In the Wine Cellar
In the wine cellar
When Alex picked her up, Sylvia was already waiting as they had agreed, or rather as he had told her.
She had made only very subtle make-up and only needed two drops of oriental-sweet perfume.
She had on a knee-length thin black coat and just black silk stockings
... nothing more.
Her beautiful slim feet were also in black simple pumps with about 8 cm heels.
She took a step toward him and held out her neck. Now he could give her the collar, which consisted of a wide leather strap and a short thick knit attached to it. Alex made this collar especially for Sylvia.
Silently they went to his car, a dark green Mercedes vintage.
When they drove half an hour across land and late in the evening, they came to an old farm.
Here lived Max, 45 years old ... guy; pithy farmer with a gray-haired but well-groomed beard, a friend of Alex. Besides, Stefan was in his mid-thirties, well-trained ... guy; Brad Pitt in young another friend of the two present.
Alex stopped at the front door, got out, walked around the car and opened the passenger door.
He picked up the short rope of the collar and "helped" Sylvia out of it.
They went into the house and headed directly for a heavy wooden door behind which was the stairs down to the wine cellars.
Again, in the very back of the cellar, there was another, inconspicuous door. Behind it, Max had set up a "Gentlemens Room".
The two entered. The room was sparsely lit. There was a heavy leather sofa and two matching armchairs. In one of them sat Max. There was also a simple, small antique bar with a counter. This was Stefan.
Alex led Sylvia in the direction of Max and they stopped two meters in front of him. Max examined Sylvia briefly and then showed his approval with an appreciative nod.
Alex just had to pull the rope down and Sylvia immediately knew what she had to do.
She knelt on the cold stone floor very close to the chair.
Max opened his pants and pulled out his rather big and half-stiff cock. Sylvia leaned forward and immediately began to pamper him with her tongue. Max closed his eyes ...
Alex went to Stefan to the bar, took a red wine and watched the two in their doing.
Sylvia was a master at blowing. She was now kneading his balls lightly with one hand while she held his cock deep down on the shaft with the other hand and pushed it completely and faster into her mouth again and again.
After a short while, Stefan said to Alex, "I want to fuck her now and spank her a bit." Alex turned to him and said slowly, seriously and determined: "Fucking is clear, but if you beat her only once, we both get really trouble! She does not like that and we respect that here, that's clear !?!"
OK. Stefan said sheepishly and went to the chair.
He knelt behind Sylvia and opening his pants. He opened the belt of Sylvia's coat and pushed it up over her round ass. Between her thighs came a beautiful pink cunt with moist, shiny labia majora. Stefan put his flat hand inside the slot as if to check that this is not a dream.
When Sylvia felt it, she opened her thighs a little more and stretched her back through but without stopping blowing on the other side.
Stefan spread her labia with two fingers and started to fuck her. His bumps quickly became stronger and stronger.
At each thrust, his testicle slapped against her lower abdomen.
Then everything went very fast. Although Max had the pleasure for a few minutes longer, Stefan came first. First he moaned 2-3 times then he hastily pulled his stand out of Sylvia's cunt and jerked him. He splashed a large amount of sperm on her stockings and then dropped to the back exhausted. Now Alex also knew why Stefan in the run-up to this meeting had expressed to him the wish that the lady present should wear hold-up straps. He had not cared anything else.
Then Max came too. He narrowed his eyes even more tightly and pushed himself into the back of the chair. Sylvia held his twitching cock in the closed mouth and you could see clearly that she had to swallow at least three times.
Alex put his wine glass on the counter and headed for the three. He grabbed the rope on Sylvia's collar and carefully pulled her up until she stood on shaky legs again. He kissed her lightly on the neck and whispered in her ear: "You have done well and now give the man his certificate"
She closed her coat and went to the other chair, sat down on the armrest and took off her fully-sprayed stockings.
Without a word she held out to Stefan. He accepted the stockings with a grateful and happy dachshund look.
"Guys, see you," Alex said and went to Sylvia. He pulled her back up the collar and walked with her towards the door.
On the way back, Alex realized that there should be a fragrance called "Freshly Fucked". Sylvia now had it very clear.
He had to grin to himself at the thought that this fragrance might be marketed as a deodorant.
Sylvia looked pensive and with a satisfied smile in the darkness.
At home with her, he accompanied her to the door and then took her from the collar ...
