Berlin

[Bobo.fr]

I followed up my fine experience at Aston with a hearty schnitzel lunch, and made my way to Stieglitz (an easy S1 S-Bahn ride from Schoenberg to Stieglitz Rathaus station). It was a leisurely ten-minute walk from the station to Ginas Tango Rosso, as I admired and photographed some of the Jugendstil architecture along the way in the prosperous old neighborhood. The place is on a side street off the big shops and restaurant street in the neighborhood, in what looks like a medical clinic building. I did come for treatment, so why not ?

I also came because GTR's website showed some black and Latina girls on their roster. I was after one in particular, Tracy. .... etc .....

http://www.internationalsexguide.inf...=1#post2020077

[Wanking]

Hit the Kurfürstenstraße on Wednesday night after arriving In Berlin. It was a lovely pleasant night with a bright moon and there were loads of hoors about. Still possible to get outdoor action in some car parks etc around, but the main waste ground area they used to use is definitely off limits now as its become a building site.

Got talking to a good looking brunette with great English near the LSD sex shop. Sunny 33, curvy but not fat, great arse. Started offering all sorts of deals straight away. Quick blowjob in the LSD cabin 20 euro, 30 minutes in nearby pension 50 euro, 2 hours in her flat 100 euro, overnight in her flat 200, A day out in Berlin where we fuck in her flat first then go sightseeing and then dinner then back to her flat for more sex, 250 eur.

She put her hand down my tracksuit bottoms and gave my cock a great feel right there on the street. Settled on 25 to go in the video cabin of the LSD sex shop plus a fiver for the cabin, so total 30. The cabins at the front of the sex shop are used mostly just by hoors and their clients. She promised 20 minutes, which she almost delivered. She said BBBJ if my cock was clean, plus I could lick her arse.

Now this girl is very healthy looking and her hygiene was excellent. No smell of shit off her arse!! Claims to be half German and She was a cut above the average street girl. So into the cabin, and I gave her the 30 euro. She then took care of the fiver payment, but that bit was all hazy as I could only think about her arse at that stage.

Very tight in those little sex cabins but just enough room for 2. I was wearing a tracksuit bottoms with no underwear and had all my valuables in my zipped jacket pocket. Don't leave your stuff in jeans pockets if you have a street hoor blowing you.

I passed the quick cock exam, and she cleaned my cock with a baby wipe. She started a light BBBJ for a few minutes, before I went down on her gorgeous clean smelling arse. Licked her for about 5 minutes, all the while she was trying to up sell me to her more expensive offers especially the all day 250 deal for the following day.

I knew the time was getting short so we swapped places again in the cabin and she went down and made me cum into a tissue with a BBBJ / handjob combo. Whole experience about 15 minutes.

Then we went out of the cabin and she offered me her day deal for 220, saying that if I went for it, the session we just had was basically free. So I took her number and We Whatsapped over the following days. I was seriously tempted and might have done it had my time been longer and funds more plentiful. Hard to know if her longer offers were scams or not, but Ill give her 10/10 for effort. : the: the.

I did another Street lady on the Friday, report on that soon.

[Milfotronic]

Thinking of visiting KD. Will be my first time doing anything like this, obviously bit nervous and unsure, so want to do it 'right'. I tried to inquire about an appointment with Eliza but not had a reply to my e-mail.

I know these women have lives and stuff and you can't 100% guarantee an appointment, but I'm just wondering whether KD will ever call a girl and say 'a guy would like to see you on X day, can you do it? At least give her the chance to consider it. Is that not how it works?

Hey there,

I've been to KD once a few years ago and enjoyed the experience. The place is nice and the staff very professional. You may call them to make an appointment with a girl but there is never any guarantee. There is always a risk that the girl cancels the appointment. It happened to me. But the one from the line-up I picked instead was great pleasure so no harm done. Furthermore, beware that many pics on their website are quite old, so it might be a much older version of the lady you get to meet IRL. My suggestion is that you simply go there first and have a look at the line-up. If you're not pleased you can ask for some girl that you liked on the website to see if she's available.

Have fun!

[Ibn Buttita]

It was fun doing the research! I didn't see anything posted at Caligula, and CIM would have been extra beyond that, I think. There were no extras mentioned at Airport Girls, but I would have paid a few Euros extra for a better attitude from some of the girls there.

Ibn,

Thanks for those brilliant reports. A couple of questions - 1 At Caligula are the prices for extras displayed in the rooms? It used to be 10 OWO, so was it possibly 20 for CIM or Franzsosich Total as they call it?

2 Where their extra charges in the room at Airport Girls?

[Wild Man]

Ibn,

Thanks for those brilliant reports. A couple of questions - 1 At Caligula are the prices for extras displayed in the rooms? It used to be €10 OWO, so was it possibly €20 for CIM or Franzsosich Total as they call it?

2 Where their extra charges in the room at Airport Girls?

[Ibn Buttita]

As mentioned I had attempted to visit Airport Girls on Thursday to be told that (despite their website) they were closed until that evening, thus learning that this was probably not the best-run place in the world. On Saturday afternoon I had my flight out of Schoenefeld airport, and before and during the trip I had wondered what I would do that morning for one last mongering experience in Berlin. Inconveniently, all the massage parlors that were usually open by 10 opened only at 11 or later, which would not make it easy to enjoy that and then get to the airport with much time. So by default Airport Girls, even with their opening time of 12, an hour later than normal on weekdays (do they really have a "normal" schedule? Was my best bet for one last bit of fun before leaving. (Since I had left Artemis near its 5 AM closing the night before an early bordello visit Saturday would have been tough anyway).

