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Foreword:

Dear readers,

thank you for purchasing my book.

Erotic desire is an erotic short story.

But now to my actual person. My name is Jupiter Hill. I was born in Frankfurt am Main in 1982. Since my childhood I have written stories of all kinds. The older I got, the stronger my desire to write erotic stories became. And that's what I do now.

I don't stick to any fixed conventions. No rigid ideas or general views. Sometimes I write from a woman's point of view, sometimes from a man's. Because my stories are made for both sexes.

I hope to make my readers happy with my "works". And inspire them to erotic acts. The following story is partly made up. But a large part is based on my own life.

Your Jupiter

Erotic desire

For more than 6 months now I have been driving this way regularly. To this apartment. To this man. This strange man. My name doesn't matter, names are not important in this story.

I am 27 years old, long, blond hair, which reaches almost to my bottom in light natural waves, blue eyes, 1.65 m tall at 48 kg, the breasts a little small but firm with a nice shape and a firm bottom. Apple shape. If I had to say what I find hottest about me, it would certainly be my bottom.

Without appearing conceited, but I know that I look damn good. Most men would categorize me as a hottie. I've always been able to pick the men I like and I've enjoyed it. I have never been chosen, I have always decided on my own which man is allowed in my life and in my bed.

I have a degree in business studies. A very good job. A great husband, handsome, intelligent, good conversationalist and in bed a tender lover. When I have sex with a man, I don't like to let go and give myself completely. It may sound silly to other women, but I feel uncomfortable letting myself go in front of a man, to come to orgasm.

This may be because I have always been absolutely independent due to family reasons and have determined my life in every phase alone. To come to sex with a man, to be at his mercy in that moment, I have never been able to do anything with it. I can also hold myself back well, have learned to control my own orgasm. After most men come anyway very quickly to the climax, this is also honestly not difficult. Sure, I love sex, it feels just horny when a man licks a good and then pushes a hard stand in the pussy, but I am actually satisfied when he has his orgasm.

My own orgasms I get me best alone, when I finger myself or even like to play around with toys. Since my husband often goes on business trips, there is more than enough time for that. I also don't like male dominance games in bed.

By this I mean, for example, that I don't swallow his sperm during a blow job, which I really like, and I don't like being sprayed. Of course I know that most guys are really into that, but then they are at the wrong address.

Maybe I'm a control freak, some might say bitchy, but I can't change that. My previous lovers didn't mind, they were happy if they could just fuck me in my tight pussy and get a blowjob. Since 4 years I am now together with my husband, 3 of them married. Actually, you could believe that just to me of all people this could not happen, but what actually happened to me. I park my car and walk up the stairs. HE is probably already there, otherwise I know where the key is deposited.

As I said, I have been coming here for about 6 months, regularly, at least twice a month, sometimes more often, but that is not in my hands. Since I saw HIM for the first time in the sauna. My husband was once again on the road for several days on business. It was cold and grey outside, so I decided to go to the sauna.

I was just sitting in the mixed steam sauna for my 2nd course together with another very attractive brunette younger woman, when HE came in. Approx. 35 years old, well-trained body at 1.85 m, very short shaved hair, almost bald but not completely, some tattoos on the upper arms, 3-day beard and deep dark eyes. An absolutely good guy, however, he made a very macho impression on me and I am not really into that. At least that's what I thought. At that time.

But the absolute eye-catcher in the truest sense of the word was what he had between his legs. I had never seen such a beautiful and aesthetic tail before.

This tail was not only long AND thick (most of the time men's tails only fulfil one of these criteria, if at all), it also had a shape that can only be described as perfect. The foreskin covered the glans completely (which I personally like very much, as long as it is not stiff), from the base to the tip of the tail a bit narrower.

The testicles were thickly bulging and unlike many men they did not hang at all, but were raised and sat directly under the powerful member. He sat right across from me so that I had him directly in my field of vision. The brunette, too, kept casting a furtive glance at this enormous and classically beautiful cock from her sitting position.

The guy looked me right in the face, but didn't make a face. I noticed how his look now began to cover the rest of my body. He did this without making any effort to hide his pattern.

My breasts, my stomach and my legs were fully exposed to his gaze. I had wrapped a sauna towel around my hips so that at least my most intimate parts were hidden from his eyes. That was good, because I was disturbed to notice how my pussy started to get slightly wet.

After another 5 minutes, during which not a word was spoken, I finished my sauna session, took a shower, got into the plunge pool and then I went to one of the resting couches. I had not seen the splendid tail and its owner until I drove home after about another hour and 2 more sauna sessions, which strangely enough disappointed me slightly. Just as I was about to get into my car in the parking lot, a strong man's hand lay on my shoulder.

"Hey, blonde beauty, here you have my address, if you didn't see enough before and want to deepen your impression, then come and visit me. I would be happy and you will certainly not regret it. Well, then, see you, perhaps", he pressed a piece of paper into my hand and looked at my face boldly and cheekily. Before I could answer anything, he had already turned around and walked towards some parked cars, where he got into an Audi A 6. Still astonished and dismayed by so much impudence I sat down in my car and fastened my seatbelt. But before I started the car I looked at the piece of paper he had slipped me. It had an address on it, a date and a time. What kind of impudence, what did he think he was doing? No name, no phone number. Just an address and a given time! It was like, "Either at that time or not at all! And that to me! I crumpled up the note and threw it on the passenger seat. Angered by so much male conceit I drove home.

