A couple days after we spent a wild afternoon in her apartment, Aneta texted me, “What do you think about a weekend, you and Paulina”, she asked. I told her to set it up and pick a place by water. Aneta said her friend (tall, 6’1″, slender brunette) was both excited and apprehensive. That her BF was not satisfying after having been together for a couple years, so Paulina wanted to see what wild fun she could have to herlp determine if she stayed or left the relationship.
I got there first, checked in and had time to sit outside and get some sun. Paulina was not expected until dinner, and as it turned out, she arrived after 8 pm. I was in the room watching TV when she opened the door to let herself in. I helped with her bag.
Paulina got settled, but I could tell she was nervous because we had not met, only knew what Aneta had told us about the other, so I left the room and told her to meet in the lobby in 15 minutes. We could walk a few blocks to a pub and get to know each other over dinner. She took 25 minutes changing into dark grey leggings, a crop top that showed her toned middle off, covered by a half-buttoned flannel shirt. Hair pulled back, and at her height she looked amazing, slender and prettier than the pictures I’d seen.
She ordered a glass of wine and I had whiskey. Food came as we were talking and we ordered a 2nd round of drinks. The second glass loosened Paulina up some and she inquired about me and Aneta, said she’d heard a little … hint, hint. I told her to spill it – what had she heard and what did she think? She said I fucked Aneta behind her BF’s back, and she wanted more. Said I was rough, but tender and she thought I’d be good for her too.
I asked Paulina why she would want to venture out with a man she did not know, a couple hours out of town – in a shared hotel room no less? Her response said a lot. “There’s something Aneta said you did to her,” she said. “I’ve never really experienced it – don’t even know exactly what it is, but it sparked my imagination the way Aneta described it. And my BF isn’t doing it for me!”
I felt the tide turn as Paulina shifted from prim and proper to provocative. We talked and ordered another round of drinks. With alcohol kicking in, she was even more free with her thoughts. I flat out asked if she and Aneta had sex with each other, but Paulina dodged the question. She touched my arm a number of times and bumped her foot repeatedly into my calf muscles. She lost some of her innocence, but was far from slutty, really just giddy and suggestive.
She said “But. like Aneta, I have a BF.” “He’s not here, is he?” I said. “No, he’s home working” she responded.
“Do you run out on him often, or does he think you’re just away on holiday with Aneta?” Paulina went silent for a minute and then ordered yet another drink, and after that we danced a few, getting close enough to flirt and feel each other. I realized though, just how drunk she was, and it was now my responsibility to return her to the room in one piece – that she was not in a position to make any informed decisions about who or how to fuck, at least not tonight. We headed back to the hotel before midnight, with Paulina walking a crooked line down the sidewalk. She’d stumble into me where I needed to catch her so she didn’t fall face flat. And she wrapped a long arm over my shoulders because she slurred, I was her date. Her height was a perfect complement to my 6’3″ and I held her easily, arm tightly around her slender waist.
Back at the room, I balanced her while trying to 1) have her pee; 2) pull the covers back to the bed she’d be in, and 3) get her into the bed and cover her up. No attempt was made to undress her, but when I was almost done, she reached up to pull me down, asking for a goodnight kiss. We kissed, but not the amount she had in mind. She whimpered a bit when she realized I was not climbing in bed to fuck her, but in three minutes she was out like a light.
I woke early, before 8 am to find Paulina sleeping, so I busied myself on my phone, checking email and texting with Aneta to report on the evening. Wanting Paulina to sleep, I stayed in bed and day-dreamed about the day ahead, getting morning wood at the thought of having sex with Paulina. I was rock-hard, stroking my hammer lightly, half asleep still, when I was startled by a hand lightly touching me in the same spot I was touching. Opened my eyes to see Paulina, on her knees, out of bed and very much awake! I kept stroking, as did she, and we talked.
She asked “is it as big as Aneta described it?” “How big did she describe” I asked? Paulina held her hands about 10 inches apart. “Bigger” I said sarcastically!
