Cute Girls

Chapter 1 – Daniel finds out just how good a friend he has.

“A man walks into a bar, wearing…”

Sounds like the start of any one of a thousand jokes, right? Bear with me. It ain’t a joke.

A man walks into a bar, wearing what looks like boxer’s tapes on his hands. There’s a round of applause, some beer bottles raised in salutation, a parting of the ways as he moves to the counter, clearly embarrassed by his celebrity but nodding to well-wishers amiably. A beer awaits him when he gets there.

“It is on me.” says Sabine, a very pretty and very blonde young fraulein from Dusseldorf who’s in London for the summer.

“Better make it an OJ. I’m medicated.” Daniel slides onto a stool and rests his mittens on the brass rail along the bar. The rest of the room goes about its business and he relaxes. A couple of close friends form an impromptu cordon as they close around him to hear the full story and Sabine makes her way to this side of the counter and perches on the next stool along. Daniel’s met her for lunch or coffee a few times over the last month so she’s almost a girlfriend and definitely a friend and should be a part of this little group.

“It is a shame to waste this. Yah?” She takes a long pull on the opened but unclaimed Heineken.

“Got a straw?” Daniel makes a show of not being able to pick up his orange juice, prompting Sabine to hop off the stool, levitate a foot or so and stretch over the counter to reach the box of straws. Daniel almost gets caught looking at her ass.

“The news didn’t give many details. What did you do?” She holds his glass up to him so he can take a pull on the straw.

“What did I do? I let Chris talk me into taking him to Brixton to get some photos of Saturday’s rally. That’s what I did. It was more like bloody Beirut. The police were out in full-on riot gear and those guys from the Nation of Islam came prepared. When it kicked off, some young copper broke ranks to try and get Chris out of no-mans-land and got hit on the back by a petrol bomb. I got a bit singed patting the flames out” Daniel held up his bandaged hands to illustrate what ‘got a bit singed’ meant.

“The reporter said you saved that policeman’s life.”

“Dunno about that. He had a lot of colleagues close enough to help too. I was just nearest.”

“You should get a bleedin’ medal.” Suggested Chris, who’s finally arrived, bearing a framed 15×12 of “the money shot”. “This morning’s front page. I signed it for you too. See?”

“See!” sighed Daniel “I’m busy trying to put out a burning copper and this joker’s stood there taking my bloody picture.”

“Just being professional buddy.”

“Just being a tosser.”

“Professional. The ed wants to know when you’re going to submit some copy. He cobbled a few inches together from my notes to go with the headline but he wants you to do a personal account asap.”

“Yeah? Just as soon as I can type.” Daniel isn’t impressed with the idea.

“Dictate it. Seriously buddy, there’s a pay rise and maybe even promotion in this story. Fancy interviewing the copper? Docs say he’s gonna be ok and we can see him tomorrow.”

“Chris. FRORN”

“OK. But think about it. Ok?”

“Call me tomorrow. PM. Now get lost. I’ve got a girl here and you’re cramping my style.”

“Ok Buddy. Goodnight.” Chris puts the picture on the bar and leaves.

“You have a girl here?” Sabine asks, blue eyes twinkling at him.

“I can’t even hold my own glass so you’re going to have to stick with me all evening and, anyway, it’s about time we had a proper date.”

“A proper date? Are we going to go dancing later?”

“I’m not dressed for clubs but I’m sure there’s other things we can do.”

“Things like…?”

“Bobbing for apples?”

“Bobbing? This means…?”

“Sorry. I keep forgetting English isn’t your first language. Bobbing for apples is a game. You float apples in a big tub of water and take it in turns trying to pick them out using only your teeth.”

“Yes. We have this in Germany but it is only for children.”

“Lets just stick to dinner then. If you don’t mind feeding both of us.”

“I do not mind. When my… The father of my mother. In English this is?”

“Your grandfather”

“When my grandfather was old and his hands were not so still, I fed him also.”

“Careful. I’m not so old I can’t bite.” Daniel snaps his teeth like a turtle.

“Only apples I think.”

“Shall we get a table then? We’d better eat here since you’re still at work – officially at least.” He slips off the stool, offering Sabine a totally unnecessary elbow that she nonetheless hooks her arm through, and they stroll over to the counter by the door. “Ernesto, I’m keeping Sabine for the evening. Just put her on my bill. And can we have a table for two somewhere quiet?”

“Sure Dan. A table for two, but Sabine’s on the house.” Ernesto smiles like a Port Said pimp selling his kid sister. He doesn’t run a particularly tight ship and recruits most of his staff from a local model agency on the principle that pretty girls encourage single men to spend more freely, which may be non-PC but is nonetheless true. Anyway, the girls often need days off for photo-shoots or auditions so he’s generally overstaffed to cover the unplanned absences and to make sure the staff aren’t too busy to chat to customers and keep them in his bar or restaurant instead of going somewhere else to spend their money. This simple and laidback management strategy is making Ernesto wealthy with the minimum of stress or effort.

Sabine ordered spaghetti for two, which is going to be messy but fun to share.

“How long have you to wear those wrappings?”

“The bandages? A couple of weeks. They’ll have to be changed regularly though. I was supposed to stay in hospital a while longer as I can’t really fend for myself but I’d go crazy in there.”

“Fend for your self? Take care of yourself. Yah?”

“Yes. Baggy sweaters and jogging pants are pretty much the limit of my dressing ability and even that takes ages. I’ll go to Panos, my barber – hairdresser – every couple of days for a shampoo and shave ‘coz I can use the shower but I have to keep the bandages dry with plastic bags to put over them. It’s a case of standing there with my hands up, letting the power shower do all the work then sit around the bathroom until I dry naturally. Can’t hold a towel.”

“So difficult?”

“So difficult. I even have to sit down to pee.”

“That’s not such a big thing.” Sabine tries not to laugh.

“I suppose not. Here’s dinner”

They ate slowly and got about halfway through the bowl of pasta before it was cold. Sabine used the same fork for them both, alternating one mouthful for him then one for her. She made him slurp long tails of spaghetti up his chin and laughed at the mess he made of his face and sweatshirt. When they’d finished eating, she came around the table and dabbed the spatters of sauce from his chin. The faint traces of her deodorant and the warm, cinnamon scent of her skin were quite intoxicating and combined with her ministrations the whole situation was really turning him on. He’d fancied Sabine from day one but hadn’t found an opportunity to pursue the relationship. Now he was cursing all those wasted weeks.

“What did that mean that you said to Chris earlier? FR____”

“FRORN? It’s an acronym. We use it when we’re in polite company and can’t swear.”

“But what does it mean?”

“Fuck Right Off, Right Now.”

“Are you angry at him? It is a very dramatic picture he brought you.”

“Chris is an old friend. I’ll forgive him in a day or two but right here, right now? Yeah I’m mad at him on lots of levels.”

“So. You are presentable again.” She finished tidying up pasta sauce while he was talking. “If you sit the bar, I can work and talk. Yah?”

Daniel’s arm snakes around her waist and a little gentle pressure on the small of her back urges her down onto his lap, her arms on either shoulder to steady herself.

“I think you are not so helpless.”

“Handless, not helpless.” Daniel pecks her on the lips. Nothing new in that. She’s European and kisses like we shake hands. “Thanks for looking after me.”

“Willkommen mein herr” she kisses him back. It takes a fraction longer.

Sabine extricated herself from Daniel’s lap and they both returned to opposite sides of the bar. By the end of the evening, Sabine had done precious little work but at least it had been less obvious. As Daniel stood and started to bid her goodnight she stopped him.

“Wait ten minutes. I will come with you.”

“To the station? Ok” He might get a proper goodnight kiss at the ticket barrier: at least more so than he could expect across the bar.

“To your flat. You cannot look after yourself so I am coming to your flat and you are going to be my new Opa.”

“Opa?”

“Grandfather.” She winks.

“A grandfather at 28? Is that even possible?”

“Yah. And you have some grey hairs here.” she runs her fingers over his temple.

“Do I get any choice in this?”

“No. German’s are very assertive.”

“So you’re going to invade Poland Street?” he laughs while his mind races with possible consequences - mainly positive ones.

It was actually twenty minutes later, having nobly resisted the urge to fight the inevitable, he proffered his arm to Sabine a second time and they started the short walk through London’s balmy night air from Covent Garden to Soho. The streets were still busy, hence noisy, but four floors above Poland Street, it was peaceful enough. Alan couldn’t even get his own keys out, proving Sabine’s earlier point about his incapacity. She didn’t even ask before reaching into his pocket for them. “Good God!” he thought “I hope she doesn’t notice I’m going commando.” One pair of pants to pull up had been hard enough. As she opened the door, the alarm started beeping.

“4605″ he tells her the code, waving at the keypad on the alarm “then Enter”

The beeping stops and Sabine’s hand finds the light switch and pushed closed the door.

“You live alone. Yah?” She indicates the general disarray and the innovative use of the living room floor as a sort of horizontal wardrobe.

“There’s still time to catch a train home.” Daniel suggests, not seriously.

“Do you not want me here?” Her mouth turns down comically far as she puts on an unhappy face. “I am pretty. I know this because boys always tell me so. I know boys lie to girls but they don’t all tell the same lies so this I believe. I am pretty, I am helpful, I am funny because you always laugh at my jokes. Why must I go?”

“You don’t have to go. You can stay as long as you wish.” He smiles, he hopes disarmingly, as he tries to embrace her again. She dodges him almost casually.

“I see how you look at me when you think I don’t notice and I think you want me. Now you don’t want me. Perhaps I play hard to get and string you up –”

“String me along, not up”

“And string you along, this you prefer?”

“No! Stay. Please. I want you to stay.”

Sabine makes a big show of thinking this over and relenting. “Ok. I will stay… to take care of you.”