But the head cinema had already begun with me. Again and again I saw the guy and his super dick in front of me. I caught myself thinking what his thing would look like if it was stiff? How would it feel to feel such a part? The pictures in my head became more and more horny and wild and this did not remain physically without consequences. My nipples got hard, my pussy got wet. Whatever I tried, the pictures followed me all day long. And at night. I fell into a restless sleep from which I awoke in the middle of the night.

I had to admit it to myself, I was unbridled horny. Horny for him. I started to finger myself and just the thought of the giant cock and its owner was enough that I immediately got a mega orgasm. In this night I got it to me 2 more times until I could finally fall asleep. But if I thought that I could tick off the idea of HIM with it, I was wrong. The following days were also marked by the thought of the sauna encounter. Several times a day I had to satisfy myself and satisfy my horniness.

The days passed and in the meantime my husband had come home again. We continued to live our normal lives, but in my head cinema simply did not want to rest. Even during sex with my husband the idea of HIM came up again and again. I imagined that it was him who was fucking me. I drew comparisons with my husband's member. My husband's dick is really not small. Just for fun, we measured it once. Seven inches long, fourteen inches in circumference. So it is clearly above the German average, which according to some studies is about 14.5 cm long and about 12.5 cm thick when fully erect. But HE was a completely different category! This thing was flaccid already at least as big and thick as my husband's at full erection!

A few days later I noticed the note with the address and the time of the invitation thrown carelessly on the passenger seat. The date was in 3 days. By chance my husband would go on a business trip again on that very day. I was fighting with myself in the most difficult internal battles. On the one hand I didn't want to go there because I knew what would probably happen and I didn't want to cheat on my husband. On the other hand my curiosity and also my sexual desire was already so developed that I could hardly stand it.

When the day of the invitation had come, I took my husband to the airport in the morning and then returned to our apartment. I had the day off because I could work overtime. I looked at the clock. Another 5 hours, then it would be time for the invitation. I decided to go shopping to distract myself. I walked around the city like a remote control and somehow I ended up in front of a lingerie store. There were some really hot clothes and I went in.

A really hot thong turned me on. In addition a pushup bra from D and G, which could hide my slightly too small bust. I bought both parts. After a short lunch I went home and took a shower. I shaved my whole body as usual. Especially my pussy I pay a lot of attention.

On the one hand I find a completely shaved pussy simply much more erotic. On the other hand I love to be licked and there is hair just in the way and also an imposition for the man. Then I slipped into the just bought clothes, over it a very light dress and the matching stilettos. The decision was made. I set out on my way. Another half hour.

I parked my car in a side street of the given address and walked the rest. It was a typical apartment building in the middle of the big city. The front door was open. My heart was beating up to my neck as I entered the staircase. The second floor on the left was written on the note. No name. I could still go back. There was the front door. I hesitated, wanted to turn around as I pressed the bell with trembling hands. A long buzzing sound. The door was opened. There was HE.

"Well, well, look who's here. And punctual as the bricklayers, come in" he greeted me. "yes, hello, I just happened to be in the area and thought I'd take up the invitation from back then" I answered him in an uncertain voice. "Yes of course, quite by chance" he replied with a mocking undertone. I followed him into the apartment. This was furnished ultra-modern. Great designer leather sofa, glass table, huge TV on the wall. "I told him my name and we started talking. I complimented him on his apartment and he complimented me on my outfit. He offered me a coffee and I was grateful because it allowed me to hold on to something because I was really excited and nervous. I did not know myself at all again, where was all my self-confidence and my certain appearance?

After about 5 minutes of irrelevant small talk about the weather and similar irrelevant nonsense, he suddenly said to me: "Well, what are you waiting for? I think it's time you get what you came for." I was dismayed. And I replied, "And what is it that I want to get?" "You want my cock, beautiful. My thick, long dick that you've been dreaming about since we first met and imagining what it would feel like inside your pussy."

I swallowed hard and if I hadn't been sitting, my knees would probably have gone soft. This guy was incredibly brazen. Just said something like that to my face. "Your silence is also an answer. So tell me, how many times have you done it yourself since then, imagining it was me who fucked your husband?" "I think it's better if I leave right now" I shouted indignantly to him and stood up. "If that's what you really want, beautiful, then go. I'm not stopping you. There's the door," he replied calmly and restrainedly, pointing to the front door. I got up and tried to walk to the door despite my wobbly knees.

Just as I was about to push the door handle down, I turned around and said to my own boundless surprise: "I don't want to go". Was it me who said that? I couldn't believe it. "There you go, beautiful. I knew it. If that's so, come here to me."

