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It was astonished Linda and also frightened her a little, how small the room was, everything she still had in the world, in which borrowed Mercedes Sprinter took on. She let her eyes slim rather wistfully than really sad about the few furniture, a small cupboard, a cheap shelf, a uncomfortable sofa bed and the approximately twenty moving boxes slide. Should it really have been? This agonizing question marted her brain without ceasement and how often they were rolling back and forth in the spirit of the past six or seven weeks, the answer always remained the same.
And she kept everything from her frustrating finalness. Yes, that was actually it. Yes, she too, Linda Barlow, born Friedmann, 1.65 tall, 57 kilograms and 44 years old would be in a good 10 months, as soon as the prescribed separation year was over, into the long line of the unhappily divorced 40-solings. She would become of what she had always smiled at a little: the cheated, decommissioned and finally completely destroyed ex-wife of a man who owed a large part of his success to her tireless efforts when you looked exactly.
Didn’t she had her own career as an auditor in a Munich tax office without batting the eyelash in the wind when Tillmann had arrived at the time with the fixed idea of an online trade for spices? Was it not actually its merit that the company was finally sailed after five hard founding years, but from the red numbers? Didn’t have put the entire accounting, scheduling and marketing on their own, so that her husband had her back free.
Your oh so creative husband? And what all this for? So that he could then eat the 20-year-old secretary of her Dutch import partner! Mistkerl, thought Linda. Half because she did not trust, asshole, wanker, whores or another of the swear words, which she knew, but which did not belong to her vocabulary. Half also because a small part hoped in her that the Mistkerl would think about the whole thing once again, show the little door to the bitch and to be crawled back to his loyal wife.
Oh, she knew exactly what she would do with him. She would let in. Expensive food, wellness trips, sex withdrawal and of course the cruise that he had promised her for six years now. She wasn’t more creative. She also had this bitter knowledge in the course of her separation. She didn’t even know how to take revenge, for the betrayal of 22 years together, 20 of them as a couple.
Linda took a deep breath and tried to cents up with the facts for the umpteenth time. Yes, that was it. She struck the doors of the sprinter more violently than intended, the much too narrow white levi’s T-shirt, in which she had squeezed to clear her old life, was in the waistband and swung to the passenger seat of the box. “Phew,” groaned Linda by wiping the dark curls with the back of the hand from the welding wet forehead.
“Load everything?“Asked Louis and winked excited to her while he had his eyes hike without shyness over her body. A real shame to simply shoot such a splendor, seemed to say the young man’s eyes seemed to say. Linda noticed that and she liked to accept the compliment. She could use that now. And in fact, she thought at that moment when she was sitting on the sprint’s platform in addition to her future roommate, that she might not have been shut down as it sometimes happened to her these days.
She had always been sporty, had played tennis three times a week, had a firm belly, a finely chopped face, still excellent skin, about which she envied many women – including younger ones – a decent back part to do soonce married, as he had always looked after in joke, and she had these breasts. And the name was quite true, because after the company had become a success, Linda had fulfilled one of her longest wishes in his mid -30s and finally had the cleavage that she had always dreamed of.
Before that, she hadn’t been flat and had a decent B cup her own, but since she could remember, she had always envied women with really big breasts. Of course, Tillmann had nothing against it and he even enjoyed seeing the bust of his wife growing. And so it happened that Linda had around three breast enlargements made in four years. Presented to the last, her husband had persuaded her a bit, but after she had already had two consistently positive experiences, she had liked to get involved with a third round under the knife.
So it happened that Linda, who had died through life with an average, if not unsightly breasts until almost 10 years ago. And she was really proud of that, even if her plan had not brought the desired success in a tight white shirt in front of her future ex -husband. “Do you dream?“Asked Louis, when he finally managed to get his eyes away from her,“ we can?“Linda raised her head and it was actually a bit like she had dreamed of.
Then she nodded. “Yes, we can,” she returned and swallowed the “we have to” that she had been on her tongue. Louis threw her last, encouraging and stunning smile, put the course and drove with his new roommate towards the Univiertel. ——————————- Wg-life more as a small room of almost 22 square meters for Linda, who had practically only lived from her husband since the wedding.
