Hot skates

 
 

The girl's tongue tenderly licked the shaft of the semi-rigid member. Her fingers rested between his thighs. She gently stroked his balls. It was a gentle, sensual scratch. Hardly more than the touch of a feather. But she elicited an excited moan from the man's lips. It was a breath that betrayed his emerging desire.
Kim knelt in front of Mesut, the Turkish owner of the skate shop on Goldsteiner Strasse. His hand rested on the blonde hair of the girl he wanted. Her skateboard was lying on the table he was leaning against. The rear axle was unscrewed, the broken wheel was lying next to it.
The girl put her lips over the Turk's semi-rigid member. She was no stranger to the taste of his cock. She had often sucked him when he gave her something in return. Sometimes it was a few euros, sometimes a few new knee pads and now she was sucking his stiffening member in order to get her beloved board repaired by him.
She skillfully played around his glans with her tongue and challenged him to moan his desire into the shop again. The lights in the store had already gone out. Only the advertising lights in the shop window bathed the room in a diffuse light. He stroked her wild strands of hair.
Kim knelt on the knee pads he had given the girl a year ago. She knew how to get everything out of him. The blonde thing knew her strengths and she knew men. She skilfully played around the lustful flesh and sucked on it.
“That makes you horny again, Kim. Come let me fuck you, please. "Just once, without a condom," he begged her while she caressed Mesut's balls.
"No, Mesut. “You know I don’t use contraception,” she explained as his cock briefly left her warm, wet mouth. She skillfully licked the now striped shaft of his manhood. She even got a little wet. But that wasn't the only thing that seemed to be dripping out of her vagina. This night she had brutally and publicly fucked that asshole of Alex's. Before he came, he had taken off the condom and squirted all his semen into her pussy. Some of it still seemed to be slowly leaking out of her.
“Still. "I want you," he gasped as she put her lips completely over his well-grown member again. Kim took him deep into her wet, warm mouth. She wanted to change his mind. She wanted to bring him to climax. She couldn't allow his feelings for her to go beyond satisfying his primitive lust. That would make everything far too complicated.
Kim knew that Mesut was only speaking out of excitement. Of course she was attractive to him, she was more than 10 years younger and certainly a much more experienced lover than his wife. Fatma was certainly a good woman, but she was older than Kim and had never had a man before Mesut. She almost felt a little sorry for them both. How easy it would be to sort out the sexual problems he always told her about if they both talked to each other, or maybe watched some interesting porn together. But this didn't seem to be possible with Fatma. It's a shame actually.
She took his spear deeper and deeper into her mouth. She sucked on it, reviving his desire. Soon she had managed to devour his member almost completely. She found it easy to suppress the urge to gag as he pushed his meat past the roof of her mouth and down her throat. Kim's technique had become more sophisticated over her years on the road. It was something like her trademark, her talent, which she mastered almost as an art form.
The Turk's glans plunged into her throat and took her breath away. His grip on her head now dictated the rhythm of his pleasure. Back and forth again and again, so that she only caught her breath for a moment. Fatma had certainly never had a cock so deep in her mouth. Kim, on the other hand, just rolled her eyes slightly. Saliva flowed down her lips.
He thrust into her throat at an ever faster pace. Enjoyed the tight, warm maw that wrapped around his manhood. He enjoyed the girl's throat massaging his glans. The Turk groaned loudly from the small workshop into his shop. The little skater gasped loudly in her black clothes while he fucked her mouth and throat faster and more relentlessly.
Soon he came. His pleasure was enormous and so were the spurts of his semen. The first squirts landed deep in Kim's throat, she instinctively pulled back and he squirted more times into her throat and finally into her face. Then he held on to the workbench, completely drained by the blonde girl. The man panted heavily as she wiped his semen from her face. The crowd seemed gigantic to her. He obviously hadn't had an outpouring in a long time.
Kim stood up. She showed him the finger that had some of his pleasure juice on it and then licked it off her fingertip with demonstrative slowness. She knew that men liked it when women did this with their juice. In this case it didn't cost her anything to overcome. She was used to Mesut's juice and it didn't taste particularly bad, salty but somehow quite good.
"I think I've earned a new axle with this, right?" she smiled sensually at him. He nodded, still out of breath, and took a new spare part from a fresh package. While he was working, Kim went to his small refrigerator in the store. She took out a Coke and opened it.
