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I looked at the mirror and smiled, a big stupid grin that turned into a laugh, before I remembered where I was and what I was doing. Standing in his bathroom, having just showered in preparation for this man, I almost came just thinking about it. At the time I thought I was hard from checking myself out in the mirror. I had been doing push-ups and dips to build my chest and arms and it hard worked. Sexy athletic tone, not muscled, not undefined, my chest and arms were just considered bonus viewing while they enjoyed my voracious oral obsession. Then again, I could’ve just been in good shape from all the fucking I did.

I had just broken up with a girl who was very sweet, but very boring. Sex was plain, Applebee’s was her restaurant of choice, and she even dressed like a middle aged woman. But she liked me enough to come out of her prudent mold and make her moves on me and how could I say no to that. Eventually her prudish ways and my ridiculousness had to part. So what is a guy to do, he goes out and does it all over again, except this time it was a tourist from Denmark, a man, who has expressed his interest and flattered the shit outta me. I’m no whore, but the right words from anyone will make me want to fulfill whatever desires they possess, at least those that I’m good for.

I’ve got black hair, dark chocolate eyes, light brown skin, a 7” cut cock that’s slightly thicker than most, and an ass that has gotten me into more fun trouble than I could ever share, especially since it has to do its regular boring job of being sat upon as I regale the glorious its brought me. Picture whatever face you want for me, but know that I have a wide, long tongue, soft medium-sized lips, and am extremely cute with a leaning towards boyish, though that’ll surely fade…

So what’s a guy to do when a 6’2” 220lbs toned Danish dude sits down next to him at a table for one and proceeds to buy dinner and say how much he wants you and spoke his best English to express it while ditching his previous companions to do it. I don’t think I’m some super hottie, but I have a look that if you like that look and don’t mind that I’m short, then it happens. This time though, I was slightly taken aback by its effect, only once before had I had someone come onto me like this and I almost married her.

The fact that I had been eating alone and now had company was enough to make me smile and accept his initial advances. We had two rounds of drinks before I opened my menu and thought that I should probably eat light as to avoid any future complications, something I rarely even considered as I rarely hooked up with a guy spontaneously. Most of my previous encounters had either been online or guys who I hung out with first then worked out way into it. Moreover I usually just gave head, so why was I worried about keeping myself obstruction free in the near future.

This made me look at my new friend again. He was good looking, but not handsome or cute or anything. He sort of looked like he could be the extra eastern European in any bad movie or tv show. Could be good looking from afar, but really nothing sexy or remarkable, but not unappealing in any way either, though I must admit, his face isn’t what I remember most. He had bulky arms and a round chest, a worker’s body with undefined muscles which indicated real strength. I guessed him to be late 20’s, though he was only 22.

As I checked him out again, I couldn’t help but wonder what he was packing in his pants. I had heard that the men of northern Europe produced some fantastic sausage. Having been a big black cock slut for a few months early in my bisexual party days, I had always been curious about this supposed challenge to black cock supremacy.

He told me his life story in relatively solid English. He was very happy, proud, and excited about himself having just succeeded at most of early adulthood’s major accomplishments. He had earned a degree, been recruited out of his university to a sweet job, had been promoted within his first year and was now enjoying his dream vacation and reveling that his hard work had been worth it after all.

He didn’t say all this, but that was the emotion he put into his simple expressions as we worked through two rounds of whiskey on the rocks, a drink I enjoy, but mostly order to sort out the phonies, they can’t handle it. He handled his better than me and before I knew it I was over laughing, giving him big eyes, and bouncing back and forth slightly from cheek to cheek as we sat at the north and west ends of the table, angled so our knees were almost mirrored, well as much as they could be considering he was more than half a foot taller than me.

When I put my hand on top of his in an attempt to make my words sound more heartfelt or meaningful, I lost my train of thought when I noticed how big his fingers and hands were, though perfectly proportioned to his wrist and arms. Thank god he was young and lived in Europe, because any American with this build would either be in pro sports or on their way to obesity.

Now big hands aren’t always an indicator of a big dick, but it’s a usual suspect. I then looked at his nose with my curious eye and decided that it was also proportionate but like most of his features: large. I looked at him while I took a sip from my empty glass. I was trying to distract myself by looking at the ice, but I couldn’t look away, I was stuck…and he knew it.

