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Had last week my professor and I have a terrible argument. The result was that each of us threw things to the other, which were very unsightly and very personal. Although it was about little things, the situation has escalated and for the time being I pulled a line. So now I’m single. Unusual, because I got used to living together. Coincidence wants me to have a job now that lets me come up with other thoughts all week and I don’t have to spend the time at home.
** The dispute is now a week ago and while I’m traveling all week, I have to keep thinking about it again and again. Fortunately, my job is very relaxed this week. For a champagne manufacturer, I am on a trade fair as an exhibition hostess and spend the night in the hotel right next to the exhibition center. A quiet job, if not the annoying trade fair visitors. But they are the most important thing at the fair. Fortunately, I am not in the front row, but take care of the VIP guests.
With my jobs, I usually are lucky and work in areas outside of walking customers. Nevertheless, it is always astonishing how even the most serious men in the VIP area keep shifting their business cards inconspicuously. I am probably worth every attempt with my black leggings and black, skin -tight top in your eyes. But this time I enjoy the fun and collect all the business cards and take them to the hotel.
Once there, I am glad that it is a fairly new and also very nice hotel from the outside. A parking space is also quickly found for my rental car. Thanks to women’s parking spaces, my car is just around the corner. I grab my cheese and go to the entrance. A look to the left and I discovered the reception. ** Then the usual ritual follows. “Have you ever been a guest in our house?“No, I think slightly irritated.
But of course I say that a little more charming. Fill in the registration slip, select smoking rooms and the 4. Ask the floor because that Swimming pool, The sauna and the treadmill are. Everything worked out and I can get in the elevator very quickly in the elevator. floor. Fortunately, the rooms are well numbered and the 44 is very simple to find. I am glad that it is not near the elevator, because the rooms are unfortunately always very loud.
But I’m lucky. A look at the clock tells me that it is just 6 p.m., the hotel bar does not open until 8 p.m. and I have enough time for a shower. So I quickly put my things into the closet, take off and assure myself again that nobody can look in from outside. I don’t like it when a building is directly opposite and someone could look directly into my room.
Since this is not the case, I can feel as free as I like it. The shower is a dream, modeled on a waterfall, the water falls to the ground. Big enough that have 3 or 4 people in there and change colors of the lamp in the bathroom create a wonderful light. Perfect for relaxing. That I almost 30 minutes under the shower Ultimately stand, I am surprised. The time goes by so fast.
Freshly showered put me in the armchair and switch on the TV to me. ** Great, nothing on TV that interests me. So I stay on N24 with the messages. The evening really couldn’t start better. I can think of the business cards again. It is about 50 if I roughly overturn it. I divide the business cards in front of me in 2 categories. Top and flop. Top are the ones that seem elegant, subtle, noble and intrusive.
Flop are those who are homemade, don’t look like anything and appear styleless. May 20 stay on the top bunch. The rest is scrap and hikes into the trash. ** I am actually thinking about contacting one in order not to be alone at the hotel bar. I don’t know why, but I prefer someone from the hotel. I have no problem getting to know men, but somehow I don’t feel like a man “to travel”.
So the business cards are a perfect alternative to flirting. However, I have to further sort them out beforehand and also divide the top pile in top and flop. This time the criterion is the handwritten sentences on the business cards. **”Fuck?”Flop” desire for a glass of good wine?“Top” call me!“Flop“ Horny sex pleasant? “Flop” I make you happy “Flop” 20 cm “Flop” I’m horny “Flop” I am buying “top” a rose for a rose “top” my recipe for boredom “top” €?“Hmm top ** I also sort the rest and then dispose of the flop heap without looking at.
What now? There are about 7 business cards in front of me. Which should I beautify the evening? I choose 3 business cards. 2 business cards of it are likeable to me and I just take a business card to play. And now? I decide to send everyone a short message to the cell phone and see their reaction. Whoever reacts best wins. ** the first thing to do with the wine. My question for him is “Which wine do you recommend?“The second one is with the boredom.
