As an architectural photographer I often find myself in empty, new buildings all by myself. Right before a project opens is typically when I'm hired to photograph the space; when everything is all set up but tenants haven't moved in yet. I've been photographing a lot of assisted living facilities the last few years for a great client. These buildings have been all over the Midwest and they're usually totally empty except for myself and occasionally an assistant who stages the shots. This time I was alone at a facility in Lincoln, Nebraska in early spring. And, as usual I was horny as hell and on the lookout for someone or something to fuck; plain and simple.
As I made my way through the two-day photo shoot, from space to space, I was getting increasingly horny and was fantasizing about seeing someone else in there; either female or male, it didn't really matter. As I was photographing one of the kitchens I saw a box of bagels to use as props. Nice, fresh, soft yet firm, smooth bagels. Hmmm.. my mind wandered. What if? What would that hole feel like? Hmm.. Could I fit in that hole?.. My cock started to grow just thinking about a possible sex "partner"; albeit one made out of flour and water. So, down the hall to the spa I went with my new partner.
As I locked the spa door I thought I heard something outside in the hallway, but since I was alone in the building it had to just be the mechanical system or something. All I could think about was my newfound little hole and working out some sexual frustration on that bagel! My sex life has been pretty non-existent lately. It's been months since I've been in a regular sexual relationship with anyone. I've had a few one-night stands, both with men and women; sometimes at the same time, but nothing steady. I was ready to fuck that little bagel asshole to get some of my pent-up tensions worked out. I was picturing two things as I unzipped my cargo shorts and let them fall to the brand new tile floor of that spa: I was thinking of fucking the tight asshole of some unknown woman, and I was thinking that it was my asshole being fucked by some unknown guy! I like them both equally and right then I didn't care which one was about to happen in my mind.
I slid my thong underwear down (yes, I wear thong underwear, I love bending over and having the thong material rub against my asshole) and held the bagel at the perfect fucking height on the rim of the spa tub with the lift over it, for lifting older folks into it. I started to stick my fully erect cock against that little opening. It felt good, just to stick my cock head against that smooth little hole. I started to press and press, trying to force my cock into that firm little hole but it wouldn't budge. I was trying to rape that bagel but I couldn't get my cock through the opening! I noticed some Vaseline on a shelf and reached for it and as I did the bagel slipped off the end of my cock. I bent over to pick it up and started to get the feeling that someone was watching me or someone was outside or something. By that point there could have a stadium full of people watching me, all I could think about was fucking that bagel asshole! I would pretend that it was Leslie's asshole. She was the interior designer at the firm that hired me and she was hot as hell. She's in her late-50s with short black hair, brown eyes and only stood about five feet tall and couldn't have weighed 100 pounds soaking wet. I'd love to see her soaking wet someday.
This wasn't helping my cock any to think of her, it just made me want to force my cock into that tight, puckered bagel hole even more now that it was Leslie's asshole! At least in my mind it was Leslie's asshole. She was married and was literally twice my age and she always wore sexy sandals. I wanted to lick her beautiful, sexy feet and toes every time we had a photo shoot together. I pictured holding her down on her stomach and taking off her sandals and sucking on her toes and licking her sexy little feet and then working my way up to her sexy little asshole. She always wore black stretch pants and I could just imagine her naked in that position on her stomach with her feet in my mouth and I'd work my way up her sexy little legs and finally to her little figure-skater-like ass cheeks and that prized tight little virgin asshole. Her husband was in his 70s and I couldn't imagine that they had much sex. She was always flirting and some of our e-mails ended up with some definite sexual innuendo relating to our photo shoots.
So, as I'm rubbing Vaseline on my cock and working it around and into that bagel hole, Leslie's sweet bagel hole, I hear the other door to the spa open! There I am, standing with my greased cock sticking straight out and a fresh bagel all ready to be fucked, when in walks some guy, about sixty years old or so! He's got a set of keys on his belt and some sort of a uniform on. OH NO, he's a janitor for the new building!