“I hope this thing can withstand a little more now.”
“The way you treat your equipment is what it is "It's a miracle it's survived this long," he replied. She watched him and drank from the bottle. The cola tasted good, especially it got rid of the salty taste and filled her stomach with some sugar.
Kim didn't really treat her equipment badly, she just misused it sometimes. Her hand reached for her cell phone, which was in Mesut's charger. A quick glance at the clock showed 9:13 p.m. Then she put it in her right elbow pad, which she had tied around her upper arm and which now served as a pocket. In order to hold the cell phone better, she had cut open part of the plastic casing and re-sewn it. She had also partially removed the protective padding. The protector was now primarily used to protect her cell phone. After all, she didn't have to worry so much about her body. It healed again.
"Be happy, then I'll come to you more often," she grinned.
"I don't have anything against that either. You could come more often. If you like, I'll give you some money too. If you…" She put her hand on his lips and looked at him seriously.
"I'm not a whore, Mesut. I do what I do because I enjoy it. “Don’t treat me like one.” She looked at him for a long time with her green eyes. Only then did she remove her fingers from his lips. He understood.

The afternoon thunderstorm had turned into a downpour. Kim, still wearing only hot pants, a shirt, and her gloves, shivered a little as she left the store through the back door and drove down the narrow side alley. She propelled her board somewhat listlessly with one foot as she glided across the wet sidewalk.
The skateboard originally emerged as a form of wave surfing. Now she seemed to be returning to the origins of this sport. Again and again she drove through puddles that splashed violently as the young woman slid through them. Luckily there were no pedestrians out and about in this weather and at this time. Kim was able to drift through the darkness alone.
Thoughts wandered through her mind. Dreams, wishes and hopes. The taste of Mesut's seed, the memories of Alex's thrusts, the pain of the failed trick, the lost bet. All of this spewed around in her head. Completely soaked, she stopped at a kebab shop. Her fingers slipped into a small slit in her panties. She took out three pieces of einuro and placed them on the counter while she ordered a kebab.
Hungrily, she wolfed down the meat-filled flatbread. It was Kim's first real meal of the day. And since these were her last euros, she had to enjoy every bite as much as she could. Tomorrow she would have to get some money somewhere and more importantly, she would have to find a new meeting place for the Thunder Chicken. The boys and girls in her gang were counting on her. She had messed up today and now she had to find something new for her.
“Are you okay, little one?” asked the stall owner, an older, friendly-looking man.
“Yes,” she lied. Nothing was okay. Every raindrop seemed to disrupt her inner order even more. The soaked girl licked the last remnants of the kebab sauce from her fingers. Unfortunately, the brief moment of happiness when her tongue licked up the spicy white sauce wasn't enough to get rid of the memories of that botched day.
"You sure? You should put something on. A thing like you will catch a cold."
"I can take care of myself," she said slightly irritated and turned away from him and slipped out under the cover of the snack bar the rain.
"Well, whatever you say," he murmured.
Kim jumped back on her board and glided out into the night. It quickly disappeared in the rain and remained only a dull echo for the kebab seller in the event horizon of his life.
This summer, like most summers in recent years, was very rainy. She felt the cold on her soaked skin. Felt the wind as it ran icy over her body and cooled her down. Kim longed for warmth, but there was only cold in her life. The night turned into a dark veil that seemed to overwhelm her.
Finally she forced herself to shake off her dark thoughts. There was a tram stop in front of her. One of those slow rail vehicles was just stopping there. She slowed down and slid off the sidewalk on the wheels of her board. Her gaze fell into the passenger compartment, which seemed so warm and friendly lit. Only a few guests were visible. She briefly considered getting in, soaked as she was, and warming up a little.
She dismissed the thought and instead held onto one of the lights at the back of the train as it drove off. Her skateboard also started moving. She was now a small ghost, following the steel dragon, holding on to the tip of its tail. The rain had stopped, but the road was still wet. The girl had to concentrate not to support herself on her board, had to repeatedly jump over crossing rails with her skateboard so that the small wheels didn't get caught in the gaps.
