He turns every woman cock hungry

He thought for a moment and then began to write down his idea.

NEW RULE: When women meet a man, they must give him a blowjob on the spot, no matter where. No matter if they are in a relationship or married. The man can deny the offer, but then he must spank the woman's ass with at least 30 strokes. If in a restaurant, the woman must immediately provide a man who does not yet have a woman under the table. The man's offerings are then seen as a meal and the woman must then pay against the sperm price which for all establishments can vary on average between $10-$200 (depending on the choice of establishment) and must then leave the establishment.

NEW RULE: Wearing plain clothes is no longer allowed. Clothing that accentuates curves or revealing clothing is the order of the day. In addition, nudity is also allowed. If married, the woman must bend to the wishes of the man. Should women live alone, she must dress as slovenly as possible. Sweaters (anything long-sleeved and anything that covers the belly) are no longer allowed, nor are pants and shoes. In case of non-compliance with this rule, the woman may be spanked immediately on the spot with at least 50 strokes after she has done a job.

NEW RULE: In case of not wearing makeup, or non-compliance with the specified makeup rule, any man who runs into a woman as soon as she reaches the age of 19 years, may splash over the face. This is then seen as a substitute makeup, but she is not allowed to clean herself of it until 9pm. Other than wearing makeup, you still have some freedom and variation. If you choose the sperm away, you have to live with what you get and may be ashamed of the day.

As he wrote the rule in the book, he noticed that someone was squatting between his legs under the table and was a little wet around his penis. When he looked down, he saw the woman who just seconds ago had been sitting one table over, chatting with a friend. She was always maintaining eye contact, or at least trying to. Since Mcihael couldn't always look down at the woman, because otherwise he would probably have come immediately, he looked somewhere else or closed his eyes.

When he seemed to be getting closer to climax, he turned his gaze to her and eyed her. She still had her sweater on - which would be punished later - and wore just as much makeup as before.

He pressed her head completely on his penis, causing her to gasp, but he didn't care at that point. He looked around and now he noticed all the gasps and sucking sounds that echoed through the restaurant. He saw only men and no women sitting in the restaurant. All the women were busy with their mouths elsewhere.

Then he came in her mouth. Since he hadn't jerked off in almost a week, the woman had to swallow quite a bit. She didn't manage this very quickly and some ran down the corners of her mouth and dripped onto the dirty floor. The woman stood up and looked at him questioningly, as Michael now took out his belt and walked towards her.

"What do you want from me?" the woman asked snappy.

"You've obviously broken the dress rule," Michael said calmly.

"The rule was just enacted, I couldn't conform to the rules fast enough," she said, pointing down at herself.

"So either we can beat around the bush any longer and it will be 100 strokes, or we start now!" said Michael seriously.

The woman looked at him dumbfounded and wanted to run away, but Michael had a firm grip on her and held her by the arm. He roughly pushed her over the edge of the table and roughly pulled down her pants.

When he pulled down her pants, the woman kicked and almost freed herself from Michael's grasp, but he got her arms in time and pulled her back over the table. Now he leaned with his complete body weight on her body and thus left her **** but to hold out like that.

"Tztztz, the more you resist, the more strokes you get," Michael said loudly, so that almost everyone in the room could hear it.

"Yes, give her a hundred strokes if the little brat refuses". Said a man at the other end of the room, he had been doing some work on his laptop not long ago, if Michael wasn't mistaken. From the other side of the room came shouts of agreement.

Suddenly she became very quiet and stopped resisting, she was obviously shocked that no one had anything against her getting her ass spanked in public in, of all places, her favorite restaurant.

"That's it, cunt," Michael whispered in her ear.

He pulled down her pink panties and eased his hand away from her.

"Count cunt, or I'll start over," he now said so loudly that everyone in the room was sure to have heard.

He had only made his first stroke with his belt and the cunt had stammered a quiet "one" when someone tapped him on the shoulder. It was the man who had been working at his desk with his laptop just a few minutes ago.

"I think I got her friend. Shall we spank them both together? Then they'll be ashamed in front of each other and won't be able to look each other in the eye without seeing the image of the other one enduring the pain."

Michael thought it was an excellent idea and grinded the cunt, with a finger in her pussy with him behind the man. They went into another room, it looked like a room made especially for punishments. The room consisted of a sofa, a mirror on the left wall, on the other hung various batons, ideal for spanking. Then on another wall were wooden pallets. Her friend was already tied with ropes to the wooden pallets and when the cunt saw her, she cried out. Since Michael had a finger in her pussy, he massaged her pussy a bit, which made her moan. At that moment the man tied her hands with a rope and **** her to the floor. Skillfully he **** her over the pallets, stripped her naked - he rather tore off her clothes - and tied her legs to the sides. So she was now strapped down, just like her friend who was crouching next to her and already had a red bottom. She tried to squirm in her prison, hurling insults at the men.

The man, who introduced himself as Jonas, gave Michael a horse's yard and instructed him to go on now.

Michael struck again, but this time with full ****. The cunt cried out in fright. Her friend had obviously already given up everything, because she counted with every stroke that Jonas gave her on the ass.

But the cunt didn't count even once. So Michael kept hitting with full **** until he had counted in his head to 20. Then he pointed it out to her. But she was no longer able to say anything. He walked around to her and looked her in the face. There was nothing left of her makeup, her face consisted only of a pure black and gray puddle, which was blurred by the tears.

He looked over at Jonas as her friend had now reached 50 strokes. He looked at her ass and then at that of his cunt. He had obviously exaggerated. Because the girlfriend's ass didn't look half as bad as his cunt's and he was only at 20 strokes.

He decided to let it go.

"Did a great job cunt, we'll let you lie here now and recover a bit. If you need to piss, do it here and drink will be provided by Jonas in a minute."

Jonas did indeed provide something to drink, but not what they expected, but dog bowls with just enough water inside for their tongues to reach the surface.

They both laughed and walked out of the room. He saw the cunt relax, it had been completely tense the whole time and was now collapsing on the hard floor.

They walked out and turned the sign on the outside of the door from "occupied" to "ready to fuck". There were already several guys lined up outside the door getting their penises blown by random girls. As they both came out the door, two of the guys who were at the front of the line pushed the girls off of them and went inside the room. They could still hear the screams of the two girls as they were about to get the fuck of their lives. Michael and Jonas exchanged phone numbers and then went their separate ways.

Michael took his book out of his pocket, he had a few ideas how he could make life even more hell for women.