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I danced on the edge of the dance floor. I stuck awkwardly after the rhythm. It looked involuntarily funny. Music boomed out of the speakers, which I never danced to. Isabel could at least have warned me. Quite a few pairs of eyes were aimed at me. Almost without exception, I perceived dark men around me. I felt uncomfortable. I didn’t show anything and danced on. The chopped rhythm of the rapeseed threw me out of time. I tried again and concentrated more on time.
It worked, but it didn’t work out well. A black laugh. ‘Oh god’, I thought, ‘laughed at me?‘There was no doubt. He also looked over at me. He eyed me. I also looked completely stupid, as I hapled around here. My laborious self -confidence said goodbye. I started the escape and sprinted to the toilet. I almost tore around a guy. Here I felt safe. I looked in the mirror.
Under my top, the arches were very clear. But it wasn’t my breasts. Isabel had insisted that I should put on this push-up bra. I ran into the toilet cabin. I took a deep breath. I looked into all four directions – three gray cabin walls and white tiles on the back. I closed my eyes and breathed deep again. ‘You can do it,’ said devils on the right, while angels on the left contested that diligently. I got up to return to the bar.
Again I took a deep breath and pressed the door blade downwards determined. She was still closed. I no longer had the strength to push the bar to the side. My courage left me again at that moment. I sat on my toilet lid and rummaged after my phone. I scroll through my phone book and pressed on Isabel’s picture – and called it. “You, I can’t!””Oh no! Not again!””Can you pick me up?”” Miriam.
Now to the 100. 000 times: what did your friend do last week?”” He has with Michaela slept. “”Exactly. And how many times was that?”” Um, the third?”” At least the sixth time! I have already told you the last time: There are only two options for how you can deal with such men: either you draw a line – or … “Already good, good!“I put on. I leaned back and took a deep breath. A tear rolled over my cheeks.
Scenes of the past few weeks in which I had cried out with Isabel. She had washed my head. ‘He knows how to do it. ‘, Were their words, then he arrives with chocolates and flowers, you forgive him. Then you have nice reconciliation sex. All is well. And a week later he reaches under the next skirt. ‘She was right: I had let his side jumps go through several times without consequences. That was the free ticket for him to continue to put his dödel into other pussies in the future.
‘What Frank can do, I can do it too’, I defied against it, ‘I can also have a stranger tail push into my pussy. And I could be more common: the tail could be bigger ’. That’s why I was here too. Isa had put the flea in my ear that black men had more in their pants. A common cliché. I opened my eyes and stared at the downturn again. Some phone numbers were scribbled with Edding. Under each with different text.
‘Fancy one Fling?‘, ‘Why not even a black one?’Or ‘Black Jimmy (26 years, 180, 26*5) gets you without grace’. My brain cells rattled. I imagined the 26*5. Longer than short side and shorter than the long side of an A4 sheet. I tried the length to roughly measure with my hands. The cock from my friend Frank fitted almost twice. I doubted. No cock could be that big. Although Isa had already raved about it.
How it felt, if you had 26*5 in you? That should almost split you. Although it would certainly be a great feeling if you had something like that. 26*5 – man O man!I caught my hand slid under my skirt and touched my already damp pussy. My left hand pushed my skirt up. I closed my eyes again. In my mind I imagined the caught pictures of the dark men.
One of the pictures solidified. I imagined how I excavated one of these types and he went into it. I took over the initiative and made it hot with my body. I played with my neckline. I then called my friend with courage and said that I would now sleep with a guy. He borrowed me not to do it. I just said Schnippisch ‘It is said that black cocks have big cocks’. Then I sat on the sofa with the black one.
He smiled at me. A hand circled around my clit. The other took my breasts through the top. I suppressed a moan. The guy was now behind me in my imagination. I felt his muscular chest, his hot breath and his quick heartbeat. I felt his hard strap on my buttocks. My delicate breasts stroked his strong hands – or it was the other way around? He played with my nipples. I pulled him down the last scrap fabric: his panties.
