Nevertheless, my secret gay fantasies were realized a short time ago. I was cycling along a remote section of road that borders a small unit of Nation...al Park Service property. Along the route are a couple of trailheads with small gravel parking areas. One such parking area is located about 50 yards off of the road. I have passed by it on many occasions, often thinking about a casual erotic encounter with someone. Usually it is vacant, but on this day, there was a pickup truck parked at the. He: where are you going honey?Me: to wipe myself shyamHe: come here darling I will wipe you.He pushed me to the bed and licked all my body and cleaned me as he said. Now he moved further down and was licking my pussy. And after sometime he began to eat my pussy. It felt very pleasurable and I was enjoying and moaning in pleasure.He then spread my legs apart and began to shake his cock for few times and slowly inserted his cockhead into my pussy.Then step by step he pushed his cock inside me and. Although Tink’s sex was still sore from yesterday’s ride on the rail, as her Master once called it and of course, from their mating but she bore the pain as a matter of pride. This was, after all, part of Master’s love for her, his purifying her defects. Gingerly, she settled onto the rail, cautious to avoid forward or backward motion that would cause splinters to pierce. Her body, after all, must be perfect for her Master. After about forty minutes on the rail a soft knock on the door and in. Without any real thought, I found myself pumping in and out on some sort of autopilot. I somehow knew my body changed the angle I was fucking into her, move her legs differently, reached up to pinch her nipples, and yet I wasn't consciously controlling anything. Another odd thing happening was that my dick felt numb as we fucked. Looking inside her, I could still not see any orgasm energy anywhere in her body even though she seemed to be having orgasms to me. Why fake them? She was going to let.