Any man with a special or extra large cock knows the look in a woman’s or guy’s eyes that says they can own them with their man meat. Once my Danish companion saw my face change, he got quiet and sipped his drink a few too many times in a row and ate some bread, tearing it in small pieces, after earlier saying he didn’t like this American eating custom. I knew he was trying to figure out something and I wasn’t sure what to say. I’ve learned that when someone is coming after you, the last thing you do is help them in their conquest. If you want them enough, the most you do is not hinder them or make it easier if you’ve felt they’ve earned it, but now I need to be patient before it can happen. I want him to seduce me and charm me and I want him to think he worked to get in my pants so he’ll fuck me extra well.

The waiter came and I ordered an appetizer as my dinner, a few mussels in white wine. My Dane had just finished his dinner when he approached me, so he just sat there and over-chewed his last piece of bread. When the waiter left, he said I didn’t need to be so frugal, I could have whatever I wanted. I said that it was what I had come to the place to eat. Then he remembered what he had been thinking before the waiter came over and he looked at me very seriously.

“Do you like big guys?” he asked. I took the position that he was being self-conscious of his weight and size but that I found it appealing. I do love a man who can overpower me, man-mountains which I get to climb, its fun, but I was saying this just to make him say more, I hoped.

“No, I’m just strong,” he said looking at his arms and chest. “I mean are you scared of me?”

I laughed and told him he was silly. I acted my normal, alpha straight male-self and assured him that while he was bigger and stronger, I was well trained and did not fear him in the least. Again I knew he didn’t mean this, but I wanted to prolong the moment of dick discovery as much as I could, after all I was enjoying this as much, if not more, than he was, at least for now.

“I am gentle,” he responded with much effort. “Do you like big men…down there?” He finally blushed out. I would soon learn that his blushing came more from trying to make moves in a foreign language, as his sexual confidence was among the highest I’ve encountered.

Now was my time to shine, except for the nagging voice that reminded me most men think they’re bigger than they really are (especially when hoping to impress before they undress) I put every bit of my excitement into acting surprised and as if I hadn’t yet thought about it. He knew I was playing the game, he had to, but he was playing in a second language and he had made the first move.

“Really?” I asked with jubilation and glee added to surprise. “I haven’t been with anyone big big, but I love looking at big ones in movies,” I said, hoping my gentle lies would have the desired effect.

“You will like me. We go now,” he said suddenly, revealing that he was used to being the one in charge and now that we had made it past the part where he had to speak a lot of English, he took full control.

With that, he walked over to the waiter, took care of the check, and then we left. We went to his hotel by cab and having had the chance to get a better look at him from multiple angles, I couldn’t help pat myself on the back for such a lucky catch. Then I lost all reason and accountability when I let my gaze fall upon his crotch as we sat in the back seat of the cab, the perfect position for a man with a big cock or hard on to display himself in a casual way, especially if they put it on the correct thigh. I noticed a soft lump in a slight curve running the seam of his pants, forced my hands to remain where they were, and swallowed so as not to drool from my mouth which was watering more than a respectable cocksucker’s should, but I didn’t really want his respect. After a long stare and two turns of the cab, I realized he was staring at my staring.

“You like,” he said again, then said something in Danish that sounded naughty and slightly demeaning, which made me all the more his. I put my hand on his off thigh and pressed into his crotch, firmly feeling for the base of his cock and his balls, but not too hard since they were confined in jeans. My cautious approach was rewarded as my hand instantly cupped part of his balls and my thumb could sense the shaft. My hand definitely didn’t encompass all of his balls and I felt a drip of clear saliva run out my mouth, but didn’t see where it landed as his cock jerked at the sight of my drool and the soft lump pulsed. My hand jumped as I was startled by the large disturbance in his pants, but I assured my reflexes that I was not being suddenly attacked by an unseen threat, that this was in fact a cock made for dreams and it was ok to be touching it.

He laughed when I jumped back. He spoke a few sentences in Danish, his voice dark and commanding. “You like now. You will like more,” he said before finishing his thought in Danish. I was glad his English was basic because I don’t think I could’ve waited if he could talk dirty in English. As it was, I wondered if I had time to take it out before we got to the hotel, few cabbies minded a good show if it had a good tip. But the cab stopped and he opened the door for me and led the way to his room.