A big almost hard chocolate penis jumped out. Just 26*5. Or so. He smiled at me. Then he tore my string from my body. He reached for me and put me up the couch – and sank his cock in my pussy in two batches. I fucked my pussy with three fingers in time for the mental bumps. The other hand played on the clit. I got faster. I groaned. Then it came over me. It shook me.
“TZZZ. That is a waste when you fear yourself here, while you’re going to jump around out there really horny guys out there. “The voice echoed through the room before the door fell into the castle. Caught. I did not replace anything. I ran on bright red. I changed my string, made myself fresh and went back to the dance floor. It vibrated in my pocket because Isa had sent me an SMS. “Has someone already bitten?“I typed back:“ Wait off!“I went to the bar and watched the hustle and bustle from there.
I slide back and forth on the stool. My legs were already pressing against the tread bar. “Well, do you want to feel my big, thick cock in you?“I’m startled. The vulgar choice of words angered me. ‘What does the guy allow himself,’ I wondered and thought of the bad porn that Isa had given me recently. His obscenity appealed to me subliminally, within seconds I became awesome. I defended myself, but I didn’t have a recipe against the horniness. “No. why should I?“I turned around and looked at a black and white contrast: white shirt and pants in front of a very dark skin type.
I saw the strong upper arms. Probably a washboard belly under his shirt. The guy looked trained. “What else is looking for such a pretty, young thing here?”” Uh, listen to music. “” You don’t believe that yourself! I see how you are sitting on the bar stool quite restlessly. “I felt caught. I looked down at myself if you could have guessed it – or whether the guy just said it that way. “Not so embarrassed, little one! You can also touch him!“My hand moved towards him.
Then I pulled her back. I remembered that I was a decent woman, even if that didn’t look that time that day. I wanted to run away, but I was too weak. “Do you want a drink? I would take a Long Island IceTea!”Caipi” he turned to operation. The last chance of escape. We came across. He asked me something, I hardly understood him. He took my hand and led me to the dark seating areas.
When he ran behind me, I felt his belt pressed against my butt. We sat next to each other in the leather armchairs. “But you’re going quite well!”” Well, no wonder with such an attractive young woman!“Smalltalk followed. He put my hand on his crotch. I felt the hard bump. He smiled at me and opened my skirt’s button. With our free hands we prompted ourselves and drank our cocktails. A hand wandered into the federal government.
I felt how he pressed against my string. “You are a really horny bitch. As moist as you are, you probably can’t wait to feel my thick, fat cock in you!“I wanted to cry out outraged. My lips brought out no sound. His finger hiked across my pubic area. A shower ran down my back. I realized that I was damp. I blushed. He pressed my hand against his pants and I clearly felt your masculinity.
I reached through the fabric. I couldn’t feel whether it was short or long. He was definitely thick. And hard! I slipped around restlessly on the leather. “Have you now decided whether my cock is the right one for you tonight, Lady?“My mind would probably have said ‘no’ very clearly. But my pussy disagreed at the time. I just nodded. We drank out and ran to the exit.
I got out my cell phone: ‘It worked!‘Isa almost ran towards me at the door. I saw her from the side with her cell phone shot from us. I looked out of the corner of the eye. Then we ran to the other end of the parking lot. This part was unlit. So I just guessed that it was a BMW mini. “Well, because your cock fits in there at all?“I asked provocative. He smiled at me expectantly.
“I don’t have a mobile tail replacement at all!“Like a gentleman, he opened the passenger door. But he did not let me get in, but stood behind me. He pushes me up to him. I felt his heartbeat. His breath blew over my shoulders. And his hard cock pressed against my buttocks. I mainly felt two hands that went on a hike. First lying flat on my stomach, which gradually revolved around the navel. They wandered up.