“Shall I show you where everything is?”

“Everything is not on the floor?”

“Ouch! No, it just looks that way.”

Daniel gave her a quick tour of the facilities, including both bedrooms. They ended up in the kitchen and he yawned as he suggested a nightcap.

“You are tired. I will put you to bed and bring you a nightcap.” So saying and over his half-hearted protests she led him into the bathroom, sat him on the edge of the tub, stripped his sweater over his head, washed his face and brushed his teeth. All this he tolerated but when he stood up and expressed an urge for privacy, he had to move quickly to keep his pants on.

“Sabine, please. I can manage my pants” He is again acutely aware of his lack of underwear and doesn’t want her to find out like this. Hell! He’d be happier if she didn’t find out at all. Tomorrow he’s just gonna have to struggle with them for modesty’s sake.

“So shy.” But she leaves him in the bathroom and he relaxes as he hears her in the kitchen.

In his bedroom, Sabine is turning down the duvet on his bed. He’s used the few minutes of solitude to think of an excuse to sleep in his pants but never gets a chance to use it. This time he just ain’t quick enough and before he knows it, his pants are a heap of cloth around his ankles. He sits on the bed quickly, doing his best to maintain some modesty but Sabine seems not to notice or care about his nakedness. She tugs on the jogging pants and he lifts his feet to allow her to remove them completely.

“Now in to bed.” She lifts the edge of the duvet and gestures for him to swing his feet up and under it. At a loss for any other response he complies meekly. Once he’s safely covered up, Sabine sits on the edge of the bed and offers him two painkillers.

“One ‘ll do.” Daniel picks the tablet off her palm with his lips, swallowing it with a sip of milk. “We should have brought some straws.” Sabine observes before taking a drink from the same glass. “Tomorrow I will get some for you.”

Her ease with the situation assuages Daniel’s embarrassment and his blushes fade. They share a few more sips of the milk then she leans down to kiss him full on the lips. “Gute nacht Opa.”

“Goodnight.” He watches her walk as far as the door. As she flicks the light switch off he says “Sabine”

“Yah?”

“Danke schoen.”

“Sweet dreams. Opa.”

Chapter 2 – Sabine takes him in hand.

Daniel slept well and his dreams were indeed sweet. Sabine looked really good in his sub-conscious.

He woke to the sound of the washing machine going into its shot-up spitfire spin cycle and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. A few minutes later Sabine pushed open his bedroom door and leant against the jamb with a steaming mug cradled in her hands.

“Guten morgen, Opa. I am sorry if the washing machine woke you? I did not know it would be so much noise.”

“‘S ok. Good morning to you too. Any more coffee in the pot?”

“Yah.” Sabine disappears, returning with a mug in each hand. Daniel wiggles himself up the bed into an almost sitting position while Sabine, placing one mug on the bedside table, perches cross-legged on the edge of the bed and holds his coffee to his lips. He slurps a little noisily but it’s hot. It occurs to him that one advantage of Sabine’s job is that she knows just how he takes his caffeine.

“Mmm. Thank you. Better let it cool a little.”

She exchanges his mug for her own and sips rather more daintily than he managed.

“Did you sleep ok? Have you been awake long?”

“Yah. I washed my uniform. I must go home later and get more to wear.”

“My shirt suits you just fine.” He’s referring to one of his city boy shirts that Sabine has on. It’s pink and, being one of the few with proper tails, fits her like a baggy dress, almost to her knees.

“I like wearing men’s shirts. It is sexy. Yah?”

“Yes. Very. Sabine…”

“Mmm?” she sips more of her coffee.

“Thanks for doing all this. You’ve been a real friend.” He feels horribly awkward and it doesn’t come out sounding quite as he means it to.

“We are friends but not more I think.”

“Not more?” Has he missed the boat, romantically speaking?

“First I think you are interested in me but you never ask me out so I ask Chris about you. He says you are always talking about me but you are shy. I think ‘Ok, he is English so he is shy. He will move slowly.’ But you don’t move at all so now I think we are friends and that is good but…”

“Whoa! Slow down. I am interested in you. And, yes, I am shy…God this is embarrassing.” He’s blushing so much his face is starting to feel like his hands. “You’re funny and kind and cute, even though you’re as pushy as a panzer division. I just never found the right time to ask you… Oh hell. Sabine. I’ve never been good at this but would-”

“Yah.” She smirks at his evident discomfort. “Yah. I will be your girlfriend and you will be my heroic boyfriend and all the other girls will be jealous and Chris will be happy because he says you need a woman in your life to stop you being so up tight.”

“I surrender.” He raises his bandaged hands in the universal gesture of capitulation. Sabine launches herself forward, hands landing on his bare chest and lips landing on his. He’s been kissed by her before, only the previous night, but the only thing that had in common with this was the participants. He’s just getting into it when it’s over. Sabine sits up, reaching for his now lukewarm coffee and rummaging in the breast pocket of the shirt, withdrawing two of his painkillers.

“It is time for your medicine. Then you will have a shower.” She pops the tablets in his mouth and he sips at the mug to wash them down.

“Thanks.”

Sabine hopped off the bed, yanked the duvet back below his knees, causing a modesty crisis but as fast as his hands shot down as a fig leaf, it was unnecessary as she’d not even appeared to notice his nakedness, turning away as the duvet moved and heading out the door as he covered himself.

Daniel swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat up. He was just contemplating how to get his dressing gown off the hook on the door and onto him when Sabine returned with the waterproof bandage covers the hospital had supplied. Again, his mitts sprang to cover his embarrassment. Naked, crimson faced, stuttering and with hands pressed protectively over his crotch, he looked for all the world like a boy whose mother has just caught him wanking.

“I-I was just going to put something on.” He stammers out a reflex explanation.

Sabine laughs like music. ‘God she’s cute’ thinks Daniel and, not for the first time, his flaccid penis moves almost imperceptibly under his hands. ‘Please God, no!’ he almost screams inside his head. A hard-on now and he’ll die of shame. Sabine’s speaking.

“- these, yah?”

“Pardon?”

“You must wear these, yah?” she repeats, still smirking just a little at his shyness. It is rather sweet really, as long as he gets over it eventually.

“Yes.” He raises one hand, still attempting some decency with the other. She slips the elastic neck of the bag over his bandages and up his forearm, almost to the elbow. He swaps hands, quick as a 1940’s fan dancer and she slips on the second bag.

“Now you must shower.” Her nose wrinkles a fraction, indicating that this assertion is more than just her emphatic Teutonic tone. He has to admit he’s a bit whiffy. She leaves the room. Daniel stands, glances wistfully at his dressing gown and, giving in to common sense, walks past it, following Sabine toward the bathroom.

Toilet paper, already torn off, sits in a neat little pile on the side of the bath tub, the seat is up and Sabine is balanced with one tiptoed foot on the edge of the shower enclosure, stretching to reach the controls without getting wet in the process. Her other leg is stretched out for balance and it’s this, and not her thoughtful preparations, that hold his attention. His gaze flows along her taut calf, up the exposed half of her thigh and fixes on the way his shirt tails curve over her bottom. It really is a very lovely bottom: so pert. His penis twitches again in response, snapping his attention away from Sabine’s obvious charms. ‘Cold showers. Cold showers. Cold showers…’ he mentally repeats this mantra as he tries to still his beating heart before it pumps any more blood into his cock. It does little good though. His subconscious is playing the back nine at fantasyland with Sabine as caddy.

She finishes adjusting the shower, pecking him on the cheek as she squeezes past him in the narrow doorway. “I will shave you after your shower.” She asserts as she leaves him alone in the bathroom.

“Th-Thanks.” He stammers as her footsteps retreat toward the kitchen.

“Willkommen”

At last he relaxed a little. The toilet paper thing was really very thoughtful. As he sat there, musing over events since yesterday, he berated himself for his foolishness and shyness. Faint heart never won fair maiden and Sabine must be laughing like hell at his embarrassment. She’d acted like a professional nurse and hadn’t overtly noticed his nakedness even once. If she could be so matter-of-fact about it, why couldn’t he? Because he was English, that’s why. With all the emotional baggage a boarding school education and a middleclass childhood could encumber a bloke with. And Sabine was German. He’d seen enough German porn films to realize they were quite a liberal bunch and while he wasn’t naïve enough to believe all German girls behaved like that, in his recent masturbation fantasies, Sabine had been up for pretty much anything. That said, in his fantasies, he’d never imagined himself standing naked in front of her, blushing and clutching his wedding tackle while waiting for her to leave the room so he could take a dump. Even in the German porn industry, that wasn’t a storyline that ended with hours of rampant passion on the bathroom floor.

He finished the usual offices, flushed and stepped into the shower enclosure, hands held high as he surrendered to the stinging jets of the power shower. He stood for a couple of minutes simply enjoying the pressure of the hot jets on his skin and letting his mind wander back to Sabine, resplendent in his pink shirt. Here, in the privacy of the steam filled shower he didn’t care that his daydreams woke the one eyed snake. Letting the water cascade over his erection felt really good. Usually, he’d have taken this opportunity for a leisurely hand job. He didn’t think there was anything wrong with masturbation as long as you never admitted it to anyone and didn’t get caught in the act. Today, that wasn’t an option – no hands - but the water was the next best thing.

His reverie was interrupted by a minor heart attack as Sabine returned to the bathroom. The condensation on the glass provided an effective enough curtain but the shock was enough to kill his fantasy stone dead. Over the noise of the shower he heard a tinkling of water on water. She was peeing while he was in the room! Just the sound of it had his erection twitching. He’d seen a couple of scenes like that in those German films and now, although he couldn’t see a thing, his minds eye formed a picture of Sabine on the loo as he listened to the splashing of her water into the bowl. He just knew that when his hands recovered, this moment would be replayed over and over again in his wanking fantasies.

