Hi everyone, my name is Georgia and this is the imprint of my first love story. I was born and raised in Germany but my parents are Greek migrants. I never had any integration problems and because I was raised in a town almost totally migrant free all my friend are Germans. I love Germany so much I wouldn't want to live anywhere else. Having that said I never liked Nationalists and even more their racist tumbling, the Neo-nazis. So it may sound strange that I end up in bed with one of them.
His name was Dieter and he was a year older than me. I had a crash for him for years and that didn't stop even when I learned that he spoke badly against people like me. I had seen him in marches with his equally minded friends holding banners and screaming racist slogans but I always gave him the benefit of the doubt. I had decided not to make an effort to get to know him and restricted myself to fantasizing him.
It was end of June when with a girlfriend and her boyfriends I went in a club opening. He was there too with some of his friend's but better dressed (not looking like neonazies).
Normally I was shy with guys but with him I felt like knowing him for years and we hit it up immediately. We made eye contact and smiled to each other and not long ago we found ourselves drinking and chatting.
His different dressing and positive attitude made me feel at ease with him.
I didn't told him my real name and because I don't have an accent he never suspected anything about my migrant background. He was making progress very fast with me and that got him very excited. Of course he didn't know I wanted him for years and I offered no resistance. Soon enough we went aside kissing and hugging passionately. When he asked me to follow him in the men's room I didn't hesitate to say yes. We locked ourselves in a booth and started having sex. I never thought I could be doing anything wrong. I pooled his pants down and took his cock in my mouth where he grew pretty big. And it was going to get better; I placed a condom on him and sucked him again. When his cock got very hard he hurried to fuck me like there was no tomorrow. He pinned me up against the wall and started fucking. My pants were on my knees and his dick was deep inside my pussy. He had one hand under my blouse rubbing my nipples and the other on my clit rubbing hard. After that he took me out of the toilets discreetly and we exchanged our mobile numbers. I told him that it was the best fuck I had in my life and that I wanted to see him again.
My friend who had seen what went down she asked me if I knew who he was and what he was. She was German and didn't like his affiliations and insisted not to see him anymore or at least to be only for fucking.
The next day I called him and he invite me come over. He was living with his dad but basically he was living alone. His dad was a trucker and he was gone for weeks. I went to his room to undress and I saw that he had two big banners with neo-Nazi symbols on the walls. He came in the room and saw me in his bed naked, playing with my pussy. His cock reacted on it's own going up and down.
We went under the covers because the house was cold. I wanted some cuddling but his cock was very hard and he couldn't wait.
Before we go I asked him if his father approved of his banners. “Why wouldn't he” he answered and jumped on top off me. We didn't need foreplay he sank his cock inside me and we fucked hard. This was so much better than the first time. I could feel all of his warm body against mine moving and driving his cock in and out of my pussy.
I don't know why I told him everything that day, maybe I was looking for drama or excitement. I was lying next to him when I told him the truth about me, my real name and that I had a crush on him. He was surprised but he tried not to saw it. He told me he was just going to fuck me so he didn't have a problem seeing me.
His cock was hard again and making a tent of the blanket. He massaged his cock and told me to go down on him and pushed my head down. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him until he finished in.
It turned out that Dieter always had time to see me. But the second time was close to be our last. He was too violent with way to much slapping and hair pooling something I didn't enjoy at all. I called him the next day and made it clear to him to take it easy next time or else It would be the last. Apparently he didn't want me to go cause his behavior was not so violent.
When we started to see each other regularly apart from the lover relationship there was also a growing servant-master and a husband-wife relationship as well.
He used to say that his cock was my master and I was to strip naked the moment I entered his house, kiss his cock to show my submission and do any house work he wanted with my body naked or half naked. Sex happened at any time and in any way he wanted. When I wanted sex I had to come on my knee and beg him for it and he would make me kiss the swastika on his chest and only then we would fuck.
I don't know if he believed the things he said and done or if it was sexual play. For a 19year old man he was very aware of his behavior and didn't just treated me like a sex object and as a servant but he often reminded me why it was like that.
Some times while having sex he would make me admit that I was a prostitute or a slut and things I really wasn't. Personally I didn't have a problem with all these because I took them as sexual play. The only time I got scared was at the beginning of our relationship on the second or third month. I was at his place and he told me wanted to try something new. He tied me face down to his bed wearing only my panties and wrote vile and provocative words on my body. Then he told me that he would ejaculate on me and then he would take pictures and send them to my parents so they could see what I really was. He continued playing with me despite my pleads and he pretended calling his friends and acted out a conversation telling them what whore I was. Finally he started to do anal sex to me and I was almost grateful that he would only do that. When he untied me we had a huge fight and I didn't visited him again for three weeks.
That wasn't the end of us. I continued to see him for a year and a half before we ended very civilized which was another I really didn't expect from him. I think I grew into him, because I had priority in his life and I have to admit it, sometimes I miss him too.