A DIRTY DOG DOES GERMANY CH. 01

The adventures of your Dirty Dog in Germany started off rather slow. I had to leave Mandi in the states and head for parts unknown, arriving in Frankfurt to be sent to the replacement detachment. Long lines, lots of paperwork, I get handed off to an idiot who, in turn, sends me to a Volkswagen passenger van that heads for Stuttgart, Germany.

Long trip, boring ride down the autobahn, jet lag slowly creeps in. I go all the way to Stuttgart just to turn around and catch another van back to Heilbronn, Germany. Finally get into my kaserne where I will spend my next three years. Damn I am tired!

I rode my motorcycle to Charleston, South Carolina and then had to catch a bus to the airport. It was a long, tedious ride and I hit the plane almost exhausted. I don't know about you but just when my head hit the back of the airplane seat my brain suddenly decided to go into overtime. So I got little sleep and arrived in Germany with a great case of fatigue and it was only 0500 in the morning.

I am in Heilbronn, Germany with little recognition of how I got there, and heaven knows I have been without sleep for about 36 hours. Someone from my new unit finally picks me up and takes me to my battalion headquarters. I sign in, and get a ride to my barracks where someone else shoves me into a temporary room for the night. I rip my uniform off and pass out without making the bunk up with sheets and blankets. I pull one blanket over me and immediately fall into a deep sleep.

This was my start in Germany. I still wasn't sure why I had ever decided that this was a good thing. But I finally got a chance to call Mandi for about 3 minutes and let her know I was safe and okay. She cried a bit, and told me she missed me already. I pooh-poohed her ramblings and told her I would talk to her again soon.

I did a bunch of in-processing, met my new boss, got my permanent (or so they alleged) room, and set about the difficult task of getting over jet lag. I went to the club on my kaserne that evening and with the assistance of a huge steak and a couple of good German beers, headed on a course of recovery. The steak was mediocre, the beer was excellent.

Over the course of the next month, I applied for housing for Mandi and me, and spent some time getting to know my surroundings. I attended a German language basic training, designed to teach you enough of the language to survive and maybe get into a little trouble. I took to German well, and actually looked forward to meeting the local folks and speak a new language.

Right off the bat, the first trip I took into Heilbronn was a wonder of new things. But something that wasn't new was the sight of so many really fine looking women. As I walked around a downtown shopping area, there were women out in the heat with little shorts, little skirts, hardly a bra to be seen. My first thought was that this could be very interesting. How little I knew then.

I did two things right from the start -- I applied for housing, and found out about a loan business that was rampant around this kaserne. The loan business piqued my interest immediately. It seems that there was a high demand for "pay day" loans, where soldiers would run out of money before pay day, and would borrow money from anyone who would loan it to them. Most often this meant paying an exorbitant rate of interest.

A good example was 10 for 20, where one would borrow $10.00 maybe 2 weeks before pay day and have to remit $20.00 to repay the loan on pay day. No one, though, had gotten into this loan situation as a true business. I filled the gap quite willingly.

Within two weeks of hitting ground in Germany, I found myself getting heavily in the loan business. Okay, I began loan sharking. Since I was being (at the time) quite the faithful spouse, I had to have some creative outlets. Becoming a loan shark kept me busy. It also made sending money back to the states to Mandi so much easier.

I cut the payback rates that most people charged so I could draw more customers, putting the casual lenders out of business. This wasn't that big a problem to the casual lenders. No one else had the assets to do a volume business anyway. When I began getting customers from other units in and out of my battalion, I soon had my hands full in my loan sideline. It wasn't long before I was making triple my money as a loan shark.

Since housing in the area was so tight, it took almost 4 months before I came up on the list for consideration to get a rental place out in the German community. By the time I got a shot at an apartment, it was almost 5 months. By then I almost had a monopoly on payday lending. I had ample cash.

I was offered a German apartment, a small, one bedroom place on the second floor of an old house in a village about 12 km from my kaserne. It was a quaint little place, with a history. It had suffered a direct hit from an American bomb during WWII that had not exploded. It merely knocked a hole in the roof and all three floors before coming to rest in the basement.

