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For My First Time, I Find a DILF Ch. 02

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My heart thumped in my chest as the lift crept up towards the second floor and flat number 52. It had only been a 10 minute walk from my own flat to his but it felt like I’d arrived within seconds, despite the million thoughts buzzing around in my head on the way.

I walked dizzily through the corridor, feeling like I was in a surreal dream, but I was glad of the air conditioning in the apartment block. It was roasting outside and sweat beaded on my forehead.

I reached the beige coloured door, number 52, and knocked. I waited nervously for what felt like minutes, but in reality was ten seconds at most, before the door swung open. And there he was, my DILF from the app, leaning casually against the doorframe and smiling at me.

He was much taller than I’d imagined. I’m not particularly tall anyway, but he towered over me. I felt immediately emasculated and subservient. It was a bit of a turn on. Luckily he was just as attractive as he had looked in his photos. His chiselled chin was dusted with short black stubble and he had messy, dark hair. A white vest hung loosely over his muscled body and there was a clear bulge showing through his grey jersey shorts.

“Hey,” he said smiling.

“Hey,” I echoed, trying to hide my nerves.

I followed him through his pristine flat, making small talk about the neighbourhood and how spacious the lift was. It was painful, we both knew why I’d come.

We sat down on a large L-shaped sofa in his living room and continued talking, I can’t really remember what about. The TV was flickering in front of us, some trashy daytime programme, but I wasn’t paying any attention to what was on. I wasn’t really making eye contact with my host either; I was overwhelmed by being in the same room as the thick cock I had fantasised about taking in my mouth, and the guy who I knew wanted my virginity.

“It’s pretty hot today right?” he said cooly. He wasn’t wrong. I dabbed at my forehead in anticipation of what was to come. “I think we should take some of these clothes off.”

He pulled his vest off to reveal a broad chest and tanned stomach. He’d said he wasn’t in his normal toned shape but I didn’t care, he looked great to me – exactly how I’d imagined. I took my t-shirt off and before I knew it he was pulling my camouflage shorts down my legs. I felt tiny; his hands were massive, really manly, and I felt like his plaything. Completely powerless.

My cock started to show through my tight boxers at the thought of being his toy and he smiled when he noticed. His jersey shorts were off now too and I noticed his semi was growing.

“So, what do you want to do?” he asked, standing in his white briefs. I could see his Cihangir travesti bulge pressing against the thin material. I’m not sure why he bothered asking, he knew he was in control. But I appreciated the gesture.

“Let’s just see what happens,” I replied, my voice shaking. I was a bundle of nervy, excited energy.

At this point I was lying on his navy sofa, just in my pants, as he stood proudly in front of it, looking down at me underneath him. His cock was completely hard and begging desperately to be taken out and played with. He beckoned me towards him, so I sat up and crawled forward. He stood still, watching my every move. Raising up onto my knees I was about level with his tight briefs and I leaned towards them slowly. I could smell his musky scent, see the clear outline, under the fabric, of the dick that I’d wanked over so many times.

Beginning to feel bold I placed my lips against his pants, where I thought the head of his cock was. I must have guessed correctly as his breathing changed. I traced the outline of the bulge with my wet tongue, all the way down to where it sat just above his balls and then kissed again lightly at the top of his dick. So far so good, his breathing was shallow and I could feel his eyes looking down at me. I sucked lightly against the material and ran my tongue down the length of his cock again, pressing my nose and lips into his crotch.

My hand reached for my own cock and I rubbed my boxers. I needed to see his dick in the flesh, so I lifted my lips away from his bulge and dug my fingers gently underneath the top of his pants. I pulled them slowly down.

His cock flicked out, glad to be rid of the tight resistance of his briefs, and momentarily I froze. Being this close to it was a shock, it was so much bigger than I had thought it would be. But just as hot as the photos, if not more so. I knew it was the same length as mine but I guess I had never been so close to my own! His was so much thicker. A ribbed vein ran along its length and the skin was a soft, dark brown. A huge purple head sat proudly at the end of it, almost disproportionately large to the rest of his shaft, and it was pointing at me like an arrow. I was the target. I felt butterflies in my stomach looking at it, knowing where he’d want to put it. But deep down I knew I wanted that too.

His pants fell to the floor and he stepped out of them, then his beautiful, manly dick was back in my blushing face. I confidently curled my right hand around it. It felt completely different to how I had imagined. It was the first cock I had ever touched that wasn’t my own, and it was so much firmer than mine, the shaft like solid rock. I was Fındıkzade travesti used to feeling both my hand and my cock at the same time, but now I didn’t have the sensation of being held, just the weight of something in my hand. And I could only just get my fingers around it.