I felt how he pressed the cushions on my body. His hands wandered on my back under my dress. I heard a quiet click: the bra was open. I was unable to protest, too much pressed his penis against my back. I bent my arms – and within seconds I was freed from this piece of clothing. “But someone chose there!“, He said with a played undertone, while he was the push-up bra in front of my eyes Wagged and threw on the passenger seat.
“Sorry. But you are definitely experienced enough and have already recognized that beforehand!”” This is fraudulent deception. I can’t let that go. That has to be punished, ”he said with an energetic tone. I shivered. I felt a stronger pat on my right buttocks. He pulled me back to him, his mouth approached my ear. He added almost whispering: “But if I’m honest: yes. And if I should be honest again: I like them as they are.
“The two strong hands kneaded my two breasts through the thin dress. The hands circled my nipple. I bit my lips and suppressed a moan. He let me get in. I packed the bra in my handbag. The guy closed the passenger door. The black started the engine. We opened the windows. The wind let my dress flutter. Since my cleavage was no longer padded, the fabric had play. The thin fabric rubbed my warts.
After ten minutes of driving my friend called. I declined the call. A few seconds later I received an SMS: ‘Miriam, don’t make a shit. I love you. We can talk about everything … ‘I remembered my half -dream and wrote back to him:’ Whether it is true that black have big cocks?‘Hey, you can’t do that to me!’,And whether!‘I switched off the phone. He kept in a record settlement. We drove in the 15. floor. Once in the apartment, put me on the window and admired the good view of the city.
From behind two hands clung to me. They held me tight. Then his cock pushed against my buttocks and I felt his breath blowing his shoulders. My top disappeared within seconds. Two hands reached for my breasts. He turned me over, leaned down and circled my nipples with his tongue. While a hand with the second chest played, the other turned me away. I lost the skirt, then my string. I stood naked as God created me in front of him.
Or even naked: my shame was completely shaved. He was still dressed. He came up in front of me and we looked into the eyes. I hadn’t even noticed that they were blue before. So we stood for a few seconds. With a grip I pulled out his shirt over his head. With a second I pulled his pants down. My hands reached into the waistband of the panties and drove along once. I snapped the rubber back.
The contours, which were shown by the panties, were much more threatening than those that I had seen through the jeans beforehand. He liked my game. A first drop of pleasure was sucked up by the fabric of the brief. I pulled the covenant down a little rabid. He moved his face. ‘Watsch’, his chocolate clatter clapped against his stomach. I freed him from the slip within seconds. “You just did indecent things. The butt belongs to you for that!”” Hey!“I wanted to interrupt him, he leaned around me slightly and let his hard strap snippet a few times.
“Now it is a tender, little thing slowly to bed for you!“He led me to a second room with his strong hands: the bedroom. The kingdom of heaven. The large bed stood in the middle of a room with azure walls. My nose took the scent of fresh roses that stood on the floor in two vases at the end of the bed. I just thought: ‘Wow. He knows what women want ’. His strong arms reached for me. He lifted me, took me a few steps and put me off in his bed.
He went wrong. His aftershave did me. The anticipation in my pussy was obvious. I closed my eyes. I turned to him on the side. My left hand hiked over his well -trained washboard belly with outstretched fingers. I opened my eyes and looked into his dark face. He radiated calm and serenity. He looked like the nice guy next door, like a guy who would never advertise his ‘big, thick cock’.
My flat hand pressed on his stomach. The contrast between my pale -pale -colored hand and its skin color could not have been greater. I closed my eyes again. My hand wandered over the strong chest past his neck over the steel -hard muscles of his upper arms. I felt so weak and soft next to him. I wanted to be protected by him – against everything and everyone. He was the greatest danger of my female integrity that night.
