[Reluctant] Full Strong Man's Use of my Mouth for Pleasures

[sonalsinghsl*t]

My first posting of my own thread! This is by the urging of others in private messages and in the responses to a man's "fucked a virgin twice" story that I made. Many asked me to tell of using my mouth to pleasure men while I was a virgin. I may have to be taking this in pieces due to difficulty in obtaining the uninterrupted indulgance at the home computer for such forbidden activities.

It starts with the part time drifter, part time American soldier of fortune my parents hired one summer to manage the staff and do labouring work on the family's living compound. He was probably 35 to 40. He was very muscular, a former Seal of the US Navy he said, with the hard and handsome weatherbeaten features, tattoos and unexplained scaring on the body as the proof. He lived in one of the adjacent apartments to the storage barn. He would watch me often as I walked about during visits home from school in the US. This was the time where I would fight my mother on wearing a skirt or shorts instead of a sari, or adjust the sari to be lowest of the low on the hip and highest of high under the breast area. This would allow much exposing of the middle section of my body. His looks made me uncomfortable at first, but I would grow in confidence and the boldness before him (and all men) in almost direct correlation to the amount of the fighting with my mother over over the subject of dressing.

I do not believe anyone in my family knew, as I was the one that would walk about and linger in the air of many tropical nights, that he was putting the fuck to at least two of the women that lived and worked there. One about his age and one about my age. Both Indian as I. The elder was of hard muscular build as a woman of a manual labour life or like an olympic sprinting runner. The other was of the natural beauty of a budding teen from back at the age where we women can have the unflawed body without working at the exercises. She likewise had the tone of a manual labourer. I would hear almost every night if I drew near to his quarters, the sounds of the pleasured moans of the elder and the almost painful sounding muffled screams of the younger. Perhaps it was like the Rolling Stone "lady of the house wonder when it's gonna stop" line, as the elder held a supervisory and mentor-type role over the younger. I could see the results of the younger's encounters through her slow walking and tender seating and squatting the next day. Or as a virgin, who heard my American girlfriends joke of soreness in the legs and groin after receiving hard and long penetrations, I may have imagined her stiffness and filled the blanks in imagination. Regardless, I would return to the edge of the corrugated tin wall of his dwelling to listen with fascination when I could, not knowing of the concept that when the dwelling was dark or dimly lit, and the outside compound was lit, my listening vantage point cast a shadow of visibleness into an area that he (and his lovers) could see from the inside. This he demonstrated for me one night after my cat was released out of the bag.

More soon, I am promising. I am attaching some photos of the lips and mouth that were soon to be made to tremble and go numb by this man taking his liberties with them. Caio for now please.

[iceman7770516]

A promising beginning, I can't wait to hear more, I love your lips.

[sonalsinghsl*t]

Originally Posted by iceman7770516

A promising beginning, I can't wait to hear more, I love your lips.

Thanks Ice. More soon. Had several new paragraphs written this morning in quiet moment over tea but had to close out of the site in haste for fear of being detected. If you like the lips and mouth photos, here is another to be "whetting the whistle" as it is said. I hope to add more in a couple hours of time.

[sonalsinghsl*t]

Clint's detection of my presence was made known to me by him. As a couple weeks of our acquaintance continued, and as we got more acquainted through his escorts of me and others for shopping trips and the like, he would converse with me about the girls dorm in which I lived, and American girls with whom I studied. ONe evening he asked "do you listen in them when they are having sex too?" "Too?" I replied. "As in, as you have done with me over the last two weeks." Sensing I could not be hiding it any longer, he rattled off all the ways that he knew. As a combat veteran and member of the Seal forces his observational powers were astounding. I have learned that men of that experience have a way of sensing things as if to be having the eyes toward the back of their head. I was busted and flush red with embarrassment. I had done some kissing and petting and hand and mouth play with boys, but never spoke of things sexual with any man. May seem strange to readers here, but it is sometimes harder to speak the words of doing sex out loud than it is to just do it sometimes. Perhaps it is a cultural thing, but my heart was racing and in my throat and my mouth went dry. That was the only dry part of me otherwise. I perspired and, for the first time in my life was likewise flush with anticipatory wetness down there that I could feel. He convinced me to go to his small yard area for a drink. Everyone else was asleep so I agreed.

Upon sitting I crossed the legs and squirmed ever so slightly to give relief or adjustment to my uncomfortable panties. His questions over our rum drink continued on the sexual, and he again made me confess to listening. I added that I watched the younger girl for signs (that I had heard of) of post-sex soreness in the thigh and groin area and believed myself to have seen them in her. He spoke of his dominance over her and his transformation of her from shy virgin to near sex slave. At this point, though squirming wet of panty for half an hour prior, I had my first visions of being with him sexually. These are very forbidden visions - the have your older brothers drown you in the bathtub type of forbidden (not literally, like some middle eastern girls endure, but close).

