In Berlin

He drove along Kurfürstenstrasse in Berlin restlessly, as he often had been lately. For a good hour now, he had been circling the same block again. Past furniture stores, where middle-aged and colored women stood, then the next street, where a rather unpleasant drunk had been standing for a long time. Then right again onto Potsdamer Strasse, where it was rush hour, only to turn back onto Kurfürstenstrasse. He wasn't exactly sure what he wanted to find in the end. He didn't exactly get any joy from destitute drug addicts. He felt sorry for the girls who stood on the curbs with empty eyes, trying to earn money for their next fix, which would allow them to

forget their suffering for a little while and a short time. Besides, he wanted to find a girl who wouldn't threaten his health and would bring him to ecstasy. Again, all the same empty faces.

Soon he stopped near a nice-looking Polish girl and wanted to ask about the price. She opened the car door, smiled at him with unkempt teeth, and immediately said in broken German:

 — Suck, fuck. 50 marks.

He just silently shook his head. So sweet, but upon closer inspection, not quite right. She slammed the door hard and was already walking to the car next to her to repeat the only words she knew in German. No, he didn't want that kind of danger. A bit agitated, he felt that the girl he was looking for should be working non-professionally. What he wanted to do with her, a blowjob or fucking, he didn't know yet.

Meanwhile, he had driven a good 35 kilometers in his little car. When he turned onto the small street again, he immediately braked because a blue Fiesta was in front of him, wanting to park behind. Perhaps, more subconsciously, he realized that the car, which didn't have Berlin license plates, was driven by a man and a young girl. He drove on to continue his search. When he passed the furniture stores again, the couple from the Fiesta caught his eye, walking up the street, constantly scanning it. He saw them appraising the prostitutes standing there. In the rearview mirror, he saw the blonde shake her head and turn to walk down the street again. Since the traffic light was still red, both passed their car. Now, for the first time, he had a chance to get a good look at the girl. She looked very pretty. Long white hair, a slender figure, and a very young face. He couldn't see more because she was wearing a raincoat that hid the details of her figure.

A loud honk reminded him that the light was green, and he needed to go to avoid angering other drivers. He quickly turned the corner.

"Too bad," he thought, "that's exactly what the girl I'm looking for should look like."

But he was sure this sweet little thing wasn't a prostitute. While circling the next block, he saw that both were back in the car, and she was drinking from a bottle. Gradually, the tension grew. He turned onto the street and parked his car behind four cars, behind the Fiesta. He turned off the engine and lit a cigarette. He waited and didn't know what was happening, but one thing was clear: if his opinion of her was wrong, she would find herself a john in ten seconds. So, he had to be first. He noticed the adrenaline gradually building inside him. In his pants, he felt a few drops of passionate desire seeking their way to freedom.

Besides, he felt that his bladder was quite full. Over the last hour, he had drunk two cups of iced tea, which were now making themselves known. Stop and go to the park to take a leak if possible? First, the two in the Fiesta would see him, and he wouldn't be able to watch her from the car anymore, and second, she could come out at that very moment. So, there was only one option: cross his legs and endure!

About 15 minutes later, during which he smoked two cigarettes, he saw the door of the Fiesta open, and the girl got out. She cautiously looked right, left, and remained standing on the sidewalk. Now he couldn't and didn't want to wait any longer. First, he urgently needed to piss, and second, now he wanted to know everything for sure. If he had to stay close all the time, he could ask on the way to smooth things over. He started the engine, pulled out of the parking spot, and slowly drove up to the level of the Fiesta. The girl noticed him and smiled. He smiled back and braked until he stopped. Slowly, looking around, she approached his car and opened the door.

 — Hi, how can I help you? — was her first question.

He looked at her uncertainly. A very pleasant, childlike face. She was at most 18. He hadn't expected such a question, which could mean anything. How should he answer now? Now everything was on the line.

 — I thought, I wanted, uh, maybe you could get in the car?

Now, finally, a way out of the predicament.

 — Yes, that's possible, — she said quietly and got into the car.

 — How much do you charge? — he asked.

 — If you want to sleep with me, I'd like 100 marks, I do blowjobs for 50 marks.

