0 comments/ 18033 views/ 1 favorites Letters From A Traveller Ch. 1 By: Lyon Dear John I had a bit of an adventure in Vanuatu three or four weeks ago. I was staying at the La Lagon resort (thank god the company pays!) and was having a quiet drink by the pool and watching a wedding down on the beach. It must be a popular thing - lots of Aussies apparently come over to get married there. It was only a small wedding party - you know how it goes, the bride and groom, the best man and his partner, the best girl and her partner, and the parents and grandparents (well, three of them). In this case, the bride's parents were split, the father had his second wife, the mother was by herself. After the ceremony they all came up and had a few drinks by the pool, then went off to get changed and came back for the feast (at which stage I left for a dinner in Vila) and then went back to drinking by the pool again. When I came back at around 11pm having been bored out of my mind by Melanesian politics, they were still going - the grandparents had departed, one set of parents had gone, and the father of the bride was just going. The rest of the group were now in swimming costumes and playing around in the pool. The brides mother was sitting up by the bar, watching everything. I actually went to the bar to get a bottle of water, but stopped to exchange pleasantries with the mother (Jane). She reminded me of those women you see in English TV programmes set in the late 1800 - early 1900 period. Erect carriage, slim build, pale face etc - elegant I think is the right word. She was around fifty and carried her age well, and she spoke in those nice rounded tones that people who have had expensive schooling and genteel lives use. When you are alone for a while, you tend to take any opportunity for a chat with someone who is interesting. We discussed Australia, the pacific, racism (Australians, in general, are quite racist and don't know it), sexism (same comment), big brother attitudes of NZ and Australia to the islands and all sorts of things. Eventually, we started to get into personal things, about being away from home and friends and family. We got onto her marriages and divorces (the first one - the father here - had been quite bitter because he played around while never completely satisfying her - and of course, I couldn't let an opportunity like that go by - and made some comment about satisfying a partners need was gratifying in itself). Long story cut short - we ended up in my room together. I was moving down her body, using my mouth to tease and lick and got to her nipples and I bit one of them, pulling it up at the same time - and got a really good groan out of her. At the same time she dug her nails into my sides, where before she had been stroking me. I moved a knee up into her crotch, pushing it up against her, and bit a little harder - again the groan, and she forced herself hard against my leg. I put my hand on her other breast (quite small, so not too saggy with age, but with big nipples) and squeezed. She started really forcing herself against my leg. I moved my mouth over her breast, and sucking as much of it up as I could I bit hard. Same reaction. One of her hands had found my nipples and was working hard on it, all the time she was humping my leg, I could feel the wetness on me. It is my experience that, if someone does something to you, it is probably something they like done to them. I went to work on her nipples, torturing them with teeth and fingers. Soon she was leaving me alone and just going crazy against my leg. I wasn't rude enough to ask when the last time she had had sex was, but it seemed like there was an awful lot stored up. After the first time she came, I went back to moving down her body - mouth and hands stuff, and she came again almost as soon as I started teasing her inner thighs. When I went to work with fingers and tongue on her clit, she was away again, I think I am lucky she didn't break my nose. By this time I had been rock hard for fifteen or twenty minutes and was dripping pre-cum all over the place. I thought it was about time that I let some of the pressure out, and moved up so I could insert myself. I kissed her, and was surprised by how hard she came back at me, really hard bruising kisses, nails digging into my back and side. But as I manoeuvred to enter her, she kept it away from me, twisting, moving a leg up, bumping me up with her chest and stomach. I wasn't quite sure what was going on - perhaps she just didn't want me in her. Then she broke the kiss, smiled and said that if I wanted to get in, I would have to make her. I thought, OK, she's fifty, I'm a male in good shape, not a problem. I said she was slim, but the truth is that after she divorced she must have spent every hour in the gym. All the time up to now I could have been with a thirty year old, she didn't have much sag or fat anywhere, and she was quite toned in her muscle development. She was quite strong. I thought I would force a knee between her thighs, spread her and be in. Wrong. She twisted out from under