Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Six - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Six

... they headed into the garage.

As I watched them drive off, I thought, "If Paul only knew that the pictures I showed him on my cell were of his buddy's cock stuffed in my mouth, he wouldn't be so anxious to spend this afternoon with Steve."

I took a quick shower, slipped on some fresh clothes, and added my shorts and tee shirt to the laundry I needed to do. After starting the washing machine, I headed to my office to check my messages on Swingers Unlimited. A couple of dozen requests for my glory-hole schedule were waiting for me to reply. Several had photos attached of hard cocks, but the one that intrigued me most didn't have the typical.jpg image attached. Instead, the little icon was an MP4.

Not knowing what to expect, I clicked on it, and a small screen opened with an image of a stunning cock which, to my amazement, twitched a little as I watched a man's hand move into the frame and grasp his cock. He slowly began stroking it, sliding his fingers up over the corona, and twisted around his glans. A movie, I thought, how cool that is. I realized that by clicking on the edge of the movie screen, I could enlarge it, but I went too far, and the image became blurry, so I reduced it a little, bringing his hard cock to a crystal clear image. I watched as his strokes became faster, and eventually, his cock began spewing thick, hot cum, which shot beyond the edge of the screen.

As his hand slowed, the final few drops of cum oozed from his urethra and dangled off the ...

... tip of his cock head. He released his shrinking cock and turned the camera to show the wads of cum he'd shot all over a photo of a gorgeous blonde bombshell. I watched his short masturbation video several times, imagining his cum shot hitting my face.

That movie made me horny as hell, but I knew I wouldn't have time this afternoon to find a hard cock, so I did the next best thing.

"Dianna, I thought you were going to call me Monday," Jerry said, as he answered my call.

"I just wanted to call you to tell you how much I enjoyed myself last night," I replied.

"It was fun," he answered.

"Are you at work?" I asked.

"Yes, but on Sunday, we only have a skeleton crew, so it isn't hectic," Jerry said.

"It's too bad you had to work today. I would have loved to follow you to your apartment and spend a couple of hours showing you how much fun I had." I replied, wanting him to know I wanted his beautiful hard cock again.

"Yeah, if I didn't have to leave Sam's place so early, I would have liked to show you his dungeon," he said.

"I might have liked that, but what's the dungeon all about?" I asked, having no idea of what happened there.

Jerry laughed and explained, "It's where a dominant can play with his submissive."

"I like submitting," I replied.

He didn't reply immediately. I assumed he was formulating how he'd approach my admission that I like submitting, but finally said, "Dianna, do you understand the meaning of being a submissive?"

"Not exactly, ...