Of course, she had modest own savings, of which she now lived, but until the maintenance question was not completely clarified, she would have to restrict. That was not really difficult for her, even if she, of course, missed the luxurious lifestyle in the common Grünwalder villa. But if she liked a lot, she was certainly not one thing: a squeeze. She had also got along with little in life and, after all, it wasn’t forever.
In addition, her lawyer had advised her to limit herself to the divorce process. Because it could certainly not harm if Tillmann, as the stingy husband, there was nothing too expensive to whom and his new wife, while the loyal ex -wife had to move back into a student. Everything tactics, had dr. Katharina Sommerfeld from Buckler & Sommerfeld’s law firmly winked up. “Herrje,” thought Linda, when she had created naked like God and her plastic surgeon in the shared shower and was waiting for warm water to one day clear out the sweat full of clearing, dragging boxes, climbing stairs and swearing off, “When would dignityThis endless current of no wanting to end in the appointment marathon of the past six weeks will finally come to an end?“That was the real stress, that was what nobody prepared for you.
Countless appointments. At lawyers, banks and advice centers. But the worst were the constant, encouraging calls of good friends who suddenly wanted to meet a coffee and donate consolation. And then it was just phrases that they fired. How are you, sweetie? You can get along? I don’t know what I would do! Let me know if you need something, we’re there for you. Nobody had ever called her sweetness until then.
Yes, she somehow gets along. Nothing helps, you have to go through that. Somehow it goes on. No, she doesn’t need anything. No, really nothing. Hohle, memorized questions that have been answered as hollow and memorized as well. To puke. But you didn’t say that. Suddenly Linda was suddenly torn out of her thoughts when the door to the bathroom was torn open without knocking. She was scared, but also unspeakably happy that there was finally peace in her head.
She stretched her head out to the shower curtain and saw an attractive, petite woman who could not be older than 22. The firm blonde hair had tied the stranger into a strict, smooth braid, which was held together with black hair tie at the top of her head. The girl wore high, brown boots that looked too expensive for a student, a white tennis skirt and a matching tube top. She was not doing anything underneath.
Linda could see that when the girl was surprised, not frightened, or even embarrassed, only surprised to her and stared at her from open, large and unfathomable blue eyes. Her firm breasts, smaller than Lindas, but real, shimmered through the tightly tensioned fabric of the white top. Linda was able to recognize the darker prints of the nipples and the small arches that left the hard nipples of the blonde.
In her hands she held a glass of Nutella and a half -empty bottle of apple juice. “Hi!“, She called happily when she saw Linda and held her out her hand out, as if there was nothing more normal in the world than to meet naked and half -naked in the bathroom for the first time. “You have to Wife be. “Linda forced herself a smile. “Ex”, tortured, “at least soon.
“Then she also squeezed the rights behind the shower curtain and took the outstretched hand of the little ones. “Linda”, Linda introduced herself. The blonde girl beamed at her. “Henrietta, I’m happy!“Where did she get this damn joie de vivre, Linda shot through her head, but she forced the thoughts down and decided to do it right here. From the beginning. A short moment of embarrassed silence occurred in which neither of the two women knew what to say.
And then it was the older of the two who first found the language back. “What are you going to do with it?“, Linda asked the first best question, which she came up with, with a view to the Nutellaglas and half a liter of apple juice. “Free attack?“Henrietta laughed visibly amused. “Something similar, just very different. “Linda did not replace anything and instead just looked at Henrietta. “I’ll show you,” said the other, put the Nutellaglas off on the closed toilet lid with a small rummy and screwed the lid from the apple juice bottle.
“Here, stop,” she said and held Linda the plastic lid that took him as a matter of course and still remained silent. Then Henrietta pushed up the short tennis skirt over the flawless legs and exposed a well -groomed vagina over which a blond triangle shone. From this triangle there was a very neatly engraved tattoo. A bright green rose rank on which, blood -red flowers hung, such as overripe, plump fruits.
And they all contained bright white characters, they fitted seamlessly and elegantly into the overall aesthetics. The tendrils branched and surrounded the hips of the woman above the pelvic bones. Where they ended, Linda couldn’t see. “Didn’t hurt,” asked Linda, who inspected her new roommate’s vaginatatoo without shyness and with growing fascination. “Hellish”, the answer came promptly, but not rugged. Henrietta kept the open bottle between his legs, put his head back, and began to pee concentrated.