me quite easily. We were both sweating, and she was slippery. I was going to have to take a different approach. I came back at her, we were both smiling, me kneeling on the bed, she starting to sit up. As I grabbed for her she rolled off the bed and stood beside it. She put a finger between her legs and then up to her lips - I just about came on the spot. She put it back between her legs and then offered it out to me. As I went forward for it she leaned forward and whacked me across my erection with her other hand. God that hurt. It stopped thoughts of coming though! I went back across the bed to the wall side of it. She was on the open side, and now I had a plan. I walked around the end of the bed, so she went back on it. As I got on the end of the bed, she went across to the other, wall, side. I kept going across the bed and so I had her trapped in the corner of the room. I put my hand out like I was going to touch her pubic hair, and as her hands came down I grabbed both her wrists and pulled her onto the bed. She squirmed and fought, but I managed to get her face down on the bed with both arms behind her. I didn't have anything to tie them with, so I had to hold them. I got them both in one hand and squeezed tight - which must of hurt but her moans weren't wholly about pain. I moved back and tried to force my knee between the back of her legs - but she twisted and wriggled. I slapped her arse quite hard. She wriggled some more so I slapped it harder. My knee found it's way through, then the second one and I used my legs to force hers apart. But she was on her front and was pressing her stomach down, denying me access to her. I reached under her and lifted her up, pulling her back so her body came up on my upper thighs as I sat back on my heels. She twisted and wriggled so I slapped her arse again for a couple of times. She was face down on the bed, thighs either side of my middle, stomach on my thighs. I reached down and forced my cock into the space between us and between her lips and into her. I thrust forward and went all the way in. I took a wrist in each of my hands and pulled back, so she was impaled against me. She wasn't wriggling now, just grinding. But I had no purchase, and even though I was in her, it wasn't a great position, and she really didn’t have much to grind on. I slapped her arse again and told her to get on her knees. She just forced herself further back, so I slapped it again, hard, and she started to come again, I could feel her rippling against my cock. I waited until she subsided then twisted her arm and told her to get on her knees. I waited until she had her weight on them before I stopped twisting. I took both wrists in one hand and re-entered her, one full thrust. I put my other hand under her, down her stomach and found her clit. It was quite swollen from my sucking and her excitement, I could squeeze it between my fingers. I rubbed it, hard, as I pulled her back against me. I let go her wrists and slapped her arse again. I let my hand stay on her and then my finger found her arse, and I started playing with that. She put her hands on the bed and went doggie style, then tried to pull away. I squeezed her clit, really hard, and told her to stay still like a good girl. By now I was very close to exploding. I rubbed her clit, forced a finger into her arse, and held my cock all the way in her, not daring to move around in her too much. Her head started shaking as she reacted to my fingers, I could feel her getting sweatier and could feel her tremors and she started really groaning. I could feel those internal ripples again as she came again. I started pumping in and out as hard as I could, slamming into her, reaching around and grabbing her breasts and pulling her to me. Wow. We spent two more nights together. Her daughter wasn't too shocked, but she did get to the ex-husband though. The crowning glory for her was when we met him one of the few times we went out of the room together. I love sailing, so we took one of the cats for a run round the lagoon. He was out there (by himself) and as we floated by (very little wind), she started giving me a blow job as I sat there. I pulled her on top of me and she sat facing me, pulled her swimsuit aside and mounted me, and attached herself to my mouth with one of her hard kisses. I will always remember his open mouthed look of amazement. She later told me that it was the sweetest revenge she could have thought of. The whole time we were there I didn't do any bondage, but she liked the rape game, we even did it with us both fully dressed, which ruined a couple of shirts and was really quite hard work. The last time we did it, she was trying to knee me in the groin and all sorts of things. She really liked getting and giving pain. I have only just got rid of a set of teeth marks on the inside of my thigh - now there is something that hurts! She had never had anal play before and got quite excited by it. For her first time I let her sit on me but didn't play an anal rape game, explaining that she could really damage herself and she