Picture from pexels He looked up from his book as she entered the cafe. Pretty yet somehow disturbing, she was hard to focus on until she looked directly at him. Then her beauty shone through and she moved towards him. "May I take this seat?" she said looking into his brown eyes that sparkled in a face that had seen many summers yet wasn't that of an old man. "You may" he replied as their eye contact continued in the way that only beings with unshakeable self belief can sustain.
The dregs of their coffees cooled while they probed, teased and flattered one another. "Follow" she said at last rising gracefully and turning away from him and finally he lost focus on her but follow her nevertheless. Her rooms were nearby on a busy street but as they entered silence fell and while the day outside was bright the room was dark. He moved to kiss her but she stepped away and slowly began to unbutton her dress. She allowed it to fall to the floor revealing a body with just enough flesh to hint at the pleasure that might come from exploring it. Her fine undergarments joined her dress and she stood naked except for her shoes that enabled her look directly into his eyes. As she had undressed he had momentarily glimpsed hints of gossamer around her but as she moved towards him saw only the beauty of her face with the slightest hint of a smile playing on it as she began to undress him. As her hands began to touch his flesh he felt his own face break into a smile. No words were spoken as they stood, now both naked, in the dim light that penetrated the thick nets on the flat's windows. Breaking eye contact she knelt and took his cock in her hands gently pushing the foreskin back before taking it into her mouth. He felt it harden and he brushed her long hair back before placing his hands on her head. He raised it just enough for eye contact to be resumed before pushing deeper until he felt his cock begin to enter her throat. She didn't gag even as he pushed harder but he pulled back to allow her tongue to circle his glans and probe his urethra once more. But as his cock began to leak pre-ejaculate she went rigid and pulled away. He helped her rise and once again they stood facing each other. "I know what you are" she said. He placed his right hand on her belly and slowly moved it towards her vagina while his left hand stroked her back. As his fingers parted her lips and found them slick with her own secretions she simultaneously moved closer and raised her head "I offer you my throat" she whispered. His finger pushed deep into her and his lips brushed her throat. He allowed his teeth to touch the soft flesh and applied just enough pressure for an incisor to pierce the flesh. He used his tongue to catch the blood that began to flow from the puncture wound and now he too went rigid and pulled away. "And now I know what you are." he said as he took her hand and led her to the bed. She rolled a condom over his penis and straddled him. After an endless period of exploring, thrusting and penetrating each other but never kissing they both finally came. As they lay in the darkness holding each other hours passed but the only words spoken were "I thought I was the last one".
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Creator: Silver Screen Collection | Credit: Getty Images Copyright: 2016 Silver Screen Collection When I was a young man I watched the movie Cabaret and fell in love with Sally Bowles played by Liza Minnelli. On stage Sally exuded self confident sexuality but off stage she was sweet and vulnerable. I was so taken with the world the film portrayed that I began to read the Chistopher Isherwood books it was based on. The city described by Isherwood was living on borrowed time and the Nazis destroyed that freedom and in the years that followed the Soviet Union imposed a drab authoritarian regime on half the city while the western half was an isolated outpost of capitalism.
If I had been a time traveller I would have headed for the Berlin of Isherwood but in the real world all I could do was watch the film again and again and fantasize about Liza/Sally (I’m sure that is where my love of a woman in stockings and suspenders started) And then the wall came down and the city came back to life. In the years after I had to visit the city often for work and explored it’s bars, cafes, galleries, museums and inevitably its brothels. There was an enlightened view of sex work that meant it was legal and well managed. There were numerous brothels which had none of the seediness that was common in London and the women who worked there were treated well. I had only a little German but most of the girls spoke English and I had some wonderful relaxed afternoons that made me love the city even more. Many of those brothels have gone and there are now some mega brothels in their place. I haven’t visited them myself and they have no appeal to me. I have it on good authority, however, that if you are young and enjoy sex there are plenty of places where you will find like minded people. Sadly I while I enjoy sex and still love pushing my limits an apparently respectable old man is unlikely to be welcome in such places. The extraordinary Templehof airport in the city centre where we used to land and walk straight to our hotel (and where the planes flew in during the Berlin AirLift) is long gone and the city itself has changed at a staggering pace though it still retains some of its charm and some extraordinary historical reminders. Sitting in the national stadium watching Hertha Berlin play just a few yards from where Hitler had addressed those huge crowds was a strange experience. I rarely visit these days and when I do my wife is with me. But I do miss the sex. Having illicit sex felt like I was honouring the tradition of decadence that Berlin had for so many years. One of the old style brothels does survive though. Liberty rather splendidly is just behind the famous KaDeWe department store on the Kudam! When we visit that store I hope my wife doesn’t notice the wistful look on my face. I keep hoping that something will come up requiring me to visit the city alone one more time - even a day trip so I could relive one of those afternoons of 30 years ago would make an old man happy!. This fantasy comes to an end here but the encouragement I have received from such super writers has meant a great deal to me and has inspired me to write more - thank-you Marie, May, The Barefoot Sub and F Dot Leonara - you've made an old man very happy - hope you enjoy the finale. You can read the whole story from the start here It was a few minutes before 6.00 pm and Michael was once more experiencing that mixture of fear and excitement that made the anticipation of a sexual encounter so special for him. He heard his mobile ring and recognised Jenifer's call tone. He knew she would expect him to call back if he didn't pick up at once but he knew Gabriela would be waiting.
