Uschi Page 7

  ‘What can I do for you?’ said Roger.

  ‘You, uh, have something of mine. In your suitcase.’

  ‘Yes, of course,’ gabbled Roger. ‘Please, I’ll let you, um, get it yourself.’ Suddenly noticing the long, expansive trails of semen that spanned the white duvet in wild tangles, Roger hastily grabbed the suitcase and placed it away from the bed and onto the sideboard, then turned away while Kathrin unzipped the luggage.

  ‘Got it,’ she said. ‘Thanks.’

  Roger turned to face her again and went to open the hotel room door for her. They made arrangements to meet for a taxi to the office in the morning, and wished each other a good night. Roger watched her saunter down the corridor, her posture awkwardly overcompensating for the unwelcome front-loaded shift in her usual centre of gravity, her trim backside gyrating pleasantly in jeans.

  He knocked on the bathroom door. ‘She’s gone,’ he muttered.

  Uschi re-emerged, grinning, and proffered a high-five, which Roger returned with ineptitude. ‘Thirty-two H!’ she squealed. ‘Another mission accomplished. I’m going to go to my room and take a bath.’ She saw the hopeful glint in his eye. ‘And you’re staying here, much as I’m sure you’d like to watch. These braless wonders are staying under wraps for now. You can stay here and have a long quiet wank on your own. After all, that’s what you like most.’

  Roger contemplated his still-tender groin. ‘To be honest, I’m not sure I can,’ he said.

  ‘And that’s the idea,’ said Uschi soberly. ‘Like I said. Mission accomplished.’

  But Uschi was wrong, Roger realised an hour later, as – manly energies restored by a club sandwich and a tiny bottle of minibar wine – he lay alone on the king sized hotel bed, his erection as rampantly desperate for release as it had ever been. His curiosity concerning Kathrin’s ever-changing vital statistics was sated, but Uschi was forgetting the nipples. There were still the nipples to speculate over, in endless masturbatory fantasies. And, explosively satisfying though it had been to lay eyes on the delicious bare nipples of Alice and Sarah, he clung with greedy hands to the mystery of Kathrin’s nipples, those alarmingly thick coat-pegs on their domed areolae mounds, drawing their erratic paths through the air at the extremities of her rubbery, pointed water-balloon breasts, concealed from sight, touch and taste only by an ill-fitting and cotton-thin beige roll-neck. And so it was at nearly 2am, lost in hands-free erotic fantasy, that Roger enjoyed a long overdue orgasm the way he wanted it.

  The next morning at breakfast, Kathrin’s breasts had once again vanished into discreet, businesslike nowhere. Uschi, too, was back in a sensible bra, but of course in her case the support elevated her luscious breasts to their customary height and size. Roger liked the effect both with and without the bra. Much as with Kathrin, it gave him twice the pair of breasts to contemplate at night. Though this morning Uschi had exchanged her usual form-obscuring loose blouse look for a tight V-neck crop top in white, beneath a black blazer, both of which set off complexion, bustline, and cleavage in the optimum light. Was she wearing a little more make-up too? Her hair looked nice.

  The extra effort suddenly made sense when the three of them stepped into the open plan office floor in search of the training room. The staff were all strikingly good looking. The men tall and strapping, the women sexy and carefree. At least by London standards. Apart from Roger’s hand-picked recruits, the London office employees were a dowdy lot, Roger included. But their Germanic counterparts were on the whole younger, healthier, and a great deal more attractive. Though not necessarily all as busty as Uschi and Kathrin, the girls had an effortless femininity about them. He saw straight away that Uschi had anticipated the need to raise her game among her fellow Teutonic beauties and to thus ensure that her good looks would not be upstaged in the presence of the handsome male colleagues, and that Kathrin, conversely, had seen fit to differentiate herself in the opposite direction with her prim professional demeanour.

  Roger’s carefully-cultivated low profile within the organisation had seen to it that despite many years of service this was his first time to visit the head office. He barely even spoke a word of the language.

