Fantasy Sex Story with Tommy Gunn: A British Girl’s Journey

Leaving Heathrow, I could feel the excitement bubbling in my chest. At 23, I was finally going to America. I was dressed in jean shorts and a crop top, wanting to look the part. I clutched my boarding pass, feeling the smooth paper between my fingers as I walked through the bustling airport. My red bob-cut hair swayed slightly with each step, and I couldn’t help but smile at the adventure ahead. The hum of conversations and the clatter of suitcases filled the air, blending into a symphony of travel.

The flight was long, but I entertained myself with movies and a book. I couldn’t help but daydream about all the places I’d visit and the people I’d meet. As the plane descended, I gazed out the window, captivated by the sprawling cityscape below. America. The land of possibilities.

After clearing customs, I made my way to baggage claim. The airport was huge, and the unfamiliar surroundings made me excited and nervous. I grabbed my suitcase and headed towards the exit, my heart racing anxiously.

As I reached the main concourse, I bumped into a tall man with a neatly trimmed beard. My handbag slipped from my shoulder, spilling its contents across the floor. Lipstick, wallet, phone—everything scattered.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” he said, bending down to help.

I knelt, too, gathering my things. “It’s alright.”

We reached for my wallet at the same time, our hands brushing. I looked up into his eyes, which were a deep, warm brown. He smiled and handed it to me.

“I’m Thomas Joseph Strada, but most people call me Tommy Gunn,” he said, still holding my wallet.

I blinked, taken aback. “Tommy Gunn? Like from Rocky? You don’t look like him.”

He chuckled, a rich, pleasant sound. “I get that a lot. The nickname stuck from school, but I promise, no boxing for me.”

“Mmmm,” I mused, looking at him closely. “I feel like I’ve seen you before, but I just don’t know where from. I’m from the UK, so I’m unsure how I know you.”

Tommy smiled, a twinkle in his eye. “Well, I do some modelling and a bit of acting. Maybe you’ve seen me in an ad or a magazine? I’ve done a few international campaigns.”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “That must be it. You do have that familiar face.”

After we finished picking up my things, he helped me stand. “Thanks, Tommy. I’m Sarah Jade.”

“Nice to meet you, Sarah. First time in America?”

“Yeah, just landed. Any tips for a newbie?”

He grinned, a playful glint in his eyes. “Plenty. How about I show you around? I know a great coffee shop nearby.”

I hesitated, but his smile was infectious. “That sounds great. I’m staying at the Hilton, by the way. Do you know it?”

Tommy’s smile widened. “Hilton, huh? No, save your money. I love your accent, by the way. A cute British girl like you deserves better. Hey, I have a penthouse not far from here. Why don’t you stay there? It’s got an amazing view, and I promise, no funny business.”

I looked at him, trying to gauge if he was serious. His expression was sincere, his eyes kind. “That’s a generous offer, Tommy. Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. Besides, I could use some company. What do you say?”

I bit my lip, considering. The idea of staying in a penthouse was tempting, and Tommy seemed genuine. “Alright, Tommy. Lead the way.”

As we walked out of the airport together, I felt excited. America was already turning out to be more than I had imagined. Tommy flagged down a taxi, and we climbed in, the city lights twinkling around us.

“So, Sarah, what brings you to the States?” he asked as the taxi sped through the streets.

“Just needed a change of scenery. Thought I’d see what all the fuss is about.”

He laughed. “Well, you’ve come to the right place. There’s plenty to see and do here.”

We chatted the entire ride; his easygoing nature made me feel comfortable. When we arrived at his building, I was awestruck. The penthouse was everything he had promised—spacious and luxurious, with a breathtaking view of the city skyline.

“Wow, Tommy, this is incredible,” I said, stepping inside.

“Glad you like it. Make yourself at home,” he replied, setting my suitcase down. “I’ll give you the grand tour.”

The living room was expansive, with floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased the city below. Modern furniture and tasteful art pieces adorned the space, creating a cosy yet sophisticated atmosphere.

“Over here is the kitchen,” Tommy said, leading me through the open-plan area. “Feel free to help yourself to anything. And if you need to do laundry or anything, the machines are in there.”

