The Second Evening

By Peter Martinez

I have collected stories on 500 conventional book pages describing the experiences of women who became and how they behave in the exciting roles. 
With this "The Second Evening" book, explore your own delve into the wants that you've been aching to explore. These stories are passionate and provocative. You won't find anything else like it.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peter Martinez
• Release date: Apr 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223797487

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Table of Contents

Martina May's encounters

Charlotte's new job

Nothing going on Mondays

The second evening

My friend Isabel

Chantal in love

Tanja in the disco

Franzi's tutoring

Cora's games

Michelle -  my old friend

Vacation

Monique and her job in the boutique

Saskia -  An important game

Your wish

Elena

A strong hand

Petra's Uninhibited Program

Nadja -  Finally vacation

Fiona's journey

The Second Evening

Author: Peter Martinez

Martina May's encounters

Martina May

Martina May: forty, chief secretary in a large law firm, always dressed neatly in a suit or pantsuit, blonde hair pinned up in a sophisticated hairstyle, heavy breasts held in fine lace lingerie, high-heeled shoes on her feet, so that at one meter seventy-five tall she is even more noticeable appeared larger.

Martina May had two hobbies. She has been doing one thing for as long as she can remember: sport. She loved everything that had to do with movements. Whether running, swimming or cycling. Most of all, however, she enjoyed sports in which she could compete against others. Preferred Enemies: Men. Whether in tennis, squash or badminton. She had enough ambition to want to win her games.

The sport also helped her keep her figure in exceptionally good shape. She was particularly proud of her tight thighs, her firm bottom and her flat stomach.

The work went well for her. She got along with her manager. Had a small team of secretaries himself. They valued them because of their professional competence and also because of their clear statements when they distributed work.

At first, she pursued her second hobby quietly on the side. So that no one in the office knew anything about it.

Martina discovers her body

Martina May was married for many years. Childless. Until she noticed that her husband had been looking for another woman on the side for a long time. And with whom she practiced all the things she lacked at home in the marriage bed. Immediately, realizing this, she decided to get a divorce. Not so much because she couldn't forgive him for cheating, but rather because he had bored her over the years. And because she now intended to make up for everything she had missed. And that unbound, free, without a stumbling block that put your feet on the sofa at home.

Martina had a number of good friends. From one, Thomas, she knew that nothing burned. Martina had hardly left home when she invited him to dinner. She told him openly what was on her mind. Thomas was amazed at what a wild, he almost said, unrestrained woman was hiding under this elegant facade. And of course he immediately offered his services as an erotic expert.

Thomas, would you accompany me at the weekend?

Of course. Where to?

I would like to visit a swingers club. I am very interested in what is happening there. And as you now know, I've never gotten beyond the missionary position and a little bit around it.

Wow. It blows my mind now.

I believe you everything but that.

Thomas grinned silently. He nodded.

Clear. I love nothing better than that.

What do I have to wear in a club like this?

We'll take a look at that together. All you need to do is look in your underwear closet.

Martina looked at him with wide eyes. But then she found it fun.

And one more thing: it should be a club that is not just around the corner so that someone cannot recognize me right away. you know where i work That must not happen.

Martina got up, motioned to Thomas to follow her and went into her small bedroom. There she opened two drawers of a chest of drawers. One look was enough for Thomas.

It's best if you give me your measurements. I'll get something. Maybe even two or three sets so you have a choice.

Is it that bad?

It's not bad. But you can't win a flowerpot in a swingers club with the parts. And while we're going there, let's have a blast, right?

I have no idea how to do that: let it rip!

Don't worry, you can rely on me completely.

Martina looked at Thomas penetratingly. Thomas thought he could see the sheer lust flashing in her eyes. She tilted her head, showing him her neck. An unmistakable sign of submission.

Take off your clothes!

What should I?

Take off your clothes. I just want to see.

What will it be now? Are you a voyeur?

Oh Martina, I just want to see if the rest of your body matches what we're going to do with the lingerie!

Since the two of them had already had a glass or two of sparkling wine before, Martina plucked up courage and slowly began to undo the buttons of her blouse. When the blouse was completely open, Thomas looked at her body from all sides.

Great!

Martina let the blouse slide off her shoulders and was now standing in front of him, wearing a simple bra.

And now the pants!

Just as slowly as the blouse, Martina undid the buttons on her pants. It was almost like a skillful striptease when she finally peeled off her pants. Since this was very tight, she had to make an effort to push it over her tight buttocks inch by inch.

