I was in London last week, staying at the Grand Sheraton by Piccadilly. I’m from the states and met another friendly traveler from the US at the hotel breakfast. At first, I thought he was traveling solo, but soon learned that he was traveling with his wife. She doesn’t like breakfast so she was never at the restaurant.

We exchanged numbers so we could continue secret messaging outside of breakfast. Listen, I knew he was being flirty. I am not going to pretend it was a surprise to me. I was receptive to his flirtation and I responded willingly.

Even though he and his wife are both kinda tall Nordic types, he has a secret soft spot (or hard spot) for little Asians like me. As our messages became more and more about actual sex, I decided to ask him if wanted to go through with it before I headed home.

He confessed that he and his wife were trying for a child, but he did not want to miss an opportunity he would regret forever. So we agreed on a handjob for him, but no cumming. He asked me to go to his room at 10am, that’s when he would have about half an hour safely alone. He was supposed to have sex with his wife when she returned so it was absolutely imperative that we limited it to a handjob. I promised.

I was so excited when I got in the elevator to get to his floor, but soon realized that my key only allowed access to my floor and the lobby. So I ended up going to the lobby to take the stairs by the reception to reach his floor. That was 10 minutes wasted and we had just 20 minutes left by the time I reached his room.

He was so erect already. Oh my god. I said nothing. I got on my knees, and handled his shaft with both hands, looking up at him in the dimly lit room. I stroked his pale, veiny erection like the most devout little Asian married cock worshipper. My lips were several inches under the tip of his cock, slightly parted, head tilted back, looking up at him. I prayed to his cock. I promised him I won’t suck it. Not even the pisshole.

Soon his precum dripped like a leaky faucet. It wouldn’t stop. The more I squeezed and kneaded his shaft, the more it drooled. My lips and chin were covered in it. Soon he thrusted his hips as I stroked, trying to strike my lips. I turned my face so he wouldn’t enter my lips because I promised I wouldn’t suck. He kept thrust and thrust, his slippery tip assaulting my face. Me moaning, him groaning, the squishing of precum with every stroke of handjob, the thrusting, the sighs I heard from his mouth, the smell of his precum-covered groin, the entire experience - I was delirious with lust for his virility.

I gently placed my hand below his low hanging balls, cupped it. I didn’t warn him. I guess that put him over the edge. Without telling me, he gripped my face with both hands. He sighed “fuuuuuck” and parted my lips with his tip. His whole body spasmed. He impregnated my mouth for what felt like 2-3 minutes. He kept spasming and spasming. He would’t let go of my face.

I swallowed the evidence. I never swallowed so much evidence. He collapsed on the bed and confessed that he would have turned me around to breed my little asian boi butthole had I not unexpectedly cupped his nuts and got him to explode.

What about his wife though? I felt bad. They had a plan. He said he might try the next day. I hope he and his wife succeeded. But I don’t feel bad about taking his seed.

I would do it all over again. And that’s exactly what I told him when he messaged me this morning.