2 comments/ 33539 views/ 4 favorites Amsterdamned Ch. 01 By: trixiej On a trip to Amsterdam my ex-husband and I did the whole sex and drugs thing for 4 days solid. On the third night, a Saturday, we went to a seedy-looking sex cinema (promising animals, watersports and young lesbians as I recall). We were going in there to try to get turned on even more I guess – see what was on in there then maybe go and drink some more before returning to the hotel, but it got more interesting than that. There were 4 or 5 screens in this place (a few of which were just large rooms with dining chairs lined up) and we flitted between each of them looking for a cosy corner and a film that didn't look too grim. There were several other women in the place – in couples of course – so I didn't really feel uncomfortable. But we had been smoking pot, munching mushrooms, and, Jeez, it was all a bit of a daze. On one of the higher floors – away from all the nipple clamps and candle wax – we found some quite alluring girl-on-girl action. I can't recall much of it now but it was certainly the first thing I felt like actually watching. We sat at the end of the row, arms around each other, and watched and giggled for a while. Eventually there were a few kisses and hands wandering and a bit of making out. I was wearing a leather-ish skirt with black boots, and Steve's hand was pushing up between my thighs, trying to gauge how wet I was. I opened my legs, of course, and let him in, I was starting to get quite turned on and a few probing fingers were more than welcome. We were kissing nicely as his fingers ran along the outline of my pussy through my lace panties when someone sat next to me on the other side. We stopped in surprise, and Steve's hand moved back down to just above my knee. It was a regular-looking middle-aged guy, he was obviously looking at me as well as the screen – I was dressed pretty good and was a bit of a fox back then, and maybe he wanted to see what me and Steve got up to. Anyway, after a few minutes Steve whispered: "Why don't put your hand on his crotch, start squeezing and rubbing a bit. I'm here to keep an eye on you..." "OK," I smiled and gave him a deep, wish-me-luck kiss before turning to the on-screen action. My left arm had just kind of been resting, at the elbow, on the arm of the chair, and I let my hand flop down into this guy's lap. His surprise was obvious, and I smiled at him as he raised his eyebrows at me. He was already semi-hard at least and I stroked through the denim of his jeans quite lightly, the situation rather than the physical sensation bringing him fully erect. Inevitably, he reached down and unfastened his trousers, rooting his cock out from inside his boxer shorts and letting it stand proud in the open. I remember thinking it was quite a nice cock, a good size too, and I wrapped my left hand around it, squeezing gently. At this point Steve took my right hand and placed it on his own groin, just to show me how turned on he was getting. And that set me off on a mission in much the same way the taxi fuck had earlier that year. I was still squeezing the guy's cock rather than rubbing, but I could hear him moaning beneath his breath. I turned to him slightly, crossing my legs in the seat as I did so and managing to get my skirt riding up a bit to expose more of my thigh. I let go with my left and and reached over with my right – now he knew he was going to get a proper job. With a loose grip at first I started with long slow strokes up and down his cock, occasionally dragging my nails over the end. His eyes were flitting between his throbbing dick in the grip of this petite feminine hand and the brunette right next to him. He'd lost all interest in the lesbo action by now, obviously. His right hand wandered into my seat, trying to push up my skirt, but I moved it and whispered a no-nonsense "No". At that point I was envisaging Steve lending a hand down there. The Man was squirming in his seat as I began to speed up a little, thinking it wouldn't take much to finish him. But, from behind, Steve whispered: "Suck him a little." I was fairly wet and he knew this would make me even worse. And I knew how much this would turn him on. I removed my hand climbed into a kneeling position on my chair, making sure my ass was right in Steve's face. My hands clambered over to the guy next door – whose eyes must have been popping out at this point – and my head slowly moved down towards his eagerly awaiting dick. I noticed across the aisle two guys were jerking furiously as they watched what they hoped would turn into a live sex show. I took the cock with my right hand and began kissing it at first, then licking down the underside to the balls. It's fair to say it wasn't the sweetest smelling tool in the world but I was gagging for something to happen now. I nibbled and licked, breathed heavily over the end – did everything but take the whole thing in my mouth as I endeavoured to tease for a few minutes. My right hand worked the base, gradually taking a firmer grip, and I felt a hand rise up between my thighs and close around my pussy. It squeezed and I opened my legs to allow more room for manoeuvre. The squeezing and gentle rubbing between my legs was making me moan a little. The time now seemed right to drown the cock in front of me inside my mouth, and I lowered on to it slowly, the hot wet enclosure making my new friend gasp out loud. I came back up, leaving as much of a saliva mess as I could, sucking hard on the end when I got back up there. My skirt had been raised up around my waist, exposing my ass to anyone who might have been behind. But I wasn't overly concerned – just eager to see what Steve would do. I felt a tongue licking along the edge of my panties, and a finger probing behind the layer of black lace between my legs, threatening to enter my wet hole. All the while I was jacking the other guy off with my mouth firmly sucking on the end of the cock. He had reached down under me to pull my top and bra up and was gently kneading my breasts. Behind me a hand gently pushed my legs further apart, and I assisted by dropping my right leg off the chair, pushing my foot against the back of the row in front of us. A face immediately hungrily buried itself between my legs while two hands grasped my thighs. I took a minute to look up at the guys jacking off further along the room and then looked at my original victim, who was wide-eyed at my position. A hand behind me was trying pull my panties to one side and get a tongue