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Faust fuck in the stairwell a short story of and about me. It was one of these days that I actually didn’t feel like working. At least I still had the morning for myself and could do a lot in the household that I had pushed in front of me long enough. It was unbearably warm this summer early in the morning and I only walked around in the apartment in the tanga. How it is, I tried to do ten things at the same time and was then done accordingly.
Nevertheless, after an extensive visit to the bathroom, I also found the time to play a little bit on me. At the weekend before I ordered a new dildo that was quite big. Especially in the thickness, he should fill me up well and be satisfactory accordingly. As already mentioned, I enjoyed the time alone and danced through the apartment to some of my favorite music. I thought of how nice it would be if the delivery would arrive and I had something new to play.
The thought excited me and I sat on my couch in the living room. Slowly I started to stroke and massage my sweaty breasts. My hands slipped due to the weight of the round balls and my boobs kept clapping my chest. I pulled on my nipples and raised my breasts up and then to experience a tremendous pleasure pain by turning and twirling my nipples. My hands slid down on my body to my hips and my thighs, which spread expectantly and promised with a gaping noise that my cunt was already happy to be stretched again.
Cleverly and quickly I slipped out of my tanga and then put my heels on the edge of my couch and slide further forward. Then I lifted one leg up to the other up in the air and then crossed it behind my head one after the other. My boobs stuck to my skin and I had to pack them again on my nipples and lift them to position them correctly. I lick my legs and felt the crackling in my loins.
In this position I was able to watch my own labia began to become thicker and moved apart further. As was to be expected, I clapped on my ass cheeks with my flat palms for a long time and extensively and turned them into two red -shining ass cheeks. Then one of my hands moved very specifically and quickly into the fiery hot column and already between the meaty lips. The other hand slowly but determined to the back entrance that was dry but no less cool.
I rubbed my swollen labia and pressed on my love bud to make them shine. With the other hand and my fingernails I scratched the still closed rosette and experienced how a fire spread in my pool. Hasty and targeted I jumped up again to get a rubber dust out of one of the drawers in the bedroom with a little lubricant. The lubricant was in a donor in which liquid soap was previously … So I was able to remove small amounts of lubricant again and again without having to open a tube that would only leak.
I quickly went back to the couch and put the things alongside me and quickly threw my legs behind me to make it easy with my legs behind my head. I deteriorate small portions of lubricant in my pleasure grotto and also on my back door. It didn’t take long and I put the concentrated rubber baust between my waving and throbbing lips to push it slowly and without a break into my hole.
Actually, my holes were much more used to and so this massive rubber arm disappeared to three quarters between my legs in me. Slow and shocking movements meant that my labia widened quickly and a smacking demand for even more. Then,…. It rang the doorbell. I looked at the door, as if she could now tell me who is standing in front of the door and ranging. It rang a second time.
What if it were the postman?! What if my expected delivery had already arrived?! I jumped up again and left my favorite position to ask the intercom: “Yes, who is there?” -” Post “it came short and briefly back. I quickly hopped into the bathroom with bobbing tits and grabbed a shirt and slipped into it. The shirt was long enough to cover my ass and you couldn’t see that I wasn’t wearing anything else.
I jumped out of the apartment onto the cold tiles of the hallway and opened the front door a small gap. Just seeing so far to see that the postman stretched a relatively small packet towards me. I stay most of the front door for the most part, so that he couldn’t actually see me. Only when signing the package I leaned a little forward because he didn’t really get the scanner in me either.
I hoped that he didn’t see much and knew that he could think all the more. He smiled at me with his dentist’s white teeth and said goodbye to the neckline that my shirt had had with a squint. I put the packet inside on a shelf you pressed the door tightly. Of course I noticed that he had certainly taken a look at my nipples, which more than clearly emerged under the shirt.
But honestly, I didn’t care either. It was a very nice guy of our postman and sometimes I even hit him and his wife when shopping. I tore up the package in the hallway and wanted to examine what I had ordered. A mixture of curiosity and excitement drove me through. I also hastily tore off the film into which the monster was still packed and wondered how small the pack was and how huge this dildo was in it.
He smelled of rubber and he was heavy in my hand. So difficult that you could hardly push it and he did not slip when put it on a smooth and firm surface. I enjoyed the cool of the stairwell and it didn’t even bother me my cold feet that I got. Nevertheless, I went inside … But only to get the donor with the lubricant and also put it on the shelf.
My pussy was still well lubricated and gaped … my hole in the back was also noticeable with itching. Should I push the monster dildo into it right away?! Or even smaller? I let the donor drop a portion of the black and massive glans of the dildo. She ran towards him tough and I quickly had to rub it off that it didn’t land on the tiles. I put the dildo on the second stage from below that led up to the attic.
Knore me over the chunks of the monster and lowered my pelvis slightly to rub my cunt over the black rubber. My cunt literally sucked on it and stuck and smacked. As if she couldn’t expect to finally be able to record this monster. Slowly I lowered my pelvis deeper and piece by piece my greedy lips pushed up to push themselves over the dildo and slowly absorb it.
I pulled out the big shirt again and started to ride easy to get deeper and deeper. I massaged my breasts firmly and pressed them together between my little hands. I felt my pelvis over the monster dildo and I felt it deeper and deeper in me. I enjoyed my eyes and groaned softly when it knocked on the front door … I tore up my eyes and turned around carefully, still buried the dildo deep in my cunt.
I had known that you could see outline through the glass panes of the front door, but I didn’t see anyone. Maybe something had just flown against the door or I had thrown a little myself. But the donor was still in place and also the little vase with roses. Slowly I got off the black colos and my cunt gaped far under one sound that was a hiss. I bent myself and took the shirt in one hand … my other hand reached for the door handle.
