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My father was a director at a major bank in Germany. In the meantime, he has retired. I suppose that my way of being a slut today was in the origin a kind of insurrection against my father. It's amazing that I'm even proud of it and don't feel anything bad about it.
As a young girl, I was nice and followed all the rules to the letter and never did anything forbidden. At the age of 18, in 1985, I had enough of bourgeois life and became a punk woman. I don't know if this tells you anything. So I try to explain it briefly. My black hair stretched to the sky and the sides were shaved. In the ears and in the nose I had safety pins thus the precursors of today's piercings. My outfit was mostly leather trousers and a jacket with big rivets.
Unfortunately, I was at school only mediocre, except in arithmetic, where I was brilliant. My poor school performance disappointed my father immeasurably. He had imagined an academic career for me – fame and honor or something like that. I received tutoring in various subjects, but it was of practically no use. I finished my compulsory education with just a pass. Then I started an apprenticeship as a motor mechanic in a medium-sized garage.
Maybe I should describe myself briefly before the author does. By repeating classes I was already eighteen. I am rather small with a size of 1.60 m and have a huge bosom. At that time I wore my hair, as already mentioned, in the form of a punk hairstyle with safety pins in my nose and ears. I have a small snub nose and my eyes are dark brown and melt every man's heart. I wasn't that slim any more as my candy consumption had been effective and had caused the beginning of a belly.
Because, of the specialization, we were only two girls surrounded by twenty boys in the vocational school. And that's where it started! I made out with every man, and I wanted the fast sex. It started very slowly and now I am more than sex-obsessed. With John, a student from the same class, I had my first sexual intercourse, as this is elegantly expressed. His parents were on holiday and had told him to be good. He invited me to join him for supper. As soon as he had closed the front house door, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me like mad. Between two kisses he unbuttoned my blouse and slowly took it off. Now I stood in a pink brassiere in front of him, and he began to massage my big breasts. Like most inexperienced men, he had trouble unhooking the bra. I quickly helped him to take it off. He threw it to the ground. Then he admired my large boobs. The areoles had a diameter of more than 3 cm and were dark. My nipples were strongly excited and stretched about 2 cm into the air. He bent down to my tits and took a nipple in his mouth. He sucked it with relish and I felt a lustful pulling in the bosom. At some moment this was unpleasant to me because my breast felt so wet. Apropos wetness, between the legs, I had the feeling that slowly my juice ran down.
John now took me by the hand and pulled me down the hall and then into the next room. I recognized quite a large room with a huge double bed and shouted to him angrily: “You can't do this, this is your parents' bedroom!” He took his index finger to his mouth and smiled with a mischievous look in his face. Then he grinned: "At least we have enough space. Wait a minute, I'll get my blanket for protection.” And then he was gone to come back a few moments later. He put the colored blanket on the bed. Then he fully devoted himself to me again and drew off my sports shoes with the three blue stripes and caressed my feet. Then he tried as quickly as possible to free me from my leather trousers. It was amazing how fast it went and I stood there almost naked. All I had on were my white socks and my pink panties.
John undressed quickly too and a few moments later he was only dressed in red briefs. He could not hide his excitement. The bump in his slip was clearly visible. He pulled down my panties and admired my dark pubic hair. At that time it was not common to shave or shorten these. Because of my excitement, my labia were relatively swollen and shone with moisture. He ran his paw over my pubic hair and put me cheekily a finger in the wet vagina. I was still a virgin at that time, but I had often used my hand or various dildos to explore my deepest secret so that my hymen was no longer intact. I enjoyed his finger in the vagina, and then he inserted by surprise a second one. I asked him to take off his knickers. He pulled it down in a flash. His dick stretched and pointed steeply upwards. I pushed him onto the bed and as he lay there, I fell over his penis and began to suck his dick. His groans were clearly audible. I was glad that we were alone in the house. I indulged his cock with my tongue. Thereafter, I tried to swallow as much of his Jonny as possible. I wasn't trained enough, and to my disappointment, it was just too big. Then I stroked his balls and even put one in my mouth. Then I sucked again his penis like a lollipop.
