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Hello my name is nicci. I am 39 years old. I’m 1. 64m tall and weigh 52 kg. I have long blond hair. Cup size 80 d. I am sporty with a wonderful waist and also beautiful to look at it in general. My eyes are blue. The shoe size is 36 to 38 just like my clothing size. But always depends on the cut. As a private assistant, I work for a respected professor and also live with him in the house.
Do not interpret wrongly, I have a work and living area in the basement next to the sauna and fitness area. Nothing runs between us. I am a trained nurse and then let me further trained at the University of Clinic in Essen to the company assistant. From there I have been recruited by him and have been in his service for 2 years now for 2 years. I am submissive, bisexual and masochistic. I have some experience in tied up and softly abused.
My job enables me to have a relative free time design. I’m currently in a permanent triangle relationship and not looking for. I would like to tell you an event from my recent past here. From experiences from other sides, where I have already published something, I have to point out that my story and the people found there have been fictitious or changed by name. 🙂 And so it happened that after I had booked 2 rooms in a castle hotel in Gelsenkirchen for my prof and myself last weekend in June, that we were there for 2 nights.
On Friday I had to type and prepare the foils and explanations in the very nice and hot weather. My prof gave intensive training for specialists in a nearby accident hospital. I sat on the laptop for it all day and could only enjoy the weather through the window. But I got ready on Friday evening so that my prof Saturday and Sunday could carry out the training in peace. Then we went out to eat in the castle of our own restaurant on Friday evening and then everyone in their booked room.
Unfortunately my room was not air -conditioned and so it was very warm inside. It was only to end in bed naked. So I naked some fansadox comics what I got pretty horny. Then I played around for a while, twisted my nipples and pulled around on it. I kneaded my breasts and hit my mummy and worked it out until I had the redeeming orgasm. The bonds of the comic always make me so flush.
Exhausted satisfied and huge wet I fell asleep then. In my dream I was groped naked and tied up by many hands. Unfortunately, I can only remember that I was taken on a meadow in a cemetery and at night. Faith of zombies or something. I don’t have any necrophils at all crazy. Oh well. On Saturday morning I am still totally sweaty of the warning night. Showered quickly and in your pants suit, so as not to appear too late for the breakfast date.
After a detailed breakfast and the discussion of today’s agenda we were already expected by the driver who should go to the hospital. My presence was only necessary until lunchtime and if the break should start for lunch I was free. Since I had no appetite, I let our driver bring myself back to the hotel, where I decided to jog a few laps in the adjacent Park Castle. So get out of the bourgeois work clothes, my white top and the associated jogging pants with my running shoes and out into the fresh air.
When I warmed up in front of the hotel, I already noticed how my sweat started to run and I probably caught the attention of the male visitors sitting there in the beer garden. Horny ass and horny tits were still the more harmless comments that also really obscene offers. Of course I know about my appearance and my effect on the male gender. I enjoy the attention and know exactly that if the guys know what I was on, I would not get any way anywhere.
Of course I did not react to the whole thing and only looked badly in the direction of the comments and then slowly started. The castle hotel is located in the middle of a beautiful park and so the sun was not too crazy for me. It was hot anyway. I usually always start to run very slowly and when I mean I have reached operating temperature I put on the pace. That day it was so warm and the wind was nasty because it did not cool at all.
After 2 rounds I already noticed that the jogging pants pull in the popo and the mumu and it tied properly. At the second round I passed a boat rental, there was a small snack with ice cream and everything you can use on a hot day. Unfortunately I hadn’t taken any money with me so that I was going back there later. The third round was also my last one, because my mumu felt compelled to run out of lust by scratching the pants.
My wet was slowly emerging in my step. When I passed the beer garden in front of the hotel, a dark wet spotted leak was clearly drawn up. My uprous head, not from running hihi, was definitely contrasting with my white sports clothing, my blond hair and my tanned skin. (Seamlessly) Under whistle and shameless comments I quickly ran into the lobby to get my room immediately after the key issue to get relief in the shower.
As I got it under the running water, I thought of my dream and imagined how I was groped and taken naked by the drunken group of men, hard and brutally naked on a beer garden table. After the second orgasm, I had goosebumps all over the body, I realized that I had showered cold. It didn’t help!I was still horny but also a little refreshed. So I pulled the one with me again white short summer dresses at the haird of my hair put on me as always and since I wanted to completely do without underwear.
The hair tied together to the ponytail, the competitive summer dress was perfect and emphasized my figure. Since I didn’t wore anything underneath that it was like a second skin. Quickly on my sandals, 20 euros as a fake in hand, sunglasses and off we went. There was a different clientele in the beer garden, I was able to start my way to the kiosk without comments. At 4 p.m. it was really hot, no wind or so cool the air.
