Book of Filthy Love

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Foreword:

Dear readers,

thank you for purchasing my book.

But now to my real person. My name is Laetitia Guivarché. I was born in 1988 as the daughter of a Frenchman and a German mother. Since my childhood I have written stories of all kinds. The older I got, the stronger my desire to write erotic stories became. And that's what I do now.

I do not adhere to any fixed conventions. No rigid ideas or general views. Sometimes I write from a woman's point of view, sometimes from a man's. Because my stories are made for both sexes.

I hope to make my readers happy with my "works". And inspire them to erotic acts. The following story is partly made up. But a large part is based on my own life.

Your Laetitia

Book of Filthy Love

My name is Marie, I am 32 years old and have been married to my great love Thorsten for 5 years. Thorsten is 35 years old. We have known each other for ten years. Our happiness made perfect the birth of our little daughter three years ago. I am about 1.70 tall, have shoulder-length dark hair and like my husband finds a cute face. I am especially proud of my well-formed breasts and long legs, which I also like to show. My husband and I both like nice lingerie, even if it is not always cheap. But we do not feel bad. Before I was born I worked for a real estate agent, who hired me again part-time even after 2 years of maternity leave. My husband is a partner in an architecture office. We own a nice big apartment on the top floor of a house built by my husband.

We are both incredibly happy. In bed things are going well. So I can't complain. Thorsten and I, we just can't keep our hands off each other.

Our daily routine is like this, in the morning before I go to the office, take the little one to kindergarten. I usually pick her up at noon. If I don't make it, I have a dear neighbour, Beate, who takes her with me. Beate has a ten-year-old daughter and a three-year-old son who also goes to kindergarten. In the afternoons I'm there for my little one. In the evenings Thorsten often has to work longer hours, so he usually comes home broken. But still in time to say good night to Anni - our daughter. Afterwards we often lie on the sofa and watch TV. Often we get ourselves in the mood and then disappear into the bedroom for hot games.

The only thing I sometimes miss is going away - this rarely happens together. Sometimes I go out with my best friend Birgit - Biggi for short. I love dancing and often we end up in a club in the city after a nice dinner.

I haven't been out for a long time and so I was all the more pleased to get Biggi's call and her question whether we wouldn't like to go out again on Thursday. Immediately I called Thorsten and he encouraged me to accept Biggi's suggestion. Biggi suggested to first eat something and then go to a new club. She said that the club was a bit more noble and we would certainly like it very much at our age. I couldn't wait until Thursday.

Finally it was time, Thursday. In the afternoon I was already thinking about what I should wear. After all, the club was a bit more elegant. So I started to turn my wardrobe upside down and spread out different possibilities on the bed. It was everything from conservative to super sexy. I decided for the golden mean, according to my understanding. I looked at the clock and realized that it was time to get ready, after all Biggi was going to pick me up at half past six.

So quickly into the shower. I thought to myself that it wouldn't hurt to shave my legs and my pussy again. So I put on the blade and started to shave in the shower. I attached particular importance to my little pleasure grotto. Carefully I shaved myself until only a small strip in the middle was left. Teasingly I thought to myself, as it points to my treasure. Anyway, don't think long, but make up quickly and get into your clothes.

Since I am blessed by nature, I need little make-up to show myself to advantage. A little bit around the eyes and then the red lipstick for the mouth - perfect, I looked to bite. A last, examining look in the mirror - I could have fallen in love with myself, just a great body.

Then I went into the bedroom to get dressed. Anni sat on the floor and played with my string, which I had already put out. Reluctantly she gave it to me and I put it on. A great feeling on this clean-shaven pussy. That excited me a bit, but I had no time to worry. On to the next piece of clothing. I sat down on the edge of the bed and began to put on my black, stockings slowly. First left, then right. Then I stood up and pulled them up nice and smooth. In the mirror I could look at myself from the side. "No wonder Thorsten immediately gets a hard-on at the sight," I thought to myself.

So, now quickly the bra from black lace and then the top with the thin straps. Now I got into my grey skirt and pulled it up. Then the zipper closed and turned into the right position. "Wow, it fits good" I noticed. It covered half of my thighs and snuggled up nicely against my bottom. I checked what happens when I sit down and found that everything is fine. No one will be able to see the edges of my stockings. At that moment Thorsten came in the door and looked at me with his mouth open.

He said: "Holla, what's wrong with you? When I look at you like this I feel different." And he walked up to me and kissed me. His hand moved down and began to caress my thigh. He gently pushed his skirt up until he felt the edge of my stockings with a broad grin. Although I would have loved to give in to his touch, I gently pushed his hand away and told him that he would have to wait until later. Then I went into the hallway not without noticing that my husband had a neat dent in his pants.

"Wow," I thought, "did I cause that?!" The doorbell rang and Biggi was at the door. Thorsten opened and greeted her. I also greeted her with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. Biggi looked hot. She wore a light blouse through which you could clearly see her bra. In addition she wore a white, knee-length skirt, which showed off her great legs. Her feet I stuck high heels pumps. I decided to wear my black boots and to prevent the cold, it was November, for a blazer and a coat.

And off we went. I said goodbye to both of them quickly and we were already sitting in Biggi's car. We drove to our favourite Italian in the city. At dinner we talked in a tour, because we hadn't seen each other for a long time. Biggi is single, but washed with all water. She drags the guys around in rows. Sometimes I envy her a bit,

But when I think of Thorsten and Anni again, then it's already over. Nevertheless, Biggi could flirt with every man she liked and maybe a little bit more. Well, as I said, we were engrossed in our conversation and so we didn't even notice how the men present kept turning their heads after us.