I found the taste of his pre-cum pleasant and exciting. Now my cunt was longing to be fucked hard by his cock. John had thought of everything. He pulled his penis out of my mouth and took the condom that he had prepared before. When he put it on, it was clear that he was not as skilled in sexual matters as he had pretended to be. I lay on my back and spread my legs widely. Full of tense I waited for his penetration and was wondering if my expectations for the first time would be fulfilled. My vagina was by now damp wet and wide open so that he could easily insert his rather big and thick dick. Roughly he introduced it. Egoistically he looked only for his pleasure to be fulfilled. He enjoyed the "in" and "out" movements and moaned loudly. So after a few minutes, we changed position and I knelt on the bed, and he took me in the "doggy style" position. I had the feeling that he had a bit changed attitude, and that he wanted me now to have a heavy orgasm. In this position, It was a completely different feeling as he penetrated me much deeper. His balls clapped violently on my butt. I felt the muscles in my vagina twitch. This had to be a kind of climax. John came shortly after with a loud moan. I clearly felt the wild convulsions of his penis. Finally, we kissed endlessly on the bed. For me, it was a successful first time. Like the appetizer, it had wakened my appetite. Above all, I wanted to try more different things. I ate with John in the kitchen and then I said goodbye. The following week we broke up. It was no drama. I think we had both foreseen this and therefore it was not a big surprise.
My sex appetite was now aroused. I decided to just go out on the street as a hobby whore to try out what it was like. I didn't want a pimp and I wanted to approach this carefully. I knew it needed a permit, but I didn't want to apply for one for anonymity reasons.
One afternoon about two weeks after I had broken up with John I lied to my parents. I made them believe that I was staying overnight with a girlfriend. I dressed in sexy underwear, a blouse and a short leather skirt. Especially my lips were dark red and my dark eyelashes were accentuated with mascara. I looked very slutty. My father came home from work much earlier than usual, and he noticed that I had dressed and made up differently. He commented: "The young lady has some plans for tonight.” I smiled and thought of what I was up for the evening with anticipation.
Since we lived in a suburb of Berlin, I took a train in the direction of the city and then the crowded and stinky underground. I had made extended research before and knew exactly where the street with the hookers was. At the corner of this badly frequented street, I stood shyly and uncertain and waited hopefully for customers. The women on the left and right looked angrily at me as a newcomer. Especially because I had some plus points: I looked cheeky with my punk hairstyle, my skin looked healthy and my big chest was impressive. In short, I stood out extremely positively from the competition. It was six o'clock in the evening and unfortunately, it started lightly to drizzle.
A very old car held on my height and the man rolled down the window. He looked quite old to me, but he was only about forty. He shouted: "Hey, would you give me a blow job? What would this cost?“ I told him the price. He said spontaneously: "Get on, you bitch hooker!" I climbed into the car and had a triumphal smile on my face when looking back to the other two hookers. We drove around the corner to a parking slot where he parked the car. There was a fragrance tree in the old crate. I hate this penetrating scent. So I wanted to get out of the car as soon as possible. The man had grey hair and wore a beautiful mustache. He opened his trousers and pulled them down to his knees. I explained despite the insult: "Normally I collect first! Okay, you look quite sympathetic."
I massaged his penis leisurely. This worked and it got slowly bigger. I bent down to his cock and started pampering it with my mouth. He seemed to enjoy and pressed himself firmly back in the car seat. Now I felt his pre-cum which tasted differently than John's. But as far as I knew, the taste changes depending on what you eat. Now I was a real hooker! The dick of this guy was less big and thick than my only comparison example, and so I could take him really deep in the mouth. I stroked the man's belly with the other hand. This was to my astonishment strongly hairy. In my mouth, I felt that he would come soon. Therefore, I took him out and wanked him with fast movements until he exploded. I got covered with his sperm even in the face. This didn't bother me at the moment. He moaned contentedly, pulled his knickers and trousers up and took out his wallet. He said: "You've done this splendidly, are you here regularly?" I shook my head and collected the agreed amount of money, which he paid without tricks. He drove me back to the stand and let me get off and roared away.
