Cat's Discovery

"Well, I guess I'm done. That should hold you for awhile. I better go check in with the boss." As I got off the bed, my tee shirt rode up to my waist, fully exposing my bare pussy. Max just got the best beaver shot of his life. He looked up at me with one of the saddest faces I've seen on a human. Even my dogs can't do that look.

"Uh, uh, oh, okay, I guess you should. Will you come back later?"

"I don't think that's a good idea Max." More puppy dog eyes. I love to tease, but I just can't be cruel.

"I'm kidding! Of course I'll come back later. I'll treat you to dinner this time. Hey, wait, what's this?" Pointing to his hard-on, I said, "I think I missed a muscle. This one looks really stiff and painful, let me see what I can do." I sat back down on the bed, took his rock hard cock in my right hand, and began pumping it up and down. With my left hand, I grabbed the bottle of lotion and poured some onto the bulbous knob and some onto his balls. Then I used my left hand to manipulate his nut sack while continuing to jerk his prick.

I spread my legs wide so Max could see me in all my glory. My pussy lips were puffy and open, and they were coated with my own moist lubricant. I was so wet I could have fucked a horse.

Max was moaning and saying, "Mein Gott Cat that feels so good. Mein Gott, I can't hold it much longer." He barely got the last words out when all of a sudden, his dick shot a string of jism, then another, then a third, then the cum just poured out all over my hand. His cock was still twitching and spasming in my hand, and I continued to pump him, getting every last drop out.

When it seemed as if he had nothing left to give, I wiped the back of my hand across his dick, leaving it cream coated, and then I got up and went into the bathroom to wash my hands and grab a towel. I dampened the towel with some warm water, and then went back out to clean up Max. He was snoring! I intended to use the towel to clean all the cum off of Max's penis and scrotum, as well a small puddle on his lower belly.

His dick was still semi-hard, and I was still fascinated with the size of the knob. I lowered my face down to his crotch, opened my mouth wide, and wrapped my lips around the tip. I rolled my tongue all around it and sucked on the head. Then I took the full length of his shaft down my throat, bobbing my head up and down slightly. I licked all the cum off his dick and balls with my mouth and tongue, cleaning and polishing everything up nicely. Not wanting to waste anything, I also licked up the pool of semen on his belly, getting every last drop. I guess I do like German food! Max groaned quietly, but never even opened his eyes.

So I got up again, found my running shorts and slipped them on, and tiptoed out of Max's room, heading back down to my own room to change into jeans and a blouse. I left Max lying on his bed, sound asleep with a smile on his face.

As the elevator doors opened, I couldn't believe what I saw! Dr. and Mrs. Reichman were getting off the elevator on this floor. Apparently they had the room adjacent to Max's. Here I am standing in front of the elevator, wearing a visitor center tee shirt stretched tightly over my big boobs, tiny little running shorts, I'm barefoot and carrying my sneakers in my hand. Dr. Reichman glared at me and simply said, "Frau Wolf." Eva smiled at me and winked.

I didn't see Max the rest of the day. Later that evening, Max called my cell phone and wanted to know if we were getting together for dinner. Unfortunately I had to entertain another veep (a Congresswoman) and her husband that night, so I told him I'd call when I was done and promised to buy him breakfast instead. Max was ecstatic.

I dialed Max's room at about 11PM, and he said he was watching TV. "The new movie version of Hamlet is coming on in 10 minutes, come watch it with me."

I have always enjoyed Shakespeare, but I really, really love Mel Gibson! "I'll go change, and then come up."

"No, no, you don't have time, just come up."

"Max, I'm still wearing my evening dress, I want to get comfortable."

"Well hurry, its going to start soon."

I went to my room, grabbed the half tank and girl boxers that I sleep in, then decided to bring my jeans and sneakers, to wear to breakfast. You know, just in case I spend the night in Max's room. I figured I might as well just change in his room, so I left the dress on. When I got off the elevator on Max's floor, I peeked around the corner, hoping I would not see Dr. Reichman again. I hurried down the hall and was about to knock on the door, when I saw it was not closed all the way. I pushed it open and just before it clicked shut, I thought I heard another door on the floor opening, a door in very close proximity.