From outside it came in warm and I heard the engine of a car when the voice of the postman sounded “… Ms. Müller, you have two letters!“And he pressed it to the door that opened an entire gap. He had certainly never expected it and never expected what he saw. A smeared dildo on the stairs that he could impossible overlook. Still, he didn’t say a word.
I stood behind the door and even held the shirt in front of my breasts. I saw his arm coming into the hallway and he put the two letters on the shelf next to the door. Hesitant … slow and apparently curious whether something was expected or whether he should just go back. I took my heart and above all all my courage and opened the door to see him. He actually looked at the dildo the dripping at the level and was waiting for me.
I looked at him and slipped with my shirt in my hand, down to my stomach to be sure that the postman could now see my breasts well. “Ms. Müller … what??”He stammered and I asked him … “Do you like what you see?” -” Äääeh, but yes … already “I dropped the shirt and stretched out my arm at the door up. He looked at me and asked: “Was … that … that in the packet of just??“And pointed to the smooth shiny dildo on the stairs.
The thought of showing him that made me crazy within seconds. I was completely crazy to show him what I can do with it and went back to the level and said to him with a sigh: “Come in, I’ll show you what I do ..!!“And crouched over the dildo to let me slide down again. The postman came into a few steps and just start the dildo, which was already on his way to disappear between the lips of my greedy cunt … The door was slowly approaching and with the knowledge that only he could see me now I slippedWith a jerk half over the dildo deep into my pussy and groaned softly.
He crouched and stroked my ass “You my goodness is awesome … “He whispered and clapped his hand praising on my butt when the dildo slipped a bit deeper into me. “Look, he’s deep in me” I asked him to look closely and he did … He slipped closer and massaged on my ass and rubbed along my thighs without omission.
“I’ve never seen anything like that,” he admitted and was visibly impressed. “Rub your hands with the gel” … I clearly demanded and he looked at the donor that he immediately took and pressed a portion of his palm several times several times. He rubbed his hands with it and seemed to have a guise of what would come now … “… Okay … yes “he informed me and I moved up over the dildo to one of the steps to stretch my ass towards him and show my wide -open hungry pussy.
Without having to say anything, he felt my clit and rubbed with several fingers in my hole. The first hand quickly penetrated my cunt and I leaned forward to the steps full of pleasure. “Really … if you like that” he pressed his arm questioningly against my uterus, which naturally gave in quickly and his forearm penetrated deep into my vault. I groaned and he answered himself … “Yeah, you like it” I pressed my pelvis against his hand, which was constantly moving in me and was repeatedly shaped into a fist.
Then he pulled back a little and as if he knew what I needed, he drove his second hand flat next to his waiting concentrated fist. Both arms of him now moved deep into my pelvic floor and he noticed just as quickly that there was a good place for his two big fists. I was repeatedly pushed forward and came against the stairs and yet I managed to work with a little spit and the remains of the lubricant that also stuck on my ass my rosette and quickly sunk a few fingers there.
He observed this, because he let off with his two fists deeply pushed into me and I felt how he also started rubbing my back entrance with one hand and making it smoother. My hand quickly slipped into it and he probably saw this as an invitation to get behind her, because as soon. I groaned and twisted my eyes … I slowly pulled out my hand to let the big hand penetrate deeper.
But of course I didn’t really let myself go, four fingers in my rosette I pulled to her to stretch her a little more and felt a distance between my muscle and his arm formed. “More … more please” I groaned and pleaded with lust. He didn’t let this say this twice and I already felt his second hand pulling and pressing my rosette.
I felt … as if I still had his two hands in my pussy … and yet I have to admit that she gaped and asked as if nothing was in her. It seemed as if I had been insatiable and already my pelvis towards him to make him clear again what I wanted. I couldn’t scream … I whimpered something when his second hand pressed past the first and my sphincter stretched to tear.
He immediately started to turn his hands in mine and fuck him. A deep moan.. “JJJJJJJJJAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” drove through me and an orgasm like rarely passed my pelvis to my tips. I sagged a little exhausted to turn around after him. His hands were still in my anal grotto and he marveled at my hips that moved back and forth in time. “Oh God Ms. Müller … They are so horny, ”he whispered and slowly stood up to continue turning and pushing with his hands in my ass.
Then he slowly let his hands slip out and then to look at the wide -open hole and spit in. Again he pressed one hand deep and the other fumbled back into a cunt between my thick labia again a little deeper into a cunt. Both arms alternately pushed back and forth and fucked me. Everything in me shook and I trembled so much that I couldn’t get up. When he jerked both hands out of my holes, I flooded the floor with my juice and exhausted my head sinking on one of the steps.
“Ohh Jaaaaaa, so horny” … I confirmed his last statement. The postman grabbed my shirt and wiped his fingers and rubbed it clean. Then he stuffed it as much as possible into my wide pussy where this worked like a plug. “I have to go … I’m late” he whispered in my ear from behind … “But … if you want I’ll come back”. I was too exhausted to say more than … “Yes … please” and heard how he pulled the door behind him.
I was sitting in the stairwell for a while and rubbed my holes on the big dildo for a long time. Of course I also put my rosette on him and read it as easily as in my pussy. Also glide into my anal entrance. I splashed on the steps several times and also wrapped it on my breasts … But after an hour, for example, I had to take a shower … the work was waiting. Thanks for reading the first short story from me.
I hope you liked it as much as the longer stories, even if it was unfortunately not so detailed and decorated. Of course I don’t really mean Müller. The name has been changed by me. The postman had actually visited me again … back to stretch. But I’m not at home most of the time when he rings. I often see him shopping with his wife. Then he just smiles at me and I look at his big hands.
Thank you and best regards, Nina.
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