Hypnotized Surrender: Raw Camino Stranger Fuck

The guesthouse door creaks open on the Camino path. Sweat clings to my skin like a second layer, heart pounding from the day’s hike. I drop my pack. Shower first. Steam fills the room. Water scalds my aching muscles. Downstairs, dinner waits. Bernard sits there. Tall, stocky, plain face. We talk paths, pilgrim motives. His voice low, steady. Eyes barely meet mine. Meal ends. Upstairs landing. His hands clamp my shoulders. Sudden. Heavy. I freeze. His gaze locks. Deep, unblinking. Pulse races. Throat tightens. No words. He pushes me back into my room. Door clicks shut. Sits me on the bed. Unzips. Pants drop. Cock hangs heavy. Takes my hand. Wraps it around. Skin hot, veined. Guides the stroke. Slow at first. It swells. Thickens. Grows monstrous. Heart hammers. Can’t look away. His eyes command. Head gripped. Pulled down. Gland presses lips. Forces in. Salty. Thick. Fills mouth. Thrusts start. Shallow. Then deep. Gagging. Tears stream. No escape.

Throat burns. He rotates hips. Punches deeper. Balls slap chin. Body tenses. Groans build. Cums. Jets flood. Choke. Swallow fails. Sperme dribbles. Coughs. He pulls out. ‘Needed to empty my balls.’ Walks away. Door shuts. Knees weak. Lips swollen. Pussy throbs. Empty. Furious. Aroused.

The Fever Ignites

Next afternoon. Feet drag. That address burned in brain. Here again. Owner smiles. ‘Your friend waits.’ Upstairs. He reads. Eyes lift. ‘Bathroom open.’ Shower again. Door ajar. Naked. Towel drops. Mirror fogs. He enters. Cock rigid. Hand spreads legs. Rams in. Brutal. One thrust. Belly slams sink. Pain shoots. He pounds. Hard. Relentless. Wet slaps echo. Open door. Whole house hears. No condom. Reckless. Heat builds. Walls clench. He grunts. Fills me. Hot spurts. Pulls out. Wipes cock on ass. ‘Dinner downstairs.’ Leaves me dripping. Frustrated fire.

Table. Hand squeezes ass. Unbuttons shirt. ‘Lose the bra.’ Obey. Tits swing free. Nipples poke fabric. Hosts stare. He lies smooth. ‘Met last night.’ Humiliation burns cheeks. Heat pools low. Dessert done. ‘Room. Now.’ Follow. Red-faced. Bed claims him. Me too. No foreplay. Flips me. Fucks missionary. Savage. Doggy. Side. Legs quake. No climax for me. He unloads deep. Snores follow.

Blaze of Total Possession

Dawn. Face down. He mounts. Slides in pussy. Fingers dig hips. Kneels me. Thumb probes ass. Slap stings. Spits. Forces cockhead. Tears. Rips. Burns. Full now. Pounds anus. Merciless. Groins louder. Cums inside. Hot flood. Withdraws. Shoves in mouth. Filthy. Sweat. Cum. Shit. Taste gags. Clean him. Tongue laps. ‘Good slut.’ Dresses. Gone.

Bed cold. Ass aches. Thighs sticky. Heart slows. Skin still fevered. Unique scar. Saw him online days ago. Eyes pull again. Resist. Barely.