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Slechts Groot - 2
by Thexxxee (thexxxee@terpsi.org)
***
The second part of a three part offering, where a
beautiful American woman continues working at the most
famous Amsterdam brothel of the 1960s and 1970s
(Aardbei), and, therefore, is directly associated with
and works for the most secret brothel of the time and
area (Slechts Groot). (MMF, exh, oral, anal, intr, sm,
size)
***
Slechts Groot
(translation: "Only The Large")
PART 2
Prelude:
The sixth and seventh decade of the twentieth century
was a time of true sexual revolution. Not just a phrase
in cultural jokes, it was documented by every
conceivable source, from the street tabloids, famous
men's magazines, radio, television, and horrified
pulpits, to the academic testing and juried scientific
publishing of the era. Jaimie's own first week at the
Aardbei Club was one example of that revolution. Even
though extreme in her case, the freedom of choice, sex
as a casual form of communication, an adaptive
marriage, and experimentation were all characteristics
in common with the larger general movement.
Aardbei allowed Jaimie, and Dave, to trip through
sexual fantasies within its famously controlled
environment. Her expectations about those fantasies,
however, were not unrealistic. The decision to try
prostitution in this special time period and in this
special place, did not ignore the full range of
positive to negative outcomes.
Even when she was a teenager, and first analyzed her
own 'far out' fantasy about being a professional, she
wondered if she could control or at least adapt to such
daily variance. Her decision then and now was that the
odds of good versus bad experiences were no different
than with any other daily activity. Of course, the
Aardbei daily activity was high volume and all sexual.
Story (continued from part one)
By the third week at Aardbei, it was obvious that the
job was doing much more than just lengthen their stay
in Amsterdam. Those first weeks allowed Jaimie to
adjust to the club's night hours. She knew that Kees
could surprise her; however, during all her weeks of
regular hours, he had not produced a list of customers
anything like her 'introduction' list. Yet, he did
continue to take direct personal control of her
schedule. So Jaimie decided that first weekend had
really been a test of both her original decision and
her physical stamina. Rather than a military boot camp,
it had been a sort of sexual 'penis camp'.
Kees had personally supervised no other girl past the
first week or two. His extra interest in the successful
start of this American was duly noted by the other
working girls. But with the way Aardbei was set up,
that notation was not in reference to anything like
competition, rather, the interest was viewed only as a
curiosity. Long before that third week, Jaimie already
had her own sort of routine at Aardbei. She would walk
herself over to the club, usually well before the 9:00
PM start of her shift. Dave would escort her home at
2:00 AM. In between those hours, she would usually see
eight to ten men, as many as twelve on a weekend night.
Coming from the 'free' love background, Jaimie
appreciated that the non-negotiable sex at Aardbei
allowed her to pursue a more natural sex. She knew that
she was paid well. Given that, she could pursue the
sexual expertise. She knew that she would have never
taken any such position, as it was defined in the
States. She would have hated the bartering, where every
move is priced.
Even with an 'average guy' list at Aardbei, the penises
were consistently two inches longer than Dave and
almost one inch wider. That was now a standard for
Jaimie. From the very first weekend, Jaimie and Dave
had stayed in close communication about the job and its
effects. The fact that she was wanted by, then fucked
by, so many men was still a queer turn on for Dave. He
really got off on having a wife who generated a lot of
lust. His male response was and is fairly normal. Pride
in thy wife That part, where all the strange lusting
guys get to follow through by fucking the daylights out
of the wife, is probably where most American husbands
would balk.
That most men were bigger than Dave? That Jaimie was
being stretched, as would be any prostitute with such
good business? That was just more of a 'mental
spanking' turn on. The sexual tease that Jaimie played
on Dave, after her first day of work, was based upon
what she knew he wanted to hear. 'Those big bad men'
were really assaulting his lovely wife and 'leaving
their mark'. That same 'loyal' wife would even come
home and tell him tales of those nasty men having gone
places he had never gone, having done things that he
had never done and, generally, just besting the Hell
out of him. He absolutely loved it all Sick boy. And
she, in turn, loved him.
Jaimie considered herself on a fact finding mission.
She was using this beginner time period to learn all
about the variations of men's personalities, builds
and, of course, penises. She was hoping to intertwine
what she learned, so that she might become known for
even more than her looks. It was her own high standard
for what others considered a simplistic duty. She began
to take her sexual performance as seriously as she
would have taken a dance performance. And her
compulsion to do it right was not directly linked to
her income. Though, Jaimie would admit that there were
hours during the weekdays where the clientele were a
little scarce for everyone, and that it would not hurt
to have a few more guys directed her way.
But the fact finding on penis type alone was gathering
a lot of information. She was continuously amazed at
the differences. With, without foreskin, shafts that
were straight or curved in any direction, big heads,
sharp heads, dark color, light color, two tone, three
tone, more tones, and the entire ranges of thickness
and length. The size and output of balls had become
very noteworthy for her. In the short time that she had
been sampling, she learned that the average cum output
was about a teaspoon. But, then, she also learned that
nature can do some strange things. Just as a woman
might be blessed or cursed, according to viewpoint,
with 50 DDD breasts, she found men who nature had
deemed cum factories. It was part of the duty or fun,
again according to viewpoint, that being with one of
those guys was, well, a mess.
She, at first, considered it a duty to deal with the
extra amount of cum. Then she began to be entertained
by the production, and started getting some reward from
either seeing or feeling the high volume. Finally, just
as in her high school and college days, she began to be
a real cheerleader. That is, she would cheer them on,
trying to get the maximum amount of spurts, as she
either used her pussy, mouth or hand to assist. Of
course, she even admitted to herself that her cheering
was limited to vibrating 'ummmmmms' when she was caught
doing oral. But the guys seemed to appreciate that
response as well as any.
Her own sexual rewards? They were very important to
Jaimie. She was determined, that, if she had to spend
many hours working in a famous brothel, she was going
to have as much fun doing it as she could. She never
gave up the hope for a cum to be done in synch with the
guy. And she was pleasantly surprised that, at least
with Aardbei members, such a mutual cum was frequent.
Of course, there were always times of male failure. If
that had happened to 'you', 'you' would have wanted it
to happen with Jaimie; for, she was always considerate,
as positive as one could be, and presented the man with
much hope for a 'next time'. Her personal rewards were
the more intense and more frequent orgasms that the
bigger penis sizes created.
Though nothing like the first weekend had occurred,
there were moderately large ones, on the order of
around 9 inches and fat. With that size, she could work
out very well, and usually found that she obtained
multiple orgasms with any man who had such equipment.
Jaimie told Dave that she had two steady fellows at
work; that meant they came to fuck her almost every day
that she was on duty. Sometimes they dropped over
several times during a shift. Both of them were the 9
inch long and over 2.25 inches wide caliber. They were
inside Jaimie, deeper, more frequently, and for longer
periods of time than her own husband could be.
Thinking bigger, she had looked forward to Arend, Mr.
Doorknob, returning and was unhappy when she heard that
he and his family had gone on vacation. She, at least,
was given a good reason why he did not return quickly
to continue working on her. She smiled when her own
thoughts came up with the 'continue working on me'.
About such feelings, she was always honest with Dave,
just as he asked her to be. Just as she had told Dave
about the steady fellows, she would tell him of the
'longer', the 'thicker' and the 'much better' orgasms.
It all still seemed to get him going and help produce
their own sex. She still liked sex with her husband,
primarily because he was her buddy. It was the
proverbial 'icing on the cake' when she could share her
work experiences with such an interested spouse. But he
had not asked for a special total, and she intended to
not bring the number up on her own.
The tally of 'superior fucks' was what she did not
mention, primarily because it had become an
overwhelming number. And she did not want to test
Dave's limits. But since he had her keeping track of
stats in general, she did carry the 'excellent' tally
in her head. In only the three weeks of work, she had
found 31 men, who performed at an entirely different
level than her husband did. In order that each be one
of the 31, she had to cum much longer, much stronger
and much more often with that man. So, up to that
point, 31 new men, along with 7 men back in the States,
had a better mating connection with Jaimie than Dave
could ever hope for.
