The Meeting

Anyone who knows me, even a little, will know that I used to be a regular member of a sex meeting place and would get very involved with writing sex narration, posting naughty photo and union in with extremely disputatious and lively debates. Despite my diminutive height, my attitude was not of a meek and mild person. That was the public part and it was a practiced escape from my real life.


Anyone who knew me better on that site knew another role of me, the real me and I could count on my fingers, the citizenry who I allowed to know that Rachael. We'd contribution personal story of our animation, photos of the most confidant nature and we'd even chat on messenger when we were away from the land site. The citizenry who knew me the safe, I could count on the digit of one hand ... .. with two finger amputated ! This story is about one of those three, can, a guy that I truly thought that I'd never, ever meet.


I live in a sleepy village in the beautiful Cheshire countryside in Great United Kingdom. It's a wondrous place to hold up, I have a heavy phratry, super job and my life is in force. At the sentence of this story, I'd been unceremoniously dumped by my beau because his sister in law made some horrible comments about me and he found it comfortable to ditch me than to be a man and fight me. C'est la vie !


Now I mentioned my job in the last paragraph and I had worked damned hard to get where I was at this point and at 22 I was earning well above an average wage, beat back a £50,000 company car and was the envy of many mass. I'm not being smug about that, just very lofty of my achievement ! The other cool thing about my job, being a Personal assistant to the managing director of a software society, was that we travelled a lot. In the briny we covered all of the UK but we also do a lot of trips in European Union and occasionally, America.


Anyway, back to being ditched ... ..


Alice Paul had left me and as usual, I was online trying to exhort myself up a bit. whoremonger was having his own effect and his wife had recently moved out. He said that the alone difference of opinion when she left was that his foodstuff bill had halved as they'd not catch some Z's together for over six calendar month. I really felt for him and jokingly I said, ‘ I'll have to come over and cheer you up !'


He replied, ‘ I'll book you a flying to Wisconsin River for tomorrow !'


I laughed out tacky as I read his message but not for a rationality you'd think ! In ten days time I was flying out to Wisconsin River with my boss and for all the clip we'd talked, I never thought to ask in which State he lived. I knew that my adjacent commentary wouldn't be believed but I went with it anyway.


‘ You aren't going to believe this but me and my boss are flying out on the 23rd September, to a little place called Ojibway pin, Wisconsin River to see a client who does security installations.'To add to the truth, I quickly added, ‘ peacock surety Inc'


I stared at the screen and I could see that St. John the Apostle had read the message but he wasn't typing. I was about to poke at him when his following message popped up, ‘ I live in Chippewa Falls !'


It was my round to be stunned, ‘ Yeah yeah ! A hale State and you live in the little Ithiel Town I'm visiting !'


His reply was almost immediate. He sent a photo of a telephone bill, his address clearly shown.


My response was pretty much automatic because we had spoken for so long and I really considered him a confidante and stopping point friend. I simply typed, ‘ wellspring it would be ill-mannered if we didn't meet up !'


Now I knew that John had a bit of a compaction on me and again, that's not being smug, just stating facts so his answer made me smile.


‘ You have no idea how glad you just made me ! I'm going to cope with you inside two weeks ! Wow !'


He suddenly became like a giddy shaver so I calmed him a short and said I had no mind of the route as yet but I promised him two things and made clean-cut one other point. Firstly, I promised that we would definitely foregather. Second, I would try to format things so we could have got a hale afternoon to catch up but he was treating me to food. Lastly, I said that we would let to meet somewhere populace because, despite the fact we'd chatted for years, I wanted to be 200 % sure of him as I didn't want to play my hirer as a chaperon ! He accepted it all with his usual good good will and by the time we signed off, I couldn't believe I was, in every sense of the idea, about to meet a guy off a porn land site ! Oddly though, I couldn't wait !


study was busy so the clip went quickly and I was keeping a niggling unavowed up my arm. I'd explained to my boss, with a few tweed lies, that an old category friend lived in the townspeople and asked if we could line up things to apply me a little fourth dimension to charm up. I thought he'd assume that I meant an good afternoon or an evening to have dinner. When he gave me the revamped itinerary, he'd allocated two days and two nights that I'd have to myself in Chippewa Falls. I decided immediately to not tell Saint John the Apostle, just in grammatical case we didn't get on that fountainhead. The other odd thing was, since I'd announced the trip, we'd not had any of our usual foul conversations so I thought that maybe, just maybe that the actual melodic theme of meeting had brought about a new moral dilemma for us. I didn't care, I just thought it would be cool to meet him. Unfortunately though, that night, things changed. I couldn't get to kip and after all the gamy role playing we'd done, pictures I'd sent him of my naked dead body and the equally lowbred unity he'd sent back, my thoughts were of how I'd cope with not seeing his pretty cock in the human body. Did he not desire me like that now ? Had I ruined the legerdemain ? I didn't want to spoil the meeting so I just let it eat away at me rather than stymy John when we chatted. As far as he was aware, we were meeting at 2pm on the twenty-fourth September on North Bridge Street at Lucy's Delicatessen. What he didn't know was that I'd be wearing a apparel, designed to ride him wild. This was a flakey meeting to say the least and my persona had always been a fiddling risqué so this frock wasn't going to change that !


Over the next few days, we spoke each evening and it was crystalize that there were mettle on both side which seemed crazy because we knew so much about each other. John was talking about lieu we could go if we had the time but I was still loth to reveal the straight timescale, blaming my boss for tortuousness but confirming that we had at to the lowest degree six hr to chat ! I hoped he'd question the word ‘ chat'but he just said that it was more than he could ever have hoped for. I was getting impatient. I didn't know why and didn't know what I wanted him to say but our online messaging the future even, the eve of my flight, I decided to push a little more. I was in bed, ready for an ahead of time escape so I opened the chat app on my phone.


Rachael : Hey you !

John : Hi Rach !

Rachael : Whatcha doing ?

John : Just watching goggle box, dog curled up with me

Rachael : Awwww I forget about Marvin ! Are you bringing him to see me ?

John : Yes I can

Rachael : Hmmmm you can ? Do you not desire to ?

John : Yeah I do, I was just thinking something else but maybe it's best to just bring him with.


I finally saw the break I needed.


Rachael : St. John the Apostle, can I be blunt ?

John Lackland : You never asked before ! Why is now any different ?

Rachael : Heyyyyyy cheeky !

John : Sorry, go on, be blunt !

Rachael : OK, since I mentioned my visit, you've suddenly become tops reserved and I don't recognise you and now you're holding back about the bally dog ! What's going on ?

John : OK, honestly ?

Rachael : Always !

whoremaster : OK, I'm panic-struck !

Rachael : Why ?

John : Rach, I've dreamt of encounter you for so foresightful I just can't believe it's actually happening ! Somehow, when we talk now, it feels like I've just met you and I'm a bag of nervousness ! Does that take a crap any common sense ?


I was laughing as I typed.


Rachael : YOU PILLOCK ! Do you not retrieve I'm aflutter too ?

John : NO ! You are always so surefooted !

Rachael : John, you are a corking guy but God, you are so getting a slap when I see you !

John : lol OK but now I'm even more nervous !

Rachael : Why ?

whoremonger : TWO DAYS ! ! !

Rachael : Serious for a minute ....

John : OK

Rachael : You don't have to bring the dog to the deli

privy : Do you not want to meet him ?

Rachael : Of course I do !

John : But how can you if I don't bring him ?

Rachael : You are incredibly dumb at multiplication !

bathroom : Ohhhhhhhhh you mean you might come in to my place ?

Rachael : Unless you don't want to grant me the turn of your work you've been telling me about for months ?

Saint John : yes I do !

Rachael : Well shut up then !

John : But only if you're sure

Rachael : lav, stop speaking, see you at 2pm, Lucy's deli

John : I so so so can't postponement

Rachael : Same here !

privy : Have a safe flight of steps babe

Rachael : Don't forget your billfold, retrieve you're paying !

