Hi, friends! To all my fans who have read my stories “Ausländerhure”: Also this story begins rather innocently, and increases from time to time. I’ve decided to write a parallel story, which is then compared with the end of the story series “Ausländerhure” link. This time is all my (negative) critics said that the one who likes to read my stories, they also do not need to read! Also in this story (which is created on longer) a girl at the center, the volunteer can make a hooker and a whore for foreigners! Have fun and you want your horniness Dirtywhore78!
“No, Vanessa, so you go to the disco no me So you’re going nowhere at all to me You look like one of those sluts – like a hooker!”
Hart and tapping my father’s words rang in my ear. I realized as I shot the tears in his eyes. If all my efforts in vain? What was I only stood for hours in my room before the mirror trying on outfits and had all kinds? What, I wondered, was I then stood in the bathroom of my parents’ apartment and had spent an eternity trying to prepare myself and make-up? And now that I’m finally happy with my appearance was, would I not go? It was maddening!
“Please .. Dad, just this once,” I switched to plead it.
“No, end of discussion, you are SO going to me at least not outside the home”, my father’s voice had something definitive in itself.
“Dad, but the other girls …”, I tried one last objection.
“The other girls interested in me, my daughter is certainly not like a whore on the street!” Point, that was it! I knew my father, too long not to know that there was no use arguing with him further.
What I would have him say? I very well knew what I looked like? But my appearance that I had deliberately chosen as “slutty”? I like a cheap bitch wanted to be taken? I could tell him, of course, impossible!
“And please what should I wear then?” I asked with a certain defiance in my voice.
“You need here is not the injured to play. That which you wear at school. So denim pants, a plain vest, sports shoes and also you wipe you right away this” Kriegsbemahlung “from your face. You are by nature nice enough. ”
Now the tears ran down his cheeks really. Furious, I ran back into the bathroom to wipe my so carefully applied makeup. When I was finished, I hurried to my room and got dressed. Like an ugly little duckling I felt when I looked in the mirror. A simple denim pants, a perfectly ordinary singlet, which brought my tits in any way to advantage and made the worn-out athletic shoes to me not just a horny bitch. I could seduce any young lad at most – the typical boy next door. I was desperate!
“Can I at least NOW in the disco?” I asked my father when I was standing in front of him.
He looked up from his newspaper and looked at me.
“Yes, fine. But to do your hair! And do not forget to midnight at the latest you’re back home! And no alcohol and no cigarettes, I’ll check that!”
“Yes, Dad,” I answered him, and hurried back to my room. If he had believed that I would consider myself serious about its requirements – well, then he was wrong!
Quickly I grabbed my things I had previously pulled out and stuffed them into a bag that I put on my bed. Then I grabbed my handbag and hurried her into the bathroom. There I got my make-up stuff and put it in my pocket. Mascara, lipstick, lip gloss, makeup, and my bright red nail polish. No sooner had I arrived back in my room, I cautiously opened my window. My heart was pounding as I peered to the left and right – but the air was pure. I took the bag with my dress and high heels on and in a high arch, I threw it out the window. I had good aim! She landed on the grass verge, which was behind the back of our house. But now nothing like away before my father got the idea out the window to see. Because the bright red bag must have noticed it anyway.
I nervously opened my room door and stepped into the hall. Relieved, I realized that my father was still on the sofa and read his paper.
“Tschüüüs!” I yelled to him and hurried to the apartment door. I opened it and stepped into the hallway. Once again, I took a deep breath, then I ran down the stairs and ran to the back of our house. Very close to the wall nestled I moved to the area that was under our house and approached cautiously my pocket, which lay in the grass here.
“Have you lost something, Vanessa?” Which adjust our neighbors came to my ear. It was Karl Grötemeier, an approximately 63-year-old widower. His wife had died years ago and it was rumored in the neighborhood that it was quite remarkable, as well as his three previous women had died. All had been but in the best age of 25-30 years. But no one knew more accurate. Of course, he was alone because of the large age difference has always been considered wrong.
I could feel the blood rushing to his temples. But the presence of mind, I answered him: “Yes, I am just now my hair clip fell out the window – ah, there she is, yes!”
Quickly, I bent down and pretended to pick up when I like something.
“Heard about the bag you, too?” I asked our neighbor. Shit, what can I do now? I said no, he would perhaps take it as such, but I said yes, then he would say something and maybe my father would make sure his sense of it. Anyway, I had to risk it.
“Yes, sir Grötemeier, but please tell my father anything about it,” I told him so.
He looked deeply into my blue eyes, then moved his lips into a grin understanding.
“Ahhh, I understand! Well, by me your father will certainly not learn anything. But something I would want to have it. You know that my wife died, but so be so kind and come over tomorrow and help me when Wash off. I’m coming but little to work with the many I have. Would you do that? ”
“Yes, thank you, Mr. Grötemeier, I would like to help if they tell my father just nothing!”
“Well, thank you, so I’ll see you tomorrow as at 16.00 clock, fit it?”
