A Very Hot Hotel Meet by Mariel
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A Girls Sexual Growing Continues, By MarieL free porn video
I have finally lost my hymen and experience a man's cock inside me for the first time, now as time has moved on I need to explore all avenues for sex available to a girl willing enough to try anything, by now I have had experiences with many man, so now for something different.
Please read on and relive my experiences and please dont forget to get involved, I need to know you so please comment.
After Grandpa Gardener, I became an uninhibited girl, returning regularly to the scene of my surrender, there was no stopping my unquenchable thirst for that exquisite feeling of being penetrated.
Masturbation became easier too as I found I could orgasm with amazing regularity and without too much effort.
My crotch seemed to have a life of its own, not taking too much effort to crave physical contact, and with this female lusting, my body responded in leaps and bounds, pumping out sex hormones and turning me into every perverts dream.
My breasts became fuller, and firmer, this firmness was unfettered by a lack of brassiere, and my constant state of neediness, was psychologically transmitted from my protruding nipples, like little telegraph poles sending out messages to the surrounding men, 'This girl is on fire'.
My mind also was in a constant flux, soaking up stories and images to be put to my own use as a sexual outlet for me. Normal sex was great, but in an other way, unfulfilling.
I found myself needing that little something more, and during one session asked to be spanked, as we copulated.
The smack felt dull alongside the intense feeling of the sex act itself, but the sound, the loud smack of his hand on my bum, thrilled me, and I screamed out, 'Again, and again', this time my orgasm went through the roof, surely it could not get better, how wrong I was.
I entered the double decker bus just as the rain started falling, and sat on the full length seat, at 90 degrees to the rest of the seating, and at each stop the bus filled and soon our bodies were in physical contact, only I was sitting down.
Then I saw him. He was just staring at my knees, 'Shit', I thought, and immediately began to formulate his lusting for me into a scenario where his desire for me became an obsession, I wanted to feel his orgasm as well as my own, and as such imagined what it was he craved for me to do, positive feedback I think could describe my inner feelings.
I did nor realize the bus had passed my stop, with my deep thinking lost somewhere down in my crotch and the people blocking my view, soon I was right in town and the heavens had opened, with the incessant down-pouring rain.
I alighted the bus, much to the disappointment of the man looking at my knees, and ran like crazy to an awning in a building close to the stop.
It was very dark with the cloud cover and the heavy rain, I shivered as a gust of cold wind swirled up the street, devoid of people, then I realized I was in a side street, just off the main thoroughfare, I checked my watch and was about to make a dash for it when a man appeared from the side, 'Excuse me miss', he said.
I looked at him, 'Another Wrinkly', I thought, names of endearment young girls used to describe men of certain ages, 'Yes', I replied, straightening up as he approached, noting his eyes firmly on my breasts, the cold and wetness due to rain, did nothing to hide my stature of femininity, my nipples hardening even more, thanks to his keenness of them.
'Sorry love, I thought you were someone else', he apologized and smiled warmly, but my tits remained firmly in his focus, even I could see their naughty protuberance now, I was convinced they had doubled in size and firmed even more in their rigidity.
He swallowed hard, 'Caught looking', a catchword phrase being used back then, made me smile as I thought about it then, and he certainly was caught.
I could feel the old familiar feeling and heat rise in my feminine crotch, I was warming to his attention, 'Bet he wants to fuck me good and proper', flashed through my mind repeatedly, each time I thought it, the closer to reality it became.
Then it dawned on me where I was standing.
Even though I had never been here before, it was a backstreet cinema, 'A Dirty Old Man's Cinema' called 'Bio Rio'.
'Is this a sex cinema', I asked him in my sweetest voice.
He looked outside, left and right, seemingly content we were absolutely alone, 'Yes, it is', he replied, 'but it Ok for now', he continued, adding, 'given the weather and that'.
'I was about to go when you came', I defiantly stated, with a hint of teenage ire in my voice, but his mellowed softness quashed my rising heat, 'You look cold, like some tea', he countered?
I followed him down the darkened hallway into a small booth, where he stood and collected hard cash from the desperate men looking for sexual gratification from the celluloid imagery.
'Sit here'. He proffered me a seat in an old beaten brown leathered couch, and I put my satchel down on the floor beside it and sat down, letting my skirt hem ride high on my bare thighs.
As I sat and settled down my bum sank deep into its polished surface, and my knees high enough to put my thighs at a good angle relative keeping my skirt riding high.
'You like some milk', he asked as he turned to take note of me sitting in such a provocative position, his eyes falling on my ample bosoms, as if to emphasize some sort of relationship.
I smiled, 'They are not producing yet', I naughtily countered. He liked that, and I felt flushed he did.
'How old are you', he queried as he handed me the hot cup?
I reached down for my satchel and fished out my ID card, and handed it to him and watched as he studied it and counted the years since my birth, before handing it back to me.
