He had some booze, so he poured us both a drink to loosen us up. Then, after talking for a little bit, he asked me if it would be okay if he took down...his pants and showed me his cock. I told him that I’d like that, so he did. It was about six inches and thick. I reached out to touch it. It was so strange, but such a turn on. I had never felt another man’s cock in my hand before, but I liked the way it felt. I liked hearing him moan as I stroked it, and got it harder. We moved over to the bed,. She looked stunning, showing enough to be sexy without being too obvious, though i could see her pants through the material! We ate dinner, drank the wine and had a genuinely good laugh, with the usual hint of gentle flirting untill at about 11 Sarah said she should call a taxi as she'd drunk a little too much of the wine to be able to drive home! I told her that there was no need and she could stay over and sleep in my bed while i slept on the sofa. Sarah asked if she could borrow a t-shirt. I tried in vain to make your entry to my arse as easy as possible, but there was an animalistic passion when your cock head finally broke through my anal ring, I felt I really belonged to you at that split second and knew that no matter what happened in my life, I would be forever grateful to you my benevolent Master for allowing me the freedom to release my sluttish behaviour.I am dragged back to reality from my dream state by your words whispered in my ear, fuck my cock up your arse, slut but. I had always loved it when men made decisions like that so I agreed to meet him.Our first date was a success, probably my longest first date I ever had, without feeling long. I was conflicted, I had told myself not to go home with someone on a first or second date, but here I was waiting on him to appear and technically it was still our second date.Sitting in silence, staring at my bra laying lifelessly on his wooden floor that he had ably taken off without taking off my shirt. Even though I.