"If you want, in 60 seconds it's all inside you," he said.
"How?" I responded, having heard him perfectly but unable to believe it.
"You heard me perfectly," the stranger replied with a Camel smoke floating between his lips. His black eyes shone as he held my gaze. For a moment, I thought I caught a faint whiff of sulfur and a kind of glowing aura around him. In that moment, there was no one else. Just him and me.
I looked at him, fascinated, and fell into a void from which only his gaze, his gestures, and his words could rescue me.
"I don't do it in restrooms," I replied, sure that I had foiled his plans.
"Nothing like that. Right next door, I have a little studio, nicely arranged, clean, and most importantly, just for us."
His gaze hypnotized me. I felt strange and, somehow, I agreed.
We introduced ourselves as we left the bar. We smiled at each other as he opened the door to the street. We made first contact in the elevator with soft, quick touches. We kissed as the door to the studio opened and stumbled inside without letting go. We moved down the hall, leaving traces of clothing on the floor. He entered me as soon as we fell onto the bed.
In the end, it wasn't 60 seconds, but 300... But it's not bad, five minutes to let a stranger fuck you.
The sex is extraordinary for something so improvised and with a stranger. I have hardly even seen her, but I feel a wonderful, powerful, and tireless cock. The best part is the switch, where we save penetration for the end and continue with a good, reciprocal and generous repertoire of oral sex, complete groping, and, on her part, a historic rim job that leaves me trembling until she comes inside the condom again.
His tongue movements are remarkable, almost like it has a life of its own, demonstrating overwhelming mobility within my tight anus. And then, looking up close at his magnificent cock - around 20 centimeters, powerful and strong, which I can't get enough of sucking and receiving inside me. It all comes to an end at dawn, around five in the morning, with four tied condoms on the bedroom floor.
It ends as easily as it started: "Well, it was a pleasure, it was great, goodbye, goodbye. We'll call each other. Yes, of course," and a farewell door slam. Neither did I expect more nor did he want less. Everything in its just measure.
One week later:
"If you want, in 60 seconds it'll all be inside you." The offer comes from behind, whispered in my ear with decision. I can't help but smile.
I turn around.
It's not him.
"Okay. Show me," I say, interested in the coincidence.
I follow him outside. The same door. The same elevator and the same sequence of events. The differences: we go to another room and the new guy starts with a generous pussy eating that I thank him for by pulling out a few hairs when I come in his mouth.
As we try to fill the second condom, I hear screams from the adjacent room, the one I occupied last week.
Seeing how interested I am in what's happening next door, he proposes a hostile takeover. Plus, he doesn't hold a candle to the guy from last week.
Five minutes later, there are four of us in bed and two cocks for me. Today's guy fucks me doggy style while last week's guy alternates between my mouth and the other girl's who climbed aboard today. Both of us go crazy for the cock of last week's guy. There's plenty for both of us but we fight to get it, whether it's in the mouth or any other place. Our mouths constantly search for it while the other guy takes turns fucking us from behind.
Both of us ended up exhausted from so much cock, sweating naked on the bed and filled with milk, both inside and out.
We said goodbye with the same efficiency as last time, but today the new guy offered me a key to the studio to come and enjoy whenever and with whoever I wanted.
It's great to see how encountering a stranger in an elevator never changes, even though you just ate her out and she stuck three fingers in yours, or she licked your clit while you were being sodomized, or you accompanied a cock deep inside her ass... Despite all that, we are incapable of talking about anything other than the weather while glancing at each other, looking down and moving our feet nervously.
Two weeks later:
"If you want it, you can have it inside me in 60 seconds."
The recipient of the offer stares at me in a trance.
"Next door, I have a small studio, neat, clean and, most importantly, just for us."
Now I'm the guide, the one who opens the door, calls the elevator and enters the studio.
With our tongues intertwined, we are surprised to find that we are not alone. In the hallway, a couple is fucking against the wall, impassive to our presence, he with his pants down to his ankles and she with her skirt above her waist and her face against the wall.
Screams and creaking springs indicate that the rooms are not empty either. And, I don't know how, but I'm sure that the first guy is in the usual room, enjoying another woman with her legs wide open.
After ruling out the option of leaving and with waiting being impossible, we finish the job on the small sofa in the living room.
On my knees with my mouth open and my tongue out, and already waiting for the final gift, I see the guy from the first day accompany today's girl to the door. After closing and saying goodbye, he turns and sees us. Again, that gleam in his eyes. I have to restrain myself from getting up and leaving today's guy there. With the jets hitting my face, I hear him laugh. The streaks in my eyes prevent me from seeing how he leaves through the same door as the girl. I catch that sulfuric smell again, but I attribute it to the guy who is tiling my face must be a miner.
After cleaning myself up, I find the living room deserted. On my way to the door, I see that today's companion has joined the couple in the hallway. Without mercy, both of them are taking turns with the girl, who is on all fours, receiving it in her mouth and in some of her lower orifices.
I leave without saying goodbye, wondering where the guy from behind was putting it.
One month later:
