I was flustered when I emerged from the bathroom and tried to catch up with Cherry, who meant well, but was fucking exasperating! She didn’t listen to a word I said and if I wasn’t careful, she was going to get us into a whole lot of trouble. I was also annoyed at having to work at such short notice, but I guessed that if we earned a descent wedge, I wouldn’t be complaining later.
“Come on Beth, let’s go and find a couple of young studs!” she called over her shoulder.
I looked at my watch and saw that it was 9. 45, which made me wonder if we had time for a quickie. I followed Cherry through the restaurant, out onto the broad pavement, past the outside tables and chairs and joined her to stand at the kerbside of the wide main road.
“Is this your track Cherry,” I asked, hoping we weren’t treading on someone else’s toes.
“Nah, this is an illegal patch, but I can spot the police a mile off, don’t worry.”
“Fucking hell Cherry. This is my first night. You want me to end up in prison?” I responded, glancing back and forth.
The excitable youngster totally ignored my protestation and instead pointed at my tube.
“Pull your top down a bit. Show some more of your lovely tits!” she urged.
My top had worked its way up, so I yanked it down, causing the tight material to force my ‘C’ cups to bulge out strikingly.
“Better!” She shouted over the noise of the traffic.
Several cars slowed down to give us the once over, but kept going and because the traffic was thinning out, I began to wonder if anyone would stop.
Then I spotted a large black 4×4 BMW on the other side of the road slow down and stop. Then after a pause, it carried out a ‘U’ turn and pulled up right in front of us. When the blackened passenger window slid down smoothly I knew we had attracted a potential mark. In fact it was two guys in their thirties, dressed very smartly in neat shirts and sharp slacks.
I was relieved that a familiar face hadn’t appeared when the window opened.
Cherry negotiated in German for quite a while with the guy on the passenger side and when she stopped talking, he climbed out to allow her to jump in beside the driver. As the guy stood erect, he put his hand on my shoulder, opened the rear door and ushered me to climb in.
I was halfway into the car, when I realized that there was already another guy sitting in the back and although I paused, a hand on my butt gently pushed me forward, so I had no choice but to carry on and sit beside the other passenger. Once the third guy had climbed in to sandwich me, he slammed the door and the car pulled away into traffic.
The man on my right reached over and pulled my Lycra tube down, allowing my boobs to spring out of their tight covering. He immediately grabbed my right globe, lent forward and began sucking my nipple, while shoving a hand up my skirt.
“Careful!” I warned, trying to find a bit of breathing space.
Not to be outdone, the guy on my left grabbed my other breast and followed suit, while squeezing it painfully. I couldn’t see their faces in the dark interior, but they were both well-built, sturdy individuals. I felt tiny, sitting between the two young men, while they chewed on my nipples. Cherry’s head appeared between the front seats.
“I’m going to bang this guy for 40 Euros and your two want a double for 60.” As she spoke to me in English, the guys either side looked up at me in surprise.
“You English?” Mumbled the guy on my left, who’d been squeezing and nibbling my nipple painfully.
“Ow! Yes!” I complained. But I wasn’t strong enough to push their hands off. “That hurts!” I cried.
“Shut the fuck up and earn your money,” Hissed the guy on my right.
I felt the car come to a stop and when I looked forward through the windscreen I could see we were parked at the back of a row of dark buildings. Both back doors opened and the guy on my right dragged me out of the car.
“Stop, wait.” I cried out in terror, afraid that something terrible was going to happen to me. He spun me round, so that I was facing the car and then sat back onto the back seat, so that his knees were out of the car.
The second man who had been sitting on my left side, came round behind me and grabbed my hips, as the first man pulled me forward, presumably to give him a blow job.
The guy sitting in the car grabbed my bunches and forced my head into his lap, while the guy behind me pulled my skirt down, off my hips, letting it pool around my feet. I couldn’t see what was happening to Cherry, but I sensed that whatever it was, was happening on the bonnet of the car.
“Come on whore take my cock out and suck it!” growled the guy sitting on the back seat.
I tried to unbutton his trousers, but was distracted by what was happening behind me. My thong had joined the skirt on the ground and when I lifted a foot to get a better stance, I nearly fell over it.
I bumped into the car door, but the guy behind pulled me upright and slid his hand beneath me, down over my flat tummy. He had me positioned so that my legs were well spread, enabling him to search lower between my thighs. His stubby fingers easily located my smooth vulva and immediately delved into my sticky cleft, searching for the soft entrance slightly lower.
“She’s as smooth as your old man’s bald head,” the owner of the fingers muttered in German.
The man’s clumsy fingers forced my thighs even further apart. His thick digit slid along my soft folds, eventually plunging into my wet quim with his index finger. Another finger joined the first and together begun to probe and stretch my tender walls.
“Fuck, this whore’s a tight little fucker and full of jiz!”
I finally managed, in the darkness, to undo the guy’s trousers and pull his underpants away from his bulging cock, which I felt spring up into my hand. I grabbed it and having prepared a mouthful of saliva, began to lollypop him by sucking and teasing the sensitive crown.
The guy with his fingers in my quim was struggling with his own underwear, but I finally felt his cock come free and slide down the crack of my ass. His probing fingers, from the front and his hand from behind, guided his cock into my sizzling quim and in one firm thrust impaled me to the hilt.
I gasped round the guys cock, at the sudden invasion of my body, but returned my attention to my throat fucker, because he was jerking off and I didn’t want to get covered in his sticky seed. He eventually pulled free of my mouth, but didn’t let go of my hair.
“Clean me up whore,” he growled in German.
I lapped away like a puppy to clean up what I could in the darkness, but lost my focus as the guy pounding into my pussy suddenly began grunting and shooting his load.
Because so much had been happening at once and a real sense of danger had pervaded my thoughts, I didn’t feel any enjoyment during the sex and I was relieved when the guy sitting on the edge of the seat pushed me backwards, allowing me to stand upright again.
“Fucking dirty whores!” I heard one of the men say.
I picked up my skirt and thong and stepped back, just as Cherry came round the car carrying our bags. The men climbed into the car and when the third door had slammed shut, Cherry lifted her hand to show me a bundle of notes.
“50 Euros each! Not bad for 15 minutes work!” Cherry laughed, as we watched the red lights disappearing into the darkness.
I wasn’t so upbeat as I stepped into my thong and then my rah-rah skirt. I was getting jittery around the punters, worrying that the next john would attack and kill me.
“We’ve just got enough time to change, before our 11. 00 o’clock. Come on I’ll get a taxi,” trilled Cherry.
I followed her round the side of the building, back to the main road and a few seconds later we were in a taxi on our way back to the Hertzberg Hostel.
Once we were back in our room at the hostel, we quickly washed and changed our clothes. I slipped into a black tube dress, which I had tucked into my hand luggage, along with black holdups and a black thong. While I combed my hair out, Cherry put on a gold leopard print Lycra dress and gave her face the once over. I slipped my blue denim jacket on, while Cherry wore a lightweight brown linen number.
Johannis Strasse is only a short distance from the hostel and it was a warm night, so Cherry and I decided to walk there to get some exercise. For the first time since I arrived in Berlin, I started to relax a little. The danger of picking up the murdering kerb crawler had passed and I hoped the appointment Cherry had made, would turn out to be a far more enjoyable.