Service call at a remote site

It was a cold day in early March 2024, I was at a customer site for a service call. Repairing the problem required getting a supplier to replace a major mechanical component. That effort would take three days. During the first day, I didn’t have much to do other than supervise this large black man as he disassembled the system enough to get to the component and replace it. He was working alone, and I would help him when needed. We didn’t communicate much as we didn’t seem to have much in common.

I am married but I have a secret bisexual side and play when I am on the road. In the morning, before I came to the worksite, I made a posting on a website. I would discretely check the messages on my phone during the day. I got a few replies and by lunch I found someone that seemed like a good match. He was an aggressive top looking for a submissive bottom. If you don’t know what that means, you probably not going to enjoy my story. We messaged back and forth several times to define expectations. I did not want to share pictures to stay discrete and he felt the same way.

I had dinner by myself, walked on the treadmill and took a shower. I arranged for my guest to come to my hotel room at eight. I had purchased condoms and lube. I had swiped one of my wife’s douches and cleaned out my backside. In our messaging, he had said that was what he was expecting. There was a really awkward moment when I first opened the door to let him in. The man who I had been messaging and was now in my hotel room was the supplier’s mechanic, the very person that I have been working with all day. We had a good laugh. Since we were already acquainted, I found the sex quite casual and much more pleasant than when I am with a stranger.

The next two days at were interesting to say the least. The worksite was very remote. The customer contact would stop at the site in the morning and then again toward the end of the day. Other than that, John and I were alone. John is an aggressive top and I enjoy being a submissive bottom. We both could have gotten into a lot of trouble for the way we behaved at work. We did finish the project, but we had quite a bit of extracurricular activities as well. I had a fantasy about being a sex slave to another man. I don’t have that anymore. John enjoyed playing the part of the horny black man and I was his wimpy white sex toy. I may have lost count, but I estimate that John fucked me a total of fourteen times between my hotel room and the worksite. That was fun.

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