Simone Part 23 – Berlin Summer, Part 1

“I need to piss.” I stated flatly, and let a gentle stream of urine go into Simone’s waiting mouth. She swallowed dutifully.

I was so tired. I guess all the fucking had taken its toll and I needed to catch up on some sleep. However, whilst I felt at ease sleeping next to Lena, Simone presented a problem. She could try to slip out and run to call the police from her own flat or even flee the building. Of course, I could tie her up again, as I had done the last time I had raped her. However, what I really wanted was to trust her not to rebel. Not to try to escape. The trick was getting her to that stage of submission quickly, as I had done with Lena.

“I need to get some shut-eye.” I stated as I pulled my limp cock out of Simone’s mouth. “Do I need to tie you up again fuck-toy Simone?”

“No, master.” She replied smiling up at me, and rolling off Lena’s body. Both girls sat up, shuffling backwards to the headboard, and looked at me. Simone continued to speak.

“I told you, master, I am not going to go to the police or ever tell anyone about you.” Simone added, and though I wanted to believe her, my mind still questioned if she was telling me the truth, or just what I wanted to hear. Was she truly trained, and now completely mine?

With Lena, it was different. I had helped her, solved her biggest issue with her father. Then I had also punished both her father and Ursula, though I still had unfinished business with the rest of her family. Lena was loyal. She was grateful. She was mine. I knew I could trust her to lay with my cock in her mouth the entire night as I slept. Simone was a different story, and the thought of letting her sleep untied was worrying me. It was Lena, however, who came to the rescue.

“She can’t run away or go to the police, master.” She stated simply. “I am your witness. I would say we were all lovers but she just got jealous of me and was making shit up. No one would believe her.”

“I’m not going to try to escape or go to the police.” Simone now said harshly, actually turning to face Lena with an angry expression. “And you, young lady, do not need to be a witness to anything. All you need to do fuck-toy is what you are told to do when you are told to do it. You need to firstly please our master and secondly please me. You need to lick my holes clean when our master has finished using them. Or, when I just feel I want them licking out. Do you understand?”

Holy shit, my cock sprang back to life as Simone asserted her position towards Lena. She was making it clear that she, Simone, was fuck-bitch number one and Lena was there to please and clean both of us. So, I was right about Simone’s attraction to Lena, I just hadn’t fully understood that it was also a dominant attraction; that she would force her will and wants onto the young girl, too. Simone had indeed enjoyed whipping Lena with my leather belt as I had suspected, and now Lena responded in a way that demonstrated that Simone was already in charge.

“Yes, mistress. I am sorry I doubted you and I will of course do as I am told.” Lena whispered, and my cock grew even further.

My bitches, fully trained, devoted and loyal sat looking up at me waiting for my next command. They were mine. They would please me, and each other, as and when I demanded. However, they both needed to be reminded of that. They needed to be reminded that they were my fuck-toys and that I decided when and where who stuck what in which hole. I was too tired, but it was important to put a firm stamp on this situation right now.

“Okay, stop fighting!” I stated, looking at my sex toys. “You will obey Simone, Lena, but when I am with you, you will both do exactly what I tell you both to do, is that understood?”

“Yes master.” Both replied in unison. My cock was throbbing.

“Now, both of you get off that bed, get over here, and get on your fucking knees.” I commanded. “Lena-bitch, I want you to start behind with your tongue in my asshole, and you in front Simone-suck-bitch. I want to feel both your mouths and tongues on my cock, balls and asshole. You can switch around when I turn around. I want both of you to please your fucking master then share his cum. When I shoot the next load in one of your mouths, you will not swallow at first, but kiss with my seed in your mouths. Then we can sleep.”

Both girls slipped of the bed and were already sliding to their knees. I opened my legs a little wider as I felt Lena spread my butt-cheeks in order to get at my shit-hole with her tongue. Simone started with the tip of her tongue on my balls, taking my now rock-hard shaft in her right hand to push it up out of the way. I rested my hand lightly on her beautiful raven-haired head, and closed my eyes as the pleasure of two perfect slave tongues sent a tingle up my spine.

Closing my eyes reminded me that I really, really needed to sleep, but I was going to enjoy these two fuck-bitches mouths and tongues competing to see who finally got me to shoot in their mouth. Initially I decided I would give each a thirty-second stint at sucking me off while the other one rimmed me, but as I had no way of keeping time, the whole thing became hit and miss, with me turning when it felt good to do so.

There was no doubt about it that Simone was the better cocksucker. However, that was normal. She had more experience, though Lena was catching up. I had taught the teen well and her skills were increasing every time I pushed my rigid shaft into her face. Right now, I was not pushing my cock into either of their faces. They were doing the work. All I did was let one of them rim my butthole whilst the other one sucked my cock or licked my glans, shaft or balls before turning round to swap their mouths and tongues.

