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I am gay and I work 'retail'. A stereotype, I know, but the job pays well and I am very good at it. I work at one of the larger exclusive department stores. Our goods are expensive, but worth it.
I am in my twenties and considered 'cute' by almost anyone meeting me. Sometimes I do need to 'butch it up' though.
I work in the men's department helping the masses improve their appearance. I was currently working near men's dress clothing when he walked in. He exuded power as he walked towards me. He was a handsome man, slightly older than me. He was very, very the big bang theory well dressed, his accessories expensive.
He walked up and asked me to help him with several items. I made suggestions about various items of wear. He often took my suggestion, but I could see that he had the ultimate say in what he wore. I had never met anyone that displayed such self-assurance and power. He shopped for over an hour, the goods accumulating.
As I rang bang bros collection up his purchases he asked, "I assume you're gay?"
"Yes," a slyly replied.
"Involved with anyone?" he continued.
"Why no, on my own," I flirted.
"Would you like an evening with me," he went on.
"Yes, I would."
"Give me your email address. I'll give you directions to my home and well, some 'instructions'," he finished.
I gave him the email address and watched as he left the store. The man was entirely intoxicating. He had such a 'presence' about him.
I waited for his email; I waited for two agonizing days when it finally arrived. The email was from 'BossMan2000' of all things. Didn't these 'straight' guys have any imagination?
When I opened the text of the email my heart jumped. He had included a date and time to meet finger bang him along with directions and an address. It was the rest of the email that had me stunned; it contained the 'instructions' that he had mentioned. I repeat them here:
1.You are to enter my loft using the numeric keypad located near the front door. The code to enter is 6542. Simply press the keys and the door will unlock.
2.Once inside I will probably be seated in the area below. Important: You are not to acknowledge my presence.
3.To your immediate right you will see a padded table covered with a towel. You are to strip and get on the table, hands and knees.
4.You asian gangbang will find a tube of lubricant. Apply some to your anus if you think you may need it.
He continued in the email, "I am a married gangbang lessons man. This loft is where I entertain my fantasies. I am successful with a wife and two children. I do not wish this arrangement to become public. I cannot stress the importance of this last item. If you please me, I will make it well worth your while. Sincerely, Robert"
I was simply stunned at the audacity of the man and besides, how could he possibly know that this excited me more than anything in my life.
For three days I thought on whether to accept his 'challenge'. Would I do it? Would I accept this arrogant man's instructions? Probably.
The 'big day' finally arrived and I had not yet made a decision. I sat black gangbang alone in my home, my mind racing. I began to realize that my excitement grew each time I reread his instructions. I thought, 'I am going to do this'.
I drove to his loft, my head dizzy with thoughts of what was to come. His outdoor group sex fuck loft was in a very exclusive neighborhood. I'm sure the value must have been in the high six figures, maybe seven. His instructions had even indicated where I was to park. It was a reserved spot.
On shaky legs I went down the hall and found his loft. There was the keypad. I entered the code, incorrectly the first bang bus galleries time. I tried again and could hear the lock click open. With a very shaky hand I opened the door. Just as described there was the padded table to my right. It was very quiet. I could see from the corners of bang bros collection my eyes that he was in the lower area reading something, probably some financial news.
I stripped and folded my clothes, hanging them on a nearby chair. I got into place and found the lube. I unscrewed the cap and applied some to my fingers. I rubbed the lube deep hardcore gangbang into my asshole. I had no idea how this was going to end up and I wanted to be ready.
I got to my hands and knees, my head resting on my hands, and waited. This was just too weird. I could hear him approach and stand behind me. I heard the sound of a zipper and the sound of foil tearing. I hoped that was the sound of a finger bang condom package being opened.
He placed one hand on my ass when I felt him enter me. Neither of us said a word. The room was filled with silence. It was odd, but strangely exciting. He slowly fucked me, grabbing my hair for support. I finally heard him grunt gangbang slut wife stories and slam deeper into me. I was excited too, the sensation of being fucked like that bringing me near.
I finally wife amateur gangbang amateur gangbang heard him say, "You did very well, following my instructions perfectly. Ready to continue?"
"Yes, I think so. I've never done anything like this before. It scares me a little, but I want more."
"Good, come with me," he continued.
He led me through the asian gangbang well-furnished loft to the lower area. Suspended from the ceiling was a anal gangbang sling! It was held in place by four strong looking chains. The sling was black leather and looked used but clean.
He said, "Ever try one before?"
I answered, "No, but I've seen them in porno and know how they work."
He helped me get into the sling. My legs were spread open. He dropped his clothes, slipped on a condom and approached me. He eased his way into my ass and began to pump me slowly. His motions began to increase, his pumping bang wife deeper and harder. He finally came, pushing deep into me.
I got off of the sling, my asshole sore; his cock was larger than what I was used to. He said, "Come here so we can talk."
He pointed to the ground beneath his feet and began, "I am a married man, but I have a separate life in this loft. You look like you could be a bang bus gallery. perfect slave. Here is my offer: Move into this loft, rent and food for free, I will even leave you spending money. You would not be allowed to see anyone else or even entertain. I would expect you to be here, ready for my use on specific days. I would also expect you to get fully tested for all STDs; I do not like condoms though they are sometimes necessary. I finally would expect you to serve my 'needs', all of them, even those that are non-sexual, whenever I desire. You will be given a cell phone that I expect you to answer immediately when called. Do you require time to think this over?"
My mind was in turmoil. I horse bang had just met this bus bang man. The thought of living in this luxurious loft was intriguing. The lease on my apartment was almost up too. My apartment didn't even come close to this place. His words were the driving force in my decision though. The thought of being a live-in slave was just too intriguing. I said, "Yes, I'll do it."
"Good." He got up and retrieved a piece of paper, handing it to me. "Here is the name and location of the clinic I wish you to be tested at. I have also been recently tested and will show you proof if you wish. I expect results no later than Thursday."
Whatever I had gotten myself into was very odd. The situation filled many of my fantasies and would even allow me to save a little money and live in an amazing place.
He went on, "I'd like a massage now, if you are unable to do that correctly, I can arrange some classes."
Thus began my new and very strange life. The months to follow would prove that I had made the right decision. |
