Defiled Seduce Night

by Marie Cisneros

  my release was close. I mumbled a warning but she just looked up at me with an evil smile in her eyes and slowly began to pull down on my testicles. The feeling was nothing short of pure pleasure. I practically exploded my orgasm, fountaining my semen into her beautiful, sexy mouth. I could feel her tongue catching my seed whilst she kept up the rhythm with her hand, milking me for every last drop. She moved away and said,

  "Kiss me!"

  I had never, ever kissed any girl after a blowjob, the 'yuck' factor was just too high. However, on this occasion, I couldn't resist. I pushed her back onto the bed and kissed her with a greater longing than I have ever kissed anyone before or since. She wrapped her legs around my waist, holding my there whilst I tasted my own juices in her hot mouth. Eventually she pushed me away, saying,

  "I need a drink, fancy another beer?"

  She returned clutching a couple of Buds and sprawled out on the bed. It was a small room, only just enough for the large bed and a small dresser, opposite the foot of it. The dresser had a man's silk tie over it.

  "Your boyfriend's?" I enquired, remembering the shambolic oaf, suddenly aware that this guy could have pummeled me into the ground in short order

  "Ex Boyfriend's" she answered smiling.

  "Do you trust me?" I asked, with a wicked smile. "I will not hurt you, I promise"

  "Er, I guess so, but I will kill you if this is something anal" she laughed back.

  I grabbed the tie and quickly bound her hands together, then tied the other end to the headboard, so she was stretched out along the bed but free to move her legs and role over.

  "If you want to stop, just tell me, OK?" I asked. She just nodded, her still naked nipples stiffening visibly. I moved back to the foot of the bed and started to stroke her feet and calves. The nylons she was wearing had laddered on the thigh and would obviously never be worn again after tonight. A wicked thought crossed my mind. I pushed her legs apart and started to trace gentle kisses up the inside of her legs. I could hear her breathing quicken as I neared her crotch, still tantalizingly covered by the sheer pantyhose and what I could now see to be a pair of sexily plain black, high leg briefs. I pushed her skirt father up out of the way and made as if I was about to pull this fabric barrier away, she lifted her hips slightly to ease my efforts, but instead I quickly moved my hands under her buttocks and pressed her groin up to my mouth. I took her tights into my mouth and tore the gusset away with my teeth. She whimpered in expectation, feeling my hot breath against her smooth flesh. I hooked her panties to one side with my thumb and for the first time was able to look upon the short, fine hair that framed her sex so beautifully. I gently probed her labia with my tongue, opening her up and savoring her taste. Leah started to rock her hips up to meet my lapping, moaning softly as she did. 'Now its my turn' I thought and began the short journey upwards toward her bud. I found it almost instantly, erect and clear of its hood, awaiting my attentions. I lightly glanced my tongue of its tip, mimicking Leah's oral ministrations on me earlier, treating her clit like a miniature version of my now refreshed and restored erection. She screamed in delight as I sucked and nibbled, whilst my thumbs

  kept her labia open and her briefs to one side. Again and again, gleeful spasms shook her body until finally she shouted

  "For Gods Sake, Fuck me!"

  I pulled my head away, sat up and asked her, "Are you sure that's what you want, you wouldn't rather dance instead?"

  "You bastard!" She growled, "Fuck me now or you will be sorry"

  I pulled the tattered hosiery and sodden briefs off her and paused to admire the contrast of her milky white skin, jet black pubic hair and the wet pink inner flesh that I had just noisily feasted on.

  "NOW!" she shouted, thrusting her crotch up at me, "I don't care how you do me, I just want to be fucked!"

  As fast as lightening, I rolled her on to her belly, pulled her up onto all fours and moved in behind her. Her legs between mine, the tip of my erection just touching her opening. Her pleading was getting to be pitiful, painful even, so I started to apply pressure. I had made certain that, until this moment, nothing had penetrated her, so that the moment I took her would be even more intense for both of us. There was a brief moment of friction and resistance, then I was through, slowly forcing my engorged member into the very heart of her passion. I could not believe how hot she felt, I could feel ever ridge inside her, every muscle twitch within her velvet tunnel's walls. I swear I could even feel her pulse as she gripped me tight, pushing back at me to me my relentless initial thrust. Deeper and deeper I thrust until finally my balls were pressed firmly against her. We stopped like that for a moment, not totally still, Leah was gyrating her hips slightly, still getting used to my length, just enjoying the sensation of our union. I started to withdraw slowly, preparing my self for the forthcoming storm. I knew, we both knew, what was coming next and it was going to be fast and frantic.

  "How's that?" I asked

  "Not good enough" she answered. "I want it hard, fast and brutal. I want to feel it in the back of my head. I don't want to be able to walk tomorrow, I want to be embarrassed taking the sheets to the launderette, I want...BASTARD!"

  I never did find out what the last thing was that she wanted. At that moment I thrusted into her as if my life depended on it. My strokes being matched by her, her shapely backside thrusting back. I gripped her by the waist and she buried her head screaming beautifully sexy profanities into the pillow as I pistoned in and out of her achingly tight sex. We were Ying and Yang at that moment, perfectly united in our pleasure and pain. I could feel everything, Leah's walls tighten and contract, the knot of muscles that form the G spot, her juices being displaced, even the slightest changes in breathing. I knew my release was near.

