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CHAPTER 15D: EUROPE; BELGIUM FRIENDS

Again, I wake to the embrace of Marie. I roll inside her arm and give her cheek a kiss, then her lips. The room alarm clock says it is 7:07 AM. I am surprised I am awake after such a night. But I am. And now I am surprised Marie is so soundly asleep. When I manage to wake her with my pestering kisses, she is mildly upset with me for sneaking into bed without waking her as I had promised.

“I am sorry, Marie. I know I promised we could have our time when I got back, but … it was very late … and I was filled with dog cum. I didn’t want to wake you when I was like that, not you. So I went to Anthony’s room to shower, to be clean for you. Well, when was the last time I had a shower to myself with you guys around? So, yeah, Anthony came in with me and … well, one thing … led to another and then it really was late. Very late. I am sorry.”

She kissed me on the lips and snuggled down with her head on my breast. “I’m not going to begrudge Anthony getting time with you, too. I don’t want to be selfish or jealous of our time. I realized last night when you guys were gone that I am the lucky one of us all. You are having a lot of sex with a lot of different people or a****ls, but of the people in our group, I get you more than my fair share. I want you to know that I know that. And I appreciate that.”

“Thank you, Marie.”

“But that doesn’t mean I don’t still want to guard our time closely and maybe want more than my fair share. You are so good for me, Michele. You are slowly bringing me out.”
“Don’t rush it, lover. Be totally comfortable as you do. There is no expectation by anyone on you for anything more than the wonderful, caring person you are. You know that, right? Mr. R, Anthony, Tim and I all just want you to be happy, safe and trusting in where you are.”

But I still intend to make up for it now. This time it isn’t me for her or her for me. This time it is just us, sharing each other, caring for each other, loving each other.

We are coming out of the bathroom from our shower (yes, our shower – once, again, not alone – I might be in danger of forgetting how to wash my own body) with a towel wrapped around my hair and otherwise naked when there is a knock at the door. I only expect that it might be Anthony or Mr. R as they will be leaving on the plane for Berlin this morning and Marie is late. I tell Marie to cover herself. I go the room door and peek out through the spy hole and scream, “YES!” I yank the door handle but the little chain is still fastened and I have to close it to reopen it. And when I do I jump into his arms, forcing him back into the hallway. Tim! I am smothering him with kisses. I am on him, literally. My arms around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist.

Coming up for air he mutters, “Dear, I am glad to see you, too. And if anyone comes out of any of these rooms, they will be glad to be seeing you, as well.” I look down and laugh. Naked in my husband’s arms in the middle of the hotel hallway. I jump down and grab his hand and pull him to the room. He reaches for his roller bag and gets it in just before the door closes.

Marie is standing there with a towel wrapped around her, mouth open at the antics I have created. She shakes her head at me and walks past to Tim. She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him fully on the lips. She pulls back a bit, “Welcome, Tim. Maybe you can save us all from this slut.”

My mouth drops open in astonishment. First, Marie just walked up to Tim and gave him a very passionate kiss while nearly naked. But second, she was insinuating that I was taking advantage of them instead of the other way around. Or, was it? Did they feel compelled to try to keep me satisfied when we were alone? She’s messing with me! I am at their command, not the other way around. I walked up to her and gave her swat across her exposed ass. She reacted. I suggested she get dressed because Mr. R and Anthony would be waiting downstairs soon.

Tim said, “Oh, they are. I saw them as I came into the lobby. They are the ones who told me your room number. Carlos told me to tell you to get your ass out of Michele’s arms and get down there.”

I pointed a finger at her, “And do not blame me.”

Marie just swung her hair over her shoulder and walked to the bathroom door and my mouth dropped, again. Marie loosened the towel and let it drop. I said, “Marie!” She laughed and ran for the bathroom. I looked at Tim and he was chuckling at my reaction. I said, “I don’t know what has gotten into her.”