 — OK, if you agree, we'll go to a guesthouse, — he asked and merged back into the moving traffic, — I think it's still too light in the parking lot.

 — If you know a guesthouse, we can go there. By the way, my name is Martina, and yours?

 — I'm Stefan. You, I've never seen you here before, are you new in Berlin?

She answered with a nod, indicating that this topic was unpleasant for her.

The guesthouse was a five-minute drive away, but he enjoyed the ride. They could start getting acquainted. She asked him what he planned to do in Berlin if he didn't even have Berlin license plates on his car. So, she had noticed the plates before getting in the car. Should he be glad that he found a girl who was on the street for the first time? Now he wanted to know for sure.

 — You haven't been doing this for long, have you? Do you need money that badly?

She nodded timidly.

 — I'm from the new federal states. My friend and I have been out of work for a year. And we don't want to lose our apartment. We don't see any other way out.

 — Are you sure you really want this right now?

Asking this, he placed his hand on her leg and slowly caressed the inside of her thighs. She looked at him searchingly, and then said she wanted to do it now.

Meanwhile, they arrived at a small guesthouse and went up to the second floor together. They were met by a young man, to whom they paid 20 marks for the room. The room they got made a decent impression. The bed was made with clean sheets, there was a table to put their things on, and lotions stood on the washbasin. He closed the door behind him and watched as she took off her raincoat. Underneath, she wore a white blouse and a miniskirt. He couldn't know she wasn't wearing a bra. For her firm little breasts, it wasn't necessary. He approached her and gently took her charming buttocks. He pushed the skirt up a little. He felt the smooth satin of her panties. She still hadn't asked him what he actually planned to do. For now, all possibilities were open. He sat on the bed and pulled her onto his lap. He unbuttoned her blouse and began to caress her nipples. She pressed against him and kissed his neck. A pleasant shiver ran through his body. But he noticed he couldn't stay in this position for long. The pressure on his bladder was getting stronger due to the weight of her body.

Meanwhile, he took off her blouse. Martina unbuttoned his shirt. He gently pressed her bare breasts against him. This youthful body exuded a charming scent. He groaned softly. She asked fearfully if she had hurt him.

 — No, everything's fine. But I urgently need to use the toilet. My bladder is about to burst if

you stay on my lap.

She immediately jumped off and sat next to him on the bed. He pulled down her miniskirt and kissed her navel.

 — Please, not so hard, — she said, — I only drank a little in the car for courage, and now I actually need to use the toilet too.

He slowly removed his hand from her breast, moved down her stomach to her slightly parted legs. He caressed her labia through her panties. Suddenly, she squeezed her legs. His hand was firmly trapped in her crotch. His cock in his pants was standing straight up. This situation aroused him so much that gradually everything else became indifferent. He wanted to be with her for as long as possible. Of course, he also knew it would hurt if he had an orgasm because his bladder was full.

With his fingers, he moved the strip of her panties aside and began to caress her pussy. He actually felt that she had become wet. He slowly and gently caressed her clitoris. She squeezed even tighter. Suddenly, she jumped up and said:

 — I'm sorry, but I have to go to the toilet first, I can't hold it any longer.

 — That's not possible, — he replied, — if you leave the room, we'll have to rent it again. Just go in the sink.

After hesitating, she went to the sink. She simply couldn't hold her butt over the sink to pee; the sink was hanging too high. There was only one option: press tightly against it and put her foot on the standpipe. She leaned back and with her hand completely moved her panties aside. He saw the delicate pink labia, which she now spread with her fingers. Nothing was working. He saw her tense her abdominal muscles and strain.

 — I don't think I can pee like this. Besides, no one has ever watched me do this before.

 — Close your eyes, relax, and just think you're in the toilet.

He stood behind her, stroking her back. A slight tremor ran through her body. He embraced the poor thing from behind around her body and caressed her flat stomach. At the same time, he gently kissed her neck.