inside me but the fumbling seemed unfamiliar and when I looked round it wasn't Steve but another middle-aged guy. Steve was now in the row in front watching keenly. I stood and exasperatedly pulled my knickers down, kicking them away with a flourish. I returned to the position I was in, my right hand returning to the cock I had been sucking, and two fingers immediately slid into me. I pushed back against them making it clear I wanted some action. There was no need to work my pussy - I was dripping wet - and after a few moments this guy behind me took them out to replace them with something more substantial. (I found out later Steve had told the guy he could fuck me.) As my mouth returned to the pulsating cock in front of me, another one slid into my pussy from behind. I wasn't expecting it, but it was a nice surprise. I groaned as I felt him push right up to the hilt – he was a decent size – and one of his hands reached round to grope my tits. As he began fucking me so my strokes and sucks became more rhythmical and the guy in front was finding it hard to hold on. Perhaps the added frisson caused by me being fucked tipped him over the edge, but it was only a little while into the sex that he started to cum. As I felt the first drop of pre-cum in my mouth I moved away and leant over him so that his dick was shooting up towards my chest. I dunno why, at the time I just didn't want it on my face. He was gripping the arm of the seat real hard and grunting with each shot, while they guy behind me was picking up some speed having seen one guy satisfied already. His hands were on my hips and as he thrust in he was pushing me up, lifting my knee off the chair. I was quietly groaning into the seat, ready for a big, big, orgasm. I looked up through my messed hair to see an audience of about 7 guys, all jacking themselves as they watched. I looked round to Steve and he was rubbing himself as he leant over the seat to my right. The guy fucking me decided to give my ass a slap and Steve told him no – I hate men doing that – and I took the ensuing pause as an opportunity to move over to Steve. I ended up standing against the back of this seat in front - legs apart, mais oui - and kissing Steve passionately. The big guy got up behind me and re-entered. I turned and told him to fuck me and then went back to Steve, my hands fumbling down to his jeans so I could jack him off and kiss him while I was being nailed from behind. "Are you gonna let him cum in you?" Steve asked breathlessly as my hand wanked him furiously. "Don't think I have much choice now," I panted back. I was being rutted quite hard and deep but had happily positioned my clit against the top of the seat so that every forward push was creating some delightful pressure. Soon the guy started pushing on my back, bending me over more as he neared his own climax. The strokes got slower and more pronounced and as I felt Steve shoot over my hand and the back of the seat that he was facing, I sort of half-came myself – that seems to happen to me when drugs have been involved - squealing in delight and clasping the throbbing dick inside me. The guy cried out, his hands dug into my side and I felt him shoot right into me – it felt like it was going right up into my body. After he'd finished he leant over and whispered a "thank you" - which was nice. I sat down and waited for all the cum to drain out – I couldn't see my knickers anywhere – feeling uncomfortable at all the prying eyes. Steve came back round to sit with me and we kissed and cuddled, looking forward to getting back to our room. As always he had plans, and he arranged to meet man no1 in a bar a little later. Not content with shooting his juice all over my tits and shirt, this guy was going to enjoy a fairly depraved night with me and Steve. There are some things I have still only done with that nice German man... To be continued... Amsterdamned Ch. 02 Steve and I had a few stiff drinks in a nearby bar after the session in the sex cinema, I did my best to freshen up between my legs in an extremely basic ladies' room, then Steve broke it to me that he had told the man who had got a blow job from me half an hour previously to meet us in the next bar along the street. If I didn't want to, fine, we could just enjoy ourselves back at the hotel – but maybe we could play with him? Please? Pretty please? I thought about it briefly. I always wavered between exasperation at Steve's determination to have other men use me, and sheer horny delirium at the prospect of another adventure, and another chance to use my wiles on a poor man. But we were off our faces and so, naturally, it seemed like a great idea. We staggered down the cobbled street to the next bar and found our dirty friend leaning against the bar. Boy, his face lit up when we walked in. He introduced himself as Hans – he was German – and he shook both our hands, and said thank you to me for his earlier release, which was nice of him. He bought us both a drink and we sat down at a table and he began pumping us with questions. He was obviously delighted to have found a couple like us – we were mid-20s, good looking, good figures and he had only ever seen fat middle-aged German people putting out to strangers. He spent a lot of time looking at me. I tried to look detached, but it was kind of difficult with the knowledge that the inside of my top was glued firmly to my chest by wads of his cum. He asked what else we would like to do tonight. He knew a bar where we could have some fun. What kind of bar, we wondered. As he described it I knew there was no chance of resisting. Steve was already counting out some currency for a tip for the waitress. Hans grabbed his coat, Steve grabbed me. Off we went. A short cab ride later and we were there. Hans kindly paid for us to enter and, down some stairs, a fairly cavernous bar opened out before us. It was male-dominated in terms of clientele, reflected by the suspiciously long queue for the men's bathroom, but there were some women. We sat and got a drink, though the guys were obviously wanting to cut to the chase. Hans had not been here before, but he had heard great things about it and had always meant to try it out. And here he was with us. And what a place it was... The bar specialised in glory holes - openings in a wall to facilitate anonymous blow jobs, hand jobs or full sex. The entrances for the men's and women's bathrooms were at opposite ends of the long, crescent-shaped bar. And the exits were similarly at opposite ends, hence the women's