That is all that I represent now, an old man with a shuffling gait, decaying brain that continuously keeps forgetting the names of the loved ones, confusing the dates and places, telling the stories, which in their own minds are probably pure invention, or at least, minor occurrences blown out of proportion by whatever reason I have left. But I have not always been a useless and pathetic creature, unable to hold his farts from the public or completely incompetent to care for himself. Good 60 years ago, I was a young man too, quite dashing I must admit, although you might think that yet another exaggeration. I enjoyed life with friends from my childhood and later with acquaintances from the University. I too, strolled through the streets of Hamburg with a jolly step, beautiful ladies on my arms, hurrying towards new adventures with anticipation of a fool. I married quite young, I believe, and life with Sophia was never easy, although she was a loving mother to our four children. She never understood my great passion for life and everything that it had to offer, has never found pleasure in arts and literature, which were an inevitable part of my interests, or for that matter anything that I found beautiful or good, earned nothing more than a sniff from her. Our wedding night was an indication of what our married life would be. She barely allowed me to glance at her body, well wrapped in heavy nightclothes, complete with a thick robe and nightcap, making her look more grandmotherly than a blushing bride as I wished her to be. My kisses disgusted her, my prying hands terrified her and after what she thought was a full intercourse, I left her in bed, crying in horror, while I retrieved to my own room to finish in frustration what I could not do with her. I could count the times we had slept in the same bed in a span of a year on the fingers of one hand. Each time, she would sob inconsolably, no matter how gentle I tried to be, and it is a true miracle that she gave me four children in four years. It almost seemed that every time we spent the night together as husband and wife, she got pregnant. I did not distress about it much, though. I was a frequent visitor of the brothel in Hannestrasse, where Madame Frieda, a small and peasant looking woman from the north was more than happy to please each customer by coupling him with an appropriate girl, who worked for her. Soon after marrying Sophia, I started working in my father’s import / export firm, dealing with ship cargos that sailed in and out of the Hamburg harbor.
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After my father’s death, my friend Johann became a partner in business. As Johann and his family were leaving on a two month holiday one particular summer, I religiously promised him that I would keep a careful watch on his house in Hamburg, which was now deserted of all servants and cooks, undoubtedly grateful for a break from the screaming children and never satisfied Herminna, Johann’s equivalent of my Sophia. The only person left was Liselotte, a young country girl whose duties in Johann’s house were to clean, sometimes cook, do laundry, look after the children and be a personal maid to Herminna. Liselotte, or Lottie as the children lovingly called her was barely out of childhood herself. She was an 18-year old girl from the south of Germany, who like so many country youths had to leave her home to earn living and hopefully send some extra money to her family, which was struggling with harsh life, high taxes and absurdly large number of children. Lottie had always struck me as a bit slow; not stupid by any means; just very careful and considerate of her own actions, taking more time to think about each task that she was presented with than it had taken to actually perform it. She was short and plump, with long, blond, always braided hair. Her cheeks shone with continuous redness of health, as if she had just stepped in from the freezing cold. She had big, sky blue eyes and soft, full lips, which sometimes puckered in puzzlement, tempting a kiss. She was left in the house to keep it tidy, accept mail and packages and generally keep an eye on everything, making sure that Johann’s family returned to a clean and orderly home at the end of the summer. Among many conquests, to this day, Lottie remains my favorite. I was offered free reign of Johann’s study for the period of time when he was absent, which I accepted gladly, as my own home resembled a zoo rather than a place where one might be able to concentrate on ever increasingly demanding work that our mutual business delivered. For about a week after Johann left Hamburg I actually did make an effort to work in my own house, but eventually the things started getting out of hand and I could not find the time nor energy to deal with screaming children, nagging wife and a pile of paperwork, which seemed to duplicate itself daily. It was on a warm Saturday morning that I finally decided to make good on Johann’s offer and head to his house. I actually looked forward to a little peace and quiet, which would, if nothing else, offer me a few hours of blissful napping on the ottoman in his study without rude interruptions that were constant occurrences in my home.
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I paused at the front door of Johann’s house and announced myself by the use of a heavy gargoyle knocker. I felt silly doing this, as normally I would simply enter. The thought that I might startle Lottie made me reconsider and act a gentleman. After I had knocked three or four times and nobody had come to open the door, I let myself in, carefully peering from side to side, wondering if Lottie was in the house at all. I walked through the big hallway, poked my head in the lounge, the dining area, even the kitchen but there was no sign of anybody. I shrugged and headed towards Johann’s study. As I was passing the library, which was preceding my destination, I heard muffled conversation and giggles made by two different voices, one of which I recognized as Lottie’s. The heavy, wooden library door was closed, which struck me as odd. Why would anybody want to keep the doors closed in an empty house?I paused and pressed the side of my face against the door, carefully listening to the commotion beyond. I heard giggles mixed with smacking sounds. I hesitated for a moment, considering on what I should do. Obviously, Lottie had someone in there, perhaps a boyfriend. Should I interfere? The realization that this was my friend’s home and Lottie was only a servant, who would not be allowed such liberties gave me the courage to open the door. My eyes took in the scene before the couple managed to stop doing what I had been listening to only seconds ago. Lottie’s companion was sitting in a high chair, Lottie in his lap with her arm around his shoulders, the other hand gently caressing his cheek.
