1 Oct 2019

I close my eyes tightly and mouth is wide open as I breath heavily. It’s always like this when I masturbate myself. I like to keep the edging going for as long as I can, but I know I’m going to need to cum soon. I’m laid on the bed in my hotel room, my legs thrust wide apart, sliding my fingers up and down my needy pussy, pushing my hips up, teasing myself with circular rubbing of my clit. I still feel a little cheeky doing this, which is also, surprisingly the reason it turns me on so much.

Now my breathing is more panting and I speed things up. I squeeze my breast, pinching my nipples; pressing my fingernails in my soft breast flesh. I like a little pain. It makes me feel quite bad. I’m close now, my euphoric release of an orgasm is on the way. I know what I have to do to bring myself off and it’s always the same: I think about a guy. Any sexy guy will do; maybe someone I know, someone I’ve seen, someone I've slept with, or just someone straight out of my imagination.

But he has to have a big cock. That’s always part of the fantasy. It has to be so big that I know it’ll hurt me. I imagine him spreading my legs. I gasp when I see the size of him. I tell him I don’t think I can take him, that I’ll be too tight, but he works me, moistens me up and then mercilessly drives himself into me anyway and really gives it to me, hard and deep. Sometimes it’s a rear entry. That can make it more arousing; make it more impersonal. Like some total stranger fucking me at a wild party.

At the moment, I've taken to thinking about one of the hotel gym personal trainers. I saw him yesterday. I’m not sure he noticed me, he didn’t say anything. Maybe he’s not allowed. I was too shy to speak to him anyway, but truthfully I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He was really hunky. His muscles rippled as he moved. I watched him work out and was shocked to discover that I was actually soaking wet. I went back to my room to rub of some steam. I imagined he’d dragged me back there,spread me wide and screwed me. Right then I had a really quick, hard orgasm. Fuck, it felt good.

But I was not done with him. I kept my fingers rubbing, I am thinking of him grabbing me, stripping me. He takes his clothes off and he’s hard and huge. He’s rough with me and doesn’t waste time with foreplay. He just sticks his cock in. His big cock even hurts a little, but by that time I’m so wet I can take his full girth. He grabs my breasts and has me grinding against him to get more. He slaps my arse, he pulls my hair and all the while he’s pounding into me, giving me what I so badly need, the sweat streaming off both of us. Then he flips me over and sticks himself in from behind. He’s in real deep. I push my arse back to get more. I tighten myself, causing him to grunt with pleasure, my breasts swaying as he slams into me.

That’s it. I can’t stop my next orgasm now and I cum with such force it almost lifts me off the bed. I lay there panting, thinking about him, imagining him holding me and caressing me after he’s fucked me; after he’s well and truly fucked me.

Later I have a warm shower and wash my hair to freshen myself up. I look at my body in the full length mirror as I put my cossie on. I know I’ve got the sort of body that men want. Wide hips and big breasts. I’m completely shaved and my lips poke out a little. I know men like to see that. I know that this cossie makes my breasts look sexy and that’s why I’m wearing it. I leave the room and head down to the pool.

He’s there, as I hoped he would be. I take my drink over to a lounge and watch him. He’s oblivious to me, just as he was yesterday. I steal sly glances as he does crunches and press-ups. It’s like he’s displaying his body to me, making me want to devour him. I can see he’s starting to sweat. I can’t imagine what he’d think if he knew I had masturbated to the vision of him. How hard and fast I’d imagined him screwing me. The filthy words I’d used as I climaxed, lusting his cock deep inside me, telling him to be rough with me, telling him that he had the biggest cock I’d ever had and I loved every thick, rock hard inch of him.

And then I look down. I wasn’t even aware I was doing it. With the middle finger of my right hand, I’m slowly and gently tracing a line up and down my vaginal lips, sometimes pushing against the cossie fabric to get an extra bit of stimulation. I feel myself blushing. It’s as if I’m masturbating in public. No – there’s no ‘as if’ about it. I am masturbating in public. But I don’t want to stop. I feel a bit humiliated, but really excited at the same time. I take a look around to see if there’s anyone else here, but, like yesterday, it’s just me and him.

