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Snap !
The sound made him jump as I adjusted
the gloves fittingly to my arms. Standing there, totally vulnerable
was Tom, a young man I had picked up at a bar downtown. He was quite
a specimen, really. With longish blonde hair, green eyes, and the
physique of a god, he had been surprisingly easy bait. I had guessed
from his looks that this boy was still in university, and was just
your typical jock, incapable of performing sex in any other position
than missionary and doggie-style. Boring. I had spotted him right
away. He was eyeing almost every pair of breasts in the room, trying
to decide which to choose. I decided for him. We had been in a bar
on Queen Street, Bacchus' Basement. It was the type of bar where
you could meet someone, fuck them in the bathroom, and never talk
to them again, <I>
if</I> you knew what to look for. Tom, however, didn't know
what he was doing, and as it turns out, had never been there before.
I had made my introductions, flashed my shaved pussy, and caught
him, hook line, and sinker. I didn't know his last name, and I didn't
care. This wasn't about sex for me.<P>
I brought him back to my house early on, he didn't
want to wait until the bar closed. I gave him wine, and he had produced
some cocaine, not a habit I usually am slave to. Regardless, we
each railed a few lines, and before he knew it, I had him as naked
as the day he was born. I led him into my bathroom, and had proceeded
to shave every inch of his body, rubbing it down with oil afterwards.
Now he stood, glistening, naked, and hard as a rock. Breathing heavily,
I could tell he was getting excited. I leaned over, and rubbed my
latex-cover breasts against his chest. I had playfully bound his
arms with some silk rope, and they were hanging from a hook on my
ceiling. He moaned a little, and trembled, as I reached down and
started stroking him, grasping his cock, hard in my hand. "My
God!" he whispered. He watched me with fascination, admiring
the look and feel of a hand upon his skin which was completely covered.
I knelt now, taking his cock and placing it between my tits. Dribbling
a bit more oil on them, I then moved up and down on his rod, letting
him shudder and moan with every movement I made. With my other hand,
I reached around him, and began to explore his ass. I felt the muscles
tighten with anticipation. "I don't know..." he whispered,
"It might hurt." I gave a deep, throaty laugh, and continued
on. "You don't have much of a choice, you know," I said.
He looked terrified for a second, but then licked his lips in thought.
"More oil. Use more oil on your fingers." I laughed again.
Another convert. I did as he asked, placing more oil on my finger,
then carefully, slowly began to probe with my middle finger. He
was moaning regularly now, rocking with me as he fucked my tits,
and I fingered his ass. It wasn't enough. I covered a second latex
clad finger in oil, and slid it in beside the next one, opening
him a bit wider, making him a bit hotter. "Come on my tits
now." I ordered, and stroked his cock really hard. He trembled,
jerking his hands against the rope that bound him. Squirming and
writhing in sheer ecstasy, he let out a single cry and shot his
hot seed over the smooth black surface of my suit. I took my hand
away, wiped the rubber off, and undid his arms.<P>
"Your clothes are in the next room,"
I said, "Get dressed and get out." He looked at me in
amazement. "But, but..." he stammered, "I haven't
even touched you, your skin." I looked at him now, the smile
on my face barely concealing the contempt that was growing inside
me. "I don't want sex." I said, "It's dirty, it's
dangerous. It's not for me." He looked at me pleadingly now,
still turned on by the new experiences he had received. "Not
even safe sex? I've got a condom in my wallet, you know." I
looked at him once more, as I was about to exit the room. "Honey,
you just had the safest sex you ever will." With that, I left,
locking the door behind me, leaving him to find his way out of my
house.
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Story Submitted By "angel7
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