"Oh, Jack!" moaned my girlfriend Tiffany as I continued to drive my cock deep into her cunt.
We were in London. We were in London, England to be specific. We weren't in some little American town that happened to be called London. We were in a hotel room in the heart of the capital city fucking our American brains out.
I was here to work a technology conference. Tiffany was absolutely ecstatic when I told her that my employers wanted me to take my wife or girlfriend with me It must have been the simple thought of going to London that caused Tiffany to orgasm so hard that night in our hometown of Los Angeles after I told her about it.
What Tiffany didn't know and what she would never know was I was here for The Contest and its administrators instructed us to bring our girlfriends or wives. In hotel rooms across the city, six other men who were here for The Contest were likely fucking their girlfriends. I doubted any of the men were married. It seemed unlikely. Tomorrow we wouldn't see our girlfriends for seven days.
Tiffany knew she wouldn't see me. It was part of her agreement to come to London. She would think I was stuck living and sleeping at the conference center. She wouldn't be able to contact me. The Contest organizers provided money so she could occupy her time shopping while she was alone. It was a lot of money but it was easy to spend it all if one frequented certain outrageously expensive shops.
"Yes!" I growled as I penetrated completely with a strong stroke.
"Oh, Jack. Yes, Jack! Yes!" she moaned. She was close.
Tiffany and I had been together for nearly two years now and I always knew when she was near orgasm. I thrusted harder and faster so I would cum about the same time she did.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" she cried out. Those words were her sign of imminent orgasm.
I groaned gutturally and pressed my cock down forcefully.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she shouted. "Yes!" She was in the middle of cumming.
I didn't breath. I continued to press down. I pulled my cock back quickly then slammed it home.
"Ahhh!" I grunted and exhaled hard as my cock exploded cum.
Afterwards, We cuddled and kissed.
"I'm going to miss you," I said.
It was mostly the truth.
If things went right in The Contest, I would fuck seven women I was yet to meet over the next seven days.
I wouldn't go without sex like Tiffany was about to do, however if I was in some strange alternate universe and had to choose only one girl to fuck for the rest of my life it would be Tiffany. The reason I was with her for so long was beyond that she was a sexy, 25-year old brunette with a fantastic body and she was incredible in bed. That type of beauty and sexuality were not hard to find especially where I lived. Tiffany was also smart and had a great sense of humor. When I met her, she worked as a dental hygienist which was way below her abilities yet she still worked there. I asked her out the first day I met her and the rest was history.
"I'll miss you too," she replied. "Have a great conference. Make lots of sales."
"I will," I said. I hoped to sell seven women an interest in fucking me.
It was ten minutes before 8 AM on Sunday morning. I showed my ID card to the two burly guys at the front door. Technically they were domestic servants. In reality they were guards.
"Come," one man said.
I entered and was immediately patted down by the second man. Hey! Too friendly! Much too friendly! Don't touch there! That's what will win me The Contest. The first man ran a wand over me.
"Clear," the first man said.
"Clear," the second man said.
"Place your thumbs."
I was forcibly turned toward the computer console. I put a thumb on each biometric scanner. In a second the screen said, "Accepted."
"Welcome, Mr. Jackson," the second man said.
"Through the door straight ahead," the first man said.
"Thank you," I said. I walked confidently. I was sufficiently mentally recovered from the necessary groping.
"Hello," an old man greeted brightly. I estimated him to be in his 70s. "Welcome, Mr. Jackson. I am Smith."
"Call me Jack." I stretched out my hand.
"I've heard many good things about you."
We shook hands.
A butler approached and gave me a sheet of paper.
Smith said, "That is a list of all the contestants. It is always good to know who you are up against."
I scanned the list. I spotted my name first even though it was the fifth one on the list. My line said my name, age, city, and country of origin.
Jack Jackson, 27, Los Angeles, United States.
Another man approached and said, "Hello there. I'm Nigel. That name right there." He touched the first name on the list. "Six time defending champion."