Simone had the longer tongue, I felt. She could get deeper into my shithole, but Lena was somehow more teasing when she rimmed me. It is hard to explain, but the combination of Simone deep throating me whilst Lena worked on my butt was the most pleasurable than the other way round. However, this is skill-assessment at the highest level. Both of these fuck-toys were exceptional at what they were doing, and my spine was getting that familiar tingle, my balls were starting to swell and throb, and my cock was at its maximum size. I could feel the blood pounding in my temples and I knew I was not far from shooting my spunk into one of their mouths.

Both girls could sense my rising climax, and both increased their efforts. Each wanted to be the one who drew my climax to the end I felt. Each wanted to be the one who took my sperm into their mouths; I could sense it. However, neither had the same understanding of domination and hierarchy that I had. For me it was essential to shoot my load into Simone’s mouth, so she could feed it to Lena. It was not Lena’s place or position to spit into Simone’s mouth. It had to be the other way round, and so I timed it and held back until my cock was in Simone’s face again. Now I grabbed her hair much firmer and started face-fucking her. I was going to come, and she knew it.

“That’s it fuck-bitch.” I panted. “Take my fucking cock in your fuck-face. Take my seed, but don’t you fucking dare swallow any of it you greedy cum-whore. Not till I give you permission to do so, or I will beat the shit out of you with my belt again.”

I pushed my cock deep into Simone’s throat, pumping in and out of her neck, as I said this, but I was careful to finally pull out until my glans were just behind her lips before I came. I knew that if I came in her throat, her gag reflex would kick in and she would intuitively swallow my load; but I wanted her to share it with Lena.

The tingle at the base of my spine became a burning electrical impulse, and my head span as I shot three or four waves of spunk over Simone’s tongue, groaning and going onto my tiptoes as the sudden wave of my orgasm took me. Using my right hand, I wanked every drop of seed into Simone’s mouth, and even I was shocked at the amount. She was clearly struggling not to swallow the cream spurting into her mouth, and as I finally pushed the last drops into her face, I told her what to do.

“Okay, you filthy fucking fuck-bitch; you cock-sucking, spunk-eating piece of fuck-meat, feed your little bitch-girl with my seed. Give her as much or as little as you wish, then you can swallow the rest. But make sure she gets enough of her masters seed. Do not be a greedy cum-whore. Poor fuck-bitch Lena needs to be fed, too.” I said, and actually forcefully pushed Simone’s head from my cock as I took a side step, so the two naked girls were kneeling facing each other.

“Kiss!” I commanded, and they did. Simone moved forward on her knees and took Lena’s head in her right hand, pulling the girl into a passionate kiss. A kiss between two mouths, one filled with my sperm, now feeding the other.

The sight and sound of two naked females, tongue kissing and sharing my spunk was not new to me. I have watched this spectacle a number of times, now. However, it never fails to excite and please me. For the most part, it turns me on so much that I will invariably end up fucking one or both of them again, but not today. Today, I needed sleep, so as Simone fed Lena my seed, I crawled into bed and pulled the covers up over my tired body.

“One each side of me when you both come to bed.” I said. “But have as much fun as you want first. Oh, and Lena, I want my cock in your mouth, as always.” They stopped kissing.

“Yes master.” Lena said, and Simone repeated the phrase, adding that they would be with me very soon. I was already drifting, thinking about girls sharing my sperm from mouth to mouth. I slipped into a memory.

It was over twenty years ago, I guess. I was on a business trip to Berlin, a trip I need to tell you more about later, because I also bumped into Patricia again on that same trip; but that is a story for another day. Now I was slipping into a dream, a memory of two exceptional young women, I met by chance.

It was just the second day of the business trip but we had cut the meeting off early. Many Germans knock off work at around two in the afternoon on Fridays, and this was a Friday. The trip was from Thursday and went over until the following week on Wednesday, meaning I had to spend the weekend in Berlin, which I always loved to do. In fact, my love for Berlin drove me to take the rest of the following week off work, too. I would finish work on Wednesday, and have Thursday, Friday and Saturday for a short holiday. My return flight was booked for Sunday, allowing me to be back in the office on Monday, but I digress.

By three in the afternoon on the first Friday, I was walking through the streets of former East Berlin, passing a colourful mix of South American bars and German pubs, most already open and serving their first guests with cocktails, wine, beer and snacks. Music and laughter spilled out into the streets. It was not long after the Wall had fallen, and the Eastern part of the city still had its poor but amazing charm. I loved this dirty, never-ending building-site of a city, and not really even trying to reach my hotel, I wandered looking for a place I fancied to have my first drink.

I was wearing a suit and tie and carrying my briefcase (LMAO, back then briefcases were still ‘a thing’) but what the fuck, the weekend was here and I was in Berlin on a hot summer day. I felt alive and kicking. I felt invigorated. I felt like fucking some bitch in the face, cunt and ass. I felt like hunting; and so I decided to go hunting.

In the middle of Kreuzberg, not far from the river, I found a nice little bar with a Mexican theme, where I could take a seat outside but in the shade, pull of my tie and order a large cold beer. I also ordered a Tequila and some snacks, but I had not chosen the bar for its beer, snacks or location.

