Another set with a little story!
My beautiful wife 23 yo Nicole sells jewellry in a shop on the Hamburg high street.
Next door to her is one of these trendy teenager brands selling all kinds of overpriced outrageous clothes.
But the staff are nice enough and Nicole and her 2 colleagues often join them for takes after closing time.
I know most of them, including Rauf, the only Turkish sales guy in the lot.
He's short, goofy-faced, unfit, has a receeding hairline. He's probably the hairiest fucker I know too. And at 45, he grooms and dresses like a trendy-wannabe 17yo high school kid. I guess that might be a job requirement, but the overall picture of the guy is kind of grotesque.
Even funnier is that he's relentlessly chasing any piece of totty around, telling them how good he can make them feel and bragging how many German women he's already converted to the joys of Turkish loving! According to him, they never looked back and always come back for more.
Yes, he does it with Nicole too. Marriage is no obstacle to Rauf!
Yeah right I thought!
Apart from that, the guy was actually quite funny and noone took his "threat" to take away our women too seriously.
How wrong I was going to be proven...
For a couple of weeks, he managed to always take his lunch breaks at the same time as Nicole. After initial irritation, she started enjoying his company and confiding in him. Including every argument we had, which was quite a few at that time.
The strange thing is that although they were becoming friends, he still made it very obvious to her in no uncertain terms that he would bonk he any time she liked. Apparently, she didnt mind, harmless fun.
Until it stopped being harmless. One day, after one of our more serious arguments, he took her for takes after work. But not with the others. They went to a secluded bar to talk. He conforted her, including physically.
When she was in his arms, he made his move and kissed her. Though shocked, Nicole did not push him away. He put her hand on his crotch and she gasped in amazement at the size of the cock she was feeling through his pants.
With that, he told her they should go back to his place and that she would finally get the amazing Turkish fucking he'd been promising her for so long. After years with useless German wimps, particularly me, he told her she would love the change.
Nicole was still hesitant, but he was persuasive.
When they got to his place, he resumed his assault, kissing and fondling every part of her body.
"Oh Rauf, this is so wrong!"
"Go with the flow girl, go with the flow, I promise you the ride of your life. Remember that big bulge you felt in the bar? You're gonna be begging for it in no time at all"
"Oh Rauf, please stop, I made a mistake, I should go back to my husband!"
"Dont be stupid girl, he's not able to treat you like the real woman you are. You need a real man, a Turkish cockmaster, me!"
"Oh Rauf, you're making me so hot, maybe just a little bit more comforting then!"
"Good girl!"
"Oh Rauf, I'm cumming on your hand. Oh yesssssssss!"
