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Who are the people who visit clubs in all anonymity to give themselves freely to physical love? Television reports about it: nobody looks at and certainly nobody has ever been in such a club! Everyone is interested, but you should admit it?And then there was the rosi!Rosi had come with her husband. Together they sat at the bar. The bar stool was a little too big to have reached the ground. The straps belt left the view of the bare skin of the crispy pos.
The upper body was hardly covered by a few leather strips. The breasts plump, hidden by a transparent. So Saj3 you there, nice to look at and she liked to be viewed. With her husband, she encountered the champagne glass, which had been served by the bardame, which was known in the club.
The brown hair had inserted her upside down. She only had eyes for her husband. Quietly not to perceive for the curious ears were exchanged for intimacy.
Again and again her gaze wander rather inconspicuously through the club’s rooms. Caught on one or the other male visitor who seems to be bored in their armchairs or excitedly stroked from one side of the club: Always watch out not to miss anything if something was happening somewhere.
I’m going now, said a little louder, it sounded like a signal.
Slowly she climbed from her bar stool. Turned around his own axis again, plucked the straps belt and strut in the direction of women’s toilet.
The beds are occupied inconspicuously. Man has to take a tactically clever starting position. Because it will reappear, it cannot stay on the pot forever.
And what will they do? She goes back to the bar or seek a mat? It will climb into the whirlpool?Then the door goes up again. Weighing step, conscious of the greedy looks of the lung men, she passes past the bar, in a casual manner to her husband, a look at the biggest of the camp.
A panties are not necessary, only the bra will probably interfere. And she is already, and it seems to please her, surrounded by three gentlemen, who are eager to take up feelings. One still politely asks if he could lie down with her.
But please come ’ -the answer. A second escapes his pants, the need is to look at him, crawls on the couch and searches, at a time, Contact Accepting between fingers and toe. She opens her thighs far to signal that he is welcome to get closer. In the meantime, a third, obstacle – rather Feister type her neck.
She seems to enjoy what happens to her. She closes her eyes and just lets it be done. 6 hands paint over your body. She winds, trying to get closer to the shy polish young man.
But the others push for. Everyone knows what should happen. They are called Hans and Herbert.
Rosi doesn’t care either.
In the meantime, their hands have found the body parts of the gentlemen, who obviously are very interested in their great interest. It caresses one member gently, the other is rather strongly pressed. One of the lovers is slowly working up on their feet. In the meantime it is hard to make out which limbs actually belong to whom.
Tongs cancel over hot skin and work through hairy thicket. Rosi groans quietly when the first found her most secret places. Keep on, ‘she moans. Please continue.’..
And then there was the thick margit!In the small cozy club room next to the bars, three couples and two individual gentlemen were already talking about Vacation, Families, club experiences and world politics when the door opened and Margit entered.
Suddenly all eyes fell on this mountain of meat. The undressed breasts hung deep above the stomach and the fat thighs pressed together. She went over a difficult step and took a seat on the sofa.
Margit was known in the club. One whispered: it is so horny and so sharp on me.
Please help me that she doesn’t just hang on me.’Panic lay in his eyes.
The entertainment was resumed until the first couple went on the mat. Movement came to the club. The individual gentlemen followed to watch, maybe participate.
Margit also made his way into the back rooms. Slowly she sneaked from room to space, look here and look there.
She carefully strokes them over the back of a gentleman who follows the hustle and bustle on the mat, absorbs cloth feels about the gentlemen, who are actually not interested in them at all. But she also does not have feelings and needs?In a room a porn flickers over the television umbrella.
Margit lies on the wide bed and enjoys the scenes of the film. It is hot and the Herbert, who stands at the entrance to the room and whose gaze is commuting between the television and margits, is also hot.
With your eyes closed, she caresses her breasts, her pussy. From time to time she blinks to him. Tenderly grabs his stiff tail and pulls him to her camp. He doesn’t hesitate – lets it happen.
