Horny Butcher Violet

I met Violet on a part-time job in a shopping center, where she had worked in the meat sector for a few years. She was a handsome brunette with a sexy figure, and she was as old as I was, and she was single. Her fellow butchers teased her a lot, and she enjoyed their inappropriate hints a lot. She often answered them, embarrassing them.

During the lunch break we talked and we both caught each other's eye, so we agreed to go for coffee after work. I couldn't wait. Violet was really a cat and I started to imagine what it could be like with her. I undressed her with my eyes, and maybe she recognized it for me, because she told me to straighten the meat on the shelf correctly and not confuse it.

After work, I waited impatiently for her, and when, after a while, she came dressed in a skirt, I thought I might kick her around the first corner. She suggested that we go for a walk in a nearby grove. It was early evening and it was slowly getting dark. I agreed. When we got to a remote place, she told me that she was a nymphomaniac and that she wanted me to do it there.

The words excited me so much that I didn't hesitate for a moment. Violet leaned her back against the tree. I rolled up her skirt and grabbed her ass tightly. I pushed back her panties and ran my finger over her pussy. It was all wet, but I teased it with my finger for a while longer. She was eager and told me to fuck her. I listened to her, and in a moment I stabbed my cock into her.

I ran the entire length of my cock into her and a long moan came out of her mouth. I began to move slowly in her, and she pounded her ass against me. It was quite exciting and Violet was getting louder and louder. Shouts and vulgar words came out of her mouth with each blow. I couldn't stand it for long and made it into her hungry pussy.

When she recognized it, she told me that she hadn't really enjoyed it yet and that she wanted it one more time. I continued to get her pussy and noticed that Violet was irritating her cunt with her hand. Her orgasm was fast approaching and I squirted into her once more.

The next day at work, I heard something as colleagues whispering about some nymphomaniac and who she had last done with. I didn't know who the guys were talking about. But when I went to a snack, I saw her disappear to the toilet with one butcher. At that moment, it was clear to me that this nymphomaniac might already have all the guys in our department.