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TLC

By: adam applebiter



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 15x12 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. 


TLC - A Season to Remember



Vol. 1: A Season to Remember

I own a small construction company in the South West. At the time it was big enough that I didn't get out and do much of the building myself any more, but not really big enough to hiring any office help either. Once my crews were out for the day I didn't usually see anyone in the office until three or four when the crews would start to trickle back in. I often found myself making excuses to get out and run errands or go check on jobsites, just to get out of the office for a bit. So one afternoon I was taking a long lunch, when a young woman caught my eye as she entered the restaurant I was eating in. I'm not sure exactly what I found so fascinating about her. She wasn't remarkable in any way just cute, with nice curves and a good girl-next-door look about her. I watched as she ordered then struggled with her tray and drink and the pile of paperwork she was carrying. She appeared to be quite distracted and flustered. She juggled her armload of stuff across the restaurant and down the isle that I was seated in. To my shock and amusement her load toppled just as she reached my table. Stuff went in every direction; she grabbed at everything desperately but didn't end up catching anything.

"Fuck!" she said under her breath.

I could see in her face this was just the icing on an already horrible day so I did something very out of character for me and tried to lend a hand. 

"Thanks. Thanks a lot. Been one of those days you know." She said picking up the remainder of her lunch and placing it on the table next to mine.

"Hey no problem, I know what those day are like." Helping her pick up the fallen papers, I noticed that they were job applications and over the next few minutes I found out that the young woman's name was Lisa and that she was a recently out of work second year business major at the local university. And so for the second time that afternoon I did something out of character and told her to come by my office and fill out an application. She agreed and I wrapped up my lunch and left.

The next day I had forgotten about the encounter until a silver Jetta pulled into my yard. Now my office is in a small converted two story house situated in the back corner of a three acre lot where I keep my construction equipment. My office takes up several of what where upstairs bedrooms and looks out over the yard and out toward the front gate. So I saw her drive in from behind my desk and by the time I had gotten down stairs she had walked up to the main entrance and was knocking. 

"Come on in." I called.

"Hi remember me? I came to see about a job."

"Yeah, yeah sure come on in." Hastily I moved some of the clutter from a long folding table that sat centered in the otherwise empty living room. 

"Welcome to the conference room." I chuckled motioning to a seat at the table. For about a quarter of an hour I interviewed Alana but in truth the moment I'd seen her walking up to the front door I'd known I was going to hire her, need her or not. We settled on a decent wage, hours, and the like and agreed that she could start the very next day.

When I arrived at work the next morning Lisa was waiting and had drawn quit the crowd as all of my carpenters and construction hands gawked and stumbled over themselves trying to be the first to talk to the new girl. But after the morning meeting I was able to get them all off to their jobsites and at that point I found myself alone with Lisa. We chit-chatted awkwardly for a while and pulled a desk and chair out of the storage shed in back, then I gave her out some filling and miscellaneous office work to do and went up to my office.

I found myself distracted all day, thinking about Lisa and her nice little body. At thirty something and fully involved in a stagnant marriage my mind was all too willing to fantasize about a young college girl with perky tits and a great ass. But for the next few months I was able to keep myself in check and be a good upstanding respectable boss. 

But one day about half way through the football season Lisa came into my office wearing a hooded sweatshirt with the logo of the local pro football team on it. The week had been long and trying and so I was a little irritable and when I said, "A fan? They suck this season." I said it with more sting than I meant to.

"What do you mean? Their doing fine." Lisa barked back.

"We'll see they've still go time to screw it up."

"Well why don't you put your money were your mouth is then?" I was taken back and amused at Lisa's boldness, up till then she had been very demurer.

"What shall we wager then?" I asked.

"I'm always in need of money. Hows about fifty bucks?"

"No I'd feel bad taking your money... how about your team wins you get that fifty, they loose you rub my shoulders every day during your lunch hour for a week?"

Lisa thought for a minute then with a confident smirk she said, "Deal."

That weekend came and went with a close loss for Lisa's team and all week I enjoyed neck rubs and the chance to goad Lisa about her loss. When the next Friday came around Lisa brought up the subject of coming Sunday's game while she rubbed my shoulders. "So what's the bet this week? Care to make it a hundred this time?"

"A hundred? I don't think a hundred is worth a week of back rubs."

"Well what would be worth it?"

"I don't know let me think."

After several seconds of silence Lisa chimed in, "What if I did all my work for a week in my bra and panties?"

"What!" I almost fell out of my chair.

"What? Were the only ones her all day. Besides I know you've been looking at my ass and tits, I've caught you." Lisa looked devilish as she continued, "Don't worry I don't mind. So how about it? After the guys leave I'll strip down, do my work, you can look, ONLY LOOK, and first sign of company I'm off to the bathroom to dress." Lisa paused for a moment then continued. "But really it isn't going to matter anyway because there going to win." 

Stunned and speechless all I could do was nod in acceptance of the bet. My cock had suddenly grown very hard under my desk. I couldn't believe Lisa had caught me looking at her. I'd thought I'd been sly and tactful stealing little sideways glances.

"I'll take that as a yes." Lisa said as she sauntered out my office door, her hips swaying a little more than normal as she left. My opinion of Lisa had definitely changed over the passed weeks, I had really grown to find her curvy little body very sexy and this new bad girl core under the wholesome good girl exterior really turned me on.

Sunday came and went with another Loss being put on the board for Lisa's team. My excitement as I drove to work on Monday morning was overwhelming and the daily staff meeting seemed excruciatingly long. But finally I found myself at my desk distracted and hard as a rock. A few minutes later in walked Lisa. My eyes nearly jumped out of my head when I saw her. She had on a black lacy underwear set with matching thigh high stockings and guarder. Her slightly olive toned skin was flawless, she carried just the right amount of weight to have beautiful curves and full perky C-cup breasts but still maintain a nice flat stomach and the greatest hart shaped ass I had ever seen. I almost came in pants right there on the spot. Lisa seemed to enjoy by open mouthed boyish reaction. After depositing a pile of papers onto my desk she made a show of dropping a pencil as she left so that she could bend at the waist and give me a full view of g-string parted ass and smooth legs.

Needless to say the rest of the day was hard to get through and at the same time far too short. I found every little excuse I could to call Lisa on the intercom and ask her to come to my office so that I could get another look at her stunning body. She played along great, never complaining and except for a permanent little grin she didn't give any sign at all that anything was out of the ordinary. 

Before I knew it Friday was there again and I must admit that I had been amazed at the variety of beautiful lingerie Lisa had warn for me all week. I was also curious whether or not she would bring up the coming game and want to make another bet. I didn't have to wait long for my answer. Lisa entered my office in a lacy white bra and panties that clearly showed the outline of each areola as well as a well groomed patch of pubic hair. I thought immediately of a naughty dark haired angle when I saw her.

"Good morning." She said. "Ready for our bet?"

"You still want to continue? Your teams not doing much for you lately."

"We'll see. So what do you say to five hundred this time?"

"Five hundred?" I made a show of whistling through my teeth. "That's a lot of money what are you going to put up?"

"I don't know would you like to see me naked?"

"Very much."

"Well then I'll do all my work for a week naked. How's that?"

"Yeah that will work. Your on." 

Much to my disappointment however Lisa's team closed out November with two wins, each costing me five hundred a peace. Now I do pretty well for myself in the construction biz but dropping a grand in a month of gambling really hurt and so when I declined Lisa's next wager of working nude she was very disappointed. She returned to my office later that day with a new improved offer.

"OK, how about five hundred if I win, I'll work naked if I loose and one day of your choice I'll give you a hand job?"

"A hand job?" I was intrigued and not having seen Lisa in anyting less than full dress for several weeks I admittedly needed a Lisa fix but I wanted to see if I could up the ante. "How about working naked and one blow job?"

Lisa considered the offer for a few moments then nodded wearing the same devilish grin that I'd seen her wear before. "Your on."

I again spent my Sunday watching football anxiously awaiting the out come. The game went back and froth but in the end Lisa's team lost. Relief and excitement filled me. I had a hard time sleeping and the drive in on Monday was too long. But finally about 8:30AM my reward arrived and I was not disappointed. Lisa came into my office naked from head to toe. She was gorgeous. Her breasts were as perky without a bra as they had been with one and her nipples were large and pink and obviously cold. The curve of her torso was awesome shrinking in gently from her full bosom to her flat tight stomach then flowing back out at her hips creating a perfect hourglass shape. Her toned legs met at dark patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair with just a glimpse of lips beneath. I found myself once again speechless.

"You like?" Lisa said smiling broadly and doing a little twirl.

"Yes." Was all I could squeak out. 

"Good. So do you want your reward now or later?"

"Ah... Now I think."

"Good. I thought you'd say that." And without hesitation Lisa gracefully strolled around the desk and knelt before my chair. With deft fingers she undid my belt and opened my jeans wide exposing my boxers. My cock was already struggling to burst through them and so when she undid the button it sprang out precum already glistening on its tip. She gently stroked it a few times before lowering her mouth to its head and flicking her tongue out licking off the precum. The sensation was overwhelming and I lay back in my chair engrossed in the amazing feeling. She cooed softly after tasting me and then in one motion engulfed me to the root. I almost came immediately and only through sheer willpower was I able to hold on longer. Rhythmically Lisa sucked my cock in and out maintaining a wonderfully tight seal. The warmth of her lips and tongue felt so good that after only a short time I spoke out in a hoarse voice telling her that I was going to cum soon. Lisa only reaction was to look up and smile broadly again. I was so pleased, my wife would never let me cum in her mouth and the mere fact that Lisa wanted it sent me over the edge. Spurt after spurt of pent up fluid shot from my cock into Lisa's mouth. She never missed a stroke only slowed slightly milking every drop from me and swallowing it all. Spent and exhausted I slumped back into my chair panting.

"That was amazing!" I said when Lisa stood up finally.

"I'm glad you liked it. It was fun. Who knows maybe I'll get to do it again sometime." Lisa replied with that familiar knowing grin before she turned and left my office. 

The week was great. Watching Lisa strut around the office naked made going to work very enjoyable. When Friday came I was pretty bummed that my reward was coming to an end, but excited at the prospect of making another bet. Lisa came into my office that morning as usual to line me out for the day and I soaked in every bit of her that I could. To my amazement that morning she walked strait around my desk and went to her knees again. My eyes lit up with anticipation and glee. She proceeded to give me another amazing blow job and this time I was able to hold out just a little longer before blowing my load in her mouth again. 

"Wow what was that for?" I asked

Lisa shrugged and stood up smiling. "Call it a prepayment on any future debt. So I've been thinking. This weeks game."

"Yes?"

"How about a grand?"

"Wow high roller. I don't know."

"Oh come on I'll let you bend me over your desk if you win."

"You know how to motivate me. Lets do it."

Thank god for that crappy team because on Sunday they lost again securing what I was sure was going to be my most enjoyable sexual experience since college. At work on Monday Lisa came into my office fully clothed and I was a little worried that she had decided to finally renege on our ever escalating bets. But as soon as she was in the door she began a music less strip show, sensually removing her blouse and skirt before walking around behind my desk and continuing to disrobe in more of a lap dance. I had grown used to seeing her naked body but I hadn't gotten tired of it and I couldn't keep myself from concentrating on that beautiful pussy that would be mine in mere moments.

"Mount up boss man." Lisa cooed getting up off my lap and leaning over my desk.

I wasted no time stripping down my pants and boxer releasing my raging hard on. Stepping up to Lisa's gorgeous ass I rubbed the head of penis up and down along her glistening slit. It appeared as though she had been looking forward to this too. I jerked a little as the skin on skin contact aroused me further and like a first timer I hastily plunged my whole length into her. She moaned softly beneath me as I sank in all the way letting my nuts rest on her open pussy. Palming each ass cheek I slowly pulled out feeling her tight grip and smooth velvet walls around me. In I went a second time, bottoming out again and receiving another low moan in return. Soon I had quickened the pace and Lisa was rocking back with each trust to meet me. Looking down watching my shiny prick plunge in and out of this much younger women I kept telling myself to, "hold on, keep going, not yet, this is too good." Gently applying outward pressure with my palms I spread Lisa beautiful ass watching her dark pink hole pucker with each stroke. Panting and uncontrollably quickening my pace I braced myself for the inevitable.

"Just a second... Just a... second. I'm almost...there." Lisa gasped. Her pleading sent me over the edge and I began to spray my seamen deep into her. Just as I started to cum, I felt her clamp down around me and push back hard. Then her hips bucked slightly and the loudest scream of ecstasy that I've ever coaxed from a women rushed from her lips. Panting we both collapsed onto my desk.

We didn't really talk about the encounter for the rest of the week and I'm not sure if there's going to be a bet for next week. But I'm sure now that hiring Lisa was a great move.



TLC Pt. 02



Chapter 7 – The gloves come off

A man walks into a bar...

Getting that déjà vu feeling? 

A man walks into a bar and raises his hands in an attitude of surrender. They're perhaps a little too pink looking, but apart from that, they're just hands. Well, no, they're not just hands. They're Daniel's hands and it's been a fraught couple of months without them but now they're back!

Behind the bar there's a tall, slim blonde girl reaching up to fill a glass from an optic. Turning, to give a customer his drink, she catches sight of Daniel and her face lights up.

In less heartbeats than he could count on his recently acquired fingers, Sabine is in his arms, Sabine's tongue is in his mouth and Sabine's hair – her beautiful platinum blond curls – Sabine's hair is entangled in his fingers. Daniel fights manfully in defence of his tonsils, all the while revelling in the sensations coursing through his fingertips. To finally be able to touch Sabine after so long! Bliss. 

They call it a draw and separate just enough to breathe. Daniel makes damn sure she doesn't move any further from him by the simple expedient of sliding his hands down onto her bottom. He's changed a lot since that day of impetuous heroism, or reckless stupidity as he prefers to think of it. Back then, Daniel would never have considered such an intimate touch in public: He'd have blushed until he haemorrhaged at the mere prospect. Sabine has certainly cured his timidity.

"No more bandages?" Sabine is enjoying being touched by her lover for the first time. The swelling pressed against her abdomen tells her Daniel is enjoying it too. 

"No more bandages. But I do have to go back to work on Monday."

"So. Tonight I will move back to my flat. Yah?"

"Don't even joke about that. If you try to leave me I'll... I'll lock you in and throw all your clothes off the balcony so you can't go out at all."

"I can go out without clothes. I do not mind."

"I think you would too! Shameless woman." He knows better than to call her bluff. She's not bluffing.

"With my family, I spent many days at the beach, naked. My body is not shameful."

"No. Your body is not shameful. It's beautiful, it's wonderful and it's one reason why you're not moving out"

"Yah? I will stay. But not for what you say. I will stay because I think there are things you do not say." She kisses him again. The matter is settled. Not that she had any intention of moving out. She just wanted to hear Daniel say it. 

"Mmm. As you're at work, I'll have two Heinekens please. Chris'll be here any minute." He lets go, patting her bottom to urge her on her way. 

"Chris is here now. Hiya Danny Boy. Hi Sabine." He slaps Daniel on the back and brushes past him to give Sabine a peck on the cheek. "He's got hands again and what's the first thing he does? Molest a barmaid." Chris winks at her.

"He is allowed I think." There's a spring in her step as she heads back behind the counter and pops the tops on a couple of beers for the guys. 

"Truly, my friend, you have been blessed." Chris commented as he watched Sabine move down the bar to deal with the rapidly rising tide of thirsty suits. He glanced at his watch. 6PM. The weekend had officially started and it looked like it was going to get busy.

"I know. She's a great girl." Daniel turned his head to watch Sabine's tight black trousers too. He didn't have a problem with the way his best friend looked at his girlfriend. Sabine was hard to ignore. She moved like she was on a catwalk - or in a cat house. 

"A great girl? Danny Boy, she – " Chris pointed in Sabine's direction, unnecessarily indicating who he meant. " She is ubertotty! She's not just fuckin' gorgeous – There's a lot of that around here, thanks to Ernesto – Mate, that girl held your dick for you in a nightclub toilet so you didn't piss on your shoes. How accommodating is that?"

"I know-"

"And she's the best sex you've ever had. Leastways. I've never seen you look so smug for so long, not even after you lost your cherry to that...what's her name...Lisa, back in college. 'A great girl' indeed!" 

"As I was trying to say, before you got into the pulpit, Sabine's a great girl, playful, practical, truly adorable and for some unfathomable reason, as mad about me as I am about her. Yes I am blessed. My cup runneth over."

"Good. It'd be a crying shame if all that talent" He gesticulated in Sabine's direction again "was going to waste. My round." 

They drank beer and ogled girls and talked about work for a couple of hours. When Daniel asked Sabine for a fifth round of beers, she handed him the bar snack menu too.

"There are no tables and you must eat or you will be drunk. Yah?"

"Good point. Can you order me a club sandwich and some fries. Chris? Food?"

"No thanks. Just beer for me. I won't be up all night." Chris winked at Sabine, who couldn't help smirking.

"So. One club sandwich with French fries and two Heinekens." Sabine slid two open bottles across the bar taking the opportunity to hold Daniel's hand a moment and squeeze it gently to remind him of all the good reasons for getting home still reasonably sober and coordinated.

While waiting for his sandwich, Daniel excused himself to answer the call of nature – one of the many things he could again do for himself. He got back to find his food waiting, minus a few fries that Chris was grazing on.

"Sabine wondered where you'd gone. I told her you were getting reacquainted with your dick. The fries are good. Try some." Chris helped himself to more of Daniel's dinner.

"I thought you weren't hungry." Daniel sat down to eat.

"I'm not, but they were getting cold. Another beer?" 

"No thanks. I've still got half of this one." Mindful of what might be expected of him tonight, Daniel was making it his last beer.

"Everything is ok for you boys. Yah?" Sabine, noticing Daniel's return, came over.

"Fine, Leibschen." Daniel offered her a rather long French fry. She bit half of it. He had the rest. "The loo's nowhere near as much fun without you though."

Sabine leant over the bar to be kissed. Daniel met her halfway. It was brief and salty from the fries.

"Chris wants another beer though and I'd better stick to OJ. I feel lucky tonight."

"Yah? I think I am very tired tonight. Maybe I will go straight to sleep." She tries and fails to keep a straight face. "One OJ. One Heineken." She leaves the boys to their drinks. The bar's very busy, even for Friday night.

Round midnight, Chris toddled off in search of a taxi home, leaving Daniel to sit at the end of the bar – far less crowded now – watching his beautiful lover collecting and cleaning glasses. 

Chris had been dead right about him being blessed. In the two months they'd been together he'd yet to find anything she was unwilling to try. Actually, thinking on it, pretty much everything since that first blowjob had been initiated by her.