John : My pleasure ! Goodnight xxx

Rachael : Xxxx


I closed the app, turned out the Light Within and tried to suppose how that coming together would go. I imagined the revealing dress which is blotto and gives my flyspeck bosom a upright boost. It never fails to get attention but the man I was meeting has already seen raw exposure of me so the tease was somehow even gravid. My fingers found my pussy as I imagined him getting hard in his pant as soon as he saw me and that first hug would consume his cock pressing into my belly as my 5ft 1 body pressed into his 6ft 2 one. I've never tired of motion-picture show of his farseeing, fat cock and within 48 hours, it would be throbbing right in front of me. I rubbed my clit faster as I imagined what could go on after luncheon and at that point, just as a beautiful culmination washed over me, I knew that his delicious shaft would be filling me with his seed, no question !


flight of stairs day was a nightmare ! A two stop escape and prospicient effort from the airport saw us arrive at our hotel at 9pm, topical anesthetic sentence. We dined at a lovely local anesthetic restaurant but we were so play out, I couldn't Tell you the name of it but they did do a beautiful pepper sauce steak followed by a magnificent cheesecake ! ( When in Rome etc ) We had a few drinks and while my boss was calling home to his wife, I walked out to the street and took a picture of the street signaling and sent it to John with a message. All I said was, ‘ Real enough yet ?'


I didn't look for a response until I was back in my room and I chuckled when I saw it. He'd replied to the event that it had taken every Panthera uncia of self-command to stop him from driving into Ithiel Town to say hello. I wished him goodnight, put my phone on charge and within minute I was asleep.


At 8:30am, our breakfast meeting with the guest started. Over a mountain of food for thought, my preparations for the meeting were gross and we achieved everything we had set out to do. By 11am, we were discussing extra byplay we could do for our client and by noon we had made our last notes and were preparing to leave. We'd been to a topical anesthetic bar for an informal winding down of business with two of their directors and they'd thanked us profusely. I then realised how my boss had worked the two liberate days into the trip as the three guy rope started to discuss their golfing challenge and I made my apology for not joining them, especially after their game. I knew how a good deal my honcho could drink and I really did prefer my own plans for the succeeding 48 hours ! At 12:30pm, my boss passed me the keys to the horrid Toyota Prius hire car and kissed my cheek, thanking me for my awe-inspiring prep piece of work. We made our leave-taking and I promised to hold open him updated on my safety and whereabouts. He does appear after me.


Our hotel was only a two minute of arc walk away so I made my way to my room. I dressed quickly into my special outfit, applied a fiddling makeup and looked in the mirror. My tight red attire with the zip up the front line which stopped halfway up my breasts was delimitation obscene but, the shortsighted black jacket added enough stratum to add a little decency to the final look. The padding gave a little hyperbole to my smaller chest and I was terribly proud of the spare cleavage it afforded me. I gave a little spin in the mirror, checking out how midget my bum looked and was more than happy as I turned towards the doorway but I stopped, paused and walked back to look at myself again. The dress demanded that I couldn't wear a bra as the cushioning was built in but the tightness meant my pants were still, ever so slightly visible. I bent over and with a little struggle, I pulled my red, lacy scanty down my legs, straightened the apparel and grinned broadly. If this didn't make his eyes pop out, nothing would ! I made my way to the cellar garage and the car, entered the address of Lucy's delicatessen and set off. According to the satnav, I'd arrive about 15 minutes early and I knew I'd need that time to calm myself down.


The road outside Lucy's, compared to any English language town, was very broad and I was pleased to obtain a parking quad across the road from the deli. My middle was pounding in my thorax and I took several deep breather before I gave up on trying to end my hands from trembling. Before I flew from England, I'd checked out the framework of car that lav said he drove and I was scanning the street for one that looked similar but, the Same as an American in England, all the railroad car were alien to me and I was about to give up looking however, at 1:55pm a tan, Chevrolet Cavalier pulled up, right outside Lucy's. As I saw the conversant look appear from the car, my nerves vanished, I grabbed my purse and jumped from the Toyota. The topical anesthetic were slightly bemused by the diminutive blond leaping from a car and screaming,"JOHN !"as gimcrack as she could and waving frantically !


The huge grin on lav's face made me laugh out loud and he ran across the road to me and I leapt into his arms for the biggest, proficient and most satisfying hug of my life. He held me to him with his arms wrapped tightly around my waistline and mine around his neck and our cheeks pressed closely together. We both said things along the lines of, we couldn't believe we were actually here and that form of thing. More impressively was that he didn't hold too long to put me down, my frock didn't tantalize up too far and he kissed my boldness after he'd put me down. That wasn't right field for me though.


I put my script on my hips theatrically,"Really ? thou of sea mile and you kiss my cheek ?"Grabbing his shirt I pulled him to me and planted a proper kiss on his lips and threw my arms around his neck opening again. I knew that tongue were unseasonable right now but I think he liked our 1st kiss, especially by the grinning as I pulled away and utilize my thumb to wipe off the lipstick and then my adjacent commentary of,"OK we've met, now feed me !"


His handsome face tried to exact on a earnestness,"Ahhh the famous appetite of the diminutive brit ! ejaculate on then !"


With that, he took my hand and led me across to the bright red canopy of Lucy's, the figure I had stared at online for days. All my nerves were gone and I gave the big hand that was leading me, a little wring which earned me the Lapp back and another immense grin from a very happy guy. As we were about to introduce the food shop, can stopped me and in an almost breathless tint he said,"Rachael, you know I've always talked straight with you so, I've got to say you look fucking amazing girl !"


I giggled, having played out this fit in the hotel, just an 60 minutes ago,"wellspring, if you think this looks near ...."


With that, I shook the jacket from my shoulders, held my arms out and gave a trivial squirm. The total effect of my strapless outfit had the desired event and he was pretty dumb apart from a ‘ Holy fuck'and a ‘ Wow !'That was enough for me ! We went in.


As can ordered our food at the counter, I stood with my arm around his waist, looking at our musing in the mirror as he towered above me and I felt happy, prosperous and so properly where I was. I'd seen so many pictures of this guy but, as I looked closer, he was so much taller, well built and cunning than I'd ever realised. He caught me checking him out and winked into the mirror at me. We were both grinning like schooling small fry and the scummy cow behind the return huffed a few times which just made us both laugh Sir Thomas More and she couldn't get us to sit down quick enough, saying she'd bring our Holy Order across.


Serving stave aside, the next minute and a half was amazing. We chatted, we laughed and flirted mildly but every indorse just felt awing. It was only when I glanced at my watch that a sudden sadness came from the other side of the table.


"Rachael, this has been such good fun ! We can go for the guided tour of my palace if you like now or wherever you want to go !"Then he asked the question he didn't want an answer to,"So, how long do we give ?"


I gave a fiddling face and I swear he was close to crying but I'm a cruel bitch and put two digit in the air.


"dump ! Only two time of day ?"He gasped


I couldn't do it to him anymore so I took his hand, squeezed it tightly and in a voicelessness I said,"Two DAYS if you want me !"And with that, I leant across the board and kissed him. The kiss was balmy and I allowed my tongue to twit his lips until his own tongue met mine. The temperature instantly rose in the room but meter seemed to suffer still. That kiss could have been for just a minute or for an hour, I truly couldn't William Tell you but, as we broke I managed to whisper,"Take me home !"


After another peck on the mouth, John paid the bill and then, as any gentleman would, he walked me over to my car. He told me that he'd bend his car around and I could accompany him for the few short knot to his house. I realised right then that I still resembled a Cheshire cat and the nervousness I'd brought with me had been replaced by an incredible, form bubbles excitement for what may happen. Who was I kidding ? I knew what was going to fall out ! We were going to fulfill one of the many intimate scenarios that we'd spoken about in one of our role playing sessions, or one of the fit in my many stories. The only real interrogative sentence were, which level and who would take the lead ? The aching in my mole kind of answered the latter question for me and a little program of conquest was forming, even before I pulled into the traffic behind John's car.


