Berlin and Amsterdam sex xx
I recently mentioned in my story about my holiday with Sandra that I’d made a previous trip abroad with her, to Berlin when the company I worked for, exhibited at the huge Messe Hall exhibition centre in the city. It must have been in the early nineties, as Germany, at that time was still using the Deutsche Mark but I can’t remember that exact date. I must have been in my late forties and Sandra about fifty, if that, just in her prime sexually and me, an up and coming manager, within the company.
We’d flown to Berlin on the Monday and, again, if my memory serves me right, due to fly home on the Thursday, Sandra travelling on the same plane, but not actually with me, as I was accompanied on the way out by one of the directors, who certainly wasn’t aware of my travelling companion!!!
Luckily he was only there for the first day and had gone back to the UK by the evening, allowing me to join Sandra at our rather nice hotel in the centre of Berlin. Unfortunately I had to spend all the daytime at the exhibition and only got to savour the delights of Sandra’s pussy during the evenings, leaving Sandra to fend for herself during the day, which I’m sure she did, although I usually didn’t ask and she usually didn’t tell !!!
Although this story starts in Berlin, it definitely doesn’t end there, in fact our time in Berlin was quite staid by, myself and Sandra’s standards. Yes we did go to a ‘swingers’ club one night and, yes, I fucked a rather curvaceous older woman and Sandra got fucked a couple of times by several hulking German studs but there was far too much leather, chains, whips and torture stuff for our liking and we left early. It just wasn’t our scene!!!
The story really begins when we were due to fly home on the Thursday evening, when things got interesting. I can’t remember for the life of me what happened but, basically Berlins Tegal airport together with most European airports were closed down. Was it the Icelandic volcano dust, some terrorist incident, air traffic strike or something else, anyway we had to go to Amsterdam by train for some reason, which we didn’t really mind as Sandra, had never been there and thought it all a great adventure.
Hotels were at a premium and we ended up, in a not very salubrious one, quite near to the red light area for a couple of nights. I’d been to Amsterdam a couple of times before, once with Mr Manning as a youngster, with teenage friends and even with my wife to visit the museums and all that, so I knew my way around and had told Sandra all about the sex shows and the red light areas. She was seriously excited.
You knew when Sandra was ‘on heat’ or ‘up for it’ as you might say, as her cunt, always damp/moist, always knickerless and always available, used to sort of tighten up a bit and her juices turned more milky, even creamy and the taste and smell used to change too, from a sweet salty taste to a much more, almost sweaty erotic musky smell and taste. I think for all the time we were there her cunt and, even her body, was exuding that aroma!!! The other thing, which I’ve probably mentioned before, was that her cunt was, like I said, always wet and welcoming and she could be fucked countless times, over an evening or session but once she eventually had an orgasm, her cunt, for maybe an hour or so afterwards, dried up completely and almost ‘closed over’ and thats when you really wanted to fuck her and when she enjoyed sex the best. She loved me to force my cock up her and fuck her really hard and I mean, hard, foreskin being ripped back, as she writhed in absolute pleasure, before one last final orgasm, then she was spent. If we were at a party when she was being, say gang banged, I always tried to catch her after she’d cum and get straight into her cunt because she was so hot at that moment. Sandra had the same thing about always cleaning and sucking my cock dry after I’d just fucked either her or any woman or girl, regardless, as she just loved fresh spunk.
We’d spent most mornings getting up late, visiting the odd museum, perhaps a canal ride, a late lunch before a lazy afternoon fuck before preparing for the evening’s ‘entertainment’. Sandra could dress to impress and always looked amazing but she could also look very tarty and cheap and Amsterdam allowed her to do exactly that, morning classy, evening, the perfect whore! Sandra wasn’t one for booze but she did like Dutch gin and, most nights, got quite ‘happy’ if you know what I mean, before we hit the red light area.