He, I still didn’t know his name, couldn’t be the one who protected me from sex -hungry men. He was it himself. And I was at the mercy. No, I wanted to be at the mercy. Already in my youth I had associated strong muscles with intensive, persistent sex. Even if this did not play a special role in a firm relationship: the Pawlow reflex now mercilessly struck back. I was helpless and in need of sex. I was no longer rational, no longer the mistress of my senses.
I was just horny. The feeling of sexual desirality was there. I needed it. It was already cooking in my pussy. I shiver. I crawled to his abdomen. I looked at his cock from just a few centimeters away. He would definitely not leave me intact, but penetrate me deeply into me. He would penetrate into areas in me where I had so far been unaffected. I wanted it. I wanted it for sure. I pulled his hammer -hard member up to me and nudged it against my nose.
I did it again. I nasted with him. I light my head slightly – and touched his glans with a tongue driven. I felt an end load flash between us. But it was not a flash, it was just a drop of pleasure. I was electrified. I licked the drop. It tasted slightly salty. I stretched up to his face and kissed him. Just like that. It was the anticipation. I leaned down to his member. I drove along the long shaft with outstretched tongue.
Highly. And down again. I overturn the tail and started the foreskin in front of and back jerk off. “The ones in Duplo advertising are wrong. This chocolate paline is longer!“My bright voice echoed through the room. I was startled. I heard myself and wondered if I had said this knowledge. I didn’t recognize myself again. That was not me. That must have been my second self. A me that was much more dirty and sex -obsessed than I would have ever dreamed of.
A I that I might no longer recognize in the mirror the next day. But I didn’t care. The unknown rummaged in his night closet and put a groovlas with a strike knife on his washboard belly. I was surprised. “Here. So that it really tastes like a chocolate vocaline!“I opened the glass – and don’t stuck with the Nutella. I strain his limb from all sides. The coloring of the Nutellas was similar to that of the limb. I licked on the link like a child on the Lolli.
The tart smell of the man was covered by the sweet smell of chocolate. I put the chocolate oak as a whole in my mouth. I licked the shaft. Another drop of pleasure ran out. “Hey, that’s not cocoa colors!“I put my finger into the Nutellaglas and mixed the drop with Nutella. He became brown. I licked it away. The salty was hard to taste. I successfully displaced the thoughts of the calorie table. I heard him moan.
I put the thick glans back into my mouth and jerked his shaft with both hands. I bit him on it slightly. I sucked. Two strong hands pulled my lower body up to him. I felt two fingers that turn my clit alternately. My clit was hard. Instead of a moan, only a gurgling came out of me. The guy shot off without warning. Deep in my throat. A strong shot. I wanted to free myself, I wanted to pull it out, but two strong hands held me.
A second shot followed. A third party. I rochet. I didn’t know where to go with the sperm. I swallowed. For the first time in my life. A fourth thrust. I dipped my finger into the Nutellaglas and pressed it into my mouth. A fifth, a weaker shot. I swallowed again. Then I could pull the limb out of my mouth. I experienced the flash of moments of happiness. My lust ran down my legs. In me all the fuses burned through.
The bare reproductive drive had taken possession of me. I just wanted to be fucked. Hard. a ****. The donor of my lust had lost hardness. He lay peacefully on his stomach. Like a snake. The guy grown and relaxed. After each shot is over. So this also applies to black ones. I have cursed the creator of the world for this misconstruction since I puberty. How remote controlled, no like a fury, I used his peacefully slumbering cock.
I jerked him. With the second hand I picked up his thick eggs. I kneaded his sack. I turned his eggs around in the sack. I turned them on. And another piece. Until the guy sighed slightly and his face moved. I let it go and the eggs dangled back. I jerked him. Next previous. Back and before. I felt the blood supply in my hands. I became tingling. He became harder. I sighed.
He got bigger. I felt a pull in my abdomen. He became threatening hard. He was back. I jumped up. I landed in bed. Unfortunately not that his tail burried me on the approach. The guy rummaged in the night cabinet and put a condom on his washboard belly. I grabbed his chest, grazed his upper body with my hand and stole the condom. I read the unmistakable letters ‘XXL’. “Wink the cashiers in the drugstore when you put them on the band?“I asked curiously.
