Elise surveyed the magnificent castle and grounds. It would be hers most of the time. Who would have ever thought that the two-bit slut she had been for most of her life would morph into what she had become. She was a high priced prostitute, but she had everything she wanted. She knew there might be some hard times ahead, but right now, that didn't worry her at all.
The chief butler knocked on her door and she admitted him. "Orders from Herr Herman," he informed her, "Get on the Gulfstream and fly to Berlin. There you will meet Herr Haas. You are to accompany Herr Haas for two days. You will be his companion and bedmate. Then, fly back here."
"Sounds like fun. I hope this guy isn't a total loser." she thought.
The butler loaded her bags into the Mercedes Benz limo and accompanied her to the airport where she boarded one of Herr Herman's Gulfstream jets. It was off to Berlin!
Another limo met her at the Berlin airport and took her to the best hotel in the city. She was checked in to a large suite with a hot tub and a wet bar. She took a bath and jumped into the hot tub. 30 minutes later the door bell rang and she pressed the remote button. The door opened and there stood a tall Arian looking guy about 40 years old. He didn't say a word he just took his clothes off and joined her in the hot tub.
"You are here to get a proper passport among other things," he announced, "I will be here for two days. I will be sleeping with you. You will then fly back to Frankfurt."
That sounded good to Elise. "Could be worse," she thought.
Herr Haas slid over next to her and gently petted her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked tenderly. One hand slid up her thigh to her neatly trimmed bush. He flicked her clit. She started twitching and moaning as she received the first really good sexual sensations she had had in a while.
"By the way, your new last name is Ecstein. This will appear on your passport. Tomorrow we will take care of that business. Right now, we have to take care of us!" He took her hand and led her away from the hot tub. They dried each other off and headed for the bedroom.
When they got to the huge bed, he laid her down gently and started kissing her legs finishing up at her pussy where he licked and sucked on her clit. She was writhing and quivering under his attentions. He stuck his finger in her vagina and massaged her 'g' spot. She went wild and grabbed his cock, guiding it to her waiting lips. She licked the pre-cum from its tip and then swallowed it all the way to the back of her throat.
"Damn," exclaimed Herr Haas. He had received blow jobs before, but never anything like this! "Don't ever stop," he cried as she bobbed her head up and down on his prick. He had her labia sucked into his mouth and was running his tongue up and down them. His cock started to swell and he knew it wouldn't be long. "Oh, oh, oh!" he shouted as the first blast of warm Arian cum shot down her throat. He had never been brought off this fast, not even his first time.
"OH, CHRIST!" Elise screamed as she came on his face. "I can't wait to see what else he has in mind," she thought as her orgasm wound down.
Herr Haas got up and ordered room service. He and Elise did not get out of bed for 2 days except to get her passport. By the time he escorted her to the airport, he was completely fucked out. Reluctantly, he led her up the steps into the jet. He kissed her hard one more time, then he deplaned and the jet moved to the end of the runway and took off.
As soon as she got to the castle in Frankfurt, the chief butler took her passport. "We must acquire a visa," he explained. Then he was gone.
A week later the butler appeared, presented her passport to her and announced, "You will go to the airport. You will be flying to New York. You will meet Mr. Hansen and do for him what you did for Herr Haas."
She quickly opened the passport and there was a U.S. visa. Her bags were packed for her. The butler gave her another credit card. She took the limo to the airport, once again boarding the Gulfstream. The big business jet thundered down the runway and disappeared into the west.
Mr. Hansen met her at JFK. He escorted her to a limo and they set off for downtown Manhattan.
He had an apartment downtown. It was, of course, a penthouse apartment. The private elevator whisked them up to the penthouse. It was easily the equal of the other residences she had visited. Expensive art adorned the walls. Various pieces of art sat in cupboards around the living area. She noticed that the drapery was all oriental silk. The view was fantastic.
He escorted her around the place. It was around fifteen thousand square feet, she reckoned. He showed her a massive bedroom with a huge silk covered bed. He took her into the 'play' room. There were all kinds of interesting toys in the room and all of them were used for sexual enhancement of one kind or another. She had seen most of them during training on the island.
"Do you like this?" Mr. Hansen inquired.
"It looks interesting," she replied. "By the way, where's the kitchen?"
"If you get hungry, just summon Jeffers. He's a professional chef. We are busy people and don't have much time to mess around cooking. Now, my dear, why don't you get comfortable? My sleeping quarters are your sleeping quarters. We'll visit the play room later."
