After
one month in Ukraine it was time to set our sights on Wroclaw, Poland’s fourth
largest city. Lionel had been in contact with Katrina, a girl he banged a few
months beforehand and she had arranged an apartment for us, which was a two-minute
walk from the city centre. Good girl.
Upon
our arrival it became apparent that although we had an amazing view overlooking
the city, we were provided with only one room. Lionel and I decided it would be
best to use a wooden cabinet and a plant to divide the room up into two, which
would make for a more suitable bedding arrangement if one of us were to drag a
girl back to our lair.
Tuesday
night was ladies night at a club called ‘Eter club’. The bar was filled horny
men and a few attention whores with scores no higher than a 6. I had been
flying solo throughout the night because Lionel was busy with Katrina and had
managed to kiss a girl from Belarus. I wasn’t completely satisfied with her
quality so any follow up date was going to be my second preference.
The
following few days I had been contacted by a Polish girl I knew from my time in
Belgium in 2010. Gosia was short, blonde and fairly attractive, but had had a
boyfriend for as long as I knew her. She was a stripper four times a week and
had never been drunk in her life, but always seemed to have a buzz about her
when out clubbing.
We
arranged to meet up and she made a point of telling me that she had broken up
with her boyfriend over a year ago. If you have ever met Gosia you would know
that she has a certain glint in her eye when talking to you that says: “I am
slightly psychotic and want to sit on your face”, so naturally I was
curious to find out how much of a psycho she actually was.
After
2 hours at the bar Gosia and I were isolated from the group and it was then I
decided to kiss her. The kissing wouldn’t stop for an hour, but it was going to
be tough to convince her to invite me back to her apartment. During our
conversation at the bar she had mentioned only having sex with “people that
she loved” and that she had only had sex with 5 different guys.
It
was the following night that I managed to weasel my way into her car and
instructed her to drive to her place. Getting her perfectly shaped breasts out
wasn’t a problem and it was at this time she lead me to the shower. With my
rock hard boner rubbing against her leg, all I could manage was a hand-job and
to blow the contents of my ball sac on her stomach.
Day
three would see me back at her house. Earlier in the day we had been chatting
on facebook and she had mentioned that she liked to be treated “like a whore”.
Not unlike porn, she wanted to be face-fucked until she couldn’t breathe. This
girl was whack, but there was no stopping what my dick ordered and that was sex
with Gosia.
Getting
her naked was never a problem, but putting my dick in her vagina was as easy as
trying to fit my fist up my own ass. She was happy to suck my dick and let me
spray cum all over her face, but sex would make her feel “slutty”. Females
trying to rationalise sex is quite entertaining, but so very frustrating at the
same time. I woke up with her riding my face in the morning so it wasn’t all
that bad.
The
next day I again spoke with Gosia on facebook. “If you come over tonight I
will fuck you”, was the first thing she typed to me. I decided it was in my
dick’s best interest to go visit her for once last time. She invited me around
for dinner and agreed to pick me up from my apartment at 10pm.
We
talked over dinner and it was discovered that the reason she doesn’t drink is
because she is on anti-anxiety medication, which was stronger than Xanax. I
think it has something to do with the hope for insane sex, but this was a huge
turn on.
After
dinner we watched a movie, but I was keen to get the party started so I began
to undress her. I removed her shirt as she removed her tights and underwear.
With her perfectly toned stripper body on centre stage in her living room,
I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh and onto her pussy. Much to my
surprise she had a tampon nestled inside, which she quickly removed. Having a
girl remove her bloody tampon right in front of me wasn’t exactly
making me pre-cum, but after four days without sex I ignored how revolting it
was.
The
moment I entered her pussy it was the like the hand of Goliath was squeezing my
cock. It was definitely the tightest pussy I have ever fucked. I felt
uncomfortable calling her a whore during sex, but this is what she wanted and
seemed to get her off more than dick itself.
Afterwards
I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water when I noticed blood
splattered all over my t-shirt.
Me: “Hmmmm"
Gosia:
“Take it off, I’ll wash it for you right now.”
Aren't
Polish girls the best?
-
Gavin Madden
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