I chose the bar and my particular table because of a very pretty girl sitting opposite. From where I was sitting, I could observe her face, but also glance at her long bare legs under the table. She was wearing a very short denim miniskirt, and once or twice, I even caught a glimpse of her white panties when she crossed or uncrossed her legs. My cock was already flinching and twitching. She was a good target based on her looks and prettiness, that is why I had chosen her, but hunting in the day and in a bar without being caught afterwards, is a very, very special skill. My skill, a skill I possessed. I started to observe my prey.

She was petite, as I like my targets, with blonde shoulder-length hair, and was quite freckled, especially on her bare arms. Above the denim miniskirt, she wore a plain white t-shirt, and I could make out the ridges of a bra beneath the thin cotton fabric. There was a small rucksack on the chair beside her, and everything about her cried student-back-packer-holiday-or-gap-year-youth-hostel-fuck.

She was reading a book, the title of which was in a language I could not recognise. From time to time, she would turn from her book to take a sip of her white iced wine, and I made a point of catching her eye. She was not pretty I realised; she was stunning. Her eyes were not blue, as I had originally thought, but slate-grey, the left slightly lighter than the right, or was it actually a different colour. I focused on her eyes the next time she looked up at me, and yes, it was. Her right eye was slate-grey blue and her left eye was a light blueish green. The imbalance was, however, immensely attractive. My heart skipped at her beauty, at her freckled, sun-kissed face; heart-shaped, with gemstone eyes and full, pink lips. Lips I wanted to force my cock between, which was now straining to bust out of my pants.

I was around 30 back then, and she was no older than 20, if even that. I was not trying to pick her up by catching her eye. I was trying to read her, plan my hunt, my attack. I was prodding and poking her, trying to get a reaction so I could judge the best way to dominate her totally. I was going to have her one way or another. I just had not completely figured out how. She smiled a couple of times when our glances met, but by the fourth or fifth time, she clearly showed some discomfort, moving from her left butt-cheek to her right and tugging at the hem of her short skirt. Women are so fucking easy to read; I knew I had her thinking about my presence. I knew she was wondering what my intentions were. She knew I was watching her, observing her, and that was what I wanted her to know.

Not all men can do this. Make a girl aware that an Alpha or possibly a predator is in her space. However, if you are an Alpha or a predator, or like me, both, then you can attract all her attention all her thoughts to you. You can fill her mind with your presence, and she knows something is going to happen.

She does not necessarily think, “Oh fuck, rapist.” she simply senses “this man is here, he is present.” At times, it will get her turned on and she will try to pull you in, flirt with you. She senses the Alpha; it scares and fascinates her at the same time. Sometimes, especially if she inexperienced and fearful of her own sexuality, she might try to escape. Leave the male presence that is dominating her space, uncertain of her feelings and excitement. My girl was still not decided. She knew I was surveying her, She knew I was watching, smiling. Maybe she liked me, maybe not. However, why would I be so clearly interested in her but not speak to her? I had her mind where I wanted it for now. I was the focus of her thoughts, and she knew something would happen.

I wondered if she spoke any German. The book she was reading was in what I presumed was some Scandinavian language. I noted that the waiter asked her in English if she would like a fresh wine. She nodded, and replied with just a slight accent, yes she would. That gave me the first important piece of information I needed in order to approach my prey, to corner it, and let it know I was the predator. Language would be my weapon today.

She was clearly not nervous of me enough to leave immediately, which was a good sign. Perhaps she was hoping I would approach and speak to her, though as she ordered the wine and glanced at me, she told the waiter that she wanted to pay with the last drink. He simply tallied up her wine from the beermat on her table, and gave her the price. She paid and the waiter turned to fetch her last drink. She shot me a quick glance, and I knew the game she was now playing, or thought we were playing. Clever girl, I thought. She had paid to let me know she was leaving, to force me to make my move. Yet she bought a final drink in order to allow me enough time to make that move. She was mine, now.

I quickly raised my hand as the waiter turned to go back inside.

“Excuse me.” I said in German. “I would like to pay please.”

“Ah, yes, of course. At once.” The waiter responded and came to my table. Glancing at the beermat, he saw there was just a single line marked on it, meaning I had only drunk a single beer. I gave him a note and told him to keep the change, and he thanked me and left.

I still had some beer in my glass, which I would make last until I was ready to make my move. It was important to wait until the waiter brought my target her last drink and went back inside. She thought she was playing a smart move, but in fact, she had no idea that she had played into my hands perfectly by paying the waiter before finishing her last drink. That was her downfall, and I already knew it.

You see, I could not simply follow her when she left the bar and drag her into some bush in order to rape her. Firstly, though I have dragged many females into bushes and raped them, I would never do it like that, following them from a bar. The waiter could identify me and give a description. There might even be a camera somewhere. No, I needed to leave with her together, have her go freely with me, but preferably without the waiter seeing it happen. By paying our bills, it became possible for us both to leave the bar without any further interaction with the waiter. My plan was already in place.

