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I could taste Paul's precum and it wasn't long until he gave me a warning that he was about to cum and then he exploded in my mouth and I received a full load of his thick, creamy cum in my mouth.� There was little doubt how much Paul enjoyed his orgasm from his moans.� He had had a pretty full load of cum as well and I was still getting spurts of cum after seven or eight contractions of his cock. When I thought Paul's cock was fully pornstars drained I took the head of his dick out of my mouth and tucked his still pretty firm cock back into his speedo. I moved my face from Paul's crotch up past his stomach, over his chest to his face.� He was thanking me and I was interested in kissing him but I know how some guys are spent or just different post orgasm.� Thankfully, Paul wasn't one of those guys and we started making out.� I'm sure I still tasted of his cum and he didn't seem to mind as our tongues wrestled each other. As you can imagine, I was horny as all hell.� Paul asked me if I wanted to use his mouth, or his arse. We had discussed this in our messages prior to meeting up.� I consider myself versatile and Paul considers himself more of a bottom.� As it had been a while since Paul had any gay sex, his arse was eager for a good fucking and he warned me that it would be pornstar tight.� Despite the warning, when Paul broke off our kiss asking which hole I preferred, I chose door number two (the number two door - hehehe). Paul, seemingly recovered from his orgasm told me that was a good choice. He jumped up out of bed and headed for the bathroom to get 'supplies'. When Paul returned he had condoms and lube in his hands masturbation but to my surprise, he had replaced his red speedos with an AussieBum jockstrap.� Admiring his new attire, I dropped the tube of lube when he threw it to me.� By the time I had regathered my composure Paul was in the middle of the bed on all fours, his arse just there, waiting to be fucked. The AussieBum jockstrap is the same one that I own, Paul later told me that it was my selfies that made him buy it and this is the first time he had worn it in front of anyone (including his wife).� It fit him perfectly as the straps on the arse side fit perfectly with the lines of his well defined speedo tan lines.� And it would prove a handy thing to hold on to.� Speaking of which I pulled my cock out the leg of my red speedos, popped the condom on, squirted some lube in Paul's butt crack, squirted a glob of lube on my hand and then applied it to my rubbered up cock. There must be jokes about wanting to fuck a politician in the arse and it was that thought that went through my head and made me smile and I lined up my cock with Paul the Politicians arsehole. Man, it was tight.� My first attempt at sliding into him went no where.� I wasn't sure I had lined it up right but leaning back, I was right at his entrance.� The second time I pushed a little harder and felt the bell end of my cock pop inside Paul.� He gasped.� I checked that Paul was OK which I said he was, just asked me to go slow since it had been a while. An inch in, an inch out, an inch and a half in, and inch and a half out.� Getting everything lubed up nicely and making sure I didn't pop out of him.� This took a while but Paul sounded like he was enjoying it and I know I was. As everything was getting lubed up and loosened up a little bit Paul started backing up on my forward thrusts.� Wanting my cock deeper inside him.� The tell tale signs of someone who is a bottom and has bottomed before.� This made jerking my cock slowly get deeper and deeper inside Paul with longer and longer strokes.� Then, with Paul pushing back and me thrusting forward, holding on to Paul's cock strap I paused, as deep inside him as I could get. I had been been on the edge of cumming for a while but the slower pace had kept me from getting too close.� Now I wanted to fuck Paul hard and I wanted to cum.� I asked him if I could pound this out.� He said he wanted me to pound him. My slid out and I paused briefly with just the head inside him again, then with all my weight behind me, I trust back all the way inside him.� This time I didn't pause, out again, leaving a little bit more than just the head inside and immediately back deep inside his arse. There was no muting our pleasure at this point. Had someone been walking past in the corridor outside the room they would have heard two men in the throws of ecstasy. I felt the orgasm starting from deep in my balls and I thought one more stroke, but it was one more,� one more again and I think I was so horny that it took me half a dozen strokes before my cum was exploding out of me.� My trusts were hard and deep into Paul's arse. Leaning back, I admired the view of Paul's muscular back, the AussieBum jockstrap and my cock disappearing inside him.� Ever so slowly, I slide my cock out of him. It was a hell of a mess so instead of completely ruining the bed we headed to the shower. One heck of a hardcore fuck session.� Over the last twelve months Paul and I have been in sporadic contact but he hasn't been on the coast since then.� A few weeks ago, Paul reached out to me and asked if I wanted to spend a week hanging out with him in Canberra.� It turned out that I was free that week and I drove the four hours down there.� It was even hotter than the first time we met and I need to sit down and write about that for you guys.� Keep an eye on my Aussie Speedo Guy blog for the details. PROLOGUE This is the story of a mature woman, Deepti Sinha. She lives in the greater metropolitan region of Mumbai, India. She comes from a conservative Indian family and married to a troubled businessman through an arranged marriage, still a common custom in India and other countries in the region. She is a good woman, a good wife, and has made it her goal to create an environment of peace and comfort for her husband. It has been a task that she was predisposed to perform even if the effort seemed under-appreciated. Deepti is a submissive in personality and nature. The only problem is that she is still unaware of that and wouldn’t know what that is or means if she was aware. All she knows is that her role is to please and serve her husband in much the same way she did when she lived with her parents and family before her arranged marriage. Her natural impulse to please was of primary importance to the man’s family in order that he be freed to concern himself only with his rising career in business. They believed he was a man destined to succeed and bring credit to the family. Deepti was a virgin at marriage and understood little of the sexual world or its potential. As it turned out, her husband, Prakash, had as little interest in sexual relations as she had knowledge of it. Unfortunately for Deepti, though, the consummation of their marriage and the early years to follow opened something within her that remained frustratingly unfulfilled by an inattentive husband interested more in his business efforts and vices, gambling and drinking, than the significant charms of his wife. And, despite her subtle Big Tits hints and flirtations, he remained consumed by other things. Being submissive, however, she found it difficult, if not impossible, to express her interest in exploring sex with him. After 15 years of a c***dless and sexually frustrating marriage, she began to contemplate, fantasize, and imagine what might have been or might be if … The if was something she was not comfortable with. This story is the exploration she innocently began and found difficult to control. The towel she had had over her was on the floor looking Big Tits damp. 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