back in the game

i'm back from holidays, and i can tell you: i'm back in the game. it took me some days of "preparation" and a real nice new year's eve party at duesseldorf to sense what i REALLY want in my life: a good hard fuck while i suck a beautiful girl's juicy cunt. there are moments in my life when i think, i cannot be so transfixed on this, i should not be so dependent on sex. but then (THANK GOD!!!) it happens again. and i just feel so... so... FULFILLED... so SATISFIED. i just love to roll myself in sticky cum, i just love the smell of sex, i just love to hear the different groans of people.
so, i'm back in the game. the time in germany was great, i will let you know when i have a little more time (things in office are crazy, at the moment). it's since a long time i did not masturbate that much, it's all the pictures i have in my mind from my german stay. even here in office: today, i already did it twice in the office toilet.
i want a fuck, again. i called l. on his mobile, and he will be paying me a visit tonight. as he lives with his gf, it will be not for the entire night. well who cares. i just need his cock today, he knows so well how i like to be taken. but he will be surprised about my new energy...

christmas holidays

bye everybody, i'm out of here. i wish you a nice christmas and a good start in the new year. i will be in duesseldorf for the next days - i'll catch up with you later (i'll be back on jan. 09).
kisses, claudia

others have fun - and me?

i know it has been some time since i wrote the last sexy post. it's just that i feel pretty un-sexy at the moment. of course, i KNOW that it would be no big problem for me having sex with someone if i only wished. but THAT'S exactly the problem - it seems that i just don't have the big drive to do it, at the moment.

this is something highly unusual for me. it already happened to me for some weeks in november, and i thought it was because of that month (which really is the worst month of the year). i had some fun in between, but here we are again. it's a week before christmas, my mind is focussed on gifts and on how to get rid of most of the paper on my desk in 5 days. no space for sex.

even if i'm stimulated pretty much. i told you about my new neighbors, c. and m. c. is the one with the oh so perfect ass. c. and m. like to be VERY loud when having sex. m. must be good in bed, as he gives her long lasting orgasms. last night, i (i!!!!) was about to knock against the wall to make them a bit more quiet. god, i felt so OLD, and in the same time, i envied them so much for having so much fun. m., different to most men, is pretty loud himself, both are cursing when they cum. in the end, i rubbed myself to a quick and not very satisfying orgasm.

it's a problem when you realise that most of your sex fantasies are running around older memories, like around that business meeting which is now 2 years ago. i just NEED some new stimulation, i think i should join this new year's eve party which at least sounds to be a bit kinky. a german friend of mine invited me, so it might very well be i will be in duesseldorf by the end of this year. i know that his parties often end with sex. and even if i'm not yet in the mood, i think that might be an option. i will see, and i will let you know.

cute asses

it has been a long weekend here, as we had some holidays. i'm back in office today, there is so much to do...

recently, a lot of my fantasies are around this particular part of the human body... obviously, there is a reason: in the flat close to mine, i have new neighbors. a young couple who married few weeks ago. she is sooooooo sexy, always wearing these very tight jeans. and she has a perfect ass. just perfect. so that's why i love to look at these pictures.

in the meanwhile...

finally, november is over, and with it my november blues. i'm LIVING again. amd i have sex, again. this thing happens to me every fall. this year, it was harder as usual. but now, it's over.

i had a pretty nice week end. friday night, i did not want to go out. i just wanted to stay home, watch a little tv. AND - i wanted to fuck. so i phoned l. l. is a good friend of mine, we know each other since years. l. has a girl friend who is really nice, i like her very much. and i like l. very much as a friend, and nothing more.

about two years ago on a particular occasion it has happened that we finished up fucking - we were both drunk, we were both horny, and we were in his car. it was as one of those teen age fucks, on a dark parking lot, it was cold, but we both were so fucking horny.

after that had happened, something in our friendship has changed. we are very good friends, but from time to time, we fuck occasionally. from my side, there are no strings attached. and i know that l. needs me as a fulfillment of his sexual desires. he really loves his girl friend, but he would never be able to convince her to watch together a porn movie, just to quote one of the things l. and i have done together.

he is my perfect match when i just want to have a nice relaxing night with a satisfying fuck. as always, he told his gf he was with his friend m. (who knows about this, and who is covering him up in these occasions). it's strange, i really do not have any bad conscience about this - guess it's mainly HIS problem, not mine, but we don't talk about this.

when he rang my door bell, i was already ready for him: i had taken a bath, and i was only on my white bathrobe (which i left hanging open) when i opened the door. he smiled, came in, his hands went in the bathrobe on my sides, and he kissed me. not the "friend-to-friend-kiss", but a deep french kiss. in the end, at least when he saw me in the bathrobe he knew why i had phoned him. well i think he ALWAYS knows...

i pinned him to the wall in my entrance and placed one hand in between his legs: he was rock hard. i opened his jeans right there, still in my entrance. he has one of the nicest cocks i've ever seen. he is not an incredible monster, but still bigger than the average. but the nicest thing is that his dick is so - straight. there is no curve. there is no vein. just a beautiful, stiff, straight piece of meat. it's a pity that i did not know l. when i was with susanna (who had a physical repulsion for the male sex organ) - i am sure l.'s cock would have pleased even her.

i sucked him in my entrance hall, gave him first lang licks over the insides of his thighs, his balls and his shaft, for then wrapping very slowly (and with a lot of warm breath) my lips over his cock head, letting him do the necessary movements. he likes it very much feeling my tight and wet mouth wrapped around his cock and taking my head in his hands for then starting to fuck slowly my face. i am able to let him slide deeper in my throat than other men. with others, i always have this big fear of choking. maybe the difference is the trust i have in l. i just enjoy it much more feeling his cock deep down my throat, it really turns me on.