I nodded, taking it all in. “This is amazing, Tommy. Thank you for letting me stay here.”

He smiled. “It’s my pleasure. Now, let me show you the best part.”

He led me to the living room and then onto a spacious balcony. The view was breathtaking, but what caught my eye was the large hot tub beside a glistening swimming pool. “Did you bring any swimwear?” he asked, turning to me.

“Yes, a red bikini. Why?” I replied, curiosity piqued.

He pointed to the hot tub, a playful grin on his face. “Care to join me for a glass of wine in the hot tub?”

I looked at the hot tub, then back at him, surprised. “Wow, that looks cool. I’d love to.”

Tommy’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Great! I’ll grab the wine. You can change in there,” he said, pointing to a nearby room.

As I stepped inside to change, I couldn’t help but smile. This trip turned out to be more exciting than I had ever imagined. The room he directed me to was luxurious, with a plush bed and a stunning city view. I quickly changed into my red bikini, feeling excited and nervous.

When I returned to the balcony, Tommy was already in the hot tub with two glasses of wine. He looked up and smiled, his eyes appreciating but respectful. “You look great, Sarah. Would you like to join me?”

I slid into the hot tub, the warm water enveloping me. Tommy handed me a glass of wine, and we clinked glasses. “To new adventures,” he said, his voice soft and sincere.

“To new adventures,” I echoed, taking a sip.

We chatted easily, the conversation flowing as naturally as the wine. Tommy told me more about his modelling and acting career, sharing funny stories and exciting experiences. I often laughed; his humour and charm made me feel at ease.

“So, you mentioned you do some acting,” I said, curiosity getting the better of me. “What kind of acting do you do?”

Tommy chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Honestly, you don’t want to know.”

I raised an eyebrow, even more intrigued. “No, tell me, please. Now I have to know.”

He sighed, still smiling. “Alright, alright. I’ve done a few cheesy commercials, a couple of low-budget films, and I’m an adult entertainer.”

I blinked, processing his words. “An adult entertainer? Like in…?”

He nodded, his smile turning a bit sheepish. “Yeah, those kinds of films.”

I gasped, my eyes wide with surprise. “Oh my God, now I know why you looked familiar! I’ve seen you on one of those ‘Top 10’ lists online.”

Tommy laughed heartily. “You Brits sure do a good job at the humour. Yep, that’s me.”

I giggled, finding the whole situation surreal. “I can’t wait to tell my friends I met you. They’ll never believe it.”

“Just make sure to tell them I’m nicer in real life,” he said with a wink.

The evening turned into night, the city lights sparkling around us. The warm water and the wine made everything feel surreal, like a dream I didn’t want to wake from. As we talked, I realized how much I enjoyed Tommy’s company. He was kind, attentive, and genuinely interesting.

Eventually, the conversation slowed, and we leaned back, enjoying the peaceful silence. The night sky was clear, stars twinkling above us.

“This is perfect,” I said softly, closing my eyes and savouring the moment.

“It is,” Tommy agreed. “And it’s just the beginning. There’s so much more to see and do here. Tomorrow, how about I take you on a city tour?”

“I’d love that,” I said, smiling at him. “Thank you, Tommy. For everything.”

“You’re welcome, Sarah. I’m glad you’re here.”

Feeling cheeky, I looked at him and asked, “Do you think I’ve got what it takes to do some acting with you? Have you ever done adult acting with a British person before, Tommy?”

Tommy burst out laughing, shaking his head. “Oh, Sarah, you are something else! Actually, yes, I have—a few times, with actresses like Syren Sexton. Also, yes, you look the part, and I would love to do acting with you. Wow, you want to do adult acting with me.”

Tommy’s laughter subsided, and he looked at me with a severe expression. “But I have to warn you, it’s not for the faint of heart. It’s explicit, intense, and can be emotionally draining. Are you sure you’re up for it?”

I bit my lip, considering his words. “Well, let’s just say I’ve done many things. I am just a naughty Brit girl.”

