anonymous Dark Room

[Guest]

1.  It was early enough in the evening that there were few cars in the parking lot.  After paying the admission fee, I silence my phone, slip it in my pocket, and begin winding my way through the maze of halls toward the center of the club.  A few men were walking around, not really engaging with each other, each with the look of someone desperate to suck cock or get fucked, or projecting an arrogant air of “I’m way too good looking to have anything to do with you.”  Whatever.  It’s not a bathhouse, so patrons are clothed in various states.  Some in shorts, t-shirt, sandals or sneakers, some in jeans, button down shirt, hiking or cowboy boots, some in leather.  Some duck into the private video booths to watch the porn, mostly gay, on the monitors.  Some booths have glory holes cut in one of the walls, some don’t.  Sometimes they close the door and remain for a while; sometimes they leave it open as they peer through the glory hole to see if anyone is in the adjoining room, on the next hall.  I always clean out before coming here.  Sometimes it’s to no avail, sometimes it pays off.

 

There’s a room, roughly 15x20, walls painted black, tucked away in a corner of the club.  Outside the doorway to the room, the lighting is dim and there are booths and tables for people to sit to converse, rest, watch, some even sleep.  Passing through the doorway into the room, it is totally dark.  No light whatsoever.  No windows, no exit sign.  There is no getting used to the dark, seeing shadowy figures after a bit of time.  You see nothing.  It is totally dark.  I step into the room, and feel to my left along the wall, ready to say, “Excuse me,” should my hand encounter someone leaning up against the wall.  I find no one there and slide toward the corner, not to let my eyes acclimate to the dark, but to begin listening, sensing.  I stand against the wall for a few minutes.  Hearing no sound, no breathing, no rustle of clothing as someone moves, I finally take out my phone and turn on the screen and turn it facing the floor to let its light illuminate the room just enough to confirm that there is, in fact, no one else in the room.  I turn off the screen and put my phone back into my pocket.  I slide left to the corner and then begin to walk along the side wall, my hand staying in touch with the wall, until I feel my toe brush the gym mat on the floor about ten feet away from the entry.  Looking back over at the door, I see the faintly illuminated opening, but no light makes it far enough into the room to see anything.  Anything.  I unbuckle my belt, open my pants and slide them down below my knees.  I don’t wear underwear.  I kneel on the edge of the mat and then crawl a little way forward.  I pull my shirt up a little way, leaving my ass totally exposed.  I lay my head down on the mat, my arms resting on the mat on either side of my head, my ass in the air.  And I wait.  I have no idea what they call this room; probably the “dark room.”  but I call it the patience room, because it takes patience to stay in a dark room, on your knees, ass available, and just wait.  At some point time no longer ticks relentlessly in your head.

 

I finally hear a faint rustle behind me, footsteps.  Boots.  I hear them approaching down the wall toward me, stopping at the mat.  I feel a hand graze across my lower back and stop, joined by another hand, exploring, moving up slightly then back down to find my ass cheeks.  They rub my ass cheeks, squeezing them, a finger finds my crack and traces down and back up, down and back up, down grazing my balls.  Sliding back up the finger stops and presses between my cheeks, wiggling until it finds its target.  The finger presses against my pucker, feeling it give slightly.  Pressing slightly, tapping, pressing firmer, tapping, pressing, tapping.  The finger leaves briefly returning to find my crack again, this time wet.  It pushes between my cheeks again and presses his wet digit against my pucker, sliding in, stopping one digit in.  It wiggles up and down, retreats until just touching my pucker again.  It slides in to the second digit and fucks in and out slowly, wiggling up and down inside me.  The finger slides out again, leaving a second hand resting just above my crack.  Two wet fingers press into my crack and find what they seek.  They press against my hole and slide all the way in.  My breath catches in a slight gasp, feeling their thickness, and I sigh.  They slide in and out, short strokes, longer strokes, finally pushing all the way in, twisting back and forth.  They begin shoving in deeper, harder, twisting more forcefully.  They begin fucking and a fingertip strokes across my prostate, causing me to gasp lightly in delight, and causing my body to shudder.  I hear a slight, low, rumbling moan behind me and the hand withdraws.  I hear a licking, slurping sound behind me.  The hand returns, and this time, three wet fingers push roughly between my cheeks and shove all the way in hard, holding in place for a few seconds and then beginning plowing in and out of me hard, fast, deep, getting faster and harder until I am unable to stay silent and I moan and sigh, “Yes!  O yes…yes…yes.”  With a growl from behind me, the fingers are slammed in me hard and deep, stopping and stroking my prostate repeatedly, causing me to whimper and shudder again.  I’m panting slightly, and as the fingers begin to withdraw, I clamp onto them as hard as I can, encouraging this man not to take them out.  I’m rewarded with a low, growling, “Oooohh FUCK!” just behind my right ear.  The fingers stay in place as I feel movement behind me.  The clink of a belt buckle tells me that he’s opening his pants with his other hand, and I hear the sound of his pants being pushed down.  I hear him spit twice, and then the slicking sounds of him rubbing his cock.

