This story is about Sophie, the 52nd woman I slept with, and the start of what would become the wildest, most sexually adventurous year of my life.

First, a little backstory before the good stuff.

I had just turned 27, which marked five full years since losing my virginity.

While 52 women is objectively a lot of people, it never really felt that way. Spread across five years? I was essentially sleeping with 10 new women a year, less than one new partner a month.

As well, online dating was still a crapshoot, rejections were very much still a thing and still bummed me out, and ultimately, nothing came easy. I was having success here and there, but that didn't take away from the struggles in between.

Having said that - while a good number of those women were one time hookups, I always had a reliable fuck buddy or two at any given time, so I was having sex pretty much every day. It was as much a part of my daily routine as eating and sleeping were. So I was in this weird headspace where, it didn't feel like I was very successful, but my cock would argue otherwise.

I say all that to say - I was complacent with my sex life at the time. As a nerd who had previously accepted the very real possibility that he would be a kissless virgin forever, the fact that I was even having sex at all was an achievement in and of itself, and the novelty of it never wore off.

I was just as excited to make out, suck tits, lick ass, and eat/finger/fuck pussy at 27 as I was the first time I ever did any of those things. My sex life wasn't "exciting" in the sense of having consistently wild, unbelievable experiences, but just having sex at all was exciting enough for me.

Part of that, I think, was because I genuinely didn't have a narrow, very specific "type" that I was solely obsessed with chasing. Nor did I have any niche fetishes that were hard for me to experience. I was largely a vanilla dude that loved women as a whole, found them all attractive in different ways, and simply loved exploring and experiencing those differences, both physically, and personality wise. I genuinely liked hanging out with women, talking to them, and cuddling with them as much as I loved fucking them and making them cum. I just liked being around women in general, and that joy never went away.

All of these thoughts were in my head on the flight to London.

I had planned a two week European vacation shortly after my birthday. I had never traveled outside the states, and had only gotten my passport at 26 after one of my previous fuck buddies with a serious case of wanderlust playfully teased me about not having one.

Being a seriously shy introvert for most of my life up to that point had not just limited me sexually - but prevented me from experiencing life itself. I was almost 30, and felt like I had missed out on a lot of stuff people my age had already done years ago, and life was passing me by.

When my friend who I had planned the trip with bailed a few weeks before we were set to leave, because he had gotten a new girlfriend, I was faced with two choices: Cancel the trip and plan it with another single friend later in the year, or travel alone for the first time in my life, to a new country, and start 27 off with a bang (literally, as it would turn out).

I decided to take the plunge into the new and unfamiliar, went on the trip alone...and ended up sleeping with 8 women during those two weeks.

It was a 14 day blur of sex, art galleries, more sex, museums, more sex, quaint cafes and bistros, more sex, checking out historic landmarks, and, you guessed it...more sex.

I was just a few weeks into 27, and I had already slept with the same amount of women I typically slept with over the course of an entire year, and I didn't exactly slow down the rest of that year, which is why the bulk of my stories going forward will focus on 27 specifically. If 22 was my sexual awakening, 27 was a sexually transformative year where things really came together, and I put myself out there in ways I hadn't done before.

Now, with all that out of the way, let's talk about Sophie.

Sophie was a 5'5 British woman with medium brown hair, electric blue eyes, and massive tits. I was an ass man through and through, but great tits are great tits, and I of course appreciated them.

We matched on Tinder a few days before my flight, and things got sexual quickly. I was a tourist only visiting for a few days, so we both knew what this was.

We talked about our kinks and fetishes, and she mentioned she was into light dom play. Still on the high of taking this trip alone and feeling extremely confident, I was bold and direct, and leaned into the dom stuff, telling her straight up that I was going to check into the hotel, take a nap, and when I woke up later that afternoon, I expected her to be at my door, ready to fuck. No small talk, no teasing, just get right to it without a single word spoken between the two of us. "We can talk after I make you cum," I added.

This really got her going, and she leaned into the submissive play in kind, asking me how I wanted her to dress. I told her to wear a white dress shirt she didn't mind losing the buttons on, a black skirt, black heels, and a change of clothes so we could go out afterwards - if I deemed her a "good fuck."

Because I never went anywhere or really spent money on anything, I had splurged a little on the hotel, so it was a pretty nice room with a great view and a balcony. I unpacked, took a shower, and set an alarm for my nap, notifying Sophie when I had planned to wake up. My nap came and went, and I woke up to a text from her saying she would be there in a few minutes.

I laid in bed, stared at the ceiling, and got into character. I had a dominant side that I could tap into occasionally, as noted in previous stories, and I psyched myself up to channel that side again.

