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Want To

By: justachicky



My most recent fantasy goes a little something like this... 

I want you sitting down, I really don't care where, but in my fantasy, I see you sitting down on a big comfortable bed, leaning against the headboard. I see your dick, hard and waiting for me. I walk towards you, in only my bra and panties, and wrap my fingers around your dick, leaning down to trace my tongue slowly around the tip. 

"Tell me what you want me to do," I ask.

"You are doing just fine."

"OK, but still, tell me what you want me to do."

"Do whatever you want."

I slide your dick as far into my mouth as I can stand, and then pull away, "You really know how to frustrate me sometimes, you know it?"

"Hmmm? Really? And I wasn't even tryng." You smirk at me and I can't help but smile. I swear you make me wet in ways you don't even realize.

I want you to tell me what to do, but I know it's a battle I won't win right now, and won't until you let me, so I return to your dick and do my best to please you by my own imagination. I like it when you press your hand on the back of my head and force your dick a little farther down my throat. It gags me, and scares me a little at the same time, but I groan in appreciation because it pleases me more than it scares me. 

I stand up and slowly slide my panties off my hips until they drop at my feet. Then I reach behind me and undoing my bra, I slide it to the floor as well. I reach up to cup my tits in my hands, and can't resist the urge to pinch my nipples. You reach for me, but I push you back.

"Mmmm, no. You told me to do whatever I want, so sit back and let me do it."

"Ok," you reply and lean back looking bored, infuriating me almost as much as you intended.

I crawl across the bed until I'm sitting on your lap, straddling you, and I begin again teasing my nipples, pinching them, rolling them. I lick my finger and draw circles around my nipple until I can't stand it anymore and I pinch it again. I slide my right hand down and begin teasing my clit while my left hand keeps playing with my nipple. You move toward me, looking me in the eyes as you begin licking my nipple. My breath catches and I can't stop the sigh from escaping my lips as I wrap my hand around your neck, burying my hand in your hair and pulling you closer. I can't seem to look away from your eyes, I bite my lip as I press harder on my clit pushing myself faster towards the edge. Finally, I can take it no more, and I close my eyes, throw my head back and surrender as I cum. 

"I really like it when you do that," I sigh as I rise up on my knees and again wrap my fingers around your dick, placing you right where I want you. I slide down until you are completely inside of me and I have to hold on to your shoulders as another orgasm shakes my body. 

I lick my lips as I open my eyes again and watch you watching me. Keeping my hands on your shoulders for leverage, I move up and down, riding you, fucking myself on your big, hard dick. I feel you deep inside of me, stretching my little pussy again and again as I squeeze you tight inside of me. You rest your hands at my waist, letting me control the pace, but your hands digging into my hips tell me it isn't an easy thing. I bite my lip again, having the control, being the one controlling my speed, my movements, controlling how hard I fuck you brings a pleasure all its own, and soon I can't stop from screaming as I cum again and again. 

As I lean against you, my body quaking from the onslaught of orgasms, you move me away from you, rolling me to my stomach before I can protest.

"Wait, I wasn't finished yet, you said I got to do what I wanted to do." 

"Yes, you were finished, it's my turn now little girl," you ground out between bared teeth as you raised my ass into the air, and holding my hips hard in your hands, you slammed your dick into my wet and waiting pussy. I smile even as I claw at the sheets when I cum because being in control may be a pleasure all its own, but this is so much better.

I've wanted so badly to walk up to you and whisper all this to you, to wrap my hand around your dick as I tell you my latest little fantasy, but everytime I think I have the courage, all I can do is bite my lip and blush, and then chicken out. I have even pictured it, how I'd walk up to you sitting in your chair and lean over behind you 'till I could whisper in your ear what I wanted to do to you. Or how I would stand on my tiptoes and press my body against yours while I whispered in your ear. Turns out I'm not that bold. Not yet anyway. 

Want to Bet?



M's Note: This was very early in our relationship. Second month???...third at the latest. It is a true and accurate account

R's account:

Yahtzee?

I'd never played Yahtzee in my life. Not that it mattered, much. All you do is throw dice and fill in those little score boxes. Right? Easy.

We'd agreed to place three bets per game. One on the high total for the top half of the card – the ones, twos, threes, etc. One on the high total for the bottom half of the card – three of a kind, four of a kind, full house, etc. One on the high total overall for the entire card.

Easy.

It was certainly easy to tell that by the time we each had four of the six boxes on the top of the card filled I was in trouble. Okay, I still had the 'threes' and the 'sixes' to fill – giving me some hope. Except that she had 24 in her 'Sixes' box, leaving me very little leeway to make a significant gain.

It was equally easy to tell that by the time we each had four of the six boxes on the bottom of the card filled I was also in trouble there. In fact, one roll after that – when I'd used up my four of a kind -- all I had left, and the only thing I could do to win the bottom half of the card and the overall total, was a Yahtzee.

No pressure. Just roll Yahtzee on demand.

That didn't happen.

So there was an element of anti-climax about the last few rolls each. Well, anti-climax mixed with anticipation of a specific variety. And this carried on through the counting up. Which eventually showed that I'd lost both halves by almost 30 each and the total by more than 50.

A small proportion of each would've been enough. Especially as it had day of less than successful bets on my part and I'd been down to my jeans and shirt when we started rolling the dice. And two from three leaves, well, one. Correction: three from two leaves, well – we were back to those crumpled squares of paper with their scrawled forfeits.

"I'd like you to do that naked dance you owe from earlier," she said, grinning, when I'd peeled off my shirt and dropped and kicked aside my jeans.

I did owe her a naked dance. In fact, I owed her a customized strip and a nude dance. The first part wasn't going to happen tonight because of course I didn't have any clothes left to strip off but the nude dance could. So I gathered the TV remote and changed the audio from easy listening to 70s flashback and the song was good so I started dancing – my erection rolling and jouncing.

She was grinning, gorgeous eyes positively sparkling over her raised hands, palms pressed together. I'm not a bad dancer and my erection is full and mobile – was that night anyway. 

And it was warm in that room, cosy. A nice fire flickering in the corner.

She said, "It's amazing to me how comfortable you are with your body."

It was a statement that struck me at the time because I was adapting to what seemed a changed centre of gravity caused by the rolling and bouncing. Not unpleasant...just odd. I was also resisting the urge to brush the clearly visible bubble of pre-cum from the engorged tip of my erection.

I'm not sure how true that statement is, or was at that time, anyway. We'd only been together a few months. But we're a playful couple and have been from the outset of our relationship and, as I said, I'd been losing a fair amount and she seemed to enjoy me being naked and her enjoyment always makes me comfortable so I guess the long version is that what she said was true. Sort of. 

When the song had finished, and I'd finished, I sat down again on the sofa, sipped my brandy and suggested another game. 

She cocked an eyebrow. 

To which I replied, "I have to win one eventually – get something back."

So, still smiling, she collected the scorecard and started to make a second column for each of us. Why not? Were I in her shoes I would too. After all, she still had her shoes, at least figuratively, and every other stitch intact. While I, of course, was naked – and not for the first time on the day, so my list of forfeits was growing and growing. 

I also knew that when the roles eventually reversed I'd exploit her spectacular tush without compunction.

In the meantime, on this evening, by the time we again had 4 boxes each filled on the top half of the card – and 3 or 4 boxes filled on the bottom half – well, you didn't have to be Sheldon Cooper to complete the unfolding equation.

A point she emphasized by reaching over and slowly, and oh so gently, stroking just the very surface of my inner thigh. "I think," she said, eyes twinkling, "I'll save the other IOUs for another time because I'd like to see how you look cleanly shaved – and I know I'd like to watch you masturbate..."

Then she broke off and sniggered, yes, sniggered, as I flushed crimson – my erection having reacted, without my consent I might add: bouncing off the back of her hand which was still resting on my thigh, the thumb now brushing one of my hyper sensitized testicles ...