Her night shift allowed her to see the larger crowds,
the strange associated culture of sex and many other
curious events. For one, since she worked similar shift
assignments, she met Angie frequently during the week.
Sometimes, Jaimie would be between fucks and get to
catch the 10 PM stage show. Angie was the girl most
frequently fucked by the two black men. But there was a
rotation, and Jaimie did see an Isabel and a Patty 'get
it'.
Those two were certainly used anytime Angie was off
duty. Otherwise, it always seemed to be Angie who got
the most intense fucking by the guys. They disappeared
into her immediately, hit her very hard, and
essentially made Angie appear as if two bottomless pits
had been created by the 'night after night' action. So,
though she may have been around the same 64 inch height
as Jaimie, Angie could still be called a 'big girl' by
her clientele. With all the kinks flying around the
place, instead of that physical fact disqualifying
Angie from adoration, it actually seemed to increase
it, and helped her create her own worshiping entourage.
During those first weeks, Jaimie was also introduced to
some very strong hashish. Angie had her smoke a little
one night, and Jaimie went on to love the effect all
the rest of the evening. It made even the little guys
feel great to her. It made big guys ripple all kinds of
unexplainably strong feelings from her pussy to her
finger tips. She easily obtained some hashish to share
with Dave, as well as to supply herself at work, just
in case Angie wasn't around.
The transition from the third to the fourth week was
eventful. Dave received news that he was admitted to
business grad school at UNC. He had not been expecting
to actually make it. But there it was, acceptance. And
he needed to go back to the States and use the summer
to prepare for the start of school in August. The news
made the staging of the couple's return very complex.
Since Dave did not qualify for any monetary assistance,
he would need a great deal of money to pursue the grad
school program. It was obvious to both Dave and Jaimie
that they had stumbled into the proverbial 'gold mine'
at Aardbei.
Since Jaimie's very first day on the job, the income
had been many times what they really needed. And it was
more than any grad degree would ever earn. All during
the last few weeks, the couple had discussed what to do
with the surplus. They had plans of paying off debt
back in the States, getting a new car perhaps, or even
getting a house.
In 'dollars' of the time period, Jaimie was doing
extremely well. When the adventure started, all the
little dream uses were to have been realized or expire
within a restricted time period. There were early
rules, like 'another four weeks maximum, then we
leave'. Such rules seemed to no longer apply, now that
the grad school costs entered into the equation. Dave
was tempted to let Jaimie stay 'just a little bit
longer'. That would certainly pack away the money. In a
short period of time, Jaimie might even be able to pay
off everything that would be incurred during all the
years of grad school. So, they discussed the
possibilities at length.
It was decided that Dave would leave immediately, in
order to set plans in motion. Registration, tuition,
off campus housing, etc. would be difficult projects,
and require time. Jaimie was extremely agreeable, and
set herself up as the 'beyond comprehension' dutiful
wife; not many husbands agreed to pimp out their wife
in order to go to grad school. And it was so amazing
that Jaimie was able to continue her truthfulness right
up to the time that Dave boarded the plane. She let him
know that she would try to have a very good time while
they were apart. In fact, she let Dave know that she
rather looked forward to continuing her 'whore' project
for a while, and that she was getting rewards out of
the experience that she never had expected.
Dave finally became a little insecure."You still my
buddy? And will be? No matter how 'fucked up' you get?"
Though truly concerned, he could not help but laugh
while delivering that last question.
"Oh, you never need to ask that Of course I am and will
be your buddy. We have so much going besides the
sexploits. You know that. But, I do promise to bring
home some more nasty stories to tell you, perhaps late
in the evenings, between studies." A wicked smile
accompanied that last sentence.
Her pledge was happily received, then Dave packed, and
caught his plane for the States that same evening. In
the few days between being notified of his grad school
acceptance, the application of their new plans, and
then Dave leaving, Jaimie had told Kees that she was
staying.
He understood that the couple had plans back in the
States. But, that, for a while, she could put in more
hours at Aardbei. Kees and Jaimie agreed that she would
maintain the same hours, but cycle three days on and
one day off. Even the usually stoic Dutch Kees appeared
very happy with the prospect. Any time he could hire a
prize like Jaimie, it made points with the members and
increased membership renewals; and then, their reports
to their friends generated new memberships. The full
time use of Jaimie was a blessing to Kees.
The success of the brothel was the highest priority.
With that goal in mind, Kees hoped to take advantage of
Jaimie's new isolation. Since her first few days on the
job, he had wanted to expand her use and amplify her
notoriety within the club. With Dave gone, and Jaimie
focused on his club, he felt that he had the big
chance. Kees immediately began thinking of how to make
smooth and very legitimate excuses for extending her
service. Before Jaimie worked her very first three day
sequence, he had already started one plan in motion.
For Jaimie's third night of work, he had arranged for
Angie to have a standard night off, for Isabel to be
out of the city and for Patty to be ill. That
eliminated the three girls who, at least in recent
history, had ever performed the 10 PM double
penetration show.
On that third work day, Kees met Jaimie as she came out
of one of the little fuck rooms at 9:45 PM. He appeared
frantic. He told her that Angie and Isabel were off,
that Patty was to have done the show, but that she had
called in sick just 45 minutes ago. Kees pleaded with
Jaimie to do the stage show, which was only 15 minutes
away. With her in a state of startle, and her mouth
open, with no sounds coming out of it, he quickly
reminded her that the double fuck paid a separate 288
dollars.
After weighing her likes, dislikes, the need for money
and her momentary bravery, she said that she thought
that she might be able to survive one show with the two
men. Kees feigned an over appreciation of her decision.
The act was delivered with excellent technique, and
grounded upon his experience as the ultimate pimp.
The fact that Kees scheduled all this to happen just
before her day off was another non-accident. Which gets
us back to Jaimie's assessment of what was going to
happen to her. She suddenly began to remember Angie's
descriptions of what it was like to be pummeled by the
two giant African penises - sort of equivalent to two
black logs being shoved in and out of her. Angie had
said something about the first time being a long
distance stretch. No ordinary pussy could stretch like
what was required without 'some tears'. Angie had gone
on to specify that these two very endowed men were a
couple of the first major contributors to her big ass
and big pussy. Though she did indicate that some sub
nights at Slechts Groot finished her up; whatever that
meant?
Jaimie was mad at herself for not remembering the
details of Angie's report before she said yes to Kees.
Jaimie rarely cursed, but about ten minutes before the
show she was muttering wonderful little phrases like
'Aw, shit', 'Damn', 'I'm gonna be sorry '.
Then, she switched back to her game personality, for
she knew that she both needed to and really wanted to
make the best of it. She brightened up a little,
thinking of how she had told everyone that she liked
large penises. Then she just as quickly crashed,
thinking 'yeah, but not this large. And not two of the
too big ones all at once'. She went to the dressing
room and smoked a little chip of hash that was worth
only two tokes. Jaimie was trying to calm down, as well
as radically change the sensory input from her pussy.
She could hear the music change to a funky fuck tune,
raise in volume, and send bass notes thumping through
the wall. In Jaimie's mind, the powerful thumps were
overwhelming indicators of what was going to happen to
her pussy and ass.
Show Time
In her full frizz dressy hairdo, and wearing only a
pair of stiletto black heels, she entered the lounge.
The nearest customers and girls gave her a little
applause, just to encourage her to continue her trek to
the stage. Some of the girls, those few who really knew
Jaimie, threw out cheers like, 'God, you're braver than
I could ever be ', 'Why'd you tell him you'd do this?',
'Remember to breath ', and 'Honey, I'll take some ice
pops out the fridge, and have'em ready for you.'.
Jaimie continued to the stage, in spite of such
greetings. On the stage, the two black men had not
waited. They had removed their own robes, and had
already jacked themselves to full size.
'Why do they look much bigger now, as compared to when
I see them going in and out of Angie?' The club members
and staff were all whistling and staggering their
applause as Jaimie walked the 40 feet to the stage.
Kees had all the lights turned on, with all the
spotlights aimed at the mattress.