Moments later she came out of the bathroom dressed. She said, “I heard that, you know. What has gotten into me …” and she walked right up to me, she held my face and planted a very nice kiss on my lips … “is you, sweetie. Just you. You have been so good for me. Thank you.” She walked to Tim and gave him the same kiss, “And thank you, Tim. For allowing this vixen to corrupt us so.” She took her roller bag and went to the door, turned and blew us a kiss, “You two have fun on your little side trip. See you in Berlin.” And she was gone but Tim was here. I asked him, “What is our schedule?”

“We really need to be going. The train we need will be leaving soon.” I put on a pouting act. But he wasn’t buying it. “If it is more sex you are looking for, that is coming my dear. The next few days should be very interesting.”

Oh oh. What does that mean? He definitely has something special planned. I can’t wait!

Tim hustles me along to get dressed and packed. Tim has me wear another thin sundress with no bosom support, of course. He loves seeing my breasts sway and bounce in public. And, naturally, no underwear at all. He pulls out a pair of high heel sandals for me to complete the outfit for what there is. But he knows I love it, too. I am an exhibitionist at heart who might otherwise chicken out.

At the main station we look up the High-speed train, the Thallys, to Antwerp. It is a distance of only 83 miles and in the States we would just drive it. But we don’t have a car at our disposal and the train offers excellent opportunity for viewing the countryside and acting like love starved teenagers. Being separated for these days has had an effect on our desire to be with each other. And that is VERY nice to recognize. Despite all this other stuff I am involved in, we truly miss just being with each other. Once to Antwerp we will then take the local train to Herentals. We have scheduled some time for sightseeing in Antwerp and then to move on to Herentals where we will be picked up by our on-line friends, Anja and Karl. They live only a short distance outside of Herentals, about fifteen minutes.

We arrive at the Antwerpen-Centraal Station which is a truly majestic building. Its central dome is huge. They have three levels of trains going through the station. As we are making our way through the main room, we notice a lot of people milling about, not particularly moving with any real deliberateness. Then suddenly a very familiar song starts over the speaker system. It is the Sound of Music song “Do Re Mi” and is totally out of place for this grand lobby under this majestic dome. Then, someone, a single middle aged man, moves and starts to dance to it, followed by a little girl, then another few come out to join them. And I hold my breath, this has to be. But I have never, ever witnessed one. Then more and more, young, middle aged, and old. And suddenly we are witnessing a flash mob right before us in this grand train station in Antwerp, Belgium! As if that isn’t enough to be pulling at heart strings, a song so familiar to c***dhood, people seemingly spontaneously dancing (although it must be planned), when suddenly on the grand stairway comes a mass of c***dren who I thought were there only for some outing. But no, they are part of this, too. They come down the stairs, waving their arms, dancing, jumping the last steps to join what is now truly a mob on the main floor. And all the people, just like us, taken by surprise and clapping to the song and dancing, smiles seemingly larger than their faces. Some with their hands over their open mouths in surprise, joy and awe. Then, at the end of the song and the appreciative clapping that follows, the speakers once again take up with the regular announcements of train schedules, arrivals and departures. I find myself in Tim’s arms, tears running down my cheeks.

I may be a slut, but I’m a sensitive one.

Across from the Antwerpen-Centraal Station is the Antwerp Zoo. It is the oldest a****l park in the country and one of the oldest in the world, established in 1843 and said to be one of the most beautiful zoos in Europe. Maybe it’s those from Belgium that say that. But, I will agree. We decide to visit it and experience the people of Belgium. Inside we are surprised to see an exhibit that contains an American Bison. We travel all this way and there is an a****l from the American wilderness and history. The zoo is filled with many a****ls from all over the world. After leaving the large cat area, Tim pulls me into him and asks if viewing them gives me any ideas. Does the idea of mating with exotic a****ls make me curious? I respond that most a****ls do, but dogs, and perhaps horses, domesticated a****ls are my limit. These exotic a****ls would be too dangerous. Our sex is fun, too much danger in the situation and it could be turned into a negative and result in injury. We laugh though as I start blushing as we pass the elephant and he is hanging. He says, “I thought you weren’t curious.”

