Back in high school, I had a relationship with a teacher. At the time I didn't process whether it was right or wrong. I was under his spell--and ended up enjoying being his submissive slut.
Now, fifteen years later, and divorced, I'm sitting at my computer with my finger over the 'Enter' key. If I press the key, I'm committing to meeting an older gentleman about a mile from my home. We have been chatting online for about a week. Now, he wants to know if I'm interested or not. Yes or No. In other words, either stop sexting him or come over and suck his cock.
I pressed 'Enter.'
What happened next, reminded me of my experience in high school. I immediately felt numb and under his control. I took a shower and took special care to wash my hard seven inch cock. I soaped up my crack and inserted my soapy finger into my ass--to make sure it was clean--just as he instructed.
Thirty minutes later I was standing outside the front door of his beautiful home. I knocked lightly. Nothing. I started to panic. Maybe I'm at the wrong house. I rang the bell. I heard a faint call. "Come on in. We're in back."
We? I didn't know there would be more than one. I thought about leaving. What am I doing?
But I was unable to turn back. I opened the front door and stepped across the threshold. My cock was hard and uncomfortable. I took off my shoe and put them next to another pair of men's sports shoes.
"Leave your clothes at the door and come through to the back yard."
"Okay?" My voice was weak and my throat was dry.
I removed all my clothes and left them in a neat pile. My hard cock led the way. I moved through the living room where beautiful statues of naked men and women adorned the way. I passed through a massive kitchen and found the door to the patio. I took a deep breath and opened the door.
Immediately before me sat an elderly man wearing a partially open robe which exposed a nice chest. He nodded. "Nice to meet you Stan." You have a really nice body.
I shook my head knowing that my body was average. I walked over to shake his hand. It was somewhat awkward since my hard-on bounced as I approached him. "Nice to meet you Phil!"
He waved his arm to the next chair. "This is my friend . . . Don."