27. His Territory
His Territory
Karl’s bedroom was dim and poorly ventilated.
It smelled like the rest of the apartment, only stronger: cold smoke trapped in the curtains, fabric that hadn’t been washed in far too long, and the damp, musty stink of the rumpled sheets.
A pathetic little hole, the exact opposite of the orderly Keller apartment next door.
Nadja entered first.
Karl followed close behind, dazed. He stopped beside the door, his dull eyes wide, and stared at the woman who had come willingly into his territory.
Nadja barely looked around.
With short, decisive movements, she pulled the sweater over her head. Then the long T-shirt underneath.
There was nothing beneath it but bare skin. No bra. No panties.
She undressed as though she were simply stripping away the last irritating layer of her respectable life.
The naked body of a thirty-year-old woman seemed almost luminous in the dim room.
Her heavy, pale, flawless breasts moved freely with every breath, their full weight pulling them slightly downward.
Her pink nipples tightened immediately when the cool air touched them, small hard buds against smooth skin.
Her stomach was flat, her pubic area completely shaved.
Faint red marks from the day before were still visible on her firm thighs.
Karl stood rooted to the spot. The wrinkled corners of his mouth slowly curled into a greasy grin.
Nadja climbed onto his old mattress. She lay on her back, spread her legs, then propped herself on her elbows so she could look directly into his face. Her expression was flat, swept clean of all shyness, all softness.
Karl was on the mattress at once — hasty, greedy, like a starving animal falling on a scrap of meat.
His eyes clung to her rising breasts, moved over her narrow waist, then settled deep between her thighs, where her body was already slowly growing wet.
Just as Karl started lowering his face, Nadja said: “Karl.”
The old man stopped. He tore his gaze away from her open pussy and looked up.
Nadja stared at him.
At first her voice was dry and hard, but it broke slightly on the final words and began to tremble. “Make me feel better.”
Karl blinked.
Nadja clenched her teeth and repeated herself, her breathing faster now. “Get me really wet.”
Karl bared his yellow teeth. “That’s the one thing I’m really fucking good at.”
He didn’t waste another word. Karl bent down and shoved his old face ruthlessly into Nadja’s heavy breasts.
He opened his mouth, reeking of cold smoke, and took her hard nipple completely between his hot lips. His teeth caught it lightly, his lips worked over it, his coated tongue circled the tip while he sucked with loud, wet smacking sounds. His callused hand roughly kneaded her other breast.
Nadja threw her head back against the pillow. Her mouth opened. Air rattled out of her.
One hand searched blindly across the rough sheet. The other settled on Karl’s tangled gray hair. She didn’t stroke him. She only pressed him harder against the spot, demanding more.
Karl sucked one breast until the areola was deep red and shining with saliva, then crawled greedily to the other.
Wet sounds, loud swallowing, and smacking suction filled the room. He used his teeth. His lips. His fingernails. Scratching lightly over her white skin.
No finesse. Nothing beautiful.
Only raw hunger, roughness, and the miserable old need to devour her body with everything he still had left.
Karl pulled his wet mouth away from her breast but didn’t move lower yet.
With one hand, he pushed Nadja’s left arm up above her head. She frowned briefly at the exposing position but let him do it.
Karl buried his nose deep in her armpit.
A faint trace of shower gel still clung to her skin, mixed with the light, warm scent of damp female sweat.
He stuck out his tongue and licked obscenely deep into the hollow.
Nadja jerked. Her chest rose.
Karl dragged his tongue from her armpit down into the soft valley between her breasts, then back upward to her throat. A shining trail of skin was left soaking wet with his saliva. His heavy breath hit her neck hot and damp.
Then he kissed his way down to her navel and pushed the tip of his tongue directly inside.
Nadja’s stomach muscles clenched hard.
Karl rubbed his scratchy beard over her lower belly. Then suddenly stopped.
He lifted his head, voice rough. “Turn over.”
Nadja obeyed. She braced her hands against the mattress and rolled onto her stomach. Her ass lifted toward him, completely exposed. Two pale, full cheeks with a few faint red marks still visible on them.
Karl planted his dirty hands on the flesh, squeezed roughly, and pulled the cheeks mercilessly apart.
Her small, dark-pink asshole came fully into view and tightened nervously.
Karl lowered his head. His nose pressed straight into the crack of her ass.
He stuck out his tongue and licked agonizingly slowly across Nadja’s asshole, pushing the thick tip insistently into the twitching opening. His chin and nose ground obscenely against the sensitive skin.
Nadja let out a low moan. “Ahh…”
The sound hit Karl straight in the head.
He pulled her ass even farther apart with both hands and drove his tongue more brutally against the forbidden opening. His hot breath poured directly into the damp cleft.
Nadja clawed her fingers into the torn sheet. Her back arched deeply. Her thighs opened wider all by themselves. Her breathing broke apart into small, strangled sounds.
Karl didn’t stay in one place. His rough tongue worked from her reddened asshole up to her wet pussy, sliding deep between the swollen lips, then along the inside of her thigh before traveling back up over her lower back.
