Gott im Himmel
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Dear Diary,
Today, I had the most amazing time and I really needed to tell you all about it. This was a realisation of my deepest, most carnal, lustful sexual desires and I am starting to get wet again just recounting it here.
I went to this block of luxury apartments in the city today. As I rode the elevator up to the penthouse apartment, I was feeling excitement, nervousness and lust, all rolled into one. The apartment was only one of 2 occupying the whole top floor, so it was easy to find. I knocked on the door nervously, and I heard the clicking of stilettos walking towards the door. Click and the door opened slightly and then there she was – Ingrid – standing a good 6’5” in her heels, towering above me. “Hereinkommen ..” she said, which I simply took to be an invitation to come in. My heart was now pounding in eager anticipation and my temperature was easily heading towards fever levels.
As I entered the beautifully appointed apartment, my mind wandered to how I’d met this statuesque glamazon. It was only a couple of months ago, with time on my hands due to a cancelled booking in the city, I wandered into Sexpo and during my mindless meanderings, I ended up chatting with the lovely Fraulein Lange. Ingrid was doing some shopping and research, and we happened to be looking at the toys in this particular exhibit at the same time, both commenting on the quality of workmanship that had gone into the various items. Discovering a common interest in the more exotic options of toy-play, we decided to grab a coffee and have a chat, during which the sexual tension became blatantly obvious. Ingrid mentioned that she lived in the city, not that far away, and that she and her lovers usually indulged in “assisted toy play”. She then explained that “assisted toy play” involved all sorts of tools or contraptions that would be fastened onto toys to enhance their use and pleasure – for example the use of drills, or pumps, or “fucking machines”. This excited me no end and I found myself accepting an invitation to visit the Lange playpen sometime soon.
And so it was that I now find myself wandering into this luxurious apartment that would be larger than most inner suburban terraces. The walls were adorned with artwork and photography, mostly of nude women. There were plenty of sculptures littered throughout the apartment as well, mostly of phallic symbols, a couple of actual replicas of penises, mostly on the larger side. The one that caught my eye was the gleaming golden penis, its full 11 inches standing totally erect and an impressive scrotum-set, mounted on a black marble base, with a small golden plaque with the inscription that read “Karl”. Catching my fascination with the sculpture, Ingrid offered “that’s from a mould of Karl, my ex-husband, it holds pride of place to remind me that even though he fucked me, I had him by the balls” and she let out this hearty laugh that filled the room and we both burst out in giggles.
Ingrid offered me a drink, and I asked her if she had any Vodka cruisers. To my surprise, she did, so I gladly accepted one! As I drank the cruiser, Ingrid showed me around the place and we paused at her bedroom that had this jet black round bed in the middle with a completely mirrored ceiling, a walk-in-robe the size of most people’s bedrooms that led through to a bathroom that was tiled in white Italian marble and finished with glistening jet black tapware. There were mirrors strategically placed along the walls, and you could tell that Ingrid enjoyed using the mirrors not only for dressing, but to watch the angles during play time. There was the dining, kitchen, laundry, guest room, office, and we paused at “the Play Room”.
The Play Room was eye-catching. It was approximately the size of 2 – 3 normal bedrooms. It had glare-proof mirrors throughout its interior, floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall, all over the ceiling. In the one corner was a harness or swing. In another corner was what looked like a bench for weights, but it had these odd-looking handles that reached downwards. In another corner there was what looked like a torture rack. Behind the mirrored wall panels were storage rooms and all manner of whips, chains, masks, pumps, drills, pistons, and contraptions that looked like vacuum cleaners and tradie’s workbenches in there.
I’d finished my drink by now and my blood was running so quick and my heart pounding so hard I was sure Ingrid heard it. She grabbed the stubby out of my hand and put it down and then leant in to kiss me. Softly at first and when I responded favourably, we started to really thrust our tongues against each other. By now, I was so wet I could feel my juices trickle down the inside of my legs. Having not worn any panties made the flow more noticeable. Ingrid’s wandering hands soon felt the moisture of my pussy and she started to finger me. My heightened senses were that sensitive that it wasn’t that long before the first of my orgasms took hold and I let out a little yelp. Ingrid looked pleased. All this while, she hadn’t uttered a word, she had been totally silent, almost purposeful, yet unbelievably passionate.