The walk had looked like the xxx version of a Miss
America pageant. But this winner was to be rewarded by
a DP of huge black penises, rather than with the usual
little crown. Still, this was a real beauty going to
the stage. Everyone there got excited to see anyone new
try these two guys; but some members had fantasized
many times about Jaimie being the one up on stage. Kees
had made it a point to invite Aardbei and Slechts Groot
members who got intense rewards from voyeuristic
activities, and their presence proved his premeditation
over the last few days. The extra attendance also made
Aardbei more than a little crowded.
Kees got on microphone back behind the counter and
introduced 'Utumi' [11 inches] and 'Batuu' [12 inches]
and 'our little Jaimie'.
Utumi and Batuu both reached out for Jaimie's hands,
helped her up the small rise, took those little hands
of hers and placed them directly on their penises. She
began stroking both as they all spun around so that
Jaimie was finally facing the crowd. She looked great
that night. Great hair, tight body, those great dancer
legs, which she used well during the spin around, and a
bright smile.
Oral had never been a part of the act, and she left it
out, hoping to get through the 25 or so minutes of
intense fucking that Angie normally went through. She
concentrated on stroking and getting lube for everyone.
She stroked more onto their shafts, as Utumi and Batuu
poked some into Jaimie's pussy and ass. Jaimie motioned
to Batuu and indicated 'a lot please ' He smiled,
nodded and went back to the jar for seconds.
The music was being turned back up very loud by Kees,
as all three got their second or third coating. And
Jaimie thought, well, this is it. She motioned for
Utumi to sit on the mattress and face the crowd. He sat
exactly where three spotlights overlapped. A very
bright location. She let go of Batuu and moved over to
Utumi, where she also faced the crowd and began to sit
down on his vertical post.
When the head slipped into her ass, she knew that she
was in trouble. For it was a very tight passage. She
had rarely doubled, and it was never done with
something 11 inches long and 2.5 inches wide. And, in
less than a half hour, this man wanted to stroke her
freely and twist and grind as he bottomed out? She
continued to slowly slide. Huffing and puffing and
blowing as she went, she was about two thirds down onto
Utumi, and being very tentative.
Utumi and Batuu could easily forget who they were
working on. Their most powerful memories were those of
Angie's pussy and ass. And those items had already been
made very loose by the two Africans. This beautiful
Jaimie felt extremely tight to Utumi. With his duty to
the club, and with this particular show in mind, he
reached for her waist with his hands. Each hand covered
half of Jaimie's pelvis, as he pulled back slightly and
pressed her downward. She was breathing faster, and
squealed loudly with each lower elevation. Utumi was
over three fourths into her at that point.
With Jaimie in a sort of tripod, that is the front two
legs balanced in a squat position with the third leg
going up her rear, Batuu also felt the need to help.
Besides it would look good to the crowd. While Utumi
was pulling down on her pelvic area, Batuu went around
to the front of Jaimie and looked into her red flushed
face. From there, he reached out and down, placing his
hands on her upper legs. That was exactly where Jaimie
was getting all her power for sustaining her squat,
right there in those quadriceps muscles. He pinched
them a little, then massaged them deeply, trying to
loosen them up. It was working, so Jaimie immediately
grabbed for his shoulders. When she did that, Utumi
pressed down hard and another inch or so went into her.
She screamed. But with the loud music, it was not very
audible.
When she grabbed Batuu's shoulders, he grabbed the
quadriceps on both sides tightly. That caused them to
completely release. And Jaimie slid squealing all the
way to the base of Utumi. She then panted and gasped as
she looked down and saw that his balls were flush with
her bottom. The shaft had completely disappeared. Her
pussy was pushed out and slightly opened by the action
in her rear. And Batuu was eyeing it. Utumi was
muttering something about how good she felt way up
inside, as Batuu maneuvered to get at that pussy.
Utumi was not one of those softies in an ass. He went
in hard as a rock, and stayed hard as a rock. That was
something Batuu could always count on. Jaimie could
feel Utumi jerking around up inside her rear as Batuu's
penis was sliding through her front. Batuu's 12 incher
was joining Utumi's 11 inch rod. By working at Aardbei,
Jaimie had, at least, done some stretching of both her
pussy and ass. But nothing prepared her for this. If an
instructional animation was to have displayed a side
view, it would have shown a straightened out and very
stretched rectum that went up way beyond what nature
intended. Then, joining it, would be a vaginal bag
being poked lengthwise and joining the rectum in being
about the same length, even though it is more strictly
defined that vaginas are never supposed to go to those
lengths.
But it took some work for Batuu to get that vagina
fully stretched. Many deep pokes, some side twists,
and, after a few minutes, his penis was buried in
Jaimie. So that would have definitely been the last
portion or climax of any educational animation display.
Jaimie was grunting, squealing, huffing, puffing, well,
sort of doing a little bit of everything. She had
thrown her head back onto Utumi's chest, and, in turn,
Utumi had reached up and wrapped his hands around
Jaimie's chest.
Each hand then grabbed a breast. Though ample for
Jaimie, each one looked very small when mushed by a
giant black hand. And mushed they were. He was
squeezing very hard, pinching them off at their bases,
and pushing everything forward. His hands then occupied
the bases and laid directly upon her little ribs. That
expelled every bit of breast tissue forward. What did
this guy think poor Jaimie had, big zits that needed to
be squeezed until they popped? Jaimie thought that
might be what he intended.
However, both their penises were making the major
headlines and getting Jaimie's attention. Her canals
were filled till they were taunt. When filled like
that, to make any more space, they would have to burst
or at least somehow relieve the tension all around and
make a truly larger diameter. Both her pussy and ass
could more easily do the length. Although, the required
longer pussy would need some lengthwise fiber tears.
Those then could be put back by nature at the new
length. The most dramatic adaptation for both Jaimie
and the audience would involve her width. She was a
'too tight' little thing, as compared to a more
experienced person like Angie. In other words,
'something had to give'.
Both men and Jaimie were all extremely well lubed. So,
lack of such lube was not a contributing condition.
Batuu and Utumi were able to start smoothly stroking
Jaimie. But the width of each canal was literally
pinching the assigned penis till it hurt. They
naturally wanted to work less restrained, to develop a
smoother, softer, more loose ass and pussy. Then they
could even fuck those to still another level.
As far as Batuu and Utumi were concerned, whether she
had DP'd in the past or not, to them she was a virgin
DP. And she would have to be dealt with as one. Utumi
held on to those breasts as tightly as he could and
pulled Jaimie to his chest, where her head rested well
below his chin. Batuu held her wrists and stretched her
arms out wide, pinning them to the mattress.
They began to fuck her hard, to loosen up things their
way. She turned bright red in the face, grunted a lot
and did a lot of 'whew' sounds. With the spotlights,
the crowd had an excellent view of Jaimie's DP. They
all watched closely as the too long and too wide black
devices punched her, over and over... Just the image of
the large stretch of her holes, and minor bleeding, was
its own obscene event.
Call it an advanced double cherry busting And the crowd
loved it. This is what the invited voyeurs, and even
minor sadists, came to see - an event that did not
happen very often in civilized communities. The few
other members in the room who did not fit those labels,
well, they were transfixed too. All the kersloop,
slush, snaps, pops, thumps, thuds and other plungering
sounds could be heard coming out of Jaimie by those
closest to the stage. Certainly, they could hear such
things if Kees messed up and was slow to start the next
musical selection.
But the visual was always outstanding. Sometimes the
picture was filled by the two black men buried in
'someone', with one creamy white beautiful leg going
one direction and the other creamy white beautiful leg
going the other direction. Tipped by the black heels,
the legs and the African men made some great momentary
designs and a rather continuous super erotic motion
picture. Jaimie noticed that she could see Batuu
working in her pelvis. That vision was worth an extra
gasp. It was especially gasp worthy since both men were
spending most of the time all the way inside her.
It was the width work that was increasing. Twisting,
grinding, pushing her insides round and round, all done
from the muscular contractions of their tight pinched
butts, forward through their pelvic muscles, and
radiating the motion to the huge penis and its own
muscles. Their penises then produced the waves that
flowed from her pussy to the top of her head and to the
bottom of her feet. That entire sequential process
seemed to be working throughout each and every instant.
