"Yes, I've enjoyed your other stories and know this is one you'd love. It's a tale of sex, families, fear, and escape."
"OK, I am very intrigued. Are you ok to start?"
"Absolutely. As you know, we start in Stuttgart, and I was working for a local law firm. Owned by a man in his early 50s, Erich Tragen, he was tall. Taller than you even around 6'5, so he towered over me. Handsome, with a fully bald head and piercing eyes. And even when wearing a thick cotton shirt, you could see how big his shoulders were. He was stocky but strong. And he spoke in a deep and booming voice that when it hit my ears, sent a shiver up my spine, and a quiver elsewhere." She let a rye smile touch her face as if remembering the feeling and continued.
"He spoke mostly German but knew my limits and tried his hardest to converse in both German and then translate to English if my face showed confusion. This man turned me on. He was certainly someone who could dominate me and tendered to have a salty attitude, but he always had a smile at the end, which really riled me.
It all came to a head one night, we were working late, I imagine you hear that a lot," I nodded, "yeah, it must be common with the stories you have heard, but it's so easy to be drawn in. However, we were together going over some details of this case, and there were 4 of us in the conference room. Working hard but Erich and I were picking over some of the statements and he was explaining some of the words used to me. But each time he did he would gaze at me. His dark eyes, sometimes black in appearance, bore into me, and boy oh boy was that voice and accent working it's magic. Then, I felt his hand on my thigh and I almost exploded."
She paused, and took a drink of the coffee she had ordered shortly after sitting, looked up again and spoke again, "when I looked at him again, he nodded towards the bathroom and headed to it, making his excuses in German but all I caught was the word break. I waited a moment and got up to "stretch my legs," but I headed for the bathroom too. I was giddy and hoped I hadn't misjudged, didn't want to find him in a compromising position, but once I got through the door, he locked it, turned me against the wall and pulled at my skirt and pants putting them around my knees."
Another sip, "Within moments, he was buried in me. He was rough, and I liked it. He just took me strong, powerful strokes, one hand on my mouth, the other on my shoulder, forcing me onto him. I couldn't have him cum in me, so when he started to groan. I got to my knees and took him in my mouth. The taste of me was always exciting and combined with this throbbing cock covering my tongue with hot, salty cum it was very exciting."
She seemed to try to contain herself, "yeah, that was an exciting one. We went straight back to work and the others barely lifted their heads from their work. We fucked on and off over the next few months but I don't think anyone suspected. Except maybe one person."
"Ok, is this where the other parts come in?" He asked.
"Oh, yes, we aren't anywhere near the end yet. I'd say we are just at the end of the first act."
"Really, WOW, this is a tale to tell."
"Well, I don't think I mentioned in my message about the fact I am bi. I've known for years since like 14 and I've experienced many different things, boys and girls, men and women. In fact, I lost my virginity to an older woman."
She saw the shock on his face.
"Not when I was 14, I just knew I liked both then, but when I was 18 and she was 21 so not much older, but enough. By then, I'd sucked cock and tasted lots of pussy but nothing ever went inside me."
He cleared his throat, "good I thought this was about to become a very different story."
She laughed, "Nope all above board and consensual."
"OK, this is lovely to know but, why?"
"Oh, sorry, Harriet. While working for this law firm, I was in a bar one night and met Harriet. She was around 45 and only slightly taller than me, she was a beauty. The blackest hair I'd ever seen and natural. The odd hint of grey and the slightest wrinkling around the eyes, but other than that, immaculate."
She blushed, "but the attraction was instant, I wanted to feel her plump lips on my body and her ample breasts pressed into me. And this was all before I spoke a word to her. When I did, she came back with the clearest of English accents, she was Oxford and had been over her 20 years, she'd met her husband, had a son and had a brilliant career as an English teacher at a University. She was what I aspired for, at 25 she had come to Germany, and now, at 25, I was here too. However I was fucking a man a lot older than 30. But I didn't tell her that."
She brushed her lips as if remembering something fun. "We spoke about home, and she told me about memories of nights out, times when she had gotten into trouble and also about when she had enjoyed times with other women. It was a lot more taboo back then, but the danger of it was what made it so much fun. She felt like if she could go back, she wouldn't, but the way it lit up her face, she was looking 25 again. I asked her about when she had last been with a woman, but it had been so long for her. A year of so before she met her husband. I asked why she was out that night, but she told me she and her husband had argued, and whenever this happened, she would come into the city and get a hotel room for a few nights."
A bigger sip passed her lips, "we chatted a little more, and she kept buying me drinks and becoming very flirtatious with me. She was so sweet, I couldn't get over the compliments, she loved my golden hair and blue eyes, she told me I reminded her of the dragon lady in that Thrones show. We talked long into the night, and by the time the bar was ready to close up, she had invited me up to her room. She took my hand, and we went to her room. She gently kissed me before we even got inside, and if my body continued to react that way. I knew she was going to have me cumming hard in no time at all."
One last sip, "when we got to the bed, we were just a mass of limbs, clothes flying out from us and when 2 fingers entered me I gasp and my pussy clamped around them. Her thumb was in place on my clit but my hips were rocking like a ship at high sea. Her tongue teased my nipples and her pussy was humping on my thigh, I could feel the black coarse hair causing friction marks on my leg, but also the her juices were flowing. I'd never known someone this wet but I suppose 20+ years denying yourself was going to be a frustrating time. We continued fucking, fingering, tonguing and tribbing. Orgasming over and over, resting and then going again. She tasted as sweet as she was. She was back to the stamina of a 20 year old but I knew that at 40+ women tend to get hornier so she was just getting her fill."
"Fuck. Did you continue being with her or was it just Erich?"
