[MF] Motorcycling Through Indo and Hardfucking The Girl Of My Dreams

I deleted these posts for a couple fairly personal reasons, but the emotional smoke has cleared a bit and handful of people have messaged me wondering what happened to them. Anyway, here is a repost. I can’t find the second and third part, which is a shame because I really liked them too.

slight trigger warning: this story contains light slapping, choking, and spanking. If you’re into that, like I am… holla! But if you’re not, i’ll offset those parts with a ***** so you can skip past it or skip to it. whatever floats your boat]

The summer after I finished law school, I decided to buy a little yamaha motorcycle in Indonesia, embark from Jakarta and take 4 months to ride it to Sumba (where my Indophiles at?). Since I didn’t start my job until January, I felt rather than feverishly studying for the bar with all my fellow striving future barristers, my time would be better spent looking for surf spots, drinking some bintang, and working on (in retrospect) really, really, I mean fucking really, bad poetry. I packed a duffel, got a hold of some austrian dude who had a bike for sale in jakarta, and headed over.

The next 2 months were amazing as i rode through Java and Bali- one sweet surf spot after another, good looking travelers, and cold beer. I lost a couple of pounds, got a killer tan, and had one or two decent GW worthy hook-ups with Scandinavian backpackers. I started to grow roots in Bali but eventually re-upped my visa, headed over to Lombok, and instantly regretted it. For the next couple of weeks I was sick, couldn’t find good food, my bike started having problems, and I was kind of just feeling done. By the time I rolled into a tiny mountain town in Flores, I was thinking about calling the trip, and heading back to Bali to surf for the rest of the time. Then, like 20 minutes later, i met Kristina, and things instantly changed.

I slowly cruised through town looking for lunch and locked up my brakes when i saw her sitting alone outside of a little indonesian lunch place. She looked up from her copy of Atlas Shrugged and smiled. “Hey,” i said, taking a chance she spoke English, “I’m looking for some tater tots.” She laughed and said, “All they seem to serve here is salmonella.”

I parked my bike and grabbed lunch, before walking back out to where she was sitting. “Hey man,” I laughed, pointing at the food I picked out, “want to get sick with me?” “Nah dawg,” she played it so cool, echoing my chilled out douchiness, “but I’ll drink some of your coke?”

We sat there and talked for the next couple of hours. She was from the states and had actually done grad school at Stanford in some environmental-sustainability-development-solar-sustainable-something while I was in law school there. It turned out we had some mutual friends and had even been to a couple of the same parties. I fucking adored her. She was funny as fuck, confident in who she was, and nothing i said seemed to offend her. Also, she was midget-tossingly adorable. She was half indonesian, with long straight black hair, perfect light brown skin, and these hypnotic green eyes. A slight sunburned reddened her broad cheeks and her small upturned nose. She had the type of face you wanted to wake up to every morning for the rest of your life.

Lunch turned to dinner, and dinner turned to drinks, and drinks turned to sex talk. She sat close to me at the bar. My hand rested on her exposed thigh, my fingers easily slid across her perfectly smooth skin and I told her, like the terrible poet I wanted to be, how I thought sex should leave you feeling empty, but full at the same time. How it should feel like two perfectly balanced forces crashing hungrily into each other. She took a swig of her bintang, looked me in the eye, smiled, and said “Yeah maybe. I just like getting choked.”

I didn’t choke her that night, or spank her, or call her a filthy little slut while I stuffed her underwear into her mouth. That would come later. Instead, we closed the bar down, and I walked her to guesthouse and stood there with my hands in my pockets, oddly intimidated to ask her if she wanted to hang out the next day. We were standing way to close and she swayed a little as her beer buzz burned off in the still island air. I leaned in and we kissed. Her tongue parted my lips long enough to make want to marry her, before she pulled her mouth away. “Hey let’s hang out tomorrow,” she kind of giggle, “Just come over when you wake up.”

The next day still seems like a blur to me. We went to a waterfall. She swam in just her underwear and bra and then just her bra and sat on my lap and kissed me as my hand ran up her side and cupped her perfect little breast, and rolled her perky dark brown nipple gently between my fingers. It felt like we’d been dating for years and by the time she asked me if I wanted to get some beers and just spend the night in her room, I was pretty sure i had fallen in love.

The window was open and only a couple small candles lit the room. she crawled on the bed, and laid on her back. “Are you going to do this,” she smiled at me as she unbuttoned her blouse, “or were you all talk.” Both of her firm little brown tits were exposed and she shimmied off her jean shorts. She laid on to her back, propped up on her elbows, her legs dangling over the edge, and wearing nothing but a tiny little red, strappy thong. I stood in front of her and pulled off my shirt and then stepped up to the bed, she slowly spread her legs a little wider, and I dropped my board trunks. “Eat my pussy first,” she said, “then do whatever the fuck you want to me.” I stroked my dick, my skin felt warm and smooth. “Anything?” I asked. She laughed, “Don’t be a fucking pussy! I said anything!”