Still, I was desperate, and so was Mandi. The landlord was a nice, younger German man named Gerhardt, and his wife was Doris. They had a son who was four years old and they lived in a small village nearby. Gerhardt's mother lived in the small apartment at the top of the house. Gerhardt had sub-divided the place into 5 apartments.

After agreeing to a short term lease, we signed the papers with at the housing agency, and I started the papers necessary to move Mandi to our new digs in Germany. I also kept my room in the barracks so I could use both to my advantage. I couldn't let my loan sharking business fall to the wayside.

I arranged for some loaner furniture from the military to be delivered so we would have a rudimentary home when Mandi finally got approval to come to Germany with me. It took about 3 days before it was delivered, and I arranged to have Gerhardt there when it arrived so if the movers damaged anything he would be right there to work it out with the moving company without my being in the middle.

The day the furniture arrived, instead of Gerhardt being present, he had to work. He sent Doris as his proxy. Doris, as opposed to Gerhardt, actually spoke some English. And when she arrived, she was accompanied by another female.

Doris introduced me to her neighbor, Sigrid. She was a single, divorced mother of a 7-year old girl. She also spoke pretty good English. We sat around on an empty floor waiting for the furniture truck to arrive, and since I had brought some German beers, we all slowly sipped a beer and got acquainted.

The furniture movers apparently had no concept of time, because after two hours, they were still a no-show. Doris began to get irritated, and finally left to go upstairs to Gerhardt's mother's apartment to call them. While she was gone, Sigrid and I had the opportunity to carry on a private conversation. This turned out to be interesting.

Sigrid talked to me about some casual things like how I liked Germany so far, would I be buying a car soon, how long did I think I would stay in this apartment (it was rather small), and general stuff like that. But she looked at me in an off-handed sort of way and asked me if she could sit with me.

Now I had already found that Germans have a custom of sitting with even total strangers if a seat is free, but one must politely ask if the seat is free. I nodded my okay to her and she got up, grabbed another beer, and casually sat now next to me on the bare floor.

I guess I should describe her at this point. Sigrid was slender, blond, maybe in English measurements about 5'7" tall. She couldn't have weighed more than 110 pounds. She had maybe B-cup sized breasts hidden under a loose shirt and a bra that kept her breasts under tight wrap. For someone so slender, her bra appeared sorely tight and restrictive.

She had a nice face, not especially pretty, but not ugly or repulsive. One could say almost plain, yet she was not hard to look at. Her bottom was full, though, in spite of her slender physique.

Doris came back shortly after, and immediately began ranting to Sigrid in German, pausing only long enough to tell me in broken English that the furniture movers would be another hour. She said something else to Sigrid, and disappeared out the door, and I heard her going down the stairs to the ground floor.

Sigrid explained to me that Doris was going downstairs to see the folks who lived directly under us. They were from Croatia and lived there on a special guest worker visa. The German government paid their rent. She didn't' know quite enough English to explain completely but I got the gist of the fact that these Croatians were there under some government program and more or less got a free ride.

I heard Doris come back up the stairs and she burst into the apartment with a bottle of a clear liquid with a label containing some strange language. It turned out to be a native Balkan drink called Slivovitz. While I had never heard of it, Sigrid began fussing at Doris about it. As they fussed, Doris handed me three shot glasses. "Vie haf Slivovitz for drink," she exclaimed.

I was cool with a drink of something potent, until I finally got a good sniff. My poor nose got assaulted by the vile smelling liquid similar to K-1 kerosene. It was nose hair removing nasty! I had no idea how to act when Doris loaded three shot glasses of the ungodly liquor. After a little tradition, Doris said "Prosit!" and we all took a drink.

I almost lost my breath! This stuff was painful, gag-worthy, breath taking, paint thinning nasty. I struggled to breathe and struggled even more not to explode. It burned while at the same time made me nauseated. I burned from my throat to my stomach. I had to struggle to catch my breath.

Doris was seemingly okay with this stuff, but Sigrid had the same symptoms I had. She was also crying involuntarily. I felt sorry for her and patted her on the back. She wheezed and gasped for a minute, finally settling down into a not so mild spasm of disgust. Doris decided that this was too much for us, after a fit of the giggles, and disappeared again only to reappear with a couple of beers. I found this much better, as did Sigrid.

