Ch. 1: England
So I had won the Lottery. It's just money right? Money can't make you happy right? Winning the lottery won't change your life, right? WRONG. $250,000,000 made me happier than I had ever been. Properly cared for, and I'd never need work another day in my life. Of coarse I spent almost 50 million of it the first month, and planned to spend a lot more in the coming months. I put 100mil in a savings account. I could live off the interest alone if I didn't splurge too much.
Well, the other 100 million? World tour! The internet is a many splendored thing, and there were girls all over the world that wanted me to come see them. It s not like I had to do that to get laid, I mean I was a millionaire, but hell; see new places, meet new faces, and I needed a vacation from my family anyway. I didn't tell anyone at all what I was planning until I decided who I would see first. Much the disappointment and anger of a few girls in my own country and Canada, I choose England first.
Josephine, Jo for short, lived in Essex County . So after a nice long trans-Atlantic plane ride (I say nice, cause I was in first class, isn't money fun?) I arrived at the Stansted airport. Now I thought about airlifting my 'Vette over, but decided it might be cheaper to rent something, until I found out that most European cars weren't built for someone 6'5 and nearly 250lbs. So I took a taxi (an Opel, cool cars) to the nearest Mercedes dealership and bought a new SLK 230 Kompressor. It was expensive, but it was worth it, it's a beautiful car. Took a few near misses to get used to the whole right-side-driving thing though.
But enough about cars, back to Jo. She was my China Girl. Not because she was Chinese, or anything like that; it was cause the first time I ever saw her picture she had a shirt on that said 'China Girl.' It committed itself to my memory cause the shirt was stretched almost obscenely over her large and still-then developing tits. I had talked to her on the phone, and although she wanted to meet me, she didn't want to meet at her house, which is understandable, I wouldn't meet me at her house either. So, a bus stop some number of blocks away it was. I parked my car and put money in the meter, and sat there in the front seat looking for Jo .
About an half hour after arguing with a cop about my radio blasting Rob Zombie over half the English countryside (I still got the ticket, but I doubted I'd be in England long enough to pay it), I saw Jo. About 5'8 , dyed jet black hair just past her shoulders, she wasn't skinny, but far from fat; just that nice equal that allowed her to wear a tight white shirt that showed off her belly-button ring and not be gross about it. I seemed odd to me that anyone show that off in 60 degree weather, especially since Jo's skin was the color of marshmallows, but it looked good with the tight black jeans and matching long denim duster.
Her eyes were searching everywhere for some sign of me, so I honked the horn. Jo and half the other people looked in my direction. A cute blonde, probably 17yrs old, with a bull-ring in her nose flipped me off. Jo laughed as she walked to the passenger side and I was honking constantly and waving my middle finger in the air. "Quit, stop it!" Jo giggled in that nearly too-thick Cockney accent; I always liked the way English girls sounded, and Jo was definitely no exception. "This is a nice car." she commented as I put the top up and pulled away from the parking meter, and flipped the bull-ring bitch off one more time.
"Nice to meet you by the way." I said at the first red light. "I guess we were in a little bit of a hurry to get away from the bus stop to be properly introduced." We shook hands and she told me that we'd been talking to each other on the computer for two years, and that was an excuse for no face to face introduction Good Point." I answered. "So where to? I've never been here, so I figured you had some sort of plan."
She directed me to a restaurant, some local 'Fish-n-Chips", or something. Jo was more interesting than the food. The more the she talked, the happier I was I chose England first. If I hadn't promised others I'd come see them, I wouldn't have wanted to leave. A sleazy motel was out of the question for her. I found the best place via the waitress (who happened to be cute, it was weird I'd been England a day and only seen like five ugly girls) while Jo was in the bathroom. I called to the hotel and told them to give me the nicest room available and fully stock the mini-bar and put a bottle of champagne on ice.
I was waiting next to the restrooms when Jo came out. She jumped when she saw me standing there waiting on her."Comon, I got us a room." I said, and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek.
