[FM] Letting a French Firefighter Give me a Creampie

Today’s story is about the time I hooked up with a French firefighter in a bar bathroom.

I’m a traveler. I love seeing new countries, exploring the culture and the cuisine. And I enjoy foreign clubs, because I rarely party when I’m home. As I’m sure you’ve gathered from my previous stories, being out of the country gives me a chance to get pretty slutty.

On a tour across Europe with my friend (the same one who I was in Jamaica with), we ended up in a mid-sized bar somewhere in France. My friend was in a relationship, and I was miserably single. It was our last night before heading home, so we were living it up. Spoiler alert: the only lesson I learned this night was to take it easy with the long island iced teas.

Our tour group was getting pretty raunchy. People were making out with everyone – guys on guys, girls on girls, girls on the tour guide, guys on girls … it was pretty wild. My friend and I hung back and enjoyed our drinks and danced.

A group of French guys came in, and hung back with us. We ended up dancing with them, and they bought us more long island iced teas. I decided to dance with one of them, let’s call him Jean Claude (Van Damme? Is that too much?).

After lots of grinding and other inappropriate dance moves, Jean Claude and I started making out. He spoke limited English, and I spoke limited (okay, no) French, so we didnt really have much to say. I do remember him saying “I am … excited?” and pointed to his dick. Very hot.

I didn’t really have a response, so I just smiled back, turned around, and grinded my ass against his dick. After a few minutes, he turned me around, grabbed my hand, and pulled me towards the upper level of the bar. My friend knew exactly where I was going, so this was about 100 times safer than the last time.

Upstairs was a quieter lounge style setup with couples making out pretty much everywhere. I assumed he wanted to dance or make out some more. But Jean Claude (Van … ok I’ll stop) led me towards the back, and into the men’s washroom. There was a guy at the urinal who gave us a wink as Jean Claude pulled me into the large stall, and locked the door.

He pushed me up against the door, and lifted my dress up just enough so he could pick me up without ripping the tight skirt. We started making out heavily, as he started to grind his hard dick against my pussy. This kind of thing really turns me on, and I was moaning pretty loudly. He kept saying “I am excited” over and over, which I assume meant he was aroused. He put me down, and pulled out his cock.

Now at this point, I had already fucked my first white guy. Jean Claude blew this guy out of the water. What he lacked in thickness he made up for in size, and at this stage in the game I knew I could take the whole thing. I started to get down on my knees to get a taste, but he shook his head. “I fuck you?” he asked. “Yes please,” was all I had to say. He made some gestures to indicate he had no condom. I asked if he was clean with my limited French, he said yes. (I get tested regularly, and I did get tested when we got home and got the all clear. Plus I had an IUD at this point, so no babies.)

Once we got all that sorted out, he turned me around and bent me over so I was braced against the toilet paper holder (sexy, I know). He hiked up my dress to my waist, and pulled my panties to the side. This, I find very hot. He ran a finger down my slit and moaned when he felt how wet I was. I felt him rubbing his dick head up and down my slit, using my juices as lube. He said some stuff in French that I didn’t understand, but it’s not hard to tell when a man is turned on.

I bent over more, my ass and pussy on full display for him. I felt him push just the tip of his dick inside me, and then stop. I felt him throbbing and I thought he might be cumming, so I turned to look at him. Jean Claude had his eyes closed, and was breathing very deeply. He started to tilt his head back, and I felt him slowly push the entire length of his beautiful bare dick inside my pussy. I felt him pushing up against my cervix, which is quite the sensation as my fellow pussy-owners know. I moaned as he bottomed out inside me, and then again as he slowly pulled out.

And then he slammed his dick back into me. All of it. I screamed at this point, and he covered my mouth whit one hand. The other hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. And he fucked me harder than I’d ever been fucked before.

Above the sound of my muffled moans I could hear the sound of his dick moving in and out of my wet pussy. I was soaking wet, I could feel the cool air against my inner thighs between thrusts. He was stifling his own moans, but every so often I would hear one escape.

I came pretty quickly, and pretty loudly. I’m pretty sure his hand held a lot of the sound in, but after I came down I heard clapping from outside the stall. I never did know who was listening to us, but sometimes I like to imagine that they were jerking off to the sounds of us fucking. Jean Claude came a couple minutes after I did. He didn’t slow down, but he did take his hand off my mouth and gripped my ass. I heard him groan and then I felt his dick twitch inside me. He stayed inside me until he had emptied every last drop, and then stepped back. I moved to stand up, but he pushed me back down. I turned back to see him just looking at my ass bent over. I pushed some of his cum out, and he gave me a little smile as it dripped down my leg.

We got cleaned up, and I heard the bathroom door open and close. I’m assuming someone was listening, and decided to leave before we came out. We headed back downstairs, but as we left I saw another couple heading in the bathroom. One of our tour mates had an equally raunchy hookup with another Frenchman in the same stall.

Jean Claude and I danced together for the rest of the night, and I got absolutely smashed on Long Island iced teas. He added me on Facebook, and that’s how I learned he was a fireman. I woke up the next morning in our hotel room with a sore pussy, and panties covered in cum. We chatted for a week or so when I got home, and then inevitably lost touch.

Oh well. We’ll always have France.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ihdzqq/fm_letting_a_french_firefighter_give_me_a_creampie