Want To Bet (Again)?



"How nude is nude?"

We were running down the motorway, amongst relatively light traffic at the time. She glanced over and watched as I unhitched the seat belt and undid my belt, the little catch and the zip – then hefted my rump to peel the slacks and briefs down around my ankles. "Don't stop now," she said simply, eyes sparkling. 

My shoes and socks were already off, tucked up in one corner of the passenger side footwell. Relieved to see she was back to watching the road ahead, and what traffic there was, I began to unbutton my shirt. "No, I mean, you know," with all the buttons undone, I pulled the shirt flaps around behind me on both sides – leaving my cock and balls on full display "is this nude enough?"

She glanced back, eyes twinkling. "I think naked is, you know, naked. As in no clothes."

Fair enough. I guess. What could I say? So I shrugged the shirt off my shoulders and pulled it down behind me. Then, completely nude, I wriggled into a more or less comfortable place and pulled out the seatbelt to click it back into place.

"No clothes," she repeated, chuckling and shaking her head – clearly relishing the situation. 

So I undid the seatbelt, again, and bent forward to peel off my jeans and briefs. Before sitting up again to re-settle and fasten the seatbelt.

Eyes still twinkling, she glanced back to the traffic, back to me –specifically to my cock and balls – okay, my erection – then back to the traffic several times. As much to break the growing silence as anything, I said, "And how long do you want me nu..." recognizing she preferred naked, and not wanting to risk putting even a foot wrong so to speak, I broke off mid-word and hastened on quickly to correct myself, "naked. How long do you want me naked?"

You understand...well, of course you do. There was always the prospect of being spotted by others on the road...and now, without the pants and briefs in easy position to pull up, there was an increased threat from even the most minor of accidents – or from police– because the odds of getting some modesty restored in either circumstance was virtually nil. 

And she controlled the vehicle, if you take my point?

"Obviously I'm going to have to clarify that little item next time I win a bet," she flicked me a wink. At the same time, reaching over the run her fingertips over the engorged tip of my erection – while hanging back, just out of the mirror, hopefully, of a large SUV in the next lane on my side of the car.

It was her not very subtle way of showing just how much control she now had of the situation, and just which side my bread was buttered on. Swallowing hard, and wishing I had a suitable drink in hand, I said: "Well, I think you should probably have the final say over, you know, everything today – including, you know, how long I stay naked." I hesitated, not quite able to say aloud my next thought: which was WHERE I go naked, so I quickly settled for a not very nonchalant shrug and a quick, "you know, etc."

Nodding, her smile a very clear example of the 'very-wise-decision' sort only females seem able to muster effectively, she released my erection to bring both hands to the wheel. "Can we get past this SUV fast enough, do you think...?"

For those who read Want To Bet? it will be redundant for me to spend too much time on the events leading up to this little drive. 

But no doubt some of you haven't read the first account. Besides, she is, well, along the same lines as "naked is, you know, naked – as in no clothes" she is insistent that the "story is, you know, the story—as in the naked truth" so the short version is that my Yahtzee tactics had proven wholly inadequate. In fact, she'd stripped me naked – and had me dance naked for her, for what seemed quite some time...my engorged erection rocking and lolling – and then, having won yet again by a considerable margin, she'd decided she really wanted to know how I looked clean shaven, in the pubic region – and also that it would be great fun to watch me masturbate for her amusement.

But by the time she'd arranged me on the kitchen island – just so...and snapped a couple of 'before pics'... and plucked gently with her fingertips at the soon-to-be removed pubes to arrange them – just so...and spread on some shaving foam – just so...and snapped a couple more pics – and begun to apply the razor while oh so gently manipulating my quivering erection out of the way with her free hand – just so...well, let's just say the sheer gush of spunk shocked even the by then gasping me.

I'm sure it almost caused me to black out.

All of which was going to cost me another shave, 'for the sake of the pics' – her words – to be done at her discretion. 

I also still owed her the wank, and this naked ride in the car, and a whole list of other 'forfeits'-stroke-'punishments'- stroke - 'whimsical amusements'...the term varied according to her mood... and did include a few actual strokes of a crop or belt or flogger, she had yet to decide what she most enjoy – all of which were listed on a bulleted IOU, signed by me, and tucked away inside her handbag.

Because as she'd been only too happy to point out to me, eyes twinkling, seemingly every hour on the hour that we'd been together during the week since the Yahtzee game "I think I, you know, own your ass. Your naked ass. As in no clothes...that's better, and oh, my wineglass is empty...have I told you latterly how much I love watching your erection move around so freely...actually of course since I own it it's my erection, technically – and is that precum? Because if it is you might want to be thinking of three or four more things to add to the list if you don't, you know, actually manage again tonight to wank for me..."

I didn't look at the SUV. But when I say crept, as in we crept past it, eventually – believe me it was all happening in slow, slow, slow motion, albeit at close to 100 mph – and it was only when I couldn't quite see the other vehicle out of the corner of my eye that I exhaled.

Chuckling, she said, "I don't think you should block her view or mine."

Her!? So it had been a female in the SUV! And our vehicle was slowing, the SUV returning to the corner of my eye. 

She was smiling over at me again, eyes twinkling – and her eyes do twinkle. "Do you? Think you should block our view, I mean?"

Swallowing, I took the hint and pulled both my hands away, tucking them between my lower back and the seat back. Now fully exposed – I could feel the trickle of perspiration starting down my spine, slipping between my wrists and my spine, heading for the crack at the top of naked tush.

"If you so much as wriggle," she teased.

The SUV was still in the corner of my eye. The trickle of sweat was lost in what had become a general lather. I had to consciously stay very still. Rigid. Quivering. All of me now – not just my erection.

"I'm amazed," she said quietly. "Truly." She breathed out, slowly. "I couldn't do what you're doing. It's really impressive." 

I glanced over to see her smiling as she slowly increased our speed. 

"You're so composed."

I was, in fact, a seething jelly like mess. With a very very hard, pre-cum glistening erection.

"I brought the razor and cream. If we find somewhere discreet to park do you think you could shave yourself this time – you know, without losing control, then masturbate for me."

Exhaling, slowly, now we were clearly moving away from the SUV. "Discreet?"

"Well, discreet-ish," she chuckled. "You have to allow me some amusement. And you did say I should have final say over, well, everything today."

I swallowed, hard, feeling the perspiration start up again – my mind mentally running down the bullets on the list, visualizing my scrawled signature on the bottom. And besides I had to trust, you know, well, her really...to be not too, well, too outrageous. "Okay."

Chuckling, she said, "And of course I'll expect you to get through both the shave and the masturbation this time, to my satisfaction. And in the meantime, you can supply me three or four more ideas to add to the list – just in case..."

&&& 

"Will this do?"

It would have to. What choice did I have? "Yes, well..." A movement somewhere to my left, outside in the dimly lit underground carpark, distracted me, "...umh, sure..."

Smiling, she said, "I think that foot would be better on the dash."

So I adjusted, propping my foot closest to the passenger door on the dash – twisting me sideways somewhat, fully facing and fully exposed to her. Then I watched her fish out the shaving cream from her handbag and hold it out for me to take and shake...



Want To Get Laid On Your Travels?



If you frequent popular travel message boards on the internet, you will notice questions like: "Which country in South America has the most beautiful women?" "What do you think of Italian men?" or "How can I best meet local girls in Poland?" From this fact, one could assume that for quite a few people the prospect of sex in a foreign country is part of their motivation to travel.

It might be the hope, that finding someone, is somehow easier far away from home, the prospect of sex in particularly romantic locations, the idea of exotic beauties that are waiting just for you... or just the idea of combining two things a lot of people enjoy: sex and travel.

Be careful! The rules for social interaction are different in different places, and you should be aware of how to behave in order not to offend anyone. And, on the other hand, just because you are far away from home, things don't magically happen without any effort. If at home, you have trouble getting to know guys or girls, it might be even more difficult abroad. I have met people who seemed to be travelling for the sole reason of getting laid – and they all ended up disappointed. Travel for the travel experience, and view anything else as a bonus.