exit was right by the men's entrance and vice versa, so as to ensure you did not know who had entered at the same time as you. Cute. We observed for a while, and most women who went into the ladies' room entrance took their partner with them, though there were also a few groups of girls on hen nights looking for some x-rated fun. After a bit more Dutch courage, the three of us went through the ladies' door. There was no queue at this end of the premises and, after walking round a slight bend, there were a series of cubicles facing the right-hand wall, maybe 12 in all, centred on a large circular wash-basin decorated with elaborate mirrors halfway down. As we walked past closed doors we heard the occasional groan, and further down a man's shout as – presumably – he came into some nameless, faceless, shameless woman's mouth. We walked past two open doors and inside each cubicle there were hard cocks poking through a hole against the far wall, just above a basic toilet with its cover down. "Great! You can pee and suck at the same time," I giggled to myself. The men's bathroom was obviously the same shape and format as the ladies but further back in the building, behind the thin, curved wall. Steve asked if we should go into the second empty cubicle we encountered but I said I wanted to explore a little more. An 'older' couple came staggering out of a cubicle further down, giggling and playing something back on a hand-held camcorder. We scampered up and peered round the corner just in time to see a cum-smeared cock withdraw through the hole. A toilet flushed on the other side, a door unlocked and creaked open. Voices. Then the gents' door shut again. Hans and Steve nudged me inside and closed the door behind us. We stood and waited, watching the hole before us with baited breath. Steve drew some tissue paper from the dispenser and wiped the stray cum away from the rim of the hole then lifted the toilet lid and tossed it inside. The sound of the lid closing may have prompted the movement on the other side but, in any case, a cock slid through. Bingo – a nice smooth hard black cock that just kept appearing more and more. He was already nice and hard – maybe he had been teasing himself on the other side to get ready, maybe he had peeked through and seen my body – and at least 9 inches long. The walls didn't seem to be that thick for obvious reasons, maybe two pieces of plasterboard, and it was easy to hear noises on the other side. The guy gyrated, his cock moving about the room in an odd fashion, and he said something in Dutch. Steve and Hans were both looking at me, waiting. I knelt, initially, on the toilet seat, placing my left hand on a small ledge on the wall and reaching out to run the fingers of my right hand along the cock in front of my face. A deep, maybe exaggerated, groan came from beyond the wall as my fingers stroked and scratched the dick, and then some more Dutch. I took a firmer grip and stroked a few times before settling the hand against the hole in the wall and squeezing around the base of the cock. I flicked my tongue lightly over the tip, focusing on his tiny slit. More noises from over there, silent entrancement over here. I kissed down the shaft, as sensually as I could in the circumstances, then licked all the way back up. My 'customer' was groaning in all the right places as I teased with my tongue and teeth, doing my usual of building up to a momentous introduction of the mouth. There was no way I was going to be able to take even half of it in, but I would have fun playing with it. When I finally closed my mouth over the engorged end, I began to stroke up and down on the lower half. I sucked hard and jerked firmly, occasionally taking the dick from my mouth to roll it over my face, letting him feel the contours of me, my nose, my chin. I put it in my hair as I jacked him, I held the end in my eye as my tongue tickled underneath. He seemed to like that. And he wasn't the only one. Hans had his dick out and was openly jacking off as he watched me, fixated. Steve was just staring, trying to concentrate on recording the memory. My knees were beginning to hurt so I switched to sitting on the toilet seat, straddling it and facing the wall, and upped the tempo with my hand and increased the pressure with my mouth. The garbled Dutch from the cock's owner became gradually more frantic and his groaning got louder. Hans shot a load on to his nice black shirt, the black guy shot into my mouth. I pulled him out as the first blast caught in my throat. I coughed and spat it out, the second shot streaking across my hair, the third hitting the flesh showing on my upper chest, the fourth taking a lower trajectory and landing nicely between my legs on the toilet cover as my hand slowed the stroking and squeezing to a natural stop. The moans were long and loud from my customer, I was just mesmerised by the sight before me. A solid black cock in my hand with cum dripping from the end and landing right between my opened thighs while guys to either side of me were seeing to themselves. But it was fun. We exited, and I spent a while trying to sort out my hair while the boys went out and ordered some more drinks. When I was relatively happy I sauntered out into the busy bar – naturally checking out the black guys to try and guess which one had enjoyed me – and found Steve and Hans deep in discussion in corner. A floor show had started, and not a very good one. Four girls in bikinis, and incredibly drunk, were dancing at tables. Every now and then one would climb on to a raised platform in the middle and dance for the whole bar. I had been to lap-dancing clubs before and this was pretty unimpressive. Hans informed us that they would also be in the toilet cubicles now and then when the owners thought the female count too low. Yuk! Steve leant over with a smile on his face. He pointed out that the dancing girls had dragged most of the guys who had been in the queue for the toilet 'facilities' back into the bar. The line was only two deep now! "Go on then," I smiled. "Thanks. I'll tell you all about it." He gave me a peck on the cheek and off he skipped. I sipped at my beer, still scanning the crowd to work out who I had sucked off in there. Hans leant over. "You know you could go back in there and maybe give Steve a surprise. Only he won't know it is you, no?" It was brilliant. I told him so with a big grin. He turned to the men's room entrance, Steve had only just edged through the door. Hans said: "I'm thinking once he's in there he