I Flew From Costa Rica to NYC to Seduce THEE Boyslut
I was his first fuck post-vasectomy, and our sex was ~loco~
The Boyslut wrote about his experience meeting and having sex with Alexa. Now Alexa recalls her side of the story.
The second I received an email from a sex blanket brand inviting me to an influencer event in NYC, my wheels started spinning. Who is going to this? Is it worth the trip? Wait! Is Zach invited? Will this be my chance to have sex with thee Boyslut?
Before committing, I asked about the invite list. To my surprise, Zach had already RSVP'd, so with that information, I began planning my trip with two goals: network and have Zach's dick inside of me.
I was confident that I had a real chance at fucking thee Boyslut. It might sound cocky, but the man advertises having fucked over 2,000 bodies and is constantly asking—nearly begging—for folks to slide into his DMs. So, yeah, it definitely seemed plausible.
Still, he doesn’t actually sleep with everyone. He still has standards and preferences like the rest of us. If I got there and he flat-out rejected me, I would be devastated. I mean, I planned my entire trip around seeing his cock this man. So I lowered my expectations and made a two-week trip out of it. If I didn’t fuck him, I could at least enjoy the city that never sleeps.
Like a good slut myself, I had sex the day I got to the city and also secured an invite to a private sex party function. There, I met Zach unexpectedly. (I wasn’t mentally prepared! I thought I would meet him the following day at the press event.)
He walked in with his pleather shorts, exposing his long-ass legs, and I just knew I had to have him. "Zach, this is Alexa," said our mutual friend.
He was appropriately cordial, but it wasn't until someone told him I was Costa Rican that he realized I was the Alexa he had been DMing with for the past few years. My second greeting came with a much warmer hug.
I basically ditched my date and started interviewing Zach with the fervor of a young, intrepid reporter. After reading his publications and following his Instagram for years, it came as no surprise that his personality was exactly what I had expected: an eloquent, excited bisexual with the hairiest chest I'd ever seen. He was kind to answer every single one of my questions thoroughly; the whole time, I stared at his furry pecs. (I’m a filthy whore for a hairy chest.)
While I meant to flirt, there were too many things I wanted to know about him. It was mostly professional interest, but I was slightly fangirling. Luckily, Zach didn't seem to mind that I already knew intimate details about his life. (I mean, he shares a lot in his memoir.)
Aside from spilling my drink all over him, I threw some obvious hints that flew right past him. (Note from the editor: They were not obvious.) He also mentioned he couldn't have sex yet because of his recent vasectomy and that he avoids fucking his coworkers. (We've never worked together but still work in the space.) Now I have zero problems combining work with pleasure since my work revolves around pleasure. But alas, I accepted defeat.
When my visibly horny date reappeared, with his massive erect cock swinging back and forth, hitting his thighs, I figured I might as well fuck him, and well, some other folks too. Sex with Zach wasn’t going to happen. But after fooling around (and cumming), I found myself alone. Zach saw me and walked up to me.
I wore a black thong, but with the way he looked at me, it was as if I stood before him fully naked. I don’t exactly remember what we first said. But after a few sentences, he asked if he could kiss me.
"Yes, please kiss me," I replied.
Fortunately, we were sitting down because he was—is—well over a foot taller than me. A few seconds later, he asked if he could touch me. "Please touch me," I pleaded and then proceeded to sit on top of him, rubbing my near-naked body against his. My tits were in his face. My ass was massaging his growing cock. He wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me in closer, kissing my lips, then my neck, then my breasts.
I was shocked. I thought he couldn’t do anything because he was still tender from his vasectomy. Hell, I was shocked we were even kissing after the "no colleagues" rule.
"Are you sure this is okay?" I asked.
"Yes. I am sure,” he said. He paused while maintaining eye contact and then directly asked: “Do you want to go fuck?"
“Are you sure?” I replied. While I love being a temptress, I didn’t want Zach to hurt his groin or regret fucking a semi-colleague the next morning. He looked at me with fiery intent. “I am very, very sure.”
I smiled, and he led me by the hand to an empty bedroom.
(Zach and I together at Hedonism II, in Jamacia)
I could tell Zach was dying to stick his dick in something—anything wet after having to wait a full week without cumming. (His cock could cut through glass). Suddenly, I felt nervous—I was before this supposed sex legend. And he was the entire reason I planned this goddamn trip. But then I remembered: I am the sexwithalexa, a sex goddess in my own right.
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