TJ -- Tri State Male Slut

I frequently don’t have an opportunity to play much when I am in London in business. Often, I am there just a few days and barely have time to get over my jet lag before I am hopping a plane home. I am also usually working ten hrs a day the entire time. On this latest trip, however, I was there almost two weeks and finally had time to make some new friends.

One evening after work, I was taking the tube back to my hotel on Great Russell Street near the British Museum. As the train approached my stop, I stood up and spied a gorgeous woman in the next car. She was about 22 years old, tall, thin with a long wavy mane of chestnut colored hair. She was just beautiful. As I stood there daydreaming, waiting for the train doors to open, I could not decide if she was a swimsuit model or volleyball player. My reverie ended when the doors opened and she headed up the escalator and towards the street --- only about 5 feet in front of me.

When we reached the exit, we turned and began heading the same direction down the street. Just as I was about to launch into another fantasy about this sexy young woman, there was a terrible car accident just 50 feet in front of us. All of the nearby pedestrians stooped in their tracks. We were simply stunned and milled about the street chatting with one another, trying to piece together just how the awful events we had witnessed had transpired. Fortunately, I was able to begin a conversation with the beauty I had been eyeing. She had an incredibly sexy French accent, which damn near had me cream my pants. Her name was Agnes (pronounced An-yes) and she was from Paris, going to school in London for a year.

As the scene around us quieted, we began to walk together and talk a bit more personally---although her limited English (and my complete lack of French) made this challenging at times. It was clear that there was immediately some chemistry there. Before long she started telling me how nice it was to meet me with a long and very deliberate gaze. Apparently, she found English men cold (and consequently had not met any men she to go out with) but had a definite attraction to American men. I tried to I tried to get her to have a drink with me, but apparently she was headed to work as a night desk clerk at a B&B near Russell Square. She quickly offered me her address (which surprised me---women just don’t do that here anymore for obvious reasons) and phone number and asked me to call her soon. Better yet she insisted---just drop by anytime. I planned to do so almost immediately.

The next evening, I bought a bottle of wine and headed off to see my French beauty. I offered my name through the awful shriek of an obviously damaged intercom and was buzzed up. When I got to the door, however, it was not Agnes who answered, but rather her roommate--Nadine. I was a bit flustered, since Agnes hadn’t mentioned she had a roomie---but she obviously had told Nadine all about me. Nadine was just 22 and was also a student from France. She was only about 5ft tall and quite petite with a short blonde cut and very fair skin—but had a quiet sexiness about her. The only difficulty was that she had even less English that Agnes and a much thicker accent. Somehow she conveyed that Agnes would not be home for some time, but invited me to sit and chat. We sat in her kitchen, and I opened the wine as she lit some candles.

Before long we kissed deeply and our tongues were dancing eagerly. I pulled and tugged at her clothes – undressing her quickly and sitting her up on her kitchen table. I was hungry to taste her hot shaved pussy and buried my face between her legs. I rested her legs on top of my shoulders and spread her wide open, running my tongue up and down her hot wet slit and then teasing, licking and sucking her clit. She was moaning loudly and mumbling French phrases (damn I wish I knew what she was saying) quietly to herself as she creamed my face a few times. Finally, I stood up, rolled on a condom, pulled her legs up over my arms and pressed myself into her tight hot box. As I eased myself deeper and deeper into her she grunted and groaned and muttered “no, no, no” over and over. Now, when I hear the word “no” from a woman I make it a rule to stop. I gently started to ease myself out of her when she suddenly grabbed my ass with her hands and pulled me back deep inside her hungrily---while she moaned and groaned and mumbled. Somehow, that made me crazier than ever. I began fucking her in long smooth forceful strokes—gradually increasing in speed and force---until I was pounding her pretty mound to a fever pitch. She came another time or two during that marathon fuckfest and now I wanted to lose my nut deep in her. I picked her up, wrapped her legs around me, and started fucking her standing up---sliding her tiny body up and down my pole . Her eyes widened and she yelped loudly, I could tell she liked me tossing her around like a rag doll---using her like an adorable fuck doll. I grunted loudly as I finally came deep inside her, while she pulled herself even more closely around me (Shakespeare called this the “beast with two backs” in one of his plays). We stayed that way for a bit and finally I lowered her to the ground. We both freshened up and had some water and sat quietly in her living room. Suddenly she seemed too quiet, though, and perhaps even a bit uncomfortable. I kissed her gently and made my way into the night. I worried that somehow she didn’t enjoy herself as much as I did. Even worse---a bad “review” might hurt my chances with Agnes and I still wanted her.

I hesitated slightly to drop by the next night but would have hated myself if I bypassed a chance to meet Agnes. When I got upstairs, however, it was again Nadine who greeted me. When she saw me she smiled widely and gave me a long deep kiss. “Well hello” I thought to myself. She grabbed my arm and led me to her living room. Amazingly, we talked easily and laughed freely---and I noticed that this seemed an entirely different Nadine---confident and gregarious. I gently offered that she seemed in a better mood than the day before. “Oui,” she agreed (you gotta love a girl that says “oui” on a regular basis) “and it is because of last night,” she explained. “Oh well…er…that is so nice,” I replied a bit surprised and flattered. “It is verrrrrrrry nice,” she purred, as she kissed me deeply. She grabbed my hand and led me to her room---and when we got there she pushed me gently back on the bed. She knelt in front of me and kissed me again. Then suddenly she pushed me away and looked at me seriously. “You know….I am not really a woman,” she confessed. Not a woman? In an instant, a thousand thoughts raced through my head. How could that be? What did I miss? As I sat there with my mind racing and head spinning, she finally smiled playfully and said “I am a tiger….grrrrrrrrrr.” and she pounced atop me on the bed. I laughed and was relieved and excited at this new side of Nadine. We had a very athletic fuck session and fucked long and hard and roughly---and as I banged her tight little pussy she dug her nails deep into my back and shoulders and butt. I loved it. She may not have been a tiger, but she clawed me like one. (When I got back to my hotel later and looked in the mirror I certainly looked like I had been wrestling a Bengal tiger). Finally, we were both spent and we lay in her bed and talked for quite a while. Apparently, she was engaged to a young guy back in Paris, but their sex life together was rather tame at best. She told me she never came more than once with him and often didn’t cum at all. So she was surprised and even a bit distressed that she had cum 8 times with me just the night before---and even more this evening. “How many times tonight?” I asked playfully. “I stopped counting,” she giggled, “…too many times.” “Impossible---no such thing as too many,” I whispered to her as she kissed me softly again and again. As Nadine sucked my cock, rolled a condom on me, and climbed on top of my prick to ride me yet again, I chuckled softly as I thought about the kind of “review” she was sure to give Agnes. What a unique way to build the anticipation with a woman, I thought--- by fucking her best friend senseless.

Alas, my blog has fallen into disuse and disrepair, dear readers. But have faith---I have not curtailed my slutty adventures, only (unfortunately) my recent reporting of them. The truth is I have been so wicked of late that I have had hardly any time to write. Some of these recent activities have been so delicious, however, that they demand reporting. I'll try to catch up a bit this weekend, but will offer a little teaser to you. My work just took me to London for a few weeks where I had a chance to further expand my reputation. Yes, my friends, I am now most definitely an international slut.