Only when I went to the toilet. When I came back Biggi pointed to a table with four men and said that one of them almost fell off his chair when I passed them. I started laughing and with a gesture of my hand, I stopped their remark. But secretly it did me good to hear that. I'm well aware of my effect on men, but that evening I thought to myself, I must be careful, otherwise...

After we paid, we went to the club. We parked the car in the parking lot. I was a little queasy because the lighting here was not up to scratch. Anyway... I took off my blazer, so I didn't have to leave it at the cloakroom as well. Put the coat back on and off I went.

The club was already well filled. We handed in our coats at the cloakroom and went in. I liked the music and I immediately started to sway my hips to the beat of the music. First we went to the bar and ordered two cocktails. For a long time our appearance did not seem to remain undiscovered, as after only a few minutes two guys came to the bar and stood close to us, although there was actually enough space. Biggi could see them well and whispered into my ear that she would probably like one of them. "I won't push him off the edge of the bed" she whispered.

Curious, I turned around and saw how he patterned me from top to bottom. I didn't know how I should react with so much audacity. I think I blushed and turned to Biggi again. I said, "He, he just stared at me straight down, as if I were a piece of cattle at the market. You can have him." That was the starting signal for Biggi. She walked up to them and asked them to dance. Both nodded and Biggi immediately grabbed the object of their desire and went onto the dance floor.

That left me with the other of the two. The guy seemed a bit shy, but then took all his courage and introduced himself to me: "Hi, I'm Jörg. And you?" "My name's Marie. Shall we join you?" I asked with a nod of my head towards the dance floor. "Sure," he said and we crowded onto the dance floor with the others. As I said, I liked the music and I love to dance. So I started to move.

My partner apparently didn't know what to do first, to concentrate on his movements or to admire mine. I caught him staring at me with his mouth slightly open. At the same time, his gaze stuck to my cleavage. I enjoyed his looks and tried to make my movements even more provocative.

Biggi was on cloud nine. She made her partner beastly hot with hot dance movements. That he did not drool was all. After a few songs I looked for Biggi and saw her nowhere. So I went back to the bar with Jörg. No sign of Biggi here either. So I started talking to Jörg. I found out that his buddy's name is Martin and they both study here in town. Jörg is 27 and Martin is 25 years old, which upset me a bit.

I wouldn't have thought that young. After another cocktail I excused myself to go to the toilet. On the way there, two girls came towards me, chatting giggling. "He's really giving her a hard time. The way they moan, it's really getting to the point," one said to the other. I thought, even that, now there are two of them screwing in the toilet, when I have to go so urgently. Well, so what, I was young once. So in and out again quickly. I opened the door and immediately heard what they meant. In one of the cabins there was a lot of action.

"Yes, push your horny cock very deep into it! ... Oh, God, I've never felt such a big one before!", the woman moaned, apparently about to forget herself. The man was just panting and because it was getting stronger and stronger I thought they were about to forget themselves. Too bad I had to go really urgently, so I went into a cabin, up my skirt, down my panties and off I went.

Quickly wipe off the panties and then let's go. At that moment he moaned: "Oh, man .... Biggi ... you have ... the hottest hole ... I've ever ... fucked!!" "Aaaaaaaaah, Martin, ... such a fuck ... I have ... never ... never ... had ... Come on, ... spritz ... ... fill me up!!" I couldn't believe my ears, the two fuckers were Biggi and Martin. I didn't know how to act. Somehow the whole thing got me hot. Now that I knew who was fucking who. I knew Biggi and knew what she looked like, but apparently Martin wasn't from bad parents either. I felt a twitch in my pussy. When I pulled my panties up again, I couldn't help but touch my labia with my finger. Whoops, were they wet, but I had just wiped myself. A violent rumbling and grunting tore me out of my thoughts.

Biggi hit the cabin wall with her hand and screamed her orgasm. Martin also seemed to be unable to hold himself and came powerfully. I remained sitting like rooted, my hand still on my pussy. Before they were finally finished, my brain turned on again and I pulled down my skirt, washed my hands and left the toilet. In my thoughts I went back to Jörg at the bar. He wondered a bit where I had been for so long. "Women's room, including the snake," I replied. I couldn't get what I had just experienced out of my head. Suddenly someone poked me from behind. I turned on my chair and stared at Martin's broad chest. Martin was one head taller than me. He had short, black hair.

He was wearing an elegant sweater and jeans. For the first time I picked up his scent. He smelled manly. "Well," he said, "what have we here?" I felt caught. I had stared at his chest for too long. Too long for a married woman. I started to stammer, "Ma - Marie, I am." Oh, God, how embarrassing. "Marie, beautiful. I'm Martin, Jörg's mate. Tell me, have you seen Biggi?" he asked hypocritically.

"Sure, she's totally fucked in the bathroom, you horny stud." I wanted to say, but it just brought up a no. "I have to smoke," said Martin. "Would you like one, Marie?" "No, I don't smoke," I said, after my composure had recovered to some extent. "But don't feel obliged." And I turned away from him again. It was only now that I realized what I really wanted to avoid. The slide on the bar stool had caused my little skirt to slip up and revealed the beginning of my stockings. This did not seem to have escaped Martin's notice, because he grinned at me knowingly.