"A room?" she said "I was going to take you home, but if you want to go to some motel, I guess I can handle that." she half-pouted and turned her face down. I brought it back up and kissed her, gently sucking her bottom lip as I pulled away. When I told where I was taking her, Jo's face lit up like a florescent bulb. "Really." I nodded." Let's go!" she squealed and nearly jerked me off my feet as she ran for the door and grabbed my arm.
The room was damn nice. The ceiling above the bed was covered in mirrors, and the bed was covered in red silk. As we undressed each other, I was surprised to learn that Jo's lacy bra and panties matched the sheets perfectly. "You had this planned before I did, didn't you?" I joked, toying with her belly button ring.
"No." she giggled, "I just knew you liked the colour red." she told me and ran her fingers threw my hair. I moved down from her navel, kissing and tickling her as I got closer to her pussy. Jo wiggled in anticipation as I hooked my fingers through the crotch of her panties, and slowly pulled them off. I was nuzzling her light brown bush with my nose and lips before the silk had left her ankles. She moaned softly and spread her legs wider, pushing her thighs over my shoulders. I kissed and sucked along her slit, tasting her delicious juices as my tongue burrowed towards the source of her nectar. "Oooo, Baby, don't stop." she cooed, wringing her hands in my hair as I licked the inside of her vagina. Jo pushed her pelvis at my head and I felt her pussy start to throb on my tongue, so I reached an arm around her right leg and hooked my thumb directly onto her clit, mashing and twisting it as I sucked on her box.
Jo screamed and her hands tightened in my hair and I worried that I might have bald spots before the night was up. Her pussy flooded my mouth and she was bucking so wildly that I lost my place on her clit. Finally she caught herself and drug me up by my ears to face her. "I need you to fuck me." I grinned and moved in to kiss her and she clamped down on my bottom lip, locked her ankles around my back and pulled me against her crotch. "Now!" she growled out from between her teeth. I pulled my lip from her teeth before she broke skin and leaned up as much as I could and started rubbing my cock on her swampy slit trying to find the tiny hole hidden by her vertical smile. She got angry that nothing was filling her up before I got frustrated that she had her legs locked around me and I couldn't use my hands to aim. Jo reached around her own ass and grabbed the base of my cock, balls and all, and shoved the glistening head into her cunt. "There..." she gasped and let go slowly. "Now, fuck me, Jeremy."
I eased my dick into her, opening her wider than anything else ever had obviously. Finally I felt the back of her pussy as my pubes started to tickle hers. She was rocking her body towards mine urging me to keep going. This time when I tried to kiss her, she opened her mouth and let our tongues meet in the darkness created by our joined lips. I slowly started out of her while we kissed and before either set of lips left me I slowly reintroduced my cock to her tunnel. There were innumerable repeats of this echoed by moans of ecstasy before our kiss ended. Her entire body was covered in blush and she was short of breath as I opened my eyes to look into hers. The slow agonizing pace of my dick burrowing into her tight, wet, pink twat, over and over; squeezing past her juicy lips and opening her throbbing insides all the way to her cervix, then leaving her empty and begging for my return lasted for what seemed like hours before I felt her pussy spasm again. "God.. Jo, I think I'm..."
She dug her nails into my shoulders. " Just shut up and fuck me." she ordered and I complied. Bracing my hands on her waist, I shoved my cock into her jerking body time and time again, making her tits, still trapped in her red silk bra, jump and bounce with each thrust. "Oh, Christ!" she howled "Don't stop!" I pounded my cock inside her again and again until I heard, in the thickest cockney accent to ever grace my ears. "I cummin! Aahhrr, Fuck me! I'm cummin!" Her pussy seemed to slam shut and it took slivers of seconds before it was sucking jet after thick jet of cum straight into her womb.
We collapsed in a heap of body parts and tried to catch our breath. After a few moments, Jo spoke. "So, I hear this place has amazing showers in the suites..."
