The Session 2

        As I told you last time, dear reader, I knew he would come back, and he did. Mehmet appeared almost

like an apparition one sultry summer evening as I worked in my studio, the same studio where he had posed

so naughtily in the not too distant past. I told Stefan that we were leaving ourselves vulnerable to many dangers

by inviting strangers into our lives but the truth is, at this point, we were both way too far gone already to care.

"I've no money.", I told him as I slowly opened the door and he brushed past me. He smelled of whiskey and

cigarettes and I noticed he was a touch unsteady on his feet. "Not looking for money.", he replied with a sly

smile. He was just as appealing as I remembered. Although probably not considered classically handsome

by most people's standards, he was undeniably sexy in a dirty, dark way. He looked like he could be trouble

and I felt myself growing hard just looking at him. It started out so easy, so simple. Like it was meant to be.

Maybe it was.

            "Stefan isn't here."

He smiled at me before replying. "Does it matter? Is he your...daddy?" . The last word was drawn out, his

tone gently mocking. " Does he need to keep an eye on you? Don't you want to play, just you and me?". 

He pressed his mouth against mine so roughly our teeth gnashed, pushing me against the wall, pinning

me with my wrists above my head. "I could kill you and you couldn't fucking stop me. You could not stop

me." His dark eyes were flashing. My heart was beating so fast we could both hear it and I was so turned

on it's a wonder I didn't shoot a wad in my jeans, but I didn't. He closed his eyes and rubbed his face on

mine, full mouth wet and open, his cheeks and chin covered in dark stubble. I wondered if he had to shave

more than once a day. "God, you're beautiful." I didn't realize I'd said this out loud until he loosened his

grip on my wrists and fell against me, his arms wrapping around my body. "Tell me again...", he murmured.

"Say it again." So I did, and he lapped up my praise like a kitten with a bowl of fresh cream and it was the

most genuine, innocent thing I've ever seen in my whole jaded, bitter existence and I couldn't get him out

of his tee shirt and jeans fast enough, remembering how hot and hairy he was, how thick his cock was,

how sweet and tight his asshole was as it squeezed around Stefan's probing fingers.


          I pushed him down on the floor, right onto an old drop cloth, and my mouth found his cock, softly

licking, teasing him with my tongue from his balls to the fleshy tip of his head, which was already wet with

pre- cum. He was a juicy little bitch, that's for sure, and I slid the tip of my tongue into his oozing cock slit,

savoring the salty taste, inhaling his musky scent. I ran my hands up his flat, furry stomach and pounding

chest, squeezing his hard little nipples until he moaned in pleasure, before sliding his beautiful cock inside

my greedy mouth. I worked every throbbing inch of him like the pro that I am, feeling his hands push me

down even farther still until I was almost choking on cock, my throat muscles tightening around him. He

watched through half closed eyes as I worked my mouth up and down, up and down, taking care not to

take him to the edge just yet, wanting to prolong this fuck session for as long as we could. He opened

his legs slightly and I knew what he wanted, and I was more than happy to oblige this dark stranger's

deepest desires. My deepest desire. His asshole was as perfect as I recalled: so tight, so hot, and

covered with a crown of thick fur, just like the rest of him. I pushed his dark legs high up in the air

and he quickly spread his ass cheeks open wide for me, this bitch in heat, and I have to admit this

is where I lost any shred of dignity I may have still had. I was fucking out of my mind at this point.

I buried my face in his ass, bathing it with my spit until it was as wet and slippery and juicy as any

pussy could ever hope to be. He tasted earthy and raw and I licked and sucked that sweet asshole

like a madman, sliding my stiffened tongue as far as I could into his most secret place as he moved

his hips slightly, teasing me, letting me know how turned on he was through heavy breaths and low

moans. I stopped long enough to pull my jeans down, not even long enough to remove them properly.

No, I was way too far gone for that. My cock jutted out the top of my jeans, all throbbing and hot,

aching to be inside Mehmet's divine ass, and I felt his hands reach down to stroke me and guide me

to his eagerly waiting fuckhole. "Wait, wait," I mumbled, reality setting in. "I don't want to hurt you.",

I managed to spit out. "Need lube. Need a condom, too. Right?". 

         
        This is what happened. I am not saying the situation was right, nor was it something one should

imitate. But it happened. He spit into his palms and covered my still aching, literally aching, prick in

saliva and I pushed the head into that sweet little ass, taking care to go as slowly as possible, allowing

his muscles time to adjust to my meat, feeling him tighten around me like a vise. He was as hot and

horny a bitch as could be hoped for and I pumped him slowly, teasingly, for as long as I could hold

out, which, I must admit, wasn't very long at all. I came deep inside of him and afterward, I licked his

ass dry, then coaxed him to orgasm orally, swallowing his huge load in one gulp. I kissed him softly

before he left, disappearing into the heavy summer air.