 

I feel the heat of his body come close to my ass and he pulls his fingers out of my ass.  They are immediately replaced by the exquisite sponginess of a large, bulbous cockhead pushing between my cheeks.  He pushes in firmly and pops his head inside me, making me whimper and sigh, clamping on his head.  He pulls out, staying between my cheeks, and then firmly pushes his head back inside me.  He pulls out of me again, all the way out from between my cheeks.  He pushes in hard again, stopping with only his head inside.  I feel him flex his cock inside my hole and I whisper hoarsely, “Oh fuck!”  He pulls out of me completely and using both hands spreads my cheeks.  I hear a breath and a spit as I feel a wad of spit splat on my hole.  With the sounds of a pig he begins attacking my hole with his tongue, lips, a soft, thick beard and mustache, slurping, growling, rutting his face and head up and down my crack and all over my hole.  I feel his tongue push forcefully into my hole and realize this man has a long, strong tongue, and the things he is doing with it inside my hole makes me moan louder, almost sobbing, “Yes!  Oh! Yes!”  He pulls out of my trench and his hands leave my ass.  I hear a spit, and another, and another and the sounds of quick slicking up of his cock.  I feel him step forward putting a foot on either side of my legs, feeling his pants pushing down on my calves.  A hand lands flat on the small of my back and I feel his wet, hot, spongy cockknob touch me  I see white for a split second as the thick, incredibly hard long cock shoves all the way into me until a dense, thick bush comes to rest against my hole.  I’m panting and he adjusts his footing as I prepare to get pounded.  I feel his heartbeat in his dick and I hear the sound of a cap being removed from a bottle above me, and he leans forward searching for my head.  His hand finds the mat in front of my face and I smell poppers.  He begins moving toward my nose and I take my hand and guide him to my nose.  I press my nostril closed with my other hand and inhale deeply.  He moves the bottle to the other side and I press the first nostril closed and inhale deeply.  “Again.” I hear whispered, and I inhale again, deeper.  I feel the bottle move back to the first nostril and I press the other closed.  “Again.” I hear whispered.  The hands withdraw, the feet on either side of me flex to adjust his balance and I hear two long, deep snorts and the capping of the bottle.  He leans forward again, finds my hand and puts the bottle in my hand.  Two strong hands grab my shoulders and he pulls back and begins ramming his cock into me.  I feel and hear the crushing of his bush against me, muffling the sound of him slamming against my ass.  He continues pounding me, hard deep strokes deep into me, pulling me onto him by my shoulders with every stroke.  There is nothing gentle, nor do I want that.  He pounds and pounds, fast, hard, deep repeatedly.  “Take my cock, you motherfucking pig!” I hear in a furious whisper by my ear.  “Feel it deep up your tight fuckhole, you fuck!  Take my goddamn cock, you fuckpig.  Goddamn you’re tight.  I fucking love a tight hole stretched around my cock!  Goddamn, motherfucker, it’s so hot inside you!  You like this fucking cock?  You like feeling me open your fucktube up.  Feeling me fill you up with a real man’s cock?”  I’m unable to speak, but he’s not waiting for me to reply to any statement.  I whimper and sigh and begin chanting “Yes!” in a repeated whisper, unable to stop for who knows how long.  For who cares how long.  