The following are a few tips on how to help things along a bit, and what to keep in mind if you have sexual encounters on your travels. They are, of course, from my limited experience and from what other people have told me; thus, they are by no means complete, and I take no responsibilities if they should not work out for you. Also, since I am a student, my travel experiences have taken place in budget traveller and backpacking surroundings, so my text is directed mainly to other backpackers.

There are different people you could have sex with abroad. The first one would be:

Option 1: Your Travel Partner

This of course works best, if your travel partner is your significant other, or at least someone you already have sex with on a regular basis. If not your significant other, please keep in mind that you will most likely still keep travelling with them for a while. A night of passion between "just friends" can lead to some very awkward feelings afterwards. Now imagine this awkwardness with someone you still plan to share hotel rooms with for the next three days or five weeks or seven months.

A few weeks of backpacking together even without sex has destroyed quite a few friendships – in the case of me and a the girl who used to be one of my best friends, three days in Vienna with her mother were enough. Sometimes you don't know how annoying someone is, until you are in a place where you can't escape them. And on the other hand sex even without the background of having to sit next to each other on a ten hour bus ride right after can be quite destructive for a friendship at times. So, imagine a combination of these two aspects.

If, on the other hand, your travel partner is your partner also at home, chances are good that you will really get laid on your travels – I don't think I need to advice you on any special seducing techniques because it is quite likely, that you know your partner better than I do.

But where to have sex with your partner?

You probably can see it in front of your inner eye: A beautiful beach, the sound of the waves, the sun setting behind palm trees, no one there except for you and your lover, you can taste the salt from your swim in the ocean still on each other's lips as you melt into a kiss that makes you one with nature... 

My one and only try of having sex at a beach was very different to this: The beach was quite near to the center of Barcelona and everything but lonely, despite it being the middle of the night. We had a few drinks, a swim (please don't copy this, swimming when you are drunk can be quite dangerous, even more so at night when you can't be seen), and then got comfortable on the sand. Or in the sand. Or the sand on us. And in us. In the end, the sand stuck everywhere, and we gave up, as people walked by about ten meters from us. If I ever try this again, I will not only look for a beach that is truely lonely, but I will also at least bring a blanket.

Should your travel destination lie in the mountains at an altitude of more than 3000 meters, please remember the Bolivian saying camine lentito, come poquito... y duerme solito (walk slowly, eat little... and sleep by yourself). Physically exhausting activities on your first days at high altitude can lead to altitude sickness, and that can be the case for long sex sessions too. Altitude sickness is no fun. Fortunately, the body usually adapts quickly, and after two or three days you can do all the hiking and have all the sex you want.

If you can't even wait until arrival at your destination, you could try to become a member of the Mile High Club during the journey (that is, if you travel by airplane). The most common place, I am told, would be the airplane's toilet. I can't imagine them to be too comfortable or have a very erotic atmosphere. Also, the people queuing outside might not be very happy with your blocking of the hygienic facilities, but I heard there is a certain thrill to doing it in the air.

Otherwise, the more conventional option is in your hotel, pension or hostel. A lot of hostels have a few double rooms, otherwise a cheap hotel might be a good idea: people who have sex in dorms generally aren't popular with fellow travelers. Apart from that, I enjoy sex a lot more if I can be as loud as I want. Then again, some people are as loud as I want to – in one hostel I once stayed at, another guest told me how she couldn't close an eye the past night, because an Italian couple in the dorm next to hers (not her own!) had such a loud and long sex session. Just think of how loud it must have been for the people in the same dorm! Interestingly, I had had sex with my boyfriend in our dorm the very same night, but the friend we were travelling with slept through it (or never complained to us, but he isn't the type not to say anything.) If you really can't afford more than two dorm beds (though in a lot of places double rooms in a run down hotel catering to locals are cheaper than hostels, whose guests are mainly foreigners), waiting until everyone left the rooms to do some sightseeing might be the nice thing to do.

One thing that might be good to know about, is your destination's attitude to public displays of affection. They might be less accepted than at home, and it is a good idea to not offend the locals by openly kissing and feeling each other up in the middle of the street. After all, travelling is also about cultural experience, not about imposing your own customs everywhere. Sex in public places gets you into trouble almost everywhere in the world when you get caught – and the definition of where sex or offensive behavior starts might vary.

In a few places, unmarried couples might have difficulties getting a room together, but in most of the world it should not be a problem.

Advantages:

If you absolutely must have sex on your travels to call it a successful vacation, then travelling with your partner might be the safest bet. If you have sex on a regular basis at home, why wouldn't you do so abroad as well? And travelling together could spice up your sex life. It could be a new motivation for those that are starting to lose interest, a time to focus on each other, and a way to escape the everyday stress of your lives.

Also, travelling in Two can turn out cheaper per person than travelling by yourself: You can get double rooms instead of singles, and the taxi or private guide you would pay full price for even when you are alone usually doesn't get more expensive when there are two of you.

Disadvantages

While this option means you will have sex in new locations, your sex partner will still be the same one as always. Which might not be what you meant by new experiences... Especially if you don't have a partner, travelling with one might not be possible.

Travelling together, especially when you are still a new couple and don't yet even live together, can be a strain on the relationship – I mentioned the difficulties of travelling with friends above, and the same can apply to couples that aren't used to seeing so much of each other yet.

On a backpacking journey you are very close to each other, very often and for a long time. You share rooms, sit next to each other on busses, go sightseeing together, etc. You just might realize that the person you believed to love so very much, has some very annoying habits. Chose well whom you travel with. This is also true for travelling with people you aren't sexually involved with – but in that case at least, you could decide to split ways and meet again at the end of the journey. If a couple does this, it might feel like a defeat that is difficult to cope with later on, and could be the end of your relationship.

Option 2: Other Travelers

As I said above, I am referring mainly to backpackers and budget travelers, thus I will speak about people who go to hostels or cheap hotels. For those that prefer more expensive accommodation, things might be different; I wouldn't know though, as I can't afford expensive hotels.

Of course you probably won't meet someone every night and in every hostel. And chances vary also according to where you are. I would suggest hostels rather than cheap hotels, and preferably dorm rooms, especially mixed dorms. You might not even have to venture very far to meet nice people then. Should you want the privacy of a single room (which admittedly has a lot of advantages if you succeed in meeting someone to have sex with) I would suggest a hostel or hotel with a good common area.

Smaller hostels seem best to me, not only for the sake of meeting guys/girls. One of my favorite hostels was a tiny place somewhere in Australia, not more than 20 people were staying there, and after about a day I knew everyone by name. Another one, in Seville in Spain, was not much bigger, and while it had no real dorms (four beds was the maximum) it had a beautiful, typically Andalusian patio full of plants and armchairs. Every day after sightseeing I would sit there for a while to relax and chat with the other guests as they returned from their own trips into the city centre. In the evening, we would sit there for a while, one of us playing guitar, and then part into little groups in which we went into various pubs and flamenco bars. Or one in Southern Chile that had a living room with an open fire place around which we would all gather to warm up from the hiking we had done during the day... you get the idea. You should have a chance to meet people.

This isn't to say no one ever made friends or had a one night stand or met the love of their life in a big, anonymous hostel. It's just a bit more difficult. Of course the hostel isn't the only place to meet fellow travelers. Cities that are popular with backpackers often have bars that cater mainly to foreign guests, and maybe you meet the right person on a guided tour or while you are sightseeing by yourself, or even while you are hiking.

The good thing about meeting people on your travels is that it is easier to start a conversation than it might be in a bar back home. There is always something to talk about: "How long have you been here?" "Where are you going to next?" "Did you like this or that place, is it worth going there?" and before you know it you are in the middle of a conversation. A few questions about the life back home can help you find out, if the person of your interest has a boyfriend/girlfriend back home.