After the relaxation that had once started to set in, the tension and high heard rate returned in me. The tension rose further when he asked what my mother would think if she knew that I knew that he was giving love to two of the staff and failed to report it. "I . . . I. . . I don't know" I reply. "What would she think if she found out you were listening to me many times." "I. . . I . . . Umm. . . I . . . I think she would have you fired" I shot back. "I have been fired before. What would happen to you?" "I . . . I . . . life would be over. School in the U.S. would be out. She would try to marry me off or just cut me off from the family." He stood over me, extended a hand, into which I instinctively put my trembling hand, pulled me up into his strong arms, and half joking (but also half coldly serious) said "then you better keep your fucking mouth shut about this." My entire body trembled such that he could feel it. He wound his strong hand through the back of my jet black hair to steady my shaking head, gently fought through my last second urge to turn my face away, and pulled me into his passionate kiss. At that point I was the puddy in the hands of the artist, and I hungrily slurped at him. I felt his biceps, his back, ran the fingers through his hair, and felt his full body against mine. His next statement, which I recall so clearly was "don't worry Soni, I know you are a virgin. No matter how much you beg, I am not going to fuck you." And it continued from there.

Caio for now,

Soni.

p.s. more lips soon.

[iceman7770516]

Loving it so far, can't wait to hear more.

[sonalsinghsl*t]

Glad to be back and working back into the memory of that moment. as the first writing of such a story for me I did not know that it would take so long or be so enjoyable. The husband is outside shoveling snow and I am enjoying hot beverage, and during pauses, touching myself. This is something I almost never do.

There's nothing like a woman being for first time in the arms of and under the control of a strong and confident loverman. The graduation from little teen boys, who I had fondled and taken in my mouth, to a manstallion in his prime of his powers, is likely something that every woman remenbers in her life. As he drew my body tight I could feel his powerful buldge against my now-exposed tummy. I had not felt anything like it before or since. I had never gone so far or so fast with a boy. I was excited to see it, touch it, smell it and rub it against my then flawless young body (not here to do the bragging of my self but at this age my skin was perfectly tight to my body, my curves had developed, and my perkey B-cup breasts practically jumped off my chest). As he ground his hard buldge into my pubic bone and hairy bush, and manhandled and spread the cheeks of my ass, he said "you are going to suck my cock and you are going to love it."

better post this before I have to delete out of the site and lose it. Thanks for your interest. xxx ooo Soni

[DerackKollpatch]

Since we have some new folks, thought Id bump this one up a bit.

Also, curious if you use your computers internet to help you get places. Internet sites like Mapquest, Google Earth, etc: do they help you?

[sonalsinghsl*t]

Originally Posted by DerackKollpatch

Since we have some new folks, thought Id bump this one up a bit.

Also, curious if you use your computers internet to help you get places. Internet sites like Mapquest, Google Earth, etc: do they help you?

Thanks for the bump I guess. But like my husband, I didn't really feel anything. But WTF on the poll question in my first story? I no get it.

[sonalsinghsl*t]

By this time my shirt was unbuttoned to completeness and my tiny but wonderfully erect nipples were grazing against his chest. Due to my small breasts and the hot weather I almost never wear a bra. Clint still controlled me through the hand to the back of the hair areas and another all the way up my long skirt to my pantied hip. My full thigh on one leg was exposed to all the air along with the full front of my upper body. We were about nose to nose when he told me that I was going to suck his cock. "I . . . I . . . I don't kn. .. " was all that came out of me due to feigned modesty and sudden fear of the growing penis at my tummy area and the anxiety of being unable to please with success a full and strong man of this sort. Before I could be finishing the word from out of my mouth he gave a sudden and momentarily frightening twist of the hairs and my neck with his vice of a grip such that I was looking up at him at anangle. He extended that arm to pull my head backwards from him, and in that same instant released the grip of my hip and grabbed very firmly my pubic bone and entire vagina area in the other hand. I don't think he would have picked me off the ground, but that action was so affitmative and swift, and as his hand so firmly covered and stimulated my little ginney, it felt like I was suspended by neck and ginney. I am swearing that he at least pulled me up to the tip of the toes which were all that contacted me with the ground. The combination of hotness and helplessness almost made me be fainting. I could again feel the heart race and could hear it in my own ears. Over the sound of that heartbeat he said "men have used your mouth for pleasure before" and physically nodded my own head for me, and he reminded that I "have tasted the droplets that dribbled out" of my last boyfriend (my words being stated back to me), and again nodded my head for me with his controling hand. "Then you know what to do" he said as he lowered me back to the ground, loostened his grip, and took the hand from my ginney and ever so tenderness brought it to my face and chin, and gently opened my mouth. he stuck out his tongue to its maximim amount and drew me to his face. I do not know how but instinctively put my mouth to his tongue so as to demoustrate my techniques, and he would pull me away and bring me back to it. It was so intimate. I have had tongues in my mouth and penises in my mouth, but never acted on a tongue in the manner I would on penis, and never so with the boldness. In prior times with the penis in my mouth my face was far away from the face of my boyfriends, it felt in a way like I was out there alone with some cold yet comfortable isolation down there. Here I was doing the sucking and was so connected to the event it again was one of the many startles for me and a part of it that leaves an impression to this day. From my growing eagerness and passion to suck his extended tongue he said "you want to suck my cock" and I nodded "yes" with his tongue in my mouth and no prompting from his. "Don't worry Soni, I will show you what to do." Then he guided my hand along his chest, across his six pack middel and under the waistband of his pant, where I touched a full man's cock for the very first time.

Caio for now!
xxx ooo
SoniPS Clint, if you are out there and ever see this the answer to your question is yes, a thousand times yes.

[exotic_echo]

Soni,

This is very stimulating! Can't wait for the next chapter!