The Meeting

Anyone who knows me, even a little, will know that I used to be a regular penis of a sex meeting place and would get very involved with writing sex stories, posting racy pictures and join in with extremely contentious and lively debates. Despite my diminutive height, my posture was not of a meek and mild person. That was the public persona and it was a in effect dodging from my real life.


Anyone who knew me better on that site knew another part of me, the really me and I could count on my fingers, the the great unwashed who I allowed to do it that Rachael. We'd share personal news report of our lives, photos of the most suggest nature and we'd even chat on messenger when we were away from the site. The masses who knew me the best, I could bet on the fingers of one hand ... .. with two finger's breadth amputated ! This write up is about one of those three, King John, a guy that I truly thought that I'd never, ever meet.


I live in a sleepy village in the beautiful Cheshire countryside in Great Britain. It's a wonderful place to live, I have a great mob, ace job and my life story is good. At the fourth dimension of this write up, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my fellow because his sis in law made some horrible comments about me and he found it easier to ditch me than to be a man and fight down me. C'est la vie !


Now I mentioned my job in the last paragraph and I had worked damned hard to get where I was at this point and at 22 I was earning well above an average remuneration, drove a £50,000 company car and was the envy of many citizenry. I'm not being smug about that, just very proud of my accomplishment ! The former cool matter about my job, being a Personal help to the managing theatre director of a software company, was that we travelled a lot. In the briny we covered all of the UK but we also do a lot of trips in Europe and occasionally, America.


Anyway, back to being ditched ... ..


Paul had left me and as usual, I was online trying to barrack myself up a bit. John was having his own issues and his married woman had recently moved out. He said that the entirely difference when she left was that his grocery store bill had halved as they'd not slept together for over six months. I really felt for him and jokingly I said, ‘ I'll have to follow over and cheerfulness you up !'


He replied, ‘ I'll book you a flight of steps to Wisconsin for tomorrow !'


I laughed out aloud as I read his message but not for a reason you'd think ! In ten days time I was flying out to WI with my political boss and for all the time we'd talked, I never thought to ask in which State he lived. I knew that my next comment wouldn't be believed but I went with it anyway.


‘ You aren't going to believe this but me and my party boss are flying out on the 23rd September, to a little place called Ojibway spill, Wisconsin to see a guest who does security installations.'To add to the truth, I quickly added, ‘ Peacock Securities Inc'


I stared at the screen and I could see that John had read the content but he wasn't typing. I was about to poke at him when his side by side message popped up, ‘ I live in Chippewa Falls !'


It was my turn to be stunned, ‘ Yeah yeah ! A unit State and you live in the little Town I'm visiting !'


His answer was almost quick. He sent a exposure of a telephone set bill, his address clearly shown.


My response was pretty much automatic because we had spoken for so long and I really considered him a confidante and close friend. I simply typed, ‘ Well it would be rude if we didn't run across up !'


Now I knew that John had a bit of a crush on me and again, that's not being smug, just stating facts so his response made me smile.


‘ You have no theme how well-chosen you just made me ! I'm going to fit you inside two weeks ! Wow !'


He suddenly became like a giddy fry so I calmed him a piddling and said I had no idea of the itinerary as yet but I promised him two things and made clear one other point. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely cope with. Second, I would try to arrange things so we could have a whole good afternoon to catch up but he was treating me to intellectual nourishment. Lastly, I said that we would have to run into somewhere public because, despite the fact we'd chatted for ages, I wanted to be 200 % sure of him as I didn't want to get my party boss as a chaperon ! He accepted it all with his usual good grace and by the time we signed off, I couldn't believe I was, in every sentience of the thought, about to assemble a guy off a erotica site ! Oddly though, I couldn't delay !


body of work was meddlesome so the time went quickly and I was keeping a little secret up my sleeve. I'd explained to my knob, with a few white Trygve Lie, that an old family friend lived in the township and asked if we could adjust things to give me a little time to trance up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an afternoon or an evening to take dinner. When he gave me the revamp travel plan, he'd allocated two days and two nights that I'd have to myself in Chippewa Falls. I decided immediately to not tell John, just in case we didn't get on that well. The former odd thing was, since I'd announced the trip, we'd not had any of our usual smutty conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the actual estimate of get together had brought about a new lesson dilemma for us. I didn't care, I just thought it would be cool to forgather him. Unfortunately though, that night, things changed. I couldn't get to slumber and after all the naughty role performing we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my naked body and the equally rude ones he'd sent back, my cerebration were of how I'd cope with not seeing his pretty cock in the anatomy. Did he not desire me like that now ? Had I ruined the head game ? I didn't want to pamper the meeting so I just let it eat away at me rather than stymie John when we chatted. As far as he was aware, we were meeting at 2pm on the 24th September on magnetic north Bridge Street at Lucy's delicatessen food. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a dress, designed to ram him godforsaken. This was a freakish merging to say the least and my theatrical role had always been a niggling risqué so this dress wasn't going to interchange that !


Over the succeeding few mean solar day, we spoke each evening and it was clear that there were nerves on both sides which seemed crazy because we knew so lots about each other. privy was talking about billet we could go if we had the time but I was still reluctant to expose the true timescale, blaming my political boss for complications but confirming that we had at least six hours to chit-chat ! I hoped he'd question the word ‘ chat'but he just said that it was more than he could ever have hoped for. I was getting impatient. I didn't know why and didn't know what I wanted him to say but our online messaging the adjacent eve, the eve of my flight, I decided to promote a little more. I was in bed, ready for an early flight so I opened the New World chat app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

King John : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

John : Just watching tv set, dog curled up with me

Rachael : Awwww I forget about Marvin ! Are you bringing him to see me ?

John : Yes I can

Rachael : Hmmmm you can ? Do you not desire to ?

John Lackland : Yeah I do, I was just thinking something else but maybe it's best to just bring him with.


I finally saw the suspension I needed.


Rachael : whoremonger, can I be blunt ?

John : You never asked before ! Why is now any different ?

Rachael : Heyyyyyy cheeky !

Gospel According to John : Sorry, go on, be blunt !

Rachael : OK, since I mentioned my visit, you've suddenly become A-one set aside and I don't recognise you and now you're holding back about the bloody dog ! What's going on ?

John : OK, honestly ?

Rachael : Always !

lav : OK, I'm terrorize !

Rachael : Why ?

John : Rach, I've dreamt of meeting you for so farseeing I just can't believe it's actually happening ! Somehow, when we talk now, it feels like I've just met you and I'm a bag of nerves ! Does that make any sense ?


I was laughing as I typed.


Rachael : YOU PILLOCK ! Do you not intend I'm nervous too ?

bathroom : NO ! You are always so confident !

Rachael : John, you are a great guy but God, you are so getting a slap when I see you !

John : lol OK but now I'm even more aflutter !

Rachael : Why ?

toilet : TWO DAYS ! ! !

Rachael : unplayful for a minute ....

John the Evangelist : OK

Rachael : You don't have to bring the dog to the deli

John the Evangelist : Do you not want to meet him ?

Rachael : Of course I do !

John Lackland : But how can you if I don't bring him ?

Rachael : You are incredibly silent at times !

John : Ohhhhhhhhh you mean you might do to my place ?

Rachael : Unless you don't want to give me the tour of your workplace you've been telling me about for months ?

whoremonger : yes I do !

Rachael : Well close up then !

John : But only if you're surely

Rachael : John, stop public speaking, see you at 2pm, Lucy's delicatessen

John : I so so so can't wait

Rachael : Same here !

John : Have a safe flight babe

Rachael : Don't forget your notecase, remember you're paying !

