Fisting and Fucking a Leather Hooker in Berlin

Fisting and Fucking a Leather Hooker in Berlin

Fisting and Fucking a Leather Hooker in Berlin

By Madame Meta

I never thought when I went out that night that I’d end up fisting a hooker in the VIP backroom of the most prestigious club in Berlin. 

I’d never thought I’d be able to get into this club, let alone fist someone in it. To say it was a crazy night would be a serious understatement. 

It all started when my friends called me and said they were having a post-vaccination outing. 

We’d all just finished the second round of jabs and waited the two weeks we suspected we needed afterwards to engage with “normal” life again. 

The clubs in Berlin had just opened back up and the waiting list was literally months long, but we had decided to try our luck by finding rich, lonely men on dating apps to buy our way in. 

One slutty group photoshoot, six rounds of filthy sexting, and one invitation later, we were all headed out to the best club in Berlin with a rich Saudi Arabian and his friends. 

Heading to the club

I dressed for the occasion; sporting platform heels and a slinky, barely-there dress with a low back that just about covered my tits and pussy. 

I’d done my makeup as tastefully as one possibly can while wearing something so slutty and made sure that my tits looked great. 

The Saudi man picked up me and all my friends from my apartment in a long black limo that was stocked with buckets of champagne juxtaposed with piles of cocaine and cash. 

It honestly felt like we were main characters in some overly indulgent action movie starring a drug lord on set in Las Vegas.

The Saudi man poured us all champagne and had us completely drunk before we even made it to the club. 

We walked in the private back entrance and into the members’ lounge that was covered in black leather, red carpets, and littered with stripper poles and high-dollar hookers. 

One of the hookers immediately came over and grabbed the Saudi man’s crotch. 

He returned the gesture and grabbed her ass, planting a sloppy French kiss on her lips before motioning for us to follow him to his private table. 

We were having a great time, guzzling expensive alcohol and dancing with all the bar girls, when the Saudi man made a fisting motion for me to come to the booth. 

Fisting chat

“Do you like fisting?” he asked with a smirk on his face.

I spit out my drink, shocked by the directness of his question and half hoping he’d start laughing. 

The hooker sat beside him, leaned closer in my direction, and rested her chin in her hand while staring into my face with a kinky smile. 

He repeated himself and I managed to stutter and answer, a half maybe, trying to play off as coy. 

He laughed and asked if I’d like to try fisting someone, waving towards the hooker sitting next to him. 

She tilted her head and cocked her eyebrow as she waited for my reply. I shifted nervously and took a big swig of champagne. 

“Why not?!” I shouted. 

I felt somewhat obliged to try it out, since it was implied he would be paying the woman for her services and I’d always been curious if it was even possible. 

Fisting the hooker

The woman looked over to the bar manager and nodded. I looked back and watched as the Saudi man’s black Amex was slid through the card machine, sealing the deal. 

I looked back and the hooker was crawling over the Saudi man’s lap, lingering with her ass in his face as she made her way over to me. 

She stood up and removed her tiny dress. She hadn’t been wearing anything underneath it. 

The Saudi man sat back in against the back of the booth and lit up a cigar. He put one hand down into his lap and lightly stroked his cock through the outside of his pants. 

The hooker reached over and slid my dress off of me. My tits bounced out and revealed my erect nipples. 

The mixture of champagne, cocaine, and an irresistibly sexy woman in front of me had made my pussy completely saturated with arousal. 

She removed my panties for me and I sat back in the booth. Her thighs straddled my lap and she shoved her tit into my face, placing her nipple onto my lips. 

I took the cue and began sucking on one then the other, grasping her tits and squeezing them as she put on a show for the Saudi man behind her. 

Begging for a fisting

“I’ve been wanting to try you fisting me all night,” she said in a sultry German accent.

She pulled out a small bottle of lube from a box on the table and doused my hand in it. She then proceeded to finger her clitoris and pussy, fully lubricating them in the process. 

Her body was laid out across the table and positioned her pussy to face the rest of the room. 

I stood up and walked over to the edge of the table. I used my unlubed hand to fondle her breasts and the rest of her body. 

My lubricated hand played with her pussy and the outer lips of her vagina, slowly inserting one finger into her. 

She moaned dramatically and I looked to the Saudi man for approval. He was stroking his hard cock more visibly underneath the table and smiled while he nodded at me to continue. 

I was becoming extremely aroused at this point, feeling my vaginal walls expanding, anticipating penetration. 

I slid another two fingers into the hookers pussy and felt the taught skin stretch out around my fingers. 

She was clenching around my fingers and I pushed in a fourth, making her back arch. She spread her arms out across the table, knocking half finished drinks to the ground. 

The foreign man grunted and laid his head back, mastubating more aggressively.

Full fisting 

I pushed my whole hand into her and made a fist, pushing my wrist deeper into her and feeling her vagina contracting in orgasm

The Saudi man stood up and grabbed the hooker’s hair as she moaned, pushing his extremely erect cock into her mouth and came into it. 

From behind me, I felt a hand grab my ass. I slowly extricated my hand from the hookers pussy and watched as she collapsed in post-orgasmic elation. 

Our patron laid 100 euro notes across her sweaty torso. 

I was completely turned on and was compelled to begin masturbating right in the middle of the club when the hand that had grabbed my ass turned me around. 

It was a tall, cut German man with his cock out and body bound in a leather harness. 

He asked me if I would like to have a fuck, courtesy of the gentleman at the table, referring to the Saudi man- our sponsor for the night. 

I nodded eagerly and he spun me around and laid me over the table. He reached forward and began rubbing my clit as she pushed his huge, erect cock into my dripping wet pussy. 

I came within seconds and he kept fucking me. 

He fucked me until I had cum three times and then offered me a line of cocaine as I lay spread across the table in complete ecstasy. 

There was definitely more that happened that night, but after I took the cocaine I can’t remember the details.

That night will forever live on in my brain as the night I was fisting a hooker in public.

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