so i deep throated him, playing with myself. then he lifted me and said, "let's go to your bed..." i had prepared some porn movie in the dvd, but there was not even the time to push it on for having some additional stimulation. but it was not needed, anyhow. he threw me on the bed and told me to wait on my fours. he knows i like being commanded like a street whore. so i waited totally naked on my bed, my face pushed in a cushion, my ass stretched up, my legs a little spread. and (obviously) one hand under me to play with my clit. waiting until he undressed. then he was behind me, i felt his hard cock slapping against my hand. i grabbed it and guided it right to my wet cunt. while he entered me, i pressed with my flat hand against his entering cock, he liked that very much. he liked it that much that he went back, nearly out again, asking me to do it again, and we both moaned when he pushed himself in me again. when he started to fuck me, i felt his balls slapping against my ass cheeks.

he gave me a very nice orgasm - not one of these screaming one, but a deep orgasm, coming and going in waves. he did not cum. we smoked a cigarette, then i pushed the dvd on. on my big tv screen, he saw a group orgy. a lot of women and men. men fucking women, women sucking cunts, men sucking cocks while fucking cunts. a wild bi orgy. it's an amateur film, no silicone tits, no false screams. just real people, someone a little too fat, someone with tits a little too soft. real people having real fun. i saw how l.'s dick was raising again, and i started to talk with him about the movie - he likes dirty talk just like me (he adds: "i like it when such dirty words come out of such a sweet mouth like yours."). so i said things like,

"do you like what you see, hm, l.? yeah, i see that your cock is getting hard again... turns you on to see that bitch being taken by three guys... look how deep he pushes his cock in her ass... and the other guy who grabs for the balls of the first one... hmmmm and those two girls there... look how she's opening her cunt for her... with both hands... come on, show me a bit how you treat yourself, l..."

he had started to rub slowly his dick. oh, i nearly forgot: he is one of the few men who shaves. it is very nice to see, there is no hair at all on his balls or over his cock. he was hard again very quickly. when he saw a cock changing constantly between a tight asshole and a waiting open hanging mouth, he said,

"uhhh, come on, claudia, and suck me again..."

he was sitting in my bed, his spine leaning against the wall, and i lowered myself again over his cock. he likes it very much when i slide with my hair over his belly and his dick before giving him a blow job. he enjoyed it very much. this time, i gave him no chance. i stimulated his cock with my tongue while letting him again slide deep in me. with one hand, i went under his ass and probed around his ass hole.

i made him cum in my mouth. he is one of the few men i allow to do so. and i really enjoy it. i enjoy the feel of the cock starting to pulsate. i enjoy the feel of him trying to get out of my mouth, i enjoy to show him that i want him to stay, and i enjoy how he then relaxes, and how he cums with a load groan. he has a lot of cum. i like the feel of this sticky slimy stuff shooting against the back of my throat. and i like the taste (at least, l.'s taste). but the thing i like most is to be the perfect slut, to withdraw from him, to sit up, and to let some of his cum ooze out of my mouth, letting it run over my chin, my throat and dribble down off me. i see it in the looks of men who have seen me like that: that's their massive turn on, and they will wank hundred's of times with my cum covered face in their imagination. l. has told me that for him, that picture in the head sometimes is sexier than having sex.

later on friday night, we had one other good fuck (this time, he was on his back, and i was sitting on top - i like that very much, especially with a partner like l. he has this look, full of arousal, of desire, while he fondles my tits and while i ride back and forth on his cock). at 2 am he went home. i know from him that often on these occasions, he still has one more shot for his gf. he told me that it was something he had in his head, he just HAD to make love to her too, maybe for feeling a little less shabby. again: HIS problem, not mine...

saturday evening, i went out with my friend m. m. is bi, just as me, and we have had some pretty wonderful nights together. since some months though, we have not had anything together anymore - no real reason for that, our friendship is still okay, but somehow the desire for the other has become less. m. is smaller than me. she is really skinny, with long curly hair. we went to a club known in my town for it's bi guests, both men and women. i'm not going there for finding a sex partner, but mostly, because it's a nice place. clean. nice people. very good music (a female dj who is just... oh!). we got to know this guy. he was very young - he told us he was in the last year of high school which means 17 or 18 years old. m. and i played around a bit with him - we noticed how he was getting turned on when i threw my arms around m.'s waist, or when she leaned back to give me a small kiss. later in the night, we talked with him, and i found out that he had gone to the club because he had some gay feelings.

but i saw from his eyes that he also was highly attracted by m. and me. m. and i decided to have a little fun with f. we went to m.'s place (she is living together with another girl who was away for the weekend). when we arrived at m.'s appartment, m. and i started to kiss, always with open eyes, always looking what f. was doing. when we started to open each other's blouse, f. did not know what to do. he was just sitting there, rubbing hiddenly over his jeans.

i like m.'s tits - although she is so skinny, her tits are fuller than mine. her nipples are dark brown, and they get very pointy when she is turned on. f. tried to touch us, but we told him to leave us alone. haha! the poor guy was just sitting there. he just did not know what to do, while we started to really get into it, always observing him from the corners of our eyes.

then, at a certain point (we were only in our panties while f. still was fully dressed) we decided that it was time to let him participate. we cuddeled close to him and started to give him little kisses and licks, first m., then me. my hands united with m.'s while we opened his pants.

unfortunately, he was a big failure. i had not even TOUCHED his cock when i felt his hot cum spurting against the palm of my hand. he was so turned on by the only IDEA of being together with two women that he immediately came when he was close to put his erotic fantasy into practise.

we pushed him to the side, and then m. and i did not care about him anymore for some time. m. and i 69ed side by side, i like that very much, it is highly erotic. m. has very long finger nails, and she slightly scratched with them over my ass while she pushed her tongue against my clit. i rubbed my tits against her warm belly while sliding with my nose through her very wet slit. we nearly came at the same time.

more from a sense of "duty", after that, we let it happen that f. fucked m. while i sat on her face, kissing him. this was sending him over the top, but for us, this was just part of the game, nothing more. the night could have offered more, but he simply had not been the right partner. we would have needed someone a little more experienced.

anyhow: as you can see, i'm back in life... i will go on to translate the older story as soon as i can, but i just wanted to let you know that i'm having a sex life again.