Not far from the zoo is the Stadspark or City Park. It is in the center of the city with several statues and a historical, white painted, iron suspension, pedestrian bridge constructed in 1869 over the park pond. The land is so flat that this is one of the few elevated areas in the city. It is surrounded by the city though and the sounds and sites are evident. Still it seems to be favored by many locals.

On the way back to the station we take a taxi to see just a little bit more off the sites and we are driven past the ‘t Steen which is the oldest building in Antwerp. Originally built around the year 1200, the castle is now only a part of the structure it once was. Europe is truly amazing in this regard. We Americans refer to ‘old’ in our country, but Europe has buildings that are truly old and represent a style and culture so foreign to us, and yet not really so foreign.

Arriving in Herentals and departing the train, we gather our bags and proceed to the pickup area and we hear a car honk and a man waving from his car further down the line of waiting cars. I am surprised. We have never met them before despite the frequent and detailed messages we have exchanged about ourselves and our experiences. Some very personal, some very meaningful. We walk down the line and a woman is also coming out of the car and running down to meet us. She stops and asks, her English slightly rough and probably a third or fourth language for her, “Michele?” I nod yes and she throws her arms around me. “I have been so excited since you said you might be able to come for a visit. When you confirmed it and the plans were set, Karl says I have been impossible with anticipation. I am so pleased you could come and share our home and village.” She then turned to Tim and kissed him on the lips, long and hard. “I am really looking forward to spending time with you, too, Tim. As I know Karl is hopeful to spend time with you, Michele.” I love her openness and enthusiasm. I still have not been told what the weekend holds but Tim assured me it would be shared. I have shared so much with Anja and her to me in our messages that I feel we are already such good friends and soul mates. I have been looking forward to this part of the trip since the idea came to me quite a while ago.

We originally met Anja and Karl on the b**st Forum site. Anja had questions about my wedding ceremony that included our dog, Cody. Well, it was really our ‘after the wedding’ ceremony for many of our very close friends. I was nearly naked in this ceremony and I was not wed only to Tim but also to Cody. Tim wrote about that and our honeymoon and posted it on the site. That started our communication. It has grown over that time as we shared our own growth in submission to our men and our dogs. And the sharing that our men have involved us in. From our communication it seems Tim has involved me perhaps with more men and women than Anja has experienced. But Anja has had more a****l experience and even some visits with people who would truly fit the ‘Master/slave’ labeling. That is not her, but she has experienced it as they say, “up close and personal”.

On the way to their ranch in the rural area around Herentals, Anja and Karl fill us in on some information about the Herentals area. Karl tells us that the Antwerp metropolitan region is about a million people but the city itself is about half that. That matches our impression of a large metropolitan area. Very thriving, multi-cultural. Maybe not as much so as Brussels, but still very evident. And like my experience in Rotterdam, Netherlands, very friendly people even to the casual tourist. Herentals is a village by comparison but a nice, comfortable little city. It has a population of about 26,000. Anja is pointing out some of Herentals’ outstanding historical buildings, including the church, town hall and the old city gates; Bovenpoort, the Northern gate, and Zandpoort, the Western gate. Before this trip I didn’t realize how much I enjoyed learning about different places. I guess it took going somewhere that really was different. Anja tells us that the old Eastern and Southern gates were torn down long ago. The advancement of developments and the need for land. In Europe that need appears much more so than our expansive country. But our own cities show the same tendencies to tear down the old, historical for newer and efficient.

Where we are from the ranches are huge land masses. Partly because the land won’t support much more than grazing horses and cattle. This is not that. When Karl stops at their home and we all exit the car, it is lovely. Not our kind of ranch but a nice large land area for their a****ls which appears to be varied by the looks of the pens and barn. I will look forward to discovering more. Now, though, we retrieve our luggage from the car and are heading for the house. Outside and out of the car, we can truly see each other. Karl is about the same height as Tim and similar in size. Karl is ruggedly handsome and confident in his manner but also clearly in love with Anja. Anja is a smaller woman than I am. Maybe slightly older than me (she may not like that comparison, though) and very attractive.

