Hi, I’m Anett. I was 32 when I had something happen that, 10 years later, I’m still pretty excited about. I’m going to tell you about it.I’m Anett. I’m not very tall (167 cm) and I weigh around 54 kg. I have dark blond hair and brown eyes.
I’ve got a small B cup and, according to some, a pretty great pair of bottoms. I’m quite sporty. I run and ride my road bike in the summer and my mountain bike when the weather is bad.I’m married with two kids, and I’ve always been monogamous. I watch porn regularly and read exciting stories and fantasize about it, but I don’t think that’s cheating. I’m easily aroused and I’d like it to be more exciting and rough at home, but unfortunately that’s not the case. It happened when my husband was busy with work and couldn’t be with me, and I was between jobs and had the summer off.
The kids were in after-school care, and we left it that way even though I was home. It was temporary, and we didn’t want to risk it for the kids, so I had plenty of time for myself, which was great. The weather was great, so I’d regularly hop on my racing bike and go for a ride, just like that day.Normally, I take a small backpack with me with some food and spare bike parts, but that Thursday, I was planning to ride a short tour, so (stupidly) I didn’t bring anything.I was wearing cycling shorts that went above the knee, with a chamois in the pants that kept me from slipping. I also had on a shirt that didn’t have a bra.
I do this more often with my little B. My nipples are poking through my shirt, and I find that quite sexy. My hair is in a ponytail, and I left around 11 o’clock. It was delicious.The temperature was in the 60s, and it was deliciously quiet on the country roads during the week.While cycling, I decided to ride a bit longer and do a bigger lap. When I was a good ways from home and away from the “civilized” world, the weather suddenly changed. It started to rain and the sky got all dark and cloudy. I hadn’t predicted that. They didn’t know anything about it either. In a short time, I was soaking wet. I drove into a small village and decided to have a drink somewhere, but there was nothing there. I went to a bus stop, but there was no booth.
Then, as if that weren’t enough, I punctured my tire. Like a drowned cat, I ran to a big tree for some shelter. What the hell was I going to do?My pants stuck to my bottom, and so did my shirt. I could clearly see my breasts, and my nipples were stiff. It wasn’t that cold otherwise. I stood there pathetically for a while, and the rain didn’t stop. There was a big house on the other side with a garage and a carport. I decided to go there to see if they had any glue for my tire. A car drove up quietly, and the driver looked at me and drove into the driveway. A man came out from under the carport and shouted,
“Come and take shelter here!”I grabbed my bike and walked quickly across the street. Under the carport, I was pretty much dry. The guy was at least 60, but looked well-groomed and boyish. He looked at me too, and I realized that with my soggy clothes on, I was pretty visible. I was standing there naked by now. My tire is flat, and I’m soaked. Yes, I can see that, he said, laughing. Let’s go inside so you can get dry, and then we can figure out what to do about your tire. I followed him into the kitchen, passing through the garage. We stepped out into the kitchen, which had big windows looking out onto a huge garden and the meadows beyond. It was still pouring. He held out his hand and said his name was Pim as his eyes swept over my body.
He undressed me with his eyes. Strangely, my nipples got even harder. I said, “Anett,” as I took his hand. I felt like a prudish schoolgirl, which is not usually me. Take off your shoes. I’ll give you a big towel, and then you can take off your wet clothes. I’ll put them in the dryer if that’s possible. He walked away to get what he said. I stood there, contemplating what to do. Should I undress myself?I’d be naked in a towel with this strange man. I was sure that couldn’t happen, but while I thought it couldn’t, I felt my nipples standing rock hard and felt something tingling in my crotch. He came back a moment later with a towel, the biggest one I have, he said. Take off those clothes over there, he pointed to the hallway. You can use a bedroom. I took the towel and walked the direction he pointed. I walked into a room with a very large bed and a closet with mirrored doors.
While I still thought it couldn’t be done, I peeled the clothes off my body, and naked a moment later, I stood in the room. I dried myself off, and it immediately felt better. I saw myself naked in that strange room, my nipples still pointing up rock hard, and I felt myself getting horny from the excitement of being naked in a strange environment. I put on the towel. It was big enough that I could button it above my breasts and it fell to just above my knees.
I walked back into the kitchen with my wet clothes. Pim had made coffee in the meantime and took my clothes. He asked if my sneakers could also go in the dryer, and luckily, they did. A moment later, he was back and said that everything would be dry in half an hour, 45 minutes. I asked if I should get coffee or tea. No, coffee’s fine. I was standing there with the towel around me, and suddenly felt totally naked. Let’s go to the room. I followed him to the room, and he put the cups on the table and pointed to the couch. I wanted to sit down, but the couch was pretty low, and I ended up sitting pretty awkwardly on the edge. He went into a club across from me, and we drank coffee while he talked about himself.
