Three Strikes

Based on actual events, this is a tale of three encounters with a seductive, commanding stranger.

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Strike One

Lightning flashed through the blinds in my dark townhome. My eyes focused on my favorite meet-up app beckoning warmly through the screen of my mobile. A profile had caught my eye. The main photo showed an olive-skinned man with long, dark, wavy hair pulled back. He wore a dark suit with a bright flower. He was seated, leaning forward, spreading his legs wide. His head tilted downward slightly, so his eyes angled up to meet mine through the camera. The look was dripping with seduction. 

His second pic was a close up of his face. His hair looked shorter in this pic, but it was long enough to pull back into a man-bun. His deep blue eyes dazzled me. The wide smile on his face made me ache. I hoped his cock was as wide as his smile. 

The third pic was shirtless. His body was smooth, lean, slender. Some might describe him as skinny. His muscles showed some definition but without being “cut.” His nipples appeared to be supple. His profile said he was 5’9” tall and 140 pounds. It also said his cock was thirteen inches long. I flipped back to his pictures to see his hands and his feet. In all of his pictures, his hands were folded, and his feet were out of frame. 

The app must have alerted him that I was looking at his pictures. He messaged me, “hey, what’s up? Thanks for checking me out.” Then, he unlocked his private pic. It was a closeup of a long, thick cock with careful manscaping. My body reacted protectively. That cock was very long and very thick. Few porn stars were blessed with one that big. If this one was really his, he just might be wielding every bit of thirteen inches. 

“Hello sir. Not much here. Just settled into bed. Love to sleep during thunderstorms.” It was honest. It was late, and I was in bed. The storm outside was great for sleeping, but the picture of that man and that cock stirred hunger and trepidation. I wondered if I ventured out into the storm, could I handle one that big?

“Me too. We don’t get them much here, though.”

“Right? I moved here from the Midwest. We had lots of thunderstorms there.”

“Cool cool. From south Florida myself. Moved here about five years ago.” 

“Two for me.” 

“Welcome then. Wanna stop by to pick up a welcome basket?” 

I laughed aloud at the terrible line. Nerves about attempting to take his cock might have added to the laughter. “Sometime, yes sir. Tonight is out for me. My boyfriend will be home soon.” That excuse was not exactly honest. My boyfriend would be home in a couple of hours. 

“Got it.” He dropped a pin to me in the chat. “I’m here. Ever in the area?”

I looked and gasped. The pin was on my way to work. “Wow! I drive by you every day on my way to work.”

“Working tomorrow?”

“Yes sir.”

“What time will you be passing by?”

“7:00 or so”

“Perfect. I’ll see you then.” He messaged me a gate code and included his building and unit numbers. “Get some sleep.” 

I was both offended and excited. His audacity at expecting me to stop by on my way to work offended me. His confidence, though, enticed me. I knew I should not stop there, but I also knew that I would. I shut down the app, put my phone aside, and fell asleep. 

My alarm woke me on schedule, and I got ready for work as usual. I kissed my boyfriend goodbye and walked into the garage to get into my car. As the garage door opened, I reached for my phone and pulled it from my pocket. I opened the app and found the guy’s message. I gate code, building number, and unit, and I found them quickly. As I backed out of the garage onto the street, I felt my heart pounding. I remotely closed the garage door, shifted into drive, and headed toward the freeway. 

My heart pounded harder and faster as I drove. I barely remember the onramp, the interchanges, or the offramp. As I drove along the street toward work, I saw the condos come into view on my right. I moved into the right lane and signaled my turn. Entering the complex, I entered the gate code he had given me, and when the gate slid open, I proceeded. I found his building and parked. I exited my vehicle and felt my heart starting to pound again. I locked my car and walked toward the building. His unit was on the ground level to my left. I knocked. 

I checked the time, and it was 7:01. The blinds were closed, but I saw no light behind them, and I heard no sounds of anyone inside. I knocked again, and I pulled out my phone to check that I had the right building and unit. I did. He was not online. I felt foolish. 

I turned to walk toward my car. Surely, I had fallen for an old trick: he sent me to the wrong address. He was probably nearby and watching from a window. I imagined that he was laughing at me right about now. 

I took a couple of steps and then heard the deadbolt unlocking behind me. I turned to face the door as it opened very slightly. Through the narrow gap between the door and the frame, I saw part of his face. He extended his hand and gestured for me to come toward him. As I did, he opened the door more, so I could step inside. 

As soon as I stepped into the room, he closed the door behind me and turned the deadbolt. I turned to face him and saw that he was fully naked. His body matched his photos, and his cock was already long and thick even though it was not hard yet. I raised my eyes to meet his, and he smiled, “Hey. Glad you stopped by.”

He moved toward me and gave me a kiss on each cheek. Then, he cupped his hand to squeeze my crotch. I grunted, and he grinned. He stepped closer still, pressing his cock against my crotch, and reached both hands behind me to grab my ass. He pulled me into him while staring into my eyes. 

“Kneel,” he said softly. 

I obeyed. His cock was directly in front of my face, so I could smell his musk now. He smacked my face with his cock and told me to lick the head. As I tried, he smacked my tongue with his heavy thick tool. 

“Open wide,” he instructed. As I did, he continued, “and say ‘AH.’”

As I made the sound, he slid his cock past my lips across my tongue and into my throat. As soon as he blocked my air, he stopped. His balls were nowhere close to my chin, so he could go deeper, but he didn’t. He just stopped there and relished the fact that he controlled my breathing. 

I tried to pull away to take a fresh breath, but he pushed forward, driving his cock a little deeper into my throat. 

“No. Stay,” he ordered firmly. 

I needed air, but he wasn’t letting me breathe. I could feel my face reddening. My eyes were starting to water. He looked down on me and smirked. 

“Good boy. You cannot pull away. You need to. Your lungs are screaming for air, but you cannot pull away from my cock.”

He was right. I could not. Unconsciously, my lips sealed around his shaft. My tongue milked his cock as he hardened and lengthened. My lungs were on fire, and my hands raised to his legs to push away. 

He frowned and shook his head, “You cannot remove my cock from your throat. Only I can do that now. The harder it gets, the more you want it, and as hard as I am now, you want it more than you need air.” 

My eyes watered as I held still and felt his cock growing, hardening, lengthening, thickening inside my throat. I was trying to gag, but I couldn’t. To my surprise and his, I lunged forward and buried my nose in his pubes. His balls scrubbed my chin. My eyes widened as he laughed. 

He pressed the heel of his hand against my forehead and shoved me backward off his cock. “That’s a good start. You’ll be back for more now.”

I must have looked confused.

“You should have come to me last night when I invited you.”

I shook my head, “I couldn’t. My boyfriend was….”

“Not there,” he interrupted. If he had been almost home like you said, you would not have been on the app. 

“I lost track of time, sir.”

“Maybe, but I don’t believe you. Last night was strike 1. Today is your lesson and your punishment.”

“Punishment?”

“You want my cock even more now, but you will not get it today. Come back tomorrow morning, early enough to play. Wear a pair of your boyfriend’s briefs.”

To be continued..

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