I was surfing the schmooze elbow room when I was common soldier messaged by an older guy. He was in his belated 40's and there wasn't much entropy 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 whoremonger, and explained that he worked nights at a hotel and was both drill and horny. He suggested that I come over and help remedy his boredom. John had still not enjoin me very much about himself but he'd succeeded in making me horny, and a bit heady. I had been talking up what I would love to try and didn't want to bet on down now. I agreed to come over and converge him.

I found the hotel, one of those ex-country house hotels ; very up market place and not loose to get hold. As I drove down the drive, I felt my philia charge per unit increase as I contemplated what may be about to pass off ; I'd only ever kissed one guy before and was queasy about how far John would carry me to go.

As I stepped out of my car and approached the nominal head door, it opened a crack. I pushed my way in through the storm doorway and before me stood John ; tardy 40's, a little unforesightful than me and heavyset. He was in a suit, staring with a smart looking tie. John stepped towards me and stepped straight into a strong kiss.

I was still drinking in the posh surroundings, and John, and found myself slightly overwhelmed. Before I regained my calmness, John had led me through the lobby and through a doorway. I stepped into the fanciest bedroom I've ever been in and John half closed the door, explaining that he needed to listen out for the phone at reception.

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

John stood in front man of me in his shirt, boxers and socks ; I suddenly realised how real this was, that I was about to see another guy wire tool in the anatomy for the beginning time. King John told me to"derive here"and I stepped forward. John kissed me again, hungrily and manly ; I felt consumed by St. John the Apostle's rima oris and helping hand. John had grasped my ass through my jeans and squeezed firmly. John pulled my t-shirt over my head and gently pushed down on my shoulders.

I'd watched plenty of porn and always fantasized about being the beautiful girl desired and wanton 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 John and then back at his boxers and reached out and grabbed his sash. I pulled his boxershorts down and John's semitrailer erect cock bounced into view in front of my face.
I paused, taking in the pile of another man's hammer and John took handgrip of it ; pulling his foreskin back. john placed his other bridge player on the spine of my head and I found my header moving towards Gospel According to John's cock. I opened my rima oris and found my oral cavity good. My senses were assaulted by the gustatory modality of cock and an insistent thrust into my mouth.

I reached up and grasped John's cock to gain some control and started to suck my low dick. After a few hour, I started to develop a musical rhythm and began to enjoy the mouthful of this punishing 6 inch cock which I had my rim wrapped around. Suddenly I felt my straits pulled from this putz and I was returned to my animal foot. The precipitancy had my capitulum spinning.

trick unbuttoned my blue jean and ran his hands down inside and over my seat, pushing my jeans and boxers down. I stepped out of my dress and stood naked in figurehead of John."On all fours ”, and I responded. I turned stave and dropped to my articulatio genus ; I bent forward and found myself raw, on all quartet on a hotel bedroom floor. I started to agnise the position I was in, and how natural it had come.
I told John the lubricant and condom were in my denim, which he'd asked me to bring as he had none at work. I looked up and saw the one-half open door and could sense the corridor and pressure group beyond, anyone could deliver walked in to see me sucking eagerly ; I felt a dirty shiver run through me.

I sensed whoremaster kneel behind me and he slapped my ass. As I felt the sting on my as cheek I felt cold mizzle of lubricating substance on my ass and a fingerbreadth oeuvre it into my ass. My cock was hard and hanging untouched beneath me ; I was feeling assaulted by the berth, overwhelmed by the kickoff and the opinion of what John was about to do.

John said nothing but I heard him open up the rubber packet and lube his putz. I looked up at the threshold and had a sudden intellection that someone may take the air in. As I finished this thought process, I felt a hand grasp my hip and a cold atmospheric pressure against my break ass. John slowly eased forward and I felt his cock enter my ass. John grabbed my former hip and pulled me onto his cock. I felt every inch enter my ass and then his balls come to rest against mine. I reached round of golf and felt Saint John the Apostle's belly against my ass.

Saint John the Apostle pulled back and started to fuck my ass, harder and faster. Slapping my ass, I had difficultly staying on all fours and I sank grimace first into the carpet. With my ass arched, Saint John the Apostle took a unwaveringly traction and drive my ass. I ended up face first on the floor with my shaft pinned against me. John the Evangelist straddled my legs and fucked harder and faster ; his breathing place came faster and louder. Suddenly St. John the Apostle, with his hands on my backrest and shoulder joint, thrust his turncock balls deep into me and cry"yeh ”.

I lay there, pinned under John and with his turncock in me. John stood up and his peter pulled out of my ass ; leaving it stretched, sore and I started to try to demand in all the sensations of my first suction and ass. As John headed to the bathroom, I felt a warmness sludge 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 Gospel According to John had just ridden my bareback and dumped his cum in my ass.

I lay there ; used, fucked and ridden as John's cum oozed from my ass over my balls. I thought I'd be furious, as I'd been vindicated about wanting safe 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 potty and as John's cum dropped from my prick, I wanked myself to an intense orgasm.

I came back into the room and found my clothes on the floor and the room empty. John the Evangelist had returned to work, I have served my use and it was fourth dimension to leave. As I drove back down the driving force, my ass sore and with John's cum still inside me ; I realized that the total experience had turned me on Thomas More than I had ever been before ... but I wanted another mouthful of that tool .