some business friend, pt. 3 (first fucks)

as he told me later, marc was really angry by now. who the fuck kirsten thought she was? who the fuck she thought HE was? every now and then, his pride wanted to rebel, every now and then, rage was building up in him, about his humiliating position, about the entire situation. but he just was not strong enough to rebel, he just had to give in the erotic, strong aura of kirsten and me. and it was this submission that turned him on again. oh yessss, he just wanted to do everything we told him to do, willingless.

laura was licking the bowl as out of her mind. she sighed, she moaned, she licked through marc's face, over his eyes, his temples, his front. she kissed him while rubbing her totally wet cunt on kirsten's foot. her ass was going up and down quicker and quicker.

laura was sooo sweet, this wonderful contrast between her innocence and her unarrested greed. marc and laura were kneeling one in front of the other, in between them the bowl that was getting pretty clean, behind them kirsten and i.

i was rubbing his cock through his pants from behind. he was nice and hard. i knelt down behind him and went with both arms around him to open his pants. i had to bend a little forward doing so, and i felt marc's muscular ass pressing against my wet pussy. he stretched it out, rubbed me with it. he made me moan.

“come on, rub my cunt, i need it... ohhhh... i'm so wet, i would love to cummmm....”

marc kissed laura deeply over the bowl, both heads raised during their kiss. kirsten just stood behind laura and looked down at her employee and the little waitress.

laura was desirous like a litte kitten that was locked in the basement for ours and that now was getting a cup of milk. her tongue was everywhere, pleasing marc's chest, she grabbed him, bit him in his throat, massaging afterwards with her tongue, leaving a love bite.

marc grabbed for laura's tits that were pressing against the tight blouse. without any tenderness he was kneading her nipples. she reacted so strongly that they broke their french kiss, and she groaned loudly,

“siiii, siiii... mia figa...” (“yessss, yess... my cunt...”)

the whore was horny. this day was the horniest day of her life. his hands grabbed under her skirt, her hips were moving violently back and forth. she took his hand and guided it into her totally wet panties. marc told me that he felt that her cunt juice was running down the insides of her thighs. and i have no doubt to believe that: she really was terribly arroused. demanding and horny her fingernails dug in his back to pull him close to her.

he rubbed her, well, it's more correct to say he FUCKED her with his hand. he said that in the beginning, he just placed his hand over her pussy, fondling it. but quickly his middlefinger sank into her cunt, sliding in down to the knuckle. she was only groaning sounds like an animal in heat.

she babbled something in italian, he did not understand, but he felt her intensive reaction when i fullfilled her desire and gave her a deep french kiss. kissing her, i held my eyes open, i wanted to see kirsten's reaction. she was still standing behind laura, and it seemed as if she did not really know what to do. my eeyes went down to kirsten's foot, and she understood.

with her foot, she now rubbed over marc's hand that was fucking laura's pussy. marc let out a groan of horniness. when he took the naked foot of his boss and rubbed it roughly over laura's wet slit, also kirsten's knees buckled of lust, she now was sitting with spread legs behind laura who was stroking her wet pussy willingly over kirsten's foot.

marc's cock in my hand pulsated, and that was when i aspirated from behind in his ear,

“fuck her now, fuck the little whore... fuck her, marc... i wanna see how you give it to her real good... wanna see how you nail her with all your force...”

the little waitress looked at me innocently. once again, she did not quite understand what i had told marc. i kissed her directly on her little sweet slutty mouth, enjoying her little pointed tongue roaming like hell in and out of my mouth.

while kissing her like that over marc's shoulder, both his hands grabbed for collar of laura's blouse. i saw and i felt how his muscles were working, and then i heard the electrifying sound of ripping fabrics. the buttons of her blouse were flying around in my kitchen, and laura's beautifully shaped tits were now bouncing in the air. her tits were slightly bigger than mine, but not gigantic, either. her nipples had a light rose colour and were standing out proudly, the girl really was very much aroused.

slowly, i pushed her back, and she fell backwards – right in kirsten's arms who sat behind her and still did not know how this was going to continue.

marc did not care about all this very much, his hands were all over the skirt of the maid, and when he finally managed to open the zip, he dragged it down, together with her soaked slip. down only to her knees, he just couldn't wait any longer.

marc placed laura in front of him, raised her legs in the air, pulled her closer to him. i grabbed from behind for his cock, so nice and straight, so strong... i stroked a few times up and down, but i knew i had to stop it to avoid him cumming immediately, and i wanted that he have it to the little fuck toy he had in front of him. i guided his cock close to laura's cunt, feeling her heat and wetness with the back of my hand. the girl was wiggling agitated her ass around, looked up to marc with her angelic face and said,

“siiii... dai, scopami adesso... ohhh voglio il tuo cazzo nella mia figa, dai... scopami...” (“yessss... come on, fuck me now... ohhh i want your cock in my pussy, come one... fuck me...”

the rest of her obsceneties discharged into a long, groaning moan when his cock in one movement vanished directly deep in her cunt. i gave marc a hard slap on his firm ass and said to him,

“now, you're going to give it to her, but do it good, okay?”

then i stood up, standing close to the fucking couple with slightly spread legs, watching how marc was nearly completely withdrawing his cock out of her for slamming it again deep and hard in her. her cunt was making increadible smacking noises while he slowly started to pick up pace.

laura's cute curly head was placed in kirsten's lap. marc's boss was still half laying under the girl that was getting it from her assistant. kirsten was looking up to me, and again, in her look was this strange mixture of horniness, challenge, contempt, and cruelty. i was feeling strangely... i didn't want top give her all that power, but... somehow i had a bad conscience. there was no real reason for it, but something in this woman scared me, i had a lot of respect for her.

marc was nailing very hard the cunt of laura, the fuck slut that was so willingly taking his manhood. i had dragged his pants only down to his knees, both marc and laura being thus still half clothed.

marc who had understood my pleasure in hearing dirty talk from our experience in the bathroom of the café, said,

“oh yessss... you fucking cunt... come on, fuck against my cock, arch up your nice wet fuck hole! ahhhh... i fuck you, you filthy slut, i fuck you like nobody ever has...”

i rooted for him,

“ahhhh yesss, marc, just nail her quick and hard, do you hear me, the girl needs that, she wants it so much now...”