The private road to John's house was only five or ten bit and, when we stopped at some traffic sparkle, I slipped my jacket crown back on. I was conscious that privy probably had neighbor and no matter where you are in the human race, neighbours like to gossip. As I climbed out of my car on the straight driveway of a pretty, undivided storey home, I carried my briefcase and looked very professional person. Maybe professional with a wind of slutty, but professional was definitely in the description !


"Welcomed to my home plate, Rach !"trick said with justifiable pride.


"I love it ! But a house definitely needs a dog !"


He knew I was a dog nut and I'd seen photos of Marvin from day one so as he opened the door, a big cream blur flew past us, charged around the front lawn and then pounced on his schoolmaster for cuddle. Only after a brief tussle with John did he see the stranger and then I had a cover girl affectionate greeting for a minute of arc ( touchstone ‘ hullo'of a olfactory organ trying to go up my wench ) until he got tire and decided that it was clip for John to feed in him and he made a flair for his intellectual nourishment sports stadium. John apologised profusely for the lack of nicety of his dog and told me to come in and make myself at family while he saw to Marvin.


The front door opened into a big living way with pine laminated storey and as John went towards the arse of the sign of the zodiac, I had a nosey around. A beautiful, black leather retinue with a four-seater settle took pride of place, all chairs aimed at the tremendous TV in one street corner of the way, by the window. In the opponent corner was a huge wooden unit which was bursting at the crease with CDs and I gave a wry smile thinking that John was definitely a bachelor despite the fact that his ‘ wife'had left but, having always been a bit of a tomboy, I loved his dash. By the time he came back in the elbow room, I was looking through some photos on the mantelpiece and the aplomb guitar which was hanging above it.


"making love the property John ! Do I get the rest period of the tour now ?"


He agreed so I put my purse with my briefcase on the burnt umber board and told him to lead the way.


We went to the cellar first to see all of his handiwork down there, then back up to see the rest period of his cover girl dwelling. The last elbow room was where we both silently wanted to be, his bedroom. It was a big elbow room with the rear window looking out onto other firm and a immense bed with very warm coloured sheet of paper. The smell in the way was of freshly laundered linen and I smiled inside that he'd changed his bedclothes for my sojourn ! I decided that I had to demand restraint of the situation or I'd burst so I stood by the windowpane, looking outside as I said,"I'd have to go along this dim down if I lived here ! Neighbours can be awfully snoopy !"With that, I released the blind and it dropped down to the windowsill. I wiggled my supercilium and laughed to save him a little confused as to my intent and before he could comment, I asked to use the bathroom. He pointed me towards the ensuite and I gave him a peck on the lips, making some comment about being bursting for a pee, just to continue him off guard.


I'd picked up my purse on the way back through the living room as every girlfriend would when using a strange lav and after I peed ( yes, I was actually bursting for a pee ), I used my wet-wipes to freshen up below and then I stood before the mirror, preparing for my master plan of seduction. I was still wearing my crown and I carefully slid down the zip at the front of my garb. I've mentioned that it's quite tight so as I moved the zip down, each face separated to reveal Sir Thomas More of my chest and I stopped, just above my belly button so the sides of the dress and my jacket were just covering the nitty-gritty of each breast but John was going to be treated to the full moon beau of each small pitcher's mound. My skin is very white but very bland and I was getting neural at this brazen exhibit but I was satisfied that this was as sexy as I could ever look. I just hoped he hadn't left the bedroom.


I clicked open the bath door and walked back into the elbow room. john was sat on the bed and his jaw dropped clear as he lifted his head. I smiled as I walked slowly towards him, letting my jacket fall from my shoulder joint, then stepping out of my dog. I stopped a few foot from him and whispered,"I brought you a giving but it still needs disclose properly !"


St. John the Apostle gulped hard as I took the last step towards him and his paw went to my hips and he leant forward to osculate me, only having to arrive at up slightly from his seated lieu. As we kissed, his custody caressed my bum and I sighed softly, breaking the buss after a minute or so and taking half a step back again. His work force trembled as he slowly slid the zip down, placing a piano kiss between my boob before revealing them in their petite glory, pulling back to feast on the parting of my clothes. He sighed as my trim puss came into view and then pulled the zip fully down and pushed the dress off my shoulder, leaving his internet friend stood completely naked in his bedroom.


He gulped hard,"Rach, you ... .you are beautiful ! No photo could ever do you justice !"


I smiled as I moved closer to him, pulling his head to my chest and biting my lip as his big, strong paw touched my au naturel bum and his kiss went straight for my painfully concentrated nipple. Almost instantly, my legs began to flutter as his caressed my bottom and then my binding, pulling me harder to his nibbling oral cavity, moving across my chest. The hotness in my puss growing wildly and just as I was wondering how farsighted I could outride standing, I felt myself being lifted off my foot. I looked into toilet's eyes as he held me aloft and no give-and-take were needed but a kiss was. I planted my lips firmly on his and our tongues began an straightaway battle, so intense that I barely noticed him laying me down on the bed and positioning himself beside me. His heavenly paw massaged my titty firmly and I sensed some trepidation from moving lour but before I guided him to my aching snatch, there was another proceeds that needed attention. I broke the kiss and panted my two Holy Writ instruction.


"Get naked !"And then I remembered my fashion !"Please !"


John kissed me hard again and jumped up from the bed. He was about to bulge out undressing but stopped dead and I watched his oculus, feasting on my nudity. I should have got been embarrassed but I just smiled and asked if he was well-chosen. I know it was a stupid question but it threw him and he stuttered before saying that he couldn't ever be happier. He was then looking me up and down, looking for More quarrel before I reminded him to get his bloody clothes off ! We both laughed but then it was my turn of events to be in for a treat. His body was unspecific, intone and lovely but his pecker, his big fat rooster finally came into thought and I began to salivate as he climbed next to me again and it pressed hard into my leg as our sassing reconnected. I gave an involuntary growl as I reached for the yummy part of meat that I'd seen so many times before in photos and just as I'd imagined, my fingerbreadth barely reached around its girth. My holding his cock was enough of a sign for Saint John and I soon felt his hand cupping my unanimous puss and in indorsement, a finger slid easily and fully inside me. I bit his shoulder softly and opened my legs slightly to afford him better access. It felt so right and from the noises down below, I was as wet as I could ever be and despite my love of arousal, I just needed pick, and I needed it now. With the gentlest of push, I rolled john onto his book binding and there was a small look of business organization as I extracted myself from the two digit he'd teased inside me. To ease any doubts he had, I gave minuscule butterfly stroke osculation across his face as I straddled his body and ground myself against his manhood. He took the initiative and gripped my arse firmly and added even more force per unit area on my sensitive clit. I lifted my aspect from his and bit my lip slightly as I reached between us, raised my bum slightly and aimed his cock at my hole. He was already covered in my juices from the short attrition and when I pushed back, he slid smoothly into me. He stretched my lips tightly and despite the small confidence trick, the first one-half of his seven inches was in. I lifted almost completely off him and then pushed down harder and by the third get-up-and-go, our trunk were fully connected. I held the stance, swirling my coxa slightly and we purred together, looking deep into each other's eyes.


"Oh my God Rach, that is ... .... have a go at it that's ... ... .. Wow !"


Supporting myself with my work force on his chest, I stared into his middle, a wry smirk on my fount as I raised and lowered myself, torturously slow up, revelling in the delicious fullness in my sex. John's mouth was a permanent ‘ O'having given up after his premature try to vocalise his thoughts. The lone sounds in the room were the heavy breathing and soft grunts each time I dropped fully onto his perfect tense cocksucker. fiddling by niggling I increased my tempo and John's right mitt sought out my chest as his exit thumb started to massage my button with vigour.


"I'm not going to end long !"He gasped as I was looking down at the incredible sight of his thick thermionic valve, stretching my pussy to the max and glistening with the eternal flow of my juices. The air was thick-skulled with the scent of lust and I could feel my own sexual climax rising and implore he would finally long enough to parcel our number 1 climax.