He said he was divorced and had kids out of the house. He’d sold his business and been home for about ten years, and it turned out he was 66. I told him a bit about myself, too. It was really hard sitting there with just the towel on, and I noticed it was open on the side up to my hip. He looked amused at how I was struggling to keep everything covered. It turned out I’d wandered quite a bit and it was at least about 2 hours by bike home. It was still raining. Otherwise, I’ll put your bike in the car later and take you. By car, it’s half an hour. Again, the towel was open on the side, and my leg was completely exposed, up to my hip. I decided to stop struggling with the towel. Shit, I was sitting with a bare bottom to look at in front of him.
What am I supposed to do?My mind thought I should do something about it. But I didn’t and couldn’t do anything anyway. I decided to act a bit innocently, pretending not to notice, and my body reacted. I felt myself getting horny, which I hadn’t felt in a while. I actually found this quite exciting. Do you still want coffee, he asked. Yes, well, I’ll walk with you. I could put that towel right back on. I stood up. He stood next to me and said I liked it better when you were sitting there. I knew exactly what he meant and felt myself coloring. From me, you don’t have to be so difficult with that towel in the sauna.
I see naked women enough. He looked at me, and I turned back into that schoolgirl by his look. He grabbed the edge of my towel and pulled gently. I held the towel firmly and looked at him with my puppy dog eyes. He looked at me intensely and said, “Let go, Anett. Listen to your master. “What did he say?Listen to your master?I looked at him and felt a rush of horniness. Did he say master?Hands off, Anett. Listen to your master. I understood it clearly. As if it was the most normal thing in the world, I let go, put my hands next to my body, and looked at him. He gently pulled the towel and it slid off my body, leaving me naked in front of him. I felt my nerves rushing through my body as he stepped back and looked at me. You look delicious, honey. Turn around. I did as he said and turned around. Delicious bottoms. Go sit back on the couch, he said. I did so.
A moment later, he returned with two cups of coffee and sat down again in the club across from me. I sat there, blushing on the edge of the couch. He watched me for a bit and then said, “Sit back. “I did, legs apart. What did he say?I bit my lip and looked at him. Legs apart, he said a little louder. I did it. Play with yourself. Caress those delicious titties and pussy. I felt myself coloring and hesitantly, I grabbed one of my breasts and caressed my nipple. I started to rub my belly and went a little lower between my legs. I was wet and did what he said, and the longer this went on, the hornier I got.
Well done, little slut. I felt right away that you need it. He stood up and came to stand in front of me. Undo my pants. I came forward and undid his belt and pants. Good. Pull my pants down a little and get my cock out. I did as he asked and a hefty cock flopped out of his boxers—bigger and thicker than my husband’s. Take hold. I grabbed his cock and saw pre-cum on his glans. He grabbed my tail and pulled my head toward his cock. Come, little slut, let’s see what you can do. If you do your best, you can be my horny little whore this afternoon, and I will let you enjoy yourself. He called me a “little slut” and a “horny little whore. “I’m a married woman, but his dirty talk turned me on quite a bit. I hadn’t been this horny in ages. And? Go do your best, you horny bitch. I looked up and heard myself say,
“Yes, sir. “
“Good, that’s the way I like to hear it. He held his penis in front of my face, and I immediately licked the semen off his glans. He pressed his glans against my mouth, and I had to really struggle to take that thick penis into my mouth. Then he quietly started having sex with me while holding my hair. Deeper and deeper he came until I had to gag. Then he eased up and said it would get used. I want your nose against my belly, slut.
Didn’t your husband teach you this? I hadn’t thought about my husband at all. I was a total slut, a hooker, as he called me. I’d been in there less than half an hour, with this really strange older guy who was older than my dad. He was naked in front of him and sucking his thick cock. I felt his cock go deeper and deeper, and I could have it easier and easier. I enjoyed it, and felt my nipples go rock hard and my pussy open. He grabbed my nipples and pinched, twisted, and pulled on them. I did my best, and then I was sitting with my nose against his belly like he wanted. I felt tears running down my cheeks. Good little bitch, I knew you could do it. He pulled his cock back and said, “I’m proud of you.
“Then he lowered to his knees in front of me, grabbed my knees, and pushed my legs apart. He looked at my pussy, which was open and soaking wet. I felt my pussy, eager for his tongue. I stroked my clit and held my pussy open for him. Do you want my tongue, he said, looking at me. I nodded. Then ask me nicely, slut. Would you please lick my pussy, sir?He laughed, and a moment later, I felt his tongue on my pussy. He was driving me crazy. He licked between my lips and sucked on my clit. He even licked my starlet and put his tongue inside. My husband hardly ever licked me, and never my starlet. I was on the edge of myself, moaning so loudly that the whole street could have heard me if it were an ordinary residential area.