**I knelt in front of her and moved the tiny thong to the side. Her pussy was perfectly smooth and i gently slid two fingers over it then slowly spread her lips. My other hand slipped up her body and under her ass, pulling her hips up to my mouth. I slid my tongue up the entire length of her slit and instantly tasted how wet she was. She let out a soft little moan and ran her hands through my hair. I parted her pussy with my thumbs to expose her clit before i wrapped my lips around it. she pushed her hips up and i slid both hands under her ass so i could control her better. She started to grind into my mouth and i could feel spit dripping down my chin. Her pussy moved up and down my mouth, my tongue worked her clit in slow but firm circles. Her breathing began to grow shallow and i could feel how much wetter she had become.

i slid one, then two fingers into her. Her warm walls held my fingers tight while i curled them up to begin stroking her g-spot. I pressed my tongue more firmly against her clit and made every stroke count. Her body began to tremble and she pressed her pussy hard into my face. “Don’t… fucking… don’t fucking stop” she let out small moans, almost like she was breathing out of her mouth. And then, she came. Hard. Her entire body rocked with a spasm. She tried to pull away but I only pressed her pussy harder into my face and kept the same steady motion. She grabbed at the sheets, then my hair, trying to push my mouth off her. over and over again her body shook. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she moaned pulling her legs put towards her, her toes curled. “Fuck!” she playfully yelled and she finally pushed my mouth off of her soaking wet cunt. Her little red thong was still pushed to the side was soaked with spit and her cum.

*******

I stood up. My dick was dripping with pre-cum. “Now you’re fucking mine,” I smiled. She rolled on to her stomach and arched her back. All I could see was her perfect little round ass and the single red satiny strap of her thong. “Put a condom on and do your worst” she said as she ran her hand through her hair. “No you little slut,” I was fully into character now, “you put the fucking condom on!” i grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to me. She came off the bed and i forced her to kneel in front of me. I held her head against my thigh and she reached up to pull the condom out of my hand. She giggled a little and pressed her head even harder into my thigh. “Is this funny to you!” I said sternly while i jerked her head by the hair. She slid the rubber over my dick and slowly worked it to the base of my cock with both hands.

Before she knew what was happening both of my hands were locked around her slight little neck. I was surprised by how small she felt, how my hands were able to wrap all the way around her so my fingers locked. I pulled her to her feet while she gagged a little and struggled to stand. I looked her in the eye, and nodded at her to make sure we were still on the same page. She nodded, smiled slightly, and winked. I held her up so that her feet were barely touching the ground. “Is this what you wanted!? Is it you fucking little slut!” She nodded and i threw her tiny body on to the floor. “Get on your fucking hands and knees” I said as i kicked her legs apart. I pulled her body so that she leaned over the bed, her hips pressed into the edge and tore her thong off. i balled it up in my hand and reached around in front of her stuffing it into her mouth.

‘I don’t fucking want to hear anything from you while I fuck this pussy”

she nodded and I stuffed it deeper into her throat with two fingers. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. Her back was arched and her pussy glistened. I didn’t ease into her, but licked my hand, stroked my dick and slammed into her as fast and as hard as I could. Her body recoiled, but because her hips were pressed firmly against the bed she had no where to go. “Push back into me! Fucking push into me and take the dick i’m giving you,” I whispered in her ear as i leaned over her body and began pumping in and out of her. I grabbed her hair with both hands. she pushed her ass higher into the air and fucked her harder than i have ever fucked anyone- her moans and whimpers muffled by the silky thong in her mouth. Over and over again my dick plunged into her perfectly smooth pussy and over and over again she kept her hips up and let me do what i wanted.

Finally, trying to hold back my orgasm, I flipped her on to her back and spread her legs. I stood in front of her on the bed, she winked at me again. i grabbed her thighs and pushed her knees to either side of her head, her fat little pussy pressed up towards me. I slid back into her as she locked her ankles behind my head. She grabbed my hips and dug her finger nails into my ass. I brought my open hand across her cheek “Don’t you fucking touch me!” i tried to be serious, but it came out as a laugh, and she didn’t let go. By then it didn’t matter any more. I was barely keeping myself from cumming.

I pulled out and yanked the condom off. I grabbed her and threw her onto her knees. She reached back, pulled her hair behind her head, and kneeled there with her mouth open, waiting for me. i stroked my dick once, and then twice before I began to cum. I let go and covered her mouth, her thong still in it, and then her chest. She moved up and down on her knees as my dick slowly stopped spasming. She gave me a kind of questioning look, I nodded and she pulled her thong, soaked in my cum out of her mouth. She grabbed my semi-flaccid dick and licked the last drips of cum off of it. “Fuck! Gurrrl” I said as gangsta as I could. She laughed and stood up as i wiped her chest off with a towel. “You’re not done are you?” she laughed as she walked into the bathroom.

We fucked for the rest of the night and every day for the next two weeks. They were honestly the best weeks of my life, but sadly, the rest of the tale is one of tragedy and woe better suited for r/emosadstoriesnoonewantstohear

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