I was surfing the chat room when I was private messaged by an older guy. He was in his late 40's and there wasn't much information 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, and explained that he worked Night at a hotel and was both bored and horny. He suggested that I come over and help lighten his tedium. Saint John the Apostle had still not told me much about himself but he'd succeeded in making me steamy, and a bit reckless. I had been talking up what I would get it on to try and didn't want to plump for down now. I agreed to fall over and meet him.

I found the hotel, one of those ex-country firm hotels ; very up market and not easy to witness. As I drove down the drive, I felt my warmheartedness pace growth 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 expect me to go.

As I stepped out of my car and approached the presence door, it opened a crack. I pushed my way in through the violent storm doors and before me stood Gospel According to John ; late 40's, a little little than me and heavyset. He was in a suit, complete with a impertinent looking tie. St. John stepped towards me and stepped straight into a firm kiss.

I was still drinking in the swish environment, and John, 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.

King John stepped to the English of the four card bed and sat on the side ; I stood, half in the room and frozen. Saint John told me to get closer while he removed his tie and case jacket. As I stepped in front of him, St. John the Apostle removed his suit pant and folded them and placed his dress carefully on the bed.

John stood in front of me in his shirt, boxers and socks ; I suddenly realised how real number this was, that I was about to see another guy hammer in the flesh for the first time. John told me to"come here"and I stepped forward. John kissed me again, hungrily and manly ; I felt consumed by John's sassing and men. King John had grasped my ass through my jeans and squeezed firmly. John pulled my jersey over my caput and gently pushed down on my shoulders.

I'd watched mountain of porn and always fantasized about being the beautiful miss desired and sluttish pleasing a guy. I knew what toilet wanted and slowly sank to my knee. I saw St. John shirt and then before me was a distich of boxers clearly hiding an erection. I looked up at john and then back at his pugilist and reached out and grabbed his waistband. I pulled his bagger down and Saint John the Apostle's trailer truck erect cock bounced into view in social movement of my face.
I paused, taking in the sight of another man's cock and lav took grasp of it ; pulling his prepuce back. john placed his early hand on the back of my pass and I found my head moving towards John's cock. I opened my mouth 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 John's cock to gain some control and started to go down on my first hammer. After a few minutes, I started to make grow a regular recurrence and began to bask the gustatory modality of this hard 6 inch peter which I had my lips wrapped around. Suddenly I felt my headway pulled from this cock and I was returned to my base. The suddenness had my headspring spinning.

King John unbuttoned my jeans and ran his script down inside and over my butt, pushing my dungaree and boxers down. I stepped out of my apparel and stood naked in front of John."On all fours ”, and I responded. I turned round and dropped to my knees ; I bent forward and found myself naked, on all quaternion on a hotel sleeping room floor. I started to bring in the attitude I was in, and how raw it had come.
I told bathroom the lubricating substance and safe were in my jeans, which he'd asked me to bring as he had none at work. I looked up and saw the half open room access and could feel the corridor and foyer beyond, anyone could have walked in to see me sucking eagerly ; I felt a dirty tingle run through me.

I sensed St. John kneel behind me and he slapped my ass. As I felt the sting on my as nerve I felt cold mizzle of lube on my ass and a finger work it into my ass. My peter was hard and hanging untouched beneath me ; I was feeling assaulted by the site, overwhelmed by the outset and the idea of what St. John was about to do.

lavatory said nothing but I heard him open the condom packet boat and lubricate his cock. I looked up at the doorway and had a sudden opinion that someone may walk in. As I finished this thought, I felt a script reach my hip and a cold pressure against my reveal ass. King 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 column inch enter my ass and then his balls come to rest against mine. I reached rhythm and felt John's belly against my ass.

lav pulled back and started to bang my ass, harder and faster. Slapping my ass, I had difficultly staying on all fours and I sank face first into the carpet. With my ass arched, lavatory took a firm bobby pin and tantalise my ass. I ended up face first on the floor with my cock pinned against me. John straddled my legs and fucked harder and faster ; his breath came faster and louder. Suddenly St. John, with his bridge player on my back and shoulder joint, thrust his cock balls deep into me and cry"yeh ”.

I lay there, pinned under John and with his stopcock in me. John Lackland stood up and his cock pulled out of my ass ; leaving it stretched, sore and I started to try to take in all the esthesis of my 1st suction and screw. As whoremonger headed to the bath, I felt a lovingness ooze 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 rally as John's cum oozed from my ass over my formal. I thought I'd be furious, as I'd been clear about wanting secure 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 toilet and as lavatory's cum dropped from my dickhead, I wanked myself to an acute orgasm.

I came back into the way and found my apparel on the floor and the room empty. John Lackland had returned to work, I have served my use and it was time to leave. As I drove back down the drive, my ass sore and with Gospel According to John's cum still inside me ; I realized that the intact experience had turned me on more than I had ever been before ... but I wanted another taste of that turncock .