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Her skirts were hiked up to where I could freely see her knees and white meaty thighs, all the way to her underclothes. The man’s hand was thrust up between her legs, most of it veiled from my view by her garments. When they realized an intruder was present in the room, they both jumped off the chair, Lottie almost falling over in haste to hide her actions. Her pink cheeks have now turned deep red. I was amused, almost to the point of bursting into a roar of laughter, but managed to keep a strict expression on my face. I noticed that who I thought was a man was really just a boy, probably younger than Lottie herself. He was a skinny chap in ragged clothes and even from the distance I noted that he smelled of horse manure. No doubt a stable boy at one of the well-to-do neighboring houses. Unlike Lottie, his face had lost all of its color; he was white as a sheet and for a moment I was afraid that he would pass out. ‘What is all this?’ I asked at the same time as Lottie yelled in panic: ‘Herr Konrad!’ Now it looked as if she was the one closer to unconsciousness. ‘What is all this, Lottie?’ I repeated patiently, though it was obvious that neither of them was in a state to give me a coherent answer. ‘Who are you?’ I turned to the boy and his eyes flew wide open in fear. ‘This is my…. ah,…’ tried Lottie. She turned towards him for help, which was not coming.
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‘This is my boyfriend,’ she uttered finally. The young man simply nodded. ‘Does he have a name?’ I asked, aware that my lips were stretching into a smile even though I tried to hide it as best as I could. ‘Sebastian!’ answered both at the same time. ‘Well, Sebastian,…. ’ I began, but didn’t know what else to say. This was not my house after all, even if I did felt responsibility of keeping it in order. ‘Is Herminna aware that Sebastian here is spending an afternoon in her house, when no doubt, you both should be going on about your business?’ Lottie bit on her lower lip and shook her head. ‘Johann?’ I asked again and noticed that Lottie’s eyes were welling up with tears, her chin trembling and her lips furiously working as if searching for an answer. ‘I see,’ I said and walked over to the window, which I only just noticed had been covered by heavy curtains, keeping out the warmth of the sun and protecting the lovers from prying eyes. I opened them up and turned back towards the couple, standing in the middle of the room like a heap of misfortune, blinking at the intrusion of the afternoon brightness. ‘Well, Sebastian,’ I said and slowly walked towards them. ‘I think it’s time for you to leave. ’ The young man sighed in relief and vigorously nodded his head in consent. Without uttering a word to either of us, he turned around and almost ran out of the room.
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Lottie and I simply stood still, listening to his footsteps becoming quieter, followed by a creaking of the front door opening and slamming shut. It was a fairly loud sound and I was surprised that neither of the two had heard me knocking or entering. At first I didn’t know what to say to the girl, but when I noticed her discomfort and even fear, I found that it pleased me to see her in this state. I stood staring at her, not saying anything, not moving. Lottie kept chewing on her lower lip, her face flushed, obviously on the brink of tears. ‘Herr Konrad,’ she finally whined and I shook my head as if disappointed over what I had just witnessed. ‘I have not had any lunch yet, Lottie. Would you bring me some cheese and bread, please?’ I asked, the previous bout of laughter still tickling my throat. ‘Yes, of course,’ she exclaimed as if grateful for this change of topic. She almost ran out of the room towards the kitchen. I shook my head and smiled. Foolish girl! Herminna would have skinned her alive if she ever had a slightest idea of what took place in her house. Just like Sophia, I didn’t believe she was ever involved in any kind of cuddling of this nature. Sitting on a boy’s lap, indeed!I remembered the sight of the beautiful thighs that I was treated to a little while ago and as if able to see through the wall, I shot a look to where the kitchen area was, hearing Lottie browsing through cupboards, banging the plates and silverware, by the loud sounds of it all, obviously still upset. I walked over to the high chair that was occupied by the odd couple at the time of my entrance and sat down.