His heart nearly stopped a second time when, moments after the sound of flushing, Sabine stepped into the shower enclosure behind him. “It is time for soap. Yah?”

“Sabine!” His voice is quite shrill. “What are you doing?”

“You cannot shower without soap and you cannot shower with soap so I will wash you.”

“I don’t think y-”

“I understand. You are shy. But you are my boyfriend now so it is good. Also, nurses bathe their patients. Yah?”

He has no answer to that. She’s right on both counts. He may have been bullied into asking her but he had asked and she’d said yes – Well, actually she’d said Yah, but it amounted to the same thing – so it may have been only for fifteen minutes but she is his girlfriend. He just thanks the lord that he had his back to her and prays that his cock will take the hint and go back to sleep before he has to turn around. fifteen minutes is too soon into a relationship to be naked at all, let alone rampant.

Sabine hasn’t waited for a reply. She’s simply got on with washing him, squeezing a handful of shower gel from the dispenser and starting to work up a lather on his back and shoulders, concentrating on his armpits a moment then working her way down to the small of his back and, to his shock and surprise, to his buttocks. She works a soapy hand over each cheek very thoroughly then carries on down the backs of his legs, working with both hands at once, first on his left leg, then his right.

The mental picture of her squatting behind him in a soaked pink shirt, clinging to her pert breasts and other assorted and equally enticing curves, washing his thighs, keeps him fully aroused in spite of his attempts to think about Siberian winters, et cetera. She stands up again. “Turn around please.”

He’s literally petrified at the prospect and can’t move. Sabine’s hands apply gentle but insistent pressure on his waist and eventually he shuffles around to face her, his blushes burning crimson on his face and halfway down his chest. His eyes widen as he realizes she’s naked too. He’d rather expected the wet shirt but, no, Sabine is far too practical for that. In hindsight, he should have known she’d be naked.

At least she doesn’t appear to mind, or even notice, his rigid cock. He closes his eyes, not wanting to ogle the naked girl who’s bathing him. Actually, that’s not true. He desperately wants to ogle her but he can’t bring himself to look.

Sabine stretches up on tiptoes to shampoo his hair. He’s acutely aware of just how close her naked body is to his. Her breasts must be only an inch or two away from his chest. Very pretty they’d looked too. Ok, so he may not have ogled her but Daniel had certainly seen all she had to offer in that brief moment before he’d shut his eyes. The recollection didn’t exactly help with his erection.

Sabine manoeuvres him by pressure on his shoulders until his head is directly under the spray and rinses off the shampoo. As she swaps shampoo for shower gel and sets to work lathering his chest, she says “You can open your eyes now. The soap is gone.”

“Tha-that’s ok.” He keeps them resolutely shut.

Sabine smiles to herself. Daniel is so shy, even when in the shower with a naked girl. Well this will change. Her soapy hands work their way inexorably down over his abdomen.

Daniel wondered when she’ll stop, then starts praying that she’ll stop then flinches when she doesn’t stop.

One soapy hand slides the length of his cock then cups his balls and swirls around then a couple of times before sliding back up his shaft, gripping gently and drawing his foreskin back as the other soapy hand cups his helmet, soaping it thoroughly. It’s over in about three seconds: too quick for Daniel to really react to. As the spray replaces the hands, washing off the soap, he stands stunned by what Sabine has just done. Now his eyes are open. Nobody but him has ever washed his penis before but Sabine has accomplished this intimacy without batting an eyelid. She gave the task no more or less attention than washing his face.

“So? Now you are awake. Yah?” she looks into his wide open eyes. Her own eyes twinkle with mischief as she reaches past him to turn off the shower. Her breast lightly bumps his ribs as she stoops under his still raised arms. He can say nothing.

Sabine got out of the shower. Daniel followed, dumbly and stood passively, trying not to flinch as she dried him, all of him, with a large towel.

“Sit. I will shave you.” She indicated the edge of the bath, smiling. Her smile was quite disarming. He found himself almost believing this was a normal situation – being perched naked and erect on the edge of the bath while a nude woman shaved him. She did a first class job too. No nicks or cuts. He was getting used to being naked around her. He was doing his best not to be obvious about it but, every time she turned to rinse the razor, his eyes gorged themselves on her: The neatly trimmed golden down that graced her pussy; the crinkled pink circles of her areolae; the dimple in her abdomen that was her navel; The tiny triangle of daylight at the tops of her thighs; Her thighs! He’d always been a leg man.

There was a towel on his lap but it did little to hide how aroused he still was. Finishing shaving him, Sabine offered Daniel his toothbrush, then a glass of water to rinse his mouth with. This last action required him to stand up. The towel fell to the floor and he was once again flushed with embarrassment. As Sabine dabbed the last trace of toothpaste from the corner of his mouth, the phone rang.

“That’ll be Chris.” Daniel hurried to answer the phone. Being a speakerphone, this was one thing he could do unassisted. “Hello?…Hi Chris…Yes, I’m up…Just getting dressed…Half an hour?…Fine, I guess…See you then…Bye.”

He could hear the shower going again as Sabine got on with her own ablutions so he went in search of some clothes. Five minutes later he was still struggling with a pair of boxer shorts when Sabine, wearing a turban and towel, came to his aid.

“It was Chris. Yah?”

“Yes. He’s picking me up in about twenty minutes. Sorry, can you…?” he gestures toward the underpants entangled around his feet.

Sabine kneels and untwists his underwear, raising them to his knees. “Stand.” He stands bringing his now flaccid penis perilously close to her face. If he’d still been hard, he’d have had her eye out. She pulls his shorts up, twanging the waistband into place and he’s decent once again.

By the time Chris rang the doorbell, Sabine has Daniel smartly tricked out in his navy blue suit and the pink shirt she’d been wearing earlier, since he has no other shirts ironed. He fancies there was a subtle scent of her still lingering on it and remembered images of Sabine wearing it are certainly diverting. He gives her the spare keys and makes sure she remembers the alarm code then she practically chases him out of his own flat.

“You must not keep your Editor waiting. Go.” She kisses him warmly. “I will see you later at Southside. Yah?”

“Yes. Probably about dinnertime. Are you sure you-”

“Go! Chris is waiting.” But her arms are still around his neck and they kiss goodbye again before she lets him go. “I will remember the alarm and I will see you later and everything is good.” She smiles and pushes him gently into retreating out the door. Then she closes it and he sets off down the stairs to Chris and the waiting cab.

The door closed and Sabine leant against it, humming to herself and smiling like the Cheshire cat. She was very attracted to Daniel and had waited ages for him to make a move. He’d been obviously interested but too shy. She’d just made up her mind to make the move for him when all this had happened. So now he was completely at her mercy and by tomorrow, if she had her way, he would not be shy with her any more. She’d seen how excited she made him. By tonight he would be begging her to… But that was later. Now, she had to get dressed and go and collect some more clothes from her digs.

Chapter 3 – Frustration finally overcomes shyness

Chris was surprised to see Daniel all dressed up. It was a rare sight at the best of times. “Hail to the conquering hero!” He called out, over-loudly.

“Asshole.” Daniel replied, curtly.

“Can I quote you on that?”

“No. Let’s just get this thing done and dusted. Ok? So I can get back to my life of well deserved obscurity.”

“Sure Mate. The Ed just wants a couple of stills of you and the copper you saved. Oh, and a few column inches ‘in your own words’. Don’t worry, I wrote it last night and played it down as much as poss. Nobody’ll be trying to pin a medal on you.”

“So there’s no royal deaths or political scandals breaking that people would rather read about? Too bad.”

“Anyway Mate. What’s with the whistle?”

“After you left yesterday, Sabine volunteered herself as my nursemaid.”

“So she’s up there now?”

“Yes but-”

“Well it’s about time you asked her for a little more than just another Heineken. I thought you two would never get together.”

“It’s not like that. She’s just helping me out.” Daniel had no intention of telling Chris, or anyone else, how far beyond ‘just helping out’ things had gone.

“Yeah? Well Sabine is hot for you if you know it or not. Seize the day, my friend. Seize the day.”

The day turned out to be even more of an ordeal than Daniel had been prepared for. First the standing ovation as he arrived at work, then the trite piece Chris had ghosted for him, the hospital visit to meet the burnt policeman who, to his credit, seemed as embarrassed by the meeting as Daniel was, then the final indignity of being condescended to by the editor and the owner of the paper and having to bear it all while wearing his best shit-eating grin. All in all, a bad day. It didn’t help that he’d forgotten his painkillers either. By the time he got done with schmoozing and headed for Covent Garden, his hands were throbbing.

Daniel may have had no intention of talking to anyone about this morning’s events: Sabine obviously had no such compunctions. She’d noticed that he left his meds behind and brought them to work with her so, in order, his evening started with a kiss that let everyone know Sabine and Daniel were an item, just in case she’d neglected to tell someone, followed quickly by two painkillers and a tall OJ with a straw, succeeded by the sudden realization that waitresses and barmaids were looking at him and smiling in that knowing fashion of girls privy to the latest gossip. The attention started to make him blush. What had she told them? His blushes only made things worse. Some of them sniggered and one even drew it to the attention of Sabine at the other end of the bar. As soon as she was free, she came over and led him to the staff table at the back. Here at least there was a modicum of privacy.

“What is wrong?” She is just a little concerned at his reaction.

“Everyone’s staring. What did you say to them?” Daniel hisses, embarrassed, frustrated and getting angry.

“I said that you had asked me to be your girlfriend and that you are very shy and it is very sweet.” She smiles and her eyes twinkle as she speaks. He can’t doubt her sincerity.

“If that’s all you said, why are they laughing at me?”

“Because Catherine joked that you were just too shy and I would eat you alive but Ernesto said Daniel survived being thrown in the lion’s den.”