There were a few beer tent sets in the shade of large parasols on the boat rental with the kiosk. A vanilla ice cream and a glass of Prosecco in my hands I was looking for a place with a nice view of the lake shimmering in the sun. The kiosk was apparently visited by a lot of walking customers that I was sitting alone all the time. The ice cream and the Prosecco were fine and so I enjoyed the refreshment. Around 6 p.m. I had invested all my money in Prosecco and I felt slightly tipsy.
Since my prof already had something in the evening and would only be back to the hotel late, so I had time. So I decided to go a big round through the park back to the hotel very comfortably. My thoughts were back with my sexy fantasies. Slightly inspired as I was, my ideas became more and more brutal and harder. When I was around 19 after the round. Arrived at the hotel, I decided to do a lap spontaneously because I didn’t feel like my room and still didn’t really cool down.
On my second round the park emptied and I was alone on the way alone. When I was on a piece that I could definitely see 400 m, I imagined how it would be to walk naked here. So I looked around quickly, I could only see an older couple on crutches very far away and then I got my dress together so that the fabric was on my flat stomach.
My breasts and my mumu were free in the air. I took my sandals in my hand because I really wanted to run barefoot. The feeling was incredibly beautiful. I loved the little stones and the cool soil on my sweet feet. I was so incredibly horny. But after a few meters I was preparing myself because my coward had taken over the upper hand again. Only my feet remained naked.
I felt inspired and horny. I noticed that I wasn’t finished yet with myself. On the right and left, small paths went to bench benches every now and then and I decided to enter one of those facing the lake side. The swivel brought me to a beautiful piece of earth after a few steps. A single park bench under a tree in the setting sun was a really great picture. The spot was also protected by a high hedge and I could never be seen from the main path.
Now that my horny I clearly took the lead again, I put the dress again like on the way. One hand played with my mumu dripping with moisture and the other kneaded my meat mountains. I forgot everything around me and worked hard and more brutal. The world became a place out of pleasure and the desire for more. In my imagination I felt a lot of couples on myself and with my head in my neck, closed eyes I gave myself and my fantasies.
I had completely stepped away and shortly before an orgasm when I suddenly heard a voice right in front of me: “Look at Frida I told you there is the hooker. “Now I was completely steady. There was an grandpa and a grandma in front of me. A lot of me down my jaw. Grandpa and grandma looked at my freely born breasts with the intrusive nipples, my open mumu because I had totally spread my legs and I heard the following words as in trance: “What a horny hooker.
“The words actually came from grandma who was probably called Frida. “Take a look at Helmut what these young things do. In our time there was no such order and morality “With her walking stick, she pressed against my stomach and left an impression on the dress. While her husband probably kept my arms with his walking aid, which I kept protecting against my nudity as far as possible. At the same moment the grandma rammed the tip of her stick into my mumu.
With a smacking sound it disappeared into me for a good 4 to 5 cm. Due to the sudden pressure in me, my naked butt on the bench slipped so far back that my back formed a holy cross through the backrest and I stretched out my breasts even more and. Out of blame and surprise, I then stuck to the back with the arms stretched out on the right and left of the backrest. At that moment the grandma pushed the stick into me for a few cm, which I unexpectedly and reluctantly crossed with a groan.
The grandpa hit my tits fully. “You only go Frida as the hooker goes there. That likes that. Pack their meat tits here, they are totally tight. Give me your stick “Both of them changed positions, although the grandma could really grab it. Aua. And the grandpa actually started to fuck his wife’s walking stick. I relaxed a little and let it be fully dented to me.
I groaned the following: “Do you want to be quiet, you would like to be flitted“ Grandma missed two light slaps. “Get up and show yourself very naked. Get going on otherwise you will get a few more bake pipes from my wife and stand out with your hands behind your head nice and wide. We would like to see what we found here ”shortly before I got this instruction I was almost so far to get an orgasm in this unreal situation.
Unfortunately, everything was interrupted by removing the fuck stick. “Come up you flittchen otherwise it puts something“ The grandma now brutally pulled me up to my nipple that I was in front of the two before I could even think of anything. The grandmother threatened me with raised hand, which I hurried at the dirty dress over my wet wet body just throw away over my head. And then I stood naked wide with my hands behind my head, in the last rays of the setting sun.
Everywhere I felt the rough hands of my tormentors. Everything was groped. “Turn around, soak your hands forward, you can put on the seat of the bank. The legs apart, you get hooked you look sporty, even further spreading down “I was now spread so far and bent forward, which despite my super sporty body started to tremble my legs. “Look at this magnificent body at Frida, as in the war where we interrogated the interrogation on the eastern front with the patisan sluts.
