The next chapter of Charlotte's story. All translations were done through Google translate so I apologise if the context is wrong.
We land in Amsterdam in the early evening, a bus waiting to take the various groups to their hotels. After checking in and heading our rooms, Sally and I in a twin room with a double bed each to ourselves, Becks, Amy (work) and Alice are in a triple, Sally calls Josh and I phone my mom to tell them we’ve arrived safely before we each take a shower and get dressed for dinner. We meet the others by the hotel restaurant, having an opulent meal and then on to the bar for drinks, where Sally encourages me to chat and flirt with a couple of local guys. My early nerves are easily quelled with a few drinks and I quite enjoy myself, especially when they start to teach me a few dirty phrases in Dutch like “Mag ik aan je penis zuigen?” (May I suck your penis?), “Je tong voelt heerlijk aan op mijn borsten” (Your tongue feels wonderful on my breasts) and “Neuk me hard en diep” (Fuck me hard and deep).
Welcome back to my story. I’m Charlotte or Charley for short and I guess I should recap the last 18 months for those who skipped the last chapter.
Andy’s death hit me hard, as you probably guessed, and I found it very difficult to move on. After I had a major confrontation with Andy’s mother at his wake, Jordan tried to force himself on me leading to him being barred from the pub after receiving a badly bruised cheek from Josh and busted balls from Mae. I made a shrine to Andy, putting his dress uniform on a mannequin, it was left to me with some other items by his mom who took her own life shortly after the funeral. To help me with my grief I got a job picking shopping at Leon’s old workplace, making new friends and going on a series of “party bus” trips. On a few of these trips my behaviour became very lewd, giving one guy Handjob on the dance floor, sucking another’s cock on different trip and letting a third guy finger me to orgasm on a different trip. During this time I also have my first birthday in my new form, end up swapping to a different role on my department, becoming an agony aunt/den mother in the process and with my second birthday rapidly approaching, my BFF Sally conspires with the girls at my work to try to get me to finally let go on a girls only holiday to Amsterdam, a plan that is currently in motion. Didn’t take long to catch you up!
Unfortunately, things can go no further than flirting with Lars and Jens as they are both in relationships, though they would happily take me on a date if that wasn’t the case (thanks for the embarrassment of you asking, Sally). We ladies spend the rest of the evening drinking and dancing, the fact that I’ll probably never see any of the guys we dance with again helping me to let go, getting up close and personal with a few of them but nothing like what I did on the bus trips.
We spend an hour in mine and Sally’s room, discussing our plans for the next day, the other girls tease me encouragingly over my actions with the men, Sally commenting that I’m much more like how I used to be around Andy. The others retire for the night and Sally and I chat for a little while.
“I’m glad you’re back, Charley.” She says sincerely, leaning on her side and looking at me from her bed. “That other version of you wasn’t much fun.”
“I’m not quite there yet,” I reply solemnly. “I still need to go all the way with a guy.”
“So you’re going to?” she sits up, staring at me in the low lamplight.
“I want to, it’s just... finding one I like enough to do so.”
“Can’t it be any guy? There’s plenty around.”
“I’d rather it was someone I have a connection with. Maybe after a couple of dates or something.”
“Oh Charley,” she sighs, shaking her head a little. “You really need to let go. Live now, settle later.”
“That’s easy for you to say, you have someone.”
“Yeah, I know.” She huffs loudly, a sad tone on her voice.
“You ok?” I sit up a little, watching as she lays on her back and stares at the ceiling. “You’re not having problems again are you?”
“No, it’s... you won’t think I’m being soppy, will you?”
“Of course not, what’s wrong?”
She rolls onto her side, looking at me again. “This is the first night we’ve been apart since we moved in together. I miss him.”
“I know the feeling, you’re missing his presence, the way he holds you. I was the same both times Andy left for the army.”
“How did you cope?”
“I had Mr Snuggles, not entirely the same but it helped.”
“Maybe I should have brought Chicken McFluff with me.” We both laugh, I yawn heavily.
“I’m calling it,” I say with another large yawn. “Try cuddling a pillow, or if you get too lonely you can cuddle up to me if you want.”
“Thanks.” She says, turning out the light.
It’s not long before I feel the sheet move and her weight in my bed, her arms slipping around me from behind and resting on my stomach as she holds me close.
I wake to a sensation I haven’t felt in bed for a long while, hands squeezing and caressing my breasts through my silk nightie.
“Mmmm Andy, you’re horny aren’t you?” I murmur, my mind still half asleep. My eyes snap open as the realisation hits that it can’t be him, my mind clears instantly and I remember where I am. “Sally... Sal... SALLY!” I yell and she jerks awake, realising where her hands are she pulls them away and shifts back.
“Charley, I'm so sorry!” she gasps, turning beetroot red as I roll on the spot to face her.
“No problem,” I chuckle. “it was quite nice despite the shock.”
“I, uh... I was dreaming about that foursome we had.” She confesses, looking down shyly.
“That definitely was a lot of fun. Did it bother you, swapping partners?”
“A little, but it was caused by confusion. Andy had a wonderful cock didn’t he!”
“Mmmm.” I nod in agreement. “Josh’s is pretty good too. I get why you’re missing him.”
“Do you still have that dildo? The one moulded from Andy’s dick.”
“Still my favourite toy,” I confess, smiling serenely. “Trouble is plastic is no substitute for a nice hunk of wood.”
“Can I ask something a little personal?”
“Sally!” I chuckle. “You know you can.”
“What’s the most memorable sex you and Andy had?”
“The most memorable...” I muse, tapping my chin with my finger. “probably... in Loch Morlich.”
“IN the Loch? Sex in water can be dangerous, can’t it?”
“Not if he’s already inside you when you enter the water and doesn’t slip out.”
“Will you tell me about it?” she asks with pleading eyes.