He grabbed her by the shoulder, rolled her onto her back, latched onto her breasts once more, then dragged himself downward and finally buried his face between her legs.
Little by little, Nadja went completely soft. Her muscles yielded to him. Her thighs fell open, wide and careless, letting him root his face wherever he wanted. Her moans came more freely now and filled the cramped room.
Karl lifted his soaking-wet mouth from her, looked over Nadja’s softened, disheveled body, and said: “Better?”
He didn’t know why she was so angry. He didn’t know why she was hurt.
But he knew exactly that she needed this filthy pleasure to bleed all that pent-up pressure out of herself.
Nadja turned her head. Her eyes met his. Her face had softened. It was no longer so hard. Her cheeks were dark red.
Then she nodded.
Karl had been waiting for nothing else. He grinned with satisfaction and lowered his face between her legs again.
Soon the only sounds left in the room were the squeak of the old mattress springs, the heavy smell of sweat, and the extremely wet smacking of saliva and hot pussy juice.
Karl practically devoured her with his mouth, tongue, and rough fingers. Nadja’s body twisted beneath every touch. Her skin flushed. Thick wetness flowed from her in increasing amounts, making everything slick.
Nadja’s breathing was completely chaotic. She turned her head back toward him, her voice hoarse, barely more than a horny gasp. “Fuck me, Karl.”
Karl lifted his head. His mouth gleamed wet. “I’m not finished licking.”
Nadja panted, her chest rising and falling angrily. “Fuck, Karl… do you really love licking ass that much?”
Karl bared his yellow teeth and gave a hoarse, obscene laugh deep in his throat. “Your ass smells fucking good.”
“You’re completely sick…” The insult broke apart and turned into a strangled moan.
Karl had shoved his face down again and driven his tongue mercilessly against her asshole. Nadja jerked hard, buried her face in the pillow, her thighs rigid with tension.
Karl pulled his mouth away and looked at the pale cheeks trembling beneath her ragged breathing.
He raised his hand. A hard slap landed across her right ass cheek. The crack was dry and sharp. Nadja jolted.
Karl asked casually: “Who’s sick?”
Nadja clenched her teeth. “You are.”
A second slap landed even harder across the other cheek. This time Nadja moaned sharply.
But she didn’t crawl away. Didn’t close her legs. Didn’t kick him off.
Karl struck again. Lower. Directly across her swollen pussy.
Nadja trembled. Her moan shot out high and sharp.
Red handprints spread across her ass.
Karl rubbed his dry fingers provocatively over the burning skin. Then he slapped his palm flat against her soaking-wet pussy lips. Her juices splashed and dripped heavily onto the old sheet.
Karl laughed low in his throat. He drove two filthy fingers, shining with her juices, straight into her pussy.
At first, he moved them slowly, rubbing roughly against the soft walls. Then three fingers. Four. They slid in more easily than yesterday. Without the slightest resistance.
His hand moved faster. Rougher. Completely ruthless.
Nadja’s back arched deeply. Her wet hips pushed toward him pleadingly, taking Karl’s hand even deeper.
The thrusts were violent enough to shake the entire mattress.
“Ahh… I’m dying…”
Nadja’s muscles twitched. Her broken breathing turned into high, shrill sounds. She buried her face in the mattress and bit her lower lip until it bled.
Karl planted his other hand hard against her hip and pinned her to the bed while he kept working inside her like a man possessed.
“You’re tearing me open… Karl…”
Despite the complaining words, her hips thrust greedily toward him, driving his thick fingers even more brutally into her pussy.
Karl sped up. The wet, obscene smacking grew louder. Faster.
Nadja shook all over, her hair hanging wild and sweat-soaked across her face.
Suddenly she opened her mouth and screamed. The piercing sound cut through the air like a knife.
Karl started in alarm. If that scream carried through the thin wall into the apartment next door, her husband Markus could damn well hear it.
Karl lunged forward and clamped his left hand hard over Nadja’s mouth. The scream died instantly, turning into a wet, muffled frenzy beneath his sweat-smelling palm.
Under him, Nadja’s hips kept jerking wildly, instinctively driving themselves against his fingers.
The orgasm crashed over her.
Nadja’s entire body tightened like a drawn bow. Her thighs clenched convulsively. Her pussy pulsed in hard, rapid waves around his fingers.
Hot, thick wetness burst from her, flooding Karl’s working hand and streaming onto the stinking sheet, where a large dark stain spread immediately.
Karl stared down at it, pupils black and wide.
He kept Nadja’s mouth covered mercilessly and held her chest firmly against the mattress so she couldn’t tear away.
When the boiling wave finally subsided, Nadja’s body collapsed onto the bed. Limp. Empty. Like a lifeless doll.
Her face lay turned sideways against the mattress, lips parted, gaze blank and completely dazed, sweat covering her skin.
Karl slowly removed his hand from her mouth.
He stared at the wet drops on his sheet. Then at the beautiful young woman lying naked and utterly exhausted in front of him. And finally, fascinated, at his own dripping hand.