The German on East St.

An unlikely friendship between a neo Nazi and minority.

I’ve been here before, yet I’ll get to the story anyway-

These events happened around middle 2021, July.
I was about a year or so into committing sexual acts with my dog, Damien. The usual at home, basement, in the bathroom, and on the walking trail. It wasn’t just my dog and I doing things together.
I had known this man, Mr. Dietrich since I was 12 years old and he was 20 when we met. For more context, we had met on Instagram after posting so much about village life on Instagram which caught his attention, talked for awhile until he shows up in my town one day on a vista to work at one of the local businesses.
I wasn’t supervised very much as a younger kid, so I had a bunch of freedom because my parents trusted me unlike the other teenagers my age at school. (Dealing weed off older graduates and adults, having sex, etc.)

Anyway, I saw Dietrich around, working somewhere I went to often which he saw me. Causal conversation and I was a tad shocked he showed up here but it was fine for a few months. Never told mom about him.
Anyway, straight to the get-go, Y’know me and Damien going at it in our usual spot, great stuff- (a previous story of mine)
I’m not going into complete detail as I just want to get into it.
I was 15 years old in 2021, so this happened when I was experiencing with having sex with my dog, moaning softly into my arm as I lowered my ass for Damien to pleasure me more and finish up our seventh round, I was partially naked too since it was warm enough to get nude. Now, I’m a chubby girl, not fat but I’d think I’m curvy on the hips and a C cup at most, so I was conscious enough to video and photograph my things with Damien. After he came some more, I felt it was time to end it there as I shifted my body onto my back, spreading my legs as I used my fingers to spread my lips for up, feeling Damien’s hot tongue hit my clit and cleaning me up before I urged him to come lick the peanut butter off my breasts.
This went on for nearly two hours since I was home alone for the entire day and it was only 1pm and my mom didn’t get home til’ 5-6pm.
I admit, it’s addicting and it made me climax in minutes each time until I was sore.
However, just when I was about to stop, I noticed a man standing with his two hands in pocket and he was staring at me. Embarrassed, I covered myself and slowly packed my things up til’ I realized it was Mr. Dietrich. He didn’t say anything but come up to me and my dog, saying it’s nothing to be ashamed of and apologized for looking at me.
He helped me get dressed and chuckled when he seen how wet my panties were.

“I have never thought I’d witness it in person.” He said to me, his German accent was pretty light, sounding like it’d been fading overtime after speaking English for nearly 6 years. My burned up again as I sat on the ground with Damien, petting him, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for anyone to see that and it’s wrong.” I replied, expecting him to call 911 in front of me but instead, he pulled me up, walking me and my dog into the trail way more as we got to know each other in person now that we were together. What seemed genuine turned sensual when he noticed the way I was looking at him.
In 2021, I was 15 and he was 23. Eight years older. To make it clear, here’s some context— I had always liked him, typical internet crush thing. Spent our internet years playing War Thunder together, GTA V, voice chat, and shared interests in music; opera, ballet, traditional German culture, etc.
Mr. Dietrich told me I was probably the most white-like Native American he’d ever seen, and for a Neo N*zi, I took that as a compliment. Although I’m sure he wasn’t really one if he was hanging out/ talking with me, but he openly praised and other things lol

We eventually kissed on the spot where he brushed my bangs out of my face and examined my features before diving in. To my shock, I slapped him out but he came again, pressing his lips onto mine.
“Open your mouth, open it.” He ordered, biting my lower lip to which I obeyed and tasted blood shortly after. Damien watched us, wagging his tail and sat down, not doing much.
Mr. Dietrich grabbed the back of my hair, forcing me to look up at him as I stayed frozen. I cried because I was scared.
I felt his hands run all over my body over my clothes, curving out my figure before unbuttoning my thin trench coat, tossing it to the side and soon my short sleeved dress shirt, stuffing his hands to cup my tits as he pulled me against him and kept touching me.
I didn’t expect it, to be honest and the friendly image of him in my head was shattered.
Soon enough, Dietrich had pulled up my skirt, going into my panties and tried to finger me once I closed my legs together, begging him to stop while my dog laid down, still doing nothing- For most who’ll read this, Why didn’t I want him to fuck me? For one, he may not have protection and two, he came onto me out of nowhere.
I wore a dark purple-thin trench coat for how windy the trail can be, white short sleeved dress shirt, a black skirt that reached below my knees, a thong, dark red socks that were up to my ankles and black Mary janes. That’s a weird outfit, I know and I didn’t plan on going to trail yet did anyway, but I dress like it’s 1930-1940 because I love the fashion. My clothing choices were also influenced off Nanno from this show called “Girl from nowhere.” Rural european village women, other traditional things.

