Janina Loses Control Again

Lena and Dave writing:

Since the details in our stories - with a few exceptions - are true recounts based on ongoing events, it is unpredictable to put them in a series.  As such, we try to make each story a stand-alone. Apologies in advance therefore to our loyal followers for the few repetitions they may encounter here and there.

Although this story features persons from our previous recounts, the reader should be able to follow, even if he/she did not read the previous stories of the 3 writers of this account.

Janina writing:

In as much as writing these stories has been fun, I just informed Lena and Dave that this shall be my finale in recounting my experiences, since I intend to do rather fictional interactive stories. So I hope with this finale, I still manage to meet the reader's aspirations.

Chapter 1: The perfect final day in Bali.

During a nude shoot at a secluded exclusive resort on Pasut beach in Bali, things had gone out of hand. I had let the main tattoo model Tyrone Herm fuck me. It was a spontaneous act, driven by desire and totally out of script. I had just met him for the first time. Aged 30, he was 5 years older than my bestfriend Lena and me.

Also, in the heat of the moment, the French photographer Akos had participated too, fucking both me and the principal female model Ellie. It turned out Tyrone's (Ty's) Italian model girlfriend - Marie - was in the vicinity and seemed cool with all, apparently aroused by watching her guy fuck us.

The sex that evening had been raw and intense. Consequently, time elapsed quickly. Before I could realize, it was time for my uber pick-up. Feeling sticky from all the action and tropical humidity, I really needed to shower off. Since my sundress was messed by cum, Marie had been kind enough to offer me a shirt to wear after my shower. However, I was forced to skip on undies, having lost my bikini bottom somewhere in or around the pool during the shoot.

After a quick shower, I stood in the spacious bathroom applying some lip gloss and straightening my wet blonde hair. Looking into the mirror, I was surprised to see Ty standing behind me, carrying yet an impressive erection. In awe, I asked myself how this could be possible, for he had cum at least 4 times over the 3 hours of shooting and the impromptu after-party.

Lost in my thoughts, Ty stepped closer, embracing me from behind, leaning and pressing his rigid organ into my ass cleft and forcing the thin fabric of the shirt into a wedgie.

"You are so sexy Janina and even more without underwear," he whispered into my ear, biting the lobe as he fondled with my breasts.

"Oh.... Ty... em, I am...em, I am....late for my pick-up," I stuttered in reply, feeling my very sensitive pierced nipples slowly growing hard.

"Yes, that is why I am here. Marie requested that I shower quickly, so that I can walk you down to the cab. The hostess has closed for the day," he replied hastily, pulling himself away from me and stepping into the shower in a transparent glass cubicle.

As he let the shower run, I stood frozen, glimpsing his muscular back and buttocks while he lathered a sweet smelling soap all over his body. He spent some time scrubbing his groin and giving his cock several jerks, before turning around to spot me in blatant voyeurism.

"Oh sorry, I...em, I just... you really do not need to accompany me, I know, the..."  I stammered wide-eyed, as he slid the door of the cubicle open and extended his hand towards me.

Despite my time consciousness, his extended hand felt like a magnet. I could simply not resist. Absent-mindedly, I slowly walked towards this man I met just a few hours ago. He took my small hand into his, intertwining our fingers before swiftly pulling me into the cubicle.

The running shower instantly soaked the borrowed shirt, making the fabric stick onto me like a second skin. Ty then grabbed my face, kissing me before letting his hands slide down my body.

"Ooohhh!" I gasped out as he reached and caressed my bum, gently lifting my naked crotch onto his.

"I... em, Ty....I am late...oh...for my pick-up," I whispered into his mouth.

"I know, but you want to spend the night here," he responded with a cheeky smile.

"Oh, well yes...em..no, I mean I can't... it's just... my friend shall be very worried," I answered, knowing my bestfriend Lena was indeed waiting for me at our hostel but she wouldn't mind if I informed her of my change of plans. But that would have also meant lots of questions later and a new impression of me that I was not prepared for.

"So why are you having a second shower within 15 minutes?" he teased, effortlessly lifting up my bum onto the soap shelf.

"I... oh.. it's... em you,...pulled me in, " I struggled to reply, as Ty lined his cock at the entrance of my swollen snatch, sliding it in with ease.

His strong hands pressed my tender neck against the glass wall of the cubicle, kissing me as he fucked me again, slipping smoothly in and out of my aroused hole. With each stroke, the shower water squelched and splashed between our groins.

