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THE STRINGPOINT GROUP

Lady with long nails

The working day was finally over. It had been sweltering hot all day. But before I could go home, my father asked me to pick up a few old nightstands. Since his retirement he has a new hobby: refurbishing old furniture, which he found on the marketplace. "It's on your route and you can load them nicely into your work van," he had said.

Arriving at the address I rang the bell, a beautiful young woman answered the door. She was dressed very lightly, it was a hot day after all. Beautiful body, long dark hair and I also noticed her long nails.
I introduced myself and said I came for the nightstands from marktplaats. "Come on," she said, "here they are."
They could really use a revamp. 'Finally rid of those old things', she laughed, 'belonged to my parents'. I picked one up. She wanted to take the other one, but I said: 'I'll walk again'.
"Thank you, can I help further?"
‘No, I can do it’, gallant as I was, because actually I could use a helping hand, if only to keep a door open.
After a bit of fiddling, the first box was in the van. I noticed that I had snagged on something and saw that there was a snag in my shirt.
I walked back to the house for the second locker. “Success?” she asked. “Yes, of course,” I said jovially.
“Oh, look now!” she said, reaching for my shirt.
'It's an old shirt', I said, 'I never go to work my best…'
At that moment she yanked my shirt, making the hole a lot bigger. Amazed at what happened to me, I couldn't say a word.
She looked at me with a mischievous smile, all I could do was give a silly chuckle. She giggled and with another tug, she pulled the whole front open.
Then she dug her long nails into my chest and pulled them down slowly. A soft short moan came from my throat.
“Aw?, this here says something completely different,” she said, gripping my crotch.
She was right, there was something rock hard in those pants. Then she opened my pants, I feared what would happen to those long nails, but let her do it anyway.
She took out my hard and, much to my relief, began to gently pull on it.
Then she bent her head forward, twisted her tongue a few circles around my head and then let my cock slide all the way into her mouth.
She began to suck it hard as her lips moved back and forth on the shaft. Meanwhile, she moved her tongue and tickled my balls with her long nails.
Unbelievable, I had never had a blow job like this before. It was the best feeling I've ever had and wished it would never end, but unfortunately the climax came way too soon.
I forgot to warn her and shot the cum right into her mouth. It didn't seem to bother her, she could probably tell by my changing breathing, because she continued to suck hard, even during the next beams I fired. I've never had such a delicious orgasm.
"I'm sorry," I said.
'What? That you're done so quickly? Believe me, I'm used to that and only see it as a compliment'.
As she said that, she continued to pull gently and tickle my balls.
"I still have a talent and that is that I can hold it hard" and she took it back in her mouth.
She was right, because soon I felt my cock getting harder again.
She gestured to the couch. I took off my pants and sat down. Meanwhile, she had grabbed a condom.
Will that work with those nails, I thought, but apparently she had talent and experience with that too, because she put the rubber on me smoothly.
Then she sat on my lap and brought my cock inside her.
She kissed me on the mouth and started moving up and down slowly. In the meantime, she tore some more pieces of my shirt.
"Take me to bed," she said. I got up and she wrapped her legs around me. I carried her to the bed and laid her on her back. Automatically, because with my cock still inside her, I came right on top of her. Slowly and rhythmically I began to move my hips.
"Faster," she whispered, and I picked up the pace a little bit.
Suddenly she hit me very hard in the face with her flat hand. I was taken aback for a moment and stopped.
"Continue," she whispered. I picked up the rhythm again.
Then she slapped me in the face again with the other hand. Now I did not let myself be disturbed and in response increased the tempo correctly.
"Yeah right," she gasped.

Another blow followed and again I picked up the pace. At the next blow, I threw it another tack and just started hitting hard with long strokes.
And another blow followed, and in response I began to thrust harder. So loud that each thrust was accompanied by a moan. It was impossible not to moan.
And hers, too, grew louder with each thrust.
Then she reached her peak. I felt her sheath tighten slightly and she dug her nails into my back.
I kept pumping undisturbed, while she began to moan loudly: "Ah! Ah! Oh yeah!'
Meanwhile she pulled her nails down my back towards my buttocks.
Arriving at my lower back, the moaning slowly faded and the grip on my back also diminished.
Her eyes still looked at me encouragingly, so I kept going until I, too, reached my climax.
It seemed as if she sensed it again, because just as I felt the first ray ripple through my cock, she dug her nails into my buttocks.
As a result, I came with such a loud moan that the whole street could enjoy it.
I gave three more punches before rolling off her exhausted. We both had to take a break from this.
After a few minutes she said, "Was wonderful."
"I've never had it better," I replied.
"Good," and she gave me a kiss, "you know the way."
It came out very friendly, but the message was clear: I had to get out.

A little later I was on my way home again, shirtless, but probably no one will be surprised by the hot weather.
Still, I hoped to sneak in unseen at home, but the neighbor was standing in his front yard.
"So neighbor, late today, did you have a good afternoon?"
"That's fine, I had an extra job."
“Surely hot?” He said with such a wide smile and an emphasis on “hot” that I had the impression that what had just happened was written on my forehead.
Then I realized that the placard/collar of my shirt was still around my neck.
"Yeah, good evening, neighbor," I said, rushing inside.
In the bathroom I was shocked to see in the mirror that it was not my forehead where it is written, but that the long nails have left visible marks on my chest and back. Then a message arrived on my phone. My father who asked if the cabinets were successful. Shit, I thought, I forgot that second locker.
I texted back that something has come up and whether he can make a new appointment for tomorrow.
'Already arranged', I got the answer, 'I had already understood from her that something had come up somewhere'. Followed by a wink.
That also made me a bit uncomfortable. My parents are quite prudish, so much so that I would almost think I was really brought by the stork or found in the kale
I sighed and looked for an old shirt again and I also take an extra shirt with me for the way back.

© The Stringpoint Group

 

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