"Jack Jackson," I replied with a stutter. I was surprised. This man was Nigel?
"Don't be so shocked," reading the expression on my face. "I may be 15 years your senior, but I have experience none of you young children have."
"Nice to meet you," I recovered.
"So you're the American this year?"
He scanned me up and down. "Pity. I was hoping for some real competition this year." He turned and left.
I scanned through the rest of the list of contestants.
Nigel's name was first as he pointed out. He was 42 and was from here in London, England.
The other names were:
Henri, 32, from Paris, France.
Leonardo, 25, from Rome, Italy but we ended up calling him "Lenny".
Dylan, 31, from Sydney, Australia. We nicknamed him "Outback", of course.
Hikaru, 24, from Tokyo, Japan. We called him "Sulu" despite the revelations about the actor's sexuality.
Boris, 29, from Moscow, Russia.
The final two contestants arrived before the clock turned eight, so all seven contestants were in.
Mr. Smith explained the logistics of what we already knew. We would travel for seven days to seven different countries. Each country we traveled to was one of the seven countries represented by each contestant, so everyone had an advantage in one location. We needed to have sex with a native woman from each country by midnight of each night. We only had the day and evening after we arrived at each locale to convince a woman into bed.
We were given our flight information. We would start in Paris then go to Los Angeles. Next was Sydney, Tokyo, Moscow, Rome, and finally back to London.
We were each given covert equipment to record our trysts. It looked like it was straight out of the CIA or MI-5. I'm not at liberty to divulge any additional information about it.
Chapter 1: Paris, France
We took the one hour flight out of Heathrow at noon and arrived at 2 PM. Paris is one hour ahead. I checked into my hotel room and set up to record my union.
I decided to try a nightclub near my hotel. I needed a French woman to qualify. I knew there were a lot of tourists at the local clubs, but there should also be a lot of French women here on business for the various conventions. Just like in America, there would be plenty of men and women away from home looking for something or someone to break the loneliness and monotony.
I spotted a target at the bar. She was a shapely brunette in business attire. She still wore her lanyard that indicated she worked at one of the booths at a hotel conference.
I approached her.
"You look tired," I said, sitting down on her right.
"Yes," she replied in a French accent and eyed me.
Good! She was French and she knew some English. The latter was not unimportant. I wasn't bilingual.
"Working a conference?" I asked.
"Yes." she responded with one word again. She was appraising me.
"Me, too. I like Paris but I get tired of it. Is it the same for you?"
"I like to be home. I am in Paris so much I think I should buy a home here."
I laughed politely then said, "I don't have anyone ... at home, but it's still my home."
"I am alone too and I also like to be home."
"My name is Jack by the way."
We shook hands then I softly held it.
"I like to meet new friends. You are very beautiful," I said looking at her.
"Perhaps we can be friends and not be so lonely," I said gently.
"Perhaps," she said and stared into my eyes.
"So where's your conference at?"
"Merleau? My hotel is the Merleau, but I'm working the conference at LaSalle. Why couldn't they put me in the same hotel as the conference? They cost about the same."
"I'm staying at LaSalle."
She was? Excellent!
"Maybe we should switch rooms?" I playfully suggested.
"Maybe," she said with a friendly smile.
"Or maybe share a room?" I ventured.
"Shall we... ?"
"Hello!" interrupted Nigel. He sat down on her left. "Is this American being rude to you? You shouldn't bother the pretty lady, Jack."
I responded, "This is my co-worker Nigel. As you can see he has the misfortune of being British."
"What's your name, pretty lady?" Nigel asked.
"I hope you weren't thinking of going off with this ... this American." He said it as though it was the biggest insult to be an American.
"Nigel. I'm trying to take care of you," I butted in. I looked at Sophie. "Would you consider sleeping with my dear friend Nigel? He's British so he has absolutely no experience with females whatsoever. As you can imagine, he's so very, very lonely."
Nigel gave a timid smile to Sophie after my mocking.
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