Doris drank a couple of more shots, wincing with each, and sat down in the floor with us. She began telling a story about Sigrid that had her blushing and me getting curious. Apparently Sigrid was into bondage, and was very passive. Also, her ex-husband had not had the least interest in sex, and this drove Sigrid to a local club where she could be a partner to other couples who would help her indulge in her submissive side and she could enjoy sex.

I took a long look at Sigrid as she blushed and turned away, a gesture I immediately saw as being part of her submissive nature. Before Doris could spill anymore secrets, Sigrid got up to go to the bathroom. As soon as she left, Doris jumped up and decided to telephone the movers again and flew out the door. I got up and wandered around the small apartment, checking out the view from each of the windows.

Sigrid returned from the bathroom and walked over to the window to see what I was looking at. As she looked out the window, I had a sudden urge to see how submissive she was. I took her hands and before she could react, quickly pinned them behind her back and pushed her up against the window. She gasped and tried to turn away, but I held her tightly against the glass. I pushed my crotch into the swell of her butt and slowly stroked up and down, while leaning in and kissing her on the neck.

"You need a Master, don't you?" I asked her quietly.

Sigrid tried once again to push or pull away, although her small effort seemed more for my benefit. I pressed harder into her body, and felt my cock beginning to rise. As I got harder, I began to apply more pressure to my crotch against her ass. She let out an almost inaudible whimper, but leaned her head back toward me. I gently nipped on her neck, and pulled one of her hands down between us and rubbed it on my now swelling cock. She closed her eyes, and helped me rub my cock. Finally she whispered, "Grosser." I thought maybe she was repulsed, but then realized that she had said my cock was large.

I turned her hand and pressed it into my cock, and she began to grip it through my uniform pants. Keeping the other arm tightly pressed into her back, I used my free hand to go up under her shirt, and quickly pushed the bottom of her bra up and over her breast. As soon as it was clear, I grabbed a quickly hardening nipple between my fingers and squeezed her breast roughly. This got an immediate gasp, then a sigh. Her hand kept rubbing and squeezing my cock.

I moved her bra clear of the other breast and gave it the same treatment while I nipped and chewed at her neck. I told her to stop moving at all and be very still. When she complied, I leaned into her ear to talk.

"You must meet me tomorrow. I will strip your clothes from you and tie you over a chair. I may spank you, but I will also make you beg to take my cock in every hole. You must be ready for this when I come to your house. I am a harsh and unforgiving Master."

She groaned and pushed back even harder against me, moving her hand and rubbing her ass up and down my cock.

"What time?" she asked.

"Thirteen," I replied.

"Yes," was her only response.

I heard Doris coming back from the mother-in-law apartment so I released Sigrid and went for my beer; she adjusted her bra and got her beer just as Doris came in.

"Zehn minuten," she blurted out.

That was good for me. In ten minutes the furniture would arrive. I finished the beer and settled back to wait. Doris rambled through a spate of German to Sigrid, and they had an animated conversation which my beginning German was unable to follow. But this was soon interrupted by the sound of a truck pulling into the courtyard outside the house.

The furniture guys quickly went about their work with Doris playing slave master. They got everything set up to Doris' satisfaction (never mind that I would have to move some things around). Doris asked if I would follow them to her house for a beer and maybe have dinner. I agreed and followed them in my borrowed car.

When we got there, Doris headed straight into her house while I lingered to look at the small, neatly trimmed lawn and Sigrid accompanied me around back. They, Doris and Gerhardt, had a typically and beautifully landscaped and outfitted back yard, very private with the use of both fencing and tall shrubs. It was very cozy. Sigrid hadn't really spoken to me until we were going back around the other side of the house. She stopped and pointed at a similar house across the street.

"My house," she said. "When you come, I will open the garage for your car."

I found this interesting that she would want to hide my car.

"You will wear your uniform?" she asked.

"Of course," I replied, knowing that she was probably having fantasies of continued domination by a real soldier.