My rival enviously said, "And how was it?" I only replied: "Well, so mediocre." With a damp cloth, I tried to refresh myself and to remove the sperm traces out of my face. Afterward, I drank something from my bottle and ate a piece of bread. Slowly I began to have a cold. I noticed that this was not as adventurous and great as I had imagined. The waiting time for the next customer was a test of patience and it was highly uncertain whether it would come to that with this unfriendly weather. The whores on the left and right were visited by a strange guy who asked how things stand. This one gave me a strange awkward look. I glimpsed briefly at my expensive wristwatch. It was already 19 o'clock 30 min. I wanted to wait maximally for one more hour. Thereafter, I would probably move into a hotel room and go to sleep. That would again make a hole into my monthly budget. My legs were slowly tired from standing. A passenger car stopped at the height of the dark woman to my left and after a short hectic conversation they agreed on a price, and she hastily got in. I thought only, on the one hand, bad news for me, on the other hand, it increased my chance to be considered with the next suitor.
After half an eternity, a beautiful car came down the road. I couldn't believe my eyes. I didn't know much about luxury cars. But this car was simply recognizable with the radiator figure "Emily". It was a Rolls-Royce! The tinted car window of the driver went down silently. The chauffeur asked me: "Are you still available? Can you possibly come with us?“ I nodded intimidated, and he came out briefly to open the backdoor like a gentleman. I got into the car and was surrounded by an atmosphere of well-being. In the back seat sat a man with silver hair and dark glasses. He had a beautiful male face and smiled mysteriously at me. I was insecure and it was only now that I realized that my security in this environment was at a low level. My heart pounded strongly. Surprisingly, I immediately felt comfortable with this man. Now he commanded to the driver: "Take us back to the hotel.” He nodded only briefly and started off smoothly. The mysterious passenger asked me: "Do you want something to drink?” I shook my head vigorously and waited for further explanations. But he remained silent during the whole car ride. A short time later we stopped in front of a noble hotel. We got out of the car and the chauffeur drove into the underground car park.
At the entrance of the hotel, there were two bellboys, who looked at me a little irritated. Obviously, I didn't fit into this environment. The sliding door of the entrance opened automatically and I followed the grey-haired man inside. The hotel was glamorous, the entrance hall was impressive with a huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling. At the reception he said determinedly: "Unexpectedly someone came to see me. Thank you for noting that!” We took the lift to the fifth floor and got out. The carpet was very thick and soft. He paused briefly in front of the elegant room door with the number 513. He said, "My name's Michael and yours?" And at the same time, without waiting for my answer, he pulled the room card through the magnetic reader and pushed it open. I was more than intimidated and shyly I replied: "I am Nicole, they also call me Nicki! He replied: “What a nice name!” The room was huge and feudal. It was a hotel suite and how I could judge from the first sight it was rather one of the bigger and more luxurious ones.
After we sat down, he asked if I was hungry. I nodded joyfully. Then he suggested the best dish from the menu card and asked if it was all right with me. After I had affirmed this, he ordered the meal with an expensive wine bottle and mineral water from the room service. I felt out of place and didn't know how the outcome would be. By the way in retrospect, it reminds me of the blockbuster film romance „Pretty Woman” presented to the cinemagoers just a few years later. But I don't remember what happened in the film.
In any case, he was sensitive and had to be rich. This was not difficult to guess with this great suite and the Rolls-Royce. Furthermore, he didn't seem to care much about money as he had not asked for my tariff. His appearance was Cosmopolitan, and he seemed to be used to such a wealthy environment. He told me that this year was full of strokes of fate. The only positive thing was his successful business with software products. His wife had died just six months ago in a car crash. After two demanding surgeries on both eyes, his vision was significantly worse and he had, in addition, rigid pupils. As he explained to me, the pupils no longer reacted to light stimuli and remained wide open. Therefore, he wore darkened glasses. By knocking on the door we were interrupted in conversation. The waiter from the room service entered, apologized and quickly set the table and prepared the food. He opened the wine bottle and served us both wine after we had nodded in agreement.
After this interruption, he continued to talk about his family and his last scuba diving holidays in Dubai. Then he finally got to the point. He wanted to have a nice evening with a young woman. If he liked her he wanted to have sex with her, without having further obligations. The atmosphere was very pleasant and almost romantic with the lighted candle. We continued to eat comfortably and laughed a lot. I drank probably too much from the red wine because I felt a bit drunk. It was unusual that I was there. I didn't know exactly why I was doing this, I was like driven by a bad ghost!
