The Billionaire's Doctor Pt. 01

The billionaire's doctor

The journey starts

Actors

Doctor Holger Heidenheim--celebrity doctor, young, handsome, open-minded

Konrad Bergemann--retired multi-billionaire, almost 60, enterprising, and mysterious

Camilla, his wife--30 years younger, beautiful, boyish, and not averse to adventure

Sandra, his daughter, 28, very feminine, was unhappily in love and sought comfort.

Judith, his secretary--40, the most beautiful of all, inscrutable, an organizational genius

Gloria Countess von Greifberg--no longer quite young, Heidenheim's great support--he returns the favor in bed.

Corinna, Heidenheim's receptionist--and lover--misses him even before his departure.

The phone rang at the most inopportune time. I had just folded Corinna's white coat up over her magnificent buttocks, exposed the two crescents, and pushed the mini briefs down when it began to clang. She was lying prone over the desk with the best view of the display.

"Who the hell is that now?" I asked, panting, and brought my pecker to bear right in front of her dripping wet pussy, which I had massaged a bit before.

"The Countess Greifberg!"

"Shit, then take off!"

"Fine, but wait!"

How could I wait when the glans had already driven her thick labia apart and was halfway in the hot channel?

The moment Corinna said, "Good day! Praxis Doktor Heidenheim," I groaned, and she couldn't help the last part of my name sounding a bit moaned and louder than normal.

"Oh, Countess Greifberg"--the" "oh" also came more intensely than usual. That was probably because at that very moment I deposited the full length of my cock on her.

"No, this is extremely inconvenient right now. He's in the middle of an important examination. I can't get him out of there," the slut said, and I had to control myself not to let out a snort.

"Yes, Countess, of course, I'll pass the word!"

She threw the phone on the fork and turned her head back. "Are you crazy? I told you to wait. What if she's noticed something?"

"Then she'll have the utmost understanding; she's a horny bitch herself, and now shut up!"

I grabbed her by her gorgeous hips and began to fuck her properly, the way she loved it. That was the advantage of our practice. I had no walk-ins, only patients who came by appointment, and Corinna, my receptionist, was excellent at inserting breaks every now and then where we could fuck carefree.

She was a great girl, fantastically built with perfect curves and especially a dreamlike ass. That's why that was our preferred position--her over the desk and me on her from behind.

Sometimes I fucked her ass like that too, but only when we had a lot of time, usually in the evening, after the last patient. Today it was just a quickie between two appointments, but no less nice. She clung to the edge of the table and cheered me on, "Come on, Holger, fuck me, I'm almost ready. Come on, yes, come deep!"

We were well rehearsed, and it mostly went the same way. I fucked her to one or two horny orgasms, and then she turned around and crouched down in front of me.

Today was no exception. After she came, panting and with trembling legs, she pushed me back, got down on her knees, and grabbed my cock, jerking it with her mouth half open and her second hand on my balls.

"Come on, squirt!" She heated me up: "Squirt in my mouth, give me your juice!"

She knew when it was time, of course. She could feel my legs stiffening and my thighs twitching. Always at the right moment, she put her full lips over the glans and let herself be pumped full. Routinely she swallowed one load after the other, licked me until nothing more came, and after a kiss on the tip of my cock, she stood up. She arranged the smock that highlighted her figure so great and watched me pack my dick and pull up my pants.

Of course, I was not the only one she fucked. She had a boyfriend, "nothing steady," as she said, and a lover--a Black guy who sometimes picked her up when her so-called significant other was out. This was a huge guy whose dick was apparently enormous. Anyway, she reported that unabashedly: "Boah, yesterday I thought he'd tear my snatch. Today only goes in the back, Holger. Pussy needs a rest!"

Yes, she was a wild sweeper, but a top performer, an eye-catcher for my male patients, and also a nice guy. The fact that we fucked was also an expression of our friendship--we liked each other, and we both enjoyed these shepherd's hours very much.

"What did she want?" I asked when we got back on duty.

"She's expecting you for dinner tonight to make an important announcement. It seems you'll have to take it!"

I puffed out my cheeks, "Oho! Well, let's see. Maybe she has news about Bergemann!"

She made a sad face, "I hope not!" she said and immediately improved, "Sorry, but the thought that I won't get to see you for a whole year is terrible for me!"

I gave her a hug, "Oh come on, honey - it would be a year of paid vacation too, think about it!"

"Yeah, but without you and," now she grabbed my crotch, "and him, that's really a punishment!"

I laughed, "Well, you really don't have to complain about lack of utilization, with your two stallions!"

"Oh you're stupid, with you it's finally something else. I like you!"

That was it again - we just had a very special relationship.

I gave her a kiss, "Let's wait and see what Countess Greifberg wants. Maybe it's a rejection!"

"Yes, or she just wants to fuck, with her young celebrity director!"

That was also possible. She was my most loyal patient and pioneer of my career. Her fantastic connections in Berlin society opened numerous doors for me, and I had her to thank for a significant portion of my patient base.

The price for this? Every now and then she would invite me in and keep me there until the next morning. That really wasn't a bad thing, because despite her nearly sixty years, she was still a woman with charisma, sex appeal, and a well-groomed, exciting body. The only problem was her almost insatiable lust. A night with her meant hard work, because she did not get enough and demanded the whole man.

So it was with mixed feelings that I drove to her palace, not far from Ku'damm, which had been in her family for centuries.

Berthold, the somewhat decrepit butler, received me with an implied bow and a quiet smile. When asked, "How is the Countess today?" it deepened into what was actually an insubordinate grin, and he replied, "I don't think it could be better, Doctor!"

Of course he knew, of course he hadn't been unaware of my nightly sojourns with his mistress, even though she had always sent him away after dinner, usually with the words, "I'll let Herr Doktor Heidenheim out myself!"

This was true, but it happened only at six or half past six in the morning, a time when butlers on duty had long been awake and heard when the heavy front door slammed into the lock.

I was not bothered by his connivance; on the contrary, I had the feeling that he quite welcomed it when I prepared a few pleasant hours for the countess.

"Doctor Heidenheim!" he announced at the door, and with a polite wave of his hand asked me to enter.

She was seated at the top of a long table in the dining room, which, darkly paneled and illuminated by two huge chandeliers, looked more like a knight's castle than a city palace. In general, I could not understand how such a life-affirming person could live in this gloomy building, surrounded by oil paintings of her husband's ancestors. The count had been dead for many years - killed in a car race - and had left her alone, heavily rich but lonely. Of course, she had never remarried, though not yet 40 at the time and certainly a beautiful woman. Apparently she always helped herself to guys like me, thus satisfying her undoubtedly enormous hunger for sex.