He picked up the phone desperately thinking how he could cut the call short and failed. Jenifer talked and talked about inconsequential things before finally saying she had to go. He put the phone down and looked at the clock - 6.20 pm. He hurried up the stairs hoping that when he explained Gabriela would be amused and forgive him. What he saw when the door opened took his breath away. She was wearing thigh length black high-heeled boots, long leather finger-less gloves and a high necked body that nevertheless left her breasts exposed. Once inside he began to explain but was stopped by a hard slap to the face. "Silence" she said with a commanding tone he had never heard her use before - perhaps he didn't know this woman as well as he had imagined. "You will only speak when I tell you to and call me Mistress without fail. You have already earned 20 extra strokes of the cane and any further errors will only add to that total. Do you understand?". "Yes Mistress" he stammered. He was soon naked and face down on her bed with his arms and legs secured. Gabriela then tied a scarf around his eyes which restricted his vision greatly. She began to use the flogger but he found this more enjoyable that he feared - the harder strokes did sting a little but the feeling quickly faded and the long, slow strokes were most pleasurable. The door bell rang. Gabriela would deal with it he thought and then recalled how she was dressed. As she left the room he strained to hear. He was surprised when she said "Welcome and you look fabulous - come on through to the chamber of delights my dear" Michael was terrified - what on earth was happening? They hadn't discussed this. Once both were in the bedroom it was Gabriela who spoke. "I've warmed him up and he is ready for the caning now you are here." They moved to stand either side of the bed and he heard the unmistakable swish of a cane as first one then the other tried it out. "As you know he was going to receive 12 but he has earned another 20 for lateness." she said and they both laughed. Michael was now very scared - he considered asking them to stop but realised that at best it would be the end of his relationship with Gabriela while at the worst they would cane him anyway as he was unable to move. Somehow he made himself whisper "Ready Mistress". Finally, after what seemed to have been hours but was in fact just a few minutes, the caning was over and he was in real pain. He couldn't imagine what his arse must look like and wondered if he was bleeding. He flinched as he felt a hand touch him but realised that some lotion was being applied and it did help a little after a while. He felt Gabriela's warm breath on the side of his face and one hand took hold of his while she placed the other on his shoulder. Her tone had reverted to the one he had come to know so well over the past weeks - soft, warm, reassuring and very, very sexy. It calmed him and took away some of his fear. " You took the caning well" she said "you will have marks you can proud of but now you need to do exactly as we tell you.". He felt his anxiety start to rise once more. "My friend will prepare you and ydo not resist." With that he felt a finger begin to probe his anus. "Just let the muscles relax" Gabriela whispered. He felt a second finger enter him and then the two pulled apart stretching him wide open. The fingers withdrew and he felt the stranger climb onto the bed and get between his tethered legs. Gabriela began to speak once more as he felt something much bigger than a finger begin to press against his anal sphincter. "Open yourself up and let her penetrate you." Michael tried to follow her instructions but there was a moment of pain as the rubber cock entered him. And then, as it went deeper, he felt an extraordinary sense of fullness and realised his cock was hard and deep in his balls there were the first stirrings of an ejaculation. The woman began to slowly fuck him and as she did so she pressed he body down on him and put her lips to his other ear. He caught a familiar scent and then heard her voice and finally began to understand. Jenifer said "We both owe Gabriela a great deal and we must thank her but first I am going to fuck you till you come. my love." |
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