The only thing connecting our bodies was his dickhead touching my hot cunthole
Today I’m meeting a new guy. I don’t know his name, and he doesn’t know mine. We only communicated through the website, and I haven’t even seen his face. But he told me that he wants to make me cum over and over until I beg him to let me rest, and he sent me a picture of his cock. It was 8 1/4? long (he had a ruler next to it) and it looked thick enough to make my pussy clench just looking at the picture. We’re meeting at a Comfort Inn two exits down the interstate. He’s going to call me on my cellphone and tell me what room number he’s in, and then I am going to meet him. I can’t wait! My pussy is dripping already. …
When I got there, I knocked on the door, and he opened it from behind it, so I couldn’t see him. The room was dark, with the curtains pulled closed, but there was a candle lit on the dresser for just enough light to see what we were doing. He shut the door behind me and then, before I could turn around, he pulled me back against him, and I swear to god, he was nude, and I could feel his hard cock poking me in the back. He pulled my hair to one side and then he licked up my neck to my ear, sending chills up and down my spine. But when he whispered “Are you ready to get fucked? Are you ready to feel my dick in every hole in your body? Is your pussy wet yet?”… well, when he whispered that in my ear, while grinding against me from behind, I swear I had a mini-climax right there on the spot! Diary, we screwed every way I could imagine and then a couple that I couldn’t! He stripped me from behind, and I never saw his face as he pushed me across the room to the bed. “Kneel,” he commanded me as he pushed me on the king-sized bed, and I did. “Spread your legs, little girl,” he told me, and I did. I couldn’t help myself, Diary, I was moving my ass back and forth, just waiting for him, as I felt the tip of his cock against my pussy. “Are you ready, slut?” he asked me. “Are you ready to get fucked?” and he waited. “God, YES,” I whimpered, and then he slammed that glorious cock deep inside me all in one thrust. I’m telling you, Diary… he was in me so deep that it actually sort of hurt when he was balls-deep inside my pussy! Anyway, he fucked me from behind, pulling my hair into sort of like reins you use to ride a horse, you know? And the climaxes were sooooo good! I know I came five or six times just that first fuck alone! Never seeing his face, just hearing him tell me what a good cunt I had, how much he liked fucking a slut like me… oh Diary, it was incredible! After he came all over my back, he cleaned me off with a warm washcloth and then told me to turn around. He wasn’t handsome, Diary. Not like my George. He was like an animal – hairy chest, pot belly, beard, mustache. But his cock was still hard, even after just cumming all over me. He told me to suck him off, and I did. I swallowed, too, Diary. Wouldn’t George just die? George would never understand that I need it like this.