The hostels, bars, tours on offer in different places aren't always ideal though. Obviously, in a popular travel destination there will be more travelers, more hostels, and more parties. In regions that only see a handful of tourists at a time hostels might be a scarcity. The thing about party places and tourist hot spots is, though, that everyone goes there. They often aren't exactly adventurous. If sex and parties are the main purpose of your travels they are great, but else they could get old quite quickly. For me variety works best. After a few weeks far away from everyone and everything I enjoy the party places. After a few days there, though, I want to flee them again.

Mostly, things work like they would at home – that also means keeping in mind that abroad a no is still a no, and that you should be sensitive about reading signs. Not every single traveler is just waiting for you to chat him/her up, but according to my experience, people are less shy and somewhat more open to no-strings sex while travelling. This might be due to the relaxed atmosphere in a hostel, the fact that most people want to have fun on their vacation, or maybe the knowledge of that you will all travel on into different directions the next day, and thus all actions seem to be without consequence.

In fact, though, there are consequences that exist abroad as well. So please be safe. If you are a girl, you probably don't want a baby from someone of whom you don't know much more than their first name and the fact that they are on a round the world tour. And if you are a guy, you don't want to have to wonder for the rest of your life whenever you see a child looking strangely like you.

Once I had an argument that lasted about 20 minutes with an Australian in a hotel room in Madrid, because I insisted on a condom, while he "promised to have no STDs." I should have left right away. Just because someone is a backpacker like you, doesn't mean they are safe from having STDs. It is likely that you are not the only person they have had sex with on their travels, and if they don't want to use a condom with you, it is very likely they have had sex without a condom with other strangers they met on their travels before. If you want to have sex while traveling, or see even the slightest possibility you might, then a pack of condoms belongs to your basic travel survival kit. Don't expect the other one to have them, unless you want to spend hours late at night in a strange town looking for an open pharmacy or a vending machine. If you buy them in the country, I would suggest to try to buy a well known brand – condoms are the wrong things to save money on. I could tell you several stories about the trouble I had with cheap no brand condoms from vending machines in Prague. Of course for the condoms in your backpack the usual precautions ascribe: Don't have them near any sharp objects, and if you travel in extreme climates avoid exposing them to heat or cold.

Advantages

Some of the advantages of getting it on with other travelers (versus locals, which I will talk about next) are obvious: In most cases you will have a language in common (usually English) and you will be from a somewhat similar cultural background, which helps in avoiding misunderstandings or very different ideas about morals.

Also, you both know you will take trains, busses or airplanes into different directions soon, and thus you know not to expect something beyond the moment. If you have been traveling for a while already, you probably have even gotten over exchanging email addresses with everyone you meet along the way. That helps not only avoiding complications with one person ending up to want more, but also in some cases makes the shock milder whenever the alcohol wears off and you realize who you are lying in bed next to. And you don't need to worry to run into them again each time you enter your local bar. Though I wouldn't be too sure, if they travel a similar route to yours they just might have the dorm bed next to yours in the next town.

On the other hand, I know people who have found the love of their life this way, and adapted their travel route in order to be able to spend more time together.

Disadvantages

As said above, I know people who have found the love of their life this way. However, this love of their life often did not live in the same country as them. And often did not have the same travel plans as them either. So after a few days they had to say good bye. And either that was it, or what followed was a long distance relationship – which in some cases lead to one of them finally moving to the other's country, but in other cases did not work out.

One of the most difficult problems is where to have sex. If both of you travel by themselves, you are very likely to both be staying in dorms – and I have already written about the difficulties of having sex in dorms. You could book a private room, but a lot of backpackers I met are chronically low on money. So, in the end, you might have to resort to the dorm or other places in the hostel after all. The hostels own policy to people having sex in their dorms can vary, btw. In a hostel I stayed at in Spain, they had separate dorms for men and women, and when they found me late at night in the boys' dorm (Where I wasn't doing anything but talking to one of the guys), I was told I had to leave the hostel the next day. In a hostel in Bucharest, on the other hand, I found signs on the walls, saying that they find it quite okay and normal if people have sex during their stay, but they ask them to please keep the noise down. Interestingly, I had sex in the first hostel – in the women's shower with the water running, which we hoped would keep the male night guard out – but not in the second one.

Also, of course, a fellow traveler might not be as exotic to you as the locals, if it's exoticness you are after. And you aren't that exotic to them, either.

Locals

To some, this might be the most interesting thing about sex abroad: The idea of people exotically beautiful men or women, who are all you miss at home, and who are waiting just for you to come visit their country.

Reality can be different, though. There you are, abroad, but somehow the only locals you get to talk to are your tourist guides and the guy at the hostel reception. Or you do meet more locals, but no one seems to speak English (I have met people that seemed honestly surprised at the fact that not everyone in the world does.)

Now, the easiest way to meet locals that are willing to have sex with you, would probably be professionals. That, however, might not what you are after – after all it takes the whole aspect of having conquered a foreign girl/guy out of it, and you could have saved the money for the flight and invested it back home. Also, I am somewhat torn on that issue: On one hand I am not by principle, against prostitution, on the other hand I see problems, when it comes to poor countries, especially countries with a reputation for sex tourism. Often the prostitutes are very young, and not voluntary in the situation they are in. Even if they are old enough the question remains whether they are working in that area only because they didn't have any other chance (and in that case I would prefer to do things that help the local economy and give more people the chance to do different kinds of work). If you anyway want to go to prostitutes on your travels, I can't advice you a lot because you very likely have more experience with them than me.

If you plan to hit on locals, it is a good idea to know a lot about the country's culture. In some places openly flirting with local women can be seen as very offensive and could get you in trouble. Or a woman, who indicates sexual interest in local men, could be seen as something she doesn't want to be called. And it isn't the local's job to adapt to the tourist's culture – it's the other way around. So please, know where you are and behave accordingly.

Misunderstandings can't always be avoided in a place, whose language you don't speak. I met a guy in a hostel in Bangkok, who told me that a few nights ago he had found a nice bar, full of beautiful Thai girls and visited mainly by foreign men. He had a fun evening there, though nothing further than a kiss with a girl happened. The next day he returned, this time with a friend. He ended up talking to one of the girls, who after a while stood close enough to him for him to feel something that made him realize she wasn't really a she. A bit surprised, he asked her, whether she was a "lady boy", as he put it. "Of course," was the answer. "We are all lady boys here. This is what this bar is about. Didn't you know?" He hadn't known, and now turned around to his friend to tell him – but he saw him in a very deep kiss with another Thai beauty, and decided to just not tell him...




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In some towns a lot of locals seem to hang out at popular tourist bars. When I lived in Prague there were some Czech girls that could always be found at the places most English-speaking ex-pats and tourists went to. The locals that visit mainly tourist bars are usually quite interested in meeting foreigners, so it is easy to get to know them. Their motives vary. Some are interested in getting to know people from a different country, since they might not have the opportunity to travel themselves, they might want to learn about different cultures this way. Or they might have been abroad and now want to keep in touch with the culture of the country they have been to by specifically seeking out people from there. Maybe they also want to practice their English.

In some cases it might be specifically about sex. In countries where they are seen as "exotic" due to their looks, some women might complain that it becomes annoying to be hit on constantly. Of course not everything we might interpret as a come-on in our country really is the same in another country. A friend of mine complained about how sleazy the men in Romania were. I was confused: While I had been whistled after and hit on there a few times, not always by someone I was interested in myself, I hadn't noticed anything that I would see as annoying. It is possible that she met different men than I did; or maybe I don't seem as interesting as her – though I don't want to think so. On my next travels to Romania I gave some attention to the issue, and realized that I did get a lot of compliments that could be seen as flirty, especially from older men – but I had just put it down to being a different behaviour due to a different culture. In Germany, where I am from, people tend to be quite distant, and it can be rude to say certain things to someone you barely know – these same things elsewhere can be part of normal social interaction. It works both ways of course, so once again, you should know at least some things about local customs when abroad in order to not appear too forward or too reserved.

