My German Invasion
A German guest returned, that stayed here almost a year ago. That was before I started to spread my legs so casually for anyone that wanted to fuck me.
He likes mostly younger guys, ladyboys, we're close to the same age. He showed an interest in me because of the way I 'acted'. Body language says a lot.
There were some things about him that were 'signals'. I brushed it off at the time but later thought I should have pursued it even a little. This time, after recognizing him and talking for a while, I let my guard down completely. If he wanted to fuck, I was more than ready. When he'd shown up I already knew that I had one of my local Vietnamese 'friends' showing up that evening. I had already called my part time person and had him coming over at seven to mind the desk and help anyone that showed up. My German guest was sitting in the lobby having a few beers and we were talking when the 'friend' arrived. It was completely obvious what was going on with us. I excused myself and we went to the room; reappearing after almost an hour. I'd taken my time with a nice slow and, very sloppy, blow job before getting on my back and taking a decent hard fucking from him.
When the local guy left; I made myself a drink and got him (the German guy)a fresh beer. We spent some time talking about a lot of things, I'd sent the worker home and, around nine, it became very clear that, if I was willing, he was interested. He had dropped one interesting comment, during our conversation, “I'm a little bigger than the average Vietnamese guy...you may enjoy it even more.”
Yes, I'd confessed (while we were talking) that I do enjoy my cocks a little larger than average. The Vietnamese guy who'd just left a huge load of his seed behind was a nice thick seven inches...a nice find.
This guy was staying in the dorm with three others; I couldn't lock the door because we were waiting for two of them to come back. There was one couple in the room directly above mine; they'd been in the room since dinner. I couldn't lock up but I could turn all of the lights down. I did that, put the dorm room key on top of the reception counter then, went to sit with him on the small couch.
As I went to sit down he placed his hand on my backside, gave a nice squeeze and remarked that I had a pretty nice ass. His hand remained there as I sat down, there were a few more little squeezes then he took it away. We were sitting close enough, in the dim light, that I could easily put my hand on his leg then move it up to his crotch. He did indeed have a nice larger cock. If it wouldn't have been the waiting for the last two guys to arrive; I'd have been on my knees in a second. As it was my gentle rubbing and squeezing was enough attention to get his cock even harder. Since no one showed up right away, he sat back while I messed with the zipper, belt and a clasp on his shorts. I didn't have to have much light to feel what I finally held...if he was an inch he had to be at least eight inches and, he was nice and thick! That cock was thick enough that I couldn't close my fingers around it.
I played with the head a little...he moaned, sat back and closed his eyes.
My heart was pounding, my cunt was tingling and I was breathing a little harder in anticipation. I was also leaking enough of the other guys cum that I wouldn't need any lube. I could take a chance and go down on him right there; what I really wanted to do was straddle him and ease down on that beautiful cock! There was no talking or movement outside, nothing indicating that the other guests were coming back and I was drooling over that cock...
I turned in his direction, bent the best I could and opened wide. Well, I actually used my tongue and lips first, around that big beautiful head! When I bent forward his hand went back to caressing my ass, squeezing a little as he made a sound like a hissing moan.
As I started to choke myself on that cock, we both heard the guys coming up the street.
I sat up, he hid his cock, they took the key and went up to the dorm. As I locked-up he stood in the dim light with his erect cock fully exposed. Hard as a rock and waiting.
We didn't exactly tear at each other in the room but; I did get him to sit on the bed while I did a little more sucking. He stopped that after a few minutes; we both got on the bed while our clothes came off. I said, “I'll ride you if you'd like that then...you can use any position you like to finish.” there was no discussion.
He laid back relaxed and, I straddled him. Since his cock was in a good position to penetrate me; I eased back and down, found my waiting hole with the head and applied some pressure. I gave a little squeal as the head spread me open and popped inside then, we both moaned as I slowly sat down on him. By the time I'd (slowly) worked my way up and down twice; his cock was well lubed and I was totally relaxed. Damn did that feel great! I leaned back, wiggled my ass forward a little and had most of him buried inside of me.
He wasn't exactly rearranging things inside of me but...I was very full of his cock. God did it feel good!
