A HOT HOLIDAY IN EUROPE
39
Paris
Monday evening
I stopped at my local bar for what would be my final drink here. It had been a very welcoming place for an afternoon drink. After, I returned to my hotel and had a bit of a rest until it was time to go to dinner. I went to my favourite restaurant and, again, the food was excellent.
Back at my hotel room early, I had a look in my phone for messages. There were quite a few, which was flattering. The message that stood out, though, was from a good-looking black man in his mid-30s called Armand. I messaged him back and he replied with, 'I want to warn you that I don't have a big dick but I fuck hard to compensate!'
I loved his response and I had had enough big dicks this week anyway! When I told him where I was staying he advised that he could be there within an hour.
I showered and got ready for him and he messaged when he had reached the lobby. I went down to meet him. As we walked past the reception desk, the same girl was on duty who had smiled as I walked past with a previous visitor. She raised a knowing eyebrow and smiled again. I smiled back and she gave me an approving thumbs up. I don't know if Armand had noticed the exchange.
Armand was fine with riding in the elevator and started playing with my ass as we were squashed so close together in the tiny space. When we arrived in the room, he asked for a glass of water as he put his day pack down on a chair.
I got it for him and we sat and chatted for a while. He had been born in Paris and his parents were originally from Angola.
'I hope I will be the first Angolan to cum in you', he said, smiling. I nodded and he beamed. I liked his direct sense of humour.
He was an architect and doing very well, he said. He was casually but expensively dressed with a fine sense of fashion and colour. Finishing his glass of water, he got up out of his chair. He was quite tall, slim with very long legs and bald with a dark goatee beard. He looked great!
'Come here', he said, with his deep, resonant voice. Holding out his arms, he embraced me and held me close. His tongue explored my mouth while his wet lips kissed me slowly and tenderly. I felt instantly aroused.
'I think we should get out of these clothes', he said, as the kissing became more passionate. I was happy to agree with that. We undressed quickly down to our underpants. He was wearing bright red ones that looked hot on him. He had very little hair and his body was trim and lightly muscled. The bulge in his pants looked very enticing.
I knelt down and ran my tongue over the bulge in his underpants and then pulled them down. . A larger cock than I expected was revealed. It was at least seven and half inches and nicely thick with a big head on it.
'This is not a small cock!' I said, looking up at him.
'I just prefer guys to want me for me, not because they think I might have a big black cock.' Fair enough!
'I didn't lie about hard fucking you, though', he said, grinning evilly. 'You're really going to get it'. His words were thrilling and I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking it. It tasted nice with just a hint of precum. He steadied himself by holding onto my shoulders.
It was too thick to deep-throat in that position but he seemed to be enjoying it anyway. He had large balls and I worked on them with my tongue, too, making him squirm a little.
Then he picked me up, pulled my underpants down and placed me on my back on the bed. He picked up my cock and started sucking it, running his hands over my body and squeezing my nipples. Then he lifted my legs and got his tongue into my asshole. His goatee prickled against my cheeks and I enjoyed that feeling, too. He really knew what he was doing.
'Time to fuck you, I think', he said. He reached for the lube on the bedside table and, after using it on his cock and my hole, lifted my legs back again and pushed his thick cock into my hole. He groaned with pleasure straight away and started moving slowly but deeply. I could feel the hot head of his cock right up inside me and I heard myself starting to moan a little, too.
He fucked steadily for a while, leaning forward to kiss me deeply. It felt wonderful. I ran my hands over his chest and he asked me to squeeze his nipples hard, which I did.
Then he pulled his cock out of my hole and got me to turn over ass up. He rimmed me again briefly and then stuck his cock back into my hole and fucked a bit harder than before.
'This is really getting serious, now', he said, increasing speed. He fucked in long, hard strokes that almost knocked the wind out of me with each deep stroke. Then he suddenly pulled me off the bed and started fucking me standing up and bent over. He wrapped his arms tightly around my middle and really hammered his cock into me. I had nothing to brace myself against but he held me so strongly, it didn't matter.
In this position it felt like he was getting in extra deep and I couldn't help but gasp at the speed he was fucking me. At times, it was so strong he was lifting me off the floor and I'm not a light person! His cock felt like it was getting bigger and his breathing was heavier. Suddenly, I felt him cum deep inside me. He moaned quite loudly and gripped me harder around the middle as his cock shot more and more cum into me.
Then he relaxed his grip and pushed me forwards onto the bed and fell on top of me, gasping for breath. We lay like that for a couple of minutes and then he lifted himself off me. Turning me over onto my back, he climbed on top of me and kissed me very tenderly and sensuously. Finally, he rolled off and lay alongside me, holding my hand tightly.
'Are you OK?' he asked. 'That was a heavy fuck I gave you.'
'Yes, I'm fine', I said. 'I loved the hard fucking, especially standing up. I could really feel your cum shooting into me'.
'You would have felt that anyway', he said. "I shoot huge loads. There must be something wrong with me'.
'Most of us dream of shooting massive loads', I replied. 'We wouldn't see it as a problem'.
'They damn near kill me when it happens', he said. 'But I suppose if you have to go, that would be the best way to do it!'
We lay there chatting for a while afterwards and then he got up and had a shower. Coming out of the bathroom, he asked if he could see me again while I was in Paris, but I had to tell him that I was leaving in the morning. He looked genuinely unhappy about that.
'Well, at least we met. If you come back, please contact me again', he said. I told him I definitely would!
I went down with him to the lobby and saw him off. Then I went back to my room and started packing for my trip to Berlin tomorrow.
To be continued....
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