At the door, I am surprised when Karl stops us. Anja quickly strips naked and bends over to pet one of the dogs that runs up to her. I see she has a butt plug inserted. She’s had that inside her this whole time? Their relationship in submission seems to be a bit further along than Tim and I have gone. But this may be because we are here. I am certainly different around others and much different when around another dominant like Mr. R.

And I find that will be the case here as well. Karl looks to Tim, “My house rules?”

Tim says, “As we discussed and agreed, yes.” Well, it is clear Tim has established the limits and boundaries for my submissive role. Tim turns to me, “Michele for this weekend you will remain ‘Michele’ and we will not use ‘Destiny’.” He explains to Karl and Anja what the ‘Destiny’ name is used for. Then he continues to me, “For this weekend, Michele, you will give Karl your same submission as you normally give me.”

I look to each man, my eyes immediately slightly down turned, but still looking them in the eyes. “Yes, Sir. Yes, Sirs.”

Karl instructs me to undress like Anja. As I grab the hem of my sundress and pull it over my head and hand it to Tim, he continues that I will stay naked while at the ranch as is Anja’s custom. Anja hands him a butt plug already lubricated. He hands it to Tim. I look at Tim but I am instructed to bend over and grab my ankles. He works the plug slowly into my ass. It is not an overly large one. I have had much larger in my ass when I think about the dog knot at Mr. R’s estate. And, although anal is not a standard for us, it is also not uncommon somewhere along the way to be required. He then addresses both of us women and states that Anja and I are not allowed to refuse them or the dogs for the weekend. No problem there, if he only knew. Then I wonder. Maybe he does. Perhaps Tim has given very specific information about my conquests of the past. Perhaps they are working up to something new for me this weekend.

Anja and I are in the kitchen getting a quick small dinner ready. Karl and Tim are in the other room talking about the weekend and just catching up on things since our last messages. Anja and I are doing the same. I am used to be naked, even in situations like at Mr. R’s estate where I am the only one. But the butt plug provides an additional reminder of the submission. As we are pulling things together and I am bent over to look into the back of the refrigerator, I feel a cold nose at my butt. I smile and turn around to see one of her dogs. He starts licking me and it feels very good. I glance over and see Anja smiling at me. Remembering what Karl said, I close the refrigerator door and go to my hands and knees. In only a moment this new dog is on my back and pumping at my ass. I slip my hand between my legs as I always do and as Nikki originally instructed me. Despite all the dogs I have fucked since then, there are things that Nikki told me about dogs that have been simply time-honored truths that withstand time and experience.

This dog is clearly experienced in fucking women. And if I recall the messages correctly, more women than just Anja. He is quickly deep inside me and his motion, although very quick and powerful, is controlled and intense. He is certainly a dominating dog. I feel the same power and familiarity as I get from Cody and Mr. R’s dogs. I feel him sliding inside my cunt with greater ease as his pre-cum provides lubrication to offset the additional tightness of having the butt-plug in the next chamber: my asshole. The feeling is delicious. Like being DP’d without the movement in the next hole. But soon I feel the all familiar bumping of his knot at my cunt lips. I see bare feet near me and a hand gently stroking my head as she walks past to get something, continuing to prepare dinner as her guest for the weekend is being fucked by her dog on the kitchen floor. I push back against the knot as the dog is pushing the knot into me. Between our combined efforts, the knot pops into my cunt and I gasp out loudly. Now his cock is that much deeper inside me and the knot is moving back and forth, feeling even bigger and tighter than it really is due to the butt-plug. I feel a hand on my face and open my eyes to see a bare, hairless cunt right in front of me. I grab her by the legs as I am being fiercely fucked now and pull her to my waiting mouth. I have just covered her cunt lips with my lips and mouth when I again gasp out, a gasp totally silenced by my mouth tightly on this tasty cunt. She is dripping and I suck up her juices, just as my own are flooding my cunt with my first orgasm. I cry out as my arms and legs shake, all the while the dog is continuing his insistent pounding of my cunt.

