Feeder Posted December 26, 2012 Report Share Posted December 26, 2012 Click here to see the original blog post on Seminal Experiences... I had to work over the holiday, which was pretty annoying, and it seriously cut down on my time to get seed. I finally had a day off, and things seemed pretty stable at work, so I thought about putting my ad up on CL and seeing what bit. About an hour later, and not a peep of interest, and I'm thinking of taking it down and going off to be a productive citizen when the doorbell rings unexpectedly. I hurry to rush and put some clothes on, thinking it might be a delivery guy or some evangelists that I must politely shoo away, when I open the door. He's late 40's hairy, italian, balding, jeans and a leather jacket. "Hi, I came by to your place about a month ago.. was driving by.. mind if I come in?" I let him in. I try to excuse myself to go to the bathroom real quick, but he stops me. "I just want to get my cock sucked, that cool?" I nod vigorously, and get on my knees. I open his fly and fish his cock out.. getting it hard in my mouth. "Mind if I kick back?" He drops trou and sits on my couch. I continue working on his cock. IT's getting bigger. 6 inches.. 7 inches. 8 inches, slender and cut. He's covered in nice fur. I want him in me. I drop my pants and let him see and play with my butt and hole. "Fuck, I want to get you in a sling. Wish I had time." He's hard. I'm gagging on his dick, slurping down his precum. It's time to make my move. I say the first full sentence since he came in the door. "Can I ride it daddy?" He nods, and I slick up my hole with baby oil and like the pro that I am, slide down his rod, taking it balls deep without pausing. He gasps. I start working on his cock with my ass muscles, doing the yoga poses and internal contractions needed to milk him. "That's it baby, tighten up for me.. here it comes." I take a hit of poppers. Right nostril then the left. I get my dick hard to the point of explosion but I don't go over the edge. I feel him thrust and start to spurt. "Breed me daddy.." He does, emptying himself in me. It's a huge load, full of pent up holiday cheer. I sit joined with him for awhile, doing the requisite milking of the last drops. I gently disentangle myself afterwards, and clean him up and send him on his way. It's a pretty typical experience for me these days.. but what has me so boned about it right now.. is that I can't remember any details of when he first bred me. More... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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