He found himself mentally undressing her: Those lovely long legs, taut buttocks, almost but not quite hiding her rosebud ass; That smooth pussy below her flat belly; The slim waist tapering up to her pert breasts that defied gravity so effortlessly. Her slender neck: He'd kissed it so often, nibbling on her earlobe and nuzzling her curls. Finally, her crowning glory, her lips: lush, moist, soft and always so full of promise. It was a promise they kept too. He could die in her mouth: had died, in the Victorian sense, dozens of times. She looked angelic and tonight... tonight he would touch heaven.

"Dan..." Ernesto broke in on his reverie. "Dan?"

"Hi Ernesto. Sorry, I was miles away."

"Not exactly miles." Ernesto observes, looking to where Sabine was busy at the far end of the bar. "Sabine." He calls her over. "You kids get out of here. Go on." He's well aware that tonight has been eagerly awaited by the young couple.

They practically fell into their usual convenient doorway, lips hermetically sealed together. Daniel's hand slipped between her thighs, feeling the heat radiating through the layers of fabric. She was clearly as aroused as he was. He reached for her breast. Her flesh, unrestrained inside her T-shirt, yielded at his touch. He found what he was searching for, the even softer, puffy nipple and areola. Two fingers circled gently over it, feeling it waken to his touch. He did the same to her other nipple, only satisfied when both were as erect as he was – and Sabine's own hand was making sure he was very erect. 

"Let's go home." Daniel whispered in her ear.

"Yah Leibling. I am very tired." She winked at him, took his hand in hers and they started walking, Sabine practically skipping along beside him.

Daniel realized that guys on the street were staring at Sabine's rigid nipples and he was turned on by the fact. It had never occurred to him that he might enjoy that sort of thing. It was something to explore further if the opportunity arose.

Sabine was tingling with anticipation. They'd had two months of really good sex: It hadn't taken much to cure Daniel of his shyness and, once she had, he'd turned out to be a wonderful lover. The odd situation with his personal helplessness had been fun too. The incredible intimacy of their shared ablutions, the opportunities to tease and torment him, the total control over him: She loved it. The only thing missing was his touch and, in a very few minutes, she would have that too. Moisture soaked into the gusset of her panties as she thought about all the places his fingers would explore tonight. She squeezed his hand in hers. Even this simple gesture of affection and belonging sent a thrill through her.

Chapter 8 – Things to do with an un-bandaged hand.

Their street... their building... their stairs... their door... As it clicked closed behind them, Daniel, unable to contain his desire any longer, grabbed at Sabine's T-shirt, practically trying to rip it off her body. 

Sabine laughed as she pushed his hands back down, stepping close enough to press her breasts against him and to feel his lovely manhood pressing against her belly. She kissed him, slowing the pace right down. He went with it, embracing her in return, letting his hands slide down onto her bottom.

Her bottom. He adored it, even though Sabine had so frequently used it as bait to torment him in his frailty. It crossed his mind that perhaps he should put her over his knee and teach her what else he could do to her ass now he had the palm of his hand back. Later maybe. Right now Sabine was taking charge again.

"You must go to bed. I will put my uniform in the washing machine. It smells of cigarettes. Then I will join you. Yah?" 

"Ok. But don't be long or I'll start without you. I can now, remember?"

"I will not be long." She pecked his lips once more as she backed him into the bedroom and pulled the door closed. Sabine stripped in the kitchen, put everything but her shoes in the washing machine then headed for the bathroom to freshen up.

Daniel undressed himself for the first time since Sabine had moved in. It was a bad precedent, since he really wanted her to continue doing it for him. He lay on the bed to wait for her, stroking his erection. It felt good to be able to touch himself again. He listened to the sound of the toilet flushing, heard the shower running. They always showered together. It was one of their little rituals. He got off the bed and made his way to the bathroom to join her. 

Sabine heard him come into the room and called out.

"You are not in bed yet?"

"I thought I'd join you. Wash your back for you maybe."

"So impatient! Go to bed. I will be ready soon. Yah?"

"Well, if you're sure you wouldn't rather –"

"Yah. I am sure." 

He could hear the laughter in her voice. "Ok. You win – again. Don't be long." He went back to bed and waited. 

The shower went silent and a shadow flashed past the bedroom door into the spare room. What was she up to now? He stroked himself and waited.

Sabine took her time getting ready. Anticipation would only sharpen Daniel's appetite. She'd planned for this night. She got out the special outfit she'd been saving for the occasion and dressed. 

He looked round to see Sabine framed in the doorway, stood almost in an attitude of prayer with a church candle cradled in her hands. She paused for effect then put the candle on the bedside table and turned out the lights. By the flickering light of the single flame, Daniel watched as she moved slowly around to the far side of the bed – the side he was lying on. He'd expected her to be naked. She was usually naked around the flat, but not this time. Her outfit was stunning. It looked like pyjamas, pants low slung on her hips, top fastened by a single bow and all in white fabric so gossamer thin that, even by candle light, nothing was hidden from Daniel's gaze. She stopped within his reach.

"Now you can undress me. Yah?" She manages to look demure, just as a virgin bride might look on her wedding night, if such a creature still exists in this day and age.

Daniel sits up on the edge of the bed, reaches for Sabine's hand and draws her closer. He holds her hand to his lips and gently kisses her palm before plucking at the ribbon that fastens her jacket, drawing the bow into a smaller and smaller loop until it vanishes and the fabric falls away from her breasts with a whisper soft susurration of silk on skin. He cups her bosom in his palms, feeling the smooth, warm, malleable flesh quiver with Sabine's excitement. His thumbs trace round her puffy areolae. Her engorged nipples resist his efforts to push them flat, popping back up like pressure cooker valves. Much as he enjoys her breasts, he has a lot to do tonight so, with a frisson of reluctance, his hands slide up to her shoulders, pushing back the gossamer silk until it cascades down her arms and pools on the bedroom carpet. His fingers fumble a moment with the scrunchy that holds her hair. She turns her head to accommodate him and he frees her still wet tresses, combs out the long blond locks with his fingers, feeling the water cool on his skin. 

Daniel touches her face, tracing her features like a blind man. As his fingertips brush across her lips, Sabine draws his index finger into her mouth, sucks it, tickling his fingertip with her tongue. His cock throbs in his lap as he makes the association between the sensations surrounding his finger and the more familiar feeling of fellatio. Daniel moves both hands onto her belly, smooth as a cat, taut and flat, with just the small sensitive dimple of her navel the only landmark. A pinky explores that little crater where she's so ticklish, prompting just a bit of a flinch from her and a giggle.

His thumbs hook the waistband of her pants, drawing them over her hips and down her thighs. Gravity lends him a moment's assistance and they drop around her feet like the foam around the feet of Aphrodite as she rose from the Cyprian sea. 

Her thighs tremble as his hand slides up between them to her fotze. The pressure of his fingertips along her labia makes her sigh. She yearns to feel him inside her but this is his moment and she will not hurry him. 

Daniel withdraws his hand examines the moisture glistening as he rubs thumb and forefinger together, feeling the slickness, then offers his fingertips for her to suck. He loves the expression on her face when she tastes herself and this time is no different. His other hand replaces the first, between her labia. One finger finds her entrance and slips like a thief into her body. The thief is caught, imprisoned by her vaginal walls. She will not release him. His accomplice thumb massages either side of her clit, never quite touching the sweet spot, coaxing her gently to the brink of her first orgasm of the night. Just as she is about to come, his thumb moves directly onto her clitoris, rubbing it as fiercely as he's watched her do to herself. Her orgasm explodes outwards from that point, his finger feels like its being drawn further into her by the rippling muscles of her pussy. He pushes too, writhes inside her. As her passion subsides, her legs give way and she collapses onto the bed, his hand still buried between her thighs. 

Sabine spreads her legs languorously, allowing him to withdraw his finger. 

Lying beside her, propped on one elbow, Daniel peruses her body from one pair of moist, parted lips to another. He strokes his cock, feeling how ready for action his hard length is, but two months with Sabine has taught him the value of patience. Tonight, it's going to be her turn to beg for it. He slips over the side of the bed, the better to gain access to her spread crotch. In the shadows of a single candle, he relies on Braille to find his way around. 

Sabine gasps as her labia are pinched and drawn open in the semblance of an orchid. She feels the fluid remains of her orgasm oozing out of her fotze, trickling down toward her ass. What is he waiting for? A cool blast washes over her inner lips as he blows on them. The orchid's petals stir as she tenses momentarily at the surprising sensation, squeezing more nectar from her body. Another cool blast, but this time she is expecting it. The cold air feels so good curling around her clitoral hood. She sighs. His fingers – she's desperate for his fingers. She draws her legs up higher, reaches down and displaces his hands, spreading her own lips wide, wider than he had spread her. She writhes as Daniel's tongue plunges into her, his lips grinding against her coral pink flesh, lapping at her juices, all the while driving her headlong toward another orgasm. 

"Yah! Das ist sehr gut!" She sighs as she squirms against his face. Daniel's questing fingers find her rosebud anus, slick with her own secretions. With insistent pressure he pushes past the resistance of her sphincter, sinking his index finger into her rectum. She gasps, forces herself to relax and accept his intrusion. A second finger, a louder gasp as momentary discomfort gives way to delight. She is on the very brink of 

coming. 

His tongue withdraws from her fotze and starts lashing her clitoris. She cries out as he tips her over the edge of the abyss into orgasmic oblivion. His free hand drives two fingers straight into her gaping hole, withdraws and plunges into the depths again – again – again.

"Yah... Oh Yah...YAH!" Her cries of ecstasy rise almost to a scream as wave upon wave of sensations crash against her nervous system. The final wave of pleasure tears the orchid's petals from her grasp, uproots his questing fingers from her flesh and washes away all thoughts as she slips into unconsciousness, exhausted and sated by her climax.

The first time Sabine passed out during an orgasm, Daniel had been scared witless but it'd happened a few times since and he'd got used to it. He lay alongside her and cradled her head, stroked hair away from her face and waited for her to recover. Man! It felt good to have his hands back.

Sabine was only out for a few seconds. She opened her eyes to see Daniel smiling down at her. "Mmm." If she were a cat, she'd purr. "This is for me. Yah?" It was almost a reflex that she'd reached for his penis. Her thumb smeared a teardrop of seminal fluid in little circles around his glans. 

"Yes Leibschen, it's for you, all of it. Better catch your breath first though. You're gonna need it." Daniel had got quite adept at fucking without having his hands to stabilize him. His thighs had toned up a lot to meet Sabine's demands for really forceful penetration. He wondered just how much she'd take before calling pax. He wanted to find out if the return of his hands would make enough difference. Was he at last enough of a man to satisfy Sabine? Time to find out.

"So. I think I am ready for this." She gave his hard shaft a squeeze, clearly approving of its readiness for duty. 

Daniel reached into the drawer at the bedside, retrieving a condom. This was one thing he hadn't missed doing for himself. He handed the little foil sachet to Sabine. She took his cock in her mouth, sliding down it's length until he was almost entirely hidden from view, then sliding equally slowly back up to the tip and releasing him. Only then did she roll the sheath onto his penis, stroking it down with both hands. It was a ritual he'd inadvertently started by telling her about 'kissing the rod' – a Victorian tradition whereby a wife or daughter would kiss the wooden rod used to beat her, to show that she accepted the authority of her husband or father. 




TLC Pt. 02



Sabine has 'kissed the rod', now she assumes the position, on her knees, head low and hips thrust back to offer him two ports of call. He loves this moment of choice – Eeny-meeny-miney-mo-Into-which-hole-will-we-go? He kneels close behind her, guiding the head of his penis to the orifice of his choice and, after a moment's pause, thrusts into her.

"Shhh." Sabine hisses through her teeth as Daniel's cock ploughs into her as far as her cervix. She revels in the feeling of her vaginal walls distending around his swollen head, her pelvic floor muscles bear down on him, gripping his shaft. Sabine feels the sense of loss as he withdraws, the delight of being filled again as he slams back into her. He's quickly into his usual rhythm, long, powerful strokes pistoning in and out as hard and fast as he can. Sabine is in a state of absolute rapture, the rest of her body might as well not be there. There is only her fotze. The limits of her world are defined by how far Daniel can stretch her. When she is empty, she has no purpose. When she is full, she is fulfilled. 

Daniel grasps her hips to steady himself and steps up the pace. His cock is driving through the muscular resistance of her cunt and being dragged back out with such fury his condom tears. Unheeded, for there's no stopping him now, it's soon in tatters. His teeth are clenched as he desperately holds back his orgasm as long as he possibly can.

Sabine sobs into the pillows, delirious with ecstasy as Daniel's newfound power lifts her over the threshold of her third orgasm. Her muscles spasm wildly around his cock, gripping him even more tightly, but still his assault on her is relentless. A second climax washes through her as the first subsides. Her entire body is quivering as Daniel manages one final grunting thrust and erupts deep inside her, spurt upon spurt of lava-hot seed pouring from him, flooding every furthest recess of her cunt.

Two exhausted bodies lie in a Gordian knot of limbs, breathing in ragged, heavy gasps. Tears have moistened Sabine's cheeks but her eyes show only beatitude. She manages a smile to dispel the shadows of concern on Daniel's brow. It takes a few minutes but their breathing quietens, no longer sounding like a pair of stalkers in payphones.

"Leibling...you are...I do not have the English - In German we say 'der aufreisser' – When a man wants to tear a woman." She smiles contentedly again. "tear a woman apart? I can say this in English. Yah?"

"Sure. You're not torn though. Are you?" It suddenly dawns on him that he may have damaged her. He looks worried as he glances down, looking for signs of blood. Sabine laughs.

"No. I think only your condom will not be ok." She reaches for him, rolling the shredded remains of the prophylactic sheath off his rapidly diminishing manhood. "It was good to abspritzen - to... come – without it. Yah?"

"Oh yeah." It'd felt fantastic to lose the sheath and finally feel her pussy around his cock with no barrier between them. 

"So you did not stop. You want my belly swollen with babies. Yah?" She teases.

"Yes. And your breasts heavy with milk." He squeezes one gently.

"I think I will not be pregnant this time but..." She pauses o think.

"But?"

"But you are very bad to make such mess. See!" Sabine reaches for the bedside lamp. Candlelight may be romantic but it's no match for a 25 watt bulb when it comes to actually being able to see things. The sudden brightness dazzles them both. Daniel blinks and squints until his eyes adjust. "See!" Sabine reiterates, parting her thighs just a bit further to show Daniel his semen leaking from her fotze. 

"Oops." Daniel grins sheepishly. "I suppose I'd better clean that up."

"Yah. It is your mess. You must clean it up."

Daniel didn't need asking twice. Sabine had already heard all about his fetish for the taste of his own semen – and how he developed such a habit. The night he told her, and often since, she'd shared a mouthful with him after fellatio. Now he was planning on returning the favour.

He dipped his head between her thighs, dipped his tongue between the puffy petals of her pussy and lapped at the milk and honey flowing from the promised land. Some of their juices had already trickled down over her ass. His tongue flickered along the valley of her buttocks, he licked eagerly around her anus, pressing the tip of his tongue into the tiny puckered centre momentarily before mopping up a rivulet of – what did she call it? Moesen saft – mopping up moesen saft all the way back to her recently ravaged hole. Sabine gently tensed her vaginal muscles, squeezing more of his come toward his waiting tongue. When he had a good mouthful, he moved back up the bed to share his prize.

Sabine thoroughly enjoyed her tongue bath. Daniel had proved an apt student of oral technique and right now he was bucking for a straight 'A' grade. She was too fatigued for another orgasm and was glad Daniel stayed clear of her clit. He was creating such pleasant sensations without resorting to it that she was a little disappointed when he stopped licking her insides and moved to kiss her. Semen trickled from his mouth to hers and back again. She'd always enjoyed the taste of come but most men, it seemed, didn't. Did they think it made them gay to like it? Whatever. Soon, their kiss contained only the aftertaste of sex, tangy, a little saline. Sabine would have been glad to make this a kiss goodnight but Daniel's cock was rampant again – eating her fotze generally had that effect. 

Daniel ignored his hard-on. Sabine was clearly too tired to enjoy another fuck. Rolling off her, he reached for the light switch then blew out the candle, plunging them into darkness. With a bit of manoeuvring, they swapped places with the duvet, snuggling together under it. Sabine's ass was pressed against his thighs so his penis nestled between her buttocks and the slight gap at the tops of her legs. He wrapped his arms around her, cupping one conveniently located breast. She held his other hand down against her belly.

"Danke schoen, Leibling." 

"You're tired. Sleep now." Daniel kissed her neck then settled his own head on the pillow and closed his eyes.

Sabine was touched by Daniel's care of her. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she would make it all up to him. With that thought uppermost in her mind she slipped into sleep. 

Daniel soon joined her.

Chapter 9 – Sabine gets valet service

Daniel woke sometime near noon with the same erection, or one just like it, pressed against the back of Sabine's thighs. One of his arms was trapped under her, though as it culminated in a handful of warm breast, he was disinclined to worry about it. His other arm was more easily extricated from where she held it wrapped around her as if it could keep her warm. He managed to free it without waking her. He moved his hips back, opening a little more space between them, just enough to be able to wrap his fist around his swollen and uncharacteristically patient hard-on. Stroking it gently, enjoying the sense of touch without aiming to waste an orgasm, he let his mind wander through recollections of last night. It'd been so good to finally touch the woman he'd held so often, to be the man she wanted him to be. What condition was she going to be in this morning? He half expected her pussy to be black and blue after the beating it took last night. She hadn't asked him to stop though. He'd tried his damnedest to find out just how hard she wanted to be fucked but Sabine had taken everything he had to offer. Her cunt was insatiable. Cunt – it wasn't a word he generally used but somehow the hard Anglo-Saxon sound fitted the brutish action of fucking Sabine. Pussy was something to be licked, played with, caressed now he had hands again, but pussy was delicate and not to be treated so roughly. Fotze was Sabine's name for it. Fotze was a funny word, even more so since he'd nicknamed her Fotzy Bare, and he couldn't bring himself to fuck a muppet. No, fotze was something to watch, something Sabine teased him with, something he heard about a lot, but not something he thought about when he was inside her. Whatever he called it, his world revolved around it and right now, in his hand, he had the perfect axis for such a world to spin on. 

Sabine stirs. Slowly, she becomes aware of the daylight outside her eyelids. Slowly, she surfaces from the depths of sleep. A hand is cupping her breast. Yes, Daniel has hands again. A twinge as she moves her legs. Gott in Himmel! That's tender. Oh, but it was worth it to be taken like that. So big, so hard, such power! When she should have been begging him to stop, she was praying it would never end. To treat her so vigorously, Daniel either hates her and is punishing her for the slights of all the other women, or he truly understands what fulfils her and wants her enough to master her. Sabine knows which, though Daniel never says it. She's fully awake now and it hasn't gone unnoticed.

