The following records / accounts the first of my three one night stands
It was that week between Christmas and new year, 2019, you know the week, it’s the time when you are getting bored of being around family and close friends, constantly. I had been single for 3 months, following the breakup of my longest ever boy-girl relationship. We had even lived together. I was current living with my younger sister, (I still do when she isn’t at her boyfriends), and, basically, I was horny, desperate, even, for a good hard fuck.
I am a confident girl; you can see this by viewing my nude and my very rude photos on a certain site. I am a bi sexual girl, (pansexual might fit better now that I know what it means), and I had joined a swinging website in the UK. It was Fab. I am a petite girl, five foot, two inches tall, UK size 8 and 32b tits, a girl next door type; I have been described as having a body like Kylie Minogue and my face, well, people have said, (that’s more than one person), that I look like a young Davina McCall. Sorry you north and south Americans, you probably won’t know either but you could Goggle search, if necessary. Basically, I am little and pretty, if you don’t want to interrupt anything.
Anyway, I was on this fabulous swinging website looking for something different, something new. I wanted to meet a big, tall, muscular guy and one with a big long, girthy, dick. And I mean big. At this time, I was fascinated by them; how they would feel, how hot and hard they would feel in my little hands, (this really got me going!), and, ultimately, how much they would stretch my pussy. I had only ever been with average guys until then and, most definitely, I learnt the hard way, that ultimately nothing is wrong with average.
So I had gotten talking to a guy who seemed genuinely nice. A guy from Nottingham. He was huge; muscles, tall, six foot five, black and he had a ten inch cock, (I had seen the measure; it was a measure against a tape measure, not a tv remote). I had to have this cock, mainly, as I just wanted to feel it. Yes, really, up until the meet, I had actually only ever thought about just wanking it. Silly me.
We arranged to meet up during the Christmas week, in Nottingham, whilst I was staying with my older sister’s family, for that week, in a town very close to Nottingham. I had been crafty and arranged for my sisters, (I have two), to go out in Nottingham for a few drinks and I would bump into my big flame and we would go from there; at the time my younger sister didn’t know anything about by sexual orientation. He had even booked a Premier Inn in Arnold for us. Yes, a strange name for a town, indeed.
So plan in place. I got ready for my quiet night out with my sisters and the first hurdle was explaining why I was so dress up; a little tight black dress, ankle boots and a coat. I normally wear jeans and jumpers, I played the lonely card; I said I wanted to look good and feel sexy as I was single, unlike both of them. I did look hot and the fact I had no bra on, well, my nipples were, “obvious”. My younger sister did actual comment on them, “there’s looking nice, Claire, and looking obvious”. My response, “well, I will get served quickly at the bar!”
So we got to Nottingham, the weather was mild, light rain, and we ended up in a town centre Witherspoon off a square, classy, and we were having a nice chatty night, with no men, no parent and no children in tow, (my eldest sister has three and they were young then). The pub was bright, clean, lots of raised seating areas and steps, the clientele, sparse, but the booze was cheap. My flame texted me for my location and said he would be there soon. Yes, that dick soon.
I slipped to the toilet and, well, my thong got removed and gave me nipples a quick tweak. I wanted him to realise I was ready and willing and it would be fun to see how long it would take for him to realise I was totally naked under my dress. An added surprise was that I had shaved my pussy bare. He had said he liked a bald pussy, so a girls got to try and impress and all; I usually have a little runway above my pussy as being totally shaved means more maintenance. Shaved is for the summer, for bikinis and bathing.
The plan was to pretend we didn’t know each other and to bump into each other at the bar, which in reality was true as a few chats and a cam was all we had in the, “get to know you”, department. I was sat with my sisters when I seen him push in through the door. Wow, he was tall and broad. I told my sisters I was going the bar for some tap water. I am so innocent and cute, like that!
I did my best to look sexy as I walked over to where he was stood trying to get served at the bar. I could feel the moistness between my legs already as I walked. He watched me walk all the way over, he was dressed all in black, jeans, shirt and coat. I walked up to him and stood next to him at the bar. “Hi”, I said. I could feel eyes on me, all around me, I can do sexy; my little tight black dress which came down to my mid thigh, plus I have hips and a big bum for my size, that with my Doc Martin ankle boots, well, I was a-bit out of place for winters night in Nottingham…and outside the student calendar.