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I was aware that all my good intentions of having some work done in Johann’s study were shot to dust. I could feel my loins stirring, my mind was not ready for any serious business of accounting today. When Lottie returned to the library, carrying a large plate overflowing with an absurd amount of cheese, olives, green grapes and cubed bread, she seemed startled to see me sitting in the high chair. She paused at the door for a moment and I motioned with my hand for her to come closer. She approached carefully, tightly gripping the plate with both hands. ‘Herr Konrad,’ she started again and I nodded encouragingly, as if all my attention was on wisdom that was about to spill out of her mouth. To my satisfaction, that made her swallow anything that was on her mind and blush again. I reached for the plate and placed it in my lap. ‘Do you think that what you did was right?’ I asked dreamily, staring at her skirts, trying to picture her fat thighs. ‘Oh, no!’ she exclaimed. ‘I’m so sorry, Herr Konrad!’ she added and her face cringed as if she was about to burst into tears. ‘I will never do it again, Herr Konrad. I promise!’ I nodded. ‘Do they know about Sebastian?’ I asked and she shook her head, a tear slowly finding its way down her plump cheek. ‘Oh, come now!’ I said and lifted the plate out of my lap with one hand, the other reaching for her arm, as she stood close enough for me to be able to touch her.
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I grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards me. ‘Come, sit down,’ I said, tilting my head towards where the plate had been resting a moment ago. To my utter surprise, without any resistance she followed my gentle pull and carefully sat on my lap. I was never the one to mess around with the house help, but it was not uncommon for servant girls to indulge their masters in more ways then one. For one moment I wondered if she had ever sat on Johann’s lap. She was sobbing openly now, obviously terrified that I would get her fired in disgrace. ‘Oh, Lottie,’ I whispered and wrapped my arm around her back. I put the plate in her lap and took a piece of carefully diced cheese, lifting it to her lips. She opened her mouth and I slid it in. As soon as my fingers were free of food, they brushed against her cheek, wiping away the tears. ‘I won’t tell, Lottie. ’ She looked at me sadly and I winked at her. ‘You don’t tell on me, and I won’t tell on you!’ Stupid thing to say but I really didn’t want her crying. However, she continued sobbing while I fed her cheese and grapes as if she was a little starving bird, dependant on the kindness of a stranger. ‘Tell you what,’ I said finally after she crudely wiped her nose with the back of her hand, my eyebrows rising in amusement.
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‘If I can have a little kiss, you can be sure I won’t tell. Because then, you really could tell on me. You could tell Herminna that I was kissing you, too, and that wouldn’t be right, would it?’For a moment, her face was full of wonder. Wouldn’t be right that I kissed her, or wouldn’t be right that she told on me? I didn’t worry about the misunderstanding. All I wanted was to feel those soft lips on mine. She was almost half my age, but that did not stop my lust for her beautiful body.
I truly thought one kiss was all I would be satisfied with. ‘Come on, then,’ I said. ‘One little kiss, Lottie. ’ She remained still, looking deep into my eyes as if afraid that at any moment I would jump up and laugh at her naiveté or maybe explode in fury over her stupidity to believe I would lower myself to the level of necking with a servant. Gently, I nudged her in the back and lifted my face. She put her hand over my shoulders just as I had seen her do with Sebastian and ever so slowly leaned towards me, touching rather than pressing her lips against mine. I was right! Her lips were warm and soft as butter, sweet and intoxicating like wine. Before I could respond to her kiss she pulled away. ‘Wait,’ I said and pushed her softly off me, still keeping my hand on her back.
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I stood up and put the plate on the small round table that stood a couple of steps away. I returned to the chair, sat down and pulled her back into my lap. ‘Let’s do this properly,’ I said wrapping my free hand around the front of her body, resting my fingers on her hip. ‘I don’t know, Herr Konrad,’ she said uncertainly. She blushed again and for one short moment I caught a glimpse of Lottie that was always hidden underneath shyness and pretense of idiocy. She was a woman, not simply a girl. She had a body of a woman, large breasts rising and falling in the rhythm of her heavy breathing. ‘Of course you do,’ I offered my face to her, her lips lowering onto mine. As soon as I felt their touch, I raised my hand that had been resting on her hip, covering her cheek, keeping her in firm grip. As she tried to pull away I kept her close, giving her little kisses as if she was a child, their smacking sounds making me want to laugh again. The little resistance that she showed at first slowly dissipated and she stayed still, her lips on mine, her hand now gripping my shoulder tight. Her hair gave away a clean smell of soap; her body was hot against mine. My tongue slipped between her lips, running over her small teeth, entering further to brush against her tongue. ‘Oh!’ she pulled away with force, eyes gleaming in astonishment. ‘What?’ I was genuinely surprised.
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This was going so well. Was this an act or did I really startle her?‘You don’t like it when I put my tongue in your mouth?’ I might have as well cursed like a sailor as she blushed again, vigorously shaking her head. ‘Come on,’ I said. ‘You do it to me. ’This time she almost jumped out of my lap. Had I not anticipated this move, she would actually manage to get away. ‘No!’ she exclaimed. ‘Why not?’ I asked, pulling her face towards mine. ‘You’ve already kissed me, haven’t you?’ I whispered and my lips touched hers again. I pressed her a kiss, letting my lips part hers, my tongue sliding inside her mouth again, my eyes searching for hers. She kept her eyes shut tight, but this time, she did not resist my attempt of exploring. True, she did not return the favor, but she did not jump up with a hysterical scream either. I rolled my tongue around in her mouth, tasting her as if she was the sweetest of chocolates. I could feel my dick responding, my heart pounding hard. I ran my hand over her braid and gently pulled on it, finally separating myself from her.