"OK, are you still coming?" Martin asked. "Why? Where to?" I replied. "Well, outside. There's no smoking here." Oh, right, I remembered, we've had a smoking ban since summer. Lost in thought, I agreed. There was still no sign of Biggi. Then I saw her on the dance floor as I was leaving. On the way out, I took my coat from the dressing room. Suddenly I remembered Jörg, who I just left standing there. I wanted to go back and apologize, but Martin pulled me outside.

To be honest, it wasn't uncomfortable for me to get some fresh air for a short time with all that had just happened. I couldn't get the noises they were making out of my head. "Oh, God, I've never felt anything that big!" it came from my subconscious. When I stepped out in the cold, I felt that twitch in my pussy again. I think it was the moisture between my thighs.

We walked along the path and moved further away from the entrance. Martin started to talk about what he was doing. He's studying real estate. "Hey," I said, "that figures. I did that too, and now I work here at a real estate agency." "Really," Martin replied, "are you looking for an intern?" "I don't know, but you can ask. Here is my card," I reached into my coat pockets and took out a business card. I told Martin that I still remember the student days and how hard it was back then, with the internships and all.

We started talking and I didn't even notice that we were now standing on the parking lot. We were standing in a rather dark corner. Only dim light. Suddenly Martin took a step towards me and kissed me on the mouth. Very briefly, but surely. I was perplexed. Before I knew it, he pulled me towards him and kissed me again. I didn't know what was happening to me. As if in a trance, I opened my lips and received his hot tongue. "Oh God, you make me so horny. I wanted you as soon as you walked in the door!" he breathed to me. Then he started kissing my neck. His right hand reached down, went under my coat and lay on my left buttock. Tenderly, he put pressure on me. I couldn't help it, a sigh escaped me. That was the starting shot.

Martin turned me around, pushed my coat aside and pressed himself against me from behind. I felt his cock in my back. "Man, he's big," I thought to myself. He grabbed my breasts from behind and started twirling my nipples. "Oh, this is great!" I moaned. "Well, watch this" said Martin and I felt him pushing me forward on the hood of the car in front of us. Very slowly his hand moved down from my bottom to my leg until he grabbed the hem of my skirt. Slowly he stroked up my leg again and pushed the skirt up.

"Oh God," I thought, "what is happening here? I am married. I have to stop this immediately. But at that moment Martin had reached my naked thighs and pushed his pelvis towards me out of lust. I felt his rock hard cock again and moaned softly "Yes, .... that's what you wanted. ... Take me at last, ... or I'll explode!" Then Martin reached higher and pulled my thong to the side. I heard the sound of his trousers opening. Suddenly I felt something warm against my thigh. It slowly moved higher and soon touched my buttocks. Then I heard Martin say "Say it, ... say you want to be fucked!" "Oh, yeah... fuck me... You horny pig!"

He didn't let me tell him twice and with a single jerk, he stuck his lance into my soaking wet cunt. I yelled out, "Stop, this thing is too big!" But he knew no mercy. He struck again and I was impaled by him. I've never been so full. He seemed to notice and gave me time to get used to the monster. When I started to stick my butt out, he wheezed, "You tight little sow... "I knew it... "Nothing's too big for you. Now I'm going to fuck you so you can see the stars." Immediately, he pulled out his cock and pushed it back in me with enormous force.

God, I first came on this monster cock. I screamed and he gently covered my mouth. I came and I came. I've never come that fast before, and certainly not that hard. My body was twitching e#and my vagina was massaging his rod. I felt like a slut, but I wanted nothing more than to be staked by that horny cock. I was just pussy!! It was horny. I enjoyed every thrust and he was good, oh no, he was the best. He totally filled me up and I don't know how many times I came. My juice ran down my legs and into my boots.

Thank God, he had pushed the coat and skirt aside, otherwise there would be huge stains on them now. After he had already sent me to cloud nine several times with violent blows, he gasped: "Marie, you horny bitch ... I am ready... I'm going to fill you up." "Yes, yes, yes," I shouted, "Fill me up... It's crazy how you... can still do that... after you... the Biggi already..." I didn't get any further, then he stiffened up and shot one load after the other into my cunt. I was close to unconsciousness.

I had never experienced anything like it. It wasn't going to stop. I think I heard it suddenly come out of me, I was full. I felt its cum running down my legs. On my stockings and in my boots. It was so horny. I felt like a woman.

He came down slowly. I massaged his cock with my vaginal muscles. He moaned slightly. "Let's not waste it", I breathed with a satisfied smile on my lips. He came closer and we kissed passionately. I thought I could feel that he was getting hard again. He pulled his cock out of me with a plop and said: "I could have you again! I want to lick your legs and suck the juice out of you.

I replied: "Let me stay where he is now, he belongs and I have a nice memory." With this I straightened my panties. I realized how much sperm I was dripping. I asked Martin for a handkerchief. He took one, knelt in front of me and started to clean my legs and my pussy. I almost jumped on him. Luckily several guests came to the parking lot at that moment and we had to leave each other alone. I straightened my clothes and we went back to the club.

I looked for Biggi and we decided to go home. When we said goodbye to Martin and Jörg, Martin stroked my pubic mound unnoticed. Immediately I felt a mad desire for his cock again. I moaned softly, which Martin probably noticed, he squeezed it slightly once more and then let go. Biggi and I went to the parking lot, got into the car and drove home. On the way Biggi told me about her toilet fuck. I just sat stealthily in the passenger seat, felt Martin's sperm deep inside of me with every shudder and kept silent with a smile on my lips.

Back home, I felt guilty. What if Thorsten sees me like this? He was so keen on me earlier when I was getting dressed. What if he's still awake and waiting to screw me? What should I tell him? My fears were unfounded. Thorsten was fast asleep. I went to the bathroom and started to undress. I took a good look at my skirt. No traces.

