolled from my side to my back. I took me a moment to understand what was happening. And what was happening was that I was about to be fucked. Again.
I hadn’t liked Gilles when I had first met him online. This was in the Caribbean, where the local men tend to be tall and dark and potent-looking, and Gilles’ profile was monosyllabic and sparse. Few details. Pictures of his cock emerging, semi-erect, from his lowered underpants. It was typical of the men in the region, who might be nice enough guys but are prone to arrogance. They have read too often that they are the sexual master race, and they believe their own publicity.
Gilles’ profile said something about “big cock love big ass”. I was feeling very horny that day so I replied that I liked a big cock up my ass, descending to his level, but you know, sometimes the subconscious just takes over.
We exchanged a few messages and established that he was as dominant a man as I could have wished for, if I could just establish some ground rules. You can do what you like, I told him, as long as you’re nice to me.
He said he liked “real fem bottom” and I went all girly tarty for him, saying how much I wanted to suck him and I would lick his ass if he liked and I wanted his spunk in my mouth and all over me. And he could piss on me if he wanted to. All of these things might seem brazen, even demeaning, but they were true and I felt he would respond to them. And I repeated that I would insist on being treated with respect.
Part of the problem was that he spoke very little English and I spoke very little French, which was his language in this tiny French outpost. It took me a while to decipher one of his messages, but when I finally cracked it, it was about how I was going to love being in bed with him and never want it to end.
Two nights later I was at the door of his tiny house up a dangerous-looking back street and he whisked me in before anyone could see me. He was wearing shorts and a basketball vest, his skin gleaming and his muscles smooth and full.
I was paralysed by a combination of abject lust and fear. porno izle Now that we were here in real life the virtual safety net was gone and I just had to hope my assessment of him had been correct.
We were standing there awkwardly and I felt a move to the bedroom would be best. My eyes roamed his silky curves and bulges. He motioned for me to sit down, so I sat on a very low settee that allowed me to lean back and spread my legs without looking too obvious. He came and sat next to me and quickly put an arm around my shoulder. He was breathing heavily and I guessed he was as stoked up as I was.
Gilles put a hand on my knee and an extra shot of blood raced into my already swollen, expectant cock. Then he leaned down and kissed me and my heart began to race. I had had a few fumbles with men, but never a proper date-type event like this. But he liked feminine men and I resolved to play that role to the hilt.
I allowed him to kiss and stroke my neck and he put a hand on my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. Then he took my right hand and placed it on his thigh, just under the leg of his shorts. I needed no further invitation.
I slid my hand up, felt his balls (no underwear) and his little tight patch of pubic hair.
What would a man want to happen next if a girl was in this position? He would want her to suck his mighty phallus, and I really wanted to do that anyway, so I got on my knees in front of this sexy, dominant man, and pulled his shorts down and off.
His cock was even more beautiful in the flesh and I knew I was going to worship his body and he was going to expect it. He must have been hoping I wasn’t all talk.
I licked his shaft a couple of times and wanted to delay sucking his knob, but I just couldn’t. I took it into my mouth and loved the full, smooth feeling of it.
My hands stroked his ballbag and I wanted to go there and smell him, so I did. I licked that savory, slack skin and my tongue moved his balls. They were nice and big, full and promising, which was good because I was going to milk him for more than one load that night. As I licked his crotch amatör porno he remembered my promise and turned so his ass was in my face.
“You lick my ass,” he said, and I looked at the shiny mountains and the dark valley between them. I was trembling with anticipation as I put my face in the slot and my tongue touched his anus. It all sounds so clinical when you use such words, but the experience was anything but clinical or dignified. I was licking this lovely man’s ass, performing the most depraved, submissive act in all of the manual of homosexuality. When I did it to a girl I was imposing it on her. But somehow with a man I was doing it because I was his slave, and a willing one at that.
His crack was a shiny as his buttocks, and felt smooth and slippery to my tongue. Gilles was groaning in ecstasy as this stranger administered the most exquisite of services to him. I hoped he was thinking how he was going to repay me by taking my dignity with his cock up my ass. It was a complex potion of lust and depravity with a touch of love creeping in. I could feel him appreciating my doing this to him, and he put a long arm behind to stroke my head while pulling me in closer so I was licking him harder.
Gilles’ intoxicating essence was all over my face — not just his dna but the old-fashioned evidence of the smell of his crack. But it was more than that: this was evidence that he and I were half in love with each other, having promised so much on the website and seeing those promises delivered within minutes of actually meeting.
Gilles sat up and pulled his vest over his head, inviting me to suck his nipples, which I did eagerly. Then he grabbed by head and kissed me strongly again, before pulling me to my feet and pushing me through into the bedroom.
“Doggie,” he said simply. “You like.”
I got on all fours and waited as he squirted some cream in my crack. Then he mounted me and thrust his beautiful hard cock into my ass. I gasped. He was the biggest I had had and I was slightly scared. But then the wonderful feeling of being filled and fucked took over as he slid anal porno in and out, in and out, filling my brain with feelgood chemicals.
It was a feeling I had discovered relatively late in life, the indescribable thrill of a hard cock up my ass, but once you’ve experienced it, you realise what you have been missing and want to make up for lost time. I did, anyway, and Gilles just confirmed how wonderful it can be. He pumped, thrust, pushed and pulled me to his heart’s content, and mine.
Then suddenly he flinched and said, “I come. Okay?”
“Yes, please,” I said, and waited just a few seconds before he fell forward and helplessly expelled his spunk into me.
That wasn’t the end of our evening. We had a quick shower and got down to it again, and this time, Gilles knelt astride me and when he was about to cum he leaned forward and I took his semen in my mouth.
I lay in his arms in my new role as female, receiver, submissive, and he caressed me until we fell asleep.
And that brings us up to date. I have just been woken by the man who has been fucking me and is about to do it again. It is pitch dark but I know my Gilles now: his shape, his aromas, the sound of his breathing. He lifts my legs and I comply eagerly, my ankles up by my head as I give him absolute freedom of my body. He is above me, his thighs between mine, and I can see the whites of his eyes.
“I cum inside you, you are mine,” he says affectionately, and I stroke his back and say “Yes.”
And then he plunges into me again, and it is every bit as exciting as the first time, because now we are face to face and as our eyes adjust to the dark he can see the facial expressions of the man he is fucking and I can see the wicked, one-track eyes of the man I am being possessed by.
Gilles grunts and puffs a bit as he gets going, and then we are that well-oiled machine again, the top and the bottom, the dom and the sub, the giver and the receiver, except I am giving something too. Even as I receive his thrusts I am giving him my permission, my desire for him to do what he wants with me.
This time when he cums he doesn’t warn me, just gets up higher and convulses as his spunk shoots into me. This, they say, is when an ass becomes a cunt: when it has accepted semen pumped into it by a powerful, insistent man.
Gilles fills my ass with his spunk and I am blissful.
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