When Alex picked her up, Sylvia was already waiting as they had agreed, or rather as he had told her.
She had made only very subtle make-up and only needed two drops of oriental-sweet perfume.
She had on a knee-length thin black coat and just black silk stockings
... nothing more.
Her beautiful slim feet were also in black simple pumps with about 8 cm heels.
She took a step toward him and held out her neck. Now he could give her the collar, which consisted of a wide leather strap and a short thick knit attached to it. Alex made this collar especially for Sylvia.
Silently they went to his car, a dark green Mercedes vintage.
When they drove half an hour across land and late in the evening, they came to an old farm.
Here lived Max, 45 years old ... guy; pithy farmer with a gray-haired but well-groomed beard, a friend of Alex. Besides, Stefan was in his mid-thirties, well-trained ... guy; Brad Pitt in young another friend of the two present.
Alex stopped at the front door, got out, walked around the car and opened the passenger door.
He picked up the short rope of the collar and "helped" Sylvia out of it.
They went into the house and headed directly for a heavy wooden door behind which was the stairs down to the wine cellars.
Again, in the very back of the cellar, there was another, inconspicuous door. Behind it, Max had set up a "Gentlemens Room".
The two entered. The room was sparsely lit. There was a heavy leather sofa and two matching armchairs. In one of them sat Max. There was also a simple, small antique bar with a counter. This was Stefan.
Alex led Sylvia in the direction of Max and they stopped two meters in front of him. Max examined Sylvia briefly and then showed his approval with an appreciative nod.
Alex just had to pull the rope down and Sylvia immediately knew what she had to do.
She knelt on the cold stone floor very close to the chair.
Max opened his pants and pulled out his rather big and half-stiff cock. Sylvia leaned forward and immediately began to pamper him with her tongue. Max closed his eyes ...
Alex went to Stefan to the bar, took a red wine and watched the two in their doing.
Sylvia was a master at blowing. She was now kneading his balls lightly with one hand while she held his cock deep down on the shaft with the other hand and pushed it completely and faster into her mouth again and again.
After a short while, Stefan said to Alex, "I want to fuck her now and spank her a bit." Alex turned to him and said slowly, seriously and determined: "Fucking is clear, but if you beat her only once, we both get really trouble! She does not like that and we respect that here, that's clear !?!"
OK. Stefan said sheepishly and went to the chair.
He knelt behind Sylvia and opening his pants. He opened the belt of Sylvia's coat and pushed it up over her round ass. Between her thighs came a beautiful pink cunt with moist, shiny labia majora. Stefan put his flat hand inside the slot as if to check that this is not a dream.
When Sylvia felt it, she opened her thighs a little more and stretched her back through but without stopping blowing on the other side.
Stefan spread her labia with two fingers and started to fuck her. His bumps quickly became stronger and stronger.
At each thrust, his testicle slapped against her lower abdomen.
Then everything went very fast. Although Max had the pleasure for a few minutes longer, Stefan came first. First he moaned 2-3 times then he hastily pulled his stand out of Sylvia's cunt and jerked him. He splashed a large amount of sperm on her stockings and then dropped to the back exhausted. Now Alex also knew why Stefan in the run-up to this meeting had expressed to him the wish that the lady present should wear hold-up straps. He had not cared anything else.
Then Max came too. He narrowed his eyes even more tightly and pushed himself into the back of the chair. Sylvia held his twitching cock in the closed mouth and you could see clearly that she had to swallow at least three times.
Alex put his wine glass on the counter and headed for the three. He grabbed the rope on Sylvia's collar and carefully pulled her up until she stood on shaky legs again. He kissed her lightly on the neck and whispered in her ear: "You have done well and now give the man his certificate"
She closed her coat and went to the other chair, sat down on the armrest and took off her fully-sprayed stockings.
Without a word she held out to Stefan. He accepted the stockings with a grateful and happy dachshund look.
"Guys, see you," Alex said and went to Sylvia. He pulled her back up the collar and walked with her towards the door.
On the way back, Alex realized that there should be a fragrance called "Freshly Fucked". Sylvia now had it very clear.
He had to grin to himself at the thought that this fragrance might be marketed as a deodorant.
Sylvia looked pensive and with a satisfied smile in the darkness.
At home with her, he accompanied her to the door and then took her from the collar ...
4 years ago