Eight to ten inches has always been a good fit for me; at least once I was over sixteen or s*******n. Eight is close to just right, a guy can pound the hell out of my cunt and (usually) not hit bottom. Ten inches is a little close to a limit for comfortable sex. It's nice but usually not a good hard fuck. My fondness for longer than ten and thicker than most is just me. I fucking love it!
This guy's eight was great.
My knees aren't as good as they use to be but; I held out as long as I could. It felt so damned good, we were both enjoying it to death! When he whispered that he was just about ready to cum and – wanted me to get on my back – I was ready for a change.
------> there's a little interlude in here, a very nice one <--------
I was writing this (well I still am) on the pc at reception; where I do most of my writing. It was after ten pm, everyone was in for the night, I went to make myself another little drink in the kitchen.
I hadn't heard him come down the stairs but – I found a guest standing at the desk reading this...
slim good looking guy in his mid-thirties, barefoot and nothing but boxer shorts...
He was shocked and embarrassed at being caught, I was quickly wondering about what he was thinking then...
“Ah, I was wondering...er...can I get a beer?”
“Sure hon, you read while I get one.”
There was some stammering as I walked away.
I returned with his beer, handed it to him and waited.
“That's interesting...did you write this or someone else? It is pretty hot stuff.”
I've never met any of my readers so the compliment was very nice. I explained that I wrote it and, it had happened the previous week. I never use real names of people (except from ones in the past) and then, usually not a real first name.
He'd seen the writing on the bunks, now he knew that I was the owner and slut.
“How often do you...I mean...you know, get sex?”
“Maybe once a week; sometimes more often. That German guy stayed for three days. We had sex a few times a day, it was very nice, he was a nice guy – a good fit as I say. His cock was fat enough that I was walking a little funny some days.”
We both chuckled over that.
We talked a little more before he went up to the dorm. I sat back down and started writing again, that lasted for a few minutes before I heard the door close upstairs. I 'felt' him coming back down the stairs more than saw it, he was pretty quiet.
“I was wondering...well, I was going to the bathroom to stroke it but...thought, you know?”
At least he was honest about it.
He was close enough to me that I didn't have to reach far; I gently placed my hand on his leg, just above the knee, and slipped my hand up under the leg of his shorts. He jumped at the touch then, as my hand moved up more, he turned toward me, taking about a step closer. By then I had my fingers around what I was after. At my gentle touch he gave a little moan but didn't move away...my fingers encircled his semi-erect cock, it jerked at my touch then suddenly rose to attention.
I started sucking him as soon as I got that cock through the fly in his shorts. Mostly making love to the head. He had a nice average cock, maybe seven inches, medium thickness. When I finally opened wide and took a nice mouthful he moaned like hell, put his hands on my head and started face-fucking me nice and slow. When I came up for air I asked, “Isn't this better than jacking off?” his only reply was a shuddering moan of pleasure. I then took that little break to pull his shorts down then, let them fall to his ankles.
After a few more minutes of sucking he asked, “Can we do something else? I'd really love to fuck you...if that's possible?” I assured him that it was, held onto that hard cock (gently) and led him to the bedroom...my room.
A few minutes later I was on all fours being penetrated by a nice hard cock.
Yes, he was horny as hell! He didn't last too long but gave me a good hard fucking! When he finally blew his load I was flat on my tummy and he was going at me VERY hard! There was a second one, about an hour later. I couldn't leave his cock alone, he was horny, he got rock hard again and he gave me a nice long ride. By midnight he was back in the dorm and I was playing with myself (tingling all over) until I had a nice orgasm.
Nothing was said the next morning but, his buddy was intent on continuing north to the town of Quy Nhon, after breakfast. When his friend went up to the dorm he quietly asked me if I was willing to get in bed again. He was thinking about staying one more night then catching up with his friend the next day. I told him that he could move his things into my room, I normally took a nap around noontime so, if he was ready then, I was available.
He was VERY ready! By noon (we'd gone to the room around eleven) I'd had a slightly loud but very nice orgasm as he tried to fuck me through the mattress. It felt great to be on my back, arms and legs locked tightly around him, while he gave it to me good and hard.
We disappeared again, late in the afternoon, for a nice little quickie.