But my stockings and my little black dress ... Man, it was like a whole company had come. Still horny, I smelled it and instinctively grabbed my pussy. It was a bit swollen, but I was still getting the juice flowing out of me. I controlled myself, even if I wanted to stick my fingers in my hole. But well, it was beautiful but also over. I went into the shower and cleaned myself thoroughly.

Afterwards I put on my nightgown, no panties and slipped into bed with Thorsten. In the middle of the night I woke up from my cell phone beeping. I picked up the phone and saw that I had received a text message. Who's writing to me at this time of night? I read: "Hi Marie, I can't think of anything else but your horny little cunt. I'm lying here in bed itching my Klaus. "I really want to see your body. And above all I want to check if today's fitting worked. Your Dagger"

Shit, how did Martin get my number, and then I remembered, I had given him my business card. Well, I thought it wouldn't hurt to have a beau. Luckily it takes two. I put the phone aside and snuggled up to Thorsten. Happily I fell asleep.

The next morning Thorsten kissed me tenderly and woke me up. He said: "Well, my beauty, I guess it was late yesterday. It doesn't matter as long as you had fun." "If he knew" I thought to myself and immediately felt a tingling between my thighs. "Yes," I said, "it was a great evening. What time is it anyway?" "Leave it, Marie. Get ready in peace. I'll go and take Anni to kindergarten." I smiled at him, gave him a long goodbye kiss and off he went.

Slowly I got out of bed and trotted into the bathroom. I jumped into the shower, put on make-up, did my hair and went into the bedroom to get dressed. That's when I remembered the text message from Martin. It was clear to me that I would never see him again and there would be no repeat. Still I felt a certain horniness inside me. But anyway, I love my husband and I'm not gonna jeopardise that. For this day at the office I chose a somewhat conservative business costume consisting of a light blouse, dark blue knee-length skirt and matching blazer.

For underneath I chose a sinful beige station wagon. Lace bra and tight thong. In addition, I quickly pulled two skin-coloured stockings over my legs and off they went. In the hallway, I climbed into my black boots without thinking about it. Immediately I noticed that they were still wet and sticky from my and Martin's juices. I wanted to pull my foot out again, but then I thought how cool it would be, sitting in the office all morning with our love juices on my feet all the time. So put the second one on and go.

On the drive to the office I couldn't help it. With the thought of last night and the love juices in my boots, I just had to touch my pleasure grotto and my little pearl with my hand. So I pushed my hand under my skirt and immediately felt the warmth of my lap. Behind me it honked and I pulled my hand back in shock.

That's a bummer, I thought. Now what? At the next traffic light, I picked up my cell phone. I thought for a moment, smiled slyly and wrote the following SMS: "Hello, you horny stud. I can't think of anything else. I still feel your cum inside me. If you feel like it, we can repeat this once again... Your little tight mouse"

Yesterday evening I met Martin in a club and he really fucked me in the parking lot.

This morning then I swore to myself at the sight of my husband and my little daughter that there will definitely be no second meeting. But when I pushed my stockinged feet into my still from Martin's sperm and my pussy juices wet boots, I reconsidered my decision. Finally I wrote an unmistakable SMS on the way to Martin's office. I was horny for this man and his huge cock.

Finally I arrived at the office in the city. As I said, I work at a real estate agent. Since I take care of my little sweetheart in the afternoon, I'm only in the office part-time. Usually in the morning I do the paperwork from the day before first. Afterwards I often have one or two clients appointments either off-site or I receive them here in our office. I have a small but chic office from which I can see directly into our hallway. Next door are two colleagues, Peter on the left and Silvia on the right. Karin is our receptionist and our secretary. First of all she is of course responsible for our boss, Mr Lohne. Mr Lohne has a large and spacious office at the end of the corridor. Right next to it is our small meeting corner as well as a multifunctional room - kitchen and copy room in one.

So I came to my office. My colleagues looked at me a little puzzled because it was actually already too late for me. But it was Friday and I didn't have any appointments, so that I could fully dedicate myself to my filing. I went into my office, turned on my computer and started to recapitulate the cases of that week. I was quite successful, which I certainly owe to my distinctive appearance. This week I had arranged three apartments and one house.

While I was gathering the documents for the house rental, my boss came into my office. My breath stopped. Martin stood diagonally behind him. I immediately felt a twitch between my thighs. Only now I remembered that I had given him my card when he asked me for an internship. That was of course before I let him mount me. Martin studied real estate management at the municipal FH real estate industry. Just like I did.

My boss introduced him to me: "Mrs. Kuhlmann, this is Mr. Martin Ludwig. Mr. Ludwig studies real estate and has inquired about an internship here." Thank God he didn't mention that we knew each other. What could he have said, I met Mrs. Kuhlmann during a fuck in the parking lot? "Since you're only here part-time, I thought it might be good if Mr Ludwig supported her a little," my boss continued.

I didn't know what to say. I was embarrassed that I kept silent for so long. But a thousand things went through my mind. I couldn't work with Martin after all. On the other hand, I felt a wonderful tingling in my abdomen at the thought of it. Nervously I slid back and forth in my chair. My boss asked, somewhat surprised, "Mrs. Kuhlmann, what do you think of the idea?" Again I just stared at him in a funny way. At that moment, I saw Martin grab his crotch and squeeze his privates. Then it was all over me, I said: "Yes, sure. That's a great idea."

