#1404: Thirsting for Sex
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Sex always feels better on holiday, especially when you bump into the perfect stranger who wants to destroy you in the best way possible. This erotic audio story entails hot hotel hookups and lots and lots of licking…
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Transcript
I met him while I was on vacation in Europe. We were both traversing around the Greek island of Rhodes and our paths collided. I was coming back from dinner and had slipped on the cobblestones. He had rushed over to help me, giving me tissues for my bleeding nose. When I looked up from my face-plant I saw a beautiful man with curly dark hair and a chiselled jaw. I knew I was looking far from my best but he insisted that he leave his friends and walk me back to my hotel. I asked him if he was an axe murderer. He told me he’d be anything I liked.
The blood from my nose had dripped all over my leather purse and I stopped at the side of the road to wipe it off. It was there he pulled my face into his and kissed me deeply, but with a hunger that was tangible. Our bodies connected and I pulled him close into me. I decided I didn’t care if he was an axe murderer. I grabbed his hand and led him towards my hotel.
As we walked up the stairs to my room he pushed me up against the wall and pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. I reciprocated, moving my hands to touch the skin of his abdomen and then lowering it until I could feel his hardness. He pressed up against me and moved his hand underneath my sundress, prying open my moist lips to feel the wetness flowing from me. He gasped under his breath when he felt it.
I rubbed at his cock, desperately wanting to get closer to it but we heard footsteps approaching and quickly separated and ran up the stairs, laughing. We finally got to my room and I hurriedly unlocked it, barely having enough time to close the door behind us and we wove ourselves together again.
This time he lifted my dress above my head, so I stood in only my panties. I returned the favour by lifting up his shirt and shuffling down his pants so his erect member was protruding from his boxers. Before I had time to touch it he was picking me up and throwing me on the bed. We fucked like animals.
I wake up feeling parched and depleted, craving something sweet and refreshing to restore me after a long night of fucking. I turn in bed to look at him and he is still lost to the world in his dreams.
I walk over to the room’s kitchenette to see the melons and citrus I had left on the counter and my mouth starts salivating. I take out a cutting board and knife and slice into the fruit, feeling the hard rind and soft flesh give way to the knife and the slight sucking as the blade is pulled out. As I cut into the fruit I hear his steps. He comes to stand behind me, resting his hands on my shoulders and pushing the length of his ready, hard cock against the small of my back.
He rubs it against me as his arms come around me and his fingers begin to trace my nipples through my shirt. I sigh and push back into him when he bites my neck but otherwise I ignore him and continue cutting. He puts his hand on mine and removes the knife from my fingers, placing it off to the side.
His hand grasps the back of my neck and he pushes me down against the countertop. My cheek rests against the cool marble and my breasts are pushed into the wet ripeness of the melon I’ve been slicing, pressing out the juice and releasing a sweet, musky scent that makes my mouth water and ache for the liquid that pools under me.
From my vantage I see him retrieve a half orange from the cutting board and feel the juice squeeze out on my back as the sharp tang hits my nose simultaneously. The soft wetness of his tongue slides against my skin, lapping up the juice in rapid, broad strokes over my back and down my sides.
He keeps holding me down with one hand on my neck while he uses the other to roughly pull down my panties. As he does this I’m pulled back so that my face is just above the melon and I finally get a taste, dipping my tongue down to the bruised wet fruit while his cock presses against my own wetness and into it. I gasp and lean into the melon with my forearms to balance myself as he thrusts deep inside.
The combined weight of us and the movement of him inside me smashes the fruit into pulp and juice under me. He pulls me off his cock, turning me around and lifts me onto the counter so that my ass is in the mess we’ve made. He kneels and starts to rhythmically lick my pussy up and down, lapping up the remnants of the fruit from the board and continuing up the length of my lips to my clit and back down again, feasting on the mingled juices.
When he senses I’m about to cum he stands and pushes his cock back into me, grabbing my ass and moving me up and down on it. I’m so soaked I can’t tell what is from me and what is from the fruit, feeling only a slick and sticky sliding coolness under me as I start to climax. As I do I feel his cock swell and tense against my g-spot, pushing me over the edge when he ejaculates inside me. He slumps against me and I feel our combined cum start leaking out of me onto the destroyed fruit. He picks me up and carries me to the shower to wash off the morning’s beautiful mess.