“Health insurance recipe or private recipe?“The third is that with the euro symbol. I chose him because I had to think of my professor. He also offered me money. But with this I just want to play and send him a short message with an amount that is well above the sum that I took with my professor for the first night. ** The first answer. “Affenthaler Pinot Noir. “Oh god no, I don’t drink that.
So candidate one fails. Wrong wine taste. “No matter, the main thing, sex” The answer from candidate two is just as scrap and it turns out. What the hell, I go to the bar alone and sweeten the evening without accompaniment. I make myself quick so that I can leave a good impression in the bar. The hair is quickly blow-up, make-up is quick too. Jeans are a good choice and a white, skin -shaving top.
Including Ministring and Pushup also in white. I only take a gray hat as a small highlight. Less than 20 minutes later I’m finished and I am in the bar in time for 8 p.m. The best place is unfortunately already occupied by an attractive man, middle or late 40. He greeted me greetingly briefly and I greet back. ** I sit down in the opposite corner of the bar and order a glass of Moet.
After a tough working day this is the best relaxation for me. The serving power comes, puts the glass on the table and I drink it out in quick swallow. The second glass is already on the road and I go out the door first and with relish you smoke one of my beloved L&M’s. In the wonderfully cool silly, my thoughts are quick in vacation mode and my cigarette is just as quickly used up. So back to the table.
My stiletto don’t let me go to my place unheard of. In the meantime, some guests are also in the bar and look around the shoe noises and watch me go to my table. I sit down and look in the direction of those who looked at me. Some rub their ring fingers nervously with the wedding ring. Those who are taking it now have failed morally with me. But nobody does it, they prefer to look into their beer glass.
My cell phone travels to me. “Accepted” Candidate number 3 reacted to my message. I hold my hand in front of my mouth. And now?** I drink my glass in half and go back to the door with a cell phone, glass and cigarette. On the fright I have to smoke a cigarette. Once outside, the next message comes “21. 30 a.m., OK?“I pull nervously on my cigarette and my thoughts overturn.
Anyone who plays with the fire must expect a fire. So what to do? The sum was high, very high. I haven’t had sex for a week, I feel like it and I am alone. I’m single and a one night was not averse to. Nevertheless, it is more a pastime than I answer him and a small dialogue develops from it. ** I “ok” he “Where?”I” with you “he” I’m in a hotel “I” that’s ok “he” taboos?”I” yes, I have “he” I am not a perverse “I” ok “he” can I wish?”I” which?”” He “clothes, positions, preferences” I “yes, you can” he “jeans, close top, high heelsich” I currently wear “he” dirty talk?”I” yes “he” blowjob?”I” yes “he” doggy?”I” yes “he” nervous?”I” yes, I “he” ” First time?”I” second time “** At that moment the man stands on the terrace that I noticed when I entered the bar.
He also holds a cigarette in his hand and smokes a cigarette with me. But he stands a little off the decency so that I don’t feel disturbed. Again we smile at ourselves and everyone focuses on their cigarette and the smartphone. Again I write with the unknown man. ** he “so I was very unpretentious” I “yes, I” he “fear” I “something, yes” he “Why did you write to me?”I” for fun and boredom “he” fun?”I” I didn’t think you answer “he” and now?”I” write here “he” do you really want?“I do not write anything“ no answer?“** I don’t know what to write.
I feel like sex and a one night stand is not strange to me. Nevertheless, for fun, I wrote that I want money. So he thinks I’m buying and doing it for money. When I got together with my professor, I also took money. All thoughts that I made on the subject of buying sex came to a conclusion then and now. As a single, I would not be ashamed if in return for sex my life gets a little more luxury.
I let her enjoy my lust, my lust, my body, a man can also participate in my life. But everything within its limits. I would never want to sell myself to anyone who only gives me money. No matter how much. ** he “You have shit?”I” yes, I “he” and now?”I” I don’t know “he” I stand for my word and have accepted your amount. “I don’t write anything” What’s going on in your head?“I“ The step of wanting to make it is difficult ”**” then no longer think about it and accompany myself upwards.
