Berlin

[Kumbu]

I walked into KDs at around 9pm, and was shown to a really large room with a huge bed and large mirrors on two walls. The parade consisted of 6 girls (much better than van Kampen, twenty minutes earlier), of which two were of quality greater than 7. I selected Cheyenne – a cute, voluptuous blonde with a fantastic smile and a nice, large ass. We did the normals – she asked how long, I told her 45 minutes, I paid, undressed, showered, returned to the room and waited for her to enter.

She was wearing tight jeans that revealed her large ass, as well as a black bikini top. She has dirty-blonde hair, an oval shaped face with a very pretty smile. I remember her from the webpage, and it said that she does anal. While I am intrigued by anal, I am not quite ready for that, but I thought it would be nice to have that as an option, in case I feel the need to experiment.

She began undressing, and holy fuck, I nearly passed out. Cheyenne is what you would call a voluptuous or well-endowed woman. She is not really *fat*, but she is certainly on the large side. All the girls that I had sampled in Berlin up until that point had been very slim girls, and Cheyenne was a departure from that mould, but let me just say right now that it was a fabulous experience. I think it was so good because she has a ridiculously beautiful body, as well as an absolutely gem-like personality. S1o she stripped out of her clothes and stood there before me in all her glory. I was standing too, and suddenly (I mean in a matter of seconds), little kumbu stood straight up. She laughed at the sudden standing-to-attention, and I was a little flustered by it myself. I figured it was the effect of the Levitra.

So she lay down on her stomach and I started my ass-grabbing routine. Like I said, she is a large lady, which made the meat-handling all the more fun. Her ass was large, wide, fleshy and yet very, very firm. She is a young girl, perhaps 21 or 22, and she has that youthful verve. As she was showing me the shower earlier, she was running though the corridors like a young 9 year old, shouting at people to get out of the way, making faces at me, etc. She has that child-like quality that you almost never find in a place like this, and it was just a charm to be around.

She told me that she used to be an athlete when she was in school, and I could definitely tell. Her legs were slightly large, but very, very shapely and firm. Her shoulders were wide and strong, and her back was taught like a flat ironing-board. Her belly was slightly round, and her ass was wonderfully round. And finally her breasts were large, soft and oh so very tasty. Her skin was soft and a golden-orange tone. It smelled of some scented skin oil, and felt as smooth as soft butter.

So I plowed my hands into her ass flesh for about 10 minutes, and then I flipped her around and started suckling her beautiful breasts, all the while holding a great little conversation with her. At one point she notices the difference in size between her breasts and my puny little hands and she grabs her breasts and says ‘Mammmmmma!’ This was in reference to how large and womanly her breasts are. She complained about being over-weight, and I tried to tell her how phenomenally great her body was. She said that while SHE agreed, she also recognized that her beauty was not for every man. I thought that was a very mature attitude. On another topic, I asked her how many girls work at KDs, and she said something like 40-50. I was surprised by this, but she said that rarely do they have more than 12 working at any one time. The idea is to be able to have a parade of at least 5-6 girls, even at the busiest of times. And given my experience that night with van Kampen, this is a business practice that I very much endorse.

Anyway, after the breast-munching (which lasted no more than 5 minutes, cut short by my choice), she slapped on a cover and started felatting my boy. I noticed immediately that she has a stud in her tongue, which she uses to great effect. This lasted a few minutes, and then we stitched into missionary position, followed by cowgirl. I grabbed her ass and her hips and she rocked back and forth on me, and I must say it was a really wonderful ending to my long and tiring day. I felt the urge coming on, and I did not want to end it in this position, so I indicated to switch to doggie position, and she obliged. As she rolled off me, my eyes fixated on her ass and followed it like a hunter’s scope on a deer. She got on all fours and before she actually set herself in the position, she looked over at me and smiled. What was she thinking? Why did she do this? This little act really is indicative of Cheyenne herself – she is just so full of life, enjoying every moment, I truly got the rare feeling that she was having a great time.

I was on the opposite side of the bed to her, and so I moved slowly over towards her up-raised ass. As I moved forward, I lowered my head and planted my lips squarely on the left cheek of her ass while both my hands grabbed her hips, and then I kissed her right cheek, signifying the beginning of the real experience. She laughed. I then straightened out my frame and looked down at her spread ass cheeks. They were wide open, revealing an asshole of rather nondescript features. What I mean by this is that it was neither a perfect little corn hole, nor a bulbous asshole, but it was kind of a boring old asshole with few distinctive features. I bent down a little closer to take a better look, and I realized that the reason for this was that it was all waxed up. Ah-ha, now I figured it out – she was all ready for anal. So I took the plunge – I asked her if we could do anal. She paused, and then she flipped over and started to explain. She said that normally she does allow it, for an extra fee, but that because little kumbu was a little too long, she did not think she could do it. I told her that I would not use all of the little guy, but she still felt uncomfortable. I guess this is understandable. And given that I am not really that much of a fan of anal sex, I conceded and moved on to regular old doggie style sex. But if you ask ahead of time, I suspect Cheyenne would be willing to do this for you.

So in goes kumbu, nice and tight, spreading her pussy like Moses through the red sea. And as I spread her pussy, I notice that her asshole convulses slightly (?). So I thrust ever so slowly inwards, and she gasps some breath, and I pull out ever so slowly, and she releases her breath. I thrust in very slowly, and she moans, and I pull back slowly, and she purrs. I thrust in, she growls, I pull out, she Ooooohs. This was the most well-choreographed doggie-style experience I had ever had, and it was just fabulous! We were situated right in front of a large wall-mirror and I could see myself full-on as I fucked her. Just about every other woman that I have been with in this situation has been fixated on her own face – they lie there and look into their eyes as you do your own business. But as I fucked her and grabbed her ass and enjoyed the very real experience of doggie with her, I noticed that she was looking at me in the mirror smiling and licking her lips. Are you fucking kidding me?!?!?

