A Dirty Dog Does Germany Ch 10

While we were in Germany, Mandi got a large dose of European styles, food, and an even bigger dose of European thinking. She realized that some of the sexual mores of Europeans were very different from the way she grew up back home.

Her introduction into partying with another couple was her first foray into more moderate sexual play that she probably would never indulge in when we were in the states. Her scene with the aerobics instructor was as kinky as she had ever gotten. She was also much less jealous of me in Europe, and as she later told me, she had a couple of flings of her own.

All this talk about attitude, though, leads to a birthday present she gave me the second year we were there. As I have mentioned before, Mandi was physically incapable of doing anal without being pretty well drunk and semi-passed out. She knew I loved this and we would occasionally try, and usually fail.

Since I had kept my doggin' around to a few select ladies and she didn't know about any of it, she planned a surprise for my birthday. I had initially wanted to take a trip to the French Riviera, Nice or Cannes, but she couldn't get away from work. This left her with a dilemma that she solved, much to my surprise.

Mandi started teasing me for about a month ahead of my birthday, asking me what I wanted, and then if I mentioned something told me, "No, that's not right. Try again." It got pretty frustrating, wondering what she had up her sleeve. She seemed awfully eager to tease me to no ends as well. Once during the teasing she mentioned if I was man enough for two women. I scoffed and asked why. She casually dropped the subject, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

I blew it off as some more posturing on her part. Little did I know how true this was to become. As it got closer to my birthday, the teasing eased off, so I started trying to get her to tell me what she was getting me. I guessed at all kinds of things, with everything being derisively thrown back at me.

"You'll never guess in a thousand years, but when I tell you, you'll just shit," she continually replied.

I finally quit asking about a week prior to my birthday. A couple of days ahead of "My Day" she took me out to dinner at a restaurant that served Greek foods, actually run and staffed by Greeks. The food was wonderful. The souvlaki was incredible. They served a shot of Ouzo as soon as you sat down to order.

I thought this was my birthday present, but Mandi was slyly quiet and hinted that I shouldn't get so quick to assume. This tease was getting maddening. That night when we were in bed, I had just finished eating her to a couple of sheet pulling, sweat drenched orgasms. As I eased up her body I began to tease her with about half my cock, knowing she almost hated when I did this, especially when she was really horny.

The oral sex had her almost begging for me to push all my cock into her immediately. But I held back, teasing her until I whispered that I wasn't going anywhere further until she told me what I was getting for my birthday. This got me nowhere, as she laughed, clung to my ass and let me continue poking her with half a cock until I couldn't stand it myself, and plunged full length.

She got another orgasm in about 5 strokes, and I was right behind her. So much for my little tease! After I finished, she cuddled against me, chuckling under her breath.

"I guess you're happy with yourself?" I asked.

"Well, I quite enjoyed myself. As many times as you eat my pussy, I can't ever get enough," she told me quietly. "I also kicked your ass when you were trying to tease me, too!"

I groaned, knowing she was right. I wondered what teasing would come next. But she didn't tease. She casually slipped out of bed and disappeared into the apartment. I heard her walking around with a purpose, and was happy when she returned with a couple of beers.

Mandi handed me a beer and the opener. I popped mine, took hers, and opened it. We sat on the bed and quietly sipped our beers. I slowly stroked her back, occasionally teasing a breast and nipple. She responded with a smile, and let me explore as I wanted. When I ducked a hand into her crotch, she gently pushed my hand away.

"Too soon," she admonished.

I wasn't up for anything else so I gently stroked her back and ass. She eased down on the bed and made quiet noises of satisfaction as she continued sipping her beer. We calmed down, mellowed down, and just enjoyed the quiet.

Mandi broke the silence with a question, asking, "You did get your birthday off work, didn't you?"

I quickly replied, "Yes. What does that have to do with my present?"

She just smiled a little, devilish, eye twinkling smile, and said, "When you get home from work tomorrow, I will give you your present, but you can't use it until your birthday."

This made me even more curious now. What in the world could she get me and give me ahead of time that I couldn't use until my birthday? I thought of tickets to some event, or maybe a river cruise, maybe a concert, but was at a loss. I decided to give up and wait.

"I give up," I blurted out. "But this better be good."

Retaining her devilish smile, she quipped, "You're gonna shit!"

