Like many here, I’ve dipped in and out of Fabs for a long time and in various guises. I’ve had several couples profiles, In fact two of then still exist though they are dormant. A prize to anyone who can spot them! My current single profile has existed for over five years and although it might only show 20 verifications I’m sure the genuine folk here will understand that not everyone wants their darker side to be shown when their main interest here is vanilla-ish couples. I have friends who have never heard of Fabs however, although without exception they do know that I play. Honesty is important to me and I don’t think it has put anyone off, quite the contrary!
So why am I telling you this? Well I have arranged a little fun for a friend who I have known for a good few years and who has had profiles here and I want to make sure I have the right guys to join in.
In truth it will be a repeat of a previous evenings entertainment I have held for Paula, and for that matter a few other female friends. I will describe one of the last events and hope some of the real reliable performers will want an invite.
Many years ago I worked out the key to a good evening is a good start. Sitting round for a chat and waiting and waiting, and hoping for it all to kick off is not ideal. Therefore, I always kick with a positive start. I’m lucky in my home is very private. I therefore tend to give instructions which start with getting out of the car naked, walking through the front door and standing naked in front of me and putting on a very specific display. The details vary, the principle remains the same.
I had not met Paula in three years although we had kept in touch. The last time we met had defiantly been hardcore. One on one that ended with marks that lasted a little too long. Wax is not quite as benign as you may think.
So we decided we both wanted to catch up. A date was arranged. A reminder of my postcode given. Following my instructions to the letter, Paula arrived on time. The house is an oak frame barn and the front door opens directly into the main open plan living room. Paula let herself in and found me seated. Nothing was said. No acknowledgement. She stood in front of me and removed her clothes. All of them. And stood in from of me totally naked. She placed one foot on the coffee table allowing me a good view of her shaved cunt. She used her figures to pull herself wide apart. She was clearly very wet and excited. I watched as she played with herself, holding eye contact. A puddle formed on the floor.
I gestured with my figure and Paula came and knelt in front of me. She unbuckled my belt and popped the button on my jeans. I raised my buttocks so she could slide my jeans off. As usual I was commando. She took my cock in her mouth and worked my balls. As I became fully hard I gripped her head and forced her head down onto my cock. She gagged but never once showed any sign of compliant. For the first time I spoke. “ Go on ch*ke you bitch” I said as I forced my cock down her throat. In her squatted position she was wide open and I could hear her drip onto the slate floor.
I lifted her head by pulling her hair and leaned back in the chair and lifted my legs flat against by stomach. She knew what to do. Paula’s tongue work down around my balls and down to my arse. Her tongue worked its way deep in. She was doing it because that is what she had been told to do. She was being owned.
“Table” I said. She knew exactly what to do from previous occasions. She walked over to the large refectory table and bend over. She used her hands to spread her cheeks wide. She stayed like that until I had enjoyed the view and quietly I got up. I quietly slid my leather belt out of the hoops on my jeans. I came up behind her, placed her hands on the table and placed my cock between her arse cheeks. I slid up and down feeling her swollen lips wrap around me. I kept teasing. I could feel her push back trying to capture me. I kept pulling back, leaving her, standing back, watching her gape and drip. I did this four or five times. She was knowing the routine, Feeling my cock slide between her lips, an minute of depravation, followed by the rush as I remade contact, knowing at some point soon I would not slide along but in.
And then instead of feeling my cock re-engage she felt, without any warning, my belt. Hard. Very hard across her arse. Not once. A good six strokes. And, fractions of a second after the last stroke she felt my cock as I rammed myself into her hard. Paula has always been a gusher but now she was in reality just pissing herself. Trying not to slip of the slate floor was a real issue. Not the best time to be calling 999 after sustaining a fracture whilst slipping on the floor!
The room is not warm but we are both sweating as I thrust hard and repeatedly. Every so often I withdraw and spank her arse with the flat of my hand. There is nothing gentle. I put as much effort in as I can. I can feel the heat from the redness.
I need a rest. Not quite as young as I used to be although I’m not bad and the gym defiantly helps.
“On you back” Paula obliges. She has still not uttered a word.
When reading porn there becomes a point where people lose interest because the writer gets carried away and loses reality. So yes the next part is that I fist Paula. However as a few of you lucky people will soon see for yourself Paula is extremely accommodating. You will hopefully watch as she uses a wine bottle, bottom end first on herself.
Back to the story. I clench my fist and just push. No subtlety. Just force. Paula is the only girl I wold ever do this to. Because she can take it and because she loves it. To start it’s just fist deep but gradually deeper and deeper. Paula would love girls to watch her and she how far she can accommodate. I think it is a full twelve inches. Maybe someone can film and measure. Offers welcome!!!
After a couple of minutes I slide my cock into her arse. Not the easiest thing to do, fucking and arse whilst fisting however if you look at my profile you will see I managed to go one better by filming it at the same time, although the pictures are of me with another friend.
We had a rest, a cup of tea (it was the middle of the day) and a chat, Yes she finally was allowed to speak. As is usual in these situations we had round two. A slower tempo,. Different buttons pushed.
And as a finale I took her into the stables. She knelt down in front of me and I pissed over her.
If you like I will tell you about other experiences. However anyone who wants to help me give Paula another group experience next Saturday, 20th October please get in touch
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