[FM] Hot summer Tokyo night fling with a stranger Part 2

[Here’s a link to part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5qn6fp/fm_hot_summer_tokyo_night_fling_with_a_stranger/)

After we had sex, my hangover returned in full force. I wasn’t just drunk from the raw animal fucking, I still might have been drunk from the alcohol, too. I couldn’t quite believe that I had just had unprotected sex with a complete stranger after a wild night roaming around Tokyo. James had passed out immediately. I felt a guilty pang thinking about Stephen, this nice guy I’d started to see back home. We weren’t technically exclusive, but I wondered if I had to disclose this one night of drunken sex. If it was just a one time thing… My head pounded, and I just didn’t have the faculties to think clearly, so I just went back to sleep.

But I never fully slept. I entered a weird twilight stage of restlessness, partially from the headache, and partially from the aching throb in my newly awakened pussy. I hadn’t been fucked like that in a long time, if ever. I felt an insistent hum between my legs that my thoughts of reason couldn’t quite drown out. If it had already happened once, what difference did it really make if it happened twice? In some way I felt like some boundary had been broken in me and everything that would usually hold me back just slipped away. I tingled, wondering if James was awake. I turned towards him, running my fingers through the dark hairs on his chest. He opened his gray eyes and smiled at me before grabbing me in his big arms and pulling me into the little spoon position. He closed his eyes again, dozing. Not really the result I wanted. I could feel myself getting wetter and the tension inside of me building. I jutted my hips back. His thick cock had been resting near my ass, but I angled myself so it gently made contact with my pussy lips. He wasn’t totally flaccid but he wasn’t hard, either.

I gently slid up and down against his flaccid cock, getting it slick. I could feel it start to stiffen. Now it was hard enough that every time it grazed my clit, I held my breath a little. Worked up, I pulled away to let his growing erection room to raise itself before I tried to skewer myself on it. It was proving difficult without the use of my hands, or James’s help, but I determinedly kept wiggling it back and forth in my folds trying to get it in me. I was so aroused I didn’t even think about the nymphomaniacal behavior of taking advantage of this sleeping guy’s dick.

Luckily, I didn’t have to. Just as I reached back with my hand to end my frustration, he grabbed my wrist and turned me around. We started to make out, and then he pulled me on top of him and gave me what I wanted. This time, a little less shy, we locked eyes as I sank down onto his hard dick. We were connected. Instead of burying my face in his neck we stayed like this, me supporting myself with my hands, him gripping my ass and helping me bob up and down, watching me. It felt vulnerable and exciting to be so exposed. I imagine what he must be able to see from his vantage point in the now clear daylight. My breasts jiggling with each impact, every sharp breath I took. I saw his gaze lower to where we were joined. He watched himself intently plunging in and out of my exposed pussy. I felt like I was made to be fucked by him, resting in his grip being completely owned and taken. I leaned back to give him an even better view, fucking myself up and down on his cock. I felt my humps growing wild and losing control, and finally he grabbed my hips and manually jacked them up and down on his cock until I cried out. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. I almost cried with the overwhelming pleasure and collapsed onto his chest.
“Fuck my mouth with your tongue,” I gasped as a ground down on his cock.
He obliged, and we traded ragged breaths as I felt him fill my mouth with his tongue and my hole with his cock… I could barely take it as a pressure grew zapping straight up behind my eyeballs. I humped spastically until I bucked off of him and fell onto the bed, prone.

Without missing a beat he slid between my asscheeks and filled my pussy again, pressing his weight down on me. I lay there, weakened and limp, as he closed my legs around his cock and plunged into the sopping mess I’d become. Both of us were heaving and moaning with more abandon this time. There was an urgency now which had replaced the first time’s probing curiosity. He knew that he had me, that I wanted his cock in me, that he’d won the battle. When he finally jerked out of me to cum on my ass, I felt mildly disappointed in my fuck-drunk state that he didn’t just explode inside of me. I felt like I was turning into some kind of sex-crazed nympho. I didn’t know what was happening to me.

