Dirty Diary Chapter 3
I've started my journey to new work destinations and can't help but meet and engage with as many men as I can. I thought it'd be a great idea to document these experiences. These encounters won't involve complicated plots - they're simply about the action.
I'm an effeminate and submissive guy, with platinum-blonde hair that I wear in a short, high fade, multiple piercings adoring my ears, septum, nipples, and navel. I'm 35, 5'10, weight around 170#. I've cultivated a muscular physique and boast a nicely rounded bubble butt. My entire body is bare and adorned with a few tattoos. I crave rough and explicit sex with dominant males and am willing to engage in almost anything.
On a Friday night, I decided to drop by a bar to have a pleasant evening. I chose my outfit - a new pink and black jockstrap, skinny jeans sporting holes on the legs and rear, and a pink tank top. I then requested an uber.
As we entered the venue's parking lot, I heard the rhythmic beats vibrating the air. I strolled in, paid the entrance fee, and made my way towards the bar. I sipped on a few drinks, briefly glancing at some men before noticing a black guy seated near the far end of the bar staring at me. Estimated to be in his mid-fifties, he sported a shaved head and a thick black and gray beard. Our gazes interlocked, and he broke out in a smile. The same response from me. He stood up, trekked over, and said, "Hey, beautiful, can I get you a drink?"
"Sure!" I responded, scrutinizing him closely. This man was no boy, at least five inches taller than me. He donned a tight, black t-shirt that accentuated his muscular physique. His tattoos-filled arms stretched to the brim of his shirt's sewn-in sleeves.
He casually waved the bartender over, grinned at me once more, and announced, "Damn, dude, you're adorable!"
"Thank you! The same sentiment goes for you," I replied in turn, returning his smile.
A short while later, the bartender deposited our beverages. Rick, as he introduced himself, took a drink, we gazed at each other, and I sipped my straw. His touch on my nipple, revealed by the tightness of my shirt, made my entire body shiver. I added to his arousal by rubbing the front of his jeans. He chuckled, whispering, "I reckon we could have a wild time together."
"I'll bet we could!" I reciprocated, rubbing his male parts. He appeared to have size.
After finishing his drink, he nodded to the bartender and said, "Damn, boy, it looks like you can't wait for my dick."
"No, I can't!" I asserted. It felt delightful and stimulating.
He chuckled, and said, "Well, I plan on giving you plenty of pleasure tonight, baby."
Following a twenty-minute car ride, he parked his black Tahoe in front of a luxurious condo. He led me inside, and I observed his abstract paintings lining the walls. He inquired if I desired a drink.
"Sure. Captain & Coke." I assured him. I proceeded to undress, now in just my jockstrap and tall black socks with three pink stripes. He smiled wide, his gaze fixated on me, and said, "Damn, man!"
I turned around, thrust my rear out, and questioned, "You like?"
"Hell yes!" He exclaimed. I continued, displaying my bare behind, then he queried for a drink.
After obtaining what he requested, he looked around the condo before motioning for me to join him on the... well, not leather, but maybe faux-leather couch. He sipped his vodka - who doesn't enjoy it with some cranberry juice? - and then approached me. Grasping my buttocks, he swiftly gave me a kiss, tingling all over my body. He murmured, "I'd love to deliver my dick to you tonight, boy." I unreservedly agreed and felt my heartbeat quicken with both exhilaration and a trace of apprehension. I gazed into his eyes and proceeded to massage his groin through the layers of his jeans.
"Damn, boy, how eager you are for my genitalia."
"Nope." I answered plainly. It was deliciously entertaining.
He took another swing of his drink, then glanced at me again, stating with confidence, "I promise you'll get loads of my masculine power tonight, darling."
I glanced behind me, flashed a charming grin, and wiggled my derrière slightly. I strolled towards the bar and picked up my drink. He approached the front, snatched me, and stuffed his tongue in my mouth. I dived into his jeans, and zipped them open. He whacked me on the rear end, demanding, "You want that cock, boy?"
"Hell yeah!" I breathed softly. His member was solid in the pants, and it appeared rather sizeable.
He slapped me again, chuckled, and mashed my ass. "You'll have to earn it, slut." He shoved me onto the bar, then walloped my rear end. "Do you like that?"
"Yes, Master!" I gasped, extending my bottom.
He slipped off his belt.