“Uh, only the new sales assistants. The others are already used to everything! And then I always say: I can’t do anything about it either!“And now I should also feel you for that?””Yes!”” You scoop!“I tore up the film and carelessly threw it behind me. I pressed the condom on his cock. I rolled up two revolutions, then my fingernail got in the condom. It tore. I pulled it down. He rolled the second one himself. I turned and knelt over his adoniper.
I slid back a bit. I reached for his big cock. I got soft knees. They trembled. I pressed the glans against my abdomen. I rubbed it along my column. I enjoyed it. I printed the member against my pussy. I felt the resistance. With two fingers of the other hand I wiped my natural lubricant on the condom. I leaned back again. The black grabbed its masculinity and pressed against it with more pressure.
I was wiser, I gave in – and the glans slipped into it. Sunk. I felt the thick acorn directly in me. It was amazing. The guy supported me so that I couldn’t skewer myself. He slowly let me down – and the tail gradually disappeared into me. My pussy devoured him. I felt how it got tight in me. I felt how he was going into zones in me in which I was untouched.
I moved my face. I groaned. I panted. My mind changed. The joy of expectation disappeared and I suddenly worried whether I could take it out completely. My eyes were bigger than the mouth. Sweat ran from my forehead. I wanted to plead for a break. Then I felt that I was already sitting on him and had completely absorbed the tail. I rested for a few seconds. Or minutes. The concerns escaped as quickly as they had come.
I raised myself. I felt the glans slipped towards the exit. Then I sat on it again – and pressed the piston back in. I groaned. I bit my lips. And repeated the movements. Get out, in, out, in. It did me animal. I looked down at me. I could guess how his phallus disappeared into me. I saw the guy enjoyed my gentle ride. I closed my eyes. My body was fixed on his cock.
I slipped back. I enjoyed him. His flat hand claped on my crispy po-baking. It splashed. I raised my butt from his body. I let him slide out again. I breathed through again. I lowered my butt. Then I raised him again. I got faster. I rode him. My feelings steered me. My body was getting faster and faster. I had long since lost control. My hair flew around, my little breasts were already hopping. Welding beads formed on my forehead, which landed on the washboard belly over my tip of my nose.
The guy had closed his eyes. His strong hands included my buttocks. He groaned. I groaned. He kneaded my buttocks. He did it well. I got faster. And louder. My body was still twitching. His right hand turned to my breasts. He circled her. He grabbed her. He kneaded them. The guy pushed against me from below. I felt the bumps more intensely. I only felt his phallus. I felt filled out. I screamed my lust in time.
I screamed confused stuff. Loud, high screams. I was no longer able to think of something or even to articulate words. My knees trembled more and more. His two strong hands pulled me down. We turned. Now I was below. He now missionary. He set the pace. He pulled out the tail and back in. Very quickly, very intense. I moved my face. He groaned now. He became faster. The bed was already wobbling with.
I shouted. I panted for air. I still felt his fat glans in front of me. Two fingers played with my pussy. I felt that the guy was shortly before his climax. I felt that I was also about to. His hands made me rapid. His phallus too. He brought me to the edge of one orgasm. I didn’t come. I was about to come. My excitement had exceeded the peak without climax.
I closed my eyes again. I pressed his finger more firmly against my clit. I wobbled with my buttocks. I still felt his hard bumps. I remembered on his attack. “So that’s your big, thick cock? Very deep in my soft, gentle, bright, shaved cunt. Your megapics in me. Yours, your … deeper … “My body tensioned. My pussy contracted. I felt the masculinity much more clearly. The guy also stopped the air.
