Part 10 - a night with Drago
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I noticed a posting and photo from a Mediterranean gentleman living in the same city which seemed intriguing and it proved irresistible. After making contact and sorting out the details I made my way to his house one hot Sunday night. It was in a run down part of the city, the house itself of faded glory, old yet in good condition. Opening the door, Drago was of medium height, burly with a half beard. Waving me in he closed the door behind me and then started to kiss straight away - that was very full on and yet erotic. "So you've come here to get fucked have you?" He chuckled and showed me into his living room. I noticed he had a lot of books and fine paintings so I guessed a discerning type too. Sitting in an armchair, he brought me a glass of red wine and then started unbuttoning my shirt and tweaking my exposed nipples "I want you to dress for me darling when we go upstairs". His intense gaze deep into my eyes hinted this would be quite a session. After enjoying our wine over some conversation he refilled the glass and indicated it was time to head upstairs. He pointed in the direction of the bathroom and said: "The clothes are in the bag". As I got ready and opening the plastic bag there was a collection of women's lingerie of different sizes, types and colours - most of it rather tatty. I selected some black stockings with a run down them, a black basque top with suspenders and a black thong. It was a bit tight but that added to the sexiness. I then made my way to the bedroom. Drago was sitting in an armchair by the bed, completely naked except for a silver cockring and sporting a large erection. As I came in he said: "There's a lovely slut. She looks so pretty ready to be used". I sensed he wanted a little show so I did a small parade and wiggled my butt enclosed in the minuscule thong for him I took a hit of poppers and then moved over to his chair, going to my knees and taking his hard cock into my mouth. He knew which buttons to press as he tweaked my nipples as the need to go further started to rise. He slathered some oil from a jar on his wet dick and I mounted the chair facing him. As he continued to work my nipples I squirmed over his crotch feeling his big, hard cock press against my sexhole. He devoured my lips with a hunger as my movements teased him.. He then bodily picked me up and lifted me over to the bed. I took more poppers as he pulled off the thong, but some oil on his fingers and thrust two into my sexhole. As he worked them back and forth with his other hand he put more oil on his jutting out engorged cock. My body sprawled on the bed, he lifted my legs over his shoulder, the stockings brushing the side of his head. I felt him searching for the sexhole with his eager cockhead., pushing in and the ring opened to accommodate him. He rested it there as he entered deep, continuing to excite my nipples and lustily kissing and biting my neck. His thrusting grew more powerful and intense and after what seemed a long time he twisted me onto my side with his pelvic action continuing. He passed me the poppers and then moved my body into a face down position putting a pillow under the pelvis to raise this up for his pleasure. Again the cockhead found its mark as the hard thrusting resumed as he mouthed obscenities which seemed to get him like a man insatiable. It was driving him forward to orgasm and soon the dirty talk was taken over by a low grunt as he released his heavy load of seed. In the afterglow, we finished our wine and gently kissed, tenderness replacing the crude animal rotting of a few moments previously.