Streetangel

 

was not far from the zoo in the center of the city. Dirk drove his new sports car through the city center until he finally found a parking space and had to walk the last hundred meters.

It was a shock to step out of the air-conditioned car into the sweltering city air. The weather forecast had promised a cooling thunderstorm, but so far Dirk could only see a blue sky and a merciless sun beating down on the asphalt.

Sonja was already waiting outside her apartment when he arrived and she greeted him with a friendly hug. She was wearing blue jeans, sneakers and a T-shirt. Physically she looked quite similar to Michaela and Ester. In contrast to her sister, Dirk's aunt had no inhibitions about getting involved herself. At 25, she was more of a big sister to the boy and so the two got along quite well.

She tied her black hair in a ponytail and jumped into the van she had borrowed from the community. Dirk also got in and buckled up.

"Thank you for taking your time. I know that if the weather was this nice, I would definitely have something else planned if I were you." Sonja gave him a friendly smile, which unconsciously reminded Dirk of his sister's lascivious attempts at seduction. The boy started sweating, and it wasn't just because of the lack of air conditioning.

“It’s okay,” he waved him off.

She nodded and then turned the ignition key. As she pulled the van out of the parking space, the boy watched her with undisguised curiosity. His aunt was so different from the rest of her family. Maybe she got that from her father, Dirk's grandfather, whom he had never met.

***

The afternoon passed quickly. Throughout the city, Sonja and her nephew collected old items of value to be sold in a charity raffle. The bank where Sonja works as a secretary. Organized this event, passing the brunt of the burden onto the insignificant young woman, while they gathered the managers with their checkbooks only on Saturday evening for a dinner of champagne and caviar, to which Sonja was certainly not invited. Dirk's father Eugen would definitely be there, as would Michaela, unless she had an appointment with her fitness trainer.

Dirk enjoyed working with Sonja. They both joked and laughed while their clothes were soaked with sweat. When Sonja noticed that her nephew was repeatedly looking lustfully at her bust, which was now particularly visible, she didn't let it show.

To Dirk's chagrin, the items had often been stored in cellars or attics for a long time. Dust, oil and dirt collected on his shirt and pants. His aunt also suffered a lot. Soon the two were joking about the layer of dirt on their skin, which Sonja now described as a form of make-up.

After finally bringing the mirrors, chairs, vases, dishes and sculptures into the warehouse, they brought the van back. They went back to Sonja's apartment because they both needed a shower and Dirk didn't feel like sitting in the leather seat of his car so wet.

Meanwhile, black clouds had gathered in the sky and a faint rumble of thunder could be heard. A cooling wind kept caressing their sweaty bodies. But unfortunately, this brief kiss of cooling air was only an intermittent pleasure, while the humid summer air remained ever-present.

They went to the fourth floor. Sonja lived there in a small apartment. Dirk hadn't been here often. His aunt lived alone. Since the rent in Frankfurt was high, this apartment only had the bare necessities. A small bathroom, a kitchen that also served as a living room and a small bedroom where Sonja's loft bed was.

Sonja had offered Dirk her tumble dryer, which wouldn't clean his things but would at least dry them. So he threw his pants, socks, panties and shirt into the dryer while he used the shower himself.

Showering was now a real pleasure. He could easily rinse sweat and dirt from his athletic body. But it was more than that, the shower felt like a really good soul massage. Dirk massaged his young body with the same men's shampoo that was at home and used by him and his father. The refreshing scent and the cooling tingling sensation of the ingredients revitalized him again. It just felt good. He repeatedly stroked his body with the shower head and tensed his well-formed muscles a little.

When he was finished, he grabbed a robe that was about his size and left the bathroom.

“You can come in now,” he said to Sonja.

"Your things still need a little while. You can grab a beer or a cola from the fridge while you're at it." Sonja looks at him as if she were looking at a work of art in a museum.

Dirk looked back at her. His blue eyes locked onto his aunt's dark green eyes. The boy suddenly felt extremely naked in front of her. The soft robe didn't seem to cover him. They both got closer. He could smell her scent. The smell of her sweat didn't bother him. On the contrary. It was arousing. Her soaked body pressed against his. She looked up at him, as he was almost a full head taller than her. For a moment you could practically see the tension between them and a slight rumble of thunder came from outside. Then she stole past him into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

***

Sonja was a little confused by the sexual tension that had suddenly arisen between her nephew and her. She slipped off her sticky clothes and dove under the wet stream of water.

Dirk was really a handsome young man. He was very similar to his father, even if the boy was far less arrogant than her brother-in-law, Sonja's boss. But above all, the boy looked really hot in his father's bathrobe. What was wrong with her?

