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Straight Male / 52
A Quickie In Paris Is All It Took
I flew into Paris late, and had to wait a day to fly home. I went to a hotel at the airport and checked in. They had a small food stand and I went down to get a bite. A lady was at a small table and I asked if I could join her. We didn't speak for a few minutes but I asked a couple of questions and she broke down. Like me she had a layover. She had flown in from Algiers. She was a lawyer and her next stop was Washington DC.
Luck sometimes plays into your hands. A few drinks later we went up to her room. These rooms are small, but the bed is a bed and we got on the bed and stripped down to our birthday suits. She welcomed me on top and gave herself up willingly and completely. It was a 'good fuck'.
After getting dressed again I said goodnight and headed for my room. A few minutes after I got to my room she called and said it was a waste not going another round. Back to her room, this time she went straight for the kill, got my zipper down and gave me a hard won blowjob. Again, when it came time to fuck she let herself go and did her best to get off. I got out of her, and spent some time with my mouth on her snatch until she got off with a hard kick. She held off for me to fuck, so I did what I had to do which was to pin her down. She fought back, but it wasn't any use. By the time I got done she was whimpering in the pillow.
I didn't go back to my room. She fell asleep after a while, and we woke up to a wake up call. She called me a pig, for doing what I had done. I called her a bitch for refusing to go along. I went to my room for a shower and to get dressed and met up with her in the lobby to catch the bus to the terminal and the ride home.
A day after we were back in the States she called and wanted to know why I hadn't called her. The following weekend she came down to see what kind of house I had. She went around the house, criticizing this and that. But she said that she would move, but I had to buy her another house. Before she left for DC, she wanted to lock things down, and we went downtown and got married. Less than a week after we met in the Paris hotel.
I heard it more than once, she had never done anything like this and I owed her because I had taken her by force. The house she picked was not my style, but what the fuck, it shut her up. She told me that she was 39 and wanted to try for a kid, because she had worked all her life and had never had the time to get that done. Her days are filled with things to do, she has a cleaning service and a daytime nanny to help with the kid. She's learning to cook, another thing she never had time for. As for sex, she 'does' it, but taking in in her mouth is something she refuses to do. And anyway, I forced her to do that in Paris too.
Luck sometimes plays into your hands. A few drinks later we went up to her room. These rooms are small, but the bed is a bed and we got on the bed and stripped down to our birthday suits. She welcomed me on top and gave herself up willingly and completely. It was a 'good fuck'.
After getting dressed again I said goodnight and headed for my room. A few minutes after I got to my room she called and said it was a waste not going another round. Back to her room, this time she went straight for the kill, got my zipper down and gave me a hard won blowjob. Again, when it came time to fuck she let herself go and did her best to get off. I got out of her, and spent some time with my mouth on her snatch until she got off with a hard kick. She held off for me to fuck, so I did what I had to do which was to pin her down. She fought back, but it wasn't any use. By the time I got done she was whimpering in the pillow.
I didn't go back to my room. She fell asleep after a while, and we woke up to a wake up call. She called me a pig, for doing what I had done. I called her a bitch for refusing to go along. I went to my room for a shower and to get dressed and met up with her in the lobby to catch the bus to the terminal and the ride home.
A day after we were back in the States she called and wanted to know why I hadn't called her. The following weekend she came down to see what kind of house I had. She went around the house, criticizing this and that. But she said that she would move, but I had to buy her another house. Before she left for DC, she wanted to lock things down, and we went downtown and got married. Less than a week after we met in the Paris hotel.
I heard it more than once, she had never done anything like this and I owed her because I had taken her by force. The house she picked was not my style, but what the fuck, it shut her up. She told me that she was 39 and wanted to try for a kid, because she had worked all her life and had never had the time to get that done. Her days are filled with things to do, she has a cleaning service and a daytime nanny to help with the kid. She's learning to cook, another thing she never had time for. As for sex, she 'does' it, but taking in in her mouth is something she refuses to do. And anyway, I forced her to do that in Paris too.
