Anal room part 1

It was Friday again, the Friday of the month I went to Nora. Because of the great distance between my workplace and their flat, we changed every two weeks with the visits. Once she came to me, then I went to her.

While I was running off the highway, my phone rang, it was Nora. She asked me if I had something to do this evening. Sure, I said. But I did not tell her my thoughts of a hot night. Of course, she asked, and since she did not get a real explanation, she asked me if I wanted to go with Mariella and Kevin and some more drinks. I considered briefly, then said. She then asked me if she should prepare something else. This question makes me grin. Sure, I said. Use the time until I am there and shower extensively and pull something nice. “Yes,” she replied. Like what? Yes, shower, and then? Your question amused me. I considered briefly and asked her a short question. Nora, you know what I mean under shower, right? Short silence. Yes, came out of the loudspeaker. And what do I understand? Pleasantly smelling, and none … she stilled a little at her answer … no hair or stubble because you do not like her. Exactly, and you know when I say smooth, then I mean on smooth.

We exchanged a few brief words and ended the telephone call. I grinned quietly in front of myself and the busy motorways with hectic contemporaries who had only to learn the road traffic no longer bothered me.
After more than an hour I was with her. Nora opened the door and greeted me. She had a sweater and jeans. Looked nice, but was not what I had imagined. So I asked bluntly, do you still change? I really did not want to, she said something grumpy. Nora, that was not a question, that was a call. Before the neighbors saw this spectacle, I closed the door. Took her in the arm kissed her and kneaded her thick, slightly-hanging tits. She liked it and was much calmer. After this greeting, I said, “Pull yourself out.” But my daughter is still there, she replied horrified. No matter, pull yourself out. Now. She wanted to protest, but my eyes told her well that it was better to follow my desire. So, jeans, skirt, bra, and string flew into the corner and she stood naked in front of me. My checking eyes told me that she had had to shave extensively, but I was not quite satisfied. Go up and shower again and remove the last stubble. She pouted, wanted to say something, but then she went upstairs and I heard the shower.

I went to the kitchen, made an espresso and sat in the living room. I enjoyed this short moment of rest and painted out my inner eye the coming night. Again I grinned mischievously. At that moment the shower was turned off. That was the signal for me. Quickly I brought my cup into the kitchen and rushed up the stairs to the bedroom and opened the wardrobe. I took the olive-colored tight knit dress and halter stumps out of the closet. The nipple chain and the intimate balls came from the game box. I put everything on the bed. Nora came into the bedroom and asked angrily: Better? I looked at them. She had now really taken the trouble not to overlook any stubble. That pleased me, but at the same time I wondered why she tried again and again. Ultimately she was always smooth. I walked toward her, took her left nipple between thumb and index finger, and pressed quickly and vigorously. She closed her eyes, said no sound. Her breath was deep, and in my eyebrows I saw a tearful tear. I reached into her short hair and pulled my head a little back. So she was forced to open her mouth a little. I licked her lips with my tongue briefly and then loosened the handle on her nipple. This was now stiff and reddened. She looked at the bed, looked at the things and before she could ask a question, I had already attached the nipple chain to her left breast. I tightened the loop, but not too tight. In order to be able to attach the chain also to its right nipple, I pinched synonymous there vigorously. Again the same game, no sound, just a tiny tear. Now I could adorn the right nipple.

What you up to? She asked me. I looked into her eyes. Today you are a fuck slut, my Fickschlampge I said quietly. Her eyes darkened. Lie down on the bed. When she did not follow the call, there was a small slap on her ass and I pushed her on the bed. Legs wide. But before she could protest, I had spread her legs and spread the labia with one hand. Now the balls pure. Nora thought she was in the wrong movie. We just want to drink something, she said. Nora, put the balls in, NOW. She took her very hesitantly, but ultimately they had disappeared in her cunt. Only the small ribbon peered out. Nice, I said. Now you can dress. You can choose shoes, but I think you know what shoes you have to wear. She nodded briefly and now I disappeared in the bathroom. Shower extensively, shaved me thoroughly, also the anus and then made me ready.

I went downstairs to the living room, there sat Nora, discreetly painted and smoking a cigarette. How do you feel? I asked them. She answered with a counter-question: Should I go without bra and panties to the street? Yes, that was the answer. Her facial expression hardened. Come here, I’ll check if you still have the balls in you. She did not want. Why was I already clear. Shortly I pulled her up into the bedroom, pulled out her dress despite her resistance. No chain, no balls and also a slip on. I was mad. Pulled a chair outside the door and sat me there. I want you the way you were dressed before. She sulked on the bed and did nothing. OK, I told myself. Handle to the phone and dialed the number of Mariella. Who are you calling? She asked me. Mariella, I tell her that we do not come tonight because you are bucky. No, no, Nora screamed, I’m already doing it.
She put the chain on, led the balls in and wanted to slip over the panties. Stop, I said, there is no panty. She stood bewildered. I went to the game box and took out a little anal plug. If you want to wear something, then, I told her. She stammered, I’ve never had it in me, that’s not possible, I do not want that. I considered briefly, should I call Mariella? Nora sighed and was desperate, as if in the world, she should get the plug in her virgin anus. She looked at me, but I grinned. Kneel down on the bed, she obeyed. I oiled the plug, put it on her rosette, gave her a strong slap on the butt and the moment she relaxed, I pushed the plug in. He was now sitting firmly in the opening. Nora wiggled and whimpered to herself. She tried to remove the plug from her anus, but after a subtle reference to her fingers, she left it. Meanwhile, after this nagging was sour. Get dressed, let’s go. She forced herself into the 10cm pumps and we set off

Shortly afterwards we were in the pub, Mariella and Kevin were already there. Mariella looked enchanting, a hauled, deeply decollated red mini dress in which her big full tits came into its own. Their slightly excited nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. She probably did not wear a bra. High red pumps. Pure eroticism. When I saw her this way, I was annoyed not to have fucked longer than she wanted. That was a given opportunity. It was an altogether enjoyable evening, Kevin always drank too much and always had glassy eyes after an hour. Mariella and I froze and did not give any encouragement. Nora, on the other hand, was rather quiet. She just slid back and forth on the seat. When Mariella looked at her questioningly, I just said, Nora is so hot, she can not wait to come home. Mariella just laughed and looked sympathetically at Kevin. She sighed, probably a sad night again. I’d rather not say anything.

During the rest of the conversation, Mariella steered me stealthily over my leg. I enjoyed this pleasant game and retaliated, stroking her back. What I felt there irritated me. She definitely did not wear a bra, so it could only be a lift. I imagined Mariella’s lush upper reach in a hoisting, horny performance. In the course of time the whole drunk mineral water demanded from me according to his right.