I want to get something clear from the start about Ken because what I am going to tell you makes him sound like an abusive nasty man, but he was far from that, he was and still is one of the most caring and loving men going he just loves sex in all its forms. In no way did he corrupt me, it was me who chased this man and begged him to see me, it was me who wanted him to use me and abuse me. From the first moment I met him I wanted him, I needed him to use me as his toy. I lied to him about my age from the fist time I spoke to him, I told him I was 19 which was not true (message me if you want to know how old I was)

Ken was 55 when I first met him, a divorced bisexual hunk who had two grown up daughters. He is 6 feet 4 inches tall, 46 inch hairy chest and 32 inch waist. Big hands and biceps to die for. He did a lot of cycling at the time and had fantastic muscular thighs and a tight bum that mmmmmm just makes me go weak at the knees. Oh and his cock is a fantastic piece of pure pleasure, 8 and quarter inches of hard cut meat, nice and thick with the biggest pair of balls I have ever seen. He could last such a long time and would ride me for 20 or 30 minuets with no problem. I soon found out that he loved to dominate and humiliate me and loved to see me in degrading and uncomfortable positions, he got so hard seeing me in pain and got so much pleasure in pleasing him. And had so much fun with him for 12 years

I need to tell you how I met him, well Paul had left the area for uni and the boy who lived opposite me had a girlfriend so he did not need me any more to get him off. I had not had the taste of cock for months and I was desperate for some. I had sort of left school, just had to take my exams and I had a Job to start in the September, it was just after the Easter holidays and we were all given time to revise for the exams, I was as horny as hell thinking about cock all the time when I read an article in one of the Sunday tabloids about the discus ting practise of cottaging, This sounded like the best thing on earth to me so on the Monday morning I planned set off on my bike to some public toilets I knew of, it was a fantastic day, I had no rush I had the house to myself and dressed in my only bra and knickers and put on a tee shirt and jogging bottoms.

I arrived at the toilets and was shaking as I went in, there was no one in there and there was three stalls and I went in the first and was amazed at the writing on the walls, it was great going from one stall to the other reading it all. I heard someone come in and go into the next stall and I saw an eye at one of the many holes in the wall, well at the time I had my shirt up and I was squeezing one of my nipples and my joggers around my knees and the other hand in my knickers fingering my tight hole.

I had not locked the door and all of a sudden the door was pushed open and a man stepped in, he pushed me to my knees and dropped his trousers and pants and pushed his hard cock in my mouth and proceeded to fuck my face, mmmm it was fantastic to taste cock again and I was licking the end of his cock as he fucked my mouth then after a few minuets he come in my mouth. It was so tasty he pulled up his trousers and left. It was while I was still on my knees thinking how good it was to have sucked a cock after all these weeks that I saw a phone number and a note saying any young TVs ring for a hard fucking. And some other notes saying Ken is a good fuck and he knows how to use sluts. I was intrigued and then found lots of comments on the walls about him.

I spent the next few weeks going to what I thought of the pleasure palace and even found out about some other ones, it was a fantastic few weeks I managed to suck at least a cock a day which made me so happy. The phone number and notes was in all of them. I had to ring it I was drawn to it and one day with shaking hands I rang the number and this deep voice answered. But that’s the next instalment if you want to hear about it, or if you can not wait look me up on yahoo samantha4you2play