In the elevator he pulled me to him and pressed us together, I rubbed my hand up from his waist to his chest, pressing firmly against his muscled torso. He leaned in to kiss me and before I could wonder if I should really kiss this man, he lifted me off the ground to meet his lips and I lost myself. His tongue probed my mouth deeply and powerfully. His hands held my by the ass, but he was strong enough that once he had me lifted, one hand was all he needed to support me. That hand massaged my ass while his other grabbed the back of my head and directed our making out. For 17 floors and one long kiss, I was enraptured by this man. I couldn’t do anything but return his affection even if I didn’t want to. The elevator stop, but he didn’t let me go until the doors opened, he looked out of the elevator and then almost tossed me into the hall. He stepped behind me quickly and pushed me in the back.

“This way,” he said taking out his cardkey and slapping my ass as he passed me to unlock his door. He opened the door and he pulled me inside, picked me up in one arm as he closed the door. I grabbed his shoulders and kissed him as he strode to the bed. He threw me onto it, I bounced a little higher than I thought I would. I landed on all fours with a smile on my face. He knocked me onto my back as he glided onto the king sized bed and pinned me below his body. His weight pressed me into the feather top mattress and I could feel a piece of lead against my leg that I assumed was his hard cock. I had purposely avoided touching it since the cab and knew I could edge myself a little long. He rolled me on top of him and I took my opportunity.

“I need to shower,” I said. He looked at me and in the time it took him to translate what I had said in his head, I worried that I had broken the moment. “It’s been a long, hot day…” I added demurely, in case I needed to save the situation.

He threw me off of him and strode past me to the bathroom, he turned on the shower for me and put a towel on the rack. He looked back at me, “I like fresh.” He knew that I needed to be clean not just for him, but for my own enjoyment too. I was definitely his bitch and we definitely clicked on many levels. I rubbed my whole self, face to knee against him as I went to the shower, and looked up longingly as I pressed both hands against his crotch.

“I’m yours,” I said. Then I dropped my pants as I turned around. I lifted my shirt off as I stepped away to give him the first uncovered view of my ass. He said something that I took as a compliment and was sure to walk in a way that I hoped made my ass look best. I showered quickly thanks to the removable shower head and stepped out to find he hadn’t moved at all. I dried quickly but in a way I hoped showed off every part of my body that I’m proud of or have been told is appreciable.

I looked in the mirror, gave myself a look, quickly stifled a loud laugh, and turned back to my Danish tourist. He was about to get the full tour. I walked up to him and he immediately put his hands on my shoulders and pressed me to my knees. I gasped and looked startled and offended. But he knew this was the way to treat me and I loved it. I grabbed his knees and pulled my face into his crotch, rubbing my face against his cock through his jeans. I kept nuzzling his cock as he ran his fingers through my hair. I half stood for a second as I used my teeth to undo his belt. I didn’t even pull his belt off, as I often do for dramatic effect, but instead used one hand to unbutton his pants and unzip his fly.

I tore his pants down with both hands and gazed in wild wonder at the sight of his underwear trying to contain his cock. Even his balls were clearly pressing against the fabric and I pressed my forehead underneath his balls and dragged my face up against his balls and cock as I moved my head upwards to his stomach. I lifted his shirt and kissed his torso as I pressed my toned chest against his cock. I could feel it pulsing to hardness against me and I moaned as kissed his body.

I went back to my knees and slowly ran my fingers around the band of his underwear. Briefs were such an odd sight to me, but I knew Europe loved them and they certainly made for an impressive sight. As I lowered his underwear, I felt my drool run down my chest, damn I would need that high quality saliva soon. His cock didn’t spring out or flop out, it lunged out from its confinement like a mighty beast finally set free. I gasped. Really, not just for the moment, but because his cock was GORGEOUS. It was in the wonderful state of semi-hardness, about 8 inches at the moment and thick as thick should be. Best of all, it had a full roundness to its cylinder with a slight bend that would surely work my prostate perfectly when I’m on my back or on top. A million images of ecstasy went through my mind and I had to calm myself. I looked up.

“Wow,” I said, earnestly. “It is big, very big.” I held my hands behind my back and angled my head in a sweeping upward motion that allowed me to place my lips around the head of his cock. It was mostly helmet looking, with a slight wedge that would gain him easier access. I lifted my head back to where it was, his tip precariously in my lips. I looked up at him at this moment and smiled, his cock still in my lips. I replaced my hold with my hand, “you are special and I am so lucky.”