John the Evangelist : My pleasance ! Goodnight xxx

Rachael : Xxxx


I closed the app, turned out the visible radiation and tried to suppose how that merging would go. I imagined the disclosure dress which is tight and gives my tiny boobs a respectable hike. It never fails to get care but the man I was meeting has already seen naked photos of me so the tease was somehow even greater. My fingers found my cunt as I imagined him getting hard in his trousers as soon as he saw me and that number 1 hug would have his cock pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 body pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of pictures of his farseeing, fat cock and within 48 hours, it would be throbbing right in front of me. I rubbed my clitoris faster as I imagined what could come about after lunch and at that dot, just as a beautiful climax washed over me, I knew that his delectable cock would be filling me with his seed, no question !


flight of steps day was a incubus ! A two stop escape and long campaign from the airport saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, local time. We dined at a cover girl local eatery but we were so tired, I couldn't tell you the gens of it but they did do a beautiful pepper sauce steak followed by a magnificent cheesecake ! ( When in Eternal City etc ) We had a few drunkenness and while my boss was calling plate to his wife, I walked out to the street and took a photograph of the street house and sent it to Saint John the Apostle with a substance. All I said was, ‘ Real enough yet ?'


I didn't look for a reply until I was back in my way and I chuckled when I saw it. He'd replied to the effect that it had taken every ounce of willpower to stop him from driving into town to say hello. I wished him goodnight, put my phone on charge and within indorsement I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast meeting with the client started. Over a spate of food, my readiness for the meeting were perfect tense and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing extra business we could do for our guest and by noon we had made our final notes and were preparing to leave. We'd been to a local bar for an informal winding down of occupation with two of their theater director and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my foreman had worked the two rid days into the trip as the three guy cable started to discuss their golfing challenge and I made my excuses for not joining them, especially after their secret plan. I knew how much my chief could drink and I really did favour my own plan for the next 48 time of day ! At 12:30pm, my genus Bos passed me the winder to the repulsive Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my buttock, thanking me for my awesome preparation employment. We made our farewells and I promised to stay fresh him updated on my safety and whereabouts. He does look after me.


Our hotel was only a two minute walk away so I made my way to my room. I dressed quickly into my special outfit, applied a little composition and looked in the mirror. My fuddled red dress with the zip up the front which stopped halfway up my boob was mete obscene but, the short ignominious cap added decent class to lend a little decency to the final flavor. The padding gave a short hyperbole to my lowly chest and I was terribly gallant of the spare cleavage it afforded me. I gave a trivial twisting in the mirror, checking out how tiny my bum looked and was more than happy as I turned towards the door but I stopped, paused and walked back to look at myself again. The dress demanded that I couldn't wear a bra as the padding was built in but the tightness meant my knee breeches were still, ever so slightly seeable. I bent over and with a little battle, I pulled my red, lacy step-in down my branch, straightened the garb and grinned broadly. If this didn't make his optic pop out, nothing would ! I made my way to the basement garage and the car, entered the address of Lucy's deli and set off. According to the satnav, I'd get in about fifteen minutes early and I knew I'd need that time to calm down myself down.


The route outside Lucy's, compared to any side town, was very broad and I was delight to find a parking blank space across the road from the delicatessen. My fondness was pounding in my chest and I took respective deep breaths before I gave up on trying to stop over my bridge player from trembling. Before I flew from England, I'd checked out the model of car that John said he drove and I was scanning the street for one that looked like but, the same as an American in England, all the cars were alien to me and I was about to open up looking however, at 1:55pm a tan, Chevrolet Cavalier pulled up, right field outside Lucy's. As I saw the companion expression appear from the car, my face vanished, I grabbed my handbag and jumped from the Toyota. The local anaesthetic were slightly bemused by the petite blonde leaping from a car and screaming,"can !"as loud as she could and waving frantically !


The huge grin on lavatory's face made me laugh out loud and he ran across the road to me and I leapt into his arms for the biggest, best and most square hug of my life. He held me to him with his arm wrapped tightly around my waist and mine around his neck and our cheeks pressed closely together. We both said things along the lines of, we couldn't believe we were actually here and that sort of matter. More impressively was that he didn't delay too long to put me down, my garb didn't rag up too far and he kissed my cheek after he'd put me down. That wasn't right for me though.


I put my hands on my hips theatrically,"Really ? Thousands of stat mi and you kiss my cheek ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a right buss on his back talk and drop my arms around his neck again. I knew that tongues were wrong right now but I think he liked our low kiss, especially by the smile as I pulled away and used my thumb to wipe off the lipstick and then my next comment of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


His handsome case tried to withdraw on a serious-mindedness,"Ahhh the famous appetite of the diminutive Brit ! seed on then !"


With that, he took my hand and led me across to the bright red canopy of Lucy's, the look-alike I had stared at online for days. All my nerves were gone and I gave the big script that was leading me, a little hug which earned me the same back and another immense grin from a very happy guy. As we were about to accede the food shop, John stopped me and in an almost breathless tone of voice he said,"Rachael, you know I've always talked straight with you so, I've got to say you look fucking amazing little girl !"


I giggled, having played out this aspect in the hotel, just an minute ago,"wellspring, if you think this looks good ...."


With that, I shook the jacket from my berm, held my coat of arms out and gave a little wiggle. The full effect of my strapless outfit had the desired effect and he was pretty speechless apart from a ‘ Holy fuck'and a ‘ Wow !'That was enough for me ! We went in.


As whoremonger ordered our intellectual nourishment at the counter, I stood with my arm around his shank, looking at our reflection in the mirror as he towered above me and I felt happy, well-heeled and so decently where I was. I'd seen so many pictures of this guy but, as I looked closer, he was so much taller, well built and cute than I'd ever realised. He caught me checking him out and winked into the mirror at me. We were both grinning like school day kids and the poor cow behind the counter huffed a few times which just made us both laugh more than and she couldn't get us to sit down quick enough, saying she'd institute our order across.


service of process staff aside, the next time of day and a one-half was amazing. We chatted, we laughed and flirted mildly but every second base just felt awe-inspiring. It was only when I glanced at my picket that a sudden sadness came from the other side of the table.


"Rachael, this has been such good fun ! We can go for the guided go of my castle if you like now or wherever you want to go !"Then he asked the motion he didn't want an answer to,"So, how long do we give birth ?"


I gave a lilliputian face and I swear he was airless to crying but I'm a cruel bitch and put two finger's breadth in the air.


"Shit ! Only two hour ?"He gasped


I couldn't do it to him anymore so I took his hand, squeezed it tightly and in a whisper I said,"Two DAYS if you want me !"And with that, I leant across the tabular array and kissed him. The kiss was soft and I allowed my natural language to tease his backtalk until his own spit met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the room but time seemed to stand still. That kiss could have been for just a minute or for an 60 minutes, I truly couldn't Tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper,"Take me abode !"


After another peck on the lips, John paid the pecker and then, as any gentleman's gentleman would, he walked me over to my car. He told me that he'd turn his car around and I could follow him for the few short Admiralty mile to his house. I realised right then that I still resembled a Cheshire cat and the nerves I'd brought with me had been replaced by an incredible, sparkle excitation for what may pass. Who was I kidding ? I knew what was going to come about ! We were going to fulfil one of the many sexual scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our use playacting Roger Huntington Sessions, or one of the tantrum in my many stories. The sole tangible questions were, which story and who would take the lead ? The aching in my groin kind of answered the latter enquiry for me and a little architectural plan of seduction was forming, even before I pulled into the traffic behind can's car.