“I am too shy for you. Perhaps this is not-”

“Shhh.” She reaches out and places her fingers over his lips to silence him, moving around the table to kneel beside him, eyes wide and solemn, well aware what he was about to say. She kisses him, deeply, passionately. “I like that you are shy and I like that you are brave. This morning you were embarrassed but you do not need to be. If girls laugh at you, it is not because of this morning.” She embraces him, pressing her cheek to his chest and hugging him tight.

Sabine doesn’t have the English to explain more clearly but what she saw this morning – Well, it wasn’t something any girl would laugh at. She has big plans for Daniel’s heroically proportioned schniedel, but not until he begs.

“I was horribly embarrassed this morning. I couldn’t even think of a way to apologize for that but you looked so cute in my shirt, then without it…well I guess I don’t need to apologize since its your fault anyway.”

She squeezes him once more and lets go to make eye contact. “My fault?” her smile lights up his world. Daniel is obviously getting his sense of humour back.

“Your fault, geile tussi. Please. Sit down. People here don’t need any more encouragement to stare.”

She sits, beaming at his bad attempt at German. “So die beule is my fault. Good.”

“Die Beule?”

“Sorry. I do not know in English. It is so – ” She makes a gesture with her finger, raising it from downward pointing to horizontal, to upwardly curving.

“Erection. The word in English is erection.” Just saying it, he can feel his blushes returning.

“So? It is good that not all of you is shy. Do you want to eat?” She changes the subject back to more practical matters.

“Absolutely, but no pasta. I don’t want to have to have this suit dry cleaned.”

“Soup?” She asks mischievously.

“Steak and French fries.”

Sabine ordered for the two of them and told Ernesto she needed the rest of the night off. He was fine with that. It was quiet. They ended up sharing his steak and her chilli and even succeeded in keeping it off his jacket, though his tie may never be the same. After dinner she told Daniel she had the evening off and she expected to be taken to the movies. The film of the moment was Man On Fire but that was a little close to home and, anyway, it wasn’t exactly a date movie. Eventually, they settled on Amelie at the Swiss Centre. Sabine spoke some French too so reading English subtitles wasn’t such a chore. It was just before midnight when they got home.

“Kaffe?”

“No. Thank you. If I have coffee this late, I’ll never get to sleep.”

“It is too early to sleep.” Sabine peels off his jacket, removes his tie and unfastens his top button. “Sit please.”

Sabine removes his shoes, disappearing to put his clothes away. He notices how all the debris of his daily life has gone from the floor. The floor – he can see it clearly for the first time in how long? Sabine has had a busy morning.

“You didn’t tell me you’d thrown all my stuff out!” he calls from the living room. “Thank you. The place looks great.”

“Shall we see another film? You have a lot of DVDs.” Sabine returns, having changed out of her uniform and into an oversize T-shirt that almost reaches her knees. Daniel watches her legs as she walks over to the bookcase full of movies.

“Sure. There’s even a couple of German films on the bottom shelf, if you prefer.” He’s a big fan of European cinema. He decides he’s also a big fan of anything that makes Sabine bend over to reach the bottom shelf. Those legs…!

“So Far away, so near: In weiter ferne, so nah! You like Wim Wenders?”

“Yes. Wings of Desire is somewhere there too.” The longer she spends looking, the longer he can spend looking.

“Nein. This will do.” She pops the disc into the DVD player, straightens up and keeps straightening up, stretching her arms high and rising on her toes, head back and T-shirt riding up so high she’s flashing her thong. White cotton, Daniel notices. He gets caught noticing and starts to blush but Sabine practically bounces across to the sofa and snuggles up beside him, kisses him and hits play on the remote.

She notices something too. She notices that his trousers look a bit tighter. He’s getting aroused again but he is not ready to beg yet. Yet! The night is young.

About an hour later, Sabine stopped the film. Daniel was fast asleep. She watched him for a minute or two, thinking how cute he was. Poor Darling, he hardly deserved to be tormented so, but that was exactly what she intended to do: tease and torment him until he begged. Much as she wanted him, even more so since seeing how big he was, the opportunity was too good to pass up. Daniel was completely at her mercy, with no way to deal with the sexual tension she was gleefully winding up. She admitted it was having an effect on her too – exhibitionist that she was – but her arousal was less conspicuous and she still had the use of her fingers if it got too much.

While she was thinking and watching Daniel sleep, her fingers had found their way to his crotch, rather than her own. She stroked his cock through his trousers, feeling it swell and firm up under her touch. She got him fully aroused and gently shook him awake.

“Time to go to bed.” She whispers in his ear then stands, drawing him to his feet

Daniel stirs himself lazily into action, following her to his room where she turns, standing close enough to unbuckle his belt and let his trousers down. He suddenly realizes he’s standing proud again and baggy shorts do nothing to hide the fact. His glans is peeking out of the left leg of his shorts, glowing like the baleful eye of the god of shame. Predictably, he blushes. Sabine kneels and taps first one foot then the other, which he lifts in turn to allow his trousers to be removed from round his ankles. His socks go the same way then Sabine, rising to her feet again and, still seemingly unaware of his exposure and discomposure, unbuttons his shirt.

Finally he sits on the bed, swings his feet up on cue and is covered by the duvet. She had left his shorts on and, for that, he’s grateful, though he’s still crimson faced.

He loses the power of speech too, when Sabine walks round the bed and climbs in the other side.

“Wh-wh-” he tries to stammer out a query.

“Shhh.” She snuggles up to his arm, making him acutely aware that those are her breasts pressed against him. “It is late and it is time for sleep.” She reaches over him for the lamp switch, crushing her breasts against his chest in the process. The light clicks out and Sabine snuggles back down beside him, giving every impression of simply going to sleep.

“Bu-But-” surely his face is glowing enough to light the room. It certainly feels hot. His cock twitches at every contact of her body against his.

“What is wrong?” She props herself up on an elbow. Even in the gloom he can see her indignant expression. “You are my boyfriend. Yah? In England, I cannot sleep with my boyfriend?”

“No. I mean Yes. Oh God! I don’t know what I mean. I just… it’s…”

land, I cannot sleep with my boyfriend?”

“No. I mean Yes. Oh God! I don’t know what I mean. I just… it’s…”

“Its time for sleeping.” She kisses him and settles down again, her arm draped across his chest possessively.

“Er…Goodnight. Sweet dreams.” He tries to at least act like this is normal. Eventually, he dozes off.

Sabine felt frustrated. Since washing him that morning, she’d been eager to get better acquainted with Daniel’s penis. She’d been sure that climbing into his bed would prompt him to make a move on her. If he’d made any kind of move in her direction, she’d have been impaled upon him by now. Yes, it was very frustrating. Sure, she could have just jumped him anytime but she wanted him to make the first move. She had a backup plan though. She got carefully out of bed and went for a shower. It was a very warm night and the air in the flat felt stuffy.

Daniel awoke alone. He was just wondering where Sabine had gone when he heard the bathroom door. When she didn’t come back to bed, guilt started to play on his mind. Had he offended her? God, he hoped not. He wanted her in his bed more than anything, but somehow the desire and the reality were different. In his imagination, he’d have swept her into his embrace and fucked her for all he was worth. When it came down to it he stammered, blushed and did nothing. He’d not been so reticent in the past, but those other girls had not been as forward as Sabine. Hell! Nobody was as forward as Sabine. She intimidated him. Not just by her pushiness either: She was a damn sight better looking than any of his previous girlfriends. He wanted her more than he’d wanted his ex’s so he was physically shyer with her.

After a decent interval, he got up to go and look for her. There was a refreshing breeze blowing through the flat. Sabine was on the balcony naked. She leant on the rail looking out over the rooftops of Soho. He watched her silently, admiring the curves of her bottom and her long, very lovely legs. Needless to say, he was hard again. If he didn’t get some relief soon, his balls would probably explode. Speaking of relief, what was she doing? As his sight grew accustomed to the gloom, he noticed only one arm rested on the balcony rail. The other hand appeared to be between her legs. She couldn’t be… Yes, she was. He stood stock still, watching her masturbate. His cock strained against his shorts and a damp spot formed around his glans. God! He might be able to come just watching this. Sabine turned around.

Sabine didn’t bother to dry herself after her shower. She went onto the balcony instead to let the breeze dry her naturally. It would cool her down. She’d made enough noise to be pretty sure Daniel was awake. Now she would just wait.

When she heard him getting up, she reached down to stroke her labia, smooth and bare where, half an hour ago had been blonde curls. She knew by now he must be watching, getting harder and harder: finding it harder and harder to resist her. She caressed herself a little while longer, just until her fingers were moist, then she turned around.

Daniel stepped back and plonked down on the sofa, hoping his erection would be a little less conspicuous. This also put his eye line at the same level as Sabine’s hips, which swayed as she walked back in and folded herself into the chair opposite him. She’d shaved her pussy! He realized he’d been staring at it as she crossed the room.

“I am sorry I woke you.” She smiles. Just a little more and he will be begging for her.

“‘S ok. I…” He can’t think straight. If she left now and he never saw her again, he’d still have enough material for a thousand wanking fantasies but right now, with no hands, he’s in Purgatory. She’s so clearly up for it but all she does is tease him. “I … I was hot too. It’s cooler in here.”

“You are too hot? But you are still dressed.” She looks pointedly at his boxer shorts, stretched taut over his erection. Casually, she reaches between her folded legs and touches herself again. She can smell her own musk and wants to make sure Daniel smells her arousal too. She sees his pants twitch and smiles. This has to be it.

“Please Sabine!” He is shrill and red-faced “Stop teasing me!”