It was a thin, fine yellow beam that poured into the flat and foaming with the juice foaming. Henrietta looked at the process with a relaxed determination and stopped when the bottle was filled with about three quarters. “So,” she said, “I can’t do more right now. “” Ok, “said Linda, who was still hidden behind the shower curtain,” and why the whole thing? Do you have a doctor’s appointment? There is usually a small cup that doesn’t need a whole flat urine.
“” Small misunderstanding, “replied Henrietta and grinned Linda broadly. She held the flat in front of her and measured the filling height up to about half with a spread thumb and a small finger. “Commercial apple juice,” she commented. Then she measured the height that she had just filled with her light yellow urine. “Piss,” she said. Linda raised an eyebrow. Where was she only got into here?“And what do you spell into the apple juice?” she asked.
The idea of wanting to do this right here and not immediately sending it with her new shared apartment. “Well for the boys,” replied Henrietta, as if it were the most normal in the world. Linda did not think of a suitable answer and she didn’t know what to ask. So she seemed to be satisfied with the answer. “You may fill up?“Henrietta followed.
“You mean whether I … you already know …” Linda printing around. “Herrje, now don’t be doing so,” Henrietta smiled at her and took a step towards her. Then tore the shower curtain to the side with a jerk. Now Linda stood wet and shiny naked in front of Henrietta. In reflex, she hit her arms around her and lifted a leg to make her breasts and the pubic area to be made makeshow.
“What can you think of, you …” The words lacked her. “Wow” was everything Henrietta produced. “You are a real goddess!“Linda got so out of the concept that the words got stuck in her throat. “The boy would be beating to be able to serve you. You can believe me. “” Serve me?“The words came timidly and somehow sounded wrong. “What do you mean by” serve “? And whereby?”” Well, with everything.
“Linda relaxed something and let the arms sink slowly without really realizing it. Now she stood in front of the girl in her entire 44-year splendor and listened to him fascinated. “Don’t tell me that you have never noticed that the guys are too practically ready everything. You must have felt the eyes on you, I’ll have a look at you! You are the truth of most pubescent and far beyond.
Let me explain it, ”Henrietta accommodated, took a seat on the climbed toilet lid and overturned the legs. “The boys are on it to be dominated. At least most. You like the possibility that you can let them ran. If you then have it down, they gradually dismantle their interest and they turn to a new conquest. The guys want the war for rule, not the rule itself, could be said.
And in this war they are literally ready everything. “Linda crouched on the back of the bathtub and listened to Henrietta’s explanations. It all sounded terribly logical, she found. “This is not just the topic of my thesis, yes I admit it”, she held her hands up, as if she wanted to result in an invisible robber, “I am closing psychology, and actually find this behavior scientifically exciting.
But this thought also makes me incredibly horny. And when I moved into the shared apartment here, I immediately introduced myself to the bitch from the service and promised the boys the blue from the sky, and I already had the room. And since then I have let them fidget and make them subject. “”What exactly do you mean?“Linda asked fascinated and at the same time felt like the idea of making a man subject, she excited.
She could literally feel the moist between her legs. “That means, for example, that since I’ve been living here, I didn’t even have to wash laundry. The boys are almost balancing to wash my dirty panties. And of course they sniff it and jerk off First of all, to get away on it, me the pussy To be allowed to lick. But just the possibility that I might let her in my jar at some point, she leaves traces like well -behaved lap dogs.
“” Ok, so far I can follow, “said Linda,” but why do you pee in the apple juice?““ This is the latest plan that I thought about. Have you ever heard the expression “human toilet”?”” Human toilet “, Linda recovered the expression like a student in the first semester slowly leaving a technical term out of a book,” not really, clarifies me. ““ This is one thing that I myself stumbled across as I borrowed Louis laptop.
There is a fetish in which a woman’s men serve as a living toilet. And that means exactly that: they can be in the mouth piss And shit, swallow the whole stuff down and are happy, like in a dream. “” You kid me. “Linda had never heard of that and it seemed incredibly absurd. And yet at that moment she felt an unspeakable desire to grasp her, as if the idea had to use a man in such a way, a bell in her innermost, which she hadn’t guessed from that she did not exist at all.
