Ashes to Ashes
written by:
AlanMac

Ashes to Ashes

4.00pm Thursday 15 April, Tegel Airport Berlin

"Oh Fuck!" Helen looked at the monitors with disbelief as flight after flight to England was cancelled in seconds. She was meant to be home this evening to meet Simon's parents, her future in-laws, for dinner. Then there was a low groan around the airport as hundreds of travellers realised what was happening and moved towards the airline ticket desks.

Helen was travelling light so she was well up the queue to re-book, but it quickly became clear from the faces of the people as they left the desk that no one was going to flying anytime soon. She recognised a middle-aged English couple from the flight out and asked, "Excuse me, do you know what's wrong with the flights?" Her first instinct was a terrorist incident, but Helen would never have guessed the answer.

"Some bloody volcano in Iceland has sent up a cloud of ash and all flights to England are cancelled," the man replied, "I mean, really, what kind of idiot would stop flights because of ash." His wife added, "If you need to get home quickly you would be better getting a train to Paris or Brussels and then Eurostar, but you had better be quick. If this continues for long no one will be going anywhere." And with that they hurried off out of the airport.

Helen almost called to them to wait and share a taxi, but in the time she took to pick up her bags they were gone from view. So she waited and queued instead. When she got to the ticket desk she was greeted by a hassled looking young woman, wearing the name badge "Erma". Poor Erma had obviously already answered the same questions so many times she almost had a script.

"I am sorry, there has been a volcano in Iceland and all flights to the UK are suspended. I understand that the situation will be kept under review and it is possible that there might be flights later, but the best advice is to stay put for night and try again in the morning. If you want to cancel your flight I can provide a refund."

Helen shook her head, "Thanks I'll get a hotel for tonight and try tomorrow." As she left the airport she rang Simon to tell him she would be delayed. He wasn't quite as worried as she would have expected, "Oh, no worries Babe, I'll tell Mother to take a rain check and sure we'll see you tomorrow."

Helen frowned, she would have expected a bit more concern from her fiancé, and "So what are you going to do for the night?"

"Oh, I'll close up the shop and maybe join the boys for trip to the cinema." Simon replied a bit too smoothly. He and his old university circle liked to party and if Helen wasn't around to rain on his parade he was determined to have fun. She was always cramping his style, too focused on their business and not enough on just living life to the full, or was that fool?

"Ok, but please make sure you lock the shop up properly," Helen replied, "I'll ring you later when I know more. Love you."

"Love you too Babes," Simon responded and hung up. He was on the phone to his best mate in seconds.

Helen managed to get a crowded bus into the city and walked to the hotel she had stayed in for the sales convention. It was fully booked. The man on reception was very helpful and rang a number of other hotels for her, but everything was booked out. For the first time it began to dawn on Helen that this was potentially a difficult situation. If the flights stayed cancelled and hotels started to fill up, she was facing two options, either stay in a very expensive city until the flights resumed or else travel overland. Helen borrowed the hotel phone book and rang the British embassy.

When she finally got through the man she spoke with was sympathetic, but also brutally honest, "Miss, we are swamped with stranded people and many of them are elderly or have young families with them over half-term. We are having to prioritise and even for them there isn't much we can do at the moment."

Helen's shoulders slumped, "Thank you, I understand." She took a deep breath and decided to head train station. After two hours in the queue she got to the ticket desk, "Excuse me I'd like to go to Paris, one way, please"

The woman at the counter shook her head slowly, "I am sorry Miss, but all trains to Paris and Brussels are fully booked for the next week. Although if you don't mind travelling in stages there are some seats for trains going west to Frankfurt, Köln and Strasbourg."

Helen hesitated, "A single to Köln please" and proffered her credit card.

The woman smiled, "It is a hundred Euro, is that ok?"

"That's fine, I have been stranded with the flights. At least it starts to get me home."

The woman swiped the card, once and there was a shrill beep, then again. She looked at it carefully and shook her head. "I am sorry you card is rejected, do you have another?"

Helen's heart sank, she produced her debit card, but she already knew it wasn't likely to be acceptable. The woman shook her head again. She opened her purse, just eighty Euros. Helen felt herself well-up and walked back to the bus stop. She rang Simon, no answer.

Helen stamped her foot in anger, "Fucking useless wanker!" The credit card belonged to the shop which was in both their names. Unfortunately, their bank manager had not formed a good impression of Simon. He had, therefore, insisted that they had only a small credit limit, but would extend it on the strict condition that he was made aware in advance.

The Trade Fair had provided a great opportunity to source new stock for the shop and Helen had done all of the organising, the only bit that she had asked Simon to do was to arrange to extend credit as his parents were their guarantors. And yet again he had either forgotten or not bothered.

She composed herself and rang Simon again. No answer, just voice mail, "Simon, I'm stranded, and the card is maxed out, please get on to the bank immediately!" She looked at her watch, 7.00pm local time, the London banks would be closed for the night. So even if Simon tried it would now be the morning before she could use her card.

Helen thought carefully about her options. It might be possible to get a train and go over land if she had some more money. A refund on the plane ticket wasn't much, but with the few Euros she had, it might get her some of the way home and hopefully Simon would get the card sorted in the morning. So Helen made her way back to the airport and after a three hour wait found herself standing in front of Erma again.

"Oh hello again," Helen started, "I've decided I should get a refund and try to go overland."

Erma looked sympathetically at Helen. She had had a hard day, but Helen looked exhausted, "Of course, please give me the ticket and I'll refund immediately." She swiped the ticket and said, "Can you give me the card that was used to purchase." Helen suddenly felt sick. She handed over the card and, sure enough, it was rejected. "Can I get a cash refund?"

Erma closed her eyes for a second; this was bad, "I am very sorry our policy is very strict, as the tickets were purchased with this card they have to refund to it." Helen tried to stay calm, but it was just too much and she felt tears roll down her cheeks. "I understand."

Erma watched Helen go and then turned to grumpy Flora her supervisor, "Flora, do you mind if I finish for the day?" Flora brusquely replied "OK" and Erma rushed out around the back of the desk. Helen was walking slowly over towards a bank of seats when a hand touched her arm; she turned to find it was Erma.

"I.... I am sorry that I couldn't help, the company policy is very strict, but I have spent all day giving out bad news and I am sick of it. Please, can at least buy you a coffee?"

Helen was astonished, but very grateful, "Thank you, that would be very welcome, although, do you mind if I have a glass of wine, I think I need it."

The departure lounge was full, but Erma brought Helen through to a crew lounge and soon produced a strong coffee and a glass of white wine. As Helen sat waiting for Erma she realised that she was shaking with the stress of the day's events. This had been beyond bad luck; it was also partially her judgement. She knew Simon too well to have not double checked he had sorted out the card. Still at least if he sorted it in the morning she would be able to get home.