Still, I must admit there are places, where the constant whistles a woman travelling by herself can get, start to be annoying. For such cases, a few phrases in the local language might help to get rid of unwanted attention, though sometimes it is preferable to not say anything, but rather just ignore them. Of course, the usual precautions apply not only for women, and not only for those that look like obvious foreigners: Don't be too trusting of people you just met, and don't walk around alone at night in lonely or dodgy areas.

Unfortunately, sometimes the motives of locals hanging out in the typical tourist bars might not be what you want, though: In Peru these people are often referred to as "Bridgeros" from the English word "bridge" – they are trying to build themselves a bridge into your wallet or into your country. This doesn't mean you should be suspicious of everyone. You should just be aware of this fact and have an eye on your belongings (and on your drink!) when with people you don't know well – this is true in fact also for when you are with fellow travelers.

In general, I find the topic of "Bridgeros" to be quite a mine field. There are people, who will pretend to be in love, in order to get married abroad. Is that bad? A friend of my family brought home a girl from his travels, he was happy to finally have found love, and half a year later she was gone: with a different guy she met here. However, this happens all the time, also when someone didn't follow someone else to their country. Often there are true feelings, though the passport you carry might help them. In such a case, is it bad? And of course, far from everybody dreams to move to your country. Suspecting these motives whenever a vacation flirt becomes more serious would do a lot of people injustice. If, however, a vacation flirt is all you are after, it is good to make it clear. 

Typical tourist hang-outs aren't the only places to meet locals, though. Just be aware that the more you move out of the zone where there are more foreigners than inhabitants of the country you are in, the more you are on their ground and should behave according to their rules. That can be part of the cultural experience. Some of the greatest events of my travels where when local friends took me along to parties – I had a chance to see the local culture from up close, and on some occasions met a lot of people who had never spoken to a foreigner before, and thus had genuine interest in speaking to me. 

Advantages

Having a one night stand, a holiday flirt, or a long term relationship with someone from a different culture can be an interesting experience that could help you see your own culture in a different light as well. It is, somehow, something special, at least to me. I must admit I am a bit of a rare case in that I have been with more people that were not from my country than with those that were – though I met not all of them while travelling. Somehow, there is a special kick to having sex with someone "exotic" (though one should be careful with that term, maybe, after all exotic is a very vague concept).

You, in turn, can also be "exotic" to the people you meet on your travels – and that could make them more interested in you. At home you might look like everyone else (of course everyone looks different, but you know what I mean), but just what makes you so normal at home could be seen as different and sexy abroad. Of course this doesn't mean going abroad will make everyone drool over you, but being a foreigner can give you some extra points, though this varies a lot depending on the country you are in and on whom you talk to.

If you are at your travel destination for a longer time, chances are the girl or guy you met there will be there during that time too – unlike another tourist, who might leave a lot earlier than you to go home or travel on.

Disadvantages

Even so, there will come a time when you have to say good bye. If all you wanted was a one night stand, this will be no problem. If, however, your adventure became something deeper, this might be very painful. Having stayed in various countries for extended amounts of time, I had to go through this process more than once, and more than once I was tempted to let everything be and just stay. I never did, though instead I cried the whole flight and then some more on the lonely evenings in Germany, where it always seems to be cold and rainy anyway...

The danger of misunderstandings due to different cultural background is of course higher. And maybe you don't even speak the same language. So maybe you are very sure you made it clear you don't want more than a fling – but has the other one really understood? The rules around dating and sex-etiquette can vary even within the same country depending on your circle of friends, or from city to countryside, or from more to less conservative background. That's even truer when it comes to other countries.

Conclusions

Combining sex and travel is fun. You are on vacation, you want to have a great time, so why not. However, don't set your mind onto that you must have sex on your vacation. Don't plan your travels around it – if it doesn't work out you might be quite disappointed. Instead, just have fun.

Now, you might ask, but where are the most beautiful women? And where are the best looking men?

You can probably already guess my answer – nowhere and everywhere. I am not a big fan of this question, because it is bound to stir feelings of national pride (yes, quite a few countries pride themselves with having the "most beautiful women"), jealousy, and rejection... 

In the end, beauty is a matter of taste, and if you are into blondes you might prefer Swedish women or men to those from Brazil, but someone else might be of a completely different opinion. And in the end each of them might find the most beautiful person in the world in the country they least expected them in. 



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The time was many years into a liberal future, a future where sex wasn't such a big deal.

Doug was a middle-aged man who had been on vacation to Hollywood with his wife and two teenaged children. The high point of their trip was when they got tickets to go on to their favorite TV show as part of the guest audience. There were only about one hundred people in the guest audience so this made it even more of a coup for the family. The name of the show was "Who Wants To Have Sex With A Movie Star", and it was the highest rated show on the air.

Doug was completely surprised when he was one of only three men selected at random from the guest audience to go up on stage and compete for the final prize. And he was even more surprised when Angie (the movie star) called out his name as the winner of the half-hour contest.

The master of ceremony led Doug out from the little podium he had stood behind for the contest and out to center stage. He shook hands with Doug and gave him a confident pat on the back. The audience was cheering loudly and Doug waved out into the audience to his wife and two daughters. Next Angie came out from behind the partition that had hidden her from the three contestants during the first half of the show.

Angie was on a popular television show that Doug and his whole family enjoyed watching every week. She played the college-aged daughter in the sitcom entitled My Perfect Family. Her character was sweet, innocent, young and proper who always had the right thing to say to her on air siblings or friends when a new weekly crisis came up on the show. She was the girl next-door type, but considerably better looking. 

Recently, however, Angie had acknowledged to the media that she wanted to leave her weekly TV show and shake off the wholesome image the creators of the show had cast her in. She wanted to do feature motion pictures that turned into Hollywood blockbusters and insured her a permanent star in Tinsel Town. She had a body built for sex and seduction, and now those were the type of roles her agents were seeking out for her. Having sex on live television before thirty million home viewers would be a good first step in recreating her image with the public, and that is exactly the reason Angie had agreed to do Who Wants To Have Sex With A Movie Star.

Doug found Angie to be even more breathe taking in person than he remembered her on his television screen. She was wearing a blue colored mini skirt of very light, flimsy material, and a white top that clung tightly over her firm young breasts. She marched out onto the stage and was greeted with a huge round of applause from the audience and more than a few loud catcalls. Her high heels clicked across the brightly polished stage and she strode straight up to Doug and the master of ceremony.

Flashing through Doug's mind then was how he always used Angie as a role model example when he would have talks with his two teen-aged daughters. "What would Angie do in that same situation?" He would always ask his two girls whenever they would meet any trouble at their high school and come to ask dad's advice. Now here he was up on the same stage with Angie and with the two girls and his wife sitting and watching him not more than fifty feet away.

"Welcome to our show, Angie," greeted the MC as he shook hands with the young starlit. "You are looking lovely tonight," he complimented her as he bent to give her a peck on the cheek. "Thanks again for coming onto Who Wants To Have Sex With A Movie Star, Angie."

"Well thanks for asking me to come on, Hal. You don't know how nervous I've been all week thinking about this very moment."

"Yes, and now here it finally is," Hal the MC, said into his microphone, turning to bring Doug into the picture. "Now I know you are dying to meet our winner from tonight's contest. So without further ado – Angie meet Doug. Doug meet Angie."

Angie stuck out a friendly hand and gave Doug a big, white teeth smile. Doug felt his hands were shaking a little and his palms were sweaty, but he reached out and took Angie's proffered hand in his and gave it a light squeeze.

"Nice to meet you, Doug," Angie said and gave an embarrassed little giggle that made her seem like a much younger girl.

"Thanks," was all Doug could stammer.

"Nervous?" The MC asked Angie sticking the microphone back up to her naturally pouting lips.