I turned around and walked back a few steps into the living room, and there I was. I was so excited, my stomach tightened and my throat was dry. Then came the hard request from him: "So, now that it's settled that you want to stay, tell me why you came and why you want to stay now".

I suspected what he wanted to hear, but I couldn't bring myself to admit it to myself and even say it. "Come on, don't be shy. If you go to a complete stranger's apartment, you don't need to be afraid to say why you're doing it. So, tell me".

"I want to sleep with you', I replied softly and felt my heart beat up to my neck. Then I had said it, now it was spoken openly and there were no more excuses to myself. But that did not seem to be enough for him. "'You want to sleep with me, that's all?' he replied again with that mocking undertone. "Beauty, you came here because you want me to fuck your brains out with my cock, which you couldn't take your eyes off even back then in the sauna. So go ahead, say what you really want!"

There was no more talking around, no matter how ashamed I was, he wanted to hear it from my mouth hard and unvarnished. I knew he wouldn't stop until I said what I REALLY wanted. "Yes, yes it's true, I want you to fuck me, I came because every day I imagine what it's like to be fucked by you and your cock" I answered him in a firm voice, ashamed but excited about all the masses. Yes, I wanted this guy, wanted to be fucked by him, more than ever before by any other man before him. "There you go. "And because that's so, you're gonna take your clothes off right now. "Take off your clothes. Strip for me.

So, as if under duress, I slowly began to strip in front of him. My fear that he would send me away if I didn't do what he wanted was greater than the humiliation. So first the high heels, then the dress, let the spaghetti slowly slide over your shoulders, the shoes, then the push-up and last but not least the just bought thong, slowly over your hips and knees to your ankles and get out.

Bare of all covers I was now standing in front of this strange man and noticed how I was getting more and more excited, how my nipples were getting hard and my pussy started to get wet. "Fantastic, beauty. You're really a great woman. Now put your arms behind your head and spread your legs apart".

I had now gone so far that I also followed these orders immediately. I had long since stopped thinking rationally, I was only pussy-guided. Only a few weeks ago I would not have thought it possible that my sexual desire could make me do such things.

"A little more leg room," he demanded. I immediately put my legs a bit further apart. So there I stood, with my legs clearly spread, which allowed him an excellent view of my clean-shaven pussy, with his hands crossed behind his head like a prisoner. I was displayed like on an oriental slave market to make it easier for the buyers to examine the goods. What was next ? I did not have to wait long for the answer.

Slowly he came towards me, went around me, stopped behind me. Suddenly his hands were on my breasts. The touch hit me unexpectedly and like lightning. He lightly twisted both my nipples. It went right through me.

" Your tits are a little small for my taste, but that makes up for the rest of your figure and especially your ass," he said admiringly, whereby, as if to confirm this, his two hands slid down on my ass and lightly massaged both cheeks. "Six inches taller and five years younger, baby, and we'll put you in every modeling job, on every cover. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about."

"Your ass is just divine, your hair is the best, but most of all I love fresh, clean-shaven pussy, and yours is especially beautiful," he whispered into my ear from behind and pushed a finger slowly but surely into my cleft, causing me a suppressed groan.

"Oh God, beauty, you're already soaking wet, we have to be careful not to flood the parquet floor with your pussy juice." The finger went a little deeper into my vagina. More moans from me. At that moment he pulled his finger out of my vagina, turned me around and picked me up like a feather and carried me to the leather sofa. There he set me down and placed me so that my pelvis was at the very front of the sofa. He stood in front of me and unbuttoned the buttons of his shirt, took it off. Then he took off his trousers, he wore no underwear and that's when I saw his fully erect cock for the first time. It was a sight that shot straight into my pussy and stimulated the production of my love juice even more, if this was still possible.

He began to rub his cock casually with one hand, very slowly the foreskin back and forth and he told me: "Now it is time, beauty, spread your legs and show me your pussy. Come on, pull your labia apart and ask me to stick my cock in you" Never in my life have I said such things to a man before. Asking a man to fuck me, but I didn't. And then to present myself like that! It never, never occurred to me.

But this guy had managed to blow away all my pride, my self-confidence and I humiliated myself. So I did what he demanded of me, spread my thighs very wide and pulled my little labia apart. I now lay in front of him like a showcase. Everything was now visible, my clit, my rosette and the entrance to my vagina which was wetted all over with my moisture. It had to look horny for a man, as I offered myself so lasciviously.

"Yes, I want it, please put your cock into my tight pussy, I can hardly stand it anymore. You're right, I've been doing it to myself the last few days and imagined that I fuck with you. I'm horny for you. I want you to put it everywhere in me, in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass," I groaned in the lustful and rubbed me while fleeting over my already clearly swollen clit.

This request he wanted to hear and then it happened. He put HIM on my pussy, rubbed the glans up and down through the slit, and flirted a little bit with the clit. Again he pulled his stand back from my pussy and tapped on my belly. The acorn reached up over my bellybutton, that's how long it was. The pure thought of how this horny cock would immediately penetrate me, I horny even more.

Instinctively I grabbed for his giver of joy. The tip was already a bit sticky from my pussy juice. It felt good in my hand. I started

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