Fucking Berlin 5

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preface

Dear readers,

Thank you for purchasing my book.

My name is Dunja Romanova. With this book I would like to share my lust and sexuality with you.

This book is the tenth in a row. Each book contains an erotic story. These correspond in part to my life, my real experiences. The rest is a flip-flop movie. My stories are therefore a mixture of wishes, longings, real adventures and masturbation fantasies.

And now to me: I was born in 1982 in the Soviet Union. Specifically, in Rybinsk, in the sign of Sagittarius. We emigrated to Germany in 1996. Our way led us to Berlin at that time.

I am 162 cm tall and of cosy but aesthetic figure. I've got a full 95 E-cup. My hair is naturally blonde and my eyes are green to bluish. I have been wearing my hair for many years in short and in different colours.

Meanwhile I'm heavily tattooed. To my father's annoyance, I also had the back of my hand tattooed. Well, now you have an optical image of me in the stories. But feel free to introduce yourself to something else.

I hope I can give you a little joy with my fantasies and experiences and/or inspire you to erotic acts;)

Of course, I would be very pleased about a positive evaluation and recommendations. To make reading more pleasant, I write from my own point of view.

Your Dunja

The personnel manager

Finn Bachmann is a young, handsome man. He always seems serious when you meet him at his father's company. He is the third-born son of the company founder Ferdinand Bachmann. And as such, he is the HR manager of Bachmann & Söhne AG. And I've only been 22 years. Only his father and his older brothers are above him in the hierarchy.

But Finn is also a difficult man. Maybe he feels put back behind his brothers. Maybe his parents didn't give him enough love. Although he was visually and socially blessed by happiness, Finn was also an unhappy person. He was arrogant and unsympathetic. A typical power man who tried to find his confirmation in the pushing around of others.

It was Friday, June 2,2017, and at the same time my second working day at Bachmann & Söhne AG. More than 200 employees are employed at the head office in Berlin-Köpenick. Mr. Bachmann was my direct superior. And shortly after five, when I was about to call it a day, he pressed the intercom button.

"Miss Romanova, to the dictation, please," he said in a deep, hoarse voice. After a few seconds I opened the door and entered his office. I smiled naive and came close to his desk. I waited in front of it. I didn't know what to expect. I haven't been able to classify Finn Bachmann yet. When he hired me two days ago as his new assistant, he seemed to me to be quite arrogant, bossy and possessive.

Actually, I wasn't qualified for this job. That's what Mr. Bachmann told me clearly during the interview. But I had other arguments he thought were important. My bulging, feminine curves and my provocative clothing style were the deciding factors for him. I knew that I was being adjusted due to my optics. I didn't even have a lower secondary school leaving certificate.

I wore a tight wine-red top with long sleeves and a deep neckline. A short black skirt and matching pumps. Under the thin fabric of my top my lush boobs rocked back and forth provocatively. Despite my bra, my big, thick nipples were clearly recognizable. "Close the door!" he whispered with round button eyes. "I don't want to be disturbed anymore..."

I went back to the door again and locked it for Finn. I didn't know what he was up to, it was just my second day of work. Finn leaned back in his armchair. "Come here!" he said quietly. I got very nervous, but I followed his instructions. And when I stood next to him, he let his hand glide upwards on my well-formed legs, high up. The hand took the short skirt with it. My bulging thighs showed up and a tiny golden thong.

I shoved his hand back in horror and threw it from me. "Say, can you still do it? What do you think you're doing,"I shouted. "There's that little, sweet little bitch panty," he said provocatively to me. "You do know that I hired you because of your horny figure, don't you? And not because you fucked up the junior high school. I answered him,"That was kind of clear to me. "Listen, honey, how old are you? 34? You're single, you don't have children, no vocational training, not even a lower secondary school leaving certificate. But you have a bunch of tattoos, even on your hands ".

"I know that for myself. But what exactly does that mean? "You can't do anything, you're nothing. And your tattoos brand you as an antisocial bitch ". "Excuse me?" "It's all about you bitch. You're in the trial period. Either you're my bitch or you're out of the job here. "What would your father say about that, Finn?" "If you complain, he thinks you're an antisocial sponger trying to defile his son." "I'm not smart, but that sounds like blackmail," I answered Finn. "This is it, baby. Get used to it or get lost. So, what now? Are you going to spread your legs for a privileged boy like me, or do you want to make your thirty-fiveth ass get even fatter on the couch?

My gaze was anxious but clear. I had to swallow deeply, but I realized the situation. Finn was right, it was very hard for me to find a job. The job was well paid and the work easy. I really had something to lose. What the hell? I figured I could use some sex anyway as a single. And even though Finn Bachmann was an asshole, he was attractive too.

I readily put my legs a little bit apart. "Of course," I replied to him. The way he dealt with me, the way he talked to me, excited me. I watched his hand move up from below under my skirt. I felt his fingertips glide over my skin. And how he touched my golden thong. His fingers were touching the front of my string. Finn grabbed the cloth and pulled it wide and lecherously upwards. Until the cloth pushed itself deep between my labia.

Then I felt his fingers pushing the slender thong aside and touching the blonde down between my legs. Finn explored my wet, plump lips with his hand. He gasped greedily. Are you already horny you horny old bitch?"He grinned dirty and began to move his fingers rhythmically, up and down, back and forth. "Do you like that? Do you like it when I jerk off the pearl...?"

Finn liked the rude language. And he liked to demote me, to insult me. He didn't miss a chance to hack into my age or my schooling. I think he felt strong, manly and dominant when he was cleaning me down. And I let him go. After all, I wanted to keep the job.

I suppressed the ascending gasp, my horny moaning. My body began to tremble and I supported myself with one hand on his desk. With my half-open mouth my eyes shrugged down to Finn's pants. He was already aroused to bursting and I saw the big dent in the noble cloth trousers he was wearing. With a weak voice I asked my superior:"Is it already yours? You want me to suck it...?"

The young HR manager kept rubbing my clitoris and playing with my thong. Then the panties pulled down a little bit and looked down with horny looks what was offered to him there. "First it's your turn, you old bitch," he said hastily. "First I'm gonna fuck you up, you horny piece. You like that slut? Do you feel anything? Does it soon come to you, you cheap piece?"Finn enjoyed the twitching stomach, which shoved obscenely against his hand. And on my tight

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