“Sure. The first thing I’ll say is you HAVE to try it!” waving my hands to emphasise my point. “He picked me up and had me wrap my arms around his neck before sliding down his cock. Then, supporting me with his hands under my ass, he kind of... waddled us into the water until it was up to our waists...” I notice a circular movement under the sheets. “Sally, are you playing with yourself?”
She blushes profusely but doesn’t stop. “I can’t help it, you’re making me horny, Josh and I would normally be fucking by now. Tell me more, pleeeeeeeeeeease.”
“What are you like?” I chuckle. “The best part about it is two-fold. Firstly, neither of you has to make any effort, the waves do it all for you. Secondly, the water rushing and swirling over all your most sensitive areas... Mmmmm heavenly!”
I pause to watch her, her eyes closed, little gasps escaping her as the movements grow more intense. I have to admit that the sight is making me wet.
“Mmmmmm....” she moans, her mouth opening wide as she gasps. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” It’s getting hard to resist touching myself as she pushes herself closer to release, starting to squeak in that cute way she does when she’s close, my own pussy starting to throb with need.
“Then he took us deeper, only a few steps but the affect was incredible, the waves moving me faster and harder on his dick, the penetration deeper, the increased movement and pressure of the water on my clit and pussy... God I came so hard! In fact I lost count how many times I climaxed! And his own orgasm... it filled me so full I was leaking for hours!”
“AAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Sally cums, screaming loudly. The sight making my pussy tremble with need. I get out of bed, running to the ensuite and using the shower head to bring myself to my own knee trembling climax, my hand stifling my moans and screams. As I come down I feel a little guilty getting myself off over the sight of my best friend masturbating. I quickly wash and put on a robe, walking back into the room.
“Good orgasm?” Sally’s voice making me jump. I turn and see her already dressed and applying some make up. “You were so loud not even stifling it could hide what you were up to.”
“I couldn’t help it” it’s my turn to blush. “you look so hot when you cum.”
“I’m going to call Josh quickly.” She says with an odd tone. “and you need to get dressed, we’re meeting the others in 10 minutes. Oh, dress warm.” (it is January).
I let our a small ‘eek!’, heading quickly to the wardrobe and grabbing some jeans, underwear, t-shirt, socks and a jumper. I head to the bathroom, dressing quickly and putting on a little light make up before walking back in to put on some boots. As I do I overhear Sally on the phone. “So, you’re ok with it?” she says quietly before saying “I love you” and ending the call.
“All good?” I ask as I tie my boots, grabbing my black leather jacket and putting it on, slipping my purse into a zippered pocket inside.
“Yeah, just suggesting a trip to Loch Morlich to him.” She says with a sly grin. “Now, lets go meet the others.”
We have breakfast and spend the day doing the usual touristy shit, for the morning we take in various sights and lunch in a hash bar where we share a couple of joints. Unfortunately for me, my higher metabolism means the weed has little effect on me, so I mainly leave it to the others to enjoy, laughing at their antics. In the afternoon we check out the infamous red light district and the Red Light Secrets Museum, the items and stories within stirring my passions. As we walk past the numerous windows it becomes very apparent that you can choose any type of woman to have ‘fun’ with, there are a few males but they’re harder to find. There’s tall, short, thin, not so thin, from old to my age and then young (some worryingly close to “too”), even people you could describe with words that start with “D” or “M” that I’m not going to write as I know some people don’t like those words.
The afternoon seems to awaken something in us all, though I think the brownies Alice shared out between us (I found out later that they were ‘special’ ones) were a contributing factor, as during dinner we’re all making and doing sexy things with our food, giggling more than usual. The bar is no better, we dance very dirtily with a group guys, well except Sally, who’s keeping a guy company with polite chatter whilst I let his friend touch me in some interesting (if you get my drift) places and shove my tongue down his throat, rubbing his growing bulge through his trousers with vigour.
Unfortunately that soon ends when their wives (they could have shared that info!) enter the bar and retrieve them, each getting a slap whilst we get filthy looks. As they drag them away they keep looking back at us with disgust, one of them saying “Engelse meiden neuken!” (Fucking English girls!) as they walk out the door.
To be honest, we have a good laugh about that in our room (except for Becks, as she has a bit of a man hating complex at the moment. Her boyfriend dumped her just before the trip and She’s just had a rebound guy turn out to be wed already) whilst planning the following days activities before the others head to bed leaving Sally and I alone, she joins me on my mine with an excited grin on her face.
“You were really going for it with that guy,” she grins half kneeling on top of the sheet. “Shame he was married.”
“I know,” I say, slightly exasperated and rolling my eyes. “kept that bloody quiet, didn’t they?!”
“Do you think you would have?” she leans in conspiratorially. “If his wife hadn’t turned up.”
“I was tempted, I’ll admit.” I sigh. “Another 30 seconds and I’d have asked you for an hour alone with him in here.”
“What happened to ‘having a connection’?”
“Don’t get me wrong, I’d still prefer that but... maybe you’re right. Maybe I should just fuck someone, the itch is getting unbearable.”
“Maybe we can try to stay the itch for a little while.” She says slyly with a mischievous grin. “You did say ‘someone’...”
“What do you mean?” I ask, confused.
“This...” She leans in, planting a strong kiss on my closed lips, my eyes growing wide in shock even after she pulls back.
“Sally! What...? What...? Why would you...?” I stammer.
“You don’t want to?” she asks, looking a little dejected.
“Well, I mean yes... er... no... I mean... what about Josh?”
“He’s cool with it, he knows it’s just a little fun between best friends and I think that it could be the final push you need to finally get yourself some cock. That’s why I called him this morning, to ask if we could.”
“He is? You did? You really think that it could help?” I ask sincerely.
“Can’t hurt to try.” She purrs, running her finger along my arm sending a shiver through me. “Wanna?”
