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The newspaper advertisement
(Part 3)


Foreword

Hello dear readers.

My story "Die Zeitungsannonce" now appears with its 3rd part.

Parts 1 and 2 previously appeared on xHamster.com in November and December 2018.

If you do not already know Nadine's story, you may want to read the first two parts first, because then you're probably in a better position to delve into the third part of the story.

I wish all others much fun and lust while reading.

The author.


Introduction

This story tells the dark, sexual experiences of the teen Nadine, which she experienced about 1 year ago.

Nadine lives with her parents in northern Germany and still attends school.

She has long, blond hair, blue eyes, a beautiful and slim, shaved body and likes to dress sexy, for example with high heels, very short skirts, crop tops and sometimes she finds it very exciting to wear no underwear.

Although Nadine is 18 years old, she looks younger because of her very slim and petite body.

For years Nadine has felt strong, sexual feelings that she neither understands properly nor can live satisfactorily.

So Nadine lives on the one hand, the home-style, orderly life of a student and daughter, on the other Nadine styled very deliberately very sexy and pays close attention to the reactions of boys, girls, men and women, when they see Nadine, because she feels it is important and being eagerly watched and watched by other people.

Nadine regularly visits the website "xhamster.com" and watches porn there. She admires the porn actresses and often secretly recreates her erotic posing in front of the mirror in her parents' bedroom.

Sometimes, when Nadine looks at herself naked and naked in the mirror, she overcomes the desire to take pictures with her smartphone and put the pictures online on "xhamster.com". So far she did not dare.

Nadine has not been aware that her sexual feelings have taken her to the border with another world ... but the previous night she slipped suddenly and unintentionally with one foot into this other world.

Back home, she asks herself now:

"It is over? ... it's hopefully over ... and it's not allowed anyone to hear about last night, right? "

... or is Nadine slipping ever deeper into this world?


Chapter 4 - A clip from xHamster.com

I woke up in the early afternoon after a very restless sleep, which made me feel tired and hungover.

For a long time I was only in "half asleep" and thought like in a waking dream without interruption of my experiences of the previous day.

It gave me the feeling of a deep, oppressive fear as I remembered being completely at the mercy of the security men in the back of the club.

They were so much taller and stronger than me ... they were with me all the time, whatever they wanted,
... but I am very petite and could not have done anything against her.

I could not just go when I wanted it.

I could not stop them from undressing me.

With their strong hands they touched my petite body, my soft skin, everywhere and as long and as intense as they wanted.

What she was thinking and what I wanted, she did not care.

2 tall men, hungry for me and my body, with a strong will, strong and much older than me, whom I had belonged to for a while ... as if I were her sex toy.

They photographed and filmed me, ... they know my name and address ... and:

Ironically, in this situation, they saw a long thread of vaginal juice leak out of me and now consider me a young, horny teen slut, they only spared from sexual intercourse, because she was apparently still too young.

That was the only thing that had protected me in this situation ... my girly look.

I stayed in bed ... long, ... very long.

I lay on my side and stared at the wall beside my bed. But I did not look at the wall, but looked through the wall, back to the past day and last night.

I got goose bumps and my stomach cramped as I remembered that my dad came very close to me in the mall, smelling relish and visibly enjoying my body scent.

I realized that he could smell my pheromone-containing vaginal juice, which at that time had drenched a piece of toilet paper in my thong.

When my father wished that I would like to smell more often, I glanced briefly at my mother, who smiled mischievously at me and apparently knew exactly what smell my father meant.

Suddenly, in this situation, a feeling of heat rose to my head and my whole face tingled. Presumably my face turned bright red in this situation and my mother knew exactly why.

When I thought about it, I was a little bit sick again ...

... but then I thought of the dance floor in the Dance-Palace.

There was this strange man whom I made everything in front of the public of the club visitors.

I just let him do it...

Or was it completely different? Did I allow it? Was I really in control?

No, because actually he rather determined the situation about me.

I did not pretend what was going to happen, I honestly thought to myself, but rather the stranger and the viewers determined the situation.

I just did not resist it, maybe because at first I was a little shocked that this strange man suddenly touched me everywhere with his strange hands, pushed up my top, massaged my vagina, put his fingers inside me.

His hands had a light play ..., I was sparse and did not wear any underwear. I probably acted like one of those gorgeous porn models on xHamster.com.

I stood wide spread on high-heels, with bared breasts and a strange hand in my skirt and strange fingers in my vagina in front of a crowd of people who cheered excited and applauded my orgasm.

And ... and ... and at some point I even wanted this orgasm, ... directly on the hand of this stranger, ... in front of all people, ... present to me, ... show them my orgasm ... and I wanted to hand my body, my feelings, my will, my vagina completely into the controlling hands of this stranger, ... deliver me to his will and that of the crowd.

Never before had I enjoyed the control of another person as much as on the dance floor in the stranger's hands.

And never before had the feeling of loss of control so excited me ... almost naked and groped everywhere before the eyes of the audience.

It was clear to me that these feelings are forbidden and everything that I let on this dance floor with me.

But my thoughts excited me, because my clitoris, my labia and my vagina entrance were warm. And then my whole body too.

Lost in thought, I stroked my fingers gently around my belly button and suddenly thought that I would now like to feel a navel piercing there, but unfortunately my mother had forbidden me to do so.

My hand slid down to my bent legs and then between my thighs as I mentally presented my body to the audience in the Dance-Palace ...

... legs apart on high heels, with the body extended backwards and protruding ribs, my arms crossed behind the stranger's head, so that my body is clearly visible to all and his hands can touch me anywhere unhindered.

My hand reached my vagina now and I pressed with my flat hand gently on my labia and my clit. This light pressure of my warm hand created a stimulus that flashed through my whole body, which briefly tense all the muscles in me and I felt like I got goose bumps.

My vagina felt hot after a few seconds. When my fingers touched my clit and stroked it gently and circularly, from there a muscle flutter spread in my stomach and my vagina entrance contracted.

There it was again ... that feeling ... my vaginal entrance began to itch and tingle.

Once again, I felt the need for something to penetrate me there. I really wanted to feel something in me and hold it in me. An intense desire in me, which caused contractions of my vaginal muscles, as if actually something had penetrated into me and would now be held in me, or be sucked deeper into me.

My fingers now slid deeper between my labia and met there on warm vaginal juice, which, whenever I am very excited, is pretty fluid. Only when I am less energized, it feels rather slimy.