Tommy’s eyes narrowed, his gaze intensifying as he looked me up and down. “Well, in that case, I must test that theory.” He leaned closer, his breath hot on my neck. “What do you say, Sarah? Are you ready for a real taste of America?”

I could feel my heart racing as he whispered in my ear, his words sending a shiver down my spine. I turned to face him, my eyes meeting his. “Yes, Tommy. I’m ready for anything you have to offer.”

Without another word, Tommy wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close. His lips met mine, his kiss firm and passionate. I responded eagerly, my hands exploring his muscular chest as he deepened our kiss.

After what felt like an eternity, Tommy pulled away, a wicked grin on his face. “Follow me, Sarah. I’m going to show you a real American welcome.”

He led me back inside the penthouse, his hand gripping mine tightly. We walked past the luxurious living room and towards a door at the far end. Tommy opened it, revealing a dimly lit bedroom.

The bed was massive, with plush pillows and a soft comforter. A single lamp casts a warm glow over the room, creating a seductive atmosphere. Tommy closed the door behind us, his eyes locked on mine.

“Undress for me, Sarah,” he commanded, his voice low and husky. “Let me see all of you.”

I hesitated for a moment, my heart racing with anticipation. But something about Tommy’s confident demeanour made me feel safe and eager. I reached behind and unfastened my bikini top, letting it fall to the floor. I then slipped off my bottoms, standing before Tommy naked.

Tommy’s eyes widened, his gaze taking every inch of my body. “Fuck, Sarah,” he breathed. “You are fucking beautiful.”

Before I could respond, Tommy crossed the room and pulled me close. His lips met mine once again, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hands roamed my body. I could feel the heat building between us, my body responding to his touch.

We were still kissing. I started to moan into his mouth as his hand was rubbing my clit.

Tommy’s fingers worked their magic, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I moaned louder, my hips grinding against his hand as I surrendered to the building ecstasy.

He broke our kiss, his lips trailing down my neck as his hand continued to work my clit. I couldn’t help but moan, “Ughhh.”

Tommy’s mouth found my nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh as his fingers continued to tease my clit. I gasped, my body trembling with pleasure as he worshipped my breasts.

“You like that, Sarah?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

“Yes, Tommy. Don’t stop,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled, his breath warm against my skin. “Oh, I won’t. There is a reason why I am so damn good at my job, as you will soon see and feel.”

Tommy’s fingers left my clit, and I whimpered in protest. But he had other plans. He picked me up and laid me on the bed, his eyes dark with desire. He spread my legs apart and knelt between them, his gaze fixed on my pussy.

“Fuck, Sarah, you’re so wet, and I don’t mean from the hot tub, haha,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

Before I could respond, Tommy’s tongue was on my clit, licking and sucking with expert precision.

I moaned loudly as Tommy’s tongue sent waves of pleasure through my body. I had never felt anything like this before, and I couldn’t help but writhe beneath him. His tongue explored every inch of me, his fingers teasing my entrance as he continued to worship my pussy.

“You taste so fucking good, Sarah,” Tommy murmured against my skin, his breath hot and heavy.

I could only moan in response, my body trembling with pleasure as he continued to explore me. He slid one finger inside me, curling it to hit my G-spot.

“Oh Tommy, Mmmm… Ughh, this feels… so… so… fucking, ugh, good. I so want to suck, argh mmmm, I want your cock. Let me suck it.” I said, struggling to talk between moans.

Tommy grinned and stood up, his eyes glinting with lust. He quickly undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor, revealing his hard cock. I couldn’t help but stare, my eyes widening at his size.

“Like what you see, Sarah?” he asked, stroking his length.

“Fuck, Tommy, you’re huge,” I breathed, my mouth watering at the sight of him.

Tommy chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, sweetheart. But before we dive right in, baby, I want to see your mouth skills.” He said with his hand on my head, gesturing for me to get on my knees.

I eagerly obeyed, sinking to my knees in front of Tommy. My heart raced with excitement and anticipation as I looked up at him. He took his cock in his hand, guiding it towards my mouth. I opened eagerly, ready to take him in.