And the cunt on my mouth is rising; I force myself back to the present. The present is only made up of two things right now: a dog cock and knot pounding me from behind; and, a dripping and open cunt being consumed by my mouth. Everything else seems fussy, foggy, and unfocused in my brain. And the cock and knot in my cunt stop, pressed deeply into me, the dog’s muscles and legs pressed into me and tense, shaking. The cock inside is twitching, jerking as he releases his dog cum into my human cunt. And he gives me spurt after spurt after spurt of dog cum. And I call out to him to give it to me. Then I fall back into the cunt and I use a finger to help me, then a second and a third. At the same time I have her clit between my lips and I suck, hard, as though I am trying to suck it into my mouth. I curl my fingers and drive them into her cunt, searching the top of her chamber in front, for that certain place, that nub, that special place … and she jumps under my mouth. I hit it again and again, then as I go for it again, I nip her clit with my teeth and she raises her hips off the floor, pressing into my mouth, pressing her tender lips against my mouth and teeth. She calls out now and somewhere in the fog I sense some rushing, some noise but it can’t be as important as this right now. I feel her go slack and her legs splay out onto the floor. I fall to the floor, well, my front does. My ass end is still attached to the dog who has turned and we are now ass-to-ass. But he’s pulling again, testing the tie and it comes out along with a gush of cum, his and mine. And now I fall the rest of the way to the floor.
I glance and see a naked leg right at my face. I reach out with my head and kiss it and fall back to the floor. Now I know what the noise was before. I hear it distinctly now. Two male voices commenting on the sight before them. “I thought someone was being attacked in here.” “It wasn’t one, it was both.”

Anja and I lifted our heads at exactly the same time, made eye contact with each other and smiled. I dropped my head on her leg and stroked the thigh, touching her wet and open cunt. The only thought currently passing through my mind was, I have been here only a couple hours and we have already shared a ‘collapse to the floor’ orgasm each. My god, this is going to be a weekend!

We pull ourselves together and are intent to get the dinner finished and onto the table when I see it. On the floor, where I had been, is a large puddle of cum. I ask for a rag to clean it up but then hold onto it. Anja says it can go on the clothes washer. I look at her and, “I think maybe I should put it under me at the table.” She looks at me and we both start laughing.

“Yes, a good idea. You are still leaking, see your thighs?”

Sure enough, the cum is still running down the inside of my thighs. I wipe it off with the raga but keep it handy.

As we eat, Anja and I remain naked as we will for the weekend by the sounds of it. We casually talk about the trip so far for me and news from them. I mention their other dog and Karl corrects me that they actually have two other dogs. They now have three dogs. I ask why I hadn’t seen it and Anja said it does not come in the house usually. Things tend to be broken when he is in the house. I just look at her. Karl says I will learn tomorrow. They say that many of his family will be coming over for a BBQ and their neighbor may be coming, also. I look over to Anja questioningly. She confirms that she remains naked around his family. This will certainly be interesting.

After dinner Anja and I clean up the kitchen and the leftover food. As we are the other dog comes into the kitchen and goes to Anja, sniffing her and licking her ass as she does the dishes. I go to her and take over at the sink. She smiles and says, “Thank you, Michele. They know I am here for them, also. They do not care that I might have other things to do.”

“I understand, Anja. I have one of my own back home who is quite the same. But, I only have the one. Of course that changes when Mr. R’s dogs come for their visits.”

Soon, Anja is on the kitchen floor with the dog mounted on her back. I continue with the dishes, carefully moving around her and the dog that is just as fiercely pounding into her as the other one had done to me. Anja is making noise, too. Like my home, she does not have to worry about nosey neighbors and sees no reason to hold back from her enjoyment of man or b**st.