Slowly her plump lips slide over his stiff member. It cannot be overlooked that he likes. Fell on the thick margit, – she just blows sensationally.
And then there was the Werner!Werner is a retail traveler, he sells kitchens. Travels through Germany and rattles off its customers.
Every week in a different city and always other hotels. Today Cologne, tomorrow Hamburg, then Berlin or Dresden. And at some point he was all too monotonous. Longing came up, longing for relaxation, longing for relaxed conversations, longing for something new.
That’s why, he says, he was here, sat at the bar and enjoyed a cool beer. Behind him it drove a couple on the matt slice. The picture was reflected in the panes of the bar. Peter, long -distance driver, sat next to him, but his motivation was the same.
Last week he was Amsterdam when there were great clubs. But there is nothing going on here.
Right, only the two gentlemen sit at the bar and hope, hope that something will finally come to look or to have fun. Because they all want that, fun. Everyone hopes for the sympathy of one of the women present, for the tolerance of a couple, on the fleets three, Four or on the hot Group sex Countless sweaty body.
Imagination, imagination she drives everyone.
But the club has its own rules: – Everything can. Nothing has to be. Tolerance is the top priority. Unspoken, but omnipresent.
And nothing seems to happen today.
The club is empty – only the two men at the bar who are currently ordering the fifth or sixth beer. Fortunately, you can also talk wonderfully with the bard ladies, women who are taboo by the way. The boss wants it that way – because of the responsibility. Is accepted – tolerance is the top priority.
It rings, ..? The tension increases – no, another gentleman.
Now you could play skat. No matter, drink a beer -it shouldn’t be today.
Werner gets up, takes his glass and puts it on the coffee table. The other two at the bar have found a new topic, are deepened in the exchange of experiences about the German club landscape. Werner has now made himself comfortable in his armchair, stretches both legs from himself, he looks at the television, his hands stroke his stiff member, he closes his eyes ..
And then there was the Günther!Interesting conversations start in the sauna.
You often go to clubs? Are you coming here? Which clubs are there still here? Where were you already? And then the question of all questions: Why? I’m looking for something I won’t find here.’So Günther’s answer.
Günther was young, not yet 30. Not bound. Maybe he should have done a little more sport. It would have been good for his figure.
Günther was shy. He did not understand to accept eye contact with the women. Rather shy. Günther wanted his fun, he drove him boredom.
He worked somewhere nearby, had longer to do in the city, but absolutely had to reach 11:00 a.m. And so he was drawn to the camp when operation was already on the mat.
Sylvia had already served two men. It went quickly. Blow-job.
Hosed. The second rather conventional, but also not the endurance that she deserves. Well, there was already a little frustration – at Sylvia. It doesn’t always work – but there is always a new opportunity.
Günther looks at her with big eyes – now you are still? – Oh well!’And then there was Lydia!Lydia hadn’t come alone. Most club visitors come with accompanying protection. Was it her husband who accompanied her? – or just the lover from a previous one encounter? You also have to be cost -conscious! After all, the club visit to the couple is considerably cheaper than for the solo master-and solo ladies don’t pay anything at all. And that in the age of emancipation.
But the usual men’s surplus clearly shows that emancipation cannot yet have been so far.
Lydia was built slim, maybe a little bit hager. Her long dark hair should maybe shorten a little. Make long hair young? Lydia played with those present. Her eyes wander from one man to the other.
From pants to the other muscle package. A wink, a clear movement and actually everything was clear: let’s go on the mat.’He goes, she follows,-break,-with a standing distance, a third follows. Only the supposed partner remains. Looking for his fun somewhere else.
On the couch: What is your name? I am Peter, ’ / lydia’ – my hands slide over the body.
Clothing disturbs. The top sits quite narrowly, what is worth considering is worth it. Released, the breasts are caressed, the nipples arise. Pull out the pants’, -Ja, stay that way ’ -you do it well!’..
And then there was Ivanka!Young, barely 20.
