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In some ways the past week has been slow for tourists here; in others it’s been perfect. We’re in the middle of the mid-season slump for tourists. I can’t complain a bit.
As I posted earlier in the week [in the comments section on the left] I had a few visits from the local Vietnamese guys who seem to enjoy my mouth and cunt. There have been four guests; one was a Spanish guy, in his early thirties, who took an interest in fucking me and he stayed for two and a half days. That translated into a couple of long sloppy blow-jobs plus at least six good long hard fuckings. Sometimes things work out very well – a couple of those sessions gave me some very nice orgasms!
He showed-up in the late afternoon, checked in, went up to the dorm to drop his gear then get a shower. After that he came to the lobby to have a few beers and chat for a while. He wanted information about the area.
I was expecting a visit from one of the local Vietnamese guys.
When he showed-up I asked the guest if he minded minding the desk for a little bit and offered free beer if he would. It wasn’t a problem; there was a questioning look as I greeted the Vietnamese guy then we went to my private room in the back of the hostel. I was treated to a nice hard fucking [he’s the one that’s hung a little better than most and loves to go at it fast and hard] then given a huge load of cum.
In less than half an hour, I was cleaned-up, straightened up and back at the desk.
There was some more conversation with him about the area, I made myself a drink. After maybe twenty minutes he asked, “Did what I think happened…just happen?”
I asked him what he ‘thought’ had happened.
“I think that guy you went to the room with…one of you got fucked…or something like that.”
I have zero inhabitations and had been checking this guy out. He wasn’t bad looking and he had a bit of a bulge in his pants/shorts. I didn’t hide my ‘looking’ at the bulge or him in general. I have always been a slut anyway.
I explained that he’s a friend, married and bi, when he’s horny he knows that he can stop by for either some quick relief or a few hours in the sack. He does prefer younger guys but I’m a good fuck and he takes advantage of that.
We didn’t talk much more about that; he went to find a place for dinner.
While he was gone I had two guests arrive, backpackers from England. They spent some time on their phones then went up to the dorm. He returned then went upstairs for a while after asking me what time I closed the door [closed for the night]. I told him ‘usually’ at ten; unless there was a reason to close earlier, which sometimes happened.
A little before ten, he came downstairs, got himself a beer and joined me in the lobby.
If you’re reading this and, have some of the previous stories, you know that I’m a slut and – that earlier fucking only got me ready for more cock. I could handle being fucked again in a heartbeat. If this guy was hanging around because he was interested…I was ready. Without going into all of the little details – I closed the front gates and turned out all of the lights, except for a small light in the area by the front desk.
In a matter of minutes I was sitting on my bed, his shorts were down around his ankles and I was stroking a nice cock that was growing while getting hard with my attention. It was a very nice surprise. He was uncut, growing to about eight inches and was getting thicker…nice and thick! I put my mouth to work on him and he moaned like hell, put both hands on my head and started to fuck my mouth…not hard or deep…just a nice easy slow one. He was big enough to gag me with one hard stroke! While this was going on, I was becoming aroused as hell myself. I managed to get my sarong about half way up my thighs; far enough that I could stroke my own erection a little. I had been leaking a little, from the first big load, since that was still going on I didn’t think we’d need any lube. I kept sucking and stroking his great cock, getting sloppier and messier as it went on.
There was no conversation; we both knew what we wanted. Once he was totally aroused and more than ready [god was he ready!] I slipped back on the bed, lifted my hips and got the sarong up around my waist. As I pulled my legs up and rolled my hips, he moved in to mount me – in the dim light that beautiful cock hung down between his thighs, ready for action.
With the extra inch [or more] of cock and his thicker member, he made the Vietnamese guy seem like a boy. I spread as wide as I could, moved my ass around a little and helped him find his target…he didn’t need much help. I felt the pressure of his head against my ‘cunt’, strained like I was going to the toilet and took a deep long breath. It came out as a long low moan as he began to penetrate me…then a sharp gasp. There was a little pain as he stretched me but a lot of pleasure as his cock filled me slowly. God did it ever feel good!
