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Not from me, but I didn’t want to withhold this horny story from you. “Honey, we shouldn’t go out so slowly?“, I have to speak very loudly to arrive against the loud music. Alone from my husband’s eyes, I can see that he has clearly drunk too much. “Already?“He asks and endeavors to sound as sober as possible. He knows that I don’t like it so if he drinks so much. He sees concentrated on his wristwatch “Oh, already half past two”.
He smiles and looks at me with his begging dog’s view, which he always puts on when he wants something. “Only a beer with my buddy Kurt, we haven’t seen each other for a long time”, he can’t suppress a lall. I have to smile when he looks at me “Well Peter, but make it quickly, I say goodbye to Tina” I say and see how he goes in the direction of the kitchen, where I suspect his buddy.
I look around Tina in search of my girlfriend. For this time is the party still quite well attended. She celebrates inauguration of her new apartment and has invited a lot of people. In the beginning I didn’t feel like coming out. Peter and I haven’t had much of each other lately. First I was on a training course, after that Peter was at a seminar for a week. We have been together for 10 years, married eight years, but since we have been very busy in the past few months and have not really seen ourselves for two weeks, I was actually only looking forward to a weekend with him.
Especially since our love life has fallen asleep for these reasons. Certainly a little routine has crept in after all these years and some things have become a habit, but still the sex with him is still beautiful. Peter is a tender lover and very sensitive, but everything is no longer as passionate as before. It is certainly a bit of our long relationship, but at the age of 28 we are not yet old. At that time we got to know each other about a friend and were so in love that after two years of relationship we married at 20.
And contrary to the advice, our parents, friends, acquaintances, relatives and actually all people on this planet. So far we have not regretted it. I find Tina in conversation with a friend, “So, it’s really late. Thank you for the invitation, it was really a great evening, ”I say and my honest. I had a good time and nothing to drink contrary to my plan, but drank one or two glass of wine.
“Oh sweet things really?“My girlfriend asks disappointed and looks at the clock. “Well, you’re right. Was really great that you were here, let’s make the days on the phone “. I hug her, “yes, of course, we and you are still a lot of fun”. I say goodbye to the cheek with a kiss on the cheek and collect Peter in the kitchen before opening another beer. I finally succeed in leading him out of the apartment after he has said goodbye to his buddy, which was also exuberant and bouncing.
Once outside, I breathe deeply. The fresh, clear night air is good. It was a wonderful warm day and now in the night it is still very lukewarm and pleasant. “I can no longer drive anymore,” I say and only now notice in the fresh air that I would have better drunk a little less wine. Not that I’m drunk, but I really notice it, especially since I rarely drink something.
Peter is quite unsafe on his feet. “Don’t do anything, then we just run, a little walk will do us good. “He looks at me,“ or is that nothing with the paragraphs? By the way, you look great. The new summer dress is great for you, ”he says and smiles at me. “Nice that you also notice it,” I say in a played manner, but then I have to smile. I turn shortly before him and present the knee -length summer dress, “the paragraphs are not that high and I have nothing for a walk as long as you get the way onto the chain, drunk as you are,” I say with a wink.
“But surely” he says and holds my arm down. I hooked on with him and together we go through the lonely streets. Peter has already struggled with the balance and talks quite cumbersome. We talk about the evening how nice it was and that we should go out more often again. “I know an abbreviation” he says and leads me through a few side streets that I don’t know. In general, my sense of orientation is not the best and I just rely on Peter, even if it is already drunk.
“I’ve never been here,” I say to him. “I don’t really really, a few streets away is the red light district, but we don’t have to go through it, just over it,” explains Peter. We come to a small street where there seems to be something else. At least there are a few shops, pubs and kebab shops where the advertising still lights up, but passers -by are hardly on the road. “Oh see, the shop has opened up again, there was recent advertising in the mailbox,” says Peter and points to a fairly large sex shop that seems to be open at this time.
Sextoys, video cabins, cinema, and much more. promises the advertising on posters on the shop window and flaring sign. “They still have, we should take a look?“Peter looks at me with glassy eyes and grins. “Now? Here in such a shop? So I don’t know, “I say and crame a hair tie with which I bind my long, light brown hair to a ponytail and look at him” You are crazy, I’m not going to such a shop now, “I defend it off.
“Oh come on, we’re just watching. Maybe we’ll find something to get a little more momentum in our sex life, ”he slins grinning. He brings his words only concentrated and cumbersome over his lips. I know him when he has put himself in his head, he never gives calm and a little curious about the shop I am already. So I agree, take Peter’s hand and follow him across the street into the store.
The shop is completely newly furnished and I am surprised because I had expected a grubby sex shop in which strange guys drive around. The shop is quite large, the light is a little insulated, it looks very neat and clean. We look around. Everything is really offered here. From booklets and films to dildos, vibrators, lingerie, everything that somehow has to do with sex and eroticism. Next to us only seems to be the seller and a customer with whom she talks to the cash register.
She sees us and smiles at us. Peter stops on a shelf with me in which a wide variety of dildos are located. “Would something like that for us?“He asks and I just shake my head. “I don’t think” I just say. “Why not? Try everything out, ”says a female voice behind us and I turn around. The seller is behind us, “Hello, I’m Kira. Welcome. “Hello, we are Peter and Sandra” I say and point to my husband and then to me.
“Can I help you?” ask her. Kira looks really nice. It is about the size of me, which is not really big at 1.67. In addition to tight leather pants, she wears a tight, abdominal -free top that her bust size still emphasizes. “Oh, we just look like that” I say. As we stand there, we get a little chat. Kira tells of the range, of the reopening and while I listen I notice the man who was at the cash register earlier.
He walks around a little, looks around and always looks in my direction. I can hardly appreciate him, I suspect that he is in the end of 40. Just a little bigger than me, very short hair, slim but trained. He has a tight shirt, his forearms seem strong, you can see thick veins. Again and again he looks at me briefly. He does not smile, looks serious and has a certain charisma that is new to me.
He’s actually not my type, but he has something in himself. He has fascinating green eyes and his gaze has something special. Again and again I see him briefly to make sure that I don’t get mistaken and he really looks at me. I don’t really listen to Kira anymore, the guy somehow distracts me. I literally feel his eyes on me. When I see over briefly our eyes meet.
He somehow unsafe to me and I see how his gaze wanders at me. To my breasts, which are quite plump at 75d, over my stomach, my legs. I stay in shape with a lot of jogging and swimming and I am very satisfied with my slim figure, but I don’t imagine anything on. I usually hide my big breasts rather than to emphasize them. Not because I don’t like it, but because I don’t want to be reduced to my breasts.
I don’t want to sound imagined, but I would say that I don’t look bad and it often happens that men look at me, which is sometimes a nice compliment depending on who. But as it works with this guy, it is new to me. I turn to Kira more and turn my back to him, but I can still feel his eyes. “The lingerie, some video cubes and the cinemas” are still at the back, she closes her explanation.
“Cinemas too?“Asks Peter. “I would be interested, not you?“He looks at me with glassy eyes. “I don’t know, I don’t think you are totally drunk, they are already falling to the eyes,” I say. “It can be very stimulating and if you haven’t done it yet is a good time now, there are hardly any people in the cinema,” explains Kira. “If something really should be, we have a good security,” she says when she sees my skeptical look.
“Nothing happens here that someone doesn’t want,” she puts a hand on my shoulder. “If you never make anything new, you don’t experience anything. Come on, I just invite you and if you want, then you just go again “. I have to laugh “Peter bribed you?“I ask with a grin and we all laugh. “Well, but just look briefly and if that is nothing, then let’s go ok immediately?“I look at Peter, who grins satisfied.
Kira shows us the way along the cash register. We have to go through a door and then a staircase. Everything is already sparsely illuminated and laid out with a thick, red carpet. There are three cinemas and we just go through the first door. Peter cordially holds me the heavy, red curtain on the door and we go to the small cinema hall. I’m pretty excited when I go in. He’s not that small at all.
Everything is completely new. We have entered the room from behind and in the weak light you can see that three people are sitting in the cinema. We stay in the penultimate series and sit down in the middle. The seats are very comfortable and I look at the canvas. In the film, a blonde is taken by a man. The moaning of the actors fulfills the cinema hall. I have never really been interested in porn, but I have to say that here in this cinema it somehow has something.
The whole atmosphere is so unusual. It has something wicked in itself. “Certainly the guys make it”, Peter Leise mumbles to me. I just do “Psst”. I look at the canvas and already feel Peter’s hand on my thigh. He caresses me a little awkward because it is so drunk, my dress slips a little higher. “Come on Leave this” I say softly and press his hand away. “People eat at home” I whisper.
I look at the canvas. A second man has now gone to the couple and the blonde is now being taken by both men. Where does it come from? Oh whatever. I don’t think such films have an action. However, I have to admit that it already has something to watch this unrestrained hustle and bustle on the screen. I look at how the blonde is taken from behind in the film while operating the second man with her mouth.
It is not a cuddly sex, but a bit harder and I have to admit that it is already giving me something at that moment. But somehow I can’t believe that I am in such a cinema. “I think you are right, the guys do it themselves,” I whisper to Peter. I notice that his eyes were coming “Hey, do not finish” I say quietly and give him a slight shock in the side. He shrugs, sits down with a jerk.
