Karl
February 5th, 2009This lady is telling about a new lover of hers, he is passionate and hot. He doesn’t mind having sex in public and he surely wants to get to know her pussy and her butthole better…
I’d like to tell you about my best lovers. This time the story is about Karl.
The club was overcrowded. Many people were dancing but that didn’t improve my mood. Actually I wasn’t in high spirits from the beginning. It was my crazy friend who brought me here and, frankly speaking, I had nothing better to do.
I hadn’t planned anything for the evening and was going to wait for my mom’s arrival from Washington. I wanted to light candles, cook nice dinner, open a bottle of wine… In other words I wanted to remind myself the fact I had a family. I woke up early in the morning – 9 am is early for me. Then I had a shower, put on a sports suit and went to the market. I liked to cook meals from good fresh food which you can find only at the market!
On my way I repeated the recipe again and again to make sure I’d buy everything I needed. Two hours later I was going home by taxi. For about thirty minutes we were in a traffic jam and I talked to one of my friends.
I cook rarely but I know I’m good at it. My mother says I took after my Dad in that. I was cutting and boiling something and doing all those things necessary to prepare a delicious dinner when my mobile phone rang.
I saw “Mummy” on the display… She told me her meeting had been postponed for the next week and she wasn’t to come. All my enthusiasm concerning the cooking vanished immediately as well as the inspiration…
The news didn’t make me upset or angry, no, it just damped me down. I switched off all the devices, threw almost everything into the rubbish-bin except for the meat: I used to feed the stray dogs. I drank all the wine. The music didn’t change my mood as well…
Suddenly I felt unhappy and went to bed. A telephone call woke me. It was Diane. I didn’t want to take the receiver and turned the phone off… But Diane wouldn’t be Diane if she let me sleep soundly… 15 minutes later someone rang the doorbell, then I heard the alarm – it was my car being troubled…
As it turned out Diane met a babe who she liked a lot. And the girl invited my friend to her birthday party. Now she was telling she wanted me to accompany her there. I did my best to explain her that her date wasn’t interesting for me and I would prefer sitting on the pier with a cigarette rather than going with her…
Of course Diane considered my arguments unconvincing. She chose a dress for me, styled my hair, put make up on my face… She even shaved my pussy! And 3 hours later we left my apartment.
There were too many people. I went for a dance a couple of times but didn’t like it much. Besides, it was very stuffy here. I had no desire to return to the table as well as go home. And I moved to the bar.
A bit strange but this room had much more space and it was quiet. Three men were sitting in the bar and two girls were at the table… I sat on the high chair at the bar, ordered a cocktail and lit a cigarette. A few times men came up, asked ordinary question. So boring…
I was daydreaming. The music was quiet, people seemed to disappear and the world stopped for me. However, I wasn’t in my world for a long time.
Diane embraced me from behind and kissed my cheek passionately. She was delighted. She sat near me, finished my drink and told her relationship with that girl was going well and soon they were going to her house for a mini-party and I had to get ready for a mad night.
It was so hard to explain her I wasn’t going to accompany her this time. She even cried and we went to the ladies’ room to smarten up ourselves. But she understood me at last. I returned to the bar.
There were no vacant places at the bar and all the tables were occupied. I ordered a martini, looked around and noticed a man sitting on the sofa in the corner of the room. I decided I could sit with him. I wasn’t mistaken.
The man was waiting for no one. A big half-empty decante and an ashtray with a cigarette butt were on the table in front of him. He was drunk, not so much, but not somber either. He was wearing a suit, the shirt unbuttoned. Generally speaking he was dressed well but looked tousled. He was sitting right in the center of the corner sofa, so I sat down on the edge to the left.
He stared at me for a few minutes non-stop, without tearing his eyes from my face. I felt embarrassed, even frightened. Then the man moved to me, bent and asked:
“Excuse me, but I think all women are bitches, all of them, all of you, my wife is a real bitch and I bet you’re the one, too…”
He suddenly stopped talking as if waited for my answer. I was taken aback and didn’t know how to react. Should I jump up and slap him across his face or splash my martini at his phiz, or wait?..