He started gently stroking my hand and gave me a shy kiss on the cheek. At some point, we both got up. Slowly we embraced each other and began to kiss wildly. In between, two kisses, he pulled off his tie and opened the first three buttons of his shirt. He twirled me around and I landed back on the bed where we cuddled on. As a lover, he was much more interesting than the two preceding men and I didn't have to force myself to kiss him. He unbuttoned my blouse and slowly took it off. He gently stroked my breasts through the brassiere and I felt a pleasant pull in my nipple tips. Soon he skilfully opened my bra, which he carefully folded and laid on the bed. He stroked me gently with his well-groomed hands over the nipples and bent over to the left one and began to suck it with pleasure. He closed both eyes and I had to do the same to enjoy it better. It was really pleasurable, and he did it so lovingly and with much decency. He opened the zip of my mini leather skirt and took it off together with my pink thong underneath. He then gently stroked my pubic hair. He moistened his index finger and massaged my clitoris. I had to moan with pleasure and I mumbled: "Yes, go on like this, you are wonderful." It was fantastic and it is almost impossible to describe it in words. Two fingers of his hand slid into my juicy pussy meanwhile his wet index finger of the other hand tickled further over my clitoris bead. The skillful stroking with slight pressure in between almost brought me around the mind. I can tell you, this feeling has addiction potential! Probably this is due to the happy hormones that are released. Now he slowly undressed and placed his clothes neatly on a chair.
Completely naked he came back on to the bed and kissed me passionately. He slipped three fingers into my wet pussy and made gentle circling movements. Instinctively, I tried to move my pelvis to have a firmer pressure movement. With my hands, I drove as well as I could over his smooth chest and excited penis. Pre-cum was clearly visible at the tip. With his hand, he grabbed a condom on the bedside table and put it rapidly on his stiff dick. I had the legs spread widely, and he penetrated carefully with his penis into my hairy pussy. First, he made small circling movements. He had only the glans tip in it. It was fabulous and with my hands, I reached for his pelvis and pulled him towards me. It was an extremely beautiful feeling. He started moving slowly up and down. With small pauses, he increased the tension. So it was really fun, and he mastered it to perfection. I wanted to kiss him. He understood this and bent down to me and gave me little short kisses. Meanwhile, he continued rhythmically with the in and out movements. In between, he paused briefly and then slowly started again. I thought I was in paradise. This went on for about ten minutes and in the end, I felt that my vagina was trembling and really throbbing. Michael noticed this, and he increased the speed and fucked me harder. We came in about together and then held each other tightly for a while. Tenderly he kissed my lips and we cuddled intensively.
Then he whispered: "Maybe this is the wrong time, but we still have to settle your payment. I thought you will stay overnight, so I'll pay you 1000 marks. Does that fit?" Surprised and joyful I just nodded, this was more than enough. Besides, it had been fun. We both refreshed ourselves with a quick shower. Thereafter, we went to sleep in a huge and comfortable bed. He gently caressed my arm, and we talked for a while about this and that until we finally fell asleep.
The next morning we ate breakfast early and then I said goodbye. He handed me out his business card and whispered: "I am looking forward to hearing from you soon.“ Finally, I got a gentle kiss on the lips. Then I left the hotel and realized, that I could not appear in the automotive workshop dressed like this. I called from a telephone booth and informed my boss that I was ill, which almost was the truth. I was tired and from the impressions of the last hours, I had a severe headache.
I drove home and there I lay down on the bed and first had to shed a few tears. They just rolled down my cheeks. Special was that I could not see the reason. Did I u*********sly fall in love with this man? In notepad, I began to register my lovers. I had made several columns provided with:
Date, where, who, how, worthy mentioning, scoring
and I entered the following information :
No. 1: Early June 1985. At his parent’s house. John a student from my class. Petting. Blow job nearly fisted my pussy. Intercourse in the classic position and doggy style. Medium, okay for the first time.
No. 2: End of June 1985. Car. About fifty years old. Blow job. Medium.
No. 3: End of June 1985. Luxury hotel. Michael, about fifty. Gentle stroking. Treatment of my pussy with the fingers. Classic sex position. I had a great routine and it was very enjoyable. Beautiful and sympathetic man, I have his visit card. Fantastic.