marc's ass was moving quickly up and down over the young body of the waitress. she wasn't whimpering anymore, she was a randy demanding woman now. loudly she was barking out obsceneties.

both had not anymore eyes for what was happening around them. on the one side, yes, they were obeying to our commands. but on the other hand, even the strong kirsten or i would not have been at all able to stop them now. the girl's hair was sticking in her sweaty innocent face. she just looked so fuckable in her torn blouse...

marc looked up to kirsten. he has told me that he never had seen her so close to a woman in a situation like this. he knew that she liked to watch, but like this... she was nearly a pillow for both fuckers. and now she even threw her arm losely over laura's tits from behind.

the girl's breath went faster and faster. i am sure that marc sensed how she got hornier and hornier. kirsten was touching her only very tenderly, caressing she fondled around laura's firm little hills. marc was fucking vigorously the young whore's smacking cunt that she greedily and hungry was arching up against him. but in her eyes he saw that her fullest attention, her real horniness was focussed on the exploring hands from his boss.

kirsten was still completed dressed. her hair do was a little derranged, and she had taken her high heels off. i looked down to her, then to the fucking couple, and standing over the three, i started to rub unscrupulously my wet and smacking cunt.

that's how it went on for a little while. marc fucked the girl who was fondled at the same time by kirsten from behind, and i was standing to the left of kirsten and was rubbing myself. slowly, i moved closer and closer to marc's boss who was feeling laura's back of her head pushing against her pussy in her jeans with every one of marc's fuckstrokes. kirsten smiled at her assistant. he was pleased and thought that she had reconciled with him. but she was just allowing herself to float with the events as they were happening. the evening was still long...

laura was very close to orgasm now, you could tell it from her voice, from her reaction, from her movements. kirsten was always fondling around her tits, touching only very slightly the concavities, but never did she touch laura's nipples, which was driving the girl insane.

with a sweet smile, kirsten looked down at her devoted employee. then, with a quick move, she took the girl's stiff nipples between her thumbs and middlefingers and rolled them for a short moment tenderly in between the fingertips. the little waitress reacted immediately, her voice was pitching higher, her groans more and more animal-like. and then, kirsten smile froze while she was suddenly pressing very hard, pinching both of laura's sweet rose nipples. the girl jerked shortly because of the pain, then she was very silent, a short, very tiny moment, for then cumming very violently, making her buck up and down like a horse.

i saw how this sudden and sadistic move of kirsten had crossed marc's plans. he slid out of her and hadn't anymore any sustain. he fell on top of the cumming laura, but the girl needed it so badly now that she pushed him violently away, just to be able to reach her own cunt with both of her hands, fucking herself while her cunt juices left a puddle under her on my kitchen floor.

“ahhhiiiiiiiiiiiii vengooooooooooooo vengoooooooooooooooooo....” (“ahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii i'm cummmmmmming i'm cummmmmmmming...”,

the young girl was screaming as if insane, holding with her left hand her squirting cunt open for fucking herself with four fingers of her right hand digging deep in herself while throwing her sweaty face to the sides on kirstens belly, and kirsten pinched her again in both stiff nipples at the same time. the little waitress threw up her hips, her juices still squirting out of her pussy, and right now, she gave it to herself nearly brutally, there was no tenderness at all, but only brutal, animal-like horniness.

while i was looking down at the little whore i couldn't help but to envy laura for her orgasm. all this was so new for the young girl. then i looked over to kirsten who was still laying half under laura. it was unbelievable, apart from her face that was a bit heated up, apart from some hair that was out of the perfect order, kirsten seemed to be a rather coolish observer of everything that was happening. the fact that she had touched laura's blossoming tits was less due to her horniness. she was smiling a bit perfidiously up to me.

“what a bitch”,

i was thinking. all this was a little game for kirsten, she just didn't want marc and laura to come together, she had known that the little waitress had been very very close to the edge, and so she had decided to go for the young girl's tits, just to push her in her orgasm.

marc was kneeling in between laura's open legs, his cock was steeply raging and glistened over and over of laura's cunt juice. the girl was still moaning, but her movements now became e bit slower, and on her tender skin, there were goose bumps, her body jerked over and over again, she agitated. slightly brutally, kirsten pushed laura off herself, and the little girl rolled to her side, both hands still in between her legs, and whimpered of lust.

kirsten straightened her clothes and stood up slowly, not losing eye contact with me. when laura had started to cum, i had stopped to please myself, i didn't want to spoil an orgasm when there were so many hands, mouths, tongues, tits, asses, cunts and a cock to satisfy me. i was just standing there, from somewhere in the kitchen i had found a half full glass of prosecco, and i was sipping a bit.

all three of us didn't care that much about marc in that moment. from the corner of my eye i saw how he was rubbing tenderly his cock to hold it hard. but marc knew his place in that moment, he was kneeling there with his pants around his knees, staring at me and kirsten.

“hey kirsten, would you like a little refreshment?”,

i asked his boss and waved with the glass.

“why not?”,

she said and went with a glass in front of me. we clinked glasses and looked each other deep in the eyes.

“again: to a wonderful evening and a wonderful night...”,

kirsten said with a little croaky voice. then she drank that rapidly that a bit of prosecco ran down her chin. i stretched out my hand to wipe the prosecco from her chin, then i licked my fingers.

kirsten smiled, then she drank again a sip, and this time she did it on purpose: again, the fresh and sparkling wine was running from the corner of her mouth over her chin and her throat, dropping on her black t shirt. i observed a very tiny change, her t shirt had slid out of her jeans, it was just hanging lose over her jeans, and i could see that it was a little too short, i saw a bit of the tanned skin of her flat belly.

again, i reached out with my hand and wiped the wine off her face. but when i wanted to lick my fingers again, kirsten suddenly held my wrist.

i looked down to marc who was still kneeling on my kitchen floor, his pants around his knees, and rubbing his cock while watching us. he has told me that he really didn't know about this lesbian side of kirsten by then.

we were just forgetting about anything around us. kirsten held my wrist, guiding my hand back to her face. i was trembling very slightly, my hand, my bottom lip, even my legs. marc stopped to masturbate, he just held his cock with both hands, not knowing if there was the need for his dick maybe in a few moments. laura's horny whimpering was slowly fading away. the girl was now fondling all her body, she was not hammering anymore just her cunt. her pussy juice smelled so sweet...

kirsten guided my hand to her mouth, locking her eyes with mine. she kissed my fingers without licking them. she kissed very tenderly my fingertips, and my stomach in the tight rubber dress began to fly up and down. kirsten kissed my thumb and took my wrist to slowly blow very little kisses in the palm of my hand.