She spent her time in contemplation, a great deal of gymnastics in a specially equipped gym in the back of the house, and at various receptions. She also enjoyed traveling, usually accompanied by her friend, Baroness Brausberg, a lady of similar age, appearance, and probably similar appetites. I was pretty sure that the two of them had already had one or two adventures together. However, I had never come in contact with the Baroness, she swore by Doctor Willibald, my old and only real competitor in this line of work.

"Countess, you look fantastic!"

I kissed her hand and looked at her with a smile. Her narrow face was inconspicuously made up; her blue eyes shone brightly and youthfully. She wore her blond hair pinned up--it would only fall later, still thick and curly over her round shoulders. The somewhat pointed nose gave her a stern look on the one hand, but on the other hand it gave her that hungry, almost greedy touch that women of her age possess whose libidos are still active.

Her delicate fingers were perfectly manicured, her nails painted pale pink, and her white blouse cut just enough to avoid appearing revealing. Nevertheless, she offered the viewer a glimpse of her cleavage, which showed tiny wrinkles towards the base of her breasts but was still quite presentable. So were her breasts, by the way, which, though already somewhat sagging, still had so much firmness that it was fun to squeeze them or bury one's face between them.

"Oh, you flatterer! What more can I do than strive to add a little luster to the old masonry? Believe me, it's getting harder every day!"

"But it is crowned with success every day!"

Outside the bed, we were without exception by ""you"--it worked completely automatically, and neither of us had made a single faux pas.

"Sit down, dear doctor, here, next to me!"

She pointed to a chair to her right, in front of which, as well as in front of her, was a place setting.

"I have good news, my dear, very good! But let's have a drink first. There's saddle of venison, and I've asked Berthold to decant a good Bordeaux. You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course. You know my passion for your fine wines, Countess!"

She smiled insinuatingly, and I knew she had understood me.

"Yes, only too well, my dear, and there's plenty of it again today, never fear."

She didn't tease me, she was far too pleased with herself for that. After a sip of the lovely red wine, we set the glasses down and she confidentially placed a hand on mine, "Tomorrow at fourteen o'clock you have an appointment. He wants to sniff you out, that is, of course, he and his wife, that terribly vulgar woman. But he won't decide that without her, and if I may give you some advice, take this tramp for yourself, even if it's hard."

I nodded with a serious face, like an obedient student when the teacher is talking at him. At this I thought of the numerous pictures in various magazines and on the Internet, and on them Ms. Camilla Bergemann looked fantastic. Well, she had been a receptionist in a hotel on the island of Sylt, where her later husband had stayed during a conference, but that didn't say too much about her intellect or character. Of course, she was 30 years younger than him, only two years older than his daughter, and she spent his money with full hands, but there was really enough of it.

Of course, for a lady like the Countess, Camilla Bergemann was not befitting her station. She, too, belonged to those people who believe that money ennobles. At least that was true of the super-rich real estate tycoon Wilhelm Bergemann, a self-made man by any other name. Through clever investments, the former apartment broker had made a fortune of billions.

She had known him for years, had been friends with his first wife, who had drowned while sailing, and remained a loyal friend, even after what she saw as an ill-fated marriage. A few years ago, it had created a fierce buzz in the press. Logically, when a nearly 60-year-old billionaire marries a 30-year-old receptionist, it's food for the media.

But the two had endured it unscathed and, as I found, with a great deal of humor. They had continued to attend all their appointments, to appear in public, and to enjoy their lives--mostly as a couple. Sometimes, however, they were seen apart. He was an enthusiastic hunter; she loved golf and now and then took over the patronage of a tournament.

A few weeks ago, the Countess called me in great excitement and told me that Bergemann wanted to retire from his professional life and take a one-year trip around the world to gain some distance. He was planning to do this with his entire family, servants, and friends and would also like to have a doctor with him. He felt better not having to worry about his health and the health of the whole entourage. At their last meeting, he had asked the countess if she could recommend a reliable and resilient physician to him.

"Of course, I immediately thought of you, dear Doctor Heidenheim. Would that interest you?"

I laughed, "Of course, Countess, but only if you help me find patients for my practice again when I return. I think I will be resented if I dismiss them so easily!"

"You just let me worry about that. I promise that I will help you; that goes without saying, and," at this she paused a little, and I could see her smirking in my mind's eye, "and not entirely unselfish either. After all, I also want you back as a doctor and... well, you know!"

Anyway, I didn't think it would be particularly difficult for me to be nice to Bergemann's wife. But the Countess was already talking further: "I also found out a little about the itinerary. You start in New York, then Canada, Alaska, and Moscow. From there on to China--Beijing and Shanghai--and Japan. Everything else you want to decide according to mood and weather. There will probably be about 10 or 15 people who will be with them all the time, and friends will accompany them for a while."

"You too, Countess?"

"Yes, of course. Do you think I can stand a year without my personal physician? You won't get rid of me so quickly. An examination in between is a must, no matter where in the world!"

She squeezed my hand, which she had held all the time, and I said, "How nice, Countess. But it's not out yet that I'll get the job!"

"My dear boy"--she had never said this before--"when I say it's a go, it is. As I said, a few kind words to Camilla and you are engaged. Don't overdo the niceness, though. I'm pretty sure if you do, she'll end up in your bed faster than you can count to three!"

I acted surprised. "Honestly? Do you really think she would cheat on her husband?"

Now she laughed, and mischievousness flashed in her eyes. "Dear Doctor, even I would sleep with you if my husband were alive; I can tell you that. So why not Camilla?"

I made an astonished face, and she smiled, "Yes, don't look like that. You are a great man now. And don't worry, as far as I know, there will be other pretty ladies at the party. Do you know Judith, Bergemann's secretary?"

"No, I don't know anyone on his staff. After all, I've only met him once, and he probably doesn't even remember that!"

"Oh, you're mistaken. When I mentioned your name, he immediately asked, "Isn't that that black-haired Longinus from your reception last fall?" He had remembered exactly!"

Berthold and Frederike, the pointy-nosed housekeeper, served the food and now there was no more talking. That was part of the Countess's custom - the meal was taken in silence. It was grandiose as always, and as I put down my napkin and reached for my wine glass, I told her as much.

"Well, the variety of pleasures diminishes as the years go by, so good food and drink are always more important to me. By the way, may I ask you to join me in my boudoir for a cognac later?"

That, too, was part of the ritual, and I replied, "It's my pleasure."

Which it was. She was just a great woman who accepted her age, would never have had plastic surgery in her life, but tried to keep herself looking and feeling young as long as possible. If I could help her with that, I was happy to do so, especially since she was also an incredibly accomplished and experienced bedfellow.

