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I cannot tell anyone in my vanilla life, so I’m telling Reddit!

He is in town on company, and we matched on Tinder a few days ago. His English is very good, thanks in part to lessons his business is giving him and I only wish he had more time here.

I let him come straight to my apartment since it’s snowing and I didn’t feel like going out. I was gonna greet him at the door in black lingerie, the color of which he chose earlier that day, but decided to wear a dress over it at first. I usually expect people to look pretty much the same as his pictures, but he was even hotter. I literally paused when I opened the door and saw him, a bit surprised. He had dirty blonde hair, the lightest, clearest blue eyes, and a solid create. He even smelled amazing, some cologne he bought that day when he was exploring the city.

Surprisingly, His favorite music is r&b so I put some on and we sat on the couch, making small talk while we got a feel for each other. His accent wasn’t harsh at all and the few German words he said when trying to discover the English equivalent flowed. Soon enough he was shifting and pulling me in by my neck for a kiss, remarking how soft my black curls are.

I absolutely melted. While we kissed, his hand slid down my body, palming my tits a bit before reaching between my legs. He found my clit in seconds and rubbed it perfectly, moving easily because I was already wet for him. Just from a few kisses and touches! There was no use pretending to be modest with his fingers already between my legs so I opened them wide and moaned into his mouth while he worked me.

When he moved his lips to my neck, I suggested we go to the bedroom. A few steps later I was taking the dress off to let him see what I had chosen for him. He murmured something in German, biting his lip, his eyes sweeping over me. I’d chosen right. I took the opportunity to stare at him again, noticing the tattoos I’d missed. Fuck he looked good.

Moments later we were on the bed, making out, his fingers playing with my pussy again. He asked if my ‘pearl’ (my clit) was how I came and I nodded. He proceeded to fuck me with two fingers, using the other to keep rubbing my clit. The sounds I made were absolutely obscene, it was the best fingering I’d had in awhile. When I came, digging my nails into his arms, he slapped my pussy before standing to undress. I would have let that man do pretty much anything to me at that moment.

As soon as he laid down I climbed on top, damn near worshipping his body with kisses everywhere, working my way down to his cock. I was gonna return the favor the best way I knew how. He was a bit longer than average, thick, and uncircumcised. I took him all the way to the balls, smiling around his cock in my mouth when he gave a strangled gasp. Don’t think he was expecting that.

I practically face fucked myself, spit leaking down his balls, which I would occasionally stop to lick. When I gagged on it, he would make the most gorgeous sounds, so I made myself do it over and over. Eventually my throat needed a break though, so I asked what position he wanted. We settled on missionary.

At first he was afraid the neighbors would hear, but after I assured him the apartment above me was empty he totally changed. He fucked me so hard I could barely breathe, just gasp and curse. The sound of his hips smacking against mine was so damn loud I think the whole neighborhood heard. But I was loving every second, occasionally opening my eyes to see him staring down at me intently, like he was hooked on seeing the pleasure on my face while he stretched my pussy around him.

It was his turn for a break after I don’t know how long of him fucking me. I scrambled right back between his legs, yanking the condom off. His cock was buried in my throat again, where it felt like it belonged. He was rougher this time too, grabbing a handful of my hair and increasing the already fast pace I had set.

When I would come up for air, he’d smack my lips and cheeks with his cock. It was degrading but I enjoyed it, and that’s what made me decide I wanted to swallow his cum. I went back to work, deepthroating every inch of him, enjoying the taste of him and faintly, me. I had been so wet when he fucked me my pussy juice had leaked everywhere.

Sensing he was close from the sounds he made, and the death grip he had in my hair, I got a quick breath in before he was cumming in my mouth. It was actually sort of pleasant, not thick or strong tasting. I swallowed, then ran my tongue over him to make sure I got every drop. Just like a good slut need to do.

We curled up together and just rested, basking in the afterglow.. He remarked it was nice, the closeness and music and just feeling me pressed against him after sex. I taught him the word for it, cuddling, which he repeated until he pronounced it perfectly.

He just left and I’m back in bed, smelling his cologne on my sheets with the biggest, dumbest smile on my face. I hope he has company in my city again one day.

NSFW: yes

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