I flew to Lisbon this past weekend to meet with some Brazilian friends, but they were held up and couldn't make it until early morning, so I hit the apps. As the new guy, there were plenty of hits but one in particular really resonated: salt-and-pepper beard, dad bod, nice dick, but most of all, a decent communicator. We chatted, traded pics and albums, and he zeroed in on one pic I have that shows a hint of women's lingerie. He told me the pic was especially hot, how he'd like to make me his "b*tch for the night".
I told him I was there on a short vacation and didn't bring anything like that with me (it's not something I do all that much). He asked if I'd wear some if he brought them. I thought about it a bit but the chat vibe was so respectful otherwise that I thought, "Why the hell not?" I told him, sure, if he had my size. We chatted about personal kinks—he liked to be a bit dominant, and I volunteered to call him, ‘Sir’, which he loved. I have a praise kink, and he wasn’t sure what that was, so I told him. “I don’t like to be humiliated or degraded. You can call me ‘b*tch’ or ‘sl*t’ in bed, but the real way to turn me on is to tell me I’m beautiful, handsome, whatever, call me ‘your good boy’ or ‘good girl’, tell me you like what I’m doing. Then I’ll stay hard. We set up a date for him to come over to my hotel room after dinner.
When the door opened, he looked just like his photos and I invited him in. He was maybe 1m80, wearing sneakers, chinos and a linen button-down with enough open buttons to show off his chest hair to match his beard. He wore glasses and, curiously, a light blue bandana tied around the neck that I then remembered seeing in one of his pics. It was a dandy flourish but it contrasted nicely with his Mediterranean skin tone.
With the door closed, we started kissing and it quickly went from tender to passionate. He pulled back and presented me with a present, saying "I hope it's still okay." I gave him a frisky smile and opened it to reveal a pair of soft pink lace panties, thong-style with a pouch for my junk in front. "Pour yourself some scotch while I put these on," I told him, pointing to a bottle of Glenfiddich I'd picked up at the duty free when I arrived and going into the bathroom. Readers, I had a bit of a time getting my now hard cock into that damn pouch, I promise you!
I took off everything else, opened the bathroom door, and stood leaning in the frame. He looked up with two glasses of scotch in his hands and his eyes grew big. "B*tch, you look so fucking hot I want you to get over here and suck my cock." I played the role, walking over to him and going down to my knees to kiss the crown and take it in my mouth. When I had about half of it in my mouth, he took my chin and gently turned my head toward the full-length mirror on the wall, "I want you to see how beautiful you look sucking on that fat cock." He wasn't kidding. He was maybe only 6-6.5 inches long but his dick had a wonderful heft to it. "It's so hot. You're so fucking hot, baby."
He was using the language I told him and it was fucking revving my engine. I couldn't exactly smile so I looked up into his eyes and worked his dick with my tongue and lips until I started bouncing it against the opening to my throat. While I was working up plenty of slick, he stuck two fingers into my mouth and then slid them below the thong strap to start playing with my ass. “Oh, that’s a nice man-pussy! You going to give that man-pussy to your man tonight, b*tch? You going to be my beautiful sl*t in bed?” The dirty talk had me aroused and I willingly played the game. I pulled off his cock and told him, “Yes, sir, this pussy is all yours tonight.” He showed me his beautiful smile. “Then get on the bed on all fours and show me that ass!”
I followed his directions and he got down on one knee to part the thong and get me ready. “Jes*s hallelujah, this man knew how to eat ass! Within minutes I was squirming under his tongue and moaning like the whore role I was playing, but without any forced effort. The man was playing me like an instrument and I was ready to be fucked. He slid the panties over my thighs and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, then I heard a gob of spit splat onto my rosebud before I felt the head of his cock line up. “Baby, you want this cock?” I didn’t even let him finish the question, “Sir, I need you to fuck me so badly, my c*nt is crying for it!” He nudged my hole open around the fattish head and then slid the rest in to the balls. He’d prepared me well.
For then next fifteen minutes, he shifted side to side, entering me from different angles and loosening my ass while I purred like a kitten or spurred him on, burying my face in the pillow when it was so good I wanted to shout. By the end, he was panting pretty heavily, which surprised me, because he had a dad bod, but he wasn’t noticeably overweight.
He pulled out and crawled onto the bed to lie on his back, then told me to ride his cock. As he adjusted his bandana, I made sure to suck it wet again before I slid off the panties and mounted it, facing him, then slowly started sliding up and down while he licked his hand and then palmed my hard cock. I built up the speed and tried a few variations until my thighs burned, then he pulled me down to lie next to him and rest for a bit. We chatted and sipped our scotch for a short while, before he instructed me to lie on my side and raise one leg. He fucked me from the side for another ten minutes, brushing my prostate over and over until I was leaking precum in a steady stream.
Once he was out of breath, he lay back on the pillow and presented his cock for me again. It was a repeat of last time, except by then I was fully loosened up and getting more daring. My hands were free to roam through his sexy chest hair and from time to time I’d lean forward for a passionate kiss. One of the times I saw him adjust the bandana and I realized that there was a hole at the base of his neck with a plastic… what would I call it, a lining, maybe? I realized that he must have had a tracheotomy at some point. I found that I wasn’t turned off by it; I simply accepted it and got right back into the fun.
When my thighs screamed for mercy, I slid off his cock and lay next to him again. I asked him about the hole and he explained to me why he’d needed it. I’d heard him struggle to clear his throat a couple off times during the evening, so I told him, “Listen. It doesn’t bother me at all, so you can remove the bandana if you like.” He didn’t say anything but I’m pretty sure he felt relieved. He loosened the bandana but didn’t remove it, then stood up to go to the bathroom so that he could clear his throat properly.
When he came back, we finished our scotch then got back into the action. I sucked him back to full hardness and he ate my ass, rolled me over, and fucked me on my back, while I held my legs in the air. He was pounding my ass and I started gasping and moaning loudly, about to come. He grabbed the panties lying on the bedspread and stuffed them into my mouth, so that I could cry out as my cock fired all over my chest and abs. He slowed down but continued fucking and asked me, “You want it, beautiful?” I looked up at him in a sex-drunk haze and nodded, looking deep into his eyes. “Where do you want it, baby?” I held his gaze but couldn’t do more than mumble through the panties in my mouth. “In your c*nt? You want me to come inside, baby?” It was like a dam broke. Without caring about the other hotel guests, I spit out the panties and shouted, “Yes, Sir, I want you to breed me, Sir!” He gave me that winning smile and said, “Good girl!” as he stuffed them back inside my mouth and quickly resumed pounding my ass. He was breathing heavily but it only took a few more seconds of my euphoric groaning before his whole body jerked and he emptied his balls inside me with a long, low moan of pleasure.
I clenched my ass around his cock to drain him as he slowly withdrew, then lay beside me on the bed. We made out for a while longer (after I removed the panties, of course), while I enjoyed the feel of his hair between my fingers and his hands on my skin. We both agreed that the sex had been something well above the ordinary that evening and exchanged numbers so that we could stay in touch. "The panties are my gift to you, baby," he said before we kissed and he left. The funny thing is, after he was gone, I realized that I didn’t know his name. I had to enter him as ‘Sir’ on my WhatsApp. I slept very well for three hours until my friends arrived in town at 2:00 am! But that’s a story for another day.
