16. Good Girl on the Phone
Good Girl on the Phone
The dim light beneath the table fell across Nadja’s white inner thighs. The hem of her knit dress had been pushed all the way up to her stomach. Her smooth-shaven pussy lay completely exposed. The reddened lips were spread wide, soaking wet, directly in front of Karl’s face.
His mouth was right there. His rough lips, still greasy from the bacon and bitter with beer, closed around Nadja’s slick slit. His broad tongue stroked slowly from bottom to top, greedily through the hot wetness seeping from her, then lingered stubbornly on the small, swollen clit.
On the tabletop, the iPhone suddenly began vibrating violently. A hard, sustained buzz cut through the silence. Then the flat synthetic voice announced:
“Markus is calling.”
Karl stopped abruptly. His tongue froze between her wet flesh. The rough hands holding Nadja’s thighs tightened reflexively.
For one tiny instant, a cold shiver ran down his spine. Markus. The man who owned this chair. The husband of the woman whose pussy he was licking. The younger, stronger man who could have wrung Karl’s neck without effort.
Raw primal fear crawled through him. Animal survival instinct. But that very name, that sudden threat bursting into the kitchen, made his blood boil.
His tongue was still against her pussy, and Nadja didn’t close her legs.
She held her breath too, but she didn’t push him away. Her thighs trembled only faintly around his face—so faintly that Karl wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t been this intimately close to her.
Then her pussy suddenly tightened around his fingers. It clenched. Twitching uncontrollably while Markus’s name echoed through the room again.
The phone vibrated heavily against the wood once more.
“Markus is calling.”
Karl felt another rush of warm wetness spill out and run directly over his tongue. He froze. Nadja was terrified. But it also made her unbelievably horny.
Slowly, Karl lifted his mouth from her reddened slit. His hot breath continued to wash directly over her open pussy. His lips gleamed with saliva, her juices, and the salty grease still clinging to them from lunch.
He stared up at her from between her thighs.
Nadja looked down at him. Her face was stone. Her pupils enormous. One hand was already fumbling toward the phone, but she still didn’t dare answer. She hesitated. Or maybe she was desperately trying to convince herself there was still time to stop.
Karl saw everything.
He whispered from beneath the table, deep and rough:
“Answer it, Nadja.”
He read the expression on her face like an open book. She wanted to answer anyway. She only needed his words, the fucking command, to justify the hypocrisy of an unfaithful wife to herself.
Karl hid his filthy smile and continued pretending it was solely his order forcing her to do it.
Nadja snatched up the phone.
With her free hand, she desperately tugged the hem of the dress a little farther down over her thighs.
A soft beep confirmed that the call had connected.
“Markus?” Nadja cleared her scratchy throat.
“Am I interrupting something?”
“No…” She swallowed audibly. “It’s fine. I’m eating too.”
Markus’s voice came clear and cheerful through the speaker: “I’m having lunch. This turned out really good. I’ve almost eaten everything.”
The corner of Karl’s wrinkled mouth twitched upward. A deep, perverse pleasure flooded through him.
The sick symmetry was perfect. Up there, the unsuspecting husband obediently ate his cold bread from the lunch box his caring wife had prepared for him.
Down here, Karl had already eaten the warm meal she had made.
And now he was eating her wet, swollen pussy, which she hadn’t even bothered to protect from him with a pair of panties.
At that exact moment, Karl extended his heavy tongue and dragged it relentlessly from the base of her ass forward, agonizingly slow through the slick slit pouring wetness onto him.
Nadja’s thighs jerked hard and pressed against his temples. Karl closed his eyes in pleasure and felt the betraying tremor against his skull.
Markus talked about the lunch box. About the rain in Rosenbrück. Nadja struggled through her replies one word at a time.
Karl licked provocatively slowly and sucked insistently at her inner lips. He was in no hurry whatsoever. He wanted to push this perverse game as far as it could possibly go.
“Oh, by the way, was everything okay when you went shopping earlier? The banking app showed me a declined card payment… How did you pay for the groceries?” Markus asked through the speaker.
“Karl paid,” Nadja forced out, her voice trembling noticeably.
“Karl Seifert? Why was he even there?”
Karl paused with his tongue for half a second.
“It was raining really hard. He was heading out in his car, saw me downstairs in the hallway, and just gave me a ride…”
Karl opened his mouth wide, took her swollen clit completely between his rough lips, and sucked brutally. The sudden sharp suction made Nadja falter miserably in the middle of her sentence.
“… The grocery store isn’t exactly close in weather like that.” Her voice had suddenly become paper-thin and broken.