I felt an orgasm coming and heard myself shout, “Oh, yes, master. Lick your horny whore. I am your slut, master. Oh, yes, please. “And then I came. It didn’t seem to stop and was very intense. Pim came over and kissed me, and now I want to have sex with my horny little girlfriend. He took off his pants and shirt, pulled me onto the couch, positioned himself between my legs, grabbed my knees, and pressed them and each other towards my titties. I was completely exposed to him. He put his penis against my vagina, took it into my mouth for a moment to wet it with some vaginal fluid, and then I felt him pressing. I’d never had a dick as thick as his before. I felt his tip enter me, and it hurt a little, so I moaned that he was too thick.
But he pressed on until his dick was in for a bit and waited a while. I was pretty stuffed, but it was starting to feel delicious. Your pussy is as tight as a little girl’s. Let me stretch it a little. I now automatically began to push back a little myself, and that was the signal for him. He pulled back a bit and then pressed in deeper. He kept going, and his really big dick was right up against my uterus—I’d never had anything in there that deep before. Then he started fucking me, and with each thrust, he seemed to go deeper. It was driving me crazy—so horny. I begged for his cock and told him I was his whore, his horny little slut, and that he was my master. He answered this by fucking me even wilder, and I felt another orgasm coming on.
He leaned back to enter me even deeper and harder, grabbed my neck with one hand, and pressed. Little horny whore. I’m going to fill up your tight little girl pussy. Come for me, horny bitch. I got even crazier from his hand on my neck and his horny words. I felt like I couldn’t leave, and I felt his erection swell up and cum inside me. I came screaming and begging him to fill his slut up. I thought I stayed in like this, but I felt it was even more intense than before, and I shivered all over my body.
He pulled his penis out of my vagina with a plop, came at my head with his penis, and wanted me to clean it. I was still in a daze and willingly opened my mouth, and I tasted his seed and my horn. I sucked and licked him clean, as if I had never done anything else. He asked, “Would you like a drink, honey? Just recover, and then I want to fuck you one more time before I take you home. “Naked, we walked to the kitchen, and he asked what I wanted. He poured some and handed me a glass. He pulled me close and sat down, his hands on my ass, and started massaging it.
My nipples got hard right away, and I felt him get hard against my belly. “Gee, that’s fast,” he said. I walked along with him, almost like a zombie. He took my hand and led me to the patio, which was covered with a few benches around a low table. He plopped down on one of them and pulled me onto his lap. His hand was on my pussy, and I pressed it against his hand. He laughed, “Good for you, bitch in heat. “His language turned me on even more. I really never knew I reacted so much to horny language. I rode his hand and moaned, “Come sit on me. “I placed my knees next to him and grabbed his cock. I held it against my pussy and looked for the opening, and slowly I lowered myself onto it.
His cock was really thick, and I had to rock up a few times and then go a little further. Gee, how horny I was. I started riding him while he looked at me, and I said, “Do you like it?” He nodded, and I said, “Say it. I want to hear you say it. ” I said, “Yes, I like it, delicious. Yes, delicious. Are you my slut?” I was so horny, I didn’t care anymore what I said. Yes, master, I’m your horny slut. I rocked up and down, harder and harder, and I was saying all kinds of horny things. I almost came and begged him to squirt in my pussy. Ah, yes, little bitch, I am coming, and he squirted.
At the same time, I came. I felt myself convulsing uncontrollably. I had never cum like that before. I lowered myself against him, and it took a few minutes to regain control. He kissed me, and I kissed him back, grateful. “Thank you, honey. You were super,” he said. I felt a surge of pride. We walked inside, and a moment later, he came with my dry clothes on. We got dressed, and I said, “I’m going to pee very briefly. “”Okay, come to the garage in a minute. ” On the toilet, I wiped away the remnants of arousal that were still coming out of my pussy. I thought to myself, “Wow, it was really great. Why wasn’t it like that with my husband?”In the garage, Pim was just clamping the front wheel again.
There was a small stone stuck to the tire, which had caused the puncture. He said he had fixed it, and without much conversation, he loaded my bike into his car. He asked, “Shall I take you away?” We didn’t say much during the short ride. When we got to the edge of my neighborhood, I asked him to let me out. He stopped, bowed, kissed me, stroked my hair, and said, “You can come whenever you want, but only on Wednesdays because I’m usually not home. “We got out, and he unloaded my bike. He kissed me again as I got on and drove away.
When I looked back a few hundred yards away, I saw him turn and ride away. For the next few days, I had a guilty feeling about whether I’d gotten him there. I really thought my husband could tell what had happened, but the next moment, I got bloodlust and had to help myself. When it was the weekend, I realized that everything at home went on as if nothing had happened. I was thinking about Pim nonstop, and I was super horny. My husband was too busy with himself and, as usual, didn’t pay any attention to me.
