First Meet, part 1.

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First Meet, part 1.”Fucking pansy!” he yelled, as he brought the belt down on my buttocks for the umpteenth time. “Fucking fairy faggot!” he cruelly sneered as he brought it down again. I was in floods of tears by the this point, begging him to stop- it was no use, I was totally incoherent and the mists of lust had fully consumed Richard.We had met online on a site for tights and pantyhose fetishists. It had soon become very clear that Richard was just as horny- and maybe even more pervy- as I was and also that he was at least something of a dom. He encouraged me in my tights wearing and even promised to bring me a brand new pair for our first meet. He was a married man and he wanted me to come to his house while his wife was at work- which was an additional thrill as far as I was concerned.Within a couple of days we had exchanged phone numbers and a series of increasingly naughty texts, and agreed to meet in Darlington at twelve noon the following Friday.After putting aside some doubts I decided I owed it to myself to live a kurtköy escort little and keep the appointment, And so Friday lunchtime found me standing outside the bookshop in Darlington, anxiously and eagerly scanning the passers for anyone who looked even vaguely like Richard, anyone even of a similar age. This was exciting!I was just beginning to think he might be a no show, when I spotted a man coming towards me with an air of determination about him. It was Richard. Possibly a little older and a little fatter than his online pics had suggested (possibly he was thinking the same things of me), but definitely him. I actually like older guys who are carrying some extra weight so these were not unwelcome developments.We exchanged some nervous “hi’s” and a little small talk, before Richard suggested we go to his car and drive to his house. I followed him as we made our way to the car, my nervous thoughts giving way to the thought that I would soon be wearing tights for another man’s pleasure. I began to realise maltepe escort that I wanted Richard in every way possible.We arrived at the car parked on a quiet side street. On getting in, Richard glanced around then leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. I reciprocated and our tongues were soon entwined. He had said online that kissing “got him going”, the fact that we were two fiftyish year old men kissing passionately in broad daylight- albeit in a car- got me going too it turned out! I placed a hand on his groin and found a semi erect cock, which I squeezed. “Can I see him?” I asked. Richard unzipped his trousers and produced good sized cock. I took it in my hand and began to gently wank him. Then I leaned down and gave it a gentle kiss- the thrill this gave me was almost overpowering. Richard moaned, “not here ” he said, and with some reluctance I relinquished my hold on his rapidly stiffening meat.It was a short drive to his house, a rather smart looking semi detached. We got out of kartal escort the car and went inside went. He indicated a door and said “you can change in there” handing me a pair of Wolford Tights my favourite brand. I went inside and began to undress. Here I was- quite naked in a virtual strangers’ house. The sense of vulnerability was quite intoxicating to me.. I removed the tights from the packaging- they were not easy to put on as my hands were shaking quite a bit, but I got them on without causing any runs. Time for action, I went out of the door, “hello?” I nervously called out. “In here” came the response, I followed the sound to the living room. Entering, I was greeted with the sight of Richard sitting on a large leather sofa- he was quite naked. I took in the view of his gorgeous body, very hairy- mmmm, belly almost hiding his semi erect cock- double mmmm. “Come here” he ordered. I stepped over so I was directly in front of him. He placed his big hands on my arse cheeks and rubbed them up and down as far as my knees and back several times. “Yes… yes ” he murmoured. I was in heaven. “Kneel down” he said, I meekly obeyed. We kissed again, long and sloppily. I broke away after a while and kissed my way down to his hairy chest, paying especial attention to his nipples. This he liked a lot…

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