will have to wait outside a cubicle too. If you give it a few minutes then go over there, but it will be tricky to get to the right one, no?" "It's worth a go! What about you? You going to come and watch too or stay here with these sluts?" I winked at him. "I'm glad you asked me," he smiled. I downed my beer. "Come on then!" I led Hans by the hand through the crowd gathered around the drunken dancers, who had now switched to putting on a very effected girl-on-girl routine. We entered just behind three of Scottish girls from one of the hen nights. Oh great, I thought, I could do without that competition. There were plenty of free cubicles as before, with a dick in each. The ones I saw were not Steve's so we passed them by. The three Scottish girls went into one cubicle together carrying a Polaroid camera – it was someone's lucky day. A few other couples wandered in as we waited by the central wash-basin. Any women in the place were obviously bored to tears by the show outside and thought it a good time to try in here. I spontaneously gave Hans a kiss, pulling his head down to mine, my tongue immediately searching into his mouth. He seemed surprised, but he responded and his hands moved to my waist and pulled me close. I could feel he was rock-hard still. I pushed back and looked down at the swelling in his jeans. He followed my gaze and laughed. "I have taken a few pills tonight," he smiled. "As soon as you two agreed to come out with me, I thought I would leave nothing to chance. I want as much fun as possible." "Oh, well, OK," I said, unsure of what to say. "Steve has had one too, just now in the bar." "The little monkey," I giggled. We'd soon see how hard he could get. There was a good five-minute gap before any new doors reopened on our side. Three other couples loitered near us, also waiting, listening to the slurps, the bangs, the groans. The open door down by the entrance obviously contained some sort of hideous cock which no one wanted to touch. I occasionally grabbed Hans' cock through his jeans and gave it a squeeze, giggling as he put on a mock groan each time. One of the other women was watching this, she seemed quite taken with Hans. Two toilets flushed nearby in quick succession, then two doors opened. A flustered old-ish woman came out of one, a young couple out of the other. Hans and I had been stood there first so the other couples held back, waiting for us to choose a door. I skipped between the two, waiting for a new cock to appear. After a few seconds, a long thin penis poked through the door on the left. Not my Steve. "OK, someone else can go there if they want," I said pointing to it. One of the couples entered. Then a familiar piece of flesh slid through the second hole. I started giggling and grabbed Hans, rushing in through the door. The woman behind us said something in German and Hans turned, replying. He whispered behind me: "She said can they come and watch, they've never done anything like this before." I tutted. "OK but explain the situation to them quickly, we can't have any noise that will give us away!" I went and sat on the toilet seat. Somewhere down the row the Scottish girls were screaming in delight – at least I hope it was delight – as Hans ushered the couple in and whispered tersely and quickly to them. The door closed, I kissed Steve on the end of his dick. Hans stood to my right again, the woman next to him. It was the same woman who had been watching me massage his crotch earlier. She was maybe early 50s but in good shape, her husband a little less so but OK for his age. He was stood to my left and shuffled right along to lean against the back wall to get the best view. I began licking the dick, around the end, along the shaft to the base, along the top – and all the time I tried to leave as much saliva on it as I could. I had decided to use my mouth only – one of the things Steve complained about when he'd had a few too many drinks was my over-use of hands in a blow job, so I was going to try to give a dream service. I placed my palms flat on the wall and closed my mouth over his cock, sucking gently at first, building the pressure a few notches before releasing it and using my mouth to explore the rest of the shaft. Then I returned to the head, wrapping my lips around it and slowly taking it into my mouth, increasing the sucking pressure slightly more than before, holding for a few seconds, then going back to the shaft. This time I dragged my upper teeth along his dick and it twitched upwards in response. I was, of course, getting really wet in the knowledge that he thought a stranger was doing this to him. When I returned to the top of his cock this time I began mouth-fucking him. I had my tongue slightly stuck out, extra slippery, as I slid him inside further than before. The tongue slid against the underside while my teeth scraped gently on the upper side as his cock poked at the back of my mouth. I thought I heard him groan. I tried to curb the slurping noises and strained to listen through the wall - but all I could hear this time was Hans' zipper being undone and his trousers fall to the floor. His new peroxide blonde friend sank to her knees to my right and began playing with his perpetual hard-on. As she got busy, I returned my attentions to my husband's tool and quickened the pace of my mouth's movements. I was having to concentrate hard on keeping it to pure sucking as a few times my hand would wander to hold the base of the cock at the opening in the wall. After a few seconds I would realise and had to force myself to remove it, back to its position to the side. Every now and then I would give my mouth a quick break by kissing biting and licking along the shaft for a few seconds before returning my lips to the end and sliding him into me again. Each time I was on shaft duty I would glance sideways to see what my companions were doing. The guy to my left seemed to be flicking attention from me to his wife beyond me, not knowing which show to watch, while she was bobbing up and down on Hans' cock while my German companion's eyes seemed to be fixed on me sucking off Steve. I built the pace of my own bobbing until I didn't think it would go any quicker. I was sucking quite hard in between times and knew Steve wouldn't be far away. To top it all off I was going to swallow, something I hardly ever did – much to his dismay, naturally – but I figured it was another way to disguise myself. I had subconsciously edged closer to the wall, legs wider apart as I straddled the toilet seat, skirt