Suddenly, John pulled me to his chest and then rolled me onto my spinal column. For a brief present moment, his full weight unit was on me and pushed me deep into the mattress and for the abbreviated of seconds I felt so small and powerless but then he took further controller and it was amazing. He pushed his upper consistency from mine, nudged my wooden leg wider apart and began fucking me, fucking me strong and I screamed out in joy ! My coming was heading towards us like a bullet train train and he was in no doubt as to my joy but after a few minutes, and me being right on the edge he stopped. I asked him what the Hell he was doing, out of total shock, but before all the words were out, he'd lifted my bum up, off the bed, and buried his face in my cunt. I instantly grabbed two handful of hair and held him tight on my clit where his knife was a fuzz as his hands squeezed my bum so tight. In instant I was back on the threshold of hail and I let go of his tomentum and pinched my own nipple to send my encephalon into domain. My whole consistence convulsed and I was drifting in and out of cognisance as every character of my being joined in with this amazing party. I'd wrapped my peg around his cervix at some point and, as their hairgrip began to go down, I felt them being pushed up as john slid his hammer back into me. I swear it had grown in the last few min and, with my knees pushed back by the side of my head, I watched in awe as it parted my sensitive pussy and plunged fully into me. I was mesmerised and the unscathed experience revitalised the orgasm which had been dissipating and I felt my unscathed body spasm with each powerful thrust which were pounding my tiny frame into the bed. We were moaning together but his soon became a roar and his final thrust went bass inside me as I felt his stopcock pulsing and stretch as he unloaded his balls into my well-chosen, saturated maw.


I lowered my legs and pulled him to me. Yes, he was grueling but that post-fucking candy kiss has always been my pet and I held him there until he finally rolled us over together to put me back on top, his slightly softening cock, still buried deep inside me. I finally broke the kiss and rubbed his nose with my own.


"That was DEFINITELY worth a trip to Wisconsin for, Mr. !"I said in a whisper and kissed him gently again.


St. John the Apostle's smile was one of pure joy and he paused a endorse before he spoke,"If I never have sex again, I won't care Rachael ! You just rewrote the al-Qur'an ! But ... ..."Then he paused


"There's a but ?"I asked, laughing.


John kissed my horn in and squeezed me close to him,"The but ... .. apart from this aphrodisiac ‘ butt'in my hand, is ... ... I'm not for certain if I can ever let you go again !"


I playfully slapped him and cuddled close but I knew, in just two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. I had to go back to my normal life and no matter what he, or I felt, that was all it could be, two friends, first get together, wild sex then go. I hoped we could both deal with that.


We lay there, until the laws of physics deemed his prick soft enough to plop out of me and an immediate menses of copious amounts of fluids started to dribble from me. With much screwing up of my aspect for comedic effect, I climbed from the bed and excused myself to the bathroom. I had a pee and used some more of my wet wipes to clean up but all the time I was in there, I was trying to remember if I'd ever felt so capacity after sex with a guy for the get-go time. I even shocked myself when I realised that I hadn't even given him a blow job, my darling part of stimulation ! No subject, I'd make that up to him at some point and examine to him that I hadn't lied about my strong suit in that area.


As I returned from the bathroom, privy had climbed under the cover song and he pulled them back for me to climb under with him. I didn't need a secondly invitation and I snuggled up beside him, running my hand through his chest hair as we chatted. It felt so well-off, so comfortable and lifelike, not like it should for somebody you only met properly a few hours earlier. All the prison term we were there, his mightily hand was on my vertebral column or my bum as he held me finish, while his leftover deal dwarfed mine as he held it on his chest. At some peak, we must induce drifted off to sleep.


When I awoke, I noticed that the subtlety over the window wasn't as Light so the sun must have been setting. I propped myself up on my elbow and Looked over St. John the Apostle's handsome feature article. His tomentum was greying at the temples which was rather distinguished and he had a few appearing on his chest too. I smiled inside as I thought, that must be the reason he shaves down below, nobody wants grey-headed pubes ! I leant over and slowly sucked his earlobe into my mouth and started a blue-blooded swirling of my natural language. I watched a all-encompassing grin appear on his nerve as his eyelids fluttered open. I kissed him and then, with a faux-serious face said,"We have a problem !"


Not being used to my humour away from a keyboard, John asked cautiously,"Which is ?"


"wellspring, it's something you're going to get a line a lot of over the next two days !"


He worked it out,"You're athirst aren't you ?"


I nodded and he feigned exasperation before we got into a little tickle fight. I stopped it before we got too horny again because, well I was starving ! I knew my adjacent proffer would mold though, I said we should plowshare a exhibitor. He seemed to like the thought as he swept me up effortlessly and carried me into the bathroom.


In no clock time at all, we were stood together under the strong flow of piss but, nude dead body, roaming hands and lots of soap usually adds up to an erecting ! Today was no different and with john's hugging of every office of my body under the pretence of washing me, including a probationary intromission of a finger in my bum, had me somewhat horny too. I decided that it was meter to rectify the wrong.


"I think I need a starter before dinner !"I said seductively as I sank to my knees in figurehead of his prick. It was free of scoop by now and this was my first proper close up scene. Immediately I realised why he felt so good as he rode me earlier, the huge head with its blaze up boundary were perfect for stimulating a kitty-cat and he gasped as I hungrily took him into my mouth. I stroked with a twisting motion as I sucked and slurped on the kickoff three inches and noticed that John the Divine had took time lag of the rails as his stage quivered slightly. He was panting already and I suspected that this was not going to last too long. He admitted later that his ex hadn't given him a blowjob in the final stage two years of their kinship. I decided to affect forward with my political party man and I moved slightly more of his tool into my mouth, testing the back of my throat. He was a picayune thicker than any I'd done this with before but I knew I could contend. I've been blessed with very little gag unconditioned reflex so I was quite proud of the soft whimper from John as I pushed forward and my nose pushed hard into his pubic bone and I held there. Then I pulled slowly away, allowing the full seven column inch to re-emerge from my mouth as I held eye contact with a very well-chosen man. I then plunged it fully in again and as I teased the head with my throat muscles, I snaked my spit out to tease apart his musket ball. His moans were exquisite and then I grabbed his hip and urged him to have intercourse my throat. He didn't take much convincing and began slow but long strokes, raining praise on me from above. I was right that it wouldn't final long and when he announced that he was coming, I took ascendency with my script on the irradiation and my lingua all around the top dog and was soon rewarded with an alarmingly tumid load in my mouth. He tasted really good and I gulped down every drop curtain, finishing his treat with the gentlest of kisses as his sensitiveness was at its peak.


I stood up to the quick possible hug. He panted his thanks,"That was the best ... .. the secure blowjob ... ..the advantageously blowjob ever ... .. You are ama ... .. you are FUCKING amazing ! Thank you so, so a great deal !"


I kissed him and replied,"I didn't thank you properly for to begin with, so you're welcome !"


"Anytime Rachael, anytime at all !"


As we got out of the exhibitioner, St. John handed me a big, white fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off. I realised that I'd left my small case in the car so, when John was going out to the sleeping accommodation, I asked if he'd brain getting it for me. I hung my towel on the rail, found the hairdryer and as common, I started thinking about food for thought and the restaurants I'd passed over the conclusion few twenty-four hours, wondering where we were going to eat. My mind was totally in the world of food so I yelped when a big script grabbed my bum.


"Sorry, couldn't resist !"He said as he gave another grope.


My hair was still a short damp but it was dry enough for now. I followed John to the bedroom and put my eccentric onto the bed and opened it. I took out a Tesco carrier bag ( Tesco is United Kingdom's gravid supermarket ) and asked John to put it in the fridge. He opened the bag and laughed.


"You brought cheese ? You brought cheese to the Dairy State ? I thought you read up on this station ?"


Still naked, I put my hand on my pelvic arch and drew myself up to my full 5 foot 1 inch and squared up to him,"Listen honey, I never travel without my vintage cheddar Malva sylvestris and after I've cooked for you, you'll agree that it's wagerer than sex !"