“No, I do not do it!“Henrietta protested and played the snapped. “Louis had any porn page open on his laptop when I borrowed it. And I saw it there. A man was under a female ass, willingly opened her mouth, and then she shit a murder heap in his mouth. And he plastered all of this, except for the last bites. And the best thing was, she didn’t even allow him to spray him afterwards.
“” Madness “was everything Linda produced. Because this thing, however crazy she sounded, in her experience, sounded exactly after one of these perverse fantasies that men brought around the mind and to which most women would never have come to. “Since I saw that, I’ve looked at the psychological and the historical side. And in fact, for example, the matriarches in ancient Egypt – you know Cleopatra – kept men as toilet slaves.
Do you remember the legend that Cleopatra bathed in donkey milk? In truth that was sperm From thousands slaves, that she has milked. And of course there was no hole in the ground for her royal pile of paint. She had at least one, if not several slaves, to whom she pissed down and shit into the mouths at will. Why do you think Caesar was so fond of her? Because of her nose? No, the good old Julius wanted to lie below her, like a low worm and the pretty cleo lick the shit from the royal asshole.
“Henrietta took a short break to get air. “And of course the court ladies took it home and it was the same as their queen of God secretly. And their servants too. And their maids and so on and so on. And so it happened that in ancient Egypt there was no woman who kept something in a hole in the ground. They all had men who only waited to serve them.
And now I would like to build on that. “Linda was now completely dried by the draft. She had Henrietta gave her hairbrush and began to brush her dark mane with a minute. “You will soon no longer have to do that yourself if you don’t want to,” laughed Henrietta. “You want to recruit me for your crusade for a world in which men are again subject to women?”” But something from! And why not? You have just experienced how the men jump around when you let them.
Do you think your husband would have been tempted to fish in foreign waters when he was a strict one at home instead of a loyal wife mistress would have had? Then he would have hurried to come to the house to serve you completely again, my love. “Linda had briefly outlined her reasons for changing residence in her own interview, and apparently the legend of the betrayed wife had also found the way to Henrietta, which was not there during the conversation itself.
“There can be something there,” said Linda. And the words were surprisingly easy for her over her lips. “So what is, you may fill up?“Henrietta took up the question from the beginning of her conversation. “You still haven’t explained to me why you are now patching into the apple juice …”, Linda turned without considering the question. “Well, it is logical when I just go to Louis in the room and put the facts on the table, throw him on the floor and piss into his mouth, he will feel embarrassed and claim that he does not like it and notis perverted and all of that.
However, if I gradually get used to the taste of my excrement, I can say that they have been drinking what comes out of me anyway, and it no longer matters. Do you understand?”” Somehow already “, nodded Linda. “And then why the Nutellaglas?“She regretted the question when she had asked her, because that was obvious. Henrietta read her facial expression and just raised an eyebrow as an answer.
Then she handed Linda the open bottle without another word. The foam had now withdrawn and nothing indicated that the flat in reality only contained two thirds of apple juice. Linda spontaneously decided to reduce this proportion again. This day had already been strange enough, so why should she do the opportunity to discover a new side on her, not packing directly by the crest?She rose from the edge of the bathtub, spread the legs of hipwide and kept the Dreviertel’s full flat among themselves.
She actually had to concentrate a bit until the first drops came, but then a strong, yellow electricity followed, which filled the flat ripple. In my thoughts she already enjoyed the idea of how the boys fell completely, became her heard and served her as a toilet without ancestry. What else should they be suitable for? She got into this thought and had to smile. When she was finished, she looked at the apple juice area.
Perfect to the streak of the calibration as if it should have been the same. Linda screwed the lid and nodded satisfied. Such a crazy day, she went through her head again. Henrietta looked at it beaming. “You are a really crazy noodle,” she said proudly. “Wouldn’t have thought that you would bring that. “Next, she screwed off the lid from the Nutellaglas and put it on the edge of the bathtub.
“Let’s see how it works,” she pushed out and winked Linda half amused, half nervous too. Then she turned her downside so that Linda could see that the tattoo in two elegant rose flowers, one on each buttocks, ended. She bent over at the front, so that the skirt slipped up to the waist, and exposed a small, light brown asshole. Until then, Linda had not really thought about the aesthetics of assholes, but if there was a ranking, this was certainly high up here.
