The Travelers Log Ch 03

Claud felt the late spring breeze on his face as he rode his bike to work. His shoulder length blonde hair fluttered in the wind and his baby blue eyes sparkled in the sunshine. Nothing could bring him down today. He had finally worked up the courage to ask out his gorgeous coworker Alara, and she had agreed to go out with him. He has been working at a shawarma shop not too far from his Berlin apartment for over a year and had really been feeling down about himself. Here he was a 22 year old man and still unable to get anything more than a low wage job in a Turkish street food shop. But when Alara started working there he actually began looking forward to work.

She was truly the girl of his dreams, a curvy 170 cm tall with beautiful red hair, a pretty face with a cute smile, sweet swelling breast, a narrow waist, and the hips and ass of an American hip-hop star. She always wore bright red lipstick that emphasized her the creamy flawless skin, and no matter what top she put on it seemed to always be struggling to contain her bosom. Often he would be working behind her during a shift, so he always appreciated the tight fitting blue jeans that hugged her voluptuous ass.

They had slowly begun chatting more during and after shifts. For someone so gorgeous Alara had a surprisingly sweet and innocent personality. She was 21 and had finally moved out of her parent's house, and so just needed a job to pay her bills. She really wanted to travel and see the world, but neither of them really saw a future beyond the shop. Finally after a month Claud asked her if she'd like to get a drink with him. His small 165 cm frame practically shook as her looked up at her, waiting for her to reject him as all other girls had, but to his surprise she said yes.

Alara was not expecting to be asked out by the effeminate blonde boy she worked with. She actually had assumed due to his build and shy personality that he was a twink; a gay man who took the less masculine role. However she was having such a wonderful time chatting and becoming friends with Claud, that when he turned out to be apparently strait, and into her, she couldn't help but smile and say yes. She actually found herself very excited now that the day of their date had arrived. Although Alara had always been attracted to powerfully built masculine men, she had never dated any men long term, and had never actually been with any man sexually. She had always been so shy around such men, and inevitably if things looked like they were going to turn sexual she got nervous and ended things. Merely days ago she had tried flirting with a handsome American man on the internet, but confidence was not her strong suit, and the conversation had fizzled. But she couldn't feel nervous around Claud, he was too sweet and shy, not to mention smaller and probably weaker than her.

The date itself was very pleasant. Both of them, especially Claud, were quite small so it only took a few drinks for both of them to become merry and confident. As the night wore on talk turned to more sensitive matters. Claud admitted that although he had kissed a girl before, he was a 22 year old virgin. He explained that girls had only ever seen him as a like a little brother or something. And the longer he was a virgin, the more nervous he was about sex.

Alara laughed, knowing exactly why these women had felt this way. "I don't think of you that way Claud. I like you. And to be honest, I'm a virgin too, so I relate to being nervous about sex."

Claud couldn't believe this. "But Alara, you're...well you're so hot! How are you a virgin?"

Alara shrugged, "Well I've just never found the right man I guess. But I'm starting to think you might be the right man."

Alara leaned forward, looking deep into the blue eyes of Claud's boyish face. But Claud was paralyzed. All the confidence he had gained from the alcohol washed away in a moment as Alara leaned towards him, her tits nearly spilling out of her tight crop top. But finally after a long awkward silence he closed his eyes and moved his face towards hers. Alara had not expected this jolting movement, and so instead of a passionate kiss, all that resulted was Claud's forehead bashing against her nose.

"Oh I'm sorry!" Claud blubbered, and then tried to continue on, pressing his closed lips against Alara's.

The alcohol saved them though, and Alara suggested they move to a less uncomfortable place; her apartment. Alara couldn't shake the feeling of taking a little brother in a walk as she lead Claud up the street. Claud was meanwhile lost having a wonderful time. He was finally going to get to have sex, and with this gorgeous redheaded virgin no less. This last fact more than anything gave him confidence, since her wouldn't be comparing him to any other man. This idea had always bothered him, especially given his small body and less than well endowed penis.

When they made to her apartment he was as hard as he had ever been. He excitedly squeaked "Well, time for your bedroom Alara, I have something to give you."

Alara cringed slightly as this, but she still liked Claud and the alcohol made the idea of losing her virginity tonight not sound so bad. Although Claud's awkward kiss had not exactly made her wet, she had a feeling that wouldn't be too much of a problem. They walked into her bedroom and Alara took off her shirt and pants while Claud did the same. Claud was in awe of Alara's body. It was absolute perfection in her underwear, and he was so ready for what was about to come. Alara looked down at the bulge in Claud's underwear as she laid on her back. Although bulge wasn't quite the right word. Bump. The bump in Claud's underwear. He climbed on top of her and gave her another lips closed kiss as her pulled his boxers down to his knees. The skinny 9 cm penis that poked out from Claud's lanky body was exactly what Alara had begun to suspect. She sighed and moved aside her panties, "I'm ready Claud, fuck me."