“Can I see?” she asked. I responded by saying, “It’s not something to be seen, it’s a tool to be used. Did you have anything in particular in mind?” With that I traced two fingers across and around her pouting lips, lightly pushing and prodding them until she opened her mouth, coaxing me to fill her mouth up with my meaty fingers. I pushed fingers in and out of her mouth, hooking her jaw a couple times and mashing the palm of my hand flat against her face. She used her tongue to encircle my fingers and sucked in hard.
“If you do THAT, you can have a close up of the cock your hand is stroking” and she pulled the cover down to expose me. In just a minute, she had the swollen head of my dick in her mouth, and she’d barely been awake for five minutes! She worked on me for about 10 minutes but could not wrap her whole mouth around me. “No worries, Paulina. Every girl has trouble doing what you’re trying to do, but you’re doing good, just suck the head more and you’ll have me eating out of the palm of your hand.”
As she did, I taunted her by saying Aneta had told me Paulina was too much of a “good girl” and that her BF was weak. “So I’m surprised you seem so willing to give me a blowjob without even knowing me for a full day!” And I reached around to pull the back of her head down hard on my cock and told her to suck harder. I could see what Aneta meant about her being timid. She tried to not respond to that, but a look gave her resentment away and she picked up her pace. Not long after, I put a load on her lips and across the side of her face. She removed the globs after a minute with her finger, and then licked her finger clean.
I went for coffee and 30 minutes later I came back to the room. Paulina was in the bathroom. She took a long time in the bathroom, fixing her hair and what-not, and when I went by the bathroom door it was slightly open. Taking a peek I could see she was busy jilling herself, standing at the mirror, eyes closed, tits out, hard nipples still, working two fingers in and around her pussy. She’d been like that for a while and I can’t be sure she finished the job, but she came out five minutes later looking flushed.
Purposely, I wore loose fitting shorts, no briefs, wanting to advertise my package to her curious eyes. She’d dressed in tight jeans, a tight black top with no bra and the same loose-fitting flannel shirt as the night before. Curly long brown hair I wanted to wrap my fingers in. Her first words were “What did I say last night?”
“You said you were curious because of what Aneta said about me – how much fun we had. About your BF, and you hinted about some other things, I can tell you more on the boat ride. You look delicious today, long and lean. I love tall! Let’s head out. There’s a shop where we can have coffee and buy a sandwich for the ride. It’s a 2 hour harbor tour on a small boat. Dress warm, honey! When we get back I want to swim in the pool and take a sauna – interested?”
She paused and said, “You do know I have a BF. So I don’t like you hitting me up. You can go fuck Aneta whenever. As I got to the door I stopped short, letting her run into me, turned around and said, “Just to be clear, I don’t give a fuck about your BF, not one fuck! We’re here for a good time, whether Aneta is here or not. Are you with me or not?”
I’d known her for less than a day and we’d kissed (drunk), she blew me and got facialed in the process, and she spent 30 minutes fantasizing about me in the bath. And now she sat there, trying to look cool and composed, sipping coffee and looking out at boats in a harbor this warm Saturday morning. At least she did not try telling me “You know, I have a boyfriend!”
On the boat we stood together at the bow, wind blowing and temperature about 10 degrees cooler. Her flannel was not enough to keep her warm and when the wind blew her nips poked through her black top. She seemed self-conscious but did not button up. I stayed close enough for her to take some of my body heat, wrapping a long warm arm around her a couple times. Each time she shuddered, I could feel.
Still a little sassy when we talked, I left her alone at the bow to circle the deck. About ten minutes later she came looking for and found me flirting with a nicely thick blonde slut at the stern. She’d seen us in the lounge the night before and thought Paulina was my GF. I told her (Greta) that Paulina wasn’t my girlfriend and that I might be available later that night, and took her number. Greta was a real peach! Seeing me with the blonde seemed to wake Paulina up and she started being nicer to me, since she’d seen the sexy Greta text me and my return text.