Oh, the good old days “and then I got a few slaps on my tired popo. In order to be able to offer it even better, I even went to the tips of the toe. I realized that I needed that now. “Look at the hooker likes Helmut. Get it with the stick, let’s see how he likes it. The sluts in the war were different. They never wanted that. Let’s see how hard in the way this generation of sluts is “While the grandpa now fucked me from behind with the stick, the grandma prevailed next to me on the bench and kneaded my tits really brutally.
“Come on girls, head up and look at me,” said the grandma. I did that, through the brutal approach to me my face was now smeared tears. “Helmut, push her the other stick into her ass” my kindness and in fact I immediately noticed a pressure on the hole. And after a short pain I got almost black in front of my eyes when the grandpa turned me into an ever faster rythm into my holes.
“Well, don’t get girls not sloppy you can come right” not that I would have had a choice, my body was no longer under my control. I had the feeling of exploding when the orgasm came. My fucked body could no longer. Without strength, my legs sagged me and Grandpa just managed to pull the sticks out of me when I just crouched on the ground between the two.
“You did that well, little one was Helmut?Yes Frida. The hooker has it on it. What do you think, do you have your talisman with you?We could give it?Yes, I always have it with “The grandma grabbed my hair and pulled me on my knees in front of her. She got something out of her jacket. I could hardly see anything through the tears. “Here girls, our favorite bitch always wore that. Tell us your name and you get it for free “Tanja, Tanja Klein I stammered completely exhausted.
“If we see each other again and we will always wear it and then you will hear the name Freya and will only speak to me and my husband with the mistress and gentleman” How under foreign influence I actually hear: Yes, yes, yesMy mistress and my Lord. I couldn’t believe what I had said there. Then a little was put around my neck and behind my head the grandpa fiddled with the object until something suddenly closed around my petite neck.
It felt like an oversized leather neck band. “Oh that looks nice from Helmut, come on, come freya wuff Wuff“ And as I knelt in front of them, I actually made males and said Wuff Wuff. I was completely stunned about myself. What did I have there? What happened with me here?Even today it is not quite clear to me what happened to me at the beginning. “So my girl, you get a card from us now and there are a few data from your new owner on it.
If you want to see us again, write a message to the email address noted there and we will then contact you. But never forget what you have to call us, otherwise you will regret the bitter. You stay in this attitude until you think it has passed 20 minutes. You wear the collar until you are sure that you want to see us again. Otherwise you send it to the address on the card.
And think about it for 20 minutes you stay that way. Maybe we may not watch you hooker either. What are you saying?“Yes my mistress. “Make it up to you cattle and see you soon“ I probably got a business card in my mouth and the two removed leisurely away. I didn’t have a clock around or cell phone. How should I know naked on knees in the dog male position when 20 minutes were over?I don’t know how long I stayed there in this position, to always be discovered at the risk of being discovered despite the all -over -covering darkness surrounded me.
Well it must have been long enough because I didn’t get any trouble below. My knees were particularly hurt but my body generally felt very bad. But I was completely satisfied. hammer. I then searched for my dress and sandals in the dark and of course also found. Always do not consider losing the card. Fortunately, I didn’t meet anyone in the totally dark park on the way back.
At least I haven’t seen anyone. Shortly before the hotel, I was in the pale light of the only illuminated watch (23. 3 p.m.) I looked down at myself. What I saw was worrying. The dress completely dirty, the knees black from earth just like the sweet feet. I didn’t want to imagine my face and hair. So like a creepy bitch, I sneaked the light of the lanterns in front of the hotel in the shade to the hotel.
There I tried in the bushes through a window to lenses whether the lobby was free so that I could scurry into my room without hung up and especially unseen. There was nothing to be seen so I was quickly in and really nobody was to be seen. I was almost in the elevator because I suddenly heard my employer’s voice. “Tanja? I think you should take a shower and in bed you have to write a lot tomorrow at home. “My breath punched me.
Then my prof with a cognac glass in a dark corner in a heavy armchair and treated himself to an absurd. From reflex I turned completely to him and nodded. I saw his gaze wander down. “We’ll talk good night tomorrow. “I fell or stumbled more than I went into the elevator. Fortunately, I didn’t meet anyone on the way to my room. In my room I worked together. I had to calm myself down on the floor.
What had happened to me ?The view of the large wall mirror in front of me no longer showed the pretty young woman he had shown a few hours ago. What I saw there was a dirty thing with a decomposed hair, a wet smeared shiny face, a fumbling on the trembling body that was a dress. Oh my God. The past few hours seemed so unreal. But after I moved out the dress in the shower and examined after injuries, my breasts were only very painful, I was a little better off physically.
When I finally lay naked and creamed in bed, I took the business card in my hand for the first time. It was a simple high gloss card with an address, phone number and email. The name of the married couple is particularly eye -catching: Graf and Countess of Westenhold. That was an old nobility known here. The hammer. What should I do for the next few days?What would my prof have to talk to me the next day?How should it go with me?.
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