The quiver in my pussy decides for me, I lean towards her, taking her face in my hands and kissing her passionately, my tongue pushing between her lips searching for hers. She returns the kiss, our tongues twirling as our hands start to lightly roam each other’s curves, my right delving beneath her nightie and tickling the firm flesh of her left breast as my left slides along her back, her left hand cupping my ass cheek beneath my silk slip and squeezing slowly as her right teases my inner thigh with its fingertips.
Our kiss becomes deeper and more urgent as we tease and caress each other, avoiding our nipples, clit and pussy lips helping to increase our desire, making us moan and gasp wantonly into the other’s mouth. We break the kiss only to pull each other’s garments off before resuming, our caresses growing stronger, more needy as the desire drives us crazy. I lean my head back and gasp loudly as Sally’s fingers slip inside my pussy and she kisses my neck as she finger fucks me, rubbing my clit with her thumb. I dig the nails of my left hand into her back as she pumps my soaking hole with her digits, grunting with her furious movements as my velvety walls clench and tremble around them. Suddenly pulling them out and leaving me gasping for breath, she lifts them to her mouth and I watch through hooded eyes as she sucks my glistening juices from them.
With a hungry snarl she pushes me onto my back, my head raised on the pillow, and straddles me, pushing another pillow beneath my ass and raising my hips before pushing her pussy against my mouth and starting to lick mine, sucking on my outer lips as her tongue sweeps along my slit sending sparks through me. I reach up and spread her ass cheeks, giving myself better access as I run my tongue over her clit and lips, sweeping up and down over her soft flesh and tasting her early juices, their sweetness making me want more and I lick harder, parting her folds with my tip, nudging her quivering entrance.
She moans into my pussy as I suck on her lips and tease her entrance, the vibrations heightening my pleasure and I groan into hers, my probing tongue transferring the sound to her soft walls and increasing the power of her moan, which in turn increases mine in a viscous cycle that helps drive us closer to our releases. Groaning crazily I suck on her lips hard as I tongue fuck her trembling hole, her own mouth hungrily moaning and sucking at my womanhood, her tongue twirling hard on my clit and driving me wild. With a unified scream we climax together, each of us sucking the other through her orgasm and gulping the resulting river of juices, our bodies quivering and convulsing as we ride the waves of pleasure. Finally pulling away we both pant heavily, our aftershocks simultaneous as we come down, Sally unsteadily climbing off me and cuddling close, both of us have a stupefied grin on our face as we share a mischievous giggle in each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow of our shared experience.
“What are you doing?” Sally asks a few minutes later as my right hand reaches down and caresses her inner thigh, just above her knee.
“You’ll see.” I reply, a cheeky chuckle escaping my lips as I walk my fingers up her leg, teasing her silky skin at random intervals, gradually working its way to her sensitive mound.
“Mmmm, that feels so good.” She purrs as my fingers graze the smooth flesh around her labia, teasing gently. With a wicked grin, I lightly stroke her outer lips, the touch of my fingertips on her still extremely sensitive folds making her jump and yelp before she gasps in pleasure. Another slightly harder touch has her squirming and moaning.
“You bitch!” she growls, reaching with her right hand for my own sensitive pussy and sending a large quiver through my body as her touch shoots signals of bliss straight to my brain. We tease and rub each others twitching lips before slipping our fingers inside, finger fucking our best friend and thumbing their clit, my fingers curling to stimulate her g spot as she plays with mine, both of us gasping and groaning as we increase the pace, our fingers drenched in each other’s juices.
As our combined cries of pleasure intensify, I worry the others may hear from their room so I kiss her, our tongues dancing as we push each other towards orgasm, our fingers pumping each other’s soaking, quivering holes as our thumbs brutalise our clits. Our bodies jerk and twitch as we near release, our long cries almost unified as we kiss deeper, both nearly out of our minds with ecstasy.
Sally pops first, her body convulsing beside me making it hard to hold the kiss and keep my fingers inside her, her scream of pleasure barely muffled by my lips. I soon follow suit, groaning deeply into her mouth as my body jerks as pure heaven washes over me, making it hard too for her to continue.
As we come down our fingers slow, eventually slipping out as we break the kiss, both panting hard, our eyes heavy with satisfied lust. We lay back, still cuddled close, giggling as we share glances, the room stinking of our sex.
We lie there, chatting about nothing and gently caressing each other. I have to admit, I do feel different inside.
“Thanks, Sal.” I say sincerely, stroking her arm with my fingertips. “I think it may have worked.”
“Really?” she looked at me with a little surprise. “How?”
“Huh?” I ask, a little distracted by my thoughts.
“How do you know?”
“Just a feeling, I’m lighter inside, like a weight is gone.”
“Maybe it will manifest itself at your surprise tomorrow night.”
“What surprise?” I raise an eyebrow.
“You’ll find out tomorrow. Now, its getting late, we’d better sleep.” She kisses my forehead and rolls over, pulling me with her so I’m spooning her before turning off the lamp and placing my hand on her breast. I don’t move it.
I wake feeling happily serene, like I’ve dumped a lot of baggage during my slumber. I gently prise my hand from Sally’s breast, earning a slight moan in her sleep and gently slip out of bed, heading to and taking a long, refreshing shower. Once dry I retrieve my nightie from the floor and slip it back on before making a coffee and stepping out onto the balcony, leaning on the railing and sipping my drink as I take in the morning skyline. Hearing a wolf whistle from below I look down to see three men, about my age, looking up at me from three floors below and realise that I’m not wearing any panties, giving them a nice view.
This time yesterday I would have pushed my skirt down and tried to hide myself or run back into the room, but today... today I decide to spread my legs a little and raise the hem of my nightie to give them a better look at my bald pussy for a few minutes, much to their delight, their joyful “whoops” and whistles echoing between the surrounding buildings. The fun ends when they manage to spot a policeman approaching and shout a warning in Dutch, I give them a wave of thanks and blow a kiss before heading back inside, my heart hammering with nerves and exhilaration.
