(Author's note: this is a transcript of an actual cybersex session I had with a married man. Feel free to contact me if you'd like to try this, or if you just want to comment. Names have been changed to protect the culpable.)
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BRENT:
And just so you can get a mental image of who will be fucking you, I'm 6 ft, 190 lbs., light brown hair, green eyes, and in pretty good shape. More lean than muscular I guess. And my cock is seven inches, cut, and VERY hard right now.
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TIM:
Can I stroke your hard cock? If I do, will you want to force me to service you, maybe grab my hair and push down on my head, push me to my knees? I part my lips and lick them with my tongue in invitation, a bit shy but hoping you'll take control and make me do all the dirty things I secretly want to do to please you ...
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Mmmmm, yeah. Stroke my cock. I see you're getting hard just from touching my dick, but you don't get to touch yourself yet. You're here to please me, slut. That it's, grab it right at the base and jerk it nice and slow. That feels so good. I'm can see the look in your eyes as you watch your hand work my meat. You look practically hypnotized by the sight of my big dick. I know what you want, and you're in luck because I want it too.
I take you by your hair and pull you in close, face to face. I can read all the nasty thoughts runninng through your mind. You're already breathing heavy. I put my hand on your chest, and feel your heart rapidlypounding. I start to push you down, but you resist.
"No...I...."
"Let's get one thing straight, bitch. There's one thing I want your mouth for right now, and it's not for speaking. Get on your knees, whore."
You comply. You're bigger than me, you could probably fight me off if you really wanted to, but you don't. You slip down to your knees with your eyes looking into mine the entire way. Your tongue flicks out and licks the pre-cum that's beginning to form at my tip. But I'm not here to take things slowly. I grab two fistfuls of your hair and thrust my hips forward...
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I was expecting you to go slow and gentle, seeing as how I've never done this before, but my cock is hard from how you're treating me -- I actually like being roughly forced to my knees. I like you grabbing my hair and jamming your hard cock down my throat. I'm gagging -- my virgin throat can't take you all the way down yet, because your cock is so big. I look up at you with pleading eyes, and you relent for now and back off so only your cockhead is inside me.
"Lick it, bitch. Run your tongue over my cockhead," you demand.
I tease you by pulling off and saying, "Please, no more. I've changed my mind. I don't want to be a slut who --"
You slap my cheek, not hard, just enough to play along with my feigned reluctance. I feel a thrill at your dominance, but try to hide my eagerness to do anything you want.