The waiter reappeared just a few moments later, and gave her the wine. We were the only guests sitting outside, so knowing there were no orders to be take or money to be made, he went back into the bar. She took the wineglass and raised it, but not to her lips. She glanced over towards me, and raised a little toast. I responded with my own glass and sent her a smile. Now she knew I would approach her eventually, and was clearly interested. I was not interested in picking her up. I had other plans that would have sent her running had she known.

I could sense her bewilderment after a while, that I was not making a move. She must have been wondering what was going on. She had given me those female signs that I was allowed and expected to approach her, and yet I waited until she had drunk almost all of her wine.

I was sipping at my beer, not wanting to empty my glass in order to legitimise my presence, in case the waiter looked out. Having an empty glass when I had already paid would mean it would be normal to leave, and so I timed everything down to the last second. Until she drained her wineglass, and started to gather her things. The disappointment on her face more than apparent. That amused me. Fuck-bitches who thought they were the ones calling all the shots, but expecting the man to make the moves. Now, finally pulling out my wallet and removing my company security card, I drained my glass and standing up, made my move, but not the one she was expecting or even hoping for.

The company I work for issues employees with identity security cards. There is the employee name, photo and some other information on the card, along with a chip that opens doors, gives security clearance and even lets you pay in the canteen at work. However, the company logo on the card is a kind of star shape, and is a little reminiscent of a police badge. So much so, in fact, that employees joke about it. People at work will pull out their cards and flash them making stupid jokes, like: “Police! Where were you yesterday between 9 a.m. and 5 p.m.?” The answer is usually “Working at the shit-factory.” Or some other work-related joke, but on a foreigner, this might just work for real. I might be able to fool this girl. I laughed at the idea of getting another fuck on my work ID card, and a memory flashed into my mind.

You see, I had already used my company ID card to pick up a stupid bitch from the works canteen with a cheesy pickup line. She was a bit dull and stupid, but very pretty and had an amazing body. I really wanted to fuck her, so I decided to go the traditional way of picking her up. There is no way I would risk targeting anyone who knew me, at work or privately, in order to rape them. You should never rape in your own back yard, so to speak, so I had to convince the canteen-bitch to fuck me of her own free will. So one day in the canteen as I was about to pay her for my food I flashed my company ID, and dropped a crappy pickup line.

“Police! Where will you be this Saturday between 8 p.m. and 10 a.m. the following morning?” She giggled and said she would be at home with her cat.

“Incorrect!” I retaliated. “We have strong evidence and reason to believe you will be eating dinner with me at my home before jumping into bed for a dirty night of wild sex and passion. Do you have any witnesses who can counter our evidence? Otherwise, it is a fixed date and you must comply.” It was some shitty line like that, I do not remember the exact words too well, but it worked, and I had the pretty but stupid bitch eating out of my hand. We set a date for the weekend.

At the time, I imagined she was probably getting wet at the thought of fucking and eventually dating and even marring one of the bosses. Poor or stupid girls will often suffer from what I call the fucking Cinderella-Complex, and end up as sex-bitches for some powerful or rich dude with a fancy car and no intention of ever committing to the fuck-toy he has pulled in. I was happy to let her have that fantasy for a while, until she learned that I would not pretend to want her for anything other than a fuck-toy.

So, the stupid cow actually came for dinner and I fucked her brains out. She loved it at first, but when I tried to force my cock into her virgin butt, she cried. I told her either she spread her cheeks to let me sodomise her, or she fucked off. All she wanted to know was if I would still respect her and take her out again. I lied Of course, and said yes. I told her I had watched her for months in the canteen and that all I wanted was to be with her. To fuck her (which was true), but she needed to give herself ‘fully’ to me and trust me if we were to be together. She simply asked me to be gentle and even put her hands back to spread her butt-cheeks. I was not gentle with her. I fucked her ass so hard that she screamed and cried, begging me to stop, but I did not. I pumped my cock in and out of her anal fuck-hole until she finally passed out. Even then I did not stop. I continued to butt-fuck her as hard and as deep as I could, until I finally shot my load deep into her torn ass.

Once I had filled her unconscious guts with seed, I let her come too, and then face-fucked her, telling her to clean her own shit of my cock. It took a while for me to get back up to full size, but when I finally reached full size I was deep in her throat and showed no mercy, finally sending a further load of spunk into her throat.

Once I was finished with her fuck-body, I threw her out of my place naked. Of course, I threw her clothes behind her, telling her she could always come back and beg to be my fuck-bitch, but that I would always hurt her, ass-fuck and humiliate her. She was sobbing as she quickly dressed in the hallway. It was midnight, and she half ran and half walked into the street, pulling out her mobile phone, probably to call a taxi; I did not care. I had fucked all her fuck-holes and wanted to sleep. I went back to bed.