I got off the S-Bahn at a quarter to twelve, exiting one of the stairways to the bus terminal rather than crossing under the street to the entrance closer to the airport. The little red house where Airport Girls is located can be seen from the street outside the S-Bahn station, and from there it is barely a five-minute walk. Following behind me out of the station were a group of young Turkish (guys and I considered letting them pass me and then making my way into the house but I decided against it, which was a good move as they actually followed right on my heels to the club. We had a few minutes to wait until they opened, and once inside I paid my 60 Euros, stowed my carry-on bag above the lockers and my backpack and clothes inside, and headed up to the bar room with towel around my waist, the second or third guest to get upstairs.

Sitting around a table in the room next to the bar were about six girls. I knew I had only about an hour until I had to walk over to the airport to check in, so I moved quickly. Choosing a girl was easy: sitting on the end of one of the seats was the hottest girl in the place; when I made eye contact she motioned me over, I sat down, and I immediately asked to go to a room. Jessica was gorgeous, which shocked me in a flat rate place like this. She would have fit right in at Artemis or most of the bordellos I visited; she may have been the best looking girl I went during my time in Berlin, with a simply beautiful face, jet black hair, beautiful handful-sized natural tits, and a curvy ass on her slender figure.

Jessica claimed to be from Barcelona, but the language she spoke whenever interacting with the other girls was definitely not Catalan or Spanish, so I'll go out on a limb and say she was Romanian like the other girls I asked. Jessica took me into the room with the large platform-bed on the same floor as the bar and pulled down her bra and dropped her panties. She had me put my towel down on the bed and lie down on it, and proceeded to give me a nice blowjob, making eye contact throughout. Fucking began in missionary, and I squeezed her tits as she stroked my nipples and made the right noises. She rode me a bit and got louder after we switched to doggy and I pounded her with vigor. I knew that after the previous four days, and with the little sleep I got from the night before cumming would be a miracle, so was not disappointed when I didn't pop. We were in the room together for maybe ten minutes maximum.

When we finished Jessica gave me a nice goodbye. She was the friendliest girl I encountered at Airport Girls by far. I think that the demeanor of the girls in a venue is a clear sign, and the sour, listless, brusque, apathetic, or hostile attitude of most of the girls there says something about the place. Maybe it was the fact that this was opening time after a long Friday night, but I suspect there is more.

The second girl I approached was a blonde who would have fit in at an FKK, with a fine, slender body, but also the hostile attitude I mentioned. When I approached her by the bar Muhaira (immediately ticked off a mark on my wristband and led me to the room I had been in earlier. She refused any pleasantries, rudely rebuffing my question about where she was from, instructing me to lie down. It turned out that I was lying next to a guy that Jessica was blowing. Watching her suck him and get fucked was a good way to take my mind off the dour girl sucking my own dick (as did the drama when she shouted and slapped him when he bit her or something). When I did fuck Muhaira she was at least a hot body to look at while doing her in missionary and more vigorously in doggy, and she at least made some pornstar noises too accompany the action. You may be surprised that when our several-minute session was up she did not express a warm farewell.

As after my last session I made a quick trip to the bathroom downstairs to give my dick a quick wash no time for showers, this was express-fucking time with just a half hour until I needed to get to the terminal. Back upstairs I sat down at the table next to an ok-looking brunette to be told that she was waiting for a guest, so I took the unattractive but curvy girl next to her. This one, Melissa, took me to the same room where again Jessica was blowing an Asian guest we were practically roommates at this point. When I opened my mouth to say something friendly Melissa promptly pushed me down on my back and told me "Relax!" It was like being with an East German communist prison guard. She put a condom on my limp cock which surprisingly did not get much more aroused by this encounter, but after a little blowing I managed to get it inside her in missionary, but only for a few thrusts before it failed. She kept spreading her pussy lips and urging me to stick it in, but it was a lost cause and not one I was willing to fight for.

At a quarter to one I had a decision to make go now and have a more leisurely walk to the airport or try to squeeze one more session in but be a bit rushed. I decided to look at who was up in the bar, and there I saw cute Romanian Amira. She was so pretty, with her hair up and some sexy black lingerie on her slender body, but she looked so blas and indifferent. I made it my project to break through the ice and once she took me to that same room (no Jessica there though, only Melissa getting pounded doggystyle by a black guy) I smiled lot, complimented her on how cute she was, and did manage to get some small smiles out of her. Her blow job got me hard, and when I fucked her in missionary it felt quite good, though her tits remained under wraps so nothing to touch there. Amira's ass was great for grabbing in doggy, but while it felt good I knew that the circumstances would not allow a cum at this place, even as a finale to my Berlin trip. After a moderately pleasant goodbye I headed downstairs and after a little wait got to use one of the two showers, got dressed, and made it to the airport in time to check in for my flight.

