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CHAPTER 15C: EUROPE, AMSTERDAM

I wake up the next morning with the early morning light showing through the sheer curtains of the room’s windows. I feel Marie’s leg and arm d****d over me. Her hand lightly cupping my breast. I gently snuggle back into her feeling my naked back against her naked front, her breast pressed into my back. I hug her arm to me and then roll over to kiss her shoulder, her chin, cheek and lips. I slip her over onto her back and kiss her breast, her nipples, sucking them lightly. I lean on my elbow, just watching her, leaning over now and then to kiss her nearest breast and nipple. Then her lips and nose. I see her stir and sleepily react to the attention. I smile at her as she barely opens her eyes, then opens them wider as she sees me watching her.

“What are you doing?”

“Me? Just watching you. Can’t I watch my beautiful lover sleep after such a nice evening with her?”

“Really, Michele? Your lover? With all you are involved in?”

“Marie, yes! Okay, you see me doing this wild stuff … yeah, I guess last night might have been. And other times. Okay. But, what still really gets to me is the quiet times, the sensitive, loving, sharing. Of course I love the wild stuff, being challenged to go further. But the quiet times with you, Tim, Cody, Mr. R or Anthony, yes, I love those times. But you are unique to that list. So, yes, really. You are a lover for me, someone I cherish being with you.”

She rolled into me and kissed me, looked into my eyes and kissed me harder, more passionately. “Then, I want more.” And we begin to lose control. We are in each other’s arms, kissing, tonguing, searching with hands and pinching, tugging with fingers, probing inside pussy or cunt. Yes ‘or’, a matter of attitude; she has a pussy, I have a cunt. She thinks of it as personal, sensitive and delicate; I think of it as available to others, a source of pleasure by giving or receiving, and to be aggressively used. But that is why she is unique in my relationships because with her I am not used, controlled, or having an assumed availability. We have a mutually caring relationship of giving and receiving. Not to say that she couldn’t assume that I am just available for her use if she should so decide because that is after all the general conditions of my life. But she chooses not to relate to me that way and as a result it is different and unique.

I started moving into position to love her up like only another woman can for a woman, but I received a firm push to the shoulders sending me back onto the bed. Marie was smiling above me, “No. Not this time. This morning this is me for you. You are always giving. Just lay there and let me do this for a change.”

And she did, too! Beautifully, wonderfully. She took one leg and then the other and lifted it, bending the knee and laying it out to the side so I was splayed in front of her. I grabbed a pillow and raised my ass to slip the pillow under. “If you’re going to do it, this will help.” She crawled between my legs and kissed her way up my body, spending time at each breast and each nipple, insuring each was a hard nub before moving up to my mouth. We kissed, we tongued each other, and we sucked on each other’s tongues and lips. Our hands roamed over each other’s bodies, breasts and teased, pinched, and pulled on nipples. I groaned my satisfaction and desire. She smiled into my mouth. She broke the kissing and worked her way back down my body, again stopping at my breasts and nipples, especially the nipples. Then continuing down, kissing my stomach and abdomen, to my mound and finally, pleasurably to my lips, teasing my clit. She was earnest, she was deliberate, she was consuming in her devotion to making me cum with her mouth, lips and fingers. She sucked on my clit, nipping it with her teeth and slipping a finger, two, and then three into my needy, greedy cunt. Driving her fingers into me, curling them up, thrusting them, search for the spot that I had hit for her so many times. And when she did, her mouth on my lips except for the finger moving in and out, her tongue going to my clit, I tensed. My legs, stomach and hips went rigid. My hips raised up off the bed and thrust nearly by themselves into her, trying for more, deeper contact. And when I came, it was incredible. Never, never like that by a woman. As my body and legs shook without control, I cried out, moaned, mumbled unintelligibly. As I went over the peak and was sliding down the other side of my orgasm, my body crashed to the bed. My arms splayed out to the sides, my breathing heavy, labored, ragged.

“Marie! Marie … WOW, girl! You are getting so good at that, love.”

“I have had a very good instructor providing me with the best possible ‘hands-on’ instruction. Much more intimate, personal instruction than any one person could deserve. I am happy to be able to return some of it.”

It is still early as we exit the shower, together of course. Still naked I walk to the room phone and call Anthony’s room. He suggests we all meet at Mr. R’s suite and get the schedule for the day defined. He has ordered room service, again.

We meet with Mr. R to discuss the day but he stands and Anthony and Marie look up at him. As they all look to me, I begin to blush, not knowing what is going on. Mr. R steps to me and kisses both of my cheeks and simply says, “Thank you, Michele for last night. It came off even better than I had hoped.”

We discussed the rest of our day. We would all be heading to Amsterdam by taking the intercity train which would leave Rotterdam mid-afternoon. The HighSpeed would get us to Amsterdam in less than an hour. Until then we could use our time touring more of Rotterdam. Mr. R requested we pack our bags prior to leaving and they would be transported to the station and be waiting for us. So, that’s what we did.

Anthony, Marie and I met up again shortly to begin our tour. The hotel suggested we see the Erasmusbridge and the Euromast before we leave. The Erasmusbridge is a bridge that spans the river Maas connecting the downtown center with the south part of Rotterdam and we are told is something of a landmark of the city.

Since none of us have ever been here before and have no better alternative, we follow the advice of the locals. We get a cab to get us to the bridge to save some time. If we have time later, we can wander some of the local little shops on the way back. We are dropped off at the bridge and we are again impressed by the city and the people. It is clean and friendly. That United Nations survey comes back to my mind that this country is the fourth happiest out of the 156 surveyed. The USA was somewhere in the high teens and other European countries like France and UK were in the mid to upper twenties. I was convinced!

As we start walking across the bridge we can see an older bridge that is red in color. The information we were given at the hotel points out the head office of the Unilever Corporation. It is intended to look like a stick that is floating over an older smaller building and the river. It certainly is unique. I am no architect or engineer, but the overhanging structure is impressive. While there we continue to the south side and walk to the old buildings of the Holland-American Line. We discover it is now used as the cruise ship terminal and contains a café and restaurant. We tour the pier and walk to the end where the Hotel New York is located. Then, while in the area of Holland-America, we cross the road to the National Photo Museum. All of this in a short distance easily accessible by walking. We see that this area is also very popular with the locals as a destination spot for family outings. We are concerned about running out of time but we make a quick trip through the exhibits in the new, modern building housing the National Photo Museum. It is also a very striking building. And the exhibit is inspiring. We truly wish we had more time but we are determined to see more of this charming city. I commit to myself to talk to Tim about someday trying to come back and tour this and other European cities more.

