Skip to main content

Meeting a self-made millionaire

We met at the most stupid place I could think of: The McDonald restaurant at Munich’s Stachus. I sat there, eating my 2008 McDonald lunch (one per year ;-)). The restaurant was crowdy so he was forced to sit next to me. I am used to that: Next to me is always the first gap which is filled when filling is necessary. Result of well-shaped tits I can say. After a few minutes he asked me for a tissue and in that second I heard his voice my pussy made a jump. It was like an order from her: Fuck him. It is my most beautiful feeling. I really like it. It is his voice. I opened two further buttons of my blouse before I gave it to him. I could not open my mouth. It was like … I am suddenly shy. I asked him to let me out for the restrooms. Laaaaammmmmeeee. I was so ashamed. When I checked myself in the mirror … I forced myself. I went back to our seats and bent over to my bag and gave him a decent insight into my cleavage. I do not know if he saw my nipples or not, does not matter. I gave him enough. He threw his burger on his tablet and asked me:
“Hey, how are you doing?” … “Hope you do not mind but such a beautiful girl I have to take out into a better restaurant.”I was too fast in saying yes. Far too fast. Anyway. He invited me to a noble Argentinean restaurant in Munich and later we hang out and drank something. He was not shy at all. His hand was soon placed on my leg next to my pussy. He must have felt the heat radiated from her. It was an experienced grip. Not like “Wow I got my hand on her leg” but like “Let’s test how ready she is”. I discovered that he was really rich when he took me in his car. A Jaguar. He fucked me in his villa next to the Starnberger Sea. Later he told me that he is a self-made millionaire and got his money from software. We even started to have a small tech chat about something he did. It was an amazing day.


Popular posts from this blog

My ass

Today I have to tell you two stories about my add and one about my piercings.

Maybe some of you remember. I earned once money with my ass. Literally! I did a modelling job with focus on my ass. On Friday the photographer called again and asked if I am still in business. But I declined. Modelling is a nice ego trip but too much work for too less income.
The second story with my ass happened on Monday. As it was a public holiday a group of friends and me went to the alps for a hike. On the way back the train was crowded and we had six places for seven people. I told the two single guys to let me sit in between or on their lap. It was funny and we made some fun about it. When you remember the last girl you had no sex with sitting on your lap. I told them that I do not care as long as they do not expect something. It was fun.

The piercing story is easy. I gave a party and I had to change my dress. And I forgot that someone could stand on my roof deck while me changing. When I came back he…

Fucking April

Remember Bina? Well, we had Sex, more than once. We had a threesome with my boyfriend. I could not believe it. It was so hot to suck his balls and then lick her tribal strip ( .... now think what a tribal strip is ... read one of my first posts of Bina). Now every ONS we have, we fuck together, my boyfriend just fuck whoever is next to him. We fool around before I go to work and when we come back. She is such a cool fuck and what a body .... welcome to April Fools' Day.

The luck is with me

I found a guy for my life. Finally. I was introduced to  him by the couple which I was escorting a while ago. He is a German business guy who works in London. He is 35 years old, handsome, tall, and has a great sense of humor. He is rich (;-)) and was just divorced from a Russian model. He is too perfect.
And when it comes to the sack it is even better. His cock is the most beautiful I can remember (at least that is my current opinion), he is well equipped (having the 20cm x 6cm I always love to have) and is a  totally amazing fuck. We are together now for three weekend and most of the time we not spent in restaurant we are in my bed. And that is how it should be.
We already have done the talk about our sexual freedoms. We agreed that we have the liberty to meet other people for sexual fun (he has an affair in London and you should know me by now). I just require him to always wear a condom with other girls. We will do an HIV test so we can get rid of the plastic soon.

I am really loo…