Mark your bitch.”Max howled and grabbed my hips pulling me deep onto him and filling me up. He really hadn’t gotten off in a long time. I could fe...l him pumping his thick load into my empty hole. God that felt good. It made my own cock drip, but again I didn’t have time for that.I slowly pulled off his still hard cock. It was still throbbing with need and oozing cum. I leaned over and cleaned it off, kissing Max to share some of his load with him. He grabbed my head kissing me deeper and. My hands glide down across the silky nylon slip. I could feel the warmth of the body within and as my fingers passed over the bodice the lace produced a contrasting feel from the slick nylon. I could tell with just the feel of it that this was a high quality slip. It sent my mind back many years when my mother would move between the bathroom and her bedroom wearing a slip and stockings.I would peek around the corner to see what color slip she had chosen for the day, would it be pink, baby blue,. Her breathing was getting raged and she was making very sexy grunts as she slid into me over and over. I was ready and I let myself go. I started yelling "Fuck me, fuck me." and she pounded harder as she started to cum she just let out a scream, then "Bitch, Bitch, Bitch" over and over. It took minutes for the stars to quit spinning. We rested with her lying on me and the cock still buried deep inside. I started to pet her hair. I was getting uncomfortable and she took the hint and slid down a. Afterthe usual few beers we were laughing and having fun, just talkingnonsense really.A man with a medium build who I had never seen before came up to me andto my surprise asked if I wanted him to tie me up. Not a questionanyone had asked before, and I was taken aback.I was taken aback because I was in a pub with work colleagues and thatparticular question was, let's say, a very unusual one in the context ofeveryday life. The question was perhaps not as far wide of the mark asone might have.