When Paulina asked, I just told her Greta wanted to know if Paulina and I were a sure thing. I told her we were not. I said she looked strong, like maybe she could hurt me (in bed) if the opportunity presented itself. Paulina looked at me in all seriousness and said “I’m strong! I work out and stay fit. Well, stronger than I might look.” That made me chuckle because Paulina was so tall and so lean and I said that tall was as good as strong, but they were not the same thing, and that I could toss her like a salad if it came to that.
I told Paulina … Maybe you could show me later how strong you are. Then I’d know if I needed to dial up Greta for some late night fun. But if you were to show me how strong you are, maybe I’d change my mind about that!”
Speechless, she just stammered “Yeah, you’re a prick!” To which I smiled and responded … “Yes, I have a prick, it’s the one you sucked this morning, the one you felt between your legs. An exasperated Paulina walked off to the bow to be by herself. So I went back to talk with Greta again.
I wasn’t away too long, but Paulina was glued to the spot where I left her. She liked me being close – again for the body heat and back hug. I’d been doing my best to swing my pole every chance I had and I used this opportunity again to push into her ass. I know she could feel it pressing in since I’d been half-hard the whole boat ride. We were getting close to the dock so I confirmed with her the plan to sit by the pool and soak up the last bit of good afternoon sun.
Off the water and now sitting at the pool alone, my phone rang – Aneta calling. Her first words were “I think Paulina’s interested. And who the hell is Greta?” So you called her, I asked. “No, she called me. She’s flustered, thinks you don’t like her – and she went there because she gets nothing from her BF. She wants a steamy weekend with you!”
“Sorry – that’s funny. Greta and I just met. I am using her to see Paulina’s reaction. Paulina doesn’t know who she is though, and that suits me just fine!” Just as I was hanging up with Aneta, Paulina walked up to join me poolside. She looked fantastic, that long, lean girl, nice ass and perky tits hidden by a modest bikini and wrap around robe. We ordered drinks – just one – and about 4 pm I told her I was headed for the sauna, would she like to join, and inside we went to the spa.
Like most saunas, there’s an expectation that people stay covered up, so naked under a towel or robe … and the hotel provided robes for that purpose. Again – she looked hot as fuck in her robe, showing a fair amount of skin, but still shy and covered up. In the meantime, I took every opportunity to shift positions and give peeks to her of my now stiff hammer.
And she took peek(s). I leaned back against the wall, eyes closed, except occasionally opening one to see what Paulina was up to. What I found was that she was giving my cock long sideways glances. If she could have gotten away with full on staring, I have no doubt she would. And she damn near fell off the wooden bench when I asked her a question. The look on her face was priceless as she tried to determine if I’d busted her or not. “Can I ask you a personal question?”
“Hmm, yeah I guess” she responded.
“Does your BF know you play around, and would he care?” He’d care, and no, he’s unaware, we’ve been very discreet, she told me.
“But you don’t carry on with any other guys, do you” I asked? “Pretty faithful to him, right? What would he say f he could have seen you with my cock between your lips this morning?” She stammered out a delayed, non-convincing confirmation that she hadn’t cheated and that he would mind, he’d mind a lot!
The sauna was empty, so we could carry on the discussion we were having. My eyes had been closed this whole time, and my hand’s been lightly touching my now full-on hard cock. I acted like I was trying to hide it from her sight, but my glances further confirmed just how intently she’d been locked in on me, on that big, hard dick she sucked earlier in the day.
It was then that I shifted positions to lay down on the top bench, cock full-masted and mostly free from the confines of the hotel robe. “So you work out, Paulina? You said you were strong when we were out on the boat today. How strong do you think you are?”
“Strong enough to make you feel it,” she said. My eyes were locked on the back of her head, which was turned the opposite way looking over her shoulder again at my standing straight-up dick. She couldn’t see me, but if she had, she’d have melted then and there.
“What would you like to do tonight?” She said we could go to the same place as last night, if that’s OK.