I am thoroughly enjoying this. Marie and I are walking often times arm-in-arm like girlfriends out to have some fun. I almost feel sorry for Anthony during those times that he might feel left out. But we quickly break and pull him in between us, each of us taking an arm and hugging him to us as we walk. It also occurs to me that at no point has there been even a hint of sexuality in presentation or expectation of me. This is just three good friends out having a good time together. And that is a treat, too. I have become very comfortable performing whatever I am asked, whether in how I am dressed (or undressed) or to behave. For the occasion to not have that is nice and I relish it with these two. I begin to wonder if that is the reason Mr. R is not here. To allow this to take on an atmosphere of no overt dominance and, therefore, my submissiveness.

We next head for The Euromast on the north side. It is also very interesting. It is a 180 meters tall tower with a restaurant at the 96 meter level where we have a light, quick lunch and get a stunning view of the city. From here we see that the South (south of the river) appears to be older and the downtown center (on the north) is much newer. We learn from talking to the waiter that Rotterdam, like some other major cities especially in Germany, was heavily bombed during World War II. So it got rebuilt and, as a result, became more modern. We have heard so much about the bombings as we grew up studying history and I am sure we all in some way thought about the devastation that must have occurred, but to see the current result showed me the result. The definite difference, old and new. The Euromast was a wonderful chance to see the city in a unique way. We were able to get an excellent view of the surroundings from that height. We then went to the 100 meter level. From there we took the ‘lift’ from the 100 to 180 meter level. This was very stunning! As it lift went up, it turned around the tower mast so you got a full 360 degree view of the city. While just standing there.

It was a thoroughly enjoyable time for us. Clearly Rotterdam had much more to see than we had a chance to enjoy during our very brief stay. Mr. R also indicated that he would have liked to have somehow gotten a tour of the Maasvlakte, which he said is a land mass that was man-made out into the sea to allow more space for industry and harbor use. That is an old development and has been completely filled by industry. They are currently developing another in the same concept. Mr. R being the businessman to the end …

The HighSpeed really is that. None of us had travelled anywhere by train but short distances within the city. This was a new experience. Very high speed, smooth, efficient and comfortable. It seemed in no time we were slowing down and pulling into Amsterdam. It was interesting for us to go by train and see a little more of the landscape and rural areas of the Netherlands. And the distance wasn’t great, but Mr. R still needed to get the plane to the Amsterdam airport for them to use the next day when they were headed to Berlin.

Arriving at the Amsterdam station we were again met by a limo, our luggage gathered and we were whisked off to another very nice hotel located in a very nice area but still not that far from the infamous ‘Red Light District’ of Amsterdam. It was already clear to me that the evening’s adventure was centered there. But first we were gathering for just a little sightseeing on our way to a casual dinner together. Marie had indicated that she didn’t think she was up to attending the clubs and areas inside the Red Light District which was notorious for its blatant sexuality. That of course was exactly why Mr. R was taking me there but we completely understood and supported Marie’s feelings given her past. So the dinner and casual atmosphere was his way to include Marie in part of the evening, then we would all return to the hotel and prepare for the rest of the evening. Marie was going to enjoy the spa as an alternative from Mr. R.

We are all dressed very comfortably, the guys in slacks and shirts. Marie and I are in comfortable skirts and blouses. My skirt is also a comfortable length so the only issue of being without underwear is the movement of my breast under the blouse. But even that is a little minimized since the material is heavy and so less is visible or apparent. Except that I can constantly know I am without bra as my nipples rub against the material and keep them hard and sensitive.

Mr. R has selected a nice sidewalk café that was recommended for the local foods available on the menu and to allow us to sit outside and enjoy a little more of the atmosphere of the area. Along the way we walk through some small parks, read the plaques on statues and learn a little more about their history. Not really much from that source, but more than nothing and enough to pique our curiosity for future reading. We poke our heads into a few small art galleries just out of interest. Arriving at the café we are seated at a table along the outside railing which affords us with an excellent view of the street and passing people. I have always found that people-watching can be very entertaining and pleasurable. But we tend to focus on our table for most of the time. The four of us have become very good friends over the past several visiting opportunities so the conversation is loose and free as we enjoy wine and each other.

Mr. R is as equally relaxed in this setting as Marie or Anthony. Just enjoying the atmosphere, the meal and the company. There is no hint in our conversation or attitude at the moment of the sexual nature of our movement to Amsterdam. And that allows me to relax. And I am a little surprised with that realization. That I am more relaxed and void of sexual implication, concern, or consciousness. Usually with Mr. R in these adventures there is no down time of any significance from the sexuality of my participation and attitude. I am surprised at the difference in my relating to the group without that being a part of our interaction. I am seeing yet another part of Mr. R, Anthony and perhaps even in Marie. But Marie and I already have a different relationship that we easily go back and forth into and out depending on the presence or influence of others.

As dinner is winding down, we decide to go to another café for coffee for a change in scenery. As we are leaving, Anthony asks a passing waiter direction to a good coffee shop that we could walk to. We are directed to a shop and are surprised upon getting into the establishment. This is not want we were expecting and enquire about the shop. The person we are talking to seems confused. Turns out that our asking for a coffee shop quite innocently, means something entirely different here. Here ‘coffeeshop’ is a licensed, legal shop that sells pot and certain recreational d**gs for enjoyment and is quite popular also with the tourists who don’t have the opportunity or easy exposure to it near their home. After recovering from this surprise, we find a café for our coffee. We laugh about the encounter and our lack of knowledge about the differences in the cultures.

As the sun is setting, we all walk back to the hotel and follow Mr. R to his suite to discuss the rest of the evening. Marie follows out of curiosity only since she has chosen not to share in the rest of the evening. Inside his suite Mr. R indicates that he has an evening of exposure and sexuality planned for me. Anthony will be at my elbow or nearby at all times for my protection. The events are not planned but will be spur of the moment which is a little out of character for the activities we have been involved in previously. But, Tim has gone out into the same direction on occasional, also. The time on the motorcycle and into the quick shop, the activities in the public parks, on the beaches on the island and the dance club were all activities and locations that were driven by spontaneous reactions once the activities began and the area they were occurring in were uncontrolled. So, with Anthony’s presence I felt secure and I expressed that to Mr. R. I told him I trusted that the activities would be within my limits. The result of it not, of course, would be that Mr. R would lose active control of my submissive activities.