We drank the bottle in peace, talked about God and the world, and of course about her health. Apart from a few minor aches and pains, her health was very good, and when Berthold asked for more wishes, she said: "No thanks, you can go back to bed.

"Of course, Countess. I wish you a good night, you too, Doctor!"

"Thank you, Berthold, sleep well!"

I was convinced that he knew what to expect and that sleep was out of the question. I was only surprised that she did not use the phrase about the front door today.

She rose and that was the signal. I also stood up and she took me by the hand. "Come on, doctor, another glass!"

At this she smiled so seductively that I felt a slight tugging in my loins, knowing full well what was coming.

Yes, she excited me, no question about it. In the dressing room adjoining her bedchamber, she had me take a seat at a small table, fetched a bottle of cognac and a snifter from a cabinet, filled it generously to the halfway mark, and smiled, "The bathroom will be free in 10 minutes. I'll be expecting you then!"

She disappeared behind a door that led into the bathroom. From there, there was another one that led to the bedroom. So it was possible for us to shower one after the other without seeing each other before I followed her to bed.

As I sipped the wonderful cognac in small gulps, I heard first water rushing, then soft sounds of glass on glass and I knew she was creaming herself. She was making her skin as smooth as possible for me and putting on a little perfume too. Then a door slammed and that was the signal.

I undressed, put the clothes neatly over the chair and went naked into the bathroom. There it smelled of her soap - she didn't use shower gel - and all sorts of cosmetics and, as every time, she had put panties and brassiere on a small linen shelf next to the shower stall. It was as if she wanted to show me how she covered her most intimate body regions during the day. Bra and panties were made of the finest lace, today in white and looked as if they belonged to a young woman. Especially the panties were almost a thong and incredibly sexy. She was already a great woman and that's exactly what I should feel, I was sure. That's why she left her laundry so visible.

I quickly finished, dried myself with the bath towel that was always ready in the same place, and opened the door. The first time I had knocked, she had laughed: "Once you get this far, you can forget about polite phrases, my dear. It's all about one thing in here.

She usually covered herself up to the neck and waited for me with the lights dimmed. Then, when I had slipped under the covers with her, we would begin to cuddle and slowly our activities would become more purposeful.

This time it was different. The room was shining brightly and she was lying stark naked on the sheet, her hair loose, spread out on the pillow. There was nothing to be seen of the bedspread and as I entered she smiled, "I wanted to see how the sight affects you. Come here, you my favorite doctor!"

With that, she spread her long legs - the only parts of her body that showed age. They were a bit thin and bony, and the skin on her thighs was sagging. But the ripe flower that blossomed between them could have been from a thirty-year-old. She was clean-shaven, the mons veneris still taut and bulging, and her labia dainty, like the wings of a small butterfly. With two fingers she unfolded them and with the other hand beckoned to me, "Come on, Holger, kiss me. You know where!"

Full of desire, she stared at my erect member as she did so - logically, she was getting me horny. It was a different kind of arousal than, say, that of Corinna and her swelling, power-thrusting body. It was the awareness that this mature woman would especially enjoy it, that she would do anything to also give me the satisfaction it took to tie me to her bed. I knew she would be completely shameless, without inhibitions or restraint, and make it a horny experience for both of us.

That's why she was already moaning when my lips touched her pubic for the first time and I, lying on my stomach, wrapped my hands around her thighs.

She put her legs up, spread them even wider and when the tip of my tongue parted her labia, she cried out - a sharp cry, full of lust and greed.

"Yes, Holger, lick my pussy, yes! Oh, you're doing good, yes, come deep!" and with that, she ruffled my hair and massaged the pleasure pearl with one finger, which immediately swelled and rose above her cleft.

She quickly became incredibly wet - that was one of her peculiarities in the first place. Her pussy secreted vast amounts of juice and after only a few minutes I was slurping the secretion out of her little box. She had quite correctly understood the allusion to the "noble drops" and now also gasped, "Yes, Holger, drink my juice, lick me out, oh God, how I love that!"

By now her heels were tapping against my back and her butt was constantly lifting off the sheet over and over again. She came towards me with her pelvis, wanting to suck me in and take as much of me as possible into her flooded pleasure channel.

Wildly she rubbed the clit and finally it was time for the first time. A fountain of her pussy juice gushed from the hot slit, her legs twitched uncontrollably and a gurgling scream escaped her throat. Her orgasms were sensational, she enjoyed them to the max and completely uninhibited. She gave herself to the spasms, went along with her whole body, let herself be plowed through by the spasms and gasped and sobbed to it, loud and unbridled.

Normally I should have laid on top of her right now and fucked her, but this time everything was obviously different. When I lifted my wet face and looked up at her, she groaned with a wild expression in her eyes, "Lie down, I want to pleasure you, you and your wonderful instrument!"

As soon as I lay on my back, she knelt between my legs, breasts dangling and swinging wildly back and forth. In this position, of course, you could most likely notice her age. They looked like two half-empty bags, but they were crowned by thick, hard and fully erect nipples that literally screamed for touch.

Wide she stuck out her tongue and licked over the glans without taking her eyes off me. Then she clasped it with both hands, stroked it and moaned, "I love him so much. He's the best thing I've ever had. I was a fool to suggest Bergemann to you. I'm going to miss you terribly, you and that wonderful cock!"

While she now put her lips around the glans and I felt her tongue licking over the piss hole and the bare skin of the cock tip, I stroked her cheek, which felt quite hot, reddened from excitement, "But you can follow us anytime, Gloria, and we can make love wherever you want. I'd be delighted, too!"

"You'd be happy? You have no idea what great women are waiting for you there. Even more beautiful than your receptionist" - now she winked at me - "with whom I hope you didn't exhaust yourself too much today!"

I laughed: "You can show yourself that!"

"That's right, and I will. So now give me your juice, I want to just drink you right at the start, my darling!"

It was incredible - her hunger was even greater than the last time, which was only three weeks ago anyway. In general, the visits to her had become more frequent and I didn't fool myself either - it excited me how hot she was. So also now. With both hands she jerked me while she licked, kissed and sucked on my cock.

As she began massaging my balls with her long fingers, I sensed that the first shot would soon be released and I warned her, "Gloria, it's almost time!"

She raised her head. "I know, my boy. Come on, squirt already!"

Impetuously she yanked on the cock, and the result was not long in coming. Hot jets poured into her wide-open mouth, and what had never happened before happened. Even as she swallowed the cum, it came to her again. She was shaken to the core and transferred her trembling to me, burying her face in my lap. The last drops caked the hair that flowed over my cock and belly, and, moaning, she licked my sack and thighs while digging into my hips with all her might.

