Jim woke me up the next morning with a kiss. It felt so good to feel him hugging and kissing me. I moaned arched my body into his.
“Morning,” I said and snuggled close to him.
“Good morning, little lady,” he hugged me. “It’s time to wake up. I’ve got a busy day and Terry’s taking you to see windmills.” I felt his cock rubbing my leg and I could tell it was at least a little hard.
He grabbed my hand started to slide out of bed, but I pulled him back. I don’t think he wanted to get up that bad because he could have pulled me out of bed easily. I ran my hand over his hairy chest and then crawled underneath the sheets.
I wanted to make him feel good, so I moved under the blankets until I found his cock. Grabbing it in my fist, I wriggled it back and forth. Then, I put it in my mouth.
He relaxed while I sucked it. I could feel him breathing heavier as I went on. Sucking cock really isn’t that fun, but it loved making Jim feel good. I bobbed my head up and down under the sheets and listened to his breathing. He moaned every once in a while, too.
After a minute or two, he rubbed my head and his breathing got heavier. Then he shot goo into my mouth. I moved my tongue all around his thingy and swallowed.
Even though it still didn’t taste good, eating Jim’s goo didn’t bother me, at least not like eating other guy’s. I kept moving my tongue around and swallowing when my mouth filled up. After dropping Jim’s cock out of my mouth when he was done, I licked his balls and worked back up to lick off the tip before coming out from under the covers.
“That was nice, little lady,” Jim kissed my forehead.
“You’re welcome, that was because—I love you,” I said it for the second time… “Now we can go take a shower!” He smiled. It almost seemed like he wanted to say it back. I gave him a big hug when he and picked me up to carry me into the bathroom.
We showered together like usual. But he was in a hurry. I had barely started drying off when Jim was ready to leave. He walked back into the bathroom in his suit and kissed me.
“Have fun today, I’ll see you later,” he turned to leave.
“Bye!” I waved. I wished he could have stayed with me, but spending the day with Terry sounded fun, too. I hadn’t really talked to him much since I woke up really early the day before.
That day, I decided to wear a new t-shirt and pair of jeans. I chose one of my new pairs of earrings and sneakers that Jim had just bought me, too. I grabbed a jacket, too in case it rained. Terry was already waiting for me when I walked out into the living room.
“Good morning, you ready to head down for breakfast?” Terry asked.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Let’s hit it,” he stood up and we left our suite together. We walked downstairs and had breakfast at our hotel. Then Terry drove us to Rotterdam where he said we were getting on a boat. The city wasn’t as pretty as Amsterdam, but it did have a lot of cool looking buildings.
The boat we were taking wasn’t private like the one we were on in Amsterdam. But that didn’t really matter. It was a ferry that takes people along the water to see the windmills.
We sailed under a cool looking bridge in Rotterdam and a little while later, we started going past the windmills. There are a lot of windmills in the Netherlands. They’re all way prettier than the boring ones in America, too. But the ones we saw that day were definitely the prettiest. We even got to tour them once our boat docked.
Terry bought us lunch at a small restaurant along the water and we explored some more before we had to take the boat back to Rotterdam. It started raining then and Terry said we got lucky that it hadn’t rained sooner.
By the time we got back to our hotel, Terry said it was time to drive to Amsterdam. I hadn’t been looking forward to it, but by the way Jim described it, I didn’t think whatever “get-together” I was going to wouldn’t be too bad.
“What should I wear?” I asked Terry. I stood in the doorway to the bedroom. Jim hadn’t told me much, so I didn’t know if I was fine how I was or if I should put on a dress or something.
“Well—whatever it is they’re just going to take it off anyway, right?” Terry was sitting in the living room and looked up at me.
“Yeah…” I shrugged, looking down at what I’d had on.
“Maybe I should put on some older clothes, just in case something gets lost” I thought aloud.
“Okay, you’ve got ten,” Terry looked at his watch and sat down in the living room to wait for me.
I slipped off my new shoes and pulled my old sneakers out of my suitcase. I took off my new shirt and threw on a white tank top I didn’t care much about. And then I grabbed a pair of black leggings instead of my new jeans. My hair had gotten a little wet from the rain, so I had to deal with that, too.