“Well hello, Claire”, he replied looking down at me. God he was sexy. “You are little, aren’t you. Sexy as too”, as he looked me up and down, “Would you like a drink”, he went to hug me and I put my hand out to shake. “Ah, your sisters”, he remembered. We shook hands. Pretence is funny and I laughed. He did too.
“I will have a beer, please, James”, I replied, I should have put my heels on, I had to look up, literally, up. His hands were massive, I felt so little; his size was intimidating not just to me but to most people in that pub that night. He got served quickly and we moved, him guiding me, with a slight hand in my back, to a standing table near the bar. He guided me into the corner between the table and a raised floor area and, again, looked me up and down. I could feel my nipples pushing against the fabric of my dress and he had obviously noticed. “Wow, he said, “god, Claire, you looking very sexy and those nipples, can’t you control them”. He laughed.
I cocked my head at him and smirked. “Thank you. You look good yourself and I cannot control my nipples”, I replied, “then again, I have been thinking about meeting you all day”.
We made small talk, about the weather, Christmas, my sisters, all the while we edged closer to each other, hand arm touching, laughing, all until his hand ended up resting on my hip. He leaned in to me, “Claire, you have no knickers on”, and his hand moved down from my hip and over my bum. I felt my nipples were going to burst through my dress as I whispered, “I did wonder how long it would take you to notice”, as his hand lingers on my bum. God, I was getting so turned on, “I think, I need to make my excuses with my sisters, James, my pussy is so wet it will be leaking down my legs soon”.
“Oh, you really are a horny little bitch”, said James, as his hand traced up the zipper to my dress and down to my bum, again, “I so what to see you out of this dress”. He moved in closer to me and, for the first time, I felt his cock against my side. I turned into him and pressed myself into him, just so I could feel more of his hardness against me, against my belly. There was a lot to feel. “You so need my cock don’t you, Claire, you want it so badly, you not even hiding it now!”, he exclaimed, as his other hand had found its way to my bum and he lifted me slighting, pulling me into him, against his big hard cock. He was right, obviously right, though, as I wouldn’t have been there if I didn’t want it. I smiled up at him, as I pulled and quickly squeezed his balls as I walked away from him. Bitch, hey!
I stopped, turned round, smirked at him and said, “I will go and make my excuses with my sisters, you book us a taxi”. I walked back over to my sisters chatted and I grabbed my coat; yes, I had to defend and debate the rights and wrongs of my actions but I am a grown up and can make my own decisions; i think they both realised it wasn’t a chance meeting and they remind me to be careful… Sisters x
I put my coat on, a black zip leather jacket, met James by the entrance doors and we walked down some steps and out into the night. It was cold, dark but I felt alive. We walk down the side of the pub, where James said the taxi will pick us up. We stood close to each other, under a street light and wait. There aren’t many people around.
“Can I touch you. Claire”, he asked. I smiled and nodded . He moved in to me, “I mean touch you?”. I nodded, again, and he leaned down to me and we shared a French kiss. He pulled back, unzipped my coat and ran his hands over my tits, groping them and feeling the press of my nipples against the fabric of my dress. He than reached down and pulled the front of my dress up. It was my turn to lean into him as his fingers found my pussy, my outer lips and my wetness, whilst one of my hands found his hard cock through his jeans; I found it and kept discovering the size of it. God, it was huge. We kissed, again, as his fingers explored the folds of my labia and I stroked the length of his cock. “You’re so wet”, he murmured into my mouth, as he pushed a finger up into me.
I was struggling to stand as he fingered me, I opened my stance more to give him better access to my sex and leaned my upper body further in to him, “God, your pussy is so smooth and so tight, Claire, your going to struggle to take my cock”, he said.
“I am sure it will be fun trying”, I responded, I wasn’t panicking, at this point. Eventually, the black cab taxi arrived and we entwined ourselves from each other. We both sat in the back and after exchanging pleasantries with the driver, our journey began.
We were sat next to each other in the back of the cab and he pulled me close and his hand exploration began again. His hand was on my thigh and I twisted sideways in my seat, away from him, and opened my legs slightly, to give him what he wanted and the motion rode my dress up too. I wanted it too. His hand moved down and up my inner thigh pushing my legs further apart. My pussy was exposed, I could feel the cold night air on my wetness and it felt amazing. His thumb, I think, quickly exposed my clit and he began to work on it. I stifled a gasp but only temporarily as he then proceeded to push two fingers deep into my pussy. I moaned which only encouraged James to finger me harder. His left hand had found its way into my coat and his fingers were busy squeezing and caressing my tit and nipple, respectively.