The young woman shook her head desperately. Sonja was far from being a prude. If she were, she certainly wouldn't have agreed to the urging of her brother-in-law, who had been fucking her with some regularity for many years and who had probably gotten her an apartment near where they worked together for this reason.

Sonja unconsciously rubbed her vulva. The excitement wasn't easy to shake. Maybe it was her hormones. The time of her ovulation was approaching and Sonja's libido was particularly strong during this time. She didn't think about it any further, but simply stroked herself while the pleasant jet of water touched her skin and held her as if in a little oasis of well-being.

The excitement didn't go away, it increased. Sonja longed for a cock that would now pleasure her in her fertile vulva. Of course, this was just a surreal wish that she had in her playful dreams. At the moment, the game would definitely be too hot for her. Condoms can burst, especially with the kind of hard play she loved, and besides, she preferred it without a rubber anyway.

She longed for a cock. Full of passion she stroked her little plum that stood out between her labia. An indescribably exciting shiver ran through her as the warm water washed around her body and tried to delight her with a thousand little kisses.

Her legs began to tremble as her finger curled around the pleasure bud of her clit. She felt her excitement growing and wanted to free herself from it, but at the same time there was also this inhibition. Dirk was next door and she wasn't sure if she could make it quiet enough. Whenever Sonja felt like it, she could easily scream at half the house. Maybe this was also the reason why Eugen mostly gagged her during sex, even if she and he liked it for other reasons too.

***

The boy took a beer from Sonja's fridge and started to inspect the apartment a little while his aunt had fun in the shower.

The old building had a high ceiling. Dirk didn't understand why people used to build like that, but he wasn't really interested in it either. He browsed a little through his aunt's DVD and CD collection and turned on the music system, which was getting its songs from a USB stick. Light, Celtic-tinged instrumental music came from the speakers. It didn't sound bad, even if it wasn't really his taste.

Most of the DVDs and CDs were burned. Some of them he knew, other titles he had never heard of. “Women’s films,” the boy thought and continued searching through his aunt’s things without much inhibition.

Outside, almost black clouds were now pushing across the sky, swallowing up the last rays of the evening sun. There were some candles in the living room. His aunt apparently loved candles as much as he did. Dirk wondered whether he shouldn't set a few of them on fire. He took the table lighter and lit a candle at the table.

The room was now bathed in a soft light as his eyes continued to look around for anything interesting. The boy's curiosity made him browse the bookshelf. He had read some books and knew others by name. He pulled out a book with a black cover: The Story of the O. Although he had never read it, he had seen the film. The book of BDSM, dominance and submission of a woman was one of the classics of erotic literature.

Fragments of the film flashed through his mind. The scene where the master marked his slave with the branding iron always made his heart beat faster. He had imagined his sister in this position more than once. Branding this beast, this ice-cold angel, and subduing her held a lot of space in the boy's imagination. A rush of excitement coursed through him and he remembered a conversation with his aunt.

A month ago, Dirk asked his aunt at a wedding party why she wasn't married yet. They had both drunk a lot and Sonja, inspired by the wine, whispered in his ear that she had not yet found a man who knew how to take her. Maybe she was a woman like this O. The bulge in his pants grew.

He put the book back on the shelf. Then he also opened the drawers of her closet. Most of what he saw was unspectacular. Glasses, photos, some costume jewelry. But then he discovered a drawer full of explosives. Numerous erotic toys were spread out here, ready to function. Some of the items showed clear signs of wear. The story of the O was probably not a coincidence.

"You perverted bitch," he thought as he saw the whip and the handcuffs. A gag ball and a face mask were also among the items. His fingers felt the leather of the pleasurable torture instrument and a smile crossed his lips. He ran the whip through the air, imagining Sonja's body writhing under the blow. Then his imagination transformed Sonja's body into his sister's body, which excited him even more, especially since he had seen her naked many times.

At that moment Sonja came out of the bathroom and looked at her nephew with the whip. Both stared at each other. Nobody said anything. Neither Dirk, who held the black leather whip with numerous individual straps in his hand, nor Sonja, who was also wrapped in a bathrobe. A flash of lightning flashed across the firmament outside and bathed the two protagonists in bright light for the blink of an eye before they were plunged again into an indefinite darkness, which had also spread into the apartment through the dark clouds.

Sonja looked at the giant with the whip. Her gaze had a shy humility. She was familiar with the situation. Eugen handled the leather in the same way. He was also tall and looked damn good even at fifty. The woman just stood there. Her legs were slightly widened and her lust was far from satisfied. Dirk was her nephew and 7 years younger than her. How would he react now? She didn't know it, but her fingers acted without consulting her reason. She loosened the belt on her robe. It opened slightly and gave the boy a look at her feminine curves.