Kim felt the adrenaline rushing through her body return. She enjoyed this feeling. The young skater crouched down to avoid being seen by a passenger or the driver. She was a shadow of civilization. She was the rebel, the antithesis of society. A parasite and yet full of life.
The tram drove slowly but steadily up the local mountain. Old buildings from bygone times stood here, undamaged by the great war. Old trees from the Wilhelminian era flanked the street and only the yellowish light from the street lights hanging on the road gave the street some brightness.
When the tram had reached the highest point, Kim pushed away from it and continued rolling freely toward the sidewalk. There she got off her board and looked out over the city. It was dark up here. There was just a small forest across the street. A wrought iron gate closed access to it. Somewhere in this overgrown area there was an old castle, but she paid it no attention.
Kim's gaze roamed over the endless city before her. A sea of ​​lights from hundreds of thousands of little shining souls that shone out into the sky every night. Her gaze moved upwards. Like a divine answer, the heavens opened. It was there and its stars sparkled between dark veils of clouds, as if they wanted to be in no way inferior to the city.
The girl looked longingly and yet with disgust at this juggernaut that had become her home on their city. Life reigned down there, people lived, loved and hated between all these points of light. Alex and Elke would also be down there tonight. A cold shiver ran down her spine.
She banished the thought and threw her skateboard to the ground. With a jump she jumped up and raced off. The gradient made them quickly pick up speed. The wind blew into her blonde, stringy hair. Her heart began to race. She quickly reached a speed that was beyond all reason. She wouldn't be able to stop or make any other major steering maneuvers on the rain-soaked road.
The girl's eyes sparkled. The air literally cut into her face, glided icily over her bare thighs, played with the fine hairs of her arms. The parked cars scurried past her like colored shadows. She didn't pay attention to them, didn't pay attention to the red lights that she ran through in mortal contempt.
Kim raced down the slope in a slightly bent position. Her hands served as balance. Her body struggled to keep her on the board. She didn't pay attention to the 30 km/h speed limit sign, which indicated the traffic-calmed zone. Suddenly there was lightning. A flash from a parked station wagon bathed them in red light for a moment, which immediately went out again. She didn't pay any attention. Nothing had any meaning for her now. She just wanted to experience the rush of speed, wanted to fully enjoy this adrenaline rush. Always at the limit, always on the verge of the abyss, that was her life, that was how she felt alive.
Without a helmet, but at breakneck speed, she shot down into the city. She kept dodging a driver, and every time she was just able to drive past a manhole cover. Their speed allowed no obstacles, no matter how small. Each of these obstacles meant danger to her life. Kim was aware of this. And it was precisely this awareness that excited her as she pushed further and further into the night city, the wind in her face and her skateboard under her feet. Now she was free again, now she was at peace with herself again.
Suddenly a Mercedes crossed the street. He had green. A wild, desperate honk sounded briefly, tires screeched, then a thunder could be heard in the middle of the city.

The smacking sound was clearly audible as her lips wrapped around Alex's huge cock. He grabbed her blonde, stringy hair. Her eyes were shining, she seemed to like it. She took him deep into her mouth and he threw his head back. He looked excitedly at the sky, as if he wanted to pay homage to the gods.
“What are you doing?” asked Elke, who was just coming in the door. She wore a valuable, black lace bra and matching designer panties. Alex stopped the video when her head had just moved back a little and the tip of his cock was only being touched by her tongue. Saliva dripped down her lips.
"Watching Kim's video."
"That damn bitch. Why are you looking at it again?” She looked disparagingly at the large flat screen that was opposite Alex’s large double bed. The former soldier lay in the middle with his thighs slightly open. A towel was wrapped around his waist. He had watched the video many times over the past three weeks. Mostly when she wasn't there.
Now he wanted her to see it. He enjoyed their discomfort, noticing their secret competition. Kim was everything Elke would never be, but Elke had everything and Kim had nothing.
"I wonder which of you two is the bigger bitch," he smiled challengingly, arousing Elke's anger . That was good because she fucked well when she was angry. Alex wasn't really attached to Elke. Since she graduated from high school and had a secure place at university thanks to dad's money, she spent most of her time at his side.
At first he thought it was nice. After a year in Afghanistan you learned to appreciate the beautiful things in life. Having a young woman in bed every night who you didn't have to pay for was certainly part of it. But Elke's presence came at a price. This girl was hungry for the adventure that life with him promised. Unfortunately, she wasn't particularly creative herself. Not that sex with her was bad, but something was missing.
