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“Promise not to fall in love while you’re away?” Lana asked as she wrapped her arms around me. “I’ve told you several times already,” I snapped at her. I had begun to get more than frustrated with her. “This is just a business trip and nothing more, besides I’ve never been the type to just fall in love,” I said. She held on a little longer before she finally let me go. We kissed one last time and then I was off. As I walked down the runway I waved good-bye. She waved back animatedly. One look at her and I regretted letting her get on my nerves. Quickly I ran back into the waiting area and gave her a quick kiss. “I love you, ok? I’ll call you when I get there.” I turned around and left. I knew she was probably gonna start crying and I couldn’t bear to see that. After I settled into my seat I thought about what she’d said. Why was she so worried about me falling in love with someone else? She knows I could only love her, now falling in lust that’s a different story, I thought. Falling in lust was something I did on a regular basis and this trip would be no different. I settled in and enjoyed the flight, in just a few hours I would be in sunny California. The plane landed as scheduled. Luckily it had been a very smooth flight. I made my way through the busy airport, where beautifully tanned women and men surrounded me. My eyes went everywhere as I checked out both sexes. I’d never been one to discriminate, a nice piece of man ass will do just as good as any pussy, and actually sometimes I preferred a man, lots less hassle. I shifted my semi hard cock and made my way to the luggage claim. I saw my luggage come around and went for it. At the same time a voluptuous brunette reached for the same bag. “Excuse me,” I said. “I’m pretty sure this one is mine.” “Oh I’m so sorry, I just landed and here I’m a little nervous.” From her accent I could tell this stunning beauty was brand new to our lovely country. I looked her up and down. She had a very European style, which my cock instantly responded to. I’ve always been attracted to European women; they’re the kinkiest. She smiled at me. I wondered if she knew what I was thinking. I extended my hand and introduced myself. “Hi, I’m Bruce.” Shyly she took my hand. Hers were so small against mine, so delicate. “Hello Bruce I’m Victoria.” She blushed slightly, which stirred something in me. More than anything I wanted to take her. I didn’t care where or how I just wanted to ram my thick cock inside of her and make her come alive. That’s the kind of US hospitality she needed. “Victoria that is such a beautiful name,” I said. “Thank you,” she said then pointed at a piece of luggage. “My bag.” I reached forward and grabbed it. It was almost an exact replica of mine. I could see how she got confused. Her hand lingered on mine as I handed her, her luggage. I wondered what those hands would feel like all over my body. “Are you staying nearby?” I asked. “Yes I’m staying at the Sheraton.” “That’s where I’m staying,” I lied. “We can ride over there together if you like.” “Oh yes, that would be so great. I’m not sure where the hotel is.” “Well let’s go |
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Victoira the Great