“Are you ready?” Terry called from the other room. “We have to get moving so you aren’t late!”
“Coming…” I called from the bathroom. I guess I been getting ready really slow because I didn’t want to go that badly.
“I don’t wanna go somewhere with a bunch of strangers,” I walked to the doorway of the bedroom looked at Terry on the sofa. The whole day I’d barely thought about it, but now I hated that I had to go.
“Well, you don’t have much choice, kid,” Terry stood up. I pouted and didn’t move from the door frame.
“Come on,” Terry grabbed my arm and pushed me toward the door of our hotel suite. I didn’t try to fight it, but I did make an annoyed moaning sound while he walked me out the door.
We didn’t talk much on the way to Amsterdam. But I was glad I got to see the city again as we drove in. Terry took me through a McDonalds drive-through and ordered dinner for us so I wouldn’t be hungry. Then we drove further into the city and he parked the car in a spot along the canal.
“Here we are,” he looked back at me. I was feeling nervous again looking at all the houses along the water.
“Can you come in with me?” I asked. The houses on the canal just looked like one long building. I couldn’t even tell where I was supposed to go.
“Of course,” Terry answered. “I’ll stay with you for a bit until you feel comfortable.”
“Okay,” that made me feel slightly better. He got out and opened the back door of the car for me. There were a few cafes and shops on the street, but Terry took my hand and we walked up to one of the doors that didn’t have a sign on it.
He knocked and we waited. Eventually, we could hear the sound of someone on the other side of the door. When it opened, there was a pretty looking lady standing there to greet us.
“Hello, Terry,” She half smiled and let us in right away.
“I’m here to drop off Naomi, here,” Terry said after she closed the door behind us.
“Of course, it’s nice to meet you, Naomi. I’m Amelia.” the woman held out her hand. “Come, I’ll take you to up.”
“Okay,” I grabbed her hand, but looked up at Terry. He nodded at me.
“You’re look beautiful, Naomi,” she said.
“Thank you,” I answered. “So do you.” Amelia smiled. Her light brown hair was tied back and she wore a long red dress that looked great on het. She started leading me up a really steep staircase. I was worried Terry might leave, but was glad when I saw him following me. We walked up a few flights of stairs until we got to the top floor.
“Now, are you staying for the party?” Amelia let go of my hand and turned around to look at Terry.
“No, I’m just going to stay until Naomi gets settled in,” Terry answered.
“Well, let me know if you need anything,” Amelia leaned closer to him and I saw her grab the front of his pants. “Don’t be shy.”
“No—thank you,” he grabbed her wrist. “I’m just here on business.”
“Alright, well let me know if you change your mind,” I thought she might kiss him for a moment, but she backed away and took my hand again. The lady led me through the first door and into a cozy looking room. It had several chairs and large sofas all along the walls and a fireplace on one end. on the other end, there was a window overlooking the canal. There were also couple bean bags that seemed like they didn’t belong in there. In the center, there was a huge fluffy rug that looked fun to roll around on.
Sitting on the sofa near the door, there was also a girl about my age. She had long brunette hair and wore a pink tutu and tights with a t-shirt that matched. The girl stood up when Amelia started to introduce us.
“Naomi, this is Alexis,” Amelia said. “Her father is from Britain so she speaks perfect English. And Alexis, this is Naomi from America.”
“Hi,” I said quietly. Alexis said hi back.
“I like your skirt,” I told her. “It’s really pretty!”
“Thanks,” Alexis answered. “You have pretty earrings!”
“Thanks!” I had forgotten that I was still wearing one of the new pairs of earrings that Jim had bought me. Alexis was wearing a pair of gold studded earrings and a necklace with a butterfly charm that I thought was pretty, too.
“It’s great to see you two getting aquatinted,” Amelia’s voice hummed. “The guests should start arriving in a short while.”
“Are you okay now?” Terry asked me.
“Yeah, I guess so,” I answered, sitting down on the sofa next to Alexis. I wasn’t really sure, though.
“Okay, I’ll be back to pick you up tomorrow,” Terry turned to leave.
“Wait—I’m staying the night?” I didn’t remember Jim mentioning that.
“Yes,” he answered.