I am glad I did not commit much time to the place, as it was not a really pleasant experience. I have had lots of fun in grotty mongering places (places in Indonesia and Panama City come to mind), and while AG was not especially run down or dirty it was enough so that it felt unloved, you could even say lacking a women's touch as opposed to Caligula, whose women in charge seemed to keep it up better. It was just about the wham-bam-thank you ma'am-est place I had ever been (and in Berlin far more than the Caligula, Annie Porsche, or even Erlebniswohnung where in-bed interactions with the girls were better). That said, I am happy I made it to Airport Girls, and the timing, though cutting it close, worked out ideally for one last adventure before leaving Berlin.

[Ibn Buttita]

I made it to Artemis by early evening, 7 ish, with some doubts what was left to experience after Perla's sensuality, and how much did I have left in the tank (much less the testicles) at this point. And I did spend the first hour and a half making the rounds of the club, dining, and relaxing while taking in the view from one of the far couches in the main lounge. While holding my fire while my body recovered from the Latvian-Brazilian double whammy from earlier in the day, I still had plenty to entertain myself, with a sublime lineup on display this Friday night. The salesmanship of some of the girls also amused me, and at one point I fed answers to a blonde Romanian playing twenty questions with two Finnish guests stumping her about their nationality, but never pulling the trigger to grant her a session.

I noticed a number of good looking black girls, and on a normal night they would have been my main quarry, but not tonight as things developed. One was apparently from Latin America as I heard her speaking Spanish with a white brunette whom I assumed was also Latina. On her second pass near me I made eye contact with the brunette and motioned her over. Nora had a very pretty face and very sweet disposition, and turned out to be Hungarian. I decided to make her my first girl of the night when she said that she kissed, and volunteered that she would be happy to proceed with a half hour session because any longer would depend on our chemistry. A girl after my own heart! There would be no getting settled on the bed and then getting peppered with the dreaded "what do you want" kind of questions.

Despite all these pluses, the session was mostly a dud. The kissing was pretty light, and I didn't feel a lot of spark even though Nora was quite comfortable to be with. The bigger problem was that I had apparently not given myself enough time to recover from my busy afternoon, and so after a little pumping in missionary that was it. I felt kind of bad, because Nora was so really nice, and I silently cheered her on later when I saw her soliciting customers.

Even after some recovery time in the sauna I wasn't sure about my capacity for the rest of the night, fears put to rest by my interaction with a girl who now ranks as one of my all-time favorites. Soon after I arrived I had been approached by a spinner with long dark brown hair named Alejandra, but had not been ready for a session then. When I spotted her again as I walked through the main lounge I asked her to sit for a while.

As we spoke signs looked unpromising. She said she was Spanish, which I doubted as I figured Romanian or Bulgarian. Making conversation, when she mentioned that she had another career outside the club I asked what it was, and she told me she did not want to discuss her non-FKK life. When asked about kissing, she said not in public, and only if she was moved to do so.

Despite these warning signs, I decided Alejandra was too cute to pass up. Just looking at her petite body, with a little glittery belly-button piercing and an adorable why-zone calling out to me, got me very aroused. But then there was her face, with big, beautiful eyes like Emma Stone and a cute hawk-nose, which enthralled me (she later indicated having partial Arab ancestry which explained her looks and the reason she resembled a former girlfriend of mine with similar heritage).

So I took the plunge and figured she was worth at least a half hour gamble. A half hour ended up being three hours, over two long sessions. At every turn, Alejandra defied my expectations. She kissed me with a passion like I was her beau returning from the war; it was the best tongue action I had in years. The distance she demonstrated in the lounge disappeared as we tossed around some light-hearted banter; she immediately got quite intimate, straddling me with her legs around me, resting her pussy lips on the head of my cock, teasing me to the extent that I thought she was going to bareback me (she didn't). And she turned out to be from Spain, at least from what I gathered in conversation in the room and from her muy rapido Spanish with some colleagues in the upstairs hallway during the minor wait for rooms to free up.

Alejandra had tremendous sex skills (which is understandable given she told me she was 33 years old a number that shocked me, as I figured her for early 20's, given how fit she was). Nowhere did she better display these skills than in sucking cock. Her blowjob was amazing, including a fairly deep-throat maneuver with her lips straining to get around my shaft. This was superb while 69-ing, where we got into a sexy rhythm.

With petite girls sometimes the ass is an afterthought, but not with Alejandra. After one quick bathroom break for me I returned to the room to behold her lying seductively on her stomach, glancing over her shoulder at me, and I was so taken by the sight of her perfect ass: the cross-junction of her ass cheeks and upper thighs revealed one of the most gorgeous sets of pussy lips I had ever seen, and an even more perfect asshole, puckered alluringly. I took advantage her position right there to apply my tongue for some intense beso negros. I appreciated that ass in doggy too.

I love how flexible and maneuverable small girls can be. Alejandra's tiny dancer body allowed me to add some more positions to my normal session repertoire, including me standing up and lifting her into the air, arms around my neck, as I bounced her up and down on my cock. She was also perfect for one of my favorite positions, with her riding me reverse cowgirl and then leaning back to let me lift and lower her hips so my dick slid in and out of her wet pussy, which soon had me shooting my load. These gymnastics were all enhanced by the views that Artemis' great wall mirrors permitted. I really liked the image of the two of us lying on our sides, while I fucked Alejandra's pussy from behind, as we both looked into each other's eyes in the mirror.