Levitra has the effect of causing unending swelling in the nether regions, but it also diminishes sensitivity a little, and this makes for a longer experience. So I pumped her for a good 5-6 minutes before finally exploding and collapsing a broken man on her beautiful, soft hips. She giggled and whispered things to me for a good five more minutes before cleaning me up and snuggling in my arms. I was falling asleep, so I decided I had better get out of there. We got up, I went to shower, and when I was done she was waiting for me in the room. She kissed me goodbye, and off I went, a happy idiot walking into the Berlin night. Later that night, as I lay my head on my hotel pillow and closed my eyes, I dreamt of Cheyenne's ass. Actually, I dreamt of her lying face-down on the bed with me running my hands over her entire back, from neck to ankles. If any of you guys have the pleasure of Cheyenne's company in the near future, do me a favor and run your hands from her neck down to her ankles (making sure to sample everything in between). And if you could PM me when you do it and share with me the delight it brought to you, I would very much appreciate it.

So this was my second experience with KDs in as many nights, and both times it was excellent. I thought Laura was perhaps the fitter of the girls, and the face-sitting was a very unexpected delight, but Cheyenne was easily the more pleasant and charming girl, and her voluptuous figure was a very tasty departure from the norm. I would highly, highly recommend Cheyenne to anyone who is not on the prowl for a pencil-thin girl.

My next report will be on my last day in beautiful Berlin, where I have the pleasure of an encore visit with Laura of Royal, as well as a disastrous trip to Venus girls.

[Kumbu]

After my presentation at work, I felt a weight lift from my shoulders, and with that, I felt a surge of energy through my veins, and especially into my dick. I was kicking myself for having walked out of Brigitta Duemichen empty handed and limp-dicked, but hey, I still had two days in Berlin, and I was determined to make the most of it. I swallowed a half-pill of Levitra as I left work at 6:30, and I made my way over to the famed van Kampen. I had read so much about this place, I was very excited to finally be going there. My strategy had been to test all of the others, and then save van Kampen for Thursday. By saving the best place for the day before my last day in Berlin, I was building up to the crescendo. It also gave me an extra day to either re-visit one of the previous establishments, or to revisit van Kampen on Friday.

In any case, I made my way over to van Kampen at 7:30pm. This place is extremely easy to find – right next to a car dealership on a busy street right outside the Heidelbergerplatz S-Bahn station. Additionally, there is a gold plaque visible from the street with ‘Van Kampen’ proudly emblazoned on it. I love Berlin! So I was buzzed in, and as I walked up the stairs I felt the familiar flutter of butterflies in my stomach, as well as the tingling of anticipation in my dick. The Levitra was kicking in, and I was all raging and ready to go, boy this was going to be good.

I was greeted by a middle-aged woman who spoke some English (not a lot). She showed me into a room and asked me to wait. The room was small, dark, slightly dirty, noisy from the street noise and very, very hot. That week in Berlin temperatures were in the mid-30s, and this building did not have any A/C. It was not the most comfortable of rooms. I also kept comparing it to the serene, sophisticated ambience of Royal, and unfortunately there simply is no comparison. In any case, I was ready to explode, so I did not really care too much.

The parade began, much to my delight, with a tall, strongly-built girl. She was wearing a short, plaid skirt and a school blouse (mmmphphp). She was certainly a beautiful woman, but not my type at all. I thought she introduced herself as Sheila, but looking now at their website I can say for sure that this was not Sheila. Rather, she looks more like the girl on the website named Ela, and so I think it is very likely that I mis-heard her name.

And to my dismay, that was the end of the parade! The mama-san walked in and apologized, saying that it was very busy, and that was all that they had at that time. Hell, my boy was ready to explode, but I sure as hell was not going to blow my wad on someone I did not find attractive. I kept thinking that if worse comes to worse, I could save my Euros for Laura at Royal. So I told her that I would return soon, and she agreed. She told me to return in half an hour to an hour.

So I left, and walked around for a while. I found this nice little restaurant a few blocks down and had a small, simple dinner. I followed that up with a double espresso, and rushed back to van Kampen. As I approached the door on the street, I saw this guy in a brand new Porsche pull up the curb, and I figured he was on his way in too. So I rushed the last few steps so as to beat the rich fucker to the door. I was buzzed in and Porsche-man was still getting out of his car, so I scampered up the steps to be met by glum mama-san, who had a very distressed look on her face. She explained that this time there were absolutely no girls available at all (by now it was 8:20pm). Phew, that was a downer. So I turned around and plodded down the stairs. I passed the rich guy on the way down, and I saw the smile of anticipation on his face. Poor sod. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I heard mama san telling the guy that there were no women available, and the guy was getting angry and began shouting. What is she supposed to do? I remember thinking that he was being a dick, but then it occurred to me that maybe he had made an appointment to see a particular girl. Anyway, that was his problem, I had my own problem (in the form of a Levitra-fed dick that was throbbing and screaming for attention).

What to do? For about a half a second, my fatigue and laziness combined to allow me to consider going back to the hotel and whacking off to some porno flick. But I looked out at the setting sun, felt the warmth of the evening air on my skin, and realized that were I to do suc a thing it would be a monumental failure of my manhood. I absolutely would never live this down. It was now past 8pm (which is when Royal closes), so I decided to walk to Kamilla Dee’s. It is only 5-10 minutes away from van Kampen, so it made for a nice walk.

So overall, let me say that the actual facilities at van Kampen did not match up to either Royal or Brigitta Duemichen. Additionally, the girls that I walked passed while inside the establishment looked good, butnot significantly better than KD or Royal. Were I to return to Berlin, I would definitley visit van Kampen again, but the idea that it is far-and-away the best place in Berlin does not hold true for me any more. Of course, YMMV.