Claud didn't need to be told twice, the head of his penis ran across the dry outer skin of Alara's vagina until it poked inside of her. He felt moisture inside, and thought to himself how excited she must be. He eagerly placed his hands on her boobs and said "Here we go Alara!" as he bucked his hips, pushing all the way inside of her.

Alara could see the look of ecstasy on Claud's face, and was pretty sure she could feel his penis going in and out of her. A couple times it popped out and Claud had to pause to put it back in. So, she thought, this is what sex is like. She wasn't exactly sure why other girls always talked about "good D" because honestly she could barely feel it. After a couple of minutes Claud yelped and threw himself down against her. She assumed he had cum, and let out a loud moan.

"I love you Alara!" Claud panted in her ear.

"I love you too Claud" was the only thing she could think of to say.

For several seconds Claud's small frame heaved against Alara's curves. Then he rolled off of her and breathlessly said, "Wow Alara, that was awesome! I'm so glad we're boyfriend and girlfriend now." He gave Alara a peck on the cheek, and went to sleep.

Alara shut her eyes and imagined Claud as a more masculine man. She imagined what it would feel like to have a tall chiseled hunk pick her up and manhandle her womanly curves. As she imagined the bulging muscles and passionate lips of this virile man, her pussy began to moisten. She looked over to make sure Claud was sleeping, and then quickly snuck her hand down to her pussy and began fingering herself. Thanks to her imagination she was able to cum the night she lost her virginity.

Breakfast the next morning was pleasant. Claud woke to find his penis hard, and wanted to have sex again. Alara went along since she knew it wouldn't take very long. She moaned and gasped and imagined a better version of Claud while his body chaffed against her dry vagina. She didn't dislike Claud, but she wondered if this was truly what a boyfriend was supposed to feel like. The next several weeks consisted of working with Claud, sleeping with Claud, and fingering herself after he went to sleep. Things began to change one night after she and Claud had drank far more than usual, leaving him passed out on the couch, leaving Alara drunk and horny. She opened her phone and noticed the American she had flirted with before she and Claud were dating. A thought came to her intoxicated mind. A nasty thought. A very sexy nasty thought. She went into the bathroom and lifted her shirt to snap a quick titty pic. Before she could think twice she sent the picture to this stranger.

"Hello Jake. What would you do to me if you were here?"

The reply that came back made her wetter than she'd been in weeks. "I would give you a night you deserve. I would treat you like a queen and make you feel more than you thought possible, before bringing you back to a bed that would become your throne. I would taste you, lavish you, worship you, until you were shaking and trembling and begging me to reshape your pussy around my cock."

What kind of man comes up with something like that on the spot? Then he sent her a picture. Alara opened it to see exactly the kind of man she had been imagining. A muscled chest and shoulders, veiny forearm, toned core, and the outline of something snaking down his boxer leg. It couldn't be a penis could it? No, of course not, it was far too large especially since it was clearly not quite hard yet. But the longer she stared at the bulge, and the longer she took in this gorgeous manly physique, the more she realized it was true. This was a cock. Truly a cock, like none she had seen. She now noticed that she had begun fingering herself without meaning to, and she quickly recorded a video of her doing so and sent it to Jake. "Let me see your face. And what you have hiding in your underwear."

"Are you single?" asked the American god.

"Yes," she lied, alcohol and horniness awash in her brain.

Jake sent two files. The first showed a much better view of his face than was apparent from his internet profile. It was a perfect blend of strength and beauty. High, sharp cheekbones cast shadows across his angular jaw, while a slanting nose, straight and proud, gave his features an edge of nobility. His full lips held intensity, and a smile that was warm but somehow cutting. Dark brows arched over his deep green eyes, and his tousled brown hair, fell over his forehead in a cute but elegant way. She imagined what it would feel like to kiss this face, those lips, to drown in those eyes.

But as her fingers plunged into her sopping pussy it was the second photo that drove her to the brink. It was a short video. As she opened it the video was focused on Jake's washboard abs and the obscene bulge in his underwear. Strong hands reached down pulled out the biggest cock she had ever seen, a serpent that she hadn't imagined even in her masturbatory fantasies. The veins swelled in both his forearm and his cock as he gripped it and gave it a long stoke. The phallus grew fully hard as blood rushed to fill out the enormous cockhead that thrust what must have been 30 cm out from Jake's heavy fertile balls. Alara's pussy spasmed and gushed as she watched pre-cum ooze from the monstrosity on her phone screen. The moans from her orgasm echoed through the apartment as her consciousness faded.

Alara woke the next morning to find her sheets a mess, with dried cunt cream all over her thighs and fingers. What a crazy dream, she thought. She threw on a rob and ventured into the kitchen and saw Claud still passed out in the couch. His pants had come partly off in the night and his morning wood throbbed gently in his sleep. Alara compared him to the man she had dreamt of last night, the one that had apparently caused her to masturbate in her sleep. She signed, such was her lot in live, to only experience unbridled masculinity in her sleep. She was stunned when she opened her phone to find what she thought was a dream to be real, and a cock more than three times the size of Claud's pathetic prick to he throbbing at her from across an ocean.

