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"You Are Legend"
Publicado en:18 Marzo 2018 10:11 pm
Última actualización en:20 Enero 2022 12:11 pm
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Scanning through the various topics, I came across this one:

You've acquired the use of someone for the entire weekend.

What are some of the ways you would use your new acquisition?

Here's part 1 of my answer. Enjoy

I’ll spare you the obvious answers… ABS can be fun, but it’s so…. been done over and over. I would need to be somewhat more inventive to enjoy my purchased whore for the weekend.

Of course, we would have some one-on-one time. I want to feel your lips and tongue wrapped around my cock, sucking me hard. I would watch you working hard, which is always an amazing turn-on. Feeling the cum explode out, filling your mouth…. feeling you gulp and swallow until every drop is taken…. Well, all that is a given.

But I’m always a guy who loves to share my gifts when good fortune strikes. But, this time, not with friends. That’s so pedestrian.

Friday Night

A night out with me would be dressing you up, to the absolute T. Perfect outfit, makeup done, and putting you in the perfect frame of mind. I’d place a silky scarf over your eyes, tied in the back, and escort you to the passenger seat of my car, and start driving. You have no idea where, and I’m not ready to divulge that information yet.

You feel the car stop... we’ve reached our destination. I get out of the car, walk over o your side, open the door, and guide you carefully out. Standing next to the car, I remove the blindfold that has kept you from discovering my plan.

We’ve stopped in front of a small dive bar. Not a lot of parking spots, some people milling about the entrance, smoking their cigs. The conversation stops as soon as they see you. You can see their jaws drop as I walk you to the door. Probably not a lot of unfamiliar faces here, and seeing you leaves them stunned and confused.

We sit at the bar and order drinks. You’re a touch uncomfortable, still not knowing what I have in store. Slowly sipping my drink, I scan the room. You see my eyes dart from person to person, and it starts to dawn on you. But you’re not sure…

After some time has passed, I point out one of the men sitting at the bar. To your view, he is unremarkable. Not a sloppy drunk, he’s groomed properly. He planned a special night out with his drinking buddies. He chats with them but doesn’t seem to be having a really good time.

I instruct you to take the money necessary off the bar and send him a drink. He accepts, smiles at you and mouths “thank you” across the room. He raises the glass as a toast to you. He takes the glass and takes the entire drink into his mouth. His attempt at something macho? Who knows.
He says “thank you” again, and I tell you to walk over to him. You are to tell him that you need to be thanked in the proper way. Again, confusion fills the air. You take his hand and walk him into the tiny bathroom in the corner of the bar. A one-person facility, nothing fancy.

If he hasn’t figured it out already, you tell him “The proper way to thank me would be to give me your cock. After all, I gave you a drink. It’s only fair that you give me something wet in return”. With no other words spoken, you sit on the closed toilet, giving you the perfect cock-level view. You unbuckle his belt, and the button, and the zipper, allowing his pants to drop to his ankles.

You treat the bulging outline of his undies with the lightest of touches. He softly moans, not wanting to let the bar crowd know what’s happening…. yet. You slide the last remaining barrier between you and his hardness down, and his still-swelling cock pops up to meet your face.

Still, without saying a thing, you take him into your mouth. You feel him grow bigger, feeling his skin grow taut. Now, you’re ready to begin. I have no need to tell you how to suck a cock. I learned of your skills earlier, and now it’s time to share this with others.

You feel him tighten up, and you brace for the explosion. He fills your mouth, forcing you to gulp several times to get his seed down your throat. You wrap your lips around his base, and slowly move toward the tip, milking any last drop into your mouth.

He’s exhausted. You’ve given him the wild kind of orgasm that makes a man’s body go weak from head to toe. You pull up his boxers and help him with his pants. As he is about to open the door, you grab his forearm. He looks at you. You mouth the words “Thank you”, just as he did from across the bar. With the widest grin on his face you’ve ever seen, he opens the door and heads back toward his stool. You quickly check your look in the bathroom mirror, then walk out as well.

You nod to me, telling me your mission has been completed. I tip the bartender and we both head for the door. We exit as quietly as we entered. The men outside take another look at your wiggling ass before we get into the car.

I replace your blindfold, and we’re off on another adventure. No one knew us there, and they still don’t know. All they know is the outlandish story the bar regular tells of his encounter. They wonder if it will ever happen again. To some, it will be the strangest occurrence in that tiny bar….ever! They will talk about you for weeks, months….maybe longer.

It’s then that you realize…

You are a living legend.

(You’re welcome)
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