“Damn!” he said in a pleased, tongue-in-cheek, James Brown sort of way as he got up to clean himself off. He returned with a giant glass of cold water and a hand towel that he tossed onto my spent ass as he quenched his thirst. He swallowed and looked down at me with a grin. “Sorry, you got that, right?” referring to the puddle of his sperm dripping down my ass. James was very sassy.

But in the light of day he was more than just a Vince Vaughn-esque lovable sleazebag. He actually turned out to be really sweet, and this naughty side of him only took over when he was drunk. And the chemistry we had together was amazing. Misadventure has a tendency to follow me around, and it was clear James was similar in that sense. We were like two excitable atoms, pinging off each other’s kinetic energy. The answer to everything was “Yes” and the rationale was always “Fuck it.” I knew we wouldn’t just part ways after that one encounter. That’s how I ended up booking a room at the Ritz-Carlton with a total stranger to fuck each other all night.

We met in Midtown Plaza after his work had finished for the day. My heart skipped as I saw him waiting for me with his broad shoulders in his simple white t-shirt. This time he was wearing jeans, and I ribbed him about it. He hooked his arm around my head and mashed it into his chest and lightly spanked my butt as the elevator doors closed in front of us.
“Be nice or Daddy won’t give you your gift.” He lifted up a shopping bag heavy with the clink of bottles.
I liked it when James used the word “daddy.” It wasn’t in a corny cliché sexual way, but just a frequent joke that had worked its way into a habit. He’d just as often use it in a context like “Daddy needs to pick up his dry cleaning,” or “Daddy’s hungry, let’s stop at the store.” That was his whole appeal, he never took himself too seriously about anything. So when we got to the room, naturally we acted like excited kids.

The hallways of the Ritz were faintly perfumed, as if a beautiful courtesan had just passed through it, and the suite was huge. There was a window overlooking Tokyo Tower, and a love seat as well as a desk. The bathroom was like a whole other bedroom, with a giant soaking tub.
“I’m going to fuck you in that,” he said simply.
“Obviously,” I replied.
We then busied ourselves with cracking open the bottle of sake he’d brought, turning on music, and jumping up and down on the bed like we owned the place. The sake had gotten us both good and tipsy in a relatively short amount of time, and we were both laughing and enjoying a bit of manic silliness. There wasn’t a sexual vibe really, just fun. James called up room service and made some ridiculous requests, which they obligingly fulfilled. Someone brought up an entire cart of hand towels, “because we’re going to be wiping up a lot of things.” We put on the hotel robes and lounged around like we were royalty.

I went to refill our glasses from the coffee table when I felt his arms circle me and pull me down on the love seat. I spun around to face him and straddle his lap, and he leaned in for a deep, slow kiss. I felt the hyper energy melt out of me as his soft tongue parted my lips and flicked mine. And just like that the sexual tension crackled to life. Fuck, I wanted him.

We made out and I could feel the satisfying hardening in his boxers, even through the thick robe I had on. I let mine fall open, and he put his head down and sucked and tweaked my nipples. They became sensitive, and connected to a live wire leading straight to my womb. I started panting, and running my fingers all through his hair. I stood up to wiggle out of my underwear, and then James tackled me to the couch, this time lying down horizontally. He spread my legs wide apart, exposing my already wet pussy. Using his arms to keep me spread, he kneeled down and began licking me. I was already so turned on by the way he’d dominated me that it didn’t take long for me to cum. I told him, and started to push him away from my sensitive clit, but he wouldn’t budge. He kept my thighs completely splayed with his big hands, locking them open. He kept lapping at my pussy, circling my clit and flicking it with his tongue mercilessly. I bucked and thrusted jerkily under him, so sensitive I couldn’t control my movements anymore, but much to my surprise I felt another orgasm building but from this new, hyper-sensitive baseline. It was almost too much to bear as I came again. The spasming in my womb was so hard it felt like my insides were churning and turning over. I screamed, out of breath. And still he wouldn’t stop licking. It was like he was trying to kill me through orgasms. I spasmed through another, and another. Eventually the sensation became nonsensical, and I could no longer distinguish between what was and wasn’t an orgasmic peak, just that my clit was radiating electric shocks and twinges throughout my body. I was gasping for air, drooling probably, at this overload. He pulled his head up.
“That was fun,” he said. I just panted, taking in small gulps of air like a dying fish.

