To have a man fill my ass with his seed. The chance had just never presented itself. Until I met Miguel. Miguel made no mistake about it, he called hi...self a “top” and made sure I knew it. He made no issue in telling me he liked to fuck, not be fucked. I considered myself a strong, masculine type of guy, not really a “bottom.” But, I was drawn to him, I wanted to know him in every way. The first time we met, he confidently reached out and rubbed my swelling cock through my pants. I had not had. Our coffee sessions continued, alternating between my place and hers. We would try to outdo each other with the pastries, and we had a lot of fun, but there was this tension growing, like a smoldering fire that threatened to rage out of control. On more than one occasion, Jayne's robe billowed open as she poured the coffee, giving me an almost unobstructed view of her tits. She always let my gaze linger before she made a big deal of closing the robe, but she knew what she was doing. She also. Bobdid the same. She was dripping wet. Bob then reachedinto his pocket and withdrew the vibrator he had justpurchased. With all the noise around us, the sound ofthe vibrator when he turned it on was not noticed. Heeased it up and inserted it into her pussy and closedher legs around it.She came instantly. He kept it in there and soon shewas having a second one. He removed it and asked herhow she liked it. She said it was fantastic so Bob gaveit to her for future use. Jan was on her third. She was still under the influence of the drug and not entirely sure what was happening to her. I was so startled that for a moment I stopped fucking her and just stared at her. But there was no time to lose. In another few seconds she could start screaming. I had to act.I grabbed her wet, slippery hair in my left hand and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. With my right hand I picked up the knife and held it under her chin.?No!? she yelled loudly, coming to her senses too late.The knife.