I was surfing the schmoose room when I was private messaged by an older guy. He was in his late 40's and there wasn't very 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 John, and explained that he worked dark at a hotel and was both tire and horny. He suggested that I come over and aid still his boredom. John had still not told me much about himself but he'd succeeded in making me steamy, and a bit rash. I had been talking up what I would love to try and didn't want to gage down now. I agreed to get over and meet him.

I found the hotel, one of those ex-country house hotels ; very up market and not easy to find. As I drove down the driving force, I felt my heart rate increase as I contemplated what may be about to happen ; I'd only ever kissed one guy before and was skittish about how far John would expect me to go.

As I stepped out of my car and approached the front door, it opened a snap. I pushed my way in through the storm doors and before me stood John ; tardy 40's, a piffling inadequate than me and heavyset. He was in a courting, complete with a chic 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, bathroom had led me through the lobby and through a door. I stepped into the fanciest sleeping accommodation I've ever been in and John one-half closed the threshold, explaining that he needed to hear out for the phone at reception.

John stepped to the side of the four card bed and sat on the side ; I stood, half in the room and frozen. John told me to get along closer while he removed his tie and suit crownwork. As I stepped in front of him, John removed his suit trousers and folded them and placed his clothes carefully on the bed.

John stood in straw man of me in his shirt, boxers and windsock ; I suddenly realised how literal this was, that I was about to see another guys putz in the flesh for the first meter. John told me to"come here"and I stepped forward. lav kissed me again, hungrily and manly ; I felt consumed by Gospel According to John's rima oris and hands. lavatory had grasped my ass through my jeans and squeezed firmly. John Lackland pulled my tee shirt over my head and gently pushed down on my shoulders.

I'd watched plenty of smut and always fantasized about being the beautiful girl desired and blowzy pleasing a guy. I knew what John wanted and slowly sank to my genu. I saw John the Divine shirt and then before me was a pair of shorts clearly hiding an erection. I looked up at John and then back at his boxers and reached out and grabbed his waistband. I pulled his boxers down and John's articulated lorry erect tool bounced into view in presence of my face.
I paused, taking in the sight of another man's rooster and John took keep of it ; pulling his prepuce back. lavatory placed his other paw on the backrest of my headspring and I found my head moving towards John's turncock. I opened my mouth and found my mouth replete. My senses were assaulted by the taste of cock and an insistent knife thrust into my mouth.

I reached up and grasped whoremaster's cock to gain some ascendance and started to suck my first hammer. After a few minutes, I started to develop a cycle and began to enjoy the perceptiveness of this hard 6 inch cock which I had my brim wrapped around. Suddenly I felt my head pulled from this tool and I was returned to my feet. The suddenness had my top dog spinning.

lav unbuttoned my denim and ran his workforce 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."On all Little Joe ”, and I responded. I turned cycle and dropped to my genu ; I bent forward and found myself naked, on all quartet on a hotel sleeping accommodation floor. I started to clear the position I was in, and how natural it had come.
I told John the lube and condom were in my blue jean, which he'd asked me to take as he had none at oeuvre. I looked up and saw the half open threshold and could smell the corridor and lobby beyond, anyone could have walked in to see me sucking eagerly ; I felt a dirty boot run through me.

I sensed King John kneel behind me and he slapped my ass. As I felt the sting on my as cheek I felt moth-eaten drizzle of lube on my ass and a finger work it into my ass. My stopcock was firmly and hanging unaffected beneath me ; I was feeling assaulted by the berth, overwhelmed by the firsts and the thought of what lav was about to do.

John said nothing but I heard him afford the rubber packet and lube his cock. I looked up at the door and had a sudden thought that soul may walk in. As I finished this view, I felt a hand grasp my hip and a cold pressure against my exposed ass. St. John the Apostle 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 clump come to stay against mine. I reached daily round and felt whoremaster's belly against my ass.

John pulled back and started to have a go at it my ass, harder and faster. Slapping my ass, I had difficultly staying on all foursome and I sank face first into the carpet. With my ass arched, Gospel According to John took a firm grip and rode my ass. I ended up case first on the floor with my cock pinned against me. toilet straddled my legs and fucked harder and faster ; his breath came faster and louder. Suddenly John, with his hand on my cover and shoulders, thrust his shaft ballock deep into me and cry"yeh ”.

I lay there, pinned under John Lackland and with his cock in me. can stood up and his hammer pulled out of my ass ; leaving it stretched, sore and I started to try to rent in all the sensations of my inaugural sucking and fuck. As privy headed to the bathroom, I felt a warmth gook 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 tantalise as John's cum oozed from my ass over my balls. I thought I'd be ferocious, as I'd been clear about wanting safe 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 John's cum dropped from my asshole, I wanked myself to an intense orgasm.

I came back into the room and found my wearing apparel on the trading floor and the room empty. John had returned to work on, I have served my use and it was time to leave. As I drove back down the drive, my ass sore and with Saint John the Apostle's cum still inside me ; I realized that the stallion experience had turned me on more than I had ever been before ... but I wanted another gustatory sensation of that stopcock .