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"A new adventure, an exotic woman and a new position that changes my life"

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The Amazon

It had been a big couple of weeks backpacking around the UK. I looked forward to a hot shower and real bed for the first time in a few days as I checked into the backpackers.

I navigated up the hall, finding the small room and pressing the door to enter.

“Oh shoot, sorry!” I exclaimed, seeing a girl inside. “Must have the wrong room”

“No it’s fine” she grumbled. “This is a mixed room, probably is the right one”

“Oh cool” I said, moving back in to the room as I confirmed her accent. “Hey are you from New Zealand too?”

We got chatting and she confirmed that she was, backpacking around for a bit and how small the world was to end up in the same place. The room was simple with a bunk bed, she had already claimed the top bunk but I was happy to settle into the bottom.

She was short and dumpy, with shoulder length black hair, green eyes and a chip on her shoulders, out to expose the patriarchy and the like. She wore a black summer dress with combat boots, her legs as hairy as her armpits.

It was intimidating for a skinny ginger 19 year old, malnourished from the days of exploratory walking and poor food with the shy demeanour of the nerd I was. We made awkward small talk as I plugged in my devices to charge and made use of the shower in the adjacent block.

When I returned, she asked if I wanted to head up to the garden roof, where we shared a couple of drinks and watched the sun set in the late evening of summer. I listened intently as she discussed politics and her belief that the system was set up and controlled by a powerful few.

While I did agree with a lot of it, I gently challenged some of her ideas. When mentioning that the entire world was controlled and manipulated by the patriarchy for the males own sexual and personal power games, I disagreed.

“Yes, I believe those people exist, wholeheartedly, but not all men are like that…” I explained. “In fact, it could be argued that some women actively, deliberately and manipulatively use sex to gain their own power…”

Even though we touched on some sensitive subjects, the conversation was filled with respect and open minds.

“Thank you, for engaging with me” she nodded, reflectively. “I know I can come across as… aggressive. I know I’m not your traditional barbie, I know I have hairy legs and political views. I know I can be a lot. But I am woman”

“And I am a man” I replied. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t respect you, or man secretly plotting to try and hold you back or sexualise you. I respect you. I respect everyone”

“That’s true and mature” she said, thoughtfully. “I just didn’t want you to think I’m less of woman because of my views…. Or that I think you are less of man because of yours…”

There was definitely a power dynamic in play, and not in my favour. She had the confidence and self belief that I lacked, yet we vibed on the energy where there wasn’t a direct challenging or egotistical battle going on. We both knew she held the reins.

The night cooled and eventually security arrived and closed the rooftop garden and before retiring to bed, she headed to the bathroom to shower.

I was fast sleep by the time she returned, yet woke disoriented in the middle of the night, feeling the bunk bed shake and move. I froze, unsure of what was happening.

I heard her whimper, the movement rhythmic and random at the same time. I could hear the wetness, my ears and eyes straining in the dim light trying to ascertain what was going on.

“Mmmhmm” came a moan as my brain finally put together what was happening. My cock instantly hardened as I tried not to disturb her, but the frame of the bed creaked loudly as I moved slightly.

I felt her movements pause.

“Are you awake?” She grunted, almost pissed off. I hesitated, unsure if she was upset i had caught her in the act. “Well? Are you?”

“Ummm sort of” I replied sleepily. “I sort of just woke up, is everything okay?”

“No, I can’t seem to make myself cum….” She said, matter of factly. “Can I use your mouth?”

“Yes” I responded, unconsciously, before I’d even had a chance to register the question.

In a flash she had slid from the top bunk, lifting her oversized t-shirt up over her hips and mounted my face. I groaned into her as she smothered me, her scent strong and overwhelming, her bush thick and exotic as if barely had time to orientate myself.

She ground the stiffness of her clit into my lips, which naturally parted as my tongue delved instinctively into her folds. She rocked back, my tongue exploring into her moist slit as she groaned. Her flavour was strong and pungent, being forced to inhale her full scent through my nostrils as she smothered my mouth.

Her legs pinned my arms to the bed, though I don’t believe it was intentional, their hairy sensation as mind blowing as the assertive nature of her actions. My cock throbbed as I recalled her word; “can I USE your mouth?”

I gasped as she ground backwards, giving me enough space to breathe for a few seconds, before I began an all out assault of her sensitive clit with my tongue as she hummed with appreciation, enjoying it for a few moments before sliding forwards.

“That’s it” she groaned again. “Worship my asshole you little bitch”

I groaned in appreciation as my tastebuds swirled around her hairy asshole, her groans only encouraging me before I darted the tip in and out to her, begging myself not to cum in my pants at the arousal. The fact she had called me her bitch was both disrespectful and exciting.

She angled forward, driving down and grinding her clit back into my mouth with a hiss. Her motions became more frantic as she fucked her groin into my mouth.

“Oh god that’s it!!!!” She moaned. “I’m going to come….”

She hissed and bucked onto me, grinding powerfully as her voice echoed through the small room. Her pussy pulsated, pungent fluids dripping into my mouth and coating my face before she shuddered and let out a deep sigh.

I felt her whole body vibrating, smothering me as her soul eventually returned to her body before she dismounted me, leaving me gasping.

“Good boy” she said, patting my chest as I rolled slightly, gathering my breath. It was enough to expose my underwear below the sheet, and she glanced down. “Ohh look at how hard you are….”

