Initially I was supposed to land at 9:30am on Thursday. This would give me time to find a shower and explore before meeting up with anyone. Except that didn't work out and I wound up landing in the early afternoon and refused to meet anyone because I hadn't bathed or slept in about 30 hours. Not a first impression I was willing to make. As the day went on and got more stressful, I started to think that maybe I wouldn't be sucking any cock while in NYC because I was so tired and my anxiety was slowly ramping up. 

But I did manage to suck my first New York cock! And my second. I also managed to escape a creepy guy from New Jersey. Then I got to play with my first Alabama dick as a bonus. 

These are my shenanigans: 

Success 1 - My first ever NY cock

We met outside the New York Public Library because I'm a massive nerd and needed to see it. He looked sweet. Just an average dude with glasses. I was freaking out on the inside because this was happening. He was confident, cute, and very calm. While we had been chatting he hadn't been pushy or creepy and I reminded myself of that as we started walking to find somewhere to play. 

Except we weren't moving very quickly because I kept looking up at the buildings because I'm from a very rural area and had never seen anything like New York ever. Movies do not do it justice. We eventually wandered into a bar and while we waited for our drinks he went to check the bathrooms to see if we'd be able to play in them. 

The bathroom was just a single room with a door that locked. I was shocked. This. Was. Happening. I figured we'd have to try a couple places before we found something suitable. My tummy started to clench and my hands started to shake. All the nervous feelings I usually feel before a big game immediately took over. I felt like I was going to hurl. 

Which is not a good feeling to have when you're about to gag yourself on some random guys dick. 

He sent me into the bathroom and followed a couple minutes later. Within a minute he had me on my knees and I was pulling his cock out to wrap my lips around it. As I sucked him into my mouth all my feelings of nervousness were gone. I was in my wheelhouse. I sucked and licked, loving the feel of him getting hard in my mouth. 

Then his hands were in my hair and pulling my tits out of my top. My pussy clenched tight as he pulled my mouth down on his cock. I couldn't help but whimper before I gagged. Then I gagged again before pulling away to suck and lick at the head. I loved how he took control and showed me how to get him off.  

Before I knew it he told me he was about to cum and I asked him to cum on my chest. He shot his load over my chin and across my chest. As soon as he came tucked himself back in his pants and said he'd meet me outside. After he went back to work, I got so lost in how wet and aching he left me that I got lost walking to my hotel.

Success 2 - His dick was pierced!

A few hours after I sucked my first ever NY cock I found myself climbing out of a cab and hitting a button to buzz up to one of the most intimidating men I've ever met. While we'd been chatting over the previous couple days I'd picked up a no-nonsense, very controlled vibe from him. When the buzzer rang and I was able to walk through the doors my heart started to race and my chest felt tight. As I climbed the stairs I heard him pull his door open and…

I kind of wanted to bolt.

Then I walked into his apartment and I really wanted to bolt. Everything about him intimidated me in the best of ways. His eyes were intense and he looked so serious. It didn't help I thought he was gorgeous. My heart felt like it had climbed into my throat. Which made me feel bad because he had water waiting for me, but I'm pretty sure if I had drank it, I would have puked. 

We said our hello's and I admitted to being nervous. He asked if I wanted to chat a bit first, and normally chatting would calm me down, but I felt like I was about to turn into a babbling idiot that would either dissolve into giggles or explode into a fully-fledged anxiety attack. So I said I was ok with just getting right to the dick sucking. Before I knew it, he was sitting on his couch and I was settling down on my knees and pulling his pants down to free his cock.

His dick was pierced! I'd forgotten he had mentioned it while we were chatting so seeing the thick piercing at the head of his cock was the most amazing surprise I could have gotten in that moment. I was still nervous as I sucked him into my mouth and felt the piercing clank off my teeth. He tasted so good. Felt so good. He smelled amazing. I wanted to bury my face against him and just breathe him in for just a minute. Instead I kept sucking, feeling his piercing hit off my teeth and gagging as I felt it slide into the back of my mouth.

My nervousness never fully went away. Even when he grabbed my hair and guided my mouth up down his cock, telling me to take his cock slowly when I tried to take all of him, but couldn't. Normally I calm down once I start giving head (it's my happy place most times), but this time my heart was racing the entire time. Even when he was forcing my face into his lap to suck his balls, and I was contemplating asking him to choke me. I just couldn't calm down. I struggled to handle his cock and this wasn't one of my better dick sucking moments. I gagged easier than usual. I forgot to relax my jaw so my teeth wouldn't scrape against him. I got so fascinated with his piercing that I didn't really pay attention to what I was doing.

He eventually got off though! After a bit of work, he blew his load on my face and I bolted after I cleaned myself up. As I got into the cab it was impossible for me not to squirm. My panties were soaked and my leggings were damp. I couldn't stop thinking about the way he called me "good girl". His voice was deep and dark. I loved his accent and even though I was completely intimidated by him, I wanted to be owned by him. Or at least used by him again. I craved hearing him call me a good girl again.

Which is why the next day I found myself back on my knees in front of him again. He had messaged to ask if I wanted to go again and like a bitch in heat, I ran back to him. I was less nervous and wanted to please him. I happily licked his cock up and down, sucked his balls, and used my tongue to play with his piercing. I didn't want it to end, but it did. He came on my face again. Except this time, instead of bolting, I stayed on my knees to clean up his cum. I carefully licked and sucked his cock clean. I took my time wiping the cum that he'd gotten on his hand and stomach before licking my fingers clean. Then I licked his hand and stomach clean before cleaning myself up and taking off.

