In Jerusalem

Pico had only been to Jerusalem once in his life, back in the mid‐nineties, when Kantor's Private Bank began to land an increasing number of orders or major clients in Asia Minor. Old Kantor had taken the liberty of conducting the initial negotiations himself and flying to Jerusalem in person, accompanied by his private secretary and his veteran employee, Mrs. Krause and Pico. Kantor appreciated Pico's cleverness and intelligence, who did not let hunches or "gut feelings" distract him from the facts.

As well as Pico might have prepared inwardly for this flight, the reality far exceeded anything he had heard before. Mrs. Krause had been doggedly working at her desk after the meeting and was obviously annoyed. Pico went to see her a little later because he had prepared some documents for the boss and had her read the Krause; of course, he wanted to know why she was so displeased about this, after all, pleasant business trip. Although he knew the rumors that she was the boss's mistress, Pico couldn't quite believe it, because she was over‐correct, perceptive and butt‐ugly. Her husband had retired years ago, but she remained with the old cantor, whatever her motive, although she had reached the appropriate age years ago. Incessantly this thought occupied his mind, but he could not for the life of him imagine the two of them having sex.

Not until much later did it dawn on him that Mrs. Krause had probably decided to leave because of the old man's failing health and the Strains of the hot Israeli climate, which could become dangerous to the old cantor, worried. Now he made an effort to arrange the documents thematically and to explain to her exactly what was at stake. She listened only with half an ear, then looked directly at him and said, "It will certainly take us hours to check in at the airport, because the Israelis have the most strictest controls in the world!"

Pico smiled and lightly replied that she needn't worry about that, because money makes the world go round (and nervously plucked his ear, because such platitudes surely damaged his image as a smarty‐pants). Money makes the world go round, he continued boldly, and the Israelis would soon realize that they were on a money mission and not on a terrorism mission. Mrs. Krause assumed that there was something humorous hidden in Pico's talk and that she just didn't recognize it right away, so she laughed exaggeratedly loud to cover up her insecurity and gave him a friendly nod. It did her good to know that such a smart, humorous, and energetic man was along for her journey.

At the airport, passengers to Jerusalem were processed in a separate room. The questioning, the opening of the luggage and another questioning by plainclothes security guards lasted almost two hours. It came as a surprise to Pico to be asked about his parents and grandparents, why they had moved to Vienna from Parma and whether he had Jewish ancestors. Who had packed the luggage and who had held it last, whether he had ever left the luggage unattended for even a second, and whether he had acquaintances or friends in or from Israel. He felt quite humiliated because he had to think for a long time about all these unaccustomed questions and at the same time he was afraid of a wrong answer, because the official had pointed out to him several times at the beginning of the examination that this could have fatal consequences for him. Only when he was silent about the reason for his trip and the official repeated the question, Pico pointed to the old cantor who was being interrogated at the next table and said that this was his boss whom he was accompanying to Jerusalem on business in his function as head of finance. Head of finance, that beaded across his lips as if it were true. He did not want to say any more about the purpose of their stay and requested that the official ask his boss, as he was not authorized to give any further information. Although he did not expect it, the officer leaned toward his colleague and whispered with him, then turned back to Pico.

"Pico," the security officer said stretched, "a rare first name!"

Pico explained patiently, probably for the thousandth time in his life, that his mother had greatly admired the legends and life of St. Riccardo, and that the Riccardo had become the lighter Rico, or Pico, at least for Italians. Later he had even officially registered the coseform Pico as a name change. The security officer listened patiently to Pico's long‐winded explanation, then folded the passport shut and handed it to Pico. Time to go and no more long‐winded sermon, please — that's what this gesture was supposed to mean. Pico hastily stood up and walked to the other passengers with his half‐closed suitcase.

After arriving, Kantor said in the hotel lobby, they were already going ahead, he felt a little uncomfortable in the unexpected heat. Mrs. Krause had insisted that he freshen up and rest a bit, the frizzy still murmured to him and ran behind the old man.

Pico was a bit surprised that Kantor and Krause had a double room. Mrs. Krause, who got senselessly drunk at the bar on one of the following evenings, told him confidentially, purring wetly in his ear, that she had been responsible for Kantor's sexual relaxation for 40 years. Cantor had sent his unfaithful wife packing and taken her by storm. Her husband was gay, the marriage just a cover. At first she had let Kantor fuck her three times a day, but by now nothing worked. Every day she masturbated him in her mouth and let him squirt into her throat, the semen she swallowed. Pico listened politely, but he soon got bored. Fucking, squirting in her mouth — that was all the drunken old woman could tell him. He took the drunk to her room two hours later and stripped her naked. Giggling, she assured him that the old cantor had taken a sleeping pill and wouldn't notice anything. Quietly and a bit repelled from her vagina, which was swollen red from her much masturbation, he fucked the old Krause. He did it slowly so that she could finish her masturbation with a loud sigh, then he let all his pent‐up semen shoot into the old vagina in great jets and went to his room, while the old woman uncovered and continued masturbating.