As Erma brought over the drinks she wondered to herself why she had picked Helen. There were hundreds of people in the airport and yet something about this dark haired English woman had stirred her to intervene. "So, Helen, what are your plans for travelling?"

Helen pursed her lips, "Well I can crash here at the airport tonight, but after that depends on my fiancé. We have a joint credit card for the business, but he needs to get the block on it lifted, otherwise I have eighty Euros to get home."

Erma held up a hand, "I don't think that it is a good idea to stay here, I can have a word with my boyfriend, but I am sure he won't mind if you come and stay with us for one night and then, sure in the morning we can make sure your card is ok before you travel."

Helen was astonished. She was deeply grateful for a kind word and a glass of wine, but would never have dreamed of an offer of a bed for the night. She didn't know this girl and knew nothing of her boyfriend, but it had to be better than staying in the airport. "That's incredibly kind of you Erma. I don't know if I can impose, I mean you've only just met me."

"I insist," Erma replied firmly, "If I was stranded in London I would hope someone would do the same for me. Listen, flights are being cancelled right across Europe tonight. This might go on for days and it makes sense to at least have a good night's sleep before travelling."

Helen couldn't disagree with Erma's logic. Plus she was tired, hungry and would kill for a shower. She gave Erma a hug and nodded, "That is so good of you."

8.00pm Thursday 15 April, Near Kurfürstendamm Strasse, Berlin

After a bus trip back into the city, Erma brought Helen along to an bland looking apartment block off K'damm and showed her to a small fourth floor apartment. On the way back from the airport they had gotten to know each other a little. The two women had quickly struck up a rapport and Helen was deeply relieved not to be spending a sleepless night in an airport seat or even the floor. Helen explained she was twenty-four and originally from Newcastle, but had studied in London before setting up in business with her boyfriend. "What do you sell?" enquired Erma.

Helen paused for a moment, "The shop is called ‘A Perfect Night', it's my idea of the perfect night in; bath oils, candles, massage oils and lingerie. You just add some good food and wine and the right company."

Erma smiled, "Sounds wonderful, is it working."

"It's getting there, "Helen replied, "It was difficult at first, but we're finding the right market niche... but that's not easy. Too cheap and cheerful and no one will want it, but too expensive and no one can afford it. That's why I was here, for the trade fair, looking to source new products"

Erma, it transpired, was twenty-three and an aspiring poet and lyricist. She explained that the airline job kept the bills paid while she and Dieter, her musician boyfriend, tried to get their big break. Dieter's band were playing a club that evening so Erma showed Helen into an empty apartment.

The apartment block had looked just the same as most of the concrete blocks that made up the former West Berlin, but inside the living space was a bohemian oasis with bold prints on the walls and an extensive book collection covering large sections of the walls. Helen also noticed that, amongst the divans and beanbags, was a large Turkish hookah that clearly was not just ornamental.

Erma showed her to a small bed room with room for a single bed and a small chest of drawers. "It isn't great, but you can crash here."

Helen flopped down on the bed and sighed with relief, "It is wonderful Erma; a hell of a lot better than an airport floor."

"You must be starving Helen," Erma observed, "Would you settle for pizza?"

Any thoughts of a diet were far from Helen's mind, "Yes please, pizza would be great." She went to reach into her purse and Erma waved her away. "Helen, you can't afford to spend anything here and I won't have it. You are my guest so relax." Helen held up her hands in surrender, "Ok! Ok! I just feel bad about you doing so much for me."

"Well," Erma replied, "I am sure you wouldn't mind returning the favour some time if I am in London... Now, while I get pizza why don't you make yourself comfortable, you can have a shower if you like."

Helen laughed, "You're on. I dread to think what I smell like after spending so long running around airports and stations."

Erma showed Helen the bathroom and provided her with a robe and towels and then left her to get freshened up. By the time she got back with two pizzas Helen was showered and sitting in the living room in a tee-shirt and the bath robe. She greeted Erma with a dazzling smile, "Erma, you are a star, thank you."

Erma opened a bottle of Rioja and poured two glasses and then they ravenously attacked the pizzas. "Fuck me it's been a long day!" Helen remarked between mouthfuls, "But at least this shows good can come about even in the worst situations."

They polished the pizzas off quite quickly followed by the rest of the wine and pretty soon Helen was beginning to flag.

Erma pointed to her room and said, "If you're tired, you can go and get some sleep. Dieter's band will be in at some hour of the early morning and he may have some friends with him. Unless you'd like to come out to see them play, they're really good."

Helen could easily have simply gone off to bed, but she loved music and given Erma's kindness and the fact that she had already talked about the thrill of listening to her lyrics being sung by Dieter's band, she decided to ignore her fatigue, "What the hell, I need cheered up and it's been a while since I went to a club."

11.00pm Thursday 15 April, ‘Club Streukatze' Near Kurfürstendamm Strasse, Berlin

Helen and Erma got to the Club as the band were taking a getting ready for their set. Erma led Helen over to beside the stage to a big handsome man who with long blond hair that matched Erma's. "Dieter, this is Helen who I told you about. We're putting her up for the night."

Dieter waved, "Hi Helen, it is nice to meet you. Are you staying for the set? "

Helen shrugged, "Yes Dieter, I would love to and it's nice to meet you. Erma has been so kind."

"Well, I hope you enjoy the music, but first let me introduce the band."

"This is Jürgen, our drummer" A muscular man with short dark hair smiled and nodded in acknowledgement.

"This is Bernd, our bassist." To Helen's eyes Bernd was just what a Viking would have looked like, with a mass of long blood hair and a big bushy beard, Bernd was also one of the biggest men she had ever met. He must have been at least 6'4'', but he wasn't lanky. He had arms a thick as her thighs.

"This is Caspar, our lead guitar," A very good looking man with olive skin and deep brown eyes waved in greeting, "And his friend Lena, who is an artist" Lena was small with short, spiky, ash blond hair and curvy figure that was barely covered by her short top. She blew Helen a kiss and snuggled in against Caspar.

"And finally, this is Rosina our lead vocalist." Rosina was tall with coffee coloured skin and sported cropped hair coloured bright red. Rosina gave Helen a dazzling smile, "Good to meet you Helen, I hope you like to rock, we're in the mood to shake this place."

Helen laughed, "Sounds good, after a day of airports I need a few cobwebs blown away!"

Erma and Helen found a couple of stools by the stage and settle down to see the set.

The lights dimmed completely and then Rosina's voice came from the darkness, "Hey Baby.." soon to be joined softly by Dieter's. "It's the only cover they do, but it is so sexy," Erma explained, "I love JJ Cale."

Then as faint blue light suffused the stage the band played through Cale's song and segued into one of their own. The lights brightened and as the numbers continued the crowd became increasingly boisterous. They clearly had a serious following and Helen noticed, not only groups dancing , but that many of those in the room were singing along.

