“Oh god,” I groaned deep and low as I knelt ass up with my face buried in the pillows at the head of his bed. A searing pain shot through my ass as he sank his big latex wrapped cock balls deep inside me. I had never been with another man sexually before and quite honestly I had never considered it a possibility. I was raised in a conservative christian home where homosexuality was considered wrong and bisexuality simply didn’t exist but apparently somewhere along the way those signals got crossed.
“You like that don’t you bitch,” he said harshly as he slapped my ass hard making me yelp. His big meaty hands grabbed my hips and he thrust his fat fuck stick into the depths of my ass hard and fast.
“Yes Master,” I grunted. My voice was low and deep like some sort of wild animal. “It feels good Master.” I may have been new to bisex but I had long coveted a submissive role and though I had never found a truly dominant woman to enslave me I had fantasized about it for the better part of a decade.
“That’s right slut I am your master and you will do whatever I tell you to do won’t you bitch.” He said loudly in a deep masculine voice. He was a manly man and I never would have guessed when he moved in next door to my wife and I that he was bisexual but his dominance was always apparent.
“Yes Sir,” I replied quickly, “you are my Master and I am your willing slut.” I groaned as he continued to thrust his big dick into me hard and fast. The searing pain I had felt when he first penetrated me had been replaced with an oddly pleasurable burning from the friction of his fast moving dick and an indescrinable pressure deep inside me that felt amazingly good.
“Good answer slave,” he said proudly, “now smile for the camera.”
I looked at my wife and smiled weakly as she filmed us. I had never imagined that she would be into watching me with another man but when she learned that our new neighbor was bisexual she was the one who led me down the path to sexual enlightenment.
“Tell her what you are,” he ordered as his hand slapped my ass leaving a deep red hand print for the camera.
“I am your slave Master,” I moaned loudly.
“That’s right slut,” he replied as he buried his hard throbbing cock deep inside me and reached under me grabbing my dick and squeezing it hard making me moan wantonly. “And what do you love slut?”
“I love cock Master,” I panted loudly. I could feel the early signs of a climax building deep within my body and my legs quivered with excitement. I wanted to cum but I knew that the night had just begun and that relief was a long way off.
“Yes you do slut,” he continued as he fondled my dick and balls with his big hands. He was a big guy at 6’4″ and a muscular 230 pounds with a big hard cock that looked proportionate to his body and the first time I saw it I knew my life would never be the same.
We had been hanging out on his deck drinking and both of our wives had gone to bed or so I thought. It was a warm summer night and we were both dressed casually in shorts and tee shirts when he suddenly reached between his legs and cupped his cock.
“Your wife told Jen that you watch porn together,” he had said out of the blue. His hand rubbed his dick openly and it quickly created a big tent in his loose fitting shorts.
“Ah, yeah sometimes,” I replied. I was startled by both his actions as well as his question but my eyes were strangely drawn to his shorts. I had never seen another man’s hard dick before and my eyes were wide when he pulled his cock from his shorts and stroked it openly in front of me.
I could tell, even in the pale moon light that he was well hung and my eyes were transfixed on his big hard dick as his hand glided slowly up and down his long shaft.
“She also told Jen and me that you like to be dominated. Is that true?” He asked. His tone was very matter of fact and it was at odds with his lewd actions. The paradox made my alcohol clouded mind reel.
“Yeah,” I replied skeptically as he turned to face me, pointing his dick at me like an accusing finger.
“Too bad for you that your pretty wife is submissive too huh?” He asked in the same easy manner and I wondered just what situation he had learned all of our personal secrets from my wife.
“But she does like pussy,” he grinned partially answering my unspoken question as he stepped closer to me. I had known that my wife was bicurious and that she had one experience a few years before we had met with a friend while on a girls weekend but I hadnt known nor expected that she had been with my neighbor Jen.
My eyes flashed from his eyes to his cock and back again. I could see a shiny gleam on the tip of his dick and I watched as he scooped up a drop of precum from it and brazenly pushed his finger into my mouth. I felt like I was in a dream. It was surreal. My legs felt heavy and unable to move as he slid his salty finger in and out of my mouth, pumping it slowly as though fucking it with his thick finger.
“Tastes good doesn’t it? ” He asked confidently. He was close, so close the tip of his dick grazed against mine through my shorts. I hadn’t realized before that moment that I was fully erect.
I shook my head defiantly and he smiled dismissively as his free hand moved down my body sending goose bumps and shivers through it. His confident touch had the same effect as if a woman had touched me and I sighed quietly.
“You want more don’t you, ” he said in a soothing tone that disarmed me and our eyes met briefly.
“No,” I replied quickly, “I’m not gay.” I said defensively.
“Neither am I, ” he answered with a soft chuckle, “and I will ask you again. You want more don’t you?” His hand slid across my dick and I bit my lip to stifle a low moan. It had been a few weeks since my wife and I last had sex and I felt randy and I was losing control of my sensibilities.
“No,” I whispered softly. It was clear that my resolve was nearly broken and a slight smirk crossed his chiseled face.