She came closer with sparkling eyes. She sat down on the bed with her thighs slightly spread and reached for his towel.
"So you want me as a slut?"
"Of course you're not mine “Little slut?” He folded his arms behind his head and looked at her shapely curves. What would she look like with a piercing on her nipples like Kim had? She came closer, rubbing her pelvis against his tight thighs. He felt the gentle tingle of her lace panties against his skin, felt her moisture hidden behind them. She moved towards him like a cat, playful and eager to have her way. She wanted him.
“You’re already wet, you little whore. Come here.” He pulled his knee up and catapulted her into his arms. The brown-haired girl let herself fall into it wordlessly but willingly. He felt her breasts against his chest. Felt her breath.
“You willing little slut,” he smiled and rolled on top of her. His hand brushed against her freshly washed, wavy hair. “What should I do with you?”, his hands roamed over her cheek, roaming deeper over her curves. He finally reached her breasts and freed them from the prison of the black bra. He gently played with her nipples. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, then licked her neck and gently bit her hardened nipple.
"Ouch," she said. Elke had a low pain threshold, but Alex didn't take that into consideration. He wasn't interested in their games. He moved his hand lower and reached her panties. His fingers quickly disappeared underneath. He felt for her shaved wet cave and found it. She moaned as he slid into her. He grinned, rolled onto his back again and rubbed his stiff member against her panties.
Now Elke slowly came to life. She placed her hand on his chest and grabbed his manhood with the other. She pushed aside the black material that protected access to her innermost being. Then she guided him inside her, just like he wanted. His flesh penetrated hers and Elke bit her lip. She enjoyed it. Even now, when it wasn't fully hardened, it filled her and satisfied her.
"Yes, my horny stallion," she moaned and began to ride him lightly. She moved her hips gently, without speed. She felt him inside her, she felt him filling her. Her moans became louder. Her hands placed on her breasts. She dreamily played with her stiff nipples while she threw her head back.
Alex felt her desire, her horny wetness. His gaze fell on her breasts, highlighted by the bra. A hand rested on her waist and caressed her, his pelvis matching her rhythm even as he sought to speed it up. His eyes fell on Kim again. She was also craving his cock in the picture. She was there on his television, greedy and full of lust. His hand fumbled for the remote and kept the scene playing. The blonde girl continued to suck his cock while Elke was riding him. Her head turned around.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she groaned angrily.
“I’m curious to see which of you two is better.”, laughed he confident. He gave her a strong push with his pelvis, driving his cock deep into her.
“Ah,” she moaned. “If you don’t…” she began her threat. She didn't get any further. The ex-soldier grabbed her by the waist and threw her away. His flesh left hers with a loud smack before she landed on the mattress with a surprised yelp.
“What the…” he was already above her. Wildly and impetuously, he grabbed her by the waist and turned her onto her stomach. She wanted to defend herself, but his strength was far superior to hers.
“Hey, damn careful,” Elke protested against his rough approach. She felt his member rubbing against her again. The wet glans brushed through her butt crack. She pressed against her rosette stiffly and demandingly.
“Not there,” she admonished him. He slid past her butthole and found her wet pussy lips. Pushed past the rolled-up remains of her panties, which were more tempting than hindering. He then sank his masculinity into this again.
“Yes, good. "Ah," she moaned. "Yes, go ahead."
He gently bit her shoulder while his hips pressed against her ass. She lounged under him and enjoyed his wild, animalistic style. She felt victorious again because he took her the way she wanted.
Elke pushed her pelvis towards him. Letting him come deep inside her. It felt good to feel his bulging meat inside her and she lost herself in her pleasure for a moment. His hot breath licked her skin. “Yes, my horny stallion, fuck me.”
His thrusts became faster and faster. She felt his pleasure growing wilder and wilder. She was long under him, lying under her wild stallion, who was now copulating with her in a primitive way. But that was exactly what excited her at that moment. It was he who excited her. His flesh stirring inside her, tearing open and filling her wet slit.
Then he grabbed her hair. Pulled her head back. He forced her gaze to the television, forced her to see Kim, who was being mounted by Alex, her Alex.