That seemed to set things up for a very long session once I locked-up for the night. Then, just to make things a little better, I got to help him work off his morning wood. By the time breakfast rolled around I was nice and raw...the feeling of some very good long sex. I was also leaking like crazy; even after spending some time on the toilet. I felt him, I tasted him, I also had the heavy taste of butter and coconut oil I'm now using for lube. I'd made a mess of the sarong (at least where I sat) when I moved I leaked, when I sat down I leaked. My thighs were either a sticky mess or sticking together. I always loved that feeling but, to function, I eventually cleaned up and put on a pair of panties with a pad. My cunt still tingled and I loved that; I always have.
------> Back to the German guy
I took my time changing position and he cooled off a little. Since he didn't exactly 'ease' back into me there was a little twinge of pain, a squeal from me then he was buried. Since he'd been rubbing my 'G' spot then, hit it pretty well on the way back in; I moved my ass around and positioned my hips to take full advantage of his size. Now, with my legs locked around him, I was being stimulated with almost every stroke of his great cock. As he went at me that old feeling started to creep over me again. Beginning down in my toes, working up to my pelvis then, just exploding all through me. I was beginning my own nice orgasm as he plowed in good and deep then unloaded in me.
My legs were up over his shoulders by then, he was hitting bottom and still pushing like hell when he came. I was off in my own little world, seeing spots and moaning pretty loud (can't help that). Then he came a second time – I haven't had a guy do that in quite a while! There was maybe fifteen or twenty seconds between them. He'd obviously enjoyed it.
He went up to the dorm, I slept like a log.
That was the beginning of three pretty nice days.
He was asking about a few things in the area so I volunteered to show him a few places. One of the little side trips was up a road that parallels the coast road but is used a lot less. It goes down to a bike/walking trail a few kilometers up the coast, next to a nice little pond. The area is heavily forested. There is a small but unfinished house that sits just off of the trail and overlooks the pond. It's sort of remote, no other houses within a kilometer or more, has no doors or windows, just openings for them.
It has been and still is used for sex; the things left behind and the graffiti on the walls are proof of that. A Vietnamese guy showed me the place five or six years ago and that's what we used it for. I gave him a pretty good sucking that day then bent over one of the openings for a window and let him finish inside of me. I'd also been there a few times to get a good drilling while bent over a motorbike. On this outing I'd brought everything we'd need to have some fun.
He got the idea and, following a little foreplay, I found myself bent over a window opening with everything down around my ankles. He had shown (at the hostel) an interest in fucking me hard and deep...really slamming me good. I think he was a little shy about doing it there because of the noise (me) I made while having that nice cock shoved in me good and hard. In the middle of nowhere, it was a different story. He demonstrated, right at the initial penetration, that he was going to give it to me good and hard. He was rock hard.
After slipping the head between my cheeks he let me relax for a moment and try to get ready. As he eased in (just the head) he slipped it in and out a few times then; grabbed me by the waist and buried that cock all the way in one savage thrust!
Okay, maybe not 'savage' but it was good and hard; it got one hell of a squeal of pain from me! I was kept pinned against the concrete opening while he spent a few minutes plowing the hell out of me. The pain was quickly replaced by some passion and my squeals became yelps and moans of pure pleasure...lust...god did it feel good to be hammered like that. He then slowed a little to give me nice long hard thrusts for a while. Every one of them ending with his full weight pressing me firmly and solidly against the window opening.
As I blindly took him I was also looking around a little. Not so much worried about someone seeing that, just watching around while spots exploded in my vision. There was a slight breeze blowing, there was movement in the tree branches. Then, what I saw about a hundred feet away, was an older woman standing just inside of a few trees. Unless she was blind, it was obvious what was going on. She probably didn't speak or understand English but I increased my volume anyway. For the next fifteen minutes she got to watch and hear me getting a good hard fucking. She probably didn't understand my gasping cries of passion; asking, hell begging, him to fuck me deeper and harder. She probably did have a full understanding of the visual aids. My wiggling around while I was slammed against the open window hole repeatedly, my friend grabbing my shoulders and pulling back hard as he drove his great cock in hard and deep. She probably understood, not the words but the meaning, of my gasps as I was fucked good and hard.
She watched until he buried that cock one last time, getting a real loud yelp of pain from me, then really got me to yell like hell while he shot a big beautiful load deep in my bowels.
Yes, she understood that and watched it all. There was a knowing little smile then she simply walked away.