“do you like that feeling, claudia? you taste so nicely... your cunt juice has mixed with the prosecco... hmmmmm... hmmmm...”

she now sucked at my fingers.

“yummy... that's tasting sooooo good, claudia. wanna try?”

“y... yes...”,

i answered with a husky voice. i leaned with my shoulders back to the fridge, thinking that kirsten now would have offered her own hand to me. i would have loved to take her right hand and to guide it to my mouth... i looked to her in surprise when kirsten held my hand firmly. kirsten smiled while dipping two fingers in the glass with prosecco that was on the sideboard close to us. with a quick, surprising move she stretched her hand between my legs and slid it over my wet pussy, once, twice, three times.

i was so surprised that i didn't even have the time to react, no groan, no sigh, no hip movement. i just stared at kirsten with wide eyes. and kirsten smiled, she gave me this little horny smile. then she took her hand to her nose.

“hmmm, you are smelling soooo good, claudia. ahhhh...”

she licked the first of four fingers.

“so gooooood... taste it!”,

she said, rubbing me her hand hard in my face.

eagerly, i stuck out my tongue, somehow i managed to arrive at kirsten's hand rubbing hard in my face and to lick my own cunt juice off of it. i was getting dizzy from my own scent, from my own taste, and i sank to the floor.

the broadly grinning kirsten had only waited for this, with her back to my face she sat down on my stomach. she was not very light, but in this moment, the pressure of her weight on my stomach simply increased my horniness. in this moment, i only saw her round ass in the tight jeans, but then, when kirsten bended slightly forward and her t shirt slid a bit up, i saw that kirsten was wearing a black string slip under her jeans.

i felt how kirsten was pushing a bit my rubber dress up, disrobing my cunt. while doing so, she was talking mostly to herself,

“oh, what a beautiful wet pussy... oh, claudia has such a nice juicy fat cunt... and she wants it... oh yest, and HOW she wants it... she is so fucking wet...”

then she raised shortly to take the glass of prosecco from the sideboard. marc sat in a corner of the kitchen and observed fascinated how his boss poured slowly from quite some height the sparkling wine on my cunt. the ice cold prosecco splattered over my swollen lips and onto my hard clit, and i had to inhale sharply the air. i had not been prepared for this.

“beautiful italian cunt...”,

kirsten muttered, then she bended down again, and suddenly, there was her nose plowing my lips hardly and demanding. i have had sex a lot of times with women, so i knew immediately: it was not the first time that kirsten was pleasuring a pussy.

i moaned slightly under her, opening my legs a little, allowing kirsten a better access to my cunt. kirsten placed both her hands under my now bare ass, pulled up my hips, dragged my pussy in her face to bath in my cunt juice. i felt how she started to use her tongue, with short, light slaps she went over my smoothly shaved lips until she finally arrived at my clit. she placed the tip of her tongue on it and then, kirsten pressed me tightly against her... ohhh, electric shocks went through my body. kirsten knew so well to pleasure a woman...

marc had come close to us. he was kneeling on the side of my head, fondling silently his card cock. he told me that in that moment, he wanted to say or do something, but he had also the fear to ruin the magic of the moment. and that's why he just sat there on his heels wanking while his boss licked me. i placed both of my hands on kirsten's inviting ass and tried to push her hips a bit down for having further stimulation on my tits.

kirsten raised again my hips, and her long and experienced fingers started to explore my ass crack while stimulating all the time my clit with her tongue and her teeth.

ahhhh, i was getting so turned on by this very tender, very reluctant way kirsten treated me. she seemed not to be interested at all in her own fun, she was only concentrating in giving me maximum pleasure.

while marc continued to wank his cock with one hand, with the other he went through my face and over my lips. i was licking hungrily after it, but did not succeed to catch his fingers. his hand went over my throat, over my adam's apple, and i thought for a short moment,

“my god if he pushes now, i will be dead the same moment, but i will die with a huge orgasm...”

but his hand went further, his target was the zip of my rubber dress, and he pulled it open piece by piece. kirsten lifted her ass a little to enable marc to open the zip also under her.

my soft skin was now bare in the air, i was totally soaked in sweat, and the hard jeans cotton rubbed merciless over it. marc was just placing his hands on my clavicles, and his hard cock sprang against my cheek, when the door bell rang...

some business friend, pt. 2 (messing with tiramisu)

marc told me he felt totally drained when he went in taxi back to the hotel. he could hardly believe what just had happened. he was fascinated how i had dominated the little waitress, how i had controlled her in every moment, how i had turned her into a greedy, uninhibited piece to fuck. and he was thinking about my ass, had had wanted so much to shoot his cum deep in my ass... but then, when he had the chance to fuck the mouth of the young girl while i had bitten and sucked her clit.

he told me that as from alone his hand was again in between his legs while sitting in the taxi, and his cock was hard again. but he was also glad to have this little break to regenerate. he wanted to be fit for the evening. he was so glad to have missed that plane...

when he arrived at the hotel, kirsten was already waiting for him in the lobby. kirsten was rather tall (1,85m), she always wore clothes that underlined her slim body, her long blonde hair was rigorously pinned up.
What she was wearing that afternoon was one of marc's favorites, a pair of old, shabby jeans and a t shirt that she was pushing deep and tightly in her jeans to allow people to sense her perfect body, the heavy and full tits and the flat stomach. the jeans clutched tightly to her round ass and her legs. he loved her in that outfit that was so different to the normally perfect styling known from office.

“hey, what's the matter with you, you look terrible!”,

said kirsten.