"Good morning Leibschen." Daniel kissed the back of her ear, it being the only bit of skin he could reach with his arm still pinned down.

"I think it is not morning." This much sunlight doesn't come into the bedroom in the morning. "I am going to be late for work. Yah?" She releases his arm and turns over to get a proper good morning kiss, even if it is afternoon.

"If you hurry, you could just make it." 

"I cannot hurry today. And I cannot trust you alone with this." She touched the head of his cock. It twitched obligingly. "You will watch Nikki's films and..."

"And I'd much rather spend an hour in the shower with you than an hour in the living room with my fist, much as I've missed it."

He kissed her again. She flowed up against him. She was definitely going to be late for work.

Sabine got to the bathroom first. Daniel could hear the tinkle of water on water even from the bedroom. He was always turned on by the sound of her peeing. He walked in on her with a plan. She was just reaching for paper. He stopped her.

"No Sabine. Let me." For two months she'd been his hands, today he wanted to be hers. Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she spread her knees wide to allow him to wipe her wet lips. As his hand withdrew, she leant forward. He hadn't realized she'd sat down for two reasons. He cleaned her, getting a vicarious thrill from this new intimacy. When Sabine straightened up it was clear she'd got a thrill too, her nipples had crinkled up. She stood, put down the lid, flushed then sat back down, right on the edge with legs akimbo. 

"Will you shave me too?" 

Daniel didn't need asking twice. He ran warm water into the basin and laid a small towel between her feet. Gently he sponged the water over her pubic mound and labia, as far as her perineum. Sabine found the warm wet sponge quite soothing: Daniel was very gentle with her. He worked the gel to a lather with his fingertips, feeling just of a trace of stubble on her delicate skin. The razor glided through the white foam, leaving in its wake only smooth, glistening pink flesh. He moved the blade slowly, carefully, testing the results with his fingertip until he was satisfied with his work. Finally he sponged away the remnants of the foam and picked up his shaving mirror to show Sabine the finished product, like a barber showing a customer the back of their own head. She laughed and ran her fingers over her pubis approvingly. 

Under the steaming torrent of the shower, Sabine stood quiescent while Daniel massaged bubbly handfuls of shower gel all over her body. 

"I think they are clean now. Yah?"

Daniel had been washing her breasts for at least five minutes. He took the hint and worked his way down to her belly, her hips and, as she turned, her back. Warm tingling sensations buzzed through her nervous system as heat and moisture and soap-slick finger pressure toured her erogenous zones. She hummed like a theramin at the electric touch of her lover. She steadied herself against the wall as his hands slipped between her legs, front and back, soapy fingers finding their way into every nook and cranny. When the showerhead blasted the lather away her legs nearly buckled. Hot needles delved into bruised and tender secret places, painful but exquisitely so, as the remembered loss of her hymen. 

Daniel discovers there were no more condoms on the shelf. He's about to get out of the shower to find one when Sabine's hand on his arm stops him.

"Leibling. It is not necessary." She remembers him coming inside her last night and wants to feel that way again. 

He thrusts her back through the cascade of water, against the tiles, pinning her there with his own body, grinding his mouth onto hers. She returns his kiss, matching his ardour, revelling in the pressure of him against her. She lifts one leg to meet his grasp under her knee, raising it up above his hip. She grips his cock, guides it toward her fotze, rises on her toes to get his head in and sinks onto his length with a whimper. She bites his shoulder to keep from crying out as Daniel takes her entire weight on his hips, rooted in her. The pressure of his pubic bone against hers is unbearable until he gets both her legs up and supports her with hands under her ass, lifting her a fraction then dropping her back, impaling her again. She cries out. She can't take it. The tender consequence of last night's ravishment is just too painful. Daniel lowers her legs, bends his knees and sets her feet down. She buries her head against his shoulder, blinking away the moisture that had welled up in her eyes. Daniel allows her a moment of rest, content to nuzzle her wet hair and stroke her back and taut buttocks. 

"Turn around Leibschen." He asks. 

She turns, leaning her breasts against the tiles, head turned sideways, feet on the edge of the shower tray to elevate her. She's been in this position often since that first golden shower. Daniel reaches for some lubricant. Last time he checked, the kitchen was the only room in the house that didn't have a bottle of the stuff. Squeezing some onto his palm, he slaps his hand between her legs, smearing lube all round her rosebud, slipping his index finger in past the rim first one, then two knuckles deep. A second finger stretches her further, turning, twisting, loosening and lubricating her ass. Two fingers withdraw, yielding their position to their master's rod. The plum head of his cock feels enormous but she knows she can accept it. Pressure. Resistance. Submission. He forces past her sphincter, driving a burning brand deep into her bowels.

"Yahhh!" She practically growls. "Yah. Fick meine arsch." During anal sex is pretty much the only time Sabine talks dirty. Somehow that's appropriate

Daniel unhooks the showerhead and slips it into her hands between their bodies and the wall. Sabine massages her pubic mound and puffy labia with the hot jet of water, playing it occasionally over her distended anus, Daniel's root and his heavy balls, just to spur him on. It's encouragement that does not go unheeded. Daniel pistons in and out, hands locked on her hips, drawing her back to meet each thrust. Steadily, he builds up the pace, careering toward climax. 

Sensing he is near, Sabine presses the shower against her clitoris, going rigid as the hot water hits her sensitive bud. Her orgasm crashes over her like a breaking wave, she seizes her lover's cock within her, dragging him with her as the first wave recedes, carrying him along on the second wave of her climax. Daniel grits his teeth as his contracting balls send sperm boiling through his cock, erupting from his glans to hose her bowels. 

Softening, he withdrew, watching the way her anus stayed open, inviting his early return. As he watched, his sperm trickled out. He took the shower from her and washed away the little white rivulet and the remaining traces of lube. Sabine washed his penis again, coaxing it back to life long enough to 'kiss the rod' but no more – She really did need to get ready for work.

They towelled each other dry. Daniel dressed in double quick time then settled on the bed to watch Sabine finish blow-drying her hair. She was still naked at the dressing table. He loved watching her getting dressed, almost as much as watching her undress. The hairdryer went silent and she stood to face him, holding a T-shirt in each hand.

"Yellow or Blue?"

"Blue."

She put the yellow one back in the drawer and slipped the blue one over her head. Her breasts looked fantastic when she stretched her arms up. She never wore a bra at work. She got much better tips without one. Men! So predictable.

A basic white thong, pop-socks and fetchingly tight black trousers finished her outfit. A shake of her head settled her curls into place – as into place as they ever were. Except for special occasions, she didn't bother too much about keeping her hair under control and generally had what Chris had described as that just rolled look.

They walked hand-in-hand through Soho to Covent Garden. Ernesto only smiled at Sabine's late arrival. She offered no excuses. Ernesto was a man of the world and knew damn well what had delayed her. She ended up even later starting as neither of them had breakfast so she joined Daniel for a late lunch before work. They fed each other nachos and guacamole, drank cranberry juice and played footsy under the table. When Sabine actually got around to working for a living, Daniel went for a bit of retail therapy. 

Sabine knows exactly how Daniel feels about her. She can read him like a book. Actually, it's more like a porn magazine than a book. She only needs to glance at the pictures to see everything. Daniel's expression when he looks at her, the tenderness amid the roughness when he takes her, He is definitely in love. She is too. That's why she wasn't been bothered about the broken condom. She wants nothing between them ever again. If she does become pregnant, well, Daniel can be relied on to do the decent thing. Then he'll have to say it – say he loves her. For now though, it's the only shyness he has left.



TLC Pt. 03



Chapter 10 – The Prospect of Sleeping Alone

A man walks into a bar...

Nothing unusual in that. He's walked into this particular bar practically every night. Tonight though, there's a difference. Sabine is away.

She has a modelling assignment in Manchester. Not a very glamorous assignment, it should be said, just catalogue work but it pays the bills. This will be their first night apart in – how long have they been together? Ten weeks is seventy nights, plus two 'coz it's Wednesday. This would have been their seventy second night together. 

"Hi Dan. Why the long face?" Ernesto's by the door, doing the meet and greet bit as usual.

"Evening Ernie. Sabine's out of town for three days. Remember?" 

Ernesto should remember. He's given her the time off. 

"What you need my friend, is beer. The world of the single man always looks better through green glass." Ernesto accompanies Daniel to the bar. "Gail." He calls over one of the bar staff, a very cute, very petite and very outspoken South African faux redhead. "Gail. Give Dan his usual. Someone's stolen his favourite toy." With a pat on the back for our hero, Ernesto leaves him to it.

"Missing her already? Man! You must have it bad." Gail knows all about Sabine's absence. Two other girls are away on the same job. "Heineken. Right?"

"Cheers." He watches the bottle in front of him, the wisp of vapour in the neck, the ice water trickling down the sodden label.

A striped drinking straw pops into the neck of the bottle, bobbing up and down. It snaps him out of his reverie.

"You didn't pick it up so I thought perhaps your hands weren't working again." Gail grins at him. It's hard to be down when pretty girls are teasing you. Daniel finds his spirits lifting.

"Sarcastic wench." He picks the straw out of his beer, flicking it at her. "I actually only came in for dinner. Can I order a steak sandwich and some of those baby baker things?"

"Sure Honey. Barbeque sauce, sour cream and chive or salsa?"

Daniel looks at her blankly.

"Dip? With your BBs."

"Oh. Barbeque I guess."

"And how d'you take your steak?"

"Rare"

"That's one steakwich, still bleeding, a side order of BBs and barby sauce, coming right up."

Gail disappears for a moment to pass his food order through to the kitchen. Daniel catches himself checking her out. Nice wiggle. He looks quickly back at his beer and, at last, picks up the bottle and drinks. 

"So Honey." Gail's back. "What time is she calling you?"

"She texted me earlier to say she'll ring sometime after nine." There's no point being coy about it. 

"Ok, well this is how it works: If you sit there for two hours contemplating your beer, people will begin to think this isn't a fun place to be. Seeing as how Ernesto bought you the beer, the very least you can do is look cheerful so as not to scare off his paying customers. Deal?"

"Deal." Daniel manages a wistful smile. And pushes an empty bottle across the bar. "More beer please."

"There you go" Cold Heineken materializes in front of him. One of the waitresses – She's new. He doesn't know her name – puts his sandwich on the end of the counter. Gail brings it over. "Eat, drink and try to be merry." She nicks one of his baby bakers, popping it past her pearly teeth, winks and leaves him to his own devices.

"Honey, I don't want to be a ball-breaker, 'coz I know you're trying but Ernesto hires eye candy for a reason and all you've looked at for ten minutes is your plate." Gail has come to collect his empty plate and, blatantly contradicting herself, break his balls.

"Are you and Sabine related? You sound just like her, apart from the German accent. Anyway, I did check you out when you went to the kitchen." 

"And I thought I was losing my touch. Another Heineken?"

"Why not. One for the road."

Daniel did make it his last too, before settling his bill and heading on home with an hour to spare.

Sabine's day had been tiring. There's nowhere near as much glamour in the modelling business as people think and this was about as unglamorous as it got. She'd spent the afternoon having the middle two feet of her body photographed in about a hundred different pairs of panties. And what had she to look forward to tomorrow? Bra and brief sets and a couple of basques that, but for the fact she was being paid, she wouldn't wear in a month of Sundays. 

There'd been about a dozen girls on the shoot, all different sizes. Afterwards, a couple of the dressers had offered to show them what nightlife Manchester had to offer midweek. Sabine stuck with the group as far as a restaurant with a half decent salad bar but headed back to the hotel after dinner, more interested in calling Daniel than crawling bars.

Chapter 11 – Phone calls and interruptions

"Hi Liebchen, how was your day?" One ring. That's all the phone managed before Daniel got to it.

"Guten abend, Liebling. Modelling is langweillig. I want to come home."

"Langweillig? – Oh! Boring." 

"Yah. Boring. So I can come home. Yah?"

"Liebchen, you can come home any time you want. God knows I miss you. But I thought you needed the money."

"Yah. I need the money. So I must stay and be bored." 

He can practically hear the corners of Sabine's mouth turning downward.

"What's the hotel like?"

"Ok I think. But I must share a room. The agency only paid for two rooms for four girls." She doesn't sound overly happy about this either.

"Who are you sharing with? Anyone I know?"

"No. Jules und Teresia are in the other room. I am with Karen. She does not work in Southside. I think you will not know her."

" I had dinner in Southside tonight. Gail was giving me a hard time for being down in the mouth."

"Down in the ...?"

"Glum, unhappy. I wasn't very cheerful because you're so far away."

"So. Did she show you her tattoo?"

"No."

"Tomorrow you must ask her to show you. It will cheer you up."

"Ok. I'll ask her tomorrow night. Tell me what you did today that was so boring."

"I had to wear one hundred different panties while the photographer took pictures of them." She exaggerates a little, but not much.

"A nice job for the photographer, getting paid to look at your crotch all afternoon. Were they sexy panties?"

"Some were sexy I think. The strings. But most were plain und big. The photographer is not nice. He asked two of us if we would stay behind und earn some extra money."

"And what did you say?" Daniel can kind of understand why the guy would ask. 

"I said no. The clothes are for the catalogue. What it inside is for my boyfriend only."

"Not true."

"Why not?"

"You play with it as much as I do."

"Yah. This is so." She giggles on the other end of the line.

"Makes me hard just thinking about it." Daniel strokes his crotch, noting that, inside his jeans, his penis is at least half awake.

"Yah?"

"Well almost hard."

"How was work for you?" Sabine changes the subject.

"Nothing special. You can read it all in the morning. Now stop trying to change the subject. We were discussing my almost-hard-on."

"Ok Leibling. I have to go to the bathroom. Eine moment." There are muffled noises of someone moving around a room, a door closing, the phone being put down and picked up again. Then there's the familiar tinkle of water on water. Sabine is holding her mobile phone close to her fotze while she pees. Daniel is struggling to open the buttons on his Levi's with one hand, against the tension of his rapidly rising cock. He succeeds just as he hears the toilet flush. "It is hard now. Yah?" Sabine's voice comes back on the line.

"Hell yeah! Where exactly are you?"

"In my room."

"Alone?"

"Yah. Alone. Karen went out with the other girls. I think she will not be back soon."

"What are you wearing?"

"Your pink shirt und a black string." The shirt in question has been a favourite of hers since their first morning together. Daniel isn't surprised it caught the same train as her.

"Touch it for me. I can't reach from here." Daniel's hand slowly pumps his cock as he visualizes her on a hotel bed in her underwear.

"Yah. It is so soft, so warm, so..." Her voice trails off as her fingers roam over the tight black cotton of her thong. She can clearly see the outline of her labia under the clinging fabric. One finger runs up and down the fissure between them, accentuating the groove. "Are you very har-"

"Oh! Sorry!" Sabine's roommate walks in. "Sorry. I...I...didn't mean to disturb...sorry." After a few seconds embarrassed stammering, she beats a hasty retreat, closing the door behind her.

"What was that?" Daniel heard a second voice but doesn't know whose.

"That was Karen. She is upset I think. I will call you back. Ksse." Sabine hangs up, hops off the bed and opens the door. Fortunately, Karen is the only person in the corridor and the lift hasn't arrived. Sabine hurries barefoot - and practically bare-assed, though the shirttails provide some cover – to intercept her roommate.

"Karen. What is wrong?" Sabine's tone and expression radiates concern.

"I...I...didn't mean to interrupt. I should have knocked first."

"Nein. It is your room too. I was calling my boyfriend. That is all."

Karen lowers her eyes. Oblivious to the fact Sabine has manoeuvred her halfway back to the room. She's just walked in on a stranger masturbating and she's more than a little shaken by it. They've reached the room. Sabine closes the door and flops down on her bed.

"It is the first night we have not been together." Sabine offers an explanation but gets only a puzzled, slightly bunny-in-the-headlights look in response. "My boyfriend and I." She elaborates. "We have been together for ten weeks."

"Listen. If you want to call him back, I can go down to the bar for a drink." Karen's already had quite a bit though, which is probably why everything needs explaining twice. Still, it's a thoughtful suggestion.

"I do not mind if you stay. Daniel will like it, I think." 

"Sabine, you do know I don't do girls?" Karen gets the crazy notion she's being hit on. Wonder where she got that idea?

"So. But you are not curious?"

Karen can't meet Sabine's gaze. She had fled in confusion and embarrassment but, at the lift, she'd felt more than a little excited. She can rationalize it any way she likes but her nips are like diamonds and, yes, she's curious. She's had a few lesbian fantasies, but nothing more than daydreams and never had the courage to act on them.

Sabine interprets silence as consent and picks up her phone to call Daniel back. 

Daniel was taken aback. Things were just getting sexy when Sabine gabbled something about some other girl and hung up. Oh well, at least he now had time to undress properly. He got naked, and stretched out on the bed – it still smelled of Sabine, hints of cinnamon and musk – stretched out on the bed to nurse his erection and wait for her to call. He didn't have long to wait.

"Hi Liebchen What was all that about?"

"My roommate came in. She was embarrassed but we have talked und she is ok now I think."

"So she's there?" Daniel's heart sinks at the prospect of not being able to finish what they'd started.

"Yah. Karen is here. I think maybe she will stay. Are you still hard?"

"Hell yes. But I guess I'll just have to jerk off later, seeing as you have company."

"Now is good. I am still wet. You do not mind that Karen watches me. Yah?"

"Are you kidding? My cock's twitching just thinking about it. Are you touching yourself now?"

"Only my string. It is very damp."

"Put your hand inside your panties. Touch it properly." Daniel massages his cock with slow, long strokes.

"Yah. That feels good." Sabine's hand burrows past the black cotton until her palm is pressed over her clit and her fingers can curl down between the tops of her thighs. She spreads her legs wide enough to allow four fingers side by side.

Karen is silent. She can't take her eyes off Sabine's crotch. Not that she has a particularly good view: the beds are adjacent so she can't actually see between Sabine's legs. She can smell the sex in the air though and, in a pervy way, its really hot.

"Are you wet enough to get your fingers in?" Daniel's mental image of the action in the hotel room is building up nicely. 

"Yah. I am very wet." Sabine slips two fingers past her labia easily. She really is soaking. "I have two already." She works them in and out with increasing speed. She can hear them squelching. She hopes Karen can hear it too. 

"Let me hear you lick your fingers."

"Yah." Sabine extracts her sticky fingers and sucks on them noisily. Karen's eyes follow them, unblinking. "Mmm. Liebling. It tastes like your cock."

"That's because my cock has usually been where your fingers were. How's your audience?"

