1. Gold Digging Whore


    Date: 7/23/2015, Categories: True Story, Author: GoBig7, Rating: 43.8, Source: sexstories.com

    I hope the english isn’t too bad. Not my first language ;) I’d love to hear your opinions. So here we go. It’s quite a bit to read: Mornings at half past 8 in Germany… isn’t that the beginning of a TV commercial? Well anyway, today i’m going to tell about my schedule on the day after the World Cup final 2014. Mornings at half 8 in Germany and I get on the train. A bad hangover, too little sleep, too much celebrated, what a shitty idea today to go to a customer appointment. So i got in my suit and on the way. Fortunately I have reserved a seat because the train is (again) overcrowded. I sit down on my seat and there she comes along the corridor … .Ca.165cm, slim, small firm breasts, an luscious ass and a really short and tight dress that reveals that she can’t wear more than a thong under it and long slim legs in high heels. Her chocolate brown skin looks matches perfectly her turquoise designer dress. The long dark curly hair she pulled back in a severe ponytail, her eyes hidden behind a huge sunglasses. What’s she doing in the 2nd grade, I wonder? She is dressed head to toe in designer clothes. Chanel, Gucci, Dior, … I have the feeling that she wears every expensive brand out there and she is proud to present it. Its shown by her walk, her body language and appraising look over the rest. I close my eyes and start dreaming „I just take her, push her further, then shove her dress over her butt and start slapping….! …" then I get jostled on the legs and realize that she sits ...
    directly in front me. She looks at me briefly and then disinterested out the window. Damn, i have a crush on women like these! Her dress even fits tighter than i thought, the nipple slightly push through and I’m sure she knows it too, but it can also just pass as accidentally. I now change my sitting position and under the table I manage to move my legs between hers. Now she sits in front of me with easily spread legs. She tries to close them, I’m just so impertinent and press against her legs. Not that I have anything of it, but the thought taking a peek under the table makes me really hot. She quits her tires and remains seated that way. She looks at me with a different look at, but if that look is good or bad, I can not judge;) But I decide that it is good and she likes men who are in charge. I slide forward a little so she has to spread her legs a little further. There is still nothing happening, we only touch lightly on the legs, but still my dick is hard as a rock and throbbing in my pants. I start dreaming again and my hand is going up her legs under the table. I really want to know what she is wearing underneath. Well actually I will undress her, whatever she is wearing underneath. But it is determined outrageously expensive lace underwear that I’d take off her. I guess she is not entirely shaved. She leaves a tiny landing strip as invitation that ends directly over her labia. I want to pull them apart with my fingers and shove them fingers rough in her. My thoughts run ...
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