He identifies the plan for the evening. We will start the evening by going to a lounge with a sidewalk patio where I will be exposed to the other patrons and those walking by. This won’t be overtly blatant, but will be effective in showing me. He describes the outfit he wants for me and it is quite exposing. A short full skirt that is about twelve inches long in total with a slit over the right leg that nearly goes to the waist band. The top is to be filmy or nearly sheer, loose fitting and buttoned with the bottom just coming to the top of the skirt. He knows I have this outfit in my luggage. Of course, no underwear so my breasts will be moving freely under the loose filmy blouse and my bottom will be nearly exposed since the skirt reaches below my ass cheeks by inches. Then, after some drinks and ‘fun’, we will move into the Red Light District where the exposure of me will become more explicit and more acceptable. There will be sexuality quite evident and quite public in this region. Our ultimate goal will be several live sex theaters which are famous in Amsterdam and popular with locals and tourists. The guys will be dressed nicely. We separate to get ready and rejoin in the lobby in forty-five minutes.

Marie and I had chosen to once again share a room so we walk together from Mr. R’s. On the way she is quiet. Inside our room she turns to me and kisses me, “I don’t want to delay you, Michele. I know the timeline to be ready but I want to know you are good with this.”

I smile at her and kiss her back. “Marie, you are acting like a nervous lover watching me going into a situation YOU are not comfortable with. Yes, my Marie, I love you for your concern. But, please, believe me and trust in the situation. You, of all people, know Mr. R and Anthony. I do, too. Yes, each activity seems to be going a little bit further, a little bit more erotic, a little bit more challenging. But remember that my limits are still being honored. And submissiveness without challenge isn’t the same excitement for the one controlling me or for me. Remember that I get as much out of this as Tim or Mr. R. Maybe more in reality. My sexual needs are stimulated and primed by this activity, this submission of myself into these activities. When I return tonight, I hope you allow me to finish the evening with you … that is … if you are interested.”

“Interested? I wish I could keep you right here tonight. But have no concern. I will ‘leave the light on for you’ so to speak. If I have dozed off, please wake me up. The schedule will allow us to sleep late tomorrow morning.”

With that she helped me dress for my evening. As I got the clothes out of my luggage, she got the shower turned on and warmed. I stripped and entered the bathroom to find her standing under the water naked, her arms stretched out to me. I smile at her, “Okay. But just a little. It would not be appropriate for me to be late.”

She gives me a pouting look, “Not fair. A woman is supposed to be a little late …”

“But that is to show the man who is really in control. In my role that has been established and it is not me.”

She kisses me again. Passionately this time, her hands moving over my body. She turns me so my back is to her and she says into my ear, “You stay right there and let me wash you. I will get a little fun that way, at least.” The next thing I feel is her breasts pushed into my back and her hands with soap sliding up and down my front. She spends an awful lot of time making sure my breasts and nipples are washed … Her hand slides down further and finds my crotch and soaps me up there too.

And as she does, I just lean back against her, “Oh, Marie, you are so good to me. Why don’t you move in with Tim and me?”

“As appealing as that might sound, my dear, I have a pretty good thing going with Carlos at his estate.”

“Yes, you do. I don’t blame you. But I don’t get to see you enough.”

“Okay, we’ll work on that. I would think two horny women such as ourselves can manipulate opportunities.”

In the bedroom with the clothes laid out Marie is again questioning me. I tell her to stop fussing and to help me with my hair. I am running out of time and I definitely do not want to keep Mr. R waiting. That would disappoint Tim, I am sure. My hair is blown into shape quickly. We agree that the ‘wild mane’ look with my long hair in combination with the erotic clothes will be a very ‘heads turning’ look. Then going to the bed she hands me my thigh high stockings which I rolled up. It occurs to me at that moment that the tops of the stocking will likely be visible under this skirt. She holds up the skirt as if to ask, this is all? I stand and take it and step into it, fasten the button at the side. We both look at the slit up the right leg in front. Standing still the slit closes and is mostly hidden unless you are looking for it which we are. I take a step forward with my right leg and the slit opens and completely reveals my leg right to the waist band. I guess I remembered wrong. It wasn’t nearly to the waist band, it was to the waist band. Marie asks me to walk to the door and return so she can see the full effect. She confirms that even walking the fifteen feet, only the leg is exposed. Even without underwear I am not exposed in front. She then has me turn and bend to touch my foot. I can feel the skirt in back rise. She confirms I am totally exposed but walking I am not. But, I am also correct that the stocking tops are clearly visible. All this time I have been topless. She hands me the blouse which I button up and she unbuttons it so the top is open to a point directly between my breasts. I turn to the mirror and we both look. Wow, my darker nipples are evident through the filmy material.

Marie than attaches a string of pearls around my neck as I attach earrings. I step into my high heels. I take a deep breath and Marie turns me and gives me a hug feeling her naked body against me. I check the clock on the nightstand. I have five minutes to get downstairs. I kiss her and turn to the door and walk out. No purse, no watch.

While descending in the elevator, it stops on a floor and two older gentlemen get on. I am standing very straight, feet together and appearing distracted but comfortable. The men are not hiding their interest in my appearance very well. At the lobby level they stand back to allow me to exit first and when I step into the lobby it is only moments for every male head to turn in my direction. Several women are giving me an irritated look but more are smiling as I walk up to Mr. R and Anthony and give each a kiss on the mouth making sure to put my arms around their necks so my skirt will rise a bit in back. Anthony notices as I kiss Mr. R and he whispers to me as I hug him, “You know what your skirt is doing don’t you?”