The sexual chemistry with Alejandra rivaled that I had with almost any girl I could remember. After the first session we took a break to eat and relax (separately), and I guess she didn't take seriously my statement that I would see her afterward, so I almost lost her to a guy she solicited after leaving the dining room. Luckily for me he had other ideas and I was able to claim her again. Like she said as she noted how much time we spent together, I was addicted. She had a point. After she rode me in cowgirl to one cum, my dick stayed lodged in her pussy just as hard as ever, and she joked that it didn't want to leave. It was a sentiment I completely understood. I did pull myself away from the club at around 5 AM, happy I spent so much of my time at Artemis with Alejandra.

[Ibn Buttita]

The next move was to get back to Salon Delux to resume things with Perla. Opting for the flexibility of not setting a specific time for an appointment, this meant I assumed the risk of missing her. To my good fortune she was available when I returned, after 2 PM, and Perla was as welcoming as the previous day. Continuing the coffee theme from earlier that morning with Chantal, after I showered I sat down, towel around my waist, in the armchair in the room (next to the faux fireplace), as Perla brought me the milchkaffee I had requested. As I brought the cup to my lips to drink, Perla kneeled down, parted my towel, and put her own lips to the head of my penis to begin a fine blowjob for the best cuppa joe I ever had.

Cup drained, though not yet my balls, we kissed passionately, her soft lips a pleasure here too, and the release of her heavy, round breasts from her black lingerie beckoned my own lips to her nipples. Our first session went for forty-five minutes. I then renewed for an hour, and then again for another forty-five minutes. I had calculated the opportunity cost of hours not spent at Artemis, my next spot, but reasoned that I would be unlikely to find a comparable session or woman there (I turned out to be wrong about that), plus I had the entire night to spend at the FKK. But for this afternoon I would luxuriate in the pleasures that only a fine Brazilian woman can bestow.

She pampered me with intermittent massages and we took our time with breathers between the sessions to make it a thoroughly relaxing afternoon. Relaxing when it wasn't passionate, in the kissing, extended 69-ing, and her vigorous riding. I pumped her with gusto in doggy and prone, but today I let Perla twice take me over the edge with streams of cum shot into her accommodating mouth. I was sorry to eventually leave, but all things have to come to an end, but not before indelible memories of sensual, sexy Perla were formed.

[Ibn Buttita]

My last full day in Berlin had a pretty clear plan: I knew that the night belonged to Artemis, and given that I got up at mid morning I had a well-defined afternoon window to fill, and I knew one destination would be Salon Delux to find Perla again. But first on the agenda came Aston's sister brothel Stella. This took me to Neukoln, giving me a little taste of Turkey as part of my brothel-based sightseeing and the many cute Turkish girls on the street made for a nice sight.

Stella doesn't have a very prominent location, easy to get to from the Grenzallee you-Bahn station but tucked away in a house on a residential side street, Jahnstrasse. The lineup here shortly before noon was not as good as Aston's, but it didn't need to be: I had a clear choice thanks to Chantal.

Chantal had a claim on being the best looking girl of my trip, and outclassed many of the women I saw at Artemis later that night. A blonde Latvian, she would not have been out of place in a Playboy (remember that?) college girls spread. She wore a white lingerie one-piece when she introduced herself; when I made my selection and she returned with a cup for coffee for me, she brought it bare breasted, the sexiest food delivery I'the ever ordered.

She seemed a bit reserved so I engaged her in some light talk, on topics like the Latvian New York Knicks basketball star Kristaps Porzingis, and joke around a bit. When I finished with my coffee I rinsed my mouth (she had agreed to kiss for 5 Euros, and BBBJ for 10 more) at the sink in the room, and washed my cock there at her request. (This is where I eventually cleaned up too, a shower was not offered there was none in the bathroom I used when I arrived so I am not sure if one is available for the guys).

When I turned around to join her on the bed I saw her lying prone and stark naked, showing off her gorgeous ass. I took the opportunity to give it well-deserved kisses, then turned her over to share the wealth with her tits and eventually her lips. Both sets that is, heading south to lavish her super smooth labia and clit and inner thighs while I was at it. Her eyes closed, mouth open, and one hand squeezing one of mine and the other on my head, I think she kind of liked it.

Her juices were drowning me a bit so I came up for air, and Chantal took my cock into her mouth, where it stayed when we pivoted into 69 position. Fucking her in missionary and then cowgirl offered wonderful views of Chantal's covergirl face. But I explosively shot my load pumping her hard in doggy, the wall mirror giving yet another angle of this hottest of hot blondes.

[Ibn Buttita]

After a day of pleasant surprises redeeming the unpleasant one at Airport Girls I had one last uncertainty ahead of me. Carena Girls had been a place that intrigued me, for a website with a lot of cute girls and a different model than other places I was visiting this trip a place to interact with the girls before the room, but not a flat rate club or a big FKK like Artemis. I had one more surprise right off the bat in getting there; what had seemed straightforward (S41 from S Bahn Halensee a short walk from Salon Prestige, to Friedrichrain) became complicated due to some UBahn construction making it hard to get close to the club, and I eventually just got a taxi from Alexanderplatz to Strassmanstrasse near Frankfurter Tor.

More uncertainty awaited when the taxi dropped me off in a dark windswept street of old apartment houses. The red sign for Carena Girls seemed out of place, and when I waked into the building courtyard past piles of junk I really wondered if I had the right place, finally reassured by the lit-up red sign at the back of the yard. I was expecting the seediest of experiences, a bitter old crone of a madam, a dark interior with disgusting floors, and a cast of characters, unsavory at best.