We went to bed after a little TV, and I dropped off almost immediately. Work the next day was excruciating. I was still at a loss to guess what my present was. My mind was racing all day and I couldn't wait to get home. I finally called Big Joe and asked him if I could take off early. He was in a jolly mood and told me to split.

It didn't do me any good. Mandi was still at work. I beat her home. I rummaged around the house in case she might have hidden a clue or something. I was almost going nuts when she finally got home. As soon as she hit the door, she took one look at my face and started laughing.

"I bet you came home early and did a shakedown of the house," she said amusedly.

(NOTE: My first 6 years in the military were spent as a maximum security correctional officer, so when I "shook a place down" there was nothing left to hide)

"Why would I do that?" I demurred innocently.

"Don't bullshit me. You didn't find anything either, did you?" she laughed.

"Okay, okay, you got me. Now give it up," I whined.

She laughed again, and commanded, "Get me a cold beer first, and help me with my shoes."

I decided to play along, and fetched the beer, then removed her shoes and socks, and for good measure, rubbed her tired feet.

"Oh yeah," she moaned, "I'll give you about a half an hour to stop."

"Sorry, but I turn into a pumpkin in 30 minutes," I joked.

Mandi chuckled and finally said, "Hand me my purse."

She took the bag from me and began to dig around. I thought she was looking for her cigarettes, when she suddenly looked aghast and cried, "Oh shit! Your present's missing."

"Real funny," I relied sarcastically.

"It would be funny if I were joking. I'm not," she whispered.

The look on her face told me a lot. Mandi jumped to her feet, grabbed the bag, and emptied it on the dining room table. She rummaged through all the flotsam and jetsam that ordinarily occupied her purse. She searched the zipper pockets inside and out. Nothing!

Finally, she made a mad dash to our coat schränk, which I had checked during my search, and after a few seconds, exclaimed, "Gotcha!"

I had the feeling she was playing me again. I had searched all the coats and jackets in that schränk, finding nothing. But she persisted, smiling from ear to ear. She strutted back into the living room defiantly, grabbed her beer, and took a long draw. Reaching into her sweater pocket, she extracted her cigarettes and with exceeding patience, lit one.

She had what appeared to be a business card in her hand, purple on one side and pink on the other. She casually smoked her cigarette, grabbed another drink of beer, and walked over to the Cleopatra lounger and proceeded to lay back and get comfortable. When she looked at me, finally, she noticed my patience was wearing thin.

She finally asked, "Are you ready to shit your pants?"

"Sure," I snapped sarcastically, "I can't wait."

In spite of my mood, she smiled at me, handed me the business card, and said, "Happy birthday, baby."

I looked at the card carefully. It had a German name and address, with hearts and other decorations on it. On the pink side was handwritten, "Elga und Domine" and below was written "vier stunden." I turned the card over and noticed for the first time that it was the name of an erotic business. I thought she had decided we would have an afternoon at some sort of spa that catered to couples, but was still curious about why there were two names written on the back and the words for "4 hours."

I looked at Mandi and she was grinning ear to ear.

"Happy birthday," she proudly exclaimed.

"Thank you," I replied. "Is this some erotic spa we are going to get massages and we can fool around in some exotic scenario?"

"What's it say on the back?" she asked.

"It has what looks like the names of two females and four hours," I answered.

"That isn't for us," Mandi exclaimed. "It's only for you."

I got a really interesting thought, but wasn't sure so I kept my cool. She couldn't be telling me that I would have the services of two women for four hours of total debauchery. My mind started spinning, and my cock began to grow almost immediately.

Mandi chuckled, and amusedly quipped, "You better save that hard on for tomorrow. You're going to need it!"

Surely it wasn't true. I was holding a business card from an erotic business, with two female names on it and the annotation "four hours." No, she didn't. She wouldn't. She couldn't have. It was too much to hope for. The look on my face must have said what I was thinking.

"I wanted you to have something you had never had, a leisurely romp with two women. And I told them that you really like to go around the world, and especially like to end up in da' butt. So the manager talked to about 10 girls there and they all talked for a minute or so and finally settled on these two girls on the card. You had better come home and not want sex for at least 3 days."

I was stunned, almost speechless.

"My birthday present is four hours of unabashed, unadulterated, no holes banned sex with two women?"

