we were in europe. and in a monastery. intrigued?
my man and i took our first vacation together earlier this year, jetting off to europe for a talk series then adding a few days at the end of the trip just for ourselves. my was there a lot of fucking on that trip, including one time when my man ate me out so voraciously i passed out cold for 15 minutes from the intensity. i woke up to find him sitting on a chair next to our bed, his feet propped up, smoking a cigarette as he watched me lay there unconscious. mmm.
for the talk series, accommodation was provided, though in a small town outside the country’s capital.. and yes, in a monastery. each room was very plain, there was a crucifix above the beds, prayer hours when we heard clergy shuffle past our door to the chapel for mass. who knew this was the way i’d tap into all i learned going to a catholic all-girls high school?
it was late, probably 2 or 3 in the morning, and we were unwinding after going out into the city with other talk attendees to eat filet mignon and drink our asses off. several glasses of wine, a port, and two apertifs later, i was horny and ready to go. my man i headed back to the monastery, and after the long car ride we stumbled into our room, tore each others’ nice clothes off like they were rags, and started ferociously pawing at each other. i sucked his dick hungrily and he fingered my wet pussy, playing with my tits, pulled me by my hair to position me as he liked – the whole nine yards. he then urgently shoved his dick up my cunt and started to fuck me, ordering me to stay quiet since we were 1. fucking in the middle of the night and 2. in a fucking monastery. i did what i could though i’m sure you could still hear us a bit outside our door – and i wouldn’t be surprised if we got a small audience that night.
as he pounded my pussy he shoved my hands down and ordered me to make myself come – as he pumped away at my cunt i fingered my clit, getting myself worked up in no time and shooting off as soon as he growled that i had to for him or else. he then went at me full force, pure torture given that i was trying not to make a peep, and i held onto the plain wooden bedframe for dear life as he rammed me long, hard, and deep. as he began to get close he asked, “where do you want me to come?” i said, “i want you to come in my mouth.” he shuddered; he’d never done it before and i know he wanted to, and especially that he wanted to do it with me. swallowing a man’s cum is all about precision, focus, and breathing deeply – on top of enjoying the feeling of your mouth getting filled up with hot spunk. “really?” he exclaimed breathlessly. “yes baby – i want you to come in my mouth. i want to swallow that hot, thick cum.” he nodded, and though it was pitch black, the light from the moon shining through our window gave me enough of a view to see how excited he was.
i started begging for him to give it to me, that i couldn’t wait to swallow his cum, to have his dick pumping cum into my mouth as i swallowed it all down, and then off he shot – he got up on his knees, straddling me, and put his dick into my mouth as he came. i tightened my lips around his hard dick and felt the hot cum shooting out fast, hitting the back of my throat with the force of how hard he shot off. i quickly started to swallow it all down to make room for more – it was as huge a load as i expected, if not huger – and as i kept my lips tightly wrapped around his cock i felt him shiver, practically convulsing in pleasure – and breaking his own rule of silence with a few moans of disbelief and enjoyment. when i took it all, he collapsed next to me, his body half on top of mine, squeezing my tits and cupping them as he intertwined his legs with mine. i smiled and said, “how did it feel baby?” for a few seconds the only answer i got was heavy breathing, and then – when he finally refocused enough to speak – he said, “that felt so much better than even i thought it would be.” and i knew that he thought it would already be earthshatteringly good. quite a high compliment.
i suppose it makes sense that the first swallow was in a monastery – only an orgasm that powerful could feel so divine.
