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Double DippingThe nature of my work has given me the opportunity to travel around the continent. A short while ago, I found myself living in shared accommodation in the south of France. The weather was glorious, the food magnificent and the variety of cock was overwhelming. I shared an apartment with 5 other girls but that was boring and laborious, all we did was talk about the cleaning duties. So I made an executive decision that I would move in with 5 men (not all gorgeous). They set me up very nicely and treated me like a French princess. I wanted for nothing, especially dick.The days were long and the nights involved a lot of alcohol at sun set which lead me to make difficult decisions about who I think would look after me best. I had originally started in a room with an absolutely exquisite French man who whispered in the language of love, how much he wanted to make me scream his name. He didn’t have the greatest girth of all but he had a tongue of a snake and every time, he made me come. He became completely wrapped up in my satisfaction and how desperate I was for him to pleasure me. We would spend hours in bed, him insisting I had multiple orgasms as he continued to eat me out, even when my pussy was twitching with the after math of what he had just done to me. However, I soon realised he couldn’t handle actually fucking me. He always came too soon and he much preferred head. It would have been tuzla escort rude of me not to return the favour, so I sucked him off when he was least expecting it, making sure that we were in a setting where his “problem” was not a problem. I sucked him off when he drove me to a near by beach, where he returned the favour on the cliff side. I took him deep in my mouth when walking amongst the yachts of Monaco. But I needed more, I needed a marathon session of fucking. Don’t get me wrong; the way he made me feel was sensational but I needed a man to be quite literally balls deep in me, making me feel like I couldn’t breathe from the pounding I was receiving. At the end of the day, if foreplay ceased to exist, I would survive, just as long as men continued to bend me over, slap my arse repeatedly and fuck me like the world might be ending.So, one night after my beautiful French lover had fallen asleep, I went to see what another boy in another room was doing (hopefully me in about 10 minutes). He shared a room with another man, but he was u*********s and I am not one to pass up on an opportunity. This man was a Dutch giant. He was sturdy and solid. I could see the size of his cock through his boxer shorts. I knew that he was likely to have me walking sideways for a few days. I played the innocent, “I can’t sleep and the French boy doesn’t want to watch a film, would he like to watch sancaktepe escort one with me” act. He just nodded and patted the side of his bed. I went to get in, but he stopped me by grabbing my arm and said “no clothes allowed”. His tone surprised me and now I wanted nothing more than for him to tell me not to disobey him. I took off my t-shirt and went to remove my panties, I hesitated and said I had the same policy. He gladly obliged and pulled his enormous cock out of his boxers. I gasped and he knew I was hungry for him to be deep inside me. He just lay there, smiled and said the most magical words I had heard in a long time: “no foreplay”! He was staring right at me, maybe he knew my French troubles. So with that, I climbed on top of him, feeling his hard as a rock cock on my clit, but the warm up was done! He picked me up slightly whilst still on top of him and in one incredible move, he was about 12 inches deep in me. I thought he had punctured my insides and the noise I made should have woken up his room buddy. Then again, just like I was a rag doll he flipped me over so I was on my back. That was when I felt his weight on me, it was a****l instinct taking over me. My legs were wrapped tightly around the bass of his back. He then put his hand around my neck and said “tell me when you come” he fucked me like he had not had sex for years. He was pounding me and staring üsküdar escort right at me, I don’t think we blinked once. His dick felt incredible in me. His rhythm was that of a salsa dancer and every time he sunk deeper into me, he gripped my neck a bit further. He shifted himself slightly (without me noticing) and he moved my arms up behind my head. I had to be the most silent person and so did he but I wanted to scream and tell him how fucking good it was. But we remained completely quiet and very, very serious. We knew that not one word could be said ( I was sure by this point,that room buddy was wide awake and tossing himself off but I didn’t care, I would pay to watch the show that I was the main star of). With my arms behind my head and his hand wrapped firmly around my neck, I knew that I would come soon and it would not be from him rubbing my pussy. He was pushing himself so deep into me, I could barely breathe and I felt light headed already, which was probably down to limited blood supply to my brain. I could see that he was near as he slowed slightly and nodded to ask if I was? I nodded gently back and that is when he applied the most amount of pressure on my throat. Then he grunted like a gorilla and my body spasmed out of control. The feeling of sheer ecstasy hit me like a bolt of lightning. There is no way to describe what overcomes you when there is a feeling of pleasure and pain of equal measures. His body convulsed, then he collapsed on top of me. I seriously entertained the idea that I had been damaged for life. I couldn’t breathe properly, I knew I couldn’t walk properly and I knew that he we had both had one of the best orgasms of our lives.
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