We entered the house, where Doris set out beers and we sat and chatted, with Sigrid providing translation for Doris if there were any problems with the language. I learned some German as well. Doris left the room to answer the phone and when she returned told us that Gerhardt would not be home until late, and we could have dinner some other time.

I took this as my call to exit, so after finishing my beer, I rose, offered my thanks for their help, and proceeded to the door. As I exited, Sigrid said something to Doris in German, and slipped out behind me. As I walked to my car, she waved and said, "Tomorrow."

I thought about this rather plain looking German woman that evening, and decided to walk downtown to a sex shop I had seen while exploring. I stopped at my bank and picked up some local cash, and headed to the shop. I purchased some hand and ankle cuffs with different sizes of belts to link them together. I also purchased a simple ball gag with a wide elastic strip to go around the back of the head. I figured Sigrid would have some items of her own so I left it at that.

I arrived promptly at 1300, and the garage door went up as I pulled into the drive. I drove straight into the garage and saw Sigrid in my mirror pulling it closed before I could stop the engine. In the dim light, I could see that she was wearing a simple floor length dress that looked almost like a large t-shirt. It had a split in the front with 4 buttons, which she had left open. She was braless with rock hard nipples poking at the thin fabric.

I pulled my package of restraints from the car, and moved to the hood of the car. Without saying a word, I pulled the wrist and ankle cuffs from the bag. Sigrid was soundless, but looked at them with wide eyes. I pushed her against the car and quickly bent down and emplaced the ankle cuffs. Then I roughly pulled her arms behind her and put the wrist cuffs on her, pulling them together with one of the shortest straps. When I pulled out the ball gag, she shook her head no.

"Not yet," she said with a pleading look in her eyes.

I wasn't sure what was up so I put the gag in my pocket. I pushed her face down over the hood of the car, reached down under her dress and slowly ran a hand up her legs to her ass. She gasped and squirmed as my hand touched her bare ass. I squeezed one ass cheek roughly, making her gasp again. Then I quickly slid a finger down her crack, feeling a smooth little rear hole before getting to a slit that was already beginning to seep moisture.

She whimpered when my fingers pushed between her pussy lips, but I didn't penetrate her vagina. I pushed farther and brushed her clit, causing her to stiffen and make a groaning noise.

"Enough," I said quickly. "Let's go inside."

Sigrid led the way inside, with me getting the door since her hands were bound behind her and her ankles closely shackled. We entered what I discovered was a lovely home, immaculately outfitted and extremely tasteful. The girl had style! I grabbed a handful of hair and led her through the house to the living room. There was a straight wooden chair sitting in the middle of the floor.

"Is that for me?" I queried.

"Ja," she replied meekly.

I walked her to the chair, intending to strap her to it when she suddenly spoke up.

"We must have a safe word or sign."

I understood what she meant, and asked her to tell me or demonstrate what she would do.

"If I am gagged, I will nod my head twice up and down, twice side to side, and twice more up and down. If I am not gagged, I will say 'Stop America'."

"Nods if gagged, stop America if not. Got it. You continue to be a good slave for me."

She looked down submissively and nodded, and I proceeded to bind her ankles to the chair legs. I then leaned her over the chair back, which had a convenient pad on it for comfort, and bound her wrists to the legs just below the seat. She fit this so well I assumed she had it made just for her size.

I grabbed the thin dress and pulled it up and over her back and head, sliding it off her arms until it rested in the chair seat. I took my ball gag out and slipped it into her mouth. Without so much as a word, I knelt behind her and began to lick along her butt crack. She moaned immediately and squirmed her ass around. As I licked along the slit of her pussy, I reached between the rungs of the chair back and grabbed both nipples, pinching them and pulling them out away from her breasts.

She moaned some more, and I went straight to her little smooth, lightly haired, delicately puckered anus. Letting go of her breasts, I spread her ass cheeks wide, pulling them apart so hard I made finger prints in the muscles. She writhed on the chair back as I plunged my tongue deep into her back hole. She tried to cry out but was muffled by the gag. I kept this up for a few minutes before suddenly plunging three fingers into her pussy while moving a thumb to her clit and massaging it roughly.