The curve I’d liked so much in the photos was so amazing up close, I could feel my dick pulsing as I looked at the hot kink. His dick curled up from under his dark pubes, finishing quite far from his stomach, and looking at it I could almost feel that curve pushing inside me, stretching me out. I thought of how it had felt to ride my housemate’s dildo in secret, that feeling of being filled up and imagined how my first proper cock would feel sliding into …

I was getting ahead of myself. First I needed to taste it. I moved my right hand gently up and down his shaft a couple of times, squeezing softly and getting a feel for another man’s cock in my hand. I parted my lips and slowly opened my mouth whilst continuing to jerk him off. My breath was hot. And then, suddenly, his dick was in my mouth. I genuinely can’t recall if I had moved my mouth over the tip or if he had cheekily thrusted past my lips. But it made no difference, there was no going back now. I’d always know, even if I never told anyone else, that I’d had a man’s cock in my mouth. The idea of such a dirty secret made my dick drip with pre-cum; a shiny circle of wetness showed on my boxers.

His huge purple head pushed past my lips and a couple of inches of his shaft followed, then I pulled away. My saliva shined on the end of his erection. I moved my mouth back over it and repeated the motion.

I was sucking a cock, this was unbelievable. I was surprised that it didn’t really taste of anything in particular, but it certainly wasn’t unpleasant, just new. With each movement I tried to take a little more of his dick in my mouth, gagging slightly at first but slowly gaining more confidence. I felt like I was having an out of body experience, and I knew I was being quite hesitant.

I realised that I still hadn’t really looked at him properly, not once the whole time I’d been in his flat, so with his dick half way in my mouth I glanced up at him and we locked eyes. I hadn’t noticed how green his irises were until that moment, as he stared down at me smiling, with a particularly smug look on his face. I instantly felt that slutty feeling I’d had before when I’d sent him the video of me fingering my asshole. Back then he’d been my DILF fantasy. Now my mouth was his.

I wanted to please him so I didn’t smile back, instead I started thrusting down onto his cock with my mouth, more and more forcefully, Fulya travesti whilst keeping our intense eye contact. I’d never felt so much like a little whore before. Eventually he broke our gaze as his head rolled back and he looked up at the ceiling, grunting loudly. “Fuccckkkkk,” he moaned.

I really went to town then, forcing my mouth forward to take as much of his hot dick as I could. I felt one of his hands grab the back of my head, his fingertips pressing into my hair as he guided my every movement. I moaned softly as the tip of his dick hit the back of my throat but I kept going, swallowing his cock as best I could.

Then, without warning, he pulled out of my mouth completely. His cock was dripping with my saliva, long streams of my spit still connected with my mouth hung off his glistening shaft. He lightly slapped it across my left cheek, leaving a wet, red mark on my face. He pushed the full length of his cock back past my gaping lips and again it touched the back of my throat, more forcefully this time.

He held it there for a few moments, his dick completely filling my mouth. I was doing my best not to choke and my eyes began to water, so he pulled it out again and slapped it really hard across my other cheek. I looked up at him, panting hard from the exertion of giving my very first blowjob. “You’ve really never done that before?” he asked. Clearly I’d done a good job.

“No … Daddy,” I replied, breathless. I’d never really understood the daddy thing until that moment. His dick twitched as I said it and his eyes flickered with desire.

“You like the taste of Daddy’s dick?” he asked. There was only one acceptable answer, but luckily it was the truth. I was surprised how much I’d enjoyed another man’s cock in my mouth.

“Yes Daddy,” I replied. I noticed a little bit of pre-cum leaking out of the end of his dick so I leaned forward and lapped it up with my tongue, looking deep into his green eyes again. I had tasted myself before and he tasted similar, slightly salty and warm. “I like the taste of Daddy’s cock a lot.”

“Turn around,” he commanded.

I didn’t say anything this time. I just silently spun around and immediately felt his hands pull my boxers down the length of my legs. They slipped off my feet and he threw them onto the floor. I was facing away from him on my knees, totally naked, with my hands, shoulders and head resting on the back of the sofa. I’ve always liked my legs; they’re muscly, particularly my thighs, and covered in thick hair. He was getting a good look at them. I felt pretty vulnerable now I was nude, but my rigid cock betrayed how much I was turned on by the situation.

I thought he was going to fuck me right there and then, and I wasn’t sure I was ready just yet, but then I felt a warm, wet feeling between my cheeks and realised he was rimming me. His tongue flashed across my hole and began to push firmly past my ring. He was preparing me for what was to come.


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