“did somebody attack you?”

marc answered a bit embarrassed,

“errr... yes, you could say so...”

he told me later that in that moment, kirsten had noted the stains on his clothes and had smelled briefly on them.

“ohhh... we had a little fun, didn't we?”

“>a little< onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2649/607/1600/fd2.jpg"> only once the guts to wear it. it is so tigh and clutched to the body that it is totally impossible to wear anything else under it. the rubber of the dress creaked when i took it on, and i was nearly breathless when i closed the zip that went diagonal from my hip to my breast. the dress was high-necked and sleeveless.

but when i twisted and turned in front of the gigantic mirror standing in front of my bed, i also noticed how daring this dress really was: it snuggled perfectly against my body, not only the small concavities of my tits, but also my nipples showed through the black shiny material, even my belly button showed. but the dress was mainly VERY short.

i positioned myself with my back to the mirror, spread my legs slightly and looked back over my shoulder. thanks to the position of my legs the rubber stretched even more over my ass, and the dress was so short that you could see the beginning of my ass cheeks. i noticed how my own look made me horny again, over and over, i felt little twitches in my pussy, and i felt how i was getting wet yet again. i was about to rub myself again when i heard someone embarrassed clearing her throat.

“scusi, ma non c'era una porta per bussare...” (“i am sorry, but there was no dorr to knock...”,

said laura with a dark red face. she had my white fleecy soft bathrobe on. her eyes couldn't leave me, they wandered anxiously over my body that was now underlined so well by the black rubber dress.

“lei... lei è bellissima...” (“you... you are gorgeous...”),

she stuttered embarrassed.

i thanked her, then i took a uniform for a maid from the closet that i had bought when i was with susanna (we had had some fun in role playing). laura was more or less susanna's size, i was sure it fitted her well.

the little girl took the uniform and went with quick passes back to the bathroom. right now, suddenly she nearly was embarrassed to change in front of me, even if only a few hours earlier, she had layed under me groaning to lick her cunt.

but all in all i was pleased by this development, as i wanted this little young unexperienced waitress around me while i had fun with other open adults. i went in the open kitchen and waited for laura.

she came in, and i saw immediately that the uniform fitted really well. only the blouse was a little tight, laura's tits were bigger than susanna's, so that the blouse opened between button and button, giving laura a little slutty note – i would have never succeded to have her that perfectly, if i had planned this. the simple black skirt was nice and tight over her slightly too round ass, and the little white apron nearly screamed for being ripped off.

i told her she was looking perfect and introduced her in her duties for the evening. first, the girl shook her head, no, she really was not going to do that, but then i opened my wallet and gave her some other bank notes, that made her smile, she didn't know how to handle her luck, and suddenly, she is again open for everything. she really was a whore, but this affinity to money i would have exploited that night – if she would have been slightly fractious (which i thought was possible to happen, with the game i was about to set up), i knew how to make her compliant. laura wanted money, i had money, enough money to buy myself laura's total submission for this weekend, if that was necessary.

as soon as i had finished with my instructions, the door bell rang. i went in the living zone, and laura went to open the door.

marc was looking up and down the waitress and dithered for a second if he should show that he and the waitress did know each other, but kirsten did not even really notice the girl, she was used to the thought that people with a flat like mine had their private maid. nevertheless she gave marc a little hidden smile and licked shortly over her lips, marc told me later. he found laura really sweet, and he felt how his cock started to move again. well, the break during the afternoon had been something good... he disrobed his jacket. kirsten did not dress up particularly, she was still in her old jeans and her t shirt. she had brought a big bag. laura was guiding both in my appartment.

i was standing on the roof patio with a cocktail in my hand, and i saw from marc's looks that i was looking realy good. i greeted them with the typical mediterranean kisses on the cheeks, and laura served cocktails.

kirsten and marc made their compliments about my flat. when marc heard that i was expecting still other guests, he said,

“oh, i hope the way we're dressed is okay, claudia. i mean...”

“ah no, don't worry, everybody has to feel comfortable, the more casual, the better. that's how i dressed myself. casual, that is.”

i saw that kirsten was deep angry, she would have loved to smash marc against the wall. i saw their embarrassement, and i thought it was time to break the ice a little. using the excuse that we should have a toast to the contract, i told them that in italy, the important things were sealed with a little kiss. marc and i clinked glasses, and we kissed shortly. then i went to kirsten, and it seemed she slightly trembled. i went closer and closer, very slowly, playfully prolonging this moment, but kirsten didn't want to play. she did not move a millimeter, and in the end, i pressed my lips on hers.

the kiss seemed to have a good effect on kirsten's humour, i felt that she enjoyed to feel my lips. slowly, we broke the kiss and looked over to marc and laura that had been staring at us. i raised the glass and said,

“a toast to this evening... i think dinner can be served now...”

marc looked at me, and i saw in his hungry eyes that he wanted to open the zip of my dress with his teeth. i smiled at him. his eyes wandered down my body, in between my legs, magically attracted by my pussy. how he wished in that moment to be able to see it again... well, i was being nice, i did spread again slightly my legs, and immediately my dress slid slightly upwards, and he had a quick glimpse of my cunt.

we went to the table.

i had a strange sensation. somehow, kirsten still seemed angry. i as a host would have had a tough job to turn this evening into a success. i guided them to the table, then i went to laura in the kitchen to help her.

in the kitchen, i went behind laura who was decanting the pasta water, and hugged her from behind, pressing myself a bit more than necessary against her. i felt how she arched her slightly shivering ass against me. the slut was really always horny, i thought. i asked her where her stupid boyfriend was, and she answered that he wanted to come after dinner, rubbing her ass against my pussy. i told laura that i wanted that she occupied herself especially of kirsten. then i showed her the little trick i wanted her to do during the appetizers.

i went back to my silent guests. shit, both seemed to be angry on each other. i smiled at them, sat close to kirsten and said,

“well, the girl still has to learn a lot, i'm very sorry... but at least, she looks really sweet... well, kirsten, how did you spend the day?”

kirsten said,

“well, i just relaxed, miss bess... i mean, claudia...”