“Uh no” he says quite tired. I am a bit angry that he drags me here and then almost falls asleep. But what did I expect, as drunk as he is. I just want to sneak up again when I notice that someone is coming to the hall. It’s the guy from the shop. He looks around briefly and then sits down in our series, three chairs next to me. I can’t even explain why I’m so nervous at once.
He looks at me briefly and I quickly look at the canvas. I could just let Peter let me know and we would go, but something prevents me from doing so. I am sitting right there, looking at the screen, but noticing from the corner of the eyes that he always looks at us briefly. Although I see the canvas, I don’t really notice the film. The scene has changed again, this time a large -fitting brunette is pressed by a guy in a forest.
My nervousness does not decrease and when I see Peter I realize that he has closed his eyes. Super. I just missed that. I just want to nudge it, I notice how the man gets up in our row and sits down in the free seat to my left. My heart beats to my neck. * What’s that all about, woe he tatters me* I think, but he doesn’t do anything like that, just looks at the canvas.
I somehow find it cheeky from the guy to just sit next to me in such a cinema, on the other hand he doesn’t really do something. My heart is still racing and I don’t know why I spare it and stare at the screen. I don’t know how to behave and I am glad that it’s dark in the cinema, probably I have a bright red face. In the film the man of the brunettes tears the blouse and grabs her plump breasts.
From the corner of the eye I see how the guy next to me is slowly rubbing over his step with one hand. *That’s not true now. It won’t …*, I can’t end the thought. I see how he slowly knobs his pants. I can’t believe that he does that. But what did I expect? This is a porn cinema, definitely nobody eats popcorn here and lets you sprinkle from a film. Is the sexual harassment or can you expect it in such a cinema and have to accept it? I could just go, but I can’t stir.
I see his hand pushes his hand into his pants. The whole situation is so surreal. Peter sits sleeping next to me in a porn cinema, on the other hand a totally stranger who opens his pants and gets out his thing. And what kind of one. My eyes widen when I see what he gets out of his pants. Very slowly he takes out his big, still limp part and I can’t look away. Before Peter I only had a friend and both are probably built normally, Peter rather smaller, but it never bothered me.
He always satisfied me and I could never understand this theater for the size. To be honest, the part of this foreign man is actually the third that I see real and I am impressed. The sight of this plump, fleshy penis is attractive to me in a way that I cannot explain to me. I’m not trying to look, but when I notice that he takes him in his hand, I look out of my corners.
Large and heavy he is in his hand and it starts to massage it upset slowly. Pull the foreskin back a bit so that the thick glans can be seen something. I can see how it swells slightly, becomes plump. My stomach contracts with excitement, my heart races, I see Peter briefly, he seems to be nodding properly. Then he leaves off his plump strap. He protrudes half stiff out of his pants.
This whole situation, the surroundings, the sight of its part and this brazen kind of him turns me on in a way that is completely new to me. And the whole thing even though Peter sits and sleeps next to me. Or is that an additional kick? I’m unable to think about it now. When I appear from his step, I notice that he watched me all the time. I was so distracted that I didn’t notice it.
He looks at me with his fascinating, green eyes. I don’t stand up for this look, look directly back at the canvas. My heart beats to my neck and my stomach contracts. I am so excited that I can hardly stir when I notice how he takes my hand. First I want to pull her away, but I just can’t do it. He puts my hand on his thigh, right next to his part, then he looks at me, nods briefly and sees to the canvas on which the brunette is now being tied up.
*Such an arrogant guy. What does it only form*, I feel through my head. I’m definitely not thinking better, but nobody has treated me so brazen yet. But instead of taking my hand away, I slowly push it on his thigh to his belt. That’s not me. Simply touch a stranger like this. I was always the good, love Sandra, that is faithful and decent and now I’m doing something like this.
But I just can’t help it. My hand trembles slightly when I stroke my fingertips over his belt, feel the delicate skin on this plump thing. I see my hand that caresses this fleshy penis and I notice how he swells. My breath is a bit heavier than I grab it and massage it very slowly. It is a crazy feeling to feel how this gear strain grows in my hand, swelled, becomes harder. So I was afraid that I would be stuck in such a cinema and then I am the one who goes to a stranger to the laundry.
I do exactly what he expected from me, what he has asked for this short nod and it excites me. I massage it faster. A love drop is already swelling out of the plump glans and, through the wanking movements, lies over the thick acorn as a shiny film. His part feels wonderful and looks so exciting, so attractive. A quick look at Peter shows me that he is still sleeping and I immediately see this wonderful part again.
The guy watches the film all the time and I can’t take my eyes off his strap. The shaft is long and thick, veins cover it. The glans is very plump, like a big mushroom and it shines in the weak light that shines from the canvas. My abdomen tingles with excitement and my heart races while seeing my hand that jerks this horny, thick, fat, fat cock. The guy begins to breathe more heavily and I notice how he tenses a little.
I massage his cock faster and he grabs quietly, reaches into his pocket and enough for me from a pack of several paper handkerchiefs. I keep jerking off with one hand, holding the glans in front of the handkerchiefs and then he doesn’t stand it anymore. In several batches he injects his viscous sperm from the glans. A quiet “Oh Wow” escapes me at this horny sight and the amount that the guy splashes. Slowly I massage his strap and see the last drops of his juice float out of the thick glans.
I feel the warm juice through the wet handkerchief in my hand. I notice a small waste container that is attached between the seats and gets out the handkerchief. The guy gets up, packs up his sleeping strap again and closes his pants. Then he leans down to me briefly, he whispered “brave bitch” in a rough voice and then he just goes without turning around again. I’m totally perplexed. So nobody has talked to me yet and now he just goes.
But what did I expect that he is still doing now? I’m confused and still excited. I can’t remember that it made me so hot when I massaged Peters part. Slowly I calm down and the clearer the head becomes, the more my guilty conscience comes. How could I do that?I see Peter and shake him awake, I succeed in tedious. “Yes? what?“He murmurs and has trouble opening his eyes.
“Come on honey, I want to go home” I say softly. Irritated, he looks around and must first register where we are and that he fell asleep. “Mh yes, sorry” he murmurs and slowly gets up. We leave the cinema and go outside through the shop to the fresh air. Kira was not in the shop at all and I don’t see the guy from the cinema anywhere. I catch the eye of a taxi rank that is not far down the street.
I hooked on Peter, support him a little and we go to a taxi. On the short way home, Peter apologizes to me several times that he fell asleep. He is still stunned by the alcohol and looks like he was really bad. The journey doesn’t take long, but I just didn’t feel like running the route with my drunk man. I just want to go to bed.
When I arrive at home I help Peter on the sofa. He always snores so terrible when he is drunk and I don’t want the alcohol flag in the bedroom either. He falls asleep directly, as soon as he lies on the sofa. I still take off my shoes and go into the bedroom. I take off the dress, the pumps and bra, patrol a shirt in which I like to sleep and lie down on the bed.
I am still very confused and surprise about myself. Everything really happened right now? It looks as unreal as a dream. That I just go to a strange guy does not suit me at all. I think of this situation, the strange atmosphere in the shop and the cinema, the broadcast of this guy and its large part. My hands wander over my stomach. I stroke gently and then write the shirt over my big breasts.
My small, sensitive nipples are already tough and I caress about it tenderly. An exciting tingling runs through my body. During the idea of how I touch the stranger’s tail, I start to massage my tights, crushing breasts. I breathe heavily while I push a hand into my slip. I’m totally wet. I smoke quietly when I rub my finger over my clit. First slowly, then faster and faster. With the other hand I massage my chest, rub again and again over the sensitive nipples.
I lightly bite my lower lip, whew, breathe heavily. I have the plump cock in mind, think of how it feels in my hand and petting my clit faster and faster and faster. I moan quietly and feel the lustful twitches in the abdomen that announce my orgasm and then come over me like a wave. My abdomen twitches with lust and I bite my teeth when I come so that Peter does not wake up.
A calming feeling of exhaustion comes over and I also lie down the bed, stroke a little more. I don’t want to have a guilty conscience now, I just want to enjoy the moment and don’t regret anything. I fall asleep with a satisfied smile … “Ms. Kerber? Hello?“My boss’s annoyed voice tears me out of my thoughts. “Yes? Yes, please?“I say embarrassed embarrassed because I was so thought that I didn’t even notice that my supervisor has appealed to me twice.
“I asked her how far the presentation for our meeting with the people of the bank is. “He says seriously. “Oh, she’s finished Mr. Stegmann, sorry,” I replied. Stegmann’s expression relaxes relieved. “Then I’m calmed down Ms. Kerber. What’s going on lately with you? They have been more absent for days. So I don’t know her. Is everything ok?“Honestly he looks at me. Shaking my head, I wave off.
“Nothing is Mr. Stegmann, really. I’m just not in a good mood lately, ”I’ve been winging off. Mr. Stegmann is really a good boss. I have been working as his assistant in his medium -sized construction company for a few years and feel very comfortable. Stegmann is now in the end of 60, but it is far from thinking about retiring. He built the company himself and it means everything to him. He is honest and fair with his employees, you can find that rarely these days.
“Maybe it’s the stress because of our current new construction project. It now takes everything very much with me and the appointment tomorrow with the bank is very important, so that everything stands and falls. “He says and at that moment I notice how tired he works. “You have recently accumulated so many overtime, if you want, then do it earlier today Quitting time. I look at the presentation in peace afterwards and if something else should be, then we can make last changes tomorrow morning, ”he says.