While Kees did not allow members to take pictures, he
did have his own photographer for special occasions,
such as Jaimie's first stage show. That photographer
was taking some great 35mm photos that would chronicle
the process. Next for him to chronicle was a change in
position. If a viewer was more than a few feet from the
stage, it appeared as if Angie's accurately described
'two logs' were being pulled out of Jaimie. Both were
still rock hard and both forcefully sprang out into the
open. When they did, those up front could see that both
penises had gooey pink streaks throughout their
lengths, with more of a red color at their bases.
Jaimie's chest and belly were still rising and falling
with great speed, as she tried to get her breath. Utumi
held her more softly, but still held her. He leaned
forward, still holding a beautiful black haired woman
who was only big enough to occupy his torso, and asked
her to spread her legs for the crowd and pull open her
pussy and ass. She actually was able to display a
sincere relaxed smile to the lounge crowd, while she
revealed that her pussy gaped with an open center that
was between the size of a quarter and a half dollar.
Her lips were all beet red and she had some minor
bleeding just inside that open center. Her ass had an
almost identical condition. Utumi let go of her chest
and smacked the side of her butt slightly. That was her
cue to move on.
She was turned away from the audience as she sat back
down on Utumi. This time his penis got her pussy. Batuu
got her ass. In that more common position, both worked
their way back in quickly and began a real intense
double of Jaimie. Kees had an even nastier funkier tune
going, and had turned the volume up so much that the
bass could be felt outside in the street. Both Africans
got a smooth sawing rhythm going. Jaimie was having a
hard time keeping her senses. It wasn't the hashish as
much as it was the physical pounding. There were times
where she was sure that either her rectum or pussy
would break open. But, in reality, neither was close to
doing that; of course, Jaimie knew of no such safety
margin. She convinced herself that she did know one
thing for certain, and that was that Angie was 'one
hell of a tough red head'
The normally controlled and hard to impress crowd was
constantly yelling, whistling and generally being
obnoxious. They had one of the most beautiful girls to
ever work at Aardbei, up on that stage, having her
holes reamed out to a new gauge. It took hard stuff to
entertain this crowd, and this was hard stuff. But the
show was still building.
Another 10 minutes into Jaimie and her treatment, and
Utumi and Batuu almost simultaneously decided to just
'let go' and 'let Jaimie have it' in the same manner
and degree as Angie normally 'took it'. They pumped
faster, hitting bottom each time, while they held her
waist tightly; Jaimie was held so tightly that her
pussy and ass were the only parts that were allowed to
move against the Africans' maximum grind and stretch.
The men reached their peak just as the song reached its
peak.
When they came, their penises twitched and gushed,
sending poor Jaimie into spasms. The cum squirted out
the sides of her ass and pussy. Mostly creamy, but with
some red streaks. Batuu slowly pulled out of her ass.
His penis still oozed cum out its tip, with the first
half of his shaft rubbed raw, while its base was more
red than earlier. Her ass had a large bright red hole
for an opening; around the edges of the hole were small
rough areas of deeper red.
When Utumi pulled his penis out, it looked similar,
except the head was still jerking and the upper third
of the penis was flushed with his own particular deep
internal peach/orange/pink/red/ multi-tone coloration.
Exactly like Batuu, Utumi, from his tip to about
halfway down his shaft, was rubbed raw. The rawness of
both penises represented the cost of trying to soften
Jaimie's tough meat. Jamie's present condition was
better indicated by the lower portion of Utumi's shaft,
where his balls, and, even his groin, dripped a gooey
pink mix. Her labia were fire engine red, her center
was a large ragged hole, and the rough edges that
surrounded that irregular hole were a more moist beet
red.
The two Africans expected Jaimie to act like a pro, and
she did not disappoint them. Both took her hands and
helped her fly up to a standing position, then, after
checking each other's faces for the cue, all three
simultaneously took a ridiculously over dramatic bow.
Or was it just appropriate in this case? The lounge
crowd chuckled while applauding with a new vigor.
Having watched Angie many times, Jaimie knew what her
next move was supposed to be. She spun around , aiming
her rear toward the crowded lounge. She bent over, put
her face all the way down to knee level, and then
looked between her legs into the upside down crowd. Her
hands moved from their original positions, just below
and behind the knees, up to her butt cheeks, where they
spread those cheeks wide.
Perhaps it was because Angie started out each show with
larger, more relaxed holes, but Jaimie was much
brighter red than Angie usually was. Jaimie's were not
closing quickly; rather, both holes stayed wide open.
One or two moist red drips came from the membrane that,
now, only partially framed the gaping entrance into her
vagina. Both holes were similar in size to Angie's,
probably because the same reaming tools had been used
on them. Of course, the sizes of Angie's holes were
permanent, and Jaimie's were not...well, not yet.
While Jaimie showed the crowd how much damage such a
fucking can do, the guys were putting their robes on
and moving toward the dressing area. Night after night
the two Africans got to fuck some of the most beautiful
women in the world. For over seven months, they had
double worked girls for Kees. Their pay was never
stated, but it seemed enough to live in Amsterdam and
still send money home to their many wives and families.
Their dedication to such work was duly noted. They were
so stoic in their presentation that it was hard to tell
when they were really having a good time. But, tonight,
they really did enjoy tearing into the knockout
American girl. As Batuu was leaving the stage, he made
an impression on Jaimie by bending down to her level
and flatly stating, "I look forward to next time." Out
of character; in fact, something that Batuu had never
said before.
Jaimie stretched up, with her legs straddling one of
his, and kissed Batuu on the cheek. A just as strange
reply, from a woman, who many outside of this sub-
culture might have considered an object of sexual
abuse. As he walked away, he seemed embarrassed, but
pleased by that kiss. Amazing...comfortable with
grotesquely powerful fucking in front of everyone, but
embarrassed by a kiss?
Jaimie went to the dressing room where she gladly
accepted a couple of plastic enclosed ice pops, lubed
them up separately and inserted them, "Aaaaah..."
Kees stepped into the room and handed Jaimie an
envelope, "That was great kid. Really great. It was
more than any normal show, and it was shared by a lot
more people than usual. We should even develop some
great photos of tonight. What I am trying to say is
that you deserve a better reward. You can leave right
now, and take this home. Uh, you might do some of those
healing douches that you have told me about." Smiles.
"Have a nice day off."
Kees added, an 'acting out' of his thanks for her
substitution, a dramatization of his attempt to get the
regulars back as soon as possible, and a pledge to get
his own act together. Just as Jaimie was accepting his
apology of excuses, he went on to say that it was nice
to have 'someone additional who could do the show just
in case'. She was momentarily exasperated by that last
assumption, that is, until she looked into the
envelope. There was her pay for the two guys that she
did before the show, and, not the double, but a
quadruple pay for the show. So, there at 9 PM and
dressed and leaving at 11:00 PM. But she better
understood his statement of many weeks ago, that 'some
girls just do the show and leave'. Jaimie was thinking
that only a rare person like Angie might even be able
to consider continuing on into the night after such a
show.
In keeping with his image as an excellent prostitute
fisherman, Kees effectively reeled her out by getting
Angie and the others back during the next week,
assigning shows and other extreme duties to them, and
letting Jaimie do the more ordinary clients. And then
he hit her with another request to do the show, this
time under the guise of her popularity. Applying
flattery and another quadruple bonus got Jaimie to do
her second 10 PM show with the Africans.
Once again, Kees's special invitations to special
members resulted in a crowded Aardbei. Unknown to
Jaimie, Kees had asked the boys to not show the
restraint that they showed at first and to stretch out
the display and give Jaimie another ten minutes of
fucking. Then, over the next two weeks, Kees was able
to have Jaimie do the show four times (with each show
slightly longer than the one before it). He really was
having Jaimie reamed out, to prepare for some of his
new plans for her.
Jaimie heard from Dave frequently. She knew that he was
actually enrolled in the grad school now, had picked
out his Fall classes and had a nice little place just
off campus. But, those obtained goals just seemed to
require maintenance money that would make the actual
savings for future goals a slower process. On her own,
Jaimie had come to the conclusion that, at least,
another six weeks at Aardbei would be necessary. In
addition to telling Dave that she should stay, at
least, another six weeks, she did update him on her
sexual adventures. Although, for some reason, she left
out her new services that included some of the 10 PM
shows. She really was unable to explain, even to
herself, why she left out such information. She just
did.