I turned on my back and opened a little my thighs. Immediately I could feel that a drop of vaginal juice from my vaginal entrance ran down to my butt on my sphincter.

... and then another drop.

I rubbed my vaginal juice on my labia until they were wet and slippery. As a result, I also felt the burning of the three scratches that had left the stranger's fingernails on my tender, depilated labia.

However, those painful memories of his touch on my vagina excited me.

A few hours ago ... ... in my most intimate part of my body, I had touched the hands of several men whose names I do not even know ...

... and I know that was forbidden ... and it's certainly dangerous too.

Nobody ever gets to know about it.

At this thought, I got goose bumps again and I was hot and I felt more drops that ran from my vaginal entrance down to my sphincter and then on to my bed.

Then I thought about my friend Sascha. I needed him now. His closeness, his strength, his warm, tanned and shaved body.

I wished that he would hug me tightly and thought of him so intensely that at that moment I thought I could even feel his body heat on my skin and smell his body scent. ... I needed physical closeness, warmth and tenderness now.

I dreamed of lying naked in bed with Sascha. To be hugged tightly by him. Only we two under our blanket. The world around us just could not care.

These thoughts made me feel protected. Protected by Sasha. I needed Sasha now.

I got up from my bed and immediately ran down a drop of my vaginal juice on my right inner thigh, which I immediately blurred with my hand there.

On the table in my room was still my top smeared with vaginal juice and my mini skirt, on the addition of some patches of my vomit stuck.

I took my smartphone and noticed that my favorite porn site xHamster.com was still open in the browser. I had last seen gangbang clips, each showing petite, young models who were fucked by a group of strong, colored men.

The still open clip showed a beautiful, petite, young, blond teen model with velvety white skin, which was lying on the back of four trained, colored men held on the arms and legs and spread, so that more men one after another and unhindered, with their unusually large genitalia, could penetrate into it.

I love the sight of strong, colorful men and their beautiful, deep brown skin color,
... especially when they are sweaty while having sex.

And white teen models do not look any better than spread and presented in a group of colored men who penetrate one after another.

Each of the men fucked the teen model very long, strong and deep. Their fucks usually took them to the "stop", so that the body of the teen model, her small breasts and her blond hair trembled with every impact.

I find that a delicate female body, shaken by fuck-ups, looks incredibly aesthetic and erotic.

The loins of the men repeatedly thrust powerfully against the abdomen of the teen model and produced a wet clapping sound, underlain by a throaty, moaning exhalation of the teen model, presumably because they filled with each thrust to the stop and the inner walls of her vagina and her abdomen were touched and stimulated everywhere by the great intruder.

Because the teen model was flawless white-skinned, you could see extremely well in the close-ups when the men with their beautiful, large, dark-colored penises pressed apart the tender white labia of the teens and spread wide for their size.

Due to the spread of her labia her clitoris came out of the protection of his skin fold far out and was always touched directly by the penetrating penises and rubbed. She felt with her clit and her vaginal entrance probably every vein and skin fold of the large, dark invaders.

At the beginning, everyone first penetrated slowly and inch by inch ever deeper into the teen, trying to imagine what she was feeling at that moment.

How it might be, if such a big penis penetrated into me ...?

... if my divine entrance completely enveloped the intruder and I could feel his slow but powerful and unstoppable insinuation exactly ...?

... if I could feel every vein on the penis and any bumpiness in the penile skin ...?

... if I could sense the slide of the intruder along the inner walls of my vagina, yes, in my entire abdomen to the entrance of my uterus ...?

... while my clit and my labia would slide along the shaft of the penis, down to the loins of the man and until our bodies finally touched directly and I could feel his testicles on my perineum and maybe also on my asshole ...?

... and if, at that moment, I realized that the intruder was now completely and deeply inside me in its full size, as previously shown ...?

... so the body part of another person is deep in my body ...?

... and then this part of my body would stimulate and heal me through fast, powerful exiting and sliding in ...?

... and I would realize that the intruder would inevitably at the end of his sperm would inject deep into me ...?

How would the cumshot feel in me ...?

Whether semen feels hot, when a man explodes in me and injected into me ...? ... or is it just pleasantly lukewarm ...?

Does it then feel wet and slippery in me ...? ... or does my abdomen just absorb the semen ...?

Would I even be able to perceive the amount of foreign body fluid he injects into me ...?

And would I actually feel the pressure with which the intruder cums in me ...?

The mere thought that a man, another human being, penetrates his penis deep inside me, satisfies me in my body and at the end injects his humors into me, excites me so much that I held my smartphone with trembling hands, while I continued to watch the clip in which the teen model was penetrated nonstop by these beautiful, strong, colored men.

She looked so immaculate because she was held by four men, spread wide and presented to all other men perfectly.

I thought she was beautiful, and she even had a touch of grace when she was fucked by those powerful, colored men and her big dark penises slid deep into her velvety, delicate, white sheath.

In such clips white models look the most beautiful and often I want to replace these models.

The other men in the clip, one after the other, approached the teen-model fixed on their backs, invading them one after another, seamlessly and powerfully.

No break. No stroking. No kiss. Not a word. No tenderness.

She could not prevent anything. She could not leave. She was arrested. She had to let everyone penetrate her.

It was inevitable for her. She just had to let it happen and could only moan her orgasms one after the other.

I thought she would probably take in the intruders by briefly relaxing her vaginal muscles as they penetrate, letting them easily slide into them. Only then could she tightly enclose the intruder as he begins to perform his fuck-ups in her.

The gangbang would take so long for the model, until all the men in her have satisfied and injected into her.

In between, she could no longer close her vagina when a man withdrew from her. And because her vagina was therefore temporarily open until the next penis penetrated, a small amount of cum always ran out of her and flowed over her buttock.

Then the next big penis penetrated her, where each time a little sperm was forced out of her tender labia and the penis shaft. Immediately after penetration, the men began with their hard fucks.

As she slid out, her dark penises shone beautifully in the camera's light with the mixture of sperm from several men and the juices of the teen model.

From time to time, sperm threads arose between the buttocks of the teen model and the dark scrotum of the men, which were sometimes visible for several Fuck shocks long, then settle again as a shiny moisture on the vagina and the butt of the teens and the scrotum of the men.

The clip was easily recognizable when the men got their orgasm in them.