I just smile at him and take an arm from each. We walk to the patio lounge he had identified and we are seated with me facing into the patio crowd and also down the sidewalk. As I sit at the small glass top table it is clear that my skirt has parted and my right leg is totally exposed. Our drinks arrive and I sip my white wine. Mr. R asks me to shift about 30 degree to the left to be turned more toward the sidewalk. He then directs me to cross my left leg over my right. I look into his eyes and he is holding back a smirk. I return with a smile and do as requested. This action, of course, causes the split in the skirt to allow both legs to be exposed, but with my legs crossed I am not yet exposing more. With the skirt now parted in my lap, he directs me to uncross my legs. Now the skirt is still parted across both legs but the ‘v’ at the top of my legs is now visible. As a group of young men are approach in front of me, Mr. R directs me to open my legs and reach for my drink. It appears all innocent that my legs accidently open as a result of shifting to reach. Anthony witnesses the result on me (“beautiful”) and the effect on the young men as they bump into each other trying to gain a better position for viewing. I put on an act of shyly looking up to them as if to ask, what just happened? They continue on their way now that they have drawn attention to themselves. Mr. R has his fun in this manner through another glass and he decides it is time to move on.

We stop at an intersection when Mr. R feels a good breeze coming across us. He says, “Michele, keep your hands at waist level and do not touch your skirt regardless of what happens.”

I knew something was about to happen and as I turned the corner and followed, it was completely obvious immediately. I felt the wind hit my legs and pull at my hair and I felt my skirt flutter. As I walked I felt the wind on my ass and crotch and I was afraid to look but look I did. I saw my skirt flying up and down. Only a guess because from my angle it was difficult to know for sure but I was estimating that a third of the time my skirt was above my ass which naturally would be exposing not only my naked ass but my bare, hairless cunt, also. Thank goodness we were in the Red Light District where everyone is expecting nudity and sexuality to be evident and available. None-the-less I was not one of the prostitutes or the women put on display to advertise the contents of the various show houses, strip clubs, etc. But with Mr. R right in front of me and Anthony beside me, I did relax and once again put my faith in them. And, once again, they did not let me down.

In reflection I have considered how disconcerting it is to put yourself in someone else’s hands like this. There may be some women who really are needing someone to fully direct them. I suppose there are men who are equally dependent psychologically. But I am not. This is a thrill to give myself over to someone. I suppose it is that conflict that makes it so thrilling, exciting to actually do it. But, it is also the reason for the clear understanding of my limits, my boundaries of behavior and, of course, the careful selection of who I give myself to. Very restrictive. Mr. R is still something of high thrill because he is not Tim and the commitment Tim and I have is far beyond this activity. I feel that way about Mr. R and taking this risk with him on this trip is, I suppose, the ultimate test of our relationship. I have wondered deep in my heart if this was a stupid ‘test’ to undertake, taken to another continent without Tim, totally at the mercy of him during that time. But, also deep in my heart, I did not believe it was stupid. I did have that trust in him.

But, here I was, on another continent, in a city known for sexual expression, walking down a crowded sidewalk with my skirt flying up to my waist and nearly naked. My heart was beating rapidly and my cunt was wet. This was an incredible turn-on and, yes, part of that turn-on was the nerves being tested. We stopped outside a window with a naked woman on the other side. We watched and watched the people watching. And, yes, I felt a hand on my left ass cheek, Anthony was on my right. Someone had the nerve to take advantage, but it was gentle, tentative, and brief. I moved to Anthony and mentioned it but assuring him I was okay. I didn’t want the atmosphere affected. But he moved me in front of him. Yes, Anthony was my protector. Is it any wonder I shower sexual energy on him whenever I get a chance!

We’ve been walking around, exposing me primarily, and getting a sense of the District and the energy from the establishments and the people mingling voyeuristically around the establishments and each other. Most are working up the nerve to take the next step and enter one of the clubs or shows. Many others just came for the excitement of the area, truly voyeuristic. But I know our time in the District is definitely not going to be limited to voyeur activities or to expose me only for the voyeur pleasures of others. No, I have no illusions on that point. The intent of our little group is much, much more involved in the stimulations available here. And I know that will be coming very soon as it is getting later and we need a drink. The energy is seeping into me and both Mr. R and Anthony can see and feel that in my interactions with them as I become more clinging, affectionate, pawing, rubbing my breasts and ass into them. Mr. R has unbuttoned another so that the first button is now below my breasts. Those to the side of me can frequently get good views of my breast now.

Mr. R comes to me on the sidewalk and stands in front of me, very close. He kisses my mouth. I sigh into his mouth. Anthony comes up behind me, trapping me there. I feel Anthony’s hardness pressing into my ass. Whether my skirt is up or down is not affecting the sensation. I feel him, I press back into him. Mr. R is in front and puts a hand between my legs. I spread them only six inches more but it is enough for him to gain better access. He rubs up and down my lips, presses on my clit, slips a finger, just one, into me. I gasp, right there on the sidewalk in front of a sex club with a naked woman in the window enticing visitors to enter … and I am being fingered. I have no idea if others around us know, I don’t care, I have been building this energy for some time now and I groan and sigh heavily.

Mr. R quietly, but not a whisper, says, “Anthony, our Destiny is needy. She is dripping wet and open. I think we should find a show to tease her with further.”

He is not talking to me! He is talking to Anthony. I am only their toy. They are deciding, I am just along, there for them, not myself. I shiver with the realization and sigh deeper at the touching under that realization of my place tonight. God, what is in store for me tonight? And he unbuttoned my blouse until there was only one remaining, the one just below my breasts. Then he pulled the waist of my skirt up a couple more inches. He raised my chin to look into his eyes and there was lust there and I shuddered against them. He turned me to Anthony, “What do you see in her eyes, Anthony?”

“Lust. Pure. Yes, she is ready.” I shuddered again, but I knew they were right. I felt it, too. Or, maybe, that was a psychological response to them stating it, giving me the condition they wanted. But it didn’t matter, did it? Whether it was previously or was now because of the suggestion. I was now. I felt the lust, the need, the desire to satisfy and be satisfied.

Mr. R turned me slightly to look across the street and I saw a club. He said to us both, “The Casa Rosso. It will be our first stop.” The Casa Rosso was a live sex show club. Its advertising was sufficiently blatant to feed me as we walked across the street and up to the door. I was somewhat aware of a cover charge but Anthony was taking charge of that as Mr. R held me from behind and fed me suggestive comments about the club as the visuals became more apparent. As Anthony passed us we followed into the club itself. It immediately became obvious what this club was. Live sex shows of men and women together, women and their toys. A nearly naked hostess met us and led us to a table near the main elevated stage. There were other smaller stages with women performing stripteases and playing with dildo, nipple clips, anal beads. I sudden felt so innocent (I know, I almost laughed myself at the thought), I was so unaware of such places and such blatant, in-you-face graphic demonstrations of sexuality. My own arousal jumped two levels and I wondered what might be in front of us at the main stage given what I could see on the smaller ones.