Her slim body looked so familiar. Dirk seemed to know every detail from his sister, but it was different. His sister only teased him and then pushed him away. Aunt Sonja was different, he felt that. She probably had a submissive streak, which now gave him some space to play his own game. If he went too far, nothing bad would happen, since Sonja was a black sheep in the family hierarchy anyway.

The music played an atmospheric melody, which was further supported by the distant rumble of thunder. He slid the whip through the air once more, then said: "Come here!"

His voice had a certain severity, like his father's. It had no effect at home, but it did work on his aunt. She obeyed and came towards him. Her dark green eyes looked down at him. He liked it. She definitely knew this game and deep down she wanted it too.

"So you're a little slut who likes lashes. Right?" he questioned his aunt in a serious voice as he looked down at her. He opened her coat further with the whip and stroked her breasts with the leather. He enjoyed this moment, as he had dreamed of it so often with his sister. Now another blood relative was supposed to fulfill his dream. Dirk could hardly believe it and he trembled slightly as he pushed the material over her shoulders, completely undressing her.

"Answer!" he asked her harshly. His voice was loud because he wanted to cover up his own insecurities.

Sonja's insecurity was no less, but she had the advantage of the passive part. She could let Dirk do it without leaning out of the window herself. At least she didn't have to do it any further than she was already doing. As the Celtic music from the speakers accompanied this scenario, she humbly looked down and whispered: "Yes."

She couldn't say anything more, she didn't want to say anything more. She was horny and the sultry heat made her even hotter. It was an indescribably exciting feeling, only overshadowed by the moral wrongness of her actions. Social norms prohibited her from feeling pleasure, but all doubts melted away when Dirk stroked her cheeks with the whip. It felt good and a pleasant shiver ran through her so receptive body.

Dirk, not yet sure of his power over his aunt, fished the handcuffs out of the drawer with his other hand. How would she react? Would she withdraw from him or would she allow herself to be tied up with it? He sensed a certain uncertainty in her eyes that made him hesitate.

The light from the candle bathed her delicate body in a warm veil. His eyes, which had so often feasted on the sight of his sister, now roamed over his young aunt's flawless body. He ran the leather down her neck and touched her pretty breasts for the first time. His desire increased with every heartbeat and finally, without a word, he reached for her delicate hand and placed the iron around it. She didn't fight back, but he could feel her trembling.

The erotic tension between his aunt and him was palpable. The scent of her shampoo made him hot as did her shy look. She was older and yet seemed just as young and desirable to him as his own sister. The leather slid over her flat stomach and rested between her thighs. He pressed against her wet, bare vulva and could hear a light moan escaping his aunt's lips.

Sonja felt the cold steel around her right wrist. It was trapped and she was enjoying it deep inside her. She didn't want to think that it was wrong to be seduced by her nephew and to engage with him in the dark desires that she otherwise so shamefully hid from the world.

He took her wrist and twisted it behind her back. She had to turn away from him. He quickly grabbed her other hand and led it behind her back and finally captured her with the second steel ring. With a loud click, the handcuffs snapped into place around her second wrist and secured it to her back. Sonja was now quite helpless at the mercy of her nephew, but she didn't want it any other way.

Dirk pushed his aunt against the wooden tabletop and put a hand behind her neck to press her upper body onto it. Her breasts, still damp from the shower, touched the dark-stained wood first. She gasped slightly. Then she felt the boy's warm hand on her tight bottom. He caressed her tenderly, making her feel close as she now lay helpless on the tabletop.

He kneaded her flesh and played with his fingertip through her open crack, which presented both of her holes so invitingly to him. He stroked her rosette and pressed lightly against the tightly closed hole, which, however, immediately opened to him under the pressure of his finger. The hole was obviously used to intruders.

“You little slut probably like having your ass fucked from behind.” His voice was tipsy with obscene lust. Most girls his age had always refused him this access, but Sonja seemed to enjoy it, because he only heard a slight groan in response.

“Speak!” he said harshly at her and as if on impulse he let the leather straps of the whip whir through the air and finally come down on her bottom.

“Ah!” Sonja gasped with pleasure.

“I don’t understand you, bitch!” he said sternly to his aunt. “Do you want to feel the whip on your little slutty ass?”

Before she could even begin to answer, he brought the whip down again on his aunt’s tender skin.

“Ahrrr, yes,” she cried out.