I didn't even know what grenade I was friends with! Thomas whispered appreciatively.

Martina smiled. Now she was wearing socks, rather large, shapeless panties, and a simple brassiere. Thomas looked at her figure, at her body, with astonishment. And couldn't believe it. Such a beautiful woman in such nondescript underwear - he shook his head.

Why are you shaking your head?

I can't understand it. Martina, you are so beautiful. So attractive. I almost want to say, so cool. And you're wearing underwear that could drive off the hottest guy.

Thomas, you know what was going on at my house. My husband never asked me about it or even brought me the appropriate underwear. I always had to run around in these parts. And at some point you don't even notice what you're doing to yourself.

Now let the last covers fall.

Martina grabbed her back and undid the clasp of her bra. With an elegant movement she took it off. Two large breasts appeared, which protruded full and round from her body. They didn't sag a bit despite being so big and heavy. Her nipples, long ago stiff with excitement, were enthroned on two large dark areolas. They literally invited you to take a bite. Thomas could only control himself with difficulty. Martina smiled embarrassed, looked down at herself, looked Thomas in the eye. questioning.

Beautiful! he whispered hoarsely.

Then Martina once again summoned up all her courage, grabbed the waistband of her panties and slipped them off her hips. Very slowly the white garment slid over her bush on her mons pubis. Almost light blonde, her hair stood out from her mons pubis and pubic area. When she finally took off her panties, she stood in front of Thomas with her thighs pressed together. He looked her up and down and just shook his head.

My God, little mouse, you are an attractive woman.

Martina smiled her embarrassed laugh again.

Open your legs a little. We're not with the Salvation Army here! Thomas remarked.

And Martina tried, against all inner resistance, to spread her legs in front of her boyfriend. It was difficult for her. In the end she made it. Through the blond hair, Thomas recognized her bulging outer labia and also the inner ones, which protruded a little beyond it. If he wasn't mistaken, the hairs around her slit were already soaked with her wetness.

Hey, you're so wet down there.

Martina looked down at herself, saw the droplets of her pleasure juices glistening on her blond hair and looked embarrassed.

Seems you're really excited about what we're doing here.

Martina nodded and looked to the side, her face red.

Sit down here on the chest of drawers, Thomas asked Martina.

She had no idea what he wanted from her, but followed his instructions. She was soon sitting on the dresser like a little girl, dangling her legs. Thomas stood in front of her, grabbed her knees and pushed her thighs apart.

Hey, what are you doing?

First measures to improve - the shave

I want to see all of you. Especially your secret.

Martina closed her eyes and let Thomas do it. He pushed her legs further and further apart so that he could now see her blond-haired pussy between her thighs. Martina seemed to be leaking. Her wetness spread across the dresser.

Sit just like that. Close your eyes. I'll be right back with you.

With that, Thomas left the small bedroom and went next door, searching in Martina's bathroom for a small bowl, a towel, her razor and shaving cream. After all, her armpits were shaved clean. So these gadgets had to be in her household. And indeed. In a few moments he had everything he needed and quickly went back to the bedroom.

Martina was still sitting on the dresser, eyes closed, hands in her lap. Thomas grabbed her hands and put them to the left and right of Martina's body so that she could support herself. Then he pulled her crotch a little further forward so her pussy floated over the edge of the dresser. He then tucked the towel under her bottom and sprayed the shaving cream on her mons pubis.

Martina was startled at every movement she felt from him. However, she did not dare to open her eyes. She simply let Thomas do it. When he had distributed enough shaving cream, he carefully began to shave her middle. He made sure that he left a small strip of her hair on her mons pubis.

When he had removed all the hair around her slit and now started to shave her labia, she groaned. Shaving made Martina horny. Her juices ran uncontrollably from her pussy and mixed with the shaving cream. Thomas unerringly shaved off all the hair on her left side of the pussy. Until she was squeaky clean between thigh and cleft. Then came the right part.

To help, Thomas occasionally grabbed her labia and tightened the skin. For Martina it was almost a martyrdom of lust. She had long since placed both hands on his head and clawed at his hair when he gave her pleasure with his movements.

My God, that's awesome! Martina breathed while Thomas was in the final stages of shaving. Now all he had to do was shave the small area around her clit clean. Then he would be done. However, as soon as he got near her pearl with the device, she screamed out. Thomas dabbed some more shaving cream on the small region around the clit and set about removing the little hairs with just a few strokes. He pinched the already bulging clitoris with his thumb and forefinger and pulled the skin taut to catch every last hair.