A woman I had never met, who I had only been speaking to for a few days, was coming over to fuck me, at the time I told her to come over and fuck me, wearing what I told her to wear on her way to come fuck me. I had to give her a proper fucking in return.

I heard a knock at my door, and as if the sound of the knock was a Pavlovian bell, I automatically snapped into character.

I opened the door, and there she was, dressed as I had told her to dress, in a tight black skirt and a white dress shirt that barely held back her huge tits.

I grabbed the shirt at the torso and pulled her into the room, shutting the door behind her and quickly kissing her up against it. Every so often I'd tug her hair, exposing her neck, and give it some firm bites - to her moaning pleasure - before going back to our sloppy kissing.

I ripped her shirt open, as promised, popping the buttons with ease, revealing a white lace bra her fat, natural tits practically poured out of.

I tugged her skirt down, exposing a matching pair of white lace panties, but kept her heels on, as we continued going at it by the door.

I popped her bra off, and finally gave my full attention to those incredible tits, complete with their large areolas and already hard, light brown nipples, alternating between sucking them, biting them, and burying my face in them with a frantic, insatiable, animalistic energy.

I reached down her panties and began rubbing her already soaked pussy as she dug her nails into my neck and moaned loudly. She had recently shaved, and had prickly stubble that her own slick juices were softening as I massaged her outer lips and mound while continuing to work on those amazing tits.

She began tugging at my clothes, first my shirt, which she pulled over my head, before dropping to her knees to unzip my pants and pull down my boxer briefs.

She tugged on my semi-hard cock and looked up at me with a smile and a nod, her blue eyes beaming as the harsh light coming from the balcony illuminated her face. Wasting no time, she slowly took me into her mouth while I was still partially soft, and I felt myself growing and getting harder in her warm mouth as she started working on my cock.

It didn't take long for her to incorporate her tits, mushing them between my shaft as she licked the head, and it didn't take me long to grab them myself and start thrusting between them, fucking her big soft tits as she held her tongue out to meet the tip of my cock with each thrust.

I usually got my dick sucked while sitting down or laying in bed, but there was something inherently more dominant about standing, looking down with approval as this complete stranger did her best to please my cock, looking back up at me to make sure I was enjoying it.

I started teasing her with it, smacking it on her tongue and pulling away as she tried to suck on it, like my dick was a prize, and she'd have to show me how badly she wanted it - which she did - by occasionally pulling me back towards her to put it back in her mouth.

Moments like that always triggered something primal in me, and it was in that moment where I pulled a move I had never done before.

Without thinking, I picked her up from the floor, pulled her panties down, leaving her in just her heels, lifted her up - to her giggling surprise - and spun her around so that we were in a standing 69 position.

As I've stated quite a few times in these stories - I'm not exactly the biggest, strongest, manliest dude. But in that moment, it didn't matter. My adrenaline was pumping, and I had no problem wrapping my arms around her waist tightly so that she could continue sucking my dick as I treated myself to her pussy and ass for the first time.

I'd like to brag and say I used my experienced, advanced oral skills to make her cum with ease, but in that moment, there was no technique at all. I was going off pure vibes and the novelty of it all, burying my face in her pussy and ass, frantically licking everything I could, with the bigger focus being to hold her up because I was holding her upside down.

I lifted my head up to get some air, and happened to make eye contact with the balcony 10 feet away. Still in primal mode, I thought of my next move.

Slowly, I walked us over - still carrying her upside down, her pussy and ass very much in my face - towards the balcony, letting her down gently, and giving her small, tight ass a firm smack, as I opened the door to the balcony, dragging a plush chair with me on the way out, conveying a message without uttering a single word, that we would be fucking out there.

I sat in the chair and stroked my cock in anticipation as she made her way over to sit on it.

She climbed on top of me, tucking her feet into the sides of the chair's cushion, and slowly lowered herself onto my cock. It felt like home, both literally and figuratively.

I was in a new country where I didn't know a single person, thousands of miles away from everyone and everything I ever knew, but some things stayed the same. The physical and mental excitement of sliding into a new woman was a welcomed sensation, and a very familiar one. It was the first familiar thing to happen all day, and in a comforting way, it got rid of any nerves I may have been harboring subconsciously. This was gonna be a fun trip, and I was gonna be alright.

She had been considerably wet since we started making out at the door, so she bounced on my cock effortlessly as I laid back and played with those fat tits that hung in front of me, squeezing them, holding them up, sucking them, burying my face in them, sometimes taking my hands away just to admire them in all their glory as they swayed and bounced freely.

