“Suck it slut.” He growled. I began to slide my tongue from the head of his cock, down the shaft towards his balls. Slowly getting his cock nice a...d wet. I went slowly, trying to tease him slightly, as pay back for being so rough with me. I looked into his eyes as I ran my tongue round his cock. “I told you to suck it didn’t I? I didn’t tell you to lick it did I, you stupid bitch?” I was shocked. “Open your mouth. Do it.” He demanded. I obliged. Feeling slightly humiliated. He then grabbed. Flashbacks to high school gym class showers often hit me at moments like this. It’s where I got the nickname ‘Needle Dick’. But Lynda never seemed to mind and always took good care of it. “So climb on, Honey, and tell me about this fantastic, free trip.”She straddled me, cowgirl, and slid all the way down to my balls on the initial penetration. “Oh fuck, you’re so hot and juicy; and tight too!” I exclaimed as she began her familiar back and forty gyrations, knowing she’d be milking me long. ” my shadow growls, “Put your head in the bed clothes. I’m going to fuck you so hard and make you cum so much, you’re going to scream the place down, but I don’t want anyone charging in and stopping what I’m going to do to you after that.”I obey your command and start sobbing hysterically with delight, I am about to ask you to at least shut the door but half of me hopes that someone will walk by, I bury my head in the pillow and start to sweat even more.I can feel you slowly closing the gap. I smelled like a cum dump.I started masturbating at sixteen and was addicted to jacking off. My mother had caught me many times always with the same admonishment, “If you don’t stop that you will go blind.”Hell, if that were true, most of the world would be blind.I masturbate every day and everywhere. In public restrooms, at work or wherever I find when the urge hits me. I rarely need stimulation, but Penthouse Letters were always a good source.I’m a middle-aged man and started traveling.