Almost all the men at the moment of her orgasmic encounter one last time violently against her abdomen of the Teens and remained deep inside her, while they pulled the teen on her hair or shoulders at the same time to fix her depth of penetration in her.

At the same time, the neck and back muscles of the men tensed visibly and then finally the men groaned their lust.

There he was ... the male orgasm.

Through this last hard fucking shock, the visibly tense muscles on the back, neck, legs, upper arms and buttocks of the men, her rough grip on the neck, the shoulders or in the hair of the teens, her deep, loud groaning and sometimes a jerky throwing back of her Head with a simultaneous powerful, single, last fuck, as if they could penetrate even deeper into the teen, made the male orgasm seem so much more powerful and violent than the feminine orgasm of petite teens.

In these moments, the cameraman filmed the united genitals sometimes close up.

The big penises of the men were all the way into the vagina of the Teens and their shiny labia were spread wide.

The big dark scrotum of the men hung directly in front of the buttocks of the teens and I recognized how the testicles in it lifted like a pump and then lowered again to lift itself up again immediately afterwards, while the scrotal skin contracted and relaxed in the same rhythm, presumably to aid in pumping out the seminal fluid.

That was him ... the moment in which the man squirted his semen deep into the teen.

Every time I saw the testicular lifting in the clip, she would feel an injection. And depending on how often the testicles lifted, just as many splashes received the teen in her body.

In some men, the testicles raised 6 to 7 times ... I counted energetically.

The teen acknowledged each splash with a soft moan and moved her pelvis as if to encourage the man to inject everything into her.

How might that feel for a woman, I thought?

I had often thought about it. I had watched this gangbang clip on xHamster.com countless times already. I got incredibly hot every time I dreamed myself of this teen model. Sometimes this model envied. Sometimes admired her great sex performance.

... but I was also as often as I looked at this clip was completely clear that no one would understand my thoughts about it. Not even my friend Sascha. After all, I also thought that this teen model was a bitch ... but I admired and envied her ... no, ... I wish I was her!

But that will never happen ... no, that must never happen to me!

Always right after pumping, the men suddenly pulled their penis from the vagina of the teens. Her reddened, labia minora did not close anymore, but allowed the camera to look into her abdomen, from which immediately ran sperm fluid.

Her velvety, shaved vagina, her asshole, and her abdomen all the way up to her belly button gleamed with her vaginal juice and cum.

Her thighs were wet with sweat. This showed me that this gangbang was also a physical peak performance for the model, because her pelvic and vaginal muscles were continuously stressed and she got one orgasm after another. She was completely out of breath.

The cameraman remained for the close-ups of her vagina only a few seconds, because then penetrated already the next man deep into the teen model and everything started again.


Chapter 5 - Finally an orgasm

I interrupted the gangbang clip at this point, because I knew that more men would follow and fuck the teen model also hard.

I left the website of xHamster.com, looked out of the window, lost in thought, and tried to imagine the situation if more of the club's security personnel had gotten into the back room ... if they had touched me unrestrained and everywhere ... if they all had their fingers, without asking me, penetrated into my mouth and into my vagina ...

This thought scared me, because what happened last night was NOT a clip! It was all reality!

I did not sit on a smartphone screen as a spectator ... it was all real! There was no screenplay, no one called "film stop", no one to watch over me.

Even so, that thought intrigued me somehow, which is why I did not just disgust it.

I was still sitting naked in the chair at the table in my room. My vaginal fluid was dropped on the seat below me during the gangbang clip.

I leaned back, slightly opening my thighs and wiping my scabbard and the seat beneath me with a handkerchief.

In my room it probably smelled of spent breath and my vaginal juice, which is why I stepped naked to the window and opened it a little. On the sidewalk in front of our house, I saw a small spot, exactly at the point where I had sat last night, cried and vomited gastric juice.

Now, feelings of fear attacked me again.

Not a few had seen yesterday what I did and also what they did to me. There are even photos and films of mine now. I was naked, excited and in clear positions.

Nobody would understand me, if that was known, everyone would call me a hooker and bitch, everyone would talk bad about me behind my back.

If these films and pictures of me somehow become public, they would certainly soon download everyone on his smartphone, because it would be a sensation for all who know me.

They would all look at me shaking their heads and share the pictures of me with other friends and acquaintances. It would be unstoppable.

My life would then change completely and probably it would be easier for me to study or work in the anonymity of another city after school. Maybe in Hamburg, which would not be too far away from here.

But until then, friends, acquaintances, relatives, teachers, and everyone else would look at me with different eyes, and probably change their behavior towards me.

As I thought about my problems, a man walked down the sidewalk into my field of vision.

He did not belong to our neighborhood and took a really nice and well-groomed, very big Rottweiler for a walk. From the way the dog peed I could tell it was a male.

The man was dressed in a skin-tight, yellow T-shirt and a black army trousers, as well as with black sneakers. Under his tight T-shirt was a muscular, trained upper body.

He had a blond stubble haircut and wore a pair of slender black sunglasses that made his expression evil.

Both stopped in front of the small spot I had left on the sidewalk the night before and the dog sniffed it hard.

Suddenly, the dog looked up at me and barked twice in a deep voice, whereupon his master looked in my direction.

I was hit by the blow and my heartbeat throbbed into my throat. I stood stiffly by the window like a Greek statue.

Lost in my thoughts I had completely forgotten that I was still completely naked at the albopened window.

The man grinned directly at me while his dog was barking and wanted to run towards our doorway, but his master held him back and loudly ordered "OFF (!)". The dog obeyed him immediately.

Then the man looked up at me again, raised a hand and I could hear clearly through my open window the words "You look sharp, little one!" And "very hot!".

His voice hit me like lightning ... because I knew that voice ... I had heard that voice somewhere recently ...

Stiff as a puppet, I also raised a hand and wanted to smile back, but I did not succeed.

With petrified mine, I just nodded back.

Then we three stood facing each other for a few seconds and looked at each other before I stepped back from the window and parted our eyes.

I waited a few seconds and looked again, but this time crouched out of the window.

Both of them, the man and his Rottweiler, were still standing there, looking up at me. Finally, the man nodded slowly, thoughtfully, turning his gaze back to my stain on the sidewalk and taking off his sunglasses.

After that, he looked up at my window one last time and finally continued on his way slowly.

I watched him until he finally disappeared from my view. Then I sank to the floor outside my window.

I felt I could not breathe and my head felt numb.

Shocked and naked, I sat on the floor under my window and stared straight ahead.

I was absolutely sure:

The man down there on the sidewalk in front of our house was the chief of the Scurity men from the
Dance-Palace.

I was paralyzed with fear ... he was very close to our house ... so it was not over ... I'm not left alone ...

But why?

Did he want to check if I really live here? Did he want to know if I am okay? Did he want to apologize for the behavior of his men with me?

Or ... did he want to talk to my parents? Oh God, I hope he does not do that! I hope he does not want to talk to my parents, I thought.

On the other hand ... he would have just had the opportunity and all the time in the world ... but he did not, he instead looked at my naked body with interest ...

This happened to me now for the second time ...

That was unintentional, unplanned and it just happened. And when he looked at me, I could not immediately remove my naked body from his eyes, but let me look at him and his dog, because I was frozen when I recognized him ...

And something else scared me ...

... because his dog first sniffed out my female odorants in my stain on the sidewalk and then looked purposefully at my half-open window and barked. He thereby indicated to his master where he had to look. I thought that was scary.

What did this man think now? What did his nod mean? Will he come back? Does he want to contact me again?

The thoughts in my head came down and the previous day's abdominal pains gradually returned and I felt itching again in my vaginal entrance.

I sat back at the table in my room and thought of Sasha. I needed him now, his strong arms, his smell, his warm skin.

On the smartphone I opened What's App and wrote to Sascha: "Are you there?"

Surprisingly promptly came the answer: "Yes, what are you doing?"

I answered him, "Think of you. Need you."

He wrote back, "Customize yourself too. Are you okay? What you had done yesterday? I was traveling by machine. I'm sorry I did not contact you. "

He sent me a selfie on his motorcycle and a beach section on the North Sea in the background, to which we often drive with friends.

I say: "Yes, all right. Was dancing yesterday. Was great. The picture is great, would like to have been with you. Would like to cuddle with you now. Will you come over later? Big kiss."

Finally he answered: "Yes. I am glad. Kiss."

Now I had palpitations for joy. I could have dropped Sascha's neck and wanted to kiss, caress and feel him everywhere. I looked at his selfie again and kissed it, then I put my smartphone back on the table.

At that moment, I spotted the taxi driver's business card lying half hidden on the table of my miniskirt.

The card was noble, but it was immediately apparent that it contained information about the sexual nightlife of our city.

It was glossy laminated and in a completely black base color. The writing was printed in glossy white and framed by red pictograms like hearts, kiss lips, roses, masks and handcuffs.

Her text was:
Your erotic 24h escort service without taboos.
Our models are your evening care,
or the highlight of her gentleman's evening,
or your visit to the hotel and at home.
Let her most secret fantasies come true.
Special requests + fetishes of every kind gg extra charge.
Our models NEVER say no.
Hours, days, weekends + taxi service.
Visit our website "escort-teens24.com"
or call us: 0800/66 63 xx xx

On the back was a photo of a beautiful, slim teen model. She was completely naked except for black high heels and her face was unrecognizable pixelated. She had long, blond hair and her vagina was shaved and well visible because she stood a little spread on her high heels.

But the special thing about her was ... she was handcuffed ...!

I looked at this bound girl for a few minutes and thought about how she got there. What had happened to her, that her photo, on which she was naked and handcuffed to see, is printed on the back of the business card of an escort service.

Was that in her sense? Does she do that voluntarily? Is that fun? Or did it just happen to her and she had no choice?

I myself had experienced the situation that I could not control and control the previous night.

What did she feel other people were deciding when, with whom and how often she had sex? And what if a customer made special sexual requests, would she NEVER say NO?

It was hard for me to think of such a world. Apparently this girl was barely older than me and was already working for an escort service while I was even a virgin.

I put the card in my nightstand, put on my short white kimono, and went down to the kitchen. There was a little note my mother had left for me.

Her message was:
"Have driven out to the beach - walk.
Want to eat fine afterwards.
Be late - do not wait. "

This message was very helpful. So I would later be completely undisturbed with Sascha.

I got a watering can out of the basement, filled it with water, and went outside to the sidewalk in front of our house. I looked before left and right, if someone is approaching, because my kimono is slightly transparent and I was naked underneath.

When no one came, I flushed my already dried-up stain with water at least one way away.

The stain was still visible after that, but not so obvious anymore. The rest would already wash away the next rain, which we have here at the Sea very often.

Now I noticed that passing cars slowed down at our house. The inmates, no matter what gender, stared at me. I immediately realized that I looked very sexy in my kimono, especially as the silouette of my body should shimmer through.

Actually, I always found that other people's attention exciting. I usually liked to be watched, but after the last night, I felt uncomfortable and bared now, so I quickly returned to the house.

I was still not hungry and immediately went to the bathroom to prepare for Sasha. I wanted to please him and he should not be able to resist me. I wish he would embrace me immediately. I wanted to feel his closeness and feel his body.

I took a long shower and washed my butt hole and scabbard. The scratches on my labia did not burn anymore. Together with a little lather I penetrated my fingers repeatedly in my butt hole and in my vaginal entrance. Although I was excited, but still begrudge me no finger massage my vagina, because I wanted to lose no time.

Everything about me should be clean and I wanted to be beautiful in my body openings.

I shaved my armpits slowly from the neck of my tender triceps, over my armpit down to the base of my breasts. No hair, no stubble should bother. I wanted a velvety skin.

Then I shaved my legs from the back of my foot to the ankle, then up to the knee and then over my thighs to the loin and buttocks. I did not need to shave my vagina. She was always absolutely hairless and velvety after laser hair removal.

I filed my fingernails and toenails, plucked my eyebrows and had a mouthwash in my mouth all the time.

Then, while blow-drying, I brushed my long hair, which felt so soft through the flush in front of it.

Finally, I wore a Bodylotion from Playboy, which made my skin soft and fragrant and put on my pink lip gloss and eyeliner.

I put on my belly chain, as well as my necklace with Playboy pendant and matching my gold earrings in the form of small chains.

For my clothes I chose my black miniskirt, a skintight, black, sleeveless top that ended just below my breasts and my black high heels. I renounced underwear.

When I looked at myself in the mirror in my parents' bedroom, one thing was immediately clear to me, namely that Sasha and I would have sex very quickly. No boy, no man can resist this sight for a long time, I thought.

And then it was back. My divorce entrance tingled and itched. Again this feeling that something should touch me there and penetrate me. This feeling spread back to my abdomen.

In addition, I felt a fluttering and trembling in the epigastrium, which spread from there in my body so far that I got goose bumps and started to shake. But when I raised my arms and stretched out in front of the mirror, the fluttering and trembling in me cleared away.

But by stretching, I could watch in the mirror, as my mini skirt and my top were up. I found this sight so erotic myself that I could feel drops forming again at my entrance to the vagina.

I quickly went to the bathroom and wiped my vagina dry with toilet paper. Again I could smell it ... my scabbin exhaled again her smell, which my father finds so beguiling to me ...

Then I finally heard Sasha's motorcycle in front of the house. It was the typical high-frequency noise of his road machine from a Japanese manufacturer.

I adjusted my mini-skirt again and went quickly to the ground floor and when I was still on the stairs with my high-heels, it rang already.

And finally, after opening the front door, Sascha stood taller than me in front of me, stronger than me, and he wore his black and white motorbike combination, which made him even more impulsive with the protectors.

He looked at me with raised eyebrows and wide-open eyes from top to bottom and said: "Wow, you look really cool and ...".

I did not let him finish his sentence, but immediately clasped his neck with both arms and kissed him on the mouth.

With his helmet in one hand, he could only hold me with one arm. Still, he lifted me seemingly effortlessly and carried me in through the doorway, while we kissed on.

With his foot he pushed the front door behind him. I could feel that my top had slid up and my tender skin was now directly touching the rough fabric of his motorbike combination.

Then Sascha broke away from my mouth and looked me with delighted expression deep and silent in the eyes, whereupon I whispered: "My parents are not here today."

After that, he looked me in the eyes with serious mine for a few seconds, then slowly let his gaze wander down to me.

First, his eyes lingered on my lasciviously opened mouth, then on my neck and then, as he slowly dropped to his knees in front of me and his free hand gently slid down my back, on my upturned top, my breasts, my stomach, until finally his eyes on my mini skirt stopped right at the level of my vagina, while his hand stopped on my butt at the same time.

He put down his helmet on the floor next to me and squeezed the inside of my left thigh with his now-released, second hand. I understood immediately and put my legs slightly apart.

I looked down at myself and felt my own look incredibly erotic.

Through my high-heels I stood on tiptoe in front of Sascha and that also with slightly spread legs. My mini skirt had slid a little up and the upper hem had got a finger wide distance to my stomach, which made me even slimmer.

Above that, my belly chain loosely rested on my pelvic bone. My ribs pushed through my velvety skin and were clearly visible and the lower hem of my high-top was just below my nipples.

My long, blond hair was hanging over my shoulders, left and right.

The whole sight of my body, so standing with legs spread out on high heels and my high-heeled top and my mini miniature, which was long recognizable that I was wearing no underwear, made me sure in the eyes of every man absolutely unprotected and easy to overpower ,

No man could resist such a sight ... no man and maybe no woman, I thought.

I felt like I was standing completely naked in front of Sascha, while he sat in front of me in his motorcycle combination. This circumstance also aroused me so much that my divorce entrance began to burn. My labia felt tingling tickling, so I felt the desire that Sascha touched me there.

Sasha approached my vagina with his face and took a deep breath. Between his face and my vagina was just the bottom of my high-heeled mini-skirt.

I crossed my arms behind my head and took a deep and slightly shivering breath, causing my top to slide up completely, exposing my breasts.

With that I signaled to Sasha that I gave him my vagina, my breasts and my whole body at his free disposal. His hands should be allowed to do whatever he wants with me.

At that moment I felt subordinated to his will and the anticipation of what he would do to me now increased the tingling and itching in my divorce entrance.

Then he pulled my abdomen closer to him by gently and firmly pressed against my butt with one hand, which I stretched my vagina towards his face almost stretched.

Sascha breathed in the scent of my vagina again, while his other hand slid up my left thigh and pushed up my mini skirt completely. Spread my naked vagina was now directly in front of his face. I felt at his mercy and trembling with excitement.

"Nadine, you smell wonderful ..." I heard him whisper and then he gave me a heartfelt kiss on my flat stomach just above my vagina.

At that moment, I felt a drop of my vaginal fluid release from me and probably dripped on Sascha's motorcycle combination, because he had pulled me to so far that I stood spread over his knees.

Then he grabbed the underside of my left thigh with my right hand and directed my left leg over his right shoulder, while his other hand pulled my abdomen even further toward him.

Now my vagina was right in front of Sasha's mouth and I felt his warm breath on my abdomen and on my labia. I got goose bumps, took a deep breath, so that my ribs came out, holding my breath with excitement.

I crossed my arms behind my head and looked up at the ceiling. Then I closed my eyes and begged the sky formally that Sascha now touches my labia and my clit.

He inhaled my divine scent again and then I felt a kiss on the inside of my left thigh, right next to my vagina. This was followed by a kiss on my mound.

A feeling of pressure and tingling radiated from my clit and my vaginal entrance into my entire abdomen. My stomach began to flutter and shake and I let out a moan.

After that I stayed short of breath. My goose bumps felt burning hot all over my body and I thought I could feel the positioning of my body hair everywhere. Then I could feel more drops coming off my vaginal entrance and dripping down.

I stretched out my vagina towards Sascha's mouth, whereupon Sascha sucked the skin over my clit several times vigorously and then released it with a patter sound from his mouth again.

Then he looked up at me, grinning, "Down there you have a hickey now".

Then he put my left leg back on the ground and pulled my mini skirt down to my high heels. I leaned on Sasha's shoulder and got out of my skirt.

I could see that I had dripped wet the left leg of his motorcycle combination, which shone now at this point.

As I stood up, Sasha's hands slid up both sides of my body, pushing the fabric of my top up and over my head.

My long hair caught a little bit in this delicate garment, which is why I tried with both arms above my head my hair from the fabric to solve, while Sasha's hands while both sides of my body slid down and firmly grabbed my buttocks.

Even while I was dealing with the disentanglement of my hair, Sascha pulled me to himself and lifted me easily up my buttocks, while at the same time clutching his body with my legs.

When I released my hair, I dropped my top and clutched Sasha's neck.

We kissed each other long enough and so violently that not only our tongues but also our teeth touched and a few drops of our mixed saliva ran down my chin and neck, down to my breasts.

Then he dropped me off again.

From my vaginal juice his motorcycle combination shone now in the area of his stomach. Sascha noticed my vaginal juice on his stomach and wiped his index and middle finger through the stain left by my vagina.

Then he brought his fingers under my nose with my vagina juice, closed my eyes and breathed in deeply and with relish my fragrance.

Then he opened his eyes, made eye contact with me, then slowly and enjoyably sucking his fingers clean ... and that while he looked deep into my eyes.

This sight made my abdomen flutter again and my vaginal entrance tingled incessantly. I also felt again vaginal fluid that ran out of my vagina and because I was no longer spread, ran me a portion of my juice along my inner thighs along.

Sascha turned jerkily over my shoulders and slapped the flat of my hand on my butt, saying loudly and in the command tone:

"Right to her room, Miss Nadine!"

"Your current clothing, so high-heels, ear, neck and belly, you may, of course, keep on, as befits a proper girl, understand?"

I leaned a little forward and stretched Sascha cheeky my buttocks and answered smiling:

"Yes, sir!" And promptly I got a second, gentle blow from Sascha on my butt and then a third, very firm blow.

The three beats I felt my heart beat faster and although I tried outwardly cheeky and cheerful, I was inwardly a little scared, because I could not remember when I was ever hit by someone.

Then I went on my high heels and otherwise stark naked in front of Sasha and up the stairs.

It felt dirty and demeaning, so naked and wearing only high-heels to follow the orders of Sascha, who in turn still wore his heavy motorcycle combination and gave me some, light blows with his hand on my butt.

After each of his strokes, I took a short but quicker step, also because I was a little startled with each stroke.

But this situation also aroused me, this sense of inferiority and extradition.

He, who had an unobstructed view of even my most intimate parts of my body and was allowed to touch me everywhere without regard or shame, as I faced a superior, fully clothed man, dainty and naked.

As I climbed stairs, my vaginal juice spread a little on the insides of my legs, but I could not cover the juice with my hands because I had to hold onto the railing because of my high-heels while Sascha was close behind me in his motorcycle boots, unlike me , made firm and safe steps on the stairs.

Sascha grabbed me on the stairs repeatedly from behind between my legs, my thighs and my butt.

He said cheekily and continued in a loud command tone:

"You look damned hot from behind, Miss Nadine!"

"Thank you very much, sir," I replied as Sasha's hand slid up the inside of my thighs again, towards my sheath.

And then he said to me in a serious tone:

"Nadine, how you smell ... well, I mean ... you're so horny and then this delirious smell ... I could fuck you right now and here on the stairs."

I kept my role and answered coolly:

"Yes, my lord, I am always at your disposal!"

Arrived in my room Sascha pushed me directly on my bed.

I immediately turned around and sat facing him, legs apart, on the edge of my bed.

This sitting position felt arousing and demeaning for me, because I presented myself again completely naked, spread wide and through my high-heels almost on tiptoe, while he watched me from the top down with relish.

I heard myself humbly saying, "I am at your disposal now, sir!" Whereupon Sasha knelt down before me, grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me towards him.

As we kissed each other deeply again, Sasha's hands softly stroked my upper arms and shoulders.

As Sascha touched and stroked my bare breasts, I exploded inwardly with excitement.

My breasts made for a very short moment a feeling like I was tickled and instantly stretched my breasts and my nipples were hard and plump.

I flinched in my breasts because of this beautiful feeling and let out a slight moan, whereupon Sasha paused for a moment and smiled at me.

Then his hands slid on my back and further down to my butt. With a firm grip Sascha pulled my body jerky and powerful to himself, directly to his motorcycle suit, so that I sat now even more wide-legged in front of him and Sascha was now between my splayed legs.

My naked body, my breasts, my vagina and my thighs touched directly his motorcycle suit.

Due to the wide spread of my legs in this sitting position, combined with the high angle of my feet, of course caused by my high heels, I now felt not only presented and submissive, but also delivered and related to the physical strength of Sascha, as his petite sex toys.

This feeling somehow resembled my feelings in the Dance-Palace, when I was fixed by the two men of the Securitiy legs apart on the wall and then exposed, groped and photographed.

But now here on my bed it was different ..., I wanted everything that happened here and I liked that feeling of delivery.

But I wanted more ..., I almost wanted my body to be at Sascha's disposal and I think he could really do anything with me whatever he wanted at that moment.

Actually, I was somehow at the mercy of him, but I did not dare signify it even more clearly.

Firmly pressed against him, we kissed ever wilder. Our tongues played around each other, trying to entwine, hook and hold each other's tongue.

The soft skin of my thighs, my breasts, my arms, yes, almost my whole body, felt in each of our movements, the rough, strong fabric of the motorcycle combination. This too excited me because I felt naked and defenseless, while Sasha wore a padded protective suit.

Slowly I pulled down the zipper of his wagon from above, which he visibly enjoyed, leans back a little and watched my hands until they reached the zipper at the level of his loins.

From there I penetrated both hands deep into his station wagon and immediately felt his enormous body heat. He was not wearing a t-shirt underneath. His soft, shaved skin felt so wonderful.

My hands were shaking with excitement.

He was sweating ... no wonder, because it was a warm summer day.

As Sasha smelt freshly showered, I felt his smell of sweat as very pleasant. Whenever I smell Sascha's fresh sweat, I first get a tingling sensation in the nose, then this tingling usually spreads over my whole back, I get goose bumps, even sometimes freeze and my vaginal entrance pulls together noticeably.

I pulled my hands out of his station wagon and brought them to my face to breathe in his scent ... and yes, there it was right away ... just that feeling ... my back tingled and my vagina tightened.

As I looked deeply into Sascha's eyes, I licked his sweat from my right palm, while using my left hand to rub my vagina juice on my labia and that further enhanced my arousal. Sascha tastes so cool ... I thought.

My hands continued down his body, opening the zipper of his station wagon.

More and more of his wonderful shaved, tanned, tight body became visible to me and I felt more and more the pressure and tingling on my clitoris, my vaginal entrance and inside my abdomen.

I stroked his upper body and felt his muscles and tension, and I noticed that he, too, trembled a little with excitement.

In return, his hands on both sides and starting from my knees, my splayed thighs up and finally sliding caressing on the inside.

This touch of my inner thighs made a strong attraction in me, as if I were getting an electric shock. The feeling was so intense that I reflexively tried to close my legs and squeezed Sasha's body and his hands between my thighs and held on tight.

As if he would ask me for admission, he immediately kissed my mouth again and when our tongues touched again, I opened my thighs again for him and gave him access to my vagina.

His fingers slid on both sides, each on the insides of my thighs, slowly and tenderly up towards my labia, while I dropped back onto the bed and put my arms over my head to enjoy what followed.

Sascha put his warm hand on my labia and gently began to stroke my vagina. I felt the urge to give myself to him completely, to deliver myself to him and spread my legs as far as I could.

Then one of his fingers slipped between my inner labia and stroked back and forth.

At that moment, I could only moan once more, bit my lip, inhaled deeply through my nose, and finally caught my breath.

Very briefly, a finger penetrated into me and immediately slipped out of me again. The intruder came and went so quickly and surprisingly that I moaned once and my vaginal entrance contracted and throbbed, before I took a deep breath and held my breath again.

Then Sasha bent directly over my vagina and began to pamper me there with both hands.

I felt that he again penetrated with one finger into me and at the same time irritated my clitoris by gently stroking over him with the fingers of the other hand.

The touches on my clit were initially very slow and tender, then a little faster and then with more pressure.

I felt this pressure in my whole abdomen and as the finger in me in the measure deep penetrated into me and out again slipped out of me, I moved my pelvis in the same measure and breathed moaning.

It felt relieving and somehow liberating that finally something had entered me.

While one finger stroked my clit, circled and now and then squeezed lightly, the finger of the other hand suddenly rested completely still in my vaginal entrance.

I tensed my vaginal entrance and the muscles of my entire abdomen to firmly enclose that finger, to hold on to it and to arouse movements in me. I longed for that finger to start moving deep inside me.

Finally, "understood the finger" the signals of my vagina and finally answered again with movements.

First, the finger curled down and touched my lower vaginal wall, at the level of my dam. Curved, the finger turned upwards and rubbed my upper vaginal wall, just behind my clit.

From there, a heat wave spread in my whole body in a flash, while simultaneously tightening my vaginal, pelvic and abdominal muscles convulsively. I could not open my eyes anymore and my whole torso raised itself.

Groaning, I exhaled deeply and slowly until my lungs were completely empty and I could not breathe again.

Sasha's finger movements on my clit and in my vagina became faster and I felt the burning tingling transform into beautiful, muscular pressure in my vagina and in my abdomen.

I still had not injected and finally had to straighten up completely. Only then could I take a deep breath to exhale with a loud groan.

Now I was ready ... my whole body shook ... I got a beautiful orgasm.

In another, deep and long breath, I took another breath to hold my breath again and with a full chest while my upper body fell back onto the bed.

My leg muscles hardened, causing my legs to lift themselves out of the ground and into the air. At the same time my feet stretched in a equinus position.

My arms, which I had previously lasciviously deposited over my head on the bed to signal Sascha that my body is freely available to him, now also tensed and clenched with fists clenched in front of my breasts.

My muscles in the abdomen and lower abdomen contracted violently and exactly in the rhythm of these contractions my head also rose, whereby I thrust my chin rhythmically against my chest.

Probably, at that moment, I looked like I was going to cramp up completely.

In fact, an indescribable sense of wellbeing spread in me, so that I did not notice the tension of my muscles at all, but felt only a lightness and felt happy.

Sascha had of course noticed my orgasm and rubbed it motivated my clitoris firmer and faster while he massaged with two fingers of his other hand deep inside of my upper vaginal wall. This did not stop my orgasm for many seconds, but remained at a high level.

I kept my eyes closed. On the black background of my eyelids, I saw red, purple, and yellow dots and surfaces flowing smoothly into each other.

In addition, I felt the musculature of my vaginal entrance, as Sascha's fingers firmly enclosed in me, so I could feel his fingernails, skin wrinkles and finger joints quite clearly in me.

When my orgasm subsided, my muscles relaxed pretty quickly.

At the same time, Sasha's touch became slower and more tender again.

Only now, many seconds later, my breathing began to deep and powerful again, my head sank back onto the bed, I put my arms over my head again, put my legs back on the ground, but remained wide spread and with closed eyes in front of Sasha lie.

Sascha stroked my vagina now very gently and kissed and tenderly licked my labia while I recovered and slowly came to breath.

I felt a deep contentment and felt incredibly comfortable and safe in the hands of Sascha. The intrusive tingling and itching in my vaginal entrance had suddenly disappeared.

Thoughtfully and with my eyes closed, I now followed the tender touch of Sascha's tongue, which suddenly touched my vagina and felt warm and moist there and almost performed the work of a gentle relaxation massage.

He licked my tongue with the tip of my tongue and then with the entire surface of his tongue top along my left labia along to my clit.

Then his mouth reached the transition between my left labia and my left inner thigh and sucked there, then letting go again with a smack. Then he sucked my left labia firmly and pulled her to let go again smacking.

His tongue slid up to my mound, which he licked intensely with his entire tongue surface.

Then his tongue formed again pointed and felt his way to my open-shaped clitoris, which, I could even feel, something protruded by the spread of my legs.

First pressed his tongue tip directly on my clit and because I was there still sensitive by my orgasm, I had to moan once loud and my stomach muscles tensed immediately.

Immediately the tip of the tongue interrupted her touch at this point, then to penetrate something below my clitoris between my labia and from there to the top, back in the direction of my clitoris to slide.

My breath stopped. My abdominal muscles tense again. I felt this almost painful pressure, which radiated from my sensitive clit zone in my labia, my stomach and even into my legs.

Then reached the tip of the tongue carefully and a little trembling again my clit and pressed again directly on this my most sensitive point.

With clenched fists, I suddenly clasped my arms in front of my chest, raised my head like a remote control, had to moan loudly and pressed my legs together.

Since I had previously received some air in my abdomen from the wanking of my vaginal entrance through the two fingers of Sascha, accidentally escaped me at this moment a small Pussy fart and I felt that was also pressed a little of my vaginal juice outside and me on my vaginal dam ran on my butt hole.

Terrified, I opened my eyes and looked straight at Sasha, who in turn immediately straightened up and returned my gaze directly and cheekily smiling.

I heard myself stammer:

"Oh ... oh no, I'm sorry ... oh ... oh man, I really did not want that!"

This situation was incredibly embarrassing for me, but Sascha replied cheekily grinning:

"You're a real pig, Miss Nadine. But that's what I like about you! "

"And I love your cunt and I like your pussy juice, little miss. Now spread your legs again! "

No sooner had I opened my legs wide again, Sasha leaned with cheeky expression down again between legs and bit with gentle pressure on my vagina, so that I could feel a little painful, as his lower jaw slid over my labia and the teeth of his upper jaw They came to meet them over my mound.

The 3 scratches that left the stranger's fingernails in the club on my labia, suddenly produced a pulling, burning pain and as his teeth approached my clitoris, the pain and pressure became so intense that I just had to laugh, my legs Angled and Saschas head with both hands from my vagina wanted to push away.

Immediately, Sasha raised herself with a blunt look, while I laughingly pulled my legs together in front of him to protect my vagina from him.

While I was still laughing, Sasha responded with a command tone and said aloud:

"Discipline, Miss Nadine! Immediately legs apart and arms over her head, miss! But immediately!"

I obeyed him, but still laughing and presented my scabbard again.

Immediately he continued his work and bit tenderly in my left labia, then in my right. Then a gentle bite followed in my clit, followed by a strong sucking my clit.

Troublesome, with clenched teeth, eyes closed and still laughing, tried to keep his bites out and stay spread.

Again his teeth slid and scratched rhythmically over my labia and my clit. My breathing became heavier and adapted to his biting rhythm. I felt heat in my labia and my vagina entrance.

In my breasts and in my abdomen came again that feeling of pressure that felt like before my previous orgasm very pleasant and generated a desire for satisfaction in me.

I consciously felt again my divorce entrance and the desire for something to penetrate me there.

I could not breathe when I felt Sasha's tongue on my ass, licking my vagina juice there. Then his tongue slid over my vaginal dam to my divorce, first wiped a couple of times flat over my two labia and then penetrated sharply shaped a few inches deep in me.

The tongue moved smoothly in my vaginal entrance back and forth and then penetrated a bit more deeply into me.

Then the tongue went up directly on my clit and began to massage this.

At that moment I could clearly feel my breasts, my nipples, my abdomen, the inner walls of my vagina and my stomach. Everything in me felt tense but somehow light and floating, as if I were flying.

I saw the colors again in front of my closed eyes and then I heard myself groan loud and deep.

... my second orgasm ...

This "second time" I groaned and breathed my feelings just free and unrestrained.

I no longer crossed my arms protectively in front of my body, my muscles no longer tightened spasmodically, I no longer showed any reflexes to bend my legs and tried to close to protect my vagina, but I groaned Sascha unrestrained and loud, presented him further spread vagina and let him do everything to me ... massage, lick, suck, bite, penetrate ... and I groaned loudly.

Sascha apparently noticed it when my orgasm finally subsided again, because his tongue licked gradually softer and flat, rather than forcefully with the tip of the tongue.

Repeatedly he kissed in between my labia gently, my mound and very gently and tenderly my clit, then right after gently licking between my labia.

So Sascha gently massaged my irritated vagina for some time while recovering from both my orgasms. How long this lasted, I can not understand, because I had lost in the meantime any sense of time.


Chapter 6 - My first blowjob

At some point I felt like doing something that I had always dreamed of as a young teenager.

I've seen it many times in porn movies on xHamster.com and check out these sex practices regularly, then dream about it and imagine what it would be like to do that in place of the model.

Very often I look at porn with a pretty teen model, for example. B. be used by a gang or much older men downright and perform almost in each of these clips several Blowsjobs to finally get injected semen in the face or in the mouth.

I have these scenes in my head all the time, and often because of my thoughts, I am very excited about them.

I have never had a real penis in my mouth and constantly wondering how a stiff penis feels in my mouth.

How does he taste?

How does it feel to me if a man gets an orgasm in my mouth through my blowjob?

Now ... right now ... I wanted to experience something real.

I straightened up and looked straight into Sasha's eyes.

Then, without us exchanging any words, I leaned in the direction of Sasha's lap.

He understood immediately and leaned back in sync to my movements, spreading his legs for me to make room so I could kneel in front of him.

I kissed his belly gently and licked his navel. He smelled beautifully of his sweetish shower gel.

His skin felt warm and soft. His motorcycle suit, which he still wore, had a slightly sweaty skin surface, but his smell of sweat was not disgusting, but excited me.

I noticed the excitement of Sasha, because out of the corner of my eye, despite his motorcycle suit, I could clearly see that he had a stiff penis.

Also, his breath sounded trembling and erratic, and always just when I licked my tongue along his stomach down to his nipples, then to enclose with my lips and suck on them.

Several times I pinched his nipples by pinching them with my incisors and pulling them gently, each time shaking Sasha's abdominal wall, putting his head back and exhaling deeply.

Then I stroked Sasha gently from the belly over his ribs up to the chest and let my hands slide under both sides of his shoulder pads, while I looked deep into his eyes and suggested that he should take off his motorcycle suit.

Without breaking our direct eye contact, Sasha got up in front of me while my hands slid from his shoulders over his chest and stomach and finally out of his motorcycle suitcase.

Then he pulled off his boots, his motorcycle suit and his men's panties in front of me while I knelt in front of him and my face was right in front of his crotch.

Sasha was completely naked now. He looked beautiful. I love the sight of naked men when they are athletically shaped, shaved and tanned.

It had to have been very warm in the motorcycle suit, because his skin surface shone a little sweaty, but Sascha exuded a wonderful, male body odor. His smell and shiny body made me want to rub him, snuggle up and lick his skin.

I knelt slightly splayed before Sascha, whereupon he placed himself very close to me, between my legs.

I cupped his legs and gently stroked his calves, backs and back of his thighs, feeling a slight vibration in his legs. Sasha was very excited and his body trembled a little in anticipation of my touch.

But his most beautiful body part was right in front of my face ... his beautiful penis.

... and because I was watching this beautiful part of my body uninterrupted and mesmerized and was unable to avert my gaze for even a second, I took everything else around me as peripheral.

His penis was already too stiff and was at the level of my eyes. Since Sasha had apparently tanned completely naked, his penis showed a tan without interruption to the rest of his body tan. Even his scrotum was browned.

Looking back, today I would estimate that his mem