That sounds pretty much like begging. Near enough anyway. She unfolds herself from the chair, stands, walks slowly over to her transfixed boyfriend, pausing with her fotze close enough to his face that he can see the moisture on her lips and, looking down at him, says “I am not teasing.”

“Please…” He whispers, his breath reaching her skin like a warm breeze.

She kneels, reaching for his waistband and freeing his cock. She knows he won’t last long, even as she grasps the hot, hard shaft, cupping his balls in her other hand and tracing a line of fire across his perineum with a fingernail. He probably won’t last long enough to get a condom on so that can wait. Sabine dips her head, her hair tickling his thighs as her lips part and engulf his helmet. Her tongue swirls around it and her hands cares everything her tongue can’t reach. It takes about thirty seconds of this before Daniel’s hips tense and he empties himself into her mouth. It doesn’t come as a surprise and it doesn’t go to waste. Sabine swallows again and again as progressively smaller spurts of semen shoot into her mouth. She keeps working his cock with her tongue until he starts to soften. Finally releasing him, She looks up at his face, flushed for a completely different reason this time.

“Now you are not so shy I think.”

“No. And thank you…I think we should go back to bed now.”

“So? Now I am welcome in your bed?”

“Yes. Yes! You are welcome in my bed. C’mon. Help me up.” He is laughing. It’s amazing how quickly a blowjob has boosted his self-confidence.

Sabine gets to her feet and tries to help Daniel to his but his legs are still shaky after his long overdue orgasm and he collapses back on the sofa. Sabine doesn’t mind: The sofa will do just fine. She straddles his lap, with her arms around his neck and kisses him, pressing her crinkled nipples against his chest and slowly gyrating her ass on his thighs until at last she feels his cock start to swell under her. When it is fully hard, pressing against her moist lips and right along between her buttocks, she leaps up and runs from the room, returning in moments with a packet of condoms.

Daniel’s cock twitches in her hands as she rolls a sheath over his glans and smoothes it down his shaft. Sabine springs back onto his lap, reaching between her legs to guide him into her and sinking down to take him fully into her body in a single stroke. She sighs contentedly. This is what she’s needed all day: To feel this hard flesh filling her fotze. She rises up and slams back down, squealing in delight as the head of Daniel’s cock reaches her cervix. He’d looked pretty well endowed in the shower but, inside her, he feels really big. She can get off squeezing her own finger but, Gott in Himmel, it felt good to be stretched. She rides him really hard, he tries to keep up but gives in and lets her do all the work instead. She doesn’t care, just as long as he lasts the distance. After a few minutes, she reaches for her clitoris, giving it a frenzied rubbing as her orgasm builds. Sabine throws back her head and screams as it hits her: Wave after wave of pleasure crashing against her.

Daniel watched her roll the condom onto his penis. The blowjob had been wonderful but over too quickly. Now all he wanted in the world was to be buried between Sabine’s oh-so-lovely thighs. Despite that, she moved so precipitously that that first sweet plunge into her pussy took him by surprise. One moment she was bending over, shrink wrapping his cock, the next she was sat on his balls sighing with pleasure.

God! She was hot. Now he knew how a poker must feel when its rammed into hot coals. She started to post, rising up his length until her stretched labia circled the base of his glans, then slamming back down until his balls hit her ass. He tried to buck his hips to match her frenetic rhythm but just succeeded in slowing her down. He gave up trying to set the pace and simply lay there, marvelling at the force with which she fucked herself. He’d never have dared to fuck any woman that violently. If he’d been doing this, instead of her, it’d probably be thought of as rape. She was squealing and screaming but, if it hurt, she didn’t slow down any. The heat was building around his cock as he stoked the furnace. He wasn’t going to last much longer at this rate. Gritting his teeth, he resisted the urgency he felt in his balls.

Sabine leant back, giving him a better view of their joined genitals, reaching down to rub her clit with a couple of fingers. Again, she was not gentle with herself, squeezing and thrashing at that tiny, sensitive nub until her orgasm hit, full force. She tensed as though someone had put a lash across her back, her head went back and a long guttural wail issued from her lips. Her spasming vaginal muscles gripped Daniel’s cock even harder and he let go of his rapidly fraying self-control, tensing as his second orgasm exploded from his balls.

Sabine slumped forward. He wrapped his arms around her - as best he could with those damned bandages on - and luxuriated in the scent of her hair, mingled with sweat and the musk of sexual congress. He penis went limp and eventually slipped out of her pussy. Her ragged breathing slowly returned to normal and she hugged him back, mumbling something incomprehensible in German.

“Is it time for bed now?” Daniel asked when he felt his legs might finally support him again.

“Yah. Now it is time to sleep.” She clambered off his lap. “But first, I must wash you. Bitte.” She headed for the bathroom, gesturing for him to follow.

She ran some warm water into the basin and gently washed his penis with a wet flannel. The little guy stirred as she handled it but, after two orgasms in half an hour, it wasn’t to be woken. She dried him off and bestowed the lightest of kisses on Daniel’s foreskin covered glans before relinquishing her hold on him.

Before she cleaned herself up, she sat on the loo and emptied her bladder. Daniel was caught off guard. If she’d warned him, he’d have left the room. He stood and watched, not having any knowledge of the correct protocol in this situation. He tried to keep eye contact but found he just had to glance down and see what he could see, which turned out to be practically nothing. Still, his cock stirred at the kinkiness of it all.

Sabine sees this sign of life. “So?” she raises her eyebrows. Filing the datum away for another time.

“You shaved.” He tries to cover up his excitement at seeing her peeing.

“Yah. When I cleaned up, I found some magazines. You like girls with no hair. Yah? So I shave my hair off for you.”

At her mention of the magazines, he’s all set to get very embarrassed again, but she doesn’t sound offended by his porn collection. Clearly, she looked through it, to make the assumption she has made. “Err…Thank you. It’s beautiful.”

“Yah?” She beams. Finishing wiping herself, she flushes the lavatory and quickly washes her hands. He watches her avidly, especially when she’s at the basin and he can gaze at her bottom. She glances back, sees where his attention lies and wiggles her hips. “Tomorrow.”

He has no idea what she means by that but it’s so late and he’s so tired, it doesn’t bother him. Sleep is what he needs.

Chapter 4 – Sabine makes a promise

Sabine woke feeling smugly satisfied. The sweet, shy man she was curled up against was finally her lover. His expression when she took him into her mouth – He was so cute! Big too! This she liked very much. There was nothing for her like being taken hard and fast, to feel her fotze stretched and pummelled by a big cock used forcefully. A couple of men in her past had thought this meant they could slap her around a bit too. This she was not so keen on. She liked to fuck like animals, not like rapist and victim. She knew Daniel would never be like that. With a little encouragement, he would fuck her the way she really wanted but he was too timid to ever push the boundaries she set. She needed the bathroom then she would start on Daniel’s ‘encouragement’.

After a brief trip to the bathroom, she dug out the porn she’d tidied up yesterday – She’d put it in a drawer full of similar magazines but these were obviously Daniel’s current favourites – and snuck back into bed beside her still sleeping lover. She leafed through the glossy pages until found the exact photoset she was looking for. Yesterday, she’d found this magazine open on these photos. Clearly, Daniel had liked this girl. She put it down on the floor, still open and flicked back the duvet to look at their naked bodies, lying side by side.

Daniel was obviously enjoying whatever he was dreaming about because his cock was engorged, stretching up his abdomen to his navel. Well, Sabine knew one way to wake him up. She repositioned herself lower down the bed and gently took Daniel’s cock in her mouth. She worked her tongue gently around and around his helmet while her teeth applied the gentlest of pressure just behind the head, just enough to make sure he didn’t pop out if he awoke suddenly. After a few minutes of this, she tasted the saline tang of seminal fluid on the tip of his cock as Daniel, still sound asleep, approached his orgasm.

“What the –” Daniel woke with a start in mid-orgasm, just as a second spurt of semen shot to the back of Sabine’s mouth. For a moment, everything was a blank. It took a while for his brain to come into focus. His heart was racing, his cock was twitching as it died in Sabine’s mouth and he was fighting for breath. As his post-orgasmic fugue settled on him, he pieced together what was going on. Sabine still held his softening cock in her mouth, licking the last traces of semen from his glans as they trickled out, each touch of her tongue like a little seismic shock through his nervous system. Only when he was almost completely flaccid did Sabine release him and move back up to pillow height, though her hand remained cupped around his limp penis.

“It is better than an alarm clock. Yah?” She locks her lips onto his. He can taste himself on her tongue but he’s tasted his own semen many times. He likes it. When he wanks, he often comes in his hand and swallows it down like an oyster. It’s a habit he developed as a boy to ensure he didn’t leave any traces of masturbation – Kleenex for instance – for his mother to find.

“Much better, thanks. Do you have a snooze button?”

“Snooze?” She looks puzzled. She looks very cute when she is puzzled.

“On the alarm clock. A button you press so you can sleep ten minutes more then the alarm goes off again.”

“This,” She indicates what ‘this’ is by giving his limp penis a squeeze. “will be ready in ten minutes for another – in German it is jemandem einen blasen – I do not know the English. With my mouth?”

“Blow job, or giving head. Or the Latin word is fellatio.”

“This, will be ready in ten minutes for another blowjob?”

“There is a way to find out. Just keep doing what you’re doing.” Her hand feels good. Not as good as her mouth felt and definitely not in the same league as her pussy last night but good, nonetheless.

“You were dreaming of the girls in your magazines?”

“I was dreaming of a beautiful fraulein with curly blond hair, long and very lovely legs and a smooth shaved pussy.”

“I have seen this girl in your magazines. Eine moment.” She rolls over, making a long arm over the side of the bed, rolling back with the open magazine. “This girl?” Sabine shows him a two page spread. “She has blond hair, long legs and her fotze is shaved. Is she the girl you dream about?” She’s taunting him, but her hand is still on his cock so there are probably no wrong answers.