“Now, quiet,” he told me softly yet firmly. I mouthed as much of his cock as I could, eager to please him and show him I would submit. One hand held the base while I worked the first few inches of his cock. His head glistened with spit and I could feel it growing in my mouth. I got as much spit as I could on it, sloppily kissing, licking, and sucking the end of his cock. I leaned back for a moment, wiped my face, and took another look. His cock had grown substantially, reaching out to me, and I pursed my lips against his cock head, and began to suck as if I had a drinking straw in my mouth. On a small cock, this doesn’t feel good, but a big one can handle the suction as I pull my mouth onto his cock using that suction. His cock pulses and it gets even thicker within my mouth, its fullness pressing at all sides against the top of my throat, I feel myself about to gag.

He sensed it too. He grabbed my head and as my body tried to gasp for the air needed to gag, he pushed his fat cock into my throat, stifling my gag and suddenly shifting the action. With his hands on my head he began to throat fuck me. I still didn’t have his whole cock in my mouth and I didn’t know how much more I could take, breathing through my nose at a moment of this level of excitement, wasn’t bringing me sufficient oxygen. I thrust my head forward, smashing my nose against his pelvis. He grunted as I did this, pleased and pleasured by my action and he rewarded me by grabbing my hair more firmly and fucking my throat even harder. I could feel copious amounts of spit running down my face and chest. His knees buckled as he began giving me prolonged thrusts. My cock was rock hard and bouncing up and down against the floor and my belly. I have a full 12” of thick white cock filling my mouth and I was sure I would pass out by the overwhelming pleasure I felt.

As I felt I would never want him to stop skull fucking me, he pulled his cock out in one sudden move. I felt air rush into my chest through my mouth as I gasped in desperate grief at the sudden withdrawal. Before I could make my move to regain his cock, he picked me up and threw me to the bed. I tried to get up and establish position to suck him more, but he had different aims. He spun me around and flipped me over, than grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart. He held onto my ankles while he pulled me spread eagle to the edge of the bed.

I couldn’t wait to watch him work his cock into my ass. It had been more than a year since my last anal adventure and I was sure to be super tight. I look up at the ceiling, mentally preparing myself to relax my ass despite the excitement and nervousness. He didn’t bring his cock to my wanting hole though, instead he used his grip of my ankles to tilt my ass upward and bury his face between my legs. He started with my balls. They’re a dark brown, like my cock and nipples, and comparatively big on me. He licked them and I realized he had a bigger tongue than me. He then licked my cock which had grown soft, he actually wrapped his tongue around it long ways and sucked it into his mouth.

He noticed my lack of growth, despite my previous arousal. Somewhere in my mind, I knew he was experienced enough to know that it took a cock in me for mine to get hard, which is true when I’m fucking men. He left my cock and sucked one of my balls into his mouth. He swiveled it around as I squirmed in delight with him keeping me firmly where he wanted me. I was enjoying myself to be sure and I couldn’t escape his grasp even if I wanted to at this point, but my ass was feeling very neglected.

Again he knew what I wanted and he looked up at me with a slight smile and then lapped my crack without breaking eye contact. What he did next I dreamed would happen again. He licked, probed, and suckled my winking eye for a short eternity. His tongue penetrated me so well that even my cock began to stir and I could feel tiny cool breezes as his exhales drifted across escaped saliva. He moved up and kissed me, pressing his cock against mine. I was tiny in comparison and let out a little squeal, despite being physically inferior to him in every way, he still had come after me and was about to make my ass his personal pleasure pocket.

I had never had my ass rimmed and eaten like this, nor had I ever been fucked without lube. He climbed up my body until his cock was at my face. I instinctively called forth my best drool and saliva and mouthed his raging manhood. It hadn’t grown longer, but it was now steel hard and thicker than before. I felt a moment of extreme panic. I had once had 11” of not so thick cock in me and the inexperienced ass fucker had plowed me righteously until he slipped and hit a nerve. I had a dead leg for a while and it took months to recover. Since then I hadn’t had one that long. I had also pushed the girth limits of my ass, stretching it with a butt plug and a black cock that was just slightly shorter than my own 7” but thicker than my forearm. It had taken a lot of patience and effort to work it in and it had never been rough and wild like I had hoped. Before I could process my fear into resistance, my Danish delight pressed the head of his cock against my hole. He pressed firmly until his head was inside me. I moaned with delight and felt my cock spring to hardness, a flick of precum landing under my eye.

