Outcall: Frankfurt

Their names were Hanz and Franz. Perhaps if you'd met them at the gym, they'd be there to pump you up. But instead, you were a whore, and they were johns. They were just there to pump you full of seed.

Franz was Austrian, brown hair tousled over his head. He guided people up and down the Alps, and was wiry strong, with a thick seven inch cock. Hanz was a local, a German man with blonde hair, tanned skin, and almost nine inches of thick uncut prick. You heard their friend, a foppish French male, down the hall getting reamed by Bruna. His squeals of ecstasy distracted you, to the irritation of Franz.

"Focus," he said, slapping your head sharply. You shook your head, clearing out the cobwebs, and your ass tightened up on Hanz's dick.

"Fuck," the blonde growled, holding his meat balls deep in you while your asswalls massaged his meat. "Great ass."

"Thanks Daddy," you slurred, drooling over Franz's pecker, before wrapping your soft lips around it, and using all of your skill as you bobbed up and down. Franz came first, yielding to your ministrations, and then sat and drank a beer while he watch Hanz own your tight brown Cuban ass.