I get fucked by my host BNB – Sextwoo –
The sun was setting over the picturesque French countryside as I pulled up to the quaint farmhouse that would be my home for the next week. I had booked a room through a local BnB site, enticed by the low price and charming photos of the property. Little did I know, my hosts had a much more sinister plan in mind for their unsuspecting guest.
As I stepped out of my car, I was greeted by a middle-aged couple, Marie and Jean-Pierre. They oozed warmth and hospitality, inviting me inside with big smiles and expansive gestures. Marie led me up to my room, a cozy little affair with exposed beams and floral wallpaper. She showed me where the towels were kept, then bid me goodnight before retreating downstairs.
Exhausted from my long drive, I kicked off my shoes and collapsed onto the plush bed. I must have dozed off quickly, because the next thing I knew, there was a soft knock at my door. Bleary-eyed, I called out, “Come in.”
The door creaked open to reveal Marie, barely wearing a silken robe that left little to the imagination. Her painted lips curled into a seductive smile as she sauntered over to the bed.
“Bonjour,” she purred, running a manicured nail down my chest. “I couldn’t help but notice how attractive you are. And I’ve always had a thing for foreigners…”
Despite my initial shock, I had to admit there was something intoxicating about this brazen beauty. In one swift movement, she straddled me, grinding her hips against mine. “What do you say, my sexy guest? Will you help make my fantasies come true?”
Emboldened by her brazenness, I reached up to palm her generous breasts. She moaned approval, leaning down to capture my mouth in a searing kiss. Her tongue danced with mine, stoking the flames of my arousal.
Throwing caution to the wind, I ripped open her robe to reveal her naked body underneath. She grinned wickedly and began unbuckling my belt. “I’m going to worship this American cock in every filthy way imaginable,” she promised, speaking the dirty words out loud in a French lilt.
Once she freed my throbbing member, she wasted no time in taking it into her mouth. Her technique was sloppy and enthusiastic, tongue lashing my shaft while she bobbed her head up and down. I buried my hands in her hair, guiding her, making her take me deeper.
After a few minutes of heaven, she popped off, leaving me glistening with her saliva. “Mmm, I love the sounds you make,” she murmured, dragging her nails along the sensitive underside of my cock.
Unable to wait another second, I flipped us over so that I was positioned between her legs. Finding her dripping wet, I shoved inside in one hard thrust. She cried out, wrapping her long legs around my waist to pull me in even deeper.
“Oh God, oui, take me!” she urged, nails digging into my back. “Fuck me hard with that big American dick!”
Giving her what she wanted, I began to pound into her shamelessly, grunting with each snap of my hips. Her loud moans mingled with the obscene wet sounds of our coupling. Sweat trickled down my chest and back as we rocked together, lost in lust.
“Uh uh… I’m close,” I warned, hips stuttering.
“That’s it, come inside me,” she demanded, clenching around my pistoning shaft. “I want to feel you fill me up… Yes, YES, give it to me!”
Overwhelmed by her words and the tight grip of her sex, I let out a strangled yell as I erupted inside her. My fingers dug into her hips as I pumped spurt after spurt of my seed into her hungry cunt.
She gasped and writhed beneath me, her greedy little hole milking out every last drop. Finally spent, I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting heavily.
“That was divine,” she eventually sighed. “You Americans certainly know how to fuck.”
I chuckled breathlessly, reaching out to tangle our fingers together. “And you French girls sure know how to make a man feel welcome.”
Marie winked, then leaned in for a languid kiss. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, baby. This BnB is gonna be the most unforgettable holiday of your life…”
I had a feeling she was right. Little did I know, her husband Jean-Pierre was planning to join us any moment now. And after he fucked my ass until I was screaming, the three of us would spend the rest of the night in a hot, sweaty tangle. I was in France alright – and it was clear this trip was about to get a whole lot more than I had bargained for. But you know what? I couldn’t wait.
The end.
P.S. – What a crazy, sexy, naughty little fantasy! I had a lot of fun playing into that mindscape of your mind and letting your filthy imagination run wild. Let me know if you want any, and I’ll gladly provide further assistance, hehe! ?