The big surprise: it was nothing like that at all. The manager was a stunning, 20-or 30 something brunette with perfect English, and I just wish she had been available, she looked great. The heart of Carena Girls is a cozy room, with four bench-couches against the walls two small tables, and a tiny bar, the place can comfortably hold maybe a dozen people, though I was told they pack in more.

I was the only guest there when arrived near midnight this night, and I entered a room with 5 girls on the couches, sitting down next to the blonde closest to the doorway. The crew on hand all gave me a warm welcome was not quite as good as shown on the website, but there were two cute brunettes with big tits, another nondescript brunette, and an adorable skinny blonde. I think they were all Romanians.

The biggest appeal of the blonde I sat next to, Michelle, was her great English and friendly personality; she wasn't really my type. But after we were conversing for a while, me sipping my beer (included in the 5 Euro entry), I felt that karma dictated that I take her to a room rather than get up and chat up another girl. I also bought her a piccolo (expensive at 30 Euros and standard moneymaker for the girls as I noticed), because she was so persuasive.

Once inside the room (both rooms I used at Carena were quite nice and clean, again not what I had expected) I paid Michelle the 60 Euros for a half hour. When she rejoined me when she had cleaned up we began a good session, and I was more energetic than I expected after the long day. Michelle had good BJ skills (I can't remember if it was covered or uncovered), and nice squeezable tits that were not so large, and so contrasted with her full hips and ass; she even admitted she had a "goblet" figure. This did make for some good ass grabbing in doggystyle, and a very nice finish as I pumped her lying prone.

Back in the bar after showering and dressing in the clean bathroom, it was now a fuller house, with three other guys there; they seemed like friends and regular visitors, and there was a party mood in the place. I decided on one more session, with the skinny blonde. Christina was rather withdrawn and while spoke some English was not chatty, she responded to my greetings and small talks with a shy smile but one-word answers. Since we both knew what I was after I just proposed going to the room and we were off for a half hour session.

I knew going in that I would really have to take the initiative. As expected, Christina was pretty passive and star-fish like, and since she didn't kiss I had to devise a new foreplay strategy, mostly kissing and sucking the nipples of her tiny breasts. She was so slender that I made sure to go extra slow and deliberately in pushing my dick into her pussy, and she was very tight just as expected. Looking down on her angelic face as I deliberately slid in and out, I felt like I was deflowering a high school virgin.

I had Christina climb onto me in cowgirl, and clutched her small ass cheeks, bobbing her up and down on my cock. She began to get into the action and put some energy into riding me, eventually bucking fiercely on me, strands of her fine blonde hair flying, until I came.

When I returned to the bar room after cleaning up the place was rocking, now near 2 AM, but I was spent and decided to head out, even though I would have liked to try out one or both of the busty brunettes. Carena Girls was a lot of fun, something different on the Berlin scene, and I was glad to get that kind of surprise.

[Ibn Buttita]

After my great session at Salon Delux with Perla I headed down K'damm in search of two things, one I found and one I failed to locate. I had read about and found a table at Haus der 100 Biere on K'damm, where I had a tasty dinner along with one of the namesake beverages. I failed to locate, however, Karlsruher Strasse brothel, despite the "Brothels for Dummies" address in its name. One door had doorbells with just family names, and at the other door I saw a name had come up when I did my initial Google map research this was a quasi-looking commercial but otherwise unlabeled door at the premises, but it looked closed; this made sense to me at the time since it was after 9 PM at this time. It turned out my research was flawed: Karlsruuher Strasse seems to be open plenty late, but the website says its entrance is in the hof, the building courtyard. So a miss for me here. A shame in that there were some great looking girls on their site.

I had another nearby option, however. A bit further down K'damm and roughly across from the Halensee SBahn station, in a side street at a kind of meeting of two streets at a V, was Salon Prestige. This place like most of the brothels on my trip had exteriors that seriously belied what lay inside. In terms of the building exterior-inside thecor disparity this may have taken the cake. The building, entered via s small L-shaped alleyway, was not in bad shape but a very plain mid-20th century restored structure, I would guess.

Inside it was anything but dull. As I discovered (at times in the dark) on my way to and from the bathroom / shower, Salon Prestige is a warren of hallways and landings and sunken rooms and elevated parlors and cul-de-sacs. This Aladdin's cave was all done up in high bordello style plush carpets and velvety curtains and the most bric-a-brac I saw in any Berlin brothel. There was even a piano in one hallway, making me think how great it would be if they had a piano man playing ragtime and the rollicking atmosphere of an 1890's *house, instead of the anonymous ushering of clients from room to room.

In any case, the late hour, about 9:30 PM and so approaching their closing time, ensured that the place was anything but lively. I may have been the only one there, and only three girls were presented for my choice. The decision basically made itself, as there was a black girl among the three, Adriana from Kenya. Why she is listed as "Karibbeanischer" on their website I do not know.

In her early 20's Adriana was fit, although her braided hair wasn't especially to my taste. The half hour was the only real option (60 Euros), and I declined the pricey 20 Euro kissing extra but went for the 20 Euro uncovered BJ. Given the late hour I was not surprised that Adriana was kind of detached and listless. And without kissing as a warm up, the session began coldly, stilted with Adriana laying there on her back as I sucked on the nipples of her smallish breasts, and stroked her pussy.