My pussy perceived a small gentle pressure point, which shot at top speed towards Eichel. Only seconds later the tension loose in me. A huge flash pulled through my body. A loud scream echoed through the room. My body shook. His sperm shot into the reservoir. The reservoir hit my cervix. I screamed out my moments of happiness. I fidget. I trembled. I wanted to capture the moment for eternity. A second shot. A third party. His hot sauce shot into me in other batches.
I felt it. His breathing movements slowed down. Mine too. I panted for air. Still unable to say or think something, I just lay on his bed like dead. The guy dropped to me. I felt his quick heartbeat. My consciousness gradually came back. I realized that I had experienced a climax. The first in several months. And the most intense ever. I felt his wand lost to hardness. He was still in me.
I was exhausted. The guy became too heavy for me. I pushed him away. He understood it and pulled out his chocolate paline. It made plop. He smiled. I was no longer able to conversation. I felt how everything relaxed in me again. There were a few pleasant waves through my body. I just fell asleep. When I woke up again, it was already bright. I stretched out my arms and found that the bed next to me was empty.
I felt like on a cloud. The falling sun rays illuminated the blue of the walls. When I pushed the duvet aside, I saw that I was completely naked. Within seconds I realized how I got here. I didn’t have a film tear. I was sure. My body felt my body with one hand. When I stroked my vulva, I felt a burning. The scene of my climax took place in my head cinema.
The door opened and the guy had brought breakfast on a tray. Sausage, cheese, jam, fresh rolls, with coffee. I straightened up and showed him my bust size without shame. We didn’t speak anything. We bite the first rolls. I was unsure whether I should talk to him about yesterday’s night. With sex it is like money: you don’t talk about sex. You have sex. “Where’s the Nutella?“He took it out behind the bed and gave me the glass.
He smiled at me. I smiled back. We also got on without words. He cleared the tray to the side – and I distributed the brown cream with the spoon over his tail. The peaceful cock became hard. I leaned to him and touched the chocolate with a tongue driven out. I licked her clean. His two strong hands pulled me up to him – and then put me on the bed. I covered my pussy with both hands.
“It needs relaxation!“I straightened up and reached for his cock. I made his glans disappear in my mouth and jerked him with both hands. Until the shooting. It was not spread out in his mouth, but on my face, my hair and breasts. He stroked my cheek and left a sperm deck on my tip of my nose. “Hey,” I protested. “You look a little pale!”” Very funny! You could have sprayed cocoa too!“Now he took a finger full of Nutella and left it on my nose.
“Like this?“And nibbled on my nose. We both got up and ran into the bathroom. We shower together. We soap each other. First on the upper body. Then the butt. His hand approached my pussy, but I dismissed her. I put the shower jet on gently and washed up clean. It still burned. After that I have his cock one. Excessive. Double and triple, as the Lord wanted. He gave me a towel, we dried out.
Then I rummaged in my pocket for a fresh string, but I had already put it on in the disco. My phone fell into my hands with. 37 calls and 25 messages in absence. Everything from my friend. I read the first messages. He regretted his mistakes. I shouldn’t make a shit. And I could talk to him about everything. I threw the phone into the corner. My mood struck. The guy noticed it.
“Let me guess: this is your friend and you have a guilty conscience?””No not really. He got that into himself! If then I have a guilty conscience towards you. “” You don’t have to!”” Well, I used you ..!””No you have not. I finally spoke to you!”” Yes, but I only did it because I wanted to take revenge my friend!””What has he done?”” He cheated on me several times – and then I wanted to give him a lesson … “”. You know, I don’t care if you lost a bet, just there was curiosity or you had to punish your friend: I just wanted to sleep with an enchanting, young lady.
“” But you said that nicely!“I put on my old panties again, he closed my bra. I rummaged my things together. When I wanted to go, he put a note with his phone number to me. “If you should have a reason again …” We hugged ourselves to say goodbye. He pinched me again in my buttocks. Me too. I realized that we still didn’t know our names. The door fell behind me into the castle.
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