That did the trick as she launched into a screaming orgasm, trying her best to get vocal while a ball gag blocked her. I felt the spasms in her pussy and she drenched my hand with juice. I let her ride through some smaller waves until finally stopping and standing. I moved to the front of the chair where she had her head hanging down, panting harshly. I removed the ball gag, but before she could make a noise and catch a breath, I pulled my raging hard cock from my pants and quickly slid it into her mouth.

Grabbing her hair, I pulled her head up and down on my cock. She gamely took about ¾ of my cock, slobbering and dribbling spit on it. I changed the speed to a slow pull up and down, making her mouth devour my cock to my rhythm. Then, just as suddenly, I slipped the gag back in her mouth.

I moved back around her and without a moment's hesitation, rammed my stiff cock balls deep in her pussy. Since she was already wet, it was easy. I slammed into her hips hard, fucking her with a punishing speed and thrust. She was writhing violently around on the chair back and continued to shriek through the gag. I felt her begin to work though another orgasm as I continued the merciless pounding of her pussy. When she finally settled down a bit, I quickly withdrew from her pussy.

Sigrid cried around the gag, looking around with pleading eyes. I removed the ball gag and in a split second replaced it with my cock. She sucked greedily for a short time when I pulled my cock out.

I grasped her hair and roughly pulled her head up to look at me.

"Do you want me in all your holes?" I asked her as I again pushed my cock into her mouth.

After I withdrew my cock, she gasped, "No! Bitte nicht steckte es in mich zurück gibt."

I shoved my cock back in deeply enough to make her gag and said, "Only in English! Do you want my cock in all your holes?"

Another stroke or two in her mouth and she cried, "No. Ich kann es nicht!"

I slapped her face just hard enough to sting a bit, and said roughly, "English only!"

I pushed my cock back in and pulled her up and down it by her hair. I began to spank her ass cheeks with my free hand, making sharp, cracking noises when my hand hit her ass.

After a dozen or so smacks, I pulled my cock free and said, "Do you want my cock in all your holes?"

She slurped my cock some more and when I pulled free, cried, "No, I cannot."

I forced my cock deep into her throat, watching her gag, and began slapping her ass again, harder and faster. Her delicately white ass cheeks were violently red, and she was squirming around as I noticed that pussy juice was making a puddle in the floor from the rivulets running down her legs. I gave her about 2 dozen hard swats and pulled my cock out again.

Still holding her hair, I leaned up to her face and quietly but cruelly told her, "Beg me to fuck your ass."

She looked at me with bulging eyes, and blurted out, "Mein Gott. Put in my ass."

I shoved my cock back in her mouth for a second and pulled it clear.

"I don't think I heard you!"

She gasped and with tears in her eyes, almost screamed, "Bitte, in my arschloch."

I quickly slipped my cock back in her mouth, never letting go of her hair, and gave her about a dozen more smacks on her ass. As I kept pulling her up and down on my cock, I told her, "You must beg me to fuck your ass!"

The puddle of juice had increased quite a bit now, and her ass cheeks were glowing a nasty red. I pushed my cock deep into her throat, feeling her gag and quickly removed it.

"Do you have anything to say to me?"

Sigrid kept her head down and quietly said, "Please Im meine ass geficken."

I slapped her ass once more as she shrieked and blurted, "I want it in my ass, all please...fuck my ass."

I replaced the ball gag and aimed my cock for her asshole, only to slip into her pussy. She groaned deeply but then began to squirm again as I dipped my fingers into her juices and began to lubricate her little pucker. She groaned when I added two fingers deeply. After some more pussy juice and fingers, I pushed the head of my cock against her little anal opening.

It gave way slowly and steadily until the head popped in to the sound of her shrieking against the gag. I pushed in a couple of more inches and smacked her ass for good measure. More shrieking. I kept easing in an inch or so at a time until I had half of my cock buried in her ass. I began to stroke slowly, never more than half my cock going in, never pulling all the way out.

I began a steady rhythm and watched as she began making screaming noises into the gag while trying to move her ass around. Pussy juice was flowing copiously down her legs now, and I kept a tight grip on her ass cheeks. In a few more seconds, I felt her working into an orgasm, and just as it hit, I pushed all the way into her ass in one deep stroke.