I immediately regretted it. "What have you done, Marie? The guy seems so keen on you that he risks showing up here just to be near you," it crossed my mind. Now Martin came at me. Politely I got up from my chair and came out from behind my desk to welcome him. For the first time he saw me in daylight. I could tell by the look on his face that he liked what he had in front of him. He looked at me from top to bottom.

I hope he doesn't notice I'm wearing the same boots I wore last night. I felt the moisture on my lower legs with every step. I walked up to him and grabbed his hand and said, "Welcome. I look forward to working with you." He squeezed my hand and smiled softly and tenderly at me. Our eyes met and I just could not stand it, I turned away again. Mr Lohne left the office with Martin to introduce him to my colleagues.

Since my office didn't have room for two, Martin was supposed to sit with Karin at the reception in the morning. In the afternoon he should work at my desk. So he could immediately do my filing in the morning and I could concentrate on my clients the next day.

After Mr. Lohne had finished the small introduction round, Martin came to my office. As it is not customary to close the doors, I pointed out to him when he tried not to do so. I did not want to attract attention. Martin came up to me, walked around my desk and whistled: "Wow, I thought you were a hottie last night, but that you're such a hottie, it drives me crazy." "Martin, not here," I told him. "Why, because not? You still owe me something. I wanted to lick you last night and free you from our juices." He came closer and closer and stroked my breasts. I immediately looked at the door and down the hall to see if anyone had seen us. "Stop," I ran into him, but he squeezed my already stiff nipples and cheekily said: "I'm so horny, Marie, I want you here and now."

"That's not possible, Martin. Not here in the office, everyone can see us here. "Besides, I'm about to get off work and I have to do my..." I faltered, now I remembered I hadn't told Martin I was happily married to my husband Thorsten and had a three-year-old daughter. Martin looked at me, bent down to me and whispered in my ear: "You must what? Let me lick your horny little lust-grotto."

I melted away. How I would have loved to rip my clothes off right now and have that stallion cover me. "Where are the toilets?" Martin asked. I knew what he was up to, after all I had already overheard him in the loo of the club with my best friend Biggi. "That's not possible. We only have one loo, which we all share. We can't disappear in it unnoticed by two people," I replied. "Well, come with me," he said and pulled me up and out of my office into the hall.

He pulled me towards the kitchen. As I said, the kitchen is right next to Mr. Lohne's office. If he came out his door, he would see us right away. But that didn't seem to interest Martin. He had nothing to lose, apart from his internship. He pressed me against the small kitchen unit, kneeled down in front of me and began to push up my skirt with his hands. He licked up my legs with the tip of his tongue.

"I like it when women wear stockings. Aren't they stockings?" he asked from below. But I didn't need to answer, because at that moment he reached the edge of my stockings with his hands. He moaned: "I knew you were a horny bitch." Now he buried his face between my thighs. I moaned. His finger was already touching my panties. I was soaking wet. Immediately he pushed his finger under the edge and ran his outstretched finger over my labia.

This time I moaned quite loudly. At that moment I took steps. I quickly pushed Martin away from me and straightened my skirt. Martin had just got up again when Karin turned the corner. "Hello, you two. Getting to know each other?" "Well, sure. I must offer my new employee a coffee," I replied furtively and tried to smile. I hope Karin didn't notice anything. I got off the kitchen counter, poured us a coffee and went back to my office with Martin. We were now completely business again.

After a short talk about his tasks, I said goodbye to him. I gave him a short briefing on my computer and left the office. When leaving the office, I felt his look on my butt. Instinctively I moved a little more provocatively. Suddenly, he shouted at me, "Fine, see you Monday, Marie." I turned around, smiled at him and left.

Now I drove to the kindergarten to pick up Anni. On the way there, my phone rang. It was Beate, our neighbour, whose son also goes to kindergarten. She asked me to bring him along. Since she often does that for me as well, I did her the favour. Afterwards we drove home. On the fourth floor of our house I rang Beate's doorbell. Marc, her son fell around her neck and immediately disappeared into the apartment.

When I wanted to say goodbye to her, she casually said that a colleague would bring me urgently needed documents. I stared at her. I said thank you and my head started to rattle. What kind of documents? I did not know what to do with them. My daughter's cries ripped me out of my thoughts. So I went up to the fifth floor, opened the door and went in. My little bundle of energy started running. In the corridor she dropped her backpack and jacket. The shoes followed and she stormed into her room.

I picked up the clothes, stowed them by our wardrobe and thought, well, now all mummy again. Then I took off my boots. They were still slightly damp. Then I went into the living room only on stockings and fell on the couch first. As I sat there, I remembered Martin's touch from the kitchen. A shiver ran down my back. Gently I touched my thighs and gently stroked my legs up.

Arriving at the hem of my skirt, I pushed my skirt up and began to caress myself tenderly. First only above my hold-ups, but then also in my crotch. I felt the warmth. Just when I wanted to push my panties aside to sink my fingers into my lust cave, I heard Anni crying. I ran to her. She had fallen and hit her head. I comforted her and suggested we cook lunch for both of us. But first I wanted to change my clothes. So I went into the bedroom and took off my skirt, blouse and stockings. Then I slipped into a comfortable sweater and a wide skirt that went up to my knees. Then I put on the thick socks on my feet.

Back in the kitchen, Anni had already started cooking. She was already beating a pot with a wooden spoon and pleaded loudly for spaghetti with tomato sauce. All right, the fourth time this week. After we had dinner together, I took Anni to her room.