That's the thing about sex, we humans can package it commercially but that won't necessarily kill the animal drive. As I caressed and licked her Adriana began to get really turned on, becoming nice and wet and squeezing my cock with her hand. I can't even remember the oral sex, but at some point Adriana slapped a condom on me and pulled me on top of her, guiding my dick into her pussy.

The intensity ramped up as I slid my dick in slow and shallow and then deeper and faster. In a move new to me, Adriana reached up and grabbed my face, hard, then pulled me down in for a deep kiss, her passion overriding the fact that I didn't pay for kissing. In another move new to me, she had me straddle one leg in a kind of scissoring, allowing for really deep penetration and eliciting open-moth gasps and moans from Adriana. The action didn't let up once she got on top in cowgirl, rapidly bouncing her ass up and down as my hands struggled to keep hold of her ass cheeks. She really put her athletic body to use riding me hard and her skin getting the sheen of perspiration. Her horniness didn't subside, as she leaned in to suck the breath of out my mouth. So just like the unexpected opulence inside Salon Prestige, this session turned out to be a pleasant surprise.

[Ibn Buttita]

My brothel route next took me back into parts more central, north on the U9 to Charlottenburg, and one stop west to Uhlandstrasse. Salon Delux is on that side street just north off Kurfuerstendamm. It has a fancy name for a place with a very nondescript entrance next to a gated driveway, but very comfortable once inside the venue, which is reached by elevator.

In doing my research this place had appealed to me for a few of the girls on their site, a Latina in particular. I was in luck in that she was one of the girls available in the lineup (I do recall the other two being attractive too). Perla, from Brazil, may not be 22 years old as stated on their website, but no matter, she fulfilled and exceeded all my expectations for a Brazilian.

Perla looked devastatingly sexy in a black lingerie bodice, stockings and garters standing out against her rich brown skin, and adorning an insanely curvy body. From the moment we met, Perla looked after my every need, pampering e and speaking soothingly, always with her great smile. She did not speak English so we muddled through with a polyglot mix of Deutsch, Spanish, and Portuguese, whichever my memory and horniness-clouded brain would dredge up. That's the thing about Brazilian women, though, they have an uncanny ability to communicate sexually; they probably have the world's highest sex IQ.

Things began at the foot of the bed as we stood and came together for a passionate kiss, Perla's big, soft lips meeting mine, as she reached down to stroke my cock, then suddenly attached her mouth to my neck and bathed it with her hot, wet tongue. She pulled her lingerie down to reveal a set of big, ripe breasts which I immediately grabbed and took to my mouth one after the next, licking and sucking her erect nipples. My hands, with her encouragement, went down to her uncovered pussy and ass, and Perla was soon on her knees, with my dick in her mouth.

I needed something to keep my own mouth busy so I got us onto the bed and in some language called for a 69, and she quickly got into position to let me lick her smooth inner thighs and slurp at her meaty labia and slick slit, puckering around her clit. She meanwhile lavished my penis with attention, not to mention her tongue and lips.

My dick could hardly restrain itself from cumming but I had other plans for him, getting Perla onto her back and with condom in place burying my little dude into her wet pussy, and pumping her with breaks to bend in for a kiss and the suck of a nipple. I needed to involve her ass more handling so we went at it in doggy and then with her prone, and switched to cowgirl for more access to Perla's tits and her kiss. Recalling how well she sucked me I asked to finish in her mouth and Perla enthusiastically and energetically obliged.

If the other girls at Salon Delux are anything like Perla in their service (they seem to be good looking too), it heightens what a place this brothel is, and what a superb deal. For my 45 minute session I paid 80, with 10 each for kissing and uncovered blowjob. And for a cum in mouth finish, 25 extra. Given the prime (one could even say tourist-trap) location by K'damm, this can't be beat. And neither could Perla. She fussed over me as I went to the shower, got dressed, and got my things together, giving me a warm embrace as parted ways. By then I had decided that the next day I would be back.

[Ibn Buttita]

I followed up my fine experience at Aston with a hearty schnitzel lunch, and made my way to Stieglitz (an easy S1 S-Bahn ride from Schoenberg to Stieglitz Rathaus station). It was a leisurely ten-minute walk from the station to Ginas Tango Rosso, as I admired and photographed some of the Jugendstil architecture along the way in the prosperous old neighborhood. The place is on a side street off the big shops and restaurant street in the neighborhood, in what looks like a medical clinic building. I did come for treatment, so why not?

I also came because GTR's website showed some black and Latina girls on their roster. I was after one in particular, Tracy. Sitting for the available lineup I was presented with three women, all frankly older than I had expected, so I asked the German-only speaking madam about Tracy. She told me that she was not yet in but scheduled to begin at 4:30 PM; It was 3: 30 now. She also said another black girl, Daisy, would be coming at 4, so I said I would be back in 30 minutes to see her. I went out for a cup of coffee and cake at a nearby caf and when I returned she told me that Daisy had not come in, but Tracy's ETA was still 4:30. So I went out again to kill time, dodging the rain.

Back again at 4:30, I learned that Tracy was indeed present, and when she greeted me in the room she already knew that I was the stalker who came to GTR three times in the space of an hour for her. But she was definitely worth waiting for. Tracy had a beautiful face, deep ebony skin, and a fit body featuring an ass that jutted out like a shelf, as in that famous Kim Kardashian glass-on-the-ass photo shoot. And from Namibia, Tracy was especially exotic, and reminded me of the first time I had sex with a black girl in Germany, a Namibian too, almost ten years ago in Artemis. I opted for a 45-minute session at 80 Euros, plus 20 Euros surcharge for kissing and 20 for BBBJ.

