Passion desire Lust

Dinner was a buffet served in the restaurant I had seen before. I gave the hostess my name and she seated me at a table for two and took my drink ordered. I sat there looking around and noticed Damon with his friends a few tables away. When he saw me he waved and I waved back, adding a smile. He was dressed in a dark suit with an open-neck ruby red shirt, handsome as ever. I was wearing a white and red summer dress that I had dug up from deep inside my closet. I don’t wear many summer clothes in Iceland, mostly sweaters and jeans.

When my wine arrived, I tried it and then got up to inspect the buffet. I teach yoga, and a lot of people think I am a health freak, I’m not. I took a plate and scooped up several spoons of a potato salad-looking thing. Then I added lettuce, tomatoes, and onions. Then I moved on to the warm food where I found ribs in a thick amazing smelling sauce, prime rib, and hamburgers. I added a bit of everything to my plate.

“I suppose you don’t teach healthy living.”

I turned and found Damon standing behind me. “No, I teach yoga.”

“Great, I’m a personal trainer, and taking this seminar will broaden my knowledge.”

“Cool. You are not eating?”

“I already ate; my buddies and I were here first. The reason I came over was to ask you if you wanted to come by the bar after you have eaten. My friends are going out, but I don’t feel like it.”

It took me about two seconds to decide. “Yeah, sure, I’ll meet you there.”

He left and I walked back to my table and began to eat. I was starving and went back for seconds. Then I had dessert and coffee. I needed time to plan my date. Was it a date, or just a friendly invitation to a drink that didn’t mean anything? I chewed on my cheesecake and pondered the question. He seemed nice enough, but so what? I was leaving in a week and then we would never see each other again. Was it worth the hotel to get to know him, and then in the end there was nothing. An imaginary little devil crawled up on my right shoulder and whispered. “Remember his cock, you want to try that.”

A little angel appeared on my other shoulder. “No you don’t. If you get horny you have your toy. Nothing good will come out of sleeping with him.

“Sleeping? Who’s talking about sleeping? You want him to fuck you hard and long,” said the devil.

I sat there and had this internal discussion for a while, and in the end, it was a draw. I decided to let destiny take over.

I found him sitting at a round table in one of the corners and when he saw me he stood and pulled out a chair.

“Did you have a pleasant dinner?”

I sat down and said, “Yes, very. Now I’m so full I don’t know if I can sleep.”

He chuckled and waved at a waitress who came over. I ordered a glass of white wine and he said he wanted the same.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“What’s the same? I asked.

“Long Island Iced tea, my favorite.”

“Strong stuff.”

“I’m a strong guy.”

I smiled at him. “You sure look like it.”

He told me he had several very rich clients that he saw three times a week. He also did some pro bono work in the poorer neighborhoods, helping obese people with their diets and exercises. I told him about my work back home and before I knew it was after midnight.

“I think it’s time for bed, Damon.”

“Yeah, you are right. It was nice talking to you.”

We got up and he paid the bill while I waited by the door. Then we crossed the lobby to the elevator and waited for it to arrive. I didn’t want the night to end now, I wanted more, but I didn’t want to seem to be easy.

In the elevator, he stood close to me, and his hand touched mine. I let my fingers brush him and he took my hand in his. Then he swung me around so I had my back against the wall. He kissed me hard and I responded by wrapping my arms around his neck, and my leg behind his. With a ping, the elevator door slid open and we came apart. He took my hand and almost ran down the corridor towards where I guessed his room was. Mine was the other way.

Fumbling with the key he finally got the door open and dragged me inside. I kicked the door closed and he lifted me like if I was a doll. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and he carried me over to the bed where I let go and fell on my back.

“I want you,” he said, his voice deeper.

“Take me.”

He lifted my dress and pulled down my panties, then he undid his belt and his pants dropped to the floor. When he pulled down his boxer shorts I gasped. He was bigger than my vibrator, and his cock was beautifully shaped with thick veins running over it and a dark red cock head. He grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders. He hadn’t even bothered to take off his jacket. When I felt his cock against my pussy and closed my eyes and then held my breath. He slowly pushed it against my lips a few times, like if he was testing the resistance. I was already wet; I had been since I had my first glass of wine with him.

“Be gentle,” I moaned.

“Sure, baby.”

Then he pushed into me, I had never felt anything like it. His cock filled me up completely, I felt like a pig on a spit. His cock was burning hot and harder than I thought was possible. For every inch he pushed inside me, my mouth opened wider, but there was no sound. I just gasped for air and he pushed further and further. My lips stretched and I whined once or twice before his groin was against mine. Then he stopped.

He licked and kissed my boobs and nibbled on my nipples. His hand slid under me, and down my back towards my ass. Then he grabbed hold of my ass cheeks and lifted me a little off the bed, and that’s when he began to fuck me, and god could he fuck. He pulled his cock out slowly until just the head was inside me and then he pushed inside even slower until my pussy got used to him. Once I had stopped gasping and closing my eyes, he increased his rhythm.

“Damon, don’t stop, keep going, fuck me with that monster cock, god you are big,” I almost screamed in his ear.

“You feel so good, just look at you taking all that cock inside you, you are such a good girl.”

My orgasm was building fast and I dug my nails into his back and met every thrust with my hips. When I came I swear I saw stars and there were fireworks in the room. He pulled out and jerked off, letting it rain down on me.

I lay there for a while, catching my breath, and praying my pussy would go back to its normal size. Right then it felt like you could park a Fiat in it.

“Are you OK? He said and kissed my cheek.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Your heart is beating like crazy.”

I giggled. “Maybe because I have never done something like this before?

“What? Fucking?”

“No, being with a guy who is, you know, as big as you.”

“Oh, yeah, well. I hope you liked it.”

I let my hand slide down between my legs. My lips were swollen and I was sore. “I’m fine, but I think my pussy is slightly damaged.”

He laughed and kissed me again. “I think you should go back to your room, and be careful no one sees you. We don’t want gossip.”

“OK,” I said, and rolled off the bed. I found my panties and put them on. Before I left I turned around and said. “I’ll see you for breakfast.”

“Good night.”