[Kumbu]

Gentlemen,
My deepest apologies for the long break between postings – the boss has been working me over because of all the time I took off last month. In any case, I now continue reports from my week in Berlin during the last week of July, first week of August. Recall that on Monday and Tuesday I went to La Folie (had a great time with Maya), on Wednesday I had a lunch-time encounter with Laura at Royal, followed by an evening encounter with Laura (different girl) at Kamilla Dee’s. I now report on my Thursday encounters. For those who wonder about the veracity of my memory, fear not – after each encounter I took notes and e-mailed them to myself. It is with the aid of those notes that I am now recounting the experience.

I was dog-tired. Before coming to Berlin I had spent two days in the RLD in Amsterdam, so all in all by Thursday I had had lots and lots of fun. But all this fun comes at a cost – sex is a very draining experience (in more ways than one), and when it comes in terrifically intense experiences as with the Lauras, it just saps you of all your energy. Additionally, I was in Berlin for work, and I was due to give a presentation to a group of clients that afternoon, so the pressure was on. Nonetheless, my priorities were straight – I had to experience Berlin in all its glory, so I skipped out of a meeting at around 11:30 and made my way over to Brigitta Duemichen.

The establishment itself is on Katharinen Strasse 27 and is very easy to find. I walked from Adenaur platz, but it was a good 15 minute walk. I would suggest that you take the S-Bahn to Halensee, which is no more than a 5 minute walk away. The door is near the Ku-Damm, across from a Lancia dealership.

I rang the bell at exactly 12:05pm and was buzzed in. As I climbed the stairs, I felt a little dizzy, a sign of my fatigue. I wondered whether I should just take a break for a while, but given that I had trekked all the way here, I plowed on. When I got to the door I was greeted by a diminutive brunette with large, beautiful eyes. We walked into a very well-appointed room and I gave her my ‘sprechen zie Englishe’ routine. She walked out and in came a larger lady who could speak English. She explained the rules (standard line up), and then the parade started. I got a total of perhaps 6 or 7 girls, ranging in quality from 3 to 7. Several of the girls were really not my type at all, and I would rate them below 5 (which is basically not fuckable by my standards). A few were worth some time and effort: one girl walked in butt naked, absolutely bare and buff, with all her brilliant bounties on beautiful display. All she was wearing was a cowboy hat, and she covered her little fuzz patch with her tiny hand. I would rate her a 7, because she walked in, shook my hand (with the hand not covering her jewels), and turned around and walked out. As she walked out (remember, bare-butted), she walked with an exaggerated hip-swing, and that looked…fabulous, showing off her ripe, round booty. Boy, if I had any energy left in me, I would have grabbed her with both hands, but unfortunately I was just so depleted, I ended up passing. I am very ashamed to say this, but I informed the madam that I was not ready to select, and she gave me a grumpy face but without another word she showed me politely to the door. I left feeling like a bum, but retrospectively I am glad I passed. I was just so tired that it would not have been a good experience. I went back to work and did the presentation that I was in Berlin to do, and after that was done, my mind was free to enjoy the remaining days in Berlin.

Before I move on to a description of the next establishment later that evening, let me sum up for Brigitta Duemichen. Overall it is a very, very nice establishment. The quality of the apartment probably rivals Royal, although the prices are a little higher. Additionally, I have to say that quality of the girls is not quite as high as at either Royal or Kamilla Dee, but remember that this was but a single sample – talent may fluctuate from day to day, or from hour to hour. Overall, if I were to return to Berlin in the future, I am pretty sure I would visit BD to take some beauty for a real test drive.

[Gatsby67]

I've cross-posted this here in the Berlin section too in reponse to member 2245.

The new FKK Artemis will be opening on September 26th in Berlin. The website is http://fkk-artemis.de

You can click on the British/American flag to get the info in English. It's a high-tech website with virtual tours.
Apparently their will be 70 girls working there and the focus seems to be on wellness/fitness. I understand no alcohol will be allowed to be consumed on premises.

I'll be in Berlin in November so I'll get a chance to report on it by then at the latest. Hopefully someone else can post a report before then.

I am traveling to Berlin at the end of the month, & am seeking some advice on FKKs. I have been to Amsterdam, & am familiar with the prives system, but have no experience in Berlin (or Germany for that matter). Can someone provide me with some advice on where to go in Berlin, & how to get there. Also, what the costs of service are.

Thank you in advance for the advice.

[Kumbu]

aht169,
I believe that all the major establishments take credit cards, although I only know for *sure* that Kamilla Dee does accept credit cards. You can check their websites (all of which can be found on previous posts in this forum).

Member 2245,
all the info thatyou are requesting has been provided by previous posts. There are many, many really great places to go, some FKK, some apartments, some other kinds of places, and a great variety of prices. Previous posters have done a really good job in providing the correct details, so I would suggest you read old posts. After that, if you have any questions, PM me.

Apologies for leaving my reports mid-stream, I have just been trying to catch up at work for the last month since returning from Berlin. I will start work on the last few reports and post them within a week.

[Member #2245]

I am traveling to Berlin at the end of the month, & am seeking some advice on FKKs. I have been to Amsterdam, & am familiar with the prives system, but have no experience in Berlin (or Germany for that matter). Can someone provide me with some advice on where to go in Berlin, & how to get there. Also, what the costs of service are.

Thank you in advance for the advice.

[Aht169]

Hi All:
Any info on Sauna Paloma? I will be in Berlin in a couple of weeks and at first glance this place promising. Any info would be appreciated.

Also was wondering if anyone knows if any of the most recommended places, La Folie, Kamilla, etc take Credit Cards?

Thanks
AHT169

[Howie]

Hi Kumbu,

Great reports. Extremely enjoy reading. I too am an ass man and hence I kind of know where you are coming from when you describe your excitement when confronted with gorgeous assholes. Not much of a DATY person neither but prefer performing asian if the lady's butt is totally nice and clean. I just hope you have time to finish writing up the rest of your escapades before I head out to Berlin in early to mid September.

Looking forward to reading about your 2nd encounter with Laura of Royal and also details on Cheyenne.