"I think she likes to watch me." Sabine glances at Karen to make sure she's ok with all this. Karen won't meet her eyes but looks back at Sabine's panties instead.

"Take off your panties. Be naked for me. Be naked in front of her." Daniel's cock has started weeping seminal fluid. He paces his hand, not wanting to come until Sabine is ready too.

"Yah Liebling." She pushes the moist thong down her thighs, wiggling her legs to work it down past her knees, her calves, her ankles. She kicks it aside and spreads her legs as wide as possible. "I shall take your shirt off too. Yah?"

"Yes." Daniel's voice is husky with pent up lust.

Sabine slowly unbuttons the shirt, sits up to slip it off her shoulders and discards it. She lies back, this time across the bed so, as her thighs part wide then wider, she is completely exposed to Karen. She closes her eyes, laying her head back on the bedspread. Karen can watch or not. It doesn't matter. "I am naked now." She wants Daniel to tell her exactly what to do, as if he were here to do it himself.

"Your fingers."

"All of them. Yah?" Four fingers isn't a problem for her as long as they're her own. She has quite small hands. With Daniel's fingers she can only comfortably manage three straight off.

"All of them. Yes." His cock is aching he is so hard for her. "Let me hear you fuck yourself with them."

Sabine reaches for her fotze. Two fingers sheath themselves as easily as before, two knuckles deep between her tender, coral pink petals. A few deep plunges into herself then a third finger, then a fourth. She pumps them in and out furiously, her head thrashing to and fro as she loses herself in her own pleasure.

Daniel wanks harder and faster, spurred on by the sighs, the moans, the guttural, non-vocal sounds of his lover. He can tell she's close to coming. A few strokes of her clit and she'll be screaming. He races to catch up with her.

Karen watches, eyes wide and mouth open. She can't believe what's going on. She's so not comfortable with this but the fascination is undeniable. The stink of sex fills her nostrils; the sound of Sabine's fingers slurping in and out is obscene. The shamelessness is overwhelming. She can feel her own sex moistening, but she's really not ready to do anything about it.

"Your clit." Daniel gasps, pounding his fist. "Rub your clit. Come for me. Make me come."

Sabine happily complies, leaving her gaping hole empty, filled only by Karen's burning gaze, to lash her clitoris, riding white water on a river of ecstasy until she crashes over the roaring falls of climax, screaming all the way down into the engulfing deep, surfacing from near oblivion exhausted, clutching at ragged breaths.

Daniel grunts as Sabine's screams precipitate his own orgasm. Semen erupts from his iron hard cock, boiling over his clenched fist, spattering his stomach and his thighs and trickling down his length to soak his heavy balls.

"Swallow it for me. Liebling." Sabine heard him come too. Now she listens to the faint sound of Daniel slurping his come off his fingers. He's being as noisy about it as possible. "Vielen dank, mein liebe herr."

"Thank you Liebchen. Is Karen still with us?"

Sabine opens her eyes, looking down between her breasts and spread knees. Yes, Karen is still there but she turns her face away as soon as Sabine's look breaks the spell.

"Yah. She is here still. She enjoyed very much the show I think."

"I'll bet. I can only think of a few things more enjoyable than watching you fuck yourself."

"A few things?"

"Just a few. Like fucking you myself. Like feeling you squeeze my fingers inside you. Like licking my come out of your pussy."

"I will be home on Friday night. We will do all this together then. Yah?"

"And more. Much more. I'm a mess." Daniel looks at the sticky semen drying on his abdomen and matting his pubes together. "I need a shower."

"Yah. I must shower too. Gute nacht, Liebling. Ksse"

"Good night Liebchen. Sweet dreams."

Karen was conspicuously silent as Sabine got off the bed and headed for their little en suite bathroom. She showered quickly and returned to the bedroom wrapped in a big towel. Karen was still fully dressed, still sat on the edge of her bed, but wait, she must have moved. Sabine's sopping wet thong is balled up in her hand. Sabine sits down opposite her.

"Thank you." Sabine says, startling the life back into Karen.

"Oh! Sorry. I..." Misunderstanding her, Karen reaches out to hand the soggy scrap of cloth back. She struggles for an excuse for having it. Sabine ignores the hand.

"Nein. Thank you for staying. It was good. Yah?"

"It... It was very sexy. Did your boyfriend enjoy himself?" The ice seems to be broken.

"Yah. We both had good orgasms. It excited him that you were here."

"It excited me too." Karen glances down coyly. She surprises herself that she can admit to being turned on by another woman. Sabine leans forward and puts a reassuring hand on her knee but Karen flinches away from her touch.

"It is ok. I will not do anything you do not want."

"Sorry Sabine. I really don't do girls."

"So. We will drink wine instead und talk about boys." Sabine takes a bottle of hock out of her bag.

"You're on." Karen brightens up, realizing she's not about to be seduced by a rampant dyke. Sabine is rummaging for a corkscrew. Karen drops the soggy thong back on the floor and nips into the bathroom to retrieve two glasses.

After his shower, Daniel heads for bed. It's early but there's nothing on TV worth watching and an early night will do him no harm. When half an hour of tossing and turning doesn't result in peaceful slumber, he gives up on the idea and gets up again. 

He's never written Sabine a love letter. They've never been apart long enough to make it relevant until now. Pen and paper turn out to be in short supply. Although Daniel writes for a living, it's usually on a computer so, unromantic though it is, he boots up his PC and opens a new document.

Liebchen,

Fate is conspiring against me. There doesn't appear to be a working pen in the flat. Nor can I find a pencil except my carpenter's pencil and I can hardly write to you with that. Well, perhaps I could, if I were a carpenter and you were a lady... 

I suspect you know exactly where I could put my hand on a biro but since you tidied up my life... Anyway, phoning you to ask where they are would spoil the surprise so I've typed this instead. 

So, my Dream Girl, snuggle close awhile. I have a secret to whisper to you. Something I've been meaning to say for a long time.

I love you.

Too quiet? OK I'll whisper just a little louder then.

I love you.

Still too quiet? I'm scared to say it louder because then everyone will hear it. And, if it's not a secret anymore then everyone will want you for themselves, so they can be as happy as me. I want to hide you inside my heart, away from the prying eyes of a jealous world. 

It's getting hard to form a mental image of you with clothes on. Perhaps because so much of the time we've spent together in the past 10 weeks has involved a conspicuous lack of clothes. The most enduring image is that of your lovely, pale body, supine on cool white sheets first thing in the morning. Perhaps my little flat is the perfect nest for us; a place where we can hide from everyone else and spend whole days wrapped in each other's limbs and a giant white duvet, making love and babies. 




TLC Pt. 03



I miss your touch so much. I love you absolutely and, while I can love you at a distance, I also desire you absolutely and need you close in order to be truly happy. Just the pressure of your fingers around mine as we walk to the tube or the softness of your lips as you steal a kiss. Not that you could really steal that which I would so willingly give. Naturally, all the other ways you've found to touch me are at least as pleasurable as these examples, many even more so, but I can't think of a polite way of telling you how much I miss those.

I am doubly blessed. Not only have I finally found you, my Miss Right, but you make me feel that I'm your Mr. Right too. I may be just a loved up fool but at least I'm your loved up fool.

Love always and all ways, my luscious darling. X X X 


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He's never managed to say the L word to Sabine. She even teases him about it – the things he doesn't say. Well, there it is in black and white. It's something of a relief to get it out there. Somehow this way is easier than just saying it. When she's around, the sheer physicality of their relationship kind of takes over. Maybe after this letter, it'll be easier to say it face to face. Maybe.

Now, how to get the letter to her? One of the advantages of working for a national newspaper is that Daniel's office is never closed. It's the work of a couple of minutes to call the night desk and order a courier pick-up from Poland Street, overnight to the Holiday Inn, Manchester. He'll have to square it with his boss in the morning and offer to pay for it but odds are he'll get away with it and Sabine will wake up to a surprise package.

He prints off the letter, seals it into a manila envelope – Typed love letter in a brown envelope: some kind of romantic he turned out to be – and waits in his dressing gown for the doorbell. 

A brief wait, a dash down the stairs, a signature and the letter is winging its way across Britain while Daniel returns to his bed and, this time, gets straight to sleep.

An empty wine bottle, two empty glasses, two tipsy models, one naked. Yes, naked. Sabine's towel slipped ages ago and she ignored it. She's sat cross legged on the bed laughing as Karen struggles with the middle one of the three zips she can see on her jeans. Karen definitely had the lion's share of the wine and, if her wobbling is any indication, it's gone straight to her legs. Having successfully opened the zip, she falls backward onto her own bed with jeans at half mast, giggling as only a drunk teenager can. A few wriggles and kicks and the jeans are history. When Karen stands up again, Sabine sees the tell tale signs of moisture on her underwear.

"Your panties are wet."

Karen looks down. Yes, it's true.

"That's your fault. Show-off! Now I'm gonna go to the bathroom and have a nice private orgasm."

"I cannot watch you?"

"No!" Karen's refusal doesn't sound too convincing. Sabine persists.

"You are a model. You are supposed to be looked at. Yah?"

"Ok. You can look, but don't touch." Karen peels her panties down her legs, shimmying them the last foot or so and kicking them into Sabine's lap. She strikes the classic pose, one knee slightly ahead of the other, one hip cocked and her chin raised in an expression of haughty indifference. It would have been more impressive if she hadn't burst out laughing.

Karen has pubes but they're very neatly trimmed and her lips show clearly beneath the chestnut brown curls. The sheen of moisture on her more intimate skin is good to see.

Sabine picks up the damp, still warm panties and sniffs them. "It smells as good as it looks." She makes eye contact with Karen while stretching the gusset between her hands. Without taking her eyes off Karen's, she raises the white cotton to her lips and runs her tongue in one long lick over it. "Mmm." 

Karen looks a little spooked again but instead of running for the door, she whispers what she really wants. "Lick me, Sabine. Please."

Sabine pats the bed beside her, beckoning Karen over. She tries to kiss her but Karen turns her face away.

"No. Just make me come. I need to come." Karen lies back, easing reluctant thighs apart, waiting.

And that's how she found herself with Sabine's head between her legs instead of the shower head. God it felt good, just as long as she didn't think about who was giving her so much pleasure, just as long as she ignored the fact it was another girl. Alcohol, in the quantities in her bloodstream, made it easy to not think. After a few minutes of delicious oral stimulation, Sabine stopped abruptly.

"You should call Daniel."

"What? Who?"

"Daniel. My boyfriend. You will call him so he can hear you come. Yah?"

"What? No way!"

"So. Then I must stop. I will not cheat on him."

"You can't stop now. Not now! Oh God! This is just too kinky. Gimme the phone then. Just don't stop doing what you're doing." 

Sabine hits the button to redial the last number and hands the phone to Karen then dips her tongue back onto another button altogether.

"Hello?" Daniel is woken by the telephone. He answers it while rubbing sleep from his eyes to try and focus on the alarm clock. It's nearly one in the morning.

"Uh, Hi. It's Karen..." She squeals as Sabine finds the sweet spot.

"Karen?" Does he know a Karen?

"Sabine made me call you."

That Karen!

"What's up Karen?" He's waking up very quickly now. Something about this girl's voice – is she upset or what?

"Sabine's tongue is up. She won't let... me come unless... you listen." She's having difficulty speaking with a tongue burrowing into her hole.

"I'm listening." Daniel's cock is starting to pay attention too.

"Are you really as big as she says?...Ooh, you filthy bitch! That's my bum! She just licked my bum!"

"She does that. Relax and enjoy it. How big did Sabine say I am?"

"She said...ooh, just there. Oh yes!...She said it reaches her belly button."

"Easily. It's really hard now too."

"Are you wanking it?"

"My girlfriend's licking your pussy. Of course I'm fuckin' wanking."

"Are you near?"

"No. Are you?"

"Yes...Ooh, oh God..." 

The squeals of delight Daniel can here are probably Karen's climax. The phone seems to have been dropped. Eventually, when the squealing has stopped, someone picks it up.

"Sweet dreams Liebling. Ksse." Sabine hangs up on him.

Fuck! 

Daniel lay in the dark, pumping his hard-on and reliving the last few minutes. Was Sabine going to bring another girl home to play? God he hoped so. Fantasies about sharing Karen with Sabine got him off in next to no time. The fact his girlfriend had only been gone a day and was sleeping with another girl already didn't bother him. She'd shared like a good girl should and that made it cool in his book.

He slept really well and woke up with wood you could have stood a batsman in front of.

Despite clearly enjoying her first girl on girl orgasm, Karen resisted any other physical intimacy with Sabine. She didn't want to cuddle, kiss or share a bed. Sabine gave her space. They had the room for another night. Perhaps by then Karen would have loosened up a bit. For now it was enough that she'd managed to give Daniel such a sexy surprise. Sweet dreams accompanied peaceful sleep too quickly ended by their alarm call.

In the depths of a sack, in the echoing darkness of an articulated lorry, surrounded by many who travel with secret, urgent and serious purpose to destinations diverse, Daniel's letter races through the small hours bearing what he does not say to one he cannot be with.

Chapter 12 – Heart to hearts. 

Karen and Sabine don't discuss the antics of the night before. There's a palpable tension between them. Sabine ignores it. She understands Karen is in uncharted territory. It takes time to adjust one's point of view. They meet up with the others in the foyer, breakfast on coffee and cigarettes and leave the hotel, passing a courier in the revolving door. 

Sabine's day is possibly even more tedious than yesterday was. She really doesn't like the photographer. Its no fun having a man she dislikes pointing a camera at her underwear all day. The Afternoon is a little better, nightwear being less revealing. They finish work at 6PM with only the swimwear to do in the morning. Sabine skips dinner with the girls and goes straight back to the hotel.

Karen does go with the crowd. She's not at all sure she wants to be alone with Sabine. Parts of last night had been great. There was no denying that. And she's caught herself looking at Sabine's body in the changing room several times. But being taken advantage of – that's the little lie she's currently telling herself – being taken advantage of, after too much wine, was one thing. Going back to the room now would be inviting more of the same. She hadn't really done anything anyway. That was another straw to clutch at – passivity. It had just happened.

But in wine is truth. Last night the truth was she'd asked Sabine to go down on her. Tonight's truth, after a couple of glasses, was she may not be ready to go further but she really wanted to stay where she'd got to awhile longer.

Daniel arrives in Southside just as Sabine is arriving in the hotel. He's sitting at the bar with his first beer of the evening, contemplating what he fancies for dinner tonight while Sabine carefully tears open the envelope the receptionist has just handed her. 

He's reading the specials board while she's reading the letter. He's just decided on Penne al pesto with shredded chicken when his phone buzzes in his pocket.

"Hi Liebchen. How was your day? Boring again."

" Ich liebe dich." Sabine's voice is thick with emotion.

"I know you love dick."

"Nein! Ich liebe dich. I love you!" 

"I bet you say that to all the boys. You got my letter then?"

"Yah. I have your letter. It is beautiful. I knew these things you would not say. But still you will not say the words I think?"

"Which words do you want me to say?"

"You just tease me."

"But you just told me you already know. If you know, I don't need to say anything, do I?"

"You are crazy. You feel this, you write this but you will not say this. So. I think you are still too shy." Sabine makes a pitiful attempt at reverse psychology.

"Too shy to say I love you?" Being obtuse has only so much mileage in it.

"Yah!...Hey!...Niemand auf der ganzen Welt...You try to drive me crazy. Yah?"

"All I said is I love you."

"Say it again."

"I love you." Daniel hears her sniffling. Women!

"Where are you now?"

"Southside. I was about to have dinner. If you need a witness later, Gail's heard the whole conversation." Gail hasn't even made pretence of trying to ignore them. She's leaning on the bar in front of him, hanging on every word.

"Has she shown you her tattoo?" Sabine still sounds a little sniffly but her voice is steady.

"No. Hang on. Gail, Sabine says I should see your tattoo."

Gail stands up straight, grinning at him as she pulls the elastic waistband of her trousers down her right hip. There, just below her bikini line is a little red devil, complete with pitchfork strategically aimed at a tuft of flame coloured curls.

"I thought the red hair was fake." Daniel says.

"It is." Gail releases the elastic, freeing Daniel's eyes to return to their normal, horizontal setting. "The little guy's called 'Hot Stuff'"

"Sabine you should be proud of me. I'm not blushing." There was a time, not so long ago when he would have lost the power of speech in this situation.

"I have always been proud of you, my heroic boyfriend. You are very hungry. Yah?"

"Not really. Why?"

"We should be alone together to 'make love and babies'. Yah?"

"Fifteen minutes. I'll call you back. Kisses." Daniel hangs up, pays for his beer and leaves in so precipitous a fashion one might think he's on a promise.

Gail laughed at Daniel's unseemly hasty exit. Sabine may have made a man of him but she still wore the trousers.

Karen was drinking white wine with Sabine's co-workers, Jules and Teresia. They hadn't been surprised when Sabine didn't come out after work. They knew both her and Daniel from way back when they could make him change colour just by brushing against him when the bar was crowded. With a little gentle goading, Jules was prevailed upon to fill Karen in on all the gossip.

"Sounds like he was in the wrong bar if he was so shy around pretty girls." Karen observed.

"Oh, Ernesto employs pretty boys too, to keep the office girl posses coming back. When Sabine started work there, Dan stuttered, stammered, blushed and hesitated for days until he finally found the balls to suggest they go for a coffee."

"Coffee?"

"Yeah. Daylight dating. Sweet isn't it." Jules drips sarcasm.

"So how long did that go on for?"

"Until he got his face in the papers."

"Go on."

"Well, he got his hands burned saving some young copper in that riot in Brixton a few months back. Had –" Jules is interrupted by Karen.

"That was Sabine's boyfriend? I read all about that. He deserved a medal. Sorry. You were saying?"

"His hands were bandaged up for weeks."

"Eight weeks." Teresia offers.

"Thanks T. Eight weeks in bandages. The first night he showed up, Sabine had to hold his glass for him to drink from. By the end of the night, she was going home with him having appointed herself as his personal nursemaid."

"No!"

"Yes. The next morning, she told all us girls his big secret. And believe me Honey, I mean big!"

"Yeah. Sabine told me too. Last night." Karen repeated the hand gestures Sabine had used to demonstrate what big meant in her book. "D'you think she's exaggerating?"

"No Honey. Some days she comes to work, she can hardly stand straight."

"Most days." Amends Teresia.

"She's getting regular servicing all right. Lucky bitch." Jules sums it up. 

There's brief laughter all around the table. Even the girls who don't know Sabine at all have got interested in the story and put their own conversations aside to listen.

"He didn't sound shy on the phone last night." Karen offers. Realizing that she doesn't want to explain why she was talking to him, she quickly adds a little fib to cover her own ass. "He called her. Sabine asked me to keep him company while she nipped to the loo."

