2 Advent - Erotik Story (Patreon)

Schönen zweiten Advent. Hier kommt schon die zweite Erotik Story. Sie heißt: Auf dem Weihachtsmarkt. Danke für die Kreativität und auch den Mut eine devote, homoerotische Fantasie mit uns zu teilen.

English Translation: At the christmas Market

How I loved this atmosphere. The most contemplative time of the year had arrived again, Advent. And the Christmas market in my city was already in full swing. There were all kinds of decorative items, fairy lights and of course a variety of food stalls. When I ordered a sausage from one of these stalls, I saw him. He was around 1.90 m tall, had dark, wavy hair almost to his shoulders and handed me my food with a smile that immediately makes you weak in the knees. In short, I was in love! But now I had to find out whether he was also interested in men and an idea came to me. I stood at a bar table in front of the hut and began to gently blow the sausage, briefly again and again so as not to draw attention to myself. He saw this and watched me with interest until he motioned me over with a movement of his head. We looked deep into each other's eyes and he said quietly: "Come to the back, I have a great idea!" I did as I was told and he quickly and unnoticed pulled me onto my knees under the counter.

Too surprised to say anything, he unzipped his pants and I understood. His big cock was now sticking out towards me and I started to blow. Also because I was locked in here and could hear the people in front of the booth, my excitement increased just as quickly as the penis grew in my mouth. It was so extremely cool how he tried not to show anything, but I kept finding other movements to upset him. The manager of the hut also noticed this, who then took a close look under the counter and immediately saw what I was doing there. She had a big grin on her lips and let me continue blowing, kneading and massaging my balls.A short time later the rush of people was over and the seller reared up and shot his hot juice deep into my throat. I had to gasp for air and licked the rest of his hot cock. He looked at me very satisfied and I asked his name. The boss intervened and said: “You give him a blowjob and you don’t even know his name? That's really cool! This is Giorgio, he comes from Italy and speaks very little German. But apparently he likes little sluts like you!” I blushed completely and felt caught. “But don’t worry, I have a great idea of ​​what you can do for us to boost sales!” The next day I was kneeling in a cage behind the hut, my hands and feet tied to the bars and my body stuck inside a full body suit made of lined leather, which was still very tight and made me look like an avalanche dog from a distance. Only the head, which protruded from the front of the box and was equipped with a mouth spreader, showed human characteristics.

Men and women kept coming, either wanting to experience my blowjob skills or watching the hot goings-on with food in their hands. Because everyone who bought something in the snack hut was sent to me. So it happened that after each long day at the Christmas market, Giorgio came to me, untied my bonds and took me on a leash to the hut, which was my home for the next few days. Sometimes he would stay in the evening and he would mount me in the appropriate doggy position, or we would blow each other and distribute the sperm fairly in a hot kiss. The boss was always there too, getting excited by what we were doing and fingering herself to orgasm. It also happened that I was led around the market with my owner on a leash, which attracted a few looks, comments and attention. If I didn't want to go any further, the whip hit me on the bottom, which caused laughter, especially among some groups of women.

A group also asked Giorgio if they could borrow me, they had a funny idea. He agreed and said they should bring me back to the stand by evening. I tried to protest, but no words came through the spreader. So I was taken to a nearby sex shop. My current owners picked out a lockable collar, lockable paws for hands and feet, and a mask with an open mouth and these things were immediately put on me, which was very humiliating to the laughter of the ladies. We went back to the market and more and more people were taking photos and videos. My shame became less and less and so I only reacted briefly when I saw my work colleagues, but they immediately recognized me and wanted to talk to me. But Giorgio got ahead of them, took the leash and the bowl to my restrictions and secured me back in the box. It didn't take long for my colleagues to come over and examine me. “So you do that in your free time and in the office you are so reserved, almost boring!” One by one they stood in front of me and I satisfied each one with devotion. Two weeks later the market was over and the boss said that she had never made as much sales as this year. I was the proudest slut ever and was looking forward to my first day in the office after the holidays.