  “Untie me", she pleaded. "I want to see your face when you come"

  I reached forward and slipped her bonds. Leah pulled herself forward and off my shaft, turned and pushed me over, on to my back. Quick as a flash she straddled me, not kneeling over my member, as I was used to, but squatting on me, feet flat on the bed. I tried to thrust up to her but she just told me to lie there and let her do the work. She reached over and placed her hands on the footboard of the bed, then began to ride me in a way that I had only ever seen in 'Scandinavian Cinema' before. It was almost as if she was an athlete of a different sort, doing squat thrusts on my pole. The visual spectacle was amazing, watching my shaft disappear inside her, then reappear, coming almost all the way out, before again, all the while with that short denim skirt still clinging to her hips. For some one who wanted to watch me when I came, Leah was spending a lot of time with her eyes closed. Her mouth hung open slightly in between the gasps and moans, her faced flushed with the pleasure and the effort. Her breasts bounced in front of my face and I knew that I was, from that moment on, forever hers. I could feel my orgasm building, and warned her.

  "Inside me, I want you to come inside, now!" she cried. I reached up and grabbed her nipples, twisting them as my orgasm overtook me. It was enough to set her off and as I looked up, Leah was shuddering. Her eyes were wide open and full of lust as I pumped my seed deep into her. Her inner walls gripped me so hard and with such urgency I feared that she might rip my manhood from me. Finally our spasms subsided and our breathing returned to something near normal. I hoped to God that all the neighbors were deaf, or away, our cries must have been loud enough to wake the dead. Leah leant forward, kissed me gently and whispered,

  "That's enough for now." She had a glint in her eye like I had never seen before in my life. "Besides, I think that you ought to clean me out before we sleep"

  The End.

  My Trip to the Reeperbahn

  On my latest trip to Germany I went to the Reeperbahn in Hamburg to see if I could get a Hooker, and take a few pictures of her for my trip. When I got there it around 7:30pm, and no one was out yet, so I decided to just walked around a bit. I heart kept beating faster and faster as I walked around in circles, passing the corner wi
th the famous Reeperbahn Police station, Herbertstraße where no women are allowed, past several cafes and a plaza with a very rough statue of a Sailer standing there. I was sure the people sitting at the cafe stands and those lining up for tours knew exactly why I was there.

  Eventually when 8:00 rolled around, I turned the corner to Davidstraße, across from the police station, and there they were; all the girls standing in their nice orderly lines. My heart gave a gigantic jump from my stomach into my throat, and I almost thought of going back to my hotel, but I swallowed my resolved, and after a few deep breaths scanned the line up.

  I decided, that I would chose which one I would talk to and then just head straight for her. After a while I settled on a girl with long blond hair in a tight yellow top two from the end of the line. Setting my resolve for about the 7th time I crossed the street and headed over to her, hoping no one would get to her before I did.

  Walking past the other two hookers, was a blur, I didn't even look at them as I they would walk up to me saying , "Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?" in German, before I gave a hasty "nein" in reply, and hurried past.

  Finally the girl I wanted to talk to stepped in front of me, my eyes were drawn to the V-Neck of her shirt, between which her tight, enhanced, breasts were pushed up and together by her lacy black bra, peaking out from the neck of her shirt. "Hey, I could talked to you for just a minute, just a minute, just talk. I don't bite. I can see that you're a bit nervous…I can do a Russian massage for 30 EUR, or give a blow job for 50...I'm really glad you stopped, I can see you're a bit nervous, I promise I don't bite." she said very rapidly in German.

  "Well, what I really wanted to do was take a few pics of you," I managed to stammer out eventually, after taking a few deep breaths..

  "No, that's not allowed," she said, shaking her head and smilling

  "Oh," I said, stalling for time, 'well, I'm all the way here, I might as well do something' I thought to myself. "I'll go with the Russian massage, then," I said almost automatically, that was the only option that I had understood, and I didn't want to risk getting an STD. I knew that Prostitution in the Reeperbahn was legal, and they had health regulations, but I still didn't want to take the risk.

  "OK, that'll be 30EUR for the massage. May I ask, are you from Holland."

  "What's your name, if I may ask?"

  "Aaron, and yours?"

  "Aneka, if you'll come with me to the safe house." With that Aneka walked passed another girl and up some steps to a door, and I had seen, but never registered in my brain. She opened the door, and turned around to watch me. I hesitated for a minute, not knowing whether to follow or wait. Quickly, I followed her closely up the narrow, steep stairs, watching her tight ass, encased in a tight pair of white cargo pants, with a black fanny pack around her slim waist.

  At the top of the stairs, she turned right and opened the first door that we came to. "You can put your backpack over there," she said, motioning to two chairs on one side of a dark room lit by lights encased in red, there was tiny CD player between them on the floor. "I'll need the 30EUR before we start. You can have anything you want to drink, all drinks are 5EUR no matter what it is, do you want anything to drink?"

