I am a 45 yo married white guy. I appear to everyone as a straight, normal guy, but I have another side my girlfriend, family and friends never see... I am a very horny, cock hungry submissive around men and enjoy being a slut for dominant men! I also love dressing up like a slut and being used and degraded.
I keep myself in good shape and keep my body shaved smooth. My girlfriend likes this, so it helps me when I want to put on lingere or a sexy pair of panties and serve a real Man!
Recently I spent a few nights at a hotel in a distant city on business. I had logged onto Grindr when I got there, and had one hook up the first night with a late 20's guy who called me a cum whore and bossed me around a bit before "making me" suck his cock and swallow his load.
The second night I met a Man in a mall restroom and sucked him off before he quickly left.
After a third night of flakes, I decided to up the ante.
The second to last night if my stay, I edited my Grindr post to state I was very much into degredation/humiliation and W/S (I love being pissed on by a dominant Man) and waited to see what happened.
Soon I started chatting with a guy the next hotel over (500 feet away) He was mid 30's, fit and said he wasn't looking for a hook up.
I kept chatting with him as nobody else hit me up and several of my messages to other Men went un-answered.
Over the course of our chat, I told him about my submissive nature and how I love to please, be dominated and that I was into water sports and being a sissy slut for men. The conversation tapered off around midnight.
The next night (last of my trip) I figured nothing was going to happen. I got into the room after work, painted my toe and fingernails a bright blue, made sure my body was shaved smooth and got ready to spend the evening gooning to guys on Twitter and edge myself to porn.
The guy I had been chatting with the night before sent me a message. "Get over here bitch, I need to use a fag!"
Before I knew what I was doing I sent a response... "Be right over!" He sent me his room number. I quickly put on my lace thong panties, short shorts, a tank top, flop flops and headed over.
On my way I kept my hands in my pockets to hide my painted nails and thought I was making a mistake.
On the third knock at his door, after about 3-4 minutes of waiting, he opened the door.
He was better looking than his pictures! He was wearing only a towel and in response to me knocking 3 times said, "Persistent faggot aren't you?"
"Yes Sir!" I answered quickly, my heart racing. He let me in the room and closed the door, locking the deadbolt.
He looked at me and said, "If you stay, I own your bitch ass for three hours, the word "no" does not exist and you will be my slut. You have three seconds, get naked or get out!"
After about a one second hesitation, my desire to be used took over! I kicked off my sandals and pulled my shirt off and dropped my shorts. He grabbed my hand and looked me over with an approving nod.