Mandi giggled, and said, "Could you just shit?"

I jumped up, grabbed Mandi, pulled her almost violently off the lounger, spun her around in a circle two or three times, and set her down, landing a slobbery kiss on her lips. She looked a little dizzy but was still grinning.

"Yes I could shit!" I screamed. "Whatever made you think of doing something like this?"

"Let me sit down," she exclaimed.

I backed away, and as Mandi started to sit down again, noticed my cock was semi-hard and getting harder.

"Save that for tomorrow," she giggled. "Unless you think you can't have fun tomorrow after I wear you out tonight."

"Not likely," I retorted, "I do recover quickly."

She noticed the leer, smiled, and said, "Well, let me get a couple of beers down first, and we'll see if I can't give you something to think about before you go to your birthday present tomorrow!"

I made a mental pact to do her a great job, starting with a massage, and maybe even break out some champagne. She read my thoughts, because she immediately said, "I sure could use a nice, long, all over massage."

I told her, "Stay right here."

I got Mandi a refill, and left her on the lounger. I hustled up a quick snack meal, put a bottle of champagne in the freezer for a quick chill, and returned. We ate almost as if we had all the time in the world. Mandi lingered over her food, enjoying it as I kept her happy with any refill or add some food as needed. She was feeling the queen bee for sure, and couldn't erase the smug look on her face.

After dinner, we took the champagne and headed for the bedroom. I lit some candles, heated a pot of water while she undressed, and I put some good massage oil in the pot to warm. Mandi stretched out on the bed like a lazy cat, sipped some champagne, and as soon as I got out the hot oil and began to rub her back, she almost purred like a kitten.

I did a thorough massage, we drank champagne, and Mandi decided she want to do a 69. She took more of me down her throat than she usually did. And somewhat unusually, she got a screaming orgasm as I ate her. This didn't happen very often in this position. Even better, she asked me to come for her while we were still in a 69, so I went after her pussy with even more zeal, enjoying the reciprocation.

She was exhibiting so much enthusiasm I got fired up and finally signaled that I was about to cum. She normally wasn't big on getting a load in the mouth, but she doubled her efforts and I soon shot a load down her throat just as she began to get her second orgasm. Uncharacteristically, she swallowed me down without missing a beat. Maybe she should hire me a couple of hookers more often. But I digress.

We lay in bed for a while afterwards until I recovered, and she climbed on top me and after doing a wonderful job of showing off her tits to me and playing with them, then occasionally playing with her clit and fingering herself, I got hard again and she quickly stuffed me in her pussy, riding to her heart's content.

Mandi knew I liked to at least watch her ass if I couldn't have any of it, so she turned around and began to hump me ferociously. Her butt was flexing mightily, and her poor butthole was actually flexing open. As Mandi neared another orgasm, she slowed down for a minute, grabbed the lotion, and greased up two fingers.

As she began to ride me again, she started fingering her ass. She played with my cock through the wall between her pussy and ass, and this got me going again. In a couple of minutes I was on the verge of another orgasm. She felt this and got even more physical, reaming her asshole with two fingers and bouncing on me like I was her personal trampoline.

I exploded into my second orgasm. Mandi wasn't far behind, begging me to hold on for another minute for her. I did, still enjoying watching her play with her anus, and she followed up with a screaming orgasm of her own.

She fell back on the bed, exhausted, panting like a dog. I offered her some more champagne, and she gratefully accepted, slowly sipping between breaths. When we finally calmed down, she quietly talked to me.

"You enjoy yourself tomorrow. I talked to the manager and she told me the kinds of things you could bring with you, and what things the girls might like as a tip. We'll get you fixed up in the morning."

I kept quiet and let her talk.

"Since you really like anal so much, I made sure you would be able to do that. The manager was amused but not the least bit surprised. I also told her you had a really nice cock, way bigger than average. Apparently the average for Germans is a bit smaller than the average for Americans. When I showed her your approximate size, a couple of the girls said that was way too big for them to do anal. I told them I knew how they felt."

Mandi had to stop and laugh at this.

"One of the girls on your card, I don't know which, jumped at the chance to have something your size in her butt. I hope she has fun! Anyway, I hope you have a good time, and your gift to me is to not bug me about getting some butt for at least 3 months. That will make it worth what I am paying."