When she finally lifted her head and straightened up, she laughed, "Holger, what are you doing to me? This has never happened to me before. You're casting a spell on me! Come on," now she snuggled up to me, half lying on top of me, "hold me!"

She placed her face on my chest, and one hand held the flaccid penis.

"Do you wonder about me? Do you wonder why I don't keep our ritual?"

"Yes, actually, I do," I replied, placing a hand on her buttocks, whose skin was soft and smooth, though the flesh underneath had already lost some of its firmness.

She licked my nipples and whispered, "That's because I just couldn't wait any longer. Holger, I haven't thought about anything else for the last few days. I don't recognize myself anymore, but I was excruciatingly... how do you say? I was excruciatingly horny for you!"

She giggled, and I pinched her butt. "Why are you chastising yourself like that? A phone call would have sufficed. I'd love to come to your place!"

"I know, but that anticipation is incredibly nice. This time I overdid it a bit though, I was really considering coming on to you while we were still eating!"

"Well, that would have been nice. I'd love to eat you up on the big board sometime. The only question is what Berthold would say about it!"

"He would be delighted. He begrudges me every pleasure, you can believe me. Besides, he used to be quite a daredevil, too!"

"What? Don't tell me you've...?"

"Yes, of course I did. What do you think? I had to make do somehow, didn't I? I didn't want to act out my strong sexual urge in public, so I had to see that I got my money's worth within my own four walls. Berthold and I slept together for years. One day, however, he came to me and asked me to release him from this obligation. He said that he no longer met my requirements. That was nonsense, but I granted him his request!"

"And then?" - By now my cock was beginning to stir again. She held it tightly and jerked it tenderly while she raised her head with a smile. "Besides a whole battalion of different vibrators, I had a very docile chauffeur and a secretary who was also at my service in bed.

"What, you've been with women...?"

"In my situation, you can't be picky. Besides, women do have their charms, but you know that better than anyone. Haven't you ever slept with men?"

I shook my head, very vigorously, "No, never!"

"You should; I think you have to try everything."

I didn't reply with anything, but somehow I didn't feel the need to get into bed with a man. Therefore, I devoted myself more to her again, and when I started to work on the nipples, which had long since become hard again, she emitted a soft, whimpering sound. She straightened up a little, brought her face in front of mine, and whispered, "Let's kiss a little. I think my darling will be ready soon, and pussy anyway. Would you like me to sit on you, perhaps?"

"I'd love to, Gloria!"

This night will stay in my memory for a long time. She was more than insatiable. It was almost unbelievable the hunger for sex and satisfaction this woman had. After the ride and a renewed juicing, she lay upside down on top of me, and I had to fuck her with two fingers in both openings to several orgasms before she knelt down in front of me and commanded, "So, Holger, today you may pleasure the count's butt. Don't hurt me, though!"

This was not a first--already the first time I had spent the night with her, she offered me her well-worn rear entrance, but this time she really celebrated it. She kept her cheeks spread herself, stretched her butt as high as possible towards me, and also let me cum into her bowels. In the process, she came I don't know how many times, and when she finally writhed wearily on the sheet, she surprised me once again.

"If you want, you can stay with me today. I would love to fall asleep in your arms!"

When I opened my eyes at eight o'clock in the morning, I knew why she had said that. Because there she was already crouching again with swinging breasts in front of my cock and covering it with countless, breathed kisses.

I said softly, "Good morning, Gloria," and she looked at me, mischievousness and desire flashing from her eyes in a bet, and smiling, she put her hand on my prick. "I think he's longing for me; look how stiff he is!"

She let herself fall backwards and spread her legs. As soon as I was on top of her and pushed my tongue deep into her wide-open, hungry mouth, I felt her hand maneuvering me in front of the gate. All I had to do was thrust, and I was already inside her wet, steaming cunt to the hilt.

She wrapped her arms and legs around me, clung tightly to me, and took me in, sucking me into her pleasure cavity, and I fucked her hard, with short, deep thrusts from the hip, which she acknowledged with loud screams and unrestrained moans. Until my release she came three or four times, and when I finally pumped my sperm into her pussy, she licked impetuously over my face and gasped, "Yes, oh, how nice, oh, how I love it. Thank you, thank you, dear Holger!"

Then, as we lay side by side, I asked her, "Why are you thanking me? What's the point"?

Smiling softly, she said, "Do you think I don't know what it means to you to have to sleep with such an old bag? I give you credit for your sense of duty and loyalty, you dear boy."

I sat up and sparkled at her, "Gloria, don't ever say that again. I love these hours with you; you are an exciting woman, and I don't think for a second about your age. I only think about, excuse me, how incredibly horny you are and how much I like fucking you. So, never another "thank you!"

She went wide-eyed, staring at me, a veil of tears covering her blue pupils, and quietly she gave in reply, "Well, sorry, I misjudged you. All the better for me!"

She sat up, embraced me, and buried her face against my shoulder. I stroked her tenderly and could hardly understand what she murmured in the crook of my neck, "It will be all the more terrible if you are not there for a year!"

"Then why don't you travel with us? I'd love to see it!"

She raised her head, "Travel with us no, travel after us yes!"

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As Berthold accompanied me to the front door after a hearty breakfast, he suddenly stopped in the foyer and said, "I am very happy that the Countess has chosen you as her family doctor."

Before I could say anything more, he had already turned again, strode to the gate, opened it, and made a bow, in which he remained until I had gone.

"Logical, he loves her!", I thought on the way to the car, smiling to myself. What an odd pairing those two were.

I was a little late to the office at 10, and the look on Corinna's face said it all, but she didn't leave it at that, "Not changed, sleepy - that means it's going to be something with that Bergemann guy. Shit!"

"It's not fixed yet. I have an appointment at two o'clock."

"Oh come on, if the Countess has kept you, she's like me, she misses you already. And she'll probably know if he'll take you. Shit, shit, shit!"

"Corinna, don't make a fuss. Nothing has been decided yet, and if it really comes to that, you'll survive. If necessary, you can join us for a few weeks."

"What? Are you serious?"

"Well, why not. Bergemann won't mind if my mistress visits me, or I should say, my beloved receptionist!"

She put her slender index finger to my lips, "Shhh, in a way it's true, I really do love you, you jerk!"

I took her in my arms and after a long kiss, she whispered, "I don't begrudge you the one year, but when you come back, we'll talk Tacheless, okay?"

I nodded, "Ok, and you definitely have to visit me. That is, if I actually travel."

Getting back on duty, I asked, "What's up today?