“Did I hear something outside?” Sally asks groggily, her morning hair a testament to our illicit encounter, though she covers herself with the sheet. “Some sort of commotion?”
“I was helping to raise the spirits of some local men.” I grin mischievously as Sally looks at me, bemused.
“How?” she asks, frowning hard.
“Like this...” I chuckle, raising the front of my nightie and revealing my bare womanhood.
“You flashed them?”
“Not intentionally at first,” I blush “but when I realised... I didn’t care. I let them have a good look.”
“Charley! You absolute slut!” she giggles. “Like, for real?”
“Yep, spread my legs a bit and lifted my skirt. Until a policeman came along.”
“What?! Are they going to come banging on the door and arrest you?” her eyes wide with fear.
“Nah, the guys warned me in time. It’s safe.” A thoughtful expression passes over her face peaking my interest. “what’s going through your mind, Sal? Tell me.”
“Ok, I’ve got a challenge for you. Where are your bras?” she asks, getting out of bed. I can’t help but take in the sight of her naked body, remembering what we did last night.
“Over there,” I point at the chest of drawers. “top drawer.”
She goes over and starts sorting through my underwear, finally holding up a particular bra, made of a very sheer material that does literally nothing to hide my assets from view. I don’t know why I brought it with me, something inside just said to.
“Your challenge is, you wear this and at some point today, if you feel brave enough, you flash your tits to a random guy.” She states, throwing it to me.
“Are you serious?” I gasp, holding the bra by a strap, letting it hang. “They’ll see everything!”
“Exactly,” she smirks. “that’s the point. Now get dressed, I’m having a shower and I want to see you in it before we go to breakfast.”
I watch, dumbfounded, as she walks into the ensuite and I hear her turn on the shower. Heading to my wardrobe I pick out a very tight pair of jeans, a crop top that shows my belly and a white woollen sweater that hugs my curves. I take off my nightie and drop it into my washing bag before choosing a pair of panties that match the bra’s slight tan colour, a nice, soft lacy pair and put them on, slipping on my jeans and then the bra. As Sally returns wearing a towel robe I'm looking at myself in the full length mirror, turning to see exactly what is revealed at different angles. It definitely leaves nothing to the imagination, especially when my very visible nipples harden as the idea of flashing a guy starts to turn me on.
“Are you really sure about this?” I look at her, a little gobsmacked with how brazen she wants me to be.
“Absolutely,” she says, crossing her arms. “now to make sure you don’t chicken out and change it I want you to put the rest of your clothes on in front of me.”
“Yes, Ma’am!” I salute, slipping on the crop top and sweater, retrieving a pair of long boots from the wardrobe and putting them on. As she dresses I apply my make up, a little more than usual, finally grabbing my jacket and folding it over my arm, my purse still in the inside pocket. “Ready?” I ask a little more bluntly than I intend, my heart racing at the prospect of my challenge.
“Nearly,” she puts on her own make up and grabs her things, linking her arm through mine as we leave the room and head to meet the girls.
Breakfast is uneventful, if the others did hear us last night, they make no hint. Sally and I act like nothing happened, talking about the usual subjects and the days plans, the four of them looking at each other conspiratorially when my ‘surprise’ this evening is mentioned, a simple “we’re on” from Sally being the only thing that’s said about it.
We head to the Zaanse Schans windmill village by train, spending the morning exploring the various mills and trades, even heading up the inside of a couple for a closer look. We take in the clog and cheese making demonstrations, watch the weavers, wander around the museum, I notice Sally glancing at me repeatedly whilst we’re in the village and urging me to complete the challenge but there’s too many families with young children about and I don’t want to risk them seeing the spectacle. We have a light lunch in one of the cafes before heading back to the city mid afternoon to do a little shopping,
At Amy’s random suggestion we take an open topped bus tour of the city, stopping at all the sights, some we saw yesterday and others we didn’t get the chance to. The bus stops next to a bar with a group of six guys sat at an outside table, they spot us, starting to wave and shout to us, gesturing at their chests in the hope of a cheeky display.
“Oh my God! They want us to flash them!” Alice giggles in amusement, looking between each of us before turning back to the men and shouting. “It’s a no from me guys! Sorry!”
“Well I’ve had three kids, they ain’t gonna want to see my saggy milkers!” says Amy, folding her arms.
“Not a chance in hell. MALE PIGS!” Becks yells at them.
“Well, I’m attached so that just leaves...” Sally states with a sly look and grin at me.
“Hahaha! No way Charley’s doing it, she’s to prudish to show her ti....” Alice stops in shock as I step to the side of the bus, glance quickly to see if there’s anyone around and lift my tops, showing the men my 36D breasts in their “hide nothing from view” sheer bra and letting them look for a good two minutes until the bus pulls off from the lights.
Pulling my clothing back down I resume my seat, my cheeks burning almost as hot as my womanhood, the thrill making me want to play with myself then and there.
“Damn, girl!” Amy says in awe. “You actually did it!”
“Fuck, Charley! That was... Bold!” Alice stammers.
“Urgh! Showing yourself for male gratification. Bit slutty.” Becks huffs.
“How do you feel?” Sally leans in and whispers.
“Like I need a nice big, hard cock inside me!” I whisper back with a sly grin. Little did I know I was about to get more than I bargained for.
Before I go into the evenings events, I’d like to tell you about my outfit. Every woman you know has one of these (when they come of age), your sister, daughter, mom, auntie, niece, even your grandma, from the most promiscuous to the meek, mousey types. For some it’s a staple of their wardrobe while for others it will be worn once, maybe twice. It’s usually referred to as the LBD, the Little Black Dress, it’s tight and short, very short. It accentuates a girl’s every curve and leaves very little to the imagination, it’s almost an unspoken right of passage from girlhood to womanhood. Put simply, it’s designed to make a woman feel her most sexy and desirable, even if she is the only one to ever see it.
