The American ~ True Story

The American ~ True Story

The American

True Story –  All is not what it seems

 


 

Good morning,

Before my story begins, let me just say this first, to my readers from across the pond, I mean no disrespect when I say many Americans will speak as if they own the biggest, have the best and know everything.

The American – All is not what it seems

A number of years ago I met an American guy (I will call him Joe”, he was contracted to work here in the UK. He was a good looking guy and loved to workout and lift weights. Are you getting the picture? This guy was as strong as an ox and as solid as steel. Joe could easily have been in one of those saucy calendars….

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Joe was a massive guy, his body not his cock thankfully and heavy too, so when he laid on top of me I struggled to breath. He grabs both of my hands and holds them above my head before forcing his cock into my v-jj and pounds away. He was a lazy F***, sorry for my language but thats all it was and very intimidating.

As he pounded away it was for his gratification only, his arms somehow where above my shoulders and he had moved my neck into a position where I couldn’t move. Then placing his hands on my head, he pulled himself back and forth as if my my head was an anchor.

I can’t move, i’m struggling to breath, my neck is under extreme pressure and at one point I thought it would snap. Luckily I didn’t have to wait too long before he had cum. Joe relaxes, his complete body weight on me and I find myself hitting him as hard as I can for him to move.

“Whats up” he says as he moves “I couldn’t  breath” as i’m gasping for air… He laughs and moves off my body then pulls me close to him again as if i’m a rag doll. Within seconds he’s fallen asleep and snoring.

I lay there as still as could be and questioning. Omg, what just happened, how the hell did I not see this coming… It was over now, I told myself, he had his fill at my expense and I would just have to put this down to experience and one that would never be repeated!

As you can all appreciate, we never saw each other again.

Another lesson learned, you can’t judge a book by its cover…

I think Joe was out to try and impress me with his stories of how much he was worth, what house he owned etc etc. Talk is cheap and boasting about your worth doesn’t do it for me but overlooking all his Privado, Joe was a gentleman and someone I kinda liked.

He had taken me out and wined and dined me on many occasions with a stolen kiss and hug here and there.

On this particular evening out amongst our conversation, he threw in the mix he would like to take us to the next level and spend a night together. He said he wanted it to be special and so much so that he wanted to book a nice hotel room for our first night together.

After spending so much time with Joe over the past weeks, it was inevitable that this relationship would advance to the next level. I knew Joe was a gentleman but I never expected this approach.

Looking directly into his eyes as I quickly analysed his request, he said what do you think? Then I heard my words utter “yes”, “it would be lovely to spend the night with you”. Joe’s face lit up at my answer, “leave it to me”, I will sort everything” he said.

A few days had gone by and Joe called me to tell me he had booked a room in a beautiful hotel for this coming Friday. My stomach started doing summersaults at the news.

It’s one thing for a relationship to move to the next level naturally but it’s something else when your first night together is planned. Your mind starts to race with all kinds of things, what if this, what if that…The pressure was on!

Friday had arrived and I was nervously excited as I packed my overnight bag. This would be the first time we would be intimately together. Joe had arranged for us to go out for a nice meal and a few drinks before we headed to the hotel for the evening.

I wanted our first night together to be special and memorable. With my black lace lingerie perfectly in situ and not forgetting the lace top stockings. I’d covered my finery with a silk slip and then a little back dress and polished it off with heels. It was enough, a timeless dress for any occasion. I was ready!

Joe arrived at the door smiling and wow coming at of his mouth as he looked me up and down, with roses dressed in a box with ribbons flowing, he knew how to impress a lady.

As we drove to the restaurant, Joe caught a glimpse of my stockings, “are you wearing stockings” he said ‘Yes’ i replied as I took his hand and placed it on top of my dress so he could feel my suspenders.

“We’re going to have a great night” he said as he squeezed my leg. This was the first time I had realised how strong Joe was. His squeeze was pretty damn firm.

Over our meal we talked and were flirtatiously teasing one another all in the build up for what was to come. Another glass of red was poured and I slipped off one shoe and placed my foot between his legs. I watched Joes facial expression change, he wasn’t quite sure what was between his legs at first until he took a peak. His face was truly a picture!