  In the training room they were met by the course leader Ralf, a ruggedly good-looking fellow in his thirties, who introduced them to the young interns Maren and Mathilde, neither of whom, Roger noted with hidden pleasure, were lacking in the bosom department. Maren didn’t look much older than eighteen or nineteen. She was petite with gently rounded hips, deep red hair cut into a floppy boyish bob, but there was nothing boyish about her chest. Two generous shapely handfuls of bosom quivered with youthful impertinence beneath a grey blouse as she shook Roger’s hand, a smile on her pretty face. Mathilde, dark-haired and dusky like Uschi, appeared not even to be wearing a bra at all, so merrily did her own breasts, similar in size and shape to Maren’s, jiggle under her green sweater in time with the handshake. She looked a little older than Maren, maybe twenty-one.

  Roger sensed an unease in Uschi when she caught his eye. She knew he was thinking about these two fresh pairs of fantasy material, and that after a full day in a room with them his imagination would be working overtime. But her flirtatious desire for lantern-jawed alpha male Ralf was evident, and so now, perhaps, the tables were turned. As the training day dragged on and Roger, struggling to follow the largely German-language presentation, lost himself in idle daydreaming about his two young new fantasy objects, it was clear that Uschi herself – pouting, flicking her hair, crossing and uncrossing her shapely legs for handsome Ralf’s benefit – was not above nurturing a healthy sexual imagination herself.

  But Ralf appeared oblivious, and in any case, Roger was long past getting jealous of other men. He didn’t consider himself attractive. He wasn’t fat, but he was out of shape, and his hair was receding. A lifetime of being ignored by women had taken its toll on his self image, and the fact that he was to all intents and purposes invisible was both the cause and the enabler of his passive sexual existence as a low-level peeping tom. While the girls’ eyes were on Ralf, Roger’s were free to settle on their bounteous bosoms.

  Once the day’s training had ended, Roger was looking forward to getting back to the Hilton to relieve the pleasantly aroused state he had been enjoying for the past eight hours, and was packing his briefcase alongside Uschi and Kathrin when the two interns sidled up and, hands behind back and smiling ingratiatingly, asked something in German. Uschi answered them with a shrug and gestured to Roger.

  ‘What is it?’ smiled Roger.

  Maren took a step toward him. ‘You’re staying at the Hilton, correct?’

  Roger nodded.

  ‘The Hilton has private sauna rooms. They’re brilliant, the best sauna in Frankfurt. Whenever there are visitors to the office who are staying there, we like to ask if they can get us access. Mathilde and I love a sauna.’

  Mathilde grinned and nodded in enthusiastic confirmation, her seemingly braless chest nodding along briskly.

  ‘Well, I don’t know...’

  ‘You approve the expenses, Roger,’ said Uschi.

  ‘I don’t think I can do that,’ said Roger.

  Maren was not to be dissuaded. ‘Your hotel package should include use of the sauna. If you book a private sauna room, we can all use it together, and go as your guests. We should all go as a team! Team bonding!’ She called across to Ralf, a couple of desks away, and he gave a thumbs-up and replied in German. ‘Ralf’s in,’ she said, instantly perking up the attention of Uschi and Kathrin.

  ‘I suppose,’ said Roger with unease. He’d never been in a sauna before. They agreed to meet in the hotel spa reception at 8pm.

  When Roger left the office building, Uschi was already outside waiting for a cab.

  ‘Coming back to the hotel Roger?’ she said. ‘Looking forward to the sauna?’

  Roger looked up and down the street. ‘I should find somewhere that sells swimming trunks,’ he said with a grimace.

  Uschi gave one of her long, low laughs
. ‘Oh Roger. This is Germany. Saunas are nude. And mixed.’

  ‘Th-then...’

  ‘Correct. You and Ralf are going to have your cocks out, and the two interns and Kathrin and I will be baring our tits, asses, and pussies.’ Uschi’s eyes gleamed filthily, her tongue finding its way lewdly between her white teeth.

  ‘Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck.’

  ‘Which is why you’re coming back to the hotel with me now. We have some preparation to do.’

  Uschi shut Roger’s hotel room door behind them while Roger paced toward the window, head teeming with fear and lust.

  ‘What’s going to happen, Uschi? I’ve never...’

  ‘Roger, in about one hour we’re all going to be naked together. Completely, stark naked.’

  ‘Uschi, I’m going to cum. So hard. Right there in front of you all.’

  ‘I know.’