I watch his back muscles flex as I continue to pleasure myself. I can feel my nipples hardening and my breasts beginning to swell. How I’d love to get my hands on that fit, muscular body. To drag my fingernails down his back as he penetrates me. Grab that firm, muscular arse. I would savour his first brutal, pussy stretching, deep thrust. I would whisper the filthiest things into his ear as he rode me. Watch his face as he felt how tight I was. I would ride him back adjusting my position to get him deeper. Raise my knees up to my breasts. Telling him that he doesn’t need to be gentle; telling him that I don’t need gentle.

My breasts ache now, and they need attention. I must be crazy. I rub across the material of my cossie top down so my nipples are up. There’s still no one around, but right now I don’t care whether there is or not. In fact, a part of me wants it. The idea of total strangers watching me caress myself is suddenly totally exciting.

I gently run a hand over my cossie material. The nipple is quite stiff. How I’d love him to take it in his mouth and suck. Or perhaps he’d prefer to bite me. I imagine how that would feel. I massage my breasts until I can stand it no longer. I slip a hand into my cossie briefs pushing the gusset to the side and open myself up. I’m soaking wet. I rub myself harder now, my fingers slick with my sticky juice. Can he hear the noise this is making?

My hand is under my gusset, he turns to face me, working hard on more push-ups. But now he’s looking straight at me, but isn’t reacting. Does this sort of thing happen all the time here or is he the coolest guy on the planet? I can’t stop myself now. With one hand I work my breasts and use the other to finger-fuck myself. I can hardly believe I am doing this. I’m fingering myself in front of a stranger. I smile at him. There can be no doubt in his mind. I’m sending him a blatant invitation. I’m telling him that I’m ready for some attention.

Now he’s looking at my moving fingers and, wet gusset as I work myself off. I feel so powerful and sexy. I start fantasising about taking lots of guys like him, one after another. Taking one guy in my mouth while another does me from behind. Maybe another guy taking me in the arse. That would feel so good. So good, so forbidden. Double penetration makes me shudder in lust. I love to do it.

I use my thumb against my clit, which is very swollen. I rub fast. I’m almost there. I dig my fingernails into my breast, give my nipple a little pinch and cum hard, my pussy jerking and thrusting in the most blatant of invitations. The juice is dripping out of me. I feel so wet and wicked. I feel so deliciously dirty. I feel so fucking hot.

He stands up and removes his track bottoms. For a moment, I think he’s coming over to me, but he heads for the pool. Perhaps he needs to cool off in more ways than one. He turns to look at me and smiles. He knows exactly what has happened. He can see me panting. I straighten my cossie top, but don’t bother about the briefs. The idea of walking towards him with my swollen pussy on display is intoxicating. I look around to see if anyone else is about.

I move and sit down on the edge of the pool. I can see his cock is exposed in his wet cossie. It’s just as big as I hoped it would be; maybe even bigger. His thighs are heavily muscled and he has a well-defined six-pack. I’ve dreamt about a guy like this doing me, but now it’s about to happen I feel a little nervous. Will I be good enough? Will I be able to satisfy him? Will he think my boobs are big enough? My pussy tight enough? Seeing that big cock sticking out like that is making me feel faint. Then he grabs my thighs and opens my legs wide.

He looks up and me, smiles briefly and then his mouth is on me, he peels open my gusset and kisses my excited mound. Tiny, gentle kisses. I wasn’t expecting this. I thought it would be quick and rough, but somehow this is even more of a turn on. He runs his tongue down my lips, then sucks and nibbles each of them in turn. I’m already wide open from masturbating and once again I can feel the juice dribbling out of me.

Then it gets more intense. His hold on my thighs is so firm that it’s starting to hurt me, but I like it. I push my pussy into his face. I want to show him that I want him, that I’m ready for anything he wants to do to me. His tongue darts in and out, faster and faster. I see him lick his lips, savouring the taste of my sexual fluids. Then he really starts work on my clit, licking and sucking. I feel my stomach muscles flutter. Am I going to cum again?