riding further up my thighs. My own wetness, it turned out, was smeared on the toilet cover from my pussy rocking against it, my panties absent, lying somewhere in the darkness of the sex cinema from earlier. I heard a few groans from Steve and then a familiar cry and then - bam. The first bolt hit the back of my throat. I focused on breathing through my nose and let the cum fill up in the back of my mouth. By the fifth shot the discharge was quite small and I made an exaggerated swallow, with his cock still mostly in my mouth, hoping that he would feel the muscle movement and know the slut on the other side of the wall had just taken all of his spunk down her throat. I tightened my mouth around his cock a little more and gave a few more light sucks, squeezing out any remaining drops of seed that hadn't quite made the initial release. Then I slowly drew myself off him, letting my lips drag along his slimy dick and kissing the end when he was out. I glanced at Hans, he smiled back, the blonde hair still bobbing at his crotch. On my other side her husband was watching, his hands deep in pockets and fidgeting with himself. Steve's cock withdrew from sight and I jumped up to move from the hole in case he peered through. As I stood against the wall with the German to my left, wiping my mouth with my wrist, I noticed the smear I had left on the toilet lid, only then remembering I was 'sans panties'. A little embarrassed, I gave a quick wave to Hans to let him know I was racing back to the table to beat Steve. He nodded and I unlocked the door, skipping down the corridor and back into the bar, weaving my way past the re-grown queue for the men's room and landing at our table just a few seconds before Steve. I took a swig of his beer to freshen up my mouth. "Have fun darling?" I asked. "It was OK, not bad at all," he leant over and kissed me on the cheek. "Ranks so much...think we should head back to the hotel and play?" I nodded and smiled, hot inside knowing what I knew – knowing what he didn't. "Where's Hansi?" he looked around. "He went to get some with a German couple I think," I replied. "Let's wait for him," Steve winked. "OK." I tried to sound non-committal, but I was really up for it. As it was, it turned out to be a super idea... for me if not for Steve. Amsterdamned Ch. 03 In the taxi back to the hotel, all three of us were buzzing. Steve was complaining that he felt a bit nauseous, but I didn't think much of it until we got back to the room and really started to complain. I sat on the bed and unzipped my boots, my calves feeling a wave of relief when my bare feet hit the carpet. I switched on the TV, looking for some music to offer background noise. It was about 4am but I for one was feeling fine, maybe even better than fine. In an alleyway by the 'glory' club, Hans had given us some suspicious-looking white powder, the kind that you rub into your gums, and I felt like I could go all night. Steve suddenly bolted into the bathroom and was sick in the toilet. He was doing a lot of groaning, and retching, and it did not sound nice at all. I padded over to the door and asked if I could get him anything. He said no, so I closed the door gently and left him to it. The fresh air had brought out his drunkenness, but it also turned out the fool had taken three of Hans' Viagra-style tablets instead of the recommended one, thinking that would help him stay 'up' all night no matter how much beer and vodka he got through. I flopped back on the bed and asked Hans, who was looking out of the window at the 'view', to raid the mini-bar for us. "Make mine a vodka with something," I said, kicking my heels while flicking through the limited number of TV channels on offer. He sloped across to the fridge, and got down on his knees a little way in front of me, a few yards to the left of the TV, to prepare two drinks. "You want a drink Steve?" he called to the bathroom. Steve replied with another hurl. "That will be no, then." I smiled, I quite liked Hans. And suddenly I liked him enough to screw him here and now, even without Steve in the room. I slowly spread my legs wide apart, exposing a bare - and certainly moist - pussy. I shuffled right to the edge of the bed, ensuring my leatherette skirt rode halfway up my ass as I did so. I leant back slightly, my palms down on the bed, and waited for him to turn round. I could hear Steve spitting and retching and moaning and cursing, so I turned the TV up a little to try and drown him out. When Hans turned and stood with the drinks, he stopped dead in his tracks. I had a quick glance down and was thrilled to see that he was still carrying that sizeable erection around in his pants. "Put the drinks down and get back on your knees," I smiled at him. He did as he was told and crawled up between my legs, all the time looking into my eyes, his lips gradually curling into a knowing smile before he closed his eyes, nuzzled the scent between my legs, took a deep breath of me and wrapped his mouth around my cunt. I was wet as hell, his tongue wasted no time delving inside me and spreading juice over my clit. I could hear him sucking it into his mouth and swallowing it, the all-pervading aroma intoxicating both of us. I pushed his head away and slowly lay back on the bed, a glint in my eye. He was smiling back at me as he stood, his hands already moving to his belt. I lifted my feet up on to the bed, my legs still apart. "God you are beautiful," he said, as he pushed his trousers and boxers to the floor before whipping off his shirt over his head. He clambered over me, leaning over to kiss me as he slid into my hot hole. I groaned into his mouth as he pushed right up to the hilt, his tongue searching slowly around my mouth. I squeezed him as he throbbed inside me and he returned the groan before pushing himself away and looking down between our bodies to watch his cock pull out of my pussy inch by inch. He gasped again as he pushed back in, returning to kiss me while I unbuttoned my shirt. He was being a little too intimate and thoughtful for this stage of a debauched evening. "I don't want soft and slow Hans. I want hard." My legs were wrapped around him and he grunted some sort of acquiescence, suddenly increasing his force. His right hand slid under me and unclipped my bra, I pushed him back so I could slide out of it and my shirt. He looked good pounding me in a half-stood position at the end of the bed. I told him to stay down there, hooking my feet inside his arms and raising them so that he ended up holding