She walked over to Claud's slim hairless body. Between her curves and the fact that she was taller than him she probably outweighed him by 15 kilos. She ran her index finger down his skinny sleeping frame. This would never be a man that could overpower her. She looked back at her phone, at the American Adonis who wanted to worship her. As her hand ran across Claud's ribs she compared him to the tall muscled man in the picture. The comparison made her wet again. As her finger made its way down to Claud's penis she slowly rubbed it between her thumb and finger. This pathetic instrument would never make her cum. Claud moaned in his sleep while Alara gazed greedily at the huge American dick. Alara increased the speed of her fingers and, following a fantasy Claud had mentioned, began humping his leg.

His eyes flew open and he moaned loudly, "Yes baby! Waking me up with sex is so fucking hot! Oh my god your pussy is so wet this morning!"

Alara ignored his weak little voice and kept her eyes locked in the phone between them. The video of Jake's swelling cock looped as Claud's penis jerked, dribbling semen onto his lower abdomen. With one last intense grind of her soaked clit onto Claud's leg she came. Her lips parted with in a moan as her breasts heaved and her legs trembled, her eyes were locked in the prodigious amount of American precum dripping from the Jake's cock.

Alara sat back, gasping for air. "Claud, we're finished."

Claud got up and headed to the bathroom. "Yes, I think we both did. That was the hottest sex we've ever had!" he called from the shower. Alara knew.

She picked up her phone and texted Jake. "That was the biggest cock I have ever seen, I came twice to the video. I don't know how or when, but I must feel you inside of me."

Claud wasn't totally sure why Alara avoided sex for the next couple of weeks. Wake up sex was basically the hottest thing he could imagine, now all of the sudden she was ignoring his advances. But his world crashed when he woke one night near 2am. The faint glow of Alara's phone was shining on the wall next to her side of the bed, but he could tell from her breathing that she was asleep. His knee bumped into her voluptuous ass and he was surprised to find a strange wetness there. He felt further and thought for a second Alara had peed the bed, but only her lace panties and a part of her thighs were wet. It couldn't be her vagina, he thought. That only gets wet on the inside.

He peered over her to see what was playing on her phone, and his small heart skipped a beat when he saw a direct message screen and a looping video of a naked man. He felt a pit form in his stomach as he read the messages of undying love from Alara, and her explicit descriptions of everything she wanted to do to him. He looked at this "Jake" who was everything he wasn't. He was obviously tall, lean, and strongly muscled.

Above all Claud's eyes were drawn to the python that stood out from this man's chiseled body. It must have been three times the size of his own penis, thicker than his arm, and just as veiny, virile, and bulging as the rest of this movie star looking man. Claud felt a tear run down his face as the man flexed, causing the cock to smack powerfully against him, and jostling the churning balls each larger than Claud's clinched fist. As Claud rolled helplessly back to his side of the bed he felt something else, a strange tingle deep within him. Soon he drifted sadly to sleep. In his dreams he saw that cock, flexing and throbbing over and over between Alara's huge soft tits. Every time he ran to try and drag her away he would trip and fall between Alara's knees, and end up with his face buried in those orange sized nuts, Alara dripping cunt cream on his back.

The next morning Claud woke to find Alara already up, he could hear her in the kitchen. He was glad he didn't have to look her in the eyes right away. He was also glad she didn't see him change underwear because of the goo that was in the front of his boxers. He walked slowly into the kitchen, and with a heavy heart said what he knew he had to say.

"Alara, I saw your phone last night. I know you've been talking to another man."

Alara was caught off guard, stunned, and still a little horny from early morning phone sex with Jake.

"Don't say anything else Claud. Jake means more to me than you ever could. To me, we've been broken up since the last time we had sex. Did you see him Claud? Did you honestly think you could compete with a real man? He will be mine and I will belong to him soon enough. Now please get your things and leave."

Through a fog of tears Claud rapidly gathered his overnight items. The walk back to his apartment felt unendurably long, especially with the inexplicable erection he had had since Alara's gut wrenching speech. The nightmare continued to plague him. Every night he would see that man and watch his deliciously hot girlfriend enslave herself to every part of his body. He immediately quit his job and spent his days stalking Alara. He found a perfect perch from where he could see her come and go from her apartment, and could even see into her bedroom to watch her sleep.

So when Alara left to go to the airport he knew. And when a handsome American climbed out of a car with her and walked up to her apartment he knew exactly who he was. Claud watched as Alara melted in front of this man that towered over her. Watched as her soft creamy thighs wrapped around his body. Watched as hands dug into her thick ass. Watched as she squirmed and screamed with his head between her legs. Watched her tits be manhandled while 30 cm of thick throbbing cock claimed the pussy that used to be his. He couldn't explain why watching Alara's cunt spread open by endless cock made his penis so hard, but he no longer cared. He watched Alara cling and grip on this man like a feverish beast, and when the American threw his head back and filled the woman he loved with an unthinkable load of cum, he didn't even try to stop the tears, or the jerking from his own cumming penis.