A HOT TRIP TO EUROPE - PART 44
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Tuesday
Amsterdam to The Hague
I didn't wake up until 8am. Lying in bed, I remembered that there were unanswered messages from guys in my phone from last night so I decided to check them out before getting up. There were even more messages now since last night.
One that stood out was from a good-looking black guy called George in The Hague.
'You need a big black cock fucking that gorgeous ass', said his message. A picture of his big black cock had me instantly agreeing! His message was from last night but, with luck, he might still be available. I messaged back and told him my ass agreed with him.
He replied immediately and asked if I could meet him in The Hague today. It wasn't far, so I agreed.
'How big a slut are you?' he asked. 'I might be able to get another guy to fuck you as well and he's a real cum factory'.
I agreed I was probably a big enough slut to take him on, too!
'There is a train at midday from Amsterdam that will get you to The Hague about 1pm', he said. 'I'll meet you at the Starbucks in the station'.
As the Van Gogh Museum near my hotel opened at 9am, there was time to go there for a couple of hours before catching the train to The Hague. I got up, showered and had breakfast and headed off to the museum.
At 11am, I came out of the museum and took a tram to Centraal Station and got on the train to go to The Hague where it arrived on time. The modern station was quite busy but the Starbucks was easy to find. George was waiting outside and smiled when he saw me. He was taller than I expected.
'Come, we will take the tram', he said, with an American accent. We went up the escalator to the tram stop on the upper level.
When we were seated in the tram, George explained that he was from Chicago and had been working in The Hague for 18 months. He still had 6 months to go before he was due to return to the USA. He didn't say what sort of work he was doing so I felt it might be nosy of me to ask.
We got off the tram after 10 minutes and George pointed out the stop where I would take the tram back to the station afterwards. It was only a short walk to his apartment block from there.
Inside the apartment building's lobby, it was clear that the painters were in as there were cans of paint and other items grouped on the floor near the elevators. The smell of fresh paint was quite strong. We went up to the third floor and into George's apartment.
It was small, nicely furnished and he had interesting photos of people and posters from art exhibitions on the walls. He offered me a coffee, which I was glad to have and we settled down on his sofa which faced the television. A large ginger cat was sleeping in the window in the sun.
He asked about my travels and I explained where I'd been and that my trip was almost at an end.
'How many guys have fucked you?' he asked, grinning. 'Sorry, I'm a bit of a voyeur'.
'I've had some really good times', I said, not quite sure what else to say.
'Details, I want details', he said, rubbing his hands together. I stopped to think about that and the painting equipment downstairs in his lobby reminded me of the group fuck in Milan in the apartment being renovated. I told him about it and he kept asking for more detail about the guys and what they did to me. He really was a voyeur!
'Now it's my turn', he said, smiling, and pulled me to him and kissed me. He was a very nice kisser and took his time. There was a warmth coming from him that was very arousing. After a few moments, he stopped kissing me, swallowed the last of his coffee and stood up.
'Come', he said, 'let's go into the bedroom'. It occurred to me that he hadn't said a word about another guy possibly joining us, as he had mentioned earlier in his message.
He started undressing and pointed to a chair where I could put my clothes. I undressed as well.
'Hope this is big enough for you', he said, pointing his cock at me. It was a thick seven and a half inches with a big head on it.
'Oh, yes', I said, and I meant it.
'Kneel on the bed and let me worship that ass of yours', he said. I did as he asked and he got down behind me, pulled my cheeks open wide and I felt his hot tongue on my hole.
He was very good at rimming, licking and chewing at my hole, pulling it open and blowing air into it. He had me gasping at the feeling, it was so good.
He kept it up for about ten minutes, playing with my cock and balls at the same time as well. Then he got me to lie on my back and he got on top in a 69 position and offered me his cock to suck while he sucked mine.
His cock was thick and not easy to take deeply into my mouth in that position but I certainly gave the head a good sucking. He seemed to be enjoying it as I heard him groan a few times. Then he suddenly turned me over so that I was on top of him and we continued in the 69. Being on top made it easier to deep throat him and I managed to get his cock right down my throat and even lick his balls at the same time. That certainly got him groaning!
'Oh, fuck, stop!' he said after a few minutes, pulling his cock out of my mouth. 'You'll have me cumming if you keep that up'.
'Better fuck me then', I said, grinning.
'You're on', he said, reaching for some lube. 'On your back first?'
He put his lube on my hole as well as on his cock and then pushed my legs back hard against my body. He rubbed his cock head back and forth on my hole and then suddenly shoved it in. The heat and thickness made me gasp and he hesitated.
'I'm fine', I said. 'Go for it'.
He pushed the rest of his cock right in up to his balls. I could feel his coarse pubic hair right up against me. He started moving it inside me. It really felt good and, looking up at this hot black man enjoying being in my ass was very exciting.
'Mmmm, you feel good', he said, half closing his eyes and picking up speed. I used my ass muscles to grip his cock as he pulled outwards.
'Jesus, don't do too much of that or it will be all over', he said, arching his back. I relaxed my ass muscles.
'Definitely do that when I'm cumming, though', he said. 'I'll tell you when'.
He continued fucking steadily, building up a good rhythm that felt really hot for me, too. I ran my hands over his chest and played with his nipples.
'Squeeze them hard', he said and I did as he asked.
After about ten minutes of steady fucking on my back, he got me to turn over into the doggie position and shoved his cock right up me again and began fucking a bit faster. The feeling of the hot head on his cock reaching deep right up inside me was awesome.
'Can you take it harder?' he asked. 'I think I need to go harder into you'.
'Yes, I'll be fine', I said and he gripped my hips and started pounding me much harder. I could hear him muttering as he fucked. The words were indistinct but it sounded kind of hot anyway.
'I have to cum', he said, urgently, and started fucking even harder. I gripped his cock with my ass muscles each time he withdrew before slamming it back into me. I heard him groaning with each thrust. Then he stopped moving, groaned loudly and I could feel his cum shooting strongly inside me.
Then he pulled out and signalled that I should suck his cock. There was still cum oozing out of it. It looked all wet and shiny from being in my hole and he shoved it down my throat and groaned loudly. The head must have been super sensitive at that point. I sucked greedily and he steadied himself by holding onto my shoulders. His cum tasted really good.
Then he threw himself down on the bed next to me and grinned.
'That was hot', he said, 'especially when you gripped my cock with your ass. I nearly shot my load when you first did that'.
He lay there getting his breath back, gently playing with my cock as well.
'How's your hole feeling?' he said. 'Can you feel the cum I shot into you?'
I told him I could feel the heat from his cum now spreading through my lower body and that I was holding my muscles tight down there to stop it leaking out.
'Great!' he said. 'Can you manage being fucked again if I can get the guy to come and do it?'
'Sure', I said, intrigued.
'Wait here and keep that cum inside you', he said, getting up and reaching for a T shirt and track pants that were draped over a chair next to the bed. I didn't see him put any shoes on and when he left the bedroom, I then heard the front door to his apartment open and shut behind him.
Lying there naked alone with cum leaking out of my well-fucked asshole, I now wondered what else I was in for. It wouldn't be long before I found out!
To be continued....
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