So, it all started when a friend of mine, let’s call him P., texted me on my birthday. For some context, P. and I live in different countries, and don’t see each other much. In fact, we only chat from time to time, but we do share a lot in common, and we have this cool connection. It’s just one of those low maintenance kind of friendship, were we don’t get to hang out often, but get along great, and it’s always fun when we’re together.

He texted me on my birthday, we chatted for a bit, and invited me to a ski trip he was going next month. The trip was to take place in Switzerland. He and his friends (whom I never met) would book a 7 day stay on a ski resort, all that fancy stuff. I’m not exactly wealthy (and P. knows it), so I thought he was just messing with me. I jokingly said “yes, sure, let’s do it!”. I didn’t think much of it, and totally forgot about that conversation the next day.

About two weeks later, I get a text from P. again, with prints of plane tickets to Switzerland, WITH MY NAME ON THEM. I was kind of confused, and asked him what was that about, to which he answered “your birthday gift (:”. I was a bit in shock. I didn’t except P. to gift me anything, what to say about a ski trip to Switzerland. I asked if he was messing with me, and he told me to cut the shit, and just pack my warmest clothes and meet him at airport, he would take care of the rest. The day of the trip was getting closer, and I was starting to feel excited, and also a bit anxious, since I didn’t really know how to ski, and also didn’t know any of his friends. Although I’m usually a social butterfly, I would be lying if I told I was not even a little bit nervous.

The big day arrived, and I just did what I was told by P. I took my flight, and we met at the airport. All the anxiety went away the moment I saw him waiting for me, kindly smiling. P. is a huge guy, tall, ripped, broad shoulders, and has the most beautiful and strong hands. Damn, he looked fucking hot. I didn’t remembered him to be that hot, maybe because haven’t seen him in ages! He greeted me with a big hug (he felt so big around me), and we went to meet the other guys at the ski resort.

As soon as we arrived, he introduced me to everyone - there were three friends of P., and one of the guys fiancé. They were all very nice, and I was happy there was another girl on the trip. After chatting for a bit, me and P. went to find our rooms (or so I thought), so we could unpack our bags and take a shower before dinner. I asked P. where was my room, and to my susprise, he told me he didnt booked a room for me. I was pissed. I asked him where did he expected me to stay, and he calmly and smilingly answered “you’re staying with me”. I was still very confused about what he meant by that, but I just followed him. We finally arrived at this beautiful little wooden cabin, one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen. Through its little windows, you could only see white and green. It was sooo cozy - it had a small fireplace, some chopped wood beside it, and some kind of fur blankets (soft big ones) on the floor in front of it. And there was only ONE bed. I was so amazed by all that set up, I didn’t even thought about that detail, or maybe I just ignored it.

I told P. I would take a shower and unpack my stuff, and he told me he would meet his friends before dinner. Perfect. I had plenty of time until diante time, so I filled the bathtub and a glass of white whine, and took my time, enjoying the warm water on my skin. When I returned to the main room, there were some clothes on the bed with a note “wear this for dinner”. There was this skin tight black dress, high quality fabric, very discrete, classy, but still with a hint of sluty - just my style. Beside it, there was this kinky black lingerie, that immediately made me want to try it, and long black boots. I put on the lingerie, check myself on the mirror near the bed, and fuck, I looked hot. All types of thoughts about that night were already racing in my mind, as i was starting to think about P. In a way i never thought i would. My pussy was already feeling all warm and wet, as I could feel this unsettling feeling building up in my stomach, as I could physically feel the excitement. Once I was ready, decided to explore the little cabin while I waited for P. (I didn’t had much to explore though, just this open space with the fireplace, this little “lounge” space in front of it and the bed in the opposite corner).