'I should copy that', he said, 'can I', he asked?
'Why', I replied with a quizzed look on my face. 'Someday Miss MarieL, you will be famous and I want people to know I knew you'.
I laughed at that one, 'You're fucking crazy', I said, I used the expletive because suddenly I wanted something to happen, so I handed it back to him and watched as he went over to the copying machine.
'Wait', I said, and got out of the chair and went alongside him, 'Let me make it more personalized', and he gave me both the card and a look that said he understood.
I lifted the lid of the copier, and followed with my blouse and placed both the ID card and my bare breasts on the cold glass, pressing the button, all the time my eyes never left his face.
The A4 paper came out to reveal my perfect breasts and herd nipples in wonderful color and my ID card with all my details in perfect unity.
I straightened-up, picked up a pen, 'What's your name', I asked him throatily, my tonal verbosity tinged heavily with lust, 'Call me Johnny', he replied as he drank in the visual wonder of my young breasts.
I handed it to him, 'There can be no doubting as to who I am now', I said as he studied the paper, a smile breaking out across his face, 'What about your bottom half', he said confidently, 'Why not', I countered, getting into the total absurdity and naughtiness of the whole thing.
He watched and moistened his dry lips as my hands shot up my short skirt and my thumbs hooked my panties down and off.
'A souvenir', I said as I held them out to him, the soaked crotch now visible to both of us. He took them and without his eyes leaving mine he drew his tongue across the gusset, making me cringe with delight, 'You like my taste', I said as I climbed onto a plastic chair, turned and bared my ass and pussy to him before planking it down on the glass surface, 'Might be smudged as I am wet', I said, and he cam across to me and lifted my thigh high enough to place my ID card under it, then he reached up my thighs to my bum and pulled my cheeks open, 'We need to show just how wet you are', and at that pressed the button.
I literary slid with his help from the surface, leaving a familiar snail trail, young pussies will do that, and he bent across and licked it clean.
I studied the second paper and noted with pride it was not as smudged as I thought it might be, my pussy was showing every crinkle and fold, even my butt hole and clitoris could be seen, so I signed it, but only as he fucked me.
When we finished, all of a disappointing three minutes later, I signed it proper, explaining the first scribbling were due to my being fucked over the very machine.
I stood by the copier and continued to drink my tea, studying him, as his semen run down my thighs, 'You need a towel', he suggested?
I shook my head, 'Feels nice', I said naughtily, he just shook his head.
'Come here', he ordered, and as I approached him he pulled a drawer open. I looked inside and it was full of sex toys, dildos, vibrators, balls, dongs and butt plugs, things I had never really thought off until now.
'What,s this for'?
I held up a jelly like spike, blue with sparkly flakes embedded. 'It's a Butt Plug', he said, noting the puzzled expression on my face, 'You shove it up your tight asshole', I loved the way he talked.
'Here', I handed it to him, 'Shove it up my asshole', I ordered, I was warming to another fuck, I just hoped he was able too.
I turned away from him, raised my skirt and bent double, 'Pull your ass apart', he ordered and I complied, feeling him rub this silicon object along and up inside my pussy, 'That's not my asshole', I weakly objected, as it still felt good.
'I am just oiling it to go in you', he countered, then he bent between my ass cheeks and licked my pink crinkled butt hole, first lapping it full tongue, the more with the pointed tip as he started to penetrate it, he was 'Rimming me', and it was a massive pleasure to feel.
He withdrew the plug from my pussy and slid it all the way up my asshole, watching as I closed around the base, securing it firmly inside, 'Fucking hell', I screamed, straightening-up, 'is it all the way inside'?
He came across to me, his arms encircling me and we started kissing, I loved kissing, it was a very personal action, an acceptance to making love to the man inside you, and I wanted that sort of sex, not an quickie or an wham bang thing, no I wanted to be fucked by a man who knew I wanted him, so kissing for me made it that way.
He seemed to like the fact I was moving around with a foreign body inside of me, 'How does it feel', he queried after about fifteen minutes.
'I'm comfortable with it', I said, squeezing my bum cheeks together, in one way knowing it was there added to my libido, and the fact I was without panties added another, 'Do you want to fuck me again', I asked him pouting.
'Take some toys, have fun, keep them,'. I went back to the drawer and took some very colorful 'Rabbits', a 'Dong' and the 'Butt Plug', currently nestling up my ass, 'These will do fine I said somewhat triumphantly, and put the three item in my satchel.
'Lets go up to the 'Reel Room', he suggested. 'What's that', I asked him. 'It's where we show the videos and look down on the men having a wank', that did it for me, 'OK, lets do it', I said, 'can I leave this in', lifting my short dress to show the butt plug was still being chewed on by my sphincter ass muscle.