If you’ve ever been to Amsterdam, there is an area where women (and some men) advertise their wares in neon lit widows allowing you to peruse the goods and look before you buy. There’s also lots of clubs, mostly ripoffs for the thousands of sex tourists, who throng the narrow streets, and offer ‘live’ sex shows of varying quality. As we walked along the quaysides and narrow streets Sandra was like a kid in a sweet shop, ogling the scantily clad women posing in the widows as, if she could have had her life over again would definitely have been either a high class whore or one of the prostitutes in one of those windows. Most of the nights we were there, Sandra dressed just like the women in the widows, ultra short mini skirt, obviously no knickers, skin tight tee shirt, no bra and her favourite red knee length leather boots, always attracting, mostly good attention and making me a very proud and happy man.
Of course it wasn’t long before she was egging me on to ‘try’ one, which, and after not much persuasion ‘we’ did. I say we, as Sandra wasn’t going to miss out and she came in to ‘watch’. The room, or should I say cubicle, wasn’t much bigger than a very small bathroom with a single ‘bed’, a toilet and a small sink and it was definitely a squeeze for the three of us. The one Sandra had chosen for me was youngish, probably in her mid twenties, cute, bit oriental looking, big, probably false tits and a very skimpy bra and g string. If I remember rightly, most things then cost either twelve guilders for club entry and twenty guilders for straight sex, with extras on top of that, but I might be wrong. She didn’t speak much English but we had to pay an extra five guilders if Sandra wanted to watch, which we did. I’d been with whores in Amsterdam on all my previous visits, even the one when I came with my wife, when she’d gone shopping, so I knew the score.
She quickly stepped out of her g string and led out on the ‘bed’ inviting me into her, a very hairy cunt, which surprised us both as we thought she was shaved. Sandra rolled the rubber on my hard cock and I was soon giving her a good fucking watched by Sandra, playing and fingering her cunt, as she sat on the toilet pan. I suspect most guys don’t last that long in this scenario, but I found it all rather nice, a wet juicy cunt, a great fuck, girlfriend watching and the noise of people talking just behind the curtained window, all very arousing and I probably exceeded my ‘allotted’ time, before cumming up her. When I withdrew Sandra pulled off the rubber and sucked me dry, much to the surprise and amazement of the whore!!!
So much happened in those four or five days that it would take for ever to write it all down, but I’ll relate a few of the highlights that we did, whilst we were there. We went to several ‘clubs’, one in particular where there were lives shows and at this one, the black guy fucking the women (the studs always seemed to be black!) had an enormously long and quite thick cock, must have been well over twelve or more inches long and must have saw Sandra fingering herself whilst she watched him fucking on stage, we were in the front row, as he asked the audience, waving his cock around, if anyone would like to give it a try. There must have been a dozen guys in the audience and, I’m pretty sure Sandra was the only woman, well she was the only one to get up on the stage anyway. I was never surprised, or embarrassed for that matter, at any of her antics and not so this time either, as she soon had her shirt up around here waist and lent back against the wooden contraption that he’d fucked the other whores up against, although I must say I was a bit surprised she took him bareback. Anyway they fucked away, Sandra seemly taking his huge cock with aplomb, the audience entering into the spirit and shouting encouragement, for a good fifteen minutes or so, before the next girl arrived and took over from her and she exited ‘stage left’, as they say, pulling down her skirt, to much applause. Another club we went too, several Thai girls played blow football by shoving ping pong balls up their cunts and even similar tricks aiming at targets !!! It was amazing what they could do with their cunts.
Of course Sandra, above all things, wanted to stand in one of those windows and we luckily got chatting, in one of the brown cafes, one evening, to a guy who ‘ran’ a couple of whores and offered her a one hour slot in one of his windows, as long as she gave him fifty percent of any earnings. We did have a tiny problem in that Sandra, didn’t have any sexy undies, definitely no knickers, so I had to quickly buy some for her, before she went ‘on duty’. I have to say, and I’m probably biased, but she did look amazing, best looker on her street and she very soon attracted a lot of attention from the punters and, within minutes, I watched as she opened the door for her first client, pulled the curtain across, before only about five or six minutes later, ushering him out, a young lad of eighteen or so. I was keeping an eye on her from opposite and I think, in the hour she was whoring, she must had had at least five or six, mostly white middle aged men, one who was in there, what seemed ages, but mostly five to ten minutes on average. I think she made over two hundred guilders but had to give a fair chunk to her ‘pimp’ !! She absolutely loved it and the thought of having a ‘pimp’ definitely turned her on. Sex that night was out of this world, as her cunt tightened up so much, as she orgasmed, practically as soon as we got back to the hotel room, and her cunt didn’t get wet again till morning.