Teresia and Jules share a quizzical look.

"What?" Karen, freshly full of guilty feelings, gets a little paranoid.

"It's just – They always used go to the bathroom together." T says.

"Dan's hands were wrapped up. Sabine had to do everything for him." Jules paints a clearer picture. "Honey. A couple of weeks before the bandages came off, some of us went clubbing. Dan needed the men's room so Sabine, without so much as a by your leave, leads him straight in there, stands him by a urinal, pulls his dick out and points it in the right direction so he doesn't piss on his shoes. There were at least a half a dozen other men in there but I guess she didn't notice." 

"And that's why he's not shy any more?" Karen doesn't want to linger anywhere near the subject of her conversation with Daniel.

"Well its certainly part of the reason but Sabine had him house trained in their first week. Maybe she gave him a self-confidence transfusion. She certainly has plenty to spare."

"She does seem very confident about herself." Karen agrees, remembering the sight of Sabine finger fucking herself in front of a comparative stranger. The recollection stirs something deep inside her that she backs away from.

"Pushy is the word you're looking for." Jules smiles at Karen. She's not being nasty really. "When they first hooked up, a couple of days after Sabine started looking after him, someone suggested it was like feeding Christians to lions. Some of us thought Dan might be a born again Christian as he was so shy about contact with girls but definitely wasn't gay. He never seemed bothered by Ernesto's pretty boys, and he did like to watch girls. Hell, he couldn't take his eyes off Sabine when she first arrived. So, yeah, feeding Christians to lions. Ernesto reminded us that Daniel survived being thrown into the lion's den. Well our Daniel has certainly survived."

Karen glances at her watch. It's gone ten o'clock. "So d'you think they've had enough time to chat? Only, if I stay here, I'll drink more and if I drink more I'll be hung over tomorrow."

"There's a way to find out." Teresia takes out her mobile phone and calls Sabine. It's engaged. "Sorry Karen, she's still on the phone. I guess you're stuck with us after all." T dials a second number. 

"Who you calling now?" Jules asks

"Gail. She's covering Sabine's shifts...Hi Ernie, its T. Is Gail busy? I need a word...Thanks...Hi Gail. Has Sabine's pet been in tonight?...yes?...Oh wow! This is news! Go on... You didn't show him? Oh you tart...Yeah, right...And that was about when? Thanks girl friend. Later."

"So?"

"So Dan was in about six. Got a call from Sabine and was last seen running for a taxi at six thirty."

"And?"

"And Gail flashed him."

"Not that bloody tattoo again?"

"Yeah."

"I've told her she should post a picture of it on the internet. Then the whole world can see her minge at once, instead of one at a time." Jules is bitchy.

Teresia explains to everyone else. "This girl we work with - Gail - got an intimate tattoo a few weeks ago and has been showing anyone who'll look ever since."

"So he went home at half six and her phone's still engaged? That's over three hours. What the fuck are they talking about for three hours? They haven't been apart long enough to have that much news."

Karen has a good idea what might take them three hours but she can't own up to knowing that.

Teresia still has more gossip. "He said the magic words too. With Gail right there as a witness."

"The magic words?" Karen's lost.

"'I love you' the three magic words to improve a guy's sex life. Is this a first?" Jules asks T.

"Gail said it sounded like the first time. He said something about a letter too. Dunno what that's about." 

"That's it then." Jules looks Karen right in the eye. "Karen, your mission, should you wish to accept it is to go to your hotel, interrupt whatever's going on – three hours is long enough to respect anyone's privacy – and find out about this letter. Report back tomorrow at 8AM for breakfast and debriefing."

"I can't spy on my roommate. You're her friends. Surely she'll talk to you anyway?"

"You're right. All three of us'll go. Drink up." Jules quaffs the last of her wine, gesturing for T and Karen to follow suit.

The three of them left the bar shortly thereafter, heading for the Holiday Inn in search of gossip, an early night and gossip in alphabetical order.

"Hi Liebchen. I love you. Bored of hearing it yet?"

"Ich liebe dich."

"You've gotta stop saying that in German. Its such an obvious double entendre that its hard not to laugh and you're being serious so I really shouldn't laugh at you."

"You can laugh at me. I think it is ok to laugh at someone you love. Yah?"

"Ok Liebchen. I'll laugh at you, love you, be excited, delighted, amused, confused and used by you even though I know that you're only with me because you're saving so much money on rent and tube fares."

"This is not the only reason. Du bist auch gut bestckt sein alles."

"Du bist ..."

"Du...bist...auch...gut...bestckt...sein...alles. You are also hung like a horse."

"You... If that's all that matters to you, just wait until you get back. I'm gonna pound you with it until your pelvis breaks."

"You promise this. Yah?" Sabine is laughing at him.

"Yes, yes, yes. I promise. As hard as you like, as often as you like." He's laughing too.

"Ich liebe dich."

"I love you too. I wrote you a poem."

"I did not know you made poems."

"Not for many years, since I was a teenager, full of hormones and ideals."




TLC Pt. 03



"You will read it to me. Yah?"

"Ok. Actually, I wrote it a fortnight ago, the afternoon after the bandages came off. I just bottled out of giving it to you because...Well, just because, I guess."

"Silly Liebling."

"Hang on, I wrote it on a very pretty card. I'll have to find where I put it...Here we go..."

"Yah. I am ready."

"Take my hand and be my guide,

Through the garden where you hide

Your secrets from the world outside.

Take my hand and be for me,

For this one night, a sanctuary,

A promised land of milk and honey.

Take my hand and hold it tight,

That in the blindness of the night

Our tactile sense may serve for sight.

Take my hand and clasp it to your breast

And there, against your bosom pressed,

Until the morning wakes us, let it rest."

"Liebling..." Sabine's voice is breaking. She ignores the tears on her cheeks. "Liebling. You will hold me like this every night. Yah?"

"Every night, except tonight."

"And you will never let me go away again?"

"Never ever."

"I think we will not have babies so soon."

"I know. I saw the pills in the bathroom cabinet. We can still practice making them though." Daniel had noticed the pills a couple of weeks back but, hey, her body, her choice. 

"Yah. Lots and lots of practice."

"I was thinking today about you having your underwear photographed. I kept trying to imagine just what you were wearing at that precise moment, what the photographer was looking at." He'd had a virtually perpetual erection as a result and got very little actual work done.

"I do not like him. He looks too much, I think."

"I know. But I really can't blame him for wanting to look at someone as beautiful as you are naked. Anyhow, I thought about buying a digital camera to take my own photographs." 

"You would like for me to model for you. Yah?"

"That was what I had in mind, yes."

"Ok. But not wearing one hundred pairs of panties."

"Not wearing any would suit me. Like the girls in those magazines under the bed."

"Liebling?"

"Yes?"

"I am not wearing any now. Like the girls in the magazines."

"Which girl?" Daniel flicks through the mental Rolodex of girls in his porn collection. He has an instant shortlist of two but he wouldn't like to bet on which one Sabine will pick.

"The one I like most, who is smooth like me und open und wet." 

Yep. That girl was one of the two. 

"But she has a girlfriend. Is Karen there?"

"No. Tonight I think we can be alone."

"Touch yourself for me. Touch yourself like the girl in the pictures." Daniel struggles out of his clothes.

"Mmm...oh yah...ohhh..." Sabine's fingers take only moments to coax her erogenous zones into life. She'd been damp even before undressing, turned on just thinking of all the ways she was going to thank Daniel for his love letter. Now she was soaking. Moesen saft trickled past her fingers, leaving a slick trail across her perineum and pooling slightly in the tiny puckered crater of her asshole. One finger becomes two, three, four. 

Daniel listens to her pleasure. Listens to sounds he's heard whispered and whimpered in his ear so often. His cock throbs in his fist, the pulse of the great blue vein running under his fingers keeps time with the strokes of his hand. "Try to take it all, Liebchen. Like the photo. Take it all." He grips himself harder, pumps faster as Sabine's moans and sighs build in volume.

Desperate to give Daniel what he needs, Sabine tucks her thumb into the palm of her hand, plunging five fingers back into her fotze up to the last knuckle. It hurts momentarily, making her gasp but she holds her hand embedded still in her body while her tensed muscles relax. The discomfort subsides. She twists her hand gently, feeling the joints of her fingers massage the walls of her vagina. Slowly, slowly, she eases in, panting more than moaning, concentrating on taking it all. Yah! The feeling of being stretched to tearing point suddenly eases as the widest part of her hand passes the tight constriction of her fotze. She glances down the length of her body to see her distended labia tight around her wrist. 

"Yah, oh yah...ohh! Das ist sehr gut...Oooohhh!" it takes only slight movements of her fingers to make her world explode. Her abdominal muscles seize her hand like a velvet vice as she comes and keeps on coming. As one orgasm subsides, a flex of her fingers sends another and another cascading through her nerves.

Daniel's fist is a blur as he listens to her climax as she rides her own fist. She's dropped her phone on the pillow but her cries of ecstatic release are loud enough to hear. Hell! If she'd hung up, he'd probably still hear that!

"Your ass!" He shouts through gritted teeth as he strains to hold onto his load a few seconds longer. "Your ass!"

Sabine's already there. Her free hand is curled up between her parted buttocks, two fingers crammed past her sphincter, buried in her rectum. "Yah!...Gott in Himmel...Oooohhh! Yahhhh!"

Three orgasms is as much as he can stand to hear. Through the blurred motion of his hand comes a blast of spray like a sperm whale venting. Pre-cum is lathered like foam all over his fist yet still he pumps as several smaller libations pour from his manhood. Exhausted, gasping for breath and with his heartbeat roaring like the sea in his ears, he collapses on the sofa, spent.

Sabine too is motionless but for the rise and fall of her breasts, stirred by heavily drawn breaths. One hand is still immured in her flesh. Her eyes flutter as she slowly returns to the conscious world. A distant voice whispers her name.

Daniel is actually calling her as loudly as he can muster, fatigued as he is. He's guessed Sabine has passed out. It's not the first time.

Sabine picks up the phone. "Yah Liebling. I am ok." Her voice has that dreamy quality, that softness it has when she is woken with kisses. "I know now why the girl in the magazine smiles so much."

"If it was half as good as it sounded, so do I. Just looking at the magazine never made me come so hard."

Sabine eases her hand from her fotze, holding it up, fingers spread to admire the sheen of moisture all the way up to her wrist. "It will be better with three hands."

"Three?" Daniel's trying to picture that.

"Yah. One hand for my fotze, one for my ass und one to rub my klitzler."

"You had a passing out orgasm without touching your clit?" He's incredulous.

"Yah. So next time it will be better I think."

"I've got something better than an extra hand." He has a vision of being balls deep in Sabine's ass next time. "But it's a bit sticky at the moment. D'you need to clean up too?"

"Yah."

"Showers for two?"

"Yah."

"fifteen minutes?"

"Ten."

"Ok. Ten minutes and I'll call you back."

"Ksse."

"Oh, by the way Liebchen."

"Yah?"

"I love you." Daniel hangs up quickly, to make sure he gets the last word, then heads for the bathroom to wash off the excesses of the last half hour and revitalize himself for the next one.

The phone goes dead in Sabine's hand. She smiles contentedly to herself, happy to be loved by such a man. Hot water soothes her tenderised flesh and washes away the musky scent of sweat and sex. 'Daniel loves me!' This isn't exactly news but today it is official. The words he wrote, the words he spoke! Daniel loves me! 

It could so easily have been a false love, the puppy dog love of a terribly shy man, but Daniel had not said these things then and he is no longer the shy, sweet guy she'd first met. Back then she'd liked him for the strength she glimpsed behind his timidity. When he saved that policeman she knew she had been right about him. His helplessness had been sort of sexy, a golden opportunity to tease him and coax him out of himself. It was like being trapped together on a desert island and it worked. Wow! How it had worked! 

Or, it could be just lust masquerading as the real thing. She adores his body, especially... Yeah, ok, so he's big and its wonderful, it is the rod that rules her, but if he had not been so blessed it would not have changed things. She could get something bigger in half the shops in Soho if that was all that mattered. She revels in the delight he clearly takes in her body too. Her demands for more and more from him have taught him to dominate her totally during sex and, as he learned, she has slipped into the submissive role she enjoys so much – woman is a vessel. But when his demands are so great, her fulfilment so intense, that she faints, it is not lust that cradles her in strong arms. It is not lust that whispers her name, over and over until she returns.

Perhaps it is just words? Something guys say because it is expected of them? No. Daniel has nothing to gain by it. She has never denied him any pleasure he wishes – ok, there were those first few days but that doesn't count. 

No! Daniel is decent and truthful. His words are true. His feelings are true. She can accept nothing else. He loves her as she loves him. The fact they fuck like gods is just a bonus.

The phone! Through the noise of the shower Sabine can hear the phone. She dashes for the bathroom door. Too late: It falls silent.

Dry and wrapped fetchingly in a towel turban and sarong, she snatches the phone from the bed as soon as Daniel rings back.

"Fifteen minutes precisely. I knew ten wouldn't be enough. You've never managed only ten minutes in the shower." He chides her good-naturedly.

"It always takes longer because I must wash you too. I am never alone in your shower."

"You were alone the night I got my hands back. You wouldn't let me join in." He's not one to bear grudges or remember slights – honest.

"But I did not only shower. You like me to be smooth. Yah?" 

"Ok. But you still took more than ten minutes tonight. I rest my case." How deep a hole is he going to dig for himself?

"I was only ten minutes in the shower but I ordered a sandwich from room service and had no money to tip the bellboy so I gave him a blow job instead. I think it is not polite to answer the phone with his penis in my mouth. Yah?" Obviously, she's making it up. Nobody gets that much tip, just for delivering a sandwich.

"Well why didn't you say so in the first place? What's in the sandwich?"

"Chicken salad."

Now he knows she's fibbing. She doesn't even like chicken salad.

"I think you over-tipped. Just flashing him would have sufficed."

"Yah. Maybe you are right."

"So what did you model today? Anything worth being seen in?"

"Nein. All of them were boring. Tomorrow I will wear swimming wear so they will give me a tan."

"You already have a tan. You're golden."

"Yah. But the photographer wants more so they will spray me. Karen also."

"What happened with Karen last night?"

"After she called you?"

"Start at the beginning. How did you seduce her so quickly? I need to hear this. It may come in useful if I ever get caught masturbating in a hotel room by a pretty girl. She is pretty, isn't she?"

"Yah. She is pretty. In your magazines there is a girl on a pool table. Yah?"

"Yes."

"Karen looks like this girl I think."

"So how did you get her out of her knickers?"

"Ok. I will tell you. After she ran out of our room...

And that's how a phone call can last three hours. Daniel listened, grew hard and nursed his erection as Sabine graphically recounted the tale of last night's Manchester adventure, like Sheherazade weaving bedtime stories for King Shahryar. 

Chapter 13 – Two's company. Three's an audience. 

"...I called you and gave the phone to Karen so-"

There is a knock on the door, a scratching sound as of a key being inserted into a lock.

"Liebling. Karen is back I think."

The door opens ajar, just wide enough for Karen to peep around the edge. "You decent Sabine? I've got company."

Sabine pulls her towel around her and gestures to Karen to come in. "Liebling. The bellboy has brought some friends. I will call you back. Yah?"

"Ok Liebchen. You go do girl talk for a while. I'll just sit here naked and wait for you to phone back."

"Ksse." She hangs up, none too soon. Her phone is flashing red. If she hadn't ended the call, the battery probably would have.

Jules starts the interrogation while Sabine is plugging in the battery charger. "Word on the street is you're pet boy used the 'L' word in front of Gail earlier. Care to comment?"

"Yah." Sabine radiates smugness. "Daniel loves me."

"Honey, we know that. We see him every day, remember? Did he really say the 'L' word?"

"Yah. He wrote to me of his feelings and he said the words. He made me a poem also."

"Poetry? Are you sure you're not his first girlfriend?" T is cynical.

"Fairs fair, T, This could be the real deal." Jules, to her credit, is not such a cynic.

"Yah. It is real. He says he loves me and I believe him." Sabine defends her lover's veracity.

"Is that his letter?" Karen points to the typed page on the bedside table. 

"Yah."

"It's typed! Who types a love letter?"

"There were no pens." Sabine picks up the letter before anyone else does, folding it in half, away from prying eyes.

"A waitress and a journalist living together and not one biro in the house?" T clearly isn't buying that excuse.

"It is a long story. Too long for tonight I think. I will tell you tomorrow. Yah? It will give us something to talk about on the train."

"It is rather late." Karen lends her support to the besieged Sabine. "We have an earlier start than you two. We're getting spray tanned at nine."

"On the train? You promise?" Jules can take a hint.

"Yah. I promise. Gute nacht."

"Goodnight then girls." Jules stands to leave, T in tow.

"Night Sabine. Night Karen." T closes the door behind her.

"Sabine, I'm sorry. I didn't want to bring them back here but they wanted me to spy on you and, well, I-"

"It's ok. If they had not come to ask, I would have told them in the morning. They are my friends. Did you have a lot to drink tonight?" Sabine's question is clearly loaded.

"Yes, but...Sabine, don't take this wrong. Last night was great but...well, what I'm trying to say is...I'm really not comfortable about girls...not yet at least...and well..."

"You do not wish me to lick you. I understand. This is ok."

"Yes...no...that's not what I was trying to say. It's...I can't...you know...to you?"

"So. You do not want to do more than last night. Yah?"

"Yes. That was wonderful but...I'm being selfish aren't I? It's not fair to take without –"

"It is ok. Daniel will enjoy listening again, I think. I will give you pleasure und you will give him pleasure. Then it is fair. Yah?"

"Put like that. Yes. Oh Sabine, I was so frightened you wouldn't understand and you'd go off me."

"Go off you? This means?"

"Not like me any more."

"I understand." She loosens the towel, which slides into a heap on the bedspread leaving her completely naked. "Now you will undress. Yah?"

Karen obliges, striping down to her bra and pants with the minimum of fuss or wobbling. She's definitely much more sober tonight. She reaches for her bra clasp.

"Stop. That is enough for now. I will do the rest. Yah?" Sabine unplugs the partially recharged phone and calls Daniel.

"Hello again, Liebchen. Finished off the bellboy already?"

"Yah. Und I have a gift for you." She gives Karen the phone. As her hand touches Karen's she can feel her trembling. It is not cold in the room. It must be nervousness.

Karen is very nervous. One lesbian encounter under the affluence of incahol? Well, as she'd told herself all morning, she was taken advantage of. A second encounter, relatively sober? This time she has to admit to herself she has a choice. She takes the phone.

"Hi Daniel."

"Karen?"

