I hesitated and was rewarded with a stroke from her whip across my ass. Tearfully, I reached up and unfastened his jeans, pulling them down to his ank...es. An even stronger lash from her whip made me jump, and I reluctantly pulled his shorts down also, revealing an impossibly large cock before my eyes. Never before had I even looked at another man's cock, and hear I was with one only inches from my face. It must have been eight inches long, hanging there flaccid. Lifting it with my right hand, I. I had looked at her profile photos and know she at least owned some satin clothes, even though she wasn't wearing any right now. I scanned the screen round her sleek frame, trying catch a glimpse of that purple satin blouse from shot 4, or yellow satin slip from row 8... I saw none. By this time all the "gentlemen" shouting "PUSSY" or "SHOW UR ASS" in chat had wandered out, do to her ignoring them, leaving it just me and her. After what seemed forever, mostly do to me being stoned, she typed. Searching out their masculine scent when i was out in public. I missed his cock in my mouth, I missed servicing and pleasuring him, maybe most of all though, I missed the taste, texture and smell of his semen, his cum. But not just his, I realized. I soon found a “Gay” club in the town over from mine. I nervously stepped in, fueled by my now almost overwhelming lust for a man’s dick. It looked and seemed like a regular club or bar, except there where no women, only wonderful men of all ages,. I could feel the walls of her vagina clamping down on my tool, then releasing.I held on to her hips as she settled down on to my tool until our pubic bones had met. Rachel clasped her hands together, interlacing her fingers, and bringing them up to her closed mouth.“Oh my God!” she extorted.“Work it,” I instructed, gently pushing on one side of her hip as I pulled on the other side.Rachel gently rocked forward, and then leaned backwards, my eight-inch steel rod buried deep inside of her. Her.