The drive to John's home was only five or ten arcminute and, when we stopped at some dealings spark, I slipped my jacket back on. I was conscious that John probably had neighbours and no matter where you are in the mankind, neighbour like to gossip. As I climbed out of my car on the clean driveway of a pretty, one storey nursing home, I carried my briefcase and looked very professional. Maybe pro with a lead of slutty, but professional was definitely in the description !


"Welcomed to my home, Rach !"can said with justifiable pride.


"I love it ! But a home definitely needs a dog !"


He knew I was a dog nut and I'd seen photos of Marvin from day one so as he opened the doorway, a big cream fuzz flew past us, charged around the presence lawn and then pounced on his headmaster for cuddles. Only after a brief tussle with John did he see the stranger and then I had a lovely affectionate greeting for a bit ( measure ‘ Hello'of a nose trying to go up my skirt ) until he got drill and decided that it was time for John to feed in him and he made a dash for his food bowl. trick apologised profusely for the want of shade of his dog and told me to come in and make myself at home while he saw to Marvin.


The movement door opened into a big living room with pine tree laminated floors and as John went towards the rear of the house, I had a snoopy around. A beautiful, black leather suite with a four-seater settee took pride of place, all chairs aimed at the enormous TV in one corner of the room, by the window. In the opposite word corner was a vast wooden building block which was bursting at the crease with CDs and I gave a wry smiling thinking that lavatory was definitely a bachelor despite the fact that his ‘ wife'had left but, having always been a bit of a tomboy, I loved his style. By the time he came back in the room, I was looking through some photograph on the mantelpiece and the cool guitar which was hanging above it.


"Love the place trick ! Do I get the balance of the hitch now ?"


He agreed so I put my pocketbook with my briefcase on the deep brown mesa and told him to precede the way.


We went to the basement first to see all of his handiwork down there, then back up to see the residue of his lovely home. The last way was where we both silently wanted to be, his bedroom. It was a big room with the posterior window looking out onto other houses and a Brobdingnagian bed with very warm coloured sheets. The smell in the room was of freshly laundered linen paper and I smiled inside that he'd changed his bedding for my visit ! I decided that I had to acquire control of the situation or I'd flare-up so I stood by the window, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to retain this blind down if I lived here ! neighbour can be awfully prying !"With that, I released the subterfuge and it dropped down to the windowsill. I wiggled my eyebrows and laughed to proceed him a little confused as to my aim and before he could annotate, I asked to use the bath. He pointed me towards the ensuite and I gave him a peck on the brim, making some comment about being bursting for a pee, just to keep him off guard.


I'd picked up my pocketbook on the way back through the support room as every lady friend would when using a strange bathroom and after I peed ( yes, I was actually bursting for a pee ), I used my wet-wipes to freshen up below and then I stood before the mirror, preparing for my lord program of conquest. I was still wearing my jacket and I carefully slid down the zip at the strawman of my frock. I've mentioned that it's quite tight so as I moved the zip down, each face separated to reveal Sir Thomas More of my thorax and I stopped, just above my belly button so the English of the dress and my jacket were just covering the centres of each breast but John was going to be treated to the full beau of each small knoll. My skin is very white but very smooth and I was getting uneasy at this barefaced display but I was satisfied that this was as sexy as I could ever see. I just hoped he hadn't left the bedroom.


I clicked spread the bathroom threshold and walked back into the room. John was sat on the bed and his jaw dropped out-of-doors as he lifted his head. I smiled as I walked slowly towards him, letting my jacket Fall from my shoulders, then stepping out of my blackguard. I stopped a few feet from him and whispered,"I brought you a gift but it still needs let out properly !"


John gulped hard as I took the lowest stride towards him and his hands went to my hips and he leant forward to osculate me, only having to get hold of up slightly from his seated attitude. As we kissed, his hired hand caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the candy kiss after a minute or so and taking half a step back again. His hands trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a soft kiss between my chest before revealing them in their petite aureole, pulling back to feast on the leave-taking of my apparel. He sighed as my shaved kitty came into view and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the dress off my shoulders, leaving his cyberspace admirer stood completely naked in his bedroom.


He gulped hard,"Rach, you ... .you are beautiful ! No photo could ever do you justice !"


I smiled as I moved closer to him, pulling his school principal to my pectus and biting my lip as his big, strong hands touched my raw bum and his candy kiss went straight for my painfully heavy mammilla. Almost instantly, my legs began to quiver as his fondle my stern and then my rear, pulling me harder to his nibbling mouth, moving across my thorax. The heat in my slit growing wildly and just as I was wondering how long I could stay standing, I felt myself being lifted off my feet. I looked into toilet's eyes as he held me aloft and no words were needed but a osculation was. I planted my backtalk firmly on his and our tongues began an immediate battle, so intense that I barely noticed him laying me down on the bed and positioning himself beside me. His celestial hand massaged my breasts firmly and I sensed some trepidation from moving lower but before I guided him to my aching cunt, there was another issue that needed tending. I broke the kiss and panted my two Bible instruction.


"Get au naturel !"And then I remembered my manners !"Please !"


lavatory kissed me heavily again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to commence undressing but stopped dead and I watched his optic, feasting on my nakedness. I should have been embarrassed but I just smiled and asked if he was well-chosen. I know it was a stupid question but it threw him and he stuttered before saying that he couldn't ever be happier. He was then looking me up and down, looking for more than Good Book before I reminded him to get his bloody clothes off ! We both laughed but then it was my good turn to be in for a dainty. His body was encompassing, toned and lovely but his rooster, his big fat hammer finally came into opinion and I began to salivate as he climbed future to me again and it pressed hard into my leg as our lips reconnected. I gave an involuntary growl as I reached for the yummy piece of meat that I'd seen so many times before in photo and just as I'd imagined, my finger's breadth barely reached around its cinch. My holding his pecker was enough of a signaling for John and I soon felt his hand cupping my whole pussy and in moment, a finger slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his shoulder softly and opened my legs slightly to afford him best access. It felt so good and from the randomness down below, I was as wet as I could ever be and despite my love of stimulation, I just needed filling, and I needed it now. With the gentlest of pushing, I rolled John onto his backbone and there was a small looking of concern as I extracted myself from the two fingers he'd teased inside me. To ease any doubt he had, I gave little butterfly kiss across his face as I straddled his body and ground myself against his manhood. He took the initiative and gripped my arse firmly and added even more insistence on my sensitive clitoris. I lifted my typeface from his and bit my lip slightly as I reached between us, raised my bum slightly and aimed his cock at my jam. He was already covered in my juices from the short grinding and when I pushed back, he slid smoothly into me. He stretched my back talk tightly and despite the pocket-size sting, the first half of his seven inches was in. I lifted almost completely off him and then pushed down harder and by the thirdly push, our bodies were fully connected. I held the place, swirling my hips slightly and we purred together, looking deep into each early's eyes.


"Oh my God Rach, that is ... .... do it that's ... ... .. Wow !"


Supporting myself with my paw on his chest, I stared into his optic, a wry smirk on my facial expression as I raised and lowered myself, torturously slow, revelling in the delicious voluminousness in my sex. John's mouth was a permanent wave ‘ O'having given up after his previous attempt to phonate his thoughts. The solely sounds in the room were the with child breathing and soft grunt each time I dropped fully onto his perfect pecker. picayune by little I increased my pacing and John's right hand sought out my breasts as his left thumb started to massage my clit with vigour.


"I'm not going to finally long !"He gasped as I was looking down at the incredible good deal of his thick electron tube, stretching my slit to the max and glistening with the endless flow of my juices. The air was thick with the scent of lecherousness and I could sense my own climax rising and implore he would final long enough to ploughshare our starting time climax.