“Yes, hurt her. Ram it up her ass," she heard her own voice. As if on command, he sped up his thrusts. She felt his member getting even harder, even bigger, inside her. She felt him getting turned on by Kim as he fucked her.
"I should fuck you in the ass, slut," he panted in her ear. With these words he pulled his penis out of her and pressed it against her asshole. Her tightly closed, dark hole fought back. She squeezed her ass cheeks together in dismay.
“No, Alex. Not. “Please,” she begged him. But he didn't respond to her. "No!"
She tried to sit up, tried to shake him off, but his strength was so much superior to hers that she was nothing more than a helpless victim of his lust. Over the months of their relationship, she had repeatedly stopped him from taking her anus. She had made up excuses, even sucked his cock and swallowed his sperm. Anything to prevent the dreaded pain and make her Alex happy.
“Please, Alex, stop, it hurts so much.”
He took it anyway from her what he wanted. His glans, moistened by her pleasure juice, slowly pushes her rosette apart. It hurt, she screamed and howled in pain. He enjoyed the feeling, enjoyed the painful tightness, enjoyed the power play with her.
“I'll fuck you any way I want, slut. And if I want to fuck you in the ass, then you have to accept it or leave. Do you want to disappear?"
"No," she cried and at the same time she could feel the glans finally overcoming her rosette. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, he penetrated her virgin intestinal canal. Elke bit into the sheet, her hands clenching into the material, while the cheering cries of the werewolves could be heard from in front. She heard Kim's moans as Alex moved inside her. His thrusts into her anus became more forceful. They took her breath away and brought tears to her eyes. He groaned like a wild animal.
"Then say it, say that I can fuck you the way you fuck a dirty little slut: in the ass." He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. Again she had to look at Kim as her boyfriend took her from behind. She could clearly see the lust in both of their eyes while Elke's tears streamed down. His huge member had almost completely disappeared into her bottom.
She felt him, felt this incredible tightness, felt the pain, the burning and the pleasure. Yes, deep inside her she also felt pleasure in being humiliated and fucked like that by him. Elke writhed under her powerful stallion, who was now mating her so mercilessly. She writhed under the strong hands that guided her and demanded of her what they wanted. She gave it to him, she had to give it to him. She combined her pleasure with her pain. Both emotions seemed to overwhelm her small mind. She no longer knew what she was saying, she just made some incomprehensible sounds. Surrendered to lust. Surrendered to his urging.
He filled her faster and deeper with his huge, bulging member. He was just as excited by her moans as by the picture of Kim, completely exhausted, leaning against the war memorial with his pleasure juice dripping from her tattooed cunt. He stopped the image and continued fucking his own submissive slut, focusing his gaze on her, forcing her to look at the other woman.
“Take a good look at her. I want you to lick her pussy."
"No, I won't do that," Elke panted, with a last bit of dignity. His massive lance then thrust even harder and his grip on her wavy brown hair became more painful.
“Listen, bitch. When I tell you to lick her, you get on your knees and do it. And when I say that each of the werewolves should fuck you, please spread your legs and spread him. If this is too stressful for you, get out. Then you don't even have to show up tomorrow. Do you want to disappear?" Faster and faster he rammed into her as he said these words and she gasped for air, which he seemed to drive out of her body with each thrust.
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“No,” she groaned. Her face was just a collection of tears, pain and pleasure. It was a kind of sexual torture game that he played with her, and whether she wanted to or not, she couldn't escape this game. She hated him for it, and yet she wanted him too much to want to end it.
Alex smiled contentedly. He had won, for now. His movements became slower and Elke was able to relax a little. He released her head. She felt her pleasure juice dripping out of her previously pierced cleft and soaking her expensive designer panties. She felt his manhood filling her intestines, which had been placed over them like a second skin. She felt every twitch, felt his pulse in her anus.
Then he picked up speed again. Slowly, because this time he gave her time to adjust. Allowing her time to gain pleasure as his bulging lance drove in and out of her. Her whimpers and cries turned into moans of pleasure. She gave herself to him. Enjoying him completely now that she had submitted to him. Her butthole was also more relaxed now, so the pain was much less severe.
