Someone else's fantasy

I love bisexual boys.

There is something so appealing about a man who takes it up the arse without the God-fearing anxiety that this may somehow immediately rob him of his masculinity and likes to play with me. Bonus.

This one is a ballet dancer I chance upon in a fetish club.

Actually, it's my friend who does, marvelling at his rock hard abs. I join the conversation and soon it's clear that my dommy attire (high-waisted jodhpurs, thigh-high boots, a see through black shirt buttoned up to the neck, my short white hair slicked back with a Teutonic efficiency and a riding crop in my hand) holds quite an attraction to our boy. It's just an outfit, but as they say, look the part, be the part.

'Come with me', I say in an imperious manner, and walk away. He follows me to the play area. My friend waves us off happily. We like to share.

We find the nearest fuck booth and play for a bit. And chat in between all the kissing and rubbing. I am direct to the point of rudeness but he's happy to answer all of my questions. He likes to play with the boys. Likes to be fucked by them. 

Well, I am not a boy and I don't have a strap-on handy. But do I have an idea. Idea that is really my own idea of having fun, but I decide to try it on him.

'I want you to wank for me. Lie down'

He does so obediently, holding his rock-hard cock eagerly.

He starts wanking and closes his eyes.

'Open your eyes', I order. 'And look at me'

He does, his hand on his cock, palms working the head of it in short strokes. 

I lean against the wall, watching him, tapping my boot with the crop in time with his rhythm.

I love watching boys wank, their techniques, favourite moves, exercised so thoroughly over the years.

He reaches out to touch me.

'No. Do not touch me!', I lash the offending hand with a sharp stroke of the crop. 'Focus on yourself'

He retracts the hand but eyes are still fixed on mine. He clearly likes being told.

I start talking slowly. Savouring every word.

'What and I going to do with you? I think I will take you to a gay nightclub, you little... boy slut. Because you like boys. I will take you to a dark room. You know, a dark room, full of sweaty big men, wanking, blowing each other and fucking up the arse. Sweat and cum everywhere. Can you smell it?'

He wanks even harder now and starts moaning.

'Be quiet', I gently put the soft tip of the riding crop on his mouth.'I don't want to hear you. Promise to be quiet. Just nod your head'

He does eagerly and I can see precum dripping onto his palms. I run the whip up and down his chest, occasionally teasing his nipples.

'I will put you in the corner, cuff you and write 'USE ME' on your back with a glow-in-the-dark marker in nice big letters so you are shining in the dark like a good cum slut that you are. I will have the men queue up to fuck you. Big hairy bears, one by one taking you up the arse. I may let them bareback you as well. Depending on what mood I'll be in'

I can see how close he is to coming because he starts arching and his fingers work his cock even faster now.

'Stop', I say. He doesn't.

'I said stop!' and I swiftly catch his hand with the tip of my crop. It definitely hurts enough for him to stop.

I come closer, kneel and start whispering into his ear.

'There will be men fucking you, there will be men all around you wanking, covering you in cum. Your back, your shoulders, your hair and face. You will be dripping in it.'

His eyes stare at me pleadingly, his cock straining for touch. His own, mine, anybody's. I am half tempted to leave him there and find an obliging cock now. But that would be cruel and logistical nightmare anyway.

'You may wank again', I say. I know he's ready. He grabs his cock and starts again in furious strokes.

'And you know what? I am there all the time, watching you. Chatting with the other men, laughing, pointing at you, managing the queue. And after taking at least 6 you will be too sore to take any more and you will start crying. So to make you shut up, I will have the biggest cock in the room fuck you in your mouth, right down your throat to keep you quiet and have another sodomise you again. So that you will be fucked in all holes to make you understand that you are a little dirty boy slut'

And that does it. He spurts, groaning and shaking, onto these rock hard abs, pumping his cock right until the last drop.

As his spasms quieten, I put my hand on his forehead and stroke him gently.

'Are you all right?', I ask. For some reason I fear I may have gone too far or it was too intense or whatever.

'Yes, and thank you. Thank you', he replies and closes his eyes.

In public

I meet him in a ball pit in a fetish club. You know, one of these things designed for kids, ball pits, not fetish clubs. And I feel like a kid as I am just slowly taking off on MDMA with a massive rush, luxuriating in textures and shapes, happy like an 8-year-old.

He plonks himself next to me. Slim, strawberry blonde, beautiful.

We chat for a bit as you do. His elfin face and feminine affectation is very endearing. I am easy and flowing. It all feels good.

Then he kisses me. His tongue is small, delightful, teasing. We are kissing and kissing and kissing, under the constant waterfall of falling balls. My face keeps disappearing, enveloped in darkness. 

All there is, is his lips.

In the end, I open my corset myself then guide his hand in. I want him on my breasts. I like the body to body experience of teenage-like lust. Gentle pinch of the nipples from his hands, I utter a vocal appreciation of it as I start moaning into his mouth. He pulls me closer and I feel his cock, hard and teasing my thigh. I feel that overwhelming aching need to have him inside me now.

He's the man in the situation.

"Shall we go to the Couples' Room?", he asks with that delightful eagerness that mirrors mine.

He doesn't need to ask me that. I want that beautiful man to fuck me so much I would climb Mount Everest in flip flops.

We are rushing there, I lead, navigating the crowd so quickly he barely keeps up with me. And once we are there, behind the muslin curtains, we go for the first available space, next to a couple leisurely playing with each other.

We lay down, kiss more and I am now free to writhe under him at will. He takes off his trousers and I see his cock. It's so beautiful it takes my breath away. Pink, thick, smooth, just the right length with a well trimmed bush, hard as rock. Delicious.

I want to suck it  but a stupid self-conscious thought of appearing too needy gets into my head. Never mind because he is on top of me, still kissing me, saliva dropping from his mouth into mine. I lock him between my thighs. I feels right.

I want him now. I rip off my corset and then comically struggle with my leggings and boots.

"Do you have any condoms?' 

"No", his face displays sheer desperation which is a mirror image of mine. I want him inside me. I want that gorgeous thickness to penetrate me.

He dashes off to ask around but I am entertained. The guy in the couple next to us starts fingering me and I like it. I touch his girl's tits, fascinated by the set up. I have never done it before but it feels natural. I love her nipples.

My boy is back. With a condom. He puts it on his cock and he enters me. It's heaven. You see, for a me, to have a hard, beautiful cock inside me is always a special happening. It's a big compliment.

For a moment he goes soft and I can see his beautiful boyish face furrow in worry.

"Stop it', I say. "Stop it. You are so gorgeous. Let me suck your cock"

And I do. Good Lord, he tastes like heaven. Musky, clean, fragrant. I give him long wet leisurely licks, dripping saliva on my chin, then take it all the way down to my throat. I feel him harden as he moans and holds my hair. He's a talker too and I like it.

"God, you are amazing at it. Don't stop." he whispers to me. I know I am good. The Teacher taught me how to suck cock properly.

And he's ready again.

He starts fucking me from behind holding my neck. I sway towards him, hungry for more, for him to fill me up. He moans and stretches, his hands cling to my neck a bit harder and he comes in a shudder while I squeeze his cock with my soaked cunt.

I turn around, look at his cock all wet, softening slowly, with his sperm in a neat pool at the end of the condom. I take it off and lick the tip of his cock. I smile. I knew his spunk would be as delicious as the whole of him.

'You are amazing', he says kissing my face gently.

'So are you... Would you like to be my lover?', I respond.

'Yes, I would love to', he breathes into my neck.

We get up and face several people around us, watching us, smiling and giving us thumbs up.

I smile graciously.

And, I can't wait to fuck him again.