Engel(Angel)
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › Rammstein
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,148
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Rammstein. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter sechs
Richard looked into my eyes, menicingly, but apologetic. Knowing Till, this was his idea. But knowing Richard, it wasn't like he was having his arm twisted. I had seen the way he always looked at me.
He had a magnificent desire for me. I could see it from the moment I met him.
He sat down on the corner of the queen sized bed, sizing me up. I had seen him do it before, but never so intensely. The look in his cerulean eyes pierced through me like a sea of needles. He moved towards me with intents beyond my knowledge. As he moved, he lifted off his shirt. I could see the bulge in his pants now more than ever, it looked as if they could hardly hold him in anymore.
I could feel his breath on me now, but I was gazing at Till. He looked at me with demand as he pulled his erection out of his pants.
"Look at Richard!" He commanded. I obeyed, all I ever wanted was to make him happy.
As I looked back at Richard, he was taking off his pants, revealing his own erection. It was large, but not quite as big as Till. He was much more sculpted, though. He looked as if he had been delicately, hand made. Constructed with care, molded from the finest stone.
He reached to take off my shirt, but first looked to Till for approval.
Till nodded, "Do what you want."
He persisted to lift off my shirt, exposing my breast, once only for Till, now to be shared. He stared at me with an appetite I knew he had suppressed for very long. I could see my husband through the corner of my eye, he was stroking himself, almost bored. He was impatient.
Richard moved faster, almost like he had a mental connection with Till. Almost like he knew the show Till wanted to see. He pulled off my pants promptly. Staring at my naked body made him quiver. He stopped for a moment to look me over. His eyes explored every inch of my form, soon followed by his fingers. This part wasn't for Till it was for him.
Realizing this wasn't the presentation Till wanted, Richard grabbed me by the hair and sat me up, manually. His erection was twitching, only inches from my face.
"Open your mouth!" He barked at me, pulling my hair harder. He tried to sound threatening, but I knew this wasn't him.
I followed the command. He placed himself in my open mouth. I knew what I was supposed to do. I flicked the tip with my tongue, teasing him. Every few moments, I'd slid it slowly to the back of my mouth and out again. He moaned loudly and prodded it back into my mouth. He was tense, I knew he'd come soon. But would that be the end of it?
He moaned again and let himself explode in my mouth. I swallowed and licked the rest off him. He was still hard, though, and I knew it wasn't over.
I screamed as he grabbed my hair much harder than before and forced me to lay back down. I could see Till jerking himself now. He went slowly, this was what he wanted to see.
Richard lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulders. He grasped onto my ass and quickly pushed himself inside of me. Until now, I hadn't realized I was wet. Soaked actually.
Richard and I whimpered in unison as he filled me up. He started slow and hard, pumping into me with great force. But after a short time, he began moving faster and harder than before. I shrieked with amusement as he reached out and pulled on my nipples.
Till was breathing heavily, his chest heaving while he pushed into his own hand. His eyes were wide open, though, watching his friend driving into me, violently barging in. Richard and Till seemed to shiver simultaneously, although both men in there own worlds.
Driving himself further inside me, Richard grunted. Surging with delight, he watched himself enter and appear again from inside me. He stared at me, almost fascinated when I started to convulse on his swollen erection.
I came with him inside me, screaming as he continued. In sync, Richard followed my lead. I could feel his warmth, his essence within me. After only a few seconds, I turned my head to see Till release himself, also.
The men, still breathing heavily, seemed to smirk at each other, both extraordinarily satisfied with themselves.
Till looked at Richard, still on top of me. "Would you excuse us for a second?" he said, arrogantly.
Looking disappointed, he lifted himself off of me. He stepped off the bed, grabbed his cloths, and left the room, heavy-footed.
Till left his post, and headed over to me. He leaned down and kissed me, much more gentle than the last time I had tasted him. He embraced me completely. I could hear Richard grunting in the next room, slightly disgruntled. As much as I loved my husband, I wouldn't have ever put this past him. He had a fire in his eyes, a fire fed by sex and intensity. By loving and fucking...