They were a proper band, good rhythm and Rosina could really sing. They were hints of The Doors and also there was some influence from more recent groups, but mostly Helen was struck that she was hearing a new sound, a new style. Erma laughed and called out as Rosina strutted the stage in what she called her ‘Mock Jagger' mode. They were bloody good, but they also knew how to have fun and the crowd loved them. Erma leant over a raising her voice over the music explained "We've had a couple of A&R guys following them, but we're recording this to webcast. Looks promising."

It wasn't long before Helen and Erma were up off their seats and dancing, then Erma grabbed Helen and dragged her up on the side of the stage beside the band and they danced wildly throwing themselves into the music to the delight of the band and the audience.

All too soon the set was finished and the audience drifted away. The band were buzzing with adrenaline and Erma suggested they go back the apartment to party. No one took any persuading and soon enough they arrived back at the apartment. On their way back Helen had struck up a conversation with Rosina, who was the daughter of a German mother and a US airman and very much the rock chick, but very funny.

When they got back to the apartment Helen settled down on the sofa between Rosina and Bernd and was quickly passed a cold beer and a joint. Much of the conversation was in English and drifted between sympathy for Helen's plight and a post mortem of that night's performance, which appeared to have met with near universal approval, apart from Caspar, who felt that he should have had more time for a solo. But there was no bad temper and a lot of laughter as all of them got quite merry and quite high. Helen was enjoying the good humour and company, but was also aware that there seemed to be an undercurrent to the conversation and mood. Erma's top was slipping slightly off her shoulders and, while she could see one of Dieter's hands, the other appeared to have wormed its way under Erma's short skirt as she kissed him.

Helen felt herself colour with embarrassment and arousal. The atmosphere in the room had changed. Conversation was now in whispers and, when she looked over to Erma, she saw that Dieter's hand was under Erma's sex and he was clearly playing with her pussy.

Rosina leant over and whispered, "Sometimes after a really good gig the parties can get quite...intimate."

Helen decided to play it cool, "Intimate? You mean sex? I see. Who are the couples?"

Rosina laughed, "Perhaps Erma and Dieter, but really Honey we don't worry too much it's nice to have a little variety!"

If Helen was going to get up and go to bed, now was the time to do it, but she didn't want to. It had been bad day that had ended well and, since Simon "The Arsehole" had let her down, she wasn't sure she felt like being the chaste fiancé. Simon had always thought her very straight-laced, but the truth was he was a very conservative lover and often she found him boring. It was, if she was honest, their shared interest in the shop that had kept them together. That, and the money from Simon's parents to help the shop, had resulted in her saying "yes" to his proposal.

Helen looked over to see that Erma had pulled off her top and slipped down between Dieter's legs. She pulled Dieter's jeans down, freeing his cock and then bent over to take him deep into her mouth. Dieter moaned and sighed with pleasure and reached behind Erma to pull her panties to one side and started to finger her pussy.

Around the room all eyes were drawn to Dieter and Erma. Helen realised that she was getting very wet and that there was that distinct odour of arousal in the room as men shifted to keep erections more comfortable and the other women were clearly all watching the scene with lust filled eyes.

Helen became aware of a slim hand on her knee and looked to see Rosina without taking her eyes off the Dieter and Erma was stroking her thigh. "You have great legs" Rosina murmured to Helen.

Helen couldn't think what to say, "Thank you I try to keep fit" she blurted and blushed crimson with the embarrassment. Rosina's hand began to move up Helen's thigh and, while her mind screamed at her to close her legs, her subconscious seemed to have taken control and she felt her knees widen involuntarily.

In front of her Helen could see that Lena had lost her top and Caspar was playing with her nipples and nuzzling her neck. Helen realised that it her last chance to decide either to leave or stay and she decided this night, far from home, it was a chance for ‘no strings no regrets'. She moved her legs further apart and then carefully moved Rosina's hand to her sex. Rosina turned and looked into her eyes and Helen said, "I think I want you" and kissed her.

Rosina broke off the kiss and stood up. She pulled her top off to reveal two small firm breasts and unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor. Naked, apart from a thong, Rosina pulled Helen's tee-shirt off and pulled her jeans down. The bra and panties quickly followed as Helen rushed to divest herself of clothes until she was left sitting legs open and naked on the sofa. Rosina then moved down between Helen's legs, she kissed the insides of Helens thighs and then with butterfly kisses, flicks of her tongue and gentle nips of her teeth she slowly worked her way up to Helen's pussy.

Rosina's journey to Helen's sex finally finished with a long firm lick of her sex from her gaping cunt to her clitoris. Helen moaned in pleasure and closed her eyes for a moment. She became aware of someone beside her and realised that the giant frame of Bernd was towering over her, a huge thick cock in his hands. Helen looked up at him and licked her lips. Bernd held his cock out for her. It was unlike any she had seen before, it was very dark, bulbous and heavily veined. Simon's would be dwarfed by this behemoth and at that moment Helen realised that she would not be satisfied unless she had this monster inside her. She ran her lips and tongue around it and began to suck it and to coat it with saliva; all the time pumping Bernd's shaft with her hands.

Helen broke away for a moment to look down to Rosina, who was continuing to lick at her pussy. She saw Jürgen strip off his jeans and kneel behind Rosina. He pulled Rosina's thong to one side and she wiggled her hips like a cat in heat before he plunged his cock straight into her. Rosina moaned and then, her face slick with Helen's juices she restarted her assault on Helen's sex.

Across the room Erma wiped Dieter's cum from her lips and, in German, asked her boyfriend, "I think my new friend could be a lot of fun. Could we bring her with us to Frankfurt?"

Dieter looked over at Helen. She was flushed and close to cumming. She was enthusiastically pumping and sucking at Bernd's cock and her legs were a wide as a gymnast's as she granted Rosina access to her sex. "Sound's fair. I thought you had brought some dowdy mouse home and we would have all had to be quiet, but she is a lot of fun....and clearly game."

Helen shuddered as Rosina brought her to climax, but then decided she had to try a ride of Bernd's cock. She broke away from Rosina and kissed her, tasting her own juices on Rosina's lips and then motioned for Bernd to sit down on the sofa. She knelt over him and enjoyed his big hands play with her tits before reaching down and taking his tumescence in her hand. She was glad she was so wet as now, as she contemplated impaling herself on him, she was slightly nervous she could accommodate him.

Helen eased the cockhead inside her and then, looking straight into Bernd's ice-blue eyes, she began to move slowly, deliciously, easing him deep into her core. Bernd's hands moved to Helen's hips and slowly he pushed her down on to his cock, revelling in the sensations as she engulfed him. Then when Helen had taken him in to the hilt she began to rock her hips and shudder as they moved in unison. They started slowly to get used to each other, but soon Helen was rapidly plunging herself on to the full length of Bernd's shaft, gasping each time it filled her.