Even in my ecstasy, I feel amazed at how long he has been piston fucking me this way, leaving me unable to do anything but sigh and say, “Yes…fuck me..fuck me…fuck me…”  I feel his breath, his mustache against my ear as he growls, “GodDAMN!” He slows down, pulling back until just his head remains inside, then slamming balls deep, remaining planted deep in me for several seconds before repeating the move over, and over, and over again.  I think I feel his cock pulsing inside me.  My legs are trembling, aching to be in another position, but I don’t do anything that might make him think I was wearing out.  Make him think I’d had enough.  He pulls all the way out and then lunges forward violently, driving deep into me and pushing me forward onto my stomach.  With his cock planted all the way in me, he uses he legs to push my legs together.  He wraps one arm around my neck and the other he begins trying to shove under my chest.  I lift up enough for him to slide it under me and he grabs me tightly, holding me tightly against him and he begins jackhammering me, laying his head beside mine.  He turns his head and I feel his mustache against my ear and he begins whispering, “I’m not wearing a condom.  We’re barebacking.  Skin on skin.  Raw cock up raw hole.  This.  Is.  How.  Real.  Men.  Fuck.  Fucking.  Hard.  Fucking.  Deep.  Fucking.  Raw.  Rutting.  Like.  Fucking.  Animals.  Fucking.  Your.  God.  Damn.  Amazing.  Fucking.  Ass.”  Each word delivered as he slammed into me.  It was so erotic it made my eyes roll back every time he said “Fuck,” or “Fucking.”  Showing no signs of fatigue, he continued battering me, the slick, sticky, wet sounds of a good long fuck filling the room.  Suddenly he began pounding me fast again, as hard as when he started pounding me, still immobilizing me against his chest, his arms pulling me tight against him.  Again he started whispering in my ear, “This.  Is.  How.  Proud.  Faggots.  Fuck.  I.  Fucking.  Own.  That.  Word.  I.  Fucking.  Live.  That.  Word.  You’re the…  first faggot…  I’ve ever fucked…  who could match…  me.  Faggot.  Own it.  Faggot.  Own it.”  I turned my head toward him and grunted as he plowed, “I… own… it… Faggot… Fuck…  This.  Faggot… Fuck…  This.  Faggot… Fuck…  This.  Faggot…”  He moaned and this time I knew I felt him pulsing inside me.  Still he continued without slowing down or losing any aggression.  He whispered in my ear, “Faggot.” and I replied, “Faggot.”  He whispered, I replied, he whispered, I replied.  He slowed down and began stroking me almost like he was making love to me.  He kissed my ear and stuck his tongue into it.  He dropped his head down and began kissing my neck.  His kisses began to get harder and he began to fuck me harder again.  He growled quietly in my ear, “I’m going to fucking mark you.”  Immediately he sucked onto my neck, began sucking, tonguing, nipping, biting, tonguing, sucking, staying attached to me until he suddenly turned loose with a grunt and pressed his mouth against my ear and said, “Cumming…  Fucking…  Cumming…  In you…  Faggot,” and he latched onto my neck again, sucking, biting, tonguing me.  “MINE…GODDAMIT…YOUR FUCKHOLE IS MINE!”  This was all I could take, knowing he’d already shot his cum up my ass three times, and feeling his cock harden and begin pulsing again, my eyes rolled back in my head and I cried out an unintelligible cry and began cumming harder than I could ever remember cumming.  The two of us writhed on the floor, grunting, panting, cumming together, him still ramming his fuckstick in me relentlessly.  He finally pushed me down with my chest on the mat and stayed there resting on his hands, his belly against my back, his cock still balls deep in my ass.  He stayed like that breathing heavily for about a minute and then laid down on top of me.  Both of us lay there, feeling each other breathe.