When his balls touched my cheeks he hadn’t hit bottom except for a little ‘nudge’ that told me I was full of cock. The Vietnamese guy had left a huge load behind and, even though some had leaked out, there was still more than enough to have me well lubed. As he withdrew there was the wonderful feeling that he was sucking my guts out then, the feeling of being filled again.
It was a pleasure to get my legs up under his armpits, wrap them around him tight and go for a nice ride on that cock.
After a few minutes of slow steady fucking, the pain all turned to pleasure as I relaxed and opened up more. In that position, he was hitting bottom on almost every long slow stroke, it was still just a ‘nudge’, nothing hard or painful. As he kept at it my cunt was screaming for more; I was on fire down there and he could fuck me as long as he wanted.
I made sure that he knew that too! As he slowly and firmly went at me, through my gasping and moaning, I made sure he knew that I was loving every second of it. I told him how good it felt, how much I loved it and begged him to keep going harder and harder! Near the end he did just that!
As he got close to seeding me the pace increased; I clung to him, urged him on while getting louder and louder. What he didn’t know was that – he’d been rubbing the hell out of my ‘G’ spot for a while…at times poking it pretty hard on the way in. The feeling had worked its way up into my thighs; it was now centered in my pelvis and I was throbbing away. If he kept at it a little longer I was going to have an orgasm of my own!
This time, it wasn’t to be.
A few more good hard thrusts and he buried himself so deep that, now, there was pain. It didn’t really matter to me, just part of some really good sex. I squealed like a pig while his cock pumped a nice big load of his seed deep inside of me!
When he pulled out I was aware of everything inside being re-arranged…in a good way. Very few things compare to the post-sex feelings I’m left with most of the time. When he got off I put my legs down, now glowing all over and my cunt tingling like hell.
I then pulled my legs up just a little and asked him to put his finger in and push up…
…when he did that my limp little clit erupted!
As I posted earlier in the week [in the comments section on the left] I had a few visits from the local Vietnamese guys who seem to enjoy my mouth and cunt. There have been four guests; one was a Spanish guy, in his early thirties, who took an interest in fucking me and he stayed for two and a half days. That translated into a couple of long sloppy blow-jobs plus at least six good long hard fuckings. Sometimes things work out very well – a couple of those sessions gave me some very nice orgasms!
He showed-up in the late afternoon, checked in, went up to the dorm to drop his gear then get a shower. After that he came to the lobby to have a few beers and chat for a while. He wanted information about the area.
I was expecting a visit from one of the local Vietnamese guys.
When he showed-up I asked the guest if he minded minding the desk for a little bit and offered free beer if he would. It wasn’t a problem; there was a questioning look as I greeted the Vietnamese guy then we went to my private room in the back of the hostel. I was treated to a nice hard fucking [he’s the one that’s hung a little better than most and loves to go at it fast and hard] then given a huge load of cum.
In less than half an hour, I was cleaned-up, straightened up and back at the desk.
There was some more conversation with him about the area, I made myself a drink. After maybe twenty minutes he asked, “Did what I think happened…just happen?”
I asked him what he ‘thought’ had happened.
“I think that guy you went to the room with…one of you got fucked…or something like that.”
I have zero inhabitations and had been checking this guy out. He wasn’t bad looking and he had a bit of a bulge in his pants/shorts. I didn’t hide my ‘looking’ at the bulge or him in general. I have always been a slut anyway.
I explained that he’s a friend, married and bi, when he’s horny he knows that he can stop by for either some quick relief or a few hours in the sack. He does prefer younger guys but I’m a good fuck and he takes advantage of that.
We didn’t talk much more about that; he went to find a place for dinner.