Elise walked into the bedroom and immediately divested herself of her clothing. She stretched out naked on the bed. How lucky could a girl get?
Mr. Hansen entered the bedroom. "Let's knock some of this New York dust off before we do anything else," he said. He stripped down to nudity.
She noticed he had a nicely shaped cock about 7" long. "Big enough to play with," she thought.
The shower turned out to be another huge room with water jets everywhere. When the water came on it was instantly hot. No warm up. Amazing.
He walked over to her and grabbed her tits. Then he rubbed her pussy. "Let's get soapy," he exclaimed. He started soaping her up with a wonderful smelling body wash. It made her feel warm all over. She soaped him and rubbed his cock. She washed his nuts. She washed his ass and stuck a finger in it. He moaned and moved back onto her finger. She shoved it in to the second joint and twisted it. Then she jerked it out. He almost came when she yanked her finger out of his ass. That hadn't been done to him before.
"Let's get rinsed and get out," he said.
He used big, rough European towels to dry off. As she dried him off she once again rubbed his dick good and hard. He did the same to her tits and pussy. Throwing the towels on the floor, they walked gland in hand to the bedroom.
He jumped in bed and she followed him. "I am yours to command until my boss calls," she informed him, "What do you want to do first?"
"I always wanted a toy like you," declared Mr. Hansen. "I may try to buy you from Herman."
Elise didn't answer him. It made no difference to her who owned her as long as he had bucks. All of Herr Herman's buddies had bucks.
"You are in charge," said Mr. Hansen, "Do what you want."
Elise sprang across the bed and grabbed his balls. She greedily sucked them one at a time and then made a valiant but unsuccessful attempt to gobble both of them up at once. She grabbed them again and slid her hungry mouth over his dick. She deep throated him. He had a wild look in his eyes as she took his whole cock into her throat and started swallowing.
"OH Jesus!" he cried. He had never felt anything like that before. He knew he was going to cum faster than he ever had. He tried to hold it off, but Elise had too much skill. He fired his load down her throat. His dick slipped out of her mouth. "Damn, I have never cum that fast or that hard in my life!" he exclaimed.
She smiled up at him. Not a drop had escaped her sucking gullet. She had swallowed it all. Hansen knew it was going to be a very fun few days. As she grinned at him she tickled his perineum. He twitched. She knew he was going to like whatever she decided on. "Let's do it like missionaries," she suggested.
Hansen had very seldom done it that way so it kind of intrigued him. "Whatever you say sugar, you're driving."
She spread her legs and invited him in. He complied with no hesitation. His cock skidded off her thigh and planted itself solidly in her cunt. She started an action with her pussy muscle that had to be felt to be believed. Her cunt was massaging his cock like a milking machine.
"Oh Jesus," Hansen muttered, "I'll never last long like this!"
"Yes you will," she replied remembering the lessons taught to her on the island. She knew exactly how to bring him right to the brink and keep him there until he was begging for release. She continued to work her pussy on him as he wiggled in an attempt to shove his dick in further. Just as he was ready to cum she clamped down hard with her cunt and stop the motion. She did that five or six times.
Hansen was going out of his mind. He wanted to cum so bad but she wouldn't let him. He had never been at this peak for this long in his life. Still she tortured him with her talented snatch. Finally he cried out, "Please, please let me cum!! You're killing me!" In response the milking sensation increased rapidly. He knew he was going to have the most fabulous climax of his life.
She continued to milk his cock. Suddenly he eyes clamped shut and he tried to drill her through the mattress. He stuffed it in as far as it would go and held still while he off-loaded the biggest gob of cum he had ever produced. He fell to one side as she smiled up at him.
"That's my version of the missionary position," she grinned. "What do you think?"
"That's lethal," he replied as he panted back down to earth. "If you could bottle that stuff you'd have more money than Herman."
"After you recover, let's go have a look at your 'game' room." she smiled.
"Good idea," puffed Hansen. "I should be recovered in a month or two!"
She woke up with a start, not remembering where she was. Then reality set in and she remembered she was in New York with some guy named Hansen. In fact, he was lying next to her and had his finger in her pussy. He was asleep but his finger wasn't. "He must be having a hell of a dream," She thought as she felt his finger wiggling around her G spot. Her pussy was sopping wet. She was approaching orgasm. She grinned. What if he brought her off and never woke up? Too good! She humped his finger. Her dam burst and she flooded the bed with girl juice. Hansen still had not awakened. She enjoyed the feeling of coming down from her orgasm and then drifted off to sleep again.
