The drug of dressing is intense, the feel of it, looking naughty, but then venturing to cottages and toilets was a step that was nerve racking and amazing, finding men who loved what I wore, touching me, stroking my stockings, talking dirty to me, guiding me to my knees, seeing his hard cock, then sucking it off, nothing better a sub slut loves is hard cock to suck, I adore it, anywhere now, I can always be persuaded to suck cock, to hear his words get more disgusting as he gets closer to cumming. To then having more then one touching me, 3 sometimes, most just wanted to get off, but the Stoke toilets in Plymouth is where I met my first real Dom, he explored my mind and owned a local shop, his wife knew as he took me upstairs while she worked below, sometimes he had other arrive while I pleased him, all romantically done, presents of stockings and perfume, never condoms in those days always bare, where I learnt of bondage, photos and men, sometimes more then one, ejaculating on my face, being the afternoon party slut, spending time dressed in the bath being pissed on, but their hard cocks and spunk where the aim, so hot. Then dressing and going to pick the wife up from her work, but then being unable to resist him a couple of days later to do it all again xxx |