The following Monday, I went to the canteen as usual expecting to enjoy the hatred on her face as she was forced to serve me, but she was not there. In fact, she never returned to work and I found out a week later from the new girl who took her place that she had quit her job. I guessed at the time that she simply could not face the idea of seeing me again, the man who had fucked her cunt, ass and mouth promising to be with her, but then had kicked her naked ass out like a cheap whore. I put her out of my mind. I was already wondering how I could fuck the new girl, though she was not as pretty.

The following Saturday, or perhaps it was two weeks later, I don’t remember, I was at home drinking beer and watching motor racing on TV when my doorbell rang. I do not get visitors, so it was either the post or a neighbour I thought. It was neither.

I had cunt, face and ass-fucked the canteen girl and thrown her out into the rain. She had quit her job and I presumed I would never see her again. I was wrong. She came back. I was looking at her through the peephole and I wondered if she had come for a confrontation, to tell me she was pregnant, or to spit at me, or maybe even try to kill me. I should probably ignore her, I thought, but I was curious, so I buzzed her in and opened my flat door, waiting for the tirade of abuse. There was none. She walked up to me and opened her raincoat. She was completely naked. I stepped aside and let her into my flat, closing the door once she was inside.

“You can drop the raincoat on the floor, fuck-bitch.” I said. “Then you can go to the kitchen, get me a fresh beer, and then come into the lounge and suck my cock as I watch the racing.” I added. She said nothing, but followed my orders to the letter, going into the kitchen as I went back to the sofa in the lounge, dropping my tracksuit bottoms and underpants so she could come suck my dick.

Just a minute or two later, she came into the lounge completely naked carrying a fresh beer. She walked over to the sofa, handed me the beer and dropped to her knees between my legs. She took my cock in her right hand and guided it to her lips. Without a single word, she started to lick and suck my cock as I watched TV. I do not remember how many times I came in her mouth that day, but even after I shot into her mouth, she kept sucking and licking regardless of whether I was soft or hard. She did not stop sucking and drinking my spunk until the race was over. Only then, did she stand up and leave, but she came back the next day.

I did not know her name back then, and I do not know it now, even though she still comes to my place. In fact, she has keys to my place because she cleans and keeps house for me, and I pay her for it. I pay her well for it. I do not fuck her that often, but sometimes when I am working from home or have a free day, I will use one, two or all three of her holes. I give her orders and she obeys. She has never once said ‘no’ or argued with anything that I have told her to do. In fact, since the day I kicked her out of my home naked and hurting, she has not spoken a single word to me. I do not ask her questions that demand answers or make her call me sir or master as I do with other fuck-toys. I simply give her orders, and she obeys. I have not heard her voice again since our first fuck, and my orders are simple, short and she carries them out silently.

“Fuck-bitch, get me a beer. Suck my cock. Lick my balls. Lick my ass. Drink my piss. Bend over. Spread your cheeks. Make me some food. Clean the toilet. Wash my clothes. Go to the shops. Push the bottle into your cunt. Push it into your ass. Clean the windows. Masturbate.”

I give her these and other short and very direct orders, and she follows them, no questions asked. She is the perfect fuck-toy, but I do not love her or feel for her as I do for others. Why? Because I love a fuck-toy for their mind in addition to their body. I want to dominate and control that mind. The “Canteen-girl” as I call her, is a pretty, sexy, hot, piece of stupid meat. I do not want to converse with her, because she cannot converse. In fact, I am sure that one day we will be able to buy these kind of fuck-bitches as robots online. However, when I am home, and I need a hole and she is there, it is nice to have her at my command.

As my dream turned away from my canteen-girl, it wandered back to Berlin. Back to the pretty girl at the next table. I pulled out my wallet and removed my company security card. I had a plan that was dangerous and tricky, but I knew it could work if I pulled it off before the waiter or some other German cottoned on to what was going on. I stood grabbing my briefcase, and walked over to the young girl, who immediately looked up at me, expecting some pickup line. She was not going to get one. I flashed my ID at her, just long enough for her to realise it was a genuine ID card, but not long enough for her to realise it was not what she was about to be told it was. I spoke in English.

“Excuse me miss, I am Chief Inspector Manuel Müller from the German Secret Police, and I am currently investigating smuggling, drugs, and other illegal trafficking operations in Berlin. I need to ask you some very important questions, based on your recent activity in the city.”

I spoke quickly and very confidently, and she was shocked, expecting a pickup try, she was now being interrogated. “Would you like to have the integration, I mean conversation here? Or perhaps it would be… How do you say? ‘Angenehmer’ – Oh, Ja, ‘More pleasant’ if we simply walk as we talk.” I added, deliberately making my English worse than it actually is. I signalled at the same time, that she should stand, which she did. I wanted her away from the bar. She stuttered and blurted out some questions, but stood and left with me, and we walked towards the river, me taking her elbow to guide her.

“I am confused.” She started. “Have I done something wrong?”

“I do not know, miss. Have you done something wrong?” I responded. “We have reports of illegal movements of drugs, people and other things between Berlin and several Scandinavian countries, and your name keeps coming up. That is why I need to speak to you.