Her back arched up and she really bit into the gag with a scream, shaking her head from side to side. I watched carefully for the safe sign, but she was simply rolling her head around and couldn't stop screaming into the gag. This finally got me to the edge and I slapped her ass a couple of more times and roared into my own orgasm, spurting deeply into her hot rectum. She squirmed some more and I felt the last spasms of another small orgasm.

As my cock began to deflate, I kept my groin pressed firmly against her ass, not wanting to slip out until I was ready. Once my cock was softened enough, I slipped out and knelt behind her, again roughly pulling her ass cheeks apart. I softly blew into her gaping hole, and she moaned and squirmed some more. I did this a couple of times, and finally reached over and slipped the ball gag from her mouth. She gasped a few times and then let her head hang down loosely.

I undid the ankle restraints, then unclipped her wrists and pulled the dress off her arms, dropping it in the floor. She finally stood upright, grabbed her lower back, stretched, and slipped onto a large couch, breathing heavily.

I went to the bathroom to clean my cock. When I returned she was still on the couch, but her breathing had pretty much returned to normal. I reached down and grasped the back of her neck, slowly pulling her to her feet, and then kissed her, a long, tongue lashing, pressing kiss. She didn't resist, but melted into me, rubbing her nipples into the fabric of my uniform. She whimpered like a small puppy.

After I pulled away, she looked at me for a second as if to talk, but I pressed a finger to her lips and said, "A beer please."

She padded away and returned with a beer and a glass, poured it, and offered me the glass. While I held my beer in one hand, I took the bottle and slowly dragged it between her pussy lips, flicking her clit with the top. She leaned her head into my chest and spread her legs further open for me. I began to alternate pushing the bottle into her pussy and flicking her clit. She stiffened suddenly, and then pressed her face harder into my chest as she slid effortlessly into a small orgasm.

I sat the bottle down, and grabbed her hair again, pulling her face to me for another kiss. She eagerly accepted my tongue, once again whimpering almost inaudibly. I finally pushed her away and back down on the couch. She turned her eyes away from me. I asked her, "Was that good for a first start?"

She looked at me meekly, but then smiled and quietly replied, "You must do this some more."

"I will," I told her. "You haven't seen anything yet!"

That started a series of meeting with Sigrid both at her house and a couple of times at my apartment. The culmination of our relation was when I also took her up to the top of a steep, high hill that overlooked Heilbronn. The hillside was covered in grape vineyards, and at the top was a memorial of some sort that had a large Christian style cross made of a heavy wood.

I had purchased a full head covering that had removable covers for the eyes, nose, and mouth, made of PVC. It was shiny black. Sigrid wasn't really sure about it but had come to trust that I wouldn't do any (permanent) harm to her. The hood had a zippered side that allowed the lower part to fit tightly around the neck without being too restrictive.

When I went to Sigrid's house, I took the hood and without letting her say anything, grabbed her hair and pulled it into a bundle and bound it up with some hair ties. I slipped the hood over her head, zipped it up tight and left the nose covering off. I quickly stripped her out of her clothes except for some black high heels. I left her arms and legs free of restraints. I also took a small butterfly style vibrator that strapped in place and had a remote control to adjust the level of vibration. Just before I put her in the front seat of my car, I put the butterfly in place and strapped it tightly against her clit, keeping the remote handy. I had strategically placed a large, folded towel in the seat to catch the pussy juice.

Without telling her where we were going, I drove toward the vineyards. After a few minutes, I turned the butterfly on low vibrate and got an immediate moan. When she tried to move her arms, I roughly grabbed them and made her put them under her hips. I occasionally reached over and mauled a breast, sharply pinching a nipple in the process. This got more moans.

It was just getting dark when we left her house, so I doubt anyone could have really seen her in my car. We stayed on back roads anyway, but as we drove through a couple of small villages, there were people out on the sidewalk. Just for fun, when I stopped at a red light, even though there was no one around, I told Sigrid that there were several men and woman looking in the car at her. She tried to talk, and squirmed around uncomfortably, as I laughed at her.