needed to be in control for this. When we did the clothed game, I made her suck me until I was hard again, and forced her to lie flat on her stomach and took her anally, clothed, her hands trapped underneath her (I suspect playing with herself). I don't know what it is, but there is something really erotic about being taken anally, face down, clothed. Perhaps I was influenced by Last Tango in Paris? I have had it a couple of times from male partners and it really gets me hot. She found it the same way. Must away - time to pack and think about tomorrow. Let me know how things are. erectly yours, L Letters From A Traveller Ch. 2 Dear John, Sorry it has been so long since I wrote, – I have not forgotten you. I hope we can still meet when I return early next year. You asked about my experiences, so I thought I would tell you about another man I met on the net..... We arranged to have a session over lunchtime on the following Tuesday. Our net contact had confirmed that we both enjoyed playing both sub and Dom roles, and when we discussed limits, they stopped at more or less the same place when it came to one-off meetings (no unprotected body fluids, no marks, no public humiliation risk etc). We also both enjoyed doing things with an element of anticipation or surprise, both giving and taking. We decided that he would be dominant. The submissive waits in a room, naked and blindfolded. The dominant enters and can play with and use the submissive in any way within the limits. A safety word would always be used (this is a word that, when used by the submissive, stops all play and allows discussion about what is happening and what might be a consequence – it is very handy when things start getting out of your comfort zone). The question was – where? He suggested a room at a local hotel, so I walked in saying I was in town for a day, and just needed a place to relax for two or three hours before my next meeting, have a shower, etc. They do day rates so I got a room for around $30. I went to the room and called his mobile giving him the room number. I undressed, put a mask over my eyes, and stood in the middle of the room, facing away from the unlocked door. It is surprising what a period of waiting can do to your mind. Every set of footsteps up and down the passage outside the door could have been him. Some cleaners came down the hall with their trolley – what if they stopped and came in not knowing the room had been recently taken? I got excited thinking about what was to come, then as I became anxious about whether he had forgotten the room number or had decided he could not do it my excitement would flag and I would become nervous. He took a long time – probably only 15 minutes, but it certainly made me go through the whole emotional gamut. He timed his entry well, too. A whole lot of people were coming along the passage, talking and laughing, and he walked just behind them, so I didn't really hear him come in, just a slight breeze on my back and the click of the door being closed. Again, a long period of waiting, so I was not sure whether he had come in or not. I jumped when he first touched me. I had given a lot of thought to his first moves during my wait – would he caress me, hit or hug me, or erotically touch me gently? As it turned out, none of these. He made me undress him. Undressing someone blindfolded does not seem too hard when you think about it, but buttons are round the wrong way, belts go in different directions, shoelaces are funny knots. He gave me absolutely no help, I even had to lift his legs to take off shoes and trousers and underpants. As I took an item off, he would take it from me and move away to put it somewhere and when he came back he would be facing a different way or further away from me and I would have to find him, remember where I was at and then take off the next bit. I took off the underpants last, having a bit of a grope as I did – he had a very nice bulge by this time. He took some time to come back, and when he did, he was behind me. He stood close, and I could feel his cock resting against the crack of my buttocks. He reached around me, and took each of my hands. I was getting excited, what would he want me to do? Not what I expected. He placed my arms at my sides and, fastening his belt around my waist and forearms pinned them there. He stood close behind me again, a bit harder against my crack now. He pushed his knees into the hollow behind my knees and I sank to the floor as he moved back. He walked around me and I could feel him in front of me. I knelt, head bowed, and waiting. He had not spoken (he didn't speak more than three words for the whole time), and I just had to wait. His hand touched the top of my head, grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled me to an upright kneeling position. Using my hair, he moved my face to his cock. As he moved my head, sometimes squeezing the hand holding the hair to add a bit of reminder that he was in charge, the head of his cock ran over my face. It was against a cheek, and then pushing against my blindfold, and then the whole length pushed hard against me from ear to mouth, with his balls against my lips. He put the very tip against my nose, between the nostrils, the hole rubbing against the piece that divides the nostrils, wet with pre-cum. He moved his hips and then it was as if he was going to try to force himself into my nostril, hand gripping my hair so hard that I gasped. Then the tip was on my lips, which parted readily. He moved my head away and then pulled it back with the side of his cock against my lips. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue and lips along his shaft as he moved me around by my hair. Once or twice he let the head into my mouth as he changed sides, but not far or for long. Then I got it all, slowly pushing through my lips, into my mouth, and he kept pushing it in slowly. I couldn't move my head back to catch my breath, it just kept coming. I just had to keep pushing my tongue out and make my throat swallow as he went further and further in. He seemed to go on forever as it slowly drove forward. Soon I felt his stomach on my forehead and his balls on my chin. My eyes were watering with fighting down the gag reflex and I felt like I was going to choke and throw up and yet I was excited too. He pulled completely out and then let the tip rest on my lips again. To me, with the blindfold, the whole world was about touch. His hand in my hair was forgotten, everything centred on his tip on my lips. Would he make me take him all again? He released my hair and moved away. I was shaking with the excitement and tension. I heard him moving around, and then he was back. A gentle hand under my chin lifting me full erect on my knees again. Again the cock on my lips, this time with that peculiar latex and spermicide smell of condoms. Rather than have him jam it down my throat without a lubricating coat of saliva, I quickly pushed my mouth over the head, putting as much moisture on it as I could before he forced it into me. I had done it for a few seconds before he placed his hands behind my head. No hair this time – he just pushed himself into my throat by leaning forward and holding my head steady. A bit faster this time, again right in. Even with the saliva, I could feel the condom gripping at my throat. He slowly pulled back, and pushed forward again - faster than the first time, but still quite carefully and slowly. This time there was less friction from the condom, and it was a bit more comfortable even with the feeling of having it shoved all the way in. But he was completely in his control. I was kneeling, with him over me, and with my hands securely fastened to my side (the belt was so tight I couldn't even move my hands back or forward) there was no way I could get up - even if I wanted to – without his co-operation. I could not fall away because of his hands on my head. He started to fuck my mouth, sometimes all the way in, sometimes not. Sucking someone is fun, but being fucked there is another matter. Being so helpless, I just had to put up with it. I felt like my throat was being drilled out. I wondered if he was damaging me. I let him continue without any protest, he had made me feel so submissive and powerless. He could use me and I would not stop him. It didn't last too long, on one stroke he simply stopped when he was out of my mouth. His hand tightened on my hair and he pulled me to my feet. That hurt. But his hand on my cock soon had me excited again. He moved behind me again, and standing behind me started to fondle my nipples. He pressed close against me with his cock erect against my crack. As his hand moved further down, I showed a rising excitement. He squeezed, pulled, stroked and pushed me. Twice I almost exploded, but he stopped me as he sensed it. The first time he drew my whole attention away by pulling down on my nipple so hard that I thought he would rip it off. The second time he gripped a handful of hair and pulled my head back, before turning me and thrusting me suddenly across the room. I staggered forward, the abrupt change from excitement to this headlong rush with no control over my arms very unsettling. I was mentally and physically off balance by the time my legs hit the bed and I thumped face down on it. Even then, it wasn't the soft bedspread that I fell on, but the coarse roughness of very dry cheap hotel towels. I lay face down, diagonally across the bed, head over one side and feet over the other. I waited while he moved around, rummaging in a bag and then walking to the door. I didn't hear him come back, but suddenly he fell on top of me, at the same time his legs forcing my apart. He moved and I felt his well-lubricated cock slide down my crack and the tip come to rest against my ass. My hips rose involuntarily as he pushed. As when he forced my throat, he was not brutal, just slowly persistent. The feeling as he entered was amazing, and then he shifted position a little and drove himself right in, quite quickly. I groaned loudly and his hand came around and covered my mouth. He could feel my hips responding to his movement, and I rubbed myself