“But, but, why my name. I don’t understand. I have nothing to do with it. I have done nothing illegal. I am a student and just backpacking around Europe with my friend, Anna. Do you have a warrant?” She said, almost in tears.

“Miss, I do not need a warrant because you are not under arrest or being searched. I am just asking you some questions. But look, I think we got off on the wrong foot. Perhaps we could start again. I did not mean to upset or frighten you, yet I feel I have managed to do just that. I must apologise. Please forgive my rudeness.”

As I spoke, I stopped walking and moved my free left hand from her elbow to her shoulder. I turned her towards me and smiled into her beautiful face, mustering a warm voice in order to lull her into a feeling of security, as I spoke.

“I am Chief Inspector Manuel Müller from the German Secret Police and I have shown you my ID, perhaps now you could do the same. Please show me your passport. Then I am sure we can clean up this mess and perhaps laugh about it later. Have a drink or take in a movie.” I was flirting a little here, using her initial attraction or interest in me to gain her trust.

She did not even hesitate. If she had called my bluff right there and then, asking who I was investigating, who I thought she was, a name, she would have known I did not even know her name or where she was from. Instead, she opened the front pocket of her rucksack and pulled out her passport, which she handed to me. Now I had even more power.

Her name was Innger and she was 22. She was beautiful, and I was going to fuck her. However, she was too valuable to drag into some bush to abuse; I needed time, space and her body for me. I needed to go to her place, my hotel, or another place where I could have hours with this girl.

“Ok, Innger, let’s go somewhere where we can chat in peace. I am sure you have nothing to fear, and I want you to know that I am here for you. I will help you and protect you. I will do everything to make sure this is short, and nothing bad happens, but for me to do that, you need to trust me and to be honest with me, ok?” As I spoke, I put her passport into my back pocket. She saw this, and I could tell it bothered her, but she was in ‘cooperation mode’ now, so she simply nodded, and said ‘ok’ as I took her elbow and guided her along the street.

“let’s go to your place.” I said quietly, “I also need to speak with Anna. Is she there right now?”

“I don’t know.” Innger responded. “She went on a tour bus trip this morning. I do not know how long it will last. But we agreed to meet back at the hostel before six, so she should be there soon.” She was handing me information on a plate, fully unaware of her mistakes.

“Very well, we will see.” I said. “Does your hostel have a doorman or caretaker to check who comes and goes?” I asked. It was a risky question as she should have thought I knew her hostel if I was investigating her, but I needed to know if I was going to have to show my ID or perhaps not be let in at all. Not many hostels stop girls from taking in boys, but they are wary of students doubling up in beds without paying, but I was safe, as Innger confirmed there was no door attendant.

“No. We all have key-cards.” She said. “But we can go to the lounge area if you like. We can talk there. There is almost never anyone in the recreation areas at this time.” As she spoke, she suddenly turned to the left, and I was utterly surprised that we were already entering a doorway into a small reception area. We were at her hostel.

“No. Please. We should go up to your room.” I said. “I need to ask you some very personal questions that other people should not hear. I also want to have a quick look inside your room, if that’s ok.” I knew this would alarm her, but I needed to get her alone, so risked this statement.

“A look inside my room? Do you have a search warrant?” She asked. I expected this question, so had my answer ready.

“Innger, I do not want to search your room, so I do not need a warrant, but I can get one within three minutes if you want to make this process official. Then we can search your room and go down to the station for a chat.” There was a kindness, not a threat in my words, and I could see and sense my ploy worked.

“Ok.” She said. “It’s upstairs.” She headed for a side door with green staircase symbol above it. I followed, and we moved into a narrow stone staircase with a metal banister rail. It was cold and muggy, and Innger rubbed at her own arms for warmth as she climbed the stairs ahead of me.

As Innger lead the way, I focused on the perfect butt before me, as we climbed. My cock twitched at the thought of soon getting my hands on those rounded, well-formed cheeks, and putting my swollen cock between them. I had to force myself not to reach out and slide my hand up her milky, thighs to slip beneath the denim miniskirt. I controlled myself. I was almost there. I had won. I had cornered my prey and could soon devour it, tear it, punish it and make it beg. The stairwell was not the place to start the kill.

We climbed three floors, and then Innger pushed open a door into yet another narrow hallway, and went through, holding the door for me.

“Thankyou.” I said as I brushed past her, my arm lightly brushing across her breasts, small and firm beneath the cotton of her t-shirt, as I entered the hallway, which was carpeted and warm. The walls were plain white and hung with old black and white photographs of East Berlin. A large window at the end of the hall threw sunlight along the passage, and as I turned to face Innger, she let the door swing shut and smiled at me.

“It’s at the end.” She said, and pointed along the hallway. “The last door on the right.” I walked ahead of her, and after just a few steps, I smelt something very familiar to me. Innger smelt it, too, and stopped abruptly.

“No, listen. I’ve changed my mind.” She blurted out. “Let’s go into the lounge area to talk. And I think I have forgotten my key anyway.” She lied.