"Not much! Old lady Hofmann at eleven and then Mrs. Haberkorn with the little one for vaccinations.

"Well, you'll have to cancel the afternoon appointments or postpone them until tomorrow. I'll be gone by half past twelve at the latest. I still have to get changed and dressed up!"

"What for? Do you think Bergemann is gay?"

"No, but he has a young pretty wife and I have to sweet-talk her, the Countess said, otherwise it won't work!"

"Oh, you!" - angrily, she threw a ballpoint pen at my head and left the treatment room.

When I entered the office tower at Potsdamer Platz shortly before two and told the lady at the reception desk of my desire, she called for an Arab-looking young man in livery.

"Omar, take this gentleman to the penthouse!"

I followed him to one of the numerous elevators and registered him unlocking the red button with a tiny key, next to which was written in gold letters "Private."

Completely silent, we reached the top floor in no time, the elevator door opened with a low hum, and I entered a windowless foyer. It was lined with pink marble and illuminated by countless tiny lights, which were embedded in the floor, walls and ceiling, creating a warm light.

In the middle of the room stood a sculpture--a naked woman with a bow and arrow, at whose feet lay a dog staring at her with wide eyes.

Curiously, I looked at the representation when a deep voice sounded from the other end of the lobby: "Artemis, the Goddess of the Hunt! Henry Moore created her. You must be Doctor Heidenheim. Welcome!"

He was a handsome figure, not quite slim, tall, broad-shouldered, half bald, wearing loose jeans, a shapeless sweater, and sandals on his bare feet. You could tell right away he was enjoying his new freedom, and I shook his outstretched hand with a smile.

"Good day, Mr. Bergemann, thank you for the invitation!"

"Come on, my ladies are eager to meet you."

He led me into a large, bright salon with a tremendous view over the city. On a white leather couch sat two young women who could not have been more different. There was his wife, whom I already knew from the media. Very tall, very slim, long legs in skin-tight jeans, shoulder-length blond curls framed an elongated, brightly made-up face with raised cheekbones and water-bright blue eyes. The pointed nose gave her something slightly aggressive, but this was softened by the full lips. I had rarely seen such a sensual mouth--it was a direct invitation for a passionate kiss. I could understand Bergemann bringing her out from behind the reception desk. Her bust remained hidden under a loose sweater that reached almost to her knees and revealed nothing about her figure. But I remembered that she had a very boyish build.

The same could not be said of his daughter. She was voluptuous in every way and showed it; whether consciously or not was hard to say. In any case, the sight of her was impressive. Nevertheless, unlike her stepmother, she was largely unknown to the public, had lived more or less incognito in a dormitory, and, I knew from the Countess, did not have a particularly good relationship with Camilla.

She measured no more than 1.60 meters, sat on the edge of the divan with her legs slightly sideways and closed, and under her rather short skirt there were really plump thighs and crisply round calves to be seen.

Like her father, she was barefoot, and her knobby toes played in the long fringes of the beige carpet. The black hair fell over her shoulders and chest but could not hide the enormous tits that bulged under the tight-fitting T-shirt. The chubby, sympathetic face was dominated by huge, almost black eyes and a prominent, rather broad nose. The energetic chin suggested that she certainly knew what she wanted.

Common to both were the curious look and her age. If I remembered correctly, Camilla was 32, the same age as me, and Sandra, the daughter's name, two years younger.

But there was a third lady present and I thought of the Countess' words. This brunette beauty in the figure-hugging pinstripe costume had to be Judith, Bergemann's private secretary. She looked like the intersection of the other two - medium height, feminine curves but not exaggerated, beautiful legs and a face like painted. It reminded a bit of Mona Lisa, only a bit more sharply drawn and with much more glow in the chestnut eyes. She also seemed to like what she saw. At least that's what I got from the appreciative look she let glide over my front.

"May I introduce you to my three graces?" then Bergemann said, smiling and not without pride of ownership, and I nodded, expectantly and with a winning smile.

"I ask for it!", heading for the divan.

The difference in reaction alone was telling. While Camilla remained motionless, just looking at me, the younger one rose and came a few steps toward us.

"This is Sandra, my daughter from my first marriage. She has just graduated in architecture and, to my great delight, will be accompanying us on this trip. That, I think, is not a given with people so young.

While I grasped the soft, warm hand and was amazed at the firm handshake, he continued, "But it is probably also because she has just come out of an unhappy love affair and...!"

She gave hi m an angry look, "I don't think, the doctor will be interested, Papa!"

He raised his hands with a grin and she looked at me questioningly, raising her thick eyebrows in a very attractive manner, "Do you?"

I laughed, "As a doctor, I am primarily interested in your physical well-being. However, I'm happy to try my hand at being a soul comforter if needed!"

She looked at me a little indignantly at first, but then her expression changed - she had realized that I had meant it rather jokingly, and countered, "Then I'll let you know, should it be necessary!"

She then turned and resumed her seat.

Grinning mockingly, her stepmother had followed the exchange of words, and when Bergemann now said, "This here is Camilla, my second wife!" she continued to sit unmoved, and I stepped forward to offer her my hand.

Hers was cool, the long, slender fingers felt a little bony, and she too grasped it proficiently.

In a somewhat shrill-sounding voice, she said, "We've heard a lot of good things about you. So much that it seems almost unbelievable!"

I laughed, "Yes, Countess Greifberg is prone to exaggeration!"

Still holding me, she nodded, "Well, what she said about your appearance wasn't an exaggeration, to begin with. You look good, Doctor!"

Now I had not expected that and I was in distress for a moment. What should I answer without irritating either her or her husband. I decided for: "Oh, you know, madam, there is no merit in appearance. I think most patients hired me for my skills as a doctor."

Now she smiled, "Well, I'm not so sure about Gloria, but so be it. Do you have the confidence to travel around the world with us? I mean, there will be about 15 of us, and at least half of them will be crazy people!"

By now she had let go and leaned back in the sofa, crossing her legs and looking at me expectantly.

"From a medical standpoint, sure, and that's what you hire me for, after all, isn't it!"

She stood up. "I like you. I think we'll take you with us, won't we, honey?"

Bergemann smiled. "I think so too. Gloria can be counted on for these things. She's a great judge of character!"

Once again her eyes sunk into mine. "At least as far as men are concerned, you're right. I'm off to the gym now. Goodbye, doctor. I'll see you in two weeks!"

While Sandra remained seated, the sophisticated blonde disappeared, and Bergemann now pointed to the third woman who, casually leaning against a small desk, had followed our conversation.

"That, dear doctor, is Judith, my right-hand woman for 10 years, and with her we will now discuss everything in more detail!"