We got to the hilltop just as full darkness settled in, and I took her from the car and over to the cross. I quickly bound her face first to the cross with adjustable cargo straps, tying her arms and legs tightly. The base where her feet were was slightly shorter than she was, making her arch her ass back from the wood. I took a moment to observe my handiwork and sipped a beer, leaving her to anticipate what I would do.

After slipping out of my clothes, I leaned back against the hood of the car and played with the vibrator remote, turning it off and on and watched her writhe when it came up to speed. After finishing my beer, I turned the vibrator on full for a few seconds. Sigrid began to pull and shift against the restraints and move her ass around. I moved close and watched her carefully until I was sure she was about to reach an orgasm, and slowly turned the vibrator down and finally completely off. She was positively running juice and moaned into her hood, wanting to orgasm.

I took out some sex lube and slowly began greasing her little anus with it. As I began to penetrate her ass with one finger, I turned the vibrator back on low. She arched her ass back toward my hand and began to rock around on my finger. Adding a little more lube, I inserted a second finger and probed deep into her rectum. She was moaning loudly in the hood and pushing back against my hand, trying to get deeper penetration in her ass.

I suddenly pulled my fingers out and turned the vibrator back to full, and watched her explode with a crushing orgasm. She tried to scream in the hood but was restricted. Juice gushed from her pussy, and I left the vibrator on full until she began to press up against the wooden cross, trying to push the vibrator away from her clit.

I turned the vibrator off and unhooked the straps, pulling it clear of her. I quickly unzipped the hood and pulled it free. I took the hair ties out and let her hair swing free as she quietly moaned and tried to arch her ass against me. After untying her arms and legs, I took her hand and led her to the front of my car, lifting her and laying her back on the still warm hood, leaving her ass at the edge.

I pushed her legs back toward her chest and dived into her pussy. She gasped and began speaking quietly in German, while at the same time she reached down and pressed my head into her crotch. This was the first time I had ever actually eaten her out from a traditional position, and I wanted her to get a real orgasm from my tongue action. I worked her clit with all the expertise of oral mastery I had learned over the years, and was rewarded with a mouth full of pussy juice as she blasted through a crushing, breath taking orgasm.

As she settled down and worked to get her breathing back to normal, I went in the car and got a vibrating anal plug. Instead of putting in her anus, though, I slipped it into her sopping wet pussy. I told her to squeeze hard on the plug and not let it slip out. I pulled her off the car and turned her around, roughly pushing her face down over the hood. I pulled her hands behind her and told her to grip her ass cheeks and spread them wide apart.

I reveled at this sight, which stiffened my cock to maximum. The high heels were the perfect height to put her glistening asshole in the best position for my cock, and she was arched back in anticipation of anal penetration. I set the vibration level to max, and after applying a bit more lubricant to my cock, slowly pushed into her tight anus. She groaned and wiggled her ass around, needing me deeper. I responded by pulling back a bit and then held still. She began to whimper and rock her ass around. I moved with her movement so she was getting no penetration or stroke.

I waited until she built a level of frustration and finally she spoke. "Please fuck my ass."

I was silent, matching her movements without further penetration.

"Please put it all the way in. I want you to fuck my ass."

I kept my silence.

She moved some more, matched by my movement, and she finally said, "Please spank me."

With that, I gave her left ass cheek and resounding smack. The crack was especially loud out in nature. She gasped and cried out, and I responded by smacking the other cheek. I took her hands away from spreading her ass open for me, and held them against her back with one hand while I began swatting her ass with the other. I slapped up and down, making the cheeks jiggle. She cried in pain and I continued to match her movement so she got no more penetration into her hot little anus.

Just then, I felt her heading toward an orgasm, I stopped the spanking, and once again placed her hands back to her butt, making her spread her ass wide open for me. She was just on the verge of reaching another orgasm when I plunged my cock balls deep into her throbbing rectum. She yowled loudly, almost coming off the ground, and I pressed her upper back down on top the hood of the car and began to long stroke deep into her rectum.

She launched into spasm after spasm through her orgasm, which made her grip my cock like a strong hand. I looked out at the view across the city as I felt by balls tighten, and then watched my cock piston in and out of her willing little hole. I finally felt my peak coming, and when she dropped her ass slightly, it made me feel the vibration of the plug in her pussy become much stronger.