 

He didn’t move to get up.  I didn’t move to change our position.  Laying there in the dark, he patted around searching for my right hand.  He laced his fingers between mine and then began patting around searching for my left hand and did the same thing.  He stretched his arms straight out from our sides and I felt him begin to slide in and out of me slowly.  Very slowly, tenderly, his cheek laying against mine, I thought it would be just a few strokes and he’s stop, but he kept fucking me slowly, tenderly, gliding in out of me.  We breathed in sync and listened to the erotic squishing every time he sank into me.  Slowly, tightening and relaxing his grip on my hands, sinking into me slowly, continually.  He turned his head, softly kissed my ear and said in the quietest whisper yet, “Tell me what you want.”  I breathed in deeply and sighed.  He continued sliding in and out of me.  He kissed my ear again and whispered, “Tell me what you want.”  I know he couldn’t see it, but I smiled.  He continued sliding in and out of me slowly, tenderly, pushing as deep as possible when he slid in, but not hard.  Just deep.  Strong.  Slow.  I whispered, “Treat me like a real man.  Fuck me.  Breed me.”  I felt his cock thicken, getting harder, thicker, hard again, and he laid his mouth by my ear and said soflty, “I’m cumming.  I’m breeding you, man.  You’re a man and I’m breeding you.  Breeding you like a man.”  I felt him pulsing inside me.  “Five,” I whispered.  He chuckled and curled our hands back to our bodies, unlacing our fingers.  He grabbed me and held me hard against him again and chuckled softly in my ear and said, “Six.”  I sighed as I felt him flex his cock one last time.  He lifted himself up withdrawing his cock from my hole.  I tried to tighten my hole to keep everything I could inside me, but couldn’t feel that I was managing to tighten it any.  He swung off, kneeling beside me.  I reached out in the dark and grabbed at his cock.  I found his wet, slick, warm dick, turned on my side and scooted toward him.  I stroked him and then closed my mouth over his head and sank down, letting his now spent cock glide down into my throat.  I sucked tenderly, slowly, until his cock was no longer slick, just wet.  He sighed and said, “Thanks, faggot.”  He stood, pulled his pants up, zipped them and I heard his belt cinch into place.  I heard his boots clunking across the floor and as I look toward the door, I see a silhouette disappear out the door.  I got up stiffly, pulled my pants up, zipped and fastened my belt.  As I walked out of the room, I felt the wetness, the exquisite wetness, felt liquid slowly slide down my legs.  I knew I would have a wet spot on the seat of my pants, and couldn’t have cared less.  I walked out the door of the club and started walking toward my car.  Just as I got to my car, a voice said, “Looks like you’re walking funny, faggot.”  I quickly looked around, trying to find the source of the voice.  There was no one in sight.  I chuckled and said, loud enough for him to hear, wherever he was, “Yeah.  Some faggot treated me like a man.  Hope we meet again.  Faggot.” and got in my car, closed the door, started the engine and went home very, very happy.

[domesir]

Hot fucking story! Made me cum while reading it

[PERVERSATILE]

Holy Fuck Buddy-That was some real  Masterclass Level David Attenborough  shit right there. Tonight on BBC ''Witness first hand Unbridled Rabid  Cock Frenzied Fuck Lust as we explore the Savage Beauty of this hidden world of  Passionate Raw Brutal Ass-Pounding Skull-Fucking Pig Style Oinkery and the Men who thrive in its harsh environs."
You done Good! Somebody fetch me my God Damn Swoon Jug.

Edited November 21, 2019 by PERVERSATILE
got cum in my eye

[nymidtowneast]

Hot!

[jockstrappd]

Holy hot fucking hell that was amazing....I came twice reading it, and that was edging and REALLY trying hard not to cum too quickly. You have a gift sir, please please please write more 😃

[north.mpls.guy]

VERY HOT!  Hope you write more!

[MackyJay]

This could happen to me anytime at all and I would love it.

[Guest]

2.  I took perverse enjoyment in the fact that it took four days before the tenderness subsided from my asshole after my last visit.  I had mentally replayed every rocking thrust of that big fucking tool every time I sat down on the toilet.  Another part of the pleasure that pain can bring.  I had planned to go back as soon as I was no longer sore, but life intervened so it was ten days later before I got back.  I was fucking horny, I wanted cock, and it was my day off, so I planned to spend as much time at the club as it took for me to get some satisfaction.  I spent a long time doing a thorough, deep cleaning out, because I was going to be ready to take any and all that wanted an ass to fuck.  There were only two cars in the parking lot when I got to the club, and I knew that one of them belonged to the attendant at the door.  I silenced my phone, went inside, paid my admission, and began cruising.  I walked all of the hallways, finding a couple closed doors, but saw no one else there.  I decided to just go sit for a bit at one of the tables in the dim area outside the dark room.  Before I sat down, I stepped inside the dark room and turned on the screen on my phone and had a quick look around, ready to apologize for the light if someone was there.  As I thought, there was no one there.  I sat down around the corner from the doorway to the dark room, at the far end of the lounge area, where I could see anyone wandering the halls in the entire back part of the club.

 