While he was gone I had two guests arrive, backpackers from England. They spent some time on their phones then went up to the dorm. He returned then went upstairs for a while after asking me what time I closed the door [closed for the night]. I told him ‘usually’ at ten; unless there was a reason to close earlier, which sometimes happened.
A little before ten, he came downstairs, got himself a beer and joined me in the lobby.
If you’re reading this and, have some of the previous stories, you know that I’m a slut and – that earlier fucking only got me ready for more cock. I could handle being fucked again in a heartbeat. If this guy was hanging around because he was interested…I was ready. Without going into all of the little details – I closed the front gates and turned out all of the lights, except for a small light in the area by the front desk.
In a matter of minutes I was sitting on my bed, his shorts were down around his ankles and I was stroking a nice cock that was growing while getting hard with my attention. It was a very nice surprise. He was uncut, growing to about eight inches and was getting thicker…nice and thick! I put my mouth to work on him and he moaned like hell, put both hands on my head and started to fuck my mouth…not hard or deep…just a nice easy slow one. He was big enough to gag me with one hard stroke! While this was going on, I was becoming aroused as hell myself. I managed to get my sarong about half way up my thighs; far enough that I could stroke my own erection a little. I had been leaking a little, from the first big load, since that was still going on I didn’t think we’d need any lube. I kept sucking and stroking his great cock, getting sloppier and messier as it went on.
There was no conversation; we both knew what we wanted. Once he was totally aroused and more than ready [god was he ready!] I slipped back on the bed, lifted my hips and got the sarong up around my waist. As I pulled my legs up and rolled my hips, he moved in to mount me – in the dim light that beautiful cock hung down between his thighs, ready for action.
With the extra inch [or more] of cock and his thicker member, he made the Vietnamese guy seem like a boy. I spread as wide as I could, moved my ass around a little and helped him find his target…he didn’t need much help. I felt the pressure of his head against my ‘cunt’, strained like I was going to the toilet and took a deep long breath. It came out as a long low moan as he began to penetrate me…then a sharp gasp. There was a little pain as he stretched me but a lot of pleasure as his cock filled me slowly. God did it ever feel good!
When his balls touched my cheeks he hadn’t hit bottom except for a little ‘nudge’ that told me I was full of cock. The Vietnamese guy had left a huge load behind and, even though some had leaked out, there was still more than enough to have me well lubed. As he withdrew there was the wonderful feeling that he was sucking my guts out then, the feeling of being filled again.
It was a pleasure to get my legs up under his armpits, wrap them around him tight and go for a nice ride on that cock.
After a few minutes of slow steady fucking, the pain all turned to pleasure as I relaxed and opened up more. In that position, he was hitting bottom on almost every long slow stroke, it was still just a ‘nudge’, nothing hard or painful. As he kept at it my cunt was screaming for more; I was on fire down there and he could fuck me as long as he wanted.
I made sure that he knew that too! As he slowly and firmly went at me, through my gasping and moaning, I made sure he knew that I was loving every second of it. I told him how good it felt, how much I loved it and begged him to keep going harder and harder! Near the end he did just that!
As he got close to seeding me the pace increased; I clung to him, urged him on while getting louder and louder. What he didn’t know was that – he’d been rubbing the hell out of my ‘G’ spot for a while…at times poking it pretty hard on the way in. The feeling had worked its way up into my thighs; it was now centered in my pelvis and I was throbbing away. If he kept at it a little longer I was going to have an orgasm of my own!
This time, it wasn’t to be.
A few more good hard thrusts and he buried himself so deep that, now, there was pain. It didn’t really matter to me, just part of some really good sex. I squealed like a pig while his cock pumped a nice big load of his seed deep inside of me!
When he pulled out I was aware of everything inside being re-arranged…in a good way. Very few things compare to the post-sex feelings I’m left with most of the time. When he got off I put my legs down, now glowing all over and my cunt tingling like hell.
I then pulled my legs up just a little and asked him to put his finger in and push up…
…when he did that my limp little clit erupted!
Nanette
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