It was not a sudden fear of me as a man that alarmed Innger. It was the smell. The smell coming from behind the door to her room. As smell that any police officer or dope-smoker knew well. Not only was Anna home, she was smoking pot in their room, and Innger had just turned up with the police, or so she thought.

“Innger.” I started. “I can smell it. It is too late. Open the door or I will kick it down. I do not need a warrant as I now have evidential suspicion that a crime is being committed behind that door. I am now legally entitled to go inside, arrest whoever is smoking weed in there and search the entire room.” I pointed at the door as I spoke. “Open it.”

Innger knew she was beaten. She had no choice but to slip off her backpack, pull out her key-card, and open the door. As the door opened, I placed the palm of my hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her gently into the room. I followed, and closed the door behind me. The Hawk was in the chicken pen, and was extremely hungry.

The room was small and sparingly furnished. There were two single beds to my left, separated by a nightstand with a lamp and red-led clock and a small table and two chars against the wall to my right. The floor was strewn with female clothing, pants, bras, panties and socks, and one of those females sat cross-legged on the right-hand bed grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Hi Innger.” She said in a slurred voice. “Vem är det?”

I had to smile, because although I do not speak a word of Swedish, this was close enough to the German ‘wer ist das’ for me to gather Anna asked who I was. The answer was the best part though, because even I understood the word ‘Polis’ and the panic on Anna’s pretty face, as she quickly put out the joint she was smoking.

“Do you speak English?” I barked at Anna, who jumped off the bed to stand in front of her friend with a look of hatred. Innger quickly started to explain, but I stopped her.

“Stop talking, now!” I said very aggressively. I glared back at Anne. “I asked you a question. Do you speak English?”

“Yes.” She whispered.

“Good.” I responded. “Both of you. You do not speak any more Swedish. From now on, it is English only, or I will have to separate you. Do you understand?” There was no response, so I asked again, much louder and actually grabbed Innger and pushed her over to her friend. “Do you UNDERSTAND?”

“Yes. Yes.” Both answered, and I lowered my voice.

“Ok, Anna. Get me your passport. Quickly.” I said to the dope-eyed girl. She had brown eyes and brown hair. Nowhere near as pretty as Innger, but pretty enough with a great body. She was only wearing a small armless cut shirt with no bra, and a pair of what appeared to be men’s boxers. As she turned and crossed the room to the bedside table, I could see the shape of a grate ass above shapely tanned legs, and when she came back I noticed her tits were bigger than Innger’s, but nicely shaped and not too big. She handed me her passport, and folder her arms across her chest as I looked inside.

“Ok, Anna Jennson. I am arresting you for the possession and possible dealing of drugs. You do not need to say anything but anything….” She interrupted me.

“No! No! No! We are in Germany and I was told up to 3 grams is legal.” She quickly blurted out. “Why are you arresting me?”

“You were told a myth young lady.” I responded, sliding her passport into my back pocket together with Innger’s. “I was already investigating you both for reports of smuggling, so this basically confirms that report. I will need to arrest you both until we have fully investigated the matter. If all you are doing is smoking a little weed, then there is nothing to worry about. After six to eight weeks, you will be released from prison and sent home without charges. However, if we find more than 3 grams or more evidence that you are traffickers or dealers, you will be looking at 4 to 10 years. Both of you.”

“Prison?” Innger asked incredulously. “Why prison if we have not even been found guilty?” She was spooked, as was Anna. Only Anna had weed in her system helping her stay calmer.

“You have no permanent residence in Germany.” I said coldly. The danger of you both fleeing the country is too high. Therefore in such cases it is standard to lock people up until we conclude our investigations or until trial. I am sorry, but that is the law.” As I said this I slipped out my mobile, and unlocked the scree to open my contacts and start to scroll through as if I was looking for a particular number.

“Let me call in the drugs squad with dogs.” I said, smiling at first Anna then Innger. “They will do a better search than I can, and they will bring female officers to do a personal and internal search of your anuses and vaginas. However, I will need to do a quick oral search now so I am sure you have nothing you can swallow.” As I said this, I clicked on my own telephone number, letting it dial and the first ring come through loud enough for both girls to hear. However, I then walked back to the door, away from them so I could hang up without them noticing.

“No” Stop” Please!” Innger suddenly blurted out. “Please hang up. Please don’t do this. I am sure we can work this out without us going to prison. Please! Manuel. Please! We will do anything if you hang up that phone” She started to cry, and I spoke just a couple of words to an imaginary police colleague on my phone, telling them I would call back later, and then hung up.

She had used my name, Manuel. Well, my fake name. She was telling me she wanted to be friends, be personal, to be whatever I wanted her to be in order to make this nightmare go away. I wanted her and her friend to be my fuck-toys, and so that is what I would tell them.

“Ok.” I started. “What do you mean by ‘do anything’?” I asked. “Do you mean you will pay me? Have sex with me? Clean my car or my house? Define ‘anything’ right now.” I demanded, and Anna spoke first.

