"The Holiday Whore" is an erotic short novel. It's not a thriller or a classic love story. It is a frivolous short story full of lust, passion and sun.

The story is about my fi(c)active self. Together with my hard working husband I spend my holidays in Mallorca. I hope to spend a few nice days - and above all nice nights with him.

The Holiday Whore

Finally it was time again. After a long dry spell, my husband's small company finally had many orders again. After a long time of deprivation, we finally got back on track financially, finally really well again.

But for my husband, that was no reason to slow down. On the contrary, he increased his efforts again. Those days I hardly saw him anymore. Our married life together actually only existed on paper. Materially Sven fulfilled my every wish.

In his eyes I probably deserved it after all the hardships. And so I sat in some kind of golden cage. Of course I was able to do well, but I didn't have a real job to do. I didn't have to work and I didn't have to take care of any kids.

In the 15 years that our marriage has lasted, I have always been faithful to my husband. Other men didn't interest me the bean. And if someone did make a flirt attempt, so I rejected him friendly, but decidedly. At 35, my desire for closeness, sex and tenderness is far from over. But Sven was left with that, but above all he had no time.

I tried everything to find togetherness with him. A good meal, provocative lingerie or just to seduce him - the success was rather mixed. In most cases he was too exhausted from work. If he ever got involved in sex, then he slid over me more or less clumsily and lovelessly. Usually it was all over after just a few shots. When he fell asleep next to me and started snoring, all I had left was my fingers and my toys to relieve me.

Anyway, it couldn't go on like this. Of course I blamed myself. I doubted my attractiveness, especially my figure. 82 kg of pure passion are spread over 165 cm. Well, that's not a skinny model figure, but my pounds are extremely feminine and erotic. Last but not least my firm buttocks and my 95-D basket. Sven used to love my figure, especially because I was so buxom.

I have shoulder-length blonde hair. My eyes are green-brown and match my naturally full lips very well. So why the fuck doesn't he want me anymore?!

I now put even more emphasis on my outfit, the skirts were shorter, the jeans and tops a little tighter. I was very attentive to the looks of the other men. They all noticed me, but not my own husband. Then something has to change in our relationship, I thought.

I went to a travel agency and booked us two weeks last-minute vacation on Mallorca, east coast. I put the pistol on Sven's chest - 2 weeks vacation or I will divorce you. At first he dismissed it as a spinning mill, but when he realized how serious I was, he finally agreed - albeit grumbling.

Holidays at last! Finally time for us again! How long have I waited for this. The flight passed quickly. From Nuremberg to Palma in just under 100 minutes. A feeling of euphoria flowed through me as I stepped off the plane. The sunny warmth, the air of the Mediterranean, just fantastic. The weather was just great and made me happy.

I had booked us a bungalow in Cala Millor. And it left nothing to be desired. Arrived I quickly jumped into the shower, put on a very tight hotpants and a tight top and went to the beach with my husband first. I noticed the other men's looks and I enjoyed it.

Most women would have turned up their noses despicably at the sight of me. But not so the guys. My fat ass and my lush boobs packed in much too tight clothes, the guys stand on it. Even if some don't want to admit it.

But Sven didn't notice any of this. I wiggled my butt a little more and let my hips swing. As we passed a group of young Spaniards, the boys whistled happily after me. Sven struggled and only began to notice my clothes. Sven looked at me a little closer and swallowed. But he said nothing.

We went to the beach together, hand in hand. When he suddenly said to me, "the clothes really suit you. I smiled at him embarrassed like a little insecure girl. Then stepped up to him and said to him, "Thank you for the compliment. The fabric is also very soft, you can feel sweetheart".

I stood close to him and gave him a kiss. My pelvis was pressing against his crotch. I felt his best friend stiffening and slowly rising. I looked at him with a grin and said, "someone else seems to like that. I pressed my pelvis even harder against him. His hands slipped on my lush buttocks and increased the pressure. My sweet pussy was already hot and wet. The short touch started a fire in my southern regions.

I was so horny at this moment and would have loved to feel his cock on the spot in me. "Let's go back to the bungalow quickly. I want to feel you inside me I breathed into his ear". The answer twitched in his pants. He took my hand and we quickly returned to our domicile. And as soon as the door closed, I grabbed his pants and opened them. I was determined to get my sexual quality of life back.

With a determined tug I grazed her down. Sven's stiff fuse jumped out in anticipation. His hands had already pushed up my top. They were playing on my already stiff nipples. My head was glowing and a fire of lust was burning between my legs. My tight pussy got wetter and wetter. My passion almost ran into the Hot Pants.

Sven pushed me into the bedroom while he kept playing with my bosom. A hand reached into my waist and pulled down my pants. He turned me upside down and pushed me onto the bed. Now he pulled pants off my body in a hint of wild passion. My full body trembled under his wild excitement as he undressed me.

Then I felt him kneeling between my thighs, his hot glans stroking past my buttocks. "You don't have any panties on" he gasped at me from behind. "If you walk around like a bitch, I'll fuck you like a bitch, too," Sven said to me. His words turned me on. He knew that. I've always been into verbal eroticism and rough sex. Sven married me not least because of my rampant sexuality and vulgarity.