I hear her cry out and look back as I am putting away her salad bowl after having to search every cupboard door. Of course it was almost the last one I checked. But it is just her getting the knot past her cunt opening. She is a smaller woman but she fucks as much as I do. I am sure she is well used to taking all these cocks and the knots of the dogs. I am finished cleaning up and I decide one good deed deserves another. I had been sitting on the counter watching her being mated. I jumped down, sat on the floor in front of her and scooted to her so my cunt was right at her mouth. I took her head and raised it, looking into her eyes and so she could look into mine. I simply said, “One good turn …” And I pulled her face into my cunt. Her mouth immediately opened and her tongue went to work. Behind her she was still being pounded by her dog. But I saw a change and he pushed hard into her, hard enough that her face was pushed harder into me. The dog tensed and Anja came off me momentarily as she sighed and gasped as the dog apparently started coming inside her. I reached forward and grabbed both her breasts, massaged them, squeezed them tightly and then pinched both nipples, hard. She winced. I could see it but she kept eating me. But when I pinched them a second time, her head shot up and bumped into the dog and she cried out and her body went rigid except for muscles in the arms and legs that shook and twitched as she went through her own orgasm. I just watched her as she went through it, rising up on the wave and crashing through it. On the downslide, her breath coming back, she focused her eyes and saw me, smiling at her and she weakly returned the smile. I gently returned her face to my cunt. She would be knotted for a while.

The men heard the noise and came back out to see what the fuss was about this time. Tim remarked this time, “That’s my girl. Never one to miss out on a good licking from human or dog. I trust it is good, dear.”

“Oh, yes, Sir. Very good. I wasn’t sure about Anja. I seemed to recall something about a friend, but there is no doubt. This one is experienced in licking cunt.”

Karl said, “When you two are done, we should talk about tomorrow … and tonight.”

I looked up at that and they were both smiling as they turned to walk out.
When they separated, Anja dropped to the floor like I did. I was about to let the dog outside when I heard her say, “The dogs need to go to the kennel for the night.”

“Point me in the right direction and I will do it.”

“No, not yet. I will have Karl do it. Karl?”

He walked in, “Yes, Anja.”

“Will you take the dogs to the kennel, tonight? Michele offered but I don’t think so tonight.”

“Good idea. Sure. Here boys, let’s go out.”

I waited until he was out and then commented, “When we came and I saw you with the butt-plug and the more submissive attitude at the door, I assumed you guys were much further into the submission than we were, but now I wonder. You guys still share the house thing and help each other. His response was very loving to your request.”

“You are absolutely right, Michele. I suspect we are very much similar. And Tim and Karl. They both love us very much and respect us. But they can sense the things we like and are interested in, willing to be challenged with and they take us there. Things we might otherwise be reluctant to continue on with if left to us.”

“Yes, we are very much the same. Why the butt-plugs, though?”

“Karl really likes anal. Not all the time but he does. This makes it easier on both of us. Also, the dogs sometimes do by accident and this helps. And his brother is another who like anal.”

“Brother?”

“Yes, I am also available to his brother.”

“Anything else I should know before the BBQ tomorrow?”

“Relax, Michele. It won’t be an orgy. Just the family, his family. Some members of my family might die if they knew this stuff. It is mostly just me exposed and touched. Maybe the dogs, though. We’ll see what Karl has to say.”

When Karl returned we followed him into the other room and sat next to our men. Tim put one arm around my neck and began feeling my breast. The other hand went to my thigh which I opened about six inches for him. He pushed them a little and I opened them to about twelve inches. He slipped a finger in and teased my lips.

Karl is similarly playing with Anja. She smiles at me and I at her. They are brazenly feeling us in front of the other couple. Karl starts to describe the planned BBQ tomorrow. The BBQ is in our honor. They had talked some about our coming and after some pressure it was agreed to have the party to introduce their friends from the US. Karl reinforced that it would strictly social except … Anja is always expected to be naked at home and that includes his family, and they are well aware of her submission to the dogs so that is not restricted while his family is here, and his brother also has access to Anja but that is done in private but may occur during the time of the family gathering (it is not a secrete being kept but it is not in view of the others). How any or all of this should affect me should be decided now so there is no awkwardness or misunderstanding tomorrow, he said. Tim agreed and wanted confirmation that the exceptions he stated would be all that would be expected. Karl confirmed.

Tim asks me to join him outside. It was getting cooler at night and he pulled me into his arms for warmth. It also just felt good to be in his arms. “What do you think about tomorrow at the BBQ?”

“Sir?”

“I am asking for your input, Michele.”

“Sir, you know I trust you evaluation and subsequent control of the situation.”

“But this is unexpected. Please?”