  ‘I haven’t even seen your breasts naked and they still made me cum harder than I’ve ever cum before. And the thought of finally seeing your nipples... and not only that but Kathrin and those two interns... Uschi it’s going to be so embarrassing. Just being naked in front of you is going to be embarrassing enough, you’ll be comparing me to Ralf. And then it’ll get worse, I’ll get hard, I’ll ejaculate... oh god.’

  Uschi placed her rounded bottom on the edge of the bed and patted the duvet next to her, beckoning Roger across to join her. ‘First of all Roger, you’ve nothing to be embarrassed about. Your body is a little out of shape, but I don’t think you realise quite how big you are... down there.’

  Roger looked up. Was she teasing him? He had virtually no frame of reference where other men’s genitalia were concerned, and had no concept of whether he was well or poorly endowed. Not that it mattered, anyway. ‘What do you mean.’

  ‘You’ve got a big dick, Roger,’ Uschi said flatly. ‘Even on the rare occasions when it’s not erect, it’s pretty impressive. So, however well hung Ralf turns out to be, I’m betting you’ll be giving him a run for his money.’

  Roger’s penis surged at the compliment.

  ‘And secondly, you’re not going to cum. Or even get hard.’

  ‘Why not?’

  ‘Because I’m going to make you cum now, as many times as it takes.’ Uschi stood, shrugged off her blazer and threw it onto a chair, then kicked off her heels.

  Roger’s heart raced.

  Uschi fingered the hem of her top. ‘Now, you’re going to see all of our tits pretty much straight away. The changing rooms are mixed. We’re all Germans, we’re all comfortable with nudity. You need to look like you are, too. Go on, get your cock out.’

  As Uschi’s top peeled off to reveal a white balconette bra which snugly encased her generous breasts, Roger shuffled out of his trousers. The sight of Uschi’s bra added another inch to the already painful erection that tented his underpants. ‘Uschi, I’m not going to cope.’

  Uschi turned away and, bending over, wriggled out of her skirt. Her plump, perky buttocks strained at skin-tone lace hotpants. Elastic lace garters around her full thighs held sheer stockings in place. ‘You might come in to the changing room and I’m doing this. Or it might be Kathrin standing in her panties. Or maybe one of those eighteen-year-old students just wearing a top, with their pussy and ass already naked. She turned again to face Roger, who in turn was now fumbling with his shirt buttons. He gazed upon her curvaceous, effortlessly lithe figure. Her hair was still tied up in a loose knot, showing off her graceful neck. ‘And every time one of us bends over,’ Uschi continued, ‘You’ll get a great view down our cleavage.’ She stooped to roll a stocking down, allowing her firm, olive-skinned globes to dangle and jostle in the cups of her brassiere. ‘And our jiggling cleavages are going to make you want a titwank.’ She rolled down the other stocking. ‘And not the kind in a bra, like we did last week. The kind of titwank where both tits are naked, free, and jiggling, motor-boating around your hard dick. It’s all you’re going to be able to think of.’

  Roger pulled down his pants and released his ferocious erection with a shudder that coursed through his entire body. Watery fluid was emitting from its tip already, streaming down the underside of his shaft and drenching his ballsack, sticky and cooling in the air-conditioned hotel room atmosphere.

  ‘I know you’re a breast man, Roger,’ mused Uschi with a raised eyebrow, ‘But let’s just see what effect a lovely lady’s bottom has on you.’ She turned her back on him again, and deftly dropped her hotpants to the floor around her feet.

  Whether it was her buttocks’ vague resemblance to breasts, or whether it was just the sheer perfection of her bottom, Roger’s suffering penis spat a spontaneous warning shot of thick ejaculate through the air which hit Uschi in the back.

  She yelped in response, then giggled. ‘You like my ass?’ she asked over her shoulder, and jiggled her buttocks cheekily. ‘My boyfriends have always loved it, much more than my boobs. They say it feels nice and soft pressed against their hips when they’re taking me from behind. Though none of them ever came in their pants just from looking at it.’

  ‘I’m... I’m sorry,’ mumbled Roger dizzily.

  ‘Don’t apologise, it’s a compliment,’ smiled Uschi, spinning to face him. He gazed down between her legs. Her tousled pubic hair was as thick, dark and luxuriant as the hair on her head. ‘Besides, we need to empty you as quickly and powerfully as we can. Now: tits. Tits, boobs, jugs, hooters, very shortly you’re going to be seeing them all. I was going to wait to show you mine, but circumstances mean you’re getting a preview. I’ll save the bra size for the end of our project, so you’ve still got something to wait for.’ She fingered the bra’s shoulder straps. ‘You ready?’

