Leaving Dr. Dom’s clinic, I returned to my empty penthouse, mind reeling from that first blowjob. Still hard, I stripped to my cum-stained thong, fired up the PC. Gay vids assaulted me—too rough, yet my cock throbbed at blowjobs, ass-fuckings. I yanked out my dick, inhaled its musky scent, jerked furiously. Shot my load into tissue like a horny teen. A warm shower soothed me briefly, but dreams haunted the night.
Morning brought impulse. Texted him: ‘Thanks for last night. ECG.’ Instant reply: ‘Pleasure shared. Again?’ I blushed, heart racing. ‘Yes.’ His: ‘Anytime. Next level…’ Blood rushed south. What—fucked on his couch? ‘Like?’ Cock strained my pants. ‘You’ll love it. Free at 7pm clinic. In?’ Hesitated. No excuse. ‘Yes.’ ‘Good day. Tonight.’ Stunned—I’d booked a man for pure pleasure.
The Privilege
Day dragged, zombie-like. Colleagues, clients, wife on call—her voice faded as I pictured Dom’s mouth. She craved reunion; guilt flickered, drowned by lust. Evening: quick home prep. Thorough shower, cologne spritz, black micro-thong. Mirror approved—fit, desirable. Jeans, cotton shirt. Drove to his elite clinic, nerves electric. Buzzed at 7 sharp. Door opened. His ravishing smile, dark curls. ‘Come in.’ No handshake. Relief.
Not the exam room. ‘Better in my lounge.’ Intimate smile. Entered his penthouse-adjacent haven. Vast leather sofa gleamed under soft lights. Deep armchair opposite. He gestured. Sat. Awkward silence thickened. ‘No drink. You’re not here for that, right?’ Smug confidence. Crimson-faced. ‘What are you here for?’ ‘I… don’t know.’ ‘I do. Suck me or get fucked.’ Vulgar from those lips. Shocked. He silenced my protest. ‘Last night, I could’ve been your wife. Bi fantasy unmet. True?’ ‘Yes,’ I whispered. He grinned, predator eyeing prey. ‘No pervert. Your limits, mine.’
Relaxed slightly. His voice softened, commanding. ‘Shirt off.’ Obeyed like a geisha—first submission. ‘Jeans.’ Bulge tented my thong obscenely. He watched, impassive. Hoped he hardened too. He rose, stripped to match. Tall, ripped torso, smooth abs. Eyes locked on his white thong—massive erection outlined. Hypnotized. ‘Like my cock?’ ‘I… yes.’ Laugh. ‘See it?’ ‘Yes.’ Slid thong down. Smooth pubis. Straight, veined monster sprang free, twitching. ‘Well?’ ‘Huge.’ He stroked, pre-cum glistening. ’25cm on good days.’ Tonight, peak form. Smiled. Approached, dick leading. ‘Touch.’ Fingertips grazed purple head. Soft skin down shaft to shaved, heavy balls. He moaned. First man-touch. Electric.
‘Jerk me.’ Slow strokes, like my own. Not thicker, just longer, flared head. Moaned, tight in thong. He dominated silently. Hands worked shaft, balls. He groaned louder, pushed head to my face. Test time. Eyes locked. Opened wide, engulfed half. Synced moans. Full mouth. Sucked, licked like ice cream. Voracious. Pro-level pipe, somehow. Thrusts deeper. Gagged at two-thirds. Eased back. ‘Talented virgin. You’ll make me cum. We have time.’ Disappointment—he planned more.
The Excess
Yanked me up. Crushed mouth to mine. Tongue invaded. Kissed back fiercely. Barriers crumbled. Thongs off, cocks frothed. Fell to leather—supple, cool against skin. He mounted. Kiss deepened. Nearly came untouched. ‘Another first?’ ‘Yes.’ Mysterious: ‘Not done.’ Lips trailed neck, nipples, navel. Expected cock worship. No. Legs folded back. Exposed hairy ass. Shame burned. ‘Cute hole. Too furry. Esthetician fix—my referral.’ ‘Yes, Dom.’ Tongue speared anus. Waves crashed. Lapped, probed. Virgin ring yielded. ‘One day, I’ll fuck you.’ Moan. ‘You’ll beg.’ Devoured ass ravenously. Finger joined, then two. Slow twists. Bliss. Sucked balls, shaft. Fingered deep. Pinned tits myself. He accelerated. Exploded down his throat. Swallowed every drop.
He rose, brushed teeth. Returned hard. Tender kiss—mint fresh. Cocks ground. Mine softened; stroked his. ‘Shower.’ Vast glass stall, warm jets. Soaped me sensually. ‘Your night of firsts.’ Bent for ass. Fingers lubed by gel. Two inside easy. ‘Soon my cock…’ Vibrated. Toy sucked, then ass-plugged. Buzzing ecstasy. Jerked to second orgasm.
Gland teased hole—too big. ‘Not tonight.’ Kissed, knelt me. Fucked face gently, then hard. Fingered his ass. He roared, pulled out, hosed my cheek.
Tender kiss. Bed talk. Bi confessions. Dozed. Slipped out midnight. Note: ‘Thanks. One day, fuck me.’ Drove home guilt-free.
