How I Became a Member! 2 (Continuing My Journey)
After the last meeting with Sergey, I spent a whole week thinking about whether to visit him or not and decided that I really wanted a repeat. On Saturday evening, with a bag containing my feminine outfit, I stood at his door and knocked. He opened quickly and, with clearly unconcealed joy, said hello, come in. After I took off my shoes and outerwear in the hallway, he suggested I go to the bathroom to change. I came out of the bathroom in my feminine guise. Sergey extended his hand to me and said, "Vikusya, sweetie, let's go to the living room." From him addressing me in the feminine gender, I got aroused. In the living room, a table with tea was already set, and on the TV,
porn was playing. He offered me some tea but then suddenly pressed against me and, squeezing my thigh with his hand, said, "Maybe you want to please me first?" In my head, there was no other answer but yes, I want to please you first, because after all, I didn't come here to drink tea. But I remained silent, simply got down on my knees, pulled down his shorts along with his underwear, and began to kiss and lick his half-erect, twitching upward cock. Inside me, emotions were boiling from excitement and the understanding that I had become a real cocksucker, that this hot, slightly scented and flavored male cock on my lips aroused me. Sergey interrupted my foreplay, directing his cockhead into my mouth. Enveloping his cock with my lips, I began to suck while stroking his balls with my hand.He moaned and groaned, stroking the back of my head, sometimes saying, "Yes, bitch, suck, don't stop," or "Come on, slut, suck it all," while trying to push it deeper. After about ten minutes, he started, like last time, to forcefully fuck my mouth until he came with a generous load of cum. I went to the bathroom, washed my face, rinsed my mouth, and returned to the living room. Where Sergey was sitting completely naked on the sofa. He patted the sofa next to him and said, "Come here, sweetie." Sitting down next to him, I took a mug of tea and started drinking it along with the cake he had put on a saucer for me. And he, stroking my leg, asked, "Vika, do you like everything? Am I offending you in any way during sex?" Without thinking, I answered him that everything was wonderful and I really liked it. Then, unexpectedly for me, he asked, "Then maybe sometime you'll let me fuck you in the ass?" Stunned by this turn of events, I fell silent in thought, and he, not letting me think for long, asked, "Well, so will you? Maybe not today at all, but in the future, can I count on it?" And I answered, "We'll see, probably yes." He exclaimed, "Good girl!" Unconcealed joy was on his face, and his cock began to pulsate and rise again.
He took my hand and placed it on his rising cock, saying, "Well, Vikusya, suck me off one more time." I got down on my knees and started sucking his beautiful cock again, sometimes taking it out of my mouth to lick his balls. And suddenly I felt his hand land on my butt, and he was exploring there proprietorially, trying to get under my panties. At some point, he succeeded, and now his fingers were moving between my cheeks, touching my anal hole and lightly pressing on it. And I don't know why, but I started wiggling my butt, and for him, this was like a signal. He brought his index finger to my face and told me to slobber on it. I said, "Maybe not," but he somewhat roughly, in a commanding tone, said, "Slobber, I'm just going to work your asshole with my finger."
Fulfilling his request by slobbering on the finger, I again started sucking him off, and he got to work on my anal hole. To my surprise, his finger, well-coated with my saliva, penetrated me quite painlessly, and he started fucking me with it. I really liked it; I didn't even notice how I started riding it myself.
During the time I was sucking him off, he made me slobber on his finger three times, and each time he returned it to my ass. At the moment when he started to cum, I myself didn't notice how I jerked back, impaling my ass on two fingers at once, and to my surprise, I didn't even experience any unpleasant sensations. On the contrary, I liked the tension of the muscles inside my ass when they enveloped his two fingers. Sergey, apparently sensing my state, didn't take his fingers out of me but, on the contrary, continued slowly fucking my ass with them. At the same time, he whispered in my ear, "Does the bitch like it when you get fucked in the ass? I can't hear an answer." And in response, I purred, "YES, very much." For about ten minutes, he continued working my ass with two fingers, then pulled them out and gave my thigh a juicy slap—I even squealed—and said, "You're a real slut, Vika, I wasn't wrong about you." When we were saying goodbye in the hallway, he pressed me against the wall and said, "I'm expecting you on Wednesday, also in the evening, really hoping that you'll ask me to fuck you in the ass!)))"
At home at night, lying in bed, I remembered everything that happened at Sergey's place, while with one hand stroking and lightly pressing on my anal hole, and with the other, jerking off my rock-hard cock.