My LBD is a very tiny dress with thin, removable straps and a hemline that stops just below my crotch, meaning any small movement will reveal a damn good view of my underwear, if I’m wearing any. I bought it just after I was told that changing me back to Leon was impossible, when I was still questioning if I really was as attractive as people kept telling me and was also a contender in the outfits I was choosing from to wear when I decided to punish my new body (and we all know how that worked out). Pair that with some seductive make up, tiny pink panties and killer high heels for an idea of the level of male attention I’m going to receive tonight.
The evening’s plan is a simple one, dinner first, followed by drinks and dancing in a few bars and then on to my “surprise”, which Becks states firmly that she will not be joining us (she seems pretty pissed at me for my little display this afternoon) and I'm told I’ll need the results of my STI check for, so I slip them in my slim leather handbag that has a gold chain strap, next to my spare make up, rape alarm, purse and condoms (I always carry some whether I intend to use them or not. Better to have and not need than to need and not have, right?).
The meal is divine, we leave the restaurant full enough to drink copiously for a while before the alcohol starts to affect us. In the bars I don’t have to buy a single drink thanks to Sally telling various guys that it’s my birthday, I thank the guys with a kiss, a proper one mind, even going so far as to play tonsil hockey with a few of them, other even luckier ones getting a feel up of my body as I squeeze their bulge. We drink and dance until very late and I start to wonder what my “surprise” actually is as its getting close to the time most places close for the night.
Despite numerous apologies for my behaviour and promises that I’ll cool it down, Becks still refuses to join us, stating that she will not watch me degrade myself further, so we send her back to the hotel in a taxi whilst we head to our final destination for the evening, a very “special” club, as sally puts it to me. After paying to get in (the equivalent of £100) I find myself wondering exactly how special this place is as we wait to have our test results checked and fill in a strange questionnaire (sexual preference, what sex acts we’re willing to partake in, time of the month, relationship status, etc) before being given a colour coded wristband that matches our availability and willingness, from black “attached, spectate only” and grey “single, spectate only” to yellow “single, up for anything” and white “attached, up for anything”. My wristband is green which stands for “single, no anal”. We’re shown through a final set of doors and into the club proper, the first thing that strikes me is that there are no men in there at all, except the bar and security staff, it’s literally just a sea of women of all ages (legal) in whichever direction you look, we get a drink and I start to think that they’ve brought me to some sort of underground ladies only lesbian club, that is until I see the man that walks onto a stage from behind a sparkling curtain.
Just before the main action, I want to explain exactly where we are and that involves a little extra information regarding my old life as Leon. As you can imagine, as a single red blooded male, Leon would look at and watch porn. Judge him how you like over that, I don’t care, he wasn’t a porn addict, only indulging a few times a week when his own imagination failed him. He would go through phases of the kind of porn he would use, sometimes it was voyeurism, fat, thin, a particular hair colour, pro, amateur, sometimes even trans but the females had to be post op, chick’s with dicks and gay porn were definite no no’s.
It was during one of his voyeur phases that he found an amateur video of a couple fucking in a club toilet, filmed from over the top of the cubicle wall and decided to search for club porn. Through this he discovered videos of places in other countries that were just like where I am now, filled with only women until a few tall, muscular and very well hung men in posing pouches and shirt collars with ties (not an actual shirt) would either join them on the club floor or on a stage. These men would go on to have oral, vaginal and anal sex with some of those women, sometimes several men to one or two girls. Now, Leon believed that these women were actually porn stars and it was all staged, a belief that until now, I also held.
How to describe the man who now stood on stage in front of a huge group of fawning, almost swooning sex hungry women...
6 foot at least, more muscles that Carl Weathers and Arnold Schwarzenegger put together, blonde haired, chiselled features and a bulge that was straining his posing pouch to bursting point. I’ve said before that muscles where never really my thing, either in my present form or as Leon (on women), but this guy... this Adonis, was making me very wet and weak at the knees.
I barely hear the DJ call for a volunteer to join “Hans” on stage I'm so captivated, I don’t even notice when Sally grabs my hand and drags me towards the stage, pushing through the throng of horny women to place me front and centre by the stage, standing behind me and pointing at me with both arms raised, nodding madly for Hans to pick me. I was just glad to be able to get a much better view.
My heart jumps when he holds his hand out to me, I take it, shaking like a leaf with nerves and excitement, in complete disbelief that he should choose me from all the other women. He smiles at me, gently and asks my name, the DJ announcing it to the crowd after he leans in to shout it in his ear over the music. Hans leads me to a chair, sitting me down before kissing my hand and starting to dance in front of me, my eyes glued to the huge, leather clad lump between his legs, I hate to say it but I am literally drooling at this point, unable to rip my attention from the sight of his thrusting contained manhood mere inches from my face.
The rest of the world falls away, leaving just me and the absolute hunk swaying and thrusting his hips before me, I squirm a little in my seat, my pink panties now a deep red with the juices from my gushing pussy that throbs painfully with need. Facing me, he undoes the bows on either side of his hips, pulling off the pouch and releasing an absolute beast of a cock, 10 inches already and very, very thick, accompanied by two of the biggest balls I’ve ever seen. He drapes the pouch around my neck, leaning in to give me a light kiss, I can only stare at him with a fearful lust, my jaw slightly dropped making me look like a deer in headlights.
He waves his semi-hard dick in my face, my eyes following every movement, enraptured. He turns to face the crowd, swinging his hips and making his manhood twirl and swing, I briefly glance at the other women, some almost mad that its not them in my place, others whooping and cheering, especially when he sprays squirty cream along his length and turns, presenting it to me with an encouraging grin.
The inevitable questions flood my mind, should I go through with this? Should I run? Can I fit that inside me? What if they’re filming? What to do, what to do? You may think that both he and the crowd grow bored with how long it’s taking me to react, that I’m sat there for several minutes just staring at his twitching, cream covered semi on trying to make up my mind, but in reality those questions and my decision take less than 5 seconds, greatly helped by Sally’s earlier words. “Live now, settle later.”