“That’s very nice, I think about it. There is still a lot to do. “I say with a smile and see how he disappears into his office. I get up and go to the small coffee kitchen, which also serves as a break room for the employees on this floor. I cup of coffee, nipped on it and see out the window. It’s wonderful weather. Although it is only half past six, outside is 25 degrees with almost cloudless sky.
I follow my thoughts. How much deals with this experience in the porn cinema. It was for 10 days now and I won’t get rid of the thoughts about it. I am so glad that my husband Peter can no longer really remember something because he was so drunk. He still knows that we were on the way home in this shop and also went to the cinema, but I told him that we quickly got out because I didn’t like it and I felt uncomfortable.
I hate to lie to Peter and I can’t explain what has driven in me so far to touch this strange man in this way and to cheat on Peter. Certainly the alcohol also played a role, but only to put it on it would be wrong. Peter I definitely feel totally bad. Through this experience I thought a lot. Why did I do that at all? I can’t complain in any way.
My life, no our life, is beautiful. We both work, are satisfied with our jobs, we love each other and have sex regularly. So what only drove me to do it? It was probably the situation as a whole and not just a single point. The atmosphere in this cinema, alcohol, the broadcast of this foreign guy and this charm to make something new, something different, even somehow forbidden. That was so atypical for me.
Before Peter I only had a friend and then this stranger comes, who is only about satisfying his desire to satisfy. Brave bitch said this cheeky guy to me. So nobody has talked to me yet. But from his point of view it is even true somehow. After all, my husband slept next to me while I secretly massaged his part. This is also another point. Its part. This big, thick thing.
I still see him very clearly in front of me. Long and thick, so strong and in a way attractive and exciting that I don’t know yet. Now I feel as always in the last few days when I think back to this experience. I notice how it excited me. Several times I did it myself in memory of this little adventure and every time I felt guilty because of Peter, on the other hand it was so excited by me.
These opposing feelings concern me so much that it already affects my work. So it has to be over, just how?I’m slowly drinking the cup of coffee empty. If you never do anything new, then you don’t experience anything, I go through the words of Kira, the seller from the sex shop, through my head. Somehow she is right with it. But I should rather experience something new with Peter instead of going back. I remember that Peter has suggested buying a dildo or a vibrator and trying it out.
Maybe that’s a way to just do something new. Then I forget the experience with the stranger very quickly. I rinse the cup and look at my boss in the office briefly. “I take your offer to Mr. Stegmann. If it’s right, I’ll go home now, ”I say with a smile. He sees only briefly from his documents. “But certainly Ms. Kerber, nice day and until tomorrow.
“I quickly pack my things, make the computer off and let my colleague know, then I leave the multi -storey company building. My car is in the parking lot behind the house. I crame the key from my handbag when I notice from the corner of the eye like Jochen Peters, one of our sellers, gets out of his luxury luxury slide. I just missed the guy. Jochen is 57 and convinced that he is the best guy on earth.
Despite his imaginary species, he is the best seller we have and he does not miss the opportunity to excasted every employee who is not on the trees with three. Sometimes he becomes cheeky, but never crosses a certain limit. “Sandra my sunshine” he almost calls when he sees me and comes to me. “Hello Jochen” I greet back and I’m happy to have found the car key in my handbag so quickly. “Where are you going? I had hoped we’ll see you in the meeting with Stegmann, ”he says, and briefly looks at my breasts, which are clearly distinguished under my blouse.
“Chic as always” he grins and succeeds me in my white blouse, the blue, knee -length skirt and the pumps. “Thanks for the flowers, but you are unlucky today, I break off overtime. “He looks disappointed with disappointed. “Do you have it well, maybe I should dismantle overtime with you and we’ll get a nice day,” he suggests grinning. I see him high, he is a good 1.90 m, a strong man, with a stomach, but still doesn’t look fat.
“I’m sorry, but you will definitely find another colleague who you can delight with your presence,” I say in a friendly smile. Somehow his kind and his eyes don’t mind as usual today, but I’m glad when he wishes me a nice day and goes to the office. I sit down in my car and briefly consider whether I should really start to buy a vibrator. After all, that would be a nice surprise for Peter and before I think about it differently I start the car and drive off.
It’s a lot of traffic and I am glad that I find a parking space near the erotic shop. I close the car and look around. I am never otherwise in this district and it looks very different here during the day than recently at night. The houses are all rather old and not really well maintained. Some pubs, bars and kebab shops are on this street and a little further down is the red light district, but I have never been to.
There is not much going on so early in the morning, just a few people are on the street and I’m also happy around it. I am excited when I walk along the street and wonder if the business is already open at this time. Fortunately, it is already open and a little hesitant I go to the shop. It is different in the early morning, and then alone and sober and not like recently, tipsy and out of a mood together with Peter.
I am relieved when I enter and see that the shop is empty. I notice Kira, the blonde owner who welcomed us recently. She sees me, smiles friendly and grabs her cell phone, taps something and means that she comes to me immediately. When Kira comes to me I just see the selection of the vibrators. “Hello, you were here with your husband”, she briefly considered “Sandra correctly?”.
“Yes exactly, good memory” I say with a smile. I guess Kira in a maximum of mid -20s, she tied her long, blond hair into a ponytail. She looks very sexy in the bright leggings and the narrow, sleeveless top. “I am pleased that you found the way again” Significantly she looks at me “and your husband is not there today what it looks like”. “Uh no, he’s still working” I explain. The blonde looks at me with a smile “and what can I do for you?” ask her.
“Well, so I mean, so I thought I surprise Peter once” I print around and am unsure. It is strange to stand in such a shop and to say a woman completely strange to me that I want to buy a vibrator. Kira strokes my forearm “Hey, not so nervous, but something is normal” she says and looks at me with a smile that I reply immediately. I stroke a strand of hair backwards “Yes, I know, but this” I point to the display and the room “is new to me.
“The blonde looks a bit surprised“ Really, I would have assessed you a little more relaxed. Do you already have a vibrator or is that your first?”. “My first” I confess and slowly take confidence in her, which is not very difficult in her nice and open manner. Kira begins to advise me, shows and explains some dildos and vibrators. My initial tension evaporates until I look at the door and see how the man comes from our last visit to the door.
I recognize him again immediately. These fascinating green eyes, his penetrating look. I almost think my heart stops. How likely is it that this guy appears at the moment when I am in this sex shop? I am like frozen. He looks at me directly and briefly plays around a smile his lips. My heart almost slips into my pants and my stomach contracts. He’s a little older than I last estimated him.
I would guess at the beginning of 50. He wears a tank top and a short sports trousers, strolls through the shop past the cash register into the back area, where it goes to the cinemas and video cabins. I immediately visited the last visit in the porn cinema in front of. “Everything OK?“Asks Kira“ You look as if you’ve seen a ghost. “”. “Um no, nothing, everything is good,” I reply and realize that I have become bright red.
“Oh yes?“She asks mischievously grinning. “I take it,” I say and point to the vibrator that she has just recommended to me. “Good choice, I look back in the back whether I still have it, this is an exhibit,” she says and I follow her to the checkout. “Would you like to look into the cinema for so long? It takes a moment and I invite you “she offers me with a smile. “Please? No, of course not, ”I defend it.
I’m totally nervous because this guy is nearby. “Didn’t you like it last time?”. “Yes” I say almost too quickly. “But it’s just …” I start an attempt to explain, but it can be interrupted by me. “If you don’t do anything new, you don’t experience anything. Isn’t there much right now and so you can get in the mood for your Peter “Talk to me and literally conduct me to access the cinema spaces.
I still want to contradict, but Kira is very convincing. With soft knees and a crazy tingling in the stomach I go up the stairs to the cinema rooms. What do I do here, why do I go in there? * Just turn around* I think, but my legs just carry me on. A light shines over space three, the other rooms are closed. My hand trembles when I open the door and go into the cinema room through the heavy curtain.
I know that something will happen, but something is driving me ahead. Maybe the curiosity or the attraction of the forbidden. There are only two more people in the small cinema hall. At the very front of some man, in the last row I see my stranger. This guy exercises an attraction that I cannot explain to me. My knees are very soft and I’m totally nervous and excited. I go to the last row unsure of how to behave and sit down a few seats next to him.
I have the feeling that my heart jumps out of my chest when I notice that he looks briefly to me, gets up and sits right next to me. I stare at the canvas on which you can see two women stroke in a large bed while a man watches. I can’t believe that I am sitting in such a cinema again and this strange guy is right next to me. The atmosphere here has a certain charm.
I think it has something spoiled in such a cinema. It’s all about the one, pure pleasure satisfaction. I have thought of this situation every day since the last experience and if I am honestly, I also painted that I will experience it again. But I would not have thought possible that it actually happened. Only that this time Peter is not there, which I almost find a relief. I don’t dare to look at him and stare at the canvas.
The moaning of the two women fulfills the room. * Go guy do something, something* I think, but he only sits there and looks at the film. I’m so incredibly excited and not just that, I’m excited. This situation and the strange guy do me at me. I see his crotch on the shorts in which his magnificent part is hidden and without thinking I see how my right hand lies on his thigh, as if it were externally controlled.