Even though I really wanted to stay and be used again. 

The failure - He was a smelly creep!

This guy actually responded to my post within a half hour of me throwing it up. We chatted and it was lovely. He was actually from New Jersey, so he wasn't the NY cock that I wanted, but dick is dick right? Anyway, we talked and decided to try and meet up Saturday evening. But as the days passed by, he started to get a little bit pushy. Not in a bad way, he just kept asking if I would do things. Would I let him play with my tits? Yeah, sure. Would I take my top off and let him suck my tits? Maybe. Could we make out? Uhmm…maybe. Would I let him play with my pussy? Let him fuck me? Could he slap me? Choke me? What were my kinks? Would I wear a sexy bra and thong for him? Uhmmmm...?

Going into the weekend, I just really wanted to suck cock. As submissive as I am, I'm never sure what I'm going to be comfortable with when I meet someone so I try not to make any promises to get myself into trouble with. So I told him that I just really wanted to suck dick and asked him not to have too many expectations beyond that. Otherwise, chatting with him was really nice! He was hilarious, and our conversations flew by.

Then Saturday rolled around. I let my friend know that I was going to go out to meet a friend and that I'd be back in a couple hours before making my way to his hotel.

When I got there he came out of his hotel bar to meet me and…I gagged when he was about 5 feet away from me. He reeked of cigarette smoke, beer, and body odor. I'm pretty sure that my pussy was immediately drier than a popcorn fart in the desert. We introduced ourselves and he offered to buy me a drink. I couldn't think of a polite way to excuse myself so I turned to walk into the bar. As I stepped away I felt his hand cup and squeeze my ass and he said something about us having fun that night.

We sat down at the bar and I tried to lean away from him while he leaned forward to stare down my top. I could feel his stink crawling its way into my pores. Could he not smell himself?

When a waiter stopped by our table to take our orders I just asked for water with lemon and he ordered another beer and insisted that I get something to drink. Maybe I would do a couple shots to loosen up? He ordered a couple shots of tequila for us and a glass of wine for me. We continued to chat and I couldn't get past how bad he smelled. Or the fact that he was staring down into my cleavage. Then he forced one of his hands between my legs to try and rub at my crotch and said he couldn't wait to use me.

Yeahhhhh…no. I twisted my lower body away from him so he had to pull his hand away.

"Sorry, I'm not comfortable with this. I'm gonna bail." I stood up and pulled a $20 bill out and put it on the bar to hopefully cover my drinks. "I'm really sorry," I said as I turned to walk away.

He grabbed my wrist and said something about how he had gotten this hotel just so he could meet me and asked me to give him a proper chance. Then he said something about how he'd make things good for both of us if I was the slut I pretended to be and stayed with him.

Nope nope nope! I told him "no, thank you" and walked out of the bar into the hotel lobby. As I left the hotel to see if he was following me and thankfully he wasn't. My hotel wasn't far, but I still hailed a cab and asked the driver to take me to the street above where I was staying. On the ride back my phone blew up with messages from him. First they were apologies. I ignored them. Then he asked me to come back. He offered to pay me. We'd been chatting on Kik so I left all his messages on read. By the time I got back to my hotel he was progressed into sending nasty messages about how I was just another fat and ugly whore desperate for attention. I blocked him after that.

Success 3 - In the airport

On my first day in NYC I started talking to someone from Alabama. He was travelling for business. We didn't have a chance to connect while I was in the city because things were so hectic, but we figured out that we were both flying out from the same airport around the same time. His flight was an hour and half after mine so we decided to meet after going through security to see if we could make something work.

He came and found me at my gate. He was lanky and seemed very sweet. He offered to carry my backpack as we explored the area. We joked about the $95 worth of books that I'd jammed into my bag (I'd been to The Strand) and the clothes that I'd left in my hotel in order to get all my books home.

Eventually we came across an empty washroom and we slipped into a stall. We laughed as I sat cross legged (so no one would see a random bathroom proposal!) on the toilet and he pulled his cock out. As soon as he'd pushed his jeans down around his hips I leaned forward to suck him into my mouth. Immediately he ran his fingers through my hair and then wrapped the my braid around his hand a couple times. He tugged my head back so I had to look up at him.

I kept sucking and rubbing my tongue stud along the underside of his cock until he was rock hard in my mouth. He tasted clean and smelled like Irish Spring soap. I slowly worked his cock in and out of my mouth and let the head press into the back of my mouth. After a minute of slow sucking he took over. He used his grip on my hair to force me to quicken my pace while he gently thrust his hips forward to shove himself deeper in my mouth. I gagged hard a few times before he let me pull away to suck the head of his cock. Then I wrapped my right hand around the base of his cock and started to work my mouth up and down his length together. Within minutes he was telling me he was going to cum. He pulled my hair hard enough to snap my head back so I was looking straight up at him as he came on my face.

We quickly cleaned up and pretty much ran out of the bathroom and away from it. Thankfully we didn't get caught and no one seemed to notice us. After chatting for a couple more minutes, he leaned down to hug me and kiss me on the cheek. Then we went our separate ways to our gates.

I wound up flying home stinking like the cum that had shot into my hair, and pussy juice because my panties were damp from that little adventure.

And those were my NYC shenanigans! Thank you to all three of the men who made it memorable. I had an amazing trip thanks to all of you!