against the roughness of the towels. I felt him quicken and thrust deeper as he came, driving deep and exhaling loud grunts in my hair. I kept moving, trying to bring myself off as he moved away. He came back - I thought to get his belt - but instead he leant his weight on my ass, stopping me from moving. I felt a hand stroke my buttocks while applying some more lube to my ass. I felt a hard narrow object against me. As it was slipped in, it rapidly got wider. His hand slipped under my stomach and raised my hips as he pushed in the butt plug. The widest bit really stretched me, and he wasn't gentle. I sighed in absolute relief as my ass closed about the narrow shaft. Then he undid the belt pinning my arms. I was full with the huge plug, but he made me stand and he led me across the room. We stopped in the bathroom and he bound my wrists together with the belt. He lifted my bound hands above my head and then walked me slightly backward. He pushed up on the belt, forcing me back, on my toes and against the wall. In a quick movement, he hooked the belt over a coat hook. Now I was hung, back to the wall, toes supporting some of my weight, the belt around my wrists the rest. He was in front of me. Then his hands were all over me, rubbing, squeezing. He pinched and pulled my nipples so hard I thought they were going to come off. His fingers found my mouth and pushed against my lips. When I opened my mouth his fingers went inside my mouth and pulled my tongue out. He forced my legs apart and fondled me, rubbing, squeezing, hard and soft. The touching was random, no pattern, him just playing with me at a whim. Sometimes he hurt me – he pinched the skin under my armpits then pulled down on it. He pulled my lips apart. When I became obviously excited he slapped my genitals. He lifted me off the hook and turned me around, hanging me back on the hook but this time facing the wall. I was like a piece of meat he could do anything with. The wall was cool and very hard. I had to turn my head to the side to avoid squashing my face. He slapped my buttocks a couple of times, not hard, just enough to sting a bit. He was getting hard again, and he went out of the room to put another condom on and a handful of lube too. He came back and slapped my butt a bit more, pushing me roughly - hard against the wall with one hand. He reached down and pulled the plug out. The muscles are in different positions when you are hanging, and the blunt part of the plug seemed to shove my buttocks aside. Before I could return to my normal shape, he jammed his now very hard cock into me again. There was no gentleness now. He simply placed a hand either side of me on the wall, and thrust himself into me again and again. I had no way of stopping myself being pulled away from, and then thrust hard against, the wall. I took all my weight on my arms and one set of toes and brought a knee up to stop the motion. He pulled out and whacked me hard across the buttocks. When my knee went down, he was back in me again. This time, the smack had tightened my buttocks, but his hard thrust forced it's way through and he resumed his rhythm as if he hadn't had to stop. Despite the roughness and the thudding against the wall, I was becoming excited again. But he was just using me, he wasn't interested in my state. When he came he withdrew immediately and then went and started the shower running. I was dangling, ignored. He went to the toilet, casually fondling my buttock as he stood. I heard him showering and drying himself. He left the bathroom and I could hear him getting dressed. He zipped his bag as if he was going to leave. He came into the bathroom, and stood there, casually fondling my buttock again as he slid the condom off the butt plug he had forgotten. He lifted the belt over the hook and took me back to the other room. He slid the tip of the plug across my lips, watching how I eagerly opened my mouth to accept it. He walked away and put the plug in his bag. I was standing, cock erect, in the middle of the room, almost where I had been when he came into the room. He undid the belt and placed my hands by my sides. My cock was very hard. He ran his fingers up the underside then pushed against the hole, wiggling his finger as if he was going to force it down the tube. Pre-cum started seeping out – I was so close. He let the end of the belt dangle against the shaft, swinging away so it softly swung back, then swinging it further away so it came back a bit harder, and a bit further and again, a little harder. It was starting to sting when he stopped. He put the belt through his trouser loops, knelt down and smoothly took the whole of my cock into his throat in one go. He ran his mouth and throat up and down the shaft a couple of times, then withdrew, got up, picked up his bag, walked to the door, and left me there, cock absolutely erect, standing blindfolded in the middle of the floor. We have had a few other sessions too, I will tell you about those later. Looking forward to hearing from you, Lyon Letters From A Traveller Ch. 3 Dear John, Last year I went