“Yes, I’ll be on time!” I promised him and hurried on to my bag to pick them up quickly. Then I scurried around the corner and ran to the bus station.
*******************************
“Has your philistine father once again do not want to go?”, With a look that expressed both sympathy and ridicule me something looked at my friend Jacqueline. Her eyes were buried in a deep layer of eyeliner. Her platinum blond hair was tied back in a ponytail and her cheeks hung two large hoops, which glistened in the light of the setting sun.
“Yes, the old man think about this from my ass. Not even I am allowed to make-up! And I’ve looked so cool! But …”, and now I had to grin and held my bag up,” I … have everything here! ”
“Cool, come, we always have a little time Let’s go to some games there in the restaurant’s toilet. As you can move yourself and I emery you if you want!” Jacqueline was playing with her tongue piercing, she said, While this is . Oh God, how I envied them that. Her parents cared at all about how they fixed it themselves! How easy it can be anything, if you only have the right parents.
Jaqueline hacked at me with and together we went to the pub on the opposite side of the road. That was not so easy because we were both about the same, only now she was on her high heels but unusually good 10cm taller than me. And I was in my sneakers again much faster than it high on their heels. But that would change so soon.
Shortly after we entered the restaurant. Jacqueline went ahead and opened the door. It was a very dark low dive, only a few lamps with bulbs to spread a little weak brightness. At first I could not particularly see much, but after a few seconds, my eyes had become accustomed to the dim light. The restaurant was not full to bursting. On one of the five tables were two bad guys and playing dice poker. I let my eyes wander across the room and could degenerate four men seen on the counter, drank their beer. I estimated her age at about 50 to 60 years. As we entered, they had turned their eyes to us and I could see their faces in a lustful grin.
How surprised I was when one of these types of drunken bared his yellow teeth and exclaimed with a loud, smoky voice: “Hello Jaqueline, and are again on the run out Waast eh, i am always pointed wia Lumpi bars yet?” He drove with his right hand, which was tattooed from wrist to his shirt sleeves rolled up to his crotch and emphasized his words with an unambiguous gesture.
Horrified, I was taken a step back, because so coarse and vulgar, but I did not have anyone speak to me or one of my friends heard. But it should get even better.
I had thought that Jacqueline would now turn around and flee with me from this run-down hovel, would I had deceived myself properly. In the broadest Viennese dialect they answered him in his vulgar and contemptuous question!
“Noss Kloar wieada i am! Mei Mia dripping pussies constantly anyway! Oba earst muaß i mei Freindin mochn cool, down-Wed kaun when Wüllen pudarn!”
“Cool, you Schlampn. I could eh scho dawoartn nimma. Oiso on payment. Is the light you are a so wia a Schlampn ane you?”
“The wiarst see then scho, Ferdl. Oba book now gemma amoi Häusl again!”
My mouth was folded down, something I would never have dreamed of! Like the guy actually believed that he could talk to us? And Jacqueline? So I had heard them talk before. As the most degenerate Praterhure – I was honest poof!
“When loßt dei Mundfotzen no off’n long way since i stuck my one Willie!” Laughed the vulgar drunken type and then packed with a jerky movement of the hand his beer glass. He spoke and drank it out loud gurgling from a train. Then he wiped his hand across his mouth, opened it and belched loudly.
“No ans, Wirtn”, he immediately ordered another beer.
“Come on, Vanessa, back there is the toilet.” Jaqueline grabbed my arm and directed me to the bar over to the toilets. As a child I let myself be led by her. I was surprised and confused when I would otherwise have done.
When we got to the ladies toilets and went in, I had caught something.
“Jaquelin, tell me you know that guy? He’s at least fifty! And that is indeed full of disgusting!”
“This is the Ferdl that hangs here every day and boozes from the morning. But who is really full of cool! You’ve got time to try his dick, that’s something else than the little fucker in school!”
“But as the talks! He’s full of vulgar and contemptuous of women!”
“Misogyny, hmm, yes, maybe. But at least he is not sluts-despising. And frankly, I’m just a bitch! Really, there is nothing hotter than a hot belt in the cunt. And he can do so well. Also , do you think I’ve been ever anything bought drink for? If you let the guys at your cunt, then you get all of them. The invite you forever! was not so stupid, they give you what you need and invite you also have one – so what more do you want? ”
Again, she played with her tongue piercing. It just looked so cool how they got there before me, in her high heels in her super short mini, and the belly-free Top It was first really clear to me what it means to be a bitch. Did I really? I thought of my father. If I could see it here now! I had to grin – yes, I also wanted to be a bitch!
“Well, as you smiling, I guess that you’re not so unlike me. So, then on down with your rag, now we will make you horny so correct,” Jacqueline seemed to have read my thoughts.
Quick as a flash I took off my sneakers and jeans, opened my pants. I let it slide down on my long, smooth legs and stepped out of her. Then I pulled myself out of my bodice, and then my bra. I stood naked before her. I had kept only my panties.
“Ugh, what’s the ne for ‘shit? Do you wear the pants of your grandmother, or what?” She mockingly plucked at my cotton underpants.