What do I do? Again I go to the guy to the underwear. That’s not me. But I can’t help it and push my hand on his crotch. Through the fabric of his sports shorts I feel his part. I breathe in audibly when I feel his thing on my hand. I rub over the shorts, feel his plump, fleshy belt that is not yet really hard. I breathe heavily while I rub its part through the shorts.
I look at the canvas, the man is now in bed with women and they do it uninhibitedly. While I see how the two actresses use the man with my mouth, I slowly push my hand into the strangers’ shorts from above. I feel that it is shaved and my hand moves immediately to his part. I finally feel this wonderful cock in my hand again. I’m slowly starting to jerk off in the shorts.
The stranger turns something to me as I massage it gently. He looks at me and slowly opens the upper four buttons of my blouse. I just let it happen, also that he pulls the blouse apart and thus the approaches of my big breasts with BH become visible. * Get me, oh please feel me* I think totally excited, but he doesn’t do it. He looks at my half -exposed breasts and grins, then he grabs his shorts, lifts the abdomen briefly and pulls the shorts down a bit.
His cock literally jumps out of his pants. I see fascinated on the massive, large part. It is thick and hard he stands up and immediately I touch it again and start massaging it, look at this wonderful plump glans. I can’t solve my eyes, jerk it slowly, see how the foreskin keeps pushing over this plump glans. “You can bubble bitch” whispers the stranger into my ear. I only look at him for a short time.
He grins cheekily. What does that come to talk to me? I see his cock again. This cheeky request only excites me. So I can. But I also want, no I just have to taste this wonderful, thick cock. I push the foreskin back, put the fat acorn free and bend down very slowly. I rarely do it with Peter and only if he asks. But with this guy it is different.
I just want to taste his cock, feel it in my mouth. When the glans is very close to my mouth, I kiss it very gently with my full lips, then circle with the tongue. I hear how he breathes a little more heavily when I suck this thick glans into my mouth. I have to open my mouth far and a wave of excitement goes through my body when I feel and taste the splendor tail of this strange guy in my mouth.
It is the first time, that it is so excited to blow a cock so much. I really enjoy it. I suck and lick the fat glans while massaging the massive, long shaft. With the other hand I gently stroke its plump one. He is totally shaved and I lick the shaft down to his testicles while I keep jerking off. It makes me so incredibly horny to suck this giant ending of the stranger, I close my eyes and suck and lick on the fat glans.
I completely lose the sense of time. Peter would have long since come during the treatment, but I also did not know that I would have spoiled him with such a desire in this way. I feel the hand of the guy on my back head. He begins to give the pace gently and breathes more difficult. Willing I allow it, I just want him to like it. His cock begins to stiffen even more, he breathes faster. I let the glans out of my mouth and quickly jerk off his big cock.
He gives me a few paper towels that he took from a donor that is attached to the seats. As last time I jerk his cock, keep the towels on the glans and see excited and spellbound as he splashes. In large quantities in large quantities of the glans into the cloth in several batches. I feel the wet warmth in my hand. I jerk his cock until nothing comes. His breath becomes calmer directly.
He pulls his shorts up while I dispose of the paper towels in the small container between the seats. He looks at me. His gaze is so penetrating and his eyes captivate me. He turns something to me. I really see him up close for the first time and actually appreciate him in my early 50s. I’m sitting there as frozen when he puts his hand on my thigh and slowly pusheres under my skirt.
An exciting tingling runs through my body. I never thought that I could ever get so intimate with a stranger. So far I have always thought that I have to be in love with a man to have something with him and now that. It is still so surreal for me what I experience and did here. To suck the tail of a stranger. And yet I did it and it made me totally horny.
I feel his hand, which walks up the inside of my thigh and I chase open when he touches my panties with his fingers. He continues to bend to me, his mouth is directly on my ear. “Your cunt is very wet you bitch, it made you so horny to suck my cock,” he whispers with an Eastern European accent. I can only nod lightly and moan quietly when it slowly rubs over the damp panties.
I bite my lower lip so that he doesn’t get louder when he pushes my panties a bit to the side and caressed my damp pussy with his finger. As a matter of course, he touches me at my most intimate place. I have never experienced this with a stranger and instead of squeezing my legs together I spread it a little further. He cleverly caresses my clit, he really knows how to touch a woman. “You often blow the cocks of other guys when your husband is not there?“He whispers.
My abdomen is moving, his touch on my clit makes me hotter and hotter. “No, no, I’m not a bitch,” I smoke quietly to defend myself against this insult. “Oh no?“He breathes into my ear and slowly pushes a finger into my wet pussy, I smoke quietly. He starts to finger me slowly in this porn cinema. “I think you are a horny bitch,” he whispers and fingers me faster. I gasp, claw in his thigh with one hand, with the other in the back of the chair.
His ordinary talk also turns me on. “That’s right you little horny sow?“He whispers in my ear while he fingers me quickly. “Or should I stop?”. What does this guy do with me? I’m more horny than ever. He humiliates me and it also turns me on. I’ve never experienced anything like that. “No, don’t stop, please,” I have been pouring quietly. At that moment he fingered me even faster and kisses me.
Penetrates into my mouth with his tongue and in my arousal I greedily reply the kiss. It is so determining and demanding. I also feel that in his kiss. I can not take it anymore. My moan is suffocated by the kiss. The orgasm comes over me like a wave. My abdomen twitches and I tremble all over the body. The highlight is as intense as it has been forever no longer. Slowly I calm down.
I look at the stranger and he grins, pulls his finger out of me and gets up. He looks at me again in a pattern. My open blouse, which releases the approaches of my plump breasts, my highly pushed skirt, then turns around and just goes out of the cinema. I need a moment to collect myself. It all really happened? Only now do I notice that I am alone in the cinema, the other guy has gone at some point.
With shaky fingers I button my blouse, straighten panties and rock. My panties are really totally moist, I was so excited. I breathe through again. That this guy is easy. But what did I expect?? That he still invites me to a coffee? That is of course nonsense. And this kind of how he talked to me, so humiliating. However, he made me as hot as no other man before. His whole charisma and type attracts me in a way unknown to me.
He looks so confident, so dominant. Whether he is Russian? The accent sounded at least that way. Two men come to the cinema and tear me out of my thoughts. I get up quickly and notice your eyes when I go on to you. It is a bit embarrassed to be seen here. When I come to the sales room, Kira stands at the till and smiles at me. “Well, you liked the film,” she says. I smile with laying “hm, yes already” I reply.
“Then it’s good” she smiles happily. “Oh, because of the vibrator, I checked it, unfortunately I don’t have any more, but it is ordered. Just write down your number and I’ll get in touch when he’s there. “I am still in my thoughts for the last half hour,” um sure, of course “, I only say and write down my cell phone number on a small note that Kira puts on me. She winks at me when I go.
Outside I stay on the sidewalk for a moment and take a breath. I have to process what I have just done and experienced. That wasn’t me at all. On the way to the car, Peter comes back to me and when I think about him my guilty conscience comes back. I take the decision that something like this should never be repeated … Sergei sits in the small bar, drinks a beer and smokes a cigarette.
He sees through the large window on the other side of the street how the little brunette from Kiras Sexshop comes. The little one is really not of bad parents, it corresponds exactly to its taste. Sporty, slim, with a cracker and big, plump tits. It has just cost him some mastery that the plump tits not completely clear and massage. Guaranteed she would have allowed it, probably she would have even had him fucked by him in the cinema.
But he wants to take it slowly with the brunettes. Sergei noticed the first time how unsafe the little bitch is. She literally wrestled with herself before she dared to jerk off his cock. That’s exactly how it was right now. He had the impression that she was waiting for him to take the first step. But he wanted her to overcome herself and it didn’t take long, the little one was so hot to touch his cock.
He smiles when he thinks of how she looked when she saw his big cock for the first time. He pulls on his cigarette and looks at her how she goes to her car. This sweet crack butt in the knee -length skirt and the athletic calves that are emphasized by the pumps. Elegant but not provocative. How good that Kira sent him a message as desired when the brunette came into her shop.
He expresses his cigarette and drinks from his beer when he gets a message on his smartphone. Your name is Sandra and your cell phone number is 015xxxxx. Is really relying on Kira. Grinning, he drinks his beer and saves the number in his phone. The meeting with people has been running from the bank for two hours. I’m really curious to see how it works out. For a long time I worked with my boss, Mr. Stegmann, on the presentation and now he is in negotiations with our seller Jochen Peters in negotiations with the bank.
The appointment is very important, after all, a large new construction project depends on it. Mr. Stegmann was also tense. On the contrary to Jochen. He is always the calm in person. I am very happy that in the office There is a lot to do, that distracts me from thinking about my visit to the sex shop yesterday and what happened there. I was still confused all day and I have a totally guilty conscience towards my husband Peter.
I couldn’t sleep with him yesterday, even though he did a tender attempt. It just didn’t work, so I told him I had total headaches. What a cliché and I hate to lie to him. The distraction has also over since this message arrived on my cell phone. I got really bad. Somehow the guy got my number out of the cinema and wrote to me. I have a fleet in my stomach.
