My fantasies are to be used like a dirty little whore, and while my thoughts on losing my virginity never came close to how it happened, the point is it happened and my fantasies aligned with my reality.
Hey there! My name is Jessica, and I am 18 years old. I am 5'7 and weigh 140 pounds. I am nice and thick in all the right places. I have perky 36dd’s breast with pink puffy nipples and a nice, firm, round bubble butt that kick off a pair of long, slender, legs. I have been told that I have a killer smile with a gorgeous sparkling green eye, with dark brown hair that flows halfway down my back. I work out, so although I am thick, I am muscular thick. I am a nerd, graduated with a 4.0 GPA, and spent most of high school hiding my body because I was always insecure about my body. Everyone seemed to be taller, skinnier, fitter, etc. Until the beginning of this summer, I was a virgin. I had planned on having sex with my boyfriend the night we graduated, but I found out that he was fucking my best friend for who knows how long, so I backed out, and he broke up with me. Remember I said I was nerdy? That is true, but I am also a closet smut reader. I love reading sex stories, and the raunchier, the better. The things that get me off might make others squirm. My inner being is a kinky little whore. I have fantasies of being used like a cum slut, double penetrated, used to get you off, and good for nothing else. These thoughts are what make me double-click my mouse and make myself have the most intense orgasms ever. I love reading both erotic books and shorter stories I find on these smut websites online.
I planned a trip with my ex to Barcelona, Spain for two weeks, but after the breakup, I decided to swap our regular tickets out for a first-class ticket. That was probably mistake number one, going to a strange country by myself, and mistake number two, was playing mind fuck games with myself on the plane to kill time because a 15+ hour flight is boring with a capital B. By that, I mean that I had loaded my tablet with loads of Erotica before I left because it's not like anyone would know I was reading smut in public. I get off on words, and sometimes I can make myself cum without even touching myself, and that was the game I was playing on the plane when it became too overwhelming. I was reading a raunchy story about a stripper who was working at a bachelor party, and she decided to take extras on the side. What that consisted of with her was fucking the groom and his best man, at the same time. I know it is just a story, but I find myself envious of this fictional character who is getting double stuffed, with what the story leads us to believe are big cocks. The more I read, the more I get turned on, so I slyly started masturbating under the blanket I was using as a barrier to prying eyes. It started with me running my fingers over the soft fabric of my panties before shoving my panties between my pussy lips. I could feel my panties getting wet and fast. At that point, I decided to take it a step further and slide a finger into my tight juicy pussy, but only to the first knuckle; I started running my fingertips over my clit in a slow, circular motion. With the deliberate strokes of my fingers, I find a low moan escape my lips. At least, I thought it was soft, but apparently, it wasn't because when I looked around the plane, a tall, dark, and handsome stranger was looking directly at me, and he was holding my stare.
I freeze and let panic take over. I started to overthink, got a little nervous so I find myself getting up quickly and rushed to the bathroom, but in my haste, I forgot to lock the door behind me, and I only realized it once the door opened and this sexy stranger stepped into the bathroom and closed and locked the door behind him. At that point, I realized two things: I had no intention of telling him to get because I found myself wanting to be used by him. So, I just held his stare for longer than I should have as he pushed me up against the sink and forced me to turn around. The next thing I knew, I felt my panties being slid to the side as he sinks 3 fingers deep inside my pussy. Before I could even think to tell him I was a virgin, he said I know and continued his assault on my pussy. After a solid minute or two he withdraws his fingers and I hear a zipper unzip. He places his hand on the small of my back and forces me to bend over a little bit as he grabs my hips and pulls them back towards him. I feel what I assumed to be the slick, helmet of his stiff cock part my pussy lips. The next thing I know I feel the him start to slide into me and this sensation, pressure that feels so good and takes me by surprise. It took a minute or two for him to work his way inside me, and I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt because it hurt like hell. Still, I found myself loving the pain and an animalistic instinct took over, and eventually, the pain subsided, and pleasure took over. I heard myself begging him to go deeper. At this point he is still letting me adjust to the size of his cock and just when I think I cannot take anymore I feel him start to pull back and withdrawal to where all I feel is just the tip, it’s at that point he asks me if I am ready and all I mumble is a yes before he rams his cock back inside of me with such force that it pushes me back up against the sink. The sensation is unlike anything I ever felt before and I want more of it. I beg him to give me more, to show me what it feels like and to go faster and harder. He kept telling me how good my wet pussy feels stretched out around his cock, how he could feel my pussy juices dripping down his shaft onto his balls and that he has never been inside such a juicy pussy before. He slows his strokes and started to hit the spot inside me that had me wanting to explode; as I said, that's it, it feels so good, he kept making slow, intricate strokes over and over, and I felt my pussy walls clinch up and felt my orgasm hit hard, it started with shaky legs, a surge of electricity going through my body to where I couldn't stand. He had to hold me up with his arm wrapped around my waist. This feeling is so unknown to me. It hit different then when I give myself an orgasm, almost more fulfilling.
It took me a minute to gain my composure, and I had to tell him to stop because I couldn't deal with the sensation anymore, and it was at that point that he pulled his cock out of my pussy with such force it made a plop sound once it popped out and he forced me to my knees. I always left my ex satisfied with my head game, so this would be fun for me, or so I thought. Unfortunately, my ex did not have a dominant bone in his body, but he got off acting like a dick, so he liked grabbing my head and forcing my mouth down on his cock, and I hated when he did it because he was a fake, and it didn’t feel good. So here I am with this stranger's cock buried in my mouth when I find him putting both hands on my head as he starts to fuck my face and all I can do is roll my eyes because past experiences being what they are. The feeling is so different from when my ex did it. With both hands on my head, gripping my hair tight, he starts to fuck my face and force his cock deeper down my throat. I am choking and can barely breathe, and just when I think I cannot stand it anymore, he tightens his grip on my hair and forces his whole throbbing shaft down my throat, all the while calling me a worthless whore and, at that moment I feel hot spurts of cum hit the back of my throat, down my throat. It tastes so good that I find myself sucking, hoping to get more. I felt empty once he withdrew his cock from my mouth and all I could do was sit with my knees at his feet, and there was something at that moment that made me feel so small, but the domineering look on his face made me feel a sense of peace within me. He calls me a good little whore, helps me up off my knees, tells me to fix my hair before putting his still hard cock away and walking out of the bathroom.
I waited a few minutes to walk out because I didn't want to look suspicious, but no one was even looking when I walked out of the bathroom. So I go back to my seat, and at some point, I must have dozed off because the next thing I know is I am being woken up by a flight attendant telling me it's time to exit the plane. As I gather my things up, I see a business card on the seat next to me with the words "call me" written on it with a sharpie. Curious, I put it in my bag and de-boarded the plane.
If this is how my trip to Spain starts, I can only imagine how it can get any better.
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