After dinner she sleeps again for about two hours. I started reading her a story. After only a few minutes she had fallen asleep. I gave her another kiss and left her room. Just as I was doing the dishes, the doorbell rang. I ran quickly to the door to avoid Anni being woken by a second ringing.

When I opened the door, I struck the blow for the second time that day. Martin stood in front of the door. He entered immediately, pulled me to him and began to kiss me passionately. With his foot he pushed the front door into the lock without letting go of me. I melted away again. I wanted to ask him how he got my address, but his horniness left me no chance. He grabbed me, pushed me against a wall and immediately grabbed my breasts.

Still our tongues fought violently with each other. Then I felt him put his hand on my hips and unzipped my skirt. Still we hadn't spoken a word. My skirt fell to the ground and Martin followed. He felt the edges of my thong with his hands and pulled it down immediately. Now he had my treasure right in front of him. I longed for his kisses, but he stood up again and I heard him unzipping his trousers. I helped him take off his pants and shorts. I was just horny and wanted to be nailed by this bull. He didn't let me wait long either. He took my left leg, put it around his hip and positioned his spear right between my labia.

I looked deep into his eyes and he began to impale me. Yesterday I had already noticed how huge his cock was, but the thing that slowly pushed into me was madness. I started moaning wildly, threw my head back and enjoyed the enormous length of his penetration. Still he pushed his stake into me. I couldn't help it, I grabbed his tail to feel how much more I had to expect.

There was still a lot. I already felt the first orgasm rising inside me. Marie, the guy hasn't even got his thing in you yet and you're already coming, I didn't care I wanted to come and I knew it wouldn't be the only time that afternoon. He finally had his dick all the way inside of me. I was completely full. He was touching areas of me no one had ever touched before.

Now he started to fuck me slowly. Thereby he pulled his cock far back again and again to push it even harder into me. I cramped up, put my right leg around his hips too, so that I was only carried by his cock and screamed my orgasm out of me. I came and came. I could hear by the familiar smacking that my cunt juices were already flowing like torrents.

But I didn't care about that either. I opened my eyes and saw Martin's tense face. I could feel him fucking me harder and harder. In and out and down so profoundly. I didn't trust my feelings, but I could already feel a second wave of pleasure. Apart from moaning and grunting, we still hadn't said a word. Suddenly Martin also tensed up and pressed out between his lips: "Here are ... the documents ... that you ... have forgotten..."

With these words his floodgates opened and he came. He came is a slight understatement, he chased one load after the other into my cunt. It wouldn't stop, I thought. And when he was on his last legs, I came again violently. Animated by my orgasm, Martin seemed to be stimulated once again, because I felt another violent shot dissolve deep inside me. And again my pussy was too small or too full for so much juice. It shot out of me with a loud kiss. Our juices ran down Martin's legs and stained the tiles in our hallway.

Slowly we came to our senses. We began to kiss passionately. Our tongues fought the battle of the century. Martin's cock was still in my cunt. "Marie, that was amazing. You made me so horny this morning, I couldn't help it. I had to see you again and fuck you." "Darling, as you noticed, I was also crazy to beat you up. "Let's go to the living room. We can finish this there."

Did I just say that? In my, uh, our living room, I was gonna give that horny stud a second go around? I didn't care. Still sitting on his slightly softer cock, Martin carried me into the living room. I described him the way. In the living room Martin let himself fall on the sofa. But we still didn't get away from each other. I was now sitting astride him. Martin immediately started to take off my sweater and my bra fell to the floor.

Lovingly he began to kiss my breasts. Again and again he looks me in the eyes. After that he alternately spoiled first the left and then the right nipple. Meanwhile I slowly began to circle my hips. With a smile on my face, I noticed that Martin's beating was stiffening again. When I thought it was hard enough, I began to ride him. I tried to get so high that his tail was only slightly stuck inside me.

But because of the enormous length of his thing, it was not possible for me. This turned me on even more and I started to ride him more and more violently. Already after a few minutes I felt another orgasm rising inside me. I must say that I like riding. It always gives me several, very violent orgasms. But I prefer to be taken from behind.

Back to the action. Martin continued to caress my breasts and I was riding him very hard by now. "Yes, Marie, ... You horny pig... ...ride my ... Klaus, as if there's no tomorrow." "Ooh, yes, Martin, ... that ... is ... so ... horny. ... This is... ...does... ...feels... ...so... ...good... ...so... ...have... ...I... ...still... ...yet. experienced... Shit, I... I haven't... kooooommmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." "Yeah, you fuck... Come on... Come on... I splash... ...you." "Ohhhhh, spritz... ...me... ...all... Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

And I came so hard, I thought I'd lose consciousness. I just kept on moving. Martin used the opportunity to push me from below two or three times. That finally put me out of my misery. I was still coming. It did not want to stop. When I had recovered, I rode him on.

"Faster," he gasped, "I want to come together with you." No sooner said than done. I increased my speed. Like a savage I rode his tail. And when I felt his panting turn into a grunt, I knew he was about to cum again in my already full cunt. With skillful contractions of my vaginal muscles I pushed him over the top, he squirted. In this moment I also had a violent orgasm.

We both screamed out our desire. Already after a few twitches of his spear I felt the pleasantly warm feeling of his cum running out of me. It ran and ran and he still came. My God, I thought, how can he do that. I had only milked him for a few minutes in the hall. Well, it didn't matter to me, it's better that way. I got my money's worth. He had stamina, he was a nutcase.