I had sat there surfing on my phone for quite a while and was getting restless.  I was hoping the day wasn’t going to be a bust.  Usually daytime cruisers here were “straight” horny businessmen who needed to get their cock wet either in a mouth or an ass, or, more likely, both.  Businessmen on the sly are some of the best fucks because they’re furtive, they don’t want to exchange names, and they don’t want small talk.  They want sex before they have to go back to their unhappy, humdrum, boring home lives where they aren’t getting much if any.  I saw movement across the club and craned my neck to see if it was someone interesting.  I saw the back of a man in a black leather jacket and black jeans disappear around the corner at the end of one of the halls.  I moved to a table a little closer to the door to the dark room so I could see him better when he came down the hall on the other side.  I kept watching, but didn’t see him, so I figured he had gone into one of the rooms to watch porn and beat off.  I went back to surfing on my phone.  I had gotten an email that was worth taking time to read, so I really hadn’t been paying attention to the area where I had seen the man.  I heard a boot scuff on the floor and a couple steps and I looked up quickly in the direction of the sound.  No one.  I waited a few seconds to see if I either heard boots on the floor or saw someone.  I didn’t.  My curiosity was aroused, so I got up to walk the halls and see who I had heard.  I made a complete circuit around the club and never saw anyone moving around, and the only doors closed were the ones that were closed when I got there.  I was intrigued, so I kept walking around for a while.  After five minutes or so, I was frustrated, thinking the day was going to be a waste.  I walked back over to the dim area and decided to wait in the dark room for a while and see if anyone came in.  I stepped in and began to feel my way left along the wall moving toward the corner.  I was suddenly grabbed from behind, a strong arm wrapped around me with a hand covering my mouth tightly.  A deep masculine, menacing voice growled quietly in my ear, “Don’t struggle and don’t try to yell.  I’m bigger than you and stronger than you.  You won’t get away from me and I can keep you quiet as long as I need to.”  While I was processing this mentally, I felt a beard along the side of my head, I smelled a clean smell, and I felt a firm chest pressed against my back.  My heart was pounding, not really so much out of fear, but from being grabbed so quickly that it startled me.  I tried to take a couple of slow breaths in an effort to calm down, waiting to find out what was about to happen to me.  I felt his head move and suddenly a tongue was tracing up the side of my neck, and a breath exhaled by my ear as he got to the top of my neck.  I was both weirded out and turned on by this.  “I need to fuck.  I’m going to fuck you in the ass.  This can go down either of two ways.  You can give it up, or I can, and will rape you.  Either way, you’re getting fucked in the ass.  And to show you that I don’t want to hurt you, I’ll use a condom.  But you’re getting fucked in that cute, chubby bubble butt.  Now what’s it going to be – the easy way or the hard way?”  He slowly loosened his hand from my mouth and said, “Don’t you yell.”  I was now more than a little aroused.  If he had meant to hurt me he had already had plenty of time to do so.  He was strong, warm, with big hands and a masculine smell.  I decided to see where this would go.  He moved his hand away from my mouth and I said, quietly but with as much steel in my voice as I could muster at the moment, “Listen here, fucker.  You may be bigger and stronger than me, but if you try to come anywhere near my ass with a condom, you’ll never get in me.  I’m a man, and if you think you’re man enough to fuck me, then you fuckin’ better be planning to bareback me.  And don’t you even think about pulling out before you cum.  If you’re gonna fuckin’ rape me, then you’re gonna fuckin’ breed me!”  He was silent for a couple seconds and then he wrapped his hand around my mouth again and pulled me tighter against him.  He began to chuckle and loosened his grip on me.  “Okay, okay, you win.  I’ll fuckin’ bareback your ass.  I’ll fuckin’ breed your ass.  You got some confidence, man.  I like that.  You want to get fucked like a man, I’ll fuck you like a man.  Get those fuckin pants down and bend over, bitch.”

 

