Date: Sat, 29 May 2004 00:44:15 -0400
From: Blonde Mountaineer <blondeallover@hotmail.com>
Subject: Man Cherry Fetish - part 3

                          Man Cherry Fetish - part 3
                       by bondeallover@hotmail.com


Other than all the usual disclaimers, this story includes abduction
and nonconsensual coercion. It was developed at the request of an Asian
cyber-friend.


It is curious how strange one's dreams can be: bits and pieces of remembered
people and places that have never connected in real life. My dreams in this
slumber were among the most vivid I ever recalled. I was being abducted by
tall broad white men from my family home in my own country. I was too
frightened but also somehow too enchanted to struggle or cry out. My clothes
were being torn away as they carried me into an empty bus. I was naked and
helpless on one of the seats when a man of my country stepped from the back
of the bus. I sensed the white men recognized his authority as they stopped
their rough handling of me just to pin me down. Quickly he spoke a command
in my native language but I can not recall what it was. I was anxious but
also excited to see the white men pinch their large fingers to zip down
their flies and reach in to release prodigious erections. Only later, would
I place these white men as approximately my own age. In conscious life, I
had enjoyed the spectacle of watching them flex and brace their strong limbs
in the struggles of a wrestling match. I was motionless as one of them
squeezed my calves hard to snap my legs back and expose my ass. Through my
pulled back and stretched open legs I recognized my old school headmaster
for the first time and was ambiguously both painfully embarrassed but
charged with surges of lust by his intent investigation of my upside down
swollen cock and upturned exposed love hole, puckering with anticipation of
carnal penetrations. I watched as his long instructive fingers reached for
my nut sac.

The anxiousness of that moment was too disturbing and I awoke this time to
find that, in fact, I was being pressed to the bed by something other than
my binds. I tried to feign alarm by my restraint, as my captor was actually
sitting on my lower chest, his legs bent at the knees to either side of my
head. This strange new intimacy, as he was both naked again and evidently
aroused, was so enthralling to me that I could no longer disguise my delight
with his uninhibited physical advances toward me. His warm seat and lightly
furred crotch and balls moving against me, enervated me and warmed my
nakedness down to my toes. The subtlety of the musky odor sifting through
the pores of his twitching cock made me dizzy with giddy delight. I think I
actually bloomed into a smile from the scowl of a false front that had
collapsed under the weight of heightened pleasures of both the senses and
emotions. I surrendered and succumbed to weighty erotic attractions and the
unsurpassable delights that can only be realized by couplings and personal
body functions between males. So much that I had reviled and regarded
contemptuously I knew I would embrace with enthusiasm and conviction.

I was his now. I am not sure whether he comprehended that the restraints
were no longer needed. I was so engrossed by the transformation of my
physical orientations and the intensity of my new erotic sensibilities
resulting from his insistent encounter to satisfy raw physical urges that I
believed that I would gladly never wear clothes again if it enabled him to
keep me as his sexual outlet. I was prepared to devote my whole life to the
fulfillment of his coarse and earthy gratifications. All my subliminal sense
of outrage about this pale predator's need for physical dominance as
possibly racially motivated melted into a swoon of desire for his
unrestricted lusting advances. I needed the flame of white skin and feathery
touch of golden hairs to be with me as I had never needed tactile intimacy
before. I grinned like a fool with my new found sense of submission and
brazenly inquired, "are you going to fuck me, again?"

