Martina was there before and suggested an icecream parlour by the market square. " She looked around and whispered as she leaned in: "You have no idea... It was cold and hard, and I spread my labia while guiding it into my pussy. I turned the spoon inside me and pulled it out, holding it up to Martina, who took it reluctantly in her mouth, but started sucking it thoroughly. She squealed and whimpered, when she came, and stood there for a while gasping for air, the plug still inside her. I pulled up my skirt and she purred happily at the sight of my red bush. I pissed on her, and she swallowed it happily, as if she never did anything else.She gave me another description of herself, so I might recognize her. Last night, I gave myself a long nice shower in preparation for today, and I thought of our hot chats. "Wow, I did..." she started to say when I interrupted her harshly by aiming a spray of pee straight at her face. I wondered if her mind wasn't dirtier than she would let on, because now she was "in the mood" she didn't know any boundaries. She had a few clunky rings on her fingers and several bangles that clattered on her wrist.(We didn't feel comfortable sending photos at the time.) I just said she'd know it's me - that's how it is as a redhead, you'll get noticed. And I just peed nicely on my hand and rubbed it all over my tits while I thought of you doing that to me. What she couldn't swallow she let run down her tits, where it dripped on the floor. "Blast my cunt, slave," I replied and pulled my twat wide open.So I drive to our meeting point and the whole time I'm thinking about what I might do with her when I meet her. After all, I masturbated several times with her, and she knows more about my secret longings than anyone else. You know, like that one time." I nodded and remembered one of our chats, when we found out we both liked water sports. When I was finished, her white top was soaking wet and had a yellow stain. She licked the last drops out of my pubic hair and then looked up at me. I wanted her to look deep inside my hole, into the muff of her mistress, which she had to obey and be obedient to.And I know about her fantasies with her friend Cora, or that she wants to be my slave. She had a beautiful, open laugh, and her face was so pretty I wondered why she put so much work into her body. The café had only a few other visitors, a few schoolgirls sat on a table across from us, and a couple seemed to be sitting inside. The waitress came up and I ordered a big sundae with cream and Cappuccino. I mostly do it myself, if I even have the time, so not very much. She pressed her fingers tight and pushed the tips into my hole.
From the market square we went on a walk down towards the river. "The way I know us we rather piss on beauty standards." Martina didn't say anything but steered the boat towards a small overgrown island close by. When we got there, we got off the boat and walked naked through the thicket until we were sure nobody could see us. I heard her gasp for air, but she bravely pushed back.
I thought it odd at first, but it seemed to really turn her on, so with time I enjoyed our little role-play as well. We live about 200 km apart, it was summer and we were both curious. "I'm such a little anal whore who needs it up her asshole constantly.
So we set up a date, a small town, about halfway between both of our homes. Without asking further, I pulled up my skirt and inserted the long icecream spoon between my legs. " I looked up and the teenage girls from the other table were giggling and whispering. My dirty hole is just there to be used by you." I fucked her hard with the plug while I pulled her hair back and pressed her tits against the cold tiles on the wall. She knew what time it was and knelt willingly on the floor in front of me.
"Hey Martina," I said and walked up to her as if we knew each other for years. Martina looked at me concerned and I felt her move inside me, twisting, turning, caressing my insides and finally turning into a fist. Her tits were still dangling freely out of her top and I think she enjoyed feeling as free as this.
When she was finished, she packed them back in as good as possible.