through Vanuatu, where I had an interesting liaison with a hotel porter. He was a little camp, but not too overt, and when he showed me to my room he asked if there was anything else I needed. I joked, "Anything?" He told me he got off his shift at twelve and I said feel free to come over (they sleep on the premises). I was still working when he knocked quietly. I opened the door and he came in uncertainly - saying he hoped it was still ok to come over. He was about 5ft9 and reasonably solidly built, with quite black skin as you get in the northern Solomons. Like all islanders he smelt of coconut oil and perspiration, something that usually does nothing for me. I said it was fine and what did he like? After a bit of discussion which didn't clarify much except that this was going to be a financial deal (and I paid up front), I reached out and rubbed the front of his trousers, and he moved closer to me and grabbed my hand in his and forced himself against me. I felt him growing and he wasn't all that small. I started unbuttoning his shirt and he moved back and undressed himself. He was all muscle, and so black. His cock was about eight inches long, not too thick but not thin. I moved forward and he started to undress me, t-shirt and shorts don't take long, and then grabbed my cock and started a slow hand job. I didn't feel like kissing him, but he had other ideas. I let my fingers go down his back and find his crack - he was moist there and pressed back against my finger as I explored. His fingers found me, I hadn't prepared in any way, and he was quite rough as he forced two into me. Like I said, I haven't had much play there since I have been away, and he was very forceful. His hand tightened on my cock and I exploded (I always come quickly the first time). Like you, this sometimes causes a turn-off for me, sort of a post orgasm downer. I didn't really get a chance to do anything about this. He rubbed it from my cock onto his hands and down between my legs, around to my arse. He took one of the towels from the end of the bed, spread it out, and made me lie face down on it. He used my come and his pre-cum to lube me, and I was just starting to think about precautions (there is a zero incidence of aids in his part of the Pacific - and I have since tested clean), when he lay down on me and started forcing into me. I wriggled to ease the angle, and pushed back at him, then he was in me and as he went in the dry skin further up his cock caught. He went back a bit, and in a bit, again and again, lubricating himself on my ass fluids before I felt him reach my inner ring. Because he was long, when he went all the way in, he was right against that ring and forcing it. On about the third thrust I must have relaxed a bit and suddenly he went through it, and out of it and through it and out of it - god it was good. He started using full thrusts, I could feel his heavy body slamming into mine and his cock right in me. Like all these things with no lube, sometimes you get a bit sore, so I rolled and said let me suck you. He wanted me on my knees but I got him on his back and then knelt astride his chest. Much better as the curve of the cock matches the curve of the throat that way. I knew the little bit of shit and blood on his cock was mine, so it didn't put me off. Shit smells terrible but on a cock it doesn't turn me off when I am already excited. This big black thing looked and smelt just right. My arse was still wide and humming as I bent over him, one hand between his legs and the other at the base of this lengthy tool, lifting it upright. I slowly licked the top and then went down over it. One of his hands came to the top of my head, the other stroked my arse, the two fingers easily slipping in this time. Gradually I worked my way over the shaft, lower and lower. It was just the right thickness for good comfortable swallowing. As I got deeper I poked my tongue out along the base, which helps my gag reflex relax (I taught myself on a banana). I kept going down and up, down and up, a little further each time. I could see his black muscular legs below me, feel his fingers in me, feel his breath on my growing cock as he tried to go forward to it. I couldn't believe it, I was going to take it all in. Soon I was deep throating him, right to the base of his cock. I could feel it slipping down my throat. His hand on my head gripped my hair and he started to raise his hips to fuck my mouth. It wasn't too long before he exploded into me, and I could feel his spasms in my throat. I let him empty himself into me. Christ, that was good. Now I was hard again, and as he lay back, I stood at the side of the bed and lifted his legs. I am a little thicker than he is, and as I rested against his puckered ass I saw a little bit of concern in his eyes. I pushed forward a bit and he lifted his hips to me, calves against my shoulders. I pushed hard and he started to groan. I moved up, his hips went down, the angle was right, and his ring gave. I love that feeling. I slipped in, slowly but steadily, and felt myself slipping up his