I had been seeing (we called it serving) Miss Susan and Steve for a while. I'd met them online and quickly become a favourite of theirs. So much so that I would regularly be invited to stay the night, or attend their regular parties. One night over a bottle of red, I found the courage to ask them something i'd been holding off on for fear of offending. Would Steve enjoy a night alone with me?

To my immense relief, Susan's eyes lit up and she instantly blurted how hot that would be! The following weekend it happened. The build up and anticipation was immense. As it had been discussed at length through the week, i knew what to expect. I knocked on the door and turned around, to face away from the door. The door opened and i felt a familiar leather blindfold placed over my head. Steve's hand grabbed the back of my pants and pulled me inside. I stood there...unusually nervous. He started to strip me and run his hands over my body, manipulating me into positions for a better view. I found my way to my knees and his cock found its way into my mouth. I took it like it was the first time and gave each stroke extra attention. My tongue softly finishing each gentle thrust on the tip of his knob.

Steve took me to the shower and as the warm water covered us, he again gently pushed me to my knees. I probed and attacked his ass with my tongue. That shower was a blur of forceful cock-sucking/face fucking, deep passionate rimming and sensual deep anal fingering. Eventually he lead me from the shower and made me stand prone against the wall as he dried me off. Once in bed, although my wrists were tied to the bed head, I felt like suddenly i was the one being worshipped. He spent time pleasuring me with his mouth and fingers. He even took the time to offer me short hits of amyl. He knew poppers got me relaxed and intensely horny.

I remember the moment he entered me. I remember the kiss as he was pumping me. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out combined with the amyl made it a very passionate, hectic kiss. I also remember that moment where i couldn't help it any longer and i begged him to take me completely.

Mostly, i remember the feeling of his thighs straddling my chest. His weight. His hand under my head pulling me to his cock. The noise he made as he lost control. That warm wet feeling hitting my face again and again. Then of course, the taste of his cock as it slid into my mouth for the final time.

The final act was Steve removing my blindfold. I'll never forget what he said as he was removing it. "Smile for the camera boy". I opened my eyes to see Miss Susan sitting in the corner, beaming smile, with her phone filming the entire thing.