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the mansion - part 2
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As I become comfortable and entrenched with the Moneybags, I realized that both of them had fairly wide and varied sexual tastes changing from session to session, and what they wanted from me. Therefore the exact same sex menu that Mistress R and I had devised for Mr. EU, we also began using with them as well. I was glad that we did, too, because it certainly spiced up my own interest and enjoyment from the variety.
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While I found over the years my relationships with men I slept with on a regular basis (outside of my own boyfriend) always had some oddity or awkwardness about them, either on their part or my own, overall I really enjoyed my time spent as a lover for Mr. Moneybags.
Unlike Mr. EU, who was only about fucking and nothing more, and my own boyfriend T, with whom I was unwilling to profess our relationship in public, Mr. Moneybags was probably a lot like me in similar regards when it came to the bedroom – while in life we were worlds apart.
We felt some kinship by how we both kept our personal enjoyment of homosexuality hidden deep in the closet – although him more so than I, as I did venture out to the goth and gay clubs away from home where I felt safe and my sexuality anonymous and unknown. Mr. Moneybags simply could not afford that risk and luxury, and I did sometimes feel sorry for the life situation where his sexuality found him trapped by his life and work.
Thankfully, despite her own perversions and quirks, Mrs. Moneybags genuinely loved her gay husband and maintained a protective support barrier around him. Even their adult children had no hint or idea that he was into other men, they kept their private life and sexual relationship that secreted. The trade-off was that Mrs. Moneybag had his support, or at least tact agreement, to satisfy her own voracious sex drive with whom she pleased.
From what Mrs. Moneybags told me once, they had met as young teenagers and their relationship developed immediately. She was aware very early on that her future husband was not into women – but the bond of friendship between them so strong, and outside of sex it was truly love at first sight. I got the sense that due to her willingness to protect and help shelter and hide his homosexuality in an unfriendly world around them, they decided that their sexual dysfunction was something they would just work around by having other sexual partners.
They married in their mid-twenties – but as the couple aged into their 40s and 50s, Mrs. Moneybags found that her own sexual tastes were not aging with her – and more and more she continued to crave younger men. It was like her mindset for sex was still anchored from when she was 20 or 25 and these younger conquests both helped to fuel her high libido as well as to make her feel much younger than she was.
When we met, I was around 28-29 age range. I have to admit that while Mrs. Moneybags was double my age, she could easily keep up with me in bed. I never did figure out her exact age, but for someone in the vicinity of 60, her stamina was incredible. I often forget the age gap between us (she was probably slightly older than my parents at the time) as we laid together in bed, resting up for our next round in a couple hours. Mistress R told me once, that T had told her that Mrs. Moneybags had slept with three guys all at once – but she never owed up to me whether T was one of those three or not. She and I only ever slept solo together, and looking back now I am not sure why – as she had told me a couple times how much she liked fucking in the middle of two guys. Maybe she was expecting me to bring a friend, or perhaps even T, one weekend. But I was never asked, so never did.
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One aspect I soon came to enjoy with Mr. Moneybags, which I had never experienced before with any guy I had slept with, was switching up roles and playing the top. While I thoroughly enjoyed playing bitch-boy and being fucked and doing the sucking, with him I had my first real satisfying instances of that role flipped.
Early one Sunday morning, as we were sleeping in together, I was woken by someone sucking my cock. At first I thought that Mrs. Moneybags had snuck into the bedroom, but then I was pleasantly surprised to see him stroking and licking my cock harder and harder.
Before I could say anything, he put his other hand on my mouth and said, ‘shhh… I want you’. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to shoot my load in his mouth or what, but when he could tell I was hard and firm, he stopped and positioned himself on the bed, presenting his ass to me.
‘I want you, to fuck me’. While I had done anal with a few women, neither T or Mr. EU or any other guy I had been intimate with had ever let me fuck them, save for my first gay fuck who was a one-off random pick up from a bar.
So I was not going to turn down his offer. I got up on my knees, leaned over to grab some lube jelly. I asked ‘you want me to bag it, or not?’ and when he said he wanted me uncovered, I began to lube up my hard shaft. I remembered looking down at the head of my glistening penis, then at his waiting asshole, and then the unknown expectations as I began to insert myself inside him.
He was tight but I had lubed up a lot so had a nice smooth thrust as he took in all my cock. I thought to myself how I wish I had tried this sooner, as I kind of liked being in control. Then all of a sudden, quicker than I wanted, I felt the warm rush through my opening and cum starting to leak its way out mixed in with lube.
I apologised, my cock still inside him as I didn’t want to leave. ‘I’m sorry that was quick, but I have actually never fucked another man before, like this. This is all new territory for me.’ He replied, ‘That’s okay, that has happened to me too when with someone new. ‘I’m glad you enjoyed, it we’ll do it again sometime and maybe you can dominate me. I smiled and replied, ‘yeah I think I’d like that’.
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In subsequent sessions when it was implied or anticipated that I would be fucking Mr. Moneybags, I would make sure I would dress the part of dominator – which he thoroughly enjoyed. I’d gear up in my latex and wear a spiked dog collar and other accoutrements of power – and sometimes I would take bondage experiences I had with Mistress R or Lady M, and apply them to him.
On the flip side, he also liked it when I played the submissive sissy faggot role, where I would dress up in stockings and heels for him, sometimes keeping on my skirt and corset. He really liked it when I did my best to try dress up as a private school girl. And I loved it when he was laying on top of me and I would wrap my legs tight around him.
During one session, I dressed up in only latex – wearing latex stockings and gloves along with my gimp hood and stiletto heels. I danced silently about a chair in his room, provocatively stroking myself and sucking on a black rubber dildo before I then climbed up on the chair and inverted myself upside down, laying with my head back and looking at him… motioning for him to put his cock inside my open and waiting mouth. While he was face-fucking me, his wife suddenly showed up, as she was looking for me to satisfy her own needs. Seeing that we were busy, she sat down and watched until he blew his load into my mouth. When we were done and I had gotten myself back up on my feet, Mrs. Moneybags – who was now obviously aroused and ready for her own action – looked at my masked face and body now glistening and splattered with her husband’s cum, and she demanded ‘don’t you dare wipe any of that off you!’ as she then stood up and took my hand to lead me off to her room.
In another time and place, perhaps we would have met as equals but for the time we spent together I was content to satisfy him as his secret male whore.
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Posted on : Jun 6, 2022
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Commented on Jun 6, 2022
Exquisite! I delightfully engorged
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