Holland Has The Best

In my mid forties I was the lead negotiator for a company on the march. I was in Rotterdam speaking to bankers to put together a sum commitment for a takeover of a French competitor. The night in question, I was alone at the hotel bar nursing a glass of whiskey. A Russian hooker kept trying to get my attention.

A man who had been at a table came up to the bar and sat beside me. After ordering a Cognac he put his hand on my leg and let me know he could be much more fun than the hooker. A man's warm hand on my leg drove my cock into arousal. His hand slid up until I could feel his hand with my cock. I was unable to contain an erection.

Enthused by my response the man patted my back and whispered a room number in my ear and left. After a few minutes I followed upstairs. The man was obviously experienced, he was dressed in thin pink panties, his cock held tight between his legs. His legs and arms, chest and belly heavy with hair, his nipples hard. The kiss was hot, his tongue hot between my lips, his strong hands holding me against him.

He dropped my pants sucked on my cock, fingering my ass. In no time he had me stretched out on the bed, totally naked, he let his cock fly out from between his legs, a magnificent thing, thick, hard, big head, just the thought of his cock up my ass was enough to make the night worthwhile. After letting me love on his cock for a while he pushed me onto my back and getting set between my legs he worked his cock slowly into my ass.

My cock went from hard to soft, leaking cum while he pounded his cock in and out. In a daze I felt him unload deep in me, pull out, suck my cock. After a long hot kiss he dressed and left his bill and a bank address to wire the money.

He was right, he was better than the Russian hooker, more expensive but better.