NAMELESS STALLION

“Get to the table he ordered” in his French tainted English. “your pussy so good and I’m gonna make it sing’ he hollered.

For a minute, I was convinced he was possessed by the pussy gods, then I thought he was just intoxicated by my pussy juice. I have never met any man who feasted on squirt juice like “Nameless stallion”.  He drank it, swam in it like a thirsty Mutherfucker.

Let me tell you about “Nameless stallion”.

I met him on my trip to Benin Republic. I had been a part of a delegate to consider some issues surrounding poverty and hunger in a village just outside of Port novo and as always, I was fully in work mode. It was an uneventful trip, one filled with time spent working on a report and touring villages. I had spent the three days worrying about the world and how to fix it and sex was the last thing on my mind.

On the last day of the evaluation, I walked into the hotel lobby to pick up my keys and I noticed that the hotel manager winked at me. he didn’t stop there, he flirted heavily and everything he said seemed like a sexual innuendo. I dismissed the thought and just figured his eyes had an involuntary twitch.

He informed me of my water and laundry bill and as I was about to pay up, I noticed that my wallet was in my hotel room. “I will come to upstairs to your room to get the money” he offered. I felt relieved but still had a feeling as though he was hitting on me.

I was barely clad when I heard a knock on the door, it was him. I hurriedly wore some clothes and picked up my wallet. Without making eye contact I handed him the money due and motioned to close the door. He held the door open with his leg and my pulse started to race! I was nervous as fuck and I didn’t know why. I was almost sure there was a pussy destruction coming my way.

I cleared my throat and tried to speak with confidence, “Excuse me, why are you holding my door open” I asked, trying to keep my voice audible. He caught my eyes and said, do you need anything else? His voice seductive as fuck! In that minute, I knew I was going to fuck this stranger.

Can I come in he asked, still seducing the shit out of me, I basically lost my voice and could not speak, I just moved away from the door, holding it open as though I was under a spell.

He came in and immediately planted his lips on mine. Alarm bells went off in my head. My body started to make music and this stranger was about to dance to it. I kissed him back and that was it, I was lost in this fog of lust.

He began to fondle and caress me, groping and grabbing and I liked every bit of it. I was wet and ready and I had no time to waste. I disengaged from the kissing and fondling, went to my table, handed him a condom and took doggy position on the bed. He entered me from behind with a bang and began to pump it up, in, out, bang bang.

I was dying but I wanted more. He fucked me with so much enthusiasm and lust every stroke harder and deeper than the last driving me to the depths of pleasure. My orgasms came rushing and with every one he spanked me hard as though he was rewarding me for every orgasm.

After a while, he came out of me and said “get to the table.” I was a little afraid of him and rightly so but I obeyed him without question. I laid on the table and he walked slowly toward me, killing me with anticipation. He raised my right leg and slid inside me. He continued to fuck me hard with so much enthusiasm and I cried, throwing caution to the wind. With every stroke came a compliment. “Your pussy so good” “your pussy so thick” “I wanna fuck you right now” “make you cum so hard” all these said while spanking my ass his dick buried deep inside me. This was music to my pussy cos my wetness increased and my juices splashed as he banged.

Fuck! His dick was big and I was hurting but the pleasure was too profound and I couldn’t muster the strength to say stop. Harder, faster, deeper I cried instead, begging him to take me to the edge of ecstasy.  I wanted him to ravage my pussy, give me an experience I’ll never forget and that he did. He then took me on the floor, on the bed, and by the wall. I had begged him not to stop but I had reached my 6^th orgasm and my strength was failing me. He slowly pulled out of me and said “I don’t wanna hurt you, I just want to make your pussy feel good.”

I collapsed on the bed and watched him put his clothes on so he could return to the hotel front desk.

We fucked for over two hours and my nameless stallion didn’t cum neither did he break a sweat.