"Well you know I was until just now when I walked out here. But then with this wonderful reception from your audience, and meeting Doug and seeing what a nice man he is, all that nervousness just went right away. I think we're going to have ourselves a lovely time tonight." She said this last with a wink at Doug.

"Doug how about you? Nervous?"

"Yes. A little," Doug lied because he was a lot nervous.

"Now Angie I've got to ask you – and I know you've been asked this a million times – but what made you decide to come on Who Wants To Have Sex With A Movie Star?"

"Well Hal I was flattered and frankly a little bit scared when your producers asked me to be on the show. But I just saw it as an opportunity to do something really fun and different, and to kind of explore a different side of myself."

The MC turned to Doug with a big grin on his face. "Doug have you got anyone in the audience rooting for you?"

"Yes. My wife Gale and our two daughters Becky and Barb," Doug said pointing to the third row where his family set watching. He also saw a camera sweep over to get a good shot of them, and there was some more applause from the audience.

"Wonderful," the MC said turning away from Doug and looking out into the main center stage camera. "We're going to take a break now. When we come back it will be time for Angie and Doug's big moment, so stick around." Theme music played, and a sign off stage was held up for audience applause. Everyone applauded wildly, and the studio cameras moved around to their fade out positions.

Soon the studio lights went low and the music abruptly cut off. Off stage the director gave the cut sign, and the MC relaxed some and turned around to face Angie and Doug.

"Ok guys we'll be back in two minutes. You both ready?"

Angie took Doug's hand in hers and smiled over at the MC with the perfect white teeth again. "We're all set, Hal."

Hal put an arm around both of them, gathering them into a little huddle on the stage. "Angie has been through the script and knows what to do. Doug just relax and have fun, and let Angie take over as soon as we come back on air. There isn't sound on the bedroom stage so you can talk to each other there. If you need to give each other a little guidance that'll work out fine."

Angie took Doug's other hand in hers and looked up at him. Doug had the feeling that she had never really seen him before when the cameras were rolling and that now she was looking him over for the first time.

"No erectile dysfunctions?" Angie asked him. He shook his head dumbly, having not the first clue how to respond. "How about premature?" she asked.

"Premature?" he repeated her question not understanding.

"How quick do you come?" she prodded in a business like fashion.

"I don't know," he answered vaguely.

"Try and last as long as you can. In most of the positions we'll be using I'll be able to control everything. So if you feel like you're getting ready to come let me know and I'll be able to hold you back for a little while."

"All right," Doug said, and he could feel his heart starting to beat very fast.

The lights were slowly starting to come back up and the theme music had started playing in the background. The director came out from behind the stage and motioned to Angie and Doug to follow him. One of the big walls of the sound stage was revolving around on its axis and an enormous round bed with black satin sheets was contained on this set. Mirrors were set up on each side of the set, and some fake candle light was flickering to the side of the bed. This was the bedroom set and it turned around to the audience and Angie and Doug were led up a couple of stairs and out onto the set. 

"I want you to both take your shoes off and Doug you also take off your socks," the director ordered them. "Then climb into the bed and position yourself right up there in the middle. When you get in position I want you to put your arm around Angie's shoulder Doug. We've got cameras positioned at three hundred and sixty degrees so don't worry about angles. We're on in twenty seconds."

Angie stepped out of her high heels and hopped up onto the big round bed, getting positioned in the center as per instruction. Doug had no trouble slipping off his loafers, but his shaking hands gave him a hard time when he set on the edge of the bed to take off his socks. He finally got the socks off and threw them to the side of the stage. An assistant director rushed over and took their shoes and socks off stage. Doug hurriedly crawled up over the bed and to Angie with two seconds to spare. He sat there in a daze and Angie picked up his hand and placed it around her shoulder. He could smell her expensive perfume and it was really very nice. She was already wearing her big white stage smile and didn't really see Doug anymore.

"Welcome back to Who Wants To Have Sex With A Movie Star." The MC spoke into the camera with a friendly smile on his face. The audience had again been queued for applause and they were giving it loudly. "This is the big moment that America has been waiting for. Angie and Doug are already in our bedroom set, and already in bed…" There was a loud and accusing ooooooohhhhhhhhh from the audience. "The wait is finally over. Here are Angie and Doug!"

The lights went down very low, and the MC stepped out of the picture. There was expectant applause from the audience and then a heavy silence as the cameras zeroed in on the round bed and onto Angie and Doug.

Angie put her arms around Doug and brought him in for a passionate kiss full on the mouth. His other arm came up and circled around her, and he opened his mouth to receive her tongue on top of his. Her breath was so pure and fresh. He breathed her into his open mouth and explored her mouth with his own tongue. His hands began to massage her back as their embrace lasted for a good minute. He felt beneath the light fabric of her top and could tell she was not wearing a bra.

She kissed around his neck and nibbled on his right ear lobe. Doug thought how soft she was and sure in her movements. He knew he was just a prop to her and this sex just another scene, but he didn't care. He had been the winner of the contest and this was his prize. Suddenly he lost all his previous nervousness and became assertive. He wanted to take his prize.

"Take my top off me, Doug," Angie whispered breathlessly in his ear.

Doug ran his hands down to the small of her back and was quick to comply. He moved up under her shirt with his hands, feeling her soft flesh for the first time. Lifting her shirt up across her chest she raised her arms in the air and he brought the top off of her. Her naked chest made Doug's heart skip a beat. Her breasts, which had probably been the beneficiaries of much cosmetic work, were perfect. They weren't huge, but were so firm that they had practically no give to them. Her nipples were a dark red and protruded straight out from the fleshy mounds with pride. Her chest and stomach were nicely tanned and complemented the long blonde hair that fell over her slender shoulders.

Doug didn't even move for a moment he just took in the sight of her.

"Touch my breasts honey and them put my nipples in your mouth," she commanded him in a gentle whisper.

Doug obeyed, bringing up a hand to feel the left mound. It was hard, but the skin surrounding it was soft and tanned. He felt her nipples. They stuck out an inch from the center of each breast. For a glorious moment he had a hand massaging each of her breasts. Then she repositioned herself on the bed and brought his head down to suckle them.

His mouth greedily went over each breast, wetting them with his saliva. He was a little embarrassed, but he was actually drooling on her. He licked her nipples with his tongue, and then closed his lips over one of them and sucked it full into his mouth. His arms went around her back and he held her breast to his mouth, sucking and sucking harder. He kissed up her chest and her neck, wetting her cheeks with kisses. Then he looked her in the eye.

"How am I doing?" He asked her as he squeezed a breast in his free hand.

"You're doing great," she said, and Doug thought she really meant this. "You can hold me tighter, baby. I won't break."

This encouragement was all he needed to return to her nipples and take them back in his mouth. He sucked on them with a strength that surprised him. She had put perfume all over her body and her fragrance alone was enough to send him off on a one-way course to orgasmic pleasure.

She had his head cradled in her arms and was brushing back his hair as he sucked on her nipples. "Now it's time for you to take my skirt off."

Doug reluctantly pulled himself away from those two perfect mounds. But then when he looked down at the lower half of her body he thought there were probably many delights in store down there, too. He slid his hands slowly down her sides and her hips and reached for the top of her skirt, still playing kisses around her left breast.

"It just pulls down. Put your hands inside it and pull it down to my ankles," she instructed him.

Just as he was told to do Doug reached inside the skirt and began to lower it down her legs. To get a better grip his right hand moved around behind her and he felt her ass cheeks. They were smooth and soft. She was wiggling her tight little ass as he took off her final garment and her graceful little movements made his already stiff penis throb against the inside of his pants.

Her pubic mound was shaved clean. No under garments protected her after the skirt was pulled down. Her vaginal lips were parted and visible between her legs. He pulled the skirt down past her knees and then her ankles and feet. He pulled it away from her and Doug had his very own naked nineteen-year-old movie star lying on the bed next to him.