“The voice that says that came directly from my close. Watched someone over my shoulder while writing? At that moment the man who smoked with me on the terrace comes off his place and comes up to me. He holds his smartphone towards me and I see that I wrote with him all the time. “Do you come with me?“He stretches my hand towards me and calls for an answer to the eye in the eye.
I am not able to answer completely completely surprised. I just didn’t expect that. My comfortable but unfortunately only imagined position far away from an anonymous writer has shrunk to a few centimeters at that moment. And now? Ok, I’ll do it. Without thinking for a long time I raise my hand so that it can take it. “Okay, let’s go”. We start and stop at his table.
He grabs his notebook, his bottle of wine and his room card. We continue to my table. I also take my bottle of champagne, my handbag and my room card. Then we run off. Again the sound of my shoes echoes through the hotel bar. Some men at the counter look around and take a envious look after us. ** In the elevator it is he who is the first to take the floor. “I am happy, optically you are worth every cent.
Your appearance and styling is great and that promises a lot of fun in bed with you. “I just look at him and don’t answer anything about it. On the contrary, by slowly licking my tongue over my slightly opened lips, I even provoke his lust. “Don’t worry, I know how to behave and won’t harm you. “I even take it off, because his appearance just tells me that he is standing by his word.
“And even if I like dirty talk and maybe speak a little harder, I think you are one of the most interesting women I have met so far. I want to enjoy the time with you and want to enjoy you. And you should and will hopefully enjoy the time with me. “** Time to think doesn’t have much because we arrived on his floor. We go to his room in peace, he opens the door and we go in.
It’s the same room as me, so I know about what awaits me here. “Let’s take a shower” he begins to undress and expect that from me too. Yes, it becomes clear to me at that moment that he determines the rules for tonight and tells me what he is expecting from me. But I am also used to this by my ex-partners and the only difference here is that he bought this right towards me.
But first he was still digging in his pocket and giving me a locked envelope. “To you”. I can feel that money is in it and also see by shimmering. Without listing, I put the envelope in my handbag and put it aside. Even if I have already showered, I take off and follow him into the bathroom. He is already in the shower and is waiting curious for me. I put my shyness towards strangers many months ago, and so it doesn’t cause me difficulties to get into the shower.
** “By the way, my name is Tom if you shouldn’t remember my name and you?“Should I give him my name or a creative artist name? I choose an emergency solution. “I’m Mia. “Tom begins to cum with the hand shower and then soak me up with a soft sponge full of shower room. However, he quickly replaces the sponge through his hands and rubs me in everywhere with this wonderfully fragrant shower room.
Even if I find the smell so wonderfully fragrant, it is quite clear to me that a stranger is in particular that I have it with it. So what, with a one night stand it is no different and I hide it directly. I close my eyes and follow his hands on my skin. He is very tender and gentle on the road, which I like very much. He rubs extensively over my pussy, my legs, my butt, my stomach and my breasts.
He turns me to his back, soar my butt and asks without shyness “your ass is still virgin?“I don’t tell him that I gained experience very early on, only that he is no longer virgin. “Then consider your horny whores as bought for tonight. “So he understands that by Dirty Talk. He called me in a very calm way whore.
Actually it should have been outraged, but in the end he was right. I sold myself to him tonight and made myself his hooker. ** Tom slowly presses the pace. I think he finally wants to go to bed. We dry ourselves and he goes to the room. “Known you to bed and make your head nice and deep. It’s ok if you just play your lust, but you can also enjoy it.
“I decide not to play, but let my desire run wild. So I go to bed, kneel down and put my upper body on the bed sheet as far as possible. I stretch my butt so far that he should have no trouble touching him. However, he presses my thighs apart beforehand, so that my legs are very spread and my pelvis drops a little more towards bed sheets.
As soon as I am in this position, he starts licking his tongue. He flows through my labia, plays with my clit, slides over my dam to my buttocks. He also licks extensively there and elicits a first moan. “Hmmooohhh” I can’t tell him more clearly that I like it. He takes it as an incentive and licks on. At the same time, he presses a licked thumbs deep into my buttocks, which in turn elements a loud “ahhhhhhhhh” from my mouth.
