Submissivepat
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Gave a blow job in a BDSM club.
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After party handjob from the hosts girlfriend right in the livingroom couch while he watched.There are many occasions I’ve indulged in such activity in risky circumstances. Two come to mind and both concern public transport.
First example: I once wanked a guy off on the back seat of the upper deck of a London Bus as we crawled up Regent Street during a busy lunchtime. When he came he shot all over the back of the seat in front. Needless to say this was in the pre-CCTV era!
The other occasion, also pre-CCTV, occurred when I was travelling home on a night bus. I lived close to the bus depot. Mine was the final stop. The young male conductor had collected my fare earlier and when not too far from my destination, he came upstairs again, probably to check if anyone was still on the upper deck. I was the only remaining passenger.
He came along the aisle to the rear seats where I was sitting and leaning against the back of the seat in front of me, asked if I’d been anywhere nice. I told him I’d been to a club. He asked which one and I told him Heaven which was a very popular gay venue at the time, but probably not known about by straight people. He obviously knew it as he asked: “Did you score?” then adjusted the front of his trousers. I replied “Not this time.” ”I’ve been there,” he said. “ Great place. Very hot.” He adjusted what appeared to be a slightly larger bulge.
”Boldly, I said “Do you want any help with that?” He replied ”Have to be quick as we’re getting close to the depot.” As he was saying that he unzipped and fished out his lovely fat cock, almost at full erection. I reached out and, spitting on my hand, grasped his cock and started wanking it. He leaned back, eyes closed and let out a sigh. “Go faster!” he moaned. I did, delving inside his fly with my other hand and gently pulling out a pair of ample balls. I cupped them in my hand as I jacked him off furiously. “Oh, fuck!” he gasped. I leaned forward and took his bell-end in my mouth as I finished him off down my throat.
Before I got off the bus we exchanged phone numbers and had many hot sessions in the safety of my flat afterwards.
Now it’s your turn, folks!
This was the story where he couldn't watch anymore and walked out just before she finished me hard and fast. It was wild..After party handjob from the hosts girlfriend right in the livingroom couch while he watched.
It was extraordinary. Blew my mind.
So many crazy handjobs over the years. Several times while driving in broad daylight in traffic.There are many occasions I’ve indulged in such activity in risky circumstances. Two come to mind and both concern public transport.
First example: I once wanked a guy off on the back seat of the upper deck of a London Bus as we crawled up Regent Street during a busy lunchtime. When he came he shot all over the back of the seat in front. Needless to say this was in the pre-CCTV era!
The other occasion, also pre-CCTV, occurred when I was travelling home on a night bus. I lived close to the bus depot. Mine was the final stop. The young male conductor had collected my fare earlier and when not too far from my destination, he came upstairs again, probably to check if anyone was still on the upper deck. I was the only remaining passenger.
He came along the aisle to the rear seats where I was sitting and leaning against the back of the seat in front of me, asked if I’d been anywhere nice. I told him I’d been to a club. He asked which one and I told him Heaven which was a very popular gay venue at the time, but probably not known about by straight people. He obviously knew it as he asked: “Did you score?” then adjusted the front of his trousers. I replied “Not this time.” ”I’ve been there,” he said. “ Great place. Very hot.” He adjusted what appeared to be a slightly larger bulge.
”Boldly, I said “Do you want any help with that?” He replied ”Have to be quick as we’re getting close to the depot.” As he was saying that he unzipped and fished out his lovely fat cock, almost at full erection. I reached out and, spitting on my hand, grasped his cock and started wanking it. He leaned back, eyes closed and let out a sigh. “Go faster!” he moaned. I did, delving inside his fly with my other hand and gently pulling out a pair of ample balls. I cupped them in my hand as I jacked him off furiously. “Oh, fuck!” he gasped. I leaned forward and took his bell-end in my mouth as I finished him off down my throat.
Before I got off the bus we exchanged phone numbers and had many hot sessions in the safety of my flat afterwards.
Now it’s your turn, folks!
Nice! I love it when there is the risk of her mother finding out.So many crazy handjobs over the years. Several times while driving in broad daylight in traffic.
Once while driving to Indy from Florida on I-65 in Louisville Kentucky about 5 a.m. (after driving all night). The kinky thing about that one was that her mother was asleep in the back seat. That was risky…lol
Another pretty kinky one was at Pirates Of The Caribbean at Disney World during a thunderstorm. I had a rain poncho on and the wifey stroked me to orgasm. Ah the good ole days.