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Suzy_Que 53T
871 posts
1/31/2015 9:08 pm
So, how did I get here?

I received a message from a man who said that his specialty is taking women in vanilla relationships to places they never imagined could exist. He never worked with a t-girl before, but he read my blog and saw that I'm looking for a husband, and wanted to show me what I have been missing. We exchanged a few messages but I let him know that I wasn't interested. However, one Sunday I received an message that simply said, "I'm going to fuck you," followed by the date (the following Saturday), time, and name of a hotel. Attached were a picture of his naked body and one just of his perfect cock. I laughed it off at the time, but kept returning to read the message again.

I replied a few times but he never responded. I realized that every time I read his note or looked at his pictures, my clit became as hard as steel. Soon, just thinking about it made me very aroused. I then knew that I had to at least show up. Besides, I hadn't been with a man for some time and was feeling a little empty inside.

When Saturday finally came, I got ready for our meeting, knowing that there was a chance he wouldn't show. I showered, shaved everywhere, and gathered a few of my sexiest things just in case!

After parking in the hotel's garage, I saw a message on my phone - go to the front desk of the hotel and say that I am there for training, with no further elaboration. I did as I was instructed. The desk clerk smiled and handed me a room key and a piece of paper, saying, "I hope you have a wonderful time, Miss Suzy." I felt humiliated and wondered how much he knew. This feeling only got worse when I read the paper, knowing that he must have read it, too.

The paper said to go straight to the bathroom, get myself ready, and report to the bedroom wearing just a pair of heels, ready to be fucked. It also said not to worry, no harm of any kind would come to me if I chose to continue.

I found the room, went in, and did as requested, shaking with excitement as I applied my makeup and arranged my wig.

I entered the bedroom feeling sexy but very vulnerable. In the dim light all I could see was the bed. He approached me from behind, placed a blindfold over my eyes, and guided me to the bed. I was positioned face down with pillows under my abdomen, leaving my ass pointing upward for his use. He extended my arms toward the head of the bed and I felt him fasten something to each wrist, leaving me spread out and helpless. I was handcuffed to the bed. He said, "I'm only going to use these since you don't know yet how much you want this." I pulled back against the restraints and he added, "I'll stop if you want me to, but we both know that you won't." He was right. This was something exciting and new that I had never imagined doing, and I had to see where it was going.

Then, I heard and felt nothing for what seemed like 10 or 15 minutes. I thought that maybe he had left me for the maid to find for some further humiliation. I tried to relax but so many different scenarios were going through my head. After going this far, I really needed him to finish what I came for.

I jumped when I felt his finger between my ass cheeks. He applied a cool lubricant to my tight little opening, entering me just a bit. When I pushed back against his hand, he pushed it in deeper, and then started moving it around until it touched a very pleasurable place - my prostate, which made me let out a little moan. He began to slide his finger in and out of me, massaging that special spot as he stroked my clit with his other hand, which was also lubricated. My eyes were closed under the blindfold as I just lay there enjoying it and getting more and more excited. All of a sudden, out of nowhere I came harder and longer than I can ever remember coming. Then suddenly his finger was gone.

As I recovered from my orgasm, I wasn't sure how ready or responsive I would be to receiving his cock right after that, but I expected to experience it pushing its way inside me at any moment. However, again there was nothing for another long period of time.

Finally, I felt his hands on my ass cheeks, rubbing them, massaging them, kneading them like they were mounds of dough. It felt so good and was really turning me on. My body reacted to this and I tilted my hips upward, inviting him in. I felt the bed shift and then felt his cockhead in my crack, firmly finding my entrance. By now, I needed it so badly that it slipped in without any resistance.

As he sank into my bottom, he said, "I wore a condom, but this is the last time. Next time, you're taking my come." He held on to my hips and began pumping my ass, silently screwing me for several minutes. The pleasure grew as he plunged harder and deeper. I begged him to bang me faster, but he simply continued at a steady rate. It felt incredible, even better than I had imagined it would. He then picked up the pace and fucked me like I've never been fucked before, and before long I was jerking hard against the restraints and screaming and crying and I felt like I was going to pass out. Finally, just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer, he emptied his load into the condom.

He withdrew without saying a word and got off the bed. There was more silence for a while. I was almost drifting off to sleep when I felt a kiss on my cheek and he whispered "You're a really good fuck. Thanks."

As I felt the handcuffs release one at a time, he said, "I'll see you again. Relax for a while and then go home. Next time, I'm fucking you at your house at," and he said my address. He then mentioned that I should be more careful with my ID and should put a password on my phone. I heard the door open and close.

I laid there for at least ten minutes, going over in my mind what had just happened to me, stunned by the fact the he saw my real name, my address, and everyone in my phone's contact list. But none of that really mattered at the time. All I knew was that I had just gotten the fuck of my life and was happier than I could remember being in quite a while. Finally, I got up and removed the blindfold. I saw a condom with an impressive amount of come in it and a piece of paper on the bedside table.

The paper was his STD test results, which were all good. I dipped one finger into the condom, held it up to my nose and took a good hard sniff - it smelled wonderful! I smeared it on my lips, then licked them and my finger clean, savoring the delicious taste of my man. I actually thought for a second about emptying the contents into my mouth, but instead tied the open end in a knot to take it home as a souvenir.

I cleaned up, changed, and went home with a new attitude on life - a very good one! Somehow he knew what I needed even if I didn't.



jenny14 75T  
90121 posts
2/1/2015 6:23 pm

Suzy

WOW!! Sounds wonderful!


A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing. George Bernard Shaw

Jenny



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