As we slowly recovered from this violent climax, I carefully released Martin's stake from my pleasure cave. I sat down next to him on the couch and stroked his chest tenderly under his shirt. Thereupon Martin took off his shirt and I could look at him for the first time in all his glory. A beautiful man. Not as nicely built as mine, but not unattractive. Nevertheless the best qualities were his great eyes and his animal sharp tool. I think it was just as well, at least I didn't see any danger to my marriage.

As we sat there, I could feel more and more fluid flowing out of me. Martin seemed to have noticed that too, because he bent over to me and lowered his head between my legs. With his deft tongue he began to suck up our juices. I looked at him and began to scratch his hair. I asked him, "How did you get my address?"

He looked up and I saw his mouth, which was insured. But he didn't seem to mind, which made me horny again. I like to think that even men are not too bad for something like that. After all, we women let things happen to us. I also like to give head and I don't mind the juice. "Just after you left, your neighbour called. That's when I found out you have a little daughter. Well, we got to chatting and then I got the idea with the papers. So I asked her for your address. And ta-da, here I am." "You're a bad one."

In the meantime Martin had come between my thighs again and I heard his approval a bit muffled. He licked me boldly over my clitoris, which made me laugh. "By the way, my cunt, does the child have a daddy?" I pointed at my wedding ring, which was enough for him to answer. But I didn't feel good, now that he knew everything.

Until now, it was so nice and uncomplicated. Just fuck. The satisfaction of mutual needs. I could tell by the smacking between my legs that I was satisfying his needs. Slowly the effect of Martin's caresses began to take effect. I became horny again. Gently I pushed his head into my lap and signalled to him that he should lick me a bit harder.

The man was super. He understood immediately what I wanted from him and with his deft tongue he got me going again in no time. Again and again he played with his tongue on my clitoris, which drove me crazy. I pushed my pelvis against him and he scorched his tongue in my cleft. With his hands he supported his tongue movements. He stroked me or penetrated me with his fingers. I was ready again and announced my next climax to him. My breathing became shallower and I began to moan.

This horny feeling in my pussy should last forever. I just let myself fall and came. Not as violent as before, but still intense. When I had recovered, Martin came to me and we kissed passionately. And I tasted his juice and mine. What an amazing aroma. Our kisses became more intense and I pushed Martin back onto the couch. I reached for his dummy with my hand. I was amazed. It was up again. I jerked it off a few times and then disappeared. For the first time I could have a closer look at the object of my desire.

A very beautiful piece that stood upright in front of me. It was not excessively thick, but enormously long. No wonder that I have to get used to it first. But I did not intend to declare the acclimatisation phase to be over. I tenderly played my tongue around his glans. He moaned loudly. That's enough, I thought, let's go into battle. I opened my mouth and put my red lips over his beauty. Slowly, I lowered my head. He seemed to like it. I felt his cock twitching and felt it swell up.

Even bigger, I thought, I couldn't take it. But I did my best. Lower and lower I tried to lower my head. I could already feel it in the back of my mouth. I tried to relax and take it in even deeper. As I said, I like to blow and I think I am quite good at it. Then I felt him slowly sliding deeper. About 2/3 of his blow was now deep in my mouth.

Very slowly I withdrew again until I had reached his glans. Then I forced the pace and with two or three violent head movements I made him really glow. I felt the first pleasure beads and released him from my mouth. With the tip of my tongue I licked the drops of his spear tip. "Mhhhhhhhhhh, great how that tastes" I said mischievously and devoted myself again to my task.

Deeply I took him back into my mouth and began to massage him. Suddenly I felt how he began to twitch. Wow, that was fast, I thought, especially after the preliminary skirmish. Anyway, my mouth wide open, his rod still wanked two or three times and I felt the first rays of his sperm shooting into my throat. God, that was awesome. And he came again very violently. I didn't count, but there were four discharges and there was a lot of powder in each one. With pleasure I sucked the last drop out of him. Afterwards I released him from my mouth cunt. I smiled at him and kissed him again very passionately.

I had completely forgotten the time. Suddenly I was startled by the familiar whining of my daughter. Oh my God, what if Anni saw me like this. stark naked, with dripping pussy and a guy with a huge thing between his legs.

"Come on, Martin, we have to get dressed quickly. My daughter could walk in at any moment." In panic, we ran down the hall. On the way there, I threw on my sweater and quickly slipped my skirt over my hips. Martin was just closing his trousers when Anni turned the corner and asked what the man was doing here. I told her that he was a colleague and brought me some important documents that I needed urgently. It was not a complete lie. I opened the door for Martin and with the wish for a nice weekend he disappeared.

Pooh, that was close. Quickly back to the living room and examine the sofa. Damn, there are some stains on it. Well, I've seen that before, my husband and I have done that too. Quickly fetch a cleaning bucket and wipe the sofa with a damp cloth. It looked like new. When I let my eyes wander, I could still see my panties and bra lying there. Only now I noticed that I had renounced both in the rush. A scrutinizing look at my skirt confirmed my suspicion.

A neat stain had already formed. After I was sure that Anni was playing in her room, I went into the bathroom, washed myself and put on fresh clothes. Thereby I could clearly feel the tingling in my cunt. What an afternoon. I lay down on the sofa and let myself be sprinkled with soft music.

I was looking forward to the weekend. I was in desperate need of this rest as well. My pussy, however, was looking forward to Monday again, a new day at the office with Martin.