  Roger wasn’t, but nodded anyway. If he felt absurd standing there in his socks and vest, but neither this nor his genuine fear of suffering a fatal heart attack diminished his overwhelming state of sexual arousal.

  ‘Let’s do this,’ said Uschi, and in one sweeping motion slipped the elasticated straps down off her shoulders and tugged the bra cups down from her chest allowing both bared breasts to surge forth, wobbling voluptuously.

  ‘Good god,’ wheezed Roger as semen flew from his convulsing erection through the air towards Uschi’s naked body, pelting her face, arms, stomach, pubis, and of course her luscious quivering breasts and broad, softly swelling skin-tone areolae and nipples. ‘They’re magnificent.’

  ‘You don’t say.’ Uschi looked down at her nude, semen-garlanded breasts with pride, then looked past them at Roger’s erection which did not appear to be going anywhere. ‘Roger, you’ve got too good at prolonging your orgasms. These hands-free eruptions are impressive and no doubt a pleasurable way for you to pay tribute to a beautiful pair of boobs, but it will never do, not when we’re milking you dry.’ She shimmied her shoulders, giving her sticky breasts a boisterous wobbling jiggle that caused Roger to moan aloud as his post-ejaculatory erection stiffened in response. Still keeping the shimmy-shake going, she descended gracefully to her knees and shuffled forward until the jostling mounds of feminine beauty collided with Roger’s groin, motor-boating his turgid iron-bar erection into hitherto uncharted realms of pleasure. This way and that Uschi’s careening breasts thumped his organ. Roger, barely capable of analytical thought at this point nevertheless could not fail to marvel at how something as dense and firm as Uschi’s luscious bosom could simultaneously be so soft, silken, and yielding. He had titfucked her before, of course, with the counterfeit cum-stain bra holding her assets strictly in place, but it turned out that no such assistance was needed, as Uschi’s breasts had a naturally tight depth of cleavage and an autonomous inertia that took care of matters all by themselves.

  ‘I’ve always wanted to try this,’ Uschi confided, looking up at Roger while she continued to shimmyfuck his straining erection. ‘My boyfriend likes my tits, but not this much. He’ll fuck my cleavage, but he always has to finish off by hand, either himself or with me wanking him off onto my chest. Now I have the biggest tit-fetishist I’ve ev
er met and I can finally use my gifts as nature intended. Lucky me!’

  On cue, Roger unloaded once again, Uschi’s merrily jostling globes sending semen spraying in all directions. He chanced grabbing her breasts with his feverish hands, and to his relief Uschi did nothing to stop him. Heavenly though the motorboatfuck was, he needed to know what a pair of breasts like hers felt like, and as he mashed them around his still-ejaculating penis he savoured with bliss the sensation of gently sinking his fingertips into their smooth, elastic mass.

  ‘Naughty Roger,’ Uschi purred, as the perverted middle-manager kneaded and groped away at her proud womanhood. ‘But, whatever gets you off.’

  ‘Bra size,’ Roger grunted. ‘What size are you? Please.’

  ‘That is still for me to know and for you to find out,’ she wagged a finger as Roger’s final few deliveries of semen pumped up from between her manhandled breasts. She pointed to a patch of boob still un-jizzed-upon. ‘You missed a bit.’

  Roger continued to use Uschi’s substantial breasts to masturbate his sputtering erection to final, messy completion, then reluctantly relinquished his feverish grip and staggered back, extending a thick curtain of translucent semen between the tip of his penis and Uschi’s deep cleavage. ‘Christ Uschi,’ he wheezed. ‘You’re incredible.’

  ‘So are you, Roger,’ sighed Uschi in exasperation, eyeing his semi-erection as she stood. She gave her ejaculate-decorated bosom an exploratory shimmy, and rolled her eyes as Roger’s erection returned, creaking slowly to a forty-five degree angle while his face contorted with pained misery. ‘We’re running out of time, Roger. I’d hoped after cumming twice you’d be bored of my tits but that clearly isn’t the case. And I shudder to think how you’ll react when you see Kathrin’s.’

  Roger moaned with pleasure at the very thought.