Adjusting myself on the shelf, I stretched out my legs as wide as I could, exposing my needy cunt to his rigid cock, feeling the fullness of every penetration. My total submission was apparently an achievement, for he subsequently relaxed his hold on my neck, moving one hand to guide and support my right thigh onto his muscular shoulder. In this position, he leaned into me, entering me even deeper. My mouth found his remarkable jawline, and with lust, I kissed, sucked and bit his lower face.

"Mmmmmm," Ty hissed, as he continued fucking me with heavy strokes, slamming rhythmically onto me with his full weight, as if to make sure he fucked the entire length of his cock in and out of my used vagina.

The ramming in and out of me caused my breasts, accentuated by pierced nipples, to ripple with the same rhythm, attracting his gaze. Impatiently, he sent a hand between the 2 uppermost buttons of the wet shirt. He then abruptly pulled the button placket apart, ripping off the buttons, and causing them to fall in cascade with sharp clings onto the floor of the shower cubicle.

My nipples now exposed, he bowed his head, placing his lips and suckling eagerly on one, before swiftly changing sides to suckle on the other. All this while, the banging into me neither lost its rhythm nor intensity, nor did he change its angle of penetration. His unbridled lust made me so horny, my sore snatch was again afire.

It came as no surprise therefore that my vaginal muscles soon started independently contracting on his cock. Upon feeling this, Ty lifted his head and closed his eyes, seemingly to take-in fully the unprogrammed penis massage my cunt offered. Meanwhile, he leaned his torso closely on me, letting our pierced nipples scrape on each other, clinging with the same rhythm of the strokes, and emitting in me highly arousing tingling sensations.

"You feel soooo good," I whispered up to him coyly, gently stroking his face and biting my lip.

"Oh, you too baby," he responded, with his eyes still lightly closed.

The realisation that I was giving equal pleasure to this handsome stranger triggered my release. Although anticipated, the intensity and duration took me unaware. I mewled and groaned into Ty's jaw, frantically sucking and biting, as wave after wave of my orgasm trembled every part of my body. Thinking I might loose consciousness, I locked my legs tightly around the small of his back.

Still struggling to hold tight in the aftermath, I then moved my mouth onto his, sucking in his tongue, letting it fill my mouth same as his cock filled my spasmic snatch. Unrelenting, Ty's fingers explored my nipples, while he continued filling my mouth with his tongue and my vagina with his cock. Pinching and pulling my nipples, sending out waves of pleasure and pain. With one sharp painfully pleasurable pull on my nipple, he suddenly withrew his tongue.

"What do you want?" he whispered, as he uncompromisingly continued to thrust his cock into me.

"Use me like a slut and dump your warm cum inside me again," I replied, semi-consciously guiding his hand onto my neck, before adding, "I want plenty of your cum deep deep inside me. It will trickle out as I fly back home tomorrow night. I want to touch myself during the flight thinking of how good you fucked me."

With that, he gripped tighter on my neck, making my eyes teary. My sluttiest side had just presented itself to my surprise, voicing out my most dark and forbidden desires.

"Ok, here it cums, oooooh....yes, your travel dose!" he exclaimed before pumping furiously several spurts of warm semen onto my cervix and the walls of my slutty cunt.

Then with a groan, he thrusted his groin again tightly onto me, as if to make sure my cunt relished and absorbed every single drop of the deposited spunk.

Coming down from his long release, Ty lifted my limping body off the shelf, sliding me down the glass wall slowly, as he went on his knees. Placing me on the floor of the cubicle, he unlocked my legs, laying me spread eagle, before thrusting wildly again into me, exuding once small unimaginable sensations from my used sore cunt.

As I came with yet another convulsion, he joined me instantly, shooting in even more semen into my snatch.

Withdrawing his crushing weight from my petite body, he helped me stand up. He then guided my head under the flowing shower, carefully scrubbing me and rinsing off the beads of sweat that had formed on my forehead. Embracing, rubbing and sliding his soapy hands over my back, Ty passed his middle finger through my ass cleft, and briefly fingering my anal ring before rinsing off again.

When we stepped out of the shower, I could barely stand. The model kindly brought a towel around me and supported me to the bedroom. There, we were surprised by the sight of the French photographer Akos fucking Ty's girlfriend Marie for the first time that evening, at least, to the best of my knowledge.