Suddenly, John pulled me to his breast and then rolled me onto my backbone. For a brief instant, his full exercising weight was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the brief of seconds I felt so humble and powerless but then he took further command and it was amazing. He pushed his amphetamine consistence from mine, nudged my legs wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me hard and I screamed out in joy ! My sexual climax was heading towards us like a heater geartrain and he was in no doubt as to my delight but after a few minutes, and me being ripe on the edge he stopped. I asked him what the Hades he was doing, out of add up shock, but before all the words were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his nerve in my pussy. I instantly grabbed two handfuls of pilus and held him tight on my button where his tongue was a blur as his hands squeezed my bum so sloshed. In seconds I was back on the brink of follow and I let go of his hair and pinched my own nipples to mail my brainiac into orbit. My unanimous consistence convulsed and I was drifting in and out of consciousness as every vulcanized fiber of my being joined in with this amazing company. I'd wrapped my legs around his neck at some point and, as their grip began to decline, I felt them being pushed up as John Lackland slid his cock back into me. I swear it had grown in the death few minutes and, with my knees pushed back by the side of my read/write head, I watched in awe as it parted my sensitive pussy and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the unhurt experience revitalised the orgasm which had been dissipating and I felt my whole torso cramp with each brawny thrust which were pounding my tiny anatomy into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a holla and his final exam thrust went deep inside me as I felt his cock impulse and stretch as he unloaded his balls into my well-chosen, saturate hole.


I lowered my legs and pulled him to me. Yes, he was heavy but that post-fucking kiss has always been my favorite and I held him there until he finally rolled us over together to put me back on top, his slightly softening cock, still buried deep inside me. I finally broke the candy kiss and rubbed his nose with my own.


"That was DEFINITELY worth a stumble to WI for, Mister !"I said in a whisper and kissed him gently again.


John's smile was one of pure joy and he paused a second before he spoke,"If I never have sex again, I won't concern Rachael ! You just rewrote the book ! But ... ..."Then he paused


"There's a but ?"I asked, laughing.


John kissed my intrude and squeezed me airless to him,"The but ... .. apart from this sexy ‘ butt'in my hands, is ... ... I'm not sure if I can ever let you go again !"


I playfully slapped him and cuddled close but I knew, in just two daytime I had to go back to my rule living and no matter what he, or I felt, that was all it could be, two admirer, first meeting, wild sex then go. I hoped we could both deal with that.


We lay there, until the laws of physics deemed his bastard lenient enough to plump down out of me and an quick flowing of copious amount of money of fluids started to trickle from me. With much screwing up of my face for comedic essence, I climbed from the bed and excused myself to the bath. I had a pee and used some more of my wet wipe to clean house up but all the sentence I was in there, I was trying to remember if I'd ever felt so substance after sex with a guy for the first clock time. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a nose candy job, my dearie portion of foreplay ! No matter, I'd make that up to him at some point and raise to him that I hadn't lied about my speciality in that area.


As I returned from the bathroom, John had climbed under the binding and he pulled them back for me to climb under with him. I didn't need a irregular invitation and I snuggled up beside him, running my hand through his chest hair as we chatted. It felt so easy, so well-off and natural, not like it should for mortal you only met properly a few hour earlier. All the time we were there, his right hand was on my binding or my bum as he held me shut, while his left hand dwarfed mine as he held it on his chest. At some point, we must have drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the shadiness over the window wasn't as light so the sun must take been setting. I propped myself up on my human elbow and Looked over John's handsome features. His whisker was greying at the synagogue which was rather distinguished and he had a few appearing on his dresser too. I smiled inside as I thought, that must be the reason he shaves down below, nobody wants grey pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his earlobe into my mouth and started a gentle swirling of my spit. I watched a blanket grin appear on his boldness as his eyelid fluttered undefendable. I kissed him and then, with a faux-serious cheek said,"We have a problem !"


Not being used to my humour away from a keyboard, John asked cautiously,"Which is ?"


"Well, it's something you're going to pick up a lot of over the adjacent two days !"


He worked it out,"You're athirst aren't you ?"


I nodded and he feigned exasperation before we got into a little titillate competitiveness. I stopped it before we got too horny again because, well I was starving ! I knew my next suggestion would work though, I said we should portion a exhibitor. He seemed to like the estimation as he swept me up effortlessly and carried me into the bathroom.


In no time at all, we were stood together under the strong catamenia of water but, bare physical structure, roaming hands and lots of soap usually adds up to an erection ! Today was no different and with John's petting of every part of my trunk under the pretence of washing me, including a tentative intromission of a finger in my bum, had me reasonably horny too. I decided that it was time to right the wrong.


"I think I need a freshman before dinner !"I said seductively as I sank to my stifle in forepart of his hammer. It was dislodge of soap by now and this was my first proper fill up up position. Immediately I realised why he felt so just as he rode me earlier, the huge head with its flared sharpness were pure for stimulating a kitty and he gasped as I hungrily took him into my mouth. I stroked with a twisting motility as I sucked and slurped on the offset three inches and noticed that John had took cargo deck of the rails as his legs quivered slightly. He was panting already and I suspected that this was not going to last too long. He admitted later that his ex hadn't given him a blowjob in the last two twelvemonth of their family relationship. I decided to move forward with my party piece and I moved slightly more of his tool into my mouth, testing the back of my throat. He was a little thicker than any I'd done this with before but I knew I could handle. I've been blessed with very minuscule gag reflex so I was quite lofty of the cushy whimper from John Lackland as I pushed forward and my nose pushed hard into his pubic pearl and I held there. Then I pulled slowly away, allowing the good seven inches to reappear from my mouth as I held eye contact with a very well-chosen man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the head with my pharynx muscularity, I snaked my natural language out to tease his lump. His moans were exquisite and then I grabbed his rosehip and urged him to fuck my throat. He didn't take much convincing and began slow but long strokes, raining extolment on me from above. I was right that it wouldn't last foresightful and when he announced that he was coming, I took ascendence with my hand on the shaft and my clapper all around the top dog and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly large cargo in my oral fissure. He tasted really trade good and I gulped down every drop, finishing his treat with the gentlest of kisses as his predisposition was at its peak.


I stood up to the warmest possible hug. He panted his thanks,"That was the best ... .. the best cock sucking ... ..the skillful blowjob ever ... .. You are ama ... .. you are FUCKING amazing ! Thank you so, so much !"


I kissed him and replied,"I didn't thank you properly for earlier, so you're welcome !"


"Anytime Rachael, anytime at all !"


As we got out of the exhibitor, John handed me a big, albumen fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off. I realised that I'd left my small case in the car so, when John was going out to the bedchamber, I asked if he'd mind getting it for me. I hung my towel on the rail, found the hairdryer and as usual, I started thinking about food and the eating place I'd passed over the finale few Clarence Shepard Day Jr., wondering where we were going to eat. My thinker was totally in the worldly concern of food so I yelped when a big hand grabbed my bum.


"Sorry, couldn't resist !"He said as he gave another grope.


My hair was still a piddling damp but it was dry enough for now. I followed John to the bedchamber and put my grammatical case onto the bed and opened it. I took out a Tesco mail carrier bag ( Tesco is U.K.'s expectant supermarket ) and asked John to put it in the electric refrigerator. He opened the bag and laughed.


"You brought cheese ? You brought high mallow to the dairy State ? I thought you read up on this place ?"


Still naked, I put my hand on my pelvic arch and drew myself up to my full 5 foot 1 column inch and squared up to him,"Listen love, I never travel without my time of origin American cheese cheese and after I've cooked for you, you'll agree that it's safe than sex !"


Even I didn't believe the finale affirmation but St. John the Apostle just shook his top dog and laughed at me. He kissed me as he walked out to the kitchen grumble,"Crazy Brit !"so I slapped his bum for his brass and returned to my pillowcase.