my ankles, keeping my legs apart with his hands' firm grip as he fucked me hard. "Faster," I whispered. My clit was throbbing, and I squirmed underneath him maximising the stimulation I got every time he banged me. He let go of my ankles and I lifted them to lock over his shoulders as he lurched forward, arms needing to rest either side of me on the bed. His stomach was slapping the underside of my thighs every time he drilled into me, deeper now with this new angle of attack. I wailed a little, Steve obviously heard between heaves and opened the door to see what was going on. He looked annoyed – because we'd started without him – but as quickly as he appeared returned, hand over mouth, into the bathroom. Hans hadn't noticed, he was full of "oh yeah"s and I was certainly full of him. I gripped his wrists either side of me on the bed as he hammered me into orgasm, my legs stuck between us, toes reaching for the ceiling. We managed a few wanton kisses, all tongue and no technique, before I tensed and – wham – it was a biggie. My nails did some serious damage to his back as I came over and over, his cock still goring me as I shook and screamed beneath him. He slowed down gradually, savouring the slippery sensation of my soaked hole, listening to the wetness between my legs. Then he stopped, panting a little. I realised I hadn't felt him cum, he said he probably wouldn't because he had already five times that night. He slid out, I kissed the end of his cock and said thank you, and we lay on the bed with our drinks. "Is there nothing at all we could do that would make you cum?" I asked with a smile after a little recovery time. Unbelievably, he was still hard and I felt some deep womanly urge to relieve him. "You should take advantage of the fact that I feel so dirty and my husband is out of action." Steve had gone very quiet, asleep in the bath. "It is not necessary for me to cum any more," he said in that typically German way, "but we can play some more if you are in the mood for sure. There may be some things that would get me there." "And what would you like to play with me?" I was expecting my ass to come into play – and was willing at this point – or some sort of weird German feet and watersports combo-fetish. "I could put something sexy on, too, if you like," I said, reaching down to squeeze his dick. "No, that's not necessary. I hope you're not put off by it, but my big thing is to be a voyeur. For instance, I would have been more than happy to be watching you in the cinema, but to be right next to you is a bonus. In the toilet cubicle earlier I only came because I was able to watch you while that woman sucked me – she was not very good you know." "Oh... well do you want to watch me do something here?" "It wouldn't really feel like a voyeur situation would it? It doesn't matter..." I lifted the covers and slid under them, starting to feel a little cold. "Well I'd like to help. I'm up for almost anything," I said with a giggle. "You going to come under here too?" He put his drink down and got off the bed, jumping under the blanket with me and putting an arm round me. I instinctively searched out his hard tool, giving it a few gentle squeezes. "Part of the appeal of the voyeur, it's the intimacy of the moment you share with the person you are watching." "Uh-huh?" I really didn't know what to suggest. "Do you want to watch me bring myself off? With my vibrator maybe?" "Maybe... or are there any fantasies you could share with me?" "Ohhhhhh, you want me to talk dirty?" I said with a chuckle, playfully biting on his earlobe as my hand squeezed his balls under the covers. "Maybe. It's not as simple as that. I think what would really get me off is if you told me something sexy, but something that you had never told anyone else. If you could make me believe I was the only one you'd ever told. A fantasy, sure, or something real-life. Something Steve doesn't know." My hand was subconsciously rubbing him under the covers while I wondered what on earth I could tell him. There was something I had done since we got married, but it wasn't very adventurous or kinky – just plain adulterous. A couple like me and Steve shared all our fantasies, there was nothing left to hide in that respect. All of my most sordid experiences had come with Steve around, and anything worth telling from before I met him – like when I fucked the meter guy and my landlord – I'd shared already. Hans kind of guessed what I was thinking. "No doubt all your fantasies are in the open – you are a very sexual couple." He kissed my forehead, his hand moving to my waist as he rolled over to face me. "Are there no secrets at all? Have you – so sexual a woman – never cheated? That kind of thing if you could tell me in detail..." I lowered my voice to a very low whisper, just in case. "Well yes I did have a sort-of-thing with one of my ex-bosses a few years ago. Steve hated him. I think he suspected – ever since he caught me emailing him on a weekend. But it wasn't wild or anything. Just sex." "But I'd love to hear. There must have been clandestine meetings, or quick fucks in the toilet of a bar, or business trips away and all that?" Our hushed tones beneath the sheets and the TV's continued background noise were enough for me to feel confident Steve couldn't hear, even if he was eavesdropping. But I decided to jump out of bed and run to the bathroom just in case. I opened the door and there he was, curled up in the bath under his coat. Bless. I skipped back to bed, closing the door properly behind me, and slid back under the sheets to Hans' embrace, wrapping a leg around his. "Well – all clear. Erm, there weren't any business trips but yeah there were trips to the toilet." I giggled, then paused for thought. It had been quite easy for me to forget the snatched moments of passion I had enjoyed with Gary with all the stuff I had experienced in the previous four years. The sex had been thrilling because of where and when we did it – and because I was kind of his PA – but it was also boring eventually because even when we did get as far as a hotel room all he wanted to do was nail me hard and passionately, just like we did in an alley or late-night in the office. There was never any variety and I got bored - and then, inevitably, I had to get another job. "Will you tell me about something like that? In detail? Sexy detail?" "Hmmmmm." It was definitely tempting, partly as I was getting aroused myself as the prospect of sharing possibly my darkest secret. I had told no one about what