Long flights make me horny. Being deprived of movement for many hours makes my libido take over my mind.

I was returning from Chicago to Krakow with a layover in Frankfurt. Upon disembarking the plane in Frankfurt, I was tired after a 9-hour flight and sore, but my pussy was aching for attention. I could feel the sticky wetness on my lips as I walked through the airport.

I had 4 hours before my flight to Krakow.

I went to the boarding area, opened a dating app on my phone, set the search distance to 2 km, and started swiping. I was desperate to find someone in the same airport. I sometimes do it in airports, but I had never had any luck. But now managed to match with a young man of Central Asian appearance. I told him my terminal and gate, and we met in 10 minutes.

He looked younger than me, appearing 19-20 years old, slim, and not very confident. His name was Fozil, and he was from Uzbekistan. He studied at a university in New York but had to fly back for his sister's wedding. He talked about how he was a chess champion back in Tashkent. This was all very impressive, but this was not what I needed him for.

I moved closer to him and put my hand on his thigh feeling his muscles through the fabric of his jeans. He jumped slightly and then relaxed. I slid my hand up his thigh and felt his erection through his pants. He was rock hard.

I kissed him on the lips. He blushed.

"You s-see," he stammered, "I've got a girlfriend back in Tashkent..."

Maybe he was still on the fence about whether he should hook up with me. Perhaps he's just a good person who is somewhat lost, torn between his desire and his loyalty to his girlfriend. But all of this was none of my concern. I wanted that rock hard dick in my pussy.

"You're such a bad boy," I said teasingly, "You've got a girlfriend but you're still on Tinder..."

"I forgot to uninstall it..." He tried to explain.

That sounded pathetic, and I shut him up by kissing him again. This time, he responded. He was a hungry and eager kisser.

I led him to the airport transit hotel, where I quickly paid for three hours. We went up to the room, and I closed the door. We started kissing again.

He quickly unbuttoned my shirt. His hands were trembling. His fingers caressed my skin and slid down to my breasts, squeezing, and kneading them. He tried to unhook my bra but could not do it. So, I removed it myself, freeing my breasts.

He undid my pants and pulled them down along with my panties. He then gently pushed me on the bed and undressed himself.

He was decently endowed. His dick was thick and veiny.

"Do you have a condom?" he asked shyly.

"I do not," I said, "But I have an IUD. I won't get pregnant. Do not worry."

He pushed his dick into my pussy. He was a little clumsy and awkward, but the friction of his dick inside me felt amazing. I moaned as he started thrusting faster, deeper.

"I'm close," he moaned.

He thrust a few more times and then shot his load deep into me. It all happened too quickly. I was not satisfied.

"Sorry...." He said.

"Don't worry," I said reassuringly, "I will help you get in shape again."

With these words I went into shower. After refreshing myself, I told him to do the same. When he got out of shower naked, I admired his body again. He was slim and not particularly muscular, but he had broad shoulders, and his legs were strong and defined.

I sat him down in an armchair and kneeled on the floor before him. My knees were spread wide. I ran my tongue up and down the shaft. He let out a soft moan. His dick started to grow.

"Do you have a side pussy in New York," I asked.

"What?" he replied.

"A side pussy," I explained. "A bitch you fuck when your main girl is not available, or you just want some variety...."

"No," he said, "I don't have one... Should I?"

"Oh yeah," I said caressing his thighs, "Every decent man has at least one side pussy... And you can get a lot!"

This talk worked wonders on his dick. It grew thicker and longer as blood was returning to its veins. I continued sucking him, taking him deeper down my throat. It was clear that his lustful mind was doing the heavy lifting.

Once his dick became sufficiently erect, I let it out of my mouth.

I took a red marker from my bag and wrote on my pubic bone just above my vagina, "Fozil's side pussy."

"Wow," he exclaimed, "That is hot!"

I spread my legs wide.

"Take a photo," I said, "Take a photo of your conquest."

He took a photo of the writing and my pussy, and I could see him getting even more aroused. His dick was now even harder than the first time.

He did not need any more instructions. He pushed his dick into my pussy and started fucking me slowly, his hands on my shoulders. He was getting much deeper now. I felt the pain of his cock hitting the back of my cervix.

"Don't even hope I finish quickly this time," he said. His tone was now confident and dominant.

"I want doggy style," he commanded.

I turned around, putting my ass high up in the air.

He penetrated me from behind, his cock filling me up, and his balls slapping against my buttocks. He grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to him, and started thrusting faster. The sensation was intense, and the way he was grabbing my hips made me feel vulnerable. His movements were rapid and forceful as if his dick was a hammer and his was nailing not just me but my whole body.

As he fucked me from behind, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled it back. It hurt a bit. I felt my nipples harden. Then he pulled my hair even harder, and I cried out. He kept fucking me from behind holding my hair in his fist, his cock ramming into me like a machine gun.

He smacked my ass with the palm of his free hand. I moaned in response, and he smacked my ass again, harder. I felt the pain on my skin and the rush of blood to the area. I knew I was close.

My pussy tightened around his dick as my entire body shuddered with pleasure. My breathing was shallow and fast. He pulled out his dick and forcefully turned me on my back again. He then shoved his dick into my mouth and started to cum. Thick, milky liquid spurted out of the tip of his dick into my throat.

"Swallow, bitch," he commanded.

I swallowed every drop as I was still reeling from the orgasm, and then he pulled out his dick and relaxed on the bed by my side.

"That was amazing," he said. "My girlfriend never allows any of this..."

I smiled, "That's why you need a side pussy."

His flight was close, so he quickly dressed up and left. I was still in the room, naked and sweaty, my pussy sore from the pounding.

I was finally satisfied.

After I got back to Krakow, Fozil and I continued texting. He reconnected with his girlfriend, attended his sister's wedding, and then came back to New York. Recently, he sent me a selfie with an attractive brunette girl. She was hugging him, clearly infatuated by him.

The accompanying text read, "my new side pussy."

What have I done.