The story continues in the next part as I go amongst masturbating men and have my sexual experience expanded by group sex in the semen strewn seats and floor of the cinema, Please remember to add your comment as I go down these sexual memories
Please read on and relive my experiences and please dont forget to get involved, I need to know you so please comment.
After Grandpa Gardener, I became an uninhibited girl, returning regularly to the scene of my surrender, there was no stopping my unquenchable thirst for that exquisite feeling of being penetrated.
Masturbation became easier too as I found I could orgasm with amazing regularity and without too much effort.
My crotch seemed to have a life of its own, not taking too much effort to crave physical contact, and with this female lusting, my body responded in leaps and bounds, pumping out sex hormones and turning me into every perverts dream.
My breasts became fuller, and firmer, this firmness was unfettered by a lack of brassiere, and my constant state of neediness, was psychologically transmitted from my protruding nipples, like little telegraph poles sending out messages to the surrounding men, 'This girl is on fire'.
My mind also was in a constant flux, soaking up stories and images to be put to my own use as a sexual outlet for me. Normal sex was great, but in an other way, unfulfilling.
I found myself needing that little something more, and during one session asked to be spanked, as we copulated.
The smack felt dull alongside the intense feeling of the sex act itself, but the sound, the loud smack of his hand on my bum, thrilled me, and I screamed out, 'Again, and again', this time my orgasm went through the roof, surely it could not get better, how wrong I was.
I entered the double decker bus just as the rain started falling, and sat on the full length seat, at 90 degrees to the rest of the seating, and at each stop the bus filled and soon our bodies were in physical contact, only I was sitting down.
Then I saw him. He was just staring at my knees, 'Shit', I thought, and immediately began to formulate his lusting for me into a scenario where his desire for me became an obsession, I wanted to feel his orgasm as well as my own, and as such imagined what it was he craved for me to do, positive feedback I think could describe my inner feelings.
I did nor realize the bus had passed my stop, with my deep thinking lost somewhere down in my crotch and the people blocking my view, soon I was right in town and the heavens had opened, with the incessant down-pouring rain.
I alighted the bus, much to the disappointment of the man looking at my knees, and ran like crazy to an awning in a building close to the stop.
It was very dark with the cloud cover and the heavy rain, I shivered as a gust of cold wind swirled up the street, devoid of people, then I realized I was in a side street, just off the main thoroughfare, I checked my watch and was about to make a dash for it when a man appeared from the side, 'Excuse me miss', he said.
I looked at him, 'Another Wrinkly', I thought, names of endearment young girls used to describe men of certain ages, 'Yes', I replied, straightening up as he approached, noting his eyes firmly on my breasts, the cold and wetness due to rain, did nothing to hide my stature of femininity, my nipples hardening even more, thanks to his keenness of them.
'Sorry love, I thought you were someone else', he apologized and smiled warmly, but my tits remained firmly in his focus, even I could see their naughty protuberance now, I was convinced they had doubled in size and firmed even more in their rigidity.
He swallowed hard, 'Caught looking', a catchword phrase being used back then, made me smile as I thought about it then, and he certainly was caught.
I could feel the old familiar feeling and heat rise in my feminine crotch, I was warming to his attention, 'Bet he wants to fuck me good and proper', flashed through my mind repeatedly, each time I thought it, the closer to reality it became.
Then it dawned on me where I was standing.
Even though I had never been here before, it was a backstreet cinema, 'A Dirty Old Man's Cinema' called 'Bio Rio'.
'Is this a sex cinema', I asked him in my sweetest voice.
He looked outside, left and right, seemingly content we were absolutely alone, 'Yes, it is', he replied, 'but it Ok for now', he continued, adding, 'given the weather and that'.
'I was about to go when you came', I defiantly stated, with a hint of teenage ire in my voice, but his mellowed softness quashed my rising heat, 'You look cold, like some tea', he countered?
I followed him down the darkened hallway into a small booth, where he stood and collected hard cash from the desperate men looking for sexual gratification from the celluloid imagery.
'Sit here'. He proffered me a seat in an old beaten brown leathered couch, and I put my satchel down on the floor beside it and sat down, letting my skirt hem ride high on my bare thighs.
As I sat and settled down my bum sank deep into its polished surface, and my knees high enough to put my thighs at a good angle relative keeping my skirt riding high.
'You like some milk', he asked as he turned to take note of me sitting in such a provocative position, his eyes falling on my ample bosoms, as if to emphasize some sort of relationship.
I smiled, 'They are not producing yet', I naughtily countered. He liked that, and I felt flushed he did.
'How old are you', he queried as he handed me the hot cup?
I reached down for my satchel and fished out my ID card, and handed it to him and watched as he studied it and counted the years since my birth, before handing it back to me.
'I should copy that', he said, 'can I', he asked?
