Hot sex in the cemetery
Max walked past the cemetery several times a day. On his morning commute to work, he took a quick look at the graves. Sometimes he would take his lunch break on a bench under a linden tree that had been growing in the middle of the cemetery for years. And in the evening, when he came home from work, he would occasionally stop and look at the graves, read the names of the dead, and wonder who they might have been.
Since a few days something had changed in the cemetery. No new grave had been added, but a woman he saw almost daily among the graves.
At first, he thought it could only be a dream. It was a Gothic Latina who looked like she had just stepped out of one of the tombs. Dressed in a black skirt, black stockings and a black top. And, of course, the hair of the Gothic Latina was also black. This woman did not let Max go, she occupied him day and night. In the evening, before going to sleep, he imagined what it would be like to have sex with her in the cemetery.
The first encounter with the Gothic Latina
In his wet fantasies Max imagined the beautiful Gothic Latina in all details. In his imagination, she was shaved down below, wore black panties and her nipples were also pierced. He had sex with her in all imaginable variations, but it would soon turn out that reality far exceeded his wildest fantasies.
It was a chilly Wednesday morning. Max was sitting on a bench under the linden tree before starting work, having breakfast and thinking about the day ahead. Suddenly he heard a rustling behind him. Footsteps approached his bench. Max turned around half afraid, half curious. But at first he saw nothing, he only heard the sound of footsteps.
When he tried to turn around, she was suddenly standing in front of him. His whole body was seized by a shiver, which he could not classify at first. “I guess I’m not fully awake yet,” he thought, rubbing his eyes. But it was not a dream, he knew that at the latest when she put her hands on his shoulders, bent him backwards and kissed him on the mouth. She was demanding, stormy and passionate.
For a moment, Max thought he was going too fast, but it was long too late to fight back. As her hands slid down and undid the buttons of his blouse, he noticed that not only were her clothes black, but so were her eyes. She didn’t say a word, but pulled him down so that he was lying next to a grave for a moment. With deft fingers she undressed him until he lay naked before her.
Max did not have the strength to say anything, he feels the orgasm coming
She sat on his left side and took off her top. As she did so, she noticed that one of her nipples was actually pierced, as in her dream. She wanted to sit with him and whispered in his ear: “Take off my panties”. Max briefly considered whether he wanted to do this at all, but he hadn’t had the strength to fight back for a long time. Never in his life had he had sex in a cemetery.
She pushed herself off the ground a little with her knees, giving him enough room to pull her panties down. She was actually shaved down below, as in his dream. I’m sure that was just a coincidence, it had to be a coincidence. He felt the Gothic Latina embrace his member and insert it into her vagina. It felt good. She began to move rhythmically up and down. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. She bent down to him. Her nipples touched his face so that he could lick the piercings.
“You like that?” she whispered in his ear. Max did not have the strength to say anything. He felt himself getting closer and closer to a climax. Goth Latina also began to squirm, tense up and orgasm at the same time with him.
The Latina Goth bent down to him. “Did you like the sex in the cemetery?” Max nodded, though he wasn’t sure. “Now he noticed her accent. Clearly Hispanic or South American, she not only looked Latina, she was probably from the South. South American women are known to be particularly fiery lovers.
She got up, got dressed and quickly moved away from him. He wanted to follow her, but the Gothic Latina ordered him to stop with a wave of her hand. “Come back tomorrow!” “When?” “At midnight!”
Love adventure in the underground vault of the cemetery crypt
Max did not go to work that day. He picked up his cell phone, called his employer and called in sick. As a precaution for the next few days, this experience occupied him so much that he could not think of working. All day he saw the images of the past love adventure in front of him. Sometimes he wondered if he had fallen asleep on the bench and had only dreamed of the Gothic Latina with the tight skirt and black stockings.
There was something unreal about the sex in the cemetery. The hours passed slowly and sluggishly. He did not go to bed, but waited dressed for the appointed time. He set the timer on his cell phone to half past eleven, so he had enough time to prepare.