I grab the lower half of his cock, not caring about the sticky cream squelching in my hand, leaning forwards and licking it from his shaft and cockhead before engulfing the head and sucking him with hungry gusto, his eyes widening with the shock of just how fast and deep I’m taking him in my mouth, his manhood soon rock hard and throbbing in my throat as I take in as much as I can manage, working my throat and mouth muscles over the solid flesh. I look up at him, my mouth sliding rapidly along his member, inching it deeper and deeper until my nose hits his crotch, his entire 12 inches buried in my mouth and throat, it’s thickness throbbing against my gullet. He looks at the crowd, pointing at me with an impressed expression on his face as they cheer me on. After holding for a minute I resume my movements, taking him all the way in with each fast and deep bob of my head until he grabs it, taking over as he nears release and face fucks me. I look up with innocent but encouraging eyes as his thrusts grow sporadic, his balls tightening as he prepares to fill my throat with his hot load. With a final, deep thrust he unloads into my mouth, raising his arms in triumph as he shoots the first of three large spurts straight down my throat, I pull off and aim his cock at my upper chest, his next three splattering the top of my breasts before sucking the head, the remainder spurting into my mouth and I gulp it down hungrily.
Spent, he kneels down between my legs, kissing me deeply before pushing my knees apart and pulling my drenched panties off with his teeth and taking a long look at my engorged labia, my juices dripping from my hole. His mouth clamps to my needy pussy, his tongue swirling hard on my clit before pushing past my folds and deep inside my velvet tunnel. I swear it’s as long as his cock, reaching places inside me I’ve never had licked before, my hands grabbing his head and pulling him harder to my crotch. As Hans takes me to heaven with his mouth the DJ walks over and thrusts a mic into my face, asking how I’m feeling and laughing at the pleasured moans and squeals that echo through the PA in response. It doesn’t take long for Hans to make me climax with his expert tongue, my body stiffening as my ecstatic screams fill the room without the need of a microphone, the Adonis drinking every drop of my gushing nectar until I collapse against the back of the chair, breathless and starry eyed.
He leans up, kissing me deeply and bringing me back to reality, I kiss him back tasting myself on his lips, my lust burning bright inside me. Standing, he motions for me to kneel on the chair and I climb on, gripping the back of the chair as he pushes up my dress and smacks my ass, making me yelp and quiver, looking back at him with lustful eyes as his hand strikes me five more times and I whine with need. Taking his now rock hard again cock he teases my slit, lubing his cockhead with my freely running juices before placing it at my entrance. I nod vigorously, throwing my head back as he thrusts deep inside me, his huge, fat manhood filling and stretching my underused pussy like never before, my ecstatic cries spurring him to fuck me hard and deep, hands digging into the flesh of my hips as he pounds me.
I unhook the straps of my dress, pulling it down and freeing my tits, letting them sway with the force of his powerful thrusts, my gasps and pants filling the room through the PA as the DJ holds the mic by my face. Hans drives his cock as deep inside my soaking, quivering love tunnel as possible, his cockhead kissing the entrance to my womb making white lights dance behind my eyes.
“How dies that feel, Charlotte?” the idiot DJ shoving the equipment in my face again, getting nothing but grunts and blissful squeals in response.
“Shut up and give me some cock.” I growl, reaching up and yanking his cargo pants down. Normally I’d probably laugh at the tiny baby dick that awaits me inside his y fronts but right now I want to suck it, getting it to it’s full four inch length in seconds, his seed splattering the inside of my mouth barely a minute later. I can see why he’s the DJ and not a performer.
By now the other muscular men have arrived, my show with Hans no longer the only one in the club but still the most popular, as I glance around I can see other girls sucking and fucking them with the same vigour. I feel Hans release my left hip, still pumping my squeezing pussy with a brutal pace that drives me crazy and look up through hooded eyes to see him motion someone to join us. I follow the direction, seeing a huge, muscular black guy approaching us, his fully erect cock looking like a python stuck to his crotch. He stands before me, asking permission to put his 13 inch long, 4 inch wide monster into my mouth (I must say they’re very courteous) and I nod, opening my mouth as wide as possible as he pushes it into my mouth and starts to thrust with the same vigour as Hans. I have to say Willem’s cock (I find out his name later) is far more fun than the DJs, I moan around his shaft as they fuck me mercilessly from either end, a second orgasm building insanely fast in my body.
With a loud scream directly onto Willem’s superdick my second climax hits, my pussy muscles clamping on Hans’ thick shaft, my vision swimming as these two incredible men take me to a level of heaven I’ve never felt before, fucking my pussy and mouth throughout my release until I have to tap out after they drive me to a third. Taking me to a nearby sofa and letting another couple take the stage, the boys kiss, lick and caress my body until I’m ready for another round, this time deepthroating Hans whilst riding Willem hard, my breasts happily being squeezed and caressed by the black man’s huge hands as I fuck myself senseless on his huge dick.
I’m lay on my back on the soft cushions, stroking Willem’s manhood with both hands when Hans stiffens between my legs, filling my throbbing hole with his load and making me scream with yet another release. Finally spent, Hans pulls out and Willem manoeuvres me onto all fours, plunging straight into my slimy hole and making Hans sperm squirt from me as he fucks my womanhood with gusto, his fingers gripping my hair and pulling my head back hard so another man (Luuk) can get his man meat sucked by my eager mouth, barely managing to hold on to his seed as Willem pushes me to my next climax and deposits his own into my well fucked pussy.