As Caspar's cock slid deliciously into her hot wet sex, Lena's eyes were drawn to the frantic couplings around her as Bernd and Helen and Rosina and Jürgen fucked. This was good, but she wanted more. Lena loved to fuck. She revelled in sex and sensuality, and the more partners, the more variety, the better. She motioned to Erma to join her. Erma stood up and pulled her skirt off and walked over to Lena. Erma was aching for release, she loved to pleasure Dieter, but now she wanted to cum and Lena was just who she needed. Lena pulled away from Caspar and stood up to kiss Erma. They embraced, revelling in the softness and feel of their bodies and then settled back to the floor, Lena pulling Erma on top of her in a sixty-nine. Erma bent her head to Lena's sex while blissfully surrendering to Lena's fingers and tongue as they explored her pussy.

Lena licked and nipped at Erma's hood and clit and began to slide first two and then three fingers in Erma's cunt. She stopped for a moment and savoured Erma's sweet pussy and then slipped her fingers back into Erma and began to quickly thrust into her while sucking and licking Erma's clitoris. Within a minute Erma was flushed and jerking as she began to cum. Erma had tried to pleasure Lena at the same time, but her ability to do so had faltered as she lost control under Lena's skilled fingers and tongue and a massive orgasm surged through her causing her to convulse as pulses of pure pleasure raced though her.

Erma laughed and then rolled around kiss Lena. As Lena returned her affections, Erma reached a hand down to Lena's sex and began to quickly rub her fingers across Lena's clitoris. Lena moaned and arched her back. Erma bent over and took one of Lena's nipples in her mouth and sucked and teased it. Lena began to pant and shake. Her juices coated Erma's hand and she was close to cumming. Erma teased the fingers of her free hand across Lena's lips and Lena responded by sucking them. Them Erma took those fingers slick with Lena's saliva and touched against Lena's ass. Lena's hips bucked hard against Erma's fingers and she shuddered as she came. The two women embraced and kissed lovingly. Dieter came over and kissed Lena and then Erma and then taking them both by the hand he led them to bed.

Caspar wasn't going to be left sitting with a hard-on and no one to share it with, so he moved in front of Rosina who happily took him in her mouth. Rosina rocked with Jürgen's cock in her cunt so that his thrusts drove her down the length of Caspar's cock. Jürgen licked a thumb and began to play with Rosina's ass and that was rewarded with a shudder and low moan. He began to slowly rotate the thumb and send pulses of pleasure through Rosina's core so that he felt her muscles clench against his thumb and cock. Rewarded by this reaction Jürgen started to thrust even harder with his cock and intensified his stimulation of Rosina's ass.

Rosina thought she was going to faint from the sensations flowing through her and had to pull away from Caspar for a moment as a powerful orgasm caused her to cry out. Then she redoubled her efforts on Caspar as she felt him tense and was rewarded by the feel of his muscles tighten completely and then jet after jet of cum gushed into her mouth. Jürgen felt his balls tighten and muscles contract and his thrusts became ragged. Rosina looked over her shoulder at him and breathlessly extorted him, "That's it baby cum in me. I want to feel you cum." Jürgen pumped his hips violently and felt as if his whole being was centred in the head of his cock as it tensed further and further and then gasped as it released a torrent of cum deep into Rosina's cunt.

Helen was aware of others around her, but her whole body and mind was focused on riding Bernd's cock to an ecstatic oblivion. She had never felt lust like this; pure unadulterated fucking of a kind which she had never had with Simon. Bernd was pawing at her breasts, kissing her and driving her to ever more frantic movements. But he was also skilled and he had subtly moved her so that his cock was driving along the front wall of her cunt, sending deep pulsed of pleasure though her. Helen had only once ever cum before without either Simon or her playing with her clit, but she was so highly sexed this night that an huge orgasm was growing, sending deep tremors through her pelvis and up her spine.

Bernd was also having a fabulous time. He was an experienced lover, but without realising Helen was taking him further than he had ever been. She was taking him almost to the point where stimulation could become pain, but just to the edge. Then Helen tensed the muscles in her pussy and he growled in anticipation, "Ahhh.... I can't hold much longer.. I'm going to cum." Helen responded by bouncing furiously and, as she felt Bernd's cum surge into her, she shrieked and convulsed as she came harder than she had ever experienced. She flopped against his shoulders and revelled in the sensation as Bernd hugged her close to him, his cock still buried deep inside her.

They stayed there silent and tenderly embracing for some minutes before slowly and gingerly Helen climbed off Bernd and held out a hand to him. On the rug before them Rosina lay curled between Jürgen and Caspar. They were clearly drifting off into sleep and Bernd lifted a throw to cover them. Helen kissed him again and then whispered, "I think we all need some sleep." She held out her hand and took Bernd to the spare bed and curled up against him. Within seconds they were both in a deep sleep.

9.00am Friday 16 April, Near Kurfürstendamm Strasse, Berlin

Helen slowly woke up, enjoying the sensation of Simon's strong arms around her naked body and the feel of his huge cock nestled against her buttocks. She nuzzled back into him and for a moment enjoyed the soft tingle of his full beard against her shoulder.

"Hold on.... beard....strong arms... Huge Cock!" She leapt from the bed and looked around the room. Posters for Lou Reed, Kraftwerk, Metropolis and Megaherz adorned the walls and on the bed a big blond man sporting long blond hair, a long full beard and a huge erection was blearily looking up at her. Helen was about the scream when the realisation dawned on her that she was in Erma's apartment in the Berlin. Then came the shock of what she had done. She sat down on the edge of the bed and wondered aghast at what had happened.

Bernd put an arm around her and asked, "Are you ok Helen?"

Helen shook her head, "I can't believe that happened. I mean I just came over for the trade fair and should have been with my fiancé's parents last night and instead I've been in an orgy with rock band! I mean Bernd what am I going to say to Simon?"

Bernd laughed, "You didn't need much encouragement last night and if you enjoyed yourself even half as much as I did... well I've never had sex like it, you were fabulous. You are very a beautiful woman and you love sex, why apologise?"

Helen blushed, "I don't think Simon would be so understanding. He is always very jealous and since we're engaged he might well have a reason to be. I mean he's left holding the shop and...." Helen's voice tailed off as she remembered just why she wasn't already half way back home, and why she had to do so much around the shop and the trade fair. Simon was an arsehole. Why was she panicking? He didn't need to know and frankly he wasn't in the same league as Bernd as a lover. Helen turned to Bernd and kissed him gently on the forehead. "Thank you, Bernd. Thank you."

Bernd drew Helen back into bed and kissed her. Their hands roamed over each other and Helen felt Bernd's cock spring to attention in her hand. She had just bent down to take it into her mouth when there was a knock at the door and Erma walked in with a tray of coffee and toast. "Well, Good Morning Helen!" she remarked, eyes twinkling with amusement, "I was bringing you some rolls, but I see you were going for knockwurst."