He grunted in his initial entry. His cock head was so big that I could feel it against my second ring. He then backed it out so the rim of his tip popped back out and then he pushed his cock back in, this time sinking at least 3” into me. I moaned like a whore and kissed him as he gyrated slowly, not pushing any more in, but still stretching my ass. Then another inch and the overwhelming fullness I felt from this giant cock caused my cock to cream. The first rope oozed out of my cock onto my stomach, the second flew out and landed on my forehead, the rest coated my chest. It was an impressive volume in my book, but I didn’t really look as my orgasm caused my ass to pull his cock deeper inside me.

Combined with his certain pressure, his cock sank deep into me. When I recovered from my first orgasm, he licked my cum off my face and pressed his case forward, entering me centimeter by centimeter until I had 10” of him in me. I didn’t think I could take any more in this position, but he knew better and was the patient top he needed to be. I writhed in pleasure the whole time and began to gyrate my hips to screw his cock deeper into me. This proved to be a mistake as he lost all control at my working his cock with my ass and he sank the rest of his cock into me without mercy, his balls slapping my ass.

The sound I made came from deep inside my body, I don’t think my vocal chords created it. No it was a grunt of physical pleasure that the rest of my body had joined in creating to express the feeling of ecstasy his thick cock had brought to my body. A full foot of man inside me and it was wonderfully thick, wearing my bubbly butt like a glove. His strong muscles held him firmly deep inside me, applying a constant and consistent pressure. I knew physically he couldn’t enter me any deeper, as his thighs were now smashed against my ass cheeks and myself to the firmness hidden under the mattress’s feathertop. This man had a huge cock and the wisdom to fuck me proper with it. I closed my eyes and felt another series of warm gushes, this set landed mostly on my stomach or streamed out. I realized that each spurt coincided with the pulse I felt in my ass, his pulse felt through his cock. Of course his cock had a pulse, it probably needed its own heart to maintain rigidness.

I felt a sudden moment of panic when he started to ease back. It was so slow I barely noticed, but suddenly I could see a substantial portion of his cock, even though I still felt so full. He took out 9” of his wondrous white shaft and then put all nine inches back into me with a hard, firm thrust that I expected to hurt in a good way, but just felt good instead. This started our frantic fuck. He put his hands on the underside of my thighs to bend me in half and gain the most access to my ass. Each time he plowed his cock into me, my ass received the full weight of his body, I moaned in ecstasy as he long-dicked me, taking out 8 to 10” of his cock before plunging back into my ass, knowing that I was in heaven.

Then it happened, I knew it would even though it shouldn’t, but I loved it so much that I didn’t care this time. His grunts gave way to a quick intake of air and I felt his balls move upward, then his cock grew another inch and flared in thickness, causing me to moan in a pitch I didn’t know I could reach. As I felt his cock pulsate every hot rope of his man juice into my wanting ass, I came again. This caused my ass to milk his cock even more and he somehow managed to get deeper into me as he flooded my ass with his cum. It felt like I had boiling oil inside me, being delivered by a hot pipe. The warmth ran through my body, coursing through my balls and cock before exploding in my brain. I wrapped my hands around his neck and picked myself up off the bed and slammed down onto the base of his cock as he stood. Taking advantage of the load inside me I bounced up and down his cock with reckless abandon , the cum came squirting out my ass, pressurized by his extreme fucking. He had gotten slightly softer, but he made sure my new position worked and he fucked the ever-living-jesus out of my ass. We crashed to the bed, his cock still inside me, but much softer, and we caught our breath.

It was a few moments before I could recall anything specific. He was massaging my ass and back, his cock still inside me, but quickly shrinking. He was saying soothing and sweet things in Danish, intermixed with English words like nice, ass, deep, great, and more. A shudder of delight ran though my body, ending where his connected to mine. It was then that I realized he was completely soft, but still had two inches of cock inside me and a few inches that I could see outside of my body. I giggled in joy at that though of it. He was nearly as long soft as I was hard. Even better was his soft thickness and his amazing cock head hadn’t been able to escape my ass. He was so big. I started getting hard again. He noticed and began to stroke it. I came before I could tell him and my cock jerked in his hand, which almost fully captured my softening cock.

Four orgasms wasn’t a record for me, but certainly never happened this quickly. He then moved as if he was going to get off the bed, but I reached back and put a hand behind his head and half twisted my mouth to his. I kissed him passionately and longingly and then began to slowly swirl my ass. I eased him back into me, till my ass pressed against his thighs and his cock, fully soft, was completely inside me.

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