“how nice, so you're fit for the evening – we want to have fun tonight, don't we?”

i smiled barefaced over to marc, and he could not help but smile back at me. laura came with the appetizers and icecold prosecco. she put the glasses on the table, we clinked them again. i was observing to my delight that it seemed that kirsten was thirsty, she emptied her glass in one draft. exactly as planned, haha.

i asked laura to pour again prosecco in kirsten's glass, and the girl took the glas, turned her back to the table, and the full glass was again in front of kirsten who went on drinking swiftly. it's working just fine, i though, and even laura could not refrain from a short smile.

then, we spent a lot of time eating and chatting. slowly, kirsten relaxed more, started to make compliments about my cookery, said she particularly liked my appartment, and that it was really unbelievable that i still was not married, with all that money and with my looks.

i thanked her for the compliments, and regarding kirsten's last remark, i put my hand on her arm and looked her deep in her eyes, saying,

“it's just that mister right guy has not yet showed up, kirsten...”

then, a little giggle made its way out of my mouth, a little giggle that turned into a silly laughter, and the sillier it went, the more kirsten joined into my laughter. the powder starts to take effect, i thought, now she really is relaxed, funny and quick at repartee.

hungrily, my eyes went over kirsten's barely hidden body – the shirt allowed some looks onto her beautiful full tits, and she did not try anymore to hide from these looks. i had noticed that while talking she ran with her hands often over her own thighs, up and down, a hidden gesture of auto-erotism that i did not miss.

kirsten's legs were very tempting, they were in these very old, very tight jeans, and i was allowing myself the thought how wonderful it must have been to watch her while she peeled herself out of those jeans.

after the delicious dinner i stood up, letting slide my napkin to the floor, and i bended down to present my ass to my guest. their conversation fell silent while i bended down, and i physically felt the looks of both, how they slid over my round and firm ass, down my crack up to my wet pussy that really wanted a good serving soon.

but in this moment, i still wanted to play a bit with my guest, i wanted to heat them up for later. i asked them if they wanted to see the appartment, and i began to show them everything: the nice and big roof patio, my living zone, my studio and my kitchen.

there, laura was sitting with her legs spread wide open on a chair, the bowl with the rest of tiramisu in between her knees, licking her hand. with a full mouth, she looked surprise up to us saying,

“oh... sorry... hai... was so good...”

i barked at her, and i felt how my guests winced.

“listen, girl, are you out of your mind?!? what do you think where you are?!? in the little fucking café where i found you, or what?!?”

“hai... hai ham so sorry, miss claudia... hai... no eat hanymore...”

“no, no, no, girlie, you are going to continue to eat... i want to see that you eat all the rest of this bowl... and we will watch you while you eat, laura... and in the end, you're going to lick the bowl nice and clean, understood?!?”

kirsten wanted to say something, but marc placed his hand on her arm and made her understand that this was okay. she shrugged shortly, maybe thinking “different countries different customs” and sat down on a chair in front of laura, exactly as marc and i.

the girl with her chocolate smeared mouth looked doubtfully from one to other in front of her, then she sank her fingers again in the soft mascarpone cream, guiding them then with pleasure to her mouth, sticking three fingers in between her lips and sucking loudly at them. she really looked sexy, sitting there in front of me and my guests, and my looks followed curiously a drop of sweat that was running down her throat into her cleavage. laura was warm, and it seemed to turn her on to turn us three in front of her on, so she sank her fingers the next time a little more lasciviously in the bowl, dragging her fingers through the creme, looking at marc, kirsten and me provokingly.

marc understood her game and my wishes first and turned himself to me.

“this tiramisu really was delicious, claudia. any chance for a refill?”

i smiled at him thankfully. how nice to have similar fantasies, i thought, then i answered exactly how he had expected:

“sure, marc... i'm sure laura will give you some...”

marc kneeled in front of laura who was still dragging her fingers through the creme. then she held her hand over marc's mouth, and a few drops of creme fell on his lips.he licked with his tongue to catch them, and in this moment the little horny slut placed her hand on his mouth, feeding him with tiramisu.

i sat close to kirsten who wanted to stand up. i took her hand and pulled her back on the chair.

“you do not really want to go away, don't you, kirsten? isn't it nice to see that marc really enjoyed my tiramisu?”

i just pretended as if all this had no erotic component at all, as if it was totally normal that my maid was feeding my guest in this way, even now when laura started to rub her fingers all over his face, spreading the cream all over his face...

marc enjoyed it throughly. he always tried to catch her wildly roaming fingers with his mouth to suck the creme off them, but he nearly never succeded, she spread more and more creme in his face. then on his throat. she took his face in both of her hands and bended down to him.

her tongue went right and deep in his mouth, claiming his tongue, greedily she sucked his mouth. she broke the kiss slightly without losing the hold of his tongue, dragging him up at his tongue. then she dipped her fingers again in the cream, letting dribble down some drops in his face that he greedily tried to catch, but most drbbled on his shirt.

she giggled a bit and bended down to him once more. she wanted to lick with her tongue the stains on his shirt, but naturally, that made things only worse, in the end, there were also her hand prints on the shirt, ruining it totally. i broke the game suddenly with a hard and sharp voice.

“listen, are you totally stupid, you fucking slut?!? i told you to offer marc some tiramisu, not to make him totally filthy!”

marc looked up to me, i was standing close to both. my cunt was wet all over. i am sure marc was able to see it glistening.

“hai... oh hai ham so sorry signora... hai... just wanted...”

“i don't give a fuck what you wanted, piccola troietta. you are going to clean all this mess up, at least what still can be saved.”

laura looked up to me, her little stupid face was a big questionmark.

“well, his shirt is gone, but maybe you can lick at least his face and his throat clean. come on, do it, laura!”

marc knelt down in front of her and closed his eyes. oh yes, the little slut finally has understood, greedily her toungue traced through the cream on his face. every now and then, she kissed marc tenderly. i saw the happy smile in marc's face. his thought must have been: that is real hospitality. slowly laura woked her way down his throat, close to one of his favorite spots to feel a tongue, where neck and shoulder meet.

without hesitation she opened the first button of his shirt to follow the streams of the sweet mascarpone cream, then the second, the third. in the end, all the shirt was open and he put it off. she went over his muscular chest. sometimes she couldn't control herself and touched his flesh with her dirty hands. then she had to use her tongue again. this went on for quite a while, and observing marc's stiff nipples it was easy to tell that he liked his treatment.