Helen laughed and raised a two fingered salute. More sex was interesting, but she was slightly hungover and absolutely ravenous so breakfast took precedence over Bernd. As she tucked into warm rolls and jam Helen realised that she and Bernd were still naked and Erma was only partially dressed in an open dressing gown. Yet this all seemed natural and relaxed.

"Did you sleep ok?" Erma asked impishly.

"Very well" Helen replied. Then in a mood to be totally honest she continued, "I was exhausted and it was good to forget all of the frustrations of the day."

Bernd nodded sagely, "Yeh, I find that, if I have had a shitty day, nothing is better than a good fucking to put it in perspective." Helen giggled and hugged him, "Very true."

"Before you two get too friendly," Erma interrupted, "We will need to get on the road soon, if we are going to make it to the gig. Helen, I checked the flights this morning and nothing is flying in Europe today and probably tomorrow. I spoke with Dieter and we would be happy to give you a lift as far as Frankfurt. The band has a gig there tonight and we have borrowed an apartment from Lena's auntie, so if you want you can crash with us. By the way there are some clothes in the wardrobe if you want to wear something fresh."

Helen was delighted and embarrassed at Erma's generosity. The only clothes she had with her had been her business suit and a change of blouse and underwear, "I don't know what to say, I mean without you I'd be stuck in the airport going nowhere. You are all too good to me."

A hour later, showered and dressed in a borrowed dress and denim jacket, Helen helped load up a Volkswagen van and Rosina's ancient Mercedes for the trip to Frankfurt. Rosina had suggested the girls take the car as it was much more comfortable, so Helen was soon ensconced on the soft old leather backseat with Lena beside her as Rosina began the long drive across country.

Helen checked her watch and decided it was late enough to ring Simon. She rang twice and left voicemails for him to get to the bank, but knowing her fiancé, she was concerned that, if he had gone on the lash, he was probably comatose at some mate's house. Helen pursed her lips, if Simon didn't get to the bank she was still in a bind, with only a few Euros, and no way of travelling further. She decided to try to talk to Alice, Simon's Mother. Alice hadn't hidden her initial dismay at her Westminster educated son falling for a pretty Geordie lass, she thought Helen was below him and that he should have would someone of ‘better breeding'. But over the last two years it did seem that Alice's views had softened and given she was now to be her future daughter-in-law, Helen was hopeful of some help.

The phone rang for a few moments and then that familiar awfully posh voice answered, "Alice Strong."

Helen forced herself to smile, "Hello Alice, its Helen, I am sorry to bother you, but I've been trying to contact Simon, but his phone seems to be off. I've a bit of a problem as Simon forgot to get to the bank and the shop credit card has been blocked as the balance isn't sufficient."

"Ah..." Alice answered, "Did Simon not tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"Well Derek and I decided that you both need to stop that silly business with the shop. Derek has found a job with one of his trading firms for Simon and withdrawn his guarantee on the shop."

Helen was horrified, without Alice and Derek as guarantors the bank wouldn't extend them any credit, "But Alice, I'm stuck in Germany, and the card is blocked, how I am going to get home?"

Helen was sure she could hear Alice smile as she responded, "Well Dear, it is just a silly ash cloud. It will be gone in a few days, you can always treat it as a holiday."

"But Alice, we can't afford to let the shop sit without trading. I mean it was difficult to get it going at first, but we can't afford to stop trading now or we lose everything.

Can you please get Simon to run it until I get back." Helen pleaded.

Alice's reply was cutting, "Well Dear you shouldn't have embarked on a business with so little finance. I'm sorry, but Derek and I have had enough subsidising you and Simon to ‘play shop'. Its time you both got proper jobs." With that she hung up.

Helen sat as the Mercedes cruised along the autobahn and stared numbly at her phone. Alice and Derek had, without informing her, pulled the plug on the shop. Two years of desperately hard work had been just beginning to pay off, but they were on incredibly tight margins and that guarantee had provided just enough leeway with the bank to allow a line of credit. Without credit they would be unable to source the new stock which she had identified in Berlin. In short, the shop was finished and so, she realised, were her dreams not only of the business, but also of marriage to Simon.

Alice and Derek had always resented her hold on their son and, as she sat in the car, she realised that Simon's lack of attention to the shop and to her in recent weeks was clearly because he already knew that this was coming to an end. She drew herself into a ball on the seat and began to quietly sob. Lena put a hand on her shoulder and Rosina said nothing, but found the first exit off the motorway and pulled into a service station. They clambered out of the car and Rosina enquired, "Bad news?"

Helen sighed and told the girls the news and her realisation of its implications. One by one they hugged her. Helen took a deep breath, in a strange way it was, after the initial shock, a relief. She had begun to have serious doubts about Simon and, well, Alice was a witch. "I don't know what I am going to do from next week, but for now we all have to get to Frankfurt and I am going to party as hard as eighty Euros will allow."

Helen settled into the backseat of the car again and Rosina put on some music to lighten the mood. Soon all four of them were singing along to Crowded House, Abba and the Stones. Erma and Rosina exchanged glances Helen was actually pretty good and could not only hold a good tune, but was able to effortlessly harmonize with others.

Rosina called back from the front seat, "Helen, where did you learn to sing?"

"My family are all musicians. My mum was a folk singer. She had a decent reputation around home, but fashions change and you don't find many rich folk singers. But I love to sing and I play a bit of guitar when I get a chance."

As they passed Wolfsburg, Helen was quietly considering her options. She couldn't afford to travel without more cash and although she could possibly sell her laptop, even then it might not be enough. Realistically she would need to spend some time in Frankfurt and earn some travelling money, but at what? It might be possible to get shop work or cleaning, she was a hard worker, but her schoolgirl German might not be enough. If she could get a few hundred Euros she would, she was sure, be able to either get home or else at least get somewhere to stay and look for better work. During the rest of the journey Helen was mostly silent as she pondered what on earth was going on. She should be focused on nothing but getting home, but it seemed as if ties were being cut career, fiancé, in-laws were all either gone or going. The future was both frightening and exciting. But what to do?

4.00pm Friday 16 April, Near Hauptbahnhof, Frankfurt

Rosina parked in a quiet private car park near the train station and Lena led the three girls across the street. Helen didn't need to ask the nature of the main business in this district. It was full of strip clubs and bars and more than a few sex shops. Lena led them to the entrance of night club which had ‘Club Eros' emblazoned in neon across its facade and led them in. The chief bouncer clearly knew Lena and kissed her in greeting before ushering them in a side door to an office where an attractive middle aged woman, who bore a striking similarity to Lena, greeted them effusively.

