I needed a man in more ways than just one. My isolation had me talking to my cat like I was going to get an intelligent answer. Crazy images of becomi...g some weird old cat woman started to terrify me. Without any real thought I soon found myself signed up on a dating site. Essentially I found many men to be pushy or simply not my type of guy. I didn't believe for a second that over half the guys on this site were into mountain climbing and scuba diving. It was not until I got to start chatting. .. my friend walked in on me, i turned round and saw him at the door and shut my computer to try and save a bit of dignity...yea right. His face was stern and told me to stay where i was...like i could move anyway i was in utter shock. I had just gathered my bearings and he had returned with a slight grin on his face, and a rather large lump in his jeans and a roll of duct tape in his hand, he ordered me to lay flat on my front on the bed and put my hands behind my back, completely bemused i. I then clenched his cheeks, as he moved his hips forwards and back, making his cock move slowly in and out of my mouth. His cock went farther inside my mouth, eventually to the back of my throat. “That’s it my cock sucking whore, you’re a pro,” He began saying. He never shut up and I was lost in the moment and started to forget about the outside world.There I was sucking the cock of a bully I hated all my College life. His cock was that far deep down my throat, that his balls slapping my. Young? Old? Was he 'good looking?' Was he not-so good looking? Did any of that even really matter?! He decided that what did matter, was the WAY he sucked cock; and the ENTHSIASM with which he did so! Everything else was pretty much irrelevant!Of course, when the time to ejaculate arrived, he was focused entirely on that, and ONLY that! Nothing else mattered. Not the fact that he was a pastor, nor that he was married to a woman with MS, nor that he was being unfaithful to her no matter how he.