There won’t be a moment when I think back to Inge. She meant nothing to me. But my God, what a depraved mind she had. For Inge, all of life was one big foreplay. That night we were in a crowded nightclub. She was wearing a dress with shiny blue pallets that was so short that her firm buttocks almost popped out from under it. Those buttocks. Hallelujah. The high stiletto heels made them even harder than usual. I suspected she did 200 squads every day. How else could you grow such round hard buttocks?
Inge turned to the bar to order two new cocktails, which made me stand with my crotch pressed against her ass. Ideally, I would take her right there on the spot. My hands slipped under her dress and my fingers hooked behind the straps of her thong at lightning speed. In an instant, I pulled the tiny piece of fabric over her hips to halfway up her thighs. Inge looked back and for a moment I was afraid she might be angry. But she had an intense grin on her face and she made a few small jumps that caused her panties to sink further down and finally fall to the floor.
“Naughty boy,” she whispered in my ear and then she slowly licked a long stroke across my cheek. I looked around for a moment. No one seemed to have seen what I had just done. Everyone was engaged in conversation, or dancing to the thumping beat. Then my gaze went to the panties on the floor. Her stilettos were on either side of it. She shifted her feet one by one, making her stand slightly wide-legged. I followed the lines of her bare legs up, past the beautiful curves of her hips, her flat stomach and her small round breasts, past her neck, her amazing lips, to her twinkling eyes with which she challenged me.
Without detour, I pushed a hand under her dress, straight to my goal. Her crotch was warm and sweaty. With my index and ring fingers I spread her lips and with my middle finger I made a “come-hither” motion from her moist opening to her clit. Inge only grinned.
“You’re making me wet, naughty,” she said. “You want me don’t you?” To Inge, everything was a game. She came against me and started riding me to the beat of the music, with my hand still between her legs. I felt her getting wetter and wetter. “Come,” she said and she pulled me along towards the toilets.
To my surprise, she took me in the direction of the men’s toilets. The place was crowded. Several men were standing at the urinals. But Inge didn’t care. She dropped her back against the wall and pulled me toward her. Her tongue tasted of tequila and lime and her pussy was as wet as an oyster. As I licked her neck, I hadn’t noticed her making eye contact with the men who were peeing. I only felt her hands pressing on my shoulders.
I followed the pressure until I was on my knees in front of her. I was too horny to take notice of the other men and pushed the blue shiny fabric up a little. She had trimmed her pubic hair into a landing strip. Her hands grabbed my hair and pressed me against her musky mound. I clung to her hard ass and eagerly absorbed in her horniness. All I could think about was Inge’s horny shamelessness. Here she was letting me lick her in the midst of several other men emptying their bladders.
With my eyes closed, I enjoyed the sweet and sour taste of her sex and let her thrust against my tongue. She was fucking my face. As a result, I didn’t see that at least two men had come to stand next to us. They had their dicks in their hands and were massaging themselves stiff. Inge held out her hands to them and subtly beckoned with her fingers until they were close enough to grasp their stiff member. It completely eluded me. Or frankly, I didn’t care. I concentrated on her pleasure and sucked on her.
Inge thrust and fucked my face and I felt her fluid mixing with my saliva. My chin was getting soaking wet. Her thrusts became more and more uncontrolled and she was less and less stable on her legs. For the first time, I became truly aware of the other men as their warm moisture ran down Inge’s thighs. Not soon after, Inge exploded in my mouth.
Inge pulled me up and kissed me on my mouth. Her hands grabbed my neck. They were wet and sticky.
“Your turn,” she said and laced at my belt and fly. Once she had freed my hard-on, she reached toward a soap dispenser. With a few tugs on the pump, she filled her hand. She smeared the cold soap over my cock and turned around. Inge hollowed her back and rubbed my slippery glans against her rear end. She pushed her ass back and with ease I slid into her narrow hole. She moaned loudly and began to thrust against me.
I looked around. Two men were buttoning their pants. These must have been the guys she had just jerked off? But now other men were seeing their opportunity. Four or five men stood with their boners in their hands, hoping Inge would grab them too. But Inge needed her hands to keep her balance. Roughly she pushed her pelvis back. I barely had to move. Inge was fucking me. In her ass. Inge was fucking me in her ass. I repeated it in my head not to get too distracted by the men jerking off around us, hoping they might get their turn too.
I put my arm around her and forced my hand between her legs. Inge pushed that away. She was now concerned with my pleasure. But I wasn’t succeeding. Not like this. Not with all those men around us. My erection waned and soon I slipped out of her.
“Did you come?”, she asked. I just nodded, trying not to disappoint her. That was the last time Inge and I met. I don’t think about her anymore. At least, I try my best.
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