Howie

[Kumbu]

Gentlemen,
Here is the next installment in the escapades of Kumbu in Berlin.

After my lunch-time interlude with Laura at Royal, I had to go back to work and I was not done until 7:30pm. I was getting pretty tired, given the constant running back and forth between work and the various houses of ill-repute, but I had told myself before I came to Berlin that fatigue was my enemy. The real enemy was thoughts like ‘well, you are so tired, why don’t you give it a rest tonight and then you will really enjoy yourself tomorrow.’ Folly – every night was crucial, given all the time, preparation and money that went into this trip.

So at 7:30, I stumbled over to Kamilla Dees, feeling very lethargic and drained. On the way I downed a half-pill of Levitra (20mg), thinking that I would need it. I also had some doner kebab on the way there at some U-Bahn station, followed a couple of shots of espresso. Nevertheless, I was still dog-tired, and thinking more than ever about calling it quits.

The closest U-Bahn station to KDs is Berliner Strasse, and it is a short 5 min walk from there. KDs is on a very nice, pleasant corner of the city, with a doner shack right in front, some other restaurant behind that, a Mexican restaurant down the street a little, and a tanning salon right next to the door. Be careful: there are two white doors that appear to be the entrance, but the correct door is, as you face the building, the door on the left (between the tanning place and the restaurant). Anyway, the bell is marked ‘Text and Form’.

I was buzzed in at exactly 7:55pm on a Wed evening, and walked up the stairs. I was greeted by the Lady of the House, and after I asked her if she speaks English she indicated just a little. So we walked into a room and she explained the rules (the usual). The price structure was as reported previously: 80 euros for 30 mins, 120 for 45 mins, 150 for 60 mins. She left and the parade began. There were a total of 7 or 8 girls in the line up, which is good selection. However, I have to say that given how tired I was, after each girl I was thinking that I would bail and go home and sleep. Each girl that came out was no more than a 5, perhaps a 6 or so. One after the other, they kept coming. Some were old (in their 40s), some were overly endowed in places that I prefer a little less endowment, some were decidedly unendowed in the crucial regions, and some were really just plain. But amongst those uninspiring ladies, one just stood out head and shoulders above the rest. Her name (coincidentally) was Laura: 5ft 7inches or so, jet-black hair, wonderfully golden, tanned skin, and killer blue eyes. This combination of jet-black hair and the grey-blue piercing eyes was really very striking, and it caught my eye immediately. She was wearing a tight T-shirt that went down to just above her navel, and jeans that started a little below the top of her hips, exposing the all-important midriff. Hers was delectable, and it sealed the deal for me. I was partly excited, and partly dismayed that I now had to perform and I could not just go home and sleep. But ultimately it turned out to be the very best choice. Later I checked out their website to see if she was on there, and they have some pictures of her. I would say that she is actually a little more attractive than the pictures indicate, although the one showing her from the back is very representative (http://www.kamilla-dee.com/english/s...ra/laura-7.htm).

She speaks very little English. She spoke in German (using lots of hand gestures and facial expressions), and I spoke back in English (being equally expressive), and that way we managed. She asked how long I wished to stay, and I chose the 45 minute option. She indicated that it was 120E, and I pulled out a wad of notes (I must have had around 300E with me, mostly in 10s and 20s, although I did have three 50s). I dug through these notes and plucked out the three 50s. She saw that I in fact did have correct change, and she asked if I could give her the smaller notes so she would not have to bring back the change. But I explained to her that the remaining 30 was for her, and this turned out to be the best move I could have made. So total was 150E for 45 minutes.

She showed me to the shower (very well appointed, lots of towels, etc.), and then back to the bed. By the way, the rooms in KD are extremely well done. I was in a room that had this Indonesian motif – it had a four-post rattan bed with an Indonesian-theme bedspread, Indonesian batiks on the wall, a fake palm tree in the corner – it was very tasteful and pleasing. Once I returned we stripped and there she stood in all her glory. She had B cup breasts, and to my great delight, her ass was an absolute charm to set my eyes on. She was really very fit, slim and shapely (B cup breasts are not monstrous by any stretch of the imagination), but her ass was truly bubble-like. It was almost fake, I mean, I thought she might have some sort of butt-implant to make it so perfectly spherical and shapely. Phew, the 150E had been earned back before I even sank my hands into that flesh!

So I do my regular routine: offered her a lecherous fake-massage so as to fulfill my real motive of planting my hands all over her body. This routine works very well for me because it breaks the ice, and it allows me to do what my pleasures dictate – give her a good feel up before getting into the action. But she took me seriously and went over to the cabinet and pulled out some massage cream. Crap, I suppose a real massage is in order. Before I started I asked her if she likes her massage soft and sexy or hard, and she blurted out ‘HARD!’ Well, that’s a great answer. So I worked some of her neck-knots out really well and massaged all the way down her back, spending particular time on the small of the back (where many women carry tension), but I ultimately worked my way to the voluminous, round, fleshy ass of hers. I pressed it and rubbed it, noticing that it was basically fatty tissue with some underlying muscle. That really surprised me because there was no wobbling when she walked and almost no cellulite or cottage cheese effects.

But here is the biggest point of this experience: I spread her butt cheeks wide open to take a look at her asshole, and ohmygod – she had the most perfect, symmetrical, corn-holio I have ever seen in my entire life. Guys, I read such things all the time on this board (e.g., “she gave great head, best I have ever had”, or “Her technique was the best I have ever experienced”, etc.). One tends to dismiss such claims as either being hyperbolic or impossible to evaluate (perhaps this was the writer’s first time ever to receive head, and thus it was obviously the best he ever had). However, please accept my honest, sincere, evaluation of this ass hole as the most beautiful, artistically pleasing anal orifices that humanity has ever produced. I think I do have a certain amount of credibility here, given my previously documented fetish for doggie. In doggie position, one gets to gaze down at the asshole. And given my penchant for this position, I have a very good evaluation system for assholes. Each asshole is evaluated according to a series of criteria:
- shape (round, oval, irregular, etc.),
- size (monstrous (perhaps the size of a half-dollar), moderate sized (perhaps the size of a nickel), or too small (dime sized)),
- crinkling (flat with no crinkling, moderate crinkling, mad-house crinkling, irregular crinkling, etc.),
- moisture (overly moist is not good, and overly dry is not good either),
- hairiness (many assholes are hairier than other parts of a woman),
- skin color and clarity (this is relative to the rest of her body, not an absolute measure),
- smell (if one gets close enough to evaluate this)
- any other identifying marks such as moles.