"Oh babe, Akos is fucking me....without ooooh...without your permission," Marie stuttered, adding quickly, "he caught me rubbing my clit again as I watched you fuck our slutty star of the night under the shower. Then..oh, he just pulled me..., pushed me on the bed....and...ooooh inserted."

Just like me, no one seemed to have had enough, I thought to myself, though I had no idea where the female model Ellie was. Ty slowy moved to them and knelt beside the bed, kissing his girlfriend, reassuring her that he is briefly accompanying me down the drive before coming back to take care of her insatiable cunt himself.

As he stood back up and walked towards me, I saw his cock was harder again. Not quite rigid but fairly erect. Remembering the brief fingering of my anal ring, I was worried it was a prep and he might want to now do me anal beside his girl.

"Oh Ty, no please...I mean I can't..., I've never..." I stammered.

"Shhhhhhh, ignore my erection for once," he interrupted with a grin, "Now, lets go to the warddrobe to find something dry for you," he added confidently, throwing his arm around my neck, relieving me from my worry and guiding me away from the erotic scene in a cuddle.

Ambivalently, I was hesitant as we slowly moved away. I did not want to miss the incredible sight of Akos planting streams of his cum into his client's model girlfriend, and most of all, on their bed. It was all such a turn on for me.

In the tiny dressing room, Ty slid open the warddrobe and took out a white stretch shirt.

"Hey, here, you can give it back to me when I visit Switzerland," he mentioned with a wink, gently stripping the towel off me and helping me into the sleeves of the shirt.

The garment perfectly covered my petite frame like a dress, extending to my mid-thigh. He helped me button up, sensually caressing and kissing me in the process. Looking into the mirror beside us, it struck me how sheer the shirt was. My pierced nipples, navel and clit clearly shimmered through.

"Ty??? The shirt is transparent and will make me look like a hooker coming back from work, when I get to our hostel," I commented coyly.

"Oh, I see. I would say never mind. You are on holidays. But I have an idea. What about this?" he asked, pulling out a dark-blue silk scarf decorated with printed golden Gs, which he carefully tied around my waistline.

Looking into the mirror again, I looked more decent and quite stylish. I was so impressed that I fell into Ty's arms in appreciation. Lifting me onto his wide shoulder, he carried me out of the villa, as I lazily blew a goodbye kiss to the 2 fucking on his bed. Ty held me tight, with one strong hand supporting my bum, as he walked down the stairs, off the main porch.

The driver was waiting just a 100 meters away. On the way to the car, the model wasted no time, slipping his hand under the shirt, rubbing my bum before simultaneously fingering my sore cunt and anal ring with his middle and ring fingers. I mewled into his back, not even sure whether from pain or pleasure.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting," he apologised to the driver as we approached the car, "She has been working very hard and is legimately exhausted."

I slowly slipped my petite frame down his body, causing the shirt to roll up around the scarf on my waist, flashing my naked bum to the shy Indonesian teen driver. Opening the back door, Ty then guided me to a half-lying position on the back seat, carefully placing my head on the furthermost seat, before putting my handbag in the foot space just beneath my face. He subsequently tipped the driver, ahead of stretching himself into the car again to kiss me goodbye.

"I will see you soon in Switzerland," Ty said softly, as his hand gave my exposed bum one last strong squeeze, his fingers brushing and tickling my oozing snatch.

"You mean you'll fuck me senseless again in Switzerland," I faintly replied.

Stepping out of the car with a grin, he took out his phone to take pictures of me in the cab, for my safety as he claimed. It was however not oblivious to me that he was indeed taking pictures of my exposed well-used puffy cunt. Unsure of whether the oozing fluids were visible or only felt that way, I however did not bother to adjust the shirt over my bum and cover myself up.

Closing the door, the driver ignited the engine and drove me to our hostel in Ubud. During the ride, the shy Indonesian boy kept peeking into the overhead mirror with a cheeky smile. I was nevertheless too exhausted to respond or offer a slutty show for his patience, kindness and discretion.

My friend Lena was waiting at the entrance of the hostel when we got there. She helped the cab driver support me all the way to our room. I recall feeling his hands on my bum as they held on to me on both sides. However, because I was already in plain exhaustion, it was futile to find out what was going on or even make a fuss about it.

When the boy hesitantly left at our polite request, Lena poured a cup of herbal tea for me. To help the healing and regeneration, she mentioned in encouragement. As I sat on the bed sipping the tea, she took out a little bottle of oriental lily oil, poured some onto her palms and started massaging my sore neck from behind. I adjusted myself, pulling my shoulders together to let Ty's shirt fall in a lump on my sides.

