I have been with my partner for over a year now. I met Petra in a bar. Our eyes met, we talked, laughed and drank together and then something happened that everyone knows and has experienced. You drive home together, have a drink, maybe talk about one or two trivial things and eventually have sex. That’s how it was with us. After that night we met a second and a third time until we decided to go through life as a couple from now on. And that was the point at which a lot of things changed. Very slowly at first, but then the dreary everyday life began to creep into our lives. The sexual desire and passion of the beginning had disappeared.
Despite being 26 years old, Petra was not necessarily a woman who was keen to experiment or was curious when it came to love and everything that goes with it. I am 30 years old myself and have experienced and tried out a lot in my past and I have the corresponding curiosity to do and try different things and am also much more open-minded when it comes to sexual matters in general than my girlfriend. I was slowly starting to get bored in my relationship. Until last Monday, when Petra left the apartment early to go to her job as a saleswoman. As always, I got up early and risked a look into the garden of the house next door. And there I saw her again doing housework. Sabine was a 47-year-old woman. As always, she was standing at the rotary clothesline, wearing tight, short leggings and a short-sleeved blouse, and throwing the dried laundry into a basket. We had known each other for a while, to be precise, since I had been coming and going to Petra’s. We had also talked to each other several times. Just the kind of thing you say among your neighbors.
Problems at work, the weather, world events, all sorts of things. I knew that her husband, Olaf, was a taxi driver and often came home late or early, depending on his shift. But Olaf was a bore. Not only did I notice this myself, but Sabine often reacted when asked about her husband with a disparaging hand gesture and clear comments like “he’s not really into it anymore” and so on. I liked Sabine a lot. She was a real, mature lady. Medium height, I estimate between 1.65 and 1.70 cm tall, slim, short dark blonde hair, sky blue eyes and a pleasantly soft and warm voice. Her feminine charms were not very lush, but her small, flat bottom and her also quite small and slightly sagging breasts gave her something very distinctive. I was into her! I’ve had many great experiences with mature women and knew exactly how to classify and appreciate the advantages of a mature woman. I went out onto the balcony and lit a cigarette. “Good morning!” I called out to Sabine.
“Good morning, young neighbor!” Sabine replied, smiling at me with sunglasses on. “So, hanging up the annoying laundry again?” I asked, because I couldn’t think of anything better. “Yes, unfortunately we can’t afford a cleaning lady. Has Petra already gone to work?” Sabine asked. “Yes, about ten minutes ago. I’m making coffee. Would you like to come over for a cup?” Of course I knew that I could ask this question with a clear conscience. Because Olaf had already been out of the house for over an hour. “Sure, I’ll be right there,” she replied, and barely a minute later we were sitting in the living room, drinking coffee and chatting. “Is everything OK with you two beauties?” Sabine asked. “Well, to be honest, I’m missing a lot of things. Interpersonal things, if you know what I mean. I’m a young man with needs and unfortunately she hardly satisfies them.” “Oh, I know that all too well,” she interjected. “It’s no different with me and Olaf. We love each other, but there’s no passion or fire!”
I brought the cup to my lips and looked my neighbor up and down. Her feet were in simple, open house sandals, her legs were slim and her velvety soft looking skin was shaved and flawless. “Shall I make you cum like you’ve never cum before?” I spat the coffee I had just drunk from the cup back into it in shock. Had I misheard? Was Sabine really asking me if she should make me cum? I looked at her. She grinned mischievously. The next moment she stood up and offered me her hand. “I assume that’s the bedroom, right?” I just nodded. When we got to the bedroom, she pushed me onto the bed. Now I was sitting on the edge of the bed, she knelt in front of me and said, “I just have a few small conditions.” “Conditions?” I asked. “Yes. You do exactly what I ask of you, don’t say anything, don’t ask any questions. I’m a starving woman and I’ve been itching to put you through the wringer for a long, long time.
The thought of having your young, big ox cock at my disposal has been making me wet for ages!!! Lie on your back and put your hands behind your head. And they’ll stay there, no matter what happens, do you understand that?” Again I could only nod, because the situation was so unbelievably exciting and a certain, but horny-feeling lump was sitting in my throat, but that didn’t detract from the fact that my cock was already very noticeable in my shorts. Sabine pulled my boxer shorts off my hips and my hard Johnny jumped towards her, full and ready for anything. “I promised you that I would make sure that you would cum so horny, so richly and so incredibly intensely during the handjob as you have never cum before, you nasty little cock man!!! You will belong to me! I will work on your cock, your balls, your balls and your ass, that you will think that the sky is falling on you!!!” Now I lay there. Hands behind my head. Sabine spread my legs wide apart and knelt right in front of me.