As I entered the room, I saw Max lying on the bed, on top of the covers, wearing pajamas. Actual, real traditional pajamas, with lighthouses printed all over them. I almost cracked up; I haven't seen too many men under 65 wearing jammies. "How's your leg Max?"

"My leg is good, just a little tender. My back hurts a little, but not too much. You give good massages Cat."

"Thanks Max. I haven't had any complaints so far. I like your pj's, your wife buy those for you?"

"Yes, for this trip."

"I see. Well, they look very nice, and practical. She's very good to you. Is it okay if I take a quick shower, then slip into my pj's?"

"Yes, yes, go ahead, we're friends now."

Kicking my high heels off by the door, I went into the bathroom, slipped off my dress, then my black thong underwear. I took a five minute shower, just to freshen up a bit. When I was done, I put on my boxers and tee shirt, then headed out to the bedroom.

The movie on the TV screen didn't look like Hamlet. And Mel Gibson was nowhere to be seen. "Hey, what's that? I thought we were watching Hamlet, Max?"

Max was staring at me. More specifically, he was staring at my sleepwear.

"Nice pj's Frauline! I wish my wife would wear something like that."

"They come from a store called Victoria's Secret. There's one in the mall near here or you can order them online. Why don't you buy her a set? I'll help you pick them out."

"I don't think she would look the same in them as you. She's a bit . . . . heavier than you. You have ruined all other women for me Cat, now you must marry me."

"Well okay, let me call my husband and give him the bad news. Are we going to live here in the States or in Germany? Do I have to learn German? Where will I work? I don't know if I can live on Weiner schnitzel and bratwurst the rest of my life. Do I get my own Mercedes?"

"If you marry me, you can have anything you want Cat"

Hmm, I thought to myself, he doesn't sound like he's kidding around anymore. I better be careful not to be too irresistible and charming. I do like having men totally worship and adore me, but I draw the line at marrying all of them.

"I'll sleep on it, and give you an answer in the morning, how's that? Getting back to the movie, where's my Mel Gibson?"

"No, no this is better. Shakespeare is so serious, and depressing. This is a funny movie. It's a parody of Flash Gordon. I thought you'd like it, since you're a rocket scientist."

"First of all, I'm a rocket engineer. Second, I lust for Mel Gibson."

"Come sit with me on the bed and watch it. You'll like it, you'll see."

I climbed up onto the big king-sized bed and plopped down next to Max. He had made popcorn in the microwave, and had also picked up some beer, Coors Lite, my favorite. I don't even remember telling him that; he's so thoughtful!

The opening credits to Flesh Gordon were running, but I was only half paying attention. I didn't realize until just then how lonely I felt; I had been away from home so much lately, I missed my dogs and my husband. I snuggled up close to Max and put head on his chest, and my hand on his belly. He wrapped his arm around my neck and shoulders, and we watched a very silly, goofy movie. I found myself laughing so hard, I had tears in my eyes. However, I knew the water works were not just from the laughter, I wasn't alone and I felt safe; it was the best night I'd had in a long time.

The soft porn movie was an early '70s attempt to make fun of bad sci fi movies from the decade before. Lots of T&A and simulated sex. Flesh Gordon, his side kick Dale Ardor, and Dr. Flexi Jerkoff were on their way to the planet Porno to save the Earth from the evil Emperor Wang. Wang tries to stop them with his sex ray, which makes people fall into an uncontrollable sexual frenzy. Gordon and Jerkoff end up double-dicking Ardor, filling multiple holes, and then she remains nude for the rest of the trip to Porno.

There are a few more funny scenes; it probably helps to have a bit of a buzz in order to appreciate them. It wasn't long before I noticed a tent pole rising in Max's pajama bottoms. "Hey Max, you enjoying the movie?"

"It's very funny, but not very well done."

"I think that's the point Max. They're making fun of bad science fiction movies. It certainly looks like you're enjoying the movie," I said, pointing to his slowly rising boner.

