At the Kebab Shop

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The story is based on true events.

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Have you ever had that feeling, seeing a woman for the very first time, of absolutely wanting her, no matter what? Nothing else, such as her relationship status, if her boyfriend is standing next to her, if she is local or not, if she wants you or not and so on, matters?

It happened to me twice this year, in Germany. One time was as I was waiting in the local kebab shop for my order, and one time as my new neighbours came to introduce themselves. I forgot his name right away, but I did not forget hers. Darija. A 22-year-old, very juicy babe.

How to describe 'juicy'? Just a little bit too much everywhere, while being healthy builds. Like the tits and ass being one size too big for her figure. And besides that, on top, that youthful energy, the inexperience, the flat belly, no wrinkles, those tits and butt defying gravity, and that delicious mouth with full, natural lips only meant to suck and swallow your cum, that kind of juicy. But that is another narrative.

Back to my kebab and French fries with mayonnaise. No! You do not put ketchup on fries, you animals! :-) Sitting there, minding my own business, distracted with my cell and social media. I heard the guys behind the counter say something, but I didn't catch what they said, so I looked up to the left at them, but it wasn't meant for me. While looking away again, turning my head, I saw her standing, looking straight at me. As our eyes met, the 19-year-old didn't turn her gaze away; she kept looking at me.

Some skinny younger brother look-alike stood next to her, with some teenage whiskers below his nose, and I hoped it would be her boyfriend. He didn't notice her staring at me at all. I did.

I called her with my index finger and a "hook" movement, pulling it towards the palm, signalling "Come here". She right away walked over to me.

"Hi," I said. "Do you know that you are drop-dead gorgeous?" I simply said this coming out of nowhere. For sure this frontal attack was not planned by me. She smiled unsurely at me.

I continued, "Look at your perfect body, your great butt matching your breasts, a flat stomach and a face to die for." Your hair is a very nice soft red, and of course those green eyes are killing me each time you look at me."

She was flattered by my words. Behind her, to the left, the skinny boy was looking at us.

"Is that your little brother?" I asked.

She chuckled and answered, "That's my boyfriend."

"Why doesn't he pay attention to you when you guys are waiting here? He never once looked at you?"

She didn't know what to say. But I did.

"I would play with your delicious butt the whole time..." he said, smiling at her.

"Step closer; I will explain myself," opening my legs wider so she could stand in between them.

She stepped inside the space between my legs, and I told her to turn sideways, pointing to my left.

She did.

"Look", I said, putting my flat right hand on the inward curve of her back, just above her perky butt.

"...So, you have this slender waist, and when I slide my hand down it, it has a wonderful connection with your perfect butt. Do you have a hard butt? Can I have a look?"

She nodded, biting her lower lip, knowing that this was not OK for her to allow a cheeky stranger to touch her butt, her boyfriend 3 metres (10 ft) behind her, in a public place, but somehow it was exciting? That bold approach, summoning her with one finger to come to him, was new to her. Why did she follow his orders? Maybe because she never had orders before? She knew that "having a look" meant him touching her butt, and she was looking forward to it. It's only once a week, Friday, isn't it?

My hand went indeed down on her hard buttock. I simply speculated it would be hard because she was wearing denim overalls, and it was hard to judge her butt without touching it. As I lowered my hand, sliding it over her butt all the way down till the end, lifting one ass cheek and gently grabbing it, I smiled again at her, nodding this time.

"Told you so," I said to her while grabbing the other ass cheek and kneading it a little. "Just a perfect butt." Again, smiling at her.

He is really brassy, she thought, but he has nice big hands. She wondered what I would do next.

"And that perfect butt has a perfect flat belly to go with." I told her, my right hand continuously massaging both butt cheeks, sliding my left hand under her cardigan and placing it flat in the centre of her belly, covering her belly button with it.

"Do you see?" I smiled. "The perfect body, but for one thing missing..."

"What? What? What is missing?" she asked.

Using reverse psychology, I answered, "Ah, forget it, you probably won't let me have a look anyway..."

"What then?" She asked again, a bit impatient, but very curious.

"I need to have a look at your breasts. And you won't cooperate, I guess. I would look at them, but not here in public. Perhaps in the bathroom." Giving her a look, like, "But you won't do that anyway."

"OK." She replied, "Come with me," and grabbed my hand from her stomach, directing me towards the bathrooms.

She didn't even look at her boyfriend, but I did. He didn't know what to do. Big, surprised eyes and mouth open. He was just standing there, with his big cell in his hand. She walked in front of me, holding my hand, through the narrow corridor to the back of the kebab shop. Without hesitating, she went into the ladies' room, taking me with her.

"Here." She said, standing with her back to the wall in the washroom, "Have my breasts." Giving me a challenging look.

I got closer to her, telling her that I might need to grab both.

"That's OK; I want to convince you."

That was interesting. First I wanted to convince her; now she wants to convince me?

