As I reached the top he grabbed my hand and said ,”can I take you for a drink?” I don’t know you I said and why are you following me? I think yo...r following me he replied. We laughed at the same time. So he said, will you come for a drink? Uuum, ok . I know the perfect place he said. Can we hold hands like we’re a couple he said. Uuuum oh ok I replied , it can’t hurt . So he took my hand and we began to walk till we came to this hotel . This isn’t a pub I said. Oh I didn’t say a pub did I, I. But now, this stranger, who was about my age, and in a different place that didn't remind me at all of the whorehouse-like feeling I connected by now to my usual "workplace"?! I looked in fear at Marc and he only made a quick nod. So I parted my heavily painted lips and let his finger in. He pushed in and out a few times, then told me to suck on it. I just did it. When I thought about it afterwards, and even when I am writing this now, I wonder why I didn't speak up, run away, get out of the. But there was plenty of slippery precum oozing out of my dickhead, so I slide it straight in. She started whispering something in my ear, but I could not hear with the music still blasting. I just started pumping slowly, and then picked up speed. Still, so suprisingly tight that on one of my out strokes, I was all the way out. When I reached back down to guide my rod back into place, I realized something... I was in her asshole that whole time! So now I could feel her pussyhole, super wet and. So I began to work the meaty treat in and out of her pussy.Gawd, she was wet. Every time I pushed the hot dog into her, juices squirted out, I wasn't old enough to have had much experience at the time other than fumbling in the closet with a girlfriend, but the way Roberta was soaked—and soaking me AND the hot dog—was definitely a new one. You didn't see that kind of thing in the magazines I could get hold of in my teens. She was noisy too, constantly moaning and gasping, and talking. "Fuck me.