This, Helen realised immediately, must be Lena's Aunt Claudia. Claudia hugged Helen and said, "You poor Dear, Lena has told me all about you being stranded. I hope she has looked after you well."

"Lena and these guys have been brilliant, Claudia," She replied, "Without them I would be stranded in Berlin Airport with no money, no bed, no food. I am so grateful to them, and to you for letting me sleep here tonight."

Claudia and Lena looked at each other and then laughed. Helen was nonplussed for a moment and then Claudia explained, "Honey, the bedrooms here are rented by the hour and the only thing the beds don't get used for is sleeping. The apartment is across the road. Come on, I'll take you over to it."

The apartment turned out to be a large well furnished flat with three bedrooms and a big living room with a futon. "So at least everyone will get a bed that night," Helen thought to herself, "So long as they don't mind sharing." She smiled at the memory of waking with Bernd that morning . "Yes a little more of that wouldn't hurt."

The girls dropped off their bags and freshened up before heading back to the basement of Club Eros where the boys were setting up the band's kit for a concert that night. Bernd greeted Helen with a cheery wave and Dieter kissed her and explained, "We're playing here tonight as it kind of fits our style as we like the bohemian feel and hey it's ‘sex and drugs and rock and roll'."

Helen laughed at Dieter's dreadful Ian Drury impression. Lena brought in a crate of beers and Helen, Lena and Erma sat back and watched a listened as the band did and sound check and then broke into an impromptu set. Once again Helen noted how well the band played. They were a lot better than some jobbing pub band.

Rosina and Dieter's voices were pure rock, while Jürgen and Bernd set tight hard rhythm that set a strong foundation for Caspar's soaring solos. All too soon they took a break and Lena suggested, "Helen do you fancy a look around?"

"Yes it would be good to explore a bit." Helen replied. So the two women left the basement and wandered up the stairs. "The Club" Lena explained, "has three parts. The basement is a venue for bands and dancing, mostly bands. Although sometimes they have live sex shows. Then there is the main bar and then upstairs are the private rooms. The girls rent those from Auntie Claudia."

"Don't the Police crack down?" Helen asked.

"Nah, this is all legal," Lena explained, "The girls and boys have to be licensed and health checked, but no madams or pimps. It's a pretty good system. I mean prostitution goes on better to make it legit and safe. Anyway," she continued, "Fancy a drink? I'm buying."

Helen said ok so Lena took her into the bar. It was dark apart from a stage where a stripper was beginning her routine. Helen had never seen a striptease except for pale imitations on TV and this was more interesting than she had expected. Although it was hard to keep a straight face watching the men who either looked like naughty schoolboys or else were in cheering from the cover of stag parties. Lena brought over two glasses of white wine and they watched the show for a while, before two men came over. They looked in their early thirties and were dressed in expensive casual clothes. Helen took a quick look and reckoned they must be brothers or at least cousins. "Evening Ladies," The taller man began in English, "Would you mind if we join you?"

Lena shrugged and taking that as assent they both sat at the table. "I'm Peter and this is Mark, we couldn't help, but notice two such beautiful women sitting alone. Please, may we buy you a drink?"

Helen had to restrain a laugh, these boys were so cheesy it was funny, but they also had an ease and confidence about them that reminded her of Simon. They were used to money and to getting their own way. "No thanks" Lena replied, "We've only just got these."

If that was meant to discourage them, it didn't have any effect "We're here to celebrate our Bro's last weekend of freedom," Mark explained, "Old Dave is getting hitched and like the good brothers we are Peter and I have promised to give him a weekend to remember. Do you fancy helping us?"

Lena looked him up and down appraisingly and responded, "Boys, you couldn't afford us."

Mark laughed, "Trust me, price won't be a problem." and he patted his jacket pocket. Helen and Lena exchanged glances. This was not something that Helen has expected, although Lena wasn't totally surprised. She turned and leant over to Helen, "Do you want me to tell them to fuck off?"

Helen thought for a moment. To be honest this was going to come down to money. She needed funds, but to sleep with men for money wasn't a step to be taken lightly. This came down to what price was she prepared to settle on as being worth it. Helen whispered back, "That depends on the price."

Lena nodded and turned back to Mark, "How many of you?"

"Three. Me, Peter and Dave."

Lena paused and licked her lips. "What do you want to do?" Helen could see Peter shift in his chair, "He's hard already" she thought to herself.

Mark paused, he showed no signs of any embarrassment or awkwardness - he had clearly had this conversation before, "We'd like some oral and you girls to put on show for us, then sex."

Lena pursed her lips and then quietly consulted with Helen, "Are you game for this?"

Helen gulped, she could still back out, but one more word and she knew she was committed. "Yes, are you?"

Lena nodded, "Three-fifty each and anything else will be extra" she said flatly. Mark didn't move.

"If you can't afford us boys...." Lena began.

Mark held up his hand, "No, I was just wondering what you would charge for anal?"

Lena looked to Helen, who answered herself this time, "Two hundred extra each. Paid in advance"

Mark was surprised, "You're English!"

"I don't think that adds to the price," Helen replied cheekily, "but if you would rather not go ahead, that's ok."

Peter answered Helen's challenge by producing a billfold and counting out sixteen one-hundred Euro notes and one fifty. Helen felt her knees weaken if nerves, but also she realised she was very aroused by the thought of what she had just negotiated. Lena took the money and said cheerily, "So, you boys want to party?"

Mark grinned and called over to another man who was buying drinks at the bar. This was must be ‘Old Dave' who was clearly the youngest of the three brothers. He came over and he smiled broadly as Mark stood with Helen and Lena on either arm. "Woo Hoo! What beautiful girls. Brothers, you have done me proud."

After nipping into Claudia's office to put the money in the safe and to get a key, Lena led them to the lift and up to a room on the top floor. Helen looked out of the window. The sun was getting low in the sky and the neon signs of the shops and clubs shone brightly in the streets. She was nervous, but also excited. This was a fantasy for her and yet, she had rationalised that effectively it was much the same as marrying Simon to secure the shop. In fact this might just be more open and honest. Lena came up behind her and put an arm around her waist, "Nervous?"

Helen pursed her lips, "More excited. I want to do this and I want to enjoy it, but well, where to start?"

Lena answered by drawing Helen close and kissing her. Helen responded and ran her fingers through Lena's hair. The three men quietly sat down on the edge of the bed, Mark and Peter flanking their brother and watched as the women kissed passionately.

The room suddenly seemed very warm and Helen felt the need to shed clothes, but then what was the point in just pulling her clothes off, this was a performance and she had been paid, so she decided to entertain the clients. She broke away from Lena and slowly began to undo the buttons down the front of her borrowed dress. She slipped the top half off so that it fell to her waist and felt Lena move behind her and kiss the nape of her neck. Helen moaned with lust and pleasure and then, with one last button undone, the dress fell to the floor leaving her in bra, panties and stockings. Lena's hands moved around and fingers traced against her belly and cupped her breasts, then one hand slipped inside her panties and down to the wet curls of her sex. Helen breathed in deeply and then looked each of the men straight in the eye.