Sandra, most of the nights we were there, picked out one of the window whores for me, usually early on in the evening, to allow for me time to recover from fucking her. I can remember, I had a gorgeous black one and, another one, a brassy blond from Romania with huge tits, who was a great fuck, plus three or four more, all of whom she came in with me and watched. She was very keen for me to go with one of the gay transsexual window whores, but I’d heard bad stories, at that time, about aids, so I didn’t go there. I had fucked, and been fucked by a couple, when I’d previously gone to Amsterdam with Mr Vaughn, when I was much younger, so I wasn’t too fussed.
My personal favourite haunt was a large terraced house, still in the red light area, where about twenty or thirty girls stood around in corridors and rooms, more scantily dressed than in the ‘windows’ and where you could talk and barter down the prices with them. You could see them better too, a few even let you touch their tits and pussies, which I found incredibly erotic and wonderful, just mingling with them, smelling there cheap perfumes, I can still imagine that smell, even today !Sandra came with me once or twice, but mostly I went there on my own and I got quite friendly with one gorgeous girl called Anna, the right age for me, who was a great fuck and I went with her, pretty well, every time she was there and available.
Eventually, the planes and trains got their act together and we came home on the Eurostar train, I think from Paris, our European trip at an end. It took months for Sandra to stop talking about that trip, especially bragging to her daughter Sarah, but she did come home with one little memento, in the form of something nasty she ‘caught’, which kept her quiet, sex wise, for a couple of week’s. I’m amazed that I got away scot free and, luckily, considering what, who and how many whores I’d fucked during that trip, was a feat in itself but, unlike Sandra I did wear a rubber, well let’s say ‘most’ of the time but I didn’t with my Anna!!!!
We’d flown to Berlin on the Monday and, again, if my memory serves me right, due to fly home on the Thursday, Sandra travelling on the same plane, but not actually with me, as I was accompanied on the way out by one of the directors, who certainly wasn’t aware of my travelling companion!!!
Luckily he was only there for the first day and had gone back to the UK by the evening, allowing me to join Sandra at our rather nice hotel in the centre of Berlin. Unfortunately I had to spend all the daytime at the exhibition and only got to savour the delights of Sandra’s pussy during the evenings, leaving Sandra to fend for herself during the day, which I’m sure she did, although I usually didn’t ask and she usually didn’t tell !!!
Although this story starts in Berlin, it definitely doesn’t end there, in fact our time in Berlin was quite staid by, myself and Sandra’s standards. Yes we did go to a ‘swingers’ club one night and, yes, I fucked a rather curvaceous older woman and Sandra got fucked a couple of times by several hulking German studs but there was far too much leather, chains, whips and torture stuff for our liking and we left early. It just wasn’t our scene!!!
The story really begins when we were due to fly home on the Thursday evening, when things got interesting. I can’t remember for the life of me what happened but, basically Berlins Tegal airport together with most European airports were closed down. Was it the Icelandic volcano dust, some terrorist incident, air traffic strike or something else, anyway we had to go to Amsterdam by train for some reason, which we didn’t really mind as Sandra, had never been there and thought it all a great adventure.
Hotels were at a premium and we ended up, in a not very salubrious one, quite near to the red light area for a couple of nights. I’d been to Amsterdam a couple of times before, once with Mr Manning as a youngster, with teenage friends and even with my wife to visit the museums and all that, so I knew my way around and had told Sandra all about the sex shows and the red light areas. She was seriously excited.