Henrietta stuck the semi -full glass between her legs and put the edge on her dam unerringly. She wiggled a little awkward back and forth with her butt until a small brown tip broke out. The middle of her hole opened tentatively and the brown tip slowly swelled. Finally Henrietta pressed the small sausage cleanly and surprisingly accurately into the small opening of the glass. Then it went faster and the first pile followed two smaller ones who found their way to the nut nougat cream just as unerringly.
Henrietta pulled out the glass between her legs and turned satisfied. She kept Linda the glass without hesitation. “Now you!“Linda’s thoughts rolled over. Should she really do that? This was turned as it could be. On the other hand, she had already peed in the apple juice and justified it with a new beginning. Why should this argument apply to small shops, but suddenly not in big ones? Then she came to the aid of her very own self -awareness.
She was not a squeeze. Not even now, no matter how Surreal did all of this to her in the meantime. Instead of taking the glass in your hand, Linda just turned and supports her hands on the bathtub wall. “Take care that nothing goes wrong,” she said to her new girlfriend, who just nodded. Then Linda concentrated. In this attitude she probably had last as a small child who was still wearing diapers.
Nevertheless, it was easy for her to give in to the need that she had actually tortured for a while. Her intestine was full and the many physical work had stimulated her metabolism. And so it didn’t take long for Linda to be leaning against the wall into the glass. She ate many fiber, oatmeal and whole grain products. And that made her bowel movement always quite voluminous. In any case, the brown sausage, which now had her magnificent butt to get Tillmann, left a lot bigger than the three little chunks that Henrietta had contributed to her experiment.
It was long and measured at least five centimeters in diameter. It took a long time for it to stop and the broken piece stood out like a thick, brown tower from the glass. Henrietta had to turn the glass and handle it carefully so that the second piece also fit in. And this sausage was even a bit longer than the first one. Together they showed a perfect negative impression of the inside of Lindas colon.
The room was filled with the mixed smells of the excrement of the two women. And although it sounded strange, none of them found the smell really uncomfortable. It was definitely endured. “If you always press out such piles, you will hardly save yourself from men who want to serve you as a toilet,” said Henrietta soberly and visibly impressed. “Thank you” was everything Linda produced. Because that was by far the strangest and most beautiful compliment that she had ever got.
“What do we do with it now?“She asked with a view of the crooked tower of Kacka. “I know what,” replied Henrietta and Schlendere with the Nutellaglas in hand to the sink. The board over a myriad of hygiene articles, as is the case in every flat share. Henrietta fiddled with it for a while and finally brought a toothbrush to light. “Ben Ben” was everything she produced in explanatory words.
And then she started to stake around with the bristle side in the glass. She pressed down the sloping tower from Kacka until the glass could be closed. Then she stirred in the brown mixture for a while until she was satisfied with the result. She held her nose over the opening and took a deep train. “Yes, actually smells like Nutella,” she stated. “The only question is whether it tastes the same way,” giggled Linda, like a guilt girl who got through with an emergency lie.
“I don’t hope,” Henrietta suppressed a laugh, “how else should the boys know what they eat?“Then she flushed the toothbrush onto her and put her back in her place. Linda finally made it out of the tub and caught a towel around the hips. She deliberately avoided the chest. As sexualized as she was, every look at her stem was just right.
Henrietta opened the bathroom door and assured himself, apple juice and Nutella in his hands that nobody was in the hallway. Then she put the juice back in the fridge so that the new, warm shot evaporated as quickly as possible. The Nutellaglas simply put her back in the old kitchen cabinet in his traditional place, which some long -for roommate had left behind. Linda waited a moment before leaving the bathroom.
She winked Henrietta conspiratorially when she retired to her room. Then Linda also disappeared in her room and closed the door behind her. She let her bed fall, hurled the towel, and immediately started to satisfy herself. She hadn’t done that for a long time, but after this experience she couldn’t resist. What had just happened felt like what other “sexual fulfillment” called.
And Linda could hardly wait for what would happen in this regard. Because if one thing was determined for her, then the experience in the bathroom was only the beginning From everything was. And so it didn’t take long for a marker -shattering orgasm to rush over her, almost thought she was reflected. Then finally she seemed to have reached the maximum level for hearings in one day, and sleep overwhelmed her with the same force as she had taken orgasm.
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