Someone had ordered drinks. I was given, not asked, not offered, but given. I sipped and it was straight up bourbon which I like and everyone knows. In most activities I drink wine to allow it to sneak up on me. Bourbon I like for the immediate effect and the taste, it sets the mood for more graphic, intense play. Both the taste and effect it has. I sipped several times before putting the glass on the table. A woman came out and walked around the stage to blasting music. Although dressed it was minimal and I saw it was not much different than mine except she clearly wore underwear. More to tease in taking off I suppose.

Both Mr. R and Anthony have moved the table away from us and moved their chairs right next to mine. My legs are crossed, but Anthony changes that quickly and spreads my legs so my knees are about 12 inches apart. Facing the stage. The woman sees and smiles at me, looking at the two men with me. She slowly grinds to the music, unbuttoning her blouse, seeing mine is now also unbuttoned completely which I cannot remember happening. She moves around the stage, dropping the blouse, then moving to her skirt. When she gets back to us, she turns so her back is to us, looks over her shoulder at me, I know she is, we make eye contact and I am dripping more. Her eyes drop to my cunt and I nearly gush. She slowly bends at the waist, legs straight and pushes her skirt off her hips and lets it drop to the floor of the stage. She is wearing a thong, a small thong, the string buried in her ass crack. She straights and kicks the skirt to the side and moves around the stage again. I see her reach behind her back to the snaps of her bra.

Mr. R leans into me his hand now on my thigh, high up, near my cunt. He says, “Are you enjoying this, Destiny?”

“Mr. R … I … ohhhh, yesssss … I … might cum just watching … the way she looks at me …”

“Very good, Destiny. You are to release yourself, feel everything, your inhibitions are to be dropped. But you are to remain her with us. If that is to change, I will direct it. Is that understood, Destiny?”

God! Just the use of ‘Destiny’ in the situation is stepping me up another level. The woman drops the bra and looks over her should at me from across the stage. “Yes Sir! I understand. So, if I … if I … if I get there without moving … if I need to cum … and orgasm … oh, god … without moving … I can cum …?”

“No, Destiny. Not ‘can’. You will. You will orgasm, loudly if possible.”

“Yes, Sir. Sir, will you touch me? Please?”

“No, Destiny. This is visual only for now. You will have to release yourself if you want to cum and I want you to cum, Destiny.”

I continued to watch, Anthony offered me my drink, again. I sipped several times but put it down as the woman returned to us. She stopped and looked at me as she squatted in front of us and spread her knees wide and at that moment both Mr. R and Anthony in unison pulled my knees apart exposing me to her. She smiled at me, stood and turned her back but continuing to look at me until it was over her shoulder. Then she again bent forward at the waist, legs straight and was looking at me from between her legs. Hypnotized by her eyes I almost missed that her hands were at the waist of her thong and she was slowly lowering it over her hips, stopping at cunt lever before taking them off and down her long legs. She wiggle her ass back and forth in front of us before standing and kick her thong into the stage. She turned and spread her legs watching me, I saw her lower her gaze to my open cunt. She raised her eyes and it wasn’t a smile, it was hunger. She dropped into a squat in front of us, her knees far apart, her cunt open and wet. I leaned forward and I felt a hand on my shoulder holding me back. The woman smiled now at the reaction. Her job is to titillate and arouse, she accomplished that but I felt there was more involved, also. Every time she passed during her routine, there was direct contact of our eyes.

She moved into toy playing and ended with a session on a vibrating machine with a dildo attached to it. She appeared to cum at the end. It was real enough for me and as she gasped and groaned we made eye contact again. And I felt her release as I did myself. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Without being touched, just visually stimulated with the close contact of Mr. R and Anthony next to me and exposure of my body and the awareness of a room full of strangers, I orgasmed. I slumped in my chair, now supported by Anthony so I would stay in the chair, I shook, shivered, moaned and groaned but my eyes never left the woman on stage. As my orgasm eased, I had closed my eyes, absorbed by the intensity of what had happened. I felt Anthony, then Mr. R kiss my forehead and each whispered, “Beautiful”.

When I opened my eyes I saw I was slumped with my skirt at my waist, my blouse was fully open. For all practical purposes, I was naked in this room full of strangers and I had just cum and I saw many people watching me. I pulled myself together but was restrained from buttoning my blouse but I could pull it back over my breasts and I lowered my skirt but I was sitting on the chair with my bare butt still. Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement and then Anthony got up and took another chair. The woman from the stage sat down next to me. Now she was right next to me and a hand immediately on my thigh. Mr. R offered her a drink which she accepted. We all toasted her performance and she giggled and said it was better than most. She leaned in as though to share something in confidence and we all found ourselves joining her by leaning in. She quietly shared, “That truly was better than most. I suppose you might imagine that performing like that night after night, numerous times a night that the sexual reaction is dulled and it becomes mundane. I, as all the performers, have become quite skilled at faking orgasms. She slipped her hand up my thigh to the edge of my skirt and looked up at Mr. R for approval, not to me. He gave it and I spread my legs a little more as her fingers found my lips.

She continued, “Thank you, Sir. I could tell early on that she was more than a horny woman hooked up with a couple guys. Whether by intention or accident you are in one of the most open and comfortable establishments for women. As you can see by the number of women here with their partners. We try to make the performance interesting for the women as well as for the men. But I saw something different at your table. And as I got into the performance and made eye contact and check you two men for reaction, it became clearer. You spread her legs for me. You opened her blouse.” She kissed me on the mouth with her finger now inside me. “I know you climaxed when you thought I was. I want you to know that I truly did have a wonderful, marvelous orgasm just now. It was wonderful. And I thank you my dear. And I thank you gentlemen for giving me the experience of your … what?”

Mr. R replies, “This is Destiny, she is our submissive. We are here on holiday and some business. Now I wish we had more time. I think I would enjoy seeing you two together.”

“As I would, also. Perhaps you will return and we can try, again.”