‘That wasn’t so bad, was it?’ I asked and she would not meet my eyes. She just kept staring in her lap, and I noted that her hand on my shoulder was still gripping me tight. ‘You liked that, didn’t you?’ I asked and she shook her head. ‘Oh, yes you did!’ I said, pulling her against me again. When the kiss ended, I pushed her chin up with my fingers, making her look at me. ‘Sebastian doesn’t kiss you like that?’ I asked and if you would tell me that she could blush any deeper I would not have believed it, but she did. My hand left her face and slid down her body towards her skirts, as I tried to hike them up some. ‘Oh, no, no!’ she cried, pushing them down as quickly as I was pushing them up. ‘But I’ve already seen your legs,’ I said, her eyes popping wide open. ‘I just want to see them again. Please?’ She shook her head. ‘Please, Lottie? Just a little bit,’ I whispered again. Soft tones of my voice seemed to work wonders on this girl and despite her hand still pushing against mine, her resistance seemed to weaken. I pulled the skirts all the way up into her lap, openly admiring her beautiful soft skin of her white, meaty thighs. I squeezed her leg just above the knee, driving my hand higher up and squeezing again.
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She gasped, but did not try to push me away. Her breathing was now becoming very shallow. ‘So beautiful,’ I said and meant it. I bowed my head onto her chest and landed a loud smack just above the rim of the dress, right on top of her full breast that seemed as if it was going to spill out at any moment. I could be mistaken, but I could almost swear that I heard a soft moan escape her lips. ‘You like that, don’t you?’ I asked and very predictably she blushed, shaking her head in denial. ‘I know you do,’ I was not going to be fooled. ‘You like it, I can smell it. ’ I said and her puzzled look made me smile. ‘I can smell your cunt, Lottie, it’s wet and hot, isn’t it?’ She was a big and strong girl, and this time she caught me off guard as her hand left my shoulder and she pushed herself against my chest, out of her seat. ‘That’s disgusting!’ she exclaimed. She stepped away but did not run out of the room. That was a good sign. ‘What’s disgusting about it, Lottie? That you smell of sex or that I made a remark about it?’ This time I could not hold the laughter back any longer. She stood a few feet away from me, her busty bosom rising in the rhythm of her breathing, shaking her head in astonishment over my audacity, too stunned for words.
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Finally, she spun on her heels and staggered towards the door. ‘I will make you some coffee, Herr Konrad!’ she snapped at me over her shoulder as her huge bottom rounded the corner out of my view. I had no doubts that she was excited and what I told her was true; I was certain it was dripping wet in excitement. I took off my light jacket and carefully hung it on the back of the chair, heading towards the study; maybe the day was not completely lost yet. However, my own member throbbing inside my pants told me different. The day was not a complete waste by any means, but I doubted any serious work could be done. At least as far as the pile of papers on Johann’s desk awaiting my attention was concerned. A few minutes later, as I was browsing through the accounts, Lottie entered the study, carrying a cup of steaming coffee in one hand and a small plate with sugar cookies in the other. Was she just being a good maid, or was this a bribe? A bribe for what I could not tell; maybe to leave her alone and not tell Johann of what had happened; maybe, however, it was a bribe to continue with my mischief, ignore her protests, ever so appropriate for a young girl in service. ‘Ah, yes, thank you very much, Lottie,’ I said smiling at her. I had to mentally restrain myself from openly staring at the smooth skin of her breasts, bulging out of the top of her dress. Instead, I caught her blue eyes with a meaningful, deep glance, searching for some sort of sign of what I should and could do next. From the first moment her soft lips brushed up against mine I knew where this would lead. It was up to me to make it as enjoyable as possible – for us both. A few steps before she reached the desk, Lottie paused uncertainly, her eyes nervously twitching between the cup in her hand and my face, her lower lip sucked between her front teeth.
