Hannah - tied up and used E-Book

Eva van Mayen

• Herausgeber: Der Neue Morgen - UW2
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 88

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Hannah, a very attractive young woman, led a biedres and rather boring life. Men only played a role in her thoughts. However, an essential one. Hannah needed a man who showed her where to go and who knew how to take her hard. Through a tip from a friend, she finally found the men on an Internet platform who would give her the kind of satisfaction she was hoping for. Matteo, an officer, introduced her to the world of harder practices, a man in a dark leather coat tied her to trees at night in the forest, four friends gave her what she desperately needed, Alessandro took her in public and Elias used her in his basement vault... Attention. +18! The erotic acts are described in detail.

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Hannah -tied upand used

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byEva van Mayen

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Title: Hannah – tied up and used

Author: Eva van Mayen

ISBN: 9783959248044

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Hannah - tied up and used

Hannah - tied up and used

Hannah worked in a bank. Not a particularly difficult job. No special responsibility. Just a normal life.

During the day she wore her hair up. Together with her black glasses, she sometimes looked a little stern. At her workplace, she refrained from wearing low-cut clothing. She was also such an imposing figure.

Hannah was over six feet tall. Nevertheless, the only conspicuous items of clothing on her, she regularly wore high-heeled shoes. With these, she towered over all her female colleagues and most of the male employees as well. Even her boss was two heads shorter. She possessed a slender figure. On the other hand, nature had rewarded her with large firm breasts. You could always see them bouncing wonderfully when Hannah walked through the halls on her high heels.

In the conversations with her female colleagues, Hannah pretended to be harmless. They talked about this, they talked about that. The content revolved mainly around the household, the family, the usual small catastrophes of daily life, about food or gardening.

Hannah avoided the subject of men as much as possible. She had no boyfriend. Nor did she want one. At the age of thirty, she had been told, it was time to start thinking about a man. Hannah thought about men all the time.

But just differently. She didn't need someone sitting at home on the sofa, screaming for a beer or even tinkering with his car.

In order not to have to deepen such annoying conversations, she did not take part in them at all. Something seemed to predestine her, however, for the fact that her colleagues constantly told her problems from the area of her sexuality. She listened to the stories. She took part in the happiness or unhappiness of her conversation partners, sometimes even said a few sentences about the stories, but never allowed an animated discussion.

*

Hannah had fantasies of her own.

Dark, violent ones.

Sometimes so dark and violent that she was frightened of herself.

Fantasies she didn't want to exchange with any partner she had around her every day.

For the pleasure that overcame her quite violently from time to time, she used a massage wand that satisfied all her needs. Of course, she did without caresses, loving words, the special closeness of skin to skin. She had already done all that.

At some point, however, she realized that this was not for her. For a while, she loved a woman. It was a very nice and intimate feeling. She enjoyed very much to feel the tender touches of a woman on her sexual organs. It had been especially nice when her girlfriend licked her pussy. She would still give something for that now and then.

Hannah was very athletic. She jogged every day. During summer she swam a lot. In winter she went skiing. Her body was bursting with strength and endurance.

And exactly there lay her problem somewhere: The men she had been with so far all practiced some kind of sport. However, there was no one who could even come close to holding a candle to her. This was especially true in bed.

Hannah loved to be pushed.

Deep and hard.

And as long as possible.

Very long.

But always then, when it was really nice for her, the guys squirted. The dicks collapsed, shrank, slipped out of her cleft when she had just gotten hot.

Only one had understood her desires. He undoubtedly made a good effort. He got himself some kind of drugs so that his little whip wouldn't go limp, fucked her like a rabbit at the end, stayed stiff the whole time, too. The only bad luck was that his cock was much too small for Hannah's dripping wet cunt.

Hannah had the urgent need to really let off steam.

To be loved, screwed, banges, fucked, fucked as much as possible without interruption. To ride a guy for half an hour. Or to be driven to the point of fainting in orgasms. These were her elementary fantasies.

*

One day she met Matteo. A soldier, an officer, on home leave. Matteo was going to sea. In the few days of shore leave, he tried to make up for all that he had to suppress at sea.

Matteo was tall, strong, and persistent. After the first night, Hannah thought that was exactly what her guy was. Matteo had taken her in every position imaginable, squirting into her several times, crudely kneading her breasts, beating her ass cheeks red while fucking her from behind.

That was it.

That was good.

Hannah picked up his rhythm and kept up. Until, exhausted and shaken by multiple orgasms, she whimpered for mercy.