Luuk takes his turn missionary style, leaving half his baby batter inside, the other half over my breasts and stomach, Hans climbs back between my legs, his reinvigorated cock pounding me to two more releases as Willem and Luuk stand either side, waiting their turn, pumping themselves furiously with their fists until I arch my back and howl with ecstasy as Hans fills me again as I climax. Willem and Luuk both bring me to two more releases each before adding their own to my tally of semen inside my pussy. My final three climaxes are with Hans, my third incredibly intense orgasm making my pussy muscles force Hans to his and he fills me with yet another load, the others shooting theirs all over my face, breasts and stomach. The men finally let me rest for a while before leading me backstage where there’s facilities for the female participants to clean up before they leave. Hans points to the door where one of the other ladies is exiting, freshly showered and redressed.
“What’s in there?” I ask as Hans pushes open the door to the men’s area.
“Male shower and lockers.” He tells me in perfect English. “buts it’s for men only... Hey!” he shouts as I push past and follow the sound of running water to find the other 7 performers (Willem, Luuk, Tijn, Daan, Cornelis, Bas and Koen) taking a well deserved shower in a large room just off from the lockers and benches where they change clothes. I slip off my heels and dress, dropping them on a nearby bench with my handbag and walking brazenly, completely naked, amongst them, heading towards Willem and Tijn, helping them “wash” their cocks, one in each hand.
“I tried to stop her, guys.” Hans says from the shower entrance, taking off his collar before joining us.
“Oh don’t worry, she’s OK.” Tijn groans, his large cock enjoying it’s attention from my small hand, my fingers barely able to hold half his width.
“Yeah, stop trying to ruin our fun!” says Daan, who’s currently rubbing and squeezing my left breast as Bas attends to my right.
“Stop moaning and join in.” Adds Luuk, rubbing his hardening cock against my hip.
The boys take turns caressing my body as I stroke them vigorously, swapping from cock to cock after a few minutes with each, their fingers driving me crazy as they explore every inch of me.
Soon I'm on my knees with all of them around me in a circle, sucking on one of them whilst wanking the two either side, the others stroking their own members until it’s their turn. I make my way around them over and over until they cum, Daan, Tijn, Hans and Koen in my mouth, the others over my entire body before they help me wash it off, Cornelis fingering me to a blissful release as the others tease my body. They insist on patting me dry, each taking a turn on my various parts and I love the attention, giggling when they accidentally touch my sensitive areas with their bare fingers, Hans pumping me to a last orgasm with his digits. Finally dressed (much to their disappointment) I head for the door, kissing each one goodbye in turn until I reach Hans, I kiss him deeply, slipping my tongue between his lips before turning to walk through the door.
“Hey, Charlotte,” he calls after me. I turn around to see my panties hanging from his fingers. “you forgot these.”
I walk back over to him, lifting them into his upturned palm and closing his fingers over them. “Souvenir.” I kiss him on the cheek. “and it’s Charley!” I call back as I walk out of the door.
Now you may be wondering what the others were doing whilst I was having my fun with the guys. Well, for a while they watched, heading to the bar just after my third orgasm when Hans and Willem were spit roasting me, drinking the 3 hours away until I walk up to them, beaming and ready to leave.
“Here s-she ish!” Sally slurs when she sees me. “Hash funsh?”
“Best birthday surprise ever!” I grin, giving each of them a huge hug, Alice inadvertently burping in my ear. “Thanks guys.”
“Cans we g-g-gosh?” Amy looks at me blearily. “I wantsh my bed.”
“Of course, come on” I help Sally to her feet, Amy and Alice manage to keep each other upright as they stagger outside and I hail a cab, Sally demanding details as the others pass out on the ride back to the hotel, whether she’ll remember in the morning is another matter. We somehow get them back to their room, a very pissed off Becks giving me a scowl as we help Amy and Alice to bed, practically slamming the door behind Sally and I. I get her into bed without too much trouble and decide to have a nightcap, pouring a large measure of whiskey from the room’s bar and heading quietly onto the balcony, sitting in a wicker chair and sipping my drink, reliving the evening as I gaze out over the night skyline.
When I wake in the morning, a little sore I’ll admit, Sally is dead to the world (still breathing don’t worry) so I to head to breakfast alone after my usual morning shower and coffee, finding Becks is the only other member of the group who’s currently in the land of the living. We eat in silence, her constant glaring starting to rile me, over coffee afterwards I finally snap.
“Ok, what the fuck is your problem?” I growl, keeping my voice low as not to disturb the other diners.
“My problem?” she spits, keeping her voice down too. “You let them take you to a fucking sex club. I bet you let them get you fucked by some asshole too.”
“So what if I did?” I glare. “and FYI it was 3 guys who fucked me, then I had a little clean up with all 8 performers in a large shower.”
“Fuck, Charley. What’s happened to you? You’re turning into a slut!”
“It’s called living, Becks. And it was a one off, I’m not rushing to repeat it.”
“Bullshit! You’re just another dumb bitch who lets men use her for their own enjoyment.”
“Fuck you, Becks. You’ve been little miss high and mighty since we got here. I’ll live my life how I see fit. Got it?”
“Fine, whore yourself to a bunch of assholes who’ll dump you as soon as they’re bored of you.”
Oh so that’s it is it?” I scoff. “Poor little Becky gets dumped and now no woman can have any fun!” I get up, putting on my jacket before leaning in close to her, somehow managing to keep my voice low, despite my rage. “I’m not going to have my birthday spoilt by a self absorbed little bitch who can’t stand the fact that some people like to have a little no strings action.” I turn and storm off headed for the hotel entrance. Stopping and turning when I feel a hand grab my arm. It’s Becks.
"Your birthday?” she asks, wide eyed.
“Yes, my birthday, the day of my birth.” I spit. “I would have thought a ‘friend’ would remember the date.” I yank my arm from her grip, resuming my journey.
“Charley, wait!” she calls after me. “Where are you going?”
“None of your fucking business!” I shout, not looking back. “and it’s Charlotte to you!” I slam through the door and walk down the street aimlessly, not sure if I want to punch someone or cry.