My mother tongue is not English but I love this language so much. As writing is already difficult by nature, this fact makes it not easier. If my English should not be good enough for this site, do not hesitate to tell me.
As a young girl, I was nice and followed all the rules to the letter and never did anything forbidden. At the age of 18, in 1985, I had enough of bourgeois life and became a punk woman. I don't know if this tells you anything. So I try to explain it briefly. My black hair stretched to the sky and the sides were shaved. In the ears and in the nose I had safety pins thus the precursors of today's piercings. My outfit was mostly leather trousers and a jacket with big rivets.
Unfortunately, I was at school only mediocre, except in arithmetic, where I was brilliant. My poor school performance disappointed my father immeasurably. He had imagined an academic career for me – fame and honor or something like that. I received tutoring in various subjects, but it was of practically no use. I finished my compulsory education with just a pass. Then I started an apprenticeship as a motor mechanic in a medium-sized garage.
Maybe I should describe myself briefly before the author does. By repeating classes I was already eighteen. I am rather small with a size of 1.60 m and have a huge bosom. At that time I wore my hair, as already mentioned, in the form of a punk hairstyle with safety pins in my nose and ears. I have a small snub nose and my eyes are dark brown and melt every man's heart. I wasn't that slim any more as my candy consumption had been effective and had caused the beginning of a belly.
Because, of the specialization, we were only two girls surrounded by twenty boys in the vocational school. And that's where it started! I made out with every man, and I wanted the fast sex. It started very slowly and now I am more than sex-obsessed. With John, a student from the same class, I had my first sexual intercourse, as this is elegantly expressed. His parents were on holiday and had told him to be good. He invited me to join him for supper. As soon as he had closed the front house door, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me like mad. Between two kisses he unbuttoned my blouse and slowly took it off. Now I stood in a pink brassiere in front of him, and he began to massage my big breasts. Like most inexperienced men, he had trouble unhooking the bra. I quickly helped him to take it off. He threw it to the ground. Then he admired my large boobs. The areoles had a diameter of more than 3 cm and were dark. My nipples were strongly excited and stretched about 2 cm into the air. He bent down to my tits and took a nipple in his mouth. He sucked it with relish and I felt a lustful pulling in the bosom. At some moment this was unpleasant to me because my breast felt so wet. Apropos wetness, between the legs, I had the feeling that slowly my juice ran down.
John now took me by the hand and pulled me down the hall and then into the next room. I recognized quite a large room with a huge double bed and shouted to him angrily: “You can't do this, this is your parents' bedroom!” He took his index finger to his mouth and smiled with a mischievous look in his face. Then he grinned: "At least we have enough space. Wait a minute, I'll get my blanket for protection.” And then he was gone to come back a few moments later. He put the colored blanket on the bed. Then he fully devoted himself to me again and drew off my sports shoes with the three blue stripes and caressed my feet. Then he tried as quickly as possible to free me from my leather trousers. It was amazing how fast it went and I stood there almost naked. All I had on were my white socks and my pink panties.
John undressed quickly too and a few moments later he was only dressed in red briefs. He could not hide his excitement. The bump in his slip was clearly visible. He pulled down my panties and admired my dark pubic hair. At that time it was not common to shave or shorten these. Because of my excitement, my labia were relatively swollen and shone with moisture. He ran his paw over my pubic hair and put me cheekily a finger in the wet vagina. I was still a virgin at that time, but I had often used my hand or various dildos to explore my deepest secret so that my hymen was no longer intact. I enjoyed his finger in the vagina, and then he inserted by surprise a second one. I asked him to take off his knickers. He pulled it down in a flash. His dick stretched and pointed steeply upwards. I pushed him onto the bed and as he lay there, I fell over his penis and began to suck his dick. His groans were clearly audible. I was glad that we were alone in the house. I indulged his cock with my tongue. Thereafter, I tried to swallow as much of his Jonny as possible. I wasn't trained enough, and to my disappointment, it was just too big. Then I stroked his balls and even put one in my mouth. Then I sucked again his penis like a lollipop.