When Dave left, Kees had not only initiated a plan for
Jaimie to do the 10 PM show. He began several other
plans within the following several weeks. One plan
started only three days ago, with a simple phone call
to one of his most affluent Slechts Groot members. His
name was Arman. Arman had both a unique physical
attribute and unusually kinky sexual pursuits. When he
heard of Jaimie, Arman arranged to leave his business
affairs as quickly as he could and travel the hundreds
of miles to Amsterdam.
On yet another third night of work for Jaimie, Kees had
once again arranged a major shocker. Arman arrived in
the city earlier in the evening and, after registering
at his upscale hotel, came directly over to Aardbei. It
was about 10 PM when Kees introduced Arman to Jaimie.
He needed to do little else. Though he did leave Jaimie
with an indication that she take her time, 'all the
time you need', with Arman.
Arman was a muscular black from upper France. He tried
to combine business trips to Amsterdam with visiting
Aardbei. If there was no business excuse, then he just
visited Amsterdam for Aardbei. He trusted Kees and the
high standards of Aardbei. This trip? This trip was one
hundred percent because of Jaimie. He believed that
Jaimie was exactly what he was looking for: a beautiful
white American, who was married, new to the business
and with a pussy that he could ream out.
Arman did not worry about the social graces or booth
visits. He took Jaimie straight to one of the larger
rooms. There was loud R&B music out in the lounge, and
Arman asked if she felt comfortable doing just a short
little dance to it. He wanted her to show off her body,
while he sat on the edge of the bed. He, of course, did
not know that Jaimie was a real trained dancer. Her
perfectly timed bumps and slithering movements were
even better than what he had in mind. He may have
allowed her one song, but that was all he could take.
He grabbed her and pulled off her only article of
clothing, her thong, and told her that he thought she
was lovely. She sincerely thanked him and thought that
they were going to proceed straight into action. But,
surprisingly to Jaimie, he just wanted her to sit
beside him and talk for a while.
It turned out that his head trip included getting to
know the girl, know all about someone like a boyfriend,
fiancee or husband and figure out the exact
relationship between the girl and that other person. He
then would love to use the knowledge gained for some
verbal and mental S&M that was more in the mastering
category. It was as if he was trying to do a mental and
physical change to the girl, finally fucking the
daylights out of the girl as he got her to admit things
that were nasty about herself, her relationship or
perhaps even demeaning to her male friend.
With his straight ahead inquiries, it really did not
take him long to find out a lot about the young
American couple. He soon learned about how Jaimie met
Kees and how she started at Aardbei. More personal
quizzing revealed Dave's 6 inch equipment. Arman still
had his clothes on. And she felt a little uncomfortable
when he asked about the sizes that she was beginning to
prefer during her work. She was unsure whether her
answer would make him feel better or worse about his
own penis. But he pressed the issue strongly, and
wanted her to tell her true feelings. The appeal
reminded her of Dave's requests, and she found it easy
to comply with.
Jaimie told him how she was being very entertained by
all the extreme variations. She described, in detail,
her positive experiences with the larger penises. He
even got the information about how small Dave had felt
to her after work. It was at this point when Arman
learned that Dave had returned to the USA, and that
Jaimie was enjoying her Aardbei experiences and,
literally, cuming more than ever. Instead of feeling
bad about that, she admitted getting a sort of a kinky
reward by thinking about her husband being gone as
strange men fucked her with such intensity and with
such great equipment.
And she wondered, "Did that help? I mean, was that what
you wanted to know?"
"Jaimie, I get this feeling that this has been more
than for money. You describe a sort of sexual awakening
that has occurred in short order. Or is it older than
that?" The last was said with a lilt that Jaimie could
only interpret as jovial acknowledgement.
"Yeah, I had wondered about the business even before my
dancing. But the dance really put me 'on stage'. The
pick up lines increased big time with the dancing. And,
of course, I saw other dancers who really used dance to
attract customers for other activities. So, I at least
wondered. And the more pure sex part of it? Marrying
Dave did not stop me from thinking about other men. I
often wondered what it would be like to have sex with
those other men. Well, I guess that have to say that
Kees's club is letting me experience what was a
fantasy. And, on average, at least here, it has been
better than I thought it would be. Much better."
Arman was pleased to hear her attitude. He sat there
with his arm around Jaimie, as he began to explain a
little about his turn on: that it involved new and
beautiful women who enter the business, that just like
silly young boys who feel a strange accomplishment
about busting cherries, he loved catching a beginning
prostitute, that he loved the conflict between marriage
vows and pure sex, and, for lack of any better term, he
loved cuckolding the husband along with the permission
and participation of the wife.
Jaimie thought that she might have understood the first
part of what he said. She was still weighing the stuff
about cuckolding, as he stood up and began unbuttoning
his shirt. He very purposefully stood with the zipper
of his baggy trousers directly in front of Jaimie's
face. Her reaction to assist was immediate. As she
undid his belt and first started the zipper down, she
noted no underwear. Down a little more and a loud gasp
came from Jaimie. And he smiled with pride as he
finished taking off the shirt.
She had found the biggest penis that she had ever seen.
And recently, she thought that she had seen and felt
some really big ones through her services at Aardbei.
But this was 'something else'. It was obvious why Arman
wore no underwear. This man seriously had to allow for
his penis to drop down a pant leg. What she saw did not
appear to be hard. Yet, it dangled down at least eleven
to twelve inches, and was about two and a quarter
inches wide all the way to its tip. It had notably
large veins that protruded in many directions
throughout its length. Her immediate thoughts were 'If
Arend could play a very good doggy with his special
penis, then Arman could play a pony with this.'
"Jaimie, I wanted to actually talk more. It is just
that I thought you should see my size before we did any
more of that talk." And he took off his shoes, socks
and removed the pants. Now, he was more nude than
Jaimie; admittedly, there wasn't much difference in
degree, yet, she did still have high heels on. And he
sat down beside her.
"Arman. Let me guess. You normally go across the hall
to Slechts Groot?"
"Ah, you've figured out that Kees is not being biased
against either side. And you may have also figured out
that Slechts Groot members can go anywhere that they
want. The little guys just can't come over to our side.
To go over there, you need both the size and a lot more
money. Those are the discriminatory rules that Kees set
up on purpose. It's just that every once in a long
while, someone like you lands over here at Aardbei.
And, when that happens, I want to start my project as
soon as possible. Yes, I can see you are more curious
than ever about what I am trying so hard to tell you."
While he was speaking, Jaimie very slowly reached over
to his huge penis. She began to fondle it, primarily to
see what it might look like full. Arman told her that
was sweet, but that he usually did not do well till he
got silly stuff like explanations completely behind
him. As she continued to hold on to him, he tried to
speed up the verbal. An 'OK. 'Out with it' mentality
took over'.
And he began to explain that his trip was to find a
beautiful beginner like Jaimie. He always hoped for the
girl to have a fiancee or husband. And then he would
slowly make her pussy his shape. It would take multiple
visits. And he and Jaimie would share their real
thoughts about what was happening to her and, in turn,
what would happen to her husband. Just as he believed
she was truthful in telling him her Amsterdam visit
details and her preference for the bigger penises, he
wanted her to also feel free to tell him other things
when the two of them got together. Things that might
stimulate both of them. Oh, and he promised to be very
slow and easy during this first night of sex.
One thought of the moment that he did not immediately
share with Jaimie was how much he desired that she be
in his list of girls; that list that now comprised over
thirty beautiful young women, each who might be thought
of as one of his special harem. For, when he saw any of
those women, he was proud that every one of them now
carried a vagina that, at least, had his shape and
size. Oh, perhaps, if she worked at Slechts Groot, her
organ might be bigger. But if a girl stayed at a
brothel like Aardbei, or, say, quit the business, then
it could be said that her 'pussy was forever Arman's'.
That was the kink, the absolute or ultimate
satisfaction, for Arman. He intended to only mention
that lust to Jaimie after he had the process well under
way.
"Can you be very careful with this?" And Jaimie held up
approximately a third of Arman.