“Sorry, but my father allowed me no g-string.” I tried to talk his way out.
“Shit, well, then I’d say once you pull that shit out again and just go without anything.”
“But … Jacqueline, I’ve only NEN with extremely short mini!”
“Well, so much the better! Believe me, it is ultra-cool!”
So I pulled my panties off and was now also completely naked.
“At least you’re clean shaven! Believe me, the guys find anything as disgusting so ne hairy cunt!”
Meanwhile, Jaqueline opened my red bag and unpacked my things. First, I squeezed myself into my super short black mini, then I put on my top that my stomach just bededeckte only to just above my navel. My bra had my girlfriend again put back in the bag. Finally they brought out my stilettos – my pride and joy! They were provided with thin ankle and had an incredible height of 13cm. I especially liked her deep black lacquer paint.
“Wow, they’re completely cool!” Exclaimed Jacqueline, looking at it admiringly.
“Yes, I secretly bought me time in a sex shop.” I explained to them.
“Cool, I have to get me too it!”
With my bright red painted toes forward, I slipped into these wonderful shoes. Jaqueline bent down and closed my ankle. It was a wonderful feeling to have increased Sun I could feel my calves cramped short because they had to be stretched so it does not really accustomed Sun But I managed to relax my muscles so that I have not got cramp.
As I now so before my friend got up and looked into her eyes, I knew I would not regret that I allowed myself to make a bitch. I could not help it, I pulled her to me with my hands and kissed her on her mouth. They willingly opened her lips and we sank in a minute-long intensive Zungenkuß. Our tongues played around each other and full of envy and lust, I kept trying to get her piercing with my tongue. Also, I would – father or not – let my tongue pierced, which was established at this moment.
After some time, Jacqueline broke off our kiss.
“You’re so full of hot, Vanessa! But come now, we still have to make up yourself!”
“Yeah, sure. Sorry, but I just could not help it. You’re just so incredibly cool!”
Jaqueline giggled, “Thanks, you too.”
Then she placed herself in front of me and took my hand bag on hand. She rummaged in it for a while, then she began to make up for.
At first she made with a thick layer of make-up for the fact that my skin had a smooth complexion. With a little rouge my cheeks, then she brought to bear. My eyelashes extended with several layers of mascara after they had surrounded my eyes just like hers with a deep thick black eyeliner. Then they put me on a bright green-blue eye shadow, which she sealed with a layer Eyegloss. Most recently, she set about creating my lips. With a slightly darker lip liner, they circled my lips very generous, so that it seemed much larger than they really were. Then she filled her with a bright red lipstick, she’d found in my pocket. Finally, they also sealed my lips, naßglänzenden this time with a lip gloss.
After she finished, she stepped back a few steps and looked at their work thoroughly.
“Vanessa, something does not fit. I have it, your eyebrows are too thick!”
I turned my head to the mirror and had to give their right. Everything looked perfect, my face had been the appearance of an extremely slutty Barbie doll painted, but my eyebrows, as opposed to her, really much thicker. Of course, I had always rightly plucked me, but they – had none! Where their eyebrows normally, she had just painted a highly curved arch.
“Jacqueline, you think you could pluck my eyebrows and even the paint on me, as you have them too?” I asked and she could feel my heart beat violently. No question, I had to make this something I can not possibly hide from my father would. But that is what excited me at the same time.
“I can do that. But what will you say to your father? As is, it will make you the hell!”
“Anyway, I do not want to think about it! Please, I really want to now look so totally slutty!”
“OK, how do you want! Then just now quiet times.” With that, she reached into her own purse and pulled out a pair of tweezers.
Then she went to work. As they went to work very thoroughly, it took quite some time and it was also not very pleasant, but, as it was practiced, but I had survived relatively quickly. They skillfully painted me two highly curved arches over my eyes, my face gave the desired crude and vulgar note.
I watched entranced as completely changed my face in the mirror. Yes, it looked really hot! I pursed my lips and blew a kiss to meet my reflection. It looked wonderful, shameless, and willing, perfect for a hot men sucking cock inside and take.
Jacqueline also seemed to be very satisfied with my appearance. With relish, and she grinned at me shamelessly. When I tugged me cope with my hands, my hair, she took one look at my fingers.
“Vanessa, tell me, what about your fingernails? Have you ever thought about it they let you grow, or do you have to bottle? That’s the certain something!”
“Oh, have, Jacqueline wanted, of course I always had long fingernails. But I always break down again and allowed me wrong not my father!”
“Will you now have what? I’ve always been a pack of stick-on artificial nails in my purse in case I lose one time. If you want I can stick it.”
“Wow, that’d be really totally cool! Thank you!” I said and felt my heart beat fast with joy. As much as I’d have wanted me to really sleep long claws, like Jacqueline, and the other girls in the disco! Only my father always said that only whores and sluts wear artificial fingernails would – which he did quite well, but that’s why I wanted it so so much!
Incoming search terms:
- dirtywhore78
- ausländerhure story
Related posts:
No comments yet.