That did it for me. I blasted a shot deep into her guts, followed by another strong blast. She felt this and slammed back toward me with a violent push. After another weaker spasm, I began to settle down. Sigrid was whimpering and pressing back fully against me. I slowly pulled my cock from her ass, leaving behind a gaping hole, which soon began to drip cum. I quickly pulled the plug from her pussy and shut it off. I pushed down on her back and left her there, watching the cum leak from her still distended asshole and run down her legs. She was still panting heavily.

I moved up beside her and grabbed a handful of hair, pulled her up and kissed her hard. She responded quickly, and I pulled her away, pushing her over toward my crotch. I took my semi-hard cock and pushed it toward her face, pulling harder on her hair. She tried to pull away, but I grabbed her lower jaw, and moving my fingers along the rear of other jaw line, forced her mouth open. I slid my cock into her mouth.

She tried to pull away one last time and I swatted her ass hard, and pushed her head down. She began slobbering and sucking on my cock until it returned to full hardness. I pushed on her head to make her gag when it hit the back of the throat. I grabbed both ears and began slam fucking that face. She gripped my hips and did her best.

I moved around a bit, pulling her with me until I could press her ass up against the grill of my car. I continued assaulting her mouth, occasionally slapping her face with a light slap. I finally forced her to her knees and with another slam or two into her throat, felt another orgasm approaching.

"Suck it hard," I whispered vehemently. "Suck my nasty cock like the slut you are."

This created the desired effect of her working harder toward getting me to cum again. I let go of her head, and after one more light slap on face, felt another orgasm building in me.

"I'm going to cum down your throat now. Suck harder." I commanded her.

She reached under and played with my balls while simultaneously bouncing even faster on my cock until I finally let go with another shot of cum. Fortunately for her, having just unleashed a flood in her ass, I didn't have but a small amount. Nonetheless, it still dribbled around the sides of her mouth. I pushed her away, and she leaned back against the car, gasping for breath.

Just then, I realized I had to piss. I grabbed Sigrid by the hair again, and forced her to stay down at crotch level. I pressed my body to her face, leaving my cock just below her chin. With a final relaxation of muscle, I began to piss down her chest, soaking her breasts. She tied to pull away, so I let her lean back a bit and aimed for her pussy. As the hot liquid streamed down, she opened her legs almost involuntarily and let the stream hit her pussy.

I soaked her with piss until I was drained, while aiming a steady stream onto her pussy. When I finished, I grabbed her hair again and roughly shoved my cock back in her mouth. She sucked greedily until I pulled her away. I leaned her over the car once again and told her to stay there.

I retrieved a couple of towels from the trunk, and brought them to the front of the car where Sigrid was waiting. I pulled her upright, handed her a towel and told her to clean herself up. She wiped her face, and then proceeded to towel her body off. When she finished I leaned her over the hood one last time and spread her ass cheeks open, inspecting to see if she was still leaking cum.

She seemed to be okay but I folded a fresh towel and replaced the one in the passenger seat just in case. I retrieved the butterfly, and slipped it back in place, then led her to the passenger side of the car. I put her in the seat, turned on the vibrator, and left her sitting there while I casually dressed, then climbed into the driver's side. I drove back to her house that way, turning the vibrations up and down on a whim, and she gradually warmed up and before we got to her house had another orgasm.

After entering the garage and shutting the door, I led her into the house. I led her to the dining room table and helped her climb onto the table top on her hands and knees. She wasn't sure what I had in mind, but remained quiet. I had casually slipped the butt plug into my pocket, and after pressing her face down to the table, moved behind her and slipped it into her anus.

After turning the vibrator up, I returned and once again zipped her head up into the hood. I turned both the anal and butterfly vibrators on full, and commanded her to hold her ass wide open for me

I stepped back and observed my handiwork, and after making sure both vibrators were humming away, quietly slipped out the door and left.

Prologue: Sigrid met someone not long afterward and eventually re-married. Just before Mandi arrived from the states she called me and begged me to take her back to "The Cross" for another session. I carefully turned down the offer, and never saw her again.