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Please read this and let me know if you would have had the same feelings with this experience,

I have always used to consider myself as heterosexual, my girlfriend always finds it fun saying shes going to get loads of men for me to s*** their dicks, it turns her on. She always makes me s*** dildos and stuff but she really went overboard and i kind of enjoyed it.

It was rare we both got full weekends off but we did and on the Saturday she said she had a nice surprise for me. She said we was going to this club. She didn’t give me any more information. We got to the club and it was like a swingers club, it had loads of s** stuff, gimp rooms and a massive bar. I was kind of confused but we went to a private room and we both got undressed. She put on a pair of handcuffs and said relax were just going to have some fun, its not as fun in the bedroom.

She out this mask on me, it had a cutout over my eyes and a cut out for my mouth, like a big silver ring. She fastened it at the back and then i heard a click, it had a padlock on the strap, she promised if i asked to have it taken off she would. She then put this d**** gag in my mouth and that went round to the back of the mask and fastened like a belt, that too had a lock on the buckle, it also had a eye mask but she left that off. She then walked me into the other room where there was loads of holes in the wall. I was really confused, she removed the d**** gag from my mouth and told me to kneel down infront of one of the holes.

Little did i know, that on the other side of that hole is for men to put their dicks through. and the side i was on was for women / anyone whos going to s*** a p**** basically (gay / bi).
So after a few minutes a p**** came through the hole, she told me to s*** it, its the first time she ever told me to s*** a real p****, and i was honestly shaking nervous but there wasnt anything in my mind telling me to just get up and walk away and say no. I was in my mind really enjoying it. So i started sucking on this p****, and all i remember was feeling something warm in my mouth, as i started pulling back from the p**** it felt really sticky and she just said OMG did that taste nice, you look like your having fun, she untied my hands and used the 2 cuffs that came attacked to the wall, this means you can restrain someone in that spot, she tied my hands to the two rings on either side of teh wall and said you can spend a few hours here and have some fun, she left the room and didnt come back for what was easily 2 or 3 hours, and in that time i was honestly having fun sucking dicks. So i guess im kinda bi s***** and she didnt care she thought it was funny, when we got home she was h**** as f***. I really want that to happen again

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Eventually I finished in him and got up and left. Once home I gushed to him about how much fun it was and how I appreciated him taking a chance with me, with some more conversation eventually leading to my age being revealed and – to my own surprise – him revealing that he’d prefer it if we kept going in spite of it. I’d meet him continuously, probably once to 3 times a month or even multiple times in the same week until I moved away at 18. I never saw his face but I remember being inside him so vividly.