How I ended up fucking my Couchsurfing guest [MF]

Ever since my girlfriend broke up with me I’ve started to host couchsurfers at my place, which is a bit too big for just one person, and with the empty room started to feel a bit lonely. I like the company, and I figured if I can help out when someone needs a place to stay it’ll be good for my karma, plus when I travel, maybe some other nice people would pay it forward. I don’t do host all that often, because I still need my own space, but if someone make a request to stay over that seems reasonable, and it looks like we might get along, I usually say yes.

It was just a few days after New Year’s, and I get a bubbly message from a very pretty twenty-two year-old blonde from Latvia: “Hey there! I’m Tatiana from Latvia. I’ve made a New Year wish and it’s getting real right now. I’m on my way to Paris. This is my first time and I’d like it to be really special. I’m particular about history and art, that’s why my trip is going to be amazing. I’m coming on Sunday and leaving on Thursday. I would be pleased if you could host me for three nights and tell the secrets of the city. I’m mimimi (it means sooo cute). Thank you in advance!”

I have to admit Tatiana was pretty mimimi, both in her attitude and in her photo, where she was looking over her shoulder and smiling into the camera in black and white, her blonde hair covering half of her face. Maybe even more than mimimi but quite hot,a nd very feminine. I flipped through the rest of her photos: her standing in front of a large Buddha in the sunset, or walking through the streets of Riga with a very Russian kerchief tied around her neck. Tatiana was a very fine looking woman, and I was wondering why she choose to stay by me, but I wasn’t going to complain either.

Now, when I host couchsurfers, I don’t usually care where they come from (other than the fact that I do prefer to host people from less wealthy countries, since they actually would benefit more from it), or what they do, or even what look like. And I host girls or guys whoever seems kind or cool. But I will admit that her being young and beautiful in addition to cool and excited, definitely got her some bonus points. I was totally into hosting her, but as much as I wanted to, when I looked at the dates of the request, I realized I was going to have to say no. I had already booked a Polish couple for the weekend she wanted to stay by me, and although I really would have loved to just cancel them and accept Tatiana’s request, I couldn’t do it, so I wrote Tatiana back and told her I unfortunately wouldn’t be able to host her. And it really was unfortunate.

I thought little more of Tatiana’s message, until a few days later, by a stroke of luck or providence, I get a message from the Polish couple saying that they wouldn’t be traveling to Paris for some reason or other, and they cancelled. Right away I wrote back to Tatiana: “Hey, I think you must have been a very good person in 2017, because your wish comes true. I was supposed to have a couple from Poland on those dates, but they just cancelled this morning. So, welcome!” And she happily accepted. I was glad that she was going to come on by, but not necessarily elated, yet. At this point she was just another couchsurfer among many, and although it was certainly pleasurable to have the company a beautiful blonde Latvian student in my house, when I’m a host I’m a host, and a perfect gentleman and I had no intention of seducing her.

A few weeks later, Tatiana arrived at my door with with nothing more than a small brown leather backpack which couldn’t have contained more than a toothbrush and a few articles of clothing. I liked her simplicity and minimalism, something I’ve noticed a lot in Eastern women, as well as her fierce independence. Tatiana was even prettier in person than I expected, with tough angular Russian features, straw blonde hair, pale skin, a charming smile, and I led her into my house and showed her room, and asked her what her plans were for the evening. She didn’t really want to do anything after such a long day of travel (she had come by bus), and so I offered to cook her dinner.

As I cooked her up a vegetarian wonder (she wrote me she was vegetarian, and I do make some might mean meals), we stood in the kitchen and our conversation just flowed. We chatted effortlessly about life, about the books we read, the art we appreciated. We discussed our favorite Russian writers, poets, our films and music, and well about everything. The bottle of red wine I cracked open helped the conversation flow, as I was frying the vegetables in the pan and Tatiana turned out to be a highly cultivated, intelligent and curious guest. She asked me about everything – my life and voyages, and readings. I could tell by the way she watched me, that she was attracted to me. I could see the way her eyes followed mine, and feel the way she made me tingle, and I flirted back with her, but still I was hesitant to do or say anything. I didn’t want to impose myself or breach any sort of trust of a Couchsurfer who depends on me for her place to stay.

That first night we stayed up in the living room till two in the morning drinking and chatting, and sparks started to fly between us and the air became ionized with desire, but I was still unsure, and when I saw she was tired and asked her if she didn’t want to sleep. I led her to her room and went back to my own. And that might have been the end of that, had it not been for a fortuitous event.

As I was laying in my bed, thinking I must admit, about Tatiana, and was alone in my bed, to occupy myself, I took my cellphone, and started swiping distractedly on Tinder on the faces, since I was newly single yet again. Left right, left right, not really thinking about what I was doing, until I saw her – the same black and white photo with the same glance looking boldly into the camera over her shoulder, the same wavy blonde hair half-covering her face, and the same sensual smile. Only here, she called herself “Inga”. And less than a mile away.

At that moment I knew that Tatiana would be mine. I knew why she had chosen to stay by me.