He had a magnificent desire for me. I could see it from the moment I met him.
He sat down on the corner of the queen sized bed, sizing me up. I had seen him do it before, but never so intensely. The look in his cerulean eyes pierced through me like a sea of needles. He moved towards me with intents beyond my knowledge. As he moved, he lifted off his shirt. I could see the bulge in his pants now more than ever, it looked as if they could hardly hold him in anymore.
I could feel his breath on me now, but I was gazing at Till. He looked at me with demand as he pulled his erection out of his pants.
"Look at Richard!" He commanded. I obeyed, all I ever wanted was to make him happy.
As I looked back at Richard, he was taking off his pants, revealing his own erection. It was large, but not quite as big as Till. He was much more sculpted, though. He looked as if he had been delicately, hand made. Constructed with care, molded from the finest stone.
He reached to take off my shirt, but first looked to Till for approval.
Till nodded, "Do what you want."
He persisted to lift off my shirt, exposing my breast, once only for Till, now to be shared. He stared at me with an appetite I knew he had suppressed for very long. I could see my husband through the corner of my eye, he was stroking himself, almost bored. He was impatient.
Richard moved faster, almost like he had a mental connection with Till. Almost like he knew the show Till wanted to see. He pulled off my pants promptly. Staring at my naked body made him quiver. He stopped for a moment to look me over. His eyes explored every inch of my form, soon followed by his fingers. This part wasn't for Till it was for him.
Realizing this wasn't the presentation Till wanted, Richard grabbed me by the hair and sat me up, manually. His erection was twitching, only inches from my face.
"Open your mouth!" He barked at me, pulling my hair harder. He tried to sound threatening, but I knew this wasn't him.
I followed the command. He placed himself in my open mouth. I knew what I was supposed to do. I flicked the tip with my tongue, teasing him. Every few moments, I'd slid it slowly to the back of my mouth and out again. He moaned loudly and prodded it back into my mouth. He was tense, I knew he'd come soon. But would that be the end of it?
He moaned again and let himself explode in my mouth. I swallowed and licked the rest off him. He was still hard, though, and I knew it wasn't over.
I screamed as he grabbed my hair much harder than before and forced me to lay back down. I could see Till jerking himself now. He went slowly, this was what he wanted to see.
Richard lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulders. He grasped onto my ass and quickly pushed himself inside of me. Until now, I hadn't realized I was wet. Soaked actually.
Richard and I whimpered in unison as he filled me up. He started slow and hard, pumping into me with great force. But after a short time, he began moving faster and harder than before. I shrieked with amusement as he reached out and pulled on my nipples.
Till was breathing heavily, his chest heaving while he pushed into his own hand. His eyes were wide open, though, watching his friend driving into me, violently barging in. Richard and Till seemed to shiver simultaneously, although both men in there own worlds.
Driving himself further inside me, Richard grunted. Surging with delight, he watched himself enter and appear again from inside me. He stared at me, almost fascinated when I started to convulse on his swollen erection.
I came with him inside me, screaming as he continued. In sync, Richard followed my lead. I could feel his warmth, his essence within me. After only a few seconds, I turned my head to see Till release himself, also.
The men, still breathing heavily, seemed to smirk at each other, both extraordinarily satisfied with themselves.
Till looked at Richard, still on top of me. "Would you excuse us for a second?" he said, arrogantly.
Looking disappointed, he lifted himself off of me. He stepped off the bed, grabbed his cloths, and left the room, heavy-footed.
Till left his post, and headed over to me. He leaned down and kissed me, much more gentle than the last time I had tasted him. He embraced me completely. I could hear Richard grunting in the next room, slightly disgruntled. As much as I loved my husband, I wouldn't have ever put this past him. He had a fire in his eyes, a fire fed by sex and intensity. By loving and fucking...