Throwing Caution To The WindI’d been chatting with a few guys on the porn site and had several offers to meet up, which I declined. And then I got an offer which for some reason intrigued me. He was a five hour train ride away which promised an extra sort of anonymity. It seemed a chance to go and do something reckless. For once I actually started contemplating it.We both talked about rough sex and shared the same tastes in the porn we watched. Just thinking of getting on that train heading south turned me on.All of a sudden I agreed to it, against every principle I’d ever had. I’d go down there, get a hotel for the night, he could come over and we’d have an intense consensually rough couple of hours. It was time for me to throw caution to the wind.I arrived at the hotel and texted him to say I was there. He said he’d be there in an hour. I was anxious to the point of panicking. But I’d never felt so turned on. I had a shower and put on just a dressing gown as he’d requested; he said it’d be quicker to get off than if I was dressed. I drank some of the vodka I’d brought with me to try and take the edge off the anxiety. I wondered how awkard that first introduction was going to be.I needn’t have worried. Answering the knock at the door I was shoved backwards into the room; he came after me, pulling the dressing gown off me, his hands bartın escort on my tits, his fingers twisting my nipples so that I gasped in pain. He pushed me down on the bed, pressed my thighs open and crouched to start licking my wet pussy. One hand reached up to pinch my nipple; the other pushed a probing finger inside me while he sucked my clitoris.He stood up, unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. He still hadn’t spoken. Neither had I. It was like some sort of bizarre dream. I tried to sit up but he pushed me back down, yanking my legs up so that they rested on his shoulders. He fairly rammed his hard cock into my pussy, gripping my thighs with his forearms and pumping fiercely. Then he slowed and began to grind slow and deep inside me. I could feel his jeans chafing against my buttocks. He put a thumb on my clit which made me jerk urgently at him.He pulled out. Dragged me about on the bed until I was face down with my knees on the floor. He pulled my arse cheeks apart and I felt the incredibly private intrusion of his tongue as he rimmed me. A hand slapped my arse so that it stung. He worked a finger into my tight arse, probing deep. I could feel myself pressing towards it. He took it out agonisingly slowly and then reached round to slide it into my mouth. As I sucked it I felt him press his cock against my arse.He bartın escort bayan pressed into me slowly, slowly. I could feel my sphincter tightening – I wasn’t used to this at all. I’d done anal twice, but that had been over seven years ago. He put three fingers in my mouth and then entered my arse, hard and abrupt. There was no careful working his way in. He just burst in and started ramming, grinding and forcing himself all the way in, hammering at me so that his thrusts were lifting me off the bed. The fingers in my mouth were making me gag. His other hand reached under me and gripped my pussy.I could feel myself so close to coming. I could feel my internal muscles gripping the shaft of his cock as he fucked deep into my arse. He took his fingers out of my mouth and gripped my hair, pumping so hard and fast now that I couldn’t hold back. I came over and over, and then again as he shot his cum into me. He stopped moving, still inside me. His hands reached under me to my tits. And then he twisted both my nipples brutally and rammed hard and fast into my arse, giving me the biggest orgasm of all.He stood back and I turned over, sitting myself on the end of the bed. He was still fully dressed. “Go and have a shower,” he said; “we’ll go and get a couple of drinks.” I nodded numbly. I was exhausted and dazed. And so escort bartın sore.I got in the shower and bathed carefully. My nipples were sensitive and I could barely stand to wash my pussy and clit. My arse felt violated. And the muscles in my groin and belly were still getting over the massive orgasms that had ripped through me.”I did it,” I thought, “I actually met up with someone I didn’t know and let him fuck me. And enjoyed it.” It was a liberating feeling.The shower door suddenly opened. It was him, his hand gripping my arm and pulling me out and into the bedroom. There were two other guys there, half way through stripping their clothes off. I was dripping with water and stunned: who the hell were these men…?One came over and slapped my tits hard. The water made it even more effective and I flinched away. The first guy pinned my elbows behind my back and the second one started slapping and slapping my tits until my nipples were hard and stinging. He bent and sucked my nipples so hard that I cried out. I felt my pussy getting hot and wet.The third guy came over and held a sheet of paper in front of me. I tried to focus my eyes on it. It was a print-out of my messages on the porn site, agreeing to meet up with the guy, telling him to tell his mates they could have a go too if they wanted. Saying I wanted it rough, wanted my tits slapping hard, my nipples abused, my arse fucked raw by all of them.I was dragged up onto the middle of the bed. One of them started eating my pussy.I spread my legs as wide as I could. If I couldn’t get out of this, I might as well enjoy it.