Now he pushed his hard cock deep into the wet sugar bowl. Powerful and demanding, he pushed my thighs apart and pushed his source of joy ever faster and deeper into my wet paradise. I moaned out loud. "Yes, that's good. That's what I need, honey! Sven pulled my head by the hair in the neck, his movements became faster and more violent with continuous duration. I felt his dick get thicker. How he started twitching more and more.

"Not baby yet, not yet" I gasped, "I need a little longer". I was slowly having an orgasm in my pelvis. Sven tried to postpone his own climax. He slowed down a bit, then pushed me only the throbbing cock in the pussy. Suddenly my labia cramped. I came to my orgasm. I pressed his penis violently together, Sven moaned loudly and squirted with relish in me.

In several thrusts his white juice discharged into my vibrating pussy. Groaning and trembling I lay under him and enjoyed the hot juice that flowed into me and spread out there. Sven rolled down from me and lay down beside me on her side. I looked at him and said: "That was a great quick. But I hope that was just the beginning".

Content I looked at Sven as he fell asleep beside me. With us it was normality that he dozed off a little after sex. He snored softly. I got out of bed just as quietly and went to the bathroom. In the mirror I looked at my body. I was actually very satisfied with the result, but the pubic hair between my legs suddenly bothered me. At that time I always wore clipped, shaved hair. But I wanted a change.

Does Sven really find that attractive? I grabbed the scissors and carefully removed the first, longer hair. After I had trimmed them into shape again, I foamed in the rest thoroughly. My index finger slipped between my swollen labia. It still felt mighty hot.

My finger penetrated something between my lips and I could feel the honey in my freshly buttered pussy. Immediately this pulling and tingling in my pelvic region developed again. I took the second finger, my thumb stroked over my little bee, which immediately became hard. I got a soft moan. My pelvis twitched forward and wanted the invaders deeper inside. No!

I just pulled myself together and grabbed Sven's razor. Courageously I started and removed the remaining hair and stubbles. I remove the remaining foam with a damp cloth. Only I was shaved clean as a whistle. I haven't had that in a long time. But I was really very pleased with the result.

Smiling and satisfied I got into the tub and washed myself thoroughly. Then I dried myself, put on my bathrobe and went back into the bedroom. "Get up, lazybones," I woke Sven. "Dinner's waiting and then I want to go dancing"! Sven came up sleepy and trotted into the bathroom. I hurried to put some clothes on. My choice fell on a half-length summer dress and black lace underwear.

When Sven came back from the bathroom, I was already dressed, made up and had my hair done. Sven was surprised, but then hurried as well.

Dinner was delicious. Finally we had time for each other again. No work, no stress. The sweet red wine and the atmosphere let my thoughts wander.

All of a sudden, memories came up of our first dates, our first dinner, our first sex. You never forget something like that. At that time Sven was a real daredevil, a party lion, but also courteous and charming. He was flirting with me and complimenting me. To cut a long story short, I was over the moon with him.

Our first time was on our way home from the cinema. We went to a pizzeria first, then to the movies. Big Mom House. From today's point of view, it's a silly film. But hey, I was 17 1/2. Then it happened - we had our first sex together.

The path led through the city park and past an orphaned playground at this time. Sven stopped and kissed me passionately. His tongue in my mouth became more and more demanding and dominant. He pushed me back slightly, pushed me against a stone ping-pong table. Such an ugly piece of concrete.

I felt his hands sliding under my top. Then Sven bravely grabbed me by the hips and sat me down on the cool plate. He kissed wildly and pushed my upper body back.

I felt his hands on my chest, breathing heavily. He pushed my bra up and massaged my fat girls. Even then my nipples became hard very quickly and he played tenderly on them. I moaned softly in his mouth. One of his hands slipped down my side to my legs. I felt him putting it on my thigh and tried to push the skirt upwards.

Sven slipped over my knees, over my thighs. I could feel the evening air on my naked thighs. I moaned a helpless "not" between his kisses, but he just didn't listen to me. After the disturbing skirt was pushed up, Sven stepped between my legs. I opened it with little resistance. I felt his swelling manhood on my lap while he continued to kiss me passionately.

His cheeky hand slipped from the thigh onto the thin fabric of my panties and carefully felt my labia while the other hand played on my tits. My moaning became more intense, I felt heat and wetness between my thighs. My desire grew with every moment. Suddenly he slipped his head to my chest. He pushed my top up while he started sucking on my stiff nipples.

The hand at my honey cleft strengthened the pressure, the fingers pressed slightly against the fabric and rubbed the meanwhile swollen clitoris. His head stroked over my stomach between my thighs, admittedly already bulging at the time. Sven kissed the wet fabric between my legs. He stepped back and pulled the panties off my body with a skilful movement.

Immediately he pressed his face on the wet pussy in front of him and began to suck and lick my pearl. Meanwhile, a finger purposefully penetrated my trembling cunt. That was too much - I rebelled and cried with relish when it came to me. For the first time a man had kissed my pussy. Sven was not my first sexual partner, but the first one who made it with my tongue. And it felt like heaven!

A hurricane of lust raged in my pool. While I had to struggle with these new sensations, Sven had opened his pants unnoticed and pulled out his stiff cock. My pelvis twitched wildly back and forth. Sven came up with his smeared face and kissed me.

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