"Nice to meet you," she said in a dark, very feminine voice, and continued, "The contract is prepared. Perhaps you'd like to read it over right now, over a cup of coffee?"

"Yes, I'd love to. Where may I"?

"Come on, let's sit down there. Before you start reading, I think I need to explain a few things to you.

Bergemann pointed to the sofa, and I slid next to Sandra while he plopped down in a roomy recliner across from her, drew up one knee, and said to his daughter, "Would you like to listen, child?"

She nodded, "Yeah, maybe I'll learn a little something. You know," this was now directed at me, and she grinned at me from the side, "my father and Camilla are terrible secret keepers. All I know is that we're going on a trip around the world, but who's accompanying us and what our destinations are, they haven't told me yet!"

"Oh child, that's not true at all. You know that we're going to New York first, and from there to Montreal and on to Anchorage. You must know, doctor, that I am a passionate hunter, and therefore I will always indulge in my hobby a little. In Alaska, a grizzly is on the agenda!"

"Father! You're going to kill a grizzly bear? You can't be serious!"

"You see," he said, "that's why I don't tell you everything!"

"But what can such a poor animal do about it? Just because you have the money to buy a license - the license to kill," she added almost theatrically.

"Oh darling, if not me, then someone else. There are a lot more rich hunters than grizzly bears, believe me!"

"Go ahead and do what you want! But I don't want to hear or see about it. I'm going. That means no. Are you a hunter too?" - she really snapped at me and I acted startled, "No, thank God I'm not!"

My reaction soothed her somewhat and a slight smile flitted across her face, "That's your luck. Then you can get ready to distract me, from this bloodthirsty human here!"

"It will be my pleasure!"

Now her father added something more and said with a deadly serious face, "I'm not so sure about that!"

She stared at him angrily and then left the room, snorting with rage, the sight of her voluminous rear end triggering a thoroughly pleasant feeling in my loins.

Judith spoke up. She had returned with the coffee and had overheard the last part of the exchange: "A little taste. Do you still want to come?"

Apparently she had fool's liberty, because Bergemann laughed and I joined in, "Why, yes! It's sure to be exciting!"

"Sit with us, Judith!"

She settled down in the seat vacated by Sandra and immediately the scent of her extravagant perfume hit my nose - very tart, very intense and actually more of a masculine note. She was clearly the most beautiful of the three, but also the oldest. I estimated her to be in her early forties - small wrinkles around her eyes and the corners of her mouth testified to that.

Bergemann was now talking about the trip again: "Well, we will fly the first stages, of course. There will also be sections where we travel by train, and a cruise, Camilla wishes, is of course included. In addition to the four of us, whom you already know, and you, there will also be my hunting companion Johann, our fitness trainer, two gentlemen from the company and some friends!"

"Oh, I thought you had retired?", I interjected questioningly and he nodded, "Yes, but there is still a lot to sort out and I didn't want to sit around here for another half a year. So I'd rather the two of them come along. If necessary, they can always fly to Berlin in between or someone else from the company can join us. That will happen anyway. The companions will change from time to time, friends of Camilla will travel with us, the Countess has promised to spend time with us, and of course you can also take someone with you or have someone flown in. I don't even know if you are engaged?"

I shook my head, "No, I'm not, which is why I can accept your offer." The thought of Corinna's words flashed through my mind and for a moment I felt guilty. I calmed myself down with the fact that I could really let her follow at any time.

"Judith, why don't you tell the doctor the most important thing from the contract? There's not that much in it anyway. I like contracts that take up very little space on paper.

I felt the same way, and I had already noticed that it was only two sheets.

Judith took it from my hand and began by quickly skimming the points: "So term 1 year and two monts. That's because we don't know exactly when we'll be back and we wanted to give you time to settle in after that. Tasks - well, sure. The medical care of the troops, as far as it is technically and professionally possible. Should hospitalization, operations and the like be necessary, you have nothing to do with that, of course. Of course, you will also provide medical advice, especially with regard to certain strenuous activities of individual members of the travel party, as well as regular checks and examinations."

Now I interjected: "What about technology? I mean, blood pressure monitor, small analysis set, that's clear. Is there anyone in the group with known diseases? How do they envision it with medications? What about vaccinations?"

Judith and Bergemann exchanged a look, and he said, "Well, as far as we know, everyone is basically healthy. I have high blood pressure, and my wife suffers from migraines; that's all. Vaccinations are an issue. I suggest you sit down with Judith in the next couple of days, go over the plan, and come up with a vaccination program.

You should definitely put together a first-aid kit. Tell Judith how much money they need for it, and the same goes for any technology. There we trust completely in your expertise.

Speaking of money, we have left this passage blank in the contract. How much does a celebrity doctor earn per month, Doctor?"

I leaned back. "That's only part of the story. Right now, he's making good money. The question is, what will that look like when he comes back? By then his patients will probably have lost their way, and it will probably take him a while to get back to where he is now."

He put his fingertips together. "Of course, I'm aware of that. That's why I'm asking about your current earnings!"

"Well, at the moment I'm coming up with about ten to fifteen thousand euros a month!"

"Good, then we have something to go on. I suggest we pay you 20,000 and if, as I expect, we are satisfied with you, then you simply stay with us afterwards. We'll let the contract continue and you won't have to worry about your practice anymore. What do you say?"

What else was there to say? At worst, Corinna would extend her vacation or I would co-employ her as a medical assistant.

"Agreed!"

We shook hands. I took the contract, looked it over again, Bergemann entered the sum, wrote the passage to it by hand, we signed and the matter was settled.

He stood up: "I'll leave you alone with Judith now. She will want to know a few more things from you and is your contact person for all organizational matters anyway. Any questions?"

"Yes. That is, it's not a question, I think it's necessary. I want to check them all out before we leave. I think that will save us from unpleasant surprises. May I speak to..., " I didn't want to just say "Judith," she noticed and helped me out of the predicament.

"Feel free to call me "Judith", it's something similar to my job title. I'm known everywhere as Judith!"

"Fine, thank you! Then I'd like to make the appointments with you and you'll just send the gentlemen to my office in order!"

"That's an excellent idea. I can see we've picked the right one! Wonderful! Judith, you can sign me up first thing!"

With that, he left us and we discussed the rest of the process. When we were through with that, I asked her, "And what do you think, what am I getting myself into?"

She looked at me thoughtfully, "It feels different for everyone. I've seen many come and go, but I'm still here. I find it exciting, exhilarating, sometimes nerve-wracking, sometimes just awful, but still, I wouldn't want to miss it. I'm really looking forward to the trip, even though it's bound to be stressful and," she paused and looked me straight in the face, "I'm also glad you're on board. I share Ms. Bergemann's opinion!"