I didn’t have to take any of these decisions. He approached my ear again and said:
“Yes, I know you are all bitches, don’t deny that!”
I twitched aside but his strong hand stopped me:
“Wait a bit! Don’t you see I need your help? If you don’t see that, I’ll ask you! Please, stay with me for a while. Would you like some whisky?”
It was becoming interesting… I didn’t drink whisky and had no wish to stay here any longer. He was reading in my mind probably, because he asked:
“Are you hungry? Let’s go to a restaurant!”
He took my hand and led out but suddenly stopped and gestured me to wait for him. He went off. I couldn’t see him, so I leaned against the banisters and looked at the dance floor. A few seconds later I saw him talking to a girl at the door to the bar. He slapped her across her face. What surprised me more was the fact that the security guard was very close to them but pretended not to have noticed what had happened.
We were sitting at a nice restaurant with a terrific view of the ocean. The atmosphere here was wonderful and we got acquainted at last. His name was Karl. He turned to be a local and this restaurant was one his favorites.
He said nothing about the situation in the club, and he didn’t seem to be in good mood to talk about it. And I didn’t ask.
A bottle of cognac, martini and a carafe with juice were soon brought to us by an obliging waiter. Then we had dinner if it could be called this way at 2 am. Everything was fantastic! Having drunk a bit we felt we were becoming much closer to each other.
He’d been married for 3 years and dated his wife for 2 before the marriage. They loved each other and he believed she’d been faithful until now… He thought she was a perfect wife.
They’d come to the club but 40 minutes later he had to leave to settle some important business matters. His wife remained there with his friends. An hour later his friends called him to inform they were going to leave and his spouse wanted to stay a little longer. He managed to finish his work as quickly as possible and soon was again in the club but couldn’t find his wife anywhere. Her mobile phone was switched off.
He drove around the club by his car and then returned. His wife was dancing on the dance floor… She couldn’t give any reasonable explanations about where she’d been as she was very tipsy. Karl’s old mate worked at this club as a chief of security service. He told that two guys had taken his wife to a room upstairs…
Karl looked very upset and confused. He was very drunk and of course couldn’t drive the car. He asked me to drive him home but I preferred to call a cab. I couldn’t leave him here in this state. He wasn’t able to pronounce his address distinctly and we went to my apartment. The taxi driver was a kind man and helped me to put Karl to bed. I had a shower and then went to bed in the living-room.
The telephone call woke me. It was Diane, who had called me the fifth time as she said. I couldn’t understand a word from what she told me. I stopped her and said I’d call her later.
I looked at the clock - it was 3 pm already!!! It was raining heavily. I made an attempt to recall yesterday’s events. It was not easy but I coped. When I had the complete picture of what had happened to me last night I thought of Karl.
Jumping up from my bed I rushed downstairs. No one… I found pizza on the table in the kitchen. No notes, nothing!..
I went upstairs and filled the bath with hot water. At first I was sitting on the edge with my feet in the water, then slid down. For a few minutes I lay still, not a single thought in my head! I started stroking my belly. The last night events now were lively in my head.
I liked Karl, he was an interesting man and possibly a good lover. While we had been talking in the restaurant I asked myself what sex would be like with him…
And now I was reflecting about it again. I envisioned his cock, his hairy chest arms, legs, unshaved pubis. He seemed to me a rude but very passionate man, who liked to bring pleasures to his lovers. I fancied us lying on the floor of this very bathroom. He was fucking me fiercely with his huge dick (for some reason I had no doubts that his tool was big). He fucked either my pussy or butt. Then he put me on the toilet with my breast and kept on pumping me from behind…
Envisioning him with me I was rubbing my pussy, though it wasn’t enough for me. I suddenly recalled that a few days ago I’d found my Mum’s vibrator which was in the wardrobe now… I left the bath and went to my room. Having opened the wardrobe I found what I wanted. It was a pink dildo of about 9 inches long. I took it and returned to the bath.