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I watched her carefully, amused over her despair obvious. I thought that this was as far as she would make herself approach me and in attempt to help her I stood up, taking a step towards her just as her own feet moved and very awkwardly we bumped into each other; the cup overturned as she accidentally pushed the delicate china against my chest and spilled the hot, brown liquid on the front of my shirt. We both jumped away like two startled cats, trying to escape a heavy blow. Before I could stop myself or even think properly, a curse escaped my lips and I looked at Lottie with astonishment. ‘Foolish girl!’ I yelled and her eyes welled up with tears of terror, dropping the saucer and cup. They bounced on the heavy carpeting, the handle of the cup breaking off. The plate with cookies followed, spilling the moon-shaped snacks on top of the growing coffee stain. Lottie’s hands flew to her face, covering her mouth, somewhat muffling her scream. ‘Oh, Herr Konrad, I’m so sorry!’ she wailed. ‘I didn’t mean to do that, I didn’t know you’d stand up so quickly!’ I was always the one with a quick temper; luckily for the people on the receiving end, however, my spirits seemed to calm as soon as they overflowed into a fury. ‘No, no Lottie,’ I tried to suppress my annoyance over her clumsiness. ‘I’m the one who is sorry, Lottie, it was my fault, really. ’ I said and stepped over the brown stain sprinkled with bits of crumbled cookies. ‘Come,’ I said and took her in my hands, hugging her like a little girl. She was much shorter than me, the top of her head barely reaching my chin.
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I pressed a kiss on her forehead while her body trembled in my embrace. ‘We’ll just find a clean shirt of Johann’s that I can borrow and it’ll all be fine,’ I said reassuringly and she bobbed her head against my chest in consent. ‘Come,’ I said and grabbed her by the hand, pulling her towards the door gently. Cookies and coffee forgotten, she followed obediently, her sniffing making her very adorable. I must confess I was astonished at how naïve she appeared to be. Walking hand in hand with me, climbing the stairs towards Johann’s bedroom as if I was her baby brother, who needed a simple change of clothes. She was seemingly completely unaware of the intentions her actions provoked in me. As we entered the room, I noted the rich, wine colored velvet covering the huge bed, matching the seat cushions on the small ottoman by the wall and chairs that stood in front of the window, looking out into the garden sprawling at the back of the house. Lottie didn’t seem to be aware of my lustful glances racing between the bed and her huge bottom. She walked to the massive closet at the opposite wall from the ottoman and threw its doors open. I saw a neat row of impeccably white shirts, brushed black and gray jackets, numerous hats sitting on the shelf above and just as numerous pairs of shiny black shoes, appearing to toe an invisible line on the bottom. Not one piece of clothing was out of place. That was Johann for you, all right!As she carefully rummaged through the whiteness in the closet, I slowly unbuttoned my coffee-stained shirt, noticing the wet circle on my gray trousers. ‘Better choose a pair of pants, too,’ I said and without turning she nodded, still busying herself with search for a shirt. I unbuttoned my pants and let them slide down to my ankles.
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I plumped on the bed and pushed off my shoes one by one, kicking off the pants as well. I noticed a small red burn on the front of my thigh, which I had not felt any pain from. This young girl had made me so hot that pain was beyond me, it seemed. I stood up and realized that I must have made an odd spectacle; hairy legs clothed in high black socks, white underpants reaching half way to my knobby knees, unbuttoned stained shirt and equally stained white undershirt. I felt my dick stirring again, slowly rising in salute to the glorious view of Lottie’s big ass, which was softly bobbing from side to side while she rummaged through Johann’s clothes. I was almost jealous of her hands carefully touching the starched shirts instead of caressing my manhood, which so obviously needed some serious attention. Finally, satisfied with her find of a shirt and a pair of pants, she turned her back towards the soldierly array of white, gray and black and faced me. Her eyes flew wide open at the sight of me standing just feet away, unashamedly indecent, practically half-naked. ‘Look what you’ve done to me,’ I pointed my finger to below my waist. Very predictably, her stare landed on a small red burn on my thigh, and her hands flew to her mouth. She nearly poked herself in the eye with the hangers. ‘I’ve got some balm you can use,’ she said and only then did she notice that I was really pointing to a pyramid-shaped bulge in my underpants. I thought her eyes were going to pop straight out of her head. She let go of the hangers and completely covered her mouth with her hands, muffling a scream. The clothes scattered on the floor, and I had a right mind to crack a sarcastic joke about her inefficiency, but thought the better of it.
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This was a delicate moment and if I blew it, I might not get what I yearned for so desperately. Tears welled up in her eyes again, but she did not utter another sound, nor did she move. She looked at me in horror, which only deepened what I assumed was an expression of amusement and wickedness on my part. I was grinning openly now. Success! I slowly walked towards her. The closer I came the more vigorous shaking of her head became. ‘No, Herr Konrad,’ she whispered. ‘Please, don’t. ’ I decided to ignore her protests, as in my experience, with exception of my rigid wife of course, “no” usually meant, “oh yes, please; I just have to decently pretend for a moment, you understand”. As I stood close enough to catch the smell of her hair, I leaned forward and gently hugged her. I pressed my lips against her, and this time she did respond, reluctantly, I have to admit, but there was a definite return noted. I pulled the shirt off my shoulders and let it fall on top of the clean one that had been chosen by Lottie only seconds before. I didn’t care if it left the stain on the carpet, the other shirt or for that matter, the rest of the world. This little birdie was mine and I would enjoy her as much as I could. ‘Come,’ I grabbed her by the arm and led her slowly to the bed.