The motion and my animal need, made me sink further into the seat, forcing my dress to ride right up and I opened my legs properly. James took the opportunity to pull my dress up further so he had a totally unobstructed access and view of my finger squelching bald pussy.
The driver just had to look in the mirror and he would see everything, Christ, he could probably hear and smell my sex and, with all honestly, I didn’t care as was lost in the moment and the orgasm that was brewing. I came quickly. I eventually gathered myself, my composure and my decency and even delighted James further by licking his fingers clean of my juice. “You are a delightful little thing, Claire, I bet the driver thinks so too”, he whispered in my ear.
We arrived eventually at the hotel, I quickly but sheepishly left the taxi, fixing my dress as I went and headed for the hotel entrance whilst James paid. Gent. It’s not often you do a walk of shame to a hotel. James caught me up and made another comment about the taxi driver, I was just glad that I hadn’t had a little gush as I came. We checked in, Mr and Mrs Smith, the jokes rolled, and we headed up to our room on the second floor.
Premier Inn’s, if you are from the UK you know the layout from the door, there is a short corridor with a bathroom off it and a bedroom. Basic but generally clean and I didn’t make it down the corridor clothed; we got in the room, shut the door and James asked me to strip for him; my jacket was unzipped, again, removed, I turned around and he did the honours with my dress zip, I pulled it off my shoulders, push it down from my waist and I stepped out of it. Naked, well, apart from my boots, I turned back to face James. He whistled, looked me up and down and undid his jeans and freed his cock.
“What the fuck am I going to do with that”, I laughed. It was massive and it wasn’t even fully erect. Yet. I walked over to him and took it in my hand. Both hands. It was hot, I could feel his pulse and I started to stroke the shaft and caress the tip of his cock.
“I did warn you, Claire, sex with me wouldn’t be an easy ride”. I ignored him, knelt in front of him. I pulled his trousers further down, grasped his balls and licked up the length of his shaft. I pulled his foreskin back and licked the fleshy bulbous head of his exposed cock. Tasting him. I could feel it hardening, I took what I could of him in my mouth, and began to wank him with my hands, my tongue and mouth. He leaned back against the door as I worked him, he groaned, trying to push my head further on to his cock. I gagged, he stopped, I recovered and continued to milk the pre cum from him. It was so big, my hand only just encircled it and I could only just fit it in my mouth, it was difficult to breath and not to catch him with my teeth. I wish you all could have all seen me, I was such a fucking slut. It was great. I stopped, stretched up on my knees and began to rub his cock on my right tit and against my hard nipple. It was my turn to moan.
“I want you to cum on me, James, over my face and tits”, I asked.
“Keeping wanking and rubbing my cock on your nipples and I will, soon”. I did, my tits and nipples quickly became slick and sticky with pre-cum, I wanked him harder, faster and I felt his cock pulse, twitch and expand as he shot his seed all over me, hitting me in the face, my hair, (damn!), and over my tits as requested. I felt such a slut as he watched me rub and scoop the globs of cum off my chest and face and, yes, I had to taste it like any good slut would do. It was amazing and, thank you, God, could he come.
He pulled me up from my knees, we kissed, again, whilst I undid his shirt and ran my hands over his chest and torso. I turned from him, did my best sultry walk towards the bed, sat on its edge and finger waved him over. He had removed the rest of his clothes, he walked over, turned the main light on, “Let me see you properly now, Claire, lie back and spread your legs for me”. I complied, exposing myself to him.
I lay back on the bed and opened my legs as wide as I could. I trailed my fingers over my sticky chest and around my hard nipples as he inspected me.
“You are beautiful, Claire”, he commented, as I felt his hands on my legs, “so tiny and beautiful”, as his hands moved up my legs, “that’s pussy should be worshipped but my cock is going to destroy it, you do realise that, I will stretch you wide”, he explained and as I felt his fingers on my labia, again, pulling them apart, exposing the entrance to my glistening vagina, “How do you want me to fuck you; my experience is that missionary is best for you little girls so I that we control how much of my length you can take comfortably, I don’t want to hurt you?”.
“I would love to ride you but I can see that will be awkward, how about doggy style?”, I suggested, “I can always take more in that position?”. I felt a finger enter my pussy again, then another, fuck, even his fingers felt massive in me…even so I still arched my back to take them further into me.