The weekend was very convenient for me after the strains with Martin. My pussy had to recover urgently from this giant. It was a very uneventful weekend. Thorstens parents were visiting. They don't live here and they stayed with us. So we didn't have time for extensive lovemaking. It's funny how parents sleep under the same roof. Well, it didn't bother me much, I had already taken good care of myself. I merely blew my sweetheart Thorsten on Saturday night. It is something different when love is involved. It was wonderful. On Sunday we were still with Anni and my parents-in-law in the children's parties. In the evening they went again. We were so exhausted that we just snuggled out of the sofa and went to bed early.

Today, on Monday, hopefully it looks completely different again. After my husband had left the bathroom, he woke me up tenderly with a long, intense kiss. I got up to prepare breakfast like I do every morning. Meanwhile my husband got dressed and then woke up Anni.

We still had breakfast together and my husband said goodbye to us. Now I had to get Anni ready quickly. After she was finished, she played in her room while I jumped into the shower. Today is the first day with Martin in the office. A slight tingling went through me already at the thought of it. I took a quick shower, dried my hair, applied make-up and went into the bedroom to get dressed.

Hmm, I thought, what should I wear today. Martin had already almost jumped me on Friday. So I didn't want to disappoint him. As I had an appointment for an apartment inspection today, I couldn't dress too provocatively, what should the clients think of me. Then I remembered what Martin had told me in the office on Friday when he wanted to eat me in the kitchen.

"I like it when women wear stockings." I liked that, because I also love sinful lingerie and stockings are part of it. I have a wide range, from dark to light, from transparent to opaque, from strapless to those I have to fasten on a garter belt. I even bought some fishnet stockings the other day. After a short back and forth I decided to go for transparent, slightly white stockings. The stockings had a wide lace border and I had to put on a garter belt. I found a matching white one in my closet. Then I sat down on the edge of the bed and slowly started to put on the first stocking. I was already horny again. When I put on the second stocking, I put the garter belt on and fastened the stockings to the ribbons and the clips.

I looked at myself in the mirror and thought to myself, "This will definitely get the stallion going." I imagined his face and his tail if he saw me like that, because that's the way I thought he'd see me. I just didn't know how or where. For the suspenders I chose a sinful little white thong, which I carefully put on. I jerked the thong again between my buttocks. I wanted to put my breasts into a lace bra, but then I rejected the idea. Instead I reached for a tight white top.

I didn't cover my legs, or rather I didn't cover them with a grey pleated skirt that ended just above my knees. Satisfied, I turned around my own axis. Wow, did I look hot. And this is for the office. I already imagined how Martin scorched his huge cock in my pussy. I did not dare to reach between my legs. I was afraid that if I touched myself now, I would have to relieve myself. But there was no time for that now. I had to go and bring Anni to the kindergarten first. I pulled a grey jacket over my top, threw my coat over and off I went.

When I dropped Anni off at the kindergarten, I noticed the looks of the other mothers. But especially long was the look of the caretaker on me. I thought his eyes were about to fall out. I was a bit embarrassed, but I had the confirmation that I could make Martin really sharp with this elevator.

When I arrived at the office, only Silvia was there, as usual. A short time later Peter came. We talked briefly about the upcoming appointments. Peter said that he had a problem with an inspection in the afternoon and if I could take it exceptionally. I said I would ask my neighbour if she could watch Anni for two hours this afternoon. I went into my office and picked up the phone. While I was on the phone with Beate, my back was to the door. Suddenly I felt a breath on my neck. I turned around and saw Martin standing behind me.

He looked at me from top to bottom and his lips formed a "wow". I returned to my phone call. Meanwhile Martin suddenly grabbed my butt and stroked with his flat hand over my cheek. Immediately I put my head in the neck. I could only hope that no one would come by now. Martin stroked down my thigh and reached under my skirt. My breath stopped. Tenderly he stroked up my legs until he felt the edge of my stockings. As he advanced further, his fingers slid over my garter straps.

As a sign that he found what I was wearing under my skirt very appealing, he pressed his underwear into my back. Heavens, has he got a hard-on again, I thought to myself. His hand had reached my panties by now. Jerkily he pulled my thong to the side and stuck a finger into my pussy.

I inevitably moaned into the receiver. On the other end of the line Beate asked if everything was alright. I just replied, "Wonderful." But now stop it. I began to squirm and wanted to escape Martin's fingers. Unfortunately it had the opposite effect. He just kept getting deeper and deeper into me. I could already feel my horniness overpowering me. I felt myself beginning to tremble. I felt the first contractions of my pussy. I managed to put my hand over the mouthpiece of the telephone receiver just in time before I groaned with relish when I came. That's not possible, I thought to myself, I wanted to control when Martin would find out what I was wearing under my skirt.

I think that's what went completely wrong. I was only half an hour in the office and already I came violently on his fingers. I wondered where it would end today. Finally Martin retired from me. He just sat down on a chair and watched me on the phone as if nothing had happened. With one hand I straightened my skirt. At the same time I continued talking to Beate, who kindly agreed to look after Anni this afternoon.

I told her I'd bring her by after her nap. Relieved, I hung up. Now I turned to Martin and looked at him with punishment. "Martin, this is not the way." "Why? I think I sensed that you enjoyed it." "That's not the point. The risk in my office is just too great. I have a job to lose." "Shh," he said, "I can't help it if you make me so hot. When I see you, I just want to touch you and I want to eat you up right now." "I know, my darling. I feel the same way. Of course, I've been pining for your glowing rod all weekend. "But please promise me to be more careful in the future."

"All right, what do I get for it?" "What do you mean? "Well, to be more careful, I need a little reward," Martin replied with a mischievous smile on his lips. "All right," I said, "come along." I took him by the hand and pulled him into the kitchenette. I stood in the farthest corner. Martin was leaning against

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