Yesterday I decided that this should never be repeated and now that. I hesitated something and was unsure whether I should answer at all, but then did it. Since then it has been difficult for me to concentrate on my work. So I get up and go to the office kitchen. In the small room I am alone, take a cup of coffee and look at the course of the conversation on my cell phone again:>Well, want to go to the cinema? ;-)<>Who are you?<>You can think of that.
Your next to yesterday<>How do you get my number? Please leave me alone, that won’t be repeated!<>No? As horny as you did? why not?<>I am married. Please leave me alone<>That didn’t bother you when you sucked my cock yesterday ;-)<>I do not want that anymore<>OK. I’ll leave you in peace. When you tell me in my face<I sip the hot coffee and yesterday’s experience goes through my head again.
I still can’t explain what has driven in me. It was so exciting in this atmosphere in this porn cinema. In addition, the broadcast of this older guy. He is so determining and ordinary. I don’t know that from Peter or my ex-boyfriend. Somehow I couldn’t help it. And now he wants to see me again. I always read the chat history. Can I trust this stranger guy? Then he really leaves me in peace? I am determined to defraud Peter in no way.
Still with a false feeling in the stomach and shaky fingers, I guess: >When and where? But not in the cinema<. Without thinking about it again, I will send the message. >In half an hour. < the answer comes promptly, followed by an address. What does he think? I can’t just jump as it suits him in the stuff. On the other hand, I want the thing to be done and I don’t want to be long.
I drink my coffee and let my work colleague know that I have to go away briefly. The meeting still lasts anyway and until it ends, I’m definitely back. As in the past few weeks, the weather is wonderful. Blue sky, no clouds and almost 30 degrees. In my car I enter the address in the navigation system and drive off. The goal is in the same area as the sex shop. The navigation system leads me up a few meters further this street.
I park the car, get out and look around. The area really seems a bit run down. The sidewalk is not really clean and graffiti can be found on many house walls. Didn’t Peter say here in the corner is the red light district? It is shortly before eleven and only a few passers -by are on the road. The pubs and kebab shops I go by have closed. Then I see him standing a few meters away.
The clever feeling in my stomach has gone total excitement and nervousness. In a shirt and sporty shorts he leans on a house wall and looks at me. I have very soft knees when I go to him. It is a really strange situation to meet this stranger again, with which I was so intimate and whose name I don’t even know. “Hello”, I just say and try not to show my uncertainty.
He smiles briefly, succeeds me with his fascinating, green eyes. “Hello,” he replies, “nice that you are there. Should we take a little walk?”. He has a deep voice and a Russian accent. “So I don’t have that much time, I have to go back to the office”. He smiles again, “So chic dressed so chic?”. I wear a blouse, a tight, knee -length skirt and elegant shoes with five cm heels. “An important business date” I explain. “You will give me a few minutes of your time,” he insists and starts.
I just follow him. After just a few steps we reach the entrance of a small park. “I wouldn’t have suspected that here,” I say. “Yes, the city wanted to upgrade the district, but it doesn’t work,” he explains. We go a few meters and my excitement slowly subsides, even though I’m still nervous. “So, so you don’t want to go to the cinema anymore,” he says and looks at me with a smile. “Exactly”, I avoid looking at him, “I don’t know what drove into me, but I don’t do that otherwise,” I explain.
“What? Go to a stranger to the laundry or blow?“He asks cheekily. “Both. Don’t be so ordinary, ”I reply. “My name is Sergej. I’m still strange now?”. His cheeky kind has something. I don’t know why, but this older man looks very attractive to me. “Yes you are. By the way, my name is Sandra. “I say and can’t help but a smile because of his cheeky species. “Pleasant Sandra”, he looks at me while we slowly walk through the almost empty park.
“Now you have to explain to me why you did it anyway. “”. I spread a strand of hair from my face. “That’s a good question. I can’t explain it myself. It was somehow a mixture of everything. The ambience in this cinema, the attraction for something new. You. Oh, I don’t know either, ”I try to explain. It’s strange to talk to this man about it, but somehow it is good too.
“Ah ok. The charm of the stranger, the wicked cinema has something of red light milieu and the boredom of the retracted sex in marriage, ”he grins. “Well … yes maybe … hey, it’s not boring with my husband” I say and box him with a smile against the upper arm. “It’s not that bad. You are not the first married woman who blown another “. I really notice how I get red. If someone had told me a few weeks ago that I cheated Peter and then went for a walk with the guy and talked about sex, then I would have declared them crazy.
“At that moment I was just not myself myself. “”. He stops, looks directly into my eyes. “No. I think at that moment you were more you yourself than ever before. You dared to do something that you otherwise only dreamed of “. It is difficult for me to withstand his eyes, “no, that’s not true” I say and I’m unsure about it. “But it’s true,” he insists, “you were so horny, you would have been fucked by me yesterday in the cinema”.
He estimates me with his green eyes as if he was reading every little reaction from me. I shake my head slightly and swallow, “that’s not true”. He smiles again, “I think and I am sure that you would have liked to be banged by me there. “, He shrugs his shoulders,“ unfortunately we will never find it out, because it will never happen again. “”. I nod “yes exactly” I agree.
His closeness and all the talk has somehow made me tingling. Sergej stands in front of me. “And you are really sure that you don’t want it again? I had the impression that you really liked my cock. “”. I see how he grabs the covenant of his shorts, with his thumb of the left hand he pulls it down a bit, with the right he grabs from above and slowly takes out his part.
With big eyes I see, frightened about this action, on his part, then I quickly look around whether someone sees us. “Sergej what are you doing? When someone comes. “I only bring out in a reproachful tone. “Yesterday you couldn’t wait to get him out of my pants,” he says and slowly begins to rub his big strap. I can’t help but look at. My heart races with excitement and this sight of his plump part already gives me gymnastics.
Peter would never do that. The old guy stands in front of me, “Do you want to blow him again, almost to say goodbye?”. I slowly shake my head and watch out in a spellbound. I lick unconsciously over my upper lip. “You don’t feel true for big cocks? I bet your husband doesn’t have one. “Sergej grins as he slowly strokes his strap, the thick acorn exposed.
How banned I see. “You can touch him if you want you can suck him too”. “Not here” I hear myself say without turning away. That shouldn’t be true, how can I say something like that? I didn’t want it anymore. Sergei has something special in itself. His self -confident nature and this brazen, ordinary behavior. “This is not a no,” he says grinning. Before I know it, he grabs his part again and takes my hand.
“Come on” he just says. “Where do we go?“I ask he says nothing. After a few meters, he pulls me onto a small tramble path that leads through a bush. After a few meters we come to an old, cut fence. He helps me through and leads me to a small area on which two old, small, small halls and an old office building stand. There is debris everywhere. “An old freight forwarder, which has been broke for a long time.
Nearby is the street, sometimes hookers come from freelancers, but at this time nobody is here, ”explains Sergej while he leads me behind the smaller hall. Between two boxes he presses me on the wall. “Hookers?“I just ask. He grins “yes, you like the wicked”. Before I can say something, he kisses me. His tongue penetrates into my mouth and with a frenzied heart I reply the kiss. His hands migrate to my blouse and skillfully butt her up.
I lean against the wall let us grant it. “Are you sure nobody comes?“I ask in a shaky voice. “And if, it doesn’t matter,” he says while he pulls my blouse and looks at my breasts with shining eyes. “You have wonderful, thick tits”, his hands wander to my big breasts and he gets them out of the bra. My little nipples have long been hard and a shiver runs through my body when I feel his hands on my breasts.
Finally he touches me, as I secretly wished yesterday. He comments on “real splendor”. Nobody has said something like that to me yet. I would usually find it impossible, but it is different with him, especially since I’m pretty excited. Sergei grabs my bare breasts and begins to massage, irritate my small, sensitive nipples. I scuffle quietly with this treatment, lean against the wall and push my back through.
“You little bitch will get really cool when you go to your big udders,” he says excitedly and continues to massage my tits. I moan quietly. His humiliating words only gymnastics more at me. So nobody has talked to me yet and yet he is right. I’m getting hot quickly when a man touches my breasts. “Yes, oh yes” I have a quiet one. I close my eyes and beep before excitation as Sergej pressed my tits together and then circles my nipples with his tongue and then sucks in his mouth.
I never wanted to get involved again and tell him the face and now I stand here with an open blouse between these boxes behind a warehouse, where otherwise prostitutes do it with their clients and let the older Russians spoil my breasts. Suddenly he grabs me on his shoulders and presses me down. I crouch in front of him. “You can blow now,” he says while looking down to me.
Excited I take his shorts and pull them down a little. His mighty tail jumps stiffly towards me. With bright eyes I look at this plump thing. I immediately take it in my hand and jerk him. “Oh your cock is so beautiful” I hear myself say in a heated voice. Otherwise I don’t talk. Almost like a addict I start rubbing this wonderful strap over my face and seeing it up to Sergej.
I see the excitement in his eyes. “Blas you you tail -horny piece” he grabs and immediately I start to suck his cock greedily. I suck his fat glans into my mouth, massage the shaft with one hand, with the other the thick eggs. He really has a gorgeous tail. As yesterday, he puts his hand on my head and specifies the clock. I never thought that it makes me so horny to crouch in front of a stranger and suck his cock.
His determining and humiliating manner arouses me in a way that I would never have thought. I suck and suck on the glans, the thick shaft and the plump eggs. He prevents himself and I feel his strong hands on my tits. Sergej looks down to me, “Do you want more?“I see excited about him. I can’t think more clearly than I nod. I don’t waste a thought of Peter and my guilty conscience.
