In Berlin, a Leather Hooker is fisted and fucked.

I had no idea at the time I went out the night before that I would end up grabbing hookers in the VIP backroom of the most sought-after nightclub in Berlin.

I never imagined I'd be able to enter the club or even to punch anyone in it. To say that it was a wild night is an understatement.

It all began when friends called me to say they were planning an outing post-vaccination.

We'd just completed our second round of jabs , and took the two weeks that we thought we'd need to get back into "normal" life.

The bars in Berlin were opening to the public and the waiting list was months long. We had decided to test our luck and find wealthy, lonely men on dating apps and then pay our way in.

A slutty photoshoot with the group and six rounds of sexually explicit sexting and one invitation following, we were going to the most prestigious nightclub in Berlin with a shrewd Saudi Arabian and his friends.

The club is about to open

I wore a dress for the occasion with high-heeled platform shoes and a slinky, barely there dress with a back that barely covered my neck and pussy.

I'd put on my makeup as elegantly as you can when wearing something so heavy and ensured that my tits were in good shape.

The Saudi man picked me up and my fellow acquaintances from my home in a black limousine filled with champagne buckets and topped with cocaine smuggled in a pile and cash.

It was like we were the main characters in a lavish action film starring the drug lord within Las Vegas.

The Saudi man who poured us all champagne and made us all drunk before we got to the club.

We entered the back of the private entrance, and entered the lounge for members that was adorned with red carpets, black leather and filled with poles for strippers and hookers who were worth the money.

The hooker instantly approached and took the Saudi man's crotch.

He reciprocated and grabbed her thigh with a gooey French kiss across her mouth, before directing for us to go to his private table.

The group was having a fantastic time, drinking expensive alcohol and dancing with the bar ladies, until the Saudi man gave a fist-like motion to me to get into the bar.

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"Do you like to fist?" he asked with a smile across his cheeks.

I vomited my drink. I was shocked with the directness in his inquiry and half-hoping that he'd get laughed at.

The woman who hooked him sat alongside him, leaning closer towards me and sat her chin on her hands as she stared at me with a cute smile.

He repeated himself, and I was able to stutter and then respond, a little maybe, perhaps, trying to be a bit the most sly.

He smiled and asked whether I'd like to try fisting someone. I waved at the person who was hooking him right next to him.

She shook her head, then raised her eyebrows while she waited for my response. I turned nervously and took a sip of champagne.

"Why not? !" I shouted.

I felt a bit compelled to test it as it was suggested that he'd be paying an individual for services. I've always wondered whether it was possible.

The hooker is being snagged

The woman looked at the bar's manager and smiled. I turned back to watch when a Saudi male's dark Amex passed through the machine, closing the deal.

I glanced back, and the hooker was crawling on her Saudi man's lap and was lingering with her body in his as she moved toward me.

She stood up, and removed her dress. It was the only thing she had worn beneath it.

The Saudi man sat at the booth's back and lit a cigarette. He placed one hand on his lap, and then gently stroked his cock on the pants's outside.

The hooker reached out and pulled my dress out of me. My tits swung out and exposed my naked nupples.

The mix of cocaine, champagne, and an irresistibly attractive woman standing in front of me was causing my tummy to be in love with the excitement.

She took off my pants for me, and I sat at the back of the booth. Her legs were straddling my lap, and she pushed her tit over my face before and then placed her nipple on my lips.

I took it as a cue and started taking a sip of one, then the other, grabbing her tits and squeezing them while she put on an impressive show to the Saudi man in front of her.

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"I've wanted to experience your fisting all night," she said in an edgy German accent.

She took a tiny bottle of lube out of a bag on the table, and sprayed my hand with it. Then she began to rub her clitoris and pussy thoroughly, lubricating them throughout the process.

She laid her body on the table and her sexy face to the other side in the space.

I got up and walked across the table to the other side of the table. I used my hand that was not lubricated to smother her breasts and other parts of her body.

My hand was lubricated and played with her pussy as well as the lips on her vagina, gradually inserting one finger inside her.

She was groaning and I looked at the Saudi man for his approval. His stroking of his cock even more clearly under the table. He smiled and he shook his head to continue.

I was feeling extremely aroused at this point, and felt the vaginal wall expanding and expecting the possibility of penetration.

I put two more fingers into the pussy hookers and felt the skin stretching out over my fingers.

She was gripping my fingers, and I pulled to the fourth degree, making an arch in her rear. Her arms were spread over the dining table and began and threw half-finished drinks onto the floor.

The man from the other side grunted and put his head down and mastubated more vigorously.

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I shoved my whole hand in her and formed an elongated fist, pressing my wrist further into her, and felt her vagina expanding in an orgasm.

The Saudi man was standing to his feet, and grabbed the hair of the hooker while she groaned and pushed his incredibly erect hair into her mouth, and entered her mouth.

Behind me I felt an arm grab my thigh. I pulled my hands from hookers' sexy and watched her collapse in post-orgasmic exhilaration.

Our patron placed 100 euros notes across her sweaty body.

I was totally enraged and felt compelled to start doing a sexy dance at the centre of the club, when the hand that caught my arm turned me around.

He was a tall, slender German man, with his cock out and his body wrapped in a leather belt.

I was asked if I'd like to go for an obscene fuck with the man at the table. He was referring towards the Saudi man who was our sponsor for the evening.

I sighed and the man spun me around and laid me on the table. He bent forward and began to rub my clit while she shoved his enormous, erect body into my wet, swollen.

I was there in a matter of seconds, and he kept fiddling me.

He played with me until I was sucked three times before offering me a pipe of cocaine while I lay sprawled across the table in total bliss.

There was something else that took place the night before, but once I took the drug, I'm not able to recall the details.

The night will be remembered in my mind as I remember the night that I shook the hook in the public.