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‘You look as if you need to sit down,’ I said and she followed reluctantly. As we reached the soft velvet cover, I pushed her down on the bed and stood in front of her, my dick pushing through the underpants as if in a hurry to take place my lips had just left.
‘Your kisses did that to me,’ I said and put my hand on my underpants, stroking my dick softly. Lottie closed her eyes and a tear slid down each of her flushed cheeks. She was trembling now and rather than just crudely forcing her to do something that she was obviously fearful of, I sat next to her, pushing her back onto the bed, her legs still dangling off the edge. I laid next to her, supporting myself on an elbow, my free hand cupping her full face. I leaned over and started kissing her deeply, my tongue forcing its way between her lips and her perfect small white teeth, rubbing against her tongue, brushing against the top of her mouth. Her response was far from passionate, but it was there. My hand slid off her face and found its way to her glorious bosom, grabbing each of the breasts and kneading them softly, slipping under the top of her dress, finding the hard nipples, pinching them ever so gently. She closed her eyes and I squeezed one of her breasts hard, forcing her look at me, startled. ‘I want you to look at me,’ I said and pulled the assaulted breast out of the dress, leaning over her and suckling the nipple as if I was a babe in need of feeding. The smacking sounds of sucking made her gasp and moan. I felt her fingers running through my hair and gratefully bit down on her deep brown hardness. Her body jerked and a loud “Ah” escaped her lips. ‘You like that, don’t you?’ I whispered and turned my head in time to see her shaking hers in denial again.
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Okay, now I learned to read her pattern. The more she said no, the more she wanted it. No surprise there! I was probably one of those ‘pigs’ who always believed all women were whores, one just had to know how to bring it out of them. My hand now left the breast and slid down her body, hiking up the skirts, revealing her beautiful thighs. Her weak protests did not make me stop. If nothing else, my actions became firmer and in no time, I had her skirts pushed up all the way onto her stomach, leaving me with a glorious view of her white legs and a clear, wet stain on her clean underwear. My dick was throbbing, asking for what it considered was its right. “Not yet, my friend” I thought and let out a soft giggle. I didn’t want her to think that I was laughing at her. I was just amused by the obviously easy conquest to come, which by Lottie’s responses would give pleasure to us both. I pushed her legs apart and made my way up her thighs slowly, squeezing her flesh softly, each of my moves followed by her stirring or moaning, her hand sometimes reaching towards me as if to stop me, but never actually doing so. I placed my hand between her legs, covering the wet spot on her underpants and pressing down on it, knowing that I was hitting that delicate little bud of female pleasure, even though I couldn’t see it yet. She jerked wildly and almost set up, only to plop back on the bed unceremoniously, her moans becoming louder by the minute. I started rubbing between her legs slowly, and each time I pressed down, her thighs would twitch, seemingly beyond her control. ‘See?’ I whispered, looking over her body into her eyes, which obediently remained open.
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‘I knew you’d like it, you’re all wet for me now. ’‘Oh, no,’ she whined but I didn’t take that as a protest, as it clearly did not seem to be. Rather an audible confirmation of her shame over the pleasure that her body appreciated. I jumped off the bed and stood in front of her, reaching for her underpants, pulling them down, when she finally managed to voice her protests in panic. ‘No, please, don’t. ’ She was ready to cry again. ‘Shush, girl!’ I said sternly. ‘I just want to see,’ I added softly, continuing to pull her underpants over her ass. ‘If you don’t let me take them off nicely, I will have to rip them,’ I said and this warning seemed to put halt to her struggle. ‘I just want to see it, Lottie. ’ I said and she slightly lifted her ass in assistance. ‘I bet it’s just as beautiful as you are. ’ Of course that did the trick. Protest and struggles subsided completely and I managed to slide her underpants all the way down her legs and unhook them over her small feet, which were still firmly planted in a pair of ankle-high, lace up boots. I couldn’t be bothered with that now; it was actually quite appealing to have her only half undressed.
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I knew the time would come when she laid in front of me stark naked, but not today. Her underpants in a heap at the side of the bed, I pushed her legs apart again, and took a look at a glorious pinkness of her pussy, with angry red bud pointing towards me. ‘Oh, yes,’ I whispered excitedly. ‘Just as beautiful as you are, Lottie!’ I said and dropped to my knees. I had to taste the sweetness of her juices or I would go mad. I pushed my face between her legs and touched her clitty with the tip of my tongue. Lottie thrashed wildly and this time she did manage to sit up, pushing me away from her. ‘No!’ she screamed. ‘Stop!’ The threat of yet again bursting in tears was clearly visible on her face. ‘That is disgusting!’ she exclaimed. I sighed and stood up. This girl could be difficult when she put her mind to it. I pushed her back down, at the same time lying on top of her, my feet still awkwardly touching the floor. ‘It’s not disgusting, Lottie. That’s what people do,’ I whispered, kissing her lips between every few words.