Markus was silent for a second through the speaker. Then he said: “Nice of him… Almost too nice.”
Karl grinned soundlessly beneath the table. Exactly, my boy. Far too nice. As though your respectable wife would otherwise spread her legs for me and let me lick her pussy.
Smugly, he drove one thick, rough finger mercilessly deep into her wet flesh.
The finger slid through her tight wetness with a smacking sound. The obscene noise echoed dully beneath the dining table.
“Yeah… he’s… a little…” Nadja spoke while her throat audibly trembled. “A little weird. He stares a lot. But I can handle it. Don’t worry.”
Karl shuddered. Boiling blood rushed straight into his crotch.
Those reassuring, faithful words came from her mouth while her pussy twitched greedily below and closed around his invading finger with fresh wetness.
Nadja was being torn apart inside. And it was exactly that sick contrast between the good wife above and the horny slut below that drove Karl almost completely out of his mind.
“Keep your distance from him anyway. Are you absolutely sure everything’s okay?”
Nadja drew quick, shallow breaths. “Yes. I… I just choked on the beer.”
Wonderful.
Karl brutally pushed three fingers deep inside her.
Nadja’s hand blindly slipped beneath the table and dug sharp nails into his gray hair. Not to pull him away. She yanked his wet face even harder into her crotch.
“I have to go in. Like I said, I’ll be late tonight. Eat without me.”
Time was running out. Karl had no intention of letting the game end quietly.
He curled his fingers and thrust into her in a merciless rhythm, determined to break her before the call ended.
“Ahh… yeah… go… go ahead.” The final syllable practically shattered.
Nadja’s body clenched violently. Karl felt her bare thighs shaking hard.
With a dull sound, the phone fell onto the tabletop and the image tipped sideways. “Nadja?!”
Nadja grabbed frantically for the device. “I have to… turn off the stove. I… I’ll call you later.”
The connection finally cut out. The kitchen was rid of Markus’s voice.
“Ahhh… Karl…”
The final barrier broke.
Nadja threw her head back, opened her mouth wide, and roared out one long, hoarse moan.
Karl worked four bony fingers into her, as if he meant to split her pussy wide open.
Her tight entrance clenched wildly around his knuckles. A gush of hot wetness burst out, splashing across his cheeks and chin.
Karl opened his mouth and greedily devoured his prize.
“You pig… you dirty old bastard…” Nadja hissed, her chest pumping violently.
To Karl, they weren’t insults. They were the highest form of praise.
The first orgasm had barely faded before Karl had any intention of letting her go.
He licked deeper without mercy, pressed his face even harder into the soaking-wet slit. The hand in his hair clenched and forced his nose deep into her crotch. The wooden chair creaked treacherously beneath the thrusts of her hips.
“Keep licking… you old pig… deeper… damn it…” Nadja cursed with total abandon, throwing the last of her decency overboard.
Karl heard every word and swallowed every fucking drop.
He ate her out like a mangy dog that had been starved for far too long— without restraint, without pretending for even a second that he needed to behave.
“Shit… goddamn it… I… I’m gonna die… ahhhh!”
He worked relentlessly, without stopping, until Nadja’s thighs jerked uncontrollably upward. Her inner muscles contracted wildly and drove her into a second hard orgasm with full force.
This time, her uninhibited moan filled the entire kitchen. No call cut it off.
Only then did Karl slowly pull his wet fingers out of her. Then he rose with a groan. His wrinkled face gleamed wetly with saliva and her raw pleasure. He wiped his mouth roughly with the back of his aged hand.
Nadja sat completely spent on the chair with her legs spread wide. The knit dress was badly wrinkled and had ridden all the way up to her chest. Her bare thighs glistened with sweat. Her face was dark red, her breathing shallow and broken.
Karl stared at her with crude, perverse satisfaction.
Without a word, he began ripping open the buttons of his old shirt. Undid his belt. Pulled down the zipper of his pants.
The dirty fabric pooled on the floor. His body was suddenly completely exposed— wrinkled, thin, worn out.
But from his aged crotch jutted his large, rock-hard cock. Massive. Dark red. Webbed with thick veins.
A grotesque, disgusting contrast between the frail old body and the furious thing jutting brutally from it.
Nadja sat there as though paralyzed. Her glassy eyes immediately locked onto the thick shaft.
On the table, the fried eggs had gone completely cold. The last of the beer foam was gone. The black phone lay still beside the silver fork.
And suddenly there was nothing left in the kitchen except Karl, the cold lunch, and that throbbing thing aimed directly at her face like a demanding question that no longer needed an answer.