Pico was a little unlucky with his room, because the one he had originally reserved had been given away by mistake and until another one was made up, it would take a little while. The receptionist asked him if he would like to sit in the bar. But Pico was itching to get to his room, so he asked for the key and waved it off when the receptionist waved down a bellboy to take the luggage. He was relieved to escape the crowded and busy hotel lobby and take the elevator up.

He immediately recognized which was his room, because a trolley with Cleaning utensils stood in front of it. He knocked quietly on the door frame and went in. The floor woman immediately chattered away excitedly and he guessed that she wanted to explain to him that the room was not ready yet. He shook his head and said in English that he just wanted to sit down and could wait patiently, just let her get on with it. Then he sat down and put the suitcase beside him. She looked at him reprovingly as he lit a cigarette, but then she nimbly went on. Pico thought that there might be a higher power that was leading him him into the same situation over and over again. A power that knew he lusted after seducing cleaners, ironers, and kitchen maids.

Through the smoke, he watched her. The first half‐black Asian woman, he guessed, he saw, small and plump, middle‐aged. Soon he realized that she was not an Israeli, but an African, probably a half‐breed, since she did not appear distinctly Negroid. She could have been thirty or fifty, he couldn't have told. In any case, it immediately set him off that the outline of her underwear was clearly visible under the pale pink uniform dress. Pico crossed one leg and lit another cigarette, then rummaged for a handkerchief to wipe his sweat. The cleaning lady saw it and indicated to him that the bathroom was already ready. Since he obviously didn't understand her, she went to the bathroom door and indicated inside that he could wash his face and cool down.

Pico got up and walked slowly to the bathroom, stopped next to her and looked in. Then he gestured that he understood and touched one hand to her forearm as if by accident. She backed away a little, but when Pico pointed to the shower and said some nonsense, she took a step closer and looked in. Pico spoke calmly and of course in German how nice the shower would be now and how much he would like to eat her out. She looked in and looked questioningly at him again.

Now he lightly grabbed her arm and stroked her shoulder lightly with his hand, letting his hand slide lightly over her bosom onto her hip. In addition he looked at her languishingly and threw sinful challenging look. How could he overcome the language barrier, he thought, she would understand him. Again she took a step back, then said something and turned to go. In the doorway, she glanced at him again very briefly, then she was out.

Pico stood in the room for a while, undecided, then he put his suitcase on the little table provided for it and began to undress. A shower would do him good, maybe his quickly arisen lust could be soothed. He just put fresh laundry and a towel, when it knocked quietly on the door and was unlocked at the same time from the outside.

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The cleaning lady let loose a torrent of words at him and then strode resolutely behind the bed, where she pulled out a handheld vacuum cleaner and held it triumphantly aloft. Pico wrapped the towel around his loins and came back into the room. Whether she had had second thoughts, he said with a grin, stepping up to her. Or if it was just about the vacuum cleaner, he continued, although he knew perfectly well that she didn't understand a word of his German. Now she said something quite different, something guttural from a primal language, and looked at him calmly. Again he didn't know how to make the next move, but she had come back and didn't seem to want to leave right away. Again he put a hand on her upper arm and stroked her shoulder lightly. Again she said something that sounded at first low like the growl of a bear and then irritatingly reminiscent of the chirp of small birds. Pico shrugged and said in a soft voice that that was exactly what he meant, the birdlike fucking, and stroked her arm with a winning smile.

It did not surprise him that she wordlessly disengaged herself from him and went to the door, but it surprised him all the more that she locked the door from the inside and again turned around. With two steps he stood before her and looked into her eyes as he placed his hands on her round hips and her buttocks. He cheered inwardly as she released the towel from his waist and let it drop. With erratic fingers, he began to unbutton her dress, but she grabbed his hand and shook her head. No, nothing will come of it, she seemed to say, and undid the last button he had undone. Pico gently grabbed after her hand and pulled her to the bed, where, to his amazement, she quite easily let herself fall forward onto her stomach, willingly holding her ass cheeks out to him above her spread thighs.

