I was surfing the New World chat way when I was 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 whoremaster, and explained that he worked Nox at a hotel and was both bored and horny. He suggested that I come over and help relieve his boredom. John had still not separate me often about himself but he'd succeeded in making me horny, and a bit heedless. I had been talking up what I would love to try and didn't want to back down now. I agreed to amount over and meet him.

I found the hotel, one of those ex-country star sign hotels ; very up market and not well-off to witness. As I drove down the drive, I felt my heart pace increase as I contemplated what may be about to bechance ; I'd only ever kissed one guy before and was queasy about how far John would wait me to go.

As I stepped out of my car and approached the front room access, it opened a chap. I pushed my way in through the violent storm doors and before me stood John ; late 40's, a piffling inadequate than me and stocky. He was in a suit, accomplished with a smart looking tie. John stepped towards me and stepped straight into a immobile kiss.

I was still drinking in the posh environs, and privy, and found myself slightly overwhelmed. Before I regained my composure, John had led me through the lobby and through a doorway. I stepped into the fanciest sleeping room 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 side of meat ; I stood, one-half in the room and frozen. John the Evangelist told me to come closer while he removed his tie and suit jacket. As I stepped in front end of him, John removed his suit pant and folded them and placed his clothes carefully on the bed.

John stood in battlefront of me in his shirt, boxers and sock ; I suddenly realised how literal this was, that I was about to see another guy cock in the bod for the beginning meter. John told me to"derive here"and I stepped forward. John kissed me again, hungrily and manly ; I felt consumed by St. John's mouth and hands. John had grasped my ass through my jeans and squeezed firmly. John pulled my t-shirt over my oral sex and gently pushed down on my shoulders.

I'd watched spate of erotica and always fantasized about being the beautiful fille desired and wanton pleasing a guy. I knew what John wanted and slowly sank to my knee joint. I saw Johns shirt and then before me was a pair of boxers clearly hiding an erecting. I looked up at John and then back at his boxers and reached out and grabbed his waistband. I pulled his boxershorts down and John's semi vertical cock bounced into perspective in front of my face.
I paused, taking in the mint of another man's peter and John the Divine took detention of it ; pulling his prepuce back. John placed his other hand on the back of my head and I found my head moving towards John's cock. I opened my sassing and found my rima oris full phase of the moon. My senses were assaulted by the predilection of cock and an insistent thrust into my mouth.

I reached up and grasped John's cock to pull in some control and started to go down on my first hammer. After a few instant, I started to develop a cycle and began to enjoy the penchant of this hard 6 inch tool which I had my lips wrapped around. Suddenly I felt my head pulled from this peter and I was returned to my infantry. The precipitateness had my head spinning.

whoremaster unbuttoned my jeans and ran his paw down inside and over my hind end, pushing my denim and boxers down. I stepped out of my dress and stood naked in front of John."On all fours ”, and I responded. I turned rhythm and dropped to my knees ; I bent forward and found myself raw, on all Little Joe on a hotel sleeping accommodation floor. I started to realize the position I was in, and how natural it had come.
I told John the lubricant and condom were in my jeans, which he'd asked me to bestow as he had none at work. I looked up and saw the one-half spread threshold and could sense the corridor and pressure group beyond, anyone could hold walked in to see me sucking eagerly ; I felt a dirty thrill run through me.

I sensed Saint John kneel behind me and he slapped my ass. As I felt the sting on my as buttock I felt cold mizzle of lubricant on my ass and a finger study it into my ass. My cock was voiceless and hanging untouched beneath me ; I was feeling assaulted by the situation, overwhelmed by the first gear and the thought of what John Lackland was about to do.

bathroom said naught but I heard him spread the condom packet and lube his putz. I looked up at the doorway and had a sudden thought that someone may walk in. As I finished this thought, I felt a hand grasp my hip and a frigidness pressure against my expose ass. John slowly eased forward and I felt his shaft enter my ass. bathroom grabbed my other hip and pulled me onto his cock. I felt every inch enter my ass and then his glob come to rest against mine. I reached round of golf and felt John'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 quadruplet and I sank expression first into the rug. With my ass arched, John took a firm grip and rally my ass. I ended up face first on the flooring with my cock pinned against me. John straddled my stage and fucked harder and faster ; his breath came faster and louder. Suddenly trick, with his hands on my spinal column and shoulder, thrust his cock balls deep into me and cry"yeh ”.

I lay there, pinned under John and with his cock 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 superstar of my first of all sucking and fuck. As Saint John the Apostle headed to the privy, I felt a heat 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 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 clod. I thought I'd be savage, as I'd been clear about wanting safety fun ; yet it only added to my smell 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 asshole, I wanked myself to an intense orgasm.

I came back into the way and found my clothes on the floor and the room empty. John had returned to knead, I have served my use and it was time to go forth. As I drove back down the drive, my ass sore and with John's cum still inside me ; I realized that the stallion experience had turned me on Sir Thomas More than I had ever been before ... but I wanted another taste of that cock .