He quickened the pace. Fucked her without a break, but with much more feeling in her dilated butt hole. He also moaned loudly. Gasped with pleasure. Felt the warm tightness of her gut. Enjoyed every collision of his pelvis with her little girl ass. Elke now writhed with pleasure while he fucked her in the ass. She was now panting in a steady rhythm and suddenly he felt her intestines tighten. He felt the twitching of her abdomen, heard the explosion of her vocal cords, which erupted in a huge, primal scream of pleasure.
Alex was ready too. The veteran now rammed her uninhibitedly again into her body, which had been shaken by the orgasm. His member was literally sucked dry by her tight intestinal wall. Then he came.
He loaded huge spurts of his hot semen deep into her anus. He panted and wheezed. His member twitched wildly in the petite body. At that moment Elke screamed again, pressing her slender body against his muscular one as another wave of orgasm overwhelmed her. Now they screamed and snorted in unison with their bodies until he finally collapsed on top of her, exhausted.
Elke still had tears in her eyes. The orgasm had only brought satisfaction to her body. However, inside she felt ripped apart and abused. He had taken her like a piece of meat. He hadn't paid any attention to her. Elke sobbed quietly as his semen oozed out of her intestines and flowed down to her butt crack and over her vagina.

Nausea overcame her. She was barely able to bend her head over the toilet before she vomited. She quickly emptied her stomach juices into the bowl. The impulse kept coming up. She kept throwing up small amounts of foul-tasting juice. Finally, exhausted, she held on to the toilet bowl and gasped for air.
What was wrong with her. The sex had actually been good and she hadn't eaten anything unusual. Her hand ran through her hair as she crouched on the tile floor. Then there was a knock on the door.
“Kim, are you okay?” It was Achim’s gentle voice. She had spent the last week with him. Achim was a nice man in his mid-thirties, understanding and pleasantly gentle.
“Yes. "Everything's fine," she lied. “I just wanted to take a quick shower.”
She pulled herself together and forced her athletic body to her feet. She flushed the water and then went to the large shower cubicle, where she had already had many a love game with her host.
The water filled her with new life. The jet slid gently over her body, touching it tenderly and washing over her soul at the same time. Achim didn't know what a luxury this warm shower was for her. He probably thought she was a student and she didn't feel the need to enlighten him. Her fingers slid tenderly over her body. She stroked herself a little while standing under the warm stream of water. Then she turned off the water and got out of the cabin. She grabbed a towel, dried herself and wrapped it around her body. Then she brushed her teeth. Achim had bought her a toothbrush.

“Good morning,” she greeted the engineer, who was already sitting at the breakfast table in a suit and smiling at her. She leaned over and gave him a loving kiss, which the otherwise lonely man enjoyed.
"Good morning," he whispered contentedly. “I have to go to work right away. Will we see each other tonight?”
Kim had spent every night with him for a week, and she even stayed with him all the weekend. Maybe it was because she had been feeling sick in the mornings for the last few days. She wasn't used to this regular life and something inside her rebelled against it.
"I don't know yet," she admitted. “I have to do something again. But I'll see what can be arranged."
"It would be nice," replied the well-groomed man, who could easily work in a bank. “You're like a drug, you're not that easy to get away from.”
She smiled and took a bite of a piece of jam toast that she had just spread. Kim was hungry and Achim liked the lustful smile on her lips.
"I'll see what I can do."
"Call me.""Thanks.", she hesitantly accepted his money.The engineer reached into his pocket and pulled out one of many hundred euro bills from his wallet. “Here, load it up. And keep the rest. I know how poor you are as a student."
“My cell phone credit is gone,” she confessed.


“See it as my contribution to Germany as an educational location,” he smiled when he noticed her hesitation. “It’s not much.”
Kim forced a smile. She normally had no problem accepting money from men. She didn't even have the problem of stealing it. Still, she felt somehow bad about it. She liked Achim and didn't want him to be disappointed. But at the same time she also became certain that she would not come back to him tonight. It was time for her to go. The strange emotional chaos she was currently in confused her.
When Achim left, she got dressed and left the apartment with her skateboard. She put on her gloves. A sinking feeling accompanied her in the stomach area, something was rumbling inside her. She reached the sidewalk and jumped onto her board. She was already feeling a little better again. She headed for the Ostbahnhof, where her boys and girls would soon also arrive with their skateboards.