I slid both my hands under her sweater, but it was too tight for my big hands to reach her breasts.

"I need to open your buttons." I said, not waiting for permission. She had six buttons in the front, and I decided to open them bottom-up instead of the expected usual top-down. It was sexier to make the action take longer, to make her wait, and only the final button would uncover her bra-held breasts. I stood really close to her, so I could smell her scent. She smelt so young and fresh.

"You smell good." I whispered in her ear, purposely not kissing her neck. That would have been too early.

"You smell like a real man." She replied. "No fancy flowery perfume..."

I smiled, reaching the upper button, slowly opening her cardigan, the two sides parting. She wore a white bra. Simple, but elegant. She did have class. I placed both my warm hands on her waist, moved them to her back, and upwards, searching for the bra hooks. I didn't ask permission and slowly opened all three hooks. She didn't protest either. Just looking at me. Expectant.

I moved my warm hands to the front, sliding them under the open bra, cupping both her breasts. They were as hoped for: young, perky and full, with erect nipples pushing against my palms. I lifted both breasts and I switched rolling both her nipples between my index fingers and thumbs. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. That was the sign I had waited for, and I started giving her little sucking kisses, all over the side of her neck. Her nipples went rock-hard in my fingers, giving me the green light for further actions.

I wanted to tease her more before we would kiss, and with one hand I kept playing with her breasts while licking her neck. The other hand went back to her ass, grabbing it roughly and lifting it.

"Mmmmmhh". She moaned, pushing her crotch instinctively against mine. Her eyes suddenly opened, very surprised, feeling my bulge pushing against her.

"Is that all you?" She asked, delighted.

"Lower your overall straps", I told her. "There is one more thing we need to have checked."

She did willingly.

My left hand kept playing with one breast, but my right hand left her ass and slid inside her little slip from the front, searching for that pussy. My middle finger found it right away, wet as it was. I moved my middle finger up and down, half within and through her pussy lips, teasing her, reaching each time the little excited clit, dabbing it, making her moan. She kept pushing her pelvis against my hand, wanting more, showing how receptive her pussy was, how much she needed me to go deeper inside her.

Without warning, I shoved my middle finger deep inside her.

She groaned from pleasure, opening her mouth, which was my sign to kiss her. I kissed her, offering her my tongue, and she kissed me back, sucking hungrily on that penetrating tongue while her slit started riding on my finger, her pelvis initiating back-and-forth movements against my hand in a steady rhythm.

She started moaning heavily, indicating that she was getting close, but I didn't want her "done". I stopped kissing her for a second, asking, "Wanna go to your place?"

She kept coldly fucking my finger with her cunt, answering in a calculating tone, "My boyfriend might go there; let's go to his place."

I nodded and smiled.

What a lovely calculating bitch, I thought. Knowing that he would be waiting for her at her place, because that´s where they were before going out to fetch kebab. And now she wants to cheat at his place and give me her cunt on his bed. Showing him that her pussy can be fucked anywhere, just as she pleases. What a cheating slut.

She put her overall straps back in place but took off her bra and left the cardigan wide open, giving bystanders a glance at her semi-covered tits as we left the restroom. Her boyfriend was nowhere to be found.

As I was driving, following her instructions, I was thinking that I was about to fuck a cheating girlfriend in her boyfriend's place. Not bad for a Friday night. But probably his bedsheets are not clean, so I will fuck her on his couch, leaving some cum stains for him as a souvenir...

"Here it is," she pointed at a grey flat. "He lives on the third floor, but I see no lights."

"OK, let's go," I smiled. My cock was still rampantly hard from the kebab shop, and I needed to relieve myself urgently.

She took me by the hand, not wanting her new won cock to run away, and directed me to the elevators. As we arrived on the third floor, walking towards a certain door, I had to playfully pinch her butt.

She squeaked from delight, looking lustfully at me. She quickly opened the door, switched on a light and let me in. From where we were standing, I could already see the living room and a two-seat couch, made from fabric, with a dark blue colour. What an excellent colour for bright white cum stains, I thought.

As soon as she closed the door, she jumped on me, kissing me wildly, holding herself by my neck. I held her up by the legs, answering her hunger pangs. As we were necking, I slowly carried her in my arms to the couch. Once there, I put her down.

"Take off your clothes," I simply said. "Here, let me help you." Lowering both her overall straps, pulling her overalls down to her feet. She stepped out of it, and I took her slip in my hands, roughly pulling it down.

"Oh." She yelped, enjoying the way she was treated, knowing she would be soon having a hopefully very used pussy.

"I took her open cardigan and took it off, now having a delicious and willing young cunt standing naked in front of me.

"Turn around," I said. No sweet talk, but gently guiding her with one hand on her naked back to the nearest armrest of the couch.

She knew instinctively what was going to happen. He is simply going to bend me over the armrest, having my cunt high up in the air, and use me just like that, she thought. A shiver of lust went through her body, sending all kinds of signals to her dripping cunt. She had felt my bulge already but still didn't exactly know how big my cock would be. Both she and her soppy cunt were hoping for a nice stretching.