We started with some very sensual kissing and mutual caressing, both of us on our knees on the bed, me dipping my head from time to time to take her wonderful right nipple in my mouth (the left nipple was out of commission due to an over-eager guest's bite! As I often do I halted her attempt to have me lie down for a blow job, preferring to lick her pussy first. I had her lie back and began a thorough exploration of her inner thighs, pussy lips, and slit, all gradually becoming wetter and wetter, from my end and hers. The grip with which Tracy clasped my hand and head, and the movement of her body, assured me I was on the right track.

Eventually I took my position on my back as Tracy bent over for a nice uncovered blow job. I enjoyed that but had to get closer to her fantastic body. Back on her back, I slid my dick inside her pussy from on top, slowly and then building up speed. Even better was Tracy riding me in reverse cowgirl, giving me full reign to run my hands over her big, round booty and squeeze those cheeks as they bounced up and down. I decided that I needed to finish with her gorgeous face in view, so she turned around to ride me as I ran my hands over her body, Tracy leaning in to kiss me and suck on my nipples (both in play for me), resulting in a satisfying cum. As I came to appreciate in the Berlin brothels, getting cleaned up and dressed was a leisurely affair, and with a nice goodbye at the door I was off to my next stop.

[Ibn Buttita]

The third day of my trip, and the next two, were completely my own, with my work responsibilities out of the way. On this Thursday morning I got off to a later start than I had wanted, since I had wanted to get in a brothel visit for the typical 10 AM opening time. My plan was to try out Airport Girls near Schoenefeld Airport by noon (their website said they opened at 11), and spend a few hours there. I liked the Calgula flat rate experience the night before, and I figured that on a weekday morning there would not be a lot of competition from other guests.

When I reached the place, a red house no more than five minutes walk from the S-Bahn Station (tip, go up to the bus station rather than cross under the street toward the airport terminal), I went around back to the basement entrance and rang the doorbell. It took a while for someone to answer, and when this younger gd did he pointed to the sign with hours on the door, the same card that was on the website. And it did say for Thursdays they were open at 11. Exasperated, I pointed that out to the guy but he just told me they were closed until late that afternoon. So it was back to the S-Bahn for me, with the morning a total loss.

With this unpromising start it was surprising how full and successful a day it turned out to be. I took the S-Bahn north to Baumschulenweg and then west to Schoeneberg station and then walked through the rain a few blocks up Dominicusstrasse to find Aston (#33), one of the brothels that reports called a good value. The entrance was pretty unassuming, a glass door to a hallway and then a couple of flights up; I passed an attractive girl in lingerie and a raincoat talking on her handy before getting to the main door.

The lead-up to my visit didn't prepare me for what I was presented with: the largest and possibly the best brothel lineup of my trip. (If my trip had not been as exploratory, I would have returned to Aston without hesitation the next two days as well.) But right then I had to choose among the seven or eight girls who came in, a nice mix of blondes and brunettes with good bodies. I decided to go for a Latina-looking girl named Patrizia with a huge smile, curly hair, and a figure-hugging slip that showcased how her slender waist flowed into a very curvy ass.

My ethnic sensors must have been off because Patrizia was not Brazilian as I had expected, but Polish. It made no real difference: what really mattered was that Patrizia was one of the friendliest women I have met in this hobby, and completely dedicated to a man's pleasure. At the start we agreed to a very good value package of extras. On top of the good-value 60 Euros for 45 minutes, kissing was 5 Euros and blowjob without condom 5, and cum in mouth 15. There's no better bargain for extras in Berlin than at Aston.

The extras were not just there in name, either a peck on the lips or a quick BJ: Patrizia offered very sensual kissing, and her soft lips were even more pleasurable on my cock with her superb sucking skills. Patrizia moved her tall, slim frame perfectly under me and on top of me, and doing her in doggy offered a fantastic view of, and handhold on, her round, bouncy ass. But hooting my cum into as many female mouths as German law would currently allow was a goal, and Patrizia helped me achieve this with a fine blowjob and oral creampie. If she hadn't told me she was taking the next couple of days off, I bet I would have made it back to Aston to see Patrizia.

[Ibn Buttita]

I never had it so easy to go from one venue to the next in Germany as I did going from Liberty to Caligula: it was just three doors down the block. And rarely did an outing look so grim at the outset and then end up being so much fun. I got past the pat-down by the gruff white-haired bouncer, then paid the unsmiling cashier the 109 Euro entry, and entered a club empty of guests. It was a Wednesday night around 9, so this was not so surprising, and I had wanted to come when it was not busy as I had been to flat rate clubs in NRW where the large number of guests made getting a girl a pain.

More concerning was that the girls were standing and looking bored on a pair of stages, shuffling slightly to the Romanian music playing. And at least at first glance they were not a bunch of lookers. I sat at the bar drinking a coke and eventually walked up to a curvy girl and suggested we go to a room. I had not been sure of the protocol for this but apparently I did the right thing, as she agreed and led me to one of the rooms.

