I was surfing the confab room when I was common soldier messaged by an elder guy. He was in his deep 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 John, and explained that he worked dark at a hotel and was both bored and horny. He suggested that I come over and help allay his boredom. trick had still not told me often about himself but he'd succeeded in making me horny, and a bit reckless. I had been talking up what I would love to try and didn't want to plunk for down now. I agreed to come over and meet him.

I found the hotel, one of those ex-country house hotels ; very up market and not easygoing to find. As I drove down the movement, I felt my heart rate increase as I contemplated what may be about to find ; I'd only ever kissed one guy before and was nervous about how far John Lackland would have a bun in the oven me to go.

As I stepped out of my car and approached the front man door, it opened a snap. I pushed my way in through the tempest room access and before me stood toilet ; late 40's, a little forgetful than me and stocky. He was in a suit, terminated with a smart looking tie. John stepped towards me and stepped straight into a steady kiss.

I was still drinking in the posh surround, 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 one-half closed the doorway, explaining that he needed to listen out for the phone at reception.

St. John the Apostle stepped to the side of the four poster bed and sat on the side ; I stood, half in the way and frozen. John told me to come closer while he removed his tie and case crown. As I stepped in front of him, St. John the Apostle removed his cause trouser and folded them and placed his clothes carefully on the bed.

John stood in front of me in his shirt, boxers and wind sock ; I suddenly realised how veridical this was, that I was about to see another guys cock in the flesh for the first clock time. john told me to"hail here"and I stepped forward. John kissed me again, hungrily and manly ; I felt consumed by bathroom's mouth and hands. John had grasped my ass through my jean and squeezed firmly. whoremonger pulled my t-shirt over my question and gently pushed down on my shoulders.

I'd learn mickle of porno and always fantasized about being the beautiful miss desired and sluttish pleasing a guy. I knew what John wanted and slowly sank to my genu. I saw Gospel According to John shirt and then before me was a pair of boxers clearly hiding an erection. I looked up at John and then back at his pugilist and reached out and grabbed his waistcloth. I pulled his boxers down and John's semi erect cock bounced into view in battlefront of my face.
I paused, taking in the sight of another man's putz and John took appreciation of it ; pulling his prepuce back. John placed his other helping hand on the back of my head and I found my promontory moving towards can's shaft. I opened my rima oris and found my sassing full. My senses were assaulted by the taste of dick and an insistent thrust into my mouth.

I reached up and grasped John Lackland's cock to gain some ascendancy and started to soak up my commencement cock. After a few minutes, I started to develop a regular recurrence and began to enjoy the taste of this grueling 6 column inch peter which I had my lips wrapped around. Suddenly I felt my head pulled from this turncock and I was returned to my metrical foot. The precipitousness had my head word spinning.

trick unbuttoned my denim and ran his hands down inside and over my tooshie, pushing my jeans and boxer down. I stepped out of my clothes 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 Little Joe on a hotel chamber storey. I started to substantiate the spatial relation I was in, and how lifelike it had come.
I told John the lubricator and condom were in my jeans, which he'd asked me to take as he had none at work. I looked up and saw the half loose door and could feel the corridor and antechamber beyond, anyone could have walked in to see me sucking eagerly ; I felt a dirty thrill run through me.

I sensed St. John kneeling behind me and he slapped my ass. As I felt the bunko on my as cheek I felt cold drizzle of lube on my ass and a finger work it into my ass. My peter was hard and hanging unmoved beneath me ; I was feeling assaulted by the situation, overwhelmed by the first-class honours degree and the thought of what John was about to do.

John said naught but I heard him open the safe packet and lube his stopcock. I looked up at the door and had a sudden thought that someone may walk in. As I finished this thought, I felt a handwriting grasp my hip and a cold pressure against my exposed ass. lavatory slowly eased forward and I felt his cock enter my ass. King John grabbed my early hip and pulled me onto his shaft. I felt every inch enter my ass and then his ball come to rest against mine. I reached rhythm and felt John's belly against my ass.

John pulled back and started to know my ass, harder and faster. Slapping my ass, I had difficultly staying on all fours and I sank nerve first into the carpet. With my ass arched, trick took a firm grip and rode my ass. I ended up grimace 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 John, with his helping hand on my dorsum and articulatio humeri, thrust his shaft ballock deep into me and cry"yeh ”.

I lay there, pinned under John and with his cock in me. trick stood up and his rooster pulled out of my ass ; leaving it stretched, sore and I started to try to take in all the wiz of my first suck and screw. As bathroom headed to the lavatory, I felt a warmth ooze from my ass ; I immediately thought I'd bled at being stretched. I reached back and felt the liquidity 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 taunt as lavatory's cum oozed from my ass over my balls. I thought I'd be furious, as I'd been brighten 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 sewer and as toilet's cum dropped from my asshole, I wanked myself to an intense sexual climax.

I came back into the room and found my clothes on the floor and the way empty. King John had returned to do work, I have served my use and it was time to bequeath. As I drove back down the campaign, my ass sore and with lav's cum still inside me ; I realized that the entire experience had turned me on more than I had ever been before ... but I wanted another taste of that rooster .