I found the taste of his pre-cum pleasant and exciting. Now my cunt was longing to be fucked hard by his cock. John had thought of everything. He pulled his penis out of my mouth and took the condom that he had prepared before. When he put it on, it was clear that he was not as skilled in sexual matters as he had pretended to be. I lay on my back and spread my legs widely. Full of tense I waited for his penetration and was wondering if my expectations for the first time would be fulfilled. My vagina was by now damp wet and wide open so that he could easily insert his rather big and thick dick. Roughly he introduced it. Egoistically he looked only for his pleasure to be fulfilled. He enjoyed the "in" and "out" movements and moaned loudly. So after a few minutes, we changed position and I knelt on the bed, and he took me in the "doggy style" position. I had the feeling that he had a bit changed attitude, and that he wanted me now to have a heavy orgasm. In this position, It was a completely different feeling as he penetrated me much deeper. His balls clapped violently on my butt. I felt the muscles in my vagina twitch. This had to be a kind of climax. John came shortly after with a loud moan. I clearly felt the wild convulsions of his penis. Finally, we kissed endlessly on the bed. For me, it was a successful first time. Like the appetizer, it had wakened my appetite. Above all, I wanted to try more different things. I ate with John in the kitchen and then I said goodbye. The following week we broke up. It was no drama. I think we had both foreseen this and therefore it was not a big surprise.
My sex appetite was now aroused. I decided to just go out on the street as a hobby whore to try out what it was like. I didn't want a pimp and I wanted to approach this carefully. I knew it needed a permit, but I didn't want to apply for one for anonymity reasons.
One afternoon about two weeks after I had broken up with John I lied to my parents. I made them believe that I was staying overnight with a girlfriend. I dressed in sexy underwear, a blouse and a short leather skirt. Especially my lips were dark red and my dark eyelashes were accentuated with mascara. I looked very slutty. My father came home from work much earlier than usual, and he noticed that I had dressed and made up differently. He commented: "The young lady has some plans for tonight.” I smiled and thought of what I was up for the evening with anticipation.
Since we lived in a suburb of Berlin, I took a train in the direction of the city and then the crowded and stinky underground. I had made extended research before and knew exactly where the street with the hookers was. At the corner of this badly frequented street, I stood shyly and uncertain and waited hopefully for customers. The women on the left and right looked angrily at me as a newcomer. Especially because I had some plus points: I looked cheeky with my punk hairstyle, my skin looked healthy and my big chest was impressive. In short, I stood out extremely positively from the competition. It was six o'clock in the evening and unfortunately, it started lightly to drizzle.
A very old car held on my height and the man rolled down the window. He looked quite old to me, but he was only about forty. He shouted: "Hey, would you give me a blow job? What would this cost?“ I told him the price. He said spontaneously: "Get on, you bitch hooker!" I climbed into the car and had a triumphal smile on my face when looking back to the other two hookers. We drove around the corner to a parking slot where he parked the car. There was a fragrance tree in the old crate. I hate this penetrating scent. So I wanted to get out of the car as soon as possible. The man had grey hair and wore a beautiful mustache. He opened his trousers and pulled them down to his knees. I explained despite the insult: "Normally I collect first! Okay, you look quite sympathetic."
I massaged his penis leisurely. This worked and it got slowly bigger. I bent down to his cock and started pampering it with my mouth. He seemed to enjoy and pressed himself firmly back in the car seat. Now I felt his pre-cum which tasted differently than John's. But as far as I knew, the taste changes depending on what you eat. Now I was a real hooker! The dick of this guy was less big and thick than my only comparison example, and so I could take him really deep in the mouth. I stroked the man's belly with the other hand. This was to my astonishment strongly hairy. In my mouth, I felt that he would come soon. Therefore, I took him out and wanked him with fast movements until he exploded. I got covered with his sperm even in the face. This didn't bother me at the moment. He moaned contentedly, pulled his knickers and trousers up and took out his wallet. He said: "You've done this splendidly, are you here regularly?" I shook my head and collected the agreed amount of money, which he paid without tricks. He drove me back to the stand and let me get off and roared away.