“It looks a lot like her but, in my dream, her hair was shorter.”

Sabine’s hair is shorter than the girl in the magazine.

“This page was open on the floor so I think you must like this girl.”

She’s right about that. He’s jerked off to those pictures several times, mainly because the girl looks so like Sabine. Looking at this porn, he’d fantasized about Sabine in all those explicit poses. This he couldn’t say out loud.

“So?” Sabine is all too aware of the resemblance between herself and the model. “When you look at her, you do this?” Her hand moves briskly up and down his semi-hard erection.

“Yes.” He’s astounded to hear himself admitting to wanking. He isn’t even blushing.

Sabine’s hand feels wonderful.

“She is sexy. But I prefer this girl.” She rolls over again, dropping the first magazine on the floor and grabbing a second one. “This one.” She points to a picture of a redhead being licked by another blond. She’s never mentioned that she likes girls too. Daniel is visibly surprised. “This feels good too.” She points to a picture of the two girls, legs spread and interlocked like two wishbones, their smooth crotches mashed together in the middle. Sabine’s hand abandons Daniel’s genitals for her own.

Daniel is fully hard again, and in less than ten minutes. As he watches, Sabine’s fingers work up and down her labia, occasionally flickering over her clit or dipping down between her thighs, presumably into her hole proper. He hasn’t got the view he’d like but, still, he is getting to see the girl of his fantasies, made flesh, getting herself off to lesbian porn. He jerked off to that same picture once or twice too, before he became infatuated with Sabine.

He tries to move down a bit, to get a better view of the action. Sabine notices and stops frigging herself.

“So? You want to see me like these girls. Yah?” She puts a hand on Daniel’s chest to make him lie back again then snatching up the pictures of the blond, lays the pages open on the pillow as a reference. “Like this?” She stands on the bed, astride his chest, looking down at him, mimicking the first photo of the set. He stares up at her pussy, it’s lips puffy with arousal and glisteningly moist but closed. “Or this?” Sabine squats down, closer to his face. As her thighs spread, her sticky lips peel apart revealing the deeper pink inner lips, her hooded clit nestling between them and her asshole: A delicate pink rosebud.

While he is revelling in the sight of both her delightful holes, she reaches between her splayed thighs and spreads her lips further, opening herself to his gaze. “Or like this.” She glances at the open photo-spread to see what’s next. She turns over, into the classic doggie position, ass toward him, her fingers diving back into her pussy, rubbing it frenetically. She looks back at Daniel, over her shoulder. “I think this is best. Yah?”

Daniel can smell the musk of her excitement. As she finger-fucks herself only inches from his face, he yearns to taste the glistening, moist flesh of her cunt. Sabine moves again, to kneel close beside him, lifting her slick fingers to her lips, just like in the next photo, making a show of tasting herself. Reaching down to Daniel, she offers him the still wet fingers. He sucks on them greedily, tasting Sabine’s sex for the first time.

“Has it been ten minutes yet?” He asks, nodding toward his rigid, twitching, hard-on. She can take a hint.

“I think so. Yah.” She straddles him again, this time facing away, the leans down to take him in her mouth once more. Her dripping pussy is almost within reach of his mouth. If he can just prop himself up on his elbows, he might…Yes! He gets his tongue into her. She pushes back against his face, grinding her pussy onto his mouth. He devours it like a starving man. As he laps at her insides, she sucks hard on his cock, lashing it with her tongue, pumping its base with her hand, nipping at it with her teeth.

This is his third blowjob from Sabine but the first he’s actually had leisure to enjoy. The first time, he’d just exploded in her mouth, the second he was unconscious for but this time…this time he can really appreciate her technique. He luxuriates in the sensations she’s producing, caressing her most sensitive part with his own mouth in return. Just as he’s thinking that it couldn’t get any sexier, her fingers creep down the valley between her spread buttocks, dip momentarily into her juices and retreat a couple of inches to circle around her asshole. His eyes widen in awe. Her middle finger squeezes into her anus, working in and out so that first one knuckle, then a second, disappears inside. Sabine’s orgasm hits her. Ecstatic squeals are muffled by his cock, an apparently effective gag. She shakes with pleasure, juices pouring over Daniel’s face for what seems like minutes though it could hardly have been so long as her quivering pussy so completely covers Daniel’s mouth that he can’t breathe.

Her orgasm subsides before she suffocates Daniel completely. Sabine slumps forward, freeing his face, the tip of his tongue darts toward her ass, flicking across her rosebud for just a moment before she is beyond his reach. She rolls over, exhausted, her body shining with a thin film of perspiration. His blowjob will have to wait.

Sabine caught her breath. That had been a good one. Daniel had surprised her a little with that last lick. It was something else she looked forward to exploring another time. She looked at his cock, hard, silky smooth and, to her, beautiful. Should she finish his blowjob? No. She would make him wait for his release. She’d enjoyed teasing him, making him beg the night before. She would make the most of the chance to do it again. She glanced at the clock.

“It is nearly midday. Time to get up and shower.” She hopped off the bed, picking up the discarded porn mags and tidying the duvet. “We will shower together. Yah?” She went into the bathroom and, momentarily, he heard the sound of the shower starting.

Daniel looked forlornly at his insistent cock, left unsatisfied. How long would she make him wait this time? Just wait until these goddamned bandages came off! He sighed in exasperation. Sabine returned with his waterproofs. He held up his hands to be wrapped then followed her to the shower.

Deliberately, he stepped close behind her so his erection prodded the small of her back, just to remind her it was still there. She reached behind her and pushed his shaft downward. Letting it spring up under her buttocks, against her asshole.

“You want to fuck here. Yah?”

“God, yes.” He’d only had the nerve to suggest anal sex once before and he’d ended up single again, just for asking. Sabine’s arse was his holy grail. The pictures she’d been imitating – his favourite was the doggy-style pose because he loved fantasizing about sodomizing Sabine in that position.

“Tonight, at midnight.” She pulled away and his cock sprang back up to attention. Twelve hours of anticipation would drive him crazy. She smiled to herself, thinking that he would probably be hard all day. She got in the shower.

Twelve hours? Would she really make him wait twelve hours for release? Yes. She would. “Sabine, please…”

She turned to him, positioning her feet on the edges of the shower enclosure. This raised her a good six inches above her normal height, with her feet nearly three feet apart. She reached for his cock and drew him forward.

Thank god! Daniel thought, assuming she was going to fuck him after all. He was wrong.

She slid his cock between the tops of her thighs so that her labia rested along the top of it and his helmet was peeping out below her buttocks. She steadied herself with arms around his neck and locked her lips passionately on his. Their tongues duelled for position in the cavern of their joined mouths. Then, without warning, she let her bladder cut loose. Hot urine gushed around his cock, running down both their legs. Daniel felt his cock swell even more, pressing upward, trying to lift Sabine off the ground. It was only for a few seconds, but it was probably the kinkiest few seconds of his life.

“You liked to watch me pee. So. You like this too. Yah?”

“Yes. Yes, it feels great. Sabine, why did I wait so long to seduce you?”

“Because you are English and shy.”

“I don’t think I’m so shy anymore.” He kisses her again.

“So? Show me you are not shy.”

“Well I haven’t blushed since yesterday.” He offers his rationale.

“Yah. This is so.”

“Sabine, I need to pee too.” Her golden shower has raised a similar urge in his bladder.

“So. Pee. You like to watch me. Perhaps I will like to watch you.”

“I – I can’t.”

“Because you are shy?”

“No. Because I can’t pee with an erection.” And he was very conscious of just how erect he is. His hard-on is still pressing against her pussy, perineum and that rosebud he so desires.

“You cannot sit down but I think, if you try, you can pee. You must try hard.”

Urged on by her, he tenses his abdominal muscles as hard as he can, forcing urine out of his bladder and through his rock cock. It stings but yes it is possible. Piss arcs from his penis, against the shower wall. Sabine pulls away from him just enough to let the second jet of piss hose her asshole.

“That is good. Yah?” The tingle of the hot, high-pressure jet against her rosebud is a very sexy sensation.

“Oh yeah.” He sighs through clenched teeth as he squeezes out a third blast. It felt almost as good as coming, once he got past the stinging sensation. A fourth burst is all he can manage. He relaxes, feeling spent.

“Now I must wash you. I am at work at two o’clock.” Sabine steps down off the edges of the shower and reaches for the soap.

She took rather longer washing him this time: A lot longer on his cock, just being careful not to handle it too long, in case it exploded in her hand. She also slipped a soapy hand up between his thighs to wash around his ass, causing him to levitate a little. Having his ring-piece touched, soaped, by someone else was another experience he’d never had before.

Once he was rinsed off, he watched Sabine soap herself. Her body was a pleasure to watch, the feline movements as she reached down her calves, the way lather flowed over her curves and the way her nipples sprang back as her hand passed over them. She turned away from him when she washed between her legs so he could see her soapy fingers at work around her anus. She wanted him to have as many sexy images as possible to keep him frustrated until midnight.

After their shower, she dressed him in more casual style than yesterday. He had no meetings of appointments to go to. Sabine shared a sandwich with him as they walked to Covent Garden, then kissed him goodbye and went off to work, leaving him to kill a few hours watching street entertainers and hanging out in his favourite coffee shop, drinking frappe through a straw.

Chapter 5 – Daniel is caught short

It seemed his fifteen minutes of fame were not quite over. His recent celebrity was something of a mixed blessing. He had to tell the abridged version of his story several times during the afternoon but his status as a local hero did get him the extra level of service he needed from waitresses, with a smile.