The three men on the bed were leaning forward watching intently and a small part of Helen lust-fogged brain registered that here she was near naked and with three men, but she held the power, at least for now. Helen turned and kissed Lena again and then reaching behind her unzipped Lena's skirt so that it dropped off and then pulled her tee-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Lena's bare breasts were topped with dark, almost brown, nipples which were drawn into erect points. Helen bent her head and kissed each nipple slowly and carefully drawing a sigh of pleasure from Lena. Then Helen turned to the men. "Gentlemen, what would you like now. Would you like Lena and me to suck on your cocks?"

In answer Dave stood up and undid his jeans to free a pole-like erection. Laughing Mark and Peter followed their brother's lead and Lena and Helen moved over to them. Helen kissed Dave and then slipped her hand down on to his cock which jumped in anticipation. "Hmm not long for this one" Helen thought.

She reached over and encircled Peter's cock which was thicker and heavier than Dave's it was a handful and she realised that this would be cock worth savouring. Helen looked over and saw that Mark was kneeling before Lena and kissing and licking her breasts, "Fuck me you have gorgeous tits!" he murmured. Lena rewarded him by pushing him back on the bed and rolling his cock between her breasts. He gasped in pleasure and then again as she bent over and took him deep into her mouth and into her throat.

Helen started on Peter. First cupping his balls and running her hands up and down his length and then ever so slowly she licked up from his balls to the dark rose head of his cock. Peter groaned. Helen began to swirl her tongue over the top of his cock and around the ridge at the base of his glans. Peter shuddered and his eyes rolled back in his head as nerve endings sparkled with pleasure. Helen looked up at Peter, "Like that?"

Peter met her gaze with lust filled eyes, "God yes! That is fabulous."

Helen smiled and turned to Dave and repeated what she had just done for Peter. She could tell he was on a hair trigger, so she brought him close to the brink, but not over it. This was a strange challenge. She had never been with two men before and never would have considered the need to choreograph two blow-jobs, but, as she was being paid, Helen was determined not only to enjoy herself, but also to test herself. Just how much pleasure could she give these men and would they have any idea that she had never even considered turning trick before this night.

And so she worked Peter and Dave in turn. Peter had more stamina and control, but Helen soon had him bucking to meet her mouth as she pumped his shaft. Then, just as he was about to climax, he groaned as she abandoned him again to once again go down on his younger brother.

This time Helen was not going to stop, she pushed herself to take him down into her throat, fighting the urge to gag and then as she moved her mouth and hands in unison she felt Dave stiffen. "Once more" Helen thought to herself and sure enough Dave gasped and jerked and sweet viscous cum filled her mouth. Helen looked up and licked her lips and swallowed as Dave watched and then licked his cock clean. Helen looked over to Peter and smiled, "You want to cum, Hon?"

He nodded furiously, "Fuck Yes!"

There was no need for subtlety now, Peter was bursting to cum and she had put on a performance that had clearly captivated him and left her feeling energised and very horny. She quickly began to pump his shaft and suck on his manhood matching the small thrusts of his hips against her downward movements to taken him ever closer to climax. Helen was vaguely aware of Lena bringing Mark to a climax, but was focused completely on the man she realised was her client, her customer. Helen felt Peter begin to shake with tension as his cock grew even stiffer and fuller. His thrusts became more pronounced and she had to stop for a second to avoid gagging. As he began to jerk Helen eased back momentarily and then sucked down hard on him, taking each surge of cum until he had nearly filled her mouth. Then, as she had for his brother, Helen slowly licked every drop of semen from Peter's cock.

Lena lifted Helen up from her knees and kissed her, then slowly licked a dribble of cum from Helen's cheek. She asked coquettishly "Would you boys like to rest a little while and maybe we could give you a little show?"

Mark smiled broadly and, shedding his clothes, sat naked on a chair across from the bed. Peter and Dave did likewise leaving the bed free for Helen and Lena. Helen was happy to take her lead from Lena. Both climbed on to the bed and then Lena kissed Helen. Lena took Helen's left hand and placed it between her breasts, her fingers tracing across the soft, warm skin. Helen drifted her hands over Lena's torso revelling in the feel of her soft curves.

Lena reached up and slipped the shoulder straps of Helen's bra down off her shoulders, then reached around and unclipped it so that it fell to the bed, freeing Helen's full breasts. Lena pushed Helen back down on to the bed and pulled her panties down leaving Helen naked, but for her stockings. Lena eased Helen's leg apart and ran her fingers along Helen's wet open pussy, she gestured over to the men, "Oh, she is so wet. I bet she tastes good." Lena leant forward and ran her tongue along in a slow lascivious lick the length of Helen's sex. Helen whimpered and grabbed the sheets. She raised her hips to grant Lena better access to her sex and Lena responded by moving her hands under Helen's buttocks so that she could raise Helen's sex to her mouth like a chalice, savouring her taste.

Lena could have continued like this for some time, but she was dying to be touched as well, so she pulled back and slipped her panties off, straddling Helen in a sixty-nine. Helen answered her unspoken needs by immediately exploring Lena's pussy, initially with her tongue and then also with fingers frigging across her clitoris, all the time licking Lena's open sex.

Lena responded in kind and soon the women were both racing towards orgasms and also struggling to keep their attentions focused on each other's needs rather than the ripples of pleasure deep within their bodies. Lena began to shudder and growl and her hips began to buck as wave after wave of sensation built up until, with an involuntary shout, she came.

Mark showed his appreciation with a low whistle and Lena raised her head and with an arch look, stated, "I'm not done with this one, guys. You'll have to wait a few minutes yet."

Mark laughed, "Please take your time. This is good."

Lena slipped off Helen who looked back to her quizzically until she lifted her bag from beside the bed and took out a large double ended dildo. Lena raised herself up on one knee and ever so slowly rotated one head around her sex and then eased it into her soaking cunt. Helen was watching this with a mix of anticipation and trepidation as Lena then moved her hips close to Helen's and moved the other end of the dildo up to Helen's sex, "Now, put that in." She commanded.

Helen reached down between her legs and gripped the dark red jelly and rubbed it along her pussy lips before, little by little, it slipped into her. Lena pulled herself closer again to Helen, pushing the dildo deep inside both of their bodies so that they were joined by a hand's width of the shaft. She began to rock her hips so that the dildo thrust simultaneously into both pussies. Helen's back arched and she moaned, "Oh Fuck! That's so good...oh fuck!"

