I close my eyes tightly and I know my teeth are bared. It’s always like this when I masturbate. I like to keep it going for as long as I can, but I can feel I’m going to cum soon. I’m lying on the bed in my hotel room, my legs wide apart, sliding my fingers up and down my soaking sex, pushing my hips up, teasing myself with a quick rub of my clit. I still feel a little ashamed doing this, which is part of the reason it turns me on so much.
Now my breathing is ragged and I speed things up. I squeeze my breast, pinching the nipple; sharp fingernails in the soft flesh. I like the pain. It makes me feel bad. I’m close now. I know what I have to do to bring myself off and it’s always the same: I think about a guy. Any guy will do; maybe someone I know, someone I’ve seen, 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 it. I tell him I don’t think I can take it, that I’ll be too tight, but he sticks it in me anyway and really gives it to me, hard and deep. Sometimes it’s rear entry. That can make it more arousing; make it more impersonal. Like some total stranger fucking me at a wild party.
I’m thinking about one of the hotel gym personal trainers. I saw him yesterday by the pool. I’m sure he noticed me, but he didn’t say anything. Maybe he’s not allowed. I was too shy to speak to him, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He was really built. His muscles rippled as he moved. I watched him work out and was shocked to discover that I was soaking wet. I went back to my room to masturbate. I imagined he’d dragged me back there and had screwed me. I had a really quick, hard orgasm. Fuck, it felt good.
As my fingers rub faster, I think 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 it in. It hurts, but by that time I’m so wet I can take his full length. He grabs my breasts and has me grinding against him to get more. He slaps my ass, 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 it in from behind. He’s in real deep. I push my ass back to get more. I tighten myself so he grunts with pleasure, my breasts swaying as he slams into me.
That’s it. I can’t stop it now and I cum with such force it almost lifts me off the bed. I lie there panting, thinking about him, imagining him holding me and caressing me after he’s taken me; after he’s fucked me.
I have a quick shower and wash my hair to freshen myself up. I look at my body in the full length mirror as I put my bikini 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 bikini 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 lounger 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 his cock. I can see he’s starting to sweat. I can’t imagine what he’d think if he knew what I’d been doing. How hard and fast I’d imagined him screwing me. The filthy words I’d used as I climaxed, imagining his cock deep inside me, telling him to be rough with me, telling him that he was the biggest I’d ever had and I loved every thick, rock hard inch of it.
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 bikini 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 humiliated and 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. Drag my fingernails down his back as he penetrated me. Grab that firm, muscular ass. Savour that first brutal, deep thrust. Whisper the filthiest things to him. Watch his face as he felt how tight I was. Adjust my position to get it deeper. Raise my knees up to my breasts. Telling him that he doesn’t need to be gentle; telling him that I don’t like gentle.
My breasts ache now, and they need attention. I must be crazy. I tug my bikini top down so my breasts and nipples are fully exposed. 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 totally exciting.
I gently run a hand over my breast. The nipple is painfully stiff. How I’d love him to take it in his mouth and suck hard. Or perhaps he’d prefer to bite it. I gasp as I think about how that would feel. I massage my breasts until I can stand it no longer. I pull my bikini briefs to the side and open myself up. I’m soaking wet. I rub myself harder now, my fingers slick with my juice. Can he hear the noise this is making?
Just as I slip out of my briefs, he turns to face me, working hard on more push-ups. 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 this. I’m virtually naked and 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 hard fucking.
Now he’s looking at my shaved, wet crotch 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 ass. That would feel so good. So good and forbidden. The idea of double penetration makes me shudder and I’d love to do it one day.
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 vicious pinch and cum hard, my pussy jerking and thrusting like the most blatant of invitations. The juice is dripping out of me. I feel so wicked. I feel like a whore. I feel so fucking good.
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 hear me panting. I pull up my bikini 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 has turned up.
I sit down on the edge of the pool. I can see his cock is hard now. It’s just as big as I hoped it would be; maybe bigger. His thighs are heavily muscled and he has a well-defined six-pack. I’ve dreamt about a guy like this doing it to 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, kissing my shaved 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 turnon. 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 grip on my thighs is so firm that it’s starting to hurt me, but I like it. I push my pussy towards his face. I want to show him that I want this, 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 juice. Then he really starts work on my clit, licking and sucking. I feel my stomach muscles flutter. Am I going to cum again?
I bare my teeth at him, 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 pregnant and milked 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. I’ve never seen them so big and stiff. He can read my mind. He pinches them. Oh my God I love the pain.
I take his cock in my hand and start wanking him off. I get both hands around it and rub it and 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 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. Maybe some girls, too.
I fantasise about a really sexy girl behind me, her breasts pushed against my back, 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 girl. I can feel her long hair fall over my shoulders. I can hear her 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 wide, opening 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 juice off them. I grab his cock once more, placing his swollen glans at the entrance to my soaking sex and he smiles. For a second, I think he’s going to prolong the agony. I think he’s going to tease me just a little while longer. But then I squeal with pleasure as he rams it 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 ass and he pulls me towards him. I raise my legs up to get some more length and soon he’s hammering into me, giving me what I need with the speed I crave. He’s so, so big. The stretching sensation is heavenly. I look down to see my breasts jiggle with each powerful stroke, my nipples stiff again. I try to grab his cock each time he pulls out; I want to touch it 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 turns me over. I can feel his fingers open me up and then he pushes into me from behind, his cock solid and stiff. I tell him to stick it in me hard. I goad him. 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 on my breasts again, clawing them, hurting them. I tighten myself once more and I can hear him start to moan.
Each vicious thrust is deep, frenzied and relentless. He slaps my ass 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 again but I can feel my orgasm coming. Just as I’m peaking, he fingers me, shoots deep inside me and then it’s all over for both of us. I gently touch his ass to let him know that I want him to stay inside me. I want every drop of him. I want to smell him. I want to feel like we’re one. And then I want to get him up to my room.
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