Already the second night she was taken by Matteo on his desk. Matteo took her so hard that she was fucked once across the table. Just before she fell off the table, Matteo jumped off her and off the table, turned her on the edge of the desk so that her womb was open in front of him - and took her with brutal force.

Hannah came and came.

She came so hard that she even squirted.

They fucked through the night until she had to go to work.

There they told her continuously that she would wear a very special smile on her face. What would have happened. And whether there was finally a man in her life.

Two nights still said nothing. Hannah kept quiet.

In the evening she quickly went home to Matteo. Already in the hallway she tore off her clothes, looked for Matteo and pounced on him.

She blew his cock until Matteo took the lead again.

He took her standing up. His doozy impaled her.

Hannah wrapped her legs around Matteo. And waited with anticipation to see where he would take her.

Matteo carried her to the bedroom. His bed possessed a strange dimension. One meter forty the bed measured in width. Actually only suitable for a guy of Matteo's stature. But not for two large adults.

On the wall side, wrought-iron metal bars closed off the head end of the bed. To the left and right, two massive bedposts stood slightly above the other bars. At the foot end, powerful bedposts also rose to the left and right. However, they were much lower than those at the head end. Otherwise, the foot end was not framed.

Matteo, continuing to fuck Hannah as he walked, maneuvered Hannah into his bedroom, took her by the hips and threw her rather hard onto his bed. On his cock still shone the moisture of her pussy.

*

Matteo suddenly held a thick rope in his hands. Hannah couldn't say afterwards where Matteo had gotten this rope. Probably it was under the bed.

In no time at all he tied both her wrists to the metal struts of the headboard. With a second rope he tied her feet to the bedposts at the foot end.

Hannah let this bondage go over her full of tension. She became horny at the thought of being at his mercy.

At the end Matteo pushed a thick pillow under Hannah's buttocks. Thus she presented her whole womanhood open, wet, spread wide and already deep pink from the thrusts she had already received.

Matteo lay over her, rammed his hard piston into her cunt, started a firework of thrusts. Hannah screamed for him not to stop. She whimpered and asked for even more hardness, for even deeper thrusts, asked for even more violence.

And she got what she asked for.

The harder Matteo thrust, the more Hannah liked it. She couldn't get enough of his hardness. She also enjoyed being exposed.

She noticed how it tingled in her. How she was heading towards her climax.

The waves rolled over as Matteo brutally kneaded her breasts with both hands, pounding his cock into her rabidly.

*

While she was still coming, Matteo untied the ropes and turned Hannah onto her stomach. When he had fixed her again on all four limbs, he pushed another pillow under her belly and her lap. Her rear end was now sticking up into the air. Her beautiful round strong bottom was the highest thing she could stretch towards him.

All at once Hannah felt a sharp pain. Matteo put his full weight on the young woman and drove his cock into her rosette.

Hannah thought she would burst. With all his might, Matteo pushed. He pounded and pounded. She felt her buttocks flutter when his loins hit her buttocks.

Slowly she began to enjoy the movements. This was just plain horny. The desire came more and more, although she had already come.

Matteo slapped her hard on the hips and on her buttocks. Then he reached around her hips to massage her clit.

To get an even better grip on her, Matteo grabbed her long hair and pulled on it as if it were reins. Hannah felt endless horniness. The more Matteo thundered into her, the more she found pleasure in his hard way.

Her rear entrance was glowing. Matteo's fingers on her clit were driving her crazy. She had already cum several times. But there seemed to be no end to it. She became addicted to more. For harder thrusts, for more violence.

She pulled and tore at her bonds. Screamed and moaned. Tried to come to terms with her overflowing lust.

*

Suddenly she felt like going after Matteo in the same way he did with her.

"Let me go! Untie me. I'll fuck you into the abyss!", Hannah screamed, not wanting to believe her own words.

"You're welcome to that!"

Matteo untied her with a few grips, swept the pillows off the bed and awaited her attack. Hannah actually fell over him, threw him back on the bed, sat on him, slid her abdomen over his cock and let it sink deep inside her.

When she was firmly in the saddle, she clawed at Matteo's chest with her fingernails. Then she hammered her abdomen on his cock as if she had to forge a piece of iron.

It popped and slapped.

The liquid that flowed from her cunt spread around the room splashing.

"You sow, you fucking horny sow, I was looking at you," Matteo murmured.

He left both arms on the bed, not resisting, waiting to see what else Hannah would do to him.