Even I didn't believe the net affirmation but Gospel According to John just shook his head word and laughed at me. He kissed me as he walked out to the kitchen murmuring,"crazy Briton !"so I slapped his bum for his nerve and returned to my face.


As I started to peck out clothes, I called through to the kitchen,"supposition what I forgot to pack from my early case ?"


bathroom returned to the bedroom and was nimble to be the perfect innkeeper,"Don't worry ! Whatever it is, I'm indisputable I've got it covered ! I mean, I've got vintage Armerican cheddar now !"


I gave him my best evil look,"OK then smarty pants, where is your knickers drawer ? I never planned on brassiere but forgot my panties !"Then, I shrugged my shoulders and added,"Ah well, I'm trusted that estimation will keep on your mind occupied ! OK where are we eating ?"


John shook his head in despair and walked out of the way, groaning and bent double to mark the breaker point. I slapped his bum again !


I pulled on a white vest top, not too tight or revealing and a denim skirt which came to mid second joint. If we were going into a eating house, I wanted to face nice for King John. He whistled as I came into the living room so, in order to remind him, I spun around, hitched up my chick and wiggled my naked bum at him. When I turned back, I asked,"Is that OK ?"


He involuntarily licked his brim,"OK isn't really the right terminus ! And it sure tastes better than any food we'll eat tonight !"


I congratulated and thanked him for his smart answer and we headed out to eat. His comments about the food for thought we may eat were very wrong ! We arrived at a stead called Casa Mexicana which was nothing to depend at from exterior, but inside was a whole different news report with every wall, chair and table painted with vibrant pictures and scenes. It was the prettiest restaurant I've ever been in and the food was incredible. We took our sentence between courses and after we'd had a coffee, I gave an embarrassing yawn.


"Oh my God, I'm so deplorable !"I said as another yawn took clutches of me.


John took my deal,"Hey it's OK, I bet you're exhausted ! You were travelling forever yesterday, up early today and, well, we had a little workout this afternoon ! You've every right to be wrecked !"He lifted my handwriting and kissed it softly,"Shall we miss out on an all Night golf-club and capitulum back ?"


bathroom insisted on paying the bill despite my plea so I paid a decent tip and chatted to the proprietor before we left. We kissed a little in the car parkland before I accepted that I really needed to get back.


The eating house wasn't far from John's family so we soon back, being greeted by an excited Marvin who could smell the garbage we'd brought back. John asked if I'd like a warm up hot chocolate before bed. I accepted eagerly but asked if it was alright to take in it in bed. Naturally, he said yes so I went ahead to the bedroom, kicked off my shoes and quickly removed my two items of habiliment and climbed beneath the duvet. Then, as the risky possible house guest, I fell immediately to sleep.


It must experience been a sound few 60 minutes later when I woke up, desperately needing to pee but, when I realised that John was spooning behind me, breathing softly onto my cervix, I honestly thought about staying put. Unfortunately, the urge to pee was way too a good deal and I slowly extracted myself and went to the lav. When I returned, my body had obviously cooled a lilliputian and I woke John as I backed into him with a cold bum. He asked if I was OK but I shushed him and told him to get back to sleep as I snuggled in, wrapped myself in his subdivision and drifted off again. That is what sleeping with a bigger guy is all about. That is sleeping perfection. null beats spooning ! Well, that's not quite rightful. Spooning which leads to morning sex is even advantageously, as I was about to find out at around 10am the following morning.


The first sensation I was aware of was two fingers, deep inside me and I was incredibly wet. I turned my school principal to receive a morning kiss and no sooner than out sassing met, the fingerbreadth were gone and I gasped as the full seven inches of his lovely cock, slid slowly but fully inside me. I wiggled my bum slightly and pushed gently onto his lap, relishing the feeling of being so replete of ‘ man ’.


The rocking of his hips started slowly and as his hands caressed my chest, I reached back and stroked his bum as the solidus grew in length. I'd been with this man for less than 24 time of day but it felt like he knew my body so well as he touched and made love to me so perfectly, but then, as I thought this wakeup shout couldn't get any better, he gripped me tightly and rolled onto his backbone, never missing a stroke. He then gripped my pelvis, spread my wooden leg and started to resile me as he raised his hip joint, thrusting his core into me in a way I've never felt before, hitting my G-spot perfectly and I gripped his arms tightly as my orgasm hit me immediately. I couldn't move as my muscles gave in completely and his push took on a new urgency, thrusting more forcefully than I thought possible. My climax grew even greater and I'm sure the neighbourhood could hear my cry quite clearly as I begged him to add up inside me, and in a dozen more plunges, John's body dissolved into cramp as he emptied his balls.


Almost instinctively, we rolled back to our starting position and John was still slow fucking me and with each push, I felt the shoemaker's last earth tremor of my coming and I sighed my contentment.


"commodity morning !"I said, unnecessarily,"That was the practiced dismay clock ever !"


John kissed the back of my caput,"upright morning, sexy lady ! Well it seemed like the most logical way to awaken you up and deal with my hard on, all in one go !"


I elbowed him softly,"Cheeky ! But ten out of ten for efficiency !"I paused for a endorse before adding,"We really need to get up now though !"


John giggled,"You're hungry aren't you ?"


I turned my pass and gave him a long, soft candy kiss,"You learn quickly !"


I extracted myself from Saint John the Apostle's cock with a bit of a sloppy ‘ plop'and made my way to the bathroom with a wolf tin whistle from behind me. ( It's always nice to be complimented ! ) I cleaned myself a slight, brushed my tooth and as I was about to lead the bathroom, I noticed a pale blueing shirt hanging on the binding of the door. I took it down and put it on, then smiled at my rumination in the mirror. Even I knew that there is minuscule as sexy as a lowly girl in a guy's shirt. That always looks hot and the low growl from the bed as I went back into the chamber confirmed that thought.


"ejaculate on, lazybones, feed me !"I pleaded in a forge panicky vocalization. It had the desired event and John climbed out of bed, put on some shorts, led me by the manus to the kitchen and lifted me onto a stool by the breakfast bar like a tike. I wanted to pull him to me but he just looked down at me as the baggy shirt, open at the battlefront, gave a full position of my naked body. He sighed heavily.


"Any prospect you can just wear this today ?"


I feigned shock and pulled the shirt back against my chest of drawers,"Hey cheeky !"I paused and added,"But my fit out today should please you, provided you make me some food NOW !"


Saint John the Apostle gave a salute, turned on his heel and started breakfast. I busied myself with the coffee bean machine and we chatted like an old, glad match, talking about everything and nothing. I laughed when I realised that he'd really been listening to our chats and he was making what every Northern English people person loves ... .. Viscount St. Albans Butties ! Freshly sliced bread, creamy butter, dozens of crispy bacon, a footling cheddar and a stir of embrown sauce. As we tucked in, he agreed that this was a culinary chef-d'oeuvre, one which he'd definitely have in the futurity. We polished off our mountain of food and I insisted that John go and get ready while I put everything into the dishwasher. By the time I'd wiped all of the control surface down, he was ready, dressed in blue shorts and a T-shirt that showed his across-the-board chest off nicely. I gave him a straightaway osculation and went to dress myself.


To dedicate myself a little credit, I'd managed to tamp quite a few outfits into my minuscule bag but John's comment and clear love life of my wearing his shirt, well it made my selection easy. As I pulled the top from my bag, it always looks like a long rag of thin cotton wool but it's actually a lop shirt with no buttons. At the battlefront though, there are retentive part which wrap around and then tie up, above your belly. The end answer is a cool looking shirt with a visible gap between the breasts and textile which shows the shape of your boobs, perfectly ! The material is quite cut and for girlfriend with darker nipples, there is nothing left to the imagination. Thankfully, my nipples are a good deal wakeful but when it's colder, well you get the approximation. It's a very aphrodisiac top ! I added my dungaree short which don't display off my bum cheeks. Well, I wanted to seem sexy but I didn't want to look like a tatty tramp ! I finished the outfit with a simple pair of strappy sandals and for my makeup, I did very little, just a skin senses of mascara and a blench lipstick.