When he squeezed her clit like that, she cried out. Martina pushed her lap impetuously towards him. She couldn't control herself anymore. Was no longer master of herself. Suddenly waves of pleasure covered her whole body. She trembled, moaned, cried out sharply. And had a tremendous exit. That didn't want to end. Wave after wave erupted from her clit, rushing to the ends of her hair and down to her toes. She tore her legs wide apart, sat almost in the splits on the dresser and pressed Thomas's head against her vagina with all her strength.

It was a reflex move. She had no idea why she was doing this. But Thomas understood immediately and put his mouth on her column. The freshly shaved vagina, smelling good, as smooth as a child's bum, dripping with pleasure juices, formally invited him. He only had to lick her button a few times. And again she came. Now she roared her lust out loud. A small beam also shot out of their midst. Right into Thomas' wide open mouth.

Thomas pressed his lips to the twitching abdomen and remained silent. Waited until her pussy stopped throbbing. Then he let his tongue play over her button again.

Martina wants more

Please fuck me!

Martina had never used this sentence in her entire life. But she had to say it. It had to come out. Above all, he, Thomas, and Thomas' member finally had to get inside her.

Thomas quickly undid his pants and pulled them down to his knees. No time to take them off completely. His cock snapped out of his underpants, standing right in front of her entrance. He placed it carefully in her right hand, pulling his foreskin back completely himself, letting her go first to put his cock on her cunt. She grabbed it unerringly, put his acorn on her entrance and looked at Thomas with a far away look. Then he pushed himself completely into her with a powerful swing.

She cried out when he was finally inside her. She grabbed his face with both hands to kiss him and performed a fiery dance of her tongue in his mouth.

Thomas began to penetrate her slowly and with deep thrusts. Every push into her depth was acknowledged with a deep groan. She wrapped her bare legs around his body so that she could press her heels against his bottom and control his rhythm.

Thomas didn't have to push into her for long before she already experienced the next exit. Along with her moans, she secreted liquid again, which now dripped down over Thomas's balls and thighs. Thomas pulled his cock out of her midst, took it in his right hand and ran it through her gap, tapping her clitoris a little with his bulging head and watching her reaction.

It was amazing. He had never seen anything like it. Each smack of his glans on her clit resulted in a small jet shooting out of her midst. He started again, penetrated her and now began to push her hard and with increasing speed. She pressed her crotch against him, pressed her heels hard against his buttocks, asked him to fuck her harder and harder.

Cool! I've never experienced anything like that! she screamed and looked at him with eyes twisted with lust.

Unstoppable Thomas increased his speed. And since he noticed that Martina's cunt was enclosing his shaft more and more, he knew that it wouldn't be long. He slammed his thong into her cave with all his might. His balls banged against her thighs and against the edge of the dresser. It hurt. But the sweet pain of lust was all too bearable for all that it triggered in her.

Suddenly Martina clutched his hair with irrepressible strength, screamed, trembled, pulled him to her. He pushed one last time, filled her with his cum and accepted the milking movements of her vulva. A trickle had long since formed at the front of the chest of drawers, which now also contained his seed and was already forming a puddle on the floor.

He was deep inside her. Pumped his cock dry, felt her cave tighten around him, heard her breathing in his ear and just held her.

Thomas stayed with Martina that evening. He fucked her in every imaginable position until there was no longer a dry spot on the bed. At breakfast they sat across from each other. Martina had an enjoying smile on her face.

Did you know you can cum?

I didn't know until tonight that such a thing even existed. And believe me, in our marriage we never did this kind of sex.

What a pity. What a waste.

Preparations for the visit to the swingers club

Martina could hardly wait until the weekend. She was tense. In the morning and in the evening she had to get it to herself several times. The feelings that Thomas had opened up to her had taken possession of her. She knew now that she possessed talents she had never known before. And which in the women's world were probably also rather rare.

The following weekend Thomas rang the bell in the early evening. Martina let him in. She had already been waiting for him in her dressing gown. Quite deliberately because he had promised her to bring the promised underwear with him, which she should try on immediately. Because that was also her clothes for the following visit to the swingers club.

Full of exciting expectation, she took him in her arms, gave him a kiss and stared at the large bag he was carrying. As promised, Thomas bought three different sets of lingerie. And she began to try them on right away in front of his eyes. No more embarrassment. no shame

So ... how are you. Understood?

What can I say? I am so hot. All the time. I can not wait anymore.

