Josephine snuggled closer, her head resting on my shoulder, the firm mounds of her breasts pressing against my ribs. The fingers of her left hand combed through my chest hair, then drifted lower to wrap, around my slowly softening erection, still slick with our combined juices. Her leg was thrown across my thighs, and I felt the slight prickle from her groin as she pressed her still swollen clit against my hip later, I would help her shave away the pubic stubble, making certain her pussy was as smooth as the rest of her curvaceous body. From experience, I knew that would precipitate another bout of bed sports like the one that had just caused us to spend the entire afternoon in her ground floor apartment and had left us satisfied and drained . . . almost. For Josie, as she preferred to be called, there was no such thing as too much sex. And sex with her was fantastic! Meeting her had been the high point of my extended vacation in Germany and very possibly the high point of my life.
Gazing down at her exotic, almost feline features, I saw the mischievous smile that signaled she was thinking again, and knowing Josie, those thoughts were undoubtedly licentious in nature. She d worn the same expression on the night we met in a disco frequented by students of the university she attended part time. Josie had pegged me as an American and wasted no time in making my acquaintance. It seemed that she regarded me as something of a novelty, and during our initial conversation she stated as much.
Then, without warning, she said, I ve never been with an American who could keep up with me in bed. It was a challenge, and an invitation, if I ve ever heard one and it wasn t my sense of national pride that motivated me to pick up the gauntlet. This blonde haired, blue eyed fr ulein was a world class prize, a totally desirable Teutonic temptress, and I wanted my shot with her, even if I ended up disgracing the manhood of the good ol U.S. of A. by the dawn s early light.
Within an hour we were at her apartment, and when the morning after finally arrived, we lay sprawled across her bed in a sweaty tangle of sexually sated nakedness.
Don t think, she told me, that you re going to move in with me. But I suppose you can stay here for a day or two. That was five weeks ago.
So what are you thinking? I asked, kissing her lightly on the end of her nose. Something wicked, no doubt.
She giggled. You ll be going back to America soon . . . Too soon, I thought. . . . and then I won t have a chance to ask you, but I ve been wondering . . . She lowered her mouth over the full length of my cock, taking it all, allowing the head to slide down her throat, and then sucked hard as she pulled it from between her tightly circled lips. What s your deepest, hottest fantasy?
My favorite fantasy? Was that all? I d expected her to ask whether I had a girlfriend in that States, and I would have had to admit to having at least one, since she wouldn t have been likely to believe otherwise. But discussing fantasies could be treading on dangerous ground.
Oh, you don t want to hear about that. Besides, we ve already acted out most of them. This was true. Josie loved sex and, typical of the younger generation of Germans, was very open minded on the subject and willing to try almost anything once. In the past weeks we d role played, smeared each other with whipped cream and chocolate syrup and experimented with light bondage and discipline. We d made love in the shower, in the forest along the Volksmarch trail and in the ruins of an ancient castle, and we d even scored a quickie on a shadowy doorway along one of her town s busiest streets. Each libidinous adventure we d shared had been wild and exciting, and I had a hard time conceiving of the idea that it would get any better.
Come on now. Surely there s something you ve always wanted to do. You do have an imagination, don t you? She sat up, crossing her legs and arms in front of her. I m not doing anything more until you tell me.
Okay. You win! I guess I ve always thought it would be sort of cool to be a gigolo.
Gigolo? She tilted her head to one side and arched an eyebrow. What is a gigolo?
You know, a guy who provides certain intimate services to lonely women . . . for a price.
You mean like a prostitute, she said with a sly smile. And just how much would you charge?
About a thousand deutsche marks.
A thousand! she squealed with mock indignation. I don t think you re worth it!
Don t worry. I pulled her down onto the bed and deftly slid my resurrected hardness into her steaming center. I won t charge you a single pfennig. After all, you re my business manager. Josie gasped as I sank my full length into her, and she wrapped her arms and legs around me.
You mean I m your pimp, don t you? Her tongue delved into my ear momentarily, then she caught the lobe between her teeth and bit lightly. That means I get a percentage. A big percentage, right?
Sure, sure, thirty percent.
I don t think so, lover. Try fifty fifty.
Looking up at me with passion glazed eyes, Josie smiled and slid her hands over to my buttocks and dug her fingernails into my flesh, pulling me deeper into her hungry cunt. And if you don t get busy and fuck me like you mean it, I ll take seventy percent and leave you with thirty.