When I recovered the ability to function, I pushed him down in order to give him a taste of his own medicine. In his seduction of me there had never been a point where I had gotten to give him head, and now that I was fully on board I wanted to show off my skills. I am totally bragging when I say this, but I have gotten off men who think they would never be able to climax from oral (yes, they exist.) It’s not a specific technique per se, it’s just that I love doing it and I don’t really care how long it takes. I left a trail of soft kisses on the way to kneeling before his hard cock. I began to slowly, very wetly, make out with his dick. I caressed it with my tongue, rolled it over my lips, swallowing it whole and then pulling it through my mouth like a lollipop. I could see through my half-closed lids that he had thrown his head back over the back of the love seat, eyes closed and mouth agape. He lightly ran his fingers through my hair. Good. I switched to stroking his shaft with a very wet hand as I tongued his balls, rolling them in my mouth. When I returned to his cock I gave it one last swirling make-out as I closed my mouth and hands around it and introduced a rhythm. I massaged his beautiful cock with my tongue and lips and hands in one seamless, wet tunnel. I loved it so much.
“You’re really good at that,” he groaned. But before I could finish him he grabbed me under the arms and lifted me up. “But I want to fuck you now.”

He sat back down on the couch and patted his lap. I straddled him, grabbing his cock to line it up with my hole, and he grasped the underside of my asscheeks as his cock slid into me. My feet dangled on either side of him and my full weight pushed me all the way down. His cock pushed way up, deep in my belly. Gravity helped him fill me completely. He gently rocked his hips without withdrawing, and the sensation of fullness hit every sensitized nerve inside of me. He was using his thick cock and the swaying of my own bodyweight to push against my g-spot. I’d never been fucked this way before. It was like taking the intermittent friction out of penetration and just stringing together all the sweet little impacts. I cried out helplessly, already weak. How did I deserve to feel this good? Eventually he started fucking me powerfully, fucking and rocking into my cunt by using the floor to thrust off and letting gravity slam me back down in a vigorous tempo. Oh my god. I bounced up and down like I was a bobblehead doll in an earthquake. My legs in splits, there was no way he could have gotten deeper in me. I was getting FUCKED.

I was too afraid to cum in this state, though. I was afraid that I would go completely limp and fall, so I kept on putting a foot down on the floor to brace myself.
“What’s the matter, baby?”
“If I cum I won’t be able to hold myself up,” I managed to gasp. He wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Don’t worry, I’m holding you.”
I nestled my head onto his shoulders and tried to hold on as my hips and legs and back were all like jelly. He fucked and bounced me faster and harder as my toes curled and I prayed I wouldn’t pass out. My mind went blank and instead of going limp like I feared, my body tensed powerfully as my orgasm started, throwing my head back, and threw us off the couch. We landed on the floor with a thud and before he could even ask if I was okay I screamed “Don’t stop fucking me!” Like a champ he kept up his frenetic rhythm, grinding me into the rug and pushing off of who knows what. The carpet burned my ass as his thrusts inched me across the floor with their force. I threw my arms back and knocked into the armoire door, distracting me from my building orgasm. But James was bucking wildly.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” he grunted as he flopped back against the base of the couch, grabbing his spurting dick with his eyes screwed shut.
“Nooo!” I cried, still pent up without release.
“Sorry,” he exhaled, the jerks on his cock slowing.
His dick was coated in his milky sperm from the head down to dripping pools at the base. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I pushed myself up on my arms and lifted my hips up to grind my pussy on his wet dick. His eyes shot open.
“What are you doing?” he gasped.
“I was so close-” I scooted my butt forward and kept gyrating, my head thrown back.
“Fuck it, I’m still hard.” He pulled me towards him but this time I spun around so I could lean back on him and play with my clit. I slid up and onto his coated dick and furiously rubbed and bounced, but I could feel him softening inside of me. I sat back, out of breath. I guess it wasn’t to happen. We both stayed that way, catching our breath.