Thomas smiled. The first lingerie consisted of a lace bra that only half covered her breasts. As a result, both areolas looked out curiously over the edge of the tip. The panties, a particularly tight one, barely covered her crack and the small strip of blond hair Thomas had left when he shaved. Martina looked appreciatively in the mirror. That wasn't bad.

The second set consisted of a black lace corset, a garter belt that was worked into the corset, a thong, also in black lace, and nylon stockings. Thomas helped Martina put on the corset and then with the lacing. Likewise when fixing the nylon stockings to the suspenders. Always a challenge, he found. In the end, a tall woman in an extremely hot outfit stood in front of him, and he immediately felt like it. This was an outfit she was guaranteed to turn heads in. No question.

Look, this is a thong with an open crotch. Try the one on.

Martina took the tiny piece of clothing and looked at it questioningly. She had never held anything like it before. She replaced the thong with the thong and now stood in front of him with her swollen labia protruding from the open thong.

Wow. That's a cool outfit! Thomas exclaimed.

And Martina looked at the open garment from all sides.

That invites you to fuck me. I think I should be a little more reserved at the beginning.

Martina stripped off the open thong again, freed herself from the corset and stockings and laid the entire combination neatly over the back of a chair.

The last selection consisted of a full body covering catsuit. It was designed in such a way that Martina's long legs were covered in black nylon stockings. The bottom was exposed. Only several black ribbons, which surrounded the buttocks, led to the top. The top was tightly knit. Even had sleeves. The stitches around the chest were just big enough for the nipples to peek through when not aroused. The catsuit was open at the crotch.

Martina slipped on the part. When she adjusted it and stood in front of the mirror, all she could do was nod her head in admiration. The fitting had excited her so much that she turned to the wall, supported herself on the wall with both hands and stretched her bottom far back so that Thomas could look directly into her crotch.

A clear signal. She wanted to be taken.

Thomas, who had long since been put on the alert by the attractive woman and her hot lingerie and had been completely stiff about his member for a long time, tore down his trousers, stood behind Martina and impetuously penetrated her.

The motto was to reduce the pressure first. There was a smack as he was fully inside her. She groaned at that. It wasn't long before she came trembling, either. At the same moment, Thomas shot his first beam into her.

Ha! That felt good. I'm feeling a lot better now.

Martina turned to him, took his cheeks between her hands and kissed him deeply and intensely. At the same time his semen dripped out of her vagina in long streaks and wet the floor.

Now, what set are you going to wear?

I'll leave the last one on right away. I feel comfortable with that, even though it's open at the bottom.

Thomas briefly explained to her where he wanted to take her. She agreed immediately. The journey would take at least an hour and a half. That was far enough away from her home and the attorney's office. Thomas had booked a hotel for the night. It would certainly be early in the morning in the swingers club - after what he had now got to know from Martina. He didn't want to go back then. She thought that was great too.

Thomas actually wanted to go eat something on the way. But Martina was so excited and aroused all over that she wasn't hungry at all. So she asked him to drive to this club as soon as possible.

The club

It was just after ten o'clock in the evening when they knocked on the mansion's large door. A friendly smiling girl, dressed only in a very skimpy bikini, let her in. She showed them both the changing rooms, explained which rooms were located where in the house and asked them for a welcome drink in the bar after they had changed.

A few minutes later they were sitting on two bar stools and ordered their first refreshing drink. There was also a large buffet set up nearby that smelled wonderful. So Thomas managed to regain his strength before he had to actively take care of Martina.

Since they got to the club relatively early, most of those present were still eating, drinking and dancing a little. But Martina really wanted to see action and people doing it together.

Come on, let's take a look around, Thomas suggested, grabbed Martina's hand and went up one floor with her.

There was a large playground, a very dark room and several booths. Clear noises came from the booths. A couple had left the door open on purpose. She knelt in front of him and sucked his cock, kneading his balls while he grabbed her hair and directed her rhythm.

Several couples were already lying on the playground. They dealt with each other. It appeared to be a Gordian knot of hands, legs, breasts and heads. Hands were clawing at body parts everywhere. Both men and women groaned. Somehow they all seemed to be connected. Martina watched in fascination.

I want to see that!, she whispered in Thomas' ear and stood at the edge of the playground, stared at the ball with wide eyes and allowed Thomas to casually play with her pearl. The horny hustle and bustle in front of her and his hand in her crotch made her so horny that she cried out while standing up. She squirted out her lust liquid. The jet hit a voluptuous woman who was jerking off a gentleman with a beer belly. The woman looked up, saw the attractive Martina standing next to her and straightened up immediately. She took Martina by the hand and pulled her down to her.