"Oho, thank you very much. I am also pleased and wish us both good cooperation. I think we need it!"

Laughing, she took me to the elevator, "Yes, and lots of humor, but you have that. Well then, see you soon!"

++++++++++

The next two weeks were pure stress, and by the end I had met them all.

The family was in perfect health; Bergemann's high blood pressure was non-threatening and well adjusted, Camilla's migraine, according to her own statements, was not that bad, and her body was a feast for the eyes. Of course, I kept a low profile and let the ladies keep their underwear on during the examination, but it was enough that Corinna's mood got worse day by day, especially since she saw everyone topless during the ECG.

But even so, it was logical that she was almost frantic with jealousy when we finished the checks. She hardly talked to me, and when the subject of my new patients came up, she had tears in her eyes more than once. Even our lovemaking sessions were no longer taking place. I tried a few times to take her in my arms or to cuddle with her, but she rejected me, always with some pointed remark.

"What do you want from me? You have plenty to choose from now. When I think of that Judith, the way she looked at you. I bet she's already eating you up on the plane!"

She reacted worst to Camilla. She had shown up in jeans and a T-shirt, and when I asked her to get free, she asked, seemingly guilelessly, "All of it?"

"No, just the torso. Bra, you can keep on!"

She wordlessly pulled the tight-fitting piece over her head and said, with a telling sideways glance at Corinna's ample bust, "I don't wear anything like that; I'm not a cow!"

That was true, though--she had small tits, but they still looked fantastic, firm as apples, with little yards and super appetizing warts that immediately created a certain tugging in the loin area.

Corinna was seething with rage, and when she had my future boss's wife hooked up to the EKG, she came up to me and snorted, "Where's the defibrillator?" I would have loved to run some electricity through her skinny body. Sure, anyone with tiny tits like that doesn't need a bra, but who likes those ridiculous tangerines?"

I looked at her, grinned, and said, "Well, so small...!"

That's as far as I got, because she was already on me and put her hands around my neck. "What idiots you men are!"

Then she let go of me and stormed out.

Finally, on the penultimate day, we had all the findings and sifted through them together. All the members of the traveling party were in good shape. Nevertheless, Corinna had, albeit grudgingly, created a file for everyone, which I only had to continue.

Once again we went through the pharmacy--after all, two suitcases with every conceivable medication and first aid material, which she had put together in exemplary fashion.

By the time we finished, it was approaching six o'clock, and I said, "You, can you tell your worshippers that they will have to do without you until tomorrow evening?"

She looked at me questioningly, and a little flame glowed in her eyes. "Why would I do that?"

"Because I want to spend the last evening with you, that's obvious, isn't it!"

She put her fists on her hips, "And who says I want to?"

Laughing, I hugged her and pressed her against me. It didn't help that she braced herself with her hands against my chest. I held her tightly and shouted, "I'll say this, plus I ordered a table at the Italian restaurant and have a bottle of bubbly chilling at home!"

"What, you want me to come home with you? Are you crazy?"

She had never been to my apartment before and she knew that only women I was in a relationship with went there. That had been exactly two in the years she had worked for me. That's why she was so astonished. I got serious and said quietly, "No, I'm not crazy. I want you to come with me. This is to be a symbolic gesture and to show you that you are the most important thing I'm leaving behind here. I understood well what you said to me the other day and I'm ready to talk to you about anything after this year!"

She put her arms on my shoulders and asked, "And how am I supposed to take it knowing you're out with these super horny chicks?"

"Hey, I'm going as a doctor, not a gigolo. We don't know at all who's doing what with whom. Maybe Judith is Bergemann's mistress and Camilla is sleeping with Sandra. What do I know?"

She snuggled up to me: "You're right. I'm stupid, but that's just because I just can't imagine it without you!"

"That's why we should make the most of the time. Go ahead, call your guys, or whoever would have been on today, and cancel!"

She laughed, "You make it sound like I do nothing but screw after hours. Hey, I'm leading a normal life, and the two guys, as you call them, are each doing their thing today. I don't have to call anybody at all. Let's go. I'm hungry and not just for spaghetti!"

At that, she rubbed her cheek against mine and whispered, "Finally, in a bed!"

We didn't stay long at the Italian place--pasta, salad, a glass of red wine, and constant giggling on her part. She beamed at me, stroked my hand again and again, and now and then let a bare foot wander over my calf. Her eyes shone and promised the highest delights, and admittedly, the thought of the next few hours also excited me more and more.

Barely two hours later, it was just half past eight. I unlocked the apartment door and said, "Please enter! Welcome to my hallowed halls!"

She made a quick tour of the living room and kitchen and then asked, as she pined for me, "Where's the bedroom, Holger, and where's the bathroom?"

They were next to each other, and when she saw the bed, which I had thankfully made that morning, she said quietly, "Will you get us something to drink? You were talking about bubbly? I'd like to take a shower and then meet you there."

She pulled the bedspread away, folded it up, and put it onto a chair. "I don't think we'll be needing those anytime soon!"

"Yes, fine. You'll find towels in the bathroom cabinet."

She stepped up close to me. "That's sweet of you, you know that? I was beginning to think you didn't care about me!"

I took her in my arms and kissed her on the tip of her nose. "Wrong thinking, silly. I'm just not very talented at these things!"

"Alright, everyone has their talents. I'll enjoy your biggest ones right now then!"

I glared after her. Powacking, she disappeared through the door, and I felt my cock stiffen.

When I returned from the kitchen, she was already finished. She was lying on the bed, leaning against the headboard, smiling as I put the champagne on the nightstand. She smelled of my shower gel, her skin was still damp, and her eyes were shining. With one hand she covered her pubic area, and with the other she played with her big tits. I had to think of Camilla's saying for a moment and scold myself. Of course, I liked Corinna's boobs better. Ripe pears with palm-sized cores and thick nipples that I loved to suck on.

I undressed, slowly and anxious to present her the stiff lollipop.

She watched me and whispered as I stood naked before her, "What a handsome man you are!"

Laughing, I walked to the bathroom door and said over my shoulder, "Beautiful you are, my darling; I'm just a man. We are not beautiful!"

Looking in the large mirror next to the shower, I nevertheless convinced myself, a little self-absorbed, that she wasn't wrong. There wasn't much wrong--at most the arm muscles were a little weak, but otherwise it was fine. Of course, the jewel I had between my legs--erect like a faun's, trimmed and arrow-shaped. The Countess had once put it this way: "Holger, your cock is so beautiful that it's almost too bad to hide it in a pussy!"