insides. I adjusted the angle so there was pressure on the front wall, and that found the spot. There was a mirror above the desk which faced back to the bed. I turned and watched the very white reflection fuck the really black one. He pulled his legs back to his chest and I leant over him, pounding into him now. The reflection in the mirror looked so hot, the two extremes of colour, that I came quite quickly, filling him up. I didn't pull out though, I stayed in him. His tightening ring acting like a cock ring and keeping me erect. I reached down and started playing with his cock, watching it grow in my hand. When it was erect I pulled out and took it in my mouth, covering it with as much saliva as possible. I moved over him and sat on it, letting it slip quickly in and then letting it go right out before sitting on it again. That feeling. Slowly I impaled myself. Taking all of it so I was sitting on his stomach. Again, I felt it go through my inner ring. I just sat on it, feeling it in me, looking at his body and pulling on his nipples. He wanted more and rolled me over so I was on my back, and he was on the floor beside the bed. This time I didn't dry out, and he started fucking me like I had him. Everytime his head went up my front wall it brushed over the prostate and it was like a little jolt of electricity. I closed my eyes and gave in to the feelings. I think I must have had little orgasms for a while before he started fucking faster. A couple of times he pulled right out by accident and he wasn't gentle going back in, either. Then he pulled out and stayed out and let fly a spurt that hit me half way up my chest. I reached up and put the palm of my hand over the head as it continued to spurt, rubbing it and pulling on it to extend the pleasure for him. I held my hand up and he licked his come from it. I was fucked. But my cock was semi rigid again. He rubbed it with his hand, watching as it grew. I stood and turned him around. The back of his thighs were wet with my come running out of his ass. I stood close to his back and bent my knees until my head was at his ass. He tried to bend over, but I held him upright. As I straightened, his hand guided me into him again. I am a bit taller than him, so when I straightened fully it rammed right up him. Like you and your escort, we were in front of the mirror. I saw his eyes were closed as my white hands slipped over his dark skin. I gave a finger to his mouth, and he sucked on it. I pulled on his nipples and squeezed his limp cock and dangling balls. We started moving against each other. But there was no way I was going to come again quickly, so after a while I just pulled out, still very rigid, and went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I sort of expected he would follow me, but he didn't, he just got dressed, and was going out the door when I came back. I pulled him back in. I kissed his eyes and nose, and his lips. I undid his fly again, and he reached for my still erect cock. He said he thought I wanted him to go. I said I still had some more for him. He went to his knees and started giving me head. His hand went behind me and started to grab and pinch my buttock. His other hand came up under my balls and started squeezing them. His backside hand went into my crack and started playing with my wet and sore arsehole. He couldn't take me all in his mouth, and I can't tell you exactly what he was doing, but he was good. He was really stretching my ass with his fingers - he had all four in there and was stretching me as he forced his hand at me. He was squeezing my balls exactly to the point between pleasure and outright pain. Eventually I came into his mouth, a quiet sort of coming, rather than an explosion. The whole room was filled with steam from the shower. When I am away, I always order, where available, breakfast in my room. It is a good way to get up, no hurry or hassle. Guess who brought it in in the morning? My tip? I deepthroated him again, this time on my knees. When I returned for the afternoon at three, he walked me to my room carrying some of my stuff. My tip - that glorious cock pounding my ass as I rested against the desk in front of the mirror. This time he came in me. I really enjoyed slowly letting it out in the shower. That night at twelve, he came back. I actually wanted to sleep, but let him suck me for the money. In the morning, my wake up call was him sliding into my ass as I lay asleep on my front. I guess you could say he raped me, but I didn't care, it was a good way to wake up. My final session with him was when I was about to leave for the airport. He came to get my bags. He smiled at me and undid his belt and let his trousers drop. My arse was so sore I couldn't have taken any more, so I undid my belt too. I took him into the bathroom and made him stand, legs apart, bent over with hands on the mirror. I lubed his ass with some hotel moisturiser and then fucked him from behind. He had to carry my bags with a hard on and my come in his ass. Hope you are well and enjoying your share of action, Yours erectly L.