"Yes, Jaimie. I can, as you say, be 'very careful'. I
am interested in far beyond tonight."
She said nothing. Rather she got serious about stroking
him. Pulling, extending and generally seeing what would
develop within her hands. When his talking seemed done,
she did note that it began to grow again. And she
intended to help it with her jacking. As well, she bent
over to lick on its head. That seemed to help a lot. It
was growing more than she thought that it would.
Finally, what was jacked up to full hardness was a real
monster. She understood the preparatory talk better
now. For, in her hands was a real 14.25 inches in
length and 2.75 inches in width. It weighed many pounds
and was very hard.
She looked up at his face, "I don't think I will ever
be able to take this."
"You will be able to, Jaimie. But, as I told you, I
intend to go slowly. I, more than anyone, realize what
is necessary and how to do it. May I try?"
"Yes. You may try. I was really never going to say no."
With that said, she stroked with more strength, and
increased her rate a great deal. While she worked on
Arman, Jaimie thought about what she had in her hands.
At least mentally, she acknowledged that she 'had not
been forewarned about something this big'. Once, Dave
had shown her an old black and white 16mm film of a guy
considered abnormally large or 'a freak'. The film made
its stag party rounds based on the man's size. Arman
was bigger
While Jaimie worked on him, he returned the favor by
massaging her with lubricant and doing extended slow
stretches of her pussy. Many of those stretches, of
course, more than momentarily interrupted Jaimie's
effort. But the two were working together well as a
team. As they worked up, he would periodically quiz her
about sex life details. Things like her husband's size
almost had to be topics. He wondered if she and her
husband had talked about what would happen to beautiful
Jaimie's pussy, if she became, then continued to be, a
pro for a duration of say, perhaps many months.
She told him that they had discussed the topic a lot.
That they had detailed many such fantasies during their
own sex. And she made joking reference to what she had
in her hands as being beyond Dave's fantasies about
what his wife might fuck 'on the job'. She added that
'by the way', she did love her job. Her sweet smile
instantly made the change into a rounded 'Oh' look,
when Arman seemed to have hit the spot with his
fingers.
After each massaged the other for a while longer, Arman
suggested that Jaimie lay on her back. And before he
started, he reminded her that Kees knew this was going
to be nice and slow. That is why Arman would be her
last customer of the day. Then he Vaselined her up
again and jacked a heavy amount up and down his shaft.
Then, just as he had promised, he started into her
slowly. After all the work up tonight, Arman was
attempting to put at least over 12 of his inches into
Jaimie, while spreading her over 2.75 inches wide; and
that, quite seriously, was a conservative estimate.
Jaimie started breathing heavy and readying herself,
well, as much as she could. She could only theorize
about ever having a baby, so it was fair to also
theorize about what his penis could do to her, 'is this
sort of like having a baby put back into you?'.
Slow smooth stretching continued. So slow that many
minutes would go by with him at a certain goal post,
thus, allowing her pussy time to fully expand without
shock. And that surprised Jaimie, for she felt his
monstrous size, but not as a pain. She just felt it as
the smooth stretch, filling and over-filling.
Everything in her pelvis was being carefully moved out
of the way as Arman proceeded. Jaimie had proven that
she could take 11 to 12 inch penises during the 10 PM
show. But the extra two to three inches in length, and
almost another whole inch in width, was, at least
temporarily, really going to stretch her to a new
extreme.'Right down to her very fiber' took on new
meaning for Jaimie.
Every few minutes, Jaimie would shudder. Sometimes that
became a complete orgasm. Sometimes it led right into
another shudder or gasp. 'Impale' is really the
appropriate word for what was being done to Jaimie.
Arman intended to take each movement to the limit of
pleasure. Occasionally, he knew he needed to exceed
that limit, so that she could go back to receiving even
more pleasure later. He needed her vagina to stretch to
his basic motionless size before he could ever hope to
stroke her with it. He was very patient and persistent.
She did keep stretching.
Gasping, panting, she looked down at her belly and saw
a smooth mound up to her belly button. In her case,
about
6 to 7 inches in from her opening. A very fast, almost
Valley Girl of the era, delivery, "Oh, ma God "
Such sayings were not normal for her. But, then, this
was not a normal situation. He just grinned and pressed
on.
"Ugh, ummmm, huff, puff, huff, puff", was the peak of
her usual vocabulary during the process. But. Arman
certainly did want more than that out her. When he got
her stuck on him real well, he had planned to have a
little conversation with her Before he talked with her,
he needed to work at least a couple more inches into
her. To help with that, he decided that it was time to
start the first twisting and reaming motions. Those
immediately made Jaimie gasp and cry out. So, he slowed
down again, but then started right into twisting once
again. In that way, he was able to start a smooth
circular twist.
The twisting and a little forward push got him another
couple of inches into her. Jaimie looked down at her
belly again and saw the mound extending above her belly
button. She put her hand on her belly and felt along
the hard protrusion. That just shocked her more, and,
in turn, led to still another cum for Jaimie. Arman
would occasionally twitch his connection with Jaimie.
'Oh, wow ' would be the typical response by Jaimie.
He looked down at her red cheeks, bright wide eyes, and
open mouth. "How does that feel, Jaimie?'
"You know that you don't even have to ask Just
wonderful. Ugh. Oh. Uh. Oh. Oh. Oh... w_o_n_d_e_r_f_u_l
!"
He bent over her, with his mouth down to her right ear,
arched and pushed forward his pelvis. More of him went
in.
And he whispered in her ear, asking if she like being
so connected. She told him how she loved the feeling,
how she loved him being so deep inside her, and that no
one had ever been so deep inside her. As she said such
things, Arman would twitch or twist, as if to help her
emphasize her delivery, to help her put even more
emotion into each statement. It always increased the
dynamics of the statement. Sometimes, it was so obvious
that she would break into a chuckle or straight out
laugh after one of his physical punctuations.
He asked, "If your husband were in Amsterdam, would he
want to have sex with you tonight?"
"Ah, eeeeeee, Oh, god. Yeah, he'd want to."
Arman stayed in her while he took her left ankle and
pulled it up above his shoulders, turning her on her
right side. Then he put it in as deep as he could with
her in that scissors position. He was cautious, knowing
very well that it was easy to go deeper in that
position. Keeping more than a few inches outside, he
ground a little and spent time stretching her width.
After 10 or so minutes of working her on her side, he
rolled her over onto her belly. He then picked up her
rear, pulled it out towards him, placed her knees up
under her chest, and proceeded to enter her doggy, or,
as she had earlier thought about his equipment, perhaps
more like in a pony style.
He twisted and reamed, but got no further in, for the
moment. He had given her over 50 minutes of slow
stretching in those other positions. And he actually
was losing a little of his extreme control; he was
wanting to stroke and build to a cum of his own. Yet,
he still wanted to be careful with her. There was more
than minor frustration in proceeding with his balancing
act.
He flipped her onto her back, returning to the
missionary position that he started with. But, now she
really was more stretched, and he was hoping that she
could take some real fucking. At this stage, she was
also pretty 'wild' about what was happening to her. His
thought was, that if he went back to a little talk, he
might maintain his control for a short while longer. At
the same time, he was looking to take advantage of her
'wild' and set her up for rewarding him more at a later
time.
He slowed down again. With almost no movement, he asked
more detail on how Dave had felt to her when she went
home after fuckings at Aardbei. He was pleasantly
surprised how quickly she replied that she sometimes,
at least for brief moments, did not even feel Dave.
Jaimie qualified that by specifying that he was not
wide enough to, at all times, rub both sides of her
vagina. And that his length already was unable to reach
the top of her vagina.
"Mmmmmm. Ooooooh. Geez... Yours feels so fantastic. I
could really get spoiled."
"Better than average?" A silly smile, and for the first
time in a minute or so, he pushed in.
After she squealed, she regained her composure enough
to answer. "Oh, god... There is no comparison. Yours is
fantastic. A different world "
"Would you tell your husband that?"
"Sure "
"Would you like for me to come and visit you here
again?" He tenses and expands a little.
"Oh, yes. Oh. Uh. Oooooh. Yes. Yes. Yes "
"I really love hearing that." Now, he had it in her
deeper than ever. His thickness made getting in a
little over 11 inches a real accomplishment. Yet, there
still was over three more inches outside of her.