I plunged into the water and put my right leg on the edge of the tub, then set the dildo against my pussy and inserted it slowly inside. My fantasy was now with me again… Warm water, nice music, lavender and rose aromas, and a rather fat vibrator which belonged to my mother (that even increased the sensation) made me climax very fast. Of course, it wasn’t the best orgasm I had ever stimulated myself to, but generally it was Ok.
I had a shower then, dried myself and spread some oil over my body. I felt terrific! After that I observed myself in the mirror for some time. I definitely liked the view of my nudity, especially wet hair and tanned skin sparkling with the oil. I put on the bathrobe and remembered about Diane!
I had a few missed calls on my mobile. Two of them were new for me, one was from Diane and the last - from my mother. The first person I decided to call was my friend. She told me that after leaving the club yesterday they went to the apartment of the one whose name day was. There were 5 of them, no wonder that they had a great gang bang. It was very much in Diane’s way…
I can’t say something in her story was new or extraordinary for me. Diane was very happy and felt glad for her. In my turn I told her about my night. It was just a good girls’ talk… We had no plans for the evening. It was raining…
Had I hardly hung up the receiver when someone called. I didn’t know this number… It was Karl calling. He asked me how I was feeling and then added that he was on his way to me. His flight had been delayed and he decided to spent the night with me. He asked if I didn’t mind his coming but this actually sounded like a decision rather than a question.
I surely didn’t mind but told him my house had an alarm system and in case he molested me I needed just to push the secret button. The police would come for him pretty soon. He promised he wouldn’t molest me.
I started smartening up myself for his arrival. About 30 minutes later I heard the doorbell. It was him…
It was still raining heavily and Karl was wet through. He had a bottle of wine and a box of nice candies in his hands.
I couldn’t use the fireplace in my house, neither could my mother. But we always had wood in it. Karl put a paper under it and lit it with a match. It was done, so quickly…
We sat on the sofa in front of the fire. Karl opened the bottle and the candies which I put into a little vase… The light was off, slow music was playing. Everything was nice and romantic. Karl was so pleasant especially when compared to him yesterday. I liked him even more.
He had a good sense of humor. He knew when to tell jokes and which jokes were appropriate for this or that moment. We finished the wine fast and started drinking my martini.
Drinks and romantic atmosphere made us feel relaxed and soon Karl’s right arm went around my waist. His left hand was stroking my knee and arm. He would press to my ear carefully and whisper some funny things which made me laugh… He rose and allowed me his hand, asking me for a dance. I agreed. He embraced me and was stroking my arm tenderly. We were dancing and dancing…
His hand was so warm and pleasant… It brought me pleasures. He took my hand and stroked every finger. Then his palm lay on my neck softly. I bent my head towards it and pressed my cheek to it. He pulled me to him. His arm was holding me tight. The other hand slid down… I didn’t mind.
By the way, I was wearing a black dress a bit up my knees. The dress had a long slit on the back. My fishnet stockings looked very sexy and I knew it…
His hand lay on my butt. Karl started kneading it through the fabric pressing me tighter to him. I closed my eyes and kissed his neck. He responded by a harsh slap. Then he pulled my dress up and his hand slid between my cheeks… He was rubbing my hole now… At this moment our
lips joined in a wild passionate kiss… He raised me and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
A minute later he pressed me to the wall in this position. Then Karl carried me to the sofa and put me on my back. He sat beside me, put my leg on his shoulder and began caressing the inner part of my thighs… I moaned from pleasure…
I hadn’t had a man to lick me for a long time. He slowly pressed to my pussy and I felt him moving my panties aside. His tongue slid between my lips, then again and again. He was licking me.
