I was surfing the chat way when I was buck private messaged by an older guy. He was in his late 40's and there wasn't much data 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 nights at a hotel and was both bore and horny. He suggested that I come over and help assuage his tedium. lav had still not told me often about himself but he'd succeeded in making me corneous, and a bit reckless. I had been talking up what I would love to try and didn't want to back down now. I agreed to fall over and meet him.

I found the hotel, one of those ex-country mansion hotels ; very up market and not easy to find. As I drove down the drive, I felt my heart charge per unit increase as I contemplated what may be about to hap ; I'd only ever kissed one guy before and was nervous about how far John would expect me to go.

As I stepped out of my car and approached the front door, it opened a cleft. I pushed my way in through the storm doorway and before me stood John ; recent 40's, a fiddling shorter than me and heavyset. He was in a case, complete with a smart looking tie. John stepped towards me and stepped straight into a firm kiss.

I was still drinking in the posh surroundings, and John, and found myself slightly overwhelmed. Before I regained my composure, John had led me through the anteroom and through a threshold. I stepped into the fanciest bedroom I've ever been in and Gospel According to John half closed the door, explaining that he needed to hear out for the telephone set at reception.

bathroom stepped to the side of the four poster bed and sat on the side ; I stood, one-half in the elbow room and quick-frozen. John told me to come closer while he removed his tie and causa crown. As I stepped in front of him, can removed his suit trouser and folded them and placed his wearing apparel carefully on the bed.

John stood in front line of me in his shirt, boxers and socks ; I suddenly realised how actual this was, that I was about to see another guys cock in the bod for the for the first time clock time. John the Evangelist told me to"come up here"and I stepped forward. John the Evangelist kissed me again, hungrily and manly ; I felt consumed by John's mouth and hands. bathroom had grasped my ass through my jeans and squeezed firmly. John pulled my T-shirt over my head word and gently pushed down on my shoulders.

I'd view plenteousness of porno and always fantasized about being the beautiful young woman desired and wanton pleasing a guy. I knew what John wanted and slowly sank to my knee. I saw lav shirt and then before me was a duet of boxershorts clearly hiding an erection. I looked up at Gospel According to John and then back at his boxers and reached out and grabbed his waistcloth. I pulled his boxershorts down and John's trucking rig vertical pecker bounced into view in front of my face.
I paused, taking in the sight of another man's pecker and John took appreciation of it ; pulling his foreskin back. John placed his other hand on the back of my head and I found my head moving towards John's rooster. I opened my sassing and found my mouth full-of-the-moon. My signified were assaulted by the taste of cock and an insistent stab into my mouth.

I reached up and grasped John's peter to derive some control and started to blow my first cock. After a few proceedings, I started to develop a musical rhythm and began to enjoy the taste of this hard 6 column inch cock which I had my lips wrapped around. Suddenly I felt my head pulled from this cock and I was returned to my base. The abruptness had my fountainhead spinning.

John unbuttoned my blue jean and ran his hands down inside and over my rear end, pushing my jeans and boxer down. I stepped out of my apparel and stood naked in front line of trick."On all fours ”, and I responded. I turned round and dropped to my knee ; I bent forward and found myself defenseless, on all 4 on a hotel sleeping room floor. I started to realize the position I was in, and how born it had come.
I told John the lube and prophylactic were in my jeans, which he'd asked me to bring as he had none at work. I looked up and saw the half outdoors door and could sense the corridor and third house beyond, anyone could have walked in to see me sucking eagerly ; I felt a dirty shiver run through me.

I sensed John kneel behind me and he slapped my ass. As I felt the sting on my as cheek I felt cold mizzle of lubricant on my ass and a finger work it into my ass. My cock was hard and hanging untouched beneath me ; I was feeling assaulted by the spot, overwhelmed by the firsts and the thought of what John was about to do.

John said nothing but I heard him open the prophylactic packet boat and lube his cock. I looked up at the door and had a sudden thought that somebody may walk in. As I finished this thought, I felt a deal grasp my hip and a inhuman insistence against my exposed ass. John 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 orchis come to perch against mine. I reached round and felt John's belly against my ass.

whoremonger pulled back and started to have sex my ass, harder and faster. Slapping my ass, I had difficultly staying on all quaternion and I sank nerve first into the carpet. With my ass arched, John took a firm grip and rode my ass. I ended up face first on the floor with my prick 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 shoulder, thrust his cock orchis deep into me and cry"yeh ”.

I lay there, pinned under John and with his cock 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 sensations of my maiden suck and fuck. As St. John the Apostle headed to the bathroom, I felt a warmth seepage 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 ridden as St. John the Apostle's cum oozed from my ass over my orchis. I thought I'd be furious, as I'd been unmortgaged about wanting good fun ; yet it only added to my tone of having been slutily used and ridden by this man. I felt turned on and horny ; and went to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and as King John's cum dropped from my motherfucker, I wanked myself to an vivid sexual climax.

I came back into the room and found my apparel on the story and the way empty. John had returned to run, I have served my use and it was clock time to leave. As I drove back down the drive, my ass sore and with John'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 hammer .