(These are all based on true events.)

It all started when we tried to watch a film at midnight at the cinema on our first date, and we arrived too late. So we were left in an empty shopping centre at midnight with no plan what to do. I turn to him and ask, so now what? He grabs me by the waist and pulls me in saying, I know what we could do, and brings his lips to mine. At first taken back, we kiss for just a few times and I pause to smile at him. But then see the enticing look he gives me, i go back in for seconds, thirds, fourths- I press my lips against his, while grabbing at him by his jacket and pulling him against me fully trusting our weight to be held by the staircase railing in Westfields. After grabbing at eachother and discovering the best fucking set of lips mine have ever touched, I wanted more. I ached for this man, who'd I'd only just met 3 hours prior. But my underwear felt soaked, more than it ever had felt in years. It wasn't just the typical wetness either that my pussy was conjuring up, but it's the kind of wetness that's almost like slime, thick and creamy and dammed up in the crevice of my vagina, with some escaping down to my asshole. My enter genitals were soaked. And for every moment we spent deciding what to do next, the more uncomfortable my panties got. We both decided a hotel was the next best option so we could be alone together. Out on the busy streets of London, with the red double decker night busses putting in the work and the lamp posts dimly light the high street, this horny ravishing man searched for any place that could take us. Eventually, a hotel 10min walk away had a room. My heart started racing, my palms got sweaty, my gut starting to question the reality of the situation. Except all I was following was my pussy. She was obedient with him since the start. We get to the hotel, and he tries to relax the mood by turning on the tv. Fuck that. I wanted him. I wanted to be naked together. I wanted to SEE what he looked like naked. He took it slow though, which in hindsight calmed down my nerves. He started softly, kissing me and gently caressing my arms and sneakily going past my breasts in my bra. He then slid my straps down, to make space for his mouth to kiss my shoulders. And then my neck. Woah. I never realised how sensitive my neck was. He then suggested removing my shirt, but still keeping my bra. I eagerly just wanted the bottom half to come off more, but I was content with his approach. So he continued kissing; down my arms, across my fingers, kissing up my forearm then landing back on my lips. One bra strap removed. My hard nipple excited to be free. And then the next one. His mouth moved downwards from my neck to my sensitive pink nipples. The built up of the evening with this sensation was already enough to make me feel close, but I didn't. I moaned instead, how good it felt, while he told me I was gorgeous. Then he unzips my skinny jeans, and gets the first whiff of the steaming mess his earlier make-out session created. This is when the gentleman turned into a beast. He tried to still take things slow, getting to know my body, but while his mouth continued exploring, his one hand immediately found a home on my clit. My clit that was a rose in full bloom, fully swollen and ravishing to finally being touched by him. Fuck did I cum fast. This soon showed him the power he had over me. It was finally here that my selfish aroused self realised that he had a throbbing thick boner waiting for me in his briefs. At one point some of his clothes got removed- don't ask me how. But there was just this one final peice of cloth between me and his cock. My hands explored his body now, but continuously giving his mouth the most attention with mine. I grabbed at the fucking handful of cock he had bulging. Fuck was he hard. In no time at all, his underwear came off. And I was sent to be a good girl between his legs. Mmmm cock. That first taste. Of new cock. The scent of his musky balls that had been trapped all evening next to the scent of his sweat. His body was just hot and flushed as mine was. I ever so gently wrap my mouth around the head first, introducing ourselves as soon to be very acquainted partners. My lips just wrapping around the first inch or so, so the entire head was inside. This is where the tongue got introduced, with a lick above the back of the head. And then the front. And then circling the rest. Licking the very tip, to the full circumference of the head. This is when he guided my head lower, swallowing more of his cock now. Beginning to take the shaft now in my mouth. I come up for air, before adding saliva to the entire cock before me so I can take it more easily. I go back in, more inches of cock being swallowed into my small tight mouth, cautious of my teeth it began to be that tight. His hands got more forceful with the movements of his hips, taking more and more down my throat and now gagging on massive his cock was. He pulls me in for a wet sloppy kiss. I knew it was finally time. Removing whatever remaining clothes any of us had, we placed our naked bodies together. I was laying down on the hotel sheets, and he was on top being kind with a condom. With my legs spread out before him, he teased my clit with the head. This huge round marble against my small pearl, it felt sensational. I hadn't been fucked for a long time before this, and he knew, so he inserted himself ever so slowly inside my extremely tight pussy. He kissed me while the head went in first, and brought his whole body closer. My body first sore and shocked, then the nerves eased off and I felt relaxed. As the tightness relaxed around his cock, he went in deeper. My pussy was finally ready then to welcome him, and I grabbed his body to bring closer implying that his cock needs to be as close and as deep inside me as possible. I swear after this I can't remember what else he did, because I orgasmed very shortly after the first few thrusts. But he kept going, gaining speed, as my body gained movement; squirming around the bed and moaning fully for him. Fuck. He hit my G-spot. Holy fucking shit. Oh my fucking God there's my G-spot again. Wow is he fucking deep. My moans are basically words of encouragement by this point because he fucked me so deeply against this sensitive spot over and over again, I went into a frenzy of orgasms. I couldn't stop cumming. He even pulled out at one point, held my body in his arms, as I was convulsing and shaking from the rythyms shaking in deeply inside my vagina, riding each fucking wave that came. We kissed. We complimented eachother. I eventually found my breath again. Then I couldn't sleep all night next to this sexy British naked man in a random hotel room we found last minute. And I woke up feeling the most prideful walk of shame anyone has ever down to the tube station.