So you can see that I have a rigorous methodology in place here, and this woman had one of the best, if not THE finest assholes I have ever seen. It was clean, smelled great, it was almost a perfect circle, but it was slightly oval, with the sides being pushed in a little, it was the size of a nickel (of this I am sure), and it was ever so slightly damp (not wet though). But the best things about her asshole were the color (a nice, shiny pink) and the crinkliness: the hole was surrounded by absolute perfect, evenly spaced, thin, delicate crinkles that are just ever so rare. Most of you guys will be reading this thinking ‘what a fucking nut job’, but some of you will be thinking ‘damn, I’ve got to get down to KDs and find Laura!’

Ok, so I get a good ogle of her butt hole, so what, right? Read on my friends. After about 6 or 7 minutes of this, she flips over (without me asking) and grabs a condom and starts to apply it, and she asks something in German that I did not understand. She struggled a little, and then said something like: ‘you want we suck together?’ All I heard was ‘you want…suck?’ and so, of course, I nodded like a child being asked if he wants more chocolate cake. She bends down and sticks my guy into her mouth, and to my surprise/excitement/horror/depraved curiosity, she twists around and sits squarely on my face! Now I realized what she meant by ‘suck together’.

Careful readers of my previous posts will recall that I have a principled objection to DATY. The objections is this: While I find this area of the woman unfathomably delectable, I KNOW this part of the lady has had, well, lots and lots of attention. Other men, equally as curious, and perhaps not equally as concerned with hygiene and health, have not only gazed upon these beautiful shores, but they have trodden, sodden, salivated, ejaculated, and masturbated all over them. The thought of placing my lips squarely on this most well-used piece of real estate, while intriguing and exciting, is nonetheless repulsive to me.

So here I was, faced (literally) with quite a dilemma. She was squatting right on my face, pussy lips perhaps 3mm from my lips, while her lips (the other lips) were doing their duty down below on my nether regions. What do I do? Do I succumb to my desire to enjoy this beautiful woman in all possible ways, tasting her deepest and most sacred of places, putting it right into my mouth? Or do I reject her, causing a potentially awkward situation, but keeping my principles intact?

Do my principles win out? In short: hell no. I lay there for perhaps 10 seconds, looking and thinking, trying to work out my decision. And without really making a decision, I found my tongue slowly, carefully poking and investigating. What does it feel like? Mmm, nice. What does it smell like? Oh, surprisingly fresh and clean. What does it taste like? Wow, not anything like what I have had with other women. This pussy was very recently cleaned, I was very sure of it. Not only that, I suspect she had douched before the session, as there was a very mild, clean smelling, liquid coming from her pussy. This could NOT have been her own natural secretions because I have had several DATY Sessions (with non-working girls) and they have all had some degree of odor. So this was actually very, very enjoyable. I knew in the back of my mind that I was exposing myself to all sorts of potential hazards, but goddam Kumbu, give it a rest and enjoy yourself.

And then I let her rip. My tongue started to dance and wriggle and penetrate. At some point my tongue was in her as deep as it would go, my lips locked around the edges of her pussy. Later I opened her pussy lips wide, puckered my lips and stuck both my lips into her. It was exhilarating, a pleasure that was unparalleled, probably because I know it is a forbidden pleasure that I should not be indulging in. When one lets go of their inhibitions, it tends to create a very memorable experience indeed. After just a few minutes of this, I worked my way up to inspect that perfect little asshole, and boy I could not restrain myself. I consciously thought to myself, “You have already placed your lips inside this woman, what difference does it make whether your lips touch butt-flesh or not?” And in I went. I kissed it, licked it, poked it, stretched it and basically just went wild. I kid you not – it was depravity at it’s fucking best!

As this was happening, she was sucking a good suck herself, and it was bringing me to climax, so I reached down and pulled my dick out of her mouth. She understood, but kept writhing and humping my face for a good four or five more minutes. As she embedded my face between her butt cheeks, there were moments where I could not breathe, but I couldn’t have cared less. Suddenly she pulled off me and indicated that it was time to begin the main course. I lay there for a second trying to regain my composure. I wiped the pond of liquid that had accumulated all over my face, sat up and smiled like an idiot.

She lay down and spread her legs wide open. I mean, she didn’t just open them, she spread-eagled fully open, and with her fingers she spread her pussy lips. With her other hand she pointed to throbbing Kumbu and indicated that the highway was now open for traffic. I climbed on and started pumping. Entrance was easy and well lubed, and her pussy was not terribly tight. But hey, I am not complaining at all – this girl was working for her money. We did this for a few minutes, and then she rolled over onto her side and I humped her hips for a few minutes. This is an interesting position because you get some ass in your hands as well as breasts in your hands, and you don’t have to worry about being face-to-face with the girl. Anyway, after maybe 60 seconds of this, I indicated that she should flip over and she began getting into doggie position.