"Yes. I guess I'm the gift Sabine just mentioned."

"Ooh goodie! I was wondering what I was going to do with this erection."

"You're already hard?"

"Very. Sabine was telling me all about last night when you girls got back. Karen, you're going to have to be my eyes. Tell me what you're both wearing."

"Well Sabine is naked. I don't think she likes clothes much."

"She doesn't."

"I have my undies on still. We're sitting on her bed."

"Describe your underwear. And remember you're talking to a horny bloke."

"Ok. White bra. It's very sheer, no padding. My nipples show through a little pinker. They're pointy right now. Sabine's just reached for one of them. Her hand is cupped around it. Ooh her thumb feels good, circling my nipple. I'll bet it's as hard as your cock now. My panties are white too." She glances down to see which ones she'd put on after work. "Just plain cotton ones. They feel moist inside but it doesn't show yet. Mmm. Sabine is touching them now. She's pushing the cotton between my lips. Do you like seeing cameltoe?"

"Oh yeah! Go on."

"She's undoing my bra. Hang on." Karen slips the telephone hand through the shoulder strap. "There! It's off. My boobs are bare now. God! My nipples are really hard. Ouch! That hurt, Sabine. She pinched them. That's better, mmm. She's massaging my boobs now. It feels really good. Her hands are so much softer than boys' hands."

Daniel strokes himself, listening to Karen's commentary on her own ravishment. This interactive porn is so much sexier than wank mags.

"She's got her fingers in my panties now. Ooh. Feels nice. So delicate her touch. Mmm. I must be wetter than I thought... Yes Sabine. Take them off... There you go, Bad Boy, naked as the day I was born." Karen's really getting into this verbal striptease. It's kinky, but safe kinky. 

"What do you look like right now?" Daniel's breathing heavier. His strokes are more urgent. There's a dewdrop of moisture nestling in the fissure at the very tip of his cock.

"I'm lying on my back, legs really wide now, Sabine's playing with my curls."

"You have pubes?"

"Yes, brown curls but only at the front, I shave my lips."

"Good. I like smooth pussy."

"I guessed that when I saw Sabine's. I can see her pussy right now. It looks almost as wet as mine." Sabine looks up from her task, smiling her approval to Karen.

"Yah. I am wet for you."

"Oh yes... That's it...Daniel, her fingers feel so good inside me...Uh oh! She's touching my bum again. Is she always so dirty?"

"Always. Just try to relax. She won't hurt you. Trust her. Have you never had anal sex before?" he pumps rhythmically, imagining the scene.

"Never...oooh...Hey! It's not too bad now. Daniel, Sabine's finger is up my bum."

"Mmm. Lucky for you I'm two hundred miles away or it might be my cock instead of her finger. That'd be a really tight fit."

"Oh yes, Sabine, lick me. Your tongue feels so sexy...oh...oh yeah...ooh...I'm almost there...oh...yeah...I'm gonna come so hard..."

Daniel's fist goes into overdrive, desperate to not be left behind by the sudden change of pace. He need not worry. Sabine is in control.

"God! No way!...Oh yeah...come with me Daniel...God! So close...so close...oh...No!...Don't stop...don't stop..."

But Sabine has stopped. She eases her finger from Karen's ass and turns around on the bed so she sitting facing the prone body, spread-eagled on the bed before her. She lifts one of Karen's legs up, slipping her own under it. Her other leg straddles Karen's. Slowly she eases herself forward, two pussies inch closer and closer together. Karen realizes what Sabine is doing and offers her some words of encouragement.

"Yes Sabine, do it!..." Contact! Labia press against labia, juices mingle. "Oh my God!...Oh yes!...grind that pussy against mine...ooh God!...so hot...you're burning up...oh...oooh..."

Daniel's well and truly caught up. His only hope now is that Karen is as close to coming as she sounds because he's not gonna hold out much longer. "Karen...Let go...come for me...crush your cunt against Sabine's and come for me."





TLC Pt. 04



Chapter 17 – Surprise party? No. Surprises? Oh yes.

A man walks into a bar...

Yes gentle reader it's the same man and the same bar.

A man walks into a bar and tries to look surprised that all his friends are there already. It's his birthday. This he knows because everyone's singing "...Happy birthday, dear Daniel...Happy birthday to you..." He has to fake surprise because there were really too many clues to be ignored. Everyone had a prior engagement when he invited them for a drink. Chris had insisted on a different bar then changed his mind after one round. And the clincher – Sabine couldn't get the night off work – on a Wednesday! For crying out loud! Ernesto wouldn't do that to him. Something had to be going on and he'd been 90% certain what. He'd been 90% right. Still, he manages to look reasonably surprised by the crowd of friends and colleagues, the big, cheerily colourful banner across the optics and the singing.

As the singing dies away, Sabine, like Moses' staff, parts the sea of familiar faces and glides up against him. By conditioned reflex, his arms wrap tight around her. He feels her do the same. Her head tips back and to the side, lips pouting and ever so slightly parted. He kisses her. Some of his colleagues haven't met Sabine before so this is a new spectacle for them. They cheer. When the kiss is still in full flow after ten seconds, some of the waitresses, led by T, start chanting like cheerleaders – "Go, Girlie! Go, Girlie!" After thirty seconds, most observers have started to get a little embarrassed and look away, feeling they're intruding on something private, though it's going on in the middle of somewhere very public. Like I said – most observers. Chris has used the thirty seconds to get his camera out and is struggling to move around the kissing couple to get a better shot.

Daniel is just kissing the woman he loves. Sabine, on the other hand is wishing her sweetheart a happy birthday, marking her territory for the benefit of all the other girls in the bar, giving a very big hint that tonight is not likely to involve a lot of sleep and, perhaps most importantly, setting Daniel up for a birthday surprise.

"Hey! Don't I get a kiss too?" Daniel feels a new hand on his shoulder. It distracts him enough to end the kiss. That voice? Where's he know it from? As the fog clears from his brain, light dawns – Karen? The confusion, realization and delight that're mirrored on his face are all preserved for posterity by Chris' camera. As is the release of Sabine, the pirouette, the sweeping gesture of Daniel's arm that draws the stranger in and the second kiss. Not a long one, but not a formal peck on the cheek either. This is a kiss he's rehearsed in his fantasies a lot. Sabine watches with smiling interest. It takes Karen no time at all to decide she's enjoying the kiss and to return it with hearty enthusiasm. It pleases Sabine that they seem to "hit it off!" After so much has passed between the three of them on the phone, it'd be a shame for the fantasy to fall flat because the reality doesn't include sufficient chemistry. Clearly not a problem.

When Chris stops clicking, he realizes just how out of character the scene is. He's used to Daniel and Sabine acting like they're alone but Daniel greeted this other bit of totty – and totty she most definitely is – as if he knows her well. Chris thought he knew all Daniel's friends and this girl's new to him. Where's he been hiding her?

As soon as Daniel releases Karen, Sabine makes the introductions. "Chris. This is Karen. We worked together in Manchester. Karen, Chris. Daniel's best friend. Yah."

The two exchange the usual pleasantries then Chris addresses Daniel. " Danny boy. A word in your shell-like? Excuse us please, girls. I need the birthday boy for just a moment."

Sabine shrugs and leads Karen away to have a little tête-à-tête with her too. Chris drags Daniel's arm to draw him closer. "Who the fuck is that? You've been holding out on me."

"She's just a friend of Sabine's. They met on that catalogue job a month or so back. Remember? When you and I went camera shopping?"

"Yeah. I remember. Don't change the subject. You doin' both of them?"

"What?" Daniel's genuinely shocked. "She's Sabine's pal. This is the first time I've met her. Oh, we've chatted on the phone occasionally, but we've never been in the same room before." He doesn't think it necessary to tell Chris what chatting on the phone means when Karen's at one end of the line.

"It didn't look like that." Chris is thinking of the kiss he's just witnessed. That was not how you greeted a stranger.

"Oh that! She promised me a birthday kiss if I invited her to the party – Yes Mate, I knew about the party. Surprise! – I was just collecting it, with interest."

"Christ! That German hasn't half changed you, Mate. To think, you used to be shy around girls. This Karen – Is she attached?" Chris' thoughts move into opportunistic mode.

"Sorry Mate, she's well and truly spoken for." Ok, so technically this isn't true, but Daniel doesn't fancy having Chris find out about his and Sabine's relationship to Karen. Daniel turns to look for Sabine. Where have those girls sneaked off to now?

"Pity." Muses Chris. "Dating one of Sabine's pals would be a good way to spend more time with you, Mate."

"We hang out all the time." 

"Yeah, but most of it I feel like a gooseberry."

"Bollocks. Mate, I have to mingle – My party and all. Why don't you go and ask Gail to show you her tattoo. It'll take your mind off Karen. I'll catch up with you in a bit." Daniel wanders through the throng of familiar faces, being as gracious a host as possible, keeping a weather eye open for Sabine.

"So. You like Daniel, I think." Sabine's found a quiet corner to talk to Karen in.

"I liked him before we met. He's a good kisser, isn't he?"

"Und you still want this?"

"Oh God! More than ever. All the sexy phone calls we've shared have made a proper pervert of me. I don't think I've ever masturbated as much as I have in the last month. Sabine, I've had more than enough time to think this over and I really do want you – want you properly this time."

"Und Daniel?"

"And Daniel. I agreed we couldn't leave him out of it."

"So. He will enjoy his present, I think. Yah?"

"I hope so – hey! Here he comes now." Karen is facing the right way to see Daniel's approach.

"Karen, I have a confession to make." Daniel slid into the seat next to Sabine, across from Karen.

"You fake your orgasms when you're on the phone to me?" 

"As if! Anyway, I've got a witness." He patted Sabine's thigh to indicate whom.

"Well it can't be that bad then. Confess or be damned."

"Chris just asked if you were single and I told him no. I know it was rather presumptuous but I really don't want him finding out about our late night phone calls and I'm not at all sure you can be trusted not to whisper juicy details of your sordid past in a new lover's ear."

Karen just looked meaningfully at Sabine.

"Yah. You can tell him."

"Daniel... you didn't fib to Chris. I am attached, for the moment at least." She glanced at Sabine again for moral support. "I'm your birthday present."

"Pardon?" Daniel must have misheard. Surely.

"Sabine and I... unfinished business? She wouldn't leave you out and I agree. You were there in spirit the first time, in Manchester, so its only fair... If you want me that is... Oh, God! This is embarrassing..."

Sabine's hand slips into Daniels lap, confirming what she's already guessed. "Karen, he is hard already. I think he wants you. Yah Leibling?" 

"Yes. Hell, yes! How soon is it socially acceptable to leave one's own surprise party?"

"You cannot leave." Sabine was firm. "You must stay until the end. We will not go home until midnight so you can enjoy your party. Yah?"

"Midnight? But it's only just turned seven." There's pleading in his voice but also resignation. He knows Sabine likes this game.

"Waiting is good for you, I think."

"She does this to me all the time, Karen. She delights in torturing me."

"Poor boy!" Karen's tone is ironic. "But you're neglecting your guests."

"Et tu Brute! Ok. I'll go do the rounds while you two plot, scheme and gossip. But just you wait until I get you home..." With a quick buzz on the lips for Sabine, he left to be sociable. At least the bar was crowded enough that nobody noticed the tilt of his kilt and not so packed that he stabbed anyone with it.

Daniel found Chris seated at the bar, looking pleased with himself. One glance at the LCD on the proffered camera explained it: Gail's tattoo in crisp, clear detail.

"Hey! A little discretion please!" Gail cast an accusing look at Chris.

"Gail, I'm shocked." Reposted Daniel. "I didn't think you knew the word 'discretion'. Besides, I've seen it before. Chris, I'll have an 8 by 10 of that. Gail, will you autograph it for me?"

"And what will your girl friend – my colleague – think?" Gail looked unconvincingly stern.

"She'll think you're a brazen exhibitionist, which you are, and that it's a birthday present I'll cherish, which I will. Now can we have two Heinekens please?"

"I preferred you when you were shy. Two Heinekens..." Gail placed the open bottles in front of the guys. "and a birthday kiss." She stood on tip-toes and leant across the bar, grabbing Daniel's tie to draw him close enough to buzz his lips. 

"Danny Boy, I reckon I preferred you when you were shy too." Chris remarked as soon as Gail was out of earshot – not far in the noisy bar. "Are there any girls left for the rest of us?"

"C'mon! Three kisses." Daniel held up three fingers to illustrate. "One off Sabine, whom I live with." He folded down his index finger. "One off a friend of hers I've never met and who is spoken for anyway." He folded down his ring finger, leaving just his middle finger raised in a gesture not lost on Chris. "And a buzz from a barmaid we've both known for ages, because it's my birthday." The final finger got folded down. "You've known Gail as long as I have. If you're interested, you've had ample opportunity to ask her out."

"I did. Just before you came over."

"And?"

"Tomorrow's her night off. We're going to meet up for a drink and see what mischief we can find to get into."

"Good Man!" Daniel gave Chris a high five. "Have you got pics of everyone having a good time? Only some are starting to drift towards the door already."

"Yeah. Loads of pictures. They'll be on the office network tomorrow morning. We can hold a caption contest again."

"So your work here is done?"

"Apart from being way behind on my alcohol quota, you mean?"

"Aside from that, yes."

"Sure. I'm off duty, out to grass and from now on, just your ol' drinkin' buddy."

"Get another round on my tab then. I want a word with Ernie." Daniel slipped off his stool, patting Chris' shoulder as he passed him.

"Daniel, my friend! Happy birthday." Ernesto was his usual effusive self. "It's a good party."

"Indeed Ernie. And after all you've done for me, I wouldn't let my friends buy this much alcohol from anyone else. With all these extra wallets in here, are you stretched for staff tonight?"

"No. I gave a couple of girls extra shifts when Sabine told me how many people she invited. Why?"

"As it's starting to thin out a little, could you spare a barmaid for the rest of the evening?"

"Sure. Who?"

"Gail. Put her wages for the rest of the shift on my tab. She's a present for Chris."

"Not a problem. Will you tell her, or shall I?"

"I'll break the news – it's my job. Thanks Ernie. You're a star."

Back at the bar, beside Chris, Daniel called Gail over. "Ernie's given you the night off – paid. Are you two going to stay and enjoy the party or sod off somewhere else and have a proper first date?"

"Really?" Gail looks surprised – not a frequent occurrence.

"Truly. I couldn't bear the thought of Chris spending all day tomorrow planning your seduction. Stay of go. Its up to you... And him of course." Daniel hooked a thumb at the uncharacteristically gob-smacked photographer. Without waiting for a response he headed back to Sabine and Karen, leaving the shell-shocked couple to their own devices.

"You look like the cat that got the cream." Karen greeted him. Sabine turned to see Daniel's smug grin.

"Not yet. I have to wait until midnight, remember?"

"So. But you have been up to something, I think."

"Just a little matchmaking."

"Matchmaking?" Sabine's English is good, but not perfect.

"Chris and Gail. I've been stirring things up a bit." His eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Chris und Gail? I did not know they were interested in each other."

"Chris asked her out. She agreed. I just got Ernesto to give her the evening off so they could get on with getting off. I think they'll make a good couple, don't you?"

"Yah. Chris likes to look at girls und Gail likes to be looked at."

"And now you don't have to feel guilty about lying to him to keep me all to yourself. " Karen chimed in.

Sabine corrected her "He will not keep you all to himself, I think. He will share you with me."

"That's right Sweet Thing. We're gonna take turns ravishing you all night."

Karen blushed. "Sabine. Do we really have to wait until midnight?"

"You are both so eager. We should go home, I think." Sabine gave in graciously.

As he headed for the door, Daniel noted that there was no sign of Chris and Gail. He settled up with Ernesto while the girls powdered their noses. His mind was filling up with images of what was about to happen. He was glad to get out of the well lit bar without his excitement showing. He was glad too when his suggestion of a cab was accepted. He didn't want to walk through Soho with a girl on each arm and a conspicuous hard-on. In that neighbourhood, it would not pass unnoticed. At least in a cab he was sitting down and it was dark. 

Chapter 18 – Daniel unwraps his presents. 

Daniel had paid the cabbie while Sabine opened the front door. Now he followed the two giggly girls up the several flights of stairs to his flat. He made the most of the opportunity to admire and compare their legs and, yes, their bottoms too. His trousers grew increasingly uncomfortable as his view and his prospects worked him into a state of almost overwhelming arousal. By the time he reached the top, Sabine had that door open too. Karen had immediately ducked into the bathroom so, pushing the front door shut, he followed Sabine's swaying hips into the living room.

Sabine flings herself into his arms, grinding her mouth against his, pressing herself against the painfully swollen erection she knew she'd find. As swiftly as she came to him, she disengages, stepping back, reaching for the high hem of her dress and peeling it up over her head in one quick and surprisingly graceful movement. Flinging the discarded dress on a chair, she slides her hands, and with them her panties, down her hips. Bending at the waist until her underwear is around her ankles, she steps out of the scrap of elastic and satin and that too ends up on the chair. Kicking off her stilettos, she is once more as nature intended, having set a new personal best for stripping – under 3 seconds. Daniel's expression is a mask of unashamed lust as he gazes at her body. In all these months, he has never tired of seeing his lover naked. 

She is in his arms again, mouth glued to his, when Karen emerges from the bathroom.

"Oh, you started without me." She stands in the doorway, looking like a cocktail of nerves and anticipation with just a twist of shyness.

"Yah, but now it is your turn I think." Sabine steps over to Karen, cupping the girl's face in her palms and kissing her every bit as passionately as she'd kissed Daniel. A heartbeat into it, Karen catches up, responding to Sabine's lead, moaning into her seducer's mouth and fencing Sabine's tongue with her own. As Daniel watches his girlfriend naked in the arms of another woman, Sabine releases Karen, taking her hand and leading her across the room to him. Karen looks flushed, her breasts are heaving as she breathes heavily.

"Happy birthday Liebling. You will unwrap your present now. Yah? Und I will open some wine." Letting go of Karen's hand, she turns and heads for the kitchen, leaving Daniel and Karen facing each other.

"She doesn't like clothes much, does she?" Karen asks, just for something to say to fill the silence.

"She enjoys her body." He smiles. "So do I."

"And I make it unanimous."

Realizing the small talk could continue indefinitely, Daniel seizes the day, steps close to Karen and kisses her, delighted by her immediate and active response. His fingers find the zip on the back of her dress and draw it slowly down the serpentine curve of her spine. Her bra clasp is next. He unclips it with deft fingers, much practiced on Sabine. He can go no further while holding her so lets go, drawing the open back of the dress forward off her shoulders, bra and all, so that as the shoulder straps slip down her outstretched arms, she is instantly stripped to the waist. Daniel pauses a moment to admire her pert breasts, nipples already well and truly erect. His gaze travels back up to meet hers.

