The Second Guy I Pleased Abroad (m/f) | 2016

Wow! Thank you guys so much for the wonderful feedback on my first story. If you haven't read it, you should to get an idea of what's going on in this one. You can find that story here: http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/2d1bzj/pleasing_a_stranger_for_money_abroad_mf/

Anyway, I got a lot of people wanting to read more, so here it is! A bit of a more unorthodox intro...

So. There I was, mounting this stranger. His tongue flicked in and out of my pussy. It was getting hard to tell just how wet I was because of how he ate me out; I’d never been eaten out like that in my life. He sucked on my clit, opened my pussy with his hands and sucked inside my pussy. It felt amazing. I couldn’t lose myself in the ecstasy, though; his cock was right underneath me, and so I put my mouth to it and begin to suck him off. The 69 was completed, his cock stuffing into my mouth and my pussy grinding against his face. I don’t remember at what point I realized that I was grinding my hips on his face, but he seemed to enjoy it. He spanked my ass. I moaned and he spanked it harder. I loved it.

I felt myself coming to an orgasm so I started to focus more on pleasing his cock to extend the pleasure. I gobbled it up, up and down, secretly glad that it wasn’t too long and wasn’t stabbing my throat. I opened my eyes, and the picture of him with his ex-wife stared back at me from his dresser. I don’t know why, but at that moment I was kind of filled with a lot of sadness and a lot of self-awareness. I sincerely felt bad for this guy. I knew his urges would be satisfied with me, but emotionally, he clearly wasn’t there. I wondered if what I was doing was right.

After Sayuri and I got home from my first night with a stranger, we just headed off to bed and didn’t really say anything about it. The next morning she asked me how I felt. I told her it was okay, and really, it was. I didn’t really feel bad. Dirty? Maybe. I guess I was pretty casual about sex… more than I had realized earlier. I was enjoying the sudden cash, but of course it had to first go to pay off the essentials. I promised myself I would go to paying back the money I owed to the schools first and foremost. I did keep a little bit of it to myself for my fun.

I asked Sayuri to keep it a secret, but I couldn’t help but spill the beans on what I had done to another friend in the dorm. Sayuri had already told me that this girl had done it in the past, so I knew I wouldn’t be judged. I found that I enjoyed talking about it, too. The next weekend, Sayuri told me that she was going to go out and asked me if I wanted to go, too. I told her that I did. Sayuri said she would find both me and herself a guy, and we would be each other’s “bodyguards” for lack of a better term. I told her to do so, and I told her that I was willing to do a bit more than last time. I was still a little apprehensive about sex, so I told her just oral would be good.

Sure enough, Sayuri found someone that was willing to pay me for oral. It kind of floated around in the back of my mind that I basically had in her the world’s nicest pimp, which I thought was kind of funny. This was a guy Sayuri didn’t know, but her contact knew him and said he was nice, just really lonely.

The night came, and we decided that I would go first. I dressed in a nice blue dress with an okay pair of underwear, an old, pink pair that I was prepared to lose if the guy wanted it, like the last one. This time, I shaved my pussy, too. Sayuri liked my dress theme, saying I looked classier than she ever did for these things. I lent her one of my dresses and we both left the dorm pretty well dressed. We got on a train, getting a lot of looks. A group of guys our age hit on us and wouldn't leave us alone, following us off our stop. I prayed that they wouldn’t follow all the way to the guy’s apartment. Luckily, they left us alone after the train station.

This guy lived in a similar apartment to the last one and the proceedings were pretty similar. He was actually surprised to see me and saw that I was real. I guess I understood why he would be. He gave me and Sayuri some tea and we chatted for a while. He had a real cozy apartment and I felt pretty relaxed. Soon after, he moved to go to his room and I followed, my heart still thumping as hard as it did last time. This guy was a lot better looking than the last one. He was young, probably late 20s or early 30s. I didn’t have to lie about my age this time, so he wasn’t the pedo kind.. at least an overt one, anyway.

His room was really neat and he pulled me into his arms as soon as I walked in. He kissed me and I found myself a little uncomfortable as his tongue forced its way into my mouth. He moved his tongue inside me until I got a little less uncomfortable and started kissing him back. When he pulled away, he said that I was the first foreign girl to kiss him. Well, I thought, technically you kissed me. But whatever. As he was taking off his clothes, I noticed a bunch of pictures on his dresser of him and another woman. My stomach sank. Shit, I thought. This guy’s married. What the fuck!

