Vienna was new to us. Four friends on a concert trip, drunk on music, wine, and the electric pull of a foreign city brimming with possibilities. By chance, we stumbled upon the SMart Café in the 6th district – a dark, wicked place that practically oozed lust from its walls.
We had barely taken our seats when I noticed him: a Mediterranean-looking guy with dark hair, intense brown eyes, and a partially unbuttoned white shirt that clung to his broad shoulders, hinting at the muscles underneath. A petite woman sat next to him – but his eyes were glued to me, boldly and shamelessly.
As I tried to focus on my drink, soft moans floated in from the back of the bar. A couple was going at it – raw and uninhibited – in full view of everyone.
The sight – so primal, so loud, so completely unashamed – made my skin tingle and my pussy start to soak.
And then I felt his gaze. Hot. Demanding. Piercing.
I looked up slowly – and there he was, staring at me like he’d already stripped me naked in his mind.
His dark eyes roamed over my thighs, lingered on my breasts, brushed across my lips – as if touching me without ever laying a finger. I felt my skin burn under his stare, and between my legs, a deep, pulsing heat began to build.
His girlfriend tensed beside him. She saw it too – that raw hunger in his eyes – and her expression turned to stone.
Fuck from across the room
He played with me shamelessly while she tried, in vain, to reclaim his attention.
He traced a finger slowly around the rim of his beer glass, licked his lips casually, and stared at me with an intensity that sent my pulse racing.
I deliberately crossed my legs, letting my skirt slide up – dangerously high.
His grin widened. His eyes sparkled. He soaked in every filthy detail.
The tension between us became unbearable. His girlfriend couldn’t stand the humiliation any longer. She hissed something bitter, spat a stream of angry words, grabbed her bag, and stormed out.
He followed her – briefly – but came back just minutes later, alone, as if nothing had happened.
And when his eyes found mine again, they were darker. More urgent. Undeniably clear.
His hand around my throat – and I was his
I had just come back from the bathroom when he suddenly stood in front of me.
Our eyes met – deep, lustful, electric.
He reached for my hand and pulled me toward him with a confidence that allowed no resistance.
I paused, turned to face him – my heart pounding wildly.
Without a word, he placed his hand on my throat. Firm. Commanding. Just tight enough to take a bit of my breath – enough to make me dizzy, but not afraid.
In one sudden motion, he slammed me against the wall.
My back hit the cold surface, and his body pressed hard into mine.
I felt his heat, his raw strength – and the rock-hard bulge in his pants grinding against my lower belly.
A hot, forbidden tremor ran through me.
He gave me no time to think – his lips crashed onto mine, hungry, possessive, devouring.
His grip on my neck tightened briefly, while his other hand grabbed my ass, squeezing as if testing how soft I was under his grip.
I moaned softly against his lips and gave in – body and mind – to this merciless dominance that consumed me entirely. I was his.
Then he pulled away slightly, his breath hot against my skin, and nodded toward the back of the bar – where the moaning couple was still lost in their lust.
And they weren’t alone.
In the dim light, more couples had gathered – fucking without shame, licking, grinding, moaning.
The air was thick with heat, heavy with the sharp scent of sex, sweat, and desire.
It was raw. Animalistic. And so obscenely arousing.
Without another word, he took my hand and led me to the place where everything seemed allowed.
Soaked, greedy, helpless
Barely out of view, he hiked up my skirt, pushed my panties aside, and slid two fingers deep into my dripping pussy.
A filthy moan escaped my throat as I bucked against his hand – wanting more, deeper, harder.
He finger-fucked me – fast, relentless, without mercy.
My juices spilled down my thighs, dripping onto the floor.
He worked me like a machine – I was out of control, helpless, my body completely at the mercy of his hand.
Then he pulled his fingers out of my soaked cunt, looked at them with lust – glistening with my arousal – and licked them clean like they were the finest, dirtiest wine.
He smeared his wet fingers over my lips and pushed them into my mouth.
I opened willingly, sucked them clean, tasting myself – salty, hot, filthy and intoxicating.
As I sucked his fingers, I fumbled with his belt, freeing his hard, throbbing cock.
My mouth. His cock. Deep and dirty
His cock sprang out – thick, hot, and swollen with desire.
He was big – just the way I like it. The sight of him made me even wetter.
I spat in my hand, let it drip slowly down my fingers, then wrapped them tightly around his shaft.
He twitched in my grip – hot and alive.
While stroking him slowly, I leaned up and kissed him – wild, hungry, lost in need.
I rubbed his cock with my hand, felt him grow even harder as our tongues tangled and fought.
He groaned against my lips.
His body tensed. He grabbed the back of my neck and held me there.
It was raw. Shameless. Pure fucking lust.
Then I slipped from his grip, looked up at him, and sank to my knees.
I didn’t stop stroking him as I licked his thick, glistening head.
I tasted the first drops of salty pre-cum on my tongue.
A low moan escaped me as I opened my mouth and slowly took him in.
My spit dripped messily down his cock as I slurped him deep into my throat.
He grabbed my hair tighter and began to fuck my mouth – slow at first, then deeper, harder.
His cock slammed into my throat. I gagged, opened wider, took him even deeper.
He moaned, rough and urgent, his fingers tangled in my hair as I sucked him toward the edge.
With a sharp jerk, he came – his hot cum shooting straight down my throat.
I swallowed every drop, didn’t let a single one escape, licking him gently until his trembling body finally calmed.
I licked his cock clean one last time – never breaking eye contact.
Vienna – the city where lust knows no shame
I let his softening cock slide slowly out of my mouth, then gave its tip one last teasing lick.
His taste still clung to my tongue – hot, salty, sinful.
My lips glistened with our lust.
I stood up slowly, never taking my eyes off his dark, hungry stare.
He grabbed my hips, pulled me into a final, rough kiss – wild, raw, urgent – as if he wanted to memorize the taste of me.
There I stood – my heart racing, my pussy dripping, my lips still wet with him – right in the middle of Vienna.
A city that was more than just a backdrop.
A city where dark desires come alive.
Where every forbidden fantasy and secret craving is within reach.
Here, in the city where lust knows no shame, sins aren’t just imagined – they’re lived. Shamelessly. Completely.