After a little “retail therapy” I have a light lunch in a lonely cafe before heading back to the hotel, walking into my room and setting my bags down on my bed, noticing that Sally has gone out. I pour myself a whiskey and head onto the balcony, leaning on the rail and swirling my drink. I hate fighting with friends, especially when we’re as close as Becky and I am. I down my drink and pour another, heading back to the balcony.
“Happy fucking birthday, Charlotte.” I sigh, downing half the glass. Just then I hear voices, familiar voices coming from the direction of the other girl’s room. I look over, the balcony doors are open but they must be inside.
Becks: “I don’t know, guys. She was really pissed. I doubt she’ll ever talk to me again.”
Sally: “She’s blown up at me a few times, it always worked out for us. You guys will be ok.”
Alice: “ Remember when I broke her favourite cup at work?”
B: “That was a cup, this is her birthday and I’ve ruined it.”
Amy: “I know it feels like that, just pull up your big girl pants and grovel. She’ll come around.”
S: “I’d better see if she’s back yet. Check her mood.”
Am: “Good idea, you’ve always been the one who can calm her down. She told us that.”
B: “Probably best not to mention me.”
I wait for Sally to come in, sipping my whiskey as I stare at the city. I hear the door close as she walks in.
“Charley?” I hear her call out.
“Out here Sal.” I call back, a solemn tone in my voice, I turn as I hear her step onto the balcony. “back in the land of the living I see, you ok?”
“I’m fine. Hey, happy birthday!” She says, giving me a hug.
“Is it?” I say with a heavy heart. “I lost it at a friend this morning Great way to celebrate my big day.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself, what she said was out of line.”
“No, what she said was true, I have become a slut. Christ, Sal, what’s wrong with me? All I seem to have done since Andy died is fuck up! Last night was the biggest one of all.”
“Last night was you finally letting go of your grief. You needed that to move on. You were the happiest I’ve seen you in a long time, too long in fact.” She gently places her hand on my shoulder, reassuringly. “Andy is and always will be your first true love and no matter what way you lose them, it’s always the one that hurts the most. He wouldn’t want you to waste your life, he’d want you to be happy.”
“I know,” I sigh. “I just don’t want to be a slut in the process but I don’t want to be a nun either. I don’t know what to do.”
“Maybe try dating again, you said you wanted a connection. “
“I’m not ready for that yet and maybe that’s just it. I’ve been focusing so much on relationships and love... maybe I need to take some time to rediscover myself. Like you said, live now settle later.”
“Just tending to your needs when you have to?”
“Maybe. I need some time to think, I’m going out again. Tell Becks I'm not mad at her anymore, would you?”
I head back to the lonely cafe and spend the rest of the afternoon drinking coffee, staring out of the window lost in my thoughts. I head back when I start to get hungry, only to find the hotel’s dining room is closed for a private function and head up to my room, where I find one of my elegant dresses laid out on my bed and a note telling me to put it on and go to the other’s room. I take a quick shower, picking out some matching underwear and shoes as my body dries, get dressed and put on a light amount of make up, adding the vintage diamond necklace and earrings I bought myself as a birthday present before heading over and knocking on the door. Sally opens the it and I see the girls all looking stunning in their finest dresses, Becks comes running over and gives me a huge hug.
“Charlotte, I’m so...” she begins to say but I interrupt her.
“You don’t need to say it, I am too.” I tell her gently. “We both said things we didn’t mean and did things we’re not proud of and it’s Charley, by the way.”
“Thanks.” She says happily, releasing me from her death grip.
“So, what’s the occasion?” I ask, looking at them with curiosity.
“You are!” Becks beams, taking my hands in hers. “I felt awful about ruining your birthday so we went to see the manager, gave him a sob story about how you’d lost your fiancé in the middle east and he decided to throw you a huge party for your birthday!”
“Oh you guys,” I well up, hugging them each in turn. “thank you so much! It’s just what I need, a good knees up!”
“Now come on, no tears, you’ll ruin your mascara.” Sally quips, hugging me. “Let’s get the belle to her ball.”
“I’m good, just a little overwhelmed.” I let her lead me to the door.
“I love the jewellery, where’d you get it?” She enquires.
“A little antiques shop in the city, thought I’d have a treat and cheer myself up.”
“Did it work?”
“A little.” I joke as we head downstairs.
We walk into the dining room, a loud cheer of “Gefeliciteerd!” (you can guess what that one is, lol) from the assembled staff and guests making my cheeks turn bright red. The manager and head waiter approach me, placing a plastic tiara with fake jewels that say “Birthday Girl” on my head, yes it’s tacky but it makes me feel like a princess and I appreciate the effort, even the gift of a set of brand new towels and bathrobe from the hotel’s stores is welcome (it’s the thought that counts), I give each of them a kiss on the cheek as thanks.
They lead us to the head table where a huge birthday cake sits in the centre with 27 candles around its edge and my name in big fondant letters in the middle. I thank everyone as we pass, nodding and smiling shyly at each comment, blushing profusely. The room is beautifully decked out with birthday banners, balloons and vases full of my favourite flowers in pink adorn each table (they must have cleared out half the local flower shops).
After I cut the cake, we have a delicious meal and I open the various presents on the table (mostly from the girls but some from other guests) before indulging in drinks and dancing for the evening, I even try performing a traditional clog dance with one of the waiters, much to everyone’s amusement, one young man pulls me into a dark corner and gives me a deep (and welcome), passionate birthday kiss before disappearing into the crowd, I look for him but never see him again.
Returning to our room after the party, a rather drunk Sally watches as I strip naked and slip under the sheets of my bed before doing the same and getting into her own. I giggle drunkenly as I remember to take off the tiara, examining it closely before placing it on the nightstand and switching off the lamp.
“Night Sal Sal!” I singsong, still giggling.
“Night, Charley.” She sings back, giggling herself. “How do you feel?”