At the moment I am totally hot and displace everything else. The Russian puts in my light brown hair with one hand, pulls my head back a little. With the other hand he grabs his cock and rubs his damp, shiny acorn over my cheek, “ask me good for what to do with you”. It’s so humiliating and yet so cool. I see up to him, “please fuck me” I hear myself say with a shaky voice.
Sergej pulls me up, turns me around, “support you on the wall and stretch out your ass”, determines and horny as I am, I do it. He hastily pushes my skirt up. “What kind of horny are you. Treaching gerter and a horny cracked butch. It is strange that I like it so much that I like him so much. I am almost relieved because of that and stretch my butt more towards him.
He pulls my string down and reaches between my legs. I moan when I feel his hand at my most intimate place. “You bitch is really wet” he comments on grinning when he drives through my pussy with his fingers. I twitch together when I feel his glans on me. I look at him over my shoulder. “With rubber” I pussy. Sergei laughs at. He rubs his fat glans on my totally damp pussy.
The tingling and lust make me wrong. “I fuck without or I stop. What do you want bitch?” he asks. With big eyes I look at him excitedly, then look back to the front “Please push him in” I say softly. I’m just too hot to think clearly, and then I feel it. The older Russian slowly penetrates me with his fat glans. I bite my teeth together. “Oh god” I press out.
His hot part extends me, fills me out when he slowly penetrates me deeper into me. “What is your cunt tight” he pours and grabs my chest with one hand and massages it, while he penetrates further into me. Then he stays in me, gives me the opportunity to get used to his size. It is an incredible feeling of feeling this wonderful, strange cock in me. I bite my teeth together when he then starts to push me slowly.
He massages my chest while becoming a little faster. I am so horny that it doesn’t take long for the first orgasm to come over me like a wave. I bite my lower lip, my legs and my abdomen tremble like crazy. “Well you sow was needed,” laughs Sergei dirty and then starts to push me harder after my highlight has subsided a bit. He touches me on my hips and fucks me hard and quickly.
I press my lips together, moan and chaste quietly because I’m afraid that someone will come. My plump tits bobs horny in the clock of his bumps. “Fuck your husband you so you cunt? You don’t like that? How to get fucked through a hooker you become horny horny, ”Sergej gasped in his lust. His talk only makes me hotter. “Yes, yes, oh that’s horny, right, like” it bursts out of me and I moan loudly with his bumps.
I notice how the next orgasm. I enjoy the feeling of his giant in me with your eyes closed. I give myself completely. “Oh yes, oh yes, your cock is so horny, more, more,” I moan towards him. More violently than the first climax shakes me through. My whole body trembles like crazy. My knees give in so that Sergej puts his arm around my lower body and holds me. Then he pulls his cock out of me, I’m still standing there, leaning against the wall, stretching out the ass.
The Russian jerks briefly and then I feel his juice on my buttocks. He injects several pushing of his viscous, hot sperm on my ass, which I stretch towards him. I can’t remember ever experiencing such intense orgasms and I need a moment to catch myself again and calm my breath. Sergej pulls his pants up again and while I straighten my clothes and clean myself from my handbag with a pace, he watches me.
“Was a good farewell”, he says grinning and lights up a cigarette. “Oh yes, and what kind of” I agree with him. We go back the same way we came and don’t talk much. We say goodbye to the park exit and when I want to go he holds me on my wrist, pulls me up again and kisses me. While our tongues play together, he opens the two upper buttons of my blouse.
“Do not always hide your big udders. We men like to see something like that, ”he says with a wink that I have to smile. With a slap on my buttocks that lets me twitch, he then sends me away. “Make it a little bit of bitch,” he says cheekily. “You too” I reply. On the way to my car, I look back over my shoulder. He turns on a cigarette and looks after me. I breathe through again in my car.
Everything really happened right now? Unbelievable that I did that. >>If you don’t do anything new, you don’t experience anything<< Go through the words of Kira, the seller from the sex shop, through my head and I have to smile. She is right and if I hadn’t met with Sergej, I would never have experienced this extraordinary sex. I start the car and make my way back. Hopefully he keeps a word and will leave me in peace from now on ………………………………………………………..Sergej looks at the little brunettes how she goes to her car in her tight skirt.
He lights up a cigarette and grins. He already thought that it would become weak when they meet and he was right. It looks as good as she always dresses and that looks with this look. Alone their wonderful, thick, tight udder and the small, sensitive nipples. The little one has become really cool, as soon as he exposed and touched her big tits. And how she wrestled inside.
It was clear to him that the lust will win with her. It was really a lucky hit that their ways crossed. Sandra is exactly according to his taste. Sporty slim, a really horny cracked butt and the tight, thick tits. In addition their submissive disposition. It was noticeable to her how new it was to be treated for her, but also how much it excited her. Sergej grins when he throws his cigarette on the sidewalk and sets off.
He is sure that he will see Sandra again again. Peter has been on the road since this night at four o’clock. A one -week fishing trip with a few of his friends, as you do two to three times a year. He couldn’t tell me whether there are fish in such warm weather at all, but I suspect that the men are more about drinking too much and making nonsense undisturbed.
Be it as it is, I treat him to his time with friends. After all, I also go away with a friend every now and then and at the moment I even feel very much, because I just don’t get out of my head. Since Peter started, I couldn’t really get to sleep. So I got up at five o’clock and used the coolness in the morning for a long endurance run.
Otherwise jogging always helps me to relax and come down, just like the shower afterwards that I am taking. I can arrange my thoughts and usually feel very good afterwards. This is physically the case today, but my head does not come to rest. Everything is going well professionally. Mr. Stegmann and Jochen, the people at the front of the bank were able to convince of the new building project and with Peter everything, as always, is great.
It is this story with Sergej that doesn’t let me come to rest. When I think back to it, it is as if it wasn’t me who did it and experienced it all. As if I had stood next to me. Everything was so different from what I experienced with Peter or my ex-boyfriend. What is so worrying is how much it excited me and how intense my highlights were. I can’t even fix it on one thing.
It is an interplay of so many things. On the one hand, this special atmosphere was in this cinema and also on this abandoned company premises, where prostitutes otherwise do it with their clients. On the other hand, there is actually heavier, Sergej’s whole kind and charisma weighs. Its effect he has on me. He is so determining, cheeky and ordinary. In addition his fascinating, green eyes with which he looks at me so penetrating. It seems as if he knew exactly what is going on in me and I feel drawn to him in a way that is totally strange to me.
It’s really difficult to describe. He somehow looks so superior and it excited me to subordinate me to subordinate me. Even his humiliating insults made me hot. I get out of the shower while I am still thinking about him. I dry myself off and his words come back to my mind: “I think at that moment you were more you yourself than ever before. You dared to do something that you otherwise only dreamed of, ”he said to me when I tried to explain to him in the park why I behaved in the cinema.
Maybe he’s right with it. At least partially. If I am honest with myself, then my previous sex life was rather boring. At least compared to what I experienced with Sergej. It was always shaped by a lot of tenderness and love. Actually the pure cuddly sex and I never thought that I could have sex with someone I don’t love. With the older Russian, however, it was exactly the opposite. It was pure pleasure satisfaction.
Hard, spoiled sex and I definitely don’t love Sergej. But something is already there. A fascination, an attraction that he exercises on me and that is now concerned with me for days. How do other people do that with such an affair? I ask myself while I cream myself. I wish I was a little more hard -boiled in some things. I could let the matter based on it and simply go to the agenda. But I’m not like that.
I have Peter this guilty conscience and beyond this new page on me, which Sergej sparked in a way. I rub the lotion on my breasts. Sergej called her “udder” she. How primitive and ordinary. Like in a cheap porn and yet it had a certain effect on me. My nipples straighten up and I cream my breasts more intensely, see myself again at this warehouse and think of Sergej, who has skillfully spoiled my breasts.
I breathe heavily. “Oh Sergej” I smoke quietly when I rub over my sensitive nipple with your eyes closed. “No, no” I call myself to order and stop immediately. I am annoyed by the fact that I get hot again when I think about him. I don’t want that anymore. Otherwise I have rarely satisfied myself and since I knew it, I do it almost every day. It can not go on like this.
“Leave it his Sandra, you love Peter and he didn’t deserve something like that”, I call myself to order while I put the body lotion away and wrap myself in a dry bathing towel. I get a coffee from the kitchen that I started right after jogging and sit on our balcony with my cup and my cell phone. It’s just half past eight and at this time you can still endure it well here.
While I can see the hundredth time of the coffee, for the hundredth time in the last two days, on my cell phone and check the new messages. There is nothing important. Also none of Sergej and I displace the feeling of the emerging disappointment. Today is the third day since our meeting. It was on a Wednesday and today is Saturday. After all, he kept word and no longer reported. That’s exactly what I wanted.
Then why am I a little disappointed? What did I expect? That he beg to see me again? Basically it would have disappointed me even more, because Sergej doesn’t look like he was running. While I drink the coffee I read our course of conversation again. A smile plays around my lips when I read his cheeky message and would do it through my head, I start to type a message.