She came from Poland, had eyes like fire, but only for her friend. The flawless body, the little crisp breasts, the shaved pussy – she was so proud, proud of what nature had equipped with, and she liked the eyes that stared at her body. And she enjoyed being desired by the men. And she played with her desire, rubbed her stool or rubber dildo, made her viewers really hot.
But then only one, only one with her, was very close, very nice.
But in the whirlpool, warm and moist, there she goes out of herself, where she proudly presents her whole beauty. With wide -spread legs. She shows her naked femininity. Nice, let’s take a photo of it, and in the company It is nice on the walls, everyone can look, one or the other can stroke or the moisture can taste but then, – hot, the two love each other, in a dark and concealed corner of the club.
..
And then there was Marion!Marion was slim, beautiful to look at, desirable and unreachable. Marion does her job, day one, day in shift operation she stands behind the bar. Sees people in the club, people of all social classes, people of all education. Sympathetic and disgusting.
But Marion performs the feat.
She manages to always be friendly and nice. Binding to resolut, love and leading. So the hostess of a club should and must be preserving level without banging people – an art.
Marion sees love, Marion sees lust. And she sees frustration.
Maybe sometimes she may get into the fray? But somehow she is proof of everyone at the bar that there is also loyal virtue. ..
And then there was the Kerstin!There was something going on in the club. Many couples and some gentlemen. Lively activity.
The evening was in full swing. There were stimulating conversations at the bar, you drank sparkling wine or kiba. The kisses and caresses were exchanged casually. In the club’s rooms, life swayed life.
Couples had found places where are alone or with others, with or without spectators could pursue their wishes. Then a girl groaned: oh you are persistent, ’and keep going, it’s so good!’’. And there is a room, cave -like, steamed light, where three pairs into each other on a large meadow collapsed mutually beautiful sensations.
Kerstin stood in a concealed corner. In the half -darkness, barely recognizable, beautiful.
A young girl, shoulder -length hair, struck closely, on her friend behind her. He obviously gives her protection, gives her hold. Is she the first time in a club? Curious, or was she persuaded. It is a lot of audience, too many audiences, the many people scare her?It is a narrow line between curiosity and disappointment a difficult step to the first I want!’But nobody forces.
And the three couples on the mat take no impetus on their environment. You are busy with yourself far too much.
And Kerstin and her boyfriend are also increasingly focusing on each other. A look, a short word.
They disappear and find a concealed hiding place in the catacombs of the club and then there was Patrizia!She didn’t give her name at all – so she was Patrizia. Apparently she had expressed the desire to have experiences, experience with another man. Your partner had agreed to accompany you to the club. It was attractive, well built, blonde.
She sat at the bar and enjoyed a glass of sparkling wine. She slipped back and forth on the bar stool. Consciously or wanted? -The dress slips higher and higher. After all, there is a clear view of your beautiful femininity.
Certainly she forgot to put on a slip before visiting the club.
Look here, that’s not nice? Comes and looks.’She repeats these words again and again, rubs the shame and enjoys the lascivious look of the men’s man of the bar. The well -built young man sitting next to her comes to support her. He kneels down next to the stool and helps her with her mouth to the greatest feeling of happiness. Then she seems to want more, and so the three leave the bar to give themselves what everyone wanted in the back rooms.
You wanted it, darling – it was your wish!’And then there was Hans-Werner!Hans-Werner was happily married, he says!? But he just go to a club every now and then. Then he gets the kick. Here he would experience what his wife couldn’t give him. Whether you know it? No – marriage is sacred to him and he loves his wife, infinite.
Can you share love? How many people can you love? Are there levels of love?Now he is sitting at the bar.
On the right hand a light strip shows that a ring actually sits there. Maybe he shouldn’t have pulled it off at all. A young blonde is sitting next to him, a little bit of make -up.
