Like many before him we met on MANHUNT. Unlike any before, he first wanted to meet at a lux downtown oyster bar. This guy was handsome, sharply dressed and muscular to boot! He was looking for someone that would submit to him and service his every need. I just needed a place to stay. Little did I know that for the next month I would become his slave and relish every cum soaked minute of it!
I had an idea of what he wanted before we met but over cocktails and appetizers that I couldn’t possibly afford he explained that his previous partner had died and now he needed a replacement. Someone who sleeps on the floor, serves him his meals, and sucks his cock when he needs release.
I was defiant about being a servant but I was too curious to say no. I wanted to see more of his lavish life and I wanted to see just how big the bulge in his pants really was. So we went to his apartment which was furnished more like an office than anything. He stripped me down and instructed me to wait for him on my hands and knees with my back straight.
I did as I was told and he left the room for what seemed like hours. Waiting for him turned me on in a way I hadn’t experienced. It was the anticipation that started to make my cock swell and I became eager enough for release that I didn’t dare move from my spot. Eventually he came back and without a word sat on my lower back like I was an ottoman. He grabbed my cock from behind and started milking it while he worked his fingers into my hole.
Right when I was about to cum, suddenly, he stood up and told me I could sleep on the kitchen floor. He said if I wanted release I could jerk myself off but only now in his presence and only if I did it onto my own face. So I flipped around and put my butt in the air so that every drop from cock landed squarely on my nose and mouth. He walked over and slapped my ass. Told me to look forward to tomorrow, and you know something? I did look forward to it even sleeping on the cold linoleum.
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