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I finished my set, set the dumbbells down, and looked in the mirror. I was proud of my progress developing my shoulder. My body is somewhere between toned and muscular – whereas at this point last year, it was closer to average. My shoulders now match my chest, which like most men, I wanted to grow larger. At 26, I still look like a college boy.
My personality is not that of a gym bro. But given that I seem fairly masculine and purposefully have resting bitch face when I’m working out, I could see people assuming otherwise. I just don’t want to talk to people. Even my own boyfriend assumed I was too boring for him, at first, based on my looks.
However, I don’t work out my chest so that I can be more masculine than guys around me. Really I prefer the opposite. I want my chest to be as enticing as possible to men who could dominate me. My nipples in particular are the most sensitive part of my body. And with a larger chest, guys are more likely to reach out and play with them. I even think they look really good behind a lace bra. They are so sensitive that a slight touch is enough to make me cry out. Even through lingerie.
Suddenly I got distracted by two idiots next to me who fit the gym bro moniker to a tee. They were having a conversation straight out of a poorly written sitcom.
The two gym bros were talking about some girl they “couldn’t hit” because her body count was too high. And they were completely agreeing that not having sex with an experienced woman was a good life decision.
Misogyny aside, do you not want good sex?
I’m not jealous or anything. I would never want to be their woman. I’d let them fuck me if my boyfriend told me to but that goes for almost all men. So I am willing to perform with a lot of twinks and “straight” men to whom I am not attracted, just to make my boyfriend hard.
The gym bros’ conversation didn’t really bother me. They just reminded me of the opposite end of the spectrum, those with a body count of zero. As a bottom, there’s no way I would want a virgin top, but I suppose it’s different when you’re doing the fucking. Virgins are on my mind, more than ever, because of what I had planned for my boyfriend later that evening.
I looked down at my smooth legs and tried to tune out their conversation. My body was naturally pretty smooth, and since I did laser-hair-removal, the only body hair I have is around my dick. Even that will be shaved once I get home, so that I can look my best in tonight’s outfit. I may not get my boyfriend’s first load but I want one later in the night.
I finished my workout, checked my phone, and saw a message from Jeremy letting me know how horny he was for tonight.
“Don’t stroke too much, try and save some for me, Daddy.” I say, hoping he would be up for at least two rounds – one for me and one for the virgin boy I invited over.
He quickly responded, “you know by now you don’t get to make decisions when it comes to cocks.”
Fuck that is so hot.
Not only did his message turn me on, he is absolutely correct. Sexually, I am very much a girl in our relationship. And I love that. My four-and-a-half inch penis is a problem for a lot of guys. Especially since I have trouble getting hard enough to fuck. And then, it’s even more awkward if someone tries pretending it’s big.
I’d rather confidently have a small dick. And with my sexual preferences, it feels more like a clit anyway. My boyfriend likes me to say that I get wet when I’m turned on, and he’s right. I’d rather get fucked than to try and use my small dick.
An excellent top like my boyfriend can fuck the load out of me, without touching my cock. He’s older and very experienced. And has a perfect dad bod with an excellent dusting of chest hair. Even though he’s not quite graying, he constantly makes me horny. And he makes my constant arousal worth it. Cumming from getting fucked by him feels infinitely better and more satisfying for me than rubbing my pathetic clit ever could.
I haven’t jerked off my cock in a couple of weeks, but two nights ago my boyfriend made me cum so hard that my thong was completely soaked. He was extra turned on since I had just told him I found a boy for him to deflower, and it was one of the best fucks I’ve ever had.
If I do jerk off, it’s a lose-lose. I have less powerful orgasms and I’m less motivated as a bottom. I might not have cum the yahşihan escort other night if I had jerked off recently.
Jeremy loves that I ask him permission to touch myself. He loves when I show complete submission. Then he usually says no and fucks me. I’d rather my partner focus on the rest of my body, especially my insanely-sensitive nipples.
“Yes Daddy Ah right, I am wearing a french maid’s uniform.
Although I am masculine, I usually wear some type of lingerie during sex. Dressing like a servant felt very fitting for the situation. My boyfriend loves when I’m dressed up, and especially loves when I keep my dick put away during sex. I need to please him. But I also want to be a woman during sex – his woman.
I don’t mean in a submissive way. Usually feigning submission gets me pounded the hardest. I want to take cock as hard and as well as possible. I get off on getting fucked. On the rare occasions I do touch my own penis, I am thinking about a real man inside me. And my penis doesn’t even get fully hard.
Even tied up, dressed up, and being choked from behind, I still rarely feel like I am being dominated. My boyfriend is one of the few people who occasionally makes me feel that way, but he has to be really on to make it happen. As a general rule, I don’t usually give a fuck. And I rarely do give fucks. I would rather just take them. But once I realized that making other men think I was completely submitting would get me used harder, I quickly learned how to fake it.
“Thanks sweetie, I’m glad you like it.” I say, struggling not to roll my eyes. I could not even pretend this boy could make me feel embarrassed. My boyfriend was going to have a field day with him.