You drive a hard bargain, I laughed.
That s right. You just make sure you drive a hard cock.
Two days later Josie announced that she needed to spend an evening at the gasthaus where she sometimes worked as a waitress and relief bartender. But fist we re going out to dinner with Carla, a friend of mine from the University. I m sure the two of you will get along very well.
The restaurant proved to be an exclusive establishment in the city s trendy old quarter. Josie suggested we wait outside for her friend, since the concierge would probably give us a hard time unless she was with us.
This place looks expensive, I said, wondering if they took American Express.
Don t worry, Josie assured me. We re Carla s guests tonight.
And she s a student? Daddy must be loaded. My comment apparently amused my petite blonde companion, because it was almost a minute before she stopped giggling and composed herself enough to answer, Yes, it s something like that. Oh, look, there she is now! Josie waved to a girl who had just pulled up in a brand new black Mercedes sports coup. After parking, Carla stepped from the car and I got my first good look at her, one that left me wanting to see more.
From the clothing she wore, I reasoned that daddy must be one of the richest men in the city, if not all of Germany. But even had she been a relative pauper like the rest of us, she d still have been fashion model gorgeous. Carla was a few inches taller and slightly more well endowed on top than Josie, a fact amply displayed by the low cut dress she wore. In contrast to Josie s pageboy style blondeness, Carla s long silky hair was the hue of ebony and her eyes were deep brown.
After introductions, the two friends chatted in the Bavarian dialect instead of high German, the gist of which I could usually follow. Apparently, Carla spoke almost no English, so even polite, generic questions like Are you enjoying your stay in our country? and the subsequent replies were translated through Josie. But before the main course arrived, I had the distinct impression that there was a lot being said concerning me that wasn t being translated.
After dessert, Josie announced that she had to be getting to work, then she threw me a completely unexpected curve. But there s no sense in you sitting in my apartment all by yourself. Stay with Carla and have fun. She ll bring you home later. With that, she kissed me and was out the door before I could register any possible protest.
Evidently, Carla had a full evening planned, and for a few hours we made the rounds of the local discos and jazz clubs. I was enjoying myself, for not only was I in the company of a stunningly beautiful woman, but I was also seeing places tourists never did. The last club we stopped at was definitely one that had been omitted from the guidebooks.
I should have suspected something when, upon entering the outer foyer, we were given masks and required to put them on before proceeding. The reason for the enforced anonymity of patrons became obvious as soon as I got a look at the floor show. I suppose one could say that this was a strip club, though there were some differences between it and the ones I d been to previously. First, the other clubs didn t have both male and female strippers on stage at the same time. Second, in this club the assorted dancers ended their routines by fucking the hell out of each other, live on center stage.
In the hour we spent there, we saw men with women, men with men, women with women, threesomes, foursomes and even moresomes. Judging from the way she was breathing heavily and fidgeting in her chair, it was a good thing that audience participation was verboten or Carla might be in the middle of things, and I would have been literally right behind her, pumping her doggy style.
Our eyes met and a minute later we were out the door, in her car, and Carla was violating every posted speed regulation in her haste. We were both super heated, and there was only one way to cool down before we exploded. Though she very sensibly wouldn t let me touch her as we careened through the darkened streets, she almost pulled my arm out of joint once we reached a hotel. At the time I didn t question the fact that she had already rented a room for the night, obviously having done so before coming to dinner with Josie and me.
Josie. I knew I was going to hate myself in the morning for what was doubtlessly going to happen, and I should have halted then and there. But once inside the room, Carla turned and attacked me in a passionate frenzy of kissing, groping and caressing, and it was too late. Josie was temporarily forgotten and my only thought was to have this sexy brunette writhing and moaning beneath me, impaled on my throbbing cock, and to fill her cunt with the heavy load of come that I felt churning in my balls.
In less than a minute the last article of our clothing hit the floor, and Carla seemed both startled and delighted at the sight of my rock hard erection, as if it had been ages since she d seen one. As for her, seeing her gloriously nude made my mind spin. Just below the delicate fragrance of her imported perfume, I detected the scent of her arousal. She was hot, ready and totally willing to be taken, so I swept her into my arms, carried her to the bed and lowered her gently onto the cool, crisp sheets. Without taking her eyes off my cock she ran her hands over her body, squeezing her firm, heavy breasts together and pinching her already erect nipples. Then she thrust her long, finely tapered fingers into the lush, night dark tangle at the junction of her slender thighs.