Pico nervously nibbled at her dress and finally pushed it up, nibbling at her panties that he wanted to take off her, but she shook her head and pulled the panties aside only enough to expose her jet‐black hair bush. Pico then tried to swindle his only three‐quarters stiff cock past the rubber of the panties, but didn't get very far and touched with the glans tip barely more than the outer pubic fold. No, he just wasn't stiff enough yet. The woman turned around after some time and looked up at him questioningly. She said something and grabbed his cock. Pico nodded helplessly, but was still surprised when she took him in her hand and then in her mouth. He stood wide‐legged in front of her while she sucked him firmly and practiced sucking on him, stroking his balls and inner thighs. When he came, she took his cock in her hand and rubbed it quickly, all the while opening her mouth wide and letting him cum inside. To his amazement she was one of those women who swallowed it all quite easily and continued sucking and sucking until he was completely flaccid.

She came back from the bathroom and stood waiting. Pico felt dull and miserable and did not immediately understand what she wanted. Then he winced and hastily searched for his wallet in his suit jacket. He didn't recognize the bills without his glasses, but she wordlessly took the first one he held out to her from his hand and left the room.

The next day, the crowd in the hotel lobby raved and cheered, for Benjamin Netanyahu would surely win this election and become prime minister. Sobered, Pico noted that the hotel seemed to be the campaign headquarters of the right‐wing conservatives. The masses of fanatically chattering supporters of the future prime minister were even more exalted than usual, because there were many journalists and camera teams present. Pico made that he came back to the room after breakfast. In the corridor he saw the trolley of the cleaning crew already from afar, went on heart‐beating and recognized that the older Asian woman from yesterday and a pretty younger one were cleaning one of the other rooms. His gaze quickly slid from the younger one and sucked in the roundish older one. She glanced up briefly, then continued working unblinkingly. Pico unlocked his room and stood indecisive for a moment, then she looked up and their eyes met for a moment. Pico used this moment to put all his wooing into his gaze, then he went into the room. It seemed to him that she nodded to him almost imperceptibly.

It was nearly half an hour, however, before she knocked and came in. Pico immediately stubbed out his cigarette and quickly rose. The woman gestured chummily toward the bed. He nodded and led her back to the bed. As he dropped his towel, she could see that he was better prepared today than yesterday. Again she lay down on her stomach and held her ass cheeks out to him willingly, again pulling her panties just a little to the side so he could penetrate. Pico lifted her a little and pulled her higher until she was kneeling on the bed, then he knelt behind her. With one tug he pulled her panties down to her knees. She was completely dry and started masturbating, so Pico had quite a bit of trouble getting his cock into her vagina. She seemed to be protesting about something the whole time, but he paid no attention. Completely by surprise, he squirted in rich, firm jets after only a few moments. She turned around so that his cock immediately flapped out again. She looked at him out of dark, glowing eyes. Then she said something and seemed rather annoyed; seeing his uncomprehending look, she pointed a finger at her vagina and shook her head in denial, then she pointed to her asshole and nodded vigorously. Aha, said Pico, aha!Red‐headed and a little humiliated, he groped for her butthole, slowly tortured his cock inside, and quickly humped it. She masturbated very fast and got to orgasm twice. It was not pleasant for him, because ass‐fucking he did not like so much, nevertheless he had to squirt after her second orgasm. It was enough.

For the next seven days, before they flew back to Vienna, she came daily after breakfast to earn some pocket money. Pico was intimidated because she immediately pointed out to him what he was allowed to do and what he wasn't. He nodded affirmatively and fucked her first in the black wet vagina, which really turned out to be a very pleasant one. He squirted in firmly and greedily while she masturbated rapidly from the first moment on. She got a slight orgasm right after he finished squirting, then her protest again and he obediently fucked her ass while she masturbated. He obeyed and fucked her in the ass, which was not much fun and where he also found the squirting much less satisfying.

On the last morning — he was already sitting like on hot coals, because he was packed ready and she took her time until she came to him — he gave her by signs to understand that she should do it to him with her mouth. Patiently she sat on the edge of the bed while he stood impatiently wriggling in front of her, waiting to finally cum. She had to rub him endlessly, sucking and sucking his stalk again and again in between. He enjoyed the caress of her tongue and held her head, her mouth pressed tightly against him, pressing his cock deep inside as he poured into her mouth. He squirted so deep in her throat that she almost puked, but he paid no attention and squirted. She pulled his ravenous cock out a little and grinned again, then continued to suck and swallow it all like the first time, licking and smacking until his cock was just small and gooey on her tongue. He paid her hastily as always and ran hurriedly with his suitcase to the elevator.

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