Fantasy threesome meeting with my Swedish ex Charl

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Fantasy threesome meeting with my Swedish ex Charl
I was entering Torquay after my Swedish ex Charlotte contacted me online explaining she was feeling down and that she had missed me after all the years that had passed. It had been several years and I never forgot her tiny petite frame, shoulder-length blonde hair, bright blue eyes, athletic figure, small juicy boobs and intense high sex drive.
We met at a hotel bar just on the outskirts in the evening. I walked into the bar and Lotta was wearing a skintight black lacy dress that shower off her toned legs and relatively small cleavage; like a tiny miniture version of Emma Starr.
We kissed and greeted one another like old times, she had really gone all out and done her hair with curly corkscrew locks, she smiled as she spoke and kept placing a hand on my knee as our drinks arrived sitting on our bar stools.
“I still fantasize about you.” she said leaning forward. “I still finger myself thinking about you tying me up and fucking me in the arse as you stuff a 12 inch dildo in me.” she said smirking as she moved about on her stool inching her dress up slightly.
I placed my hand on her seat between her legs and leaned forward to kiss her soft red lips. “I still jerk off over you too.” I said inching my hands up between her thighs, I could feel the heat of her pussy even before I could touch it.
Charlotte pushed me back and smiled as she glanced over her should round the near empty bar.
“Shhh, later.” she said picking up her drink and ushering my hand away.
As we spoke more and caught up on our lives, work, family etc we ended up talking about relationships.
“A few guys, you know, I like to test the water, move around, sample the guys as you know…I have no type as you would know.” she said cheekily as she glanced at a couple of guys having a quiet drink at the far end; they were two tall strong guys, one a white guy the other a black guy.
“I mean I’ve been so horny and lonely lately I could have grabbed one of those guys and taken him to the toilet and fucked him.”
“Which one?” I asked.
“Probably both.” she said with a wink at me, she glanced back at the guys and the white guy raised a glass to Lotta and winked.
“Excuse me.” Lotta said as she spun on her stool and waltz towards the toilets.
I watched her stride across the floor like a cougar, her hips swinging side to side, I watched as the white guy’s eyes followed her from a distance.
I continued to drink my drink and before I knew it I saw the guy’s back disappearing through the same doors.
Several minutes passed and just as I was about to order a new drink Lotta was walking back towards me, she plonked herself back on her stool with a huff, her hair was a mess and her dress was untidy, messy all over the place, she pulled down her skirt and covered a torn hem of it as she fixed her hair. Her makeup was smeered as well as her lipstick and as she rearranged her hair I could see drops of what I could only think were cum.
“Um, Lotta, you got something in your hair.” I said stupidly touching it and getting the sticky substance on my fingers – yup, defo cum. I saw the big white guy enter the room from the toilet area and sit back down.
“Oooo,” cooed Lotta. “I must have missed that.” she said grabbing my cum covered hand. “MMmmm.” she said sucking it off my fingers sexually up and down like a blow job. she slurped it up and laughed to herself.
“Come on.” she said picking up her small bag and finishing off her drink. Lotta groped my cock and gave me a huge tongue lingering kiss. “Let’s go up stairs, I can’t wait any longer.”
We headed out the bar and towards the elevator where once inside Lotta hunted for her room key as she pressed for floor 8.
As the door shut Lotta dropped her bag to the floor and leapt upwards into my arms, she was so easy to pick up and I lifted her off the ground and pressed her against the elevator wall, she wrapped her legs around me as we kissed, she began to dry hump my groin as she groaned. I slipped out one of her juicy yet small titties and sucked the life out of them. She yelped a little taken aback by the surprise. Lotta’s hand delved down the front of my jeans and instantly gripped my throbbing cock, she placed a finger down my foreskin and circled the hard head of my cock.
The doors opened and we almost crawled to Lotta’s room still with our hands and arms in intimate places.
We were finally inside the plush apartment and before the door had shut I threw Lotta against the wall and was on her, as we kissed manically and passionately my hands ran up her leg and under her dress finding her slopping wet pussy and I stuck three fingers in immediately and with my thumb pressing her clit like a button and rubbing it. Lotta’s pussy was squelching more than her mouth was, my other hand pulled down her dress and exposed her small boobs, I grabbed one as I firmly groped it until a shiny bit of milk oozed out, I sank my teeth over it and sucked her titty almost dry.
Lotta had my 8 inch member in her hand and was wanking it so ferociously I thought she was going to pull it off.
“What did you do with that guy down stairs?” I asked quietly.
“I did to his dick the same thing you’re doing to my titty – sucked it dry.” she said giggling to herself.
“You dirty cunt.” I said coming up for air from her delicious titty. “You haven’t changed have you, you kinky bitch.”
Lotta laughed. “Haha no I haven’t. Not one bit.” she said slowing down as she wanked me off all whilst I slipped a fourth finger into her wet snatch.
“I bet you were doing that behind my back the whole time we were dating.” I said nonchalently.
“Well….” she said. “Maybe once or twice.” she said giggling with her Swedish accent.
I stopped finger blasting her pussy and looked her in the eye.
“What? you know I have a high as fuck sex-drive.” she said smirking.
“Oh you’re gonna pay for that.” I said.
“What you going to do about i-” she said without finishing.
I grabbed Lotta and threw her towards the vacant chair, she landed over the arm exposing her soft peachy ass, I hitched up her skirt and thrust my dick inside her ass balls deep. As I thrusted inside her I threw my clothes off and finally grabbed her blonde hair gripping it with my fist as I sank my dick deeper inside her. I could feel her tremor as I really hit the spot. Hearing her gasp and groan made me begin to thump her ass as I fucked her harder and harder.
“You’re such a cheating bitch Lotta. What the fuck are you?” I yelled.
“I’m a fucking bitch-”
“-A what?!”
“A fucking cheating bitch.”
“What for Lotta?!” I yelled.
“For sucking other guys’ dicks…” she said sounding faint and out of breath.
“I can’t believe I let you get away with it, Lotta.” I said speeding up the thrust becoming shorter and harder.
“I also swallowed all their cum too…it was delicious!” she said panting away.
“You cheating whore.”
“I’m a cheating whore, John.”
I grabbed the Swedish petite blonde and threw her on the bed, she fell on her front as I leapt on her back and sank my dick into her arse again, I gripped her hair and thrust her head back as I came into her ass as I cried out loud and pushed her head back into the covers.
Lotta was panting and out of breath, she sounded weak, and like she was about to pass out, I rolled her over as she smiled back stroking my face, I kissed her on the lips and fed her my tongue. i went limp and fell to the side of her beautifully fit body; she had drained me out.
Lotta was still giggling to herself as she scooped up the cum from her ass and put it in her mouth to taste.
“MMMMMM.” she said going back for more.
“That’s a shitload.” she said licking her fingers clean.
I left her glistening wet body lying there on the bed as I limped to the bathroom laughing that she had destroyed me after only 5 minutes.
I was taking a piss when I heard a knock at the door, my first thought was that Lotta had pre-ordered a drink for the night so we could let loose and get shit-faced. But what I heard were two manly voices entering our room greeted by a happy Lotta

To Be Continued.

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