** Tom licks and presses the thumb deep and firmly into me. He suspects how horny it has to do, because my moan is becoming increasingly common. Without loosening the thumb, he licks like a little god. He actually manages that my lust comes from her starting blocks, demands in my body in centimeters by centimeter of space and ultimately causes more than horny thoughts in my head.
Within a very short time he has so far that only a little is missing until my orgasm. And he reaches this point when he starts to finger me with his other hand. Only a few bumps of his fingers are necessary until he hears me scream in front of him and sees how my body winds under his fingers. ** As soon as he pulled his fingers out of my body, he licks over my pussy and my butt.
Oh god, it is as if he is keeping the open wire of a power line. I flinch and winsle almost with lust that he just fingered and licked out of me. He does not let much of the time and stands behind me. I feel how he plays with his hard, hot penis between my legs, lets him slide through my lips and wetted it on my buttocks from my juice.
Without losing time, he presses it closer to me and overcomes the resistance that offers him in my body. Be tail only knows one direction. Forward. I feel that everything stretches through its size in me and my nerves are extremely irritated with every millimeter. But this mixture of pain and lust is something very special for me. Not only does he feel the tightness in me, I also feel how little space has its penis in me and yet enough space to penetrate completely into me.
** Tom enjoys this moment and wait patiently until I kneel a little better, so it is more pleasant for both of us. “Now I’m fucking your whore ass, you little horny hooker. “Tom lets his words follow deeds and comes to an idea with a hardness how cool he is. But he also knows that he pays for him to fuck me as you please. And he does that now.
With every push he makes me feel that I have to earn my money. But I also enjoy these hard and deep bumps so much that I have to hold back so as not to get an orgasm right away. Tom notices that too. With a jerk on my hair, a gossip on my butt or in some words, he tears me out of my horny emotional world. He now literally pounds me in with every blow how cool he is.
His words against it hammered me in that I am his whore he paid for sex. ** Shortly before he comes, he kneels next to me, pulls my head to him and continues to rub on his penis. I can’t straighten myself, I lie as deep as I lie with my upper body and let Tom fix our hand in my hair. I open my mouth because I don’t want to go in the face sperm have.
I just don’t like that. But Tom is too horny than that he takes into account and maybe he doesn’t want it at all. He shoots his entire load towards my face and it ends up on my cheek. Due to my position of my cheek, which is almost horizontal upwards, his juice also remains on my car. He rubs his cock a few times until the last drop is outside.
But instead of enough for me a handkerchief, he takes 2 fingers, wiped the sperm with it and lets me lick it from his finger. “Lick my juice, little hooker. “He repeats these words until my cheek is clean. ** While he gets up and fetches a bottle of champagne and glass, I stay on kneel in bed. However, I straighten my upper body so that I can relieve my back a little.
However, the glass is a wide water glass, which irritates me at first. He fills it with champagne, but instead of drinking he holds his cock in. “Drink, you little champagne hooker. He says it and keeps me with his tails witched with champagne. I take it in my mouth and lick the whole champagne down. Tom repeats this over and over again. Until he tells me I should lie down.
I do that and he spreads my legs again. I angle you so that he has more space. ** Then he lets champagne down from the bottle over my venus hill to my pussy. His tongue between my labia tries to catch every drop that runs down between my lips. What a great feeling to feel the champing of the champagne and his tongue between my lips. Again and again he pours until the bottle is empty.
But instead of gaining the bottle away, he fetches a condom and pulls it over the bottle neck after which he still used the cork. ** Oh my god, he won’t?!?!** Oh but he does it. He introduces the bottle into me and begins to penetrate me with a bottle of Moet. Oh my god, he fucks me with a champagne bottle. Of course I also enjoy dildos or other sex toys.