It may have been the high point of her week; maybe her month. I know that I enjoyed it!
He likes mostly younger guys, ladyboys, we're close to the same age. He showed an interest in me because of the way I 'acted'. Body language says a lot.
There were some things about him that were 'signals'. I brushed it off at the time but later thought I should have pursued it even a little. This time, after recognizing him and talking for a while, I let my guard down completely. If he wanted to fuck, I was more than ready. When he'd shown up I already knew that I had one of my local Vietnamese 'friends' showing up that evening. I had already called my part time person and had him coming over at seven to mind the desk and help anyone that showed up. My German guest was sitting in the lobby having a few beers and we were talking when the 'friend' arrived. It was completely obvious what was going on with us. I excused myself and we went to the room; reappearing after almost an hour. I'd taken my time with a nice slow and, very sloppy, blow job before getting on my back and taking a decent hard fucking from him.
When the local guy left; I made myself a drink and got him (the German guy)a fresh beer. We spent some time talking about a lot of things, I'd sent the worker home and, around nine, it became very clear that, if I was willing, he was interested. He had dropped one interesting comment, during our conversation, “I'm a little bigger than the average Vietnamese guy...you may enjoy it even more.”
Yes, I'd confessed (while we were talking) that I do enjoy my cocks a little larger than average. The Vietnamese guy who'd just left a huge load of his seed behind was a nice thick seven inches...a nice find.
This guy was staying in the dorm with three others; I couldn't lock the door because we were waiting for two of them to come back. There was one couple in the room directly above mine; they'd been in the room since dinner. I couldn't lock up but I could turn all of the lights down. I did that, put the dorm room key on top of the reception counter then, went to sit with him on the small couch.
As I went to sit down he placed his hand on my backside, gave a nice squeeze and remarked that I had a pretty nice ass. His hand remained there as I sat down, there were a few more little squeezes then he took it away. We were sitting close enough, in the dim light, that I could easily put my hand on his leg then move it up to his crotch. He did indeed have a nice larger cock. If it wouldn't have been the waiting for the last two guys to arrive; I'd have been on my knees in a second. As it was my gentle rubbing and squeezing was enough attention to get his cock even harder. Since no one showed up right away, he sat back while I messed with the zipper, belt and a clasp on his shorts. I didn't have to have much light to feel what I finally held...if he was an inch he had to be at least eight inches and, he was nice and thick! That cock was thick enough that I couldn't close my fingers around it.
I played with the head a little...he moaned, sat back and closed his eyes.
My heart was pounding, my cunt was tingling and I was breathing a little harder in anticipation. I was also leaking enough of the other guys cum that I wouldn't need any lube. I could take a chance and go down on him right there; what I really wanted to do was straddle him and ease down on that beautiful cock! There was no talking or movement outside, nothing indicating that the other guests were coming back and I was drooling over that cock...
I turned in his direction, bent the best I could and opened wide. Well, I actually used my tongue and lips first, around that big beautiful head! When I bent forward his hand went back to caressing my ass, squeezing a little as he made a sound like a hissing moan.
As I started to choke myself on that cock, we both heard the guys coming up the street.
I sat up, he hid his cock, they took the key and went up to the dorm. As I locked-up he stood in the dim light with his erect cock fully exposed. Hard as a rock and waiting.
We didn't exactly tear at each other in the room but; I did get him to sit on the bed while I did a little more sucking. He stopped that after a few minutes; we both got on the bed while our clothes came off. I said, “I'll ride you if you'd like that then...you can use any position you like to finish.” there was no discussion.
He laid back relaxed and, I straddled him. Since his cock was in a good position to penetrate me; I eased back and down, found my waiting hole with the head and applied some pressure. I gave a little squeal as the head spread me open and popped inside then, we both moaned as I slowly sat down on him. By the time I'd (slowly) worked my way up and down twice; his cock was well lubed and I was totally relaxed. Damn did that feel great! I leaned back, wiggled my ass forward a little and had most of him buried inside of me.
He wasn't exactly rearranging things inside of me but...I was very full of his cock. God did it feel good!
Eight to ten inches has always been a good fit for me; at least once I was over sixteen or s*******n. Eight is close to just right, a guy can pound the hell out of my cunt and (usually) not hit bottom. Ten inches is a little close to a limit for comfortable sex. It's nice but usually not a good hard fuck. My fondness for longer than ten and thicker than most is just me. I fucking love it!