My captor, still seated on my torso, stretched his sneering grin, "no, my
horny little slut, as much as you need that, I am going to introduce you to
something new that you will probably enjoy just as much." Instinctively, my
body empathized with even more of his heat as he bent down and clashed his
full open lips against mine. Just as he had crashed his length of excited
sex into my virgin love hole, he now plunged his thrusting tongue into my
mouth in a rapacious assault on my own, back to the opening of my throat.
Startled, but nonetheless undaunted, my own tongue ebulliently sprang to
life in instant and nearly involuntary response. I moaned with the intensity
of passionate clash in oral engagement and I hungrily writhed my tongue to
taste and feel every centimeter of flexing wetness and turgid but
nonetheless sweetly soft lips. As he would pull away slightly, our tongues
would extend from our mouths to insistently continue the swirling interplay
of insatiable touch and taste. Abruptly, he pulled his mouth away from mine
quite unexpectedly. He bounced his warm lean seat further up to my shoulders
where he was now practically sitting on my face. His pulsing profuse pillar
was now resting on my chin and its subtle yet elegant odor of musky male
ardor once again permeated into my nostrils, rendering me dizzy with desire
for carnal contact. "Now you will enjoy kissing this", he announced reaching
to raise my head slightly to plunge his fulsome pole of man flesh into my
still gaping mouth. The effect was immediate and exquisitely gratifying.
Without thinking, my lips clamped shut over the heated living appendage and
my tongue raced about the surface of its vein popping throbbing hard but
meaty shaft and succulent pliant knob. It washed away the salty and tangy
loin juice that had been dripping from his supple and expanding pee hole.
The tastes and tantalizing texture were instantly addictive and my powers of
suction bathed and gripped as much of his groping gristle as he would allow.
Throwing his head back and opening his mouth to only allow shallow breaths,
he hissed out his approval of my doting applications. "Oh yeeessssssss,
that's my sweet bitch. Oh, you darling cock sucking slut. You know you want
that hot cock. . . . . . That's right. . . Suck my meat hard like that."

By now, he had adjusted himself so that was clinging to the bed posts behind
me to steady himself as he pumped his taut muscled hips in shallow movement
but quick rhythm. His lower legs and feet hugged the bed under my arms
against my upper torso. He would fuck his boner in the grip of my rigorous
slurping only as far back in my mouth to impact the opening of my throat,
but not enough so to trigger my gag reflex. If I had any more control over
the coupling, I know I would have attempted to partially swallow his tasty
morsel of sexually charged male muscle. His vocal gesticulations had become
quite breathy in the intoxication of his building pleasures. "Sssuuuuccccck
it from me sweet, guy. . . . You know what you want. Oh baby, I am going to
give you bad-assed white man funky white cream from my cringing
blonde-haired balls. That's right, suck hard to suck down the fucking stinky
treat I am going to squirt into your greedy Asian gullet".

He was right and his saying so only egged me on to impatiently jilt from the
crescendo that would be his convulsing loins, the explosion of hotly
simmered effluence that would jettison from his ever tenderizing pee hole.
The soft crushed leather like pouch of his vaguely spongy orbs were no
longer brushing my chin and had receded, signaling for me that climax was
nearby. The bodily thick and organic flavor of his tempestuously twitching
tool created my craving curiosity to taste his ecstatic release.
"You'rrrrrre going to get it. You're going to get your big hot load reward,
cum slut. Ooooooohhhh here I cccuuuuuuumm! Ugghh! Ugghh! Uggggghhhhhhh!!"
His quick jabbing pumps in my mouth had sped to a frantic pace when the
spunky spurts of his warm silky jism started shooting into my throat
tissues. I reveled to drink down the strong produce of his hotly festered
innards and my mouth and tongue tightly clamped on his manhood to bear
witness to each of his almost unending ejaculatory convulsions. But the
strength and quantity of his taut and intense discharge made it difficult to
swallow all his offering commensurate with the size of his load. Some of the
dreamy fresh eruption. mixed with my saliva, slid from my mouth on to my
chin and his relaxing piston. The tart and earthy organic taste of liquids
that had swiftly slithered through his exploding gender genital also had a
narcotic effect, and I knew I would be eager to often repeat the opportunity
to feed from the fruits of sexual frenzy. I was quick to lick away the
surplus profusion from both of us before he collapsed on my nudity. I
thrilled to feel his tense heat sear into me. He moaned softly as his weight
transformed into melted relaxation and contented heaving in synchrony with
his heavy breathing. The sedating effect of his warm naked body draped over
me inspired a dreamy contentment and I contemplated that I would be happy if
he never left me and forever caressed me with his elegant nudity.

To be continued. . . .


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