She grabbed my 9 inch cock through my underwear, not just firmly wrapping her hands, but with force, grabbing my shaft hard. I twisted beneath her as she choked my cock.

“You want me to fuck you like an Amazon queen?” She asked, almost rhetorically, releasing me and striding to the other side of the room.

“Yes” I whimpered, before thinking quickly. “I don’t even know what that means, but yes!”

She chuckled, inserting a coin and getting a condom from the wall mounted dispenser and tossing it to me.

“Put this on” she instructed, pulling her shirt off over her head to reveal her naked glory, including round pierced nipples in the dimness. “Let me show you….”

I slid the rubber sheath onto my 9 inches of throbbing cock, barley having time to kick my underwear off, before she grabbed my legs and spun me out at 90 degrees to the bed, my legs dangling off the edge as she positioned herself between them as I rolled the final stroke down me.

She parted my legs, pressing my knees up towards my chest and reached down to grab my base. I became suddenly nervous she was about to finger my virgin hole, but retrospectively I notice that I never protested or stopped her either.

Instead she pressed the tip of my cock down away from my body, rising her hips up and over and lowering herself onto it. I groaned as I entered her dampness, her body humping into me.

The position was mind bending, my back on the bed as she stood on the floor between my parted legs and rode me. It was almost the complete opposite of the male dominated missionary position and it felt both amazing and demeaning, the movements almost the same as if I was being pegged.

I shuddered and my eyes rolled, and she leant forward over me slightly to reinforce her position of power. She placed one hand on the top bunk and groaned as she humped me.

“Don’t you dare even think of coming…” she growled between her teeth. “Don’t even think about coming until your queen has used you for all the pleasure I can wring from you”

“Yes, my queen” I whimpered. “Oh that feels sooooo good!”

“Take that pussy, you little bitch” she grunted, her tits bouncing as she fucked me. “It’s call the Amazon position, I knew a little bitch like you would want this. Your dick is actually pretty good though!”

She grunted, her body suddenly pulsing, almost annoyed at me, as she climaxed hard and fast before grinding into me, gasping.

“Please may I cum?” I whimpered, hoping now she had climaxed, I would be allowed. It only invoked a smirk from her.

“Not yet” she hummed, adjusting her position slightly, grabbing the top bunk as leverage and squatting deeper so she could fuck me harder and faster. Our taints slapped together with each stroke, her ass grinding against my balls, causing enough slight discomfort to offset my desire for climax for now.

Her strokes got faster and faster, fucking me ruthlessly. My hands instinctively reached down to her asscheeks, pulling them in, encouraging her roughness.

“Please may I cum” I begged, a little more desperate this time.

“Not yet” She repeated, but her voice a little higher this time. I could feel myself building.

“Please, please may I cum?” I groaned again. I didn’t know how much more I could take. I didn’t even know how I had lasted that long.

“Not yet!” She shouted, but I could tell she was close. That only seemed to make it harder to hold on. “Just shut up and take this pussy, bitch!”

After a few more strokes I started to ask again.

“Please, please my queen, please can I….”

“Oh god…” she cut me off, her body contorting with pleasure. “Cum for me you little bitch!” She growled as her body was possessed by the orgasm demon. Tossing her head back, she shook violently, nearly shearing my dick off at the base as climactic pleasure ripped through her body.

The tension seemed to release from my body, the moment she granted permission. In the second wave of her orgasm, I felt my body relax and sink into the bed before a comforting warmth ignited from deep within me, quickly engulfing a raging inferno of uncontrollable pleasure that separated me from any conscious thoughts.

My balls tightened and time slowed. I felt the mechanical actions one by one within my groin, like the scenes in fast and furious where NOS is injected into the engines. My testicles expelled my cum, mixing with the semen fluid, rushing up my tubes to the base of my cock where it squeezed causing the sticky mess to flood pleasurably along my length and blast from my tip deep within her, caught my the tip of the latex barrier between us.

I felt every cell in my body squeeze, every fibre of my being ripped from its task to focus on my pleasure, every part of my being facing the Mecca of orgasmic delight.

Pulse after pulse of hot cum shot from me as I grabbed her ass, pulling deeper in desperation until we finally both collapsed in exhausted disorientation. As my body began to refocus, my eyes slowly stopping swirling, she raised up and slid off me, my semi rigid wet cock slapping against my body, the condom swollen with cum.

“Ahhh, that was just what I needed” she sighed, pulling on her nightshirt and climbing back to the top bunk.

There was no cuddles after, no hugging, no comforting. My body had been used, I’d been fucked and then discarded aside.

And i loved it.

I cleaned myself off and went to use the bathroom, splashing water across my face and resetting my mind. As I quietly slipped back into the room, she was already fast asleep and I laid on my side watching the flicking of the streetlight as I reassessed my life.

I eventually slipped off to a deep and restful sleep, and when I woke in the morning, I stretched out before rising from my bed, the memories of the previous night came flooding back. As I rolled out of bed, she was gone, all her things packed as if she hadn’t been there.

I questioned my memory, seeing the used condom in the bin, and I felt some similar idea between myself and the discarded item, used for sexual pleasure and then tossed aside.

And I loved it.

You never even gave me your name, but whoever you are, Amazon queen, you changed my life.

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