She took her fingers from my cunt and brought them to my mouth, my other lips. I sucked on them without needing encouragement. She smiled. She returned her fingers to my cunt and sucked them herself. Her only comment was, “Hmmmmm.” And she left to make her rounds.

The next act is beginning. A narrow bed is brought out on stage followed by a naked man and woman. The woman sits on the bed and the man stands in front of her as she begins fondling and sucking his cock. The bed starts to rotate which provides everyone a view of the action from various viewpoints. They are soon on the bed fucking missionary position and moving into positions with her on all fours and then her on top before they ‘climax’. But now I am not so sure about that. Also, I find I am preoccupied by the memory of the other performer, the woman who made me cum by watching her.

As if Mr. R senses it, it is time for us to leave in search of our next destination. Standing, I push my skirt down but I am refrained from buttoning any of the buttons on my blouse. It hangs open so I have to be very conscious of my walking to keep it from flying open fully while we exit the building. Outside, however, it is still windy. Not only is my skirt up now, but my blouse is blown behind me, fully exposing my breasts. Even in this place I am attracting a lot of attention but, again, Mr. R is clearing a path and Anthony is a deterrent that nobody tries messing with.

Mr. R only walks a few blocks and again crosses the street to a club. I gaze at the building we are clearly headed for. A gust of wind comes down this street and again my blouse is blown behind me, but my eyes are focused on the neon sign ahead, not the people around us watching me. Because ahead is a neon banana above the door to the club. The sign identifies the club as Bananenbar which I am told means ‘Banana Bar’ in English. Banana Bar, okay … But getting closer, this is not an out of place bar in the center of the Red Light District. This is also an erotic show bar. Again, I walk in with Mr. R gazing at the sights of this different world than where I come from. Anthony is taking care of the charges as suddenly we are greeted and taken to a table with a good view of the area and the strip tease stages. I suddenly see why the banana reference in the name. This bar I am quickly told by Mr. R specializes in live erotic shows by the waitresses for an additional charge using vibrators, oil, and yes, bananas. There isn’t much imagination required as to how the bananas are used by the women in their shows. Two tables away a waitress accepts some money and she gets a banana that she immediately begins employing on her nearly naked body that becomes completely naked.

All of it is very hot and once again I find a straight up bourbon in front of me which I quickly take and drain a quarter of it. I shake my head as it slides down my throat with a bit of a bite and definite heat. It hits my head quickly and I am hotter still. The waitress who brought the drinks is standing directly in front of me and I am wondering why because she is blocking my view, but she reaches out and moves my blouse to each side, fully exposing my breasts. She leans in and kisses me on the lips and caresses my breast, whispering, “How would you like me to entertain you? This gentleman has paid for me. Banana, dildo, I could use oil on myself and masturbate that way …”

I stammer, I have never been in a situation like this with a woman ready to entertain me for arousal. Especially when money is being exchanged for the purpose. Suddenly, I think of Marie and I am very relieved that she is not here. For her sake and it would certainly inhibit my enjoyment. I say banana. That seems so cliché, so silly, but as a result very erotic. I wonder if she will eat it later. I wonder if I will.

She doesn’t have much on to begin with but she is quickly naked. She uncrosses my legs and pushes my knees apart, stepping between them. She pulls a chair up behind her that she leans back against allowing her to open her legs and tilt her hips forward, more fully exposing herself. She is so close, so intimate and yet we are in a crowed bar room with other tables close by. I notice that most of these patrons are male, very few female but the entertainment is somehow more graphic and in-your-face. There isn’t much pretense here. It is exactly what it is. Period.
The woman isn’t the prettiest I have seen. But the atmosphere is so blatant that who knows really. Your senses are fixed on the blatant presentation and everything else is affected by that look. But she applies a little oil to the unpeeled banana and slowly works into her cunt. If mine is a ‘cunt’ in my view because of availability and use, hers definitely is. She works it in and out. I reach for my drink, I need it. I take another quarter of the glass and I feel her free hand on the back of my head and she is pulling me forward. I go with it and find her bare stomach at my face. I kiss her skin and lick her. I can taste the saltiness of sweat on her skin. She releases me and I lower my head and look closer at the banana going in and out. She releases the banana, still inserted in her. I look up and she smiles at me. I have forgotten everyone else around me, all the eyes that must be intent on her, on me, on the two of us now connecting. Except Mr. R, I look back to him and he nods. I look back to the woman’s face and she nods and mouths ‘please’. I take the end of the banana with my forefinger and thumb and push it in further. I release it, take a better hold of it and pull it nearly all the way out and push it back in. Over and over. I lower my head more to look closer, seeing her cunt lips being pulled out as I pull the banana out.

I feel her hand on the top of my head pushing me from her. I realize I am disappointed. Frustrated I quickly grab my drink and drain it. I look back at her and see her peeling the banana. I have not seen any of the other waitresses doing this. I look at Mr. R and then Anthony. They both shrug but smile at me. My attention is brought back to the woman by a soft touch to my cheek. I look up and she has a look of need and desire. I look for the banana and see she hasn’t eaten it but find it insert again in her cunt, about half way in. I look back to her and she again nods and mouths, ‘please’. I shift in my chair, pushing it back, and leaning forward knowing my ass is exposed, my unbuttoned blouse hangs down and open. I take the end of the banana in between my lips and then bite down. I pull back and chew and swallow. I look at her, is that it? Or … do we continue? Clearly she wants me to continue. She opens her legs further and rotates her hips to present herself more fully to me. I get on my knees between her legs and take another bite, chewing and swallowing without looking, without moving away. I grab onto the banana with my teeth and pull more out and bite again. I am not sure how much is left so I push my mouth into her and grabs the banana and pull out carefully and bite. There is still more. I put my mouth completely over the banana and mouth her cunt, I pull back slightly and lick her clit. I hear her moan. I take the last of the banana but keep my mouth against her, chewing the banana and mouthing her sex. I push my tongue inside and for the first time use my fingers and pinch her clit. If feel her shudder and moan. She pulls my face to her cunt and I suck on her opening.

When I feel her grip on my head slack I pull away and take my seat with the assistance of Anthony who pulls my chair back to me. I know my face is wet from her. To make it more apparent I look at her and run my tongue around my mouth and sigh. She leans in and kisses me again. She says, “I am supposed to be entertaining you. Thank you. That was amazing. If you worked here the rest of us would be lonely.”