You knew when Sandra was ‘on heat’ or ‘up for it’ as you might say, as her cunt, always damp/moist, always knickerless and always available, used to sort of tighten up a bit and her juices turned more milky, even creamy and the taste and smell used to change too, from a sweet salty taste to a much more, almost sweaty erotic musky smell and taste. I think for all the time we were there her cunt and, even her body, was exuding that aroma!!! The other thing, which I’ve probably mentioned before, was that her cunt was, like I said, always wet and welcoming and she could be fucked countless times, over an evening or session but once she eventually had an orgasm, her cunt, for maybe an hour or so afterwards, dried up completely and almost ‘closed over’ and thats when you really wanted to fuck her and when she enjoyed sex the best. She loved me to force my cock up her and fuck her really hard and I mean, hard, foreskin being ripped back, as she writhed in absolute pleasure, before one last final orgasm, then she was spent. If we were at a party when she was being, say gang banged, I always tried to catch her after she’d cum and get straight into her cunt because she was so hot at that moment. Sandra had the same thing about always cleaning and sucking my cock dry after I’d just fucked either her or any woman or girl, regardless, as she just loved fresh spunk.
We’d spent most mornings getting up late, visiting the odd museum, perhaps a canal ride, a late lunch before a lazy afternoon fuck before preparing for the evening’s ‘entertainment’. Sandra could dress to impress and always looked amazing but she could also look very tarty and cheap and Amsterdam allowed her to do exactly that, morning classy, evening, the perfect whore! Sandra wasn’t one for booze but she did like Dutch gin and, most nights, got quite ‘happy’ if you know what I mean, before we hit the red light area.
If you’ve ever been to Amsterdam, there is an area where women (and some men) advertise their wares in neon lit widows allowing you to peruse the goods and look before you buy. There’s also lots of clubs, mostly ripoffs for the thousands of sex tourists, who throng the narrow streets, and offer ‘live’ sex shows of varying quality. As we walked along the quaysides and narrow streets Sandra was like a kid in a sweet shop, ogling the scantily clad women posing in the widows as, if she could have had her life over again would definitely have been either a high class whore or one of the prostitutes in one of those windows. Most of the nights we were there, Sandra dressed just like the women in the widows, ultra short mini skirt, obviously no knickers, skin tight tee shirt, no bra and her favourite red knee length leather boots, always attracting, mostly good attention and making me a very proud and happy man.
Of course it wasn’t long before she was egging me on to ‘try’ one, which, and after not much persuasion ‘we’ did. I say we, as Sandra wasn’t going to miss out and she came in to ‘watch’. The room, or should I say cubicle, wasn’t much bigger than a very small bathroom with a single ‘bed’, a toilet and a small sink and it was definitely a squeeze for the three of us. The one Sandra had chosen for me was youngish, probably in her mid twenties, cute, bit oriental looking, big, probably false tits and a very skimpy bra and g string. If I remember rightly, most things then cost either twelve guilders for club entry and twenty guilders for straight sex, with extras on top of that, but I might be wrong. She didn’t speak much English but we had to pay an extra five guilders if Sandra wanted to watch, which we did. I’d been with whores in Amsterdam on all my previous visits, even the one when I came with my wife, when she’d gone shopping, so I knew the score.
She quickly stepped out of her g string and led out on the ‘bed’ inviting me into her, a very hairy cunt, which surprised us both as we thought she was shaved. Sandra rolled the rubber on my hard cock and I was soon giving her a good fucking watched by Sandra, playing and fingering her cunt, as she sat on the toilet pan. I suspect most guys don’t last that long in this scenario, but I found it all rather nice, a wet juicy cunt, a great fuck, girlfriend watching and the noise of people talking just behind the curtained window, all very arousing and I probably exceeded my ‘allotted’ time, before cumming up her. When I withdrew Sandra pulled off the rubber and sucked me dry, much to the surprise and amazement of the whore!!!