“Dude. She is saying anything. Any fucking thing your perverted mind can think of and wants. So yeah. She means fucking. She means sucking your cock, if that’s what you want and what it takes to make you give us our passports back and go away without arresting us.” As she spoke, I slipped my mobile back into my pocket, set down my briefcase and looked at the two beautiful toys I had just gotten. Now all I needed to do was unwrap my new playthings.

“Strip!” I commanded. “Get naked, and then get on your knees. Both of you. Oh, and from now on, you call me master or you call me sir. From now on, you are my fuck-toys, my fuck-bitches until I say you are free, which will not be for quite some time.” As I spoke, I began to undo my belt and trousers, of course pulling my belt out of my trousers, as I would need it soon. “Why the fuck are you both still dressed?” I barked. “Get fucking naked and get on your fucking knees you cock-sucking fuck-bitches.”

As I barked this command, I lashed Anna once across her bare left thigh, and she squealed in pain. “Ok, ok.” and both girls started to strip. I followed suite, until we all soon stood naked facing each other, my cock rock hard and ready for their mouths. “Knees!” I simply stated and took a step forward. Both girls sank to their knees, and I fed my cock into Inngers mouth as I pushed Anna’s face into my balls, telling her to start licking.

Innger took my shaft in her right hand as she started to suck me off. She had clearly had cocks in her mouth before, and she knew how to please me with her tongue, mouth and hand, but she was going to now get what I suspected was her first deep throat. I suspected this, because as I forced my glans past her tongue and into her throat, she panicked and clearly had no idea of how to get it down.

“Swallow my cock, suck-bitch.” I commanded. “I want to fuck your throat. I want my balls on your chin.” I locked my forearm behind her head and forced my cock deeper and deeper into her neck, and she started to gag, her throat convulsing and brining up vomit that had nowhere to go other than back down into her stomach. I held her there, my glans now restricting both her vomit and her air. She was choking on my throbbing, swollen cock, and possibly thought she was about to die.

Poor Innger pushed and slapped at my thighs and tried to pull away, but I held firm, impaling her beautiful face and neck with my swollen cock until I sensed she was about to pass out. Only then did I pull out to allow her to gulp for air and cough out her own spit, bile and traces of vomit. As she gasped and tried to regain her vision through her tears, I grabbed Anna’s long brown hair with my left hand, and roughly pulled her way from my balls.

“Suck me, bitch.” I barked and rammed my cock deep into Anna’s face, pushing until I felt my glans pop into the back of her throat. She had clearly had a cock in her throat before, as I hit home, she took it and swallowed down, easily allowing me to go balls-deep. I stopped, held just a second then pulled all the way out. I slapped her across the face with my right hand and commanded her to “Open bitch!” forcing my cock back into her mouth.

I was now face-fucking Anna deeply and roughly, pulling out until my glans hit the inside of her lips then pumping back into her throat. Innger had recovered from her coughing fit, and I gave her the next job as I face-fucked her friend.

“Ok, Innger-fuck-whore, get behind me and start licking my shit-hole. I want to feel your tongue in my hole or I will whip you red raw with my belt.”

As I gave Innger her orders to rim me, I recovered my belt from the floor and put it around Anna’s neck, pulling it tight so her throat was even tighter on my cock when I got to full depth. This bitch had clearly been throat fucked enough for her to be able to take my seventeen centimetres with ease. I wondered if her ass was as well used as her face. We would soon find out, but first, as I felt Innger’s soft tongue push into my sensitive anus, my spine started to tingle and a wave of heat went up my back. I was about to fill Anna’s mouth and throat with spunk, and I told her so.

“That’s it, suck-bitch, I am coming. I am going to fill your fucking belly with my seed and you will eat it all or I will punish you in ways you cannot imagine. Suck my cock, bitch.” With my final command, I impaled Anna’s face to full depth and started to shoot my cream deep into her throat. I could feel her throat gulping around my now oversensitive glans as I emptied my spunk into her neck. Her hands were on my ass-cheeks, actually helping Innger keep them spread, in order to rim my butt-hole, and I stayed in her throat until my balls were empty.

Once I felt the last drop of cream leave my shaft into Anna’s throat I pulled out my cock, and pushed her back down to my balls.

“Suck my balls, cock-sucker.” I commanded, and immediately felt her tongue flick across my testicles. “I said, suck them, fuck-whore.” I barked, and immediately felt her slurp my right ball into her mouth. “And be gentle. Do not fucking hurt me, or I will take the skin of your ass.” I commanded, and felt a shiver go down my spine at the warmth and gentleness of her suckling mouth on my testicle added to the sensation of her friend’s tongue licking and entering my butt.

My two new fuck-toys were pleasing their master, with their mouths and tongues, but I was nowhere near finished with them yet. I was going to rape all of their holes, one after another.

🔞 Candy.AI 🔥 AI Sex Chat - Roleplay, Erotic Stories, Try for Free 🕹️

Please, Rate This Story:

(average: 4.29 out of 7 votes)