I stopped him and asked him if he was married. He shook his head no, and explained to me that he was divorced. I wasn’t sure I believed him, but he told me about how he still loved this woman but she had left him for another man. I won’t go into too much detail for his privacy’s sake, but this guy clearly had a lot of attachment issues left by this woman. But he told me he wasn’t looking for love or anything; he said it bluntly, he just needed a cute body to lay with and pleasure him. I got it.

I felt bad for killing the mood a bit. I began to unbutton the top of my dress, and he finished undressing himself. His cock was already hard and it was a nice, average size. He was cleanly shaven, which made me really happy that I did too. He moved over to me and, before I was done with taking my dress of, slid his hand underneath the skirt and rubbed over my pussy with his fingers. His touch made me wet; he was rough and firm, but not uncomfortably so. I unbuttoned my dress all the way and let it fall to the floor, and he slid my bra off. He kneaded my chest in his hands and leaned in to suck on them. As he did so, I reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it. He grunted, saying it was a little rough without any lubrication, so I spit in my hand and got his cock well lubricated. He enjoyed that a lot.

He grabbed my hips and guided me to his bed and threw me back on it. I thought for a second that he would hold me down and fuck me there, but he let me slide up on the bed so my legs were just hanging off of the bed. He opened my legs and stuck his face in my pussy, sniffing my wet pussy. He seemed to like it or approve, and he ran his tongue along the full length of my clit and pussy. I couldn’t help but let out a loud moan. He flicked his tongue over my pussy a couple of times before getting up and sliding onto the bed. He motioned for me to climb up on top of him. I did, and he grabbed my hips and turned me around. I did.

There I was, mounting this stranger. His tongue went back to me, flicking in and out of my pussy. It was getting hard to tell just how wet I was because of how he ate me out; I’d never been eaten out like that in my life. He sucked on my clit, opened my pussy with his hands and sucked inside my pussy. It felt amazing. I couldn’t lose myself in the ecstasy, though; his cock was right underneath me, and so I put my mouth to it and begin to suck him off. The 69 was completed, his cock stuffing into my mouth and my pussy grinding against his face. I don’t remember at what point I realized that I was grinding my hips on his face, but he seemed to enjoy it. He spanked my ass. I moaned and he spanked it harder. I loved it.

I felt myself coming to an orgasm so I started to focus more on pleasing his cock to extend the pleasure. I gobbled it up, up and down, secretly glad that it wasn’t too long and wasn’t stabbing my throat. I opened my eyes, and the pictures of him with his ex-wife stared back at me from his dresser. I don’t know why, but at that moment I was kind of filled with a lot of sadness and a lot of self-awareness. I sincerely felt bad for this guy. I knew his urges would be satisfied with me, but emotionally, he clearly wasn’t there. I wondered if what I was doing was right.

A jolt of pleasure knocked me off of my mini existential crisis as he probed a finger in my ass. I hadn’t really experienced that before, so it just caught me by surprise. I let out a small yelp, his cock popping out of my mouth, and he asked me if I was okay. Yes, I replied, suddenly realizing my breath was shallow. I spit on his cock again and started jerking him off fast while I sucked on the tip. He went back to sucking on my pussy and fingering my ass and pussy. He tried to fit two fingers in my ass but it hurt too much and I told him to just leave it at one, but that he could stick two in my pussy. He did, and it sent me in a whirl. I was whimpering and asking for more in English, begging for him to make me cum. He got faster and faster, slamming his finger in my cunt until I couldn’t hold on anymore. I came hard, squirting a little and grabbing the bedsheets, rolling off of him as I felt that wonderful feeling of electricity fill my pussy and my brain. I couldn’t control myself for a second and I apologized, breathing deep. He immediately got on top of me and I opened my mouth, still reeling from my orgasm. He stuffed his cock in my mouth and slowly moved in and out himself, gradually picking up speed, until I felt his cock tense up and before I knew it he blasted a load into the back of my throat. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and rubbed what was left on my chest. All of this happened in a few seconds. It was amazing.

I swallowed his cum and he seemed pleased at that. We lay for a minute, both out of breath. He played with my chest while we rested for a bit. He gave me a towel and let me take a shower/bath, which I appreciated. He was very kind to me even after the deal, which sometimes wasn’t the case with all the guys. After I changed back into my dress, he gave me and Sayuri some more tea while we finished off the variety show she was watching. It was a bit of an awkward silence. He asked me if I wanted to know about his ex-wife. I felt really bad, but I politely said no.

He paid and thanked me, and I thanked him as well. I left, and I never saw him again. Sometimes I wonder how he’s doing. In a perfect world, I guess he’d find someone else to love.