“Yes, Sir. The dogs are no problem. Even though it could be in view of the others it is something I have done several times for strangers. The assurance of no interaction except for a touch is well within my limits and bounds. The brother is the wildcard as I see it. Normally, you would have prequalified any potential participants and thus give me your direction. That falls on the safety side. However, clearly Anja feels comfortable with him and shows no distress. Sir, if my comfort is being considered, the brother is acceptable as long as Anja is always with me.”

“Good girl. I agree fully. Michele?”

“Yes, Sir?” I looked up from securely in his arms.

“I missed you so much these last days. I love you so much I feel sometimes like my heart will burst. I hope you know that.”

“I do, Sir. I have never had any doubts.”

“Was that a stupid thing to verbalize to my submissive?”

“I don’t know if it is or not. But, it is why I can be submissive, Sir. I hope you understand that.”

“I have never questioned that nor will I ever forget that. I have always felt that this submission is an expression of our love for each, not our love itself.”

“Well put, Sir. A question: Have you considered the arrangements for tonight?”

“Karl and I have talked of switching partners for the night.”

“Good. I have noticed Anja looking to you with interest and desire, Sir.”

“I am flattered. She is certainly a very desirable woman.”

“Yes, Sir. As I have already experienced. I think it is time for you to experience her as well.”

Back with Anja and Karl, we find them embraced and kissing. I smile. Yes, they play this submission like we do. A commitment that is real and honest but based on their already existing love and devotion to each other. I go to Karl and knee in front of him. This is something I don’t often use in my submissive role but it seems somehow appropriate right now. “Sir, Tim has informed me that you and he will be enjoying the other’s submissive tonight in your beds.” I look at Anja who looks quickly to Tim and lets a smile slip before recovering. I continue, “Sir, may I suggest that your submissive and I clean each other quickly so we are fresh for our new Sirs?”

“An excellent suggestion, Michele.” He lifts Anja up to her feet and playfully swats her ass. “And be sure to clean your dog-cunts.”

I get up and smile at Anja who returns it unabashedly. She grabs my hand and leads me at a trot off to the bathroom and the shower where we play with each other more than cleaning, except for our cunts. But that might have been more playing than cleaning, also.

In the bathroom we remove our plugs and get ready for the men. We tease each other’s hair and apply only a little highlighting makeup. It will soon be dark but we are interested in presenting the initial appearance as we return to the room for them to take us to bed. When we are ready, we hug each other and I say, “Anja, thank you for allowing us to come and visit, for opening your home and life to us. It has already been exciting. You are a beautiful, sexy and erotic woman. Please be gentle with my man.”

She laughs, “Yeah, right. I have seen you in action. I think he can take care of himself. As Karl can. Speaking of which, the reason for the plugs, he likes anal. So expect it tonight and this weekend.”

We walk back to the room with the men and stand before them. Naked, cleaned and ready. Both rise and take us to different rooms. Karl takes my hand while Tim takes Anja’s. I hear their door close just as ours does. I stand before Karl awaiting direction. But receiving none, I step to him and begin unbuttoning his shirt, pull it out of his jeans and pull it over his shoulders and down each arm. I take it and fold it neatly and lay it on one of the chairs by the bed. I then kneel before him and loosen the laces of his shoes, remove them and then his socks. I stuff the socks into his shoes and place them next to the chair. I return to him, kneel before him and loosen the belt, the snap on his jeans and the zipper. I pull his jeans down to his feet and take them off as he lifts one foot and then the other. They are also folded and placed on the chair on top of the shirt. I return to him and touch his crotch, feeling that he is already hardening. I reach up and kiss him on the lips, his chin, his neck and each side of his neck, each ear, his shoulders, his chest, nipples and down his stomach. I now have his briefs in my fingers and slowly pull them over his hips as I continue to kiss my way down. As I have his briefs past his hips I place a kiss on the head of his cock which is now pointing directly at me. I take it into my mouth, still not touching it with my hands. I let his briefs fall to the floor and he steps out of them. I felt around his feet while keeping his cock head in my mouth, find the briefs and toss them in the general direction of the chair.

