There's this guy where I live who makes out he's some kind of hard man. He has got a reputation for violence and for being a bit of a meat head. He's six feet four and has muscles on his muscles. He's married and his young boys think their father is the bees knees.
I know differently. Each and every week for the past eighteen months, he's been round at my flat at least three times a week, to take my nine inches up his arsehole. And not only do I fuck the huge mans man, I fuck him as he wears the female clothing, make up and lingerie I provide for him to dress up in.
What's more, he is by a long way the best cock sucker I've ever had drain my balls with their mouths. When he's with me, he's as gentle as can be and often submits totally to my whims. Only last week I had him licking my arsehole, sucking my cock and then catching my pee in his mouth before I fucked him in the shower.
Before he went home, I had him clean, vacuum and do my ironing. All this before fucking him again as he knelt up in his lingerie leaning onto my leather couch. The one I made him buy for me.
He might be the hard man in his household or elsewhere, but in my home, he's my bitch and I use him to satisfy my needs.