'Why', I replied with a quizzed look on my face. 'Someday Miss MarieL, you will be famous and I want people to know I knew you'.
I laughed at that one, 'You're fucking crazy', I said, I used the expletive because suddenly I wanted something to happen, so I handed it back to him and watched as he went over to the copying machine.
'Wait', I said, and got out of the chair and went alongside him, 'Let me make it more personalized', and he gave me both the card and a look that said he understood.
I lifted the lid of the copier, and followed with my blouse and placed both the ID card and my bare breasts on the cold glass, pressing the button, all the time my eyes never left his face.
The A4 paper came out to reveal my perfect breasts and herd nipples in wonderful color and my ID card with all my details in perfect unity.
I straightened-up, picked up a pen, 'What's your name', I asked him throatily, my tonal verbosity tinged heavily with lust, 'Call me Johnny', he replied as he drank in the visual wonder of my young breasts.
I handed it to him, 'There can be no doubting as to who I am now', I said as he studied the paper, a smile breaking out across his face, 'What about your bottom half', he said confidently, 'Why not', I countered, getting into the total absurdity and naughtiness of the whole thing.
He watched and moistened his dry lips as my hands shot up my short skirt and my thumbs hooked my panties down and off.
'A souvenir', I said as I held them out to him, the soaked crotch now visible to both of us. He took them and without his eyes leaving mine he drew his tongue across the gusset, making me cringe with delight, 'You like my taste', I said as I climbed onto a plastic chair, turned and bared my ass and pussy to him before planking it down on the glass surface, 'Might be smudged as I am wet', I said, and he cam across to me and lifted my thigh high enough to place my ID card under it, then he reached up my thighs to my bum and pulled my cheeks open, 'We need to show just how wet you are', and at that pressed the button.
I literary slid with his help from the surface, leaving a familiar snail trail, young pussies will do that, and he bent across and licked it clean.
I studied the second paper and noted with pride it was not as smudged as I thought it might be, my pussy was showing every crinkle and fold, even my butt hole and clitoris could be seen, so I signed it, but only as he fucked me.
When we finished, all of a disappointing three minutes later, I signed it proper, explaining the first scribbling were due to my being fucked over the very machine.
I stood by the copier and continued to drink my tea, studying him, as his semen run down my thighs, 'You need a towel', he suggested?
I shook my head, 'Feels nice', I said naughtily, he just shook his head.
'Come here', he ordered, and as I approached him he pulled a drawer open. I looked inside and it was full of sex toys, dildos, vibrators, balls, dongs and butt plugs, things I had never really thought off until now.
'What,s this for'?
I held up a jelly like spike, blue with sparkly flakes embedded. 'It's a Butt Plug', he said, noting the puzzled expression on my face, 'You shove it up your tight asshole', I loved the way he talked.
'Here', I handed it to him, 'Shove it up my asshole', I ordered, I was warming to another fuck, I just hoped he was able too.
I turned away from him, raised my skirt and bent double, 'Pull your ass apart', he ordered and I complied, feeling him rub this silicon object along and up inside my pussy, 'That's not my asshole', I weakly objected, as it still felt good.
'I am just oiling it to go in you', he countered, then he bent between my ass cheeks and licked my pink crinkled butt hole, first lapping it full tongue, the more with the pointed tip as he started to penetrate it, he was 'Rimming me', and it was a massive pleasure to feel.
He withdrew the plug from my pussy and slid it all the way up my asshole, watching as I closed around the base, securing it firmly inside, 'Fucking hell', I screamed, straightening-up, 'is it all the way inside'?
He came across to me, his arms encircling me and we started kissing, I loved kissing, it was a very personal action, an acceptance to making love to the man inside you, and I wanted that sort of sex, not an quickie or an wham bang thing, no I wanted to be fucked by a man who knew I wanted him, so kissing for me made it that way.
He seemed to like the fact I was moving around with a foreign body inside of me, 'How does it feel', he queried after about fifteen minutes.
'I'm comfortable with it', I said, squeezing my bum cheeks together, in one way knowing it was there added to my libido, and the fact I was without panties added another, 'Do you want to fuck me again', I asked him pouting.
'Take some toys, have fun, keep them,'. I went back to the drawer and took some very colorful 'Rabbits', a 'Dong' and the 'Butt Plug', currently nestling up my ass, 'These will do fine I said somewhat triumphantly, and put the three item in my satchel.
'Lets go up to the 'Reel Room', he suggested. 'What's that', I asked him. 'It's where we show the videos and look down on the men having a wank', that did it for me, 'OK, lets do it', I said, 'can I leave this in', lifting my short dress to show the butt plug was still being chewed on by my sphincter ass muscle.
The story continues in the next part as I go amongst masturbating men and have my sexual experience expanded by group sex in the semen strewn seats and floor of the cinema, Please remember to add your comment as I go down these sexual memories
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