.... I'd met my date by placing an open invitation on a private internet forum, hoping to find someone that would be able to meet during the day and e...ther host the meeting or split a hotel. After exchanging some quick pictures and emails I could tell he liked what he saw and so did i, his experience would compliment the lack of it on my part ! Answering the door, I'm visibly nervous. My date is in immediate control and this helps, as I like being submissive. We embrace and i can tell he is. She chose a local hotel and told me she’d email me the room number once she was settled in the room on the date. She’d wait in bed naked with nothing but a blindfold and silk stockings that the other guy would use to tie her wrists and ankles to the bed posts. Damn her attention to detail got me off. The day finally arrived as well as the room number. I didn’t masturbate for 5 days in anticipation of our meeting. I wanted to make sure I had plenty of juice (both literally and metaphorically) to. I dipped one finger into my pussy, extracting some of the dangerous seed, and put it into my mouth. Mmm! Salty, kind of acrid, but tasty! As I brought my finger back down to extract more, it bumped my other hand, which was now playing with my clit. When had I started doing that?I pushed my finger back inside, continuing to masturbate as I did so. I didn’t take my finger back out right away -- I thrust it in and out a couple times first -- before I extracted another dollop to suck on. Then I put. That's... that's... Yes!”Her juices gushed out onto me. She bucked, her rump clenching beneath my kneading fingers. I lapped up the hot cream flooding out of her. That sweet passion melted on my tongue. I savored it, my dick throbbing.“Ooh, did you just cum?” Linda asked after popping her lips off the married woman's nipple.“Yes!” gasped Lauren. “Oh, my god, Mr. Mayor! Oh, yes, yes!”“Mmm, and that means you're ready to be fucked.” My wife glanced at me. “To be bred by my husband.”“I am!” Lauren.