Uwe gets to know my new "I"

Morning came faster than expected. I decided not to take my taxi to the station. I staggered all the way home in my new boots, tipsy. Today it was me who put down my handbag in the hallway and kicked off my boots. I left her in the hallway. Uwe should see them, these hot, erotic black boots that were dominating our hallway like puzzle cups. I quickly hid the leather jeans and snuggled up to my Uwe, whom I had cheated on that night without a guilty conscience.

Like the last few days, I woke up in the early afternoon. My cunt was extremely wet again, after all I had dreamed of James and his enormous penis. As often as I had thought about sex and dreamed about sex in the last few days..... Nothing like that had ever happened to me before. Over a cup of coffee, I checked my smartphone and discovered, among other things, a What'sApp from Uwe. "I have the inspection in the house today, please don't wait. I love you my darling." That's how he was, short and sweet. I was hot, had the afternoon to myself and no one to bother me. I was already disappointed that Uwe hadn't commented on my boots standing in the hallway with a syllable, since today I wanted to seduce him in my new sexy clothes. Without the obligatory shower, I slipped into my new leather jeans, completely without panties, I felt wicked and sexy. Then the new short shirt and finally I slipped into the sexy high-heeled boots. "Aren't they still a bit dusty this morning?" I asked myself as I slipped my feet into the shaft of the sparkling shiny boots." A look in the mirror showed a stunning woman looking sexy and confident. Let the neighbors think what they want. After all, I wasn't a convent student. I got into my car and had to get used to driving in high heels. How wonderful the heels sounded in the parking garage as I strutted in the direction of the shopping arcade with clacking steps. Yes, now I knew where the word "strut" came from, I was proud of my new look. First I headed for a tobacco shop. "A box of Eve, please, and a lighter," I asked the seller. My first own cigarettes. After I bought a whole load of new utensils in a cosmetics shop, I headed straight for the next shop I had planned to visit. Do you want to know what I bought? Blood red lipstick, gloss to make it even more shiny. Mascara, makeup of course, a ladyshave, and false eyelashes, the longest and thickest this shop had to offer. But now I was looking for the first time at a tattoo and piercing shop. For a tattoo I would have to register and I was told to wait at least a month. But a simple navel piercing, an assistant would still be able to pierce today. And so I left the store with a red belly button and now a simple stud stuck in it. The pain was intense and yet erotic, as it ushered in the first permanent physical changes. Now I wanted to go home and quickly.

In the bathroom, I draped my newly acquired cosmetics and put the rest in my part of the cosmetics cabinet that was almost empty. The hot water pelted my nervous and trembling body. I shaved my legs for the first time. Not that I needed it with my fuzz, but now they were even smoother than before. And then came the moment before I hesitated. Before I could change my mind, I had already trimmed most of the hair in my pubic area with scissors. I wanted to shave my cunt completely bald and did so. Already in the shower I felt the new, much more sensitive feeling when I stroked my mons pubis. I almost lost control of my cunt

I made up with the dark red lipstick and everything that goes with it. Gluing on the false eyelashes was still an ordeal but I would learn.

Our garden cannot be seen from the outside by strangers. So I grabbed a glass of wine, took the Vib out of the drawer, took my pack of cigarettes and the lighter. I settled myself comfortably on my sun lounger wearing nothing but my high boots.

So I began to caress the buds of my breasts tenderly, my fingers wandered down my whole body in the direction of the cunt. I drank a sip of wine with relish and continued to caress myself. My nipples called for a decidedly harder treatment, so I twisted and stretched them while imagining my Uwe (or was it another man?) punishing me with it. That someone was hard on me. He whispered to me in his mind. "Now you really are a whore with your false eyelashes, your piercing and the slutty lips" "Yes you horny fucker, I want to be your whore" I answer in my mind. "A hooker smokes!" I heard Peter in my mind. I lit a cigarette. "Yes sir" I thought submissively. I lay legs apart on the couch,

With one hand I stroked my freshly shaved cunt while the other reached for the vib and turned it on to push it deeper and deeper into my throat. He nudged me exactly where James' big cock had touched me. I fucked myself with the artificial tail in my hooker's mouth. In between, I kept inhaling the smoke from my cigarette. The other hand twirled my nipples once, then rubbed my clit hard and fast.