Dietrich stopped for a moment, taking a look at me and spoke German that I didn’t understand and laughing at my reaction as he gently rubbed his finger over my clit. I leaned slightly over and watched him, trying not to make a sound but gave in because it felt good and it was more passionate than my dog, taking the time for me to savour the feeling, allowing myself to reaction to his movements that turned to small circle movements around my pussy than inserting two fingers inside, making a curved movement feeling that arose more reaction from me, holding onto his arm that kept me against him. My eyes were closed, so I wouldn’t be able to describe very much and my dog seemed to be engaged with the situation, yet I could hear him chuckling at me as he went to lean against a tree with me in his arms, still fingering my pussy before it came to a stop,
I stopped my sounds, looking at him over my shoulder with a guilty look as I heard him undo his belt.
“I can stop here, if you want, hm?” He breathed.

He didn’t stop as my curiosity got the best of me, turning around to face him while he grabbed my hips, levelling himself to my level and rubbed his dick between my lips gently, still reminding me that it can end. Still in shock, I only looked and observed his actions as it didn’t feel real.
I moved my hips towards him, whimpering quietly to myself. I knew I what I was doing, it was merely my thoughts consuming me.
He pulled me into a kiss again, this time I let his tongue inside my mouth, feeling it explore my teeth, roof, and fight my tongue. I had never kissed before, I wasn’t great at it.
Eventually, I picked up the pace with my hips, whispering to him in German since he taught me when I was 13, pleading for him to go further and saying I was scared to which he smiled, reassuring me as he pulled away, taking off his coat and used it as a blanket for us to sit us.
First, he sat and then I made myself comfortable on his lap, I was going to ride my first cock, listening to him guide me while taking deep breaths to calm myself for it. He’d push my hips down, I’d stop and ask for a few seconds before he got impatient and forced me to go down on him.
A human cock is much bigger than a dog’s. Longer, thicker and I felt like my body was splitting into two from the pain that shot through my pelvis. Tears welded in my eyes, giving him a sob before he rubs his hand over my pussy, apologizing and began moving my body for me, making me go up and down gently. This felt so much better than a dog, honestly, the best. My hands rested on his shoulders, starting to ride him on my own at my own pace with blissful sounds coming out of me.
Mr. Dietrich noticed my face, making me look at him and kiss me once more, moving towards my neck more as I fastened my pace, trying to shove it deeper inside. Even if it hurt and I was slightly bleeding. I didn’t care, I just knew I wanted to experience and this was my first time:
My dog had laid down, wagging his tail while I was busy riding some German, moaning German gibberish and crying.
I’m pretty sure I climaxed quickly from that, too and he pulled out, urging me to get on my knees and proceeded to get behind me after shoving my skirt up and in again, this time more gentle as I lowered my upper body onto the ground and cried like a little bitch about the whole thing.
It felt like forever, yet I already seen him stop and stay there for a few seconds before pulling out, seemingly laughing at me while he pulled his pants back on and sat against the tree, petting my dog while I joined him, very much still embarrassed about the whole thing as he asks, “You didn’t think I could get a visa?”
In all honesty, I had no idea he even got one.

After that, he walked me home and layer bought me a few pregnancy tests, even offering for an abortion if needed. Luckily I was fine-

For awhile, we didn’t talk about our first encounter, instead continuing seeing each other on my walks with my dog, that Dietrich assisted me in, but we only sticked to kissing and left the rest for my dog. These were lasted for about 6 months later.

Now, eventually this all led up to a point where I began going to his house. Alone.
Things were normal with the usual talk over tea and dinner, but shortly- he began showing me his sewing skills and little projects that I thought were cute and awesome. Y’all know where this was going.

He had sewn a Nazi uniform. Although beautifully stitched, amazing attention to detail and striking colours.. I almost had a stroke. I remember going to the mannequin and gently running my fingers over the stitching and texture of the fabric before turning back to him and saying, “you’re not serious? What the hell.” I laughed, which quickly faded when I seen his expression was stern, “I am, this is my best work.” He said, placing our glasses down and coming over to show me more of the uniform. (Medals passed down from actual former Nazi family members)
After that, I sat down at his desk to drink my Pepsi, he began rubbing my shoulders as he whispered, “I am not blind to what goes on in your head,” he peered over my shoulder, “What makes you think this life is so beneath you? You have a roof over your head, food on your plate, and a family. I’ve seen the things you’ve done, in private. When you believe no one is watching. You think I, or anyone won’t notice?”

I was confused, yet it clicked. I’ll admit, I’ve always had a thing for military men, despite the reality of them. Ever since I was 12, I had always admired the German uniforms and aesthetic in the years 1933-1945, and only that— not for the other things. Even at that young age, I wanted to know what sex was like and often liked the idea of being thrown around and used, even enjoying the company of older men. Dietrich knew. I had told him I loved him when I was 13 and he never turned or distanced himself from me, he always stayed, even though I know he perhaps only stays because I want what he wants, and only that.

My face burned, I surely must’ve look like a true red skin in the moment, nervously chuckling as I glanced over at the uniform, then at him as he kissed my cheek.

I ran out of time, so I’ll have to continue this later-

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