It wasn’t great sex, but I did it for the story!
World Cup game at my regular bar. Apart from the bar staff, nobody I know is here, but my friend who’s a promoter there introduces me to a bunch of Americans quickly upon my arrival. I say hi and befriend them. Two guys and a chick, and a hot one at that. She’s half Cuban half Egyptian, which makes for a wonderful dark-eyes-dark-hair-bombshell combination and catches my attention. My type exactly. Although I’ve recently become available for hookups again, I’m not at all in chasing mode and enjoy socializing just for the satisfaction of meeting people these days, so I just note her hotness and think little more about it. One of the guys seems to be here with her anyway, or at least he’s constantly hitting on her more or less subtly and touching her. I order a beer and chat them up.
They’re new in town but didn’t arrive together. She sort of ignores his advances and drills holes into me with here eyes and questions. I reveal a little about my life, which only makes her more curious (my life is awesome). The guy starts to brag about his. I like him, but he’s trying a bit too hard. Somehow, the conversation turns to sex (not my initiative) and threesomes. He tells a MFM threesome story, and I tell mine . I tell mine mostly to make people laugh (It’s pretty funny because I almost came in my buddy’s face that time…look it up it’s on my profile somewhere). Her eyes widen and she calls us adventurous and makes a point of stating that she’s very innocent.
Me: “Well if you’re really that innocent you’ve come to the right city to change that”
Our eyes meet as she makes some rebuking comment and I know she wants to get down. The conversation drifts to other sins and we watch the rest of the game as more people I know come into the bar and I greet and introduce and so on.
We then decide to get some booze and drink at the guy’s house, which we immediately put into practice. Some of my friends join us. The guy and some of my friends all hit on the chick more or less openly. I just entertain everybody with do’s and dont’s of the city. We drink at the guy’s place and then I have to leave the group to help out a friend with an unrelated errand. She somehow manages to pass me a tiny piece of paper. I open it in the cab and it reads:
“Come back here with me ”
This is the point where I decide that I will have to fuck this girl. After the errand, I head back to the place, where the party is still going on, but people are slowly leaving. After about an hour, she says she wants to leave and asks me in front of everybody if I want to share a cab. Well you could have been smoother sweetheart, but I’ll take it.
Then the guy interjects and says he’ll come with us because he’s left something at her place (it’s right next to the bar and they had stopped by her place before the bar). Sounds like an excuse to cockblock us, but I don’t mind. In the cab I make up a reason for all of us to keep drinking at hers, which is easy because he’s got a guy-crush on me. I grab her hand out of his sight and hold it for a while. She carresses it eagerly, further confirming what’s going to happen. We arrive at hers, and he goes to the toilet while her and me enjoy a romantic gazing-into-the-night moment on her balcony. He interrupts and we go to the kitchen, where we drink some more and chat a little. At some point, his attention is on something on the wall and I kiss her behind his back. He doesn’t notice.
We chat a little more and somehow start to dance. Suddenly, we’re both grinding her from both sides, but I can see she’s not down for the threesome (and I’m not feeling it either). So when he goes to the toilet, we quickly make a plan to get rid of him. As he comes back, I tell everybody I’m tired and will go home. She agrees and says it’s been nice and escorts us both out. I walk around the corner of the block and wait for him to disappear, and walk back to her appartment.
Once I’m back inside, we make out passionately and are rid of our clothes almost immediately. We take it to the bed and I let my fingers run down her body. When I start to carress her pussy, she resists heavily. I stop and talk to her for a bit and find out she has a boyfriend back home. A bit later, I let my fingers run again and this time, no resistance. I finger her for a while and make her squirt all over the bed. She yells and screams and afterwards tells me she’s never felt like that. I know that – not a lot of men know how to make girls cum like this. I slap on a condom. She says something but I just bring the old classic “Nothing has to happen, I just want to be safe in any case”. Then I position myself over her and slowly penetrate her.