So much happened in those four or five days that it would take for ever to write it all down, but I’ll relate a few of the highlights that we did, whilst we were there. We went to several ‘clubs’, one in particular where there were lives shows and at this one, the black guy fucking the women (the studs always seemed to be black!) had an enormously long and quite thick cock, must have been well over twelve or more inches long and must have saw Sandra fingering herself whilst she watched him fucking on stage, we were in the front row, as he asked the audience, waving his cock around, if anyone would like to give it a try. There must have been a dozen guys in the audience and, I’m pretty sure Sandra was the only woman, well she was the only one to get up on the stage anyway. I was never surprised, or embarrassed for that matter, at any of her antics and not so this time either, as she soon had her shirt up around here waist and lent back against the wooden contraption that he’d fucked the other whores up against, although I must say I was a bit surprised she took him bareback. Anyway they fucked away, Sandra seemly taking his huge cock with aplomb, the audience entering into the spirit and shouting encouragement, for a good fifteen minutes or so, before the next girl arrived and took over from her and she exited ‘stage left’, as they say, pulling down her skirt, to much applause. Another club we went too, several Thai girls played blow football by shoving ping pong balls up their cunts and even similar tricks aiming at targets !!! It was amazing what they could do with their cunts.
Of course Sandra, above all things, wanted to stand in one of those windows and we luckily got chatting, in one of the brown cafes, one evening, to a guy who ‘ran’ a couple of whores and offered her a one hour slot in one of his windows, as long as she gave him fifty percent of any earnings. We did have a tiny problem in that Sandra, didn’t have any sexy undies, definitely no knickers, so I had to quickly buy some for her, before she went ‘on duty’. I have to say, and I’m probably biased, but she did look amazing, best looker on her street and she very soon attracted a lot of attention from the punters and, within minutes, I watched as she opened the door for her first client, pulled the curtain across, before only about five or six minutes later, ushering him out, a young lad of eighteen or so. I was keeping an eye on her from opposite and I think, in the hour she was whoring, she must had had at least five or six, mostly white middle aged men, one who was in there, what seemed ages, but mostly five to ten minutes on average. I think she made over two hundred guilders but had to give a fair chunk to her ‘pimp’ !! She absolutely loved it and the thought of having a ‘pimp’ definitely turned her on. Sex that night was out of this world, as her cunt tightened up so much, as she orgasmed, practically as soon as we got back to the hotel room, and her cunt didn’t get wet again till morning.
Sandra, most of the nights we were there, picked out one of the window whores for me, usually early on in the evening, to allow for me time to recover from fucking her. I can remember, I had a gorgeous black one and, another one, a brassy blond from Romania with huge tits, who was a great fuck, plus three or four more, all of whom she came in with me and watched. She was very keen for me to go with one of the gay transsexual window whores, but I’d heard bad stories, at that time, about aids, so I didn’t go there. I had fucked, and been fucked by a couple, when I’d previously gone to Amsterdam with Mr Vaughn, when I was much younger, so I wasn’t too fussed.
My personal favourite haunt was a large terraced house, still in the red light area, where about twenty or thirty girls stood around in corridors and rooms, more scantily dressed than in the ‘windows’ and where you could talk and barter down the prices with them. You could see them better too, a few even let you touch their tits and pussies, which I found incredibly erotic and wonderful, just mingling with them, smelling there cheap perfumes, I can still imagine that smell, even today !Sandra came with me once or twice, but mostly I went there on my own and I got quite friendly with one gorgeous girl called Anna, the right age for me, who was a great fuck and I went with her, pretty well, every time she was there and available.
Eventually, the planes and trains got their act together and we came home on the Eurostar train, I think from Paris, our European trip at an end. It took months for Sandra to stop talking about that trip, especially bragging to her daughter Sarah, but she did come home with one little memento, in the form of something nasty she ‘caught’, which kept her quiet, sex wise, for a couple of week’s. I’m amazed that I got away scot free and, luckily, considering what, who and how many whores I’d fucked during that trip, was a feat in itself but, unlike Sandra I did wear a rubber, well let’s say ‘most’ of the time but I didn’t with my Anna!!!!
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