Not even 20 min after, P. was there to pick me up for dinner. He slowly walked towards me, place his hand on the small of my back, leaned and whispered in my ear “you look hot”. I instantly felt a new wave of heat coming down my tummy to my pussy, making it soak. Good thing the lingerie was bottomless, or else I’d have to deal with soaking panties all evening. We went out to meet his friends for dinner, but honestly all I could think about was to come back to the cabin and milk him dry. I was so fucking horny already. All that cabin in the mountains setting, the fact that he paid for me to be there, was all so sexy. I couldn’t help but feel almost like an escort, being paid to be there, wondering whats on P.‘s mind and what did he want from all this. Those thoughts turned me on so much. It made me feel kind of dirty, in the best way possible. What a thrilling feeling!

We got to the restaurant, and all his friends were already there. There were only two seats left, so we sited next to each other. Being the sick fuck I am (and being horny af), I discreetly slid a finger in my pussy (which had very easy access with that outfit), and put my finger in his mouth, pretending i was giving him something to eat. He asked me what is was, and I reveled it was me. He gently grabbed my hand and placed it in his bulging pants, so I could feel his arousement. He felt so big. I knew I couldn’t wait much longer. Somehow I managed to calm myself, although it took all my strength to do it. But I was there with these people, I didn’t want to be rude and skip dinner, and also wanted to get to know them.

Dinner was great, we were all getting a little tipsy and conversation was just flowing. P. started to get a bit more quiet, and I immediately knew what he wanted. He leaned over, placing his hand on the back of my chair, and asked me if I wanted to get going (in his low, deep and smooth voice), to which I answered “yes please, I have something to give you on the cabin”.

As soon as we got to the cabin, he lighted the fire, opened a bottle of white wine, and serve me a glass. You could cut the tension with a knife. We both knew exactly what was about to happen. I took a sip, and told him to sit on the fur blankets, by the fire. He did as he was told, and was just sitting there, staring at me, with lust in his eyes. I could feel how much he wanted to take me.

I put on some music, and started slowly dancing for him. I wanted to make him soooo hard for me. I walked to get a bit closer to him, eyes locked, looking down to him. His eyes were devouring me. I’ve never seen such cold blue eyes get so light up like I saw his. His expression was different, not the same friendly P. I always knew. Something about his face made him look more confident, more manly, and much HOTTER.

I started slowly undressing, reveling the one-piece black bottomless lingerie, pussy on display, and my teased nipples barely covered. By the look on his face, I knew he wanted to go primal on me (and he would). I felt like teasing him a little more, so I told him to enjoy the show. I placed his huge strong hands on my hips, so he could not only see, but feel them moving. His hands quickly started to wandering around my little body, and oh god, did they felt heavenly all over me. He told me to come closer. I obeyed. He grabbed my hips once again, now pulling me closer to him, my uncovered pussy right in front of his face, and started to eat it like he was starving for it. I kept dancing, swaying my hips, this time on his face. I looked down, and there was his pretty face buried in my pussy, my fingers gently caressing his gorgeous blonde hair. I never thought I could have such a hot spot for blonde men, until that moment. Fuck, he looked so good between my legs. “You taste delicious” sent me, and I just came all over that pretty face.

He stood up, made me taste myself off his lips, turned me around and pulled me close, so I could feel his giant dick bulging against me “can you feel it? This is how much I want you”, he said, “I can’t wait to fuck that tight little dark pussy”. I faced him, licked his lips without kissing him, so I could get another taste of my own cunt, and started to undress him. He pushed me to my knees, and reveled his huge fat throbbing cock. It looked delicious. He guided it to my mouth, with his other hand on the back of my head - “be a good girl for me”. The way he said it sounded like a request and an order at the same time. I almost came again right there and then. Fuck. I was eager to choke on that huge cock. He first let me get a proper taste, as I slowly ran my tough through all of it. I could feel the weight of his cock in my mouth, and the weight of his balls on my hand. They felt so heavy and full, just as I wished they would be. Then, he started to roughly face fucking me, making me choke on it, as I looked up at him, eyes all watery. His dick felt wonderful on the back of my throat, and he was tasted even better than I could ever imagine.