I am willing him to keep on with whatever he’s going to do. That I’m ready for it. Just as the ache in my breasts is starting to get unbearable, both of his hands are on them, squeezing hard, pinching the nipples, tugging them as if he’s milking me. I grind my hips against his mouth, letting him know I want more of his tongue, and when he’s finished with that I want his cock. The idea of actually being pounded by him pops into my mind. I gasp out loud at this and it makes him look up.

I think he knows I’m ready now. He gives my clit one last, long exquisite lick and stands up in front of me, his hard staff twitching and his strong hands still kneading my breasts. I look down at my nipples. He can read my mind. He pinches my nipples, Oh my God I love the pain.

I take his cock in my hand and start wanking him. I get both hands around him and rub his cock, I dig my fingernails in. He moans. He likes this. He’s so big. He’s so hard. I can’t wait to feel what that monster is like, buried inside me.

Then I take him in my mouth and start to rub myself, all the while secretly hoping that someone will walk by and watch us. As I suck and lick his rigid erection, I imagine that I’m in a porn film, all of the crew watching me suck him while I frig myself. I think the film would have more than one guy in it.

I fantasise about a second really sexy man behind me, his cock pushed against my arse, kissing my neck, pinching my nipples, and all the while I’m taking a cock deep into my mouth, sucking it and teasing it with my tongue. I can almost feel the second man. I can feel his chest over my shoulders. I can hear his moans of pleasure.

This is all too much for me. I have to have it now. I take his cock out of my mouth and give it a last hard squeeze with both hands. I open my legs to him, wide. I open my lips up with my fingers, offering myself to him. He rubs my belly with one hand and with the other, he easily slides three fingers into me, moving in and out, right up to the knuckle. I push down onto his fingers and tighten myself, giving him a hint of what I’ll be doing to his cock. As his strong fingers push in and out of me, he grazes my clit with his thumb. I grunt and jerk upwards with the sensation and he smiles.

His fingers slide out of me and he licks my tasty juice off them. I grab his cock once more, dragging his swollen glans to the entrance to my soaking sex and he smiles. For a second, I think he’s going to prolong my agony. I think he’s going to tease me just a little while longer. But then I squeal with pleasure as he thrusts, he rams that beautiful cock into me, all the way up to the hilt. It’s almost too much for me. It’s too big. I moan loudly and hold him tightly, my arms around those big, muscular shoulders, telling him with my clenching pussy what I want him to do.

Then his hands move from my breasts to my arse and he pulls me towards him. I raise my legs up to get even more length, more depth and soon he’s hammering into me, giving me everything I need with the speed I crave. He's so big. The stretching sensation within my cunt is heavenly. I look down to see my breasts jiggle with each powerful stroke, my nipples ache. I try to have my fingers graze his thick cock each time he pulls out; I want to touch his cock while he’s screwing me.

My fingers wander down to my clit. I want to give myself a rub, but he takes my hand away and replaces it with his own, rubbing my clit through the hood, driving me wild. Just the touch of his fingers is bringing me very close and he knows it.

Then he pulls out and flips me over. I can feel his fingers open me up again and then he pushes that cock into me from behind, his cock so solid and stiff. I urge him to stick me, hard. I goad him on. I tell him he’s not giving it to me rough enough, fast enough. I know this is driving him crazy from the way he’s doing me: those strong hands maul my breasts again, clawing them, hurting them. I tighten myself once more and I can hear him start to moan.

Each of his vicious thrusts is deep, frenzied and relentless. He slaps my arse and I squeal with delight. It’s my fantasy come true. Hard, merciless rear entry in public with a guy I barely know. I’m thinking of frigging myself, but then I can feel my orgasm coming. Just as I’m peaking in a magnificent orgasm, he fingers my button, his cock swells and I feel his pulsing heavy ribbons of molten cum, pumping deep inside me, and then it’s all over for both of us. I gently touch his arse to let him know that I want him to stay on top of me, stay inside me. I want every drop of him. I never want the sex to end. I want to smell him. I want to feel like we’re one.

And now I want to get him up to my room…