“Deal” I said. “Getting kinda hot in here, so I’m going to shower. Meet you back in the room, OK? You can show me just how strong you are.”
“What did you have in mind?” she asked.
“Don’t know – they are your muscles, so you tell me how you’ll slay this dragon.” And with that I shook my dick back and forth beneath my robe, opened my eyes and slowly got up to leave the sauna. “See you in a bit!” All I heard was a gulp as I walked out of the sauna.
The bait was set. I’d annoyed Paulina to the degree she had something to prove to me. We were alone together and she was more than curious about the big cock she’d had her eyes on in the sauna. My dilemma was how to pull it all together. So once again I laid on one of the beds to ponder options until Paulina came back up to the room about 10 minutes later.
Still not time for dinner, Paulina lay down on the bed facing me and we talked, this time like we were friends. It was nice, and I asked what she’d come up with to show off her strength. She smiled and said she’d ruled out arm-wrestling, wrestling, weight-lifting, push-ups and pull-ups. But she thought that if I let her put me in a choke-hold, she could keep it for a count to five.
“Too short!” I shot back. “Make it a twelve-count!, anybody could make it to five.” So we set ground rules in place.
I couldn’t pull her hair.
No punching.
I couldn’t take her to the floor.
No eye gouging.
“There needs to be stakes,” I said. Paulina looked puzzled. “You win, you get something from me, I win and I get something from you. Tell me what you want if you win and I’ll say the same,” I said. “You first.” Paulina said she wanted to be massaged. “Same, but it’s you I want to massage” I said, “plus a kiss to get it started! Take a few minutes to get ready. And to be fair, I’ll kneel on the corner of the bed to give you some leverage.” We agreed and were ready.
Paulina started by cinching her long, thin left arm around my neck and locking the wrist with her right arm folded back toward her, just like a MMA chokehold. I told her to get it cinched good, and that I’d be as gentle as I could be with her, but that I wanted to win. It’d be her job to count slowly to 12, but I’d also count, unless of course she actually was able to choke me out.
Her arms were very long and very lean, both things that would work against her, but I liked the feeling of being all wrapped up by this slender beauty. And with a deep breath, she tugged tight and we were off and running. First thing I did was to tug at her left arm to make her think I was going to pull it away. She flexed with this and I paused, kind of went limp as she reached the four count. Then I tugged with my left arm again at the five count, while I shot my right arm up and behind me to break her grip from the inside.
At seven I had shifted to half-face her and just continued that movement. The twisting, now at the nine-count put us face to face and at the count of eleven, I’d lifted her, putting her on her back on the bed. We both laughed at the silliness of this little stunt, but I declared myself the winner nonetheless. She had no good counter-argument and we chuckled again. Trying to push me away, I stayed on top and said “no – a deal’s a deal”, lowering my face to hers. “Remember, we start with a kiss!” “Ooh” was all she said as I put my lips to hers and nibbled slowly before sliding my tongue into her open mouth. And this was the moment things flipped!
Kissing, I pressed my weight on top of her and told her to wrap her arms around my neck, tight like you tried before. She did and I pulled her whole body up toward the headboard, her legs now fully stretched out on the bed, but beneath me. And I kept the kiss going. Long, slow, sloppy and intimate. As we kissed, I spread her legs and my pelvis lined up between those long sexy stems. She made no move to stop kissing, so there we stayed for a good 10 minutes.
By this time I was massaging her pelvis with my pelvis, thrusting hips and my fully engorged penis into her. Her top had been pushed up to expose her breasts and my hands roamed all over her body. “I can only imagine you are One hot Fuck, my sexy friend, One hot Fuck!”
That lewd comment got her attention, making her pause. She said those famous words yet again … “You know I have a boyfriend” and she whimpered for me when I pinched her nipple and squeezed hard. I stayed on and kissed her for another minute, and there was no skip in her kissing me back.