I gathered my senses as I came back down. I could feel the cool air on the wetness between my legs. I opened my eyes to look to assess the situation, when I noticed the armoire door that had swung open. There was a full-length mirror on the interior of the door, and it was reflecting back the sight of the aftermath of this fucking. I was sitting in James’s lap, legs splayed, with his wet cum-covered cock still penetrating me. A mixture of both of our cum dribbled out and smeared across my inner thighs and crotch. “Oh, wow,” I said as I took in the cock-stuffed harlot in the mirror. I twisted to the side so James could see.

He opened his eyes and made a rumble of approval. “Look how hot you look with my cock in you, baby.” My chest heaved as my breath began to quicken, and my clit throbbed. James slipped a hand down and coated his fingers slick with our cum before he slipped it back and forth over my clit. I let out a little moan and spread myself as wide as I could go. He rubbed me and a swayed my hips against his fingers uncontrollably, as I watched myself shamelessly in the mirror, thirsting for his touch. His cock slipped out of my slippery hole but I pushed it back in. It was getting harder.

Finally James began to thrust again. I reached out with my foot to adjust the mirror so it was more dead-on. He couldn’t see anymore but it didn’t matter, he had work to do. With the better view I leaned back and watched as my spread open pussy widened and closed around his thrusting cock. The shiny member pushed slowly in and out of sight, disappearing into my hole. I began to roll my hips to meet it. My mouth opened involuntarily and my tongue watered. With one hand I massaged and tweaked my nipple and with the other, grabbed his cock by the root and balls and tried to push it even deeper in me. Finally I couldn’t take this slowness anymore. I planted my heels on the floor and leaned back.
“Fuck me.”
James, fully hard, now drew up his knees to pummel me. His cock slammed into me and I closed my eyes at the exquisite pain. I felt him fill me over and over again, the juice of my pussy drooling out over him. It was everything and all I wanted, and I almost lost myself in the sensation, but then I remembered to open my eyes and look in the mirror. I did. His cock was pumping in and out of my splayed open pussy, balls bouncing with the force. I stared at where we were joined, taking it in hungrily. I was watching myself get fucked, my pussy being pounded and pumped full of cock, with the unblinking stare of complete lustful abandon. I barely recognized this insatiable slut in the mirror, but I couldn’t get enough.
“Fuck me! Fuck my pussy and fill me with your cum,” I breathed raggedly. “Please, I want to feel you cum inside me.”
I was already starting to cum, guts churning, as I felt warmth spurting into me. I slammed down and sat still so I could feel his cock twitching as he released inside of me, until wave after wave of my own orgasm overcame me. My pussy squeezed around his cock and my belly shuddered and jerked. My mouth gasped as all of my senses were overtaken and wiped out at the feeling of fullness and completion. I felt one last delicious twinge as his cock slipped out of me. James fell backwards, exhausted. All I could do were let out little whimpers. I lay back and joined him on the floor, legs tangled, leaking cum out of my raw pussy. We both laughed as I gestured with a feeble hand towards the cart of towels and flopped back down. Yes, we were both spent.

After that we went out to dinner to replenish ourselves, but I had definitely discovered that this mirror thing was something I really liked. Later that night we fucked again, and this time we did it in doggy so James could see, too. It drove me crazy, but I noticed he was mostly staring at my ass. I guess it’s more my thing than his. We never did fuck in the giant tub, but we did take a bath.

As for the questions about Stephen and what happened, I basically got back and explained that I wasn’t looking for monogamy, and that we should feel free to continue fucking other people. It was a quick conversation. He was on board with that although I don’t think he ever did. But a little while later we parted ways anyway.

And even though I thought James would just be a vacation fling, he’s made repeat appearances. Every time I would think, “It’s time to cut it off in this impossibly long-distance whatever-this-is and focus on somebody in my city who I could have something real with.” But then we would see each other and fuck and eat and drink and have an amazing time. Oh well, there are worse problems to have :)

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