Fucking Kristin being witnessed- Gran Canaria 2006
It all started with a fashion show held in the hotel's own boutique one evening at the hotel bar. Like every day, Kristin and I sat at this place with many other hotel guests and enjoyed the mild summer evening with gentle music and drinks. One of the models was wearing an Anna Mora designer pants suit, which we both liked particularly well. For the rest of the evening I couldn't get that pantsuit out of my head.
The next day we went to the said fashion boutique and Kristin asked for the said pants suit, which the friendly saleswoman showed us right away. It turned out that she had it in stock in Kristin's clothing size.
With it she disappeared into the locker room and reappeared after a few minutes.
The suit was tailor-made for her body, she looked so sexy in it as I had seldom seen it before. She wore it barefoot, and I couldn't take my eyes off her red-pedicured feet or her plump cleavage, which was emphasized by the tightly cut suit. I thought about how sexy it would have been to look if she wore her new, high-heeled white strappy sandals with it ...
I was getting hot and cold and I had no doubt that I would buy her the suit. She strutted in front of me, showing off the suit, standing on tiptoe as if she were already testing what it would look like wearing her high heels.
We learned that the suit was supposed to cost € 700, and despite Kristin's dubious looks, I paid without thinking about it ...
I have never regretted this decision; on the one hand, her new outfit gave me such sharp photos that I will probably be proud of my whole life, and on the other hand the opportunity to enjoy this stunning sight of my Kristin often.
When we got back to the hotel room, I fell on her right away. She wore a long, tight red summer dress that day. She threw herself on the bed, the open balcony door didn't bother us in the least. In a few seconds I had pushed up her dress and pulled down her thong. My head pressed between her bare thighs and I cupped her feet. My tongue penetrated her warm lap like a lance, and I had little trouble getting her honey to flow. We were both incredibly horny. She began to moan and direct my head, breathing like I should get her. I massaged my throbbing cock and couldn't wait to enter her.
After a while she knelt on the bed and stretched her bottom towards me. My stiffly erect member penetrated her effortlessly; it was very damp. I thrust my cock up to the shaft into her vagina while Kristin groaned loudly with each thrust. Out of the corner of my eye I saw our roommate, an older man of about 55, leaned over the balcony railing and watched how I fucked Kristin and what fun she was having. Fortunately, Kristin didn't notice anything, otherwise she might have broken off our lovemaking. I pretended not to have noticed our observer and kept fucking her.
Then we changed positions and she straddled me. In the meantime she had taken off her dress, which had only been pushed up, so that I had her wonderful, plump breasts right in front of my eyes and could massage, suck on her nipples and lick them. In addition, the very excited Kristin put her lips over my mouth, dipped her tongue deep into me, what made me even hornier. With her hand she directed my cock until I was inside her again. "Go deep, shove it in, fuck me!" she ordered.
Whether our observer continued to pursue his occupation, I can not say with certainty, since I was turned away from him and was meanwhile so excited that I just concentrated on fucking Kristin, not taking my eyes off her breasts and feet, while my hands kneading her bare boobs. But the mere fact that this guy surely didn't take his eyes off both of us, heard her moans, saw her breasts bob up and down and most likely masturbated, almost drove me insane. While I pushed Kristin harder and harder, I called her a slut, a little bitch and a lot more. While I was fucking her to orgasm, I accused her of letting the good looking hotel staff fuck her behind my back, which of course she immediately confirmed. Before her orgasm came, she moaned in my ear that she had already done it with every waiter in the hotel bar, and that they would all have come with tremendous ejaculations on her feet, on her breasts and into face. After that, she screamed out her climax, and while she was doing that, I shot a load of semen into her dripping wet vagina.
Bathed in sweat, we lay on the rumpled hotel bed; her Anna Mora suit lay untouched in the designer bag on the floor. I got her tissues so she could dab away the semen that was running down her thighs. Then we dozed for a few minutes with her in my arms.
After a while I got up to take a shower. When I came back from the bathroom, she was still naked on the bed, but then got up to go to the bathroom. I got dressed and went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette and spend some time there.
It must have been half an hour before I looked in the room to make sure what she was doing. I couldn't see anyone and still suspected she was in the bathroom. The bag with the Anna Mora suit was gone; Her white high-heeled strappy sandals that had previously been standing next to her bed were gone, too. Then I heard the familiar sound of her curling iron coming out of the bathroom, and the clicking of her high heels on the bathroom tiles made my blood pound again. I combined and knew that Kristin, transformed into a dream woman, would soon come out of the bathroom crumbling. I got hot, I needed another cigarette, the familiar, comforting puff spread in my abdomen.