As I climbed onto the bed she tried to pull me down and guide my cock into her, but I had other ideas. At that moment, before and above anything else, I wanted to taste her, and once she realized what I intended, Carla had no objections. I took her clit between my lips and sucked on it, gently at first, then harder.
The musky aroma of her pussy and the little moans and yelps of pleasure she gave whenever my tongue grazed a particularly sensitive spot had an intoxicating effect that had me flying miles higher than the drinks we had consumed earlier. While my mouth was busy at her delicious vagina, my hands roamed over every inch of her succulent body. There would probably be hell to pay when I got back to Josie s place, but at the time I didn t care. In fact, the forbidden nature of what her friend and I were enjoying only served to make it more exciting.
Carla s legs were trembling and she arched her pelvis off the mattress. As she clawed at my shoulders and forced her crotch against my face, she began to whisper the words I recognized from my love bouts with Josie as the German equivalent of Fuck me! Her body began to shake and her pussy seemed to clamp around my questing tongue as the first of many orgasms took full possession of her senses.
That was my signal, and in a flash I was scrambling up to put my cock where it would do both of us the most good. It was almost unbelievable how tight Carla was and I hesitated, afraid that I might hurt her if I rammed in the way I wanted to. But apparently that was precisely what she wanted, because she jammed her hips against mine and drove my entire length into her steamy center. If that was what she wanted, I was more than happy to oblige. I began to hammer in and out of her like a horny sailor on his first shore leave after a year at sea.
Our bodies were dripping with perspiration, and we thrashed and rolled about on the bed like animals in heat. Somehow I ended up on the bottom, grasping Carla s slender hips while she rode me as if I was her prize stallion. Her head was thrown back in wild abandon, and her ample breasts bounced in time with the rhythm of the wet, slapping sounds of our pelvises slamming together. Suddenly, Carla stiffened and grabbed her breast with one hand while shoving the other into her black muff to strum her swollen clit. Her eyes were clamped shut and her glistening lips were parted in a silent scream of joy. As her body began to vibrate above me, her humid channel clamped around my dick like a hand. That was all it took. I stabbed into her one last time and came, my hot come gushing out to fill her to overflowing as she shuddered with a soul wrenching orgasm of her own.
It was well past dawn when Carla dropped me off at Josie s apartment, and as I turned the spare key that she had given me, I steeled myself to face the music. She woke up slowly as I entered the bedroom, and the sheets fell away from her appealing form as she stretched and yawned.
So, how was she? Josie asked, giving me a sleepy smile. I felt like a real scumball. Screwing her girlfriend was a pretty sorry way to show my thanks for all the things Josie had done for me.
I ll just get my stuff and get out of here, I said. I don t blame you for being mad.
Mad? She stretched again and got out of bed. Padding barefooted across the cold tile floor, she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. Why should I be mad?
Well . . . I did spend the night with Carla.
Yes, I know. I want to hear all about it. Why don t you get undressed and come to bed. It s too early to be up yet.
Wait a minute. I pulled away so I could see her face. Either she was a far better actress than I gave her credit for, or she truly wasn t upset. Or maybe she didn t actually realize what had transpired. You do understand what happened, don t you? She laughed and hugged me.
Silly boy. Of course I do. Who do you think set it all up? And that reminds me . . . Josie rummaged through her purse for a few seconds and then handed me a small roll of 100 deutsche mark notes. There s your fifty percent. Five hundred. You did give Carla her money s worth, didn t you? Giggling she added, Is there anything left for me to do, or do you need to rest first?
You . . . you pimped me off!
Well, wasn t that what you wanted? You said it was your fantasy.
I began to say something, even though I didn t know what I was about to say, when Josie giggled again.
I didn t pimp you off. That s my money. Actually, Josie continued, when I asked you, I thought you d say that it was your fantasy to make love to two women at one time.
And that would ve been a no go, right? I said.
Not really. It might be fun, especially with Carla. She slipped back into the bed and patted the mattress next to her. Once again she was wearing that mischievous smile. Why don t you come to bed and convince me that you could handle the two of us, and then we ll see . . .