I think it’s time to leave he said with a smile, he paid the bill and we made our way to the carpark. A kiss and cuddle and then his hand traveled down my leg to feel my suspenders and whispering in my ear “damn girl you feel good” before we left.

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We arrived at the hotel, checked in and made our way to the room. Joe had arranged for a bucket of iced champagne to be waiting. A lovely surprise and I was in-need of a glass of something. Although I was happy to be there, I was extremely anxious. Joe put some music on through the TV and then popped the cork filling the glasses and proceeded to walk over to me with a glass.

As I took a sip of champagne his arms embraced me from behind, followed by kissed to my neck. I could feel his warm breath against my skin as his hands travelled slowly up and down the sides of my dress and exploring what I was wearing underneath.

I broke away and walked over to the table to place my glass down and as I turned around I could see Joe was very excited. His chinos were hugging his body and not leaving a lot to the imagination of what was inside.

“Come here” he demanded, as I walked back over to him, he turned me around and moved my hair as he unzipped my dress, It fell to the ground. I turned round to face him and I unbuttoned his shirt pulling it out from his trousers. His body was hard and rippled with muscle. A great vision but not the kind of body you can cuddle up to.

Joe takes my shoe string straps of my black silk slip and slides them both off my shoulders at the same time. Again my slip fall to the ground and exposing my black lace lingerie. “Stand back” Joe demands, “I want to look at you” nervously I step backwards and I can see his eyes in deep exploration.

After he had finished staring at me, he stepped forward and picked me up as if I was as light as a feather and placed me on the huge bed.

The scene had been staged for romance but that wasn’t what was happening between us…

Joe stepped back from the bed, he proceeded to undress as if he was on a mission, until he was naked and all the time his eyes were intently fixated and engaged with mine. It was somewhat unnerving.

Jumping on the bed beside me Joe effortlessly pulled me close and started to kiss me and with one hand, he unclasped my bra and then pulled at my bra removing it from my body.

It was one of those times when you knew the chemistry wasn’t their and the little man in your head is telling you this isn’t working and you’re in a situation that you just have to see it through.

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Pushing me so I’m now laid on my back Joe straddles me. His hands rub over my boobs, I have to tell him to be gentle with me but he doesn’t listen and I can see the animal inside him raging to come out.

His kisses are firm and determined as they connect with my body. He shuffles his body down mine and sits up, grabs my panties and rips them off my body in away thats painful. Oooouch I yell and his hand covers my mouth and tells me shush.

My mind is now racing, I’m not into this and my body isn’t responding to his touch and i’m feeling worried, but i’m too scared to say anything. Rationally, I tell myself to just accept the situation and hopefully it will be over soon.

Joe pushes his finger into my v-jj, pulls it out and lifts it to his mouth and then sucks his finger, “girl you taste good” he states. Gingerly I return a smile.

Instantly his head his between my legs and his tongue is doing the tangos all around my v-jj as if he can’t decide where to play and yes there were moments of pleasure but it didn’t last long enough to have an effect.

Joe was a massive guy, his body not his cock thankfully and heavy too, so when he laid on top of me I struggled to breath. He grabs both of my hands and holds them above my head before forcing his cock into my v-jj and pounds away. He was a lazy F***, sorry for my language but thats all it was and very intimidating.

As he pounded away it was for his gratification only, his arms somehow where above my shoulders and he had moved my neck into a position where I couldn’t move. Then placing his hands on my head, he pulled himself back and forth as if my my head was an anchor.

I can’t move, i’m struggling to breath, my neck is under extreme pressure and at one point I thought it would snap. Luckily I didn’t have to wait too long before he had cum. Joe relaxes, his complete body weight on me and I find myself hitting him as hard as I can for him to move.

“Whats up” he says as he moves “I couldn’t  breath” as i’m gasping for air… He laughs and moves off my body then pulls me close to him again as if i’m a rag doll. Within seconds he’s fallen asleep and snoring.

I lay there as still as could be and questioning. Omg, what just happened, how the hell did I not see this coming… It was over now, I told myself, he had his fill at my expense and I would just have to put this down to experience and one that would never be repeated!

As you can all appreciate, we never saw each other again.

Another lesson learned, you can’t judge a book by its cover…

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