My naked, fleshy cock, which grew in size and hardness as she slowly began to jerk it off with her practiced hand. At the same time, she moistened the middle finger of her other hand with her saliva and guided it to my ass. “Lift your legs and show me your rosette! Come on, show me your tight little hole, you horny bastard! Yes, that’s good! Now we’ll see if we can find the small, sensitive walnut. Hmmmm, how beautifully tight your muscle ring wraps around my thin finger. I love the feeling of fingering a man anally! Do you know how infinitely wet it makes me to milk your warm, plump cock and finger your small, unruly asshole? Aaah, there it is!” Sabine had found what she had been looking for in the depths of my anus. My walnut!!! My sensitive prostate!!! I lay there and let my girlfriend’s neighbor milk me. What an indescribably awesome feeling and my thoughts were running wild in my head. Sabine was incredibly skilled.
Her left hand slid up and down my cock while the middle finger of her right hand massaged my prostate. The pressing, pulling and tingling was simply out of this world! I felt things that I had never experienced before, but which I knew would make me instantly addicted and I would want to experience them over and over again. Everything around me disappeared. Only Sabine’s voice was in my head. She spiced up her horny game with the dirtiest, hottest and filthiest words I have ever heard from a woman’s mouth. “I know for a fact that you want to come now rather than right away! You want to come! You want to touch me! You want to touch my body. You want to see me naked, do it with me, stick your hard cock in my wet little cunt and fuck me! That’s what you want, right? You want to take me here and now. You want to cradle my soft, warm saggy tits in your hands and turn my nipples into big, full, ripe, appetizing raspberries. But I tell you, you will never have any of that! You will never feel any of that.
Never!!! What do you think of me, you little, pathetic cock-bearer? I’m a married woman! Do you think I’ll let you fuck me? Do you think you’ll own me, use my body and add me to your collection of pussies you’ve fucked? No, that will never happen!!! And I’m warning you, my dear!!! If you take your hands out from behind your head and try to touch me, or if you squirt your warm, white cum without my permission, I’ll tell Petra everything! I hope we get along!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Sabine, my girlfriend’s neighbor, threatened me while she worked on me with her powerful hand-cunt and massaged my prostate with her index finger. My feelings seemed to overwhelm me. I wasn’t allowed to cum. I felt the telltale pulling in my balls that regularly announced my approaching orgasm. I forced myself to think about something other than this dirty, horny thing that was going on here.
Then I heard her voice again: “I can feel your balls being full to bursting. You would love to show me so much how you squirt out your warm desire. You would love for me to give you permission to defile my pussy with the wet proof of your masculinity, wouldn’t you??? You are a lousy little wanker! A lascivious, perverted wanker like all the others. And you will fail!!! Come on! Show me how weak you are!!! You won’t be able to hold back! Go on, give me your thick, white cum! Squirt everything you’ve got at me so I can revel in your pathetic failure! Do you want to bang me, you horny whore? Do you want to fuck me in all my hot, greedy holes? Yes, you do! Come on, be a good little cock man and show me your cum! You’re too weak!!! Far too weak to hold back your man slime! Spit already, you stallion in heat! Imagine how you’ll fuck me hard, deep and wild from behind, like a mangy bitch in heat!!! Yessssss, give it to me! Give me your hard cock.
Push me all the way to my horny cervix and shoot your warm load! You loser! You can’t get me back! You’ll be the next number in my register of wannabe men who I’ve shown that they don’t stand a chance when an experienced cunt, a whore fuck-mare like me, milks the white out of their pipes!!!” After those words, I was finally done for. No matter how hard I tried to suppress my orgasm and hold back my warm juice, I couldn’t! My gates opened and my semen gushed out of my squirt hole in thick, sticky, white spurts. Sabine’s mouth was twisted into a big grin and she said, “Yeeeees, that’s fine, you horny bastard. Yes, give me your juice, you little loser!!! I’ll milk it dry from you! Yeeeeees, that’s great!!!” When the last drop had run out of me and I came to, groaning and close to fainting, I looked down at myself. Sabine was holding my now half-flaccid cock in her hand, which was covered in cum, and grinned at me with sparkling eyes.
I saw it very clearly. She was enjoying her victory. And fear spread through me. Hadn’t she said that she would betray me to my girlfriend if I came without her express permission??? Had she given me permission??? Or was she just trying to mock me the whole time? Sabine wiped her hand dry on the bed sheet, pulled her finger out of my sensitive back door and went straight out the bedroom door. “Sabine, please wait! What are you going to do now? I mean, you know.” “What am I going to do? I’m going to go over to my house now and rub my itchy pussy and clit with pleasure. I’m really horny!!! You can dream about that. As for Petra, don’t worry. After all, I don’t want Olaf to find out about you either. I just want to tell you this much: for me, it never happened and it will never happen again. I want to keep this experience as a horny memory. And hopefully you too!” And of course I wanted that.
Sabine disappeared through the front door and from that day on everything went back to normal. We saw each other, talked, drank coffee. We never said a single word about that morning again. But my mind was enriched by an incredibly hot handjob memory and a tinglingly hot fantasy.