"I believe you are more of the cause of that than the movie, Cat."

"Aww, you're so sweet! Thanks Max."

I unbuttoned Max's shirt, exposing his chest and stomach, and then continued to rub him there. I still had my head on his chest and he was playing with my hair, which I love! My hand strayed down to his waist, and I ran a finger under the elastic of his pajama bottoms. On a whim, I unbuttoned the fly, and reached in and pulled out his slowly hardening cock. It was so pretty! I stroked it a couple of times, then I reached in and felt his balls.

"Is it okay if I play with you? My husband loves this when we're watching a movie."

"Of course Cat, be my guest. You miss your husband, don't you?"

The man is extremely perceptive. Fighting back a second round of tears, I said, "Yes I do Max. I'm sorry, I hope that doesn't bother you."

"Of course not Cat! I think it makes you even more desirable, knowing you love your man that much. I wish I was Herr Wolf."

"Do you miss your wife Max?"

"Unfortunately, no. I hope that doesn't make me a bad person. I miss my children, but my wife and I lost our feelings for each other some time ago. It's a shame, because we were so in love once."

"That's so sad Max. Is there no way to salvage your marriage? Have you tried counseling?"

"Yes, yes, that's no good. It's over."

We continued watching the movie, as I gently manipulated Max's scrotum and lightly stroked his shaft. He stayed semi-hard, as my husband does, enjoying the relaxing and hypnotic sensation of my touch. Max used the hand that was resting on my shoulder to rub and squeeze my breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and index finger. Flesh Gordon was battling the penisaurus, but I was no longer paying any attention to the movie. Max didn't seem to be watching it either.

So I started to really stroke his cock, applying more pressure as I went up and down. Max placed his other hand on my bare stomach, sliding it downward towards my pubic region. He ran a finger along the outside of my underwear, directly on top of my slit. His finger penetrated slightly, getting the crotch of my boxers wet.

"Max, that would feel a whole lot better if I took my underwear off. May I?"

"Of course Cat, let me help."

Together we slid my undies off, leaving me naked from my midriff to my toes. The lips of my bald pussy were swollen with excitement, as Max continued to finger me, now using two fingers to penetrate deep into my vagina. I was jerking Max's cock in earnest now, but I didn't want him to cum yet. As his fingers moved more rapidly in and out of me, my clit was getting pressure from the motion, and I could feel an orgasm coming. I stopped stroking his prick, and holding it tight, I said to Max, "Don't stop, keep going, I'm cumming Max."

A few more strokes and it hit. "Oh god, Max, yes, oh, oh, don't stop!" I had a powerful orgasm. It felt like the floodgates had opened. When it was over, instead of jerking Max off, I sat up, threw a leg over his waist, and lowered my sopping pussy onto his now rock hard cock. In one quick motion, I sat down hard impaling myself on his beautiful prick, and began to bounce up and down on it. Max brought his hands up to my breasts, holding one in each. He leaned forward and sucked first one, then the other nipple into his mouth. He bit, he chewed, he sucked them hard, and I loved it. Then my second orgasm hit, and it was stronger than the first. Max still had not cum yet.

I told Max I wanted him to fuck me from behind, so I got off his lap, turned around and got on my hands and knees. Max got up on his knees and shoved his cock hard into my dripping cunt, and pounded me like a madman.

"Spank my ass Max."

He tapped me on my right butt cheek.

"Max, SPANK ME!!"

I heard a sharp crack, then felt stinging pain on my ass, and I almost creamed again.

"Again Max, more."

Max whacked both cheeks at least 3 or 4 times each, my ass felt like it was on fire, and I was like a bitch in heat. I was shoving my hips back hard into Max's pelvis, getting the maximum depth from his penis. It felt like his dick was going to come out my throat.

"Max, pull my head back by my hair. Pull hard!"