As I started to pick out clothes, I called through to the kitchen,"Guess what I forgot to pack from my other case ?"


John returned to the bedroom and was promptly to be the perfect host,"Don't headache ! Whatever it is, I'm indisputable I've got it covered ! I mean, I've got time of origin cheddar now !"


I gave him my dear evil look,"OK then smarty pants, where is your drawers drawer ? I never planned on bras but forgot my panties !"Then, I shrugged my shoulders and added,"Ah well, I'm indisputable that idea will prevent your head occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


Saint John shook his heading in desperation and walked out of the room, groaning and bent look-alike to label the tip. I slapped his bum again !


I pulled on a white waistcoat top, not too tight or revealing and a jean skirt which came to mid thigh. If we were going into a eatery, I wanted to look nice for bathroom. He whistled as I came into the living elbow room so, in order to prompt him, I spun around, hitched up my skirt and wiggled my naked bum at him. When I turned back, I asked,"Is that OK ?"


He involuntarily licked his lips,"OK isn't really the right terminal figure ! And it sure tastes better than any food we'll eat tonight !"


I congratulated and thanked him for his bright result and we headed out to eat. His comments about the food for thought we may eat were very wrong ! We arrived at a stead called Casa Mexicana which was nothing to look at from outside, but inside was a all different story with every wall, president and mesa painted with vibrant word-painting and scenes. It was the prettiest restaurant I've ever been in and the nutrient was incredible. We took our prison term between courses and after we'd had a coffee, I gave an stymie yawn.


"Oh my God, I'm so sorry !"I said as another oscitancy took hold of me.


trick took my hand,"Hey it's OK, I bet you're exhausted ! You were travelling forever yesterday, up early today and, well, we had a picayune exercising this afternoon ! You've every right to be wrecked !"He lifted my hired man and kissed it softly,"Shall we miss out on an all night club and head back ?"


John insisted on paying the peak despite my plea so I paid a prissy tip and chatted to the owner before we left. We kissed a small in the car park before I accepted that I really needed to get back.


The restaurant wasn't far from King John's house so we soon back, being greeted by an energise Marvin who could smell out the scraps we'd brought back. lav asked if I'd like a warmly drinking chocolate before bed. I accepted eagerly but asked if it was alright to have it in bed. Naturally, he said yes so I went ahead to the bedroom, kicked off my shoes and quickly removed my two item of clothing and climbed beneath the duvet. Then, as the mop up potential house guest, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must have been a honest few time of day later when I woke up, desperately needing to pee but, when I realised that St. John the Apostle was spooning behind me, breathing softly onto my neck, I honestly thought about staying put. Unfortunately, the urge to pee was way too often and I slowly extracted myself and went to the john. When I returned, my eubstance had obviously cooled a piffling and I woke John as I backed into him with a cold bum. He asked if I was OK but I shushed him and told him to get back to kip as I snuggled in, wrapped myself in his arms and drifted off again. That is what sleeping with a bigger guy is all about. That is sleeping idol. Nothing beats spooning ! Well, that's not quite honest. Spooning which leads to forenoon sex is even better, as I was about to determine out at around 10am the stick to morning.


The first adept I was aware of was two fingers, deeply inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my nous to encounter a morning kiss and no sooner than out lips met, the fingers were gone and I gasped as the full seven in of his lovely tool, slip slowly but fully inside me. I wiggled my bum slightly and pushed gently onto his lap, relishing the spirit of being so broad of ‘ man ’.


The rocking of his hip joint started slowly and as his work force caressed my dresser, I reached back and stroked his bum as the strokes grew in length. I'd been with this man for to a lesser extent than 24 hours but it felt like he knew my body so well as he touched and made love to me so perfectly, but then, as I thought this wakeup call couldn't get any right, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his rear, never missing a stroke. He then gripped my pelvis, spread my legs and started to recoil me as he raised his hips, thrusting his meat into me in a way I've never felt before, hitting my G-spot perfectly and I gripped his arms tightly as my climax hit me immediately. I couldn't move as my muscleman gave in completely and his thrusts took on a new urgency, thrusting more forcefully than I thought possible. My climax grew even big and I'm sure the vicinity could learn my yells quite clearly as I begged him to come inside me, and in a dozen more plunges, John's consistence dissolved into spasms as he emptied his balls.


Almost instinctively, we rolled back to our starting status and John was still easy fucking me and with each push, I felt the last tremors of my sexual climax and I sighed my contentment.


"goodness morning !"I said, unnecessarily,"That was the best alarm clock ever !"


John kissed the binding of my school principal,"Good morning time, sexy lady ! Well it seemed like the most logical way to come alive you up and deal with my hard on, all in one go !"


I elbowed him softly,"Cheeky ! But ten out of ten for efficiency !"I paused for a secondment before adding,"We really want to get up now though !"


Saint John the Apostle giggled,"You're thirsty aren't you ?"


I turned my head and gave him a long, soft kiss,"You learn quickly !"


I extracted myself from can's cock with a bit of a haphazard ‘ plop'and made my way to the bath with a skirt chaser pennywhistle from behind me. ( It's always nice to be complimented ! ) I cleaned myself a piddling, brushed my tooth and as I was about to leave the john, I noticed a sick blue sky shirt hanging on the dorsum of the doorway. I took it down and put it on, then smiled at my reflection in the mirror. Even I knew that there is lilliputian as sexy as a humble girl in a guy's shirt. That always looks hot and the low growl from the bed as I went back into the sleeping accommodation confirmed that thought.


"ejaculate on, lazybones, feed me !"I pleaded in a fake panicked voice. It had the desired effect and lavatory climbed out of bed, put on some shorts, led me by the hand to the kitchen and lifted me onto a feces by the breakfast bar like a child. I wanted to pull him to me but he just looked down at me as the baggy shirt, open air at the front man, gave a full view of my naked body. He sighed heavily.


"Any luck you can just endure this today ?"


I feigned shock and pulled the shirt back against my thorax,"Hey cheeky !"I paused and added,"But my outfit today should please you, provided you make me some food NOW !"


John gave a salute, turned on his blackguard and started breakfast. I busied myself with the coffee machine and we chatted like an old, glad twain, talking about everything and nothing. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our chat and he was making what every Northern English somebody lovemaking ... .. Bacon Butties ! Freshly sliced bread, creamy butter, loads of crispy Baron Verulam, a little Armerican cheddar and a spattering of browned sauce. As we tucked in, he agreed that this was a culinary chef-d'oeuvre, one which he'd definitely have in the future. We polished off our mass of food for thought and I insisted that John go and get ready while I put everything into the dishwasher. By the prison term I'd wiped all of the aerofoil down, he was ready, dressed in blue short and a T-shirt that showed his broad chest off nicely. I gave him a quick kiss and went to dress myself.


To break myself a niggling quotation, I'd managed to throng quite a few outfits into my smaller bag but John the Evangelist's scuttlebutt and exonerate love of my wearing his shirt, well it made my choice easy. As I pulled the top from my bag, it always looks like a long rag of lose weight cotton but it's actually a cut back shirt with no buttons. At the straw man though, there are farsighted pieces which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end consequence is a poise looking shirt with a visible gap between the breasts and stuff which shows the shape of your boobs, perfectly ! The material is quite thin and for little girl with darker tit, there is zilch left to the vision. Thankfully, my teat are much lighter but when it's colder, well you get the idea. It's a very sexy top ! I added my denim shorts which don't appearance off my bum boldness. Well, I wanted to look sexy but I didn't want to see like a crummy tramp ! I finished the outfit with a simple couple of strappy sandals and for my makeup, I did very little, just a spot of mascara and a pale lipstick.


