Finally, I decided to just wait and see what happened, but was resolved not to hold back. "You can have some pussy cream with your coffee," I laughed. She seemed to be more shy in real life than online. " she acted indignant, but didn't say anything else. " This was one of our fantasies, and Martina wanted to sink into the ground for shame while the waitress gave her best to act like she didn't hear any of that. Her rings rubbed nicely at the walls of my vagina and she only stopped when her knuckles and thumb reached my labia.I found the market square (thanks to GPS) and the icecream parlour as well. She wore a pair of tight, stone-washed jeans and a white tube top which accentuated her body nicely. She looked at me once more, just to make sure, then pushed it in with all her strength. Something deep and animalistic, wild and furious broke loose within me and made itself heard with a guttural, primitive scream.Besides that, she was very submissive and wanted me to call her my "slave". " I asked the waitress as she was passing by our table again. "Straight up the ass." "Oh yes, mistress," she answered.I thought it odd at first, but it seemed to really turn her on, so with time I enjoyed our little role-play as well. We live about 200 km apart, it was summer and we were both curious. "I'm such a little anal whore who needs it up her asshole constantly.Should I just treat her like I did in the chatroom? Martina sipped her espresso and said she needed to watch her weight. And then I think of..." she paused when the waitress came to bring my order. "Do you even know how horny these thoughts make me feel? They slid in easily, still wet from pee and pussy slime.
Martina was there before and suggested an icecream parlour by the market square. " She looked around and whispered as she leaned in: "You have no idea... It was cold and hard, and I spread my labia while guiding it into my pussy. I turned the spoon inside me and pulled it out, holding it up to Martina, who took it reluctantly in her mouth, but started sucking it thoroughly. She squealed and whimpered, when she came, and stood there for a while gasping for air, the plug still inside her. I pulled up my skirt and she purred happily at the sight of my red bush. I pissed on her, and she swallowed it happily, as if she never did anything else.We liked each other right away and were both noobs in the chat (though I've been there a little longer than her) and soon we were talking about what we both like doing and how we'd do it to one another. She saw my satisfied smile and said: "I let it grow out just for you, goddess.One thing lead to another and I soon had my fingers on my pussy while I tried turning her on. I bit her breast harder and slapped her bum: "How do we say? So you'll be satisfied with the cunt of your servant." I nodded and turned her around towards the wall, to get a better look between her legs.Martina couldn't or wouldn't masturbate by the computer, but made sure I got my fair share. The bathroom was very small, just a tiny room with a sink out front. There, I noticed the little slut didn't come unprepared: A nice, black plug was lodged firmly in her ass.She had a fetish for tits and was very proud of her own bust, which she classified as a 38 D. We squeezed in anyway and locked the door behind us. She moaned: "Those have been neglected for a long time." I pulled her top under her breasts and weighed them admiringly in my hands. I turned it, and began to move it inside her butt, which she visibly enjoyed.