I gripped the bar's edge, jutted out my ass more, and watched him unfasten his belt with a wicked grin. He gave a crack with the belt, "Ouch!" I cried, feeling the searing bite. He batted me twice more, harshly. In the mirror, I observed him admiring my now-radiant derrière. He grinned wickedly, then stated, "I enjoy disciplining a boy's ass before I pound it. I want him to know who's in control."
"I'm yours, Master." I uttered, facing him in the mirror.
He approached me, slowly slid his fingers across my ribcage. "You are." He affirmed, then smacked my ass barehanded. "Now, show off that ass a little more for me, slut. Display that body." He turned on some music and I started moving like a stripper, swinging my ass. "Yes, show it off, boy!" He encouraged. I adore performing for men, and my excitement was intensifying.
I shook my ass, then faced him again. He was now completely undressed and wore only form-fitting, white Calvin Klein boxers. I could see the distinct shape of his stiff cock. It had to be nine or nine and a half inches in length, remarkably thick, with a glorious domed crown and thick veins. I licked my lips and smiled at him. He clutched his dick, smiled back, and said, "Come here, slut."
"Yes, Master!" I murmured lovingly, stepping towards him. He snatched me, hugged me close and forced another hungry kiss. He pressed his lips onto my neck.
I caressed his dick, moaned "Oh yeah, Master. Take me!" He nibbled on my neck some more, and then laid his lips on my nipples. "Oh God, yes!" I groaned, clutching his cock.
"You like these nipples sucked, slut?" He enquired, then gnawed on my nipple ring.
"Yes!"
He pushed me on my knees beneath him. "Get down on your knees." He said and tugged my head.
I promptly followed his instructions, and he stood upright, yanked the back of my skull, and drives his cock towards my face.
It was a whopper, and I struggled to manage it. I choked at the start but he didn't let up. He crammed it down my throat. Finally, I was able to gulp it down. He mounted me, spat on my face, and slapped me with his dick once more. "Thanks." I uttered politely, wearing a smirk as my face was coated in his spit.
He peered down at me, chuckling, and said, "You're a dirty slut, aren't you?"
"Oh yes, I am!" I beamed with pride.
He slapped my face with his hand, and declared, "I love a gritty backdoor slut." Then he seized the back of my head and stuffed his hard cock in my mouth.
It was tough to take, and I coughed a bit. However, he continued dominating me. Spit on my face once more and pulled out his dick. I gazed in amazement as it emerged. It was massive. Easily nine inches, perhaps ten, incredibly girthy, with a lovely glans and discernible veins.
"Nice, ain't it?" He enquired, and hit me across the face with hisMember.
"Indeed it is!" I acknowledged, gazing up at him. He laughed and said, "You're a filthy little slut, aren't you?"
"Oh yes, I am!" I rejoiced proudly.
He clapped me in the face with his hand, and said, "I like wild, reconditioned sluts." Then he seized my head again, forced his dick back into my mouth.
He bullied my face, spat on me again, and permitted me to immerse my tongue in his pleasure organ. [
I peered up at him, as my lips moved delicately over his huge member. "Oh yes, just like that," he murmured, gazing down at me. He removed his boxers altogether, exposing his large, pendulous balls, and I lovingly caressed them as I slurped on his impressive manhood. He grasped my head, fucking my throat slightly, then pulled out of my mouth and reached for his drink.
He made his way to the couch and sat, and I climbed over, positioning myself between his legs, devouring his hard cock once more. I sucked him a little more, and exclaimed, "Wow, you're so huge!"
He grinned, sipped his drink, and instructed, "Suck my balls."
"Yes, daddy!" I replied, running my tongue over his massive orbs.
He seized my hair, forced my face into his crotch. "Good girl," he groaned. He cradled my head beneath his legs, and I continued to lick and suck his balls, before taking him back into my mouth. He pushed my head down on him, and announced, "Wow, you're quite the talented cocksucker, aren't you?"
I inserted him as deep into my throat as I could, and ascended to take a breath. I licked the head of his erection, and self-assuredly proclaimed, "Indeed, sir!"
He chortled, backhanded my face, then dragged me up to him. I perched atop him, and we shared a passionate embrace. We continued smooching, and he gave me a spank on the backside, pointing me towards the bedroom, where he nudged me onto the bed. I assumed the position, splaying my legs, upraising my derriere and extending an invitation for his penetration.