Max felt equally repelled and attracted to the Goth Latina in the cemetery. A few times he thought about leaving it alone and staying home. But something drew him irresistibly.
He was at the cemetery promptly at midnight, not that he was superstitious, but there was something ominous to him about the many graves.
Suddenly the sinister woman stood in front of him. He hadn’t heard them coming. A streetlight nearby provided a dim light. Come with me. He followed her. She entered the cemetery chapel. There, a staircase led down into the depths. Max got scared, wanted to flee, but something about this Latina Goth fascinated him and he couldn’t help but follow her. What would await him down there?
His common sense was suddenly blown away
She led him to an exit. The bars should have warned him, but his common sense was blown away.
“Take me from behind!” It wasn’t a request, it was a command, and Max couldn’t help but obey it. The dungeon was not dark, several torches were burning on the walls. Like in a movie he had once seen, set in the Middle Ages.
The Gothic Latina knelt on a hard stone bench. Max approached her from behind. He pulled down his pants. His penis had been stiff for a long time, actually since the moment he had seen her for the first time. He pushed her panties a little to the side and penetrated her vagina. It felt moist and pleasant.
After a few thrusts that already brought him close to orgasm, she turned around. She turned to me and roughly asked me to use the other entrance as well. While he took her, he massaged her breasts and clitoris at the same time. Then he lay down on his side and wanted to relax. But he didn’t have much time for that, because the Gothic Latina rose from the stone bench, grabbed him by the hand and pulled him along with her. The Gothic Latina turned around, ran to the door and closed it behind her.
“You are now my prisoner, and whenever I have a desire for you, you must obey me!” Max looked around and in the distance he dimly recognized other cells. Were there perhaps other prisoners, was he not alone? This is really not how Max had imagined sex in the cemetery.
Trying to escape from the vault from the South American woman
Max sat on the hard floor for a while longer and slowly resistance stirred. There had to be a way out of this dungeon. He stepped to the dungeon door. The lock did not look very stable. He rummaged in his pocket and found a safety pin. In a few minutes he had picked the lock. Now let’s get out of this dungeon. Whether there were other prisoners was of no interest to him now. It had become dark in the dungeon, the burning torches had gone out. He felt his way forward and sensed a passage. After a few meters, he reached a room that was lit up again. There stood the Gothic Latina blocking his way.
“Are you leaving me already?” she asked. Max was about to flee when she continued speaking. “The lock was easy to pick. Many men are intimidated and do not leave me for years. Only after months do they try to escape me. If you are desperate to escape the pleasures of my company, then go. But before that I want you to satisfy me once again properly.
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Goth Latina pulled down her panties and spread her legs. He didn’t know how to help himself other than to obey her. He got on his knees, searched her clit with his tongue and started rubbing it. Latina began to tremble and came to orgasm.
Max was now allowed to pass. Even before he reached the exit, the Gothic Latina met him again and wanted to have sex with him again in the cemetery. He wasn’t sure if it was the same woman or if she just looked like her.
This woman now wanted to have sex with him in Spanish. He took his member and rubbed it between her breasts. GothicLatina had big breasts with which bus sex was really fun. At last he saw the door to the exit. Dull moonlight shone through and he was free again.
Arrived back at the bench – was he just dreaming?
Max just wanted to get away from this place. Sex in the cemetery, he had always imagined romantic and something different, but he had not imagined it like this. After a few meters he saw the bench under the linden tree and sat on it. After a few minutes he fell asleep. Later, he could not say exactly how long he had slept. When he woke up, he had an erection and there was nothing left of the Goth Latina.
He wondered if he had dreamed it all. Dreams sometimes leave a feeling of unreality, but this was different. Max could still remember every detail and knew everything about the exciting sex in the cemetery even years later. He thought about the exciting experience and began to massage his stiff member. He felt like doing it himself. It was night, no one was to be seen. Why not, actually? He pulled down his pants and did it to himself.
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