I pushed her upper body gently down over the armrest and, at the same time, got rid of my shoes with my feet and opened my pants, dropping them. My trunks followed quickly. My cock was rock-hard. I stepped closer to her, keeping my t-shirt on. Didn't matter. She wanted to get fucked and not some lame quality time. As I grabbed my cock in my right hand, I just thought about how to proceed with cumming inside her and still making stains on the couch. I guess I must pull out halfway while I am cumming. That was new for me. I normally filled the hole I was fucking all the way and not some half-done shit. But, I thought, we want to leave a souvenir for him, so... I grinned.

"Do you have a condom?" She asked out of the blue.

"No," I replied.

"Do you want to put one on?"

"No. "And I added, 'I am going to fuck you bareback tonight, and I won't pull out.'"

"Oh." Was all she could say, her brain overloaded with the information, that she was going to have a flesh-on-flesh experience. This guy is wild, she thought; he doesn't even care if I am on the pill or not. He decides our fuck; he commands my pussy. Kinky. She felt really sexy. She unconsciously wiggled her raised arse to lure my cock. Her body knew all along what it wanted. Its pussy needed to be punished. Needing a long, hard lesson.

I directed my cock and placed the head between the swollen pussy lips. Let's see how wet she is. With my first thrust, the head went completely in. Tight as only a 19-year-old can be, barely having been fucked. Just to play with her, I pulled out completely, with an audible "plop".

"Aaarrrrggggh!" She groaned, her swollen cunt lips fighting with the cockhead's size popping out.

I aimed it again and shoved it hard inside again.

"Hrrmph!" She clawed the fabric of the couch with her nails, grunting like an animal due to my cock's fat girth.

I took it out again, completely. Her pussy lips were being pulled outwards by me desperately trying to keep my cock inside and grabbing the leaving shaft. It was futile. She groaned only when leaving her cunt empty of cock and not when I was penetrating her. Like missing something.

I penetrated her again, this time pushing much harder, getting inside her pulling cunt halfway. This time she grunted with the penetration too. I did not pull back but gave her another shove, getting my cock deeper again. I could feel the very tight cunt walls having troubles trying to accommodate the fat girth. I started a slow fucking in-and-out rhythm. Before my rod was all the way in, she was simply too tight right now. Let's make this tight slit a gaping cunt for her boyfriend, I thought.

She could do nothing but embrace the fucking; her position, bent over the armrest, made it impossible for her to escape. Or proactively assist the fucker, since she could not raise herself. She was just a whole being being used. A well lubricated hole.

Bit by bit, my cock was able to sink deeper with each thrust. Her moaning increased, in sync with each push.

"Aaaaaarrrggghhh!" She screamed as I hit her womb hard, splitting her cunt almost in two. But she knew she would handle this. Cunts are made for childbearing. She just had to...

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" She screamed as I started ploughing her, hard and fast.

The increased fucking did not go unnoticed by her most feminine organs; her clit and cunt lips got oversensitive, swelling, announcing that long-desired release. The fucking was making her breathe shallow and jagged, and her skin was all shiny from the sweat, from the succulent bashing she was receiving. She was simply hanging there over the armrest, being used as an animal, her cunt loving every second of it.

I felt her muscles tense up; her orgasm was imminent. She started having these rhythmic muscular contractions of her cunt walls on my thrusting cock, sending these delicious sparks of pleasure to her brain and back. She couldn't think anything coherent anymore; she only wanted to be filled with my seed. Just breeding me was all her body wanted.

"Aaaaaarrrggghhh!" She came loudly, her cunt spasming on my still-thrusting cock, extending her orgasm.

These cunt contractions did not go unnoticed by my cock and balls. My own orgasm was three thrusts away, my muscles rock-hard, breathing quicker, giving her those final plunges, bulldozing her twitching cunt.

Three. I pushed and pulled back.

Two. Ah, getting there.

One. Balls tensing up, ready to shoot my big cum load.

"AAAAARGGGGH!" I groaned, shooting shot after shot of cum deep inside her milking cunt.

At least four throbbing cum loads went deep inside her wanting womb before I pulled out, not waiting for the next one or two shots, leaving my cock lying flat on the dark blue armrest. Another load of cum was shot, right where I wanted it, marking my territory. Her leaking pussy did the rest, adding two globs of white cum on it.

I took her by the shoulders and gently lifted her up from the couch, supporting with one arm her back and with the other arm her knees. She cradled in my arms, and I carried her to the bedroom. Having wild sex doesn't mean you cannot be tender afterwards.

I laid her down on the queen-sized bed and covered her with a woollen blanket. After that I walked to the other side, and I moved my body next to hers, covering myself as well, embracing her closely. Enjoying the warmth of our bodies next to each other, we dozed off.

To be continued.