The next day Tatiana spent out of the house touring the city, while I stayed home to work. The whole day I couldn’t stop fantasizing about that evening when she would return. And I had to take multiple breaks from work, as my hands kept on wandering down to my crotch in the middle of important calls and emails.

That evening, when Tatiana came back to the apartment after a day of hoofing it around Paris, I greeted her with a smile and another bottle of wine, and we sat down on the couch and continued our conversation, and we hit it off immediately. If the night previous sparks were flying, that night, flames were flowing between our bodies, and I could almost feel the heat of her desire emanating from her body. Although I knew if I kissed her right then she would respond, but I loved that rush of attraction flowing in my blood, and I wanted to extend the moment as long as possible so as to savor every aspect of it. And I did. I savored following Tatiana’s bright and curious green eyes as they watched me with desire, and I savored the sound of her voice sliding in my ears, and I savored imagining her naked and supine, and the feeling of the tingling at the base of my testicles and my erection rising and swelling and throbbing against my pants, which she must have noticed.

And then I decided. Staring into her green eyes I slowly lean towards Tatiana making my intentions abundantly clear. And before I even reached, the intoxicating smell of her body wafted into my nose and I breathed in deeply and I approached closer, and when my lips met hers I tasted the mélange of her mouth with the deep red wine we been drinking, and intoxicated by the prospect of what was about to happen I slid my tongue between her lips to drink more deeply from her, placing my hand on the back of her neck and pulling her towards me. We stayed like that for minutes, exploring each other with our tongues and lips and hands, mutually devouring each other, and I paused for a moment to look her in the eyes and say “I wanted to kiss you very badly tonight, Tatiana.” And she answered “I wanted you to kiss me last night .”

With that invitation, I was ready to ravish her. I pulled her neck closer towards me with force, and began to kiss and lick her neck face sliding my tongue across her luscious lips as my other hand started to explore her body. I kissed licked and sucked my way across Tatiana’s face, dipping my tongue, while sliding one hand between her thighs, which open invitingly for it. I explored her yea with my tongue as I started to rub pussy over her panties. I could feel the moistness of her young cunt through the cotton panties, and I took great pleasure watching the young pretty mouth open, moaning with pleasure, as I begin to explore her body with my mouth and hands, playing with her to see what makes her tick, what makes her hungry, what makes her wet.

I pressed my pulsating cock hard up against Tatiana’s body and licking my way down from her hear to her neck, push aide her panties to slip my middle finger into what is her now soaking wet pussy. Emboldened, I pulled Tatiana’s hair gently, which she enjoyed, and stared to finger her in earnest with one sole finger, as the palm of my hand pressed against her clitoris. As I fingered her exceedingly soft pussy, I savored watching her pale skin glow, and her back arch like a bridge, as I pleasured her. And the sounds of her gasping and moaning flitting out from her lips, told me she was about to cum, but I didn’t want her to. Yet.

So I slowly took my finger out of Tatiana’s cunt, and she opened her eyes, and I slid my juice-drenched middle finger into my mouth, and tasted her for the first time that night. Her pussy was a delicacy. It tasted like youth and flowers and perfume and fucking, and was salty and sweet and a bit ferrous. And staring into her eyes, I watched her watch me lick my finger sucking off her juices, before sliding it into her mouth a swell, so Tatiana could taste the juices of her own desire.

By then, my cock was throbbing with hunger, and I hurriedly started to undo her blouse, button by button while my mouth explored her shoulder sand arms, kissing and licking and biting, sometimes hard and as I exposed her chest I discovered not only the whitest palest skin I had even seen in my life, practically transparent, practically glowing, but also above a stomach with a cute little bulge, a pair of incredibly large breasts, suspended in the air, with that firmness of straight backs and young flesh, and Tatiana’s nipples and aureoles almost the same shade of white as her tits, I grabbed one of them with my hand and closed my mouth over it, sucking it, squeezing it, licking it, flicking her creamy nipples with my tongue, watching her reactions, thinking I could devour Tatiana’s body entirely, and that was the only thought in my mind.

I spent minutes sucking and biting and licking and pinching her tits. I love the taste of her and the feel of her succulent skin against my face, and as I did, I dropped my right back to her pussy, and slid this time two finger inside her tight young cunt, which could barely accommodate two fingers and I jilled her now rhythmically with more and more speed and more and more power as my mouth explored every inch of her upper body, biting hard into her tits desirous to leave beautiful blue blemishes on her otherwise flawless skin, pausing from fingering her every once in a while to take a taste of her fragrant cuntjuices, thinking how I couldn’t wait until my tongue was between her legs and I could drink from her pussy at its source. But first I wanted Tatiana to cum, and that is what she did, hard and fast, with her legs trembling, me fingering her into ecstasy as I watched her face, recording in my memory the look of pleasure and surprise at the moment of her orgasm, and without letting Tatiana rest, I continued working my mouth down her body from breasts to belly, to crotch, kissing and licking her thighs, first on the outside and then on the inside, nearer and nearer her drenched pussy, teasing her with the prospect of my tongue in her pussy, and only when I saw her start to lose control, to want it to badly did I slide down her pink panties to reveal a pale white mound of inviting flesh trembling with desire, glistening with wetness, perfectly shaven, the skin diaphanous, Tatiana’s liquids flowing between her legs making her pussy practically glow, and in the center of her mound, dividing it in two, her pretty pale pink slit, which opened for me as I slowly spread her legs revealing a cunt just dripping with grool, and when I slid my tongue one time inside Tatiana, and then once up and down her vulva to her clitoris and back I could feel her thighs quaver in my hands, and the taste of her fruity cunt commingled with the aftertaste of the Bordeaux still in my mouth, And I put my head between her legs, and grabbed with each hand one asscheek so I could pull her closer and get my tongue deeper inside her to suck out from her every single drop of her pussyjuice that I could get before she came. I wanted to consume every drop of liquid she could produce, and wanted nothing more than that. And that is exactly what I did, drinking her until her juices were practically flowing on my cheeks.