However, he was glad Sabine had the foresight to put his money in a purse that hung around his neck. Really glad those helpful young ladies didn’t need to be asked to fish around in his trouser pockets for loose change. Jeans and tight underwear kept his penis from being conspicuous but a hand in his pocket would surely be unable to ignore the swollen thing. He had more than enough quiet moments to contemplate tonight’s promise. Every clock became a countdown timer. Every pert bottom was a reminder of the object of his desires. By five o’clock – or T minus 7 hours – he’d drunk far too much coffee and needed to go find Sabine.

“You are early.” Sabine’s glad to see him, hugging him as though they’ve been separated by weeks, not hours. “Dinner is not until eight.”

“I need your help with something.” He whispers in her ear. Whispers because she isn’t in the mood to release him from her embrace. “I need the bathroom.” He clarifies - The matter is quite urgent.

“So. Come then, Leibling.” She led him to the handicapped toilet. She couldn’t go into the gents, he couldn’t go into the ladies and this one was more spacious – room for two. It was usually the staff toilet, as they had so few handicapped customers and it was big enough to change uniforms in. It was a moment’s work to undo his Levi’s and drop his underpants below his knees. Predictably, his cock sprang from its restraints standing almost at full mast. Sabine appraised it a moment.

“Still?” She was referring to his hardness.

“All day. You are a very beautiful torturer.” He smiled. Frustrated he may be but it wasn’t anything like the previous night’s level of tension. This time he knew exactly, to the minute, how long he must suffer. He could not doubt that Sabine would be punctual in delivering on her promise and the anticipation added a frisson of excitement.

He sat on the pan, relying on Sabine to tuck his penis in when it tried to stick out over the rim. At least it was soft enough to be flexible. He realized too late that he needed a dump too, farting loudly. Now that was embarrassing. He blushed for the first time that day. Sabine laughed out loud.

“So. You are still shy I think. Yah?”

“Well yes. Could you give me a few minutes privacy?”

“The door does not lock from the outside. Someone could come in.”

He gave in to the inevitable rather more easily than he would have twenty-four hours earlier. He bore down and got on with it. Sabine remembered she had a message for him.

“Chris is looking for you. He telephoned Ernesto an hour ago.”

“Did he say why?” He was thankful that there was something to distract them from the noises his bowels were making.

“No. He was asking to see are ok. Will you forgive him yet?”

“Yes, if he buys me enough beer.”

“Good. I asked him to come at eight o’clock to have dinner with you.”

“I thought we’d have another quiet evening. Just the two of us.” His heart sank a little at the prospect of company other than hers.

“I must work so I can finish at eleven.” She had it all worked out.

“And you couldn’t find a pretty girl to baby-sit me?”

“I will go back to work and leave you here until 11 o’clock. Yah?”

“No! Ok. I’ll have dinner with Chris. Actually, feeding me will probably be the most work he’s done all week in my absence. I’m about done here.” He fumbled with his mitts at the paper dispenser, discovering that it was impossible to use without fingers. Sabine came to his rescue, extricating the end of the roll and tearing off a few sheets. He’d expected her to hand him the paper but instead, to his dismay, she said “Lean forward Liebling. I will clean you.”

When his body language showed clear resistance to the idea, Sabine asked again. “I washed you this morning. Yah?”

Daniel gave in. At least leaning forward hid his crimson face. Despite himself, Daniel got a perverse thrill out of this admittedly intimate contact. When he stood up, his cock sprang to full attention. Sabine freshened it up with a wet-wipe, if only as an excuse to caress him a little. She crouched to retrieve his pants and jeans from around his ankles and, on an impulse, seized Daniel’s helmet between her lips and slid them along his cock until he’d completely filled her mouth, then slowly back up until the tip emerged once more.

Standing, she drew up his pants, tucked his erection inside and buttoned his jeans. She washed her hands and they headed back to the bar area.

“Heineken?” Sabine asks as Daniel slides onto a barstool.

“I can’t. Remember?” He’s still on medication.

“I did not give you any tablets this morning. Have you had any pain?”

“No. No I haven’t. I guess I can have a beer after all. Thanks.”

“Can you hold a bottle?” She puts the Heineken in front of him. “Or do you need a straw?”

Holding it between his mitts, he can just manage to swig from the neck of the bottle. Satisfied that he’ll be ok with his drink, Sabine busies herself serving the rest of the bar.

Ernesto popped over to chat to Daniel for a few minutes and drew his attention to the framed print Chris had brought there. It had completely slipped Daniel’s mind but there it hung, in pride of place above the Wurlitzer. He decided to just grin and bear it.

Daniel thoroughly enjoyed his beer: His first in how many days? Too many. However, he didn’t want to overdo things and spoil Sabine’s plans for later. T minus six and a half hours. He declined a second bottle and went for a stroll instead.

When Daniel got back at 7:30, Chris was waiting for him, chatting with Sabine across the bar.

“Here he is.” Sabine nodded toward Daniel as he came in. Chris turned round.

“Hi Mate. Have a seat. How’re the hands? Sabine says you’re off the painkillers and back on beer. The usual?” Chris often did this – getting his half of a conversation over with in one breath. Daniel took it all in his stride. First he sat down.

“Hi Chris. The hands are getting better I guess. At least, they’re not hurting and I hope that’s a good sign. Yes, I’ll have a beer. Thanks.” The last was to Sabine who’d slid an open Heineken in front of him as he sat down. “Seen your handiwork?” He asked Chris as Sabine left them to it. Chris looked puzzled. “Above the Jukebox” Daniel glanced in the general direction.

“One day, you’ll thank me for that picture.” Chris prophesied.

“What the hell for? Turning your oldest mate into the subject of your bloody award bid?”

“It’s an ill wind that blows no good. If I hadn’t talked you into going to Brixton and I hadn’t given you an opportunity to show your true colours and I hadn’t had the presence of mind to make you famous for it, well, you’d still be sleeping alone.”

“Pardon?” Daniel played dumb, though he realized it stood little chance of working.

“Come off it, Mate. You’ve got that ‘just fucked’ look in your eyes. I’ve seen it often enough before – well, no, not often enough I suppose – but I’ve seen that look before. Sabine’s tripped you and you can deny it all you want. I’ll just ask her instead.” He would too.

“OK. Yes, we’re together. Maybe it’s serious. No, I am not going to tell you the details. Does that cover all bases?”

“What are you two talking about?” Sabine rejoins them from her side of the bar.

“Girls.” Daniel looks over at her meaningfully.

“You.” Chris looks at her too, grinning.

“Daniel has told you we are lovers. Yah?” Sabine clearly doesn’t consider it a secret.

“Not quite. Danny Boy was beating about the bush and avoiding actually saying it, but it’s pretty obvious.”

“Beating about the bush? This means?” Sabine asks.

“Sorry. It means to go around a subject while trying to avoid it.” Chris explains the colloquialism.

“He does this. He is shy…”

“He is here too.” Daniel pointedly reminds them he’s listening.

Turning to Daniel, though still speaking to Chris, Sabine adds “But he is a very good lover.”

Daniel’s amazed to find himself not blushing at this. “Thanks Sabine. That’s a little more information than this gossip hound needs.”

She leans over the bar as far as she can reach. Daniel meets her halfway for a quick buzz of the lips. “You should go and eat or you will be drunk later. Yah?”

She’s right. Beer on an empty stomach can get the better of a man.

They got a passing waitress to seat them and ordered steaks. Chris did a passable job of feeding him, though Daniel was pretty sure he’d be hearing about it for at least a decade. The hours passed swiftly and when Daniel next noticed the time, it was T minus ninety minutes.

Chapter 6 – Sabine keeps her promise

Sabine spent a few minutes in the loo attending to some of the basic hygiene issues for later. She was looking forward to this evening. A day of anticipation had taken its toll on her too. She was feeling very frisky. She’d only had Daniel properly inside her once and that was most definitely not enough. She felt empty now and she desperately wanted to feel full again. Her ass, her fotze and her mouth: She wanted all of them filled with his beautiful cock. She wanted all of them to be full of his come. She could feel her fotze stirring as she daydreamed. She touched herself. She was wet already. She touched her mouth, spreading the moisture like lip balm then she finished freshening up and collected Daniel from his table dead on Eleven o’clock.

“Sabine. Come and join us. Move over and make a bit of room, Danny Boy.” Chris saw her first and invited her to sit. She bent down to kiss Daniel. He tasted something familiar on her lips. He looked at her quizzically.

“Moesen saft.” She whispered. He was none the wiser. “We must go. We have shopping to do.” She added in a normal tone, loud enough for Chris to hear.

“Ok. You kids run along.” Chris had no problem being dumped in favour of what was clearly going to be some serious shagging. Shopping to do! Yeah, right. They bid him goodnight and left him with the bill. He smiled to himself. Daniel was finally getting some. Thank Christ for that!

Outside, Sabine pins Daniel to a convenient wall and kisses him properly. The subtle hint of pussy is there again, much fainter this time though.

“Have you been having lesbian sex? You taste of girl. What’s her name?”

“Moesen saft. In English it means…Saft is juice. Moese is the same as fotze…” She pats the front of her trousers to illustrate.

“Pussy juice?”

“Yah. Pussy juice.” She kisses him again. The added ingredient is all gone now though. “Is good. Yah?”

Daniel just grins “Taxi?”

“No. We will walk. We have nearly one hour and we must go shopping.”

“Shopping? Wasn’t that just an excuse to leave quickly?” He’s puzzled.

“You will see.” She hooks her arm through his and drags him into motion toward home.

She teases him ruthlessly all the way to Soho by grabbing his cock through his jeans every time a pretty girl walks toward them. If his cock responds to her touch, she mockingly accuses him of being attracted to the girl. Naturally, his cock responds whenever she touches it. Many of the pedestrians don’t notice. Most of those who do see, look away or look shocked. A few smile knowingly and one checks out Sabine.

