He led me into a darkened chamber wearing a mask which looked like the sort of thing the old plague doctors wore. It was strange not to be able to look into his eyes or see his face, but I embraced the feeling of unease. He touched my chest seductively and then began to run his hands across my body and down over the growing bulge in my suit pants. He stood behind me and pulled my head back before slowly loosening my tie and undoing the cuffs of my shirt. The feelings of want intensified. My body was engulfed by a series of miniature explosions which were triggered by his touch. Every inch of my skin felt alive and receptive.

He removed my shirt and undid my pants, cupping my bulge through my garments until I was gasping uncontrollably. He picked me up, almost as though I weighed nothing at all, then dropped me onto the bench. The power radiating from him was staggering.

He removed his mask and immediately began to kiss me. His big strong hands were wrapped around my throat but it felt tender somehow. Respectful. As we kissed, he removed his suit jacket and the smell of his beautiful aftershave billowed out into the room, making me feel light-headed.

Then he undid his belt and dropped his pants to the floor. I played with his giant dick through his garments, wanting to savor every moment, wanting to prolong the pleasure. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed his tie. I needed him. I needed him to have me. I have never felt such incredible desire before. I belonged to him. I was all his and nothing would ever change that.

He pushed me back onto the bench and stripped me of what was left of my clothing while doing things to my body with his mouth and tongue which almost blew my mind. He pulled me to my feet and turned me away from him, pushing me against the bench before very gently pulling my ass cheeks apart and pushing his beautiful tongue into my hole, preparing me for the stage of our encounter which I was now longing for. I could feel my ass slowly opening for him, preparing itself for the enormity of his meat, and twitching with pure excitement.

Then he fucked me. He filled my trembling hole with his giant, raw, daddy dick and I felt complete. He groaned as he pushed into me. I liked that he groaned. I liked that my body was pleasuring him. I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him. He thrust in and out of me so hard and so deep. I looked around at him. I wanted to see his face. I wanted to see his pleasure. I wanted to know he was pleased with me.

All of a sudden, he picked me up like a toy and dropped me down onto my knees. I sucked his dick keenly, and played with his big nipples because I know he likes that. Then he stood me up and pushed me onto my back on the bench, sliding his dick back into my body like a hot knife cutting through butter, before banging me so hard I was helpless to do anything other than scream and grab hold of my dick. It just felt so good. My entire body felt like it was humming with pleasure. Every inch of me. Looking up at him and seeing this stunning older man - a man I was in love with - pleasuring himself inside me was all I could ever have wanted. He put his thumb in my mouth and I sucked it. I started to tweak my own nipples. I couldn’t touch myself enough. I was in a state of pure ecstasy.

Harder and harder he went until I was unable to do anything other than explode. The excitement just wanted to evacuate itself from my body and it did so powerfully, all over my belly. He pushed his finger into one of the pools of semen and used it to anoint my head before beginning to bang me again. He came deep inside me. It must have been a heavy load because I could feel it flying into me, rope after rope, cascading into me until I felt like I’d been anointed both inside and out.