Tommy groaned as I took him into my mouth, his length filling me up. He was so big, and I struggled to take him all in, but I didn’t let that stop me. I started to suck him, using every trick I knew to pleasure him.

Tommy groaned as I sucked him, his fingers tightening in my hair as I bobbed my head up and down on his thick shaft. He tasted musky and salty, and I loved how he filled my mouth. I could feel myself growing more aroused by the second, my pussy growing wetter and wetter. I reached up to cup Tommy’s balls, feeling their weight in my hands as I continued to pleasure him with my mouth.

“Fuck, Sarah, you’re so good at that,” Tommy growled, his hips thrusting forward as he fucked my mouth. “You’re going to make me cum, baby. Only kidding. Ah fuck, Mmm, you’re good, but I can last long.”

Tommy pulled out of my mouth, a string of saliva connecting my lips to his cock. He looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re so fucking hot, Sarah. I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Tommy pulled me up from the floor and onto the bed, his eyes burning with lust. He spread my legs apart and positioned himself between them, his cock hovering just above my eager cunt.

“Are you ready for me, Sarah?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

“Yes, Tommy. I’m ready; time to show me what your big cock can do,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Tommy pushed inside me, filling me up completely. I gasped, my back arching off the bed as he filled me up. He started to move, his hips thrusting back and forth as he fucked me.

“Oh, Tommy, fuck my pussy,” I moaned, my nails digging into his back as he pounded into me.

Tommy’s cock felt like a fucking battering ram, ploughing into me with a relentless force that left me breathless and dizzy. I could feel every inch of him, the veins on his shaft rubbing against my sensitive walls as he stretched me to my limits.

“Fuck, you’re pussy feels so fucking good, darling, Sarah,” Tommy groaned, his hips pistoning faster as he drove deeper inside me. “I could stay inside you forever.”

He started talking with me as he fucked me like, haha am not sure if I could respond due to the deep fucking he was giving me. “So Sarah, what videos have you seen of me.”

His cock felt fucking amazing, I tried to get my words out, “The one where mmm ughh fucking hell, the one mmmm, where you fucked an mmmm, a shoplifter.”

Tommy grinned. “Ah, yes. The one with Aubree Ice. She was quite the firecracker. Or Bella Rolland. But you, Sarah, you’re even better. Your pussy feels like a vice grip around my cock, and you take it like a fucking champ.”

As Tommy continued to fuck me, his words only heightened my pleasure. His cock was turning me on more than I could have ever imagined, and I found myself moaning louder and louder as he ploughed into me. I just stared between my legs as he hammered the fuck out of me.

Tommy’s thrusts became more intense, his balls slapping against my ass with each powerful stroke. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my moans growing louder and more desperate.

“Fuck, Tommy, I’m gonna cum,” I gasp, my body trembling with pleasure as he pounds into me.

Tommy’s only response is to fuck me harder, “music to my ears, Sarah,” he growls as he starts to rub my clit, his fingers feeling so fucking good as he fucks me harder and faster.

The tension inside me builds, my muscles clenching as I prepare to explode. “Cum for me, Argh fuck, Sarah, fucking cum for me now,” Tommy demands, his voice low and guttural as he drives himself deeper inside me.

I shatter, my orgasm crashing over me like a tsunami. I scream, my body trembling as Tommy continues to fuck me through the aftershocks as I gush all over his hard-thrusting cock.

Tommy groans, his release following quickly after mine as he tries to keep fucking my cunt and holding back. Tommy’s thrusts grow more intense, his hips slamming against mine as he drives himself deeper inside me. “I’m there, Sarah. Here it comes, don’t worry, I won’t empty my load inside you,” he growls, his cock twitching inside me.

He quickly pulls out of me, his cock glistening with a mixture of our cum. He strokes himself, his release spurting out in long, powerful streams. It lands on my stomach, mingling with the wetness between my legs.

Tommy collapsed next to me, his breathing heavy and ragged. “Fuck, Sarah, that was incredible,” he said, his voice low and hoarse. “You are one talented fuck.”

I smiled, still reeling from the intense orgasm. “Thanks, Tommy. That was… mind-blowing.”