I was surfing the confab room when I was private messaged by an erstwhile guy. He was in his late 40's and there wasn't often information on his profile. He started asking who I was looking for and we got chatting, and in hindsight I was probably doing all of the talking. What got me hot, what I thought I was looking for.

He introduced himself as John Lackland, and explained that he worked night at a hotel and was both tire and horny. He suggested that I come over and assist ease his ennui. John had still not severalize me a good deal about himself but he'd succeeded in making me horny, and a bit reckless. I had been talking up what I would love to try and didn't want to back up down now. I agreed to come over and meet him.

I found the hotel, one of those ex-country house hotels ; very up market and not easy to find. As I drove down the ride, I felt my sum rate increment as I contemplated what may be about to happen ; I'd only ever kissed one guy before and was nervous about how far St. John the Apostle would expect me to go.

As I stepped out of my car and approached the front door, it opened a crack. I pushed my way in through the storm doors and before me stood John ; former 40's, a little shorter than me and thick. He was in a lawsuit, complete with a smart looking tie. whoremonger stepped towards me and stepped straight into a firm kiss.

I was still drinking in the posh milieu, and John, and found myself slightly overwhelmed. Before I regained my calm, John had led me through the anteroom and through a door. I stepped into the fanciest bedchamber I've ever been in and John half closed the door, explaining that he needed to listen out for the speech sound at reception.

John stepped to the side of the four poster bed and sat on the side ; I stood, half in the room and frozen. trick told me to arrive closer while he removed his tie and courting jacket. As I stepped in strawman of him, John removed his suit of clothes trouser and folded them and placed his clothes carefully on the bed.

John stood in figurehead of me in his shirt, underdrawers and socks ; I suddenly realised how real this was, that I was about to see another guys dick in the flesh for the first meter. John told me to"come here"and I stepped forward. John kissed me again, hungrily and manly ; I felt consumed by whoremaster's mouth and script. John had grasped my ass through my jeans and squeezed firmly. King John pulled my T-shirt over my head and gently pushed down on my shoulders.

I'd determine passel of porno and always fantasized about being the beautiful young woman desired and sluttish pleasing a guy. I knew what John wanted and slowly sank to my knees. I saw john shirt and then before me was a pair of packer clearly hiding an erection. I looked up at John and then back at his boxers and reached out and grabbed his waistband. I pulled his bagger down and John's trucking rig put up cock bounced into sentiment in front of my face.
I paused, taking in the mickle of another man's hammer and St. John the Apostle took handle of it ; pulling his foreskin back. John placed his other hand on the back of my principal and I found my brain moving towards lav's tool. I opened my mouth and found my verbalise entire. My senses were assaulted by the taste of turncock and an insistent jab into my mouth.

I reached up and grasped can's rooster to earn some control and started to sop up my first cock. After a few proceedings, I started to develop a rhythm and began to relish the appreciation of this hard 6 column inch cock which I had my back talk wrapped around. Suddenly I felt my head word pulled from this turncock and I was returned to my feet. The suddenness had my head spinning.

St. John unbuttoned my blue jean and ran his manus down inside and over my butt, pushing my jean and boxers down. I stepped out of my dress and stood naked in front of John."On all fours ”, and I responded. I turned round and dropped to my genu ; I bent forward and found myself naked, on all fours on a hotel bedroom level. I started to pull in the lieu I was in, and how lifelike it had come.
I told toilet the lubricating substance and safe were in my jeans, which he'd asked me to bring in as he had none at oeuvre. I looked up and saw the half candid doorway and could sense the corridor and lobby beyond, anyone could have walked in to see me sucking eagerly ; I felt a dirty tingle run through me.

I sensed John kneel behind me and he slapped my ass. As I felt the pang on my as boldness I felt frigidity drizzle of lubricator on my ass and a digit body of work it into my ass. My cock was strong and hanging untouched beneath me ; I was feeling assaulted by the situation, overwhelmed by the firsts and the thought of what John was about to do.

bathroom said zero but I heard him open the rubber mailboat and lubricate his cock. I looked up at the door and had a sudden thought that someone may walk in. As I finished this idea, I felt a script grasp my hip and a coldness air pressure against my disclose ass. St. John the Apostle slowly eased forward and I felt his cock enter my ass. John grabbed my other hip and pulled me onto his cock. I felt every inch enter my ass and then his egg come to rest against mine. I reached round and felt whoremaster's belly against my ass.

John Lackland pulled back and started to fuck my ass, harder and faster. Slapping my ass, I had difficultly staying on all Little Joe and I sank face first into the carpet. With my ass arched, lavatory took a steadfastly hairgrip and rode my ass. I ended up brass first on the floor with my dick pinned against me. John straddled my stage and fucked harder and faster ; his breath came faster and louder. Suddenly Saint John, with his deal on my spinal column and shoulder joint, thrust his stopcock balls deep into me and cry"yeh ”.

I lay there, pinned under John and with his cock in me. lav stood up and his cock pulled out of my ass ; leaving it stretched, sore and I started to try to take in all the sense experience of my first suck and shtup. As whoremonger headed to the bathroom, I felt a warmth slime from my ass ; I immediately thought I'd bled at being stretched. I reached back and felt the liquid state coming from my ass and I realized John had just ridden my bareback and dumped his cum in my ass.

I lay there ; used, fucked and taunt as lav's cum oozed from my ass over my balls. I thought I'd be furious, as I'd been clear about wanting safe fun ; yet it only added to my intuitive feeling of having been slutily used and ridden by this man. I felt turned on and horny ; and went to the bath. I sat on the toilet and as John's cum dropped from my asshole, I wanked myself to an intense sexual climax.

I came back into the room and found my clothes on the floor and the way empty. John had returned to work, I have served my use and it was time to leave. As I drove back down the campaign, my ass sore and with lavatory's cum still inside me ; I realized that the entire experience had turned me on more than I had ever been before ... but I wanted another discernment of that cock .