I suddenly felt a surge of love well up inside me, and I felt a little guilty about the doggin' around I did, but, naturally, not for long. I kissed Mandi some more, thanked her, and we finally went to sleep.

When I woke, even though it was my birthday and I didn't have to work, I hit the kitchen and made Mandi and me a hearty breakfast of German sausages, brotchens, eggs, fruit, and chilled some more champagne. Mandi was a bit groggy when she woke, and needed a good breakfast.

While we ate, she told me about the conversation at the, call it, maybe, a brothel with amenities. She said the manager, a woman in her early 60's, was very nice, wasn't the least bit judgmental, and they got along very well. Mandi had paid the fee in cash, German marks, and told the manager that I would leave a nice tip, and asked her what sort of things the girls might like.

The list was relatively short: cigarettes, of course, Jack Daniels, naturally, other American liquors, exotic chocolates, and jewelry. I drew the line at jewelry, but after breakfast, before Mandi had to go to work, I ran over to the kaserne and got 2 cartons of Marlboro cigarettes, 2 each 1.5 liter bottles of Jack Daniels, some other liquor, and 6 bottles of decent champagne. Mandi also mentioned that I could bring some snacks if I wanted.

I picked up some caviar and some nice crackers, some fresh brotchens, some German cold cuts, and a couple of bottles of wine. I packed the food into a small cooler, along with the champagne, so it would be chilled for the afternoon, and packed the other items in a box.

I helped Mandi get ready for work, and she gave me a big, sloppy, tongue lashing kiss, grabbed my ass, and told me to have the time of my life, and wanted to hear every detail when she got home in the evening. Before she went out the door, she turned, dug into her purse for a second, and pulled out a box of 10 condoms, handing it to me.

"You have to use these today," she said with a smile, "or you don't get any sex!"

I chuckled and said, "Thanks. Keeps me from bringing anything home with me either!"

She just laughed and waved, closing the door behind her. Since I was expected around 1300, I hit the shower and scrubbed down, all the nooks and crannies. I cleaned my ears and checked for hair, clipped the nose hair, trimmed the pubes (something I usually did but was also in need of), and laid out some comfy clothes that were easy to get rid of. Sandals for the feet, cool, a spritz of Aramis in all the right spots, just lightly wiped on by hand.

I dried my hair, and suddenly chuckled at the pains I was going to. 'Damn, they're paid for' I thought to myself. But then again, I didn't need to be an asshole. As an American, I wanted them to see me in my best light. I didn't want to be "The Ugly American!"

I gathered my cooler and box and headed to the parking garage. After a brief, uneventful drive I arrived. There was one car in the visitor parking lot. I went to the door and rang the bell. A lovely older woman opened the door. As I stepped inside, I noticed it was 1250 exactly.

The woman shook my hand and introduced herself as Freida. She also asked if I was Herr #$&*%. I said "Ja," and asked how she knew. She told me that an America military man was always exactly 10 minutes early. She apparently must have a fairly large and regular contingent of Americans who plied the trade there. Freida spoke reasonably good English.

I told her I had left my packages in the car, and would retrieve them once I found out where I would be spending the afternoon. She told me it was no problem, and pressed a buzzer under the counter. A young Turkish girl appeared from nowhere, dressed in a jumpsuit and sandals. She spoke to the girl in Turkish, just a quick spate of words, and the girl looked at me with her hand out.

"Your keys, please," Freida said.

It took a second to realize she wanted my car keys. I handed them to the young girl and she quickly disappeared out the door. Freida explained that the girl's mother worked there, and while she didn't want her in the trade, she needed to earn some money. She did basic chores and ran errands. I had my items in a few seconds.

Freida excused herself for a moment and stepped to a phone at the desk, picked it up and dialed a couple of numbers. She spoke quietly and quickly into the phone and hung up. She smiled at me and said to pick up my things.

As I grabbed my cooler and box, I noticed two people coming from around the other side of the counter/office. As they came into view, I noticed that it was 2 fine looking women, one blond, one dark brunette. Neither looked older than 25-27 years old, and could have easily just stepped from the water at the local schwimmbad. They were wearing identical short silk robes and showed a lot of long, interesting leg. The robes had a deep V which showed a lot of cleavage.