Anytime I come to the club, I’m commando.  I pushed my pants down to my ankles and reached behind me to grope him.  His cock was still in his pants, but I could feel that it was chubbed.  I said, “What are you waiting for, fucker?  Get that cock out!”  I left my hand on his cock as he unbuttoned his jeans.  He reached in and pulled it out as well as his balls.  I grabbed his cock and felt a shiver go up my back as I realized it was big, and still not completely hard.  I brought my hand around to my mouth and spit on my fingers.  I reached around and spread my spit on my hole.  I did the same thing a second time and then bent over.  I heard a wad of spit splat behind me and felt him jacking it.  He felt around with his middle finger until he found my pucker, and then shoved it in to the second knuckle.  He started finger fucking me and then pulled his finger out and spit on it again and shoved it back in.  He pulled his finger out and put his big, spongy head against my hole and then dripped another wad of spit on his head and my hole. He grabbed me by my hips and started to push slowly.  I pushed out against him thinking he was trying to ease in.  Just when my hole opened enough for his head to begin to enter me, he shoved it all the way in to his root and started fucking me like a piledriver.  For a few seconds I saw white.  It had taken me by surprise and hurt like I was being split in half.  About the fourth hammer into me I felt that familiar dull throb of pain from my sphincter reminding me of my last visit here.  “Goddamn you’re tight, motherfucker!  You like this big fuckin’ cock rammin’ your tight little faggot hole?” he muttered as he continued plowing as hard as he could fuck.  I was fucking getting off on this shit.  This was hotter than anything I could have ever thought up, especially since I now realized who it was that was plowing me.  It was the stud who took my hole in this very room ten days before.  “Yeah, faggot, I love that big fucking cock beatin’ the hell out of me.  You like my tight, tender faggot hole wrapped around that fuckin’ monster?”  He growled like a wolf on the attack and said, “FUCK YEAH, faggot!  I love beatin’ the fuck out of that sweet tight manpussy.  You’re groovin’ on my fuckmeat, aren’t you, faggot?”  Saying that, he started hammering me harder than anyone had ever fucked me, to the point that I felt like a ragdoll being flung about.  If not for his strong hands holding me, I’d have been thrown flat on my face.  I was in bliss.  This man was fucking me better than any man had ever fucked me in my life.  “Oh goddamn, fuck me, you rock hard faggot!  Oh shit it hurts so fucking good!” I moaned.  He started panting and said, “Oh goddamn, faggot, now you’ve done it.  I’m gonna fucking fill your ass with cum!  Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!  Ooooooooo FUCK!”  I felt him start throbbing and I started counting  …4, 5, 6, I couldn’t stand it and I started cumming hard.  7, 8, 9, 10 hard pulses before I felt the throbs diminish in strength.  I counted two more before I couldn’t feel any more.  He stayed all the way inside me for another fifteen or twenty seconds, shuddering, grunting, growling, panting.  He softened and slipped out of me.  I stood up, reached behind me and pulled him up against me and whispered, “Damn, I was hoping for multiple loads again.”  He laughed and said, “Again?  So you think we’ve met before?”  I chuckled and said, “Yeah, faggot, I think we’ve met before.  Right here.  And I’ll take this kind of treatment anytime you want to dish it out.”  He grabbed me from behind again, held me tight and dropped his head down and kissed my neck.  I hissed in and jerked my head back exposing my neck to him and said, “Yes, please!”  He bit down on a bit of my neck, started sucking hard on it and sanding the lump between his teeth with his tongue.  He released his bite but sucked even harder.  He finally let go, grabbed my head and landed on my mouth kissing me deeply, wet, hungrily.  He broke the kiss and said “I wish I could have taken you as long as last time, but I had a short window today, and I knew I had to cum in someone.  I was so glad when I saw you walking in from your car.”  I reached around and stroked his beard and said, “You can take me any fucking time you want.  If you ever want my number so you can tell me you want my hole, I’ll give it to you.”  Otherwise, I’ll just hope to keep running into you here.  He sighed, kissed my cheek and said, “I want to, but things are complicated.  I have to figure out how to protect you before I take your number.  Believe me, I want your number.  I’ve thought about your hole nearly every minute since last time.  You’re fucking perfect for me.”  His mouth melted into me again as he was packing his cock back into his fly and buttoning up.  “Think about me, man.”  I sighed and replied, “Every goddamn time I sit down I’ll think about you!”  With that, he turned and was gone.  I bent over and grabbed my pants.  As I started to pull them up, I realized the were wet with my cum.  I smiled a wicked smile as I felt wet, slick patches as I fastened them.  I was sure there would be visible cum streaks as I walked out into the light.  I didn’t give a fuck.

[VersVerbalChitown]

Yay!!!!! You’re continuing. My seed is all over my chest!  The system won’t let me upvote, but thumb’s up!💪🏼

Edited April 4, 2020 by VersVerbalChitown

[hardnow]

What a hot and filthy sequel! Please more!

[BestCatcher]

18 hours ago, stillwaters said:

He sighed, kissed my cheek and said, “I want to, but things are complicated.  I have to figure out how to protect you before I take your number.  Believe me, I want your number.  I’ve thought about your hole nearly every minute since last time.  You’re fucking perfect for me.” 

OMFG this an amazing story

[Loveitraw]

Exceptionally hot.  Dark room fucking and just fucking in the dark have always brought out the slut in me and you have encapsulated those feelings perfectly! Many thanks!

[infoseekeruk]

Love this story got me wanking and cumming. I love dark rooms the whispers, the smell of sex, the feel of others feeling you not knowing who they are mmm

[DarkroomTaker]

2 hours ago, infoseekeruk said:

Love this story got me wanking and cumming. I love dark rooms the whispers, the smell of sex, the feel of others feeling you not knowing who they are mmm

My brother in Dark...

[infoseekeruk]

Thanks man