Max grabbed a handful of my blond locks and yanked my head back, just as he thrust forward with his hips. I thought I was going to have whiplash, but I loved it. He was still holding my hair when my third orgasm exploded like a bomb inside me. I thought I was going to pass out, it felt so good. My scream of pleasure probably woke all the guests on the entire floor. Almost at the exact same moment, I felt Max shoot inside me. His cock swelled and then spurted what felt like a gallon of semen inside my womb. After his cock pulsed four or five times, he slowly eased himself out.

Just as I was about to roll over and collapse on my back, Max said, "Wait Cat, stay on your knees, and put your head down on the bed."

All I wanted to do was pass out, but because he was such a good boy for following my directions, I figured it was the least I could do. While still on my knees, I put my head down on the bed, leaving my ass high up in the air. Just as I was about to ask Max what he was doing, I felt a tongue on the crack of my ass. It ran from the top all the way down to my anus, then inserted itself inside. Max was reaming my ass! Not many men have done this to me, unfortunately. Max was licking my ass up and down, and sticking his tongue in my hole as far as he could get it. It felt really, really good.

"Oh Max, that feels so good, keep going."

Max cleaned my butt from top to bottom, inside and out, with his mouth. When I thought he was finished, I felt his tongue on my pussy. He was licking all around my vagina, sucking my pussy lips into his mouth. I could feel his cum starting to leak out, and was about to offer to wipe up first, when his tongue darted into my cunt. He was eating me out, with my pussy filled to overflowing with his own spunk! Now this was a completely new experience for me. Max used both hands to spread my pussy as far apart as possible, then he licked and sucked and scooped out every bit of jism he could find. My clit was getting such another workout and, combined with the knowledge of what Max was doing, I felt a fifth and final orgasm approaching.

Max continued to eat me, licking up and swallowing all of our combined juices. My orgasm came, a small one, but pleasurable just the same. When he was done, Max flopped down on his back, his face glistening with cum, and I collapsed beside him. We both fell into a deep sleep almost immediately, my head again resting on his chest. Just before my eyes closed, I happened to glance at the TV and on the screen, Flesh Gordon was getting head from another man. Someday, I'd have to find out what that was all about!

The next morning, after getting cleaned up and dressed, we headed down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. I didn't see Max for a couple of days, and the shuttle was due back soon. He did call me several times a day on my cell phone, and we were able to chat a bit. Once the shuttle landed safely, we thought we would get together one more time, but it never happened. Dr. Reichman and his wife, along with Max, left for Germany the same day the shuttle returned to Earth. Max called me from the airport, crying like a baby, apologizing over and over for leaving without saying goodbye.

"Max, don't worry about it. We'll see each other again. You have my email, we'll keep in touch. I know, we'll have cybersex, or we'll get webcams and watch each other masturbate. C'mon sweetie, I love you; I want to see you again. And besides, you totally worship and adore me, don't you?"

Still sobbing, Max said, "Yes, yes, I adore you, I worship the ground you walk on, I love you so much Cat."

Hmm, I may have overdone it again. But Max was a really nice guy and I really liked him.

I heard through the agency grapevine that Eva and Dr. Reichman are getting divorced. Turns out Reichman has more than a healthy fondness for boys. No wonder my charm didn't work on him. I knew he was a Nazi! Eva sends me erotic emails on a regular basis and most of them are quite explicit. Apparently she has a healthy fondness for American women with blond hair and big boobs. She said after her divorce she would like to come visit me in Gatlinburg, maybe go camping in the National Park. Just the two of us. I wonder if she likes dogs?

Max and I still keep in touch by email. He recently told me he asked his wife for a divorce and plans on requesting a transfer to the ESA facility at the Johnson Space Flight Center in Houston. He also said he is going to pursue me the rest of his life until I agree to marry him.

How do I get myself into these things?

THE END

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This story is true, with the exception of the rumor at the end about Dr. Reichman. I made that up because he was mean to me and I didn't like him. Max and Eva are both really planning on coming back to visit me some day. Should make for a good follow-up story. Besides the obvious play on words, the title of this story implies I discovered something from this experience: That I love the Germans of course. They are so cute! By the way, all the names have been changed to protect the guilty. Love ya!

Cat