Dirk enjoyed it. The boy liked the feeling of his blood relative's delicate body bucking under his blows. He had the fantasy of whipping a woman as a boy. It excited him and so he sent another stroke between her wet pussy lips. His blow wasn't strong, but it was enough to make Sonja scream in pain. That's exactly what he liked. Once again he brought the leather down on her swollen vulva. The body trembled.

Tears welled up in Sonja's eyes. Each stroke from her nephew sent a wave of pain through her submissive body, which transformed into a vague feeling of pleasure. She looked into the light of the candle, which was only an arm's length from her head on the table. With every groan under the lashes, the candle on which she focused her gaze flickered.

“So you’re a little lust slut, Aunt Sonja, right? Do you like having your ass and dirty pussy whipped before you fuck her? Yes?” Dirk smiled sadistically and let her feel more blows between her thighs and on her buttocks.

His dirty words caused her excited vulva to swell further. Her wet black hair slid over her lightly tanned shoulders. Unlike her sister and niece, Sonja was not afraid of the sun. Dirk also couldn't see any bikini lines on her back or bottom. He assumed she was probably lounging naked in the sun. Why not. After all, his aunt wasn't particularly prudish in other respects either.

His excitement was already becoming ecstatic. Dirk whipped his aunt faster and faster on her ass, pussy and on and between her thighs. Red welts marked her firm flesh. Her sharp sounds were filled with lust and soon the boy could no longer control himself. With his bathrobe open, the fit young man stood behind the pretty woman. His bulging cockhead was aching for her reddened ass as she was bent over on the table in front of him, sobbing. Her eyes, shining with tears and pain, at the same time showed the immense pleasure that was flowing through her.

She held out her firm bottom towards him, his gaze focused on her wet labia, which were even more red than they already were from the leather straps of the whip. She wanted to feel him inside her, wanted to be fucked by her nephew, who had previously whipped her in such a brutal but somehow erotic way. She wanted to feel his thick lance in her ass, wanted to feel him in her pussy. She had long since stopped thinking about contraception when he finally rammed his cock into her anus with a jerk.

“Arrrrrhhhhhhhhhh!” she cried out desperately. It hurt to have the cock driven through her rosette without any preparation. Another flood of tears flooded her face as he fucked her deeper and deeper into her ass with powerful thrusts.

Luckily for her, after showering, she had also smeared herself with some body lotion, so that the pain became bearable after a short while, because Dirk didn't think about sparing the petite woman. On the contrary. He took the whip and held the handle to her mouth.

“Bite on it!” he ordered her and she obeyed. Then she received another blow with the palm of her hand on her whipped bottom, which caused a loud bang to echo through the room, which was soon swallowed up by a rumble of thunder.

The thunder now also swallowed her lust-filled sobs. Deep down in her submissive soul she enjoyed the harsh treatment of her nephew. She enjoyed being used by him so mercilessly. Each thrust of his hips caused her to let out a pained scream, which was now reduced to a distorted sound by the whips. Sonja tasted the leather. Saliva formed in her mouth and dripped down her lips and down her chin onto the tabletop.

His fucking movements became increasingly wild. Soon his moans also became the monotonous background music of his excitement, which fueled Sonja's head cinema even further. The young woman would never have thought that she would be fucked like this by her own nephew. In her fantasies it was mostly abstract men who took her this way. Even Eugen, who regularly took her in these and other ways since she was 18 and used her as his sex slave, hardly appeared in her fantasies; he was simply the master who took her as she wanted: Hard, animalistic, brutal.

Sonja really wasn't an angel. She wanted to be used and abused. She wanted to be inseminated by men in all positions and now she wanted to be fucked by her own nephew.

Dirk rammed his rod into her tight, hot intestines faster and faster. He literally fucked her brains out. His toned body was in wonderful condition and it was almost half an hour before she finally heard the boy's loud rhythmic gasp as he slowly approached his climax.

Lightning flashed again and again and illuminated the two who were standing in the room, which was otherwise only lit by a candle. She felt her nephew's thick member bloating in her gut, stretching it almost to bursting. She felt the twitch being carried by the nerve cells in her gut to every fiber of her body and mind.

At that moment, a flash of lightning tore through her mind and a wave of indescribable pleasure also ran through her body and, above all, her mind. Sonja reared up and let the whip fall from her drooling mouth. Her scream could probably be heard throughout the house, so ecstatic was the discharge of her pleasure. She felt Dirk's seed unloading into her intestines. She felt his hand in her hair. Then she sank forward again onto the tabletop and darkness enveloped her mind. She no longer felt her nephew finally pull his limp member out of her.