I wish he’d give me his milk right then , I was thirsty for it. but what he did next was even better (if that’s even possible) - he picked me from the floor, hooked me on his big muscly arms, and started fuck me just like that, like it was nothing. He was fucking me so effortlessly like that. No wall, no nothing, just fucking me on the air. Felt so small in his hands. He briefly stoped thrusting and carried me in front of the mirror. He told me to watch while he fucked me, told me how little I am compared to him, and how impressed he was that my little body could take all his huge dick so well. As I looked in the mirror, I could see his muscles all tensed, he looked so big and strong. I could see my round booty bouncing on his huge cock, as he thrusted harder and harder each time. He called me, once again, a good girl (“you’re such a good little girl, taking me so well”), and I could already feel another orgasm building up. My eyes were rolled over on the back of my head, while I moaned his name, telling him not to stop,and let me cum on his dick. I instantly came when he said “just cum for me baby”.

By this point, my pussy was already sooo sensible, I could barely touch it without shivering. He laid me on the bed, and placed himself between my spreaded legs. He had a great view of my dark, smooth and hairless pussy, all stretched and already full of my own cum. He gently got inside me. so slowly, I could feel every inch being swallowed by hungry little cunt, making me feel so full. My pussy was still so hungry for him. He thrusted slowy, but strongly, making me take all his huge cock. Loved to feel his heavy balls slapping on my booty. I could feel him all inside me, touching all the right spots. While he was fucking me balls deep, he kept looking straight into my eyes, and I could see what was on his mind “I’ll make this cunt mine”. He knew exactly what he was doing, as he gently but firmly choked me, putting only his index finger in my mouth.

There was something so intoxicating about those eyes. The kind of eyes that made me think that if I didn’t know P. was such a good guy, I would have said that he was the devil itself. I don’t know what went through my mind on that moment, but I just felt the urge of having his cum inside me. I had to have him whole. I needed to feel his cum deep in me, feel it dripping out of my pussy after. That’s all I could think about on that moment. While I stared deep into his soul, it sliped out of my mouth “put a baby in me”. Fuck. I can’t believe I just said this, wtf. I don’t even want to have kids with P. lol. I hope I didn’t freaked him out.

He didn’t seemed freaked out at all. Just continued to lock eyes with me, and told me he’d give me his biggest load, that he owned me now, and that pussy was his to fuck whenever and however he pleases. He would make me cum as many times as he wishes, until he’s tired of it. Fuck. Ofc I came again (who could hold it, after hearing THIS?), and finally, so did he. I felt his warm cum unloading in me, while he grunted like an animal, as I had my nails buried deep in his lower back. It felt like heaven. My whole body was begging for his cum.

His face, moments before buried in my pussy, was now buried in the pillow, as he just collapsed. He looked so good, all exhausted. I could still smell my cunt out of his face. He had been such a good boy that night, I just felt like letting him get his well deserved rest. It took some time for me to fall asleep though, since I had all kind of thoughts running through my mind at that moment. I thought about taking another (very needed) shower, but it just felt right to sleep with his cum inside me, so I that’s what I did (:

The morning after, I woke up alone in bed, trying to figure out if that was just a vivid dream. Could it be? No, I could feel my pussy still aching, and my thighs all sticky from his cum. A few minutes after, he comes through the door, already showered, and impeccably dressed (as always), smiles at me, greets me good morning. “how did you sleep?”I gave him the only answer I could think of - “like a baby”.

We went to meet his friends for breakfast, and it felt like all that happened last night was stamped on my face. I could tell I had “multiple orgasms” written all over my face. I looked radiant. All P.s friends were polite enough not to say anything about it. However, the guy’s fiancé cheekily smiled at me, as if she was signaling me that she knew. Was it that obvious, or was I just being paranoid? Could she have guessed how I was feeling? I was about to find out, as these vacations were about to turn even more fun than excepted…