🍬Heute am Bernsteinsee in Velten (Landkreis OHV) - nördlich von Berlin
Links mein Schwanz / ich wurde geblasen, bevor ich den Typen gefickt habe…..
Daddy keeps me on a strict diet and limits my physical activities to aerobic exercise only. He likes me thin, smooth, and with minimal muscle. Daddy, on the other hand, keeps His body rock-hard, unshaven, and ripped. He enjoys the contrast between our bodies, especially when it comes to fucking. I am his 50s-era housewife; He is the Master of the house. He enforces a strict regimen of housework for me, keeping me feminized in my role. He further enforces my inferior position and total dependence upon Him through gratuitous sexual acts of degradation and subjugation. He easily overpowers me in sex and uses His strength to inflict the deepest penetration possible with his monstrous cock. And the steroids He’s taking make Him especially vicious and unhinged in the moment. Of course, I savor every minute of being His housewife whore. Whether He comes home for a noon-day fuck or bends me across His lap and spanks my bare ass until it’s blood-red. He rules me and I’d not have it any other way.
Man and boy both get what they need from the relationship. That’s the biggest lesson I’ve learned. I can’t always comprehend what goes through the mind of a boy - why it makes him feel so good to give up every ounce of will, every one of his possessions, every inch of his body to Me - but I know that he needs to submit. I’m more than happy to take advantage.
Early in my sexual history I was drawn to the dark hallways of adult video arcades and the booths therein where I serviced mostly married men on their lunch breaks or on their way home from work. Not once did these men ever get fully unclothed but occasionally I’d meet someone who’d invite me home and like a hungry puppy I’d willing follow, out of the “safety” of the arcade and into the unknown.
One such man was a mature, muscular Daddy with an enormous dick. We both knew I lacked the necessary skills to adequately satisfy him orally but once we were in his home, my lack of skills didn’t matter; what he wanted and what he planned to take was my tight, nearly virginal boy hole. It never occurred to me that he’d even try to fuck me; it was ridiculous to imagine something that big inside me. I was naive.
When he moved us to his bed I thought nothing of it; he was in control and I loved it. He was on top of me, pressing me into the mattress and kissing me deeply. He started rubbing his dick over my tight hole, wetting it with his precum. It seemed harmless enough so I was unclenched and relaxed when he forced his swollen rock-hard dick inside me. With a firm and skillful lung he managed to penetrate me with nearly half his cock before I clenched up. I screamed and struggled but my resistance only aided his assault. “Fuck that feels good!” He held my thrashing body firmly beneath him and continued his thrusting and pounding until he was balls deep inside me. My tears and screams slowed him down but only because it excited him to see me suffer. Although his thrust were hard and deep he paced himself so he wouldn’t cum too quickly; he was savoring every minute of my pain and agony.
Eventually I stopped screaming enough for him to kiss me and once the pain and fear subsided I found myself clinging tightly to him and surrendering to what was happening. He bred me multiple times that night but there was not to be a repeat visit; despite my frequent and repeated begging and pleading he never fucked me again. He was on to the next conquest and I was just one more boy he’d raped and bred.
Back to the hallways.
Tattooed ass bottom eagerly welcomes the load. Added 2/27/13. 1 min 44 secs