Having warmed me up, she began disrobing me, and her motions indicated that she’d like me to disrobe her too. Before long, there we stood, both of us totally nude, admiring each other. My nipples were tense but not fully erect, but my pussy was tingling from the first orgasm. Ingrid’s nipples were totally erect, and they looked perfect on her E-cups. Even without heels, Ingrid was a good 6 – 7 inches taller than me, and with a size 10 frame, she reminded me of Brigitte Nielsen in her heyday. Ingrid led me over to the swing and said “let’s start with something you’d be familiar with” and proceeded to lift me onto the swing, fasten the wrist and ankle braces and the waist band. Then she opened a panel and pulled out one of those belt-less strap-ons – the type where you anchored one end in your pussy and the protrusion resembled a penis. She started to slide it into me slowly and once we’d gotten used to the swing, we built up momentum. We got to a nice rhythm eventually and I could feel my vaginal walls squeezing the toy on each stroke and I couldn’t help but tell her to go faster, harder, fuck me harder. As we reached a crescendo, I felt that all-too-familiar warmth start from inside and before we could even prepare for it, I was convulsing with my second orgasm, but squirting at the same time. Ingrid pulled the toy out of me and the next few squirts hit her squarely on her chest. When all was said and done, she now glistened with the look of a body builder shine all over her torso.
Once unshackled from the harness, Ingrid led me over to the rack. This contraption looked like a bed frame without a mattress, with leather wrist and ankle clasps and a couple of wheels on the side that looked like they were used for stretching the rack. Of course I was a little anxious, but the excitement of being tortured in this manner gave me a sense of adventure as well. Ingrid secured me with the clasps and I lay there looking at myself in the ceiling mirrors. Then Ingrid reached into the panel and pulled out what looked like a 10-inch dildo and screwed it into the rod at the base of the rack. She then started winding the wheel at the bottom and the dildo started to winch its way towards me. “Relax, you’re going to enjoy this” she whispered. She stopped the dildo just short of my pussy, then applied an oil over it, and then continued with the winching. I felt it first touch my pussy lips, and slowly penetrate me, and eventually lodge itself snugly probably about 5 inches in. This wasn’t too bad, I thought as my vaginal walls started to pulse against the dildo. Then, Ingrid reached down to turn another wheel and I felt the rack start to tilt as my head started to get raised and I soon realised the that rack was being rotated on its axis. As my head rose and my feet dropped past the 45-degree angle, I felt a new sensation. Gravity had started to take over and just my natural body weight made me sink onto the dildo further and it was now sliding deeper into me. Once I reached vertical, I could feel about 8 inches of the dildo in me but I had enough flex left to lower myself onto the last 2 inches but not enough to lift myself off of it. I stared at myself in the mirrored wall facing me. With a dildo seemingly permanently stuck in my pussy, I wondered what was next. Ingrid then reached behind me and a familiar buzzing sound started. Using the vibrator to heighten my senses as she hovered over my thighs, around my lower abdomen, over my nipples, she was teasing me, all the while watching me writhe with the dildo in my pussy. Eventually she lowered the vibrator towards my clit and the anticipation was too much as I reached orgasm almost immediately. But Ingrid wouldn’t release and kept it there as I enjoyed the first multiple orgasm of the day, counting 4, perhaps 5 in a row, convulsing all that while until I yelled out “stop, please stop!” and Ingrid just grinned and said “das ist mein Mädchen!”
Giving me a couple of minutes to recover, Ingrid then beckoned me towards her. We embraced and engaged in a thoroughly sensual and erotic kiss, tongues tussling with each other, almost performing the Kama Sutra between themselves inside our mouths. After an intense few minutes of this, Ingrid then slipped a ball gag onto my mouth. Surprised at first, I relented. Then the blindfold came on. Now, I was a little more nervous, but excited all the same. I knew Ingrid wouldn’t hurt me.
I felt Ingrid guide me to the “weight bench” and made me lie on my stomach on the bench. I then felt her cuff my wrists and a click and I now realised why those handles were lower than the bench level. I then felt my ankles being cuffed and locked into the handles there as well. I was now locked into a pseudo-doggy position. I heard a panel open and something being pulled out and I imagined it would be one of Ingrid’s fuck machines. The sound of the plug being shoved into the socket almost confirmed it for me. Suddenly, there was the slightly cool sensation of lube being spread on and into my pussy, the fingers lingering and taunting me. Another similar feeling as my arse was being teased – first one finger, then two. Gradually, I felt what would have been a dildo enter my pussy. If felt similar to the one on the torture rack earlier. But this one only went in an inch or two. Another dildo then slid into my arse. Slowly, slowly, it kept going in. This one was inserted a lot further in than the first, as I felt nearly 8 or 9 inches of it. I braced myself for the sensations that would follow once the machine was started up.