“Did you see the way she looked at you?”

“Yah. She wants me perhaps. She is attractive. I think maybe I would like being with her.”

“You’re serious aren’t you?”

“Yah. You like girls. I like girls. It is the same I think.”

“It’s gonna take some getting used to. I’ve never been out with a girl who swung both ways before.” At least, he thinks, none that admitted it. “It’s very sexy though.”

“You would like me to be with another girl. Yah?”

The idea certainly is appealing. He looks back but the girl who’d checked out Sabine is nowhere to be seen. “Yes. Yes, I’d love it. But she’s gone.”

“I have a video tape. I will show you later. Come.” She steers him through the door of one of Soho’s abundance of sex shops. Going straight to the counter, she asks the assistant for some lubricant. The pretty but tarty Goth girl behind the counter points to the shelves on the left. Sabine peruses them and makes her selection. Daniel just tags along, struck dumb yet again by Sabine’s forthright attitude to her sex life.

A few yards further down the road, Daniel regains the power of speech.

“This tape. It’s you with another girl?” He isn’t sure she’d meant that.

“Yah. We shared a flat in Dusseldorf together. She wanted to work making porn films so we made a film to send to studios.”

“Sabine. You’re incredible.” He’s running out of fantasies. She’s fulfilled most of them in two days.

“And you are sweet.” she hugs him. “And big.” She traces a fingernail the length of his by now rock hard penis. How much longer until it’s inside her? “What is the time?”

“Eleven forty.”

Though neither of them suggests breaking the rules of the game, they negotiate the stairs to the flat with unseemly haste, practically falling through the door. It’s barely closed when Sabine’s clothes start hitting the floor.

Her t-shirt, bra, shoes, trousers and finally a white thong fell in a heap on the floor of the spare room. She turned to undress Daniel, taking barely more time to strip him of shirt, shoes, socks, jeans and underpants. Naked, he watched as Sabine bent to rummage through her hold-all, her ass presented for his viewing pleasure. He stepped forward, pressing his hard-on against her buttocks just to feel something other than fresh air on his swollen cock.

Sabine moved away. “Not yet.” She had a video tape in her hand as she headed for the living room with Daniel hot on her heels. “Sit there.” She indicated the sofa. He did as he was told. Obeying Sabine had proved quite rewarding so far. She put the tape in the VCR and joined him with the remote control. Producing a condom from thin air, she unwrapped it and wrapped him before hitting play. Daniel looked at the clock. T minus eight minutes.

The film started with two lingerie clad blondes kissing on a large bed. They looked enough alike to be sisters. Daniel recognised Sabine. The other girl was called Kelli. They stripped each other, hands roaming everywhere. Pretty standard stuff to start with. The camera appeared to be on a tripod so there were no close-ups. Daniel glanced at Sabine – she had a hand between her legs. On screen, she had a hand between another girl’s legs. He wished he had a hand too.

Kelli sucked on Sabine’s breasts, drawing her nipples out until they sprang back like elastic. Sabine gasped with pleasure. On the sofa, Sabine tweaked the same nipple between thumb and forefinger, gasping too. Daniel was torn between the live floorshow next to him and the lezzie porn on the screen. His cock throbbed.

He watched the girls licking each other’s juices off their fingers. Sabine’s fingers, moist and musky, found their way into his mouth. He sucked on them greedily.

Sabine squatted and Kelli’s wide open mouth was soon overflowing with pee. The golden shower over, she started licking Sabine, not just her pussy but her ass. Watching Kelli’s tongue working at her rosebud, Sabine pulled her knees up and apart and caressed it with her slick fingertip. Daniel slid off the sofa and rolled to thrust his face into Sabine’s crotch, desperate for her ass hole, however he could get it. She held her legs up and watched Kelli rim her while Daniel did the same.

“Not yet.” Sabine pushed him away gently. Time was running short and she needed some lubricant. On screen she was slipping two fingers into Kelli’s ass. She squeezed some lube onto her fingers and worked it into her own hole. One finger, then two, then three worked their way past the tight ring of her anus. It felt really good - but Daniel’s cock would feel better. Midnight was so near. She moved to position herself on all fours, between Daniel and the TV, her ass presented as her gift to him.

On the screen, Sabine was on all fours, her face buried between Kelli’s thighs, her bottom on full view. On the floor of the living room, Daniel was shuffling on his knees to get close behind her. She reached back, grasping his erection and guiding it toward its goal. The clock on the VCR flickered from 11:59 to 12:00 as she felt his helmet pressing urgently at her ass. She relaxed and thrust her hips back to meet it. After a momentary surge of painful pressure, his glans popped past her sphincter.

Daniel was in heaven. He eased forward, forcing his length all the way in. Balls deep in Sabine’s ass, he watched as Kelli fucked her with both ends of a double dildo. He started stroking in and out, trying to establish a rhythm despite being unable to hold on to her. It was not an easy thing without the use of his hands.

The girls swapped places. Kelli got fucked with a couple of gold vibrators. Daniel managed to get dislodged. Sabine took charge, urged him to roll over on his back and straddled him, sinking back down on his cock. She set a brisker pace than he’d managed, bobbing up and down with increasing vigour.

Kelli still had one vibrator up her ass but the other had gone. Instead she held her lips peeled wide apart, pissing in a long golden arc that Sabine lapped at like a drinking fountain.

Impaled on his cock, Sabine leant back and started rubbing her pussy, slapping it occasionally and slipping three fingers into her dripping wet hole, building toward her orgasm. She hadn’t been stretched like this for a long time and could hardly believe how good Daniel’s cock felt, buried in her bowels. As he emptied his balls into her, she came, crying out in shear ecstasy, pussy juice streaming from one tight hole, semen, squeezing out past his cock sheathed in the other.

Kelli and Sabine lay spread-eagled on the bed, fingering each other to mutual orgasms.

Daniel felt he must be dying. He’d never come so hard. Every nerve in his body jangled. Every muscle tensed. Every sense was overloaded: The feel of her burning body wrapped around his; the smell of sex hanging like incense in the air; the sight of her fucking him, fucking Kelli; the sighs and cries and guttural sounds of their orgasms; the lingering taste of her juices on his lips. He blacked out.

When he came to, a few seconds later, Sabine was lying beside him, looking equally exhausted but beatifically pleased with herself. They kissed and she shared her cum drenched fingers with him. Sabine and Kelli touched and tasted, touched and tasted, catching their breath.

“It is good. Yah?”

“The camerawork could bear a little improvement. Some close-ups and –” The rest of the sentence and the wind were knocked out of him as Sabine bounced up and straddled his chest at speed, pinning his arms down with hers. She slid down his torso until her buttocks rested against his still firm cock

“Not the film! Mein arsch. My ass. It is good. Yah?” She didn’t let him answer, grinding her mouth onto his instead. Eventually, she let him speak.

“Yes, it’s good. Your ass is wonderful and you are wonderful. Let me taste you again.”

“Eine moment.” Sabine slid his soiled condom off and skipped to the bathroom to dispose of it. While she was there, she cleaned off the rest of the lubricant too. It did not taste good and she wanted Daniel to taste only her tonight.

Daniel lay prone on the living room floor with his arms raised above his head in a posture of surrender. At last he’d lost his anal cherry. And he’d lost it to the sexiest girl he’d ever had, by a long way. And the film! Fucking awesome!

Sabine came back with the wet wipes. She and Kelli were sucking on either end of the double dildo.

“You are thinking of Kelli. Yah?” She looked at his cock. It had softened only slightly after he came and now it was standing tall and proud again, ready for anything. He glanced at it too, proud of his stamina and stature. It was sticky with his come though. He kind of expected her to wipe it for him.

“Not Kelli. You. This is just for you.” He nodded at his erection. The movement caused it to wave about comically.

“So? You prefer me to her? But she is a porn star. I think men prefer her.”

“I don’t. She is only a picture on the TV. You are real…and much sexier.” He threw in a basic compliment for good measure.

“I think we do not need these.” She looked thoughtfully at the wet wipes then put them down, knelt over Daniel’s face and proceeded to lick his cock clean, which it soon was. She didn’t stop. Daniel’s tongue had homed straight in on her rosebud but he’d worked his way along to her coral clit. “Yah! Das ist sehr gut!” she sighed, “but now you will fuck me. Yah?” Kelli was strapping on a dildo harness.

“It’ll be my pleasure. Where?”

“On the balcony.” She got up and opened the doors, letting in the sounds of the city and the warm night air.

“That wasn’t what I meant… Oh, what the hell! Got another rubber?”

“Yah.” She skinned him up and dragged him to his feet. Kelli had Sabine on all fours, eager for the slick black dildo.

Sabine bent over the balcony rail, reaching back to guide Daniel’s cock into her fotze.

“Fich mich. Fuck me! Hard!” Sabine urged Daniel on.

Here at last was a position he could take charge in without his hands. He thrust his hips, driving his cock into her for all he was worth, spurred on by the sounds of Kelli’s strap-on ravaging Sabine’s pussy.

Sabine gasped and squealed at each stroke of his cock and the occasional impact of his heavy balls against her clit. She begged him to fuck her harder and harder as she neared climax.

Daniel grunted with the effort but managed one last brief burst of speed that pushed Sabine into an earth shattering orgasm accompanied by a neighbourhood waking scream of pure delight. This! This was what she wanted!

Sabine whimpered and sobbed, overcome with the sensations as she came back down to earth with Daniel’s huge hard-on still pounding at her tender, sated fotze.

A few final strokes and he came too, sighing as his semen boiled through his cock and erupted in three great spurts deep inside her.

Daniel and Sabine could barely stand. They held on to each other for support all the way back to the sofa, collapsing onto its cushions, quite literally shagged out. Kelli got off the bed and turned off the camera.