This guy's eight was great.
My knees aren't as good as they use to be but; I held out as long as I could. It felt so damned good, we were both enjoying it to death! When he whispered that he was just about ready to cum and – wanted me to get on my back – I was ready for a change.
------> there's a little interlude in here, a very nice one <--------
I was writing this (well I still am) on the pc at reception; where I do most of my writing. It was after ten pm, everyone was in for the night, I went to make myself another little drink in the kitchen.
I hadn't heard him come down the stairs but – I found a guest standing at the desk reading this...
slim good looking guy in his mid-thirties, barefoot and nothing but boxer shorts...
He was shocked and embarrassed at being caught, I was quickly wondering about what he was thinking then...
“Ah, I was wondering...er...can I get a beer?”
“Sure hon, you read while I get one.”
There was some stammering as I walked away.
I returned with his beer, handed it to him and waited.
“That's interesting...did you write this or someone else? It is pretty hot stuff.”
I've never met any of my readers so the compliment was very nice. I explained that I wrote it and, it had happened the previous week. I never use real names of people (except from ones in the past) and then, usually not a real first name.
He'd seen the writing on the bunks, now he knew that I was the owner and slut.
“How often do you...I mean...you know, get sex?”
“Maybe once a week; sometimes more often. That German guy stayed for three days. We had sex a few times a day, it was very nice, he was a nice guy – a good fit as I say. His cock was fat enough that I was walking a little funny some days.”
We both chuckled over that.
We talked a little more before he went up to the dorm. I sat back down and started writing again, that lasted for a few minutes before I heard the door close upstairs. I 'felt' him coming back down the stairs more than saw it, he was pretty quiet.
“I was wondering...well, I was going to the bathroom to stroke it but...thought, you know?”
At least he was honest about it.
He was close enough to me that I didn't have to reach far; I gently placed my hand on his leg, just above the knee, and slipped my hand up under the leg of his shorts. He jumped at the touch then, as my hand moved up more, he turned toward me, taking about a step closer. By then I had my fingers around what I was after. At my gentle touch he gave a little moan but didn't move away...my fingers encircled his semi-erect cock, it jerked at my touch then suddenly rose to attention.
I started sucking him as soon as I got that cock through the fly in his shorts. Mostly making love to the head. He had a nice average cock, maybe seven inches, medium thickness. When I finally opened wide and took a nice mouthful he moaned like hell, put his hands on my head and started face-fucking me nice and slow. When I came up for air I asked, “Isn't this better than jacking off?” his only reply was a shuddering moan of pleasure. I then took that little break to pull his shorts down then, let them fall to his ankles.
After a few more minutes of sucking he asked, “Can we do something else? I'd really love to fuck you...if that's possible?” I assured him that it was, held onto that hard cock (gently) and led him to the bedroom...my room.
A few minutes later I was on all fours being penetrated by a nice hard cock.
Yes, he was horny as hell! He didn't last too long but gave me a good hard fucking! When he finally blew his load I was flat on my tummy and he was going at me VERY hard! There was a second one, about an hour later. I couldn't leave his cock alone, he was horny, he got rock hard again and he gave me a nice long ride. By midnight he was back in the dorm and I was playing with myself (tingling all over) until I had a nice orgasm.
Nothing was said the next morning but, his buddy was intent on continuing north to the town of Quy Nhon, after breakfast. When his friend went up to the dorm he quietly asked me if I was willing to get in bed again. He was thinking about staying one more night then catching up with his friend the next day. I told him that he could move his things into my room, I normally took a nap around noontime so, if he was ready then, I was available.
He was VERY ready! By noon (we'd gone to the room around eleven) I'd had a slightly loud but very nice orgasm as he tried to fuck me through the mattress. It felt great to be on my back, arms and legs locked tightly around him, while he gave it to me good and hard.
We disappeared again, late in the afternoon, for a nice little quickie.