"Perfect." He says, slipping the bunched up dress over the flare of her hips and handing over responsibility for removing it to Gravity. Dropping to his knees before her, he kisses her navel, his hands sliding gently up the taut backs of her thighs. He can feel her trembling. Tonight is the culmination of a lot of nervous soul searching on her part. His lips work slowly lower reaching a tiny silk bow on the waistband of her chastely white thong. His fingers draw the elastic down her hips half an inch at a time, keeping just ahead of his kisses. Tight brown curls spring up, tickling his lips; the scent of her body is vaguely reminiscent of a pair of panties he once sniffed. The swathe of curls narrows inexorably until his questing lips find what they're searching for: the first hint of her cleft. Peeling her underwear down her legs, he presses his face into the warm, musk redolent concavity bounded by her thighs and pubis, breathing in the heady aroma of the much aroused girl, feeling her pubic hair like tiny electric discharges on his closed eyelids. One more deep indrawn breath, one more delicately soft kiss on the juncture of her labia and he stands to embrace her again.

Karen's emotions are all over the place. On one hand, she's about to be undressed by a guy she only met this evening. Admittedly, he's quite cute, but that's not the point: she's behaving like a total slut. On the other hand, this is a guy who's heard her masturbating loads of times since that first weird night in Manchester. She's even named her new vibrator after him. He's at least heard her do stuff none of her previous paramours got close to seeing. They've had weeks of foreplay. No, whichever way you cut it, she's about to behave like a total slut. Well she's glad she's got that sorted out. He's a good kisser. He's a great kisser! She feels her outfit loosen as he unzips and unhooks her. Deep breath and for God's sake don't blush. She wants him to be bold. If she appears shy, he might hesitate. That'd be a bad thing. 

Did he say "perfect"? She's always thought she had pretty titties but most guys seemed disappointed at so scant a handful. Perfect? Daniel sure says the right things. Karen feels a warm glow in her belly. No more doubts. There's another feeling in her belly now, his tongue in her belly button. Deliciously ticklish!

This is it. She feels her panties start to descend, looks down to watch Daniel kissing his way down her abdomen. Hope he's not disappointed to find pubes. She's heard all about his preference for bald bits. Oh God! His lips reach her labia. She must be soaking down there. She prays for his tongue. Her hands rest on his head as he presses himself against her, the bridge of his nose a hard ridge against her clit. Christ! Can she come just rubbing herself against his nose? Right now? Probably, yes. No! don't stop! 




TLC Pt. 04



Back on his feet, Daniel enfolds Karen in his arms again, their passionate kiss spiced with the faint taste of her arousal on his lips. She starts as a hand touches her ankle. Glancing down, she sees Sabine trying to remove the rumpled dress from around her ankles. Daniel notices too and lifts Karen bodily off the ground. She finds herself swiftly divested of unnecessary garments and shoes the gently set back down, all without ever breaking the hermetic seal between her mouth and Daniel's.

When they finally break for air, Sabine puts an arm around each of them and gives them each a quick but meaningful buzz on the lips. "So. You like your present. Yah?"

"Delightful! Just what I wanted. How clever of you to know."

"Willkommen mein Leibe herr. Now we must undress you, I think."

"Yes!" chimes in Karen. "I wanna see if the rumours are true. I know you tabloid journalists are prone to exaggeration."

Daniel is used to being undressed by Sabine. He stands as impassively as a sultan while his harem girls unbuckle, unbutton, untie and unzip his clothes. When his trousers drop past his knees in freefall and his hard-on springs to attention, Karen's eyes widen and she lets out an audible gasp. Sabine catches Karen's eye across the bobbing baton of rigid flesh and flashes her an I-told-you-so smile.

"I owe you an apology, Daniel." Karen says. "I named my new vibe after you but it really doesn't measure up."

"It's no good apologising to me, it's that you've so cruelly maligned." He jiggles his hips, making his cock wave about wildly at the girls' eye level. "See! It's crying." And indeed there is a drop of seminal fluid weeping from his glans.

"Perhaps if we kiss and make up?" Karen suggests and without waiting for an answer, she leans forward, steadying Daniel's manhood with gentle fingers and kisses the very tip of his cock. "There! Is that better?" she smiles up at him, licking his moisture off her lips.

"It's a good start."

Taking hold of him, Sabine engulfs the head of his cock with her mouth, swirling her tongue around the underside of his glans for a few seconds. "Like so." She says, pushing Daniel's penis back toward Karen. Karen doesn't need asking twice. Following Sabine's lead, she gorges herself on the throbbing erection, working it over with tongue and teeth, her hands pumping the lower half of his shaft and caressing his balls. Sabine moves closer, trying for a share of the action and soon the two girls are working up and down Daniel's length in unison. Daniel watches them, entranced by the sight of two beautiful lovers fellating him. The sensations are exquisite but the real difference is not how it feels but how it looks and what that represents. The whole evening has wound him so tight he's close to bursting point and watching the girls devouring him is stripping away the last shreds of his self-control. He holds on desperately until Karen's lips close around his glans again, then he cuts loose with a primaeval grunt as his orgasm hoses her mouth. Three great spasms send three white hot jets of semen into the back of her throat, eagerly anticipated, accepted and swallowed. 

Daniel's legs tremble and, in imminent danger of collapsing, he has to push the eager girl's head away from his crotch. As he flops, sated, onto a chair, further crumpling the girls' party dresses, Sabine seizes Karen, kissing her ferociously, tongue delving in search of traces of Daniel's orgasm. As Daniel watches, the kiss evolves into a Sapphic embrace, hands roaming over each other's bodies, seeking ingress. 

"You two would be more comfortable on the bed." He observes, noticing that his flaccid penis is starting to revive under the stimulation of the lesbian floorshow. 

Chapter 19 – Karen takes the plunge

As the girls helped each other to their feet - not that either needed help, but they were reluctant to let go – Daniel collected his camera from the desk. If he was going to be witness to Karen's first taste of pussy, he was damned well going to capture the intimate moment for posterity. Following them toward the bedroom, Daniel took full advantage of the opportunity to compare and contrast the two pert posteriors before him. Karen's bottom looked a little smaller than Sabine's, her skin a shade or two darker, her buttocks were crowned by twin dimples and there was just the faintest hint of a crease in her skin where her inner thighs met the curve of her ass. Even right next to Sabine's - whose ass he adored unreservedly and would live in if he could – he'd have to rate Karen's bottom a 10. 

In the bedroom, Sabine turns, contriving to topple backward onto the bed, drawing Karen down on top of her, seeking out first Karen's lips, then her tongue. She's worked long and hard to bring this girl to this place, at this time, in this receptive state of mind and she's determined to enjoy the fruits of her labours to the full. Her hands are not idle. They map the divine contours of young flesh with the delicate precision with which the blind read Braille: Here, around the nipple, a region that emotes sighs of pleasure; Here, a gasp; Here, a shiver of delight...

Karen feels electric, her skin tingling at Sabine's touch. She abandons herself to the pleasure of the moment, all doubts, all reserve, banished as her world contracts to four square metres covered with a duvet. She explores Sabine as intimately and avidly as she feels herself caressed, eager to go beyond the threshold that baulked her in Manchester. Out of the corner of her eye, she catches occasional glimpses of Daniel with his camera, snapping away while his magnificently restored manhood swings to and fro as if conducting the world's most lascivious concerto. She's glad he seems to be enjoying the spectacle. Time, she decides, to show them both what this evening is really all about.

Daniel can barely believe how turned on he is, watching his girlfriend and their new flame writhing together on the bed. He's seen lots of video of Sabine doing the girl-on-girl thing but he realizes now that it hasn't left him prepared for the real deal. Only the camera is keeping his hands from his cock of rock. Not that he wants to masturbate with two naked girls in the room: that would be a waste. No, he's going to get some great shots of his 'birthday present'... then join the fun. 

As he snaps merrily away, Karen starts to work down the prone body to Sabine's breasts, drawing each turgid nipple through her lips in turn, relinquishing each all the firmer for her attentions. Her knees, by the gentlest pressure, urge Sabine's legs apart, finding no resistance. Karen reaches between Sabine's legs somewhat roughly, kneading the smooth, puffy labia until her fingers feel suitably slick. She withdraws her hand, raising herself slightly to hold Sabine's gaze as she lifts wet fingers to her lips: her first taste of Sabine's pussy only a moment away.

"Nein." Sabine snatches at Karen's wrist, arresting the hand's progress towards her mouth. "Not like that. You must taste me properly the first time. Yah?"

"Oh... Of course. My first taste of pussy should be pussy. Right?"

"Yah. Und it should be soon I think." Sabine makes no attempt to play down how ready she is for some sort of release. Karen takes the hint, skipping the rest of the entrée in favour of the main course. She shuffles further down the bed, between Sabine's increasingly widespread legs and gazes at the glistening pink flesh before her.

A movement beside her draws her attention as Daniel kneels at the bed side, camera poised only a couple of feet from Sabine's crotch.

"I want to capture the moment for posterity. It's not every day I get to see a girl loosing her lesbo cherry." He grins lasciviously. 

"You're so rude!" Karen sticks her tongue out at him. The flash dazzles her.

"Good! Now D'you mind hurryin' up? There's a queue for that pussy." He slaps his bobbing erection playfully.

"Yah." Sabine chimes in. "No more interruptions bitte."

Karen takes the hint and takes the plunge, almost catching Daniel unawares. Without another moment's hesitation, she dips her head, extends her tongue and runs it in one long stroke from perineum to clitoral hood. Daniel catches the moment just as Karen brushes over Sabine's clit, causing her hips to buck upwards involuntarily. 

"There!" Karen sounds triumphant. "Hmm." She savours the tang on her tongue. "Hmmm!" she is obviously pleased with herself. She ducks back down, plunging her tongue into Sabine's body this time until her lips are pressed against hairless labia. She wiggles her tongue inside Sabine's pussy, making her writhe in ecstasy. 

"Ohhh... Yah. Das ist gut, Liebchen... Sehr gut!... Oooh..."

Karen has made a great discovery - pussy tastes great. Yes, yes. I know that's hardly a revelation such as Nostradamus or Old Mother Shipton might come out with but, nevertheless, for Karen it is as though the scales have fallen from her eyes. Oh, she'd always been partial to the taste of her own secretions. It had just not occurred to her that another girl could taste even better. She laps hungrily at Sabine's labia, working her way upwards, away from the main source of all that nectar, searching out and finding Sabine's clitoris, flicking it with the tip of her tongue before drawing the tiny protuberance between her lips to pinch it gently, then it's back down to the nectar like a humming bird. When she's gorged herself on Sapphic honey, she returns her attentions to Sabine's clit, this time slipping two fingers into Sabine's pussy, pumping them gently in and out as she teases the sensitive bud.

"Oh mein gott!...Yahhh...yah..." Sabine writhes all the more for this intrusion, thrashing about under Karen's caressing mouth, her first climax of the evening steadily rising to the fore. She gasps, going momentarily rigid as Karen's two fingers become three. "Yah Leibchen...Befuhlen meine fotze... Fausten mich..."

None of which Karen understands but by happy coincidence happens to be just what she plans anyway. Four fingers. Who would have thought her pinky would have made such a difference? Sabine bucks under her so she struggles to keep her mouth pressed over Sabine's clit. Delighting in her newfound power, Karen seizes Sabine's clit gently with her teeth, tugging on it until Sabine half-gasps, half-screams with the pleasure-pain of it. She's so near to coming. Just one more...

Sabine howls, her arching back clearing the bed completely as Karen's thumb joins the four fingers already buried in her fotze; as Karen's knuckles stretch her to the limit; as her distended lips close tight around the girls wrist; as her clit burns at the pressure of Karen's bite; as Karen's tongue lashes the captive bud; as her orgasm flares outwards from her pelvis, washing away all other senses and sensations, a tsunami crashing over her nervous system. The ecstatic, guttural howl subsides with the wave. Sabine slumps, limp on the bed, barely conscious, moaning gently as wavelets of pleasure wash through her in the wake of her climax. 

Karen finally lifts her head from Sabine's pussy, half her face slick with – what does Sabine call it? – moesensaft. Noticing Sabine is out for the count, she looks to Daniel, smiling for the camera. "Did you enjoy that, Birthday Boy?"

"Not as much as Sabine did. What's it like to be a fully fledged lesbian then?"

"Wonderful! But I'm not a lesbo, I'm bi." She eases her hand out of Sabine and sucks thoughtfully on her fingers. "I still think boys have a lot to offer a girl. A helluva lot in your case." She looks meaningfully at his weeping hard-on.

"Yah." Sabine returns to the land of the living. "Und you are very patient." She makes a long arm, just managing to brush her fingernails over his glans, his cock twitches at her touch. "Geburtstag gratulieren, Leibling. Fich meine geliebter bitte"

"Something something Darling. Fuck your something please?" 

Sabines lips move silently as she translates in her head. Not an easy thing, still bemused as she is, after her passing-out-climax. "Happy birthday Darling. Please fuck my lover." 

"I thought you'd never ask." Daniel's eyes light up. He puts aside the camera and fairly springs to his feet to move around to the foot of the bed.

Karen is startled. Doesn't she get a say in it? No, guess not. Besides, she's more than ready for a good seeing to. So she moves her knees a little further apart and wiggles her bum invitingly, knowing that this position, shoulders down, bottom up and knees wide is about as open an invitation as a girl can make. Her only thought as she feels the bed move, as Daniel presses in behind her, is will she be able to take it all?

Karen feels the huge, hot head of his cock nudging her pussy lips, his hands on her bum, his thumbs peeling her sticky lips apart. A moment later, she has to bury her head between Sabine's still splayed thighs to stifle a cry as Daniel answers her question. Yes, she can take it all, but Christ it feels big. Daniel isn't gentle with her either. Gripping her hips for balance, he strokes in and out, hard and fast, urgent in his need to come. Karen is in rapture: any discomfort overshadowed by the delicious sensations rippling through her. God! To feel so full! So wanton! Her fingers find their way to her clit, rubbing it with unaccustomed vigour. This is no time to be gentle. She'll probably never walk straight again but so what? Hands on the back of her head urge her mouth down onto Sabine's pussy again. Karen eagerly plunges her tongue into the still gaping hole, slurping as she sucks on Sabine's love juices, The jolting of Daniel's pounding hips, driving her face into Sabine's crotch rhythmically. The heady aroma of musk fills her nostrils, the sweet tang of pussy juice suffuses her taste buds, liquid fire spreads outward from her throbbing clit, quivering spasms clench her distended pussy around that ravishing member, hammering against her cervix. She comes, shuddering at the tectonic intensity of the shockwave, it's epicentre momentarily deluged with a flood of white hot semen, scalding her insides. Through the aftershocks of her orgasm, she feels the relentless pumping of Daniel's cock, still hard and still very much inside her. With each stroke she feels diminishing spurts of jizz erupt from him until, all passion spent, he stops trying to rend her in two. Whimpering into Sabine's crotch, she hasn't the strength to lift her shoulders to move forward, so Daniel's slowly softening penis is still sheathed in her bruised and battered hole. God! That was good!

Sabine draws Karen up the bed until Daniel slips out and the girl lies slumped on top of her, head nestled between Sabine's breasts. While she strokes Karen's tousled hair affectionately, she looks to the foot of the bed where Daniel has sagged to the floor, panting hard and red in the face. 

"It was good. Yah?" 

"Bloody marvellous." Daniel replies, struggling to stand again.

"Mmm." Mumbles Karen, which Sabine takes as another affirmative.

Daniel makes it to his feet just long enough to get around the side of the bed and stretches out beside the two girls. Leaning over Sabine, he kisses her passionately, finding the energy to make promises he'll need to keep later. "Thank you Liebchen. That's the best birthday present ever." Then silently, mouthing the words for privacy. "I love you."

Sabine kisses him again. "Ich liebe dich".

"What's that about dick?" Karen interjects, bestirring herself to raise her head from Sabine's bosom.

"Sweet child, you have a one track mind. Ich liebe dich is just German for I love you. Nothing to do with anatomy at all."

"Well I love you both. Sabine, for teaching me girls can be as much fun as boys, which is just as well because it'll be a long time before any boy'll be able to touch both sides of my minge. And you, for being so cool about sharing her with me." Karen manages to get an arm around each of their necks and draws then close to swap kisses all round.

"Und it is a great sacrifice for Daniel, I think." Sabine observes.

"A terrible sacrifice indeed" Daniel is ironic, holding the back of his hand to his brow in the classic pose of despair. "And my strength wanes..." his stomach rumbles on cue. "Since I missed dinner tonight." 

"We all did." Karen is peckish too.

"You've had plenty to eat. Greedy girl. What's your favourite pizza topping?"

"Ham and pineapple."

"Sabine, show Karen how to order a pizza. I need a pee." He rolls off the edge of the bed, onto his feet and heads for the bathroom.

"What did he mean, show me how to order a pizza? You just pick up the phone and..."

"Nein. Here we do not need the telephone. Come." Sabine got off the bed, drawing Karen to her feet too, and led the bemused brunette back into the living room. As Sabine opened the balcony doors, the cold night air raised instant goose bumps on both girls. Sabine strode to the rail, glanced down to see if there were any delivery boys in the street below then beckoned for Karen to come on out. 

"It's freezing." Karen moaned, trying to rap herself in her own arms for warmth.

"It is only for a moment." Sabine coaxed her out, taking her hand and leading her to the edge. "Hello!" without warning, she shouted to the lad on the scooter on the opposite pavement. "Hello!". He heard her the second time and looked up, obviously one of the regulars as he knew exactly which balcony to look at. Karen instinctively moved back, covering her bare breasts. Sabine's hand on the small of her back urged her to the rail again and such was Karen's state of mind that she didn't resist. Her hands stayed up though.

"The usual?" The lad called up to Sabine. He'd taken their order this way before and they always had the same thing.

"Yah! Und one ham und pineapple." Sabine called down.

"Ok Miss." He waved and went into the pizza parlour to place Sabine's order.

Sabine led Karen back inside and closed the doors. Karen was shivering, which was more than enough excuse for Sabine to embrace her. The hug, led to a kiss, which in turn led to petting, which led to a discovery. Karen was leaking.

"My boyfriend!" Sabine sighs in mock exasperation. "So messy. Yah?"

"It's not all his fault." Karen notes.

"So? But it is time to clean up I think. Sit." Sabine urges Karen down onto the edge of the sofa, kneels between her parted knees and, placing a palm between the girl's breasts, urges her into a recumbent position. Between Karen's spread legs, glistening coral pink lips are almost obscured by matted, sticky, dark pubes. Sabine wastes only a moment admiring the view before diving in tongue first. 