Suddenly, a very faint sound was heard. A small stream from her pussy began to trickle into the sink. But here she still had difficulty simply letting her golden juice flow into the sink — she had such low pressure in her stream that part of the urine ran down her leg. He watched her carefully through the small mirror to see if she could hold on. When she saw that she was hitting not only the sink but also her leg a little, she tried to press her pelvis even tighter with her back. Because of this movement, her foot slipped from the edge of the sink, and she lost her balance. Keeping his presence of mind, he caught her from behind and turned her toward him so she wouldn't fall. Waving her arms, she tried to find support.

She looked at him a bit panickedly, seeking help. Perhaps from fright, she got cramps, and she wet herself. But since she was still holding onto him with her hands, the hot champagne now ran into her panties. Very quickly, the light-colored panties changed their color and turned dark. Her urine now flowed directly into her panties, evenly distributed on the inside of her thighs, and formed a puddle around her feet. She grabbed her crotch as if she still wanted to hold back a little. The only thing she achieved was wetting her hands. He wasn't satisfied with just this sight. He quickly crouched down to be even closer to her warm source and eagerly inhaled the arousing scent flowing from her slit. Meanwhile, she moved the dripping panties aside and simply continued to pee. Judging by her face, she was now unable to stop until her bladder was empty. He could no longer restrain himself and quickly pressed his mouth to the bubbling source. His tongue went deep into her vagina. The warm champagne filled his mouth. It flowed so quickly that he couldn't swallow it all. The streams of urine pouring into him flowed back out of his mouth. While she slowly finished, he fucked her tongue in the shiny hole. She groaned softly. Asked him to stop. He looked at her in surprise. He felt that she liked it. But the shame of what had happened to her was too great. She began to apologize. He interrupted her and said he had never had such wonderful experiences before. Doubtfully, she looked at him and stroked his cock through his trousers.

 — You, would it bother you if I did the same thing in my pants now? — he unexpectedly asked.

 — I don't know, — Martina replied.

Without thinking long, he simply started to pee. When she saw that he was pissing in his pants, she smiled at him, crouched in front of him, and pulled his stiff cock out of the wet, squelching pants. Now she aimed it so that he pissed directly onto her nipples. The urine spread over her breasts, ran down her stomach toward her pubic area. So, for the second time, her panties got wet.

He tried to aim his stream directly between her legs. She leaned back slightly and again moved her panties aside. Now her wet labia were visible to him. He aimed the stream directly at them. It looked as if part of the urine was flowing out of her pussy. When his stream dried up, she rubbed the last drops over his cock. A few movements were enough for his cock to stand straight again.

 — Please, suck my cock now, — he demanded.

She took her bag, took out a condom, and gently pulled it over his cock. He simply sat on the mat in front of the washbasin and enjoyed the warm moisture on his butt. She leaned over him and carefully took his cock into her mouth. With her tongue, she slowly circled around his shaft. Meanwhile, she firmly sucked on the head, then took his entire spindle into her mouth again.

He felt the cum in his balls was ready to boil over. He couldn't hold back for long.

 — Suck, please suck, — he forced out.

She immediately took his cock and began to rub. With her mouth, she sucked on the head so hard that he stopped hearing and seeing. With an animalistic cry, he came into the condom. About 12 times he pushed out his cum. She held the cock in her mouth and smiled up at him. It was complete madness.

 — Hey, you've been there for 30 minutes, or are you going to pay more?

This was a certain agreement with the room owner. We quickly went to the washbasin and washed up as well as possible. With a few cloths, she wiped the conspicuous large stains on the mat. Both hoped the owner wouldn't enter the room immediately. They really didn't want any trouble. Quickly, they left the guesthouse and jumped into the car. He wanted to take her back to her previous spot.

In the car, he gave her n0 marks. She looked at him in surprise.

 — We only had a blowjob. The rest was a misunderstanding.

 — It was so great, and I'm happy to give you more. And besides, you underestimate yourself; if I'm in Berlin again, and you're on the street again, then you'll come with me.

After thinking, she looked at him:

 — If I really have to continue, you can meet me here on the last Thursday of the month.

With love, he stroked her knee one last time. Her pissed panties were sticking out of her purse. So, she had nothing under her skirt now. The next john would definitely be happy. They said goodbye, and she