When I came back into the living elbow room, trick gasped at my kit and immediately caressed my breast through the top.


"Sorry Rach, I just had to touch ! Fuck, that is hot !"


As any girl will secern you, regard don't get boring and we can tell when they are for real ! I was happy with ‘ shag, that is hot !'so I kissed him and we set off out.


A forgetful drive later and we were walking, hand in deal, through Irvine ballpark. For anyone who hasn't visited but HAS been to Central Park, sorry bozo but you went to the less one ! Irvine Park is beautiful with its lake, its zoo and even the people were favorable. Hmmm maybe I should draw near the Badger State tourist board. They should be paying me for promoting them in this story ! I'll come back to that. Anyway, yes, great few hours in the parking area and two guys got slapped by their wife/girlfriend for staring at my chest which caused much hilarity to us but, by 4:30 we were sat on the grass eating huge ice emollient and John asked where I'd like to go next.


"Ooh I'm glad you asked !"I said in a ‘ matter of fact'tone and I reached into my purse and pulled out a lowly piece of composition with an savoir-faire on it and handed it to John.


He looked confused,"That's way out of Town, are you trusted you have the rightfield address ? There's only a winery out there ... .."His voice drifted off.


"And ?"I asked as John looked at me and I was wiggling my eyebrows and grinning madly."What else is there John ?"


"A sex workshop ? But what do you want from a sex shop, and that sex shop in exceptional ?"


I held his hand,"Do you commend Holly's tale ?"Now for those of you who don't know my serial ‘ Holly and supporter ’, don't trouble, I'm not going to do much of a spoiler but you really should read it ! Anyway, back to this story. I continued to talk after he gave me a nod, you see, after reading this taradiddle, John the Evangelist and I had started to go supporter. Sorry, I keep getting distracted, really going back to the story now ... ..


I continued,"Well, you remember the view in the sex shop cabin, between Sky and the customer ?"


bathroom instinctively grabbed at his parcel as he responded,"Oh God, do I ? That's a nooky hot panorama ! Do you ... ... I mean ... .... Really ?"


I patted his bridge player,"You really need to learn to finish a sentence babe !"I reached into my bag and pulled out another top and a span of trunks,"I've even brought an extra turnout for you to rip off me !"I showed him the part ripped seam so he didn't strangle me. ( For those who don't know the scene, read on, you will soon understand )


John seemed more than well-chosen to coddle my fantasy although he did point out that we'd be going into a place where women rarely went and there would probably be other Guy in there when we arrived. I reminded him that it all happened inside a cabin so nonentity else would see and he was happy with that and we set off. I didn't tally on one aspect of it but it turned out to be a bonus. I'll tell you about that shortly.


Saint John had a bit of a misdirection as we drove to the big sex shop. I had reclined my seat and stripped naked in order to modify my getup. The trunks were white, rolled up hem and very lightweight while the top was a bright blue, cotton plant tee shirt which was a crop top but much less revealing than my current shirt. I'd thought about this and it was bad enough that a female child was going into a sex shop, I didn't want to look like a lady of pleasure ! I packed my early clothes away just as we pulled into the car park at the tooshie of the construction and my adrenaline was pumping through my veins. I felt so excited and so incredibly horny and I was climbing from the car before we'd even stopped properly. I'm sure that John, at this gunpoint, was wondering what the Hell he'd signed up for ! I knew him well enough to bed he'd bonk it !


In earned a slap to my bum from John as we walked towards the entryway for daring to use a direful American accent to ask,"You got fourth, buddy ?"Note to self, don't use a goofy accent !


OK, confession time here. I HAVE been into two unlike sex store in the UK but they were nothing like what I entered here, on a back route of Wisconsin River. Each time I went into a UK one, there may give birth been one or two guys skulking around the DVD section, not even daring to look at the bold face Cy Young peeress that entered. Here though, as we entered the shop class area, I counted eight guy wire, all openly staring at the half dressed girl and her guy. I confess, I was suddenly a picayune uneasy but had already anticipated the maiden interrogative sentence from the man behind the counter.


"Hey honey, got ID ?"


I already had my passport in my paw and passed it to him, smiling as confidently as I could at the nice, if slightly bored, guy in his early fifties.


"Thanks Rachael !"He said pleasantly,"Have a unspoilt time here ! Cabins are through the curtain, you'll need quarters !"I smiled at this and looked at john with a ‘ told you so'look on my face.


He handed over a ten dollar bank note and took his handful of coins, then turned and led me to the curtained area, neither of us making eye impinging with the lot of eye following us but both cognizant of some quite primitive scuttlebutt being directed our way.


We walked through the pall into a long, darker way with looking glass locker, replete of DVDs down the left field paries and around eight cabins on the right hand. There were three or four guys stood around, watching our entrance, and at first glance, two of the cabins at the far end seemed to be occupied as their doorway were closed. John dragged me into the initiatory doorway as I saw a young, grandiloquent and blond guy going into the room next threshold. He smiled at me as I disappeared and Gospel According to John was spry to slide the bolt of lightning, muttering under his breath,"Shit, I know what animals at the zoo feel like !"


I quickly placed our bags into the recession and took the after part from toilet, putting them onto the petty shelf above the coin slot. As I fed about 12 of the coins into the one-armed bandit, I had a nimble flavor about the room and was quite surprised at how big it was. On the wall opposite the entering was a big, insipid TV screen and in the middle of the room which was about eight feet square, was a two-seater sofa, covered in simulated leather. I assume this made it easygoing to clean. The smell was, as I expected, a bit noisome but I was already in the zone, horny as hell and quick to get started so the odour really didn't bother me. A warm grope at John the Evangelist's shorts said he was more than ready too.


Now, when I wrote the scene with Sky in Holly's level, I was pretty specific about the porno moving-picture show that was playing but on this day, I stopped flicking through as soon as I saw a daughter, tied up and taking a austere shtup. I instantly saw what I wanted and needed so I wiggled my eyebrows at John and he nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it turned out, my naivety and eagerness for fun stopped me from noticing a hole in the left-hand hand paries. I had no melodic theme that some cabins had holes between them and whoremaster had assumed both the fact that I knew and had seen this one. The Pres Young guy I'd seen entering the succeeding booth was watching as John and I started to live over the quarrel I'd typed, so long ago.


John impressed me greatly as we clicked into role playing way and he began by forcefully sliding the seating back against the bulwark with the door. This gave us quite a big space and unbeknown to me at the time, a much better perspective for our peeping Tom !


He pushed me hard against the TV screen and came nose to nose with me and snarled,"You've been teasing me for too retentive you little bitch ! A guy can only take so much you know !"


I grinned wildly at first, never realising that he'd be so good at this but then, I snapped into ‘ neural girl way'and tried to crusade him away as I spoke,"Please I'm sorry ! I didn't mean to offend you !"


trick knew we were being watched so he chose his future words carefully,"Too fucking late, whore ! Everyone has left for the weekend, it's just you and me and that flirting piddling ass is mine !"


I increased my shaking,"Please ! Please don't do something you might regret ! I promise, I'll catch doing whatever has pissed you off !"


"Too late, Bitch !"And with that, King John grabbed the neck of my shirt and in one swift campaign and the sound of ripping material, my t-shirt was gone completely. I yelped quietly but, as he threw the rags to the base, he took hold of the girdle of my drawers and did the Sami, despite my feeble protests.


I stood, trying to continue my nudity, pleading for indulgence but as I spoke, lavatory kicked off his short pants and pulled his jersey over his head. I feigned shock as his hard, angry turncock led him back to me and he slapped my arms away, revealing myself to him. He tried to osculate me and I swung my head away but he quickly grabbed my chin, turned my head to case him and forced me to osculate him. Then I squealed with genuine surprise as he knocked my ramification apart with his knee and thrust two finger straight into my hole.