I had done with Gary. There was one particular incident that fitted the bill, mainly because Steve was just yards away in the same house. "There might be something I could share if you promise not to tell a soul and promise you'll bloody well cum when I'm done." I giggled again as my hand remembered there was a stiff cock just inches from my body waiting to be squeezed. "OK, I promise... to both. Close your eyes and go back to that time... Remember it all." He pushed me away, rolled me over so I was curled up, foetal, under the covers. I felt him prop himself up behind me, led inches from my back, the heat from his cock beating on the base of my spine as his own hand moved to massage it. "Go on – when you're ready." I was thinking back to the night, a balmy summer night, trying to piece together extra details to make the story worthwhile for both of us. It was just the sort of naughtiness I used to get up to with Steve when we first met, just the sort of thing he'd love to watch me do through a keyhole – with anyone but Gary. "OK. We were at a party. It was an annual thing at the law firm where Gary and I worked: each year one of the partners would play host for a summer barbecue or party. I had been to the previous year's bash and it was a real laugh – I got to know loads of people having only joined a few months before so it was really good for me. This second one, the partner who was playing host really really wanted me to take Steve along because Steve worked for a music magazine back then and this guy wanted to chew Steve's ear about this band and that. I was already fucking Gary on and off – we'd done it maybe five or six times, plus I'd given him the odd sneaky blow job in the office. And Steve and Gary had already met and Steve hated him for whatever reason – maybe I was the reason." "What were you wearing at this party?" "Hehe. Well we all went straight from work so it was office clothes. I had a white shirt on, a great figure-clinging grey pencil skirt that went down to my calves, my black heels of course. And just regulation white lace underwear before you ask. Gary had his suit on. But it was a hot day. It was July, and we spent the early part of the evening drinking cocktails in this guy's garden. He had this great four-storey town house in a really posh part of London, beautiful it was. "Anyway, we were there for about 7pm. Steve got there probably an hour or two later. Long story short I was already a little tipsy when he got there. But he was fine and he tolerated the idiots pestering him about when he met U2 and all that crap. The night went on and of course as Gary and I drank more so we became more daring. He kept brushing my ass, I kept bending over in his line of vision. At one point I 'accidentally' fell into his lap and got an angry stare thrown my way by Steve. So I looked apologetic, said a "sorry" to Gary as well just for show, and tried to behave myself for the rest of the night." "But you didn't?" "No I didn't." "Do you mind if I ask you to touch yourself while you tell me this bit?" "Erm, no," I chuckled, and slipped my right hand down between my legs. I was wet still, but I wasn't massively turned on as yet. I gently pressed at my clit as Hans urged me to continue. "This house had a bathroom on the first floor, but it also had one on the second floor that we could use if we really had to. The host's two young children had a bedroom on that floor and he understandably did not want them waking so he asked us all to only go up there if it was really necessary. I hadn't felt the need to go all the way up there. But late in the night – people were loud and falling over by then – I was leaning against the banister rail of the first floor landing, waiting for a colleague to finish 'powdering her nose', when Gary appeared behind me and tugged me up the next flight of stairs. I was whispering, 'wait what about Steve?' When we got to the top he turned and told me that the partner was showing Steve his record collection in his study. 'They'll be ages!' he said. "There was no one in the bathroom on this floor, but I was conscious that the kids' door was ajar, maybe letting in light, and I pointed it out to Gary so he wouldn't make any noise. He started kissing me, but I wasn't keen – even though I was drunk. He could tell I wasn't up for it – worried about Steve catching us." Hans slid a hand between my thighs from behind, lifting the top one so that I brought my foot up and spread me open. A couple of his fingers pushed into me and I could feel his other hand's rhythm as he continued to stroke himself. "Go on," he whispered, "tell me what you did. I want to imagine I was watching." I enjoyed his fingers working me, seeking out my G-spot, for a few seconds and then returned to my memory, closing my eyes again while my own fingers went back to their job around my clit. I let out a small moan as our fingers worked together to get me going. He kissed my shoulder and I felt his cock brush my ass cheeks a couple of times as he shifted to get more comfortable. "I remember freezing when I heard the bathroom door on the floor below unlock, and this girl staggered out and down the stairs back to the party, seemingly none the wiser that we were up there. Gary turned down the dimmer switch on the landing, tried to kiss me again, and began feeling me up." "How? Tell me everything." "Oh he was squeezing my tits, a hand no doubt reached round for my ass. I could feel his erection pressed against me. He said he was really horny and he needed to fuck me, and that he knew I wanted to do it too. I told him 'not here'. "And then he turned me round and bent me over the rail, and said, 'It's easy. We'll fuck like this and you can keep lookout.' I heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers. I knew he wouldn't last long if we had a quick hard fuck up here so I sort of resigned myself to it – though I was also beginning to get turned on by the idea. He reached down and began trying to lift my skirt, but I stopped him because I knew this particular skirt was a little too snug for that – and the creases would show up big time afterwards. I pulled down the zip down the side of the skirt and let it fall to the floor. He gave an approving groan and immediately whipped my panties to the floor, bending me back over the rail, his hand pushing my back so I was leaning over and looking straight down the two flights of stairs. "He went on his knees, pushing my legs apart and pushing is face into my crotch. His tongue went straight