The story of a German gentleman who meets a woman on his racing bicycle. The photo is of Stella, a German madam that you can experience live.
Almost every weekend I use the racing bicycle. Whether it’s raining, hailing, or just bright beautiful weather, every weekend with a long ride on my racing bicycle. Most of the time it is a quiet ride, except when I have had a bad week. The past week had been very unpleasant. It wasn’t due to the weather, as it had been hot all week, and it was also extremely hot today. As often, it had to do with my work. Projects that kept coming up and pressure from above that kept increasing, it was once again causing far too much stress. So when it was finally Saturday, I really needed a long but also fast bike ride. I put on my fastest cycling clothes and grabbed the lightest of my two racing bikes. Despite the heat, I really wanted to go all out today. In the city, I took it easy, but once I cycled between the fields the speed went up. I went into a trance and kicked out all my frustrations.
Even when I came to cycle on the winding paths through the woods I didn’t hold back. I swished through curve after curve without worrying about other people, because it was still early and you hardly meet anyone here. When I was in the middle of a bend, suddenly a yellow flash shot past me. I got off balance and pulled hard on the brake. My front wheel slipped and I had to do breakneck moves to avoid going down. I saw that the other cyclist had stopped too. Good, I thought, that guy is going to get a good winding. While I was still halfway up my bike, I started cursing and shouting. “Dirty bastard!” I shouted. “Can’t you look out your eyes?”. I clumsily got off my bike, it seemed more like controlled falling. Then I looked closer and saw that the yellow phantom was a woman. She had light blond hair that came out in a ponytail tied under her yellow bike helmet. She weighed and looked at me disrespectfully. I immediately felt like an appalled dork. Not only because I had accidentally yelled at a woman, but mostly because of the way she looked. She made me feel with her gaze that I was nothing to her.
The cold gray eyes stared at me without blinking. She was waiting for something. “Sorry…” I stammered. “It was my fault I wanted to go too fast…” She was still silent and kept staring at me. “Are you okay?” I continued. She finally opened her mouth. “It’s Madam for you little guy,” she said. “Y-y-yes ma’am,” I said automatically. What idiocy, why did I have to call her Madam? She wasn’t even older than I was. And why was I doing it so well anyway? “Come over here,” she said. Yes, of course, I had to come to her. Submissively, I did as she instructed. “Are you really sorry?” she asked. She blinked for the first time. I looked straight at her. “Yes of course… but.” She held her finger in front of her mouth. I stopped talking. “You want to prove that to me, little guy?” she continued. I hesitated and had no idea what she was getting at.
But still, I nodded. “Yes” I said. Finally, a hint of a smile broke through on her face. “Nice,” she said tidily. “Then come with me” She grabbed her bike and walked between the trees into the woods. I rushed back to my own racing bicycle, grabbed it off the ground, and followed her. She ran fast and lithe like a gazelle through the woods, while I clumsily dragged my own Gazelle with me. How did she do that? She moved gracefully like a goddess past bushes, trees, and I had to keep hurrying to not lose sight of her. We came to a clearing in the woods. There she put her bike down. I put mine next to it. Sex in the forest “Take off your clothes” she said to me. I did as I was told. I started with my helmet. Then my shirt. And my shoes. My socks. And then… little by little my shorts. Until I was completely naked.
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She didn’t move a muscle the whole time. She just looked at me with her cold gray eyes. She made me get down on my knees and in the meantime looked around searchingly. “Are you ready for BDSM?” Madam said. She walked around the clearing and inspected a tree. From there she pulled a long thin twig and walked back to me with it. “Also on your hands”, she said. I did so. She stood behind me. “Are you really sorry?” she asked me again. Apparently, even now, I was allowed to back out. I thought carefully about my answer. What was right? I decided that I was still sorry and needed to take my punishment. “Yes ma’am” I said, “I am still sorry.” She waited a few moments, more time to think. I remained seated. “Good” she said. “Then you must be punished.” Immediately I heard a soft practiced sound, followed by a slap, and almost immediately a sharp pain traveled through my left buttock. “Ouch” I cried instinctively. “You have to be a quiet little guy,” she said. “Otherwise, we really can’t do BDSM sex here. Again I heard the sound, but now I was better prepared for it.
The pain had increased, but I breathed out hard through my mouth but made no more noise. After a few seconds, I was hit again with the twig, this time on my right butt cheek. And another. Then again on my left butt cheek, and another. And another. I wasn’t counting, but it was about thirty when she finally stopped. I felt her gaze on me, inspecting my buttocks. I had silently endured my punishment. Submissive man “That was a very handsome boy” she said. She came to stand in front of me again. Without me noticing, she had also taken off her clothes herself and stood before me stark naked. She was truly a goddess. I had never seen such a gorgeous woman naked with my own eyes. She was truly perfectly formed and had completely even soft skin. She was lightly tanned all over her body. Remarkable for a cyclist, I thought, with our half-length clothing. She often had to sunbathe completely naked. Her boobs were a firm B. I was at just the right height to get a good look at her pussy.
She was all hairy, completely unshaven, and pure nature. No, I would never normally fall for that. But with her, it fit. It was as if Eve stood before me in paradise. As it turned out, she had not made me sit in front of a fallen tree trunk by accident. She was now sitting on it herself. She shamelessly spread her legs. Furthermore, she raised one foot and held it in front of my face. “Lick,” she said and without hesitation, I immediately began to lick her foot. They were small and very feminine. I licked the sweat off and was so absorbed in it that I even began to forget a little about the pain in my ass. Then I had to lick the other one. “And now you have to lick my pussy” she said. So I crawled forward and brought my mouth to her hairy pussy. She made her back hollow and pushed her pussy towards me. So I began to lick her wet lips. Suddenly I heard the twig swish again. It landed on my right buttock. A screeching pain swept through my ass again. “Ouch,” I involuntarily cried out again, only now muffled because I had buried my face between her thighs. “Just now for punishment,” she said. “This is because I think you like it, little guy”. I didn’t contradict her but continued to lick her pussy.
She tasted as divine as she looked. I had tasted a lot of pussies, but never one as sweet as her hairy puff. She was as sweet as honey and I couldn’t get enough. And she was right, I loved it. Spanking BDSM sex in the forest She gave me another blow or thirty, or was it more like forty? But at some point, she finished in my mouth. Her curly pubic hair was completely soaked by now. Shaking wildly, she pushed her Venus mound against my face, and I felt the shudders run through her thighs. She wedged my head between her legs and I licked like a man possessed, until she finally loosened her grip. She had come without producing a single sound.
She just said, “Yes, that was a good little guy.” I was allowed to get back up and had to sit with my buttocks on my feet. Those hurt viciously again, but apparently, she wasn’t done with her twig yet. My cock was rock-hard by now and it was sticking straight up in the air because of my pose, boldly aimed at her hairy cunt. She stroked it teasingly with the twig. The fear that she would hit him with it now was not great enough to dispel the pleasure she was giving me with the caresses. She put the twig aside and instead placed both her feet around my shaft. With that, she began to jerk me off smoothly. I had no idea I was so excited, but it only took a very short time for her heavenly feet to bring me to orgasm. I shot long jets straight up, and they splattered all over her feet, ankles and on the surrounding ground. It was blissful, I had rarely ejaculated so deliciously. Then all of a sudden it went really fast. Before I had even recovered from my orgasm, she had all her clothes back on. “Next week. Same time. Same place.” That was all she said as she left me naked on my buttocks in the clearing in the woods.