Grinning, I washed it and barely dried off. I lay down with her.

She came over me and whispered, "Just lie there, ok? I want to enjoy you!"

"But I want to!"

"You'll get your turn, but first it's my turn. It's so nice to finally be in a bed with you and completely naked!"

That's right, this was also a premiere--until now we had only done it in practice and always had something on. Often I had only pushed her panties to the side and fetched my cock from the fly--especially when there was little time.

So I interlaced my hands behind my head and said, "Please, help yourself!"

She knelt down, her bells dangling back and forth, and then she began kissing and licking every inch of my body from the neck down, nibbling on my nipples, stroking my belly, and finally sliding between my thighs. I thought she was going to go for the cock now, but far from it. She rushed to the legs, covered them with countless kisses and slid lower and lower until she reached the feet. She raised her head, "We never got a chance to do that during our quickies. Are you into toe sucking?"

"Oh, you horny bitch. No one has ever done that to me!"

She sat down cross-legged, gave me a clear view of her wet pussy and slightly open, thick labia and grabbed my right foot.

"Well, there you see what you have on me!"

She let her tongue slide from the instep forward to my toes, licked back over the sole of my foot, all firm and wet so it didn't tickle, and finally opened her mouth, slid my big toe in and sucked on it.

Smacking loudly, she sucked on it, licked it off, and repeated this with all the others. Often she took two, three at the same time between her lips, stuck her tongue in the gaps, sucked them off, salivated them, slurped the spit away again and kept looking at me with lustful eyes. Horny, she stared at my cock, which stood erect and slightly vibrating in front of her, and after she had finished the procedure with the left foot as well, she asked, "Well, nice?"

I nodded, "Yes, you maniac, great, but say, don't you want to fuck finally?"

She shook her head, "No, I want you to do it too!"

She slid up my butt until her can was almost against my rear sight and put her feet on my chest, right in front of my face, "Go ahead, lick it!"

I scrambled up a little, pulled her even closer to me, and then I did the same. The only difference was that she was even more into it and started panting as soon as I had the first toe in my mouth. I nibbled on it a bit first and that was enough for her to start moaning and squirming. "Yes, lick, please, put it in, yes, lick, please!"

She was getting incredibly hot and as I pushed all five of her toes behind my gills at once, that's when she grabbed my cock and started jerking it as she moaned, "Come on, let's cum together, cum, I'm almost ready!"

I grabbed both feet, put them together and sucked on the big toes while she jerked wildly on my cock.

"Holger, it's time, come on, squirt, squirt!"

And we really did it. She lifted her pelvis, kicked her legs, pressed them against my face and I let the ball explode, shooting the jets of semen into the air, letting the clumps land on her legs, on her belly and in her hand. It was a wild thing and I liked it.

All out of breath, she grinned at me, searching for the remains of my ejaculation, angling for it with her long fingers and shoving it into her mouth. Finally, she licked the belly and balls and sucked the lollipop out until she could be sure that nothing more came.

She snuggled up to me, "It's nice like this too, isn't it? I enjoy it so much that we are together, here with you, in bed, naked, and can hold each other and have the whole night ahead of us and no one comes, no patient, no phone. Come on, kiss me, I have to kiss on supply, you understand, and cuddle on supply!"

For the next few hours, we did nothing else. We enjoyed each other, enjoyed our bodies and tongues, made love and licked each other, drank a sip of champagne every now and then in between. Sometimes I also slurped a few drops from her breasts or from her pussy and at some point, it was already long after midnight, I was lying between her wide spread thighs and she grabbed my cock, pushed it into the hot column and immediately wrapped the long legs around me.

Her hands clasped at the back of her neck and then she whispered breathlessly in my ear, "Holger, come on, one last time, fuck me so that you will always remember, and please, please, don't forget me, enjoy it, but don't forget me. I will wait, I promise, because Holger, I love you!"

I raised my head and she said in a tear choked voice, "Don't say anything now, my darling, just fuck me as hard as you can!"

She held on like a drowning woman, buried her face against my neck, and the sobs as we came together and I chased the juice into her pussy were not just boundless arousal and pleasure, they were also grief and the fear of loss.

For a long time we lay entwined, kissing and caressing each other tenderly, barely speaking, just "Good night!" Then she snuggled against me and soon I heard her steady breaths.

My last thought was that we would probably do it again, after waking up and the anticipation of it made me slumber blissfully.

"It's all been said! I can't say goodbye, I can't wave goodbye to you. Don't try to find me either, I'm gone for now. Take care of yourself and keep in touch from New York. I love you, your Corinna!"

I found the note on the pillow next to me. She must have left quite early, the bed was cold and nothing reminded me of her presence.

She was such a smart girl, and while I was sad that I would not see her again before I left, I was also grateful to her for making it so easy for me. I had been dreading saying goodbye and not knowing what to say to her. All the more I wanted to see her again soon. I would settle in, find my place in this strange traveling party, and then let her come, whether that suited this Camilla or not.

Smiling, I thought of the Countess - she was a similar caliber as Corinna. Of course, I had also wanted to say goodbye to her and expected an invitation to the last fuck when I called her. But she wished me luck, both of us a soon reunion and said: "Until then I chastise myself, so that it will be all the more beautiful then. I will suck you to the bottom!" - it said and hung up. It was the first "you" outside of her bedroom. I was sure she had trained that and I gave her a maximum of four weeks, she probably wouldn't take it any longer.

When I arrived in Schönefeld in the afternoon, the tour group was already assembled. We flew with a charter plane, only first class seats, beautiful stewardesses and best mood, certainly also by the Schampus, which flowed in streams and the excellent food.

There was no seating arrangement and in the first hours Johann, Bergemann's long-time hunting guide and friend, kept me company. They were sandbox friends and he a walking hunting encyclopedia. For die-hard fans this was certainly enjoyable, but it overwhelmed me and so I looked around for other conversation partners and seat neighbors.

The seat next to Sandra was free, I grabbed two full glasses and headed for her, "Well, fancy a chat?"

She looked at me piercingly, "What are you doing? Are you hitting on me?"

I winced, "Hey, I didn't know we were on a sex tour. Sorry!"

I tried to turn around and she grinned, "My God, don't be so sensitive. Sit down and give me the glass!"

As soon as I sat next to her, she said, "When we get to New York, I want to fuck you, just so we're clear. Because for me, this is very much going to be a sex tour. I need this after all the shit I've been through. Cheers!"

"Well, that can be cheerful!" I thought and locked the memory of Corinna in a small box at the very back of my brain. Then I toasted her, smiled, and said, "As I said, soul comforter if needed!"