That seemed to set things up for a very long session once I locked-up for the night. Then, just to make things a little better, I got to help him work off his morning wood. By the time breakfast rolled around I was nice and raw...the feeling of some very good long sex. I was also leaking like crazy; even after spending some time on the toilet. I felt him, I tasted him, I also had the heavy taste of butter and coconut oil I'm now using for lube. I'd made a mess of the sarong (at least where I sat) when I moved I leaked, when I sat down I leaked. My thighs were either a sticky mess or sticking together. I always loved that feeling but, to function, I eventually cleaned up and put on a pair of panties with a pad. My cunt still tingled and I loved that; I always have.
------> Back to the German guy
I took my time changing position and he cooled off a little. Since he didn't exactly 'ease' back into me there was a little twinge of pain, a squeal from me then he was buried. Since he'd been rubbing my 'G' spot then, hit it pretty well on the way back in; I moved my ass around and positioned my hips to take full advantage of his size. Now, with my legs locked around him, I was being stimulated with almost every stroke of his great cock. As he went at me that old feeling started to creep over me again. Beginning down in my toes, working up to my pelvis then, just exploding all through me. I was beginning my own nice orgasm as he plowed in good and deep then unloaded in me.
My legs were up over his shoulders by then, he was hitting bottom and still pushing like hell when he came. I was off in my own little world, seeing spots and moaning pretty loud (can't help that). Then he came a second time – I haven't had a guy do that in quite a while! There was maybe fifteen or twenty seconds between them. He'd obviously enjoyed it.
He went up to the dorm, I slept like a log.
That was the beginning of three pretty nice days.
He was asking about a few things in the area so I volunteered to show him a few places. One of the little side trips was up a road that parallels the coast road but is used a lot less. It goes down to a bike/walking trail a few kilometers up the coast, next to a nice little pond. The area is heavily forested. There is a small but unfinished house that sits just off of the trail and overlooks the pond. It's sort of remote, no other houses within a kilometer or more, has no doors or windows, just openings for them.
It has been and still is used for sex; the things left behind and the graffiti on the walls are proof of that. A Vietnamese guy showed me the place five or six years ago and that's what we used it for. I gave him a pretty good sucking that day then bent over one of the openings for a window and let him finish inside of me. I'd also been there a few times to get a good drilling while bent over a motorbike. On this outing I'd brought everything we'd need to have some fun.
He got the idea and, following a little foreplay, I found myself bent over a window opening with everything down around my ankles. He had shown (at the hostel) an interest in fucking me hard and deep...really slamming me good. I think he was a little shy about doing it there because of the noise (me) I made while having that nice cock shoved in me good and hard. In the middle of nowhere, it was a different story. He demonstrated, right at the initial penetration, that he was going to give it to me good and hard. He was rock hard.
After slipping the head between my cheeks he let me relax for a moment and try to get ready. As he eased in (just the head) he slipped it in and out a few times then; grabbed me by the waist and buried that cock all the way in one savage thrust!
Okay, maybe not 'savage' but it was good and hard; it got one hell of a squeal of pain from me! I was kept pinned against the concrete opening while he spent a few minutes plowing the hell out of me. The pain was quickly replaced by some passion and my squeals became yelps and moans of pure pleasure...lust...god did it feel good to be hammered like that. He then slowed a little to give me nice long hard thrusts for a while. Every one of them ending with his full weight pressing me firmly and solidly against the window opening.
As I blindly took him I was also looking around a little. Not so much worried about someone seeing that, just watching around while spots exploded in my vision. There was a slight breeze blowing, there was movement in the tree branches. Then, what I saw about a hundred feet away, was an older woman standing just inside of a few trees. Unless she was blind, it was obvious what was going on. She probably didn't speak or understand English but I increased my volume anyway. For the next fifteen minutes she got to watch and hear me getting a good hard fucking. She probably didn't understand my gasping cries of passion; asking, hell begging, him to fuck me deeper and harder. She probably did have a full understanding of the visual aids. My wiggling around while I was slammed against the open window hole repeatedly, my friend grabbing my shoulders and pulling back hard as he drove his great cock in hard and deep. She probably understood, not the words but the meaning, of my gasps as I was fucked good and hard.
She watched until he buried that cock one last time, getting a real loud yelp of pain from me, then really got me to yell like hell while he shot a big beautiful load deep in my bowels.
Yes, she understood that and watched it all. There was a knowing little smile then she simply walked away.
It may have been the high point of her week; maybe her month. I know that I enjoyed it!
7 年 前