My attention now is fully on the cock and the body in front of me. I carefully turn him and walking on my knees with his cock still in my mouth, I guide him to the end of the bed. I take my mouth off and push him back onto the bed. He moves to the head and remains on his back. I crawl up, between his legs and on hands and knees take his cock into my mouth, again. I stroke his cock with my mouth and tongue, taking him deeper each time until he is hitting the back of my mouth and then the entry to my throat. I pull up and take only his cock head and suck, I twirl my tongue around it in my mouth and take hold of his balls in my hand and massage them, squeezing them gently. Then I plunge back down so the head enters my throat, up and back down, again and again, until his public hair is tickling my nose. Then, I swallow and cause my throat to constrict around his cock and he tenses and pulls my head off his cock.

“Enough, you wicked woman. You have me cum only in your mouth?”

With a wicked smile I reply, “Oh, no, Sir. Not ONLY in my mouth. But I would certainly like to taste you sometime, Sir.”

Still with my eyes fixed on his and that wicked smile still on my face, I move up his body and straddle his midsection. I remember what Anja has just told me about Karl’s enjoyment of anal and as I hold his cock up vertical and I take him in my cunt, but only to provide some natural lubrication to his cock and after dropping myself onto him several times, I move the head back a little further and sit down covering the head with my asshole. Even with the plug in most of the time since we got here, I have to focus some to push past my sphincter. But, because of the plug it passes much more easily than normal and he is inside me. I gasp as he is suddenly inside me. More satisfying, I hear him gasp out as well. Perhaps not fully paying attention to my movements, he found himself somehow no longer in my wet and open cunt and now in my tight asshole, squeezing him with every micro-inch of my hole. I pushed down repeatedly until he was fully and completely inside me. I was now sitting on his thighs and fully impaled.

I looked down at him and smiled, again. I took his hands and put them to my breasts. “These are yours, also, Sir. Do with me as you wish.” And he began. Perhaps a bit taken aback by my giving of myself so quickly and to his liking without his asking or commanding. I will have to thank Anja for the information. And I regret not giving Anja the same information but Tim is much more traditional and his likes are more vanilla than kinky. I find that if I lean to him for a kiss and tongue, his cock nearly comes out of me. So going back and forth from kissing and tonguing and sitting back up straight provides interesting stimulation for us both. When I see the urgency enter his eyes and his hips trying to rise and pump into me, but my position has been deliberate to essentially pin him to the bed and limit his interaction. One of the few considerations of fucking is how much control a submissive can exert over her Sir given the freedom of the position and I was now exerting that control and it was having the desired effect on this man who was used to presenting a dominating approach to sex. Even if within the framework of their relationship. And since he cannot, I do. I rise up to the top of his cock and drop down to the full length and repeat that action over and over, breaking it up with rotating and grinding my ass into him at the bottom occasionally. When I feel him tense, become even harder in my tight chamber, and jerk the first time, I rise to the top one more time and looking his eyes, his cock pulsing outside me except for the head, I smile and drop down. And his hips rise up, raising me up off the bed and as he does his fingers twist my nipples and that single additional stimulation sends me over the edge, also. I lean forward, now oblivious of his response as my body is quaking and sending shivers throughout my system. I stiffen my arms against his chest to hold myself steady as my asshole clenches around his cock. When I am done, I release my body and move down onto his chest and his arms go around me, pulling me in tight.

I have no idea how long it has been when it occurs to me that only the head of his cock is still in my ass and then it too leaves and falls to his abdomen. And I feel some of his cum leaking out of my asshole, which I know is still gaping. And I am comfortable and then realize with a start that I have dozed off and feeling guilty, I force my eyes open only to discover that the day must also have been long for Karl as he is also sleeping deeply. I lift myself off him and turn the light off and crawl in next to him, wrapping my body over his, taking his soft cock into my hand. It twitches and grows slightly but he is indeed asleep. As I lay there feeling his breathing, I still hear activity in the next bedroom.

* * * CHAPTER 15E: EUROPE: BELGIUM FRIENDS (CONTINUED) will follow * * * Thanks for reading.