Martina joins in

Don't just stand there and watch, but join in!

With that, Martina was already integrated into the middle of the tangle. Thomas got on his knees and also lay down.

In the next few minutes, Martina noticed that a wide variety of cocks were inside her. She was also holding some more or less stiff specimens. An acorn crowded into her mouth. Even women's hands touched her clitoris. She didn't just come once. The lust became so intense that she had to roll out of the tangle.

She sat up against the wall. Searched for Thomas, who was also part of the tangle though. Dragged him out when she recognized a limb from him. As soon as she separated him from the others, she threw herself onto her back, spread her legs and pulled him onto her. He immediately pounded his member into her, pushing her hard so that it smacked. Until she cried out and squirted him with her juices.

Thomas rolled off her, stiff limb, lay beside her, stared at the ceiling, wondering what to do next. By then she was already over him. She knelt over his stiff phallus, lowered her lap onto it, and rode until she came again. They lay next to each other, breathing heavily, watching the bunch of people fucking, licking and jerking off in the middle of the room.

Martina began to play with herself again. Pushed two fingers into her boiling cunt. But Thomas still had some plans. He stood up, pulling Martina with him.

The cellar

Let's have a look in the basement. There are things there that you have never seen before.

With these words he dragged Martina behind him, up the stairs to the ground floor and then down a wide staircase into the lower vault. It smelled of burning candles, human sweat, semen. Sharp screams came from dark corners. The pale light that the candles gave off was supported by small red lights. They entered a large room with St. Andrew's crosses attached to the left and right walls.

On the left, a woman was handcuffed to one of the crosses, facing the wall. Behind her was a man with a whip, who used the whip to hit her thighs, buttocks and pussy. She howled lustfully with each hit. A small pool of her secretions formed on the floor beneath her. Apparently, the slapping made them so horny that she came in the process.

In a dark corner of the room, a woman was hanging from the ceiling by a thick rope. She seemed to be floating. Her restraints of arms, legs and breasts were designed in such a way that the center of gravity was formed over the middle of her body. A rope led through the thick knot there to the ceiling. She was now floating exactly at the height at which she could take a male member in her mouth. It would have been just as possible to push her legs, which were already spread due to the bondage, a little to the side and take her from behind. No one was around to take care of her. She hung there only at the service of those who would take her.

Right next to her was a strange device. It looked like a piece of gymnastics equipment, almost like small parallel bars. In the middle, a leather-covered cross brace formed the connection between two side parts. The side panels each had plate-like leather upholstery at their front and rear ends. You could, Thomas explained to her, put your knees on the back cushions, put your body over the crossbar and put your hands on the front cushions. The whole thing was called Fickbock.

Out of interest, Martina mounted the fuck buck, made herself comfortable and just tried to imagine what could happen now. At that moment, Thomas stepped on her buttocks from behind, took out his cock, pulled it through her exposed pussy and penetrated her violently. she screamed. She had to concentrate on not being pushed off the buck.

And while she was still busy finding the best possible and stable position, a strange man suddenly stood in front of her and pushed his member into her mouth. She took it greedily while Thomas took her from behind. She grunted in pleasure, chewing on the stranger's head, sucking his cock deeply. Tried to test how far she could take the member. She swallowed and swallowed until he nudged the depths of her throat. She could feel the man making his own fucking movements and his balls slapping against her chin. Thomas behind her fucked her just as hard, his balls banging against her thighs. That was too much. With a mighty scream she experienced her first orgasm on a fuck buck. Her sheath encircled Thomas' member so tightly that he, too, came.

In the midst of her ecstasy, the man who fucked her in the mouth fired his load. She couldn't help but swallow it all. She gagged at first, but then licked off every drop she could catch.

Thomas then helped her down from the buck. The stranger disappeared without a word. Thomas straightened Martina up, kissed her and took her a few steps further into a vault with a gyn chair in the middle. Inside was a woman who let her partner massage her pleasure pearl with a wildly wriggling vibrator. She kept coming back screaming. She also had the gift of cumming. That gave Thomas an idea.

Heike and Stefan

He knew that in the next room there was a wide table top. He whispered something in the ear of the man holding the vibrator to his partner's cunt. He unbuckled the woman and pulled her with him. To where Thomas now went with Martina. The leather-lined panel in the next room was wide enough for two women to be fixed side by side with their legs apart.