As readers of my previous posts know, I watch, analyze and criticize every tiny little action related to the doggie position. I watch how she transitions into the position, how she positions herself during the act, whether she arches her back sufficiently, what she does with her head, how her hands are positioned, the size, shape and texture of her butt cheeks in this position, etc. Laura transitioned relatively elegantly, arching her back into a tight, perfect curve. In fact, the arch was so tight, that her ass ended up essentially completely horizontal. What I mean is, her asshole was facing directly upwards, and her ass cheeks fell away from the asshole naturally. Boy what a sight. I entered her eagerly, and I immediately knew that the end was nigh. Looking down at her crinkly asshole, feeling the weight of her ass cheeks in my hands, and thrusting myself into her pussy was just unbelievably good. So as I reached climax, I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed as hard as I could, squashing that flesh like it was dough on a baker’s board. She did not complain one bit, and took it all in stride. I came in a huge, massive burst of pleasure that was just fantastic. I think the long, sustained build-up, the intensity of the DATY, and the wonder of her ass just got my motor running really well. Afterwards, I released her cheeks from my death grip and I saw my hand prints left on the skin. I must admit, I felt a little guilty for that, but she did not seem to mind.

A few seconds of recovery time, and she sprang up to clean me off. We talked for a few minutes (given her poor English, this was not so easy), during which time she revealed that she is actually a natural blonde, and that her jet-black hair is coloring. I asked her why she did this, and she said that the black color lasts a lot longer than any other color, and so it is easier to maintain. But I have to say that it worked for her – black hair against blue eyes, a very nice combination indeed. And then it was off to the shower for me. When I returned, she was dressed, she kissed me goodbye, and the madam showed me out. I walked out into the warm summer night at precisely 9pm. As I walked towards the Berliner St U-Bahn station I walked passed this nice Mexican restaurant where diners were eating in an out-door patio area. As I walked passed them this blonde woman (maybe in her late twenties) looked up at me, and I thought to myself, “you have no idea where my lips were just half an hour ago lady”. I smiled at that thought, and for a second, the woman smiled back. And then she went back to her dinner with her friend.

Ok, my overall impressions. Laura is a phenomenally built woman with excellent skills and physical traits that are mind-boggling. I did feel as if I was on a strict, regimented time-table because she was very quick and abrupt in switching from activity to activity. It all seemed rushed, even though I did get my full time and more than my money’s worth. Overall, I would highly recommend Laura. As for Kamilla Dee’s, I would also rate this establishment highly. I returned here the next night (Thursday night), so I will report back on that in my next post. After my final Berlin post, I will re-evaluate all the establishments that I visited and rate them against each other, so stay tuned for that.

On the subject of DATY, I have to say it was absolutely great. I do not regret it one bit, since as of today, I have no ill-effects from that experience (this is now almost three weeks after the experience). Having said that, I maintain my opposition to all uncovered activities, and so I will not actively seek out DATY. This was the first (and last) time that I enjoyed the pleasures of DATY, but I certainly understand why those who consistently engage in DATY do so.

Finally, my apologies for how long this is taking to get out – these reports, as you can tell, are very detailed and take a long time to write. But rather than skimp on the detail, I would rather take a longer time to get them out. I hope you understand.

[Kumbu]

Angus,
I've thought about the timing issue myself, and wondered what it would take to satisfy me (10 minutes? 20 minutes?). I think it has less to do with the actual number of minutes, and more to do with control. I have tried tantric techniques, and they work fantastically in all other positions. But as you can glean from my posts, it just doens't work in doggie position. So my aim really is to reach a plateau of control in doggie position where I can regulate my orgasm, and not be a slave to it. Sounds weird, sounds obsessive, but hey, it sure is a hell of a lot of fun pursuing this goal! And the good news is that I think (*think*) I accomplished this on the last day in Berlin (with Laura of Royal, no less!).

As for the possibility that the details I include are not pertinent to pooning, I think many would agree with you. But like you, I prefer to read such detailed reports - it gives me a much better sense of what to expect, and it allows me to prepare better. And so I write reports with such details. Speaking of which, I will post my Kamilla Dee report in a couple of hours - stay tuned.

And thanks for your compliments - they are high praise indeed.

[Angus Magee]

Kumbu,

Once again, cheers for the report. Your style of writing is one of the best I have seen on any review board. I love the details you include. For instance, in the latest report (Laura) you give details of how the Platz looks and feels to you as you exit the U-bahn. This somehow ads to the report in a way that is difficult to quantify.

In one way, it could be said, it does not have anything to do with the discussion at hand-pooning. However, you, as I do, seem to appreciate the whole experience of pooning, not just the 'sticking it in' part. So these details are evocative to me of how I experience an adventure. I look forward to more material and am curious about Kamilla Dee, as I have never been there to experience their charms.

I am wondering about your self judgement in the area of 'being able to last a long time'. Sometimes I think men are watching too much porno when I hear someone say that he does not last long enough. There are certainly tantric techniques that can easily be learned and employed for this end. However, I am not sure if this is very useful when going with professional lassies. 5-6 min in doggy, especially with such a serious doggy fetish, seems like plenty long enough to me.

With a pro, if the whole experience lasts half an hour, I am usually satisfied. That is my perspective on the topic.

AM

[Percent99]

- van Kampen: from some of the reviews here and elsewhere, you might assume this is the hands-down winner in Berlin. I certainly do not think so. It seems like a very good place, but overall I would say it is on-par with Kamilla Dee. As my reviews will show, I think neither of these establishments are the best in Berlin.
- Kamilla Dee: an excellent establishment that is certainly worth your time. You are guaranteed to get at least a 5 girl line-up each time (unlike many other places in Berlin).
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The point is that since I have been t both and 2 times each and all 4 times I was presented 3 girls.
First time I went all girls were 9+ . I mean model type In both places .But the second time all was diffrent . 6-7 ...
So this means that its a matter of timing .The fact remains as my opinion that these 2 establishments have more than 30 girls you can run into but some girls work 1-2 times a week . so its difficult to find the same girl twice.Also they have a lot of buissiness so its also possible some girls are buissy.
I would go again as Kumbu said Kamilla is an excellent establishment and van Kampen I have seen the good side of it and its just as good if not beter .Most of the girls they have are real good looking .You just have to have a litle luck when you go. Dont be shy ,if you want to leave and come later do so.

