Chapter Nine: Erste Nutte
"Achtung! Achtung," Nutte yelled as she continued to rub my face in the gunk. I had no idea what she said and simply followed her lead as best I could. I blubbered and sputtered into the satin while trying to remain pliable for this rough German tom-boy. She wasn't shy about twisting and yanking on my balls along with my hair. She had me crying in moments, but I never once tried to escape.
"Hinunter! Hinunter," Nutte barked. Seemed the more I ceded the rougher my handler became. I finally found myself yanked backwards, pulled along and off the bed by my balls. Nutte pulled me to the floor and kept me on my knees with my head lowered. Then she maneuvered me to a white ottoman that looked very much like a large base drum. "Oben! Oben," She barked again, while forcing me to climb up onto it. Did she need to always yell ou two words, so abruptly? She situated me with my hands and my knees teetering on the edge. It was a close fit, and I gripped the ottoman's edging to keep balance once Nutte let go. My hands and knees were no more than six inches apart and I saw myself as the circus elephant balancing on a beach ball.
When Nutte let me go I lifted my head to look around. I felt awkward, kneeling as I was, a prized pet on a pedestal. I was prostrate before a complete stranger, in a most vulgar position, and ignorant of my immediate future. I kept adjusting my weight from hand to knee, knee to hand, and all around. I was drooling, dripping, sweating and oozing from every pore and hole, like Pavlov's dog, an experiment gone berserk. I was trembling, blushing, excited and scared out of my mind. I was still woozy from last night, my head still pounded as the world spun about. My mouth had gone dry and I had to pee. Worse still, I had to take a dump. I looked around and saw Nutte returning, pushing a wheeled cart. Oh where was my Colleen, the one I loved? This was a most degrading experience and I needed her.
Nutte was a fair skinned, blond haired, blue eyed Arian female. Her features were those of an Amazon warrior, hardened by battle yet softened by a positive self-image and Max Factor. She was short and slender, without breasts or hips. She was long limbed and her hair was trimmed very short, very butch. She was fitted into a white body suit that was stretched tight and almost disappeared. She wore white knee high leather boots and matching elbow length gloves. She stood tall, shoulders back, chin up and she moved gracefully. When she looked into my eyes, I was forced to turn mine down under the weight of shame.
I looked for Colleen, hoping to spot her somewhere. I didn't understand why we hadn't 'fucked' last night. I thought sex to be what relationships were made of. Sure I had a lot to learn, but I couldn't believe how dumb I was. I knew there was a lot to relationships and decided to make this one work regardless of the price. I would soon be married to the prettiest lady on earth and sex would come often after that; at least that's how I saw it. I had to pee and poop so bad I started to fidget and panic. I puckered my anus tight and held it taut. I watched Nutte approach and looked down at the items on the cart. Oh where was my Colleen?
I saw a stainless-steal bowl, a jar of cream and towels. Nutte picked up the jar and opened it. She placed the lid aside and used two fingers to scoop out a large wad of the cream. It was a thick white substance and she smiled at me as she placed the jar down. I looked at the fingers-full of gunk when Nutte held them up for me and then I swallowed with apprehension. Nutte snickered and Colleen returned, dressed and ready for work. With mouths open, Nutte and I both watched her approach.
Colleen was a radiant angel who moved as if on a cloud descending from heaven. She traveled on legs created for worship and I hoped to be at her feet soon. She wore a short dress the color of a Georgia peach. It was completely transparent and clung to her body like a layer of wet tissue paper. She was without underwear of any type and looked like something out of the dirtiest magazine I'd ever found, very sleazy, an utter whore. God, I loved it. I started panting and my hard-on swelled with ever more desire –and all of a sudden, jealousy? Colleen's hair was brushed back and yet rather wild. Her lips and her fingernails were fire-engine red. She balanced on a pair of outrageously high pumps the same color as the dress. She wiggled as she sauntered up to us, every curve moving in perfect erotic harmony. If only someone would have touched me then and there, I'm sure I'd have experienced my third authentic orgasm.
Colleen came to stand before me. Her breasts were level with my eyes and I starred at her nipples. They wouldn't have been more visible if she were naked. Her hand came to my chin with a hanky for protection and she lifted my face to hers. She grabbed my eyes and spoke tersely, while Nutte walked to my behind.