Since I don’t play with it anyway, it feels good to have some type of lace panties on since it kind of rubs my dick. And fortunately with it being so small, I can wear women’s panties and they fit my dick just fine. I don’t have to get the special male ones. And they make me feel hot.
“I’m Rodrigo. I’m really sorry that I, uhh, gave you a fake name on Grindr. I was just nervous.” He blustered, as if at any point I believed his name was Dave.
Still, I comforted him and told him I was just glad he was here. LIke a good host. I took him straight to the bathroom, and had some instructions to give. I had to get this virgin ready to be fucked by a dick much larger than mine.
I took my time, making sure he was completely clean — knowing I might have to rim this boy.
I also made sure he understood the instructions to clean himself out — knowing the gay community would be wanting to use this boy.
“Alright Rodrigo, you just hop in the shower now and soap up well all over. Once you’re done, come out to the living room. You can just leave the towel in the bathroom.”
He giggled and began nervously following my instructions, completely unphased by taking orders from a french maid. I happily left the room to go find my boyfriend, who was probably jerking off in bed.
Sure enough he was completely naked, stroking his thick eight inch cock. The look he gave me when I came into the room made all my prior efforts worth it. He would have fucked me right there if I had let him.
I looked directly at his chest to maintain my neutrality. If I looked too low, I’d end up on my knees sucking that cock. And if I looked too high, I’d see his beautiful eyes and still end up on my knees sucking his cock.
“Hey hon, I’ll bring him in soon. He’s almost ready.” I told him to put underwear on and wait for the boy to continue stroking. I then continued, “He’s adorable. Yes eighteen, I checked his ID, and yes he will soon be ready for you.”
He got up before I could leave the room and kissed me right up against the door. I melted as usual, instinctively wrapping my arms and stocking-clad leg around him. Alright Ryan, in and out. You remember how to breathe. Don’t let him know how hot that kiss was. He gave me a cocky smile and I remembered that I was in the middle of something.
“Remember he wants a Daddy.” I told him, hoping I maintained my indifference towards the situation as I lowered my leg from his waist.
“Excellent.” He smirked, knowing my feelings of jealousy and embarrassment were as high as they could possibly get. “How gentle does he need? Think I can be verbal?”
I rolled my eyes yakacık escort and said, “He’s eighteen, you can do whatever you want.”
I went out to the living room to wait for the boy. Just then the boy walked out. He was clean and almost ready. His hands flew all over his body, somewhat trying to cover up. I smiled like the servant I was there to be, knowing I had one more job.
“Oh sorry, one more thing,” I said, walking to him and bringing him back into the bathroom. “You look great but my boyfriend likes a smooth ass. Guys really go both ways on that, so you did nothing wrong by leaving it hairy. It’ll be easier for me to remove it anyway.”
His complexion is perfect.
I bent him over the sink and he spread his cheeks, allowing me to spread a liberal amount of shaving cream all over him. I grabbed a razor and carefully shaved his ass, trying my best to do it in one pass as carefully as possible.
I then wetted a hand towel, removed the cream, and dried his skin. “It looks great. Come with me, Rodrigo.”
“Jeremy, this is Da—” Suddenly the boy cut me off.
“My name is Rodrigo, sorry Jerry I just was nervous to come over and I panicked and gave—“
I racked my brain to remember if this boy expressed an interest in getting spanked.
“It’s okay baby. You call me Daddy, nothing else. I’m not going to use your name, fake or otherwise.”
He walked up to this boy and grabbed both of his cheeks, pulling his face in close for a kiss. Teaching Rodrigo how to kiss was outside of my job duties. The boy’s tongue now actually looked like the golden retriever, stuck all the way out. His mouth was way too open. But as my boyfriend took the lead, the boy learned how to follow. He was so excited.
I really should’ve put a tail in his ass so he could wag it.
They made out for a few minutes, the boy melting in Jeremy’s arms. I just stood there. It was pretty hot how short this boy was. My boyfriend had at least six inches on him. He looked very nervous, and I did enjoy seeing him relax and how eager he was to take cock.
“Go lay on the bed, baby. Did my slave get you ready?” My boyfriend asked, finally pulling back from the boy’s lips.
“~laugh noise~ Yes she di–. Oh my, is she uh a..”
Is now a good time to tell him my pronouns?
“It. We are the only men here right now.” My boyfriend said as he took the boy’s hand and walked towards the bed. He brought the boy right next to the bed as the boy said,
“~laugh noise~ Yes, uh, it dadd-aaaah”
My boyfriend pushed him onto the bed, and the boy looked delighted. It was pretty hot. The size difference especially made the scene even better. You can’t push someone if you’re not going to really lean into it. And when you’re bigger than them, you have to be confident they won’t get hurt. My boyfriend was good at this. We couldn’t really do that because we are a similar size. I’ve pushed shorter tops onto the bed myself when I’ve needed to use them.
“Baby if you start to get scared just call my slave over. As a matter of fact, Slave, get over here right now.”
My boyfriend ordered, standing by the bed while Rodrigo leaned on his elbows.
I stop thinking once he starts talking, and all I say is “yes Sir,” standing next to my boyfriend. He smacked my ass and said “get on the bed. Get in position to be fucked.”