I was already turned on enough to shove the black vib humming and rotating into my soaking wet cunt. It was quick. My cunt was more than just receptive. I was horny to burst. The little bird on the vibrator was already nibbling hard on my clitoris. My other hand now held the cigarette, leading it to my painted mouth. I saw lipstick on the filter. My fingernails dug into my nipples, causing me horny pain. Dominant voices cheered me on. I enjoyed her rough words: whore, cunt, hooker, fuck blow, Blasmaul Fickstück .. and what else they whispered, screamed or whispered in my thoughts.

The first orgasm came too soon and I wanted to climb the mountain even further.

So detached I hadn't noticed anything around me. Neither the key in the front door, nor Uwe calling for his sweetheart, nor that he was now standing in front of me with a flushed, angry face. Only his sharp "What's that supposed to mean? Are you completely off track?” Catapulted me back into reality and the boring everyday life.

But I didn't want to go back to reality. I just commanded madly. "Get undressed you horny bastard! How long have you been waiting? Did I stare at my wet shaved cunt? Lick me you peeping Tom, I need it. My cunt needs a hard fast tongue now"

At the same moment I realized what I had given of myself. I was about to start an apology that I probably overreacted and that he shouldn't be mad at me when I saw his gaze submissively drop to the ground. He couldn't look me in the eye. Hesitantly and with trembling fingers, he slowly began to unbutton his shirt and carefully folded it down as usual. Uwe obeyed and so instead of making an apology I continued what I had started. "Come on, how long should I wait?" And I was right in what I did. "Yes, Bettina," Uwe stammered. He became more and more hasty, slipped off his patent-leather shoes, fiddled with the button and zipper of his pants, let them sink to the ground before he prepared to kneel in front of me. "What about your boring fine rib underpants?" I asked harshly "Is that supposed to turn me on? I want to see your cock” He quickly got rid of his underpants. "Yes, Bettina" I was prepared for a lot of things but not for that. Uwe's cock was already erected to almost its full size and stiff from his body. Then he knelt in front of me. A horny sight, so submissive, so ****. I had him under control. He licked divinely. I gave orders how I wanted it. Then I heard him murmur: "May I lick your boots, my mistress?" Perplexed, I exclaimed grumpily, "What? What do you want?” “Lick your boots,” he replied sheepishly. And suddenly I realized why my boots looked so sparkling clean this afternoon. "Lick it" I ordered and put one of my long cigarettes between my red lips. "Fire!" I snapped at him. "Yes, Mistress Bettina"

Uwe submissively licked my bootlegs, heels and even the soles. I smoked with relish and pushed the buzzing vibrator back into my horny hole. As I saw him, my boot jack, I called him a "loser" in my mind for the first time. And that was my command after the first orgasm had partially cooled me. "Enough, you loser!" I pushed him away from my cunt, maneuvering him in front of me, tilting his head so that he had to look me in the eye and then harass his hard nipples. Uwe groaned in pain but his cock spoke a different language. His cock stretched hard and straight. His glans glistened and the first drop of anticipation paved its way. I had to act, but I saw how excited he was. "Fuck me loser" I ordered. It wasn't a pleasure for me, but it was salvation for Uwe. After just a few strokes, he had pumped an enormous load of cum into my cunt.

"Sorry," he mumbled before he hastily picked up his things and ran straight into the house. That night I didn't see my boyfriend again before I left for my "work" at the club. Uwe ran out of the house in jogging clothes like he had been bitten by a tarantula. Maybe it was a good thing that he didn't face any discussion today. What was it that made him run away? The shame because he hadn't hidden his fetish or was it my new appearance that had shocked him. But we didn't need clarification today