Thomas began to tie Martina tightly to the eyelets that were attached to the sides. The stranger imitated it with his partner. Soon both women were lying side by side on the platter, legs spread wide, ready to receive.

Thomas faced one side of the plate. So he had good access to Martina's cunt. He pushed several fingers into her vagina in quick succession until he had four fingers in her. He fucked her with his fingers while teasing her clitoris with his thumb. The stranger did the same to him and to his partner.

The movements of both men's hands quickened. The fingers fucked the women with high speed and hardness. Both women responded with loud screams. So long, until Martina stiffened first. Thomas immediately pulled his fingers out of her. That meant she erupted in a high arc immediately afterwards. In the same second, the neighbor pulled his hand out of his partner. She, too, emitted a ray.

Several couples stood at the entrance to the vault, watching with great interest what was happening in the room. They worked on each other's privates as they watched the two women go wild. Thomas and his teammate manage to make the women cum a second time. Then they released the two and untied them.

Thomas hooked Martina's arm and led her up to the bar. The previously unknown man and his partner also followed them. They found a quiet corner in the bar and introduced themselves. The two were called Stefan and Heike. You ordered a glass of sparkling wine and posted yourself.

The four drank to the women's ability to cum. Suddenly Heike knelt in front of Martina, pushed Martina's thighs apart and began to lick them.

"You have the finest cunt I've ever seen. I have to have it! ' Heike whispered to Martina.

Then she put her lips over Martina's pearl and operated the clitoris until Martina came.

After a swim in the club's large whirlpool, Thomas and Stefan swapped partners. Stefan had a much smaller member than Thomas. But he knew very well how to deal with it. He led Martina back into the basement, asked her to fuck and also took her from behind. However, through her rosette.

Martina has never had anal sex in her life. It was the first time that her rosette was deflowered. She was happy to let it happen. I really enjoyed it. Meanwhile, Thomas kidnapped Heike into a small whirlpool, where they did it together. Heike sat on Thomas' limb and only let himself be served by his pulsing.

Only towards the end did she move a little.

Great! she screamed when she came, I need that more often!

In the early morning, when the sun sent its first rays over the horizon, Thomas and Martina finished their games in the club. Totally exhausted and sore, they drove to the reserved hotel. Not without having made an appointment with Stefan and Heike to meet up at their house the following weekend. They had a few friends who were also active in the swinger scene.

And so Martina's second hobby was finally born: sex. She didn't want to miss it anymore. Could let go, could enjoy and receive. And give if necessary.

Luisa's escort agency

Martina soon realized that shagging her friends on the weekends wasn't enough for her. Her libido developed more every day. Constantly demanding a member in her vagina or fingers on her clit. She had to do something. Only what? She had no idea.

One day a chic lady of Martina's age came to the law firm, cried, and was looking for urgent advice. Martina recommended her the junior partner in the law firm, as she could deduce from the few stammered words that the lady's concerns had to be a little more subtle. That wasn't for the old lawyers.

From the inscriptions and notes that the young lawyer made, and which she then had to copy, she gathered that the lady owned an exclusive escort service. However, not alone. Up until that day, she had operated the escort service together with a partner. He suddenly died. And the problems surrounding his death now drove her to the law firm.

The next appointment that the lady had in the law firm was such that the junior partner was still in court. Martina took advantage of the moment and invited the lady into the meeting room. The lady wasn't quite so upset anymore. She didn't seem to be looking at it purely emotionally anymore.

Excuse me, my name is Martina May. I'm the chief secretary here. May I be curious?

Here you go. My name is Luisa. Just call me Luisa.

How does an escort agency work?

Luisa told. She had some younger women as well as middle-aged women working for her. The most important requirement for Luisa was that the women were willing to work voluntarily and with pleasure. She attached great importance to that. Mainly because she had very well paying clients who were reluctant to pay for cool sex and acting. The influx of young women was so great that Luisa could choose who would work for her.

At the same time, she had built up a large, solvent customer base over the past ten years, who regularly asked her. This included not only individual gentlemen. Luisa also worked for companies that booked the girls for special events. Accompanying politicians or rock bands was also part of their business.

Luisa got into raptures when hearing the stories about her work, and also leaked one or the other hot detail that she herself had experienced during her work. Martina felt how this turned her on. How wet she got in her crotch. How the libido attacked her again.

"You know, Luisa, I want to be completely honest here. I've only recently rediscovered my body. I realized how horny I can get and that I need sex every day. But I don't want a permanent partner. I would find it much