I looked at Rodrigo who was lying on his back, with his knees up and somewhat spread. I moved to get on my back like he was, getting ready to take it a step further and lift my legs.
“Turn around faggot. I only fuck you from behind. No, not you Rodrigo, you’re perfect like that.”
“Yes Sir.” I said, trying to keep my voice as even as possible.
Fuck, I’m completely his.
I got up on my knees, put my chest on the bed, and spread my arms. Nobody would be fucking me right now. But I had a prostate massager in my pussy. At least I could squeeze it while I watched my man deflower a boy. From this position, the massager hit all the right spots. I felt a drop of cum leaking from my clit, ready to shoot a full load for any man needing lube to fuck me with. If I was alone I would probably rub my nipples, or maybe my clit, but right now my body belongs to him.
Whether I am taking a cock inside my pussy, or I’m just decoration, I focus on positioning yakutiye escort myself to feel as good as possible. When a bottom jerks themselves off while they are getting fucked, it always seems like their ass tenses up and they don’t properly position themselves because they are focused on the wrong cock.
I was just a display item. As I looked over at my boyfriend and Rodrigo, and realized neither of them were even glancing at me. That made my clit even more wet. I squeezed the massager and snuck my hand over to make sure my necklace was still on.
My boyfriend had given it to me before we first played with another person. It had a minimal chain with a gold heart that was just heavy enough I could feel it any time. I liked knowing it was still around my neck.
“You’re so beautiful, baby. Spread your legs for Daddy.” My boyfriend said, stroking his perfect cock while Rodrigo began stroking his own. “Good Boy. Now put your fingers in your mouth for me.”
Ughhh do it slower and sexier for him.
Rodrigo rushed to follow Daddy’s orders, desperate to please. His hand shot up as he stuck three fingers deep in his mouth. His inexperience did me what I thought was a favor, as I felt Jeremy’s gaze drift to my ass.
“Ahhhhhh, Sir.”
I moaned like a whore as my boyfriend yanked the prostate massager out of my pussy.
Fuck yes please use a dildo on me, Jeremy.
I was so desperate for him to play with me.
Oh fuck yes.
My boyfriend climbed on the bed next to me. I closed my eyes, focusing on arching my back as hard as possible. I wanted to be a perfect display item. And as I felt his warmth near me, I internally panicked like I always did when he was near me. He’s the only person in the world who can make me truly nervous.
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up to look at Rodrigo. He then told Rodrigo, “take two of your fingers and suck them just like this, baby.”
The prostate massager was at my lips and I realized what he needed from me. I kissed the tip of the massager without hesitation, looking like a submissive faggot. I then slowly opened my mouth and took more and more of the toy in and out, until my boyfriend pushed it all the way in. He left it there and shifted left on the bed towards Rodrigo.
Rodrigo was doing much better now. He looked so sexy and so innocent, genuinely without any clue where his fingers would be going next.
Jeremy released my hair and I rested my head back on the bed, watching them. Daddy slid over towards Rodrigo, stroking his cock right in front of the boy as Rodrigo continued sucking his own fingers. His perfect cock, seven inches and cut, was now inches from Rodrigo’s face as he slowly stroked it.
“Now take those fingers and put them in your ass, boy.”
“Yess daddy.” Rodrigo lined his fingers up with his hole, slowly inserting them. My boyfriend took Rodrigo’s wrist and pushed them all the way in, hard, making Rodrigo slightly jump.
“Dadddyyy fuc—” Rodrigo moaned, but was immediately cut off by the cock at his lips.
He sucked it like he learned from my demonstration.
I wish I had this toy in my ass instead of my mouth.
As I remembered the pacifier I was sucking, I also knew I wouldn’t do anything about it. I don’t like touching myself in front of my boyfriend. I want to be an obedient good girl for him, so that he can turn me into a complete faggot for his personal use. I want him to touch me. If I put the toy back in my pussy then I’d just feel like a self indulgent slut. Especially next to a literal virgin.
Well he said he never sucked dick, but he’s good at it.
“That’s it boy. Take my cock in your mouth. Keep sticking those fingers up your ass baby. You know what’s coming next don’t you?”
“Yes daddy,” he said, pulling back off Daddy’s cock.
“NO baby.” My boyfriend said sternly, lightly choking the boy.
“You keep it in your mouth when you answer my questions”
“Yesh da–y” the boy moaned, learning to talk with dick in his mouth.
“Now I’m about to take you. Are you ready?”
“Fu— mee da–y.”
Daddy wasted no time, immediately getting between the boy’s legs. He draped Rodrigo’s legs over his shoulder, as he pressed his hole onto the boy’s entrance.
“It’s going to hurt, boy. Just breathe through it and look at me. You’re going to take it.” My boyfriend commanded, affectionate but stern.
I can’t remember the last time it hurt to take cock in my slutty pussy.
He took it slowly but deliberately, knowing, based on what I told my boyfriend about my conversations with Rodrigo, that the boy would have been okay with much rougher. And based on those conversations, the boy would soon be carrying out much more violent fantasies with other men.
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