[Kumbu]

novize, this looks like the fkk that everyone has been talking about for the last few weeks. too bad it was not open when i was there a couple of weeks ago.

angus, i am aware of your earlier post on jolina, and it was in part because of your high marks that i decided to visit royal. my experiences, while not with jolina, were of equally high quality.

royal is in bundesplatz in the easiest possible location to find. the u-bahn is closer than the s-bahn – you come out right in the platz. the s-bahn station is about 100meters away, so neither are a real problem. however you get there, when you exit the station, head for restaurante roma. the door is a big dark wooden door right next to roma’s outdoor seating area, you really can’t miss it. the building is an elegant, white-washed building with angels on the 3rd floor or so. the entire platz is filled with a certain tranquility that, despite the traffic and hustle and bustle, i found quite relaxing. perhaps it was all in my mind, given what i was about to embark upon.

i pressed the doorbell marked ‘royal’ at precisely 11:45am on wednesday, and when i was buzzed in i walked up to the second floor. upon reaching the landing, the door opened, and greeting me was a slight, pretty brunette with milky brown eyes. she was wearing a black bikini with a see-through shawl over her shoulders – very elegant. this first impression, as sophisticated as it was, was reflective of everything that was to come.

we walked into a room, and she did a little curtsy and introduced herself as maria. i guess she went back to the madam and told her that i don’t speak german, so the madam came in next and explained the rules. the price structure is as reported elsewhere (i *think* half an hour is 60e, and one hour is 120e, but i took the 40 min option for 90e). fine, she left, and she was followed by two girls, one after the other, making a full line-up of only three. this might sound disappointing, but the quality of girls was really out of this world.

maria, the one who let me in, was perhaps 5ft 3inches or so, and very slight and delicate. while she was not my type, i would rate her a 7 or so – quite fetching, in a juvenile kind of way. the second girl was an absolute stunner: laura. her pictures are on the website, and they are quite representative of what she really looks like. i would say, however, that her butt is a little wider than the pictures reveal, and that’s a-ok with me. she is a tall (perhaps 5ft 10inches tall), sexy blonde with long, elegant, sexy legs. her breasts are perhaps a b cup, but very nice and pert. she is taught and very, very fit and strikes me as an athlete of some sort. but the centerpiece of her beauty is undoubtedly her ass. it is wide and round and really a work of art to be admired and talked about. this is the kind of sculpture that would hold audiences in awe for hours at a time. those of you who have been reading my recent posts will guess that her ass certainly grabbed my attention. plus she was wearing a multi-colored string bikini which absolutely did a number for her figure – absolutely exquisite. additionally, i found her face to be superbly attractive. she reminded me in many ways of rebecca romijn-stamos in that she had that liquid, penetrating gaze, with sharp, artful cheeks and nose. i picked her – it was a no brainer. the third girl was, i must admit, a very attractive girl too. her name was leonie, and she too was a tall blonde with grayish-blue eyes. she was perhaps a couple of years older than laura, but nonetheless very fit and attractive. but on this day, she had been trumped by laura.

the madam came in and i blurted out “laura please. can i have laura? can i? can i?” she left, and a minute later laura walked in, took me by the hand and walked down the hallway to the room. we negotiated, and settled on 40 minutes for 90e. i contemplated asking for anal, given where her beauty tends to gravitate to, but decided against it. anal is my next great ambition – right now, i have to focus on doggie. trying to perfect anal before perfecting doggie is like trying to run before you can crawl. so first thing’s first (very disciplined of me, i must say).

she asked me for payment (90e for 40 minutes, i gave her 100 not expecting change), what i would like to drink (water), and whether i would like to shower (yes please), so she tells me to remove my clothing down to my boxers. she leaves to makes sure the shower is available, and when she returns she guides me to the shower. at each turn, she peeks around corners to make sure no one is coming – this is discretion at its best.

i showered, and when i opened the door to return she was waiting for me. a man could get used to service like this. when we returned, there was my water, with a small sweet (i suppose to freshen the breath), and 10e change from my 100! i left that as a tip, although i should have left more given how well the session went. anyway, she had ducked out for some other reason, and when she returned, she asked what i wanted to do. i said ‘everything please!’, and rather than getting a smile or a chuckle, i got a puzzled look. i now discovered that her english was not so good, so this was the only downside to the whole thing. communication was hampered a bit, but given how sweet her personality is, this was not a problem at all. we managed to get passed this with a few expressions and hand gestures, and then we were off to the races.

she removed all of clothes. it is this moment in each experience that i think i savor the most. the most beautiful woman of your dreams has just removed every shred of clothing, and is climbing onto the bed getting ready to be your play thing for the next half hour. this is the reason that i engage in this hobby – moments like this. it doesn’t always work out this way (as in the case of many of my subsequent visits to other establishments in berlin), but when it does, it is pure magic.

so we started by me man-handling her body for about 10 minutes. i groped, touched, caressed, etc. while we lightly kissed (no tongue). i kissed her body, obviously focusing on her butt cheeks. they were large, voluminous and very fleshy, just the way i like them. they were more wide than round, but don’t get the impression that she is overweight or anything – far, far from it. she is very slim and tight, it’s just that her ass is larger than one would expect given her frame. plus she had the most amazing all-over tan – there were no tan lines at all, and later i jokingly asked her which nudist beach she goes to, and she was so embarrassed that i would say that. i couldn’t believe how shy she was! anyway, it turns out she goes to a tanning salon every once in a while and that is how she gets that perfect, all-over golden glow about her – gorgeous.

