I was surfing the schmooze way when I was buck private messaged by an older guy. He was in his late 40's and there wasn't much 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, and explained that he worked nights at a hotel and was both blase and horny. He suggested that I come over and help oneself relieve his boredom. John Lackland had still not severalize me a great deal about himself but he'd succeeded in making me horny, and a bit heady. I had been talking up what I would enjoy to try and didn't want to game down now. I agreed to come over and encounter him.

I found the hotel, one of those ex-country house hotels ; very up market and not easy to notice. As I drove down the drive, I felt my heart rate increase as I contemplated what may be about to happen ; I'd only ever kissed one guy before and was neural about how far can would expect me to go.

As I stepped out of my car and approached the front room access, it opened a crack. I pushed my way in through the tempest door and before me stood John ; lately 40's, a short brusk than me and compact. He was in a suit, complete with a smart looking tie. whoremonger stepped towards me and stepped straight into a firm kiss.

I was still drinking in the posh environment, and John, and found myself slightly overwhelmed. Before I regained my composure, John had led me through the antechamber and through a room access. I stepped into the fanciest sleeping accommodation I've ever been in and St. John the Apostle one-half closed the door, explaining that he needed to hear out for the headphone at reception.

whoremonger stepped to the side of meat of the four notice bed and sat on the side ; I stood, half in the room and rooted. trick told me to come closer while he removed his tie and suit crown. As I stepped in front line of him, John removed his suit trousers and folded them and placed his apparel carefully on the bed.

St. John the Apostle stood in front of me in his shirt, boxers and socks ; I suddenly realised how real this was, that I was about to see another guys stopcock in the flesh for the inaugural metre. John told me to"come here"and I stepped forward. St. John the Apostle kissed me again, hungrily and manly ; I felt consumed by John the Evangelist's sassing and hands. John had grasped my ass through my jeans and squeezed firmly. John pulled my T-shirt over my pass and gently pushed down on my shoulders.

I'd determine pot of porn and always fantasized about being the beautiful girl desired and sluttish pleasing a guy. I knew what John wanted and slowly sank to my knees. I saw Johns shirt and then before me was a pair of shorts clearly hiding an erection. I looked up at John and then back at his drawers and reached out and grabbed his waistband. I pulled his boxers down and John's semi erect prick bounced into view in presence of my face.
I paused, taking in the sight of another man's cock and John took hold of it ; pulling his foreskin back. Saint John the Apostle placed his former helping hand on the back of my head and I found my head moving towards John's cock. I opened my back talk and found my mouth total. My senses were assaulted by the taste of prick and an insistent thrust into my mouth.

I reached up and grasped John's cock to hit some control and started to take in my first turncock. After a few minutes, I started to develop a rhythm and began to enjoy the taste of this hard 6 in stopcock which I had my sass wrapped around. Suddenly I felt my head pulled from this cock and I was returned to my feet. The suddenness had my head spinning.

can unbuttoned my denim and ran his hands down inside and over my tail end, pushing my jeans and underdrawers down. I stepped out of my clothes and stood naked in front man of John."On all fours ”, and I responded. I turned one shot and dropped to my knees ; I bent forward and found myself naked, on all fours on a hotel chamber floor. I started to realise the stead I was in, and how cancel it had come.
I told John the lube and rubber were in my blue jean, which he'd asked me to work as he had none at work. I looked up and saw the half open doorway and could smell the corridor and lobby beyond, anyone could give walked in to see me sucking eagerly ; I felt a dirty kick run through me.

I sensed John kneeling behind me and he slapped my ass. As I felt the sting on my as cheek I felt cold drizzle of lube on my ass and a finger work it into my ass. My cock was toilsome and hanging untouched beneath me ; I was feeling assaulted by the billet, overwhelmed by the firsts and the thought of what lavatory was about to do.

John the Divine said nothing but I heard him spread out the prophylactic packet boat and lube his stopcock. I looked up at the door and had a sudden thought that person may walk in. As I finished this idea, I felt a hand grip my hip and a low temperature pressure against my exposed ass. John slowly eased forward and I felt his cock enter my ass. bathroom grabbed my early hip and pulled me onto his cock. I felt every inch enter my ass and then his clod come to repose against mine. I reached round and felt John's belly against my ass.

St. John the Apostle pulled back and started to sleep together my ass, harder and faster. Slapping my ass, I had difficultly staying on all quartet and I sank cheek first into the rug. With my ass arched, John took a firm grip and rode my ass. I ended up grimace first on the trading floor with my cock pinned against me. John straddled my wooden leg and fucked harder and faster ; his breath came faster and louder. Suddenly John, with his hands on my back and berm, thrust his cock orb deep into me and cry"yeh ”.

I lay there, pinned under John and with his peter in me. John stood up and his cock pulled out of my ass ; leaving it stretched, sore and I started to try to take in all the sensory faculty of my first sucking and fuck. As John headed to the bath, I felt a warmth muck from my ass ; I immediately thought I'd bled at being stretched. I reached back and felt the liquid 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 tease as John's cum oozed from my ass over my balls. I thought I'd be furious, as I'd been clear about wanting rubber fun ; yet it only added to my touch sensation of having been slutily used and ridden by this man. I felt turned on and horny ; and went to the john. I sat on the crapper and as St. John the Apostle's cum dropped from my asshole, I wanked myself to an vivid orgasm.

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