My rival enviously said, "And how was it?" I only replied: "Well, so mediocre." With a damp cloth, I tried to refresh myself and to remove the sperm traces out of my face. Afterward, I drank something from my bottle and ate a piece of bread. Slowly I began to have a cold. I noticed that this was not as adventurous and great as I had imagined. The waiting time for the next customer was a test of patience and it was highly uncertain whether it would come to that with this unfriendly weather. The whores on the left and right were visited by a strange guy who asked how things stand. This one gave me a strange awkward look. I glimpsed briefly at my expensive wristwatch. It was already 19 o'clock 30 min. I wanted to wait maximally for one more hour. Thereafter, I would probably move into a hotel room and go to sleep. That would again make a hole into my monthly budget. My legs were slowly tired from standing. A passenger car stopped at the height of the dark woman to my left and after a short hectic conversation they agreed on a price, and she hastily got in. I thought only, on the one hand, bad news for me, on the other hand, it increased my chance to be considered with the next suitor.
After half an eternity, a beautiful car came down the road. I couldn't believe my eyes. I didn't know much about luxury cars. But this car was simply recognizable with the radiator figure "Emily". It was a Rolls-Royce! The tinted car window of the driver went down silently. The chauffeur asked me: "Are you still available? Can you possibly come with us?“ I nodded intimidated, and he came out briefly to open the backdoor like a gentleman. I got into the car and was surrounded by an atmosphere of well-being. In the back seat sat a man with silver hair and dark glasses. He had a beautiful male face and smiled mysteriously at me. I was insecure and it was only now that I realized that my security in this environment was at a low level. My heart pounded strongly. Surprisingly, I immediately felt comfortable with this man. Now he commanded to the driver: "Take us back to the hotel.” He nodded only briefly and started off smoothly. The mysterious passenger asked me: "Do you want something to drink?” I shook my head vigorously and waited for further explanations. But he remained silent during the whole car ride. A short time later we stopped in front of a noble hotel. We got out of the car and the chauffeur drove into the underground car park.
At the entrance of the hotel, there were two bellboys, who looked at me a little irritated. Obviously, I didn't fit into this environment. The sliding door of the entrance opened automatically and I followed the grey-haired man inside. The hotel was glamorous, the entrance hall was impressive with a huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling. At the reception he said determinedly: "Unexpectedly someone came to see me. Thank you for noting that!” We took the lift to the fifth floor and got out. The carpet was very thick and soft. He paused briefly in front of the elegant room door with the number 513. He said, "My name's Michael and yours?" And at the same time, without waiting for my answer, he pulled the room card through the magnetic reader and pushed it open. I was more than intimidated and shyly I replied: "I am Nicole, they also call me Nicki! He replied: “What a nice name!” The room was huge and feudal. It was a hotel suite and how I could judge from the first sight it was rather one of the bigger and more luxurious ones.
After we sat down, he asked if I was hungry. I nodded joyfully. Then he suggested the best dish from the menu card and asked if it was all right with me. After I had affirmed this, he ordered the meal with an expensive wine bottle and mineral water from the room service. I felt out of place and didn't know how the outcome would be. By the way in retrospect, it reminds me of the blockbuster film romance „Pretty Woman” presented to the cinemagoers just a few years later. But I don't remember what happened in the film.
In any case, he was sensitive and had to be rich. This was not difficult to guess with this great suite and the Rolls-Royce. Furthermore, he didn't seem to care much about money as he had not asked for my tariff. His appearance was Cosmopolitan, and he seemed to be used to such a wealthy environment. He told me that this year was full of strokes of fate. The only positive thing was his successful business with software products. His wife had died just six months ago in a car crash. After two demanding surgeries on both eyes, his vision was significantly worse and he had, in addition, rigid pupils. As he explained to me, the pupils no longer reacted to light stimuli and remained wide open. Therefore, he wore darkened glasses. By knocking on the door we were interrupted in conversation. The waiter from the room service entered, apologized and quickly set the table and prepared the food. He opened the wine bottle and served us both wine after we had nodded in agreement.
After this interruption, he continued to talk about his family and his last scuba diving holidays in Dubai. Then he finally got to the point. He wanted to have a nice evening with a young woman. If he liked her he wanted to have sex with her, without having further obligations. The atmosphere was very pleasant and almost romantic with the lighted candle. We continued to eat comfortably and laughed a lot. I drank probably too much from the red wine because I felt a bit drunk. It was unusual that I was there. I didn't know exactly why I was doing this, I was like driven by a bad ghost!
