A third time. Incredible!

It would be incredible, but it happened. I, personally, was extremely horny. I was dying to fuck him again. He wasn't perfect, nor was he even the type of man I was usually attracted to, but he had the most perfect cock I had ever seen.

Sucking it had become an obsession for me, and I wanted him to fuck me like the first time, only this time I didn't want him to finish in just one night. Honestly, I'm not even sure if he came or where. From now on, I hoped he would give me his cum in both my orifices. Hearing him moan with pleasure while filling me up was all I could think about. That was, as long as he could do it at least four times. I was completely turned on.

By eleven, I was already looking for him in the chat, and I found him ten minutes later. A little while later, he was smiling at me from behind his apartment door with his hand extended, expecting what was promised. I handed him a small package. And he said, "To the bathroom, boy. Take your time, but do a good job." "Of course, my sir," I dared to respond. He let out a laugh and invited me to try a line he had prepared on a silver tray on the living room table. "Now don't waste time, get to it." His stuff was of better quality, no doubt, and there was at least twice as much as I had brought. That's what it means to be more professional. I was just a rookie in comparison. But we were around the same age, about 35 years old.

As on the previous occasion, he came in to leave me a bathrobe similar to his, and he left me a tall glass with two ice cubes and what seemed like three fingers of whiskey. A great touch, although the whole "bathrobe" thing gave me a bit of the creeps.

I took my time, had a shot, and went to look for him. He was sitting on the couch, and as soon as I sat down, he kissed me like the first day. "I've been wanting to do that, you kiss like a pro." "You too, it's not often," I replied.