Arman tensed again and literally slid Jaimie up the
sheet an inch or two by pushing against her pussy. With
that move, she came a lot, arched and quivered
throughout her muscles. To her, the feeling was just
overwhelmingly powerful. Jaimie's body reacted in an
entirely differently manner than she was used to it
doing. For with Arman stuck so deeply and tightly into
her, it was just impossible for her to not cum. He
started his first real stroking.
Only moving in and out a couple of inches, still he was
stroking. And she was attempting to move into some
regular breathing rhythm. At the same time, she began
to oscillate her pelvis to help accommodate Arman. Her
hands finally broke away from their grip on the sheet
and began massaging his shoulders. The couple was,
quite literally, getting it all together. In an attempt
to both proceed on their project of getting it into her
and to obtain her immediate attention, he used the
moment to push in straight ahead deep again, and keep
pushing. A fast startle type gasp came out of Jaimie's
mouth.
He kept it in tight and asked, "Do you remember what I
said that I love to do to a very few beginners?"
She nodded her head between rapid breathes. He stopped
moving, and detailed for her the rest of his special
fuck trip. He finally told her about the 30 plus
beautiful women, who he can think of or see again, and
absolutely know that their vaginas are the shaped like
his own penis. She looked down at her belly, saw the
mound now extending above her belly button, and she
pressed down upon her belly and the massive penis
beneath. Her face displayed a little anxious smile, a
slightly worried brow, and the bright green eyes that
focused directly on Arman's face. He moved a little.
"Oh. Oh. Oh."
"I know that you have been here at Aardbei only a
matter of weeks. But do you think that you can already
say what you like and want out of just the sex alone?"
And he twitched within her. The equivalent of an
internal wink?
"I know what I like That you just did is in the list."
Smiling, "As it was meant to be." And he did a couple
of more as rewards.
Very serious, "Like with asking for a date to the prom
or to some other type of sweet 'normal' engagement, I
put off. I hesitate. OK, so now I will ask. Will you
become one of my girls?"
She looked back down at her belly and blew a couple of
big exhales. "Oh, yeah..."
"Sure?" He stroked with a couple of radically different
four to five inch slides. He watched her surprised
face. "You know your husband will be smaller than ever
to you." And he stroked her with five to six inch
thrusts.
"He said he wanted me to do it." She really squealed
with one of his last that hit deep. "He seems turned
on. He knows I am getting big men."
And then he really fucked her for about five minutes.
Still working with three inches outside of her, he
seemed to be accomplishing a lot for her. Much ooohing
and aaahing and cuming that hit notable peaks.
"'Sure' means I make your pussy mine. OK?"
"OK Make it..."
And he twisted and ground and hit as deep as he thought
he could get away with at that moment. She screamed
loudly. His movements made some small stretching tears
in her inner ring. It was just a minor demonstration
for her. He wanted her to know that 'change' really
meant change. And though her eyes went wide and a
tender shock came across her face, she had an
interesting response.
"Well, I feel that you have started. Uh. Uuuuh.
Aaaaaaaah. Seems... for... 'sure'... now."
"A little more my size every time I do that, Jaimie."
And he pushed in another inch. So, at that moment, she
had, over the last forty-five minutes, been expanded to
take the proverbial 12 inches of penis (though, of
course, Arman had more to give). Twelve inches long and
two and three quarters wide was an established size now
for Jaimie's vagina. It was a fact.
He took that much penis and began fucking her. Long
powerful strokes, big twists, big grinding, with more
rubber band type snapping of her excessively stretched
interior. And an awful lot of screaming, panting, and
blowing, along with new body actions by Jaimie. Now her
pelvis was coming up to meet Arman, at least to the 12
inch dipstick level. And her hands moved down Arman's
back to rest on his buttocks. During rare moments, she
had the bravery to give a very light pull in of his
hips . At other times, her hands flipped up and away,
as if to indicate 'hands off' 'that was deep enough'.
This had been quite a super turn on for Arman. The
prospect, now probability, that he had a new beautiful
project. So many times over the last hour or so, he had
diverted his mind from who he was inside. All, just
that he might make it through tonight's beginning. Now
he let himself feel what he had stretched so very well.
Now, any depth or width improvement was only due to
being 'carried away'. And he did become slightly
carried away. Another five minutes of 'sloop',
'schmack', 'pop', 'snap', and he came with force.
With that last thrust into her, Jaimie could feel the
hot jizz, the jerks, and the extra pulsating. Her body
jerked in turn, quivered more than ever, and came in
multiples. One on top of another, on top of then
another, then exhaustion. He laid down on his elbows,
face to face with her, gave her some gentle kisses, and
left his still twitching penis inside her. He was in no
hurry to remove it, and she was in no hurry to have him
remove it.
"What will you tell your husband about what we just
did?"
"Oh, that it was very nasty." She looked at his face
for feedback. Jaimie wanted to reward him a lot, for
she really did want him to come back, and finish the
job. "That it was the best..."
When he softened slightly and slowly withdrew, she
immediately had this new sensation of her large vagina.
She thought of it as a 'kinky' empty space 'right up
through the middle'. Physical, yes. Symbolic? With his
absence, she was able to focus a little, enough to
remember what was of major importance for Arman. Now,
he might like to hear an admission from her.
"Arman, I never, in my wildest dreams, thought that I
would ever make such a quick, raw, sexual decision. It
is just not like me. But nothing else recently is 'like
me' either. And no sex in my life was anything like
what just happened. What I am trying so hard to say is,
I would love to be one of your girls."
"'Arman' is a very happy man " And the powerful black
man beamed a sweet 'thankful' look. "We will get better
and better...and...better; I promise "
Her immediate thoughts about his statement involved the
'My God''just trying to imagine' type of fantasy. But,
then, tonight proved that she could, well, almost
adapt. It probably would happen. She looked down at his
penis. Softening for him, but still bigger than anyone
she'd ever seen. 'That was in me?' Her thoughts
answered her own question with a resounding, 'Yeeesss
Well, most of it...anyway.' Did she think it was queer,
kinky, too far out? Her feeling was that guys, who
would say that it was too kinky, well, they must just
feel inadequate. 'And they should...'
And girls? Girls who would say that or even be
horrified? To Jaimie, any such women were just hiding
from life experiences; how could they understand
something that they would never try? Put down another
woman who did try? Whoa, that sounded like envy to
Jaimie. Jaimie could understand that emotion would be
the proper one to apply toward her, as she was fucked
by someone from an exceptionally rare group of men. To
Jaimie, all the questionable big time fucking was very
appropriate, and was something she would very much want
to do again, and again, and again.
Jaimie finished sitting up, reached out and grabbed
Arman's penis behind its head, pulled it to her mouth
and milked out a last drop of cum. She licked it up
with the tip of her tongue, looked up at Arman's face,
took her tongue back into her mouth, grinned, licked
her lips and grinned some more. As she finished the lip
show, she looked down to see that she was putting on
another show, since globs of red streaked cum were now
draining out of her wide open pussy. That only reminded
her of what she had felt over the last hour, and just
how impressive this meeting had been. Oh, of course,
the draining scene did also verify the over stretching
of Jaimie.
She knew that she could generate more meetings by
acknowledging Arman's interests; she had not forgotten
his macho male fantasy. And it was obvious to Jaimie
that the fantasy was of obsessive importance to him.
She admitted to herself, that he would be shocked to
know how much of that kind of S&M bent that they had in
common.
"Hearing what you said earlier about 'your girls', it
seems that it would please you for me to make shameful
statements to Dave and others. If I could do it, what
would you want me to promise to 'admit' to all those
kinds of people? I mean, when you are back in France,
just say, to turn you on while you are there, what
would I be saying back here? Arman, you never know. I
may have been getting ready to say some the very same
things on my own."
"I would rather you say what you want to say, what you
would think would be fun to say, what you really feel.
That is the nastiest turn on of all for me."
"Well, I have already told Dave that he is small
compared to most of my clients. Hmmm...in your case, I
really have to think of him as tiny. Sort of like a
contrast of a little six year old child's nubby little
penis to a grown man's penis. Dave even has a kink of
his own, where he asks me to play a sort of ball buster
girl for him."