And that's how Daniel found them, Karen's legs seriously akimbo, with Sabine firmly ensconced between them. He reflected momentarily that it was fortuitous that he'd had the presence of mind to pick up his camera. Moving close, he snapped half a dozen shots of the action before he noticed slender fingers kneading life back into his cock. When her fingers found their way to his scrotum and started juggling his balls, Karen had Daniel's undivided attention. He swung a leg over Sabine's crouching form to straddle Karen, conveniently pinning her arms down so that, as his new hard-on bobbed in front of her mouth, she snapped at it as if she were bobbing for apples. Bobbing for apples... The thought took Daniel back to the night Sabine had taken over his life... Whoops! His lapse in concentration got him caught. Karen's lips closed tight around the plum head of his cock. He snapped a couple more photos. "Don't close your eyes, look up at me." He instructed, impressed that she managed to smile with her mouth so full. "That's it. Great!... Now back off just a fraction, so I can see a bit of glans... Oh yeah. Your lip colour matches my helmet perfectly. Hold the pose while I get a close up...There, that's the PC's new wallpaper sorted..."




TLC Pt. 04



Karen's eye widened and she pushed him out with her tongue so she could speak. "Your girlfriend's licking my bum again."

"And?"

"And what? She's a filthy bitch. That's what."

"Kinda nice though, ain't it?"

"Yes, it feels pretty good. She's still a filthy bitch though... Ooh, now that does feel good..."

"finger?"

"Yesss." Karen sucked in her breath at what Sabine was up to.

"Well don't get too into it. Dinner will be here any minute, but after we've eaten..."

"What? No! No way! It's too bloody big. It'll-"

"It'll be fine. Trust Sabine. We'll take it nice and slow, and you'll love it... But food first." Daniel hopped off the sofa, to see just what Sabine was doing down there. Karen looked pensive but the stimulation she felt in her loins was a powerfully persuasive argument. 

Sabine was in seventh heaven. It was such a joy to have a girlfriend again. Daniel liked Karen too, she could tell, so she was looking forward to lots more girlie fun from now on. Right now she was savouring the last traces of Daniel's abspritzen, the fresh dew forming on the pink petals under her tongue and the sport of chasing runaway trickles of mingled juices, down over Karen's pretty puckered ass. Oh, how the girl squirmed whenever Sabine got that far down, whenever her tongue circled the twitching ring or nuzzled wetly into the depths, trying to burrow inside her. Wondering just how tight Karen was, Sabine ignored the next trickle until it pooled in the depression of Karen's anus then, using this natural lubricant for it's almost-intended purpose, she eased a slender finger into the darkness. That, at least, she knew Karen could take: They'd heard her orgasm the first time she tried it on her own. After some initial resistance, Sabine's finger slipped in easily enough. She wiggled it slowly, stroking the cilia textured walls and feeling the muscles beneath the surface ripple in response. two fingers would be better, she decided, and with her trademark impetuosity, decision transferred to action with little in between. Two was certainly a tighter fit but Karen was clearly not uncomfortable with it: if the state of her fotze was any indication. Not just very moist, but pulsing in time with her ass, almost winking at Sabine. She could protest all she wished but Sabine knew Karen was having a good time. Indeed, she could vaguely hear Karen's protestations to Daniel. Sabine looked forward to overcoming those protests. It'd been a long time since Daniel had learned to wear the trousers in this relationship so Sabine relished having someone she could dominate for a while. 

"She must be clean by now." Daniel's voice, close to her ear, cut through Sabine's reverie.

"Yah. She is clean I think." She grinned lasciviously, her face glistening with pussy juice. She strained toward him for a kiss. Daniel met her halfway and their mouths ground together, sharing the flavour of Daniel's "birthday present".

"You'd better go wash your face. You can't answer the door like that."

And, as if on cue, the buzzer for the street level door announced the arrival of dinner. Sabine bounced to her feet and went to answer it, leaving Karen spread-eagled, her fingers gently teasing her own pubes as she idly toyed with her clit. Daniel reached for his camera. Girls masturbating always turned him on. He was still on his knees, taking pictures when the doorbell rang, startling Karen out of her private world. She hadn't even noticed Daniel on the floor. She made to get up but Daniel stopped her.

"Relax. Sabine'll get it." He put his camera aside and planted the lightest kiss on her labia before standing and offering his hand to help Karen to her feet. As soon as she was upright, she flowed up against him, kissing his lips in return. 

"Promise me you'll be gentle...after dinner..."

"I promise. Now let's eat. I'm famished!" He was delighted too, by Karen's apparent consent to his desires. How did Homer put it? Woohoo!! Homer Simpson, that is.

Chapter 20 – Eat, drink and be merry 

Sabine rejoins them with two pizza boxes balanced on one hand and the bottle she'd opened an hour ago, and somehow forgotten, in the other, three glasses carefully hooked by her fingertips. Daniel springs to his feet to unburden her.

"Let me take those, Leibchen." He liberates the pizzas, leaving her to dole out glasses and slightly warm white wine. "Ham and pineapple for you", he hands Karen the top box.

"Thank you." Karen sounds absurdly formal as she sits up straight and slips gracefully off the sofa into a crosslegged position on the floor beside the kneeling Sabine.

"You're welcome...and pepperoni with extra pepperoni for my nursemaid, valet, housekeeper, lover, muse and procuress." Daniel places the second pizza in front of Sabine then sits to make the third point on the triangle, within easy reach of both boxes. "Thank you Leibchen, for an amazing birthday present." His hand reaches only as far as her knee. Sabine's fingers find his and interlace them. His hands still have a special intimacy for her, having spent more than half their relationship bandaged up. She squeezes his fingers gently and holds eye contact.

"Ich Leibe dich." She whispers, managing to ignore Karen's presence for just a moment.

"I love you." Daniel whispers back. The whispering too is a personal touch: an echo of the first love letter Daniel wrote to her.

Karen keeps still and silent, well aware that this is a personal moment and not wanting to break the spell. Her two new best friends are so obviously so much in love that she starts to feel like a gooseberry. Oh, she's had her share of boyfriends and even thought she was in love before, but none of them ever looked at her the way Daniel looks at Sabine. Karen finally realizes that her presence as his present is not just about broadening their sexual horizons: it's also about absolute trust. That old cliché about ' If you love something, let it go...' Well, Sabine was letting Daniel go – into the arms, the body, of another woman and there was absolutely no doubt in Karen's mind that he would go right back to Sabine. Karen decides she's fine with that. She's too fond of both her lovers to want to weaken their relationship. 

"...Karen?"

"What? Oh. Sorry. I was miles away."

"I said are you going to eat all that yourself, Karen?" Daniel indicates the still closed box on the floor in front of her.

"Yah. She will." Interjects Sabine. "Und if you are a good boy, you will have the crusts when we have finished. So."

"Sabine!" Karen remonstrates. "He needs more than crusts to keep his strength up. Help yourself Daniel." She opens the box towards him.

"If you want me strong, perhaps I'd better not tire myself out lifting heavy slices of pizza." He hops up and flings himself on the sofa that both girls are using as a back rest, landing with a resounding whummph. Propping himself up on one elbow, he strikes a classical pose. "There! Now you two slave girls may feed Caesar." Then he touches his brow as if feeling for something that isn't there. "Where are my laurels?" He muses to himself. "Oh. Never mind. A morsel of that I think." He points at the ham and pineapple and winks at Karen.

The girls played along. For Karen it was a novelty but for Sabine it was familiar territory. She'd fed Daniel all his meals for two months when they first got together. Truth be told, she'd rather missed it and this birthday banquet was a fine excuse to pamper her man again. They ate. They drank. A second – chilled – bottle was dutifully emptied. Presently, the pizza boxes were removed and – surprise! – a chocolate gateau made an entrance, adorned with candles. Danielus Caesar manfully blew out the flames and graciously allowed his serving girls to feed him sweet, sticky chocolate frosting solemnly daubed onto perky nipples. He watched with imperious amusement as two naked girls and a chocolate cake became inextricably mingled and, since there was more chocolate than could reasonably be licked off, the three adjourned to the shower. The state of the rug was going to need some explaining at the drycleaners but so what?

Chapter 21 - Conversations and machinations

Large though Daniel's shower cubicle was, three was definitely a crowd. The girls compromised by washing Daniel quickly – it was either that or get elbowed into the corners – then banishing him while they soaped and shampooed each other. They took their sweet time about it too, Daniel had plenty of time to himself to download the evening's photographic endeavours and free up the camera for the main event. As he perused his earlier efforts, he heard the shower stop and the bolt on the bathroom door click into place. How long had it been since anyone had bothered to lock that door? Months, maybe years. What on earth were they – No - What on earth was Sabine plotting now? It had to be Sabine. Karen was far too innocent to be the ringleader. He chuckled to himself at the prospect. Ok, so Sabine would probably make him beg but, sometime before bedtime, she'd let him pluck Karen's one remaining cherry. The photos looked good too. Happy with his efforts, Daniel switched off the monitor and reached for his phone to call Chris. That'd pass the time while the girls did whatever it was they were doing.

"You are having a good time. Yah?" Sabine's soapy fingers slither through Karen's pubes, her other arm snaking around Karen's waist, drawing her close. 

"You have to ask?" Karen twists a fraction, letting the shower cascade over their breasts, carrying away the fine white foam of shower gel. "This is the most fun I've had since Manchester." Her own fingers were showing no trace of her former hesitancy, finding all sorts of interesting places to investigate.

"In Manchester you were very frightened, I think."

"Frightened? I was terrified. I wasn't even that nervous losing my virginity. It was fun too though. You two are – wild! D'you think Daniel is enjoying his birthday?"

"Yah. He enjoys you I think. But if you are not ready for this..." Sabine runs a meaningful finger between Karen's buttocks. "He will understand. Und he still has mein arsch."

Karen is being offered an out. The big question now is does she want an out? No. She's promised Daniel and she'll at least try to keep her promise. "I'm not sure I'd say I'm ready but there's only one way to find out. I wish Daniel was a bit smaller though...But not all the time." She giggles and Sabine's eyes twinkle back at her.

"He is sehr grosse – very big – but I think he will not hurt you. Relax und it will be easy."

"Very big." Karen smiles at the thought. "I'm gonna need a new vibrator. The one I named after him doesn't come close to measuring up."

"We will go shopping tomorrow und buy you one. Yah?"

"Sure. I suppose Soho is the place to be for that sort of thing. It'll be a souvenir of my night of passion with the two of you."

"It will not be only for one night I think." Sabine is pretty sure Daniel won't object to Karen staying over again.

"You mean it?" Karen looks wide eyed and solemn. "Anyone can tell you two are in love. I wouldn't want to muscle in on your relationship. Daniel doesn't love me. He just wants my body, which is fine, but-"

"Shhh." Sabine silences Karen's objections. "Yah. Daniel loves me und I love him. But he is not jealous if I have a freundin – a girlfriend. He says if I want to taste girls it is not something he can give me. Und I will not have eine freundin unless I can share her with Daniel. It is clear. Yah?"

"I- I think so. You want me to be your girlfriend."

"Yah. Und I will share you with my boyfriend."

"Don't Daniel and I get a say in it?" Karen raises a less-than-half-hearted objection.

"Nein. Daniel will do as he is told. If I say Fich mein arsch, he will fich mein arsch. If I say fich mein freundin, he will fich mein freundin."

"And me? Don't I get a choice?"

Sabine laughs as if the notion is absurd then draws Karen in for a passionate, full on, tongue twisting kiss. It seems to be answer enough.

"Ok. In for a penny..."

"In for?"

"Sorry. It's an English saying. In for a penny, in for a pound. It means, well I guess it means I've come this far so there's no point in stopping now."

"It is gut to have a girlfriend again." Sabine squeezes Karen tightly.

"I can't wait to see Daniel's face when he hears."

"Nein. We will not tell Daniel until tomorrow. He thinks you are just for his birthday."

"You're so mean to him."

"It is mean to let him have sex with another girl?"

"No. But you know what I mean. You tease and torment him at every opportunity."

"Yah. He enjoys it I think."

"Right now, he's probably not enjoying being all alone on his birthday. Shouldn't we get out of here?" The shower is running out of hot water anyway and they've long since finished the business of getting clean.

"Nein. Waiting is good for him." But Sabine does turn off the water and get out of the shower. 

While Karen is wrapping herself in an extra large towel, Sabine locks them in. At the sound of the bolt, Karen looks up. Sabine reaches for Daniel's shaving foam and a new razor.

"Oh." Karen realizes what these accoutrements signify. 

"Yah. Sit, und I will make you smooth for Daniel." Sabine indicates the lid of the toilet. Without a word, Karen perches on it, letting the towel fall away from her body as she spreads her thighs. Sabine kneels to her task.

"Dannyboy! What's occurring?" Chris is as exuberant as ever.

"Just thought I'd check up on you and Gail. Get anywhere?"

"No. Turns out she's a bit off a cold fish – Ow! Don't bite!" Two things become clear: Chris is not alone and not being entirely truthful.

"Put her on."

"Hi Danny. How's your birthday shaping up? Had a good time?" Gail sounds chirpy too. Chris is in for such a winding up tomorrow. Payback's a bitch!

"It's been fun so far. Is Chris behaving himself?"

"No."

"Good. You two deserve each other."

"Thanks. I think."

"It wasn't a compliment. Don't forget to autograph that picture of your tattoo."

"Already done. Is Sabine there?"

"She's doing girl stuff with Karen in the bathroom. Will it wait 'til tomorrow?"

"Sure. Her mate's still there then? I thought she was catching a train back to Luton."

"Milton Keynes, but she missed it so we have a house guest."

"So no naughtiness with Sabine tonight? Poor boy!" 

"Bitch. Don't gloat. I think I can survive a night without shagging Sabine." True, especially as he'd shagged Karen instead. No need to mention that though. 

"You'd never think so to see the two of you together."

"Christ, If you ever fall in love I'm gonna take the piss out of you so much..."

"Oooh! I'm shaking in my boots. Wait a sec! I'm not wearing boots."

"Be nice. I still paying your wages 'til midnight. Remember?"

"Yes Boss." Gail's voice drips sarcasm.

"And if I'm paying you so you can screw my best mate, what does that make you?" Daniel twists the knife.

"Fucking good value!" Gail wins. 

"Touché you brazen tart. Stick Chris back on will you?"

"Sure. Say hi to Sabine for me." And, with the sound of a fumbled handset, she was gone.

"You not getting any tonight Mate?" Naturally, Chris had heard about Karen stopping over.

"What d'you think?" Daniel resorts to a bit of reverse psychology. Even with his newfound self-confidence, Chris will assume Daniel's still too shy to shag with someone else in the flat.

"Yeah, well I'm gonna let you get back to playing the good host. See ya in the morning."

"Goodnight Mate. Enjoy yourselves."

"Count on it, Dannyboy. G'nite." 

Daniel hung up the phone, pleased that his favourite colleague and second favourite barmaid had hit it off. Now where were those girls?

Karen was smooth. The slick strokes of the razor had been quite sensual but the moisturizer Sabine's fingers were working into her now even more sensitive bits was really stirring things up. Everywhere the blade had been was now an erogenous zone and slippery fingers were making her blood boil in her belly.

"It feels good. Yah?" Sabine knows it feels good. She still clearly remembers that first night with Daniel, when she shaved her own fotze.

"God, yes. But I need the loo. Too much wine."

"Stand up." 

Sabine lifts the lid behind Karen's raised bottom and gestures for her to sit again. Karen, falling so easily into a submissive role, doesn't think twice. She sits to pee but Sabine puts her hand straight back between her legs.

"Sabine, I really do need to pee."

"So? Pee." 

Karen is too desperate to debate the issue. Hand or no hand, she cuts loose. Sabine continues to work the lotion into the newly sensitised pubeless flesh, concentrating deliberately on the tops of Karen's labia and contriving to brush her clit almost constantly. Unable to take it any longer, Karen tries, without much success, to stifle a wail of ecstasy as her orgasm washes through her body. The tinkling flow of urine is momentarily interrupted, spurting sporadically as muscles spasm and contract.

As she comes back down, sagging visibly in the aftermath of a satisfying climax, through heavy breaths, Karen murmurs "Oh my..."

"Das ist sehr gut. Yah?"

"Yeah. Oh yeah!" then, as Karen's senses return to the real world, "God, I'm such a slut."

"Slut? This is English for a woman who has sex with the light on. Yah?" Sabine knows full well what slut means but isn't going to admit it right now.

Daniel heard Karen coming, even from the living room. Being locked out of the girl talk was fine but being locked out of the girl-on-girl action was definitely unfair. He headed for the bathroom, rattling the handle to confirm that the door actually was locked. He was just about to knock on it when there was a click, as of a bolt being withdrawn, and the door opened. Karen looked more than a little flushed but he didn't ponder overlong on that. He was much more interested in matters at hip height. 

"Hmm." He hummed.

"You like it?" 

"Love it, but you could have let me watch."

"I needed to pee too." Karen's explanation was punctuated by the belated flush of the toilet as Sabine disposed of her share of the wine too.

"Like I said, you could have let me watch."

"Ugh."

"Yah." Sabine added "Daniel likes to watch girls make water."

"We both do." He amended. "Have you two finished in here now?"

"Yah."

"And I have a promise to keep. Don't I?" Karen stepped close enough to feel Daniel's erection brush her belly. He didn't need any further encouragement to pick her up bodily and carry her to the bedroom where he dropped her unceremoniously on the duvet precipitating a girlish squeal. 

Chapter 22 – Keeping promises and breaking ...

Sabine was close behind them. She paused by Daniel for a swift but most definitely unchaste kiss before flopping down on the bed beside Karen. She kissed her in just the same manner then a solemn expression clouded her face.

"You are sure of this. Yah?"

"No. But it's now or maybe never. I want to try everything with you two. No barriers." Karen pauses, sounding nervous: really nervous. Daniel wonders if this must have been what it was like for whoever got her proper cherry. "I guess... yes... I really want this."

"Want what?" Daniel asks. Both girl's look to him at the foot of the bed, standing proud and casually stroking yet another world class stiffy. "Tell me what you want Karen."

"I w- I want you..." She blushes as she tries to say it.

"Say the words, Liebchen" Sabine coos in Karen's ear as her fingers curl around one pert breast.

Karen takes a deep breath, doing wonderful things for her bosom. "I want you to fuck my bum!" She practically shouts.

"I thought you'd never ask." Daniel smirks. "Show me."

Karen makes to turn over onto her hands and knees but Sabine stops her. "Nein. Not that way. Legs up und apart. So." So saying, Sabine gently draws Karen's knees up until they're either side of her breasts.




TLC



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…"




TLC



"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.