When I came back into the aliveness room, Saint John the Apostle gasped at my outfit and immediately caressed my boobs through the top.


"Sorry Rach, I just had to touch ! Fuck, that is hot !"


As any young woman will tell you, wish don't get oil production and we can tell when they are for real ! I was felicitous with ‘ Fuck, that is hot !'so I kissed him and we set off out.


A short drive later and we were walking, script in hand, through Irvine parking area. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to exchange Park, sorry guy rope but you went to the lesser one ! Irvine commons is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the people were friendlier. Hmmm maybe I should approach the Badger State holidaymaker board. They should be paying me for promoting them in this story ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, heavy few hours in the common and two guys got slapped by their wife/girlfriend for staring at my pectus which caused much gleefulness to us but, by 4:30 we were sat on the pasturage eating Brobdingnagian ice creams and John asked where I'd like to go next.


"Ooh I'm sword lily you asked !"I said in a ‘ matter of fact'tone and I reached into my purse and pulled out a small slice of paper with an speech on it and handed it to John.


He looked at sea,"That's way out of town, are you indisputable you have the rightfield address ? There's only a winery out there ... .."His voice drifted off.


"And ?"I asked as privy looked at me and I was wiggling my eyebrows and grinning madly."What else is there John ?"


"A sex shop ? But what do you want from a sex shop class, and that sex workshop in exceptional ?"


I held his manus,"Do you call up Holly's story ?"Now for those of you who don't know my series ‘ Holly and Friends ’, don't worry, I'm not going to do much of a despoiler but you really should read it ! Anyway, back to this news report. I continued to talk after he gave me a nod, you see, after reading this write up, privy and I had started to get friends. Sorry, I keep getting distracted, really going back to the story now ... ..


I continued,"Well, you remember the scene in the sex shop cabin, between Sky and the customer ?"


John instinctively grabbed at his package as he responded,"Oh God, do I ? That's a fucking hot conniption ! Do you ... ... I mean ... .... Really ?"


I patted his hand,"You really involve to learn to fetch up a time baby !"I reached into my bag and pulled out another top and a pair of shortstop,"I've even brought an excess rig for you to rip off me !"I showed him the part ripped seams so he didn't strangle me. ( For those who don't know the scene, read on, you will soon sympathise )


John seemed more than happy to pamper my illusion although he did luff out that we'd be going into a berth where charwoman rarely went and there would probably be other guy cable in there when we arrived. I reminded him that it all happened inside a cabin so nobody else would see and he was glad with that and we set off. I didn't count on one aspect of it but it turned out to be a fillip. I'll severalise you about that shortly.


John had a bit of a distraction as we drove to the big sex shop class. I had reclined my tush and stripped naked in order to modify my outfit. The shorts were white, rolled up hems and very lightweight while the top was a hopeful blue sky, cotton t-shirt which was a crop top but much less revealing than my current shirt. I'd thought about this and it was bad enough that a girl was going into a sex workshop, I didn't want to front like a prostitute ! I packed my other clothes away just as we pulled into the car park at the stern of the edifice and my epinephrin was pumping through my veins. I felt so excited and so incredibly horny and I was climbing from the car before we'd even stopped properly. I'm sure that John, at this point, was wondering what the Hell he'd signed up for ! I knew him well enough to get it on he'd have sex it !


In earned a slap to my bum from St. John as we walked towards the incoming for daring to use a terrible American accent mark to ask,"You got quarters, buddy ?"Note to self, don't use a wacky accent mark !


OK, confession clip here. I HAVE been into two dissimilar sex shop class in the UK but they were null like what I entered here, on a back route of Wisconsin River. Each time I went into a UK one, there may feature been one or two Guy skulking around the DVD section, not even daring to attend at the sheer young gentlewoman that entered. Here though, as we entered the shop area, I counted eight guys, all openly staring at the half dressed missy and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a footling flighty but had already anticipated the first doubt from the man behind the counter.


"Hey beloved, got ID ?"


I already had my passport in my deal and passed it to him, smiling as confidently as I could at the prissy, if slightly bored, guy in his early fifties.


"Thanks Rachael !"He said pleasantly,"Have a sound time here ! Cabins are through the curtain, you'll need stern !"I smiled at this and looked at John with a ‘ told you so'look on my face.


He handed over a ten dollar bill and took his smattering of coins, then turned and led me to the curtain area, neither of us making eye contact with the sets of oculus following us but both aware of some quite crude comments being directed our way.


We walked through the drape into a long, darker room with chalk cabinets, fully of DVDs down the left wing wall and around eight cabins on the right. There were three or four guy rope stood around, watching our entrance, and at beginning coup d'oeil, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their doors were closed. John dragged me into the number 1 threshold as I saw a young, tall and blonde guy going into the room future door. He smiled at me as I disappeared and John was straightaway to slide the dash, muttering under his breathing time,"Shit, I know what animals at the zoo flavor like !"


I quickly placed our bag into the corner and took the quarters from John, putting them onto the piffling shelf above the coin slot. As I fed about 12 of the coins into the slot, I had a spry look about the room and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the wall opposite the entering was a big, compressed TV screen and in the middle of the room which was about eight feet solid, was a two-seater sofa, covered in faux leather. I assume this made it well-situated to clean. The smell was, as I expected, a bit funky but I was already in the zone, horny as hell and ready to get started so the smell really didn't bother me. A quick grope at John's shorts said he was more than ready too.


Now, when I wrote the tantrum with Sky in Holly's story, I was pretty specific about the porn movie that was playing but on this day, I stopped flicking through as soon as I saw a girl, tied up and taking a terrible fucking. I instantly saw what I wanted and needed so I wiggled my eyebrows at can and he nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it turned out, my naivety and readiness for fun stopped me from noticing a hole in the leave alone bridge player rampart. I had no idea that some cabins had hole between them and John had assumed both the fact that I knew and had seen this one. The young guy I'd seen entering the next cubicle was watching as John and I started to relive the discussion I'd typed, so long ago.


lavatory impressed me greatly as we clicked into part performing mode and he began by forcefully sliding the seating back against the rampart with the door. This gave us quite a big infinite and unbeknown to me at the clock time, a much practiced view for our peeping Tom !


He pushed me hard against the TV blind and came nose to horn in with me and snarled,"You've been teasing me for too long you little beef ! A guy can only take so much you know !"


I grinned wildly at beginning, never realising that he'd be so honest at this but then, I snapped into ‘ uneasy girl modal value'and tried to bear on him away as I spoke,"Please I'm sorry ! I didn't mean to offend you !"


bathroom knew we were being watched so he chose his next words carefully,"Too fucking late, fancy woman ! Everyone has left for the weekend, it's just you and me and that flirting small ass is mine !"


I increased my shaking,"Please ! Please don't do something you might repent ! I promise, I'll stop doing whatever has pissed you off !"


"Too late, gripe !"And with that, John grabbed the neck of my shirt and in one swift motion and the sound of ripping material, my t-shirt was gone completely. I yelped quietly but, as he threw the rags to the floor, he took grasp of the waistband of my shorts and did the Saame, despite my nerveless protests.


I stood, trying to cover my nudity, pleading for indulgence but as I spoke, whoremonger kicked off his drawers and pulled his t-shirt over his point. I feigned shock as his hard, angry shaft led him back to me and he slapped my arms away, revealing myself to him. He tried to kiss me and I swung my header away but he quickly grabbed my chin, turned my principal to aspect him and forced me to kiss him. Then I squealed with genuine surprise as he knocked my peg apart with his knee and squeeze two fingers straight into my hole.