I hold her in front of me, “If I worked her, you and I would have more of that. You wouldn’t be lonely.”

We giggled. But she stood, put on her few clothes and it was then that I recognized the applause I was hearing was for us as she recognized the crowd but pulled me up beside her and raised my arm in the air and at the same time pulled my blouse open further. That generated another round of applause.

With that she lean down to say something to Mr. R who replied and she left but was back almost immediately with another round of drinks. Anthony repositioned the table and they both brought their chairs in close to mine. Mr. R says, “She said the drinks are on the house. We can stay all night with free drinks if we want.”

“Sir, please. I cannot keep drinking this. You will be carrying me out of here and that would be a disappointment to all of us I would assume. I am sure you have more planned, Sir?”

“Yes, Destiny, I do have more planned. Don’t worry, this will be the last. Relax for a little bit and then we are off to the last club.”

One more place but I was sure it was getting quite late already. Time sure seems to pass when I get into these activities. As we sit and watch the action around us and the women dancing naked, I am getting fingered and felt by both men. I glance around and notice that I am one of the few women in attendance in the audience. And they are getting mauled by their apparent partners, also. I request to use the restroom and Anthony gets up to escort me. It is a good thing, too. The drinking is heavy in this place and the show I put on gave several men more courage than they should have had. Anthony put them against walls or into chairs with ease but enough force to keep them away. Leaving the women’s room I find Anthony right at the door waiting. Out walk back to the table was without incident. Nothing like a former black ops Army Ranger to make an impression.

We are on our way now to what he said was our last stop. Mr. R has me button a couple of buttons which I find interesting given the amount he has been showing me off so far. Now both men are next to me as we walk a few more blocks. We take a corner and as we pass some men on the sidewalk that is getting increasingly less populated, I get nervous. I feel Anthony getting closer to me and then move slight in front as we approach. His movement and demeanor must make an impression as the men move to the side. Mr. R checks his smart phone and swears. We are very close but I can tell he is nervous. He looks around and checks his phone and the directions indicated on the map using the GPS for guidance to the address. He point across the street. It is not obvious like the other clubs but there are people going in and out. Then I can see the door with a very large man outside it checking people going in. We walk up and Mr. R has a few words with him and he lets us in. Again, Anthony takes care of the cover and other charges. We are led to a table near the only stage in the center of the room.

This time Mr. R orders a white wine for me which I appreciate. I sip it and look around the room. There isn’t much happening at the moment and there are some women at the tables, but mostly it is men. I lean to Mr. R, “Sir, what kind of place is this?”

“This, Destiny, is an a****l live sex show. These aren’t as easy to find as they might have been once but my connections came through, again.”

Then the audience lights dim and the stage lights came up. An MC came out and welcomed the audience to “another amazing act of sexual deviance”. I was wondering what I was in for now. Then a woman, already naked, came out onto the stage leading a large German Shepard. Dog sex? Anthony leaned to me and repeated, “Sexual deviance.” I slapped his arm but we were both laughing at the implication of one of my favorite sexual activities being call ‘deviant’.

The woman took the leash and clipped it to something in the floor of the stage, I suppose so the dog couldn’t leave. I giggle and whisper to Mr. R, “Our dogs wouldn’t want to leave me once they see me naked.”

He responded, “No, they certainly would not. But you are a true dog-lover, Destiny. Not an entertainer who is doing it because she is paid.”

I wonder about that as I watch the woman begin. Even the dogs last night were eager and attentive and I couldn’t use all the skill I had developed. I wondered what this woman would show. Was she a dog-lover or someone willing to be fucked by whatever because of money? We were about to find out.

The woman got onto her hands and knees and seemed to just wait. Perhaps the dogs normally just take over and the women are just their bitches. But the dog sniffs her and licks a few times but doesn’t do anything. He walks around and I see the need for the anchored leash. I hear the woman exclaim something in Dutch.

I ask out loud, not really to anyone, “What’s the problem? Why isn’t he more interested? Why doesn’t she do something?”

A middle aged man at the next table says, “I am sorry to intrude on your group, but this happens.” Since he was sitting alone, Mr. R invites him to our table so we can talk better. Mr. R has his drink refreshed and asks him what he means. “The dogs … they have a few but later in the evening they have all fucked. The women have all been fucked. So sometimes, later in the evening like now, it takes the dogs some time to get interested, again. It is sad, especially that we sit and have to wait for nature to takes its course, but there are not many places left that specialize in a****l live sex.”

Mr. R continues the inquiry, “I am trying to understand the issue here. We are not from here, obviously, but I was told this was the best a****l live sex show in Amsterdam.”

“It is! Live a****l sex has diminished. Only a few are allowed and they don’t draw. Maybe it is because of this …”

“I noticed you said ‘a****l’ and not ‘dog’. So they have other a****ls?”

“Oh, yes! But they seem to go fast earlier in the evening with large crowds and all the a****ls are used up quickly. Besides dogs of various breeds, they use small donkeys, eels, snakes, and occasionally a pig. Small enough a****ls for the stage.”

“But all have been used. So we wait for something to happen?”

“I am sorry, but yes. I do not mean to intrude or offend or be too personal, but … may I enquire your interest in this type of show?” As he asked that he watched me, even though he spoke to Mr. R.

Mr. R looked to me and then to Anthony. He finally said, “Sir, you have been very kind to give us this information. How many people leave at this stage of the evening in frustration and what does the management do to try to affect the outcome?”

“Sir, I can tell you are a smart man. Probably used to directing people to solve problems and even directing their course of action if necessary. To answer your inquiry, a lot of people will start leaving. And, nothing. The management will do nothing. The women are paid to take sex. I do not think they particularly enjoy the activity.”

“Interesting.”

“How so?”

“The problem is not difficult. I suspect it only requires a little motivation of the dog.”

“Motivation?”

“Yes, motivation. You seem to be familiar with this place. Do you know the manager?”

“Not personally, but I know who he is. See that man at the bar watching with the silly tie? That is him.”

I watched Mr. R get up and walk to the back and to the bar. My immediate thought was ‘Shit. I am not sure I like where this is going’.

I looked to Anthony and he must have caught my apprehension. He said, “Easy. Take a few deep breaths. If it is necessary, you have done similar.”

