I stood naked beside the bed. My hard cock jutted straight out from my body betraying my excitement.
"I have never done this before," I said softly.
"But it excites you doesn't it?"
"I guess so," I answered as my cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.
"You guess so? It's a yes or no question. Does it excite you?"
"Yes," I replied honestly as I cast my eyes to the floor.
"Yes what!"
"Yes master," I quickly corrected. My cock twitched as the words hit my ears. I had always been straight or maybe a little curious and I had never been with a man. I was most definitely submissive and that is where my curiosity had begun. It started with Femdom scenarios and porn. That led to Cuckolding fantasies and thoughts of forced bisexuality but in all my fantasies there was a sexy woman present. She would participate and order me to do things outside of my comfort zone but this was different. There was no woman here ordering me to do things. There was just me and him.
"Good answer slave," he said as he reached out and flicked my cock hard with his finger.
I jumped as the sharp contact but inside I felt warm and pleased with myself.
"Undress me," he ordered.
I moved slowly and deliberately toward him. My hands trembled slightly with a combination of nervousness and excitement. "Yes master," I replied as I grabbed the hem of his tight fitting black tee shirt and lifted it up over his head exposing his smooth tan torso. His chest and arms were muscular and defined as if they were lifted straight from the pages of Muscle and Fitness Magazine and his abs were tight and rippled without an ounce of fat covering them. I fought the urge to touch his bare skin and unsnapped his tight jeans before slowly falling to my knees.
My face was level with his crotch and I stared at the prominent bulge as my trembling fingers hooked into his belt loops and pulled the tight dark denim to the floor.
He stepped out of his jeans with my assistance and stood quietly in front of me wearing only a pair of black bikini briefs. He allowed my eyes to soak in his powerful physique before ordering me to my feet. "Do you like what you see slave?"
"Yes master," I answered quickly. "You have an incredible body."
"Would you like to touch it?"
"Yes master, I would like very much to touch your body. May I please?" I asked. My voice sounded strange to me, as though the words had come from somewhere and someone else.
"Yes slave, you may touch my body but not my cock."
"Thank you master," I said as I reached out and touched his broad muscular chest. His skin was soft and hairless like a woman's but beneath the skin it was hard. The combination was incredible and my hands roamed over his body and toyed with his nipples as my cock throbbed ceaselessly.
"Let me get comfortable," he said as me climbed onto the bed and lay back with his hands behind his head. He pointed to the spot between his splayed thighs and I wordlessly climbed between his legs. "Continue," he ordered.
My hands resumed their minstrations on his smooth chest as my hard cock rubbed lightly against his briefs. I leaned forward as I gently massaged his chest. "May I," I asked as I lowered my lips toward his nipples.
"Yes slave, do it, give into your desires and please me."
"Thank you master," I said breathlessly as my lips touched his skin. I could taste the salt on his skin. My tongue flicked out and slithered across his muscular chest gliding toward his engorged left nipple.
He moaned softly as I sucked his nipple into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it just like I had done thousands of times with my wife. What would she have said if she could have witnessed my taboo adventure.
My hands continued to rub his body as I moved across the broad expanse of his chest to his other nipple. I sucked hard, drawing it into my wide stretched mouth and he moaned loudly.
"You are a good slave," he praised as I lavished wet sloppy attention on his smooth chest. I felt his cock hard against my legs and it thrilled me to know that I was the cause of his excitement.
I slowly moved down his body, licking and sucking the soft skin of his tight well defined abs on a journey to his manhood. My mouth touched the fabric of his briefs and I inhaled his essence. I could smell the faint musk of his excitement and I fought a powerful urge to free his cock from the confines of his briefs and wrap my lips around it.
"You may touch it slave," he said nonchalantly, "but only through my briefs."
"Yes master, thank you sir," I said thankfully as I pressed my lips to his cotton covered cock and ran my tongue over it. I could see a wet spot above his cock head where precum had soaked the cotton and my tongue was guided to it as if by magnetic attraction. I sucked hard on the wet spot tasting his cream for the first time. I moaned as the reality gripped me.
"You're a hungry bitch aren't you," he teased as I greedily licked and sucked his cotton covered dick.
"Yes master," I moaned as I fought to gain control of my rabid lust. I was literally shaking with excitement.
"Do you want my cock slave?" He asked in a stern commanding voice.
"Yes master, I need your cock." It was his cock that I was after. I was filled with rabid cock lust. It
My cock lust had begun with the cuckold movies and it had consumed me. Every time I had masturbated I was filled with fantasies of sucking cock. My wife was traditional and I knew she would never understand. When I was alone I often found myself searching craigslist for couples seeking men for bisexual adventures but I never replied. When I came across my masters ad I was inexplicably drawn to it. It made no pretense to bisex but it had a picture of his naked body and the words "Cum serve me and be my slut." I replied immediately with a picture and a short letter telling him that I was bicurious, submissive and I wanted to be his slut. I told him I could host and he told me he would be over at 6:00PM. He was promt and minutes after he arrived he led me to my bedroom and ordered me to strip for him.