“well, that's enough for the moment. you can stop now. well done, sweetheart.”,

i said. she looked up, asking,

“yes... did you... you like job i do?”

“for now, it's okay, honey. but i see that the bowl is not yet clean! i've told you to lick it clean in front of us! do you have a problem with your ears, little whore? down on your knees! on your knees, i said!!! now put the bowl in front of you, just like a dog bowl. come on now! lick it clean! on all your fours, just like a hungry randy bitch!!!”

“hai... ohhh signora... hai have eat soooo much... hai sick, hai sick....”

“what?! you dare to refuse my orders, slut? wait, just wait, i'll show you what it means...”

i had already raised my hand to give her a slap in her stupid fearful face, when suddenly kirsten was close to me and held my hand. i was totally surprised.

“but claudia, don't be that angry? for everything there is a solution. it really was a lot of tiramisu, the bowl was half full. the poor girl! you don't want her to lay for the rest of the evening farting and belching on your couch, don't you? she could use some help... she's not the only employee in this room, is she?”

with that, she looked with a sweet smile at her assistant. that is her revenge with marc.

“what?!?”,

he said,

“i... no, kirsten, really no... i... no, i really cannot...”

SLAP – SLAP, she blew him two hard slaps in his face. he was totally perplexed. his boss had never done such a thing. okay, she had always been the dominant part, but this... i saw how something in him tried to rebel, but her incy looks stopped that immediately. she didn't even have to raise her voice, she was hissing her clear words.

“i've told you to lick that fucking bowl together with the girl, marc! i want to see both of your tongues licking ever little last piece out of the bowl. and if you do not obey to my desires, i will get angry. i mean, real angry...”

both employees bended forward, bended over the big bowl on their fours and started to lick. kirsten adn i stood in front of them and watched down on them while they snapped more and more eagerly for the tiramisu and playfully tried to catch some cream from the other's tongue. marc felt the nearness of the girl, her warmth, her aura, he was smelling her. he liked her brisk naughty tongue. they sank more and more into the game...

i really was surprised about kirsten's reaction, but obviously also the powder i had made her drink took part in her actions. a friend had given this powder to me once, and since then, i always had a little ration home. nothing dangerous, just a slight un-inhibiter, just very very stimulating sexwise. every now and then i used it when i was with partners a little uptight.

now kirsten was standing behind her assistant. she had her hand sin her hips and looked down at him.

“come on, lick it all, you sod! i want that you lick this bowl perfectly clean for our host, did you understand?”

i myself stood now behind laura who jiggled with her ass alluring while she licked. the little bitch! she wanted to make me horny, the whore, and she succeeded in it pretty well. i slapped her ass with my flat hand, it really snapped. then i hissed at her,

“hai sentito, puttana?!? voglio che la ciottola è bella pulita dopo, ti voglio vedere leccare, hai capito?! giù con la tua faccia da troia, fai come il ragazzo accanto a te... e poi, lo vedo che ti piace... tua figa è di nuovo bagnata, vero?” (“did you hear, you whore?!? i want you to lick the bowl nice and clean, do you understand?! down with your whore face, do it like the guy next to you... and then, i see it that you like it. your cunt is wet again, right?”)

munching a piece of tiramisu, the little waitress shook her head. kirsten looked over to me and said,

“please talk english to the slut, i want to understand you...”

again, i was surprised, but it really seemed that there were no more limits for kirsten, the entire situation had turned her on pretty much. her face was slightly reddend, and her hairdo was a bit disheveled. that was the moment i decided that it was the right time. while we still stood behind our employees, i said to her matter of factly:

“hey kirsten... this little waitress here said to me she was not yet horny enough... she said all this would have no effect at all to her... and that her cunt would be totally dry... the little slut... i don't believe a word of what she's saying... you don't want to test this for me, don't you?”

kirsten laughed out. a nice dominant laughter. then she shook slowly her head,

“ts ts ts, always these lying employees... that's terrible... of course i'll do it for you, claudia, also i don't believe a word of what this slut is saying... but please have a look at my assistant, i really want that he licks the bowl clean... he is a good fuck, from time to time, but he is sooo disobedient... maybe with your help i can make him reason a bit, at least tonight... he needs some comeuppance for all his little extra tours, you know... the fucker believes i don't see what he's doing behind my back, but he is wrong...”

marc looked up shortly from the bowl, all his face smeared with cream.

“but...”,

he wanted to say, but he felt immediately my hand on his ass.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

“shut the fuck up, marc! you don't say anything for a while now, got it? SLAP! lick, come on and lick the goddamn bowl clean, and then we'll see what we do with you...”

kirsten had positioned herself behind the avidly licking laura and stepped out of one of her high heels. then she slid with her naked, tanned foot over the black skirt of the waitress who instinctively stretched her ass against the foot. kirsten slid with her foot over laura's right ass cheek, then over the outside of her right thigh. from the knee her foot then went up the inside of laura's leg, centimeter after centimeter. the breath of the girl went faster, and greedily her tongue went again through the bowl, but more and more often also through marc's face. i watched breathless kirsten's beautiful foot pushing slowly under laura's skirt. suddenly, the girl let out a loud groan and pushed her ass as wide as possible back.

kirsten pulled her foot back and laughed.

“haha, the little whore, i was sure... the slut is totally wet, claudia... what shall we do with her?”

kirsten looked really sexy now, especially now, while her sexual energy was breaking out of her. I grinned broadly and said,

“let's see if your little assistant is ready, too...”

with that, i simply grabbed from behind between his legs and ran my hand hard over his hungrily pulsating cock pushing against his pants.

“as i thought, kirsten... also marc is turned on by this... these two little pigs get turned on by licking this blowl clean...”