I've started traveling for work, and of course I'm hooking up with as many men as possible. So, I decided to keep a diary of my encounters. These stories won't have much of a plot, they are just about sex.
I'm a very feminine acting submissive pig, with bleach blonde hair that I wear in a short, high fade, multiple piercings in my ears, septum, nipples and belly button. I'm thirty-five, 5'10, 170#. I'm fairly muscular, and have a nice, round bubble butt. I'm completely smooth, with several tattoos. I love rough, freaky sex with dominant guys, and will do almost anything.
Friday night, I decided to get out and check out a bar. So I put on my new, pink and black jockstrap, a pair of very tight skinny jeans with holes in the legs and on the ass, and a pink tank top, then got an uber.
When we pulled in the parking lot, I could hear the music thumping. I walked in, paid the cover, and headed for the bar. I had a few drinks. I exchanged glances with a few guys, then noticed a black guy sitting at the end of the bar staring at me. He looked around fifty, and had a smooth, shaved head, and a thick black and gray beard. Our eyes met, he smiled and I smiled back. Then he stood up, walked over to me and said, "Hey sexy, can I buy you a drink?"
"Sure!" I replied, looking him over. He was a big guy. At least five inches taller than me. He wore a tight, black t-shirt that showed off a pumped chest. His thick, tattooed arms filled the sleeves.
He signaled the bartender, smiled at me again, and said, "Damn, boy, you're cute!"
"Thank you! You're pretty fine yourself!" I replied, smiling and batting my eyes at him.
"Thank you." He said, flashing a cocky smile. "I'm Rick."
"Nice to meet you Rick. I'm Zach."
"I've never seen you here before."
"I'm from out of town, just here for work." I explained.
"I see. So, just out looking for some fun tonight?"
"Yep!"
The bartender sat our drinks down. He picked his drink up, took a big drink, looked me over again and said, "Yeah, I'll bet you're lot's of fun."
I smiled, and said, "I've been told I am." Then picked up my drink, looked him in the eyes, and sucked on my straw.
"Damn!" He laughed, shaking his head. He took another drink, then without asking, started playing with my nipple, which showed in my tight shirt. His touch made my entire body tingle, and I reached down and started rubbing the front of his jeans. He grinned and said, "Yeah, I'll bet we could have lots of fun together."
"Oh, I'll bet we could." I replied, as I rubbed his dick through his jeans. It didn't feel small.
He took another drink, looked me over again, then put his other hand on my ass, and gave me a kiss. His tongue in my mouth and his strong hand squeezing my ass made my knees buckle. I was all his. "I'd love to take you home and fuck you, boy." He whispered in my ear.
"Well, let's go." I replied, feeling goosebumps.
He smiled, killed his drink, then took my hand, led me outside to a black Tahoe. He opened the passenger door, and I climbed inside. He got in, started it up, and we left the bar. My heart raced with excitement, and a little bit of anxiety. I love being picked up and going off with strangers. It can be dangerous I know, but that's part of the thrill. I looked at him, then reached down and started rubbing his crotch.
"Damn, boy, you can't wait for that dick, can you?"
"Nope." I replied. It felt very nice.
He laughed, and said, "Well, I'm gonna be giving you plenty of dick tonight baby."
After about twenty minutes, he pulled into the driveway of a very nice condo, then got out and took me inside. I looked around his living room, which was furnished with a big, leather couch, a matching recliner, and a bar in one corner. "Want something to drink?" He asked.
"Sure. Captain and Coke." I replied. He went to the bar, and I went ahead and undressed. He fixed the drinks, turned around, and saw me standing there, now wearing nothing but my jockstrap, and a pair of tall, black socks that had three pink stripes around the top.
He grinned, and said, "Damn, boy!"
I turned around, stuck my ass out, and said, "You like?"
"Oh, hell yeah!
I looked over my shoulder at him, smiled sweetly, and twerked my ass a little, then walked over to the bar and picked up my drink. He came around to the front of the bar, grabbed me, and shoved his tongue down my throat. I reached down, and unzipped his jeans. He slapped me hard on the ass, and said, "You want that dick, boy?"
"Fuck yes!" I whispered in a throaty voice. He was now hard in his jeans, and he felt really big.