10 minutes of this and i was ready to blow my load, but i told myself, “kumbu, be a man. focus, you are on a mission, this is a test, you must not fail yet again.” so she capped little kumbu and started sucking. she did an awesome job. she sucked all the way up and down the shaft in a way that i am not used to. i have a longer-than-average penis, which popular culture insists is a badge of honor. however, i have found that length is usually a very bad thing, especially when it is excessive as in my case. i often cause pain in ladies when i try to penetrate all the way, and i have been told that the pain this causes is exactly like a kick to the balls for a man. so i can very rarely enter a woman all the way. that is the main reason that i go for tall women – i figure there is more space in her garage for my stretch limo. also, i am often refused certain services, e.g., anal. the sight of the length of my boy causes most ladies to refuse such a delicate service (this happened on thursday night at kamilla dee, see my later post). so anyway, her going down all the way on me was a delight that i don’t often get, and it stuck in my memory.

after several sensuous minutes of this, we moved on to the main course. she lay down very cooperatively and spread those long, athletic legs for me. she is shaved and the odor was clean and fresh (although, given my principled objections to daty, i never sampled her directly). i entered her, and oh man was it tight. it never ceases to amaze me how tight some of these girls are, given the amount of traffic they must endure. nonetheless, it was magnificent. she started this moaning thing which i could have done without, but it was not too much of a distraction.

six or seven minutes later i got bored of missionary (which i could do indefinitely, should the occasion call for it), and we switched into cg. again, the sight of her long, lean body undulating and writhing on top of me was visual brilliance of the highest order – my hands grabbed and squeezed all the right places, my face bobbed up and down as necessary whenever i felt the urge to suckle her breasts (i now recall that her nipples were pink, small and hard – a real treat for the mouth).

ok, we all know where this is heading. all this cbj, missionary and cg bullshit is all a façade. it’s basically window dressing designed to give the impression that i am a normal human male who does not have a doggie fetish. but just between me and you (however many readers of this forum there may be), we all know that’s bullshit. so i took a deep breath, and patted her on the hip to indicate a shift of position. she knew exactly what i wanted, and this must have been her most practiced position. she positioned herself in a way that showed her expertise and her understanding of the male psyche. she first stood up over me (mama!), and as i re-positioned myself, she turned away from me so that i got a good clear look at her full, naked, beautiful back side (standing up). she then bent at the hips (keeping her legs straight) and grabbed her ankles, and she paused there for just a second. as she paused, her cheeks parted at my face-level, her legs stretching downward, i looked in at what must undoubtedly be a slice of heaven. i’m afraid words do that sight no justice, you will just have to imagine the intensity of visual stimuli my brain was receiving – so much so that i think it has been burned into my mind for all of eternity. when i die and i get to heaven’s door, i will ask st. peter for directions to laura’s butt cheeks. if no such landmark exists in heaven, i will kick the old geyser in the nuts and ask to be sent to hell.

ok, from there, she bent her knees, stretched her hands in front of her, and got down onto all fours. this really was an excellent beginning to the main course. so she arched her back oh so well, and spread her cheeks wide and clear. she did not turn her head to the side (like most girls do), nor did she put her forehead on the bed (like the remainder of girls do). instead, she looked straight forward, with her chin down on the bed. unusual technique, and at first i found it kind of odd. but later, as i was pumping away behind her enjoying the sight of...everything, i realized that this actually had some marked benefits. what it did was it created a nice, solid, unbroken curve between her butt crack (at the top, nearest to me), running down the length of her spine, which was arched, tense and taught, and up her curved neck. for some sick, weird, reason, this visual stimulus (the nice curve across her entire upper body) was very appealing to me.

anyway, i got down onto my knees (this is almost religious to me), and in my excitement i fumbled a little. she reached around and helped me in, and then the neurons started to explode. i grabbed her butt cheeks and squeezed as hard as i could, and she did not even flinch at all. i pumped slightly, slowly, evenly, trying my best to endure this most challenging of tests. she smelled so good, she looked even better, and boy, she felt fantastic.

at this point, amazing as it is, i had the presence of mind to compare her to maya, from the previous two nights. maya was fantastic, and it was a real pleasure to have had those two night with her. but given my preference for doggie, and the fact that laura’s particular body structure seems tailor-made for doggie, i regretted spending two full nights (out of my allocated five nights) with maya. that was then. looking back now, after having experienced all five nights, i don’t think it was such a bad decision (i made worse ones), especially because i eventually returned on friday to royal and saw laura one more time.

anyway, how did my test go? not so well, sadly. it lasted a mere five or six minutes. i have to say that it was waaay more than i thought it would be, but not nearly as much as i would have preferred. the reason i ended so early was because after about five minutes of careful, timid pumping, i got bold. i put my hands deep into her butt-crack and spread those cheeks out as wide as i could take them, showing me all her machinery in all of its glory. her asshole seemed a little waxed, or something – i think she accepts anal, and it must be a remnant of the enema. but the whole sight was just so delicious that my boys decided they had had enough.

afterwards, she cleaned me up and we talked for a good ten minutes. she is a very sweet, well-natured girl who gives a true gfe. she was without a doubt the best girl i visited in berlin in my five days. for those of you who don’t like blondes or tall women or big-butted girls, royal has plenty of other girls (my second visit on friday provided a larger line up).

after our pillow talk, i showered, and returned to the room to dress. she came into the room, kissed me goodbye on the lips, and told me that the madam would let me out. on the way out, i was given a ‘have a nice day’, and i walked out into the glorious sunshine-drenched budesplatz at precisely 12:45pm.

i had lunch at roma (i had an arrabiata that was a little too meaty, but not bad to 6e, espresso for 1.80e), and left for my afternoon business.

before i left for berlin, i went to my doctor and gave him some bullshit story of how i sometimes wake up in the mornings these days without an erection, and how i sometimes can’t get it up when required. he prescribed some levitra for me, and this was the first time i was testing it out. later that evening, i took half a pill and made my way over to kamilla dee. my next report will detail this wonderful little establishment, an dhow the magic of levitra helped me through it.

[Novize]

www.fkk-artemis.de (german only)

Have fun,

Novize

[Homers]

Thanks Kumbu for very well written and interesting reports. I look forward to the following ones.

/h