Coffee in the Park

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Coffee in the ParkVanessa sipped her latte, enjoying the warm breeze and the evening sunshine as she sat in the park with Dieter, her boyfriend.Had Dieter been more attentive, he would have noticed that she had a faraway look in her eyes, as she stared away into middle distance to her left. Any psychologist would tell you that she was remembering, and her cute smile, showing her neat white teeth, affirmed that the memory was a pleasant one. What Dieter did not know either, was that as she sat there in the sunshine, Vanessa was gently squeezing her thighs together, bringing on a delicious tingling between her legs, to accompany the moisture that had soaked her little black panties as the memories took form.On the previous night, when Dieter had been at the Hertha game with his football supporter friends, Vanessa had gone to a bar with her best friend Caroline for a few drinks and a bit of fun. By 2 a.m. they were in wonderful form, as the barkeeper had taken a shine to them and given them a couple of drinks on the house. He was an older man, about 45, burly but fit. He was tanned and had cropped grey hair. An atractive older man, and he flirted expertly with them as it was a quiet night.”Where are you men tonight? You girls are football widows.” he joked.He continued “They go out witht their pals, drink too much and arrive home unable to take care of business. All they want is to sleep it off. They don’t know how to look after their women.””And you do?” asked Vanessa.”Let me tell you young lady, if you were the womna in my life, there would be no football. I would dedicate myself to one pleasure only. You must concentrate on edremit escort things in order to become great at them.”She smirked knowingly and he caught the look.”Ah! So he isn’t perfect in bed yet?””Who?” she asked”That boyfriend of yours, what’s his name, Dieter?””Yes, Dieter.” She was surprised that the barkeeper remembered his name, and it showed on her face.”It’s always important to know your opponent” said the barkeeper.”Opponent?” she asked.”When I am jealous of a man and want his woman, then he is my opponent. What I need then is a chance to show what I can do. Just one chance, to let you compare and make a decision.””Will you give me that chance tonight?” he whispered, as Caroline tottered to the bar.She felt her pussy twinge and moisten. Her breath came in short pants, her face reddened.”What about Caroline?””I have ordered a cab. She can take it alone, ot you can go together. You are welcome to stay and let me compete with my rival. It’ your choice.”Ten minutes later Caroline was on her way home alone and Vanessa was still in the bar, now closed and with all the other customers departed. He pulled down the shutters. She watched him, noticed his agile movements, the tightness of his ass muscles, the broadness and power of his shoulders. She was excited.When the shutters were down, he came to her and took her by the hand. He led her behind the bar to a living room which was used for staff breaks. There were a few large armchairs. He sat her down in one, kissing her hand. Then he knelt before her, and took her shoes off, befor caressing her ankles and toes . As he massaged each foot, he occasionally caressed her edremit escort bayan calves. He tanned legs were bare. She was wearign her little black dress with the tiny straps, it was a short dress. Sooon his hands were carressing her knees. Strong, experienced assured hands, expert hands. Feelings of guilt were overwhelmed by excitement as his hands brished the insides of her legs and began to move up her thighs. His fingersstroked and pressed the warm smooth flesh of her inner thighs. Then the back of a hand grazed her panties, as if by accident. He panties were damp already. She wanted him to rip them off an parted her legs as if to signal it. But he merely passed the hand over and back, each time pressing more firmly against the damp warm black gussett. By the time his thumb slid underneath the material and bgan to touch her sex, she was melting. Melting onto his string fingers, dripping her honey on his hand. He licked his fingers briefly, inhaled her scent from his fingers in the way as connoisseur would appreciate a fine cuban cigar. She was ready. Her time.He stood up from between her legs, his cock already rampant in his jeans. Vanessa did not need a second invitation. She unbuckled his belt, pulled firmly at the top metal button, and agin to open the flies. Now she tugged the faded denim down over his thighs to reveal the tent in his white Armani briefs. She pulled the elasticated waistband towards herself to free the erection, and as she slid the briefs down, he presented himself to her in all his glory.She couln’t help but notice the difference bewteen this rampant, god-like cock and Dieter’s. This escort edremit one was nestled in thick matted pubic hair, it was fully 25cm or more, and it was half as thick again as Dieter. She realised this when her hand graspec the rampant pole and she relaised her fingers did not go all the way around. The head wasa purple helmet, for he was circumcised. She saw that he was already oozing precum and licked the droplet off his tip, tasting his sweetness. He sighed. SHe continued to lickand suc the enormous cock head, while cupping his heavy, hairy scrotum in her willing and grateful hands. She felt the weight of his magnificent bads of seed. This sperm would be hers, she thought, in wonderment. She would take it deep in her womb, for this was the cock she knew must father her c***d…..Two hours and seven orgasms later, Vanessa’s pussy was swollen and turgid from the pummeling his thick cock had given her. They ha dfucked in positions she had never tired before. He had shown her how to lick his arse while pulling down on his scrotum to tease his penis head from behind. She had felt him penetrate her whole being, the first time ever that she had felt as though another life force had taken her, filled her body like an ancient spirit, And when he exploded for the third and last time, once again deep, deep in her womb, she knew her uterus was greedily gobbling up his seed, so as to make the baby she wanted.Dieter was a nice guy, and he had been an amusement to pass the time. Now she had found her real man, the father fo her c***d, the fucker of her pussy, the possessor of her anus, her mouth, her breasts. She could not wait to make an excuse and get back to the bar just before it closed.The barkeeper had been given his chance to compete. And taken it.She let Dieter down gently as she finished her coffee, telling him that perhaps Caroline might be a better match for him.

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