I reached around to rub her asshole lightly, and she spoke for the first time that day.

"Mhmm, yeah," she said with a nod.

"Yeah?," I confirmed, as I pressed my index finger against her asshole, waiting for the green light.

"Oh yeah," she continued, her British accent now revealing itself, as she backed her ass against my finger for encouragement.

I slid my finger in her ass and went back to sucking her tits as she rode me in the warm sun.

"Come on, fucking ride that dick," I commanded, laying a hard slap on her ass with one hand while keeping a finger in her ass with the other.

I placed my hands behind my head in cocky approval as her riding gained momentum.

"That's right. Just like that. Work that fucking cock."

I happened to turn my head for a second, caught a great view of the city, and decided I wanted to get a closer look.

I got out of the chair, carrying her once again (to more surprised giggles), and walked us to the edge of the balcony. I spun her around and instinctively, she bent over, clutching the railing as I proceeded to do some railing of my own, while taking in the sights of downtown London.

I grabbed her hair by the roots and pulled her back towards me, biting her neck again as I pounded. Her moans got louder and my primal feelings grew stronger. This was her city, but this was my pussy. I reached around to play with those perfect tits again, and the surrealist nature of it all hit me, as moments like that often did.

I hadn't traveled to another country in my entire life. I was only there a mere few hours, but already I had a woman bent over the railing of a hotel balcony, moaning in a sexy accent as I pounded her from behind and played with her giant tits. I could've flown right back home after that - what more was left to do?

While I was having fun pounding her out on the balcony, it wasn't scratching my dominant itch the way I wanted it to. If I really wanted to lay it down, we'd need to go back inside.

So that's exactly what we did. I pulled out of her and grabbed her by the wrist, leading us back inside as I laid her down on the bed, took her heels off, and got into the mating press position.

It wasn't a position I did often, but when the mood struck, no other position would do. I needed to get deep inside of her and finish the job I started, getting us both off in the process.

I laid on top of her, hooking my forearms around the backs of her knees, and got back in there. I've mentioned it before, but even though missionary and its many variations aren't my favorite position, there's something so psychologically hot about it in the right moment, that it enhances the physical sensation of it all. Simply put, her pussy just felt better in that position than it did in cowgirl and doggy. It just did.

I experimented with different strokes, testing to see which one would get the best reaction. I tried long, slow, deep strokes, almost coming all the way out, before slamming back in. I tried shallower, faster strokes, but the one that did it, was the grinding, gyrating, nudge fuck stroke.

I would gyrate my hips slowly and grind into her, pushing myself as deep as I could possibly go, massaging the same spot inside of her over and over. That's when her moans got louder and the nails came out, digging into my back as she got closer to orgasm. I knew feeing her walls spasm around my cock would probably set me off too, and I wondered where she'd want me to cum. I'd let her make the decision when I was close.

"You're gonna fucking cum for me?," I whispered in her ear as I continued gyrating and grinding and nudging.

"Oh god yes."

"You fucking love this dick, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Tell me you fucking love it."

"Ooh fuck...I...fucking...love it."

I was feeling myself. My dominant, cocky persona was fully engaged. I had good dick - clearly, judging by her reaction - and I acted accordingly.

"Cum on that fucking dick so I can cum," I demanded.

"Ooh, yes..."

She closed her eyes and focused, and I continued doing what I was doing, until I was greeted by the familiar feeling of a woman cumming on my dick.

"Oooh, yesss," she moaned, as she got hers, her pussy hugging my cock like I knew it would. She was at the height of her O, and I wasn't far behind.

"Where do you want my cum," I asked calmly, like I wasn't barely holding on, seconds away from blowing my load.

"In my mouth," she replied without hesitation.

"You want me to cum in your dirty mouth?," I reiterated, leaning back into the light dom play.

"Yes."

"You didn't say please..."

"Please cum in my fucking mouth."

And with that, I pulled out of her, and kneeled over her chest, dropping my dick in her mouth so she could finish me off.

"Ohh fuck. You fucking slut. You dirty fucking slut," I groaned, as I reached down to play with those fat tits again as I shot my load into her mouth.

She held the whole thing her mouth, then opened it, showing off my thick wad as it oozed off her tongue, before slurping it up with a satisfied smile.

I rolled off of her and caught my breath.

"Whew," I sighed. "Well...I'm Brian," I continued, sticking my hand out to formally introduce myself.

"Hahaha. Sophie," she replied, as we shared a handshake and laid in the afterglow.

It wasn't just the start of my trip, it was the start of a very wild year.