Lena's answer was to reach down with both hands to Helen's sex. Her right held the shaft of the dildo and pushed down so the natural bend in it straightened. Then, as she thrust her hips, both ends went even deeper. Lena used the fingers of her left hand to rapidly frig Helen's clitoris. Within minute a deep flush spread across Helen's skin, she began to moan and buck. Her teeth clenched and her neck strained back. Her hips began to bounce and, with a howl, she came. Helen flopped back on the bed. If this was the end of it, it was already a spectacular experience, but Lena wasn't finished. Lena pulled back slipping the dildo from her own cunt and produced a vibrator and a tube of lube. Helen was lying back slowly fucking herself and enjoying the warmth and soft feel of the jelly dildo, when Lena leant over and commanded, "Roll over, but keep that inside you."

Helen did as she was asked and raised her ass in the air so the men could see she was still using the dildo. She felt Lena's breath and then her tongue lick across her buttocks and then a finger, slippery with lube circled the puckered entrance of her ass. Helen bit her bottom lip in anticipation and then groaned with pleasure as first one and then two of Lena's fingers entered her ass. Lena smiled at Helen's reaction, "You like that don't you? Do you like to have your ass fucked?"

Helen groaned, "Yes. I love to be fucked in the ass."

Lena held up a medium sized vibrator so that the men could see it and then ever so slowly she licked it and then squeezed some lube on it. "Helen, have you ever had a cock in your ass and pussy at the same time?" She teased the vibrator around Helen's ass and then inserted the tip.

Helen could feel herself losing control, the vibrations were pulsing through her ass and into her cunt, which was still filled with the dildo she was fucking herself with. Lena eased the vibrator ever further until Helen felt she could take no more, she was panting and gasping, and then she shrieked "Oh god!... Oh fuck.. I'm going to cum!..I'm ..I'm cumming. " Her whole body spasmed and she jack-knifed across the bed, almost throwing Lena off. Then Helen lay back, panting and laughing in the afterglow.

Lena looked over haughtily at the men who were sitting enrapt with three large erections standing to attention. She lifted a pack of three and tossed them over, saying, "If you boys want some of this you need to have your protection on." Within seconds all three were properly attired and clearly desperate for attention. Lena stepped over to stand over Dave who was seated on the sofa and said, "Birthday Boy, would you like to fuck me in the pussy or ass...or maybe both?" Dave coloured, he was very nervous, but managed to hoarsely answer, "Both please!"

Lena smiled, "Good choice" She straddled him and reaching being pulled his cock to her pussy and slid down his shaft. Dave looked up at Lena's breasts and her striking face and said, "You are fabulous! And Jesus you know how to fuck!" She smiled and began to rock her hips sliding him almost out of her cunt and then riding back down his length to his hilt.

Mark got up and walked over to the bed where Helen was lying, dildo and vibrator cast aside. "Would you like a real cock now?" he asked.

Helen sat up and pulled him over on to the bed. "Damn right I do." She pushed him on to his back and straddled him, "Hold your dick for me." She ordered. Helen was almost beyond lust. She had taken the frustrations and stresses of the last couple of days had refocused them on this sex, this act and power and excitement of the moment. Feeling Mark's cock against her slick pussy she drove herself back hard on to him and exulted in the sensation as she rode him. As Helen rode him Mark reached up and played with her tits, caressing and squeezing them, quite firmly and sending a whole new set of nerve endings buzzing.

Helen looked over to see Lena was working Dave, but Peter was as yet on his own. She had loved the sensation of the dildo and the vibrator. "Peter, would you like to fuck me in the ass?"

Peter was across the room in an instant and Helen had to pause for a second as he slipped a little more lube on to his cock and then placed the tip of it against her hole. He leant forward and Helen groaned, "Fuck that's good. Don't stop, but be gentle you're very big."

Peter held Helen's hips and in small thrusts felt her open to his cock until he was fully in her. Helen's senses were raging with stimulation from her breasts, her pussy and her anus. She took a minute or so to find a rhythm, but soon she was rocking herself back and forward as the two cocks plunged deep into her.

Lena could see the three on the bed and was surprised how naturally Helen had taken the two men on and then taken control. She climbed off Dave and ushered him to the floor. Lena put a little lube on his condom and sat over him, "Shall I let you fuck my ass, Birthday Boy?" she asked and teased Dave's cock against her asshole.

He nodded and Lena eased down taking him little by little until his balls were pressed against her. Then she rocked back and opened her legs letting Dave watch as he filled her ass with each thrust.

Helen Peter and mark moved as one for a few minutes before Mark asked, "Bro, you wanna swap positions? I fancy trying some anal."

Peter nodded and withdrew and Helen took a deep breath and slipped off Mark. She reached into Lena's bag and pulled out another condom and tossed it to Peter, who discarded his first and rolled the fresh one on before lying down on the bed. Helen straddled him and slipped his cock into her pussy in one movement, then waited to feel Mark at her ass. Sure enough he pressed against her and then edged into her open slippery ass.

Helen reckoned correctly that neither man would last much longer and she started slowly to tease them before building up a fast hard rhythm that soon had Peter bucking hard and Mark thrusting down so that his balls slapped her buttocks. Mark grabbed her hips and, with a final furious thrust, he came. Helen cried out at the sensation and then again as Peter gasped and filled his condom. The three of them gingerly uncoupled and lay their silently for a minute of two watching as Lena brought Dave to the edge of climax then back again repeatedly.

Then she climbed off him and pulled off his condom. She took his trembling cock into her mouth and deep into her throat. Dave groaned. Lena pumped his shaft once and then sucked as Dave orgasmed with what seemed like a gallon of cum. Lena sat back and wiped a hand across her cum covered lips and smiled, "Happy Birthday!"

Helen stood up and shaky legs and started to dress, shortly followed by Lena and the men. As Mark pulled on his jacket he said, "Thank you Girls, that was something special. Best I've ever had."

Lena laughed, "Not bad for two first timers!"

Mark gaped, "But...in the bar..I thought.. shit!

Helen held up a hand, "My friend here is an artist and I run a small shop. Never would have even considered it, if I hadn't been stranded here because of the fucking ash cloud. Still I had a great time and you guys were really good."

Mark shook his head in astonishment, "Listen, you were really special. If you decide you might do more of this and you are ever in London look me up, I have quite a few friends in the City who would really appreciate the service you girls offer." With that he opened his bill fold and dropped two more one hundred euro notes by the bed, "A tip from three happy punters" he explained and left with his brothers.

Helen flopped down on the bed and let out a laugh, "Fuck me, I needed that, but how the hell did I go from a trade show to hooker in two days!"

Lena sat down beside her, "You have a talent for sex, Helen. It is up to you, but I think you should think about it. You could easily be a high end call girl or model. You should think about it. Or you could go back to your boyfriend and the shop. You should take some time and think about what you want to do, but, listen, of the money from tonight is yours, I was just feeling horny, but you need the cash and new clothes. So come on lets go shopping!"