Karl’s tongue entered me, slid along the walls, touched the clit… It was enough for me to climax… Then he positioned me in a doggy fashion and licked me again. I heard the fabric cracked. I didn’t feel it but understood these were my panties. The hot head pressed to my cunt. I moved a bit forward and he penetrated me slowly…
He had a middle-sized cock… He thrust up to the balls. I crawled a little closer to the wall and leaned against it. The cock fell out but Karl wasn’t going to stop. A moment later his dick was inside. I let out a moan.
He started fucking me quickly thrusting the whole length of his tool into me (it was about 9,5 inch long). Then he tore away my dress sharply. It was a very expensive dress! He bent and gripped my boobs building the tempo. He was biting my neck and back. In five minutes I heard his breathing got faster. To be precise, he was panting. The thrusts were sharp and chaotic. I didn’t want him to ejaculate into me. As soon as I shouted “On my back!!!” he released my tits, pulled the cock out and burst out. The warmth of him semen flowing over my back made me excited a lot, it brought me unspeakable pleasure and a wave of orgasm consumed me…
For a couple of minutes I stood motionless thinking about what had just happened. Karl lit a cigarette and sat near me. He allowed me to take a puff, then stood up, took my torn gown and left the room.
I was going to the bathroom, even rose from the sofa when he stopped me. He kissed my lips, turned me with my back to him and began wiping my back tenderly and carefully. Then he bent me forward and asked to part my legs. He wiped my pussy as well. His care impressed me.
It may seem strange but this turned me on a lot. I turned to him. He was still wearing a shirt and trousers. I twitched his shirt and his buttons tore away one after the other… I was right – his chest was hairy and beefy…
I started kissing his chest sucking and biting his nipples. Then I lowered down keeping on fondling my man… I soon was on my knees. Karl didn’t bother me or took the initiative. I undid his trousers and pulled them down together with the boxers. He stepped out. There was a shaved pubis, a huge scrotum and a big cock in front of my face. I licked my lips and looked up at Karl. He was watching me, clearly expecting a nice blow job.
I took his dick into my left hand. He was already erected. Then I stroked the stem, touched the bollocks… I must say his cock was gorgeous! I took it with two of my fingers, right at the base, opened my mouth and swallowed the head. I licked it thoroughly, then put it into my mouth again. When my nose pressed against his pubis I stopped and moved back in no hurry…
The dick was covered in my saliva all over. I wrapped it with my hand and raised it. I took Karl’s left bullock into my mouth, sucked it deeper inside, my hand was jacking off the cock at the same time… The man let out a long loud moan. I repeated the procedure with the right bollock and returned to the shaft. It didn’t last long. Karl raised me pulling my shoulders up and kissed my lips passionately. I lowered down to the floor, turned my back to him, leaned against my elbows and arched my back… It was my favorite position… He didn’t have to be asked twice…
A moment later he was standing on his knees and a half-bent leg. He spread my halves… A usual phrase like “Let’s get to know your second hole” followed.
He wasn’t going to put his fingers inside first. He spit on my anus, spread the saliva and started penetrating me slowly. It didn’t hurt. It felt nice… I moved towards him and he was fully inside!
No slow tempo any more. He fucked me in this position for about ten minutes, fiercely and passionately. Then he lay on his side, I lay before him. He raised my leg and thrust into my ass again… Then we moved to the kitchen table…
I stopped realizing what was going on. I was screaming and moaning loudly, asking him to enter me deeper, as deep as possible! He had a strong orgasm shooting his loads into me…
When I had a shower he said he wanted to make a surprise for me. We went to the store that sold furs. We chose a fur-coat for me but Karl said it cost much more than a dress he’d torn and he wanted a compensation… I offered him to go to changing-rooms to make sure one more time that his present fit me well.
To my embarrassment he wasn’t going to limit himself with just a blow job. He pumped me right there! When I climaxed I moaned loudly… Leaving the shop I could read in the eyes of shop assistants: “A slut has paid for her fur-coat…”
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