‘It’s not disgusting, it’s beautiful. It’ll make you feel nice, Lottie,’ I said and looked into her eyes. She tried to shake her head, but I grabbed it firmly, preventing her from moving. ‘Yes!’ I exclaimed a bit too loud. ‘Yes,’ I repeated in a whisper, ‘Just a little bit Lottie. ’ Another thought popped into my mind. ‘If you don’t like it after a while, I’ll stop, I promise. ’ My cock was so eager to be relieved of its restrains and enter her soft pussy that it was throbbing wildly now. I pushed it against her soft wetness and she moaned loudly, closing her eyes. I pushed again and knew that if I kept doing it, I could not help but finishing in a few short thrusts right there in my own underclothes, robbing myself of the ultimate pleasure of shooting my hot spunk deep inside her pussy. I got off her and knelt between her legs again. This time she did not try to stop me. The tip of my tongue returned to the small bud, which it left only moments ago and I ran it over her clitoris as if trying to push it off her body. I pressed down on it and with each motion, her thighs twitched, backs of her knees finding their way onto my shoulders. I placed my lips on the clitty and started suckling it just as I had done with her nipple before.
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She lifted her knees off my shoulders and replaced them with her feet now, the soles of her boots firmly planted on each side of my neck, opening herself completely. I was baffled by this act of bravery; however, this gave me a chance to use my fingers as well, and while sucking roughly on her clitty, I slipped one finger inside her pussy, dripping wet with Lottie’s own juices. Initially, I slipped it in only to my first knuckle, then further to the second, waiting to hit the virginal block, which I was so certain, was still there. I waited for Lottie to cry out in pain and try jumping up again, but she did neither. The deeper I pushed, the smoother my entrance was. I pulled the finger out and in the company of a second one pushed them both in, as deep as I could. No resistance. No crying or squealing. The bitch was not even a virgin! As much as I was disappointed over this, I was glad that I had an obviously free reign without any dramatic interruptions. I sucked on her clitty, roughly now, making Lottie push her booted feet against my shoulders and lift her ass a bit, in attempt to help my fingers dig deeper. This was one juicy little cunt. I could feel it being tight, though, and the thought of my dick following my fingers made my head spin. I let go of the clitty, pulling my fingers out of her, my tongue exploring the rest of her pussy, slipping inside her warm hole, imitating the motions that my dick would soon be allowed to do. Lottie’s thrashing became more intense, her moans have now turned into yelling, in a few short minutes followed by a high pitched scream as she arched her back and smacked my face with her sopping wet pussy, her body trembling, the juices flowing freely. She had reached the climax that I wanted to reach myself, but was happy to be able to let her get the taste of it first.
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It had not taken much effort on my part to make her cum this hard. Her ass continued to thrash up and down for a while longer and I obligingly followed the path of her pussy with my tongue. I wanted to clean her juices, but my dick was not going to wait that long, I was well aware of that. I pushed her feet off my shoulders and stood up. Lottie’s eyes were still closed and her body shivered as if cold, despite the humid warmth of the summer afternoon. I pulled my underpants off, not bothering to step out of them, they were simply left bundled around my ankles; quite unceremoniously I must admit. ‘Look, Lottie,’ I said and nudged her arm. She opened her eyes, and they seemed to grow larger and larger at the sight of my dick. Women’s reaction to my dick always excited me beyond belief. It was appropriately long, nothing out of the ordinary; however, it was thicker then most that I had seen. Definitely thicker than Johann’s dick, which I very satisfyingly observed a few months earlier when we were involved in a threesome at Madame Frieda’s house of pleasure, resembling a long but painfully thin pencil. What my dick did to the little whore in a few strokes, Johann’s couldn’t in fifteen minutes of heavy pounding. It made her scream in ecstasy, driving my own self with delight. ‘Oh, no!’ was Lottie’s predictable response, who to my relief was still too weak to physically resist me. Throughout that afternoon I noticed that the girl was as strong as a bull; she could snap that little Sebastian of hers in two like a twig, had she chosen to.