The whirr of the machine indicated that I was about to be fucked by a machine. A flick of a switch and I felt the dildo in my arse vibrate. Another flick and the dildo in my pussy started pushing in. Then out. Then in. Then out again. Gradually, Ingrid increased the tempo and the dildo in my pussy eventually reached a rhythm that was obviously “hitting the right spot”. I settled into the arousal I was getting from this and Ingrid then increased the intensity of the vibrating dildo in my arse. Oh My God! It was sensational! My muffled moans through the ball gag indicated how aroused I was. Another flick of the switch and the dildo in my pussy started to not only thrust but its head started to twirl. A whole new wave of sensations overcame me as I started to cum. I was starting to buck as I came, but there was no let off. Another flick of a switch and the anal dildo started to pulse and throb instead of vibrating. Another orgasm gushed through. Then another change and the anal dildo now started to thrust in an off-beat from the vaginal one – as the anal dildo pulled out, the vaginal one pushed in. Wow, fucking wow! I came hard this way. Sweat dripping off my face. My whole body felt hot. I had tingling sensations all over. Then a change of settings and now both dildos thrust at the same time, one with a twirling head, the other with a pulsing sensation. Another wave of euphoria came over me. I bucked and convulsed like I was having an epileptic fit. But I was cumming so hard, I felt all my wetness running down the inside of my thighs. My moans had become screams of pleasure but they were still muffled by the ball gag. I sensed Ingrid get up, and thought she was going to stop the machine. No, she wasn’t. A few seconds later and I felt the buzz of a vibrator on my swollen clit. The sensation shot me through the roof. I was cumming so hard, I’d have thrown any rodeo rider off instantly. I yelled and screamed, but all that could be heard was my muffled protests. This fucking ball gag! And the blindfold, dammit! The vibrator on the clit stopped, only to be replaced by another device – whatever it was – that seemed to have suction on my clitoral area whilst brushing my clit, giving me the sensation of a light flick of a tongue. But it wasn’t human. This was a machine. I convulsed and came again. I’d long lost count of the orgasms. I slumped onto the bench from exhaustion. I had bucked and convulsed that much that I felt like I’d run a marathon. I was completely drained. And it was at this point that I felt Ingrid switch the machine off.
I just lay there. I was completely fucked. Literally. I’d probably had 20 – 30 orgasms. My pussy and arse were throbbing. A good sort of throbbing. The kind where you know you’ve been fucked within an inch of your life and loved it all.
I heard Ingrid whisper “that was so fucking hot!” in my ear as she reached down to release the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. After a long rest and I felt my heart rate had calmed down, my body temperature had lowered, and my quivering had stopped, I stood up. Ingrid took off my blindfold and the ball-gag, handed me a towel and motioned with me to follow her. We walked into the giant shower in her bathroom. As we started the water flowing, we washed each other off, sensually rubbing each other, feeling all the erotic bumps in our bodies. I knelt down and started licking her, and Ingrid responded by holding the back of my head. Before long, I’d gotten her breathing hard and heavy and then she convulsed, came with a vengeance and let out this female roar that felt the triumphant declaration of a lioness that had just killed its prey. We then locked ourselves into another passionate kiss before we finished off our shower.
After we’d gotten dressed, we just sat there and said nothing as we eyed each other basking in the afterglow of the experience we’d had this afternoon. A few moments went by and I got up to leave. Ingrid offered me another drink, but I felt the need to go. We kissed again at the door and I walked towards the elevator. When I got to the basement car park, I stepped out and suddenly my legs just gave way under me. They were like jelly. I was still trembling from the whole afternoon. I drove home in a complete daze.
So here I am, dear diary, recounting it all to you, and having reached the end, I find that my knickers are soaking wet again. That was … phew! … an afternoon I won’t soon forget. Nope. I can just imagine Ingrid muttering to herself right now too … “Gott im Himmel!”
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