I was surfing the New World chat room when I was private messaged by an sometime guy. He was in his late 40's and there wasn't much information on his visibility. 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 St. John the Apostle, and explained that he worked nights at a hotel and was both blase and horny. He suggested that I come over and serve relieve his boredom. John had still not told 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 have a go at it to try and didn't want to punt down now. I agreed to fare over and meet him.

I found the hotel, one of those ex-country theater hotels ; very up grocery store and not well-heeled to find. As I drove down the drive, I felt my warmness pace increase as I contemplated what may be about to occur ; I'd only ever kissed one guy before and was aflutter about how far John would expect me to go.

As I stepped out of my car and approached the front door, it opened a fissure. I pushed my way in through the tempest threshold and before me stood John ; late 40's, a little shorter than me and stocky. He was in a suit, complete with a fresh looking tie. can stepped towards me and stepped straight into a firm kiss.

I was still drinking in the classy surroundings, and John, and found myself slightly overwhelmed. Before I regained my composure, John the Evangelist had led me through the entrance hall and through a door. I stepped into the fanciest bedchamber I've ever been in and John one-half closed the door, explaining that he needed to take heed out for the speech sound at reception.

John the Divine stepped to the side of the four poster bed and sat on the incline ; I stood, half in the room and frozen. toilet told me to issue forth closer while he removed his tie and suit jacket. As I stepped in front of him, lavatory removed his suit pant and folded them and placed his clothes carefully on the bed.

John stood in front of me in his shirt, pugilist and drogue ; I suddenly realised how substantial this was, that I was about to see another guys cock in the flesh for the showtime time. John Lackland told me to"come here"and I stepped forward. John kissed me again, hungrily and manly ; I felt consumed by John's mouth and manus. John had grasped my ass through my denim and squeezed firmly. John pulled my jersey over my psyche and gently pushed down on my shoulders.

I'd determine mass of pornography and always fantasized about being the beautiful girl desired and blowsy 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 boxers clearly hiding an erection. I looked up at lav and then back at his boxers and reached out and grabbed his waistcloth. I pulled his boxers down and John's trucking rig erect cock bounced into persuasion in front of my face.
I paused, taking in the sight of another man's stopcock and John the Divine took hold of it ; pulling his foreskin back. Saint John placed his other helping hand on the spine of my head and I found my brain moving towards Saint John's stopcock. I opened my sass and found my mouth full. My Mary Jane were assaulted by the taste of cock and an insistent thrust into my mouth.

I reached up and grasped St. John's cock to gain some ascendence and started to suck my first cock. After a few minutes, I started to develop a musical rhythm and began to savour the taste of this hard 6 in rooster which I had my lips wrapped around. Suddenly I felt my caput pulled from this stopcock and I was returned to my feet. The precipitance had my pass spinning.

John unbuttoned my blue jean and ran his hands down inside and over my butt, pushing my dungaree and boxers down. I stepped out of my clothes and stood naked in front of John the Divine."On all quatern ”, and I responded. I turned beat and dropped to my knees ; I bent forward and found myself au naturel, on all tetrad on a hotel bedroom floor. I started to realise the spatial relation I was in, and how natural it had come.
I told lav the lube and condom were in my jeans, which he'd asked me to bring as he had none at employment. I looked up and saw the half open doorway and could sense the corridor and entrance hall beyond, anyone could have walked in to see me sucking eagerly ; I felt a dirty shudder run through me.

I sensed John kneeling behind me and he slapped my ass. As I felt the sting on my as brass I felt cold drizzle of lubricant on my ass and a digit piece of work it into my ass. My cock was punishing and hanging untouched beneath me ; I was feeling assaulted by the billet, overwhelmed by the low gear and the sentiment of what trick was about to do.

whoremaster said aught but I heard him afford the safety mailboat and lube his putz. I looked up at the threshold and had a sudden thought that someone may walk in. As I finished this persuasion, I felt a mitt grasp my hip and a frigidity insistence against my give away ass. John slowly eased forward and I felt his peter enter my ass. John grabbed my other hip and pulled me onto his shaft. I felt every inch enter my ass and then his balls come to rest against mine. I reached rung and felt St. John the Apostle's belly against my ass.

John pulled back and started to fuck my ass, harder and faster. Slapping my ass, I had difficultly staying on all tetrad and I sank font first into the carpet. With my ass arched, toilet took a unshakable grip and depend on my ass. I ended up face first on the floor with my cock pinned against me. bathroom straddled my legs and fucked harder and faster ; his breathing spell came faster and louder. Suddenly John, with his hands on my back and articulatio humeri, thrust his cock balls deep into me and cry"yeh ”.

I lay there, pinned under John and with his rooster in me. John stood up and his putz pulled out of my ass ; leaving it stretched, sore and I started to try to take in all the wiz of my world-class suction and fuck. As John headed to the bath, I felt a heat 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 St. John the Apostle had just ridden my bareback and dumped his cum in my ass.

I lay there ; used, fucked and hinge on as John's cum oozed from my ass over my balls. I thought I'd be furious, as I'd been clear about wanting prophylactic fun ; yet it only added to my feeling 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 bathroom and as john's cum dropped from my motherfucker, I wanked myself to an acute orgasm.

I came back into the elbow room and found my clothes on the floor and the room empty. St. John had returned to work, I have served my use and it was time to get out. 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 gustation of that cock .