A story of a series of meets that occurred a few years ago. Please bear with it, it’s my first effort in quite some time….
Opening the app, I saw I had ‘3 Unread messages’. Not expecting much, I hit the icon and opened the messages.
The first two were pleasant enough; “Nice legs love, would love them wrapped around me.” Sort of efforts. I replied, thanking them.
The third message was different. It came from a Jack_Bull_999 from Yeovil! I hadn’t seen that profile before, so, a bit excited, I opened the messages.
“I’m going to smash your back doors in you filthy slut.” I was a little bit surprised. Occasionally you get rude stuff like that on Fab, but this seemed to be a bit OTT.
I looked at the senders small picture which showed a finely tanned, toned torso, with a hair-free chest. It also showed that he was currently online.
Resisting the temptation to open his profile, I replied “Will you now? With what?” Pressing send, I sat back to await the response.
Sure enough, when it came, it was as pleasant as his first; “With my cock, you stupid bitch!”
I nearly ended it there. I can’t be arsed with arseholes, and this guy was clearly one. But the little devil in me decided to have some fun.
“Lovely, I look forward to it. When can you host?”
Pressing send, I wondered if he’d bite.
When the reply came, it was just as bullish. “Right now! Get your kit on and get over to ….” He had given his address in the message.
It was in a pleasant suburb over the other side of town. The tone of his messages did not match the standing of the people I imagined lived there. I was thinking, do I need this? Shall I fuck him off?
I had another message “Well, are you coming or not you slut?”
Wanker! This pissed me off. I was going to teach this prick a lesson.
“30 minutes” I replied and went and showered. In the shower, I douched and gave my already smooth balls the once over with the razor.
I got out, got dried and went to get dressed. I put on my black pvc corset, black rubber stockings and a loose pair of pvc pants. From my shoe cupboard, I got my knee high FMB’s and popped them in a bag.
Slipping a hoodie and trackies on, I covered up the majority of my slutty underwear.
I then retrieved my travel case from under the bed. Smiling, I knew its contents were going to bring lots of enjoyment, well, at least to me!
Grabbing my dark wig, I popped my trainers on and hopped in the car.
Precisely 30 minutes after sending my message, I pulled into his driveway.
Sure enough, his house was lovely. There was a nice, blue Porsche in the drive too.
Parking my shitty Ford behind his car, I got out and retrieved my gear and the travel case from the boot.
I noticed the front door was ajar, so I pushed it open and stepped into a rather ornate hallway.
“Get changed in the room to your right then get your fucking arse upstairs” a gruff voice commanded from above.
Again, I questioned what the fuck I was doing. His voice sounded really deep and masculine. Maybe I had bitten off more than I could chew.
Fuck it, I’d come this far. I pushed the door to the right open and found there was a small shower room behind it.
I whipped the outer-garments off, slipped my boots on and zipped them up. I put on the wig and retrieved a pair of long, pvc gloves from the travel case.
I picked up the case and made my way across the hardwood floor and up the stairs. My cock was unravelling in my pants, I always get a stiffy when wearing those boots!
At the top of the stairs I paused. “Here!” The voice came from an open door to my left. I strolled to the door and left the travel case outside. Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I boldly walked into the bedroom….. |
