Unexpectedly dirty quickie (or, "Everything they say about Germans is true") [f/m] | 2016

[preamble, see below for xxx]

Hi all. Long time pervert, first time poster. Please go easy. :) I am a female living in eastern Europe (5'4, petite, small tits, ample butt, blonde hair, blue eyes... boring-sounding when you break it down). I recently met a guy while traveling abroad in Germany (5'9, fit, gorgeous grabbable brown hair, vibrant eyes of a colour that I cannot actually describe). As he would tell you, we met at a festival and exchanged contact info. In reality, we met at a festival, I both immediately noted and consciously avoided his hotness (as I was already in the midst of an icky breakup/not looking for more relationshit), and at the end of the evening he struck up a conversation making sure not to leave without giving me his detailed coordinates so that, as I found out later, I "would be sure to find him". We met up the next night and stayed up talking, about zombie escape plans, reptilian alien overlords, glitches in the matrix, astronomy, philosophy and the nature of memory. Then around 4am, I began to shudder from the cold, so he took me home, made me tea and we ended up banging all night (quite by accident, I assure you, but that's another story for another time).

Since then, we have hooked up a few times in different countries for some adventures of both the sexual and non-sexual variety. I will write more about the sexy sort later, if anyone is interested. For now I will recount the most recent, where I was both pleasantly surprised at his openness and learned a new aspect of my own deviance of which I was not formerly aware. (Let me clarify by saying that I have a pretty kinky background and have been involved in the fetish community as a domina. However as much as I enjoy administering the pleasure of pain, I am open to switching for someone with strong character. This boy does not seem to have dabbled deep in the fetish world -- so far we have experimented with some light bondage, spanking, and ass play (on both sides) -- but his strength challenges and excites me, and whenever he flexes his dominance or a new kink surfaces, it come as a delightful surprise.)

[xxx -- WARNING: might be a bit gross for some people]

Fast forward a few months to where he is paying me a weekend visit. We have about 40 minutes before he has to leave for the train station. No time for a long, languid sex marathon as I would like, but still plenty of time for a final goodbye.

I left the bedroom briefly to freshen up and returned to find him naked on the bed, his exemplary dick already firm and expectant. I missed the slow reveal, but we were in a race against time. I honestly don't remember removing my clothes, but I must have done it in a hurry also -- all I can remember is leaning back, watching him get to work between my legs. Being the slut for sensation that I am, I stroked his hair and told him to tease me. To me there is nothing hotter than anticipation, even when on a timeline (perhaps especially when on a timeline?). He immediately complied and began tracing his tongue lightly around my lips, depositing soft kisses and licks along my thighs. Every once in a while he would stop to breathe hot against my skin. The sensory overload made me shudder, and I gripped his head and bucked my hips toward him, rocking back and forth as he continued to tease my lips and clit, circling his tongue ever so lightly and sucking now and again.

Eventually the desire to be penetrated became too great -- I reached down to grab his cock and guide it in, but the teasing was not over yet. He grabbed his (gorgeous) swollen dick and started to slide it back and forth -- lightly teasing the tip against my pussy, then trailing it down through my wetness and pressing it into my ass (which I would have loved, but we definitely did not have time for that). I reached down to touch myself, and he smiled and watched, an impish grin on his face as he continued to run his cock over me - slow, light, firm, purposeful and positively maddening.

At this point, I was beginning to regret my instruction to tease. Every time he slid over my pussy it went in just a little bit, and I longed to feel myself stretching over his hard, throbbing, bare dick. Eventually he pressed it in and I gasped, inadvertently tightening and forcing him out again. I was dripping by this point, but tight with anticipation. I was aching for him to fuck me, and went so far as to beg for it. He fucks so hard, like a goddamn machine. Knowing this, not wanting to tear me, he leaned over, spat precisely on my lips and proceeded to drive his massive stiff dick into me.

I froze and stared at him, completely wide-eyed, jaw agape. Sure, saliva is a suitable lubricant but never has anyone dared to straight up spit on any part of me. Yet his precision, the way it felt when it hit me and dripped down, how it allowed him to slide in so smoothly, and the extreme balls he displayed… it was debasing, and at the same time, one of the hottest fucking things I'd ever experienced. I told him as much, and he spit again, and again, each time driving his cock in deeper and harder, working up a fast, forceful rhythm. I was so wet from watching him that the spit wasn't even necessary. I reached my fingers down to explore this slippery mess between my legs and he fucked me relentlessly until I came on his dick.

THEN… things got crazy.

The level to which I had been turned on must have ignited something in him. He threw my legs over my head and drove his tongue into my ass. As I mentioned, he'd tongued and fingered and fucked my ass, but had never gone at it with such reckless abandon. I was so completely surprised by how dirty, hot and unexpected it was that I laughed. I called him an ass slut and asked when he was going to let me fuck his ass and spit on him. In answer, he buried his face in my ass and fervently tugged on his dick.

I told him I love watching him jerk off… that I hope someday when we have more time, he would spend the day coming on me, in me, all over me, again and again… that I wanted to lick it all up and spend the day sticky and covered in his cum and spit. My dirty talk seemed to excite him to the point where he sat up, spread my legs, slid his rigid cock into my pussy started fucking me wildly again. He was fucking me so hard I was breathless, and as I opened my mouth to gasp for air, he grabbed ahold of my chin and spat directly into it.

Again, I was simultaneously offended and so incredibly turned on that I just stared at him incredulously, torn between throwing him off me, smacking the shit out of him, and completely giving in. He returned my stare, watching for my reaction, and when I didn't slap him upside the head, he spat in my mouth again.

This time I wanted it, reached for it… wanting to feel it on my tongue and lips. A few more times I opened my mouth and he accepted my wordless invitation. Much to my own surprise, I found myself asking if he would spit on my face. He looked at me for a moment, shocked, and asked if I was sure. I nodded and closed my eyes and he leaned over and spat -- forcefully this time -- and started fucking me faster and more ferociously than ever. A small amount got in my lashes and I laughed, asking what had happened to his accuracy -- was he too excited? We started kissing lustfully and as our spit mingled, he exploded inside of me, hot and furious.

We ended up being late to the station. But his ride was delayed too so it all worked out in the end.

P.S. Starlord, did I miss anything?

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