Mr. R returned with the manager. They stood in front of me. I swallowed and grabbed Anthony’s hand. He squeezed it. I heard Mr. R saying, “This woman will solve your problem and keep you audience in their chairs. It takes a real dog-lover. Not a woman who will fuck something because she is paid to. Look at that woman. She is obediently waiting but is doing nothing to make the situation better for your establishment.”

The manager looked at me and then at Mr. R, “She can do that?”

“No question about it.”

I breathed in deeply and squeezed Anthony’s hand, again. I stood up before them. Interesting that nobody was objecting to our standing up … there was nothing happening on the stage. I walked around the table and stood in front of Mr. R. “Sir, is there some way that I can be service in this matter? Sir, you have only to direct me, as you know.”

The manager’s mouth dropped. Mr. R noticed, too. He smiled at me. “Destiny, this sorry excuse of a manager needs assistance to save his club tonight.” He looks to Anthony, “Anthony, I need you to accompany Destiny and insure she is not in danger from the dog or anyone else.” Returning his attention to me, “Destiny, you are to do whatever is necessary to have that dog fuck you on that stage.”

I have come close to this at his estate, giving demonstrations, but not like this. Not in front of a large audience. But I respond as required, “Sir, I will not disappoint you.”

The manager is still open mouthed but Anthony gets up and helps me to the stage and as we do the crowd send up a noise of talking. Undoubted speculating about what is happening. The woman on the stage is surprised to see us walking to her. The manager yells to her to get off the stage. She throws her hands up but does leave. As she walks past, she doesn’t really seem all that upset. Anthony leads the way and goes directly to the dog and pets it. He comes back to me and says, “He seems friendly enough. He licked my hand. How do you want to do this?”

“I’m not an entertainer. Okay, tell the manager to put on some soft rock, maybe Journey or Air Supply. Then, how are you at dancing?”

“Not.”

“Okay. I’ll dance around you. As I pass, grab me and undo a button, then the next, then pull my blouse off a shoulder then the other, then off. Unbutton my skirt, slip it down, then off. Then as I continue to move, unleash the dog. I will be dancing around it. Then it is me. You just make sure this dog doesn’t over react to me or anyone else.”

He walked to the edge of the stage and talked to the manager who ran off. Soon the speakers were giving us Journey. I put my arms around Anthony and I knew my ass was beginning to show. I push my ass out further which raised my skirt more. I moved around Anthony and as we planned I was soon naked on stage, caressing and pawing Anthony. When I moved away and circled the dog, Anthony undid his leash. The dog seemed interested. He followed me with his eyes. I sunk to my knees and then to my hands and I crawled like that to the dog. I put my face to his snout. I licked him and the audience sent out a murmur that was audible. I repeated it and the dog then responded with his own lick. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and he responded, again. And the audience was quiet now. Stunned by the change in venue.

I stood and put his head to my cunt. He licked me, then licked me again. I sank down again and petted him. Stroking him, running my hands down his back and sides. Then along his underside, to his stomach and then gently grazing his sheath. He flinched but stayed at the same time. I kissed his mouth again and he licked me on the mouth. I petted his side and moved down his body. I felt him tense as I approached his sheath. But he didn’t move. I use my hand to stroke him. His cock tip came out and I continued. I lowered my head and kissed the tip and took it into my mouth. The crowd as a group gasped in unison. I pushed the dog to lay down. On his side now, I raised a leg and engulfed his emerging cock into my mouth. In minutes he was out with five inches but I continued. He began to hump my mouth and again the audience gasped. I gave his cock another kiss and then moved into position on all fours. The dog scrambled to his feet and sniffed my cunt. I felt his breath on me. Then he licked me and continued. He was licking me with energy and intent. I wiggled my ass and patted it, encouraging him to mount. He backed away and I patted my ass again. He came to me and jumped up and mounted me. I slipped my hand between my legs and guided him in. It probably appeared to the audience that he just penetrated me.

I looked over to Mr. R and he was smiling. A pleased, proud smile. I felt the dog’s cock in me now and I held onto his rear leg so his energy wouldn’t pull himself out of me. When I felt him growing inside, getting longer and fuller, I released his leg. He was into it now and he had his bitch. Soon I felt his knot and I groaned out my pleasure at that. Anthony, ever attentive, came and raised the dog’s tail to show the knot pushing at me. I was aware of movement and focusing saw that many people had come to the edge of the stage to witness the knotting. I pushed back and moaned, I pleaded for the dog to get his knot inside me and everything was quiet but for the music and the dog and I panting. I cried out when the knot penetrated me and I came, hard, stimulated, magnified by the presence of a large audience. My legs shook and quivered and my arms gave out and I sank to the stage floor. My ass trapped by the dog’s cock and knot. And then he slammed into me, tensed and growled. I felt his spurts into me, filling me. He may have already cum but he was definitely filling me.

I sighed as he slowed and his spurting changed to leaking additional cum into me. I let him turn. Despite my personal preference to feel a dog on my back while tied, I let him turn. For the audience. And sure enough, there was another collective gasp. The dog pulled and we didn’t separate. He pulled harder and he pulled me slightly on the floor and stopped. And again, and this time the audience clapped. Clapped? But they did. I started rocking on the knot, in and out. Pulling, rising, dropping, pushing. And the occasional hits to my g-spot kept me close. When the dog pulled again and I moved in various direction, I came again. I shuddered and cried out my peaking orgasm and the crowd went completely quiet. I had come twice on this dog. When he pulled out of me, I gush of cum came out of my gaping cunt.

It was quiet and I fell to the floor, spent. Then the crowd started with a clap and then applause. I was receiving applause from fucking a dog!

Anthony came to me and helped me up. He hugged me and whispered, “You seem to be a hit. If you ever need a job …” I look up and smile at him. “But that was amazing, Michele. I have seen you do a lot of things, but that was amazing!”

I reached up and put my arms around him and kissed him. I then went to the dog laying nearby licking his cock clean. I looked over at Mr. R and gave him a nasty smile. I knelt down and pushed the dog’s head away and took his cock into my mouth and sucked him dry. As I stood up, the crowd was completely silent, again. Anthony took my arm and led me around the stage. As I did, I could feel the dog cum running down the inside of my thighs. And the murmured comments I heard as I passed people indicated that they saw it, too.


* * * CHAPTER 15D: EUROPE; BELGIUM FRIENDS will follow * * * Thanks for reading.

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