White panties and lace bra. A little more shy. How do you get into conversation? Are you the first time in the club?’The standard question! Yes, I was curious, walking over here so often, I wanted to know what is going on behind the door.’And I took all courage together.’She beats her legs on top of each other, sticks to her champagne glass. May be a little sympathy there? Hans-Werner deepens the conversation.
Try to penetrate them with questions. Slowly she thaws, the conversation becomes more open. It is called Vera, is a secretary. Lives around the corner.
It will not appear here any neighbor? She regrets your visit? It’s a little embarrassing. But the risk of being recognized tingling.
And there is also the anticipation, the expectation, the uncertainty. What will happen. We want? I actually want? Hans-Werner carefully puts his arm around her shoulders.
She lets him grant, but doesn’t really know if she actually wants it. But if you took the first step, … no, there is always a back, a no, please don’t ‘. But Vera likes the hug, stroking that becomes a little researcher now.
Carefully how randomly his hands touch her breasts.
She parks the champagne glass that gave her hold. Her hand lies on his knee, the ice finally seems broken. It is spoken for a while, says, laughed. Do you show me the club’s rooms?’And then there was Stefan!Accompanied by a beauty he came to the club.
The gentlemen at the bar caught their breath: young, beautiful, blond and fun -loving. The long hair fell over the shoulders wall. Keck peeked the nipples through the thin fabric of the tight bra. She stood at the bar casually, ordered her glass of sparkling wine, waning her body to the beat of the music.
Stefan talked, put his arms around her neck and sought to kiss her.
But apparently she wanted something completely different. He makes it clear that this, his, should only be his girlfriend. But she, – you look into the round. After all, all women have to go to certain places, and she connected it to a tour of the club.
The selection was large. And Stefan wasn’t her partner for the evening.
Back at the bar she talks to this and with that, only the Stefan shows that the cold shoulder. – no not quite as hard, but somehow he can’t land with her. What did he imagine when she spoke to him in front of the club: whether he had been inside and whether he would accompany her.’What happiness? What a nice evening would that be? And now this.
– give me another beer!’Stefan is sad and he is angry, disappointed, angry, unsatisfied. To the hell with tolerance. I want her!’ – and give me another beer!And then there were Verena and Elfi!It was a theater evening together. But the idea was cruel.
It didn’t like it at all. And there they just left. Even before the break. Just up.
Now they are sitting here, the two at the bar. Elfi is a good 40, Verena 18 years younger. You are good friends. Maybe a little more too.
And they go to the theater regularly. And now this bankruptcy. The club is just right there.
I have to take care of my Verena – where did she go?’, Elfi is a bit worried after Verena went back and is still not back. The young man next to Elfi is nice and attractive.
He strokes her back charmingly. But somehow she can’t let her go yet. Verena is here for the first time.’And I have to take care of them!’Verena is certainly already in the seventh heaven. The two men who followed looked good and seemed very nice to be to her.
Do not worry. She still wanted to reply when her mouth was closed by a thick kiss. And he didn’t stop again. And the warm hands do well on your body.
Let us see where Verena is, – back there we will see that there are nicers here than just sitting at the bar.
And then there are the many people!The many people who are looking for the path everywhere in Germany every day, people from all sections of the population, people of all ages, people of all professions. People who combine everyone, the desire for sex, the desire for physical interaction, the desire to swing, the desire for an anonymous adventure.
It’s party time. The club stops, you have contacts quickly, find like -minded people. There is always a conversation.
And there are hardly any fear of contact. The club is also a place, place for secret cooperation. Nobody asks who wants to ask here. Let’s go to you? – To me? The club offers atmosphere and opportunity.
You can find sauna, whirlpool and solarium. And you can find everything the sexually interested heart desires: from the cuddly meadow to the torture chair.
Everyone may do it as they want it. Here you can live out what you are. You can say your wishes.
Here you are honest, – honestly to yourself. Nobody gets evil, nobody is shocked.
And it is the free will, the free will of all who lifts off the club from the pure sex business in the professional around the corner. You are private, private with yourself and your random partners.
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