At some point the bathroom door opened - I didn't look - it seemed she had fetched something from the room, and I heard the clacking of the sandals on the tiles again and that strange clicking of the bare feet in high-heeled strappy shoes. This time she left the bathroom door open and I left my seat on the balcony to check on her. She was standing in front of the mirror, her hair curled up into a lion's mane, wearing the Anna Mora suit and those white heeled sandals. It was a stunning sight! Absolutely stunning and I got the next erection.
The only thought I could grasp was that I had to hold onto the sight. So I rummaged for the camera and waited.
When she came out of the bath, she had transformed into the Goddess personified; a sight I kept on loads of picture that I took of her: She played along with my little game and started to pose for me: Everything was just right; Apart from her stunning outfit, fingernails and toenails were perfectly manicured and pedicured, she had put on blush and her lips were made up like a dream.
I snapped and snapped: asked her to lean forward slightly for the camera, to emphasize her full breasts, which appeared seductively under her jacket, to use all her sex appeal. She formed a kissable mouth, showed her high-heeled strappy sandals with her cute little feet, lay lasciviously on the bed, stretched, stepped on the balcony and took a cigarette, sat down, crossed her legs so that her high heels came into their own and inhaled deep into her poor dirty lungs so that her breasts rose and fell.
I pressed the shutter release like a man possessed, had to make no suggestions or think of poses, everything happened by itself and on her own initiative. Kristin smiled, winked at me, and lascively exhaled the smoke of her cigarette, whilst moaning that “she was still very hot from before"...
I was on the verge of losing my mind and wanted to take hundreds of photos. I had returned back into the room and masturbated my throbbing cock. She took it briefly in her hands and breathed into my ear that she was planning to suck the cum out of “our” waiter's cock tonight, who was a young, good-looking Spaniard ... Her body pressed against mine and she lifted her petite left foot, which seemed to be bound by the straps of her high heeled sandals so that I could see them well. I gasped and came in less than a minute, struggling not to splash her.
About twenty minutes later we left our room to go to dinner. At the same time, the door of our hotel room neighbor opened, who, together with his wife, was pursuing with the same intention. He stared at Kristin, yes, he was really staring, and was if to say to me: “I know what you were up to about an hour ago; I saw exactly how you shagged her from behind and how she rode you. I've seen you knead her beautiful tits, which I would love to touch, and I've seen you inject your load into her belly ... My God, if you only knew how much I love your sexy little blonde, this lascive high-heeled little fuck-me-bitch ...”
The next day we went to the said fashion boutique and Kristin asked for the said pants suit, which the friendly saleswoman showed us right away. It turned out that she had it in stock in Kristin's clothing size.
With it she disappeared into the locker room and reappeared after a few minutes.
The suit was tailor-made for her body, she looked so sexy in it as I had seldom seen it before. She wore it barefoot, and I couldn't take my eyes off her red-pedicured feet or her plump cleavage, which was emphasized by the tightly cut suit. I thought about how sexy it would have been to look if she wore her new, high-heeled white strappy sandals with it ...
I was getting hot and cold and I had no doubt that I would buy her the suit. She strutted in front of me, showing off the suit, standing on tiptoe as if she were already testing what it would look like wearing her high heels.
We learned that the suit was supposed to cost € 700, and despite Kristin's dubious looks, I paid without thinking about it ...
I have never regretted this decision; on the one hand, her new outfit gave me such sharp photos that I will probably be proud of my whole life, and on the other hand the opportunity to enjoy this stunning sight of my Kristin often.
When we got back to the hotel room, I fell on her right away. She wore a long, tight red summer dress that day. She threw herself on the bed, the open balcony door didn't bother us in the least. In a few seconds I had pushed up her dress and pulled down her thong. My head pressed between her bare thighs and I cupped her feet. My tongue penetrated her warm lap like a lance, and I had little trouble getting her honey to flow. We were both incredibly horny. She began to moan and direct my head, breathing like I should get her. I massaged my throbbing cock and couldn't wait to enter her.
After a while she knelt on the bed and stretched her bottom towards me. My stiffly erect member penetrated her effortlessly; it was very damp. I thrust my cock up to the shaft into her vagina while Kristin groaned loudly with each thrust. Out of the corner of my eye I saw our roommate, an older man of about 55, leaned over the balcony railing and watched how I fucked Kristin and what fun she was having. Fortunately, Kristin didn't notice anything, otherwise she might have broken off our lovemaking. I pretended not to have noticed our observer and kept fucking her.