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I placed my hands behind her knees, driving them up, pushing them almost to the level of her stomach, placing the top of my dick on the entrance of her pussy. I was hard as a rock and the shaft that I was headed for was so wet with her tarty juices that I didn’t need to use my hand for guidance. I simply pressed my weight down and slid inside, burying half of my dick in one clean stroke. Lottie screamed, her hands forming into fists, her eyes wide with discomfort, but I could swear I saw pleasure in them, too. I pushed my fingers deep into her flesh to keep her legs from hitting me while she thrashed. And boy, thrash she did!As I slowly continued burying my dick inside her glorious pinkness, a little deeper with each stroke, she gripped her stomach, a sign that this intrusion was painful to her; at least I thought so. ‘It’ll get better, soon,’ I said and kept pumping in deeper. I felt sweat beads forming on my forehead, my undershirt was almost soaking wet, and it wasn’t from the spilt coffee. I was never a marathon fucker, never strived to be one, but I could work my dick for an admiring length of time. Today, however, Lottie had me so excited that my balls started to tingle almost immediately after I slammed inside her tight pussy. I tried to hold off for a while, I slowed down some, but the powerful squeeze of her muscles made me all the more excited, wanting nothing else but to shoot my hot load deep inside of her body. As I felt the inevitable approach with neck breaking speed, I let go of one of her legs and placed my fingers on the little bud, rubbing it vigorously. ‘Come on, Lottie,’ I whispered, barely able to speak from the effort. ‘Oh, oh,’ she replied. ‘You’re hurting me!’ Throughout my dick’s assault her face cringed in pain and I swear some of it was from pleasure, too.
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She tried to keep her eyes open as I told her to, but they kept snapping shut tightly almost each time I rammed deep inside. Her moans were loud, sometimes reaching the pitch of a scream. Each one was music to my ears and a stroke to my dick. ‘Cum, Lottie!’ I yelled, rubbing her clitty like a madman, squeezing her leg to the point where I was certain it would bruise. I kept fucking her furiously; sweat now trickling down the side of my face. ‘Cum with me, Lottie,’ I gasped. ‘Cum all over my dick!’ I noticed that the crude remarks as shocking as they were to her seemed to push her closer towards the inevitable moment. I kept pumping inside her plump, white body, now flushed deep pink. ‘That’s right,’ I whispered loudly. ‘Push back, oh yes!’ She pushed back so hard she almost threw me off balance. ‘Cum now, cum! I can’t wait, Lottie, you’re so tight and hot. ’ But I managed a few more forceful blows, each one accompanied by a smack on her bare, fat ass cheek, all the while telling her to cum with me, cum on my dick, to show me how much she liked it. Her moans have now turned into loud screams, each closely following the furious rammings of my dick. She yelled that she was hurting, that I was too big, to please stop, to please continue. Her pleasure and pain had mixed into a divine response of her ass, torso and head wildly trashing, her fists banging against the bed cover, her feet kicking against my shoulders.
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I realized that my moment was coming and I couldn’t hold it back any longer, nor did I want to. I smacked Lottie’s ass so hard I could feel the sting of it on the palm of my hand. ‘I’m cumming, Lottie!’ I yelled hurriedly. My head spun, I grabbed onto her legs as if this was the only way I could keep myself from falling and as I felt hot spunk shooting out of my dick into her pussy, her muscles contracted tightly, milking me dry, giving me the biggest pleasure I had ever experienced. Her ass slammed against me and a loud “Aaaaa, yeeeeees” escaped her lips. Her entire body was spasming and in a rush of physical nirvana, I realized that the shy, slow, little Lottie had just had another violent orgasm, her mouth hanging open even after the scream had rang off, a tiny trickle of drool leaving a shiny path on her cheek. I stilled and tried to catch my breath, looking at her face, slowly unwrinkling from the previous mixture of pleasure and pain. I was still leaning against her legs, which were now weak and limp, barely supporting my weight. I have wanted for this to happen since the moment I saw her sitting in the other chap’s lap, unashamedly exposing her thighs to my prying eyes. As I moved, my dick slid out of her pussy, followed by a small gush of my sperm, mixed with her own juices. This looked simply too tempting to ignore and I fell down to my knees, starting to lick her pink glory clean. She tried to protest, but it was a weak attempt. It has taken me a few minutes to finish what I had started. As I finally completed the final act, I stood up and plopped next to her, noticing that her breathing had still not slowed, one of her breasts exposed just as I had pulled it out from under her dress before. ‘Taste your pussy on my lips, Lottie!’ I whispered and bent over to give her a kiss.
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‘No, please,’ she turned her head away. ‘Enough,’ her own voice did not reach beyond a whisper either. I turned her head with my hand and kissed her anyway. This time, she responded to my intrusive tongue. She sucked on it, just as I had sucked on her nipple and clitty before, she licked her juices off my lips, she was simply a new Lottie that I had never known. ‘I shall return again tomorrow,’ I said as I got up to change the few clothes that were left wrinkled on my sweaty body. ‘And maybe, we can find another place to put this little fellow in. ’ I waved my limp dick in her direction and she simply closed her eyes. I was not certain she quite understood what I meant, but knowing her, she would think about it carefully throughout the evening, and upon my return the following day, I would have the same, frightened and lustful Lottie again to play with. My sweet little servant girl!.