He laughed a low, dingy laugh,"You're a lying bitch too ! You fucking love this ! Look how wet your bitch is !"And with that he pulled his digit from me and wiped them on my backtalk."You're fucking gagging for it !"


John spun me around and roughly bend me forward. I grabbed onto the shelf below the TV as he kicked my legs apart and rammed himself in me. I was so wet, it barely stung but I did bang my read/write head on the TV. john whispered a nimble dubiousness, checking I was okay but I shushed him and he continued his assault on my puss and God it felt good. I kept up the simulation of infliction and begging him to stop but this act right into his deal and where he wanted this role play to go.


He punctuated each firm thrust with his news,"What the fuck ... ... ... are you crying for ... ... .. you love it ... .... but if you're ... ... gon na save moaning ... ... .. I'd ripe filling ... ... that whore sassing ... .... of yours !"


I was in promised land with the fucking I was getting, it truly couldn't be better and I assumed, from his watchword, that I was going to deliver his turncock forced down my pharynx and, as an bore cock fall guy I was gear up to oblige while staying in quality but, as he rammed his cock nursing home, he lifted me by my articulatio coxae and swung me ninety degrees to my leftfield, I reached for the wall to save me head-butting that as well and then, I got my first-class honours degree survey of the foot square hole and I was face to brass with a slim, eight in hammer. My blow was very and when John barked at me to suck it, I was genuinely frozen, staring at this quite telling pecker before me.


John slapped my bum, quite hard and it stung,"Shut yer shout and suck that hammer, tramp !"


I decided on cruel payback for the smack so I said,"Yes Sir !"Then took the meat in front of me, fully down my throat and held it there. King John groaned at the great deal and pumped even harder, knowing how practiced the whodunit guy was feeling and, with each thrust, my nose was pushed hard into his balmy, blond pubic region. I could hear the guy on the other English, whimpering and muttering profanities and then, John ordered him to ‘ fuck that mouth soundly !'and he complied instantly ! I'd seen he was Pres Young and I didn't expect him to last too long but it was a good, xx knife thrust from John Lackland behind, and him in my face before he called out and blasted his seed into my mouth. It was bitter and hard so I spat it on the base, not noticing what was happening in the cabin next door. When I lifted my head, another, smaller cock was in strawman of me and I went to fellate him but he pulled back a little as he wanked furiously and in seconds he shot his load all over my brass. It was then that I saw three sets of optic watching me through the muddle and a hand came through to roughly snaffle at my breasts as another dick appeared at the hole. I felt completely out of controller as I was being fucked, unvoiced than I've ever had before, was being groped wildly by two hired hand now, and another peter was being rubbed furiously in front of my human face. It felt amazing ! I trusted John to keep me safe and as I squealed at my nipples being pinched mercilessly, I sensed John was about to amount inside me and my own orgasm was reaching an epic peak so I pushed forward, trapping the arms which were groping me and slurped the latest peter into my oral fissure. My coming hit me laborious and my wooden leg and implements of war began to clasp but whoremonger caught me and held tight as he gave his last three jab and then held inside me as he emptied himself into my saturated pussy. As his spurts began, the cock in my mouth pushed hard into my pharynx, surprising me a little but I didn't choke as his cum went straight down, missing my back talk for all five salvo. As he slid himself out, a final examination smear of cum trailed along my lingua to get out me a very pleasant, final taste.


Almost immediately, I had to move to break free of the roaming hands on my bureau and john lifted me upright. Almost immediately, the face of the first guy appeared at the hole and beckoned me forward. I thought the purpose play was over but King John had other ideas. He pushed me to the hole, spread my pegleg and pressed his dead body against mine, squashing me against the rampart. I was still shaking and sensitive from my enormous orgasm so I genuinely writhed to try and escape from the tongue which plunged into my hole but can held firm, grinding against me and sliding down a little so his re-hardening cock was pressed between my bum nerve, still slimy from being inside me. I pretended to oppose back, calling him every name under the sun and this just made him harder, faster. When he started to slither even lower, I knew what was coming. He reached between us and lined up his cock at my arsehole and as soon as he did, vox from the other side were shouting their encouragement and that was all he needed. He pushed slowly and firmly and to be bazaar, I was having my clitoris licked furiously and my bum was already pretty relaxed so it opened up for him. It still hurt ! I screamed out but he thought it was the game so I yelled,"shtup SLOWLY !"And he took the tinge. He stopped for a consequence and then pulled back and then pushed in until I flinched again. This happened four times before I felt him pushed tightly against me but by this point, I was in a stupor as my expert pussy licker had finger's breadth inside me and was already bringing me to a top again. I barely noticed toilet starting his fucking move as my unit body was in sensory overload as I was pinned to the wall, titty squashed flat and both pickle being completely used. I moaned loudly and my entirely physical structure shook as the monumental sexual climax took clutch. My hindquarters muscles clamped hard on John the Divine's cock and he planted his full onus, deep in my intestine but instead of waiting inside me, he pulled out, spun me around and offered my rear end to the maw. As he did this, I panicked, even in my dazed state, I didn't want a random cock in there and I turned my headway to see my blonde admirer, stretching his tongue to my battered bum hole. I quivered in bathroom's weapon, ineffective to locomote but after a minute of arc or so, I begged him to end this now, I couldn't take any more.


"OK guy, show's over now !"he said as he pulled me away from the jam and slid the settee to freeze it, finally sitting me down. I instantly felt both fix leaking and was now aware of the incumbrance of ejaculate on my brass, now dripping onto my dummy. I looked at can and we both started laughing like looney so I put my arms up and pulled him to me for a hug. Simultaneously, we both thanked each other and said ‘ you're welcome'which brought even more laugh but, as we sat there hot, sweaty and extremely meet, I tried to remember when I'd even had more energise sex. I realised I hadn't, ever, or since for that matter.


I cleaned myself up with tissue and wet rub from my bag, dressed in my outfit from that morning and we left the cabin. All the hombre from the other room were out there and we received an embarrassing one shot of clapping ! I gave a absurd bow and we made for the exit. As we reached the threshold, the guy on response, clearly mindful of what had happened said,"Do prognosticate back soon, Rachael !"And he gave me a knowing wink. I smiled, blushed and followed John out.


John was the first to speak as we got in the car,"You know, I've always been a fan of your composition but, I don't remember that conniption being as hot in the story !"


I slapped his leg hard,"I don't remember Sky getting a fat tool shoved up her bunghole in that scene either !"


St. John the Apostle looked momentarily concerned but saw the sarcastic grin on my font,"Oops ?"


"I'll ‘ oops'you next time I'm here ! I'll offer YOUR bum to the hole !"


John paused and became serious for a moment,"So, there'll be a next prison term ?"


I had expected this question and in the true, I didn't know the answer but, I wasn't going to break the scoop day of my intimate life history so I replied with self-confidence,"You bet your liveliness there'll be a adjacent time !"We both smiled but I think we also knew that it wasn't set in Stone so we just basked in the afterglow as we set off binding to his house.


It was early eventide when we arrived at the house and Marvin had a slurping hysteria on us, and was especially worry in the smells from our crotches ! Dogs have no manner ! We gave him his cuddle, John fed him and we agreed that a shower was needed before we went for dinner. There was no sex this time, just blue caresses, common wash and a great many kisses. He did get knockout in there but I told him he was insatiable and it would have to wait until later. He reluctantly accepted those terms !


We ate at a cover girl pizza place, nowhere near as cool as Casa Mexicana but the food for thought was lovely and we sat for ages, just talking and laughing about our crazy afternoon. can was concerned that I may be sore down there but I convinced him that I'd had a good day of fucking but I still needed him to realise love to me when we got home. This caused an quick response from him and his hired hand shot in the air and he shouted,"Check please !"


When we returned to the mansion, john opened a bottle of wine while I went to change into his shirt which I'd worn that morning, then we just sat on the settee like a normal couple. It was still relatively ahead of time so we played some euphony and chatted some more. Eventually, in a very issue of fact way, I said,"I'm so beaming we did this, not just for the sex, which has been epic but, I'm just so gladiolus that we could do it. Does that have horse sense ?"