  "Uh, no thank you.."

  "Do you mind if I have something to drink?"

  "Oh, sure."

  "OK, could I have 5EUR please."

  Smiling inwardly to myself at that smooth ploy, I handed over 35EUR to her. "If you'll take a seat, I'll be right back," and she went back out the door, motioning to the bed on the other side of the room. I sat down on the bad, resting my head in my hands, my heart was still racing at what I was doing. "35EUR, that's less than what I thought I'd have to pay." I thought.

  She came holding a tall white plastic cup, with something dark in it. She took at drink, set it on a table in the corner next to the door, then walked over to me. She crouched in front of, angling her chest to show off her cleavage. She put her hand to my chest, "Ohhh!' she giggled.

  "I haven't worked out for a while," I said sheepishly.

  "Relax, I won't bite," she said softly, then sat down on the bed next to me. "Is this your first time here?"

  "Yes," I went on to explain, about what one of my friends had suggested about taking a picture of a hooker for our trip.

  "So, what do you do?"

  "I'm a student.'

  "Oh, what do you study?"

  "German."

  "Really," she smiled at that, "just the language or Culture, politics?"

  "Mostly language, I like everything about it though."

  "Oh," she stood up again and squatted down in front of me, her arms resting on my legs, "I'm from the biggest Island in Germany, do you know it?"

  "Oh!" I said, excitedly, "Sylt?"

  "No! the biggest island, Rügen."

  "Oh, right, right, Sylt is just the most famous," I babbled, as she gently pulled my t-shirt off over my head, and put it on the second chair, next to my backpack.

  "So, how old are you?" I asked, when she was done.

  "How old do you think I am?" she purred, turning back to me, flicking her soft blond hair behind her as she squatted down in front of me.

  "Mmm…21?"

  "No."

  "25?"

  "No!" she exclaimed, standing up and going to the window, "How old are you?"

  "21."

  "I'm, 24."

  "Ah, so how long have you lived in Hamburg?" I asked, I was starting to feel more relaxed now.

  "3 years," she said coming back.

  "Whatever is bare, you can touch," she said, pulling her shirt down to her waist, and motioning like Vanna White across her top.

  "I can't go under the clothes?"

  "Mmm hmm." she said, she then took my right hand and placed it on her breast. It was very firm, I squeezed in amateurishly a few time, it felt almost swollen. I thought she had probably had a boob job, but didn't want to ask.

  "How big are you?"

  "I'm a size 6, my breasts are a 70C, you can't be any smaller," she said, putting her hands on her hips, then her boobs as she talked. "Now, lets take these off," She gently pushed me back so she could take my pants off, and motioned me to lie back on the bed, where she lay a white towel. She said something about the massage that she is going to do, and taps me on my cock, making me jump a little. She grinned like a Cheshire cat, and did it again a couple more times, making me grow slightly harder.

  She reached to take my underwear off, but automatically, I reached out ahead of her, and took them off myself. "do you want my top off? That costs a little extra?"

  Right then I didn't really want to be spending that much money, so I said no.

  I was watching her breasts this whole time, she took some lotion and rubbed once over my chest, then went straight for my cock, which she lathered up. I lay back and closed my eyes, just then I felt something cold, go over my dick, I looked up seeing her hands pull away from my cock, now covered in a light blue, see through condom then.

  She started to take my glasses off, then holds them up to her eyes, "What's your vision?" she asks.

  "I'm 20/800 in my right, no! 20/800 in my left and 20/600 in my right."

  "Do you want your classes back on?"

  "Yeah, what's your vision?"

  "I'm minus 2 in my left and minus 1 in my right."

  "So you wear contact lenses?"

  "When I feel like it, it depends, she says," she said carelessly, as she leans down across my stomach and starts stroking my cock. Her nails pinched a few finds as she squeezed, but her all I couldn't feel much.

  With her smooth, warm back to me, I admired the tattoo there, that went over her right deltoid and over her should blades, she had another on her lower back but I couldn't see it very well. Feeling brave, I reached out over her back and felt her boobs again, they felt like nothing I had felt before, it was like feeling a swollen water balloon, was how they honestly felt. After a while, I slid my hand down
across her warm back, and squeezed her butt through her pants, her legs her curled up, so I didn't get to feel much, at least not like what I was expecting.

  "Do you like that," she asked, after a while.

  "Yeah, its real nice, your nice and warm," I said softly, trying to concentrate on her stroking me, but still not able to feel anything, I looked down and saw that I wasn't even all that hard.

  She took out a vibrator then and ran it across the tip of my penis, then down to my balls, "do you like that?

  "Not really."

  "Hmm," she said, almost disapprovingly, "you're the first." as she put it back on the night stand behind the bed.

  She got off the bed for a minute, then leaned down over my cock, and took it in her mouth, swirling her pierced tongue over it a few times. That was the most wonderful feeling I had ever had! That strong muscle of her tongue and the ring in her tongue felt just wonderful swirling and pressing against my cock, combined with the heat of her mouth. All too soon, she stopped and when back to just stroking me.