After Tatiana came the second time, I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist waiting any longer, and I didn’t want to. I took Tatiana by the hand and led her to my bedroom, we practically ran, and she lay herself on her on the bed, young and innocent looking, one knee slightly raised and the other leg fully extended, with her arms straight by her side, and a shy but sensuous look of invitation on her face that that made me want to fuck her till she would cry.

I threw my clothing on the floor, and climbed over her my cock hanging over her body, and I pinned her writs to the bed with one hand. And then, I did something I probably shouldn’t have. I slid my cock over her towards her pussy and started rubbing it on her slit. I know I should have put on a condom first, but the only thing I needed at that moment was to feel Tatiana’s wetness flowing over my cock, just a little taste, and she obviously wanted it too, wrapping her legs around my thighs and her arms around my back as I slid my cock up and down across the crack of her pussy, but still without penetrating. I thought I could stop there but I couldn’t.

I parted her legs, and placed the tip of my cock on her pussy. Despite her large breasts Tatiana was tiny, and her pussy was as tight as she was small. As I started to enter her, I felt resistance as the walls of her cunt started to spread with the pressure I applied on her thighs to accommodate my thickness. But even though she was so tiny I could fill her with two fingers, her cunt was so wet, that without any pain I slowly lowly pushed my way inside her, filling her, the walls of her pussy literally wrapping themselves around my cock, as I pushed myself deeper and deeper inside her, filling her, penetrating her. And with each millimeter of depth I savored once again the wild look of pleasure and surprise on Tatiana’s face as I pushed my cock deep inside her as deep as I could go, m thigh was pressed against hers, crushing her little pink pussy, and she let out an animal cry.

Smiling to myself, I started to slowly slide myself out of her, slowly slowly, millimeter by millimeter, until my drenched member was poised again at the very edge of her pussy, and I could feel the pull of Tatiana’s hands on my back, practically begging of another thrust, for more penetration. And after waiting a second or three to tease her I started to slide myself slowly back inside Tatiana, enjoying every instant enjoying the feeling of her wet warm flesh engulfing mine, and I knew I would remember this moment forever.

I slipped my cock in and out of Tatiana again and again, very slowly at first, enjoying the moment, but also to be honest because I was so horny and had been holding back to much I was a bit afraid to continue to fuck Tatiana without a condom, although I very wanted to fill her amazing little pussy with my cum, I knew that wouldn’t be a great idea for a myriad of reasons.

So I slid on a condom, and protected, I let myself loose. From slow rhythmic thrusts inside her, I increased my rhythm increased, as she dug her sharp nails into my back, and I fucked Tatiana harder and faster as she moaned more and more, until I was smacking my thighs against hers with each motion. And how I loved the sound of that slop of my flesh on her moist thighs, that feeling of fucking my Couchsurfing guest, her wet cunt spread wide open for me, so tiny and so tight that I could feel everything, the inside of her walls and the juices flowing out of her, and with every thrust, every penetration my hands and mouth greedily ravaging her as I pounded away at her pussy, enjoying her every shout and scream, which made me only want to pummeling her harder and harder.

I waited and held back as long as I could, taking pleasure in the squirming and writhing and shaking of the succulent and tender body of this gorgeous and intelligent woman, who I wasn’t supposed to be fucking at all, but whose cunt I was filling, until I couldn’t hold myself back any more, and when Tatiana saw I was on the verge of cumming I pulled quickly pulled out of her, and she reached up and yanked the condom off my cock, taking it in her hand and gave a small squeeze as I watched the cum explode all over covering her magnificent pale tits with strings of my hot white cum.

I held myself above Tatiana, panting poist-coitally and watched her dip her finger into the pool of cum gathering between her tits, and bring her cum-covered index to her mouth, and watched as she drank my cum from her fingers. We smiled at each other and I collapsed on her body, basking in the warmth and the wetness and the commingled smells of our sweat and juices, and memories of our fucking.

Needless to say, the next three days were the most pleasurable Couchsurfing experience I have ever had. We not only fucked every morning and night, but ate meals together, continued our conversation and shared an incredible moment of discovery and exploration together, sexual and otherwise.

We met one more time after that, when I went to visit her for a week in Riga and we traveled around the Baltic States, but that is perhaps a story for another time.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8kv49q/how_i_ended_up_fucking_my_couchsurfing_guest_mf