He ran lusty hands quickly up and down her thin and long legs, admiring the almost brown tan. His hands ran along her hips and one went behind to her ass and found a firm little cheek to touch and squeeze. He could smell what he assumed must be vaginal lubricant in her pussy, and looking between her slightly parted legs he could see moistness glistening from the stage lighting.

She gave her million dollar white toothed smile to him.

"Now you eat me out," Angie said quoting from the script she remembered in her mind. "I put cherry flavored lube in me so you should like the taste." And saying this she leaned back all the way on the bed, swung her pelvis around to him and spread her legs wide. "Have fun, sweetheart," she told him.

Doug was quickly and urgently between those two accommodating young legs. He didn't want to waste a second of this reward. First he inserted his index finger inside her to get the feel of her. She was almost too slippery with all of the lube, but at least penetration wouldn't be a problem. He ran a couple of fingers around her outer lips, tracing their route around the tiny hole. With his other hand her gently stroked her inner thigh, amazed to see that even down here she was just as tanned as everywhere else.

When he moved his head down to her pubic area he was overcome with a powerful scent coming out of her. It did smell faintly like cherries, and he wondered what it would taste like. She was so wet with the clear liquid that it was even glistening off her inner thighs.

Attentively he stuck his tongue out and gave a lick of her vaginal lips. This was a cherry taste, and it did taste pretty damn good. He began to lick her as if her vagina was a lollypop. Then he began to slurp, the cherry flavored lube coming into his mouth and down his throat. The taste of it and the aroma between her legs became so strong he thought he might pass out at one point.

Doug's tongue found her clit and worked on bringing it out and into his mouth, the dainty little fold feeling warm and gooey inside his mouth. She kept her legs spread for him and let him go exploring her nether region for two minutes. Then the script called for them to move on.

Angie pushed him away, closed her legs and set up next to him on the bed. "Time for me to undress you now, hon," she told him.

Obediently he allowed her to unbutton his shirt. She kissed her way down his chest as she did so. She slid the shirt off his shoulder and spent a few seconds playing with his nipples and stroking the hair on his chest. Then she kissed a line down his belly and her tongue came out and traced around his navel. 

She unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and shorts down in a long and graceful motion that exposed his seven-inch, fully erect penis to national television. She carefully laid his penis down across his belly and finished pulling off his pants and underwear. Then she crawled up his body seductively, letting both their nude forms scrap against each other.

She soon arrived back at his cock head and brought it up in her palm. Her tongue came out of her mouth and darted along the top, licking it. Then she moved it up and licked along the bottom, her tongue making it all the way to the base, into his black pubic hair and out across his tightly scrunched balls.

With one hand she gently cupped his balls. With the other she held the base of his cock. She looked up at him and had a serious face as she met his eye. "Can you take head for a minute and a half with out ejaculating?" she asked, her husky voice resonating against the underside of his penis.

"No… I don't think I can..." was his breathless and honest reply.

"No problem sweetie. I'm just going to deep throat you a couple of times, but we've got some more to do, and I don't want you to come yet." Saying this she sucked his penis fully into her mouth and pushed down to the base, slowing taking every inch of him inside her warm mouth with those big pouting lips.

She took his cock out of her mouth and looked back up at him. "Still doing okay?"

"This is great Angie… You're great. But honestly I can't last much longer. I'm just about ready to blow."

She gave his penis a couple of more playful little licks with her tongue. "Have you ever jacked off when you were thinking about me, Doug?" she asked.

"Oh yeah."

"Did you imagine yourself having intercourse with me?"

"I did."

She moved her naked body across him and kissed him on the lips. "Your dreams about to come true honey."

Angie scooted back up on the bed and motioned for Doug to follow her. Doug got up on his knees, holding his engorged penis in his hand. Angie laid back on a group of satin pillows bringing up her knees and looking at Doug to give him her final instructions. 

"This is it, honey. Try and stay inside me for at least a minute, but it's not a big deal if you can't. The important thing is not to come inside of me. When you feel yourself getting ready to come pull out of me and move up to my face. I'll open my mouth and I want you to aim for the back of my throat. Again, it's not a big deal if you miss and hit my face or some other part. The important thing is to pull out before you climax so that the audience can see you coming on me. All right?"

Doug's heart was about to pound out of his chest now. All of his nervousness had suddenly returned and for a horrible moment he was afraid he might loose his erection and had to let the underside of his cock rest against her knee to put some feeling back into it. He nodded at her that he understood what he was supposed to do.

Angie spread her legs. Doug got between her outstretched legs and slowly lowered himself down to her. He was holding his penis out before him. After he was almost there Angie took the cock out of his hands and guided it towards her waiting vagina. She inserted his tip inside her and let him pump once to get penetration.




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Doug felt himself sliding down into the deliciously lathered loins of Angie. He pumped one time to get all the way inside of her. Positioning himself above her on his arms he looked down into her eyes.

"You ok, Doug?" she asked and sounded like she was really concerned.

"I'm fine. Got my second wind I think," he said as he started to move inside of her.

She looked pleased with this. "Great," she said. "Pound me as hard as you can, sweetie."

"Will do, ma'm," Doug replied, and stared to move his hips back and forth. His penis rammed into her. Soon he developed a rhythm in his thrusting and this felt good and sent all thoughts about a premature ejaculation speeding from his mind. Now all he had to do was concentrate on the feeling of Angie's tight little vaginal walls contracting around his thrusting penis.

She spread her legs wide for him, and Doug on his part repositioned himself at a higher angle above her in order to bring his penetration home deeper and quicker and harder. He was actually starting to do a pretty credible job of banging her and even as he pounded into her entrance again and again, his balls banging against her buttocks, he felt a sense of pride in himself at his own performance. After all his wife and daughters were watching and he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of them. They had often set in their own living room watching the guys prematurely come over the guest star and Doug remembered the whole family laughing at the poor bastards who suffered this fate. 

Doug pounded Angie and she rotated her hips to meet his urgent thrusts. Angie brought her arms up around his shoulders and started holding him tight and even pinching his skin. He took his eyes off his ramming cock long enough to look down her body and into her face. He saw a different Angie under him now. This was an Angie that had lost some of her composure and was less of an actor now and more of an actual participant with him. Her mouth was coming open and letting out a low and deep felt moaning. She kicked his naked behind with her feet as if prodding him to dive deeper and harder into her.

"Doug… I think I'm… coooooooooming!!!!!!!!!" she shouted and stared to scream.

This wasn't in the script.

Doug arched his back and pounded her with all his strength, showing her no mercy. He reached down and held her wiggling and squirming hips and brought her onto his jabbing cock tight and hard. He could feel her vaginal muscles contracting around him, and now felt her female juices mix with the artificial cherry lubrication. Doug felt a sense of accomplishment and pride as he had never felt before in his life. He had actually given Angie from the TV show his whole family loved to watch an orgasm. And not just an orgasm, a screaming strong, deeply felt orgasm.

Now in complete control Doug enjoyed his last few minutes of intercourse with her. Then he felt his own climax threatening again, but gratefully this time he did not have to fight it off, but his mission accomplished, could give himself to it, and enjoy it fully.

Doug took a last few thrusts up inside her womb, and then lifted himself off of her. He got to his knees above her and straddled her, one knee on each side of her now quivering shoulders, and his naked butt sitting right atop her chest, her chin tickling the underside of his balls. He moved his dick down and onto her face. He now had a good look at her face. Angie was worn out from their sex. She was panting and sweating, and he could tell she suddenly did not like the idea of having him ejaculate on her face. The removed composure of the actress had been totally swept away by the intensity of the coupling.

"Open your mouth, Angie," Doug told her. "I need to come in your mouth remember."