Arman came out of the little bathroom, wiping his penis
one last time with a wash cloth. Jaimie smiled when she
watched him try to stuff it into his trousers. "Just
like in one of Dave's own fantasies, I could tell him
about his 'nubby little child's penis' as it contrasted
to your real man's 'hunk of burning love'. Sorry, I do
like the Elvis song and needed to say that But, really,
I could enjoy doing that. For some reason, in the past,
he's even been turned on by stuff like that."
"Oh, I would be so proud of your nastiness. That a wife
would say that to her own husband. Delightful. And you
would tell him that when?" He said that last with his
head cocked sideways and his eyes fixed on her face. It
was as good as any baiting maneuver.
"I will tell him when he tries to put it into my well
stretched pussy. How's that for timing?"
"That is a nice filthy thought. But what if he wanted
more than his fantasy answer? What if he asked you to
actually tell him the truth?"
Her gutsy act came to a screeching halt. She needed to
stop and give this some thought. "I, uh, um, er, I
could really tell him that I 'really feel that way'.
Really."
"But Jaimie, Dave is no longer here. And by the next
time that you see him, your pussy will be only for
large men. You will only have to tell him how you
decided to let me help make it so large. And that it
was the proverbial 'done deal'."
She looked down at the large amount of goo between her
legs and at her splayed red labia. Then she felt her
opening. It was large. One of her fingers could enter
without touching either wall of her vagina. She knew
that it would close a lot after Arman was gone; still,
at the moment, it was a most impressive gaping space.
Thinking of Dave's penis, she remembered that he was
exactly as wide as two of her fingers. So, Jaimie
reached back down to her pussy. This time, she stuck
two fingers in her opening. Holding them in the center,
neither finger brushed a vaginal wall.
Arman had been watching all these maneuvers and was
curious. "What in the world are you thinking Jaimie?"
"Oh, nothing important, just calculating."
"When you are back in the USA, will Dave allow you to
find men with large penises?"
"After the way that he has talked about his own
fantasies, after his encouragement to work here, and
after my income has supported his schooling, he had
better. We were swingers back in North Carolina, and he
is just going to have to stay with it. He can allow me
to find the bigger guys, while he finds a girl with a
pussy the size of a small finger." She could not help
but laugh after saying that last nasty remark. "Anyway,
don't worry about that USA future domestic life. Worry
about over here and now. Like, how often will you be
dropping by to fuck me?" Jaimie was flashing a very
broad smile.
The realization that he had a committed nasty little
sex partner produced a satisfied smile on his face.
"Sooner than I had originally planned. I will try to
drop by several times a week for a while."
She looked back down at and reached to feel her damaged
pussy. "Uh, if you are able to arrange your visits, at
least until I get used to your size, can you arrange
them just before my day off? You know, apparently like
today was arranged by Kees "
He patted her head, brushed her cheek, fluffed her
slightly squashed hairdo and gently massaged her
shoulders. "Yes, how do you say it in the USA? 'You
betcha' ?"
As he was leaving, he stopped by the corner of the bed.
Jaimie sat there, still reflecting a sort of post fuck
shock. She was fairly oozed out, but still rubbing that
worn pussy. "At Slechts Groot there are no rules about
tipping. I live under those rules." And he handed her
200 guilder ($288 in American dollars of the era).
And for the next two weeks Arman drove 200 miles each
way, just to arrive at Aardbei in time to be the last
customer before her break day. Each time he gave her
200 guilder more. And, since late into his second
visit, he was able to also give her his entire 14.25
inches. The little American beauty was really becoming
one of his special harem of resized pussies. Without
even much of an eyebrow lift, Jaimie had also let Kees
assign her to alternate with Angie for the 10 PM show
duties. So, when she wasn't being drilled by one giant
penis, she was being drilled in both her pussy and ass
by two semi-giant penises None of this was accidental.
It all fit into Kees's plan, to continue to expand
Jaimie and her duties even further.
RE: those show duties. Batuu and Utumi enjoyed being
inside Jaimie. Her little body jerked, quivered, and
visually presented itself in its own special way. And
even though, both men were succeeding in making her
larger, she still was, of course, tighter than Angie.
How long that would continue was hard to say. Kees had
her working three shows during every work week. And
Jaimie's shows were always 10 to 15 minutes longer than
Angie's.
With his zeal about his new found erotic toy, Arman was
always at Aardbei on that third day of work. As long as
he did that, Kees allowed him to trump any other
activity of Jaimie's. By the end of that first two
weeks of visiting Jaimie, he had begun to truly fuck
Jaimie. That is, smooth complete strokes, sometimes
fast, with his full length. Jaimie had already proven
herself to be a tough little devil.
The amount and intensity of fucking that Jaimie took
each week must have been 'up there' with the greatest
of 'sluts'. There may have been a few girls somewhere
around the world, who fucked more frequently, but there
could not have been any girl getting the quality of
fucks by such quality penises at any similar frequency.
So, as far as standard whoredom, Jaimie was at the top
of the game. Of course, someday soon, she would learn
that there are non standard ways to get extreme wear
and tear.
In the mean time, her fucks with Arman were the most
spectacular. Those now regular fucks with very
irregular equipment were making the exact changes that
Arman had hoped for. Her vagina was feeling silky
smooth, and, by the end of each fuck, all stretched
out. Almost baggy at that point. He was getting her
pussy harem stamped. Frequently during both their
orgasms, Jaimie would tear a little more. Then, just as
predicted, any lengthwise tears or stretches would heal
closer to the new extreme in length. Under standard
daily conditions, those areas tended to pull back into
a more 'normal' range of length. Her width was
different.
Many times it was done accidently and within the
distraction of mutual bliss, but still, on such an
occasion, her pussy was very forcefully taken to a
slightly larger gauge. Such a 'tear' in width was
noticeable behind the inner labia - where it both
affected her opening's appearance while giving it a
more relaxed grip. Simply, it looked bigger and felt
bigger to the customer. Her two steady 9 inch guys told
her that they noticed her getting more loose. But, once
again, with the kinkiness of the Aardbei members, and
now the kinkiness of Jaimie's own life, it came out a
positive. That is, those two, sort of like Dave did
earlier, thought it was quite entertaining to see
Jaimie turned into a well used slut.
In fact, they derived such erotic stimulation by her
over use that they might as well have been Dave's
stand-ins. Stand-ins so turned on by poking a beauty,
who now was getting high quality mileage, that they
even encouraged her to see Arman more often It was
quite evident that those two 9 inchers represented the
same type of crowd that still loved to screw around
with Angie. Jaimie really needed no such encouragement.
Their physical documentation merely proved that she was
being successful at her new perverse goal of meeting as
many quality equipped men as she could. And she meant
up close and very personal.
Jaimie had become obsessive about obtaining the biggest
most solid mating connections, preferably a connection
that would extend through a good fraction of her body.
She would never ridicule the men with small or medium
sized penises. And the exposure to excessively large
penises and an excessive frequency of fucks was not
originally her choice. But, by this point into her
brothel career, she would have to be called one of the
all time size queens. Like most humans, she had no
thoughts of literally backing off on what had become a
pleasurable addiction. Her only choice was onward,
forward, and right down her one way street of overload
desires. For Jaimie now had 'big' expectations.
Everyday of every week, Jaimie tried to continue an
otherwise sensible routine of activities that needed to
be done during the daytime.
Long runs, dancing, and, of course, any local travel
and shopping all got done long before her evenings.
Then her world transformed back into what all organized
religions would define as sin. Even pompous religious
leaders, who do their own well hidden, would admit that
Jaimie was high quality sin. After 9 PM, she became
calm within a world of pure sexuality. Her Aardbei
world was always a wondrous sequence of all the various
types of fucks. And Jaimie still loved all the sexual
activities.
Rather than diminish, the increased frequency and
increased perversion only seemed to increase her
interest in sex. At the same time, her old puritanical
upbringing in the USA did become a very twisted
reference, by really making her feel guilty. But the
guilt now was only that she was having such a great
time doing her job, while others in the world might not
be enjoying their jobs.
To be continued...
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