>>Thank you again for the great experiences, Greetings Sandra<<. I stare at my message and think chewing about it on my lower lip. whether I should really send that. My fingers tremble and before I really thought it out, I press on send. As if my phone was 100 degrees hot, I quickly put it on the table and twitches back in front of it. I have to be insane. Why am I doing that? I get a coffee nervously and tell myself that I just wanted to hear again, that he also liked it, that I liked him.
For a reason not known to me, this is somehow important to me. I sit for half an hour on the balcony and try to distract me mentally. But I can’t do it. I am totally restless and keep looking on my phone. He did not answer. All the more I shrink when my cell phone suddenly rings. I take it excitedly from the table. His number shines on the display. My stomach contracts. I feel like a teen before the first date.
What should I do now? I thought he wrote that he would not have suspected. My hand trembles when I accept the conversation. I clear my throat “yes hello”. “I’m surprised to hear from you, you didn’t want to contact anymore,” I hear Sergej’s deep voice. His sound is kind of repellent. It’s a feeling like I have a stone in my stomach. “I … so I don’t know either. “I just remove it unsafe and try to hide the tremor in my voice.
Somehow I thought he would be happy about the news. The repellent tone hits me a lot. “And what do you want?“He asks his Russian accent. “Nothing, I … so I thought it was a nice message. Are you mad?” I answer. Oh my goodness. I’m not just as excited as a teen, I’m also talking such a trash. I nervously stroke a strand of my light brown hair from my face. “No I’m not,” he replies, “you seem to be alone, otherwise you would not have gone.
Where is your man?“His sound is already a bit friendlier and that’s why I fall a stone from the heart. The initial tension makes something after. Hearing his voice alone is good for me in a way. “He’s gone for a week,” I say and sit down on the chair more relaxed and take a sip of coffee. “So so. And you take the opportunity immediately and get in touch with the guy you went to your laundry a few times “.
I can literally see his cheeky grin in front of my eyes and I am totally relieved that the initial, repellent tone is no longer in his voice. Now it sounds the same as in the park at our first meeting. “Hey, that’s not the case, just wanted to be friendly” I try to talk out. “I think it’s the same,” he laughs cheeky, “at least you just thought of us. What exactly? How you wanked my cock while your wicked cock of husband bashed next to you? Or on how you went to my pants in the cinema the second time?“I listen to him, his ordinary manner already attracts me again.
I only say “Sergej” quietly and try to sound reproachfully. “Ah I bet you thought of how I fucked you right? How my fat cock has penetrated your wet pussy. “He describes with a cheeky tone in his voice. It is unbelievable. He can do it in such a short time that I am very tingling again. I put the coffee cup with his talk and my hand wanders to my thigh.
I caress about it. “Somehow I thought of everything” I admit it quietly. Our balcony cannot be seen from neighbors, but you can hear when neighbors talk. “I am pleased that you liked it so much my horny Sandra,” says Sergej. “And now you want it again?” he asks. “No” I quickly reply and take my hand from my thigh, as if I are with a little bad caught gone. “I don’t cheat my husband anymore, but I just wanted to get in touch,” I explain.
“Why are you talking so softly? Where are you?“He asks curiously. “On the balcony and not all neighbors have to be able to get with you when I call,” I explain. “Can you see you too?””No why?””What are you wearing?“He continues to ask curiously. I truthfully say “just a bathing towel”, “I was showering” I push after an explanatory manner. “A nice idea. But she is even nicer when I imagine that you are not wearing anything. So be nice and open the bath towel.
” he says. I have to smile, “that could fit you”. “Yes, that fits me. So be good. You want to be good or? Open the bath towel. For me, ”I hear him say. His deep voice sounds gently but determining. I chew nervously on my lower lip while thinking about doing it. I am hesitantly looking around, although I know that our balcony is not visible. With shaky fingers I open the bath towel and sit naked on our balcony.
It gives me do what Sergej tells me. It’s a whole new situation for me. “Did you do it?“He asks a little impatient. “Yes” I whisper. He laughs briefly, “that’s how I like it. Be further good and touch yourself. Castle over your wonderful, thick tits “. “What you up to?“, I ask softly, but I follow his wish and stroke my full, tight breasts with one hand. My nipples immediately set up.
My excitement increases. “Are your nipples hard?“, He wants to know from me. “Yes, they are,” I whisper on the phone and cannot hide a slight tremor in my voice. “So it is good. Now you will stroke your hand over your stomach to your sweet, small cunt, ”he points out me. His voice, the instructions in this ordinary tone. It excites me very much and I breathe more heavily when I drive my hand over my stomach to my pussy.
I gently stroke my labia with a finger. A comfortable shower runs through my body and the old Russian can hear me more difficult on the phone. “Are you wet?“Want to know the old Russian. “Yes, yes I am” I admit softly and pet on. “Then tell me again that you don’t want to be fucked by me again. That you don’t long for my fat cock. “He says with his deep voice.
I am very excited, but I don’t say anything, only breathe heavily. I can’t say it, when I just said to be loyal to be loyal. “I thought you are horny piece. You can come to me now. You go in the street opposite the porn cinema, house number 38, apartment 7. If you are not there in half an hour, then never get in touch with me, ”I hear him say and then he just puts on.
I am completely surprised. He just put on. I just sit down and still see my phone in disbelief. What does he think? My thoughts roll over. He means it seriously? I can’t go to him now. “That doesn’t work, what do I do?“I say quietly to myself and are getting more and more nervous. When I go to him, it will happen again. I think of Peter and yet I think about what to put on at the same time.
Only half an hour. I see the clock excitedly. If I don’t do that, then he never wants to see me again and I am convinced that he is going through it that way too. At this thought I have this stone in my stomach again. >What is wrong with me?< I think while excitingly going into the bedroom to the wardrobe …………………………………………………………………..It’s very warm when I get out of my car. I still have almost five minutes. I would not have thought that I could do it in half an hour, especially not because the search for the parking space took so long.
I hurried to the address that Sergej called me. Once again I have to find that this quarter does not have an inviting effect even in the beautiful weather. But today there are more people on the road than last time. I wear a short, white summer dress that I only bought the day before yesterday. It takes me to the middle of my thighs and has a V-neckline. It is not very deep, but you can already see the approaches of my plump breasts.
Sergej’s note regarding my outfit, I was already going through my head when choosing the dress. However, since it is not too irritating and revealing, I chose this dress and I notice that I pull the view of some male passers. I especially like a group of young foreigners, I suspect Turks or Arabs, because they whistle me. Not that it would be strange to me that men look at me, but I never made anything of it.
However, I just feel it as a confirmation that I like and I have to smile on the whistles. I finally reach the house with number 38. It is an old building, like so many here that is smeared with graffiti. With soft knees I look at the doorbell tableau. S. Wolkow stands next to the bell of apartment No. 7. I’m still hesitant. It is probably the fear of your own courage.
This time I can’t talk myself out that I am only here to say that something will never happen again. On the contrary, I am here because it made me totally nervous that I will never see him again. I displace every thought to Peter and the bell. It doesn’t take long and the door is pressed out to me. It is pleasantly cool in the stairwell and I go up the stairs excitedly. The apartment is located in the attic and Sergei, only in shorts, in the open apartment door when I get the stairs up.
He smiles at me and I am undecided as I should welcome him. I am even more nervous near him and the exciting tingling sensation in the stomach is immediately again. “Nice dress, you like,” he says and I smile with his compliment. “I am happy that you like it,” I reply. I was more likely to wait for it to kiss him, but he does not make any institutions in this regard.
Sergei means to step in to me and I go past him into his apartment. I am a little surprised, the apartment looks very bright and friendly. Very modern. When I walked through the small hallway, I stand in a large open kitchen that the large living space borders directly on. The living room is simple but modern. The furniture looks very expensive. A large leather sofa, a glass table, a sideboard on the wall and a huge television.
Only a few very nice photographs of buildings and landscapes on the walls. From the living room it goes to a roof terrace. “You have it really very nice here and so well cool,” I say, finding that I actually had no idea how he lives. “Thank you, without air conditioning it doesn’t work above,” he explains. “But you’re not here to talk to me about my apartment, it is not true?“, I look into his fascinating, green eyes,“ you are here because you want to be fucked again by me.
“, He says with a smile. A little run over by the direct manner I stand rooted and my heart beats to my neck. I chew nervously on my lower lip, a habit that I just can’t get used to. One would think that I would be a little more relaxed in Sergej’s presence after what we have experienced, but it just isn’t like that. He leans against the wall while he is pushing me as I stand in front of him in his living room.
“It made you horny in the cinema and the other day in the park”, I only easily nod in his words and notice the burgeoning excitement through his eyes, his words. “You don’t experience something like that with your husband, it was hornier than with him and you can think of nothing else,” I hear him say with his deep voice. I don’t bring out a word. He is right and I don’t contradict him.
“Nice dress”, he repeats his compliment from straight, “but the neckline could be larger. You can show more of your magnificent tits “. He grins cheekily at me. “Why don’t you do it? Do not you dare?“, He wants to know. I look down in myself, “that’s not my way of dressing too freely”, I try to explain. “I probably don’t want me to be reduced to my breasts. “” You will still be “he says with a grin.