“I know you do. But I don’t give a fuck about your BF at this very moment. And how do you think he’d feel, his girlfriend, naked and grinding in a hotel room with a guy she just met, not a day ago. A guy that apparently is equipped in a more profound way than he is to deliver pleasure. So yeah, I don’t give a fuck about your BF. I think it’s time for the massage. To do this right, you’ll need to take your clothes off.”
And Paulina dutifully got up, went to the bathroom to pee and came back to my bed covering herself with a long towel. She stretched herself out facing down, with that nice little butt sitting atop her long legs. And we began. I told her I should also be naked and I freed my package from the confines of my shorts. “After all, cock is what got us here, isn’t it.”
Massaging her torso was not so easy because there wasn’t a lot of meat on her bones to dig into, so I concentrated on her sides, rib cage, touching the sides of her perky tits at all opportunities. I positioned myself at the head of the bed to lightly massage her skull, temples, cheeks, around her eyes and neck. All she did was purr at this, until she noticed the presence of my big dick rubbing against her cheeks. Politely, she asked if she could stroke me … just a little … and she got an affirmative response. Her soft hand felt great, soft, but I felt the biggest payoff for the massage would come below her waist so I shifted away from her head.
Starting at her hips, I slowly worked down the outside and backs of her thighs and calf muscles before massaging each foot for about five minutes. The tension built for us both because I really, really wanted to spend time inside those long legs. And that I did, taking a good 15 minutes to get to her “Y” – that divine place where everything would come together for us. And every move I made with my hands to her ass and pussy were met with quiet yelps, twitches and movements, until such time I asked if she’d like me to get her to orgasm (second of the day).
Soon after stroking her to orgasm I instructed her to flip. And from the side I finished the massage by tweaking her nipples, very hard nipples now, stroking her breasts and spreading her moist pussy lips. As I did, her left hand locked onto my shaft and slowly pumped me. It was good that I’d come earlier, that allowed me to tolerate her soft hands. And I asked. “Did Aneta tell you I was tested for STDs before the trip?”
She nodded yes and I asked, “What about you?” She nodded a second time. And my last question ….. “What would your boyfriend have to say now?” Whispering now she said, “He might not like it, but he knows he doesn’t have the equipment to make me quiver, he’s kind of a small dick guy!”
“The massage is over now, but there’s one or two things I’d like to explore with you – is that OK?” I asked. “It’s what I thought you were going to ask, and yes” was her response.
So I positioned my lips to her pussy and spent the next ten minutes prepping her, getting her off once again and getting her wet wet wet, before I set my hammer down. First sliding up and down the length of her opening before shoving into her tight hole.
And I fucked her. Stuffing my cock inside, she had an immediate reaction, bracing herself for something so unfamiliar and so penetrating. Thank god she was ready, I slid inside and then pulled out. Repeating this motion slowly, carefully I lowered my torso down on top of hers, kissing her and enjoying the sensation of her nails strafing my chest, pulling chest hair, scratching my sensitive nipples and then pulling me close.
She wrapped her long legs completely around me and had her arms pulling me down by the neck. I was coiled in this position for just one thing – the in and out motion filling her up, and we stayed like this the whole time. At one point, I whispered in her ear … “you are one hot fuck, Paulina … I want you to cum on my cock.”
She took a minute, gasping and sputtered out, “You mean you want me to cum … again” Yeah … and shortly after that I pulsed as deep inside her pussy as possible, then stayed in her for a couple minutes making sure the seeds were planted. I pulled out and collapsed beside her, both of us sweaty and out of breath. The lights had been on the whole time and the dinner hour was fast approaching.
“What would your BF say if he could see what we just did, and how deep you took me, Paulina?”
“He’d be pissed, but right now I can’t care. He’s a cuck now ….. He doesn’t get me off and I can’t believe how much cock I just took, and I know there’s more I didn’t get! I wish he’d seen that, I really do.”
“Let’s be quiet now – I’ll set one hour on my phone. Sleep tight, you little princess, you little slut. The night’s not over!”
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