Fisting and fucking a calfskin prostitute in berlin

When I went out that night, I didn't realise that I would end up hooking up in the VIP backroom at the most prestigious club in Berlin.

I never imagined I would be able to join this club. It was an amazing night.

It all began when some of my friends called me to inform me that they were going on a post-vaccination trip.

After the second round of jabs, we all waited two weeks to return to "normal" life.

Berlin's clubs had just reopened and there was a long waiting list. We decided to give it a try by meeting rich, lonely men through dating apps to get in.

After one slutty group photoshoot and six rounds of filthy sexual sexting, we all went out to Berlin's best club with a wealthy Saudi Arabian man and his friends.

Going to the club

I was dressed for the occasion, wearing platform heels and a barely-there dress with a low back that almost covered my pussy and thighs.

I had done my makeup with care, even though it was so simple.

I was picked up by the Saudi man with my friends in a long black limousine that was loaded with champagne and cash.

It was almost as if we were the main characters in a movie about drug lords set in Las Vegas.

Before we could even make it to the club, the Saudi man had all of us drinking champagne.

We entered the members' lounge through the back door. It was covered with red carpets and black leather.

One of the hookers quickly came over to grab the Saudi man's crotch.

He returned the gesture by grabbing her ass and planting a French kiss on her lips, before moving for us to follow him to the private table.

We were having a blast, drinking expensive alcohol and dancing with the bar girls when the Saudi man motioned for me to go to the booth.

Fisting chat

He asked, "Do you like fisting?" with a smile on his face.

I spit out my beverage, stunned by his direct question and hoping he would start laughing.

The hooker sat next to him and leaned closer towards me. She rested her chin on my hand, staring at my face with a kinky, wide-eyed smile.

I was unable to understand his words and he repeated them again.

He smiled and asked me if I would like to fist someone.

As she waited for me to reply, she tilted her head and cocked one of her eyebrows. I relaxed and took a large swig of champagne.

"Why not? "Why not?" I shouted.

It was something I felt compelled to do. He implied that he would pay the woman for her services, and I was curious if it was possible.

Hooker sex

The bar manager nodded and the woman turned to look at him. I watched as the black Amex of the Saudi man was swiped through the card machine, sealing it.

I glanced back, and I saw that the hooker was crawling on the Saudi man's lap. She was lingering with his face while she made her way to me.

She stood up, and took off her small dress. She had not been wearing any underneath.

The Saudi man sat down against the booth's back and lit a cigar. He sat down on his stomach and lightly stroked the outside of his pants with his cock.

My dress was ripped off my body by the hooker. My erect nipples were exposed as my tits bounced off the ground.

My pussy was completely saturated by the combination of cocaine and champagne.

She took my panties off for me, and I sat back in a booth. My thighs were encircled by her legs, and she pushed her tit into mine. She also placed her nipple on my lips.

I took the cue, and started sucking on the next one, grasping her tits as she squeezed them. She put on quite a show for the Saudi-man behind her.

Begging for a fisting

She said, "I've wanted to try you fisting my all night," with a deep German accent.

She took out a small container of lube from the box and did use my hand with it. Then, she proceeded with her fingernails and pussy to fully lubricate them.

Her body was placed on the table, and she positioned her pussy so that it faced the rest of the room.

I stood and walked to the table's edge. I used my unlubricated hand to touch her breasts and other parts of her body.

My lubricated hand played in her pussy, and her outer vaginal lips. Slowly, I inserted one finger into her.

She groaned and I turned to the Saudi man to give my approval. He was showing more of his hard cock underneath the table, and he smiled at me as he continued.

At this point I felt extremely excited, my vaginal walls were expanding and anticipating penetration.

I added two more fingers to the hookers pussy, and felt the taught skin stretching out around my fingers.

I pulled in a fourth to make her arch my back, and she was still clenching her hands around me. Half of the drinks were gone when she spread her arms across the table.

The foreign man grunted, and he sat back, massacring more aggressively.

Full fisting

I reached out and pressed my entire hand into her, making a fist and pushing my wrist into her. She was feeling her vagina contract in orgasm.

As she moaned, the Saudi man stood up and grasped the hooker's head. He then pushed his extremely straight cock into her mouth.

I felt something grab my genitals from behind me. Slowly, I freed my hand from the hookers pussy. Then, I watched her collapse in post-orgasmic joy.

Our patron placed 100 euro notes across our patron's sweaty torso.

I was totally turned on, and was forced to masturbating in the middle the club by the hand that grabbed my sex.

He was a tall, slim German man who had his cock out and was bound in a leather belt.

He asked me if he would like to have some fuck, courtesy the gentleman at the tables, referring to our sponsor, the Saudi man.

He spun me around and placed me on the table. I nodded. As he reached for me, he began to rub my clit while pushing his large, straight cock into my wet pussy.

I was there in seconds, and he kept fiddling me.

He punched me until I had cum 3 times, then he offered me cocaine. I was in total ecstasy as I laid spread out on the table.

It was certain that there was more, but I don't recall the details after I had taken the cocaine.

The night I fisted a hooker in public will live in my memory forever.