He laughed a low, dirty jape,"You're a lying squawk too ! You fucking love this ! Look how wet your cunt is !"And with that he pulled his fingers from me and wiped them on my lip."You're nooky gagging for it !"


John spun me around and roughly twist me forward. I grabbed onto the shelf below the TV as he kicked my legs apart and rammed himself in me. I was so wet, it barely stung but I did jazz my head on the TV. John whispered a fast question, checking I was alright but I shushed him and he continued his assault on my puss and God it felt dependable. I kept up the pretence of pain and begging him to stop but this run right into his hired hand and where he wanted this office play to go.


He punctuated each house thrust with his Good Book,"What the fuck ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na hold back moaning ... ... .. I'd better fill ... ... that whore mouth ... .... of yours !"


I was in Shangri-la with the screw I was getting, it truly couldn't be better and I assumed, from his words, that I was going to possess his cock forced down my throat and, as an eagre tool lollipop I was set up to hold while staying in character but, as he rammed his cock home plate, he lifted me by my hips and get around me ninety stage to my leave, I reached for the rampart to save me head-butting that as well and then, I got my number 1 prospect of the foot square muddle and I was face to facial expression with a slim, eight inch putz. My electrical shock was real and when John barked at me to sop up it, I was genuinely frozen, staring at this quite impressive creature before me.


Gospel According to John slapped my bum, quite hard and it stung,"Shut yer weeping and suck that putz, hiking !"


I decided on cruel retribution for the smack so I said,"Yes Sir !"Then took the centre in front of me, fully down my throat and held it there. King John groaned at the sight and pumped even harder, knowing how good the enigma guy was feeling and, with each thrust, my nose was pushed hard into his soft, blond os pubis. I could hear the guy on the other face, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, John ordered him to ‘ fuck that sassing good !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was young and I didn't expect him to endure too long but it was a serious, twenty thrusts from John behind, and him in my face before he called out and blasted his seed into my lip. It was acrid and potent so I spat it on the level, not noticing what was happening in the cabin future door. When I lifted my head, another, smaller putz was in front of me and I went to suck him but he pulled back a little as he wanked furiously and in irregular he shot his consignment all over my nerve. It was then that I saw three solidification of eyes watching me through the hole and a script came through to roughly grab at my breast as another prick appeared at the maw. I felt completely out of restraint as I was being fucked, harder than I've ever had before, was being groped wildly by two hands now, and another cock was being rubbed furiously in front of my look. It felt amazing ! I trusted John to keep me safe and as I squealed at my nipple being pinched mercilessly, I sensed John was about to follow inside me and my own orgasm was reaching an epic peak so I pushed forward, trapping the arms which were groping me and slurped the up-to-the-minute cock into my oral fissure. My climax hit me laborious and my legs and arms began to buckle but King John caught me and held tight as he gave his conclusion three drive and then held inside me as he emptied himself into my saturated slit. As his spurts began, the cock in my mouth pushed hard into my pharynx, surprising me a little but I didn't choke as his source went straight down, missing my mouth for all five bursts. As he slid himself out, a final cytosmear of cum trailed along my natural language to allow for me a very pleasant, terminal taste.


Almost immediately, I had to motivate to expose release of the roaming custody on my chest and John lifted me upright. Almost immediately, the brass of the first guy appeared at the hole and beckoned me forward. I thought the persona dramatic play was over but lavatory had former estimate. He pushed me to the kettle of fish, spread my legs and pressed his eubstance against mine, squashing me against the wall. I was still shaking and sensitive from my enormous orgasm so I genuinely writhed to try and escape from the tongue which plunged into my hole but John Lackland held firm, grinding against me and sliding down a little so his re-hardening cock was pressed between my bum brass, still slimy from being inside me. I pretended to fight back, calling him every name under the sun and this just made him operose, faster. When he started to slip even lower, I knew what was coming. He reached between us and lined up his cock at my bunghole and as soon as he did, voices from the other side were shouting their encouragement and that was all he needed. He pushed slowly and firmly and to be fair, I was having my clit licked furiously and my bum was already pretty relaxed so it opened up for him. It still hurt ! I screamed out but he thought it was the plot so I yelled,"piece of ass SLOWLY !"And he took the steer. He stopped for a moment and then pulled back and then pushed in until I flinched again. This happened four sentence before I felt him pushed tightly against me but by this point, I was in a haze as my good kitty-cat licker had finger's breadth inside me and was already bringing me to a peak again. I barely noticed Saint John the Apostle starting his fucking motility as my unanimous body was in receptive overload as I was pinned to the wall, tits squashed flat and both holes being completely used. I moaned loudly and my whole consistence shook as the monumental orgasm took hold. My nates heftiness clamped hard on bathroom's cock and he planted his full load, deep in my bowels but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, spun me around and offered my nates end to the fix. As he did this, I panicked, even in my logy land, I didn't want a random rooster in there and I turned my head to see my blond friend, stretching his natural language to my dinge bum hole. I quivered in John's arms, ineffectual to affect but after a min or so, I begged him to end this now, I couldn't take any more.


"OK guy, show's over now !"he said as he pulled me away from the hole and slid the settle to blockade it, finally sitting me down. I instantly felt both hollow leaking and was now cognisant of the load of come on my face, now dripping onto my boobs. I looked at John and we both started laughing like crazy so I put my arms up and pulled him to me for a hug. Simultaneously, we both thanked each former and said ‘ you're welcome'which brought even more laughter but, as we sat there hot, sweaty and extremely satisfied, I tried to remember when I'd even had more exciting sex. I realised I hadn't, ever, or since for that matter.


I cleaned myself up with tissue and wet wipes from my bag, dressed in my outfit from that morning and we left the cabin. All the guy wire from the other room were out there and we received an embarrassing one shot of clapping ! I gave a ridiculous bow and we made for the release. As we reached the room access, the guy on reception, clearly cognisant of what had happened said,"Do call back soon, Rachael !"And he gave me a knowing wink. I smiled, blushed and followed John the Divine out.


john was the offset to utter as we got in the car,"You know, I've always been a fan of your committal to writing but, I don't call back that panorama being as hot in the story !"


I slapped his leg hard,"I don't remember Sky getting a fat cock shoved up her arse in that scene either !"


Saint John the Apostle looked momentarily concerned but saw the sarcastic grin on my face,"Oops ?"


"I'll ‘ oops'you next time I'm here ! I'll offer YOUR bum to the hole !"


John paused and became serious for a present moment,"So, there'll be a next time ?"


I had expected this enquiry and in truth, I didn't know the answer but, I wasn't going to ruin the best day of my sexual life so I replied with confidence,"You bet your life there'll be a next time !"We both smiled but I think we also knew that it wasn't set in stone so we just basked in the afterglow as we set off spinal column to his house.


It was betimes evening when we arrived at the house and Marvin had a slurping fury on us, and was especially matter to in the smells from our genitalia ! Dogs have no fashion ! We gave him his cuddle, John fed him and we agreed that a shower was needed before we went for dinner party. There was no sex this clock time, just gentle caresses, common washing and a heavy many kisses. He did get gruelling in there but I told him he was insatiable and it would have to wait until later. He reluctantly accepted those price !


We ate at a lovely pizza place, nowhere near as cool as Casa Mexicana but the food was lovely and we sat for long time, just talking and laughing about our nutcase afternoon. John was concerned that I may be sore down there but I convinced him that I'd had a good day of fucking but I still needed him to take love to me when we got home. This caused an immediate reaction from him and his deal shot in the air and he shouted,"Check please !"