“I won’t be” I play defiantly back. He laughs, “pull off the dress,” he says in a defining tone. I don’t hesitate at all, open the zipper on the back and let the dress slide to the ground. I stand in front of him in the bra, string, and my pumps. Sergej gets closer and sucks me, goes around me very slowly. “You have a great body, you do a lot of sport?“, He wants to know. “Jogging and swimming” I reply and I am glad that I like him so well.
“Don’t stop with it. “Grinning he gives me a pat on the bottom that lets me twitch together. I ceiling quietly. I’m totally tense and excited inside. He takes my hand with me, he only says and I follow him. He leads me through the living room to his bedroom. It is a bright, large room, on one side there is a cabinet with mirrored sliding doors, on the other hand there is a large bed.
There is a large window on the opposite wall. “Take off,” says the old Russian in his usual determining tone as he takes the duvet off bed. I take off completely excitedly. “Swing your cracked butt on the bed,” he says, and with soft knees I lie down on the big bed. I notice a greedy glow in his green eyes when he sees me naked. Sergej comes to me and takes my hands, put my arms over my head and attached a leather cuff to my wrists, which are connected to a short chain on the frame of the bed head.
“What are you doing?“I just ask, but let it go. I lie naked in front of him on the wrists. I am at the mercy, but it doesn’t worry me. I can’t explain why I don’t trust this old Russian, which I actually do not know. The feeling of being defenseless is exciting for me in a completely new way. I see how he pulls out his shorts. My gaze is put on by his big, half stiff cock, the plump and heavy hangs between his legs.
I unconsciously lick myself with this exciting sight over the lips. Sergej kneels on the bed next to me and looks at me. Then he touches me. I finally feel his hands on my body and I shiver. I get goosebumps when he starts stroking me. On the stomach, on the legs, very slowly he does it and explores my body with his strong hands. I breathe heavily. He strokes me extensively, leaving my breasts and my pussy.
I’m getting hotter, breathe heavily. “You like to be at the mercy, it is not true you little sow?”He says cheekily. “It makes you horny if you are told what to do if you get humiliated, you just haven’t stood it yourself,” he continues to talk. Then he stops and looks at me. “Spread your legs you bitch,” I hear him say and I will meet his request immediately. The old Russian is right with what he says.
He gives me everything so incredibly and I don’t recognize myself again. I would never have thought how exciting it is to indulge in a more dominant man like Sergei. Sergei only touches my long tough nipples with the palms and I open up. A crazy tingling runs through my whole body, I am so sensitive. “Oh yes” I gasp. Slowly he rubs only over my nipples. “You like that bitch, what?“He continues to talk and then he starts stroking my breasts, massaging.
Sometimes gently, sometimes firm. I rear up and moan quietly. “Yes, yes, more” I have a quiet one. The Russian massages and processes my breasts that I hear and see. I ceiling and moaning excited, lost every sense of time. “You have wonderful splendid vuts du Drecksau,” I hear him as if from a distance and this spoiled talk, this humiliation, only makes me hotter. He wanders with one hand over my stomach between my wide -spread legs.
I twitch together when I feel his fingers on my pussy. “You’re really wet you horny cunt,” says Sergej grinning and under my groan he penetrates into me with a finger. “Oh yes, oh yes,” I just cast. I feel his finger in me, which begins to fuck me easily. Then he lets off my breasts completely, kneels next to me and pushes two fingers into my wet pussy jerkily.
Moaning I tear my eyes on “oh god”, I whine and then he starts to pushing me hard and quickly with two fingers. With the other hand he rubs over my clit. I grit my teeth together, pushed moan, it feels so cool. “Let it out, let you go horny cunt,” I hear him excitedly say, “and don’t dare to come before I allow it. “With these words he fucks me even harder with two fingers, his other hand flies over my clit.
The room is filled with my now louder moan and the smacking sounds that his fingers make when it keeps bumping hard and deep into my wet pussy. Otherwise I have always held back during sex, tried to control myself. But that’s over with Sergej. I can’t help but groan my desire and it’s like a kind of liberation. I notice how the climax is building up more and more, I win in my handcuffs.
Delighted I lie there with bent, wide -spread legs and let myself be fingered by the older Russian, as I have never experienced before. It is not to be allowed to come. I grit my teeth together and Sergej observes exactly how much I try to follow his instructions. He enjoys torturing me. “You can come bitch,” I hear him after a felt eternity, while he continues to push his fingers into me.
I can’t hold it back anyway. The orgasm comes over me in several waves. It is like a redemption “Oh God yes, yes” I moan and when my abdomen starts to twitch uncontrollably, Sergej pulls his fingers out of me and pushes my legs apart further. I moan loudly and tear my eyes open when I realize that I would spray with the orgasm. That has never happened to me. I no longer have control over my body, sugar and win under the enormous wave of this highlight.
If I were not already totally red with lust and effort, I would have been with shame when I sprayed. I press my legs together and still wind with a panting and twitching in my handcuffs. The older guy kneels with a steep cock between my legs, which he roughly presses apart. I haven’t really got a breath. Look at him, then on his enormous, stiff part. “But you were really horny that you sprayed something?”He says grinning and I would like to bury my head in my pillow.
Sergej grabs his cock and rubs his fat glans on my wet pussy. I’m totally irritated and sensitive to this great treatment. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. Your lust never has to be embarrassed to you, ”he says and slowly penetrates me. I can hardly stand it, I’m so sensitive right now. Nevertheless, I am happy to feel Sergei in me at that moment. His big, plump cock that totally fills me.
He leans over me as he slowly begins to push me. “Did you miss my cock?“He wants to know excited. I nod be grenched, “yes, yes I have” I confess and then he kisses me. I immediately reply the kiss. Finally. I thought he wouldn’t do it at all. While our tongues play together, he starts to fuck me slowly. Then he straightens his upper body again, grabs my legs and begins to push me harder.
I see the game of his muscles on his wiry, trained upper body. With a greedy look he sees on my big tits that bob in the clock of his bumps. His fat cock in me feels so cool. I moan with lust. Sergej suddenly stops and loosens the handcuffs from the bed frame. “Come on turn, I want to see your cracking butt,” he says horny. I turn around, on all four and stretch my butt.
Immediately he penetrates back into me and starts fucking me hard. “What are you a horny fuck piece. “He gasps and horny himself with his talk. He keeps giving me slap on the bottom that let me groan up. I enjoy being taken away by him when I suddenly feel something on my anus. “Sergej what are you doing?“I whine surprised. He wetted a finger with my juice and rubs it on my hole while he fucks me.
It tingles so strange. “What do you cunt” he just says and then he just pushes a finger very slowly into my buttocks. I open my eyes. “Oh, oh, not after all,” I have been pouring. I want to escape, “not there Sergej, please” I beg. But he holds me tight and just keep going. “Relax you whore,” he poured horny. He stays in me with his cock and begins to fuck my finger very easily in the buttocks.
It’s a totally unusual feeling. With a wide -opened eyes I whine quietly. The initially unpleasant feeling slowly subsides. I gasp while he is slowly bumping with his cock and at the same time fucks my finger gently in the butt. It feels really cool now. I never thought. My butt was always a taboo zone. My horny moan shows him that I like it and so he fucked me on for a moment.
“If your husband knew that you let your ass fingers to fuck” gasp Sergej excited. “Don’t talk about him” I gasp. Suddenly he pulls his finger out of my butt, grabs me with one hand on my neck and presses my upper body almost brutally on the mattress, “You bitch don’t tell me what to speak of,” he pours and then he fucks me harder, press mineTop body down and really climb me, keep striking me on my ass.
Somewhat surprised by his hard way I still have my whole lust with lust and is shaken by a next climax. I hardly get to the air, when he grabs me on my hair, pulls me out of bed and presses me on my knees. I see his moist, glossy giant, which is right in front of my face. “Make the mouth on cunt” he orders horny and jerks his cock. I do it exhausted, see on his fat straps, which he jerked horny.
This somewhat brutal way creates a mixture of some fear and excitement for me. I have never allowed a man to come in my mouth, but with him it is something else. I even want it. It has something very submissive to kneel in front of him and it is a satisfactory feeling. I only twitch back when Sergej moaning, with shaky knees comes. He splashes his thick juice into my mouth, part of my face.
I feel and taste the juice in my mouth and in the aftermath of the lust I swallow it. I can no longer think clearly. Then I take his cock in my hand and suck him, almost grateful, clean. “That’s how it is my horny cunt,” he comments on grinning. Exhausted, after a moment I let off his lifting cock and he gives me some paper towels from the dessert with which I clean my face. I get up and we kiss, sink closely to the bed.
“Oh Sergej, that was awesome,” I say and cuddle to him exhausted, sleep in his arm ………………………………………………………………………………………………..Sergei gets up after a few minutes and looks down on the little brunette. It lies there naked and sleeps peacefully. At her sight alone, his big cock stood again. Your sporty slim body, the cracking butt and the firm, thick udder. It was the purest bliss to fuck the little one. It took a while, but then she let her go.
He has to smile at the thought of how she wrapped herself in her bonds and how embarrassing it was when she sprayed during orgasm. It was such a horny sight. And her reaction when he fingered her ass. In any case, she liked it, even if it was for her for the first time. Sergej has to grin when he goes to the roof terrace and lights up a cigarette.
He would have bet that Sandra reports again, after the fuck at the warehouse and he was right. It will definitely be an exciting week without her husband. Grinning the Russian smokes his cigarette in peace.
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