The rooms are really small, maybe 8 feet by 10 feet with a bed platform hemmed in on three sides, a raised shower staff to your left when you enter, and the only open floor space a small square to allow the door to open. They do have full wall mirrors and the ceilings are high enough, so it does not feel too ramped outside of when you are trying to get dressed or squeeze past a girl going in or out of the shower.

Anyway, Natali, a Hungarian, was not especially friendly, just pretty bored as you'the expect of girls who had to stand on a stage in an empty room. With her dress off she wasn't exactly model material, but I decided to make the best of it. She offered me what I came to learn was the standard extra on offer at Caligula, 20 Euros for blowjob without condom. I figured it was fair and that the girls here probably needed it so I said yes. When we got to fucking my dick was not really interested so a few thrusts in missionary was it. I decided to take the opportunity to do a good deed and give Natali a massage. She appreciated this and began to warm up, and things ended up being ok.

Back in the bar, I observed that the place was not as grim as I initially thought. It had a dated, slightly worn thecor, but in a funky, comfortable way, like a neighborhood bar rather than a chain restaurant. It had some character. And I noticed the grls' banter with one another on stage or when they walked to the bar for a drink or to the smoking room for a break. With a couple of guys now at the bar girls would come up to them to flirt, but not aggressively.

Something else that caught my eye was a big (and I mean big) booty Latina-looking girl on the near stage. When I took her to a room I discovered, not shockingly, that she was Romanian. Alina had a wickedly dry, deadpan sense of humor and was lots of fun. When she joined me on the bed after she washed herself I sucked on her tits and then lay her back for some nice licking that got her pussy very wet and drew compliments (she said she normally would charge for it as an extra but not in my case! She returned the favor with a good blowjob, 20 Euros to forget the condom. It was on for missionary as I slid inside Alina, clasped between her meaty thighs and wrapped around her thick body. My hands had as muuch as they could handle when she rode me and I clutched that maximus gluteus. My best memory is of her big, glorious ass in full view as I greedily grabbed handfuls of flesh, pumping her from behind in doggy and cumming hard.

Afterward I relaxed at the bar, I made an abrupt little jump in my bar stool when I felt a bug bit my ear, and slapped at my ear. I was surprised to find that instead of an insect it was a girl who had given me a sneaky static electric shock. We had a laugh over that and I got acquainted with Jessy, but I was not ready to visit a room quite yet as I had just finished with Alina. A while later another girl, whose spunky attitude I had noticed in her playful interaction with her colleagues, came over to flirt with me. I decided to go with Mona but just before we entered the hallway to the bedrooms, I pointed to Jessy and proposed having her join us. Both agreed and we headed to the room.

That was probably my best session of the night. Part of it was that we just clicked, joking around, comparing their mother tongue (Romanian) with other romance languages, with lots of smiles and laughs all around. We also had some good sexual chemistry (it was my only session at Caligula to feature some kissing). Mona gave me a long, superb blow job (ohne gummi at 20 Euros for each as Jessy blew me later) while Jessy straddled my face as I licked her juicy pussy and squeezed her big titties, and Mona then took my dick out of her mouth to ride me. The girls switched to give Jessy a taste of my dick and me a taste of Mona's pussy, and then it was my turn to fuck Jessy. Jessy was squat but busty and curvy, and while Mona had the superior body I actually got more aroused by Jessy's plump squeezability. Getting on top to fuck her felt intimate and I loved boning her in doggy, with Mona caressing me while I watched it all in the wall mirror.

I also loved that I did not feel rushed, and didn't in any of my sessions at Caligula. Although the standard sessions were supposed to be twenty minutes there wasn't any clockwatching and I did not feel a time crunch with any of my sessions at Caligula, surely because there were so few guests. There was a knock on the door at the end of one of them I think, but during cleanup. Maybe I got some bonus time during these sessions.

One girl at Caligula caught my attention all night because she was probably the best looking one there, a slender blonde, whom I also noticed because she had such a grumpy look on her face while "dancing" on stage, and took every opportunity to escape to the smoking room. Still, she was hot so I planned to wait out one of her smoking breaks when the fattest girl in the club approached me. This curly haired blonde (whose name I forgot) came over and rubbed her large ass on my dick as I sat on a barstool. I was polite and chatted with her a bit, but I would not have gone with her in any other setting. However, I had seen her on stage talking with the slender blonde a lot and so figured I'the try to take them both to a room and have her act as a buffer against the other one's hostility.

When I proposed the threesome she agreed, and called the slender blonde (Gabi) over. In the room the fat blonde was the most active, sucking me off (20 Euro BBBJ fee) while Gabi lay there aloof, though sexy. After some doggy she rode me while Gabi sat on my face, and then it was Gabi's turn to suck my dick and get boned. It wasn't nearly as good as the earlier threesome, but I think the rapport between the two Romanian friends made it better than a session with either one of them on their own.

There was one more girl who interested me at Caligula, an attractive brunette wearing some of the tightest jean shorts I had ever seen, with a sexy white top. Unfortunately, I got concerned about catching the you-Bahn before the system closed. I probably jumped the gun and should have tried to squeeze in a session with her, but I can't say I didn't get my money's worth at Caligula.

I had gone in not knowing what to expect, but I had a lot of fun at Caligula. Despite the connotations of the name it's got a kind of homey, comfortable atmosphere. The contrast with Airport Girls, which I visited on my last day in Berlin, was stark. There was no rush here like there was at Airport, and the interactions with the girls were far more positive.