into me and made a quick detour around my clit before tracing a path back and round and along my ass, right over my hole. He stood and rested his arms either side of mine on the banister, sliding straight into me with a gasp. I made all the right noises to help him along, even though I wasn't totally into it yet, because I wanted him to get it over with. "So he starts fucking me from behind. After a few nibbles on my neck and kisses he returns to stand behind me and holds me on my waist and starts pounding me hard." Hans was begin to pound too, behind me on the bed. I reached round with my left hand to add a few squeezes of my own as he jacked himself off. "I'm stood there, bent over, my legs apart, stood on tiptoes in my black heels, wearing just my shirt, my skirt and panties lying in a pool at our feet, being fucked in silence and semi-darkness by my boss while my husband was somewhere downstairs. It was quite horny and I was starting to get really turned on when, far below, someone began climbing the stairs to the bathroom. It was only one of the secretaries, but I indicated to Gary he should slow down for a second while she passed the bottom of our stair. He stopped, holding himself in me while reaching round to rub me, keep me 'going' I guess. And when the door downstairs clicked shut, he upped the tempo again." Hans' fingers slipped out from between my legs with a slurp. He moved closer, and slid his cock into me once more. He felt bigger than before – maybe I wasn't as aroused as I thought I was but I wasn't complaining. I let out an approving moan – I was in the mood for him and gave his cock a long squeeze with my muscles to welcome him in. "Go on," he whispered as he began fucking me from behind. "Well Gary basically fucked my brains out there and then, lifting me off the floor with his thrusts as I held on to the rail and cumming really suddenly and very hard, leaving me somewhat high and dry. But he pulled out of me and the cum dripped out of me, down below all over the back of my skirt laying on the floor, staining in and meaning I had to sit down for the rest of the night so no one would see. Steve was none the wiser and we got away with it." Hans groaned as he moved in and out of me slowly, I turned me head to kiss him, my left leg now wrapped around his legs. "Tell me some more," he whispered. "Tell me some more times that Steve doesn't know about." I pushed him away and out of me, and rolled him on to his back, working myself down the bed – the covers had long since been kicked away – so that I was lying between his legs, mouth ready to please. I licked his cock slowly, making a point of cleaning my goo from where it had collected at the base. I looked up, licking my lips slowly as I held his gaze. Amsterdamned Ch. 03 "There were quite a few blow jobs," I said quietly, my hand wrapping round his stiff tool and squeezing slowly. "But one in particular is worth telling you about." I started rubbing up and down as I kissed the end. "It was in his office at work, during a lunch hour." I had closed my eyes, I was letting my tongue trace the outline of his dick. "I was under his desk, the door was locked but the blinds were still open." I sucked over the end, he was groaning now. "Gary had lowered his chair, I was crouched under the desk. His trousers were round his knees. But even better than all that, he wanted the complete naughty secretary fantasy." I was jacking faster now, letting the cock rub into my eye now and then as I had earlier in the club, licking and slurping on it at the end of each sentence. With each full stop I took another mouthful of him. "He wanted me to look the part. The clothes were easy but he wanted me in glasses. I didn't wear glasses so he just took some from a desk on another floor. He made me tie my hair up and wear them. "I had to unbutton my white shirt a little. My black skirt was pulled up a bit so he could see my stocking tops. I crouched under the table and sucked him off while he watched people walking by outside his office. I was so turned on." Now I was really jacking him fast, loudly mouthing rather than sucking the end of his cock, all hot breath and drool on it as I talked him through another dark secret. "I was so turned on I started rubbing myself on his shin. Like this." I straddled one of Hans' legs and began rubbing my clit against the bone as I sucked each of his balls in turn, his moans coming faster and louder. "I rode Gary's leg in rhythm with my mouth bobbing on him, until he couldn't stop himself – and he lifted me off. And I pointed his cock at my face and he shot all over that poor girl's spectacles, all over my face, my deep red lipstick all over his cock and his white boxer shorts." Hans was as excited as he'd been since the cinema. I crawled up and straddled him, lowering myself on to him. I gave him a kiss before pushing myself back to sit upright on him, shifting and lifting simultaneously to begin fucking him. I went to a high tempo straight away – I was determined to make him cum, strike while the iron was hot. My hands were resting on his stomach, my feet curled behind his thighs as I rode him. "We fucked in an alley twice. He would lift me on to this big metal thing with all the trash cans in. Push up my skirt, pull my panties to one side, fuck me senseless." Hans was panting now was he watched me writhe on him. "One time Steve was waiting for me in a restaurant and I was fucking my boss in an alley a mile away, being filled with his cum." "Oh God yeah." Hans gripped my hips as I rode him furiously. "And another thing, Hans. Steve doesn't know about us fucking here and now. He doesn't have any idea how much I have got off on fucking you without him here to watch or film or listen in." With that I threw myself on him, biting his neck as I banged him as hard as I could. Within seconds he was crying out, trying to stifle a scream, as his body thrust upwards and he grunted repeatedly. Three or four – fairly unsubstantial as it turned out – shots fired deep into me. I couldn't cum again, but I loved that he had. And I loved the way he had got me to do it. He said "danke". We stayed like that for what seemed an age before I lifted my now tender pussy off him and curled up next to him as he dragged back the sheets. We fell asleep, but when I woke up a few hours later he was gone. I was kind of disappointed there was no phone number or email scrawled anywhere, but there you go. I went to wake up Steve in the bathroom with a morning pee. Boy did that one sting...