"Yeah, that's a good one," he complimented. "Hand over that bottom to Daddy." He spread my cheeks, revealing my pretty, pink pucker. "What a gorgeous little cunt." He spit on it, then dug his finger in, massaging my hole. I moaned, urging him on.
"Do you like your bottom played with, boy?"
"Oh yes!" I gasped.
"Almost ready to give it up, girl?"
"Oh yes, screw me, daddy." He chuckled again, gave me another smack on the bum, taking me by the hips, and guiding me back into the bedroom. He pushed me down onto the bed, and I leaned into it, lifting my pelvis towards him, offering my cherished fuck hole.
"There you go, honey, give daddy that snatch." He slathered me with slick, and kissed my rear. "All lubed up and ready for that cock," he praised, before driving it deep into me. A flood of stars burst before my eyes as I felt his enormous cock piercing me. He paused for a moment, then advanced further, stretching me. "Holy shit! That's a big one!"
"I love it," he confirmed. "Your hole is so tight."
"I need it. fuck me, Rick."
He chuckled once more, spanked me again, then slid himself inside of me. The sensation was so intense, I burst out "Holy shit! That's a giant one!" as soon as his wandering digits collided within me. He was definitely endowed. Grasping my waist, he commenced to make rhythmic thrusts, screwing me thoroughly. "Fuck yes, Rick!" I tumbled and cried out.
"You have an amazing little hole, baby."
"Fuck, I love that ache your dick gives me," I panted. I curled my arms around my knees and held a pillow to my face as he furiously fucked me. He shifted his tempo, quick and deep thrusts, hammering me with thrusting precision. I loved the feeling of being blazed and sodomized. "Damn, are you a fucking monster?" I complained in a distorted voice.
Raising his pace, he nearly divided my ass with every thrust. Each time he pushed into me, it hurt, but I found comfort in the exquisite pressure coming from his excellent size.
"There you are. Go ahead and do that slut just like she wants you to. Yep. Take that huge cock man." He snarled aggressively. He pulled it out completely, then thrust it back in. Then he started fucking me furiously.
"Fuck yes, Rick! Fuck me!" I yelled out in pleasure. He slapped my butt, then grabbed me tightly, and pushed it deep inside me. He went faster and faster. I clutched the pillow tightly and screamed out in passion. He spanked me a few more times, all while he repeatedly thrust his meat into my body.
After what felt like several intense minutes, he pulled out abruptly, climbed onto the bed, and said, "Now suck it." Demandingly, he lay back and watched as I slurped on his soaked cock. Then he pushed me down onto the bed, climbed on top of me, and slid his dick back into my wet hole.
His warm breath was in my ear as his massive body held me down. "You naughty little slut, take that dick. Damn, babe." He grunted. He moved slowly and deeply, then pulled out yet again, forced me onto my back, and stuffed his slick dick down my throat. I gagged, and he slapped me across the face. He eventually pulled out and sat back up. He spread my legs wide open, mounted me missionary style, and slowly began thrusting inside me.
"Holy cow, you feel so fantastic, Daddy!" I hissed. "Fuck!"
"Yeah, Daddy's got a great dick, doesn't he, baby?"
"You fuck me so damn good!" I moaned, digging my nails into his strong arms.
"Yeah, you naughty girl. Take it like the slut you are!" He snarled, letting go of my throat and slapping me hard across the face. He tightened his grip on my throat and rammed himself into me forcefully. "You're gonna make me cum!"
" cum in me Daddy!" I screamed out in pleasure.
His head jerked back, and he grunted profoundly, then emptied his seed into me. He pulled out and stood up. "Damn, son!" He commented with a smile, looking down at me. "You've got some hot pussy."
"Thank you!" I replied with a small smile, still feeling amazing after what had happened.
He smiled back and grabbed my dick. He jerked it roughly, getting it hard again. I was a bit confused, as under normal circumstances, alpha males would make me take care of myself or not allow me to cum at all. He continued grinning as he teased me even more. I could feel the orgasm approaching. "You're gonna make me cum, Daddy!" I cried. He increased his speed slightly, and I squirmed around and eventually exploded, yelling out, "thank you, Daddy." I whispered breathlessly.
Read also:
- Kristin, Tasha, and I: Chapter 2
- Chapter 5: The Corruption of Innocence: Part 8
- Katie's New Beginnings: Chapter 11
- Recruiter for Skill: Chapter 7
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