She gets really into it and starts yelling and moaning again. But after a few strokes, she pushes me off and says she can’t do this. I accept that and we go back to snuggling and have some really nice deep conversation. I know I could push through her resistance because she really wants it deep down, but I can sense her upbringing has created huge mental blocks and I don’t want to push her. Instead, I make her cum once more and go to sleep. In the morning, I make her cum again and leave without trying again. I figure if she really wants my cock, she’ll work to get it a second time.
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Few days later. I’m at a bar playing a jam concert with a few buddies enjoying myself. She’s come out alone just to see me. The guy is also here and has recently told me he’d had a thing with her before my showing up. Oops, sorry for fucking it up for you buddy. She behaves really cold and harsh towards him and throws herself at me when I’m off stage watching other musicians. I feel kinda bad about stealing the girl but I didn’t know.
There’s another chick here who’s been into me for a while. At one point, when my Cuban-Egyptian has abandoned my side for a wee moment, she comes over to me to talk to me, touching me excessively. She’s not as hot as the other one, and I kind of want to give the dark-eyed beauty a proper railing tonight, so I kind of deflect her advances. However, something she mentions to me catches my attention: for some reason, she has got the keys to a mansion in the best part of the city and is living there for a week. It’s the official residence of the Belgian ambassador in this country. I can’t help but think I want to have sex there.
Still, as closing time comes, I fend her off and decide to reward my exotic darling for her hard work. Unfortunately, although the vibes are really cool and sensual, she still doesn’t want to fuck and I still don’t wanna put in the work to break down her barriers. Although I cum from sticking my cock between her huge (!!) boobs and enjoying the best tittie fuck of my life, I still have sort of blue balls in the morning.
So I kick her out and text the other girl that I have three hours in the afternoon and she should show me that mansion. We meet up and walk the way to the mansion from her place, making some chit-chat conversation about travelling and so on. She keeps busting my balls and I bust back just enough to keep the vibe okay, because I’m not really into her humour.
We get to the place and it is humonguous. Good old 19th century-style flashy victorian shit. Not that I know about architecture, but it’s impressive. The insides are draped with flags and full of huge rooms with old plushy furniture that are made for official receptions. She gives me the tour of the place and then we sit down on the sofa in the main reception hall. It’s an intimidating, official setting. We open a beer and chat for a while. I bust her balls about her country to no end, and in the middle of one of her defences, I just interupt her with a kiss. She kisses back eagerly. As I break it, she asks me:
Her: “Do you always insult girls’ countries before you kiss them?”
Me: “Nah I just thought it was time to end this conversation and get down to business.”
With that, I kiss her again and start rubbing her pussy from the outside of her pants. She gets turned on and after a while, she says:
Her: “I knew you only came here because you wanted to do it here”
Me: “Well, do you want to do it here?”
Her: “Of course.”
We get up and out of our clothes quickly. She closes the curtains (which I had wanted to avoid because the idea of inhabitants of the other ambassador mansions peeking in to see us fuck in the reception hall turned me on) and we get back to the sofa. She says she’s scared of staining the sofa, so she puts her shirt under her ass. I make a point of making her squirt all over the plush covers of the sofa. I’ve got the squirting powers, and I will use them for evil.
My dick isn’t getting fully hard. Probably because I’m not super attracted to her. Whatever, I just slap on a condom and force it in her anyway.
Then I cum after about ten strokes.
I laugh and apologize and tell her it’s probably because I’ve mistreated my body recently (true, but I don’t mention the blue balls from the last night). She asks me what my usual protocol after one-night-stands is because she’s not used to them and I tell her it depends on the person. In this case, I have about an hour left, so I suggest we sit down by the pool and have some champagne to celebrate the fact that we fucked in this place.
She agrees. We have a good conversation about sex and traveling and politics and everything over a few glasses of champagne. We laugh about how we both did it for the story mostly and I point out that it’s an even better story now that the sex was kind of shitty.
Hey, at least we got the story out of it!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sx5ens/i_had_sex_in_an_ambassador_mansion_mfx2