Then we changed positions and she straddled me. In the meantime she had taken off her dress, which had only been pushed up, so that I had her wonderful, plump breasts right in front of my eyes and could massage, suck on her nipples and lick them. In addition, the very excited Kristin put her lips over my mouth, dipped her tongue deep into me, what made me even hornier. With her hand she directed my cock until I was inside her again. "Go deep, shove it in, fuck me!" she ordered.
Whether our observer continued to pursue his occupation, I can not say with certainty, since I was turned away from him and was meanwhile so excited that I just concentrated on fucking Kristin, not taking my eyes off her breasts and feet, while my hands kneading her bare boobs. But the mere fact that this guy surely didn't take his eyes off both of us, heard her moans, saw her breasts bob up and down and most likely masturbated, almost drove me insane. While I pushed Kristin harder and harder, I called her a slut, a little bitch and a lot more. While I was fucking her to orgasm, I accused her of letting the good looking hotel staff fuck her behind my back, which of course she immediately confirmed. Before her orgasm came, she moaned in my ear that she had already done it with every waiter in the hotel bar, and that they would all have come with tremendous ejaculations on her feet, on her breasts and into face. After that, she screamed out her climax, and while she was doing that, I shot a load of semen into her dripping wet vagina.
Bathed in sweat, we lay on the rumpled hotel bed; her Anna Mora suit lay untouched in the designer bag on the floor. I got her tissues so she could dab away the semen that was running down her thighs. Then we dozed for a few minutes with her in my arms.
After a while I got up to take a shower. When I came back from the bathroom, she was still naked on the bed, but then got up to go to the bathroom. I got dressed and went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette and spend some time there.
It must have been half an hour before I looked in the room to make sure what she was doing. I couldn't see anyone and still suspected she was in the bathroom. The bag with the Anna Mora suit was gone; Her white high-heeled strappy sandals that had previously been standing next to her bed were gone, too. Then I heard the familiar sound of her curling iron coming out of the bathroom, and the clicking of her high heels on the bathroom tiles made my blood pound again. I combined and knew that Kristin, transformed into a dream woman, would soon come out of the bathroom crumbling. I got hot, I needed another cigarette, the familiar, comforting puff spread in my abdomen.
At some point the bathroom door opened - I didn't look - it seemed she had fetched something from the room, and I heard the clacking of the sandals on the tiles again and that strange clicking of the bare feet in high-heeled strappy shoes. This time she left the bathroom door open and I left my seat on the balcony to check on her. She was standing in front of the mirror, her hair curled up into a lion's mane, wearing the Anna Mora suit and those white heeled sandals. It was a stunning sight! Absolutely stunning and I got the next erection.
The only thought I could grasp was that I had to hold onto the sight. So I rummaged for the camera and waited.
When she came out of the bath, she had transformed into the Goddess personified; a sight I kept on loads of picture that I took of her: She played along with my little game and started to pose for me: Everything was just right; Apart from her stunning outfit, fingernails and toenails were perfectly manicured and pedicured, she had put on blush and her lips were made up like a dream.
I snapped and snapped: asked her to lean forward slightly for the camera, to emphasize her full breasts, which appeared seductively under her jacket, to use all her sex appeal. She formed a kissable mouth, showed her high-heeled strappy sandals with her cute little feet, lay lasciviously on the bed, stretched, stepped on the balcony and took a cigarette, sat down, crossed her legs so that her high heels came into their own and inhaled deep into her poor dirty lungs so that her breasts rose and fell.
I pressed the shutter release like a man possessed, had to make no suggestions or think of poses, everything happened by itself and on her own initiative. Kristin smiled, winked at me, and lascively exhaled the smoke of her cigarette, whilst moaning that “she was still very hot from before"...
I was on the verge of losing my mind and wanted to take hundreds of photos. I had returned back into the room and masturbated my throbbing cock. She took it briefly in her hands and breathed into my ear that she was planning to suck the cum out of “our” waiter's cock tonight, who was a young, good-looking Spaniard ... Her body pressed against mine and she lifted her petite left foot, which seemed to be bound by the straps of her high heeled sandals so that I could see them well. I gasped and came in less than a minute, struggling not to splash her.
About twenty minutes later we left our room to go to dinner. At the same time, the door of our hotel room neighbor opened, who, together with his wife, was pursuing with the same intention. He stared at Kristin, yes, he was really staring, and was if to say to me: “I know what you were up to about an hour ago; I saw exactly how you shagged her from behind and how she rode you. I've seen you knead her beautiful tits, which I would love to touch, and I've seen you inject your load into her belly ... My God, if you only knew how much I love your sexy little blonde, this lascive high-heeled little fuck-me-bitch ...”
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