Online dating

Part I

I had experience meeting with MF couples, but I had never tried being a slave, although it had always been my dream. And so the time came, and I decided to find a dominant couple or woman. This took more time than I thought. As it turned out, it's a very difficult and thankless task. On BDSM sites, there are many dominants, but after brief conversations, it became clear that 90% of them provide services on a financial basis. Although I'm far from the topic, I can't imagine how one can be considered a top while depending on the money of a bottom. That kind of top controlled by the bottom is not for me. After a long search, I found an MF couple. They were already mature, experienced, established

people in the scene. The woman was a bottom for her husband, but when meeting others, she was invariably a top. We discussed taboos and arranged a meeting. First, I was to meet the man for a preliminary conversation and a "suitability test for bottoms," as they put it. I was immediately warned that the man was bisexual. This scared me off, as I had never had sex with men before, and they didn't particularly attract me. Honestly, I had fantasized a bit about sex with men, always with mature, large ones, and only in a passive role, but I never wanted to meet them one-on-one, only with a woman present (that really turns me on). And so the moment came to taste several forbidden fruits at once.

I was waiting for him near the subway station. It was getting dark, and he was running late. I started to worry and think it was a prank, but then a rough male voice called out to me. I turned around, and an imposing man appeared before my eyes. He looked a bit over 40. He was tall, large, with a slightly protruding belly. I approached him and said hello. The man responded and told me to follow him to the car, as it was cold outside. We got in, the man asked a few questions on the topic, asked what I was ready for. I explained what I could do and started to tell him what I wanted to do when the man abruptly interrupted me and said that I shouldn't worry about what I want, and my task was to do what I was told, and do it well and diligently. I apologized for my eagerness. He smiled condescendingly and said that from now on, I should call him Master Vladimir, and his wife Mistress Maria. He asked if I knew how to suck, and upon hearing a negative answer, he joined two fingers and shoved them into my mouth, telling me to suck them like a cock. This embarrassed me, and it was a bit unpleasant to immediately carry out such unreasonable commands. Immediately followed a light slap with the words: "Come on, quickly."

I felt very low, but for some reason, it excited me a lot. And to avoid getting hit in the face again, I began diligently licking his fingers. He pulled his hand away, unzipped his pants, took out his soft cock, and ordered me to suck it. It was a bit disgusting to take that soft thing into my mouth, but I wanted to please him, and I took it completely into my mouth and began clumsily sucking. His cock immediately began noticeably growing in my mouth and taking on new dimensions. It became so large that it no longer fit in my mouth. I wanted to pull my head back a little, but the owner of this giant firmly held my head near his crotch and wouldn't let me pull away. Only when the cock finally hit my throat and I began to choke did he allow me to pull my head back a little and take a deep breath. His beautiful cock grew even larger. He began to push my head onto his large cock until he came in my mouth. There was so much semen that it didn't all fit in my mouth and started to flow onto his stomach and balls. He ordered me to swallow it and thoroughly lick his shaft and balls. When not a drop of semen remained on him, he condescendingly patted my cheek, gave me a napkin with the address and time for the meeting, and told me to go...

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