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. He brought his cock about three inches from her mouth with the tip aimed straight for the back of her throat. He gave himself a long stroke beneath the cock head and down to the base. This brought him to climax. He arched his back and ejaculated right into her mouth. Bulls-eye! He shot three long strings of white sperm down her throat. A few after drops dripped from his penis and down onto her chin. He milked himself above her until he got every last drop to come out. 

Doug's orgasm had been nice and strong, but it could not compete with the feeling of satisfaction he had at looking down onto the cum soaked face of his famous young partner, and seeing her now utter lack of composure that he knew he and his trusty old penis had caused her.

The audience applauded his performance, and the theme music started to come back up again, bright lights returning to the stage. Doug looked out into the audience and saw his wife and children. They were all three on their feet and cheering his performance. His wife mouthed the words "I love you," and gave him a thumbs up sign. He waved to his daughters and blew a kiss to his wife as he crawled off of Angie and headed back to his old daily life.



Want to Play



Ok everyone this is a new story I'm putting out and I hope you guys enjoy it. Don't worry I'm not going to stop working on the story between Nick and Nynia, but I wanted to write this one while I had the idea in my head. Hope you guys like it and don't forget to send feedback it's very helpful. And sorry if it's too short, but what's good sex without a little teasing first? :)

Adam walked into the Devils' Playground tattoo shop. His business was the best tattoo shop in town and he'd be damned if he let someone ruin him. But the people who tried to make his business look bad had paid for it. He smiled over at his two co-workers and best friends, Max and Derrick. Max had red hair with hazel eyes and was the wild one of the three. Derrick had ice-blond hair that fell into his silver eyes and always made the ladies sigh around them. They were just your run of the mill bad asses with nothing to do, but start trouble.

"Hey boss you bone anything good lately?" Max asked as he pulled a sheet a paper out of his pocket. "It's going on three days and counting. Ashley and I have been fucking for a pretty long time and I don't think you're going to win this time."

Derrick, the quiet one, also pulled a piece of paper out of his shirt pocket and turned a shit eating grin on Max. "Well I've been having sex with Chantal for about...two weeks."

Max turned to glare at Derrick before he muttered "bastard" under his breath. Adam smiled at the two before he pulled his sheet of paper out. He looked at both of them innocently.

"Damn Derrick you might've had a chance, but I'm sorry to say that me and Katy have been fucking for a month." Derrick and Max looked at Adam with disdain before they pulled a hundred dollars out of each of their pockets. Adam smiled at both of them while they glared. It was a little game they played all the time. They never saw themselves as men who believed in committing to one woman. Occasionally they would pick up women that they performed tattoos on and other times it was the ever faithful bar.

Adam walked behind the front desk, while Derrick and Max went and dealt with their clients. He sat down and observed the pile of work he had to do before he could get to the job he wanted to do. He thought back to when he saw Nick the other week and the way the man had been fascinated over his new found treasure. Why the hell can't I find someone like that?

Erica was always the timid black girl at the back of the class. The innocent virgin, until last week that is. She thought she had found the one, the person she'd been waiting to give her virginity to and he'd taken it alright. Her first time lasted a whopping 2mins 45secs and she wasn't even the first of them to go to sleep. Now that she was free of her virginity she felt she deserved the chance to try something new. She stopped in front of the tattoo shop. She'd made sure to research the practices of the place before she finally picked it as the one to go to. The words "Devils' Playground" glowed in red above the shop. She pushed her glasses up on her nose and walked into the establishment. She saw the man behind the desk and instantly got wet.

"Welcome to the Devils' Playground. How can we mark you?" His deep, dark voice ran over her body and made her instantly aroused. Her nipples hardened beneath the tight white t-shirt she had on and her pussy started to become wet. The man behind the desk stood up and stared at her through bright green eyes. He was an easy 6'7'' with long, thick black hair that framed a beautiful face. His body was covered in black, tribal tattoos that only added to the raw sexual appeal he held. She lowered her eyes and saw a pair of perfect legs covered in black jeans. This man was a freaking warrior she thought. She raised her eyes back up his body to his face and she saw the sexiest grin on a man she'd ever seen. It didn't help that he had a dimple in his left cheek. She had to bite her lip from groaning, but then she raised her eyes to meet his. A perfectly arched brow was raised over his eye. 

Whoever this woman was she was going to be the death of him. She had cute little glasses on her face, but they only added to her beauty. She had chocolate eyes that were raised at the tip. A small face that held two pouty lips that were made for kissing. Her coke bottle body was small, but the tight t-shirt and jeans held a lovely pair of assets that he wouldn't mind playing with. 

He smiled at her while she took her time admiring him. "Can I help you in anyway?"

Erica looked up in shock at the man who was mocking her. She smiled shyly at him.

"I came to get a tattoo, a really small tattoo." She said nervously.

"Damn, I'm sorry babe, but we don't do tattoos." He had to stop from laughing when she looked at him in shock. Then she began to laugh at him. "I have a book of designs here if you wanted to decide or I could an original for you." He imagined her wearing one of his designs and nearly came in his pants.

"Well I'm not good at deciding so...I'll let you freestyle on me." Erica felt her cheeks go hot as she let the last part loose. That could mean anything, but he took it for the professional meaning.

"If you follow me this way I'll be able to help you." She followed the man to a small room that held a dentists' chair and a rolling stool inside. She observed all of the tattoo equipment and began to get nervous. No there's no going back remember. It's all or nothing. Erica sat down in the chair and gripped the arm rests. She watched as he sat his large form next her and it was all she could do not to jump on him and ride him into the night.

"So sweetheart what's your name and what brings a good girl like you to this shop?" He asked her mainly because he wanted to know, but also to calm her down. She bit on her lip before she answered him. 

"I'm Erica and I'm here because I'm tired of being the good girl." She looked into his green eyes and he smiled at her. She had to catch her breath because of his raw sexual power. 

"Well Erica I'm Adam and I'd love to help you become a bad girl." They both laughed at each other. He started the machine and Erica watched in horror at the speed the needle was going. 

"Well where do you want your tattoo." Erica unconsciously pointed to her right hip and raised her shirt. She wore jean that were low on her hips so she wouldn't have to worry about pushing them down. 

"Wait how badly does this hurt." She blurted out into the room. Adam tilted his head to one side before he looked at Erica and shrugged his shoulders.

She looked at him in horror and watched as the needle slowly came in contact with her skin. She felt as if she were being stung by red ants over and over again, but she couldn't move because the tattoo would mess up. She closed her eyes and got ready to hang on for the ride, but the pain started to turn into...pleasure? Her hip became numb, but the machine created a sensation that left her wanting more. She looked down at her hip and saw Adams' head inches away from her wet pussy. His head was so close to her that she could feel his breath.

Adam knew she was getting turned on by the tattoo, but it was taking everything in him to focus on getting this right. He moved his hand over her body creating intricate curves and lines that added to the beauty of her body. The tribal design was one he'd designed years ago, but he hadn't found the right person to try it on. He was close to finishing her tattoo when he felt fingers run through his hair. He looked up and gazed into Ericas' face. She began to lean forward beckoning him to claim her mouth, but instead he quickly looked away and began to finish her tattoo.

Erica looked away in shame. Who was she to think that some man, white man at that, actually wanted her? She felt cold and numb all over as Adam finished her tattoo. When he'd finished she got up to leave, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her in for a kiss. Adam stuck his tongue deep inside her mouth and played with her tongue. He flicked and stroked the inside of her mouth making her moan. He reached down and grabbed her ass in both his hands. He slapped each cheek before he massaged away the pain he caused. 

Erica was on the verge of cumming from this man. He broke the kiss off and stared down at her through hooded eyes. She licked her swollen lips which caused him to moan in pleasure. He turned away to right something on a piece of paper and she noticed it was his number. He stalked up to her and pushed her up against the wall. 

"You said you were tired of being a good girl, but you're still one of them. You want to be experienced; well those men that you're dating aren't going to help in any way. But when you want to play you can call me." He opened up the door and she walked out slowly, but not before she turned around and looked at him. Let the games begin.