Charles is 41 years old. He is an anti-social man with an asshole which can stretch for hours. He loves to be a cum slut and eats his own cum. I have ...rained Charles to be subservient to me, yet I was bored with him. I had sought out other venues and exquisite delights to fulfill my hidden desires. I have always been a woman of taste and strong men. I had recently terminated a relationship with my previous sadist. The whole love story and feelings were a bit systematic. He became soft. However,. But I didn't finish because I didn't want to hurt her. But I knew I could cum. It was many years after that, until I had sex again. And it just wasn't like it was when I first had sex, when I had sex with someone I cared about. Though I thought I could really care about this person. The sad thing is that this outlook on love and sex is feminine in itself. The masculine sexuality is objectifying in itself. And the paradox to this is equal in my alternative view of my gender. Isn't fetishizing. I reached over and sucked at his 4" harden and sucked it in my mouth. I even got to suck his balls in my mouth. I was at peak and shot my load right in his sweet young mouth as he gulped it down. I laughed and said well at least you have your protein today. He didn't laugh just kept sucking it all down. I kept sucking him too and he started to shake and squirm around then he quit and i let go. The doctor came in as he finished not knowing i guess what Billy did to me and me Billy. He scooped us. I awoke alone in the morning and went downstairs to find a note propped up against the coffee pot,"Dear Donna, please wait for me until I get back, I've taken Sarah to the airport, I'll explain later, love Jim"I had a shower and just pulled my skirt and blouse on as I heard his car pulling up outside,"You look gorgeous this morning" he said as he kissed me warmly and slipped a hand under my skirt onto my naked bottom. "Let's go back to bed" Mmm, nice thought Jim" I giggled, "But I should get.