"Your muscles are very sore babe," she whispered, applying pressure through her extended thumbs on the multiple trigger points in my trapeze muscles.

"Oh babe, he wouldn't stop choking my little neck while fucking me," I responded, closing my eyes tightly in pleasure and painful distress, before adding, "I'm sure he even wanted to fuck me more after placing me in the car, maybe anal, I mean, I think he'ld have done it if the boy wasn't around. I just couldn't stop him. I didn't want to. You should've seen me babe, I was his possessed slut, just insatiable."

"I saw his pictures on IG when I came back, he's a hottie, reminded me of.." Lena acknowledged before my interruption.

"Mr. Tattoo! Yep! I think that's what caused my mayhem. I kept on imagining how turned on you were after Mr. Tattoo had fucked you. And how you kept on touching yourself here when you thought of or talked about that evening. And how I felt left out." I recounted dreamily, as Lena expertly squeezed and rubbed the muscles beside my upper spine.

I had not noticed that she too had taken off her t-shirt. She pressed her naked chest on my back as I talked of Mr. Tattoo.

"Ohhh, we both have been very, very naughty on this island," she affirmed softly, taking off one hand down to her crotch. Rubbing on her clit, she whispered again, "Did he leave you as sore as Mr. Tattoo left me babe?"

"Oh babe, I can barely walk, I don't even know how many times he filled me up with his cum," I replied, also sending my right middle finger to my clit to find out just how sore I really was.

All this while, holding onto the hot cup of tea had made my fingers very warm. The soothing effect of the warmth on my clit matched the body warmth from Lena's torso behind me. It felt like a relaxing spa after an exhausting day. Unsurprisingly however, it caused my fluids to flow again.

I slowly took out the finger from my clit and tasted it before sticking it out into Lena's mouth behind my left ear. Lena sucked on it for all it's worth. Something about the smell, something about the taste, made her very vulnerable. Her heart throbbed onto my left shoulder blade, her petite body twitched and trembled.

"Oh babe, he tastes like Mr. Tattoo. Maybe they are related," she muttered with my finger still in her mouth, saying further, "or maybe it is just the taste of testosterone."

Reminding me of Ty's prominent jawline, I took my finger out of her mouth with a plopping sound. Pressing again on my clit, I scooped a bit of the slime overflowing my sore cunt to lubricate my pierced clit with circular movements, as Lena too worked on her groins.

"Oooooohhh, yes!" Lena yelled out as we came sinultaneously, our petite frames trembling against each other.

Letting our feeble bodies fall into the bed, we sucked off each other's finger, before falling asleep in a cuddle, after mumbling how our studs indeed needed to come for a visit.

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Chapter 2 : The perfect guest list for a perfect party.

Overwhelmed by exhaustion, our return flight home the following day was, for the most part, uneventful. Contrary to my initial thoughts and claims, I released only once. I had woke up midflight to see that Lena had stretched her tiny body on the 2 seats by my side. Her thin cover had fallen off, exposing her round butt to me. Clearly visible through her very sheer black leggings were the puffy cheeks of her cameltoe, with her wet white thong wedged into her swollen labial lips.

I imagined what she must have been dreaming of, that had caused her cunt to get this wet and swollen. I also thought of the pictures Ty took of me lying in that same position the previous day. Then, I fantasized of Mr. Tattoo jacking off to the memories of fucking swollen Lena's beautiful and petite body. My release with these memories and imaginations was short but relieving. The aftermath sleep lasting most of the remaining way, until Captain announced our descent to Zurich.

Following our return from Bali, the global pandemic put all our plans and ideas on hold. I continued to satisfy myself with the memories of our Bali escapades, until they faded off naturally over time. Lena and I partied often but nothing wild. At least, not until we met Dave at the yearly Street Parade rave party in Zurich 3 years later. Dave had given us a memorable fucking in the lake and had promised to come back the following year for more partying.

More memorable partying implied we needed more festive people. Coincidentally, the 2 Australian boys, K1 and K2, who had fucked me in Bali during the party where we met Mr. Tattoo were in Europe. They had qualified to represent their country in swimming at the Paris Olympics. Before flying back home after the competition, their wish was to experience the Zurich Street Parade. The other wish of theirs was to come to Zurich with 2 training colleagues, the siblings J1 and J2 who had represented the Cayman Islands at the competition.