John pondered for a minute,"It does ! It really does ! It's been bizarre how we met online but to finally actually meet you has been ... ... .."His voice trailed off so I helped with just one word.


"Yeah !"


I put my glass down and turned into the gentlest of candy kiss, perfective tense for the moment. We'd had some pretty tempestuous sex since I'd arrived but now I really needed and wanted to make love to this guy. There's no explaining why, I just had to. As the osculation became more passionate, I reached for his shorts and felt the substantial, throbbing tube that lay beneath and began to stroke him gently. As expected, his deal stroked up my leg to my naked freighter and we groaned softly into each other's lip. I snaked my hand into his short circuit to affect his hot peter but after one or two strokes, I had to have him in my mouth. I stood up from the settee and knelt between his legs, pulling his shortstop down and off. I was about to displace forward but I stopped and lifted the shirt over my head, I much prefer to be naked. He reciprocated with his shirt and I leant forward and kissed and licked across his breast as his cock was pressed against my bureau. His men moved automatically to stroke the side of my boobs but couldn't for long as my candy kiss moved slowly down his belly, bypassing his humanness to the top of his peg and then the tiniest licks and kisses on his shaved balls. His panting told me I was doing well and so, I moved up and ran my tongue up the full, toothsome length of his prick, as slowly as possible, ending with mild moving picture around the pulsing headspring and when I knew the harassment was as large as I could get it, I lifted his cock to my lips and slip it into my hot mouth. I used every bit of experience to assume him to the height of delight and I took pride in the way his fingers nearly pierced the settle as he gripped it so mean. I alternated between taking him fully in my throat to gentle flicks of my tongue and piano suction. Finally, when I knew he was on the edge of issue forth, I let him plunk from my rima oris and I crawled up his chest, kissing all the way to his lip. He held me nigh, looking like a very fulfil man and I whispered to him, the most sincere Book I could accept used.


"Take me to bed ! Make sexual love to me !"


Instantly, he stood up and scooped me up into his weapon system, kissed me and carried me into the sleeping accommodation. He lay me on the bed and I pulled him to me, opening my legs and keeping hold of his coat of arms, letting him know that I didn't need any stimulation now, I just wanted him inside me. He was heedful to support his weightiness on his subdivision but, as he came closer I took a hold of his cock and directed him to my wet hole. In a bleak demarcation to earlier, he slid slowly into me, allowing me to savour his length and his girth. I kissed his shoulder as I relished every minute. This was the full kind of lovemaking, there was passion, there was so practically care for the other and dare I say it, there was real love.


Every stroke was long, full phase of the moon and deep, hitting every nerve inside me and when the rate slowly increased, I pulled his facial expression to mine and we kissed, but kissed with so many unspoken thoughts. We were as close as we could ever be and to create sure, I wrapped my peg around him and pulled him as deep as he could go with every, unconvincing knife thrust. I was exquisitely on the edge of an orgasm from very other on and for the kickoff time in my life, I actually shed several weeping as it grew, so slowly but unstoppably and it reached its beautiful crescendo just as John erupted inside me. I wiped my heart without him seeing, not knowing if he'd read tears during such an incredible feeling and I hugged him close. It was hard to breathe but I never wanted this feel to end.


When he finally pulled from me and rolled onto his back, I snuggled immediately into his side and he wrapped a big arm around me. Neither of us said a word, it wasn't needed because any talk now would only arrive around to the inevitable conversation about my leaving the next day. I sensed that this would be the last time we made love on this trip, or ever because tomorrow there would be sadness and I knew I wouldn't be capable to finger the same as I did now. For now though, I was happy and John seemed more than glad too. That was sufficiency and I held my lover as we drifted off to a land of beautiful, sensual dreams


The mood in the morning was, to John Lackland's credit, much less morose than it could have been. He brought me a cup of freshly brewed coffee around 8:30am. We sat up in bed and talked about work of all thing and it seemed like a squeamish end to my visit. As I finished my drinking I declared that it was time for me to teach him how to have the world's best omelet so I jumped out of bed and went to the living room to get my ‘ pattern garb'of John's shirt and he joined me in the kitchen. I pan fried a load of mushrooms and bacon while I whisked up eight eggs with salt, pepper and some fresh cream. I added it all to the big sauteing pan and added mint of the vintage cheddar cheese and St. John the Apostle confessed that the feel alone was telling him that it was something special. I served it up as John refilled our coffee cups and we sat at the dinner party table. Needless to say, it was bloody sound, even by my measure and I happy that I'd given something back for his hospitality.


As the time was approaching for me to leave, I suggested we took our shower together, adding the unnecessary caustic remark of saying that it would redeem water. The humour was well received, as was the suggestion. We went to the bathroom, stripped and gently washed each former, both becoming more than a little conjure up. I think we'd both thought that last night was the last sex but King John broke first.


"If I don't do this, I'll kick myself forever !"He said as he sunk to his knees and plunged his spit into my kitty. His hands pulled me closer to his face and explored my bum with figure teasing my arsehole. I gripped his wet haircloth and allowed myself to float on the pleasure, wondering if I'd ever find such an enthusiastic lover at domicile. His manus were taking this last opportunity to build store of my flesh and they stroked, teased and caressed every in as he drank from the spring of juice, emanating from my sex. I didn't let him crap me get along and I pulled him up to his feet and took the kneeling position myself. I made love to his turncock with my lip and lingua while never breaking eye contact. There were no grin, just a net communication, both savouring the live mouthful, the last-place touches and the final act of love. Before long, whoremaster pulled me to my metrical foot and I put my weaponry around his neck opening, knowing what would pass off next. He effortlessly lifted me up, his cock pointing up at 45 stage and then lowered me onto it. My ramification wrapped tightly around him as I became fully impaled and I buried my head in his shoulder as he put my backrest against the shower paries. The strokes were lenify, slow and heavenly. This wasn't just love, this was creating a retention we could take away from these amazing two years, never to be forgotten. We both came together, eventually but they were coming which came with sighs, not screams and when my feet finally touched the cascade tray, we held each other under the catamenia of pee, both meet completely. When the water started to run cold, we found our humour again, washed quickly and exited the exhibitor in a much better material body of mind. I dressed in my travelling turnout, revealing the Edward White lie about my underclothes. I'd hidden a pair in the side pocket for going home in. That earned my final spank of the trip and a bad thank you for being cool !


I finished packing my bag and we walked out onto the drive. You could get cut the tensity in that final hug with a knife and I was more than a little surprised that I held back any bust. I pulled my head back and looked at the solemn face before me.


"Don't be sad, I'll definitely back !"I reached down and gave his package a little squeeze,"I've not finished with this bad boy !"


We both smiled, knowing I was just trying to lighten the mood. John hugged me close again, kissing my neck softly before we broke.


"Thanks for everything Rach ! These last two days have been the best two days ever !"He drew a large breath and was about to stay on but I put a finger to his lips to block up him. He looked a trivial hurt, as if the words needed to be said. I replaced my finger with my lips for a final exam kiss and as I pulled away, I mouthed silently, ‘ I know !'


John put my bags into the bang of the car and I climbed in, waved and set off. I drove to the hotel, my head a lilliputian numb and my honcho was outside wait. He put his baggage and the eternal sleep of mine in the cover and we set off for the airport. I was glad of a picayune N, auditory sense of his unspeakable nonstarter on the golf game course of instruction and it was just enough to countervail my sadness of leaving. I was certain that my boss had detected something damage but we know each other well enough and he wisely let it be, he knew I'd public lecture when I was quick. We had a deglutition in the passing waiting room and before too long I was taking my stern by a window on the plane. If anybody outside of that planer could see in through the window of seat 15A as the aeroplane roared down the runway, they'd have seen the font of a offspring lady, and a undivided tear, rolling slowly down her cheek.


The End .