But a bottle? However, my pool likes the procedure, because my pussy tingles and itches, with every movement. First the width of the cork, which looks for its way into my body and stretches my pussy a little so that it can press around the thinner bottle neck immediately. As a result, however, the deeper the bottle penetrates into me, the neck becomes wider and thus my pussy is stretched again and again.
But Tom does it so perfect that he never exaggerates it, but always pays attention to that I can enjoy it. If he was still between my legs at the beginning, he is now to the side and can fuck me better with the bottle. And honestly that it is a bottle, I haven’t been thinking about it for a long time. I just enjoy how he brings me to orgasm again. But Tom is not yet at the end.
He takes the bottle and holds it down. “Lick it, little hooker. “He holds the bottle of my mouth so that I lick my own juice from the condom, which is covered by the bottle neck. I do it with a passion that he would hardly think that I lick a bottle and not a tail. ** When I’m done, Tom puts the bottle away. “It was nice, come to let’s go to the whirlpool.
“We dress and go to the wellness area. In the meantime it is almost midnight and nobody is in the corridors. We climb into the whirlpool and let ourselves be massaged by the water. Nobody says a word, both of us enjoy the peace. “Is there still in the price Blowjob Tomorrow morning?“So Tom plans his time for tomorrow while we are naked in the whirlpool. “Yes, it is.
“Let’s not say more for the next few minutes. Only when we go back says Tom “You are worth every cent. It was a successful evening, little horny champagne hookers. “Somehow I am glad that I have satisfied him. In the room it goes on again. Tom wants one last round and lets me ride. Exhausted we both fall into bed and fall asleep very quickly.
** In the morning, as always, I am awake. I say goodbye to Tom, go to my room and immediately take a shower. I’m done quickly because I don’t want to stress myself and sit under time pressure. I feel good, that’s why I put on white stretch trousers and a white top today. Including white ministring and white pushup. A figure cannot get more emphasis through pants and top.
My mood is really good through sex and money and the people in my area feel that too. Even at the booth, I spread a positive mood that a fabulous atmosphere is created. Until around noon Tom appears at our stand. I say goodbye to the break and we go into a quiet corner of the exhibition center. “I get something from you, my little champagne hooker. “Says it and smiles at me.
He wants to demand his blowjob. That quickly becomes clear to me. We look for a storage room and as soon as the door is closed, it opens the pants I kneel in front of him and blow his cock slowly and with a lot of feeling. ** He should notice how horny he made me yesterday. He also holds back for a while and lets me do my work. But he also gets to the point where my soft, damp lips bring him to orgasm.
Not only because he paid it he comes in my mouth. I just like that. Again I taste his juice and he reminds me so much of the champagne from last night. A beautiful memory. However, the time seems to be pushing for Tom. He brings me back and we say goodbye. “It was a nice night. We can repeat that?“My answer that I can do that as long as I am single can he understand and accept.
“A friend of mine is in the city tonight. May I have your champagne menu and recommend you?“Yes you can, was my answer. Knowing that there is another time paid for sex with a stranger. Tom put an empty bottle of Moet on the window sill next to me to say goodbye. “As a memory for you. “I look at the bottle and it can only be that of last night.
The condom lies in the empty bottle and on the label it says “Thank you. “With every bottle sold today, I have to think of this night how I was fucked with a bottle of Moet and always has to think about what the buyers will do with their bottles today. ** I leave the bottle on the window sill all day and want to take it to the hotel in the evening and she should also find your way home.
Shortly before 4 p.m. my cell phone travels me from the work of work. “I am the friend of Tom, champagne menu in lingerie today 8 p.m? Price is accepted. “My answer was not a yes, just a“ where?“Then I will make myself on my way in the evening, take money from a stranger and have sex with him. He too will spoil me with a champagne bottle. At that moment I am not aware of how my service will be around in the next few weeks.
I will be passed through the circle of friends of Tom for the coming days and weeks and everyone will contact me with the word “champagne menu”. Since some of the men like Tom do not live far away from me, there will also be some gentlemen who invite me several times. All accept the price for which Tom had bought me. However, I only do this as long as I am without a permanent partner.
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