“I will be honest, Claire, the way you react just to my fingers in your hot stuff, I want to see your reaction as you take this into you”. I looked and he was holding his hard cock firmly in his other hand. With that he dragged me down to the end of the bed, so that my bum was positioned on the edge ready for me to be impaled on his cock.
I felt his cock against me, teasing my wet folds and then my vaginal entrance, I gripped the duvet and waited for the push. He was gentle, no big thrust and he slowly worked his cock into me, stretching me open, and then with a slow motion pushes, pushed into me, gently, each time, going further and further until my cervix was nudged. I was full and it was uncomfortable but I wanted to be fucked by this monster cock.
“Wow, this feels amazing, Claire, your little pussy is so hot and tight, are you ok”, I nodded, “you have over half of me deep in you, I am going to fuck you now, I want to watch your little tits wobble and hear you moan!”. With that he began to fuck me, slowly, at first, and then faster, as he got accustomed to my reactions and my depth. I was lost in the sensation, he told me later I was actually grunting with each thrust, the feeling of being utterly filled was overwhelming; like you feel during anal sex, girls. Virtually straight away, I felt my muscles tensing, with each movement and I knew I was going to cum, again. I thrust up against him as my orgasm pulsed and rippled through by body, my juices squirting, so much that I actually think, now, that I might have lost my bladder control totally as I came!
With my legs physically shaking, James stopped moving in me, “Wow, I felt your pussy tighten around my cock, Claire, as you came”, he moved into me, again, and another shudder ran through my body and my chest continued to heave. “I think I need to let you calm down”. James removed his cock from me with an audible squelch, I rolled on to my side, removing myself from the expanding wet spot, and letting my body shaking, shuddering and gasping pass.
James sat next to me on the bed and began to stroke my back, my hip and then my bum. I do love having my bum touched and I do like anal too; I actually love it now, but there was no way he was going near my asshole with that cock and I had told him this already during are chats prior to this meet. “Mmm, you have a lovely firm arse, Claire, when your ready let’s move up this bed and get you on all fours”, he said as his hand, well, his fingers, slipped between my bum cheeks, over my little asshole and down to my wet swollen pussy. I shifted my leg further to the side to give him better access to me. I was feral, I just wanted to lie there and let him to use my body, my holes.
He ran a finger through my swollen pussy folds, god, I was still wet but a little bit tender already. He found my clit, worked it a bit which made me gasp and then he worked his way up to my asshole. His target. He began running a finger around the rim of my hole, using my pussy juices to lube it up. I pushed my bum up giving him the go ahead to delve into my anus. He pushed a finger in, it didn’t hurt and he began to slowly move it in and out of my ass. going deeper with each push. I felt the squeeze, then the press and, finally, the release of as my anus let another finger push into my ass. Girls, I felt so full but I knew where this could lead and, as I said, earlier that wasn’t happening.
Trying to be as seductive as I could, I lifted my head from the bed and turned, “Fuck me, James”, I said, “I want you to take me and cum deep in me”. He didn’t need any more encouragement, he removed his two big fingers, unceremoniously, from my ass, with a slick pop. He then lifted me up from the bed, turned me slightly and I found myself on all fours. He pulled my hips towards him, shifted my bum up and then dragged me to the foot of the bed, again.
“You’re such a sight, Claire,” he chuckled, and I felt his cock push once again against my wet pussy folds. He rub it up and down my slick slit, finding, first, my hard clit and then my vaginal entrance and he pushed into me. I pushed back to assist, and I felt his huge cock slide into me, inch by “fucking” inch, stretching and pulling me open as it went deeper, until by cervix prevented me taking anymore. “I am going to ruin you now, Claire”, he growled. Honestly, girls, he did.
With that he began to slowly thrust into me, whilst, painfully, his hands gripped the flesh on my hips, as he began to pick up his pace, plunging deeper, each time, as his cock slammed in and out of my swollen cunt. The slap, slap, of his thighs against my bum, my whimpers and groans, his grunts, well, that was all you could hear in that hotel room in Arnold.
My head was down between my arms, my hair falling forward, flopping everywhere, as I felt his body and his cock pound and punish my needy body and my stretched pussy, respectively; it was ecstasy and pain, all rolled into one, as he stretched and drilled into me like I hadn’t ever been before. I felt his orgasm coming as his grip tightened on my hips and his cock spasmed, again and again, as he began to pump his seed deep into me. Honestly my eyes rolled, as my own orgasm struck, shaking me to my core and my juices flowed yet again. Collapsing on to the bed, my legs shaking, I had been truly taken by that big wonderful cock.