He started gently stroking my hand and gave me a shy kiss on the cheek. At some point, we both got up. Slowly we embraced each other and began to kiss wildly. In between, two kisses, he pulled off his tie and opened the first three buttons of his shirt. He twirled me around and I landed back on the bed where we cuddled on. As a lover, he was much more interesting than the two preceding men and I didn't have to force myself to kiss him. He unbuttoned my blouse and slowly took it off. He gently stroked my breasts through the brassiere and I felt a pleasant pull in my nipple tips. Soon he skilfully opened my bra, which he carefully folded and laid on the bed. He stroked me gently with his well-groomed hands over the nipples and bent over to the left one and began to suck it with pleasure. He closed both eyes and I had to do the same to enjoy it better. It was really pleasurable, and he did it so lovingly and with much decency. He opened the zip of my mini leather skirt and took it off together with my pink thong underneath. He then gently stroked my pubic hair. He moistened his index finger and massaged my clitoris. I had to moan with pleasure and I mumbled: "Yes, go on like this, you are wonderful." It was fantastic and it is almost impossible to describe it in words. Two fingers of his hand slid into my juicy pussy meanwhile his wet index finger of the other hand tickled further over my clitoris bead. The skillful stroking with slight pressure in between almost brought me around the mind. I can tell you, this feeling has addiction potential! Probably this is due to the happy hormones that are released. Now he slowly undressed and placed his clothes neatly on a chair.
Completely naked he came back on to the bed and kissed me passionately. He slipped three fingers into my wet pussy and made gentle circling movements. Instinctively, I tried to move my pelvis to have a firmer pressure movement. With my hands, I drove as well as I could over his smooth chest and excited penis. Pre-cum was clearly visible at the tip. With his hand, he grabbed a condom on the bedside table and put it rapidly on his stiff dick. I had the legs spread widely, and he penetrated carefully with his penis into my hairy pussy. First, he made small circling movements. He had only the glans tip in it. It was fabulous and with my hands, I reached for his pelvis and pulled him towards me. It was an extremely beautiful feeling. He started moving slowly up and down. With small pauses, he increased the tension. So it was really fun, and he mastered it to perfection. I wanted to kiss him. He understood this and bent down to me and gave me little short kisses. Meanwhile, he continued rhythmically with the in and out movements. In between, he paused briefly and then slowly started again. I thought I was in paradise. This went on for about ten minutes and in the end, I felt that my vagina was trembling and really throbbing. Michael noticed this, and he increased the speed and fucked me harder. We came in about together and then held each other tightly for a while. Tenderly he kissed my lips and we cuddled intensively.
Then he whispered: "Maybe this is the wrong time, but we still have to settle your payment. I thought you will stay overnight, so I'll pay you 1000 marks. Does that fit?" Surprised and joyful I just nodded, this was more than enough. Besides, it had been fun. We both refreshed ourselves with a quick shower. Thereafter, we went to sleep in a huge and comfortable bed. He gently caressed my arm, and we talked for a while about this and that until we finally fell asleep.
The next morning we ate breakfast early and then I said goodbye. He handed me out his business card and whispered: "I am looking forward to hearing from you soon.“ Finally, I got a gentle kiss on the lips. Then I left the hotel and realized, that I could not appear in the automotive workshop dressed like this. I called from a telephone booth and informed my boss that I was ill, which almost was the truth. I was tired and from the impressions of the last hours, I had a severe headache.
I drove home and there I lay down on the bed and first had to shed a few tears. They just rolled down my cheeks. Special was that I could not see the reason. Did I u*********sly fall in love with this man? In notepad, I began to register my lovers. I had made several columns provided with:
Date, where, who, how, worthy mentioning, scoring
and I entered the following information :
No. 1: Early June 1985. At his parent’s house. John a student from my class. Petting. Blow job nearly fisted my pussy. Intercourse in the classic position and doggy style. Medium, okay for the first time.
No. 2: End of June 1985. Car. About fifty years old. Blow job. Medium.
No. 3: End of June 1985. Luxury hotel. Michael, about fifty. Gentle stroking. Treatment of my pussy with the fingers. Classic sex position. I had a great routine and it was very enjoyable. Beautiful and sympathetic man, I have his visit card. Fantastic.
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