Only for slaves who are into BDSM and enjoy anonymous sex, The Darkroom Encounter is a bizarre, kinky sex story.
Since not everybody enjoys having sex with strangers in the dark.
Particularly when you don't even know who the dominant stranger in the darkroom is, it's difficult to feel dominant with a strapon.
For him, the darkroom was always a gathering place for gays looking for quick, anonymous sex, for perverts who couldn't find anyone to fuck with them in the light, and for people other than him.
Nevertheless, he found himself in a darkroom, and his time there left him more than perplexed.
He had once more shown up alone, single, and in search of that special woman, that special high, and sex—preferably special sex—in a swingers club.
Even though it was his first time in this club, he had previously visited swinger clubs.
He didn't always like it, though.
He passed by the glory hole wall in front of the darkroom in this club.
She commandedingly mumbled: just as he was about to try to look through one of the big holes for perhaps a glimpse of excitement.
enter the building.
It was like a wind gust that was about to turn into a storm, a hurricane from which he would never be able to escape.
He therefore entered the darkroom after listening to the voice there instead of staying away from it.
He looked at women way too much to engage in sexual activity in the dark, and he preferred them to men anyway.
He was just about to decide to go back outside when a hand grabbed his wrist firmly, pushed him into a corner, and twisted him against the wall.
He briefly thought about yelling, wondering if this was the start of a rape, but instead realized it was a woman's hand now running down his body, which felt demanding but not violent.
Although he preferred to see women in their natural state, he could hear her breath and felt her pressing up against him.
Was her leather bra made of latex?
or while wearing suspenders.
or wearing stockings and high heels.
His pants were pulled down after she gave him a hard bum slap.
Furthermore, BDSM wasn't really his thing.
She was doing something that felt fantastic.
She grabbed his balls from behind with a firm grip, allowed him to wriggle while she held him, and performed actions that he ordinarily only did in his dreams.
Okay, so perhaps he did have a few BDSM fantasies in which a powerful, attractive woman simply absconded with him, with no explanation and without the usual signs of a relationship.
As she moved on his back and tightened her grip, she started massaging.
eroticizingly, rhythmically, and promisingly.
He abruptly felt a boner press up against his posterior.
He uncontrollably flinched, but her hold on him wouldn't budge: had he become involved with a tranny?
She said in a soothing voice, "Stay!".
This seductive woman with the panting breath behind him was wearing a strap-on, which he tried to focus on as he tried to identify the boner on his ass.
The only sounds in the darkroom were her breathing and his happy chuckle as she moved forward and performed amazing feats with his cock.
He tried to feel his hands back toward her, but she immediately told him to keep his fingers away with his free hand.
Okay, lady, then refrain from, he thought.
I then take it all in and enjoy it.
As he was about to move, she stopped him with a firm grip as her beat picked up.
The abrupt stop nearly caused him to scream.
She forbade him from reaching for his throbbing cock to engage in self-masturbation, which irritated and greatly aroused him.
Instead, she probed deeper into his butt crack with the strapon in search of the anal entrance.
Because of his excessive orgasmic cravings, he exposed himself to the strange woman in the darkroom.
She gently slid into him.
His entire body was vibrating, and if someone had been in the darkroom, he could have sensed the lust for sex in the air.
He had to admit it: the strapon felt awesome.
At that precise moment, when no one was looking, he made the decision that having sex in the dark was fantastic and allowed a strange, dominant woman to fuck him from behind.
He simply didn't care what people thought of him because they couldn't see him.
He seemed to enjoy it as she milked him like a cow with hard, jerky pressure while letting the strapon and her hand dance.
He screamed, he blew up, and he felt fantastic!
It took him some time to come to after finishing and letting her go so that he could finger the wipes and dry his sticky cum.
His hands reached out in an attempt to touch her, but they came up empty.
He looked around the room but found himself alone.
Where did the BDSM lady go so quick, had he only dreamed this sex story?
When he crawled out of the darkroom, he noticed smiling faces at the counter, but neither of them fit the strange BDSM woman's fantasy and neither was sporting a leather bra.
She smiled as she handed him a large glass of water and the waiter, a lovely woman in her mid-thirties, who he would have liked, said:.
"Your anonymous sex in the darkroom must have been awesome.". She thought, "Your screams must have been heard from the bar," turned around, and her backless top showed the back of her bra. It was made out of leather.
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