Sex Tourism – for Jon
I’m bemused with the mainstream idea that women don’t like porn. I love it. I browse all the most hardcore sites and use one in particular, xhamster which is easy to use, a gateway for talking to like-minded people, and a place where you can download your favourite videos.
I started chatting with a guy called Jon. I live in the north-west, he lived down south. I thought I was pretty safe from ‘having’ to meet up with him, the distance being a good excuse.
But unexpectedly we hit it off. We talked on-site, and then we started Skyping which I’d never done with anyone before. We masturbated for each other – another first for me. As we got more cybernetically involved the idea of me travelling south to meet up with him was suggested. It wasn’t exactly against my better judgements, I just didn’t seem to have better judgements when it came to him. He was sexy, attractive, easy to talk with, and had a great sense of humour.
I agreed to it. Before I could change my mind I bought my train tickets and booked the hotel.
The time came round scarily fast for an inexperienced girl who was all but a virgin. I travelled the five hours down there by train on the Monday and booked into the hotel. I texted to tell him I was there, had a shower, put on the hotel dressing gown – and there was a knock at the door!
I opened the door and there was Jon. To relieve any initial awkwardness I wound my arms round him and kissed him deeply. He responded with passion. His hnads found their way inside the dressing gown where my nipples were already hard. He pinched them, hard. I’d told him how relatively hardcore my fantasies were and now he went for that, pinching and twisting and pulling them. It was an amazing turn-on.
He tore the dressing gown off me, leaving me naked and vulnerable, my nipples stiff. He pushed me so I fell backwards onto the bed. “Open your legs,” he said as he stripped his clothes quickly off. I spread my legs and showed him the freshly-shaved cunt he’d asked for. I was here. Whatever doubts I’d had it was too late to back out now.
He dragged me into the middle of the large bed, throwing the bedding onto the floor. “Put your hands overhead,” he said. When I did he started slapping my tits. I’d asked him to online, but this was so much more ferocious than I’d expected. And yet I stood it – every slap made my nipples sting and it was so arousing.
He slapped my tits, pulled my nipples hard, slapped them again. I could feel my naked pussy getting wet. “Jon – ” I said, and he slapped me extra hard.
“Turn over,” he said.
I felt a chill run through me, and an equal quiver of expectation. I turned onto my knees and elbows, jutting my pussy up towards him. With no lubrication he pushed his hard hot cock all the way into my wet cunt, punching a gasp from me. His hands gripped my hips and he started fucking me, hard and brutal. I was fighting not to come too soon. He slapped my arse cheeks hard.
“You told me what you wanted,” I heard him say.
His cock pulled out of my cunt. There was a moment’s pause and then I felt the head of his cock pushing against my tight arse.
“I can’t – ” I gasped, trying to move away from the pain that had already started.
“It’s what you asked for,” he panted. He pressed his cock harder and it was stiff enough to break through my tight sphincter and into my arse.
I cried out in a mixture of pain and ecstacy – Christ that felt so good!! He started ramming, working his cock deeper and deeper into me, deeper than anyone had gone before. It was the most amazing feeling. He hooked a hand round and started playing with my swollen clit. I felt helpless, clamped down by desire and sexual intensity.
” – Jon – ” I heard myself gasp. I couldn’t move. All I could think of was his cock moving in and out of my sore tight arse. It was better than I could ever have imagined.
He picked up the pace and the force. I could hear him grunting behind me. I could tell he was close to coming and that spurred me on to my own enormous orgasm, my back bucking, the muscles in my cunt and arse tightening.
He snatched his cock out and threw me round. I glimpsed his wet cock and took it eagerly into my mouth, sucking and sucking while the orgasm still cramped me. He came in my mouth, jetting into my throat.
When he’d done he stepped back.
“More tomorrow,” he said, “that was just for starters….”