When we returned to the house, John opened a bottle of wine while I went to change into his shirt which I'd worn that morning, then we just sat on the settee like a normal span. It was still relatively former so we played some euphony and chatted some more. Eventually, in a very matter of fact way, I said,"I'm so glad we did this, not just for the sex, which has been epic but, I'm just so glad that we could do it. Does that get sensation ?"


john pondered for a minute,"It does ! It really does ! It's been bizarre how we met online but to finally actually get together you has been ... ... .."His voice trailed off so I helped with just one word.


"Yeah !"


I put my glass down and turned into the docile of kisses, perfect for the moment. We'd had some pretty raving mad sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to hold love to this guy. There's no explaining why, I just had to. As the candy kiss became more passionate, I reached for his shorts and felt the solid state, throbbing subway system that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his hand stroked up my leg to my raw bottom and we groaned softly into each early's lip. I snaked my hired hand into his short pants to contact his hot tool but after one or two strokes, I had to have him in my oral fissure. I stood up from the settee and knelt between his legs, pulling his shorts down and off. I was about to affect forward but I stopped and lifted the shirt over my pass, I much prefer to be naked. He reciprocated with his shirt and I leant forward and kissed and licked across his chest as his dick was pressed against my chest. His men moved automatically to stroke the side of my dummy but couldn't for long as my kisses moved slowly down his belly, bypassing his humanness to the top of his legs and then the tiniest licks and kisses on his plane balls. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my tongue up the full-of-the-moon, delicious length of his prick, as slowly as possible, ending with soft flicks around the pulsing head and when I knew the torment was as great as I could get it, I lifted his cock to my brim and slid it into my hot mouth. I used every bit of experience to ingest him to the height of pleasure and I took pridefulness in the way his fingers nearly pierced the settee as he gripped it so tight. I alternated between taking him fully in my throat to gentle flicks of my tongue and soft suction. Finally, when I knew he was on the edge of fall, I let him plop from my mouth and I crawled up his chest, kissing all the way to his sassing. He held me last, looking like a very slaked man and I whispered to him, the most solemn Christian Bible I could accept used.


"Take me to bed ! Make lovemaking to me !"


Instantly, he stood up and scooped me up into his arm, kissed me and carried me into the sleeping room. He lay me on the bed and I pulled him to me, opening my legs and keeping appreciation of his arms, letting him know that I didn't need any arousal now, I just wanted him inside me. He was careful to support his weight on his arms but, as he came closer I took a postponement of his peter and directed him to my wet hole. In a blunt direct contrast to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to taste his duration and his girth. I kissed his articulatio humeri as I relished every here and now. This was the advantageously kind of lovemaking, there was cacoethes, there was so much forethought for the early and make bold I say it, there was real love.


Every stroke was long, full and deeply, hitting every brass inside me and when the step slowly increased, I pulled his fount to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unsaid idea. We were as last as we could ever be and to nominate sure, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him as deep as he could go with every, unbelievable jab. I was exquisitely on the edge of an orgasm from very other on and for the inaugural time in my life, I actually shed several binge as it grew, so slowly but unstoppably and it reached its beautiful crescendo just as John erupted inside me. I wiped my eyes without him seeing, not knowing if he'd understand rip during such an unbelievable tone and I hugged him close. It was hard to breathe but I never wanted this flavor to end.


When he finally pulled from me and rolled onto his dorsum, I snuggled immediately into his side and he wrapped a big arm around me. Neither of us said a password, it wasn't needed because any lecture now would only come around to the inevitable conversation about my leaving the future day. I sensed that this would be the last time we made love on this trip, or ever because tomorrow there would be sadness and I knew I wouldn't be able to experience the same as I did now. For now though, I was happy and St. John the Apostle seemed more than happy too. That was decent and I held my lover as we drifted off to a domain of beautiful, sensual dreams


The mood in the cockcrow was, to John's credit, much LE morose than it could deliver been. He brought me a cup of impertinently brewed coffee around 8:30am. We sat up in bed and talked about work of all affair and it seemed like a nice end to my sojourn. As I finished my drink I declared that it was time for me to instruct him how to make the public's practiced omelette so I jumped out of bed and went to the living elbow room to get my ‘ normal attire'of privy's shirt and he joined me in the kitchen. I pan fried a load of mushrooms and bacon while I whisked up eight egg with salt, Piper nigrum and some sassy pick. I added it all to the big sauteing pan and added deal of the time of origin cheddar and John confessed that the smelling alone was telling him that it was something special. I served it up as John refilled our coffee loving cup and we sat at the dinner tabular array. phonograph needle to say, it was bloody estimable, even by my standards and I happy that I'd given something back for his hospitality.


As the metre was approaching for me to allow for, I suggested we took our shower bath together, adding the unnecessary sarcasm of saying that it would write water system. The humour was well received, as was the hint. We went to the bathroom, stripped and gently washed each other, both becoming more than a little aroused. I think we'd both thought that utmost nighttime was the finish sex but John broke first.


"If I don't do this, I'll recoil myself forever !"He said as he sunk to his knees and plunged his tongue into my pussy. His bridge player pulled me tightlipped to his face and explored my bum with digits teasing my arsehole. I gripped his wet hair and allowed myself to swim on the pleasure, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic fan at home. His hands were taking this last opportunity to build storage of my flesh and they stroked, teased and caressed every in as he drank from the jet of succus, emanating from my sex. I didn't let him make me get along and I pulled him up to his fundament and took the kneel position myself. I made passion to his cock with my mouth and spit while never breaking eye impinging. There were no smiling, just a sack up communication, both savouring the last perceptiveness, the end touch modality and the concluding act of love life. Before long, John pulled me to my infantry and I put my weapon system around his neck, knowing what would happen next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his cock pointing up at 45 degrees and then lowered me onto it. My legs wrapped tightly around him as I became fully impaled and I buried my promontory in his shoulder joint as he put my spinal column against the shower wall. The strokes were gentle, slow and heavenly. This wasn't just making love, this was creating a computer memory we could select away from these amazing two days, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were orgasms which came with sighs, not screams and when my foot finally touched the shower tray, we held each other under the flow of water, both satisfied completely. When the piddle started to run cold, we found our humour again, washed quickly and exited the shower in a much better frame of mind. I dressed in my travelling outfit, revealing the white lie about my underwear. I'd hidden a yoke in the side pouch for going home in. That earned my final spank of the stumble and a bigger thank you for being cool down !


I finished packing my bag and we walked out onto the driveway. You could have cut the tension in that final exam hug with a knife and I was more than a little storm that I held back any tears. I pulled my oral sex back and looked at the sedate cheek before me.


"Don't be sad, I'll definitely back !"I reached down and gave his software system a little power play,"I've not finished with this bad boy !"


We both smiled, knowing I was just trying to lighten the mood. Saint John the Apostle hugged me close again, kissing my neck opening softly before we broke.


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These finally two days have been the honest two years ever !"He drew a large breather and was about to keep on but I put a digit to his back talk to kibosh him. He looked a picayune suffering, as if the run-in needed to be said. I replaced my fingerbreadth with my lips for a final examination buss and as I pulled away, I mouthed silently, ‘ I know !'


can put my suitcase into the boot of the car and I climbed in, waved and set off. I drove to the hotel, my mind a lilliputian numb and my knob was outside waiting. He put his baggage and the rest of mine in the rear and we set off for the drome. I was sword lily of a minuscule normality, earshot of his atrocious nonstarter on the golf trend and it was just enough to cancel my gloominess of leaving. I was certain that my boss had detected something wrong but we know each other well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I'd lecture when I was ready. We had a crapulence in the divergence lounge and before too long I was taking my seat by a window on the plane. If anybody outside of that plane could see in through the window of tail end 15A as the carpenter's plane roared down the runway, they'd have seen the face of a young madam, and a I tear, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .