This story was automatically created with AI assistance. All characters are adults. 18+.
I stood in that musty bookstore in Cologne, and my whole body tingled. Not because of the books – because of him. The air smelled of old paper and dust, but I only smelled him. My pussy was already wet, just from seeing him sitting there. Alexander. My client. A man who had only ever known me as a tough lawyer. Tonight, he was going to get to know me as what I really was: a woman with an insatiable hunger for forbidden pleasure.
I walked toward him, my steps quiet, but my heart pounded so loud I thought he must hear it. He looked up, and his eyes glided over my body. I wore a tight skirt that emphasized my curves and a thin blouse, under which my hard nipples pressed against the fabric. He noticed it. Of course he noticed it. “Anna,” he said, and his voice was deep and hoarse. “I didn’t expect to meet you here.”
“Me neither,” I whispered, sitting down next to him. My thigh touched his under the table, and that small contact almost made me moan. We talked about books, but I barely listened. I stared at his hands turning the pages, imagining how those hands would explore my naked body. My blouse stretched over my breasts, and I knew he could see the shadow of my nipples through the fabric. He licked his lips, and I was sure he was thinking about the same thing all evening as I was.
The store closed, and we were alone. The silence was heavy, charged with unspoken lust. “Come,” he said, taking my hand. I let myself be led, my hand in his, warm and strong. Outside, the wind blew, and I shivered, but not from cold. My pussy throbbed, wet and ready. We walked silently through the streets, the tension between us so thick you could cut it.
We ended up in a small café, but I didn’t want coffee. I wanted his cock in my mouth, his juice on my face. He ordered for both of us, and then we sat there, our knees touching under the table. His hand wandered onto my thigh, and I held my breath. He slowly slid his finger under my skirt, and I opened my legs slightly. A sign of consent. He smiled, and I knew what was coming.
“Let’s go,” he said suddenly, stood up and pulled me up. I followed him to his car without asking where. I didn’t care what awaited us. I just wanted to get fucked. He drove through the city, his hand on my bare leg, stroking, squeezing, wandering higher and higher. I was so wet my panties were already soaked through. My pussy burned with desire. I wished he would stop and take me right there, on the passenger seat, but he headed for a large house.
We went inside, and a woman came out of the living room. Sophia. His wife. My heart leaped, but not from shock – from arousal. The thought that she would watch made me even wetter. “This is Anna,” Alexander said, his voice calm, controlled. Sophia looked me over, and I saw the desire in her eyes. She knew. “Come with me,” she said, her voice soft, inviting.
She led us into the bedroom. The bed was huge, with white sheets. Alexander pulled me to him, and I felt his hard cock pressing against my belly through his pants. I moaned softly as he kissed me, his tongue in my mouth, demanding and deep. Sophia stood nearby, one hand on her breast, the other on her neck. She watched as Alexander’s hands explored my body, as he unbuttoned my blouse and freed my breasts.
My breasts were full and firm, my nipples hard as little stones. He bent down and took one in his mouth, sucking until I moaned. His tongue circled the hard nub, and I buried my fingers in his hair. His hand wandered lower, under my skirt, stroking my wet pussy through my panties. I moaned louder as he pushed the fabric aside and slid a finger into me. I was so wet he entered effortlessly, and I moaned as he stretched me.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered in my ear, his finger inside me. “So ready for me.” I couldn’t answer, I could only moan as he added a second finger and moved them inside me, slow, alternating, until I began to ride his fingers. Sophia came closer, her hand on my back, and I felt her gently stroking me. “Show us how much you want him,” she breathed, her breath warm on my skin.
I dropped to my knees, my hands trembling as I opened his pants. His cock sprang out, long and thick, the glans red with desire. I licked my lips, then leaned forward and took him in my mouth. He tasted salty and masculine, and I loved it. I took him as deep as I could, until he hit the back of my throat, and I felt him twitch. He moaned, and his hands buried themselves in my hair as I blew him, my head moving back and forth, faster and faster.
Sophia stood behind me, and I felt her hands on my ass. She leaned down and whispered, “You’re doing so well. Finish him off.” Her finger slid over my pussy, now dripping wet, and I moaned around his cock. I felt him come, his juice exploding in my mouth, salty and thick. I swallowed it all, didn’t let a single drop fall, as he thrust against my palate.
When I straightened up, Sophia looked at me. “Now you,” she said, and pulled me up. Alexander laid me on the bed, his hands on my legs, pushing them apart. He buried his head between my legs, his tongue finding my throbbing clit immediately. I moaned loudly as he licked it, his tongue circling the hard nub while his fingers entered me. I was so sensitive, every touch made me tremble. My hips lifted against his face, and I felt my orgasm building, hot and inevitable.
“Fuck me,” I screamed as he kept licking me. “Please, Alexander, just fuck me.” He rose up, his cock hard again, glistening with my saliva. He positioned himself over me, and I felt his glans press against my pussy. Then he thrust, and I cried out as he drove deep into me. His cock filled me completely, stretched me, filled me with heat. He began to thrust, hard and fast, and I lifted my hips to take him deeper.
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