“Oh…” I sighed, that made me feel worse. “Can’t you come back later tonight to get me?” I hated the idea of spending the night in a strange place all by myself.
“No,” Terry answered. “I need to be going.” Before I could say anything else, Terry left the room with Amelia and I heard them talking as they walked down the stairs. I had been alone in places before, but usually Jim was never too far or Hannah was with me—something. I had been alone on the Yacht with Edward, but I had already met him before that and played golf with him. Here, everyone was a stranger.
“So—you’re from America?” Alexis asked.
“Yeah, I live in Texas,” I answered, sitting on both of my hands.
“That’s cool, I live here in Amsterdam,” she said.
“Amsterdam is pretty!” I responded.
“Yeah…” she said quietly. “I moved here a year ago with my daddy.” Alexis had a pretty accent when she spoke.
“What is this place?” I asked.
“My daddy said it’s a brothel,” Alexis explained. “But a special one that most people don’t know about…”
“What’s a brothel?” I had never heard of it before.
“It’s a place where people pay to have sex,” she explained.
“Oh…” I didn’t know they actually had places like that.
“Yeah, my daddy takes me here so I can make us more money. Last time was dreadful because I was the only kid,” Alexis told me. “So I’m glad you’re here with me this time.” I hoped it wouldn’t be like the last party at my house. I remembered how awful it felt when people from my dad’s work put their cocks in my kitty and my butt at the same time…
“H-how many guys usually come to these parties?” I asked, but almost didn’t want to know.
“At the last party, there was only 12,” she replied. “But there are usually more.” I took a deep breath. The way Jim had called it a “get-together” made it sound less intimidating. But it sounded like it really was a party. That made me feel like running away.
We stopped talking when the door swung open and Amelia walked in. She wasn’t alone, either. There were two guys that walked in behind her. One was bald and wore a formal looking sweater with jeans. The other was an older guy. He just looked old. They both had beers in their hand and stared at us. The way they were looking at me made me nervous.
Amelia waved her arm toward us and said something in Dutch. Not being able to understand what anyone was saying made me feel more uncomfortable than usual. The men told her something and then they both walked over to the sofa across from us and sat down.
The old one pointed to me and said something. “They want us to kiss,” Alexis translated. “With our tongues.”
“Oh, okay,” that didn’t seem so bad. I turned toward Alexis and leaned into her. Our lips touched and then we started to make out. She tasted nice—like starburst. So I liked it.
While we kissed, I could hear a lot more guys coming into the room. I couldn’t get a good look at them while we were kissing. And they were all speaking Dutch, so I had no idea what any of them were saying. That made me feel scared.
After kissing Alexis for a little longer, I felt someone sit behind me and pull my shoulder. Our kiss broke and I finally got a good look at the room. I must have made a worried face when I saw how many guys there were because the man next to me laughed and said something in Dutch.
I didn’t get a chance to count, but I could tell it was more than I’d ever been with at once before. The sofa on the other side of the room was completely full. And most of the chairs were, too. Several of them had a drink in their hand and some were already partially undressed. And there was another guy sitting on one of the bean bags in his underwear with his cock sticking out. He was touching himself while he stared at me.
The man next to me spoke and I looked up at him. But I couldn’t understand what he’d said.
“She doesn’t speak Dutch,” Alexis explained.
“Oh, well that’s okay, I’m not interested in anything she has to say,” the man said in English. Then he kissed me and put his hand up my shirt.
I could hear the floor creak and saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I knew more guys had just walked in. Alexis said something to them and then I spotted her being pulled across the room by her pink shirt.
When the man kissing me pulled away, I hadn’t even realized that there was another man standing in front of the sofa right where I was sitting. His cock was already out and it slapped me in my face.
He said something in Dutch, but I didn’t need anyone to translate it to know what he wanted. I grabbed the man’s cock and stuck it in my mouth. Unlike sucking Jim’s cock that morning, I wasn’t having fun. The man I’d been making out with stood up in front of me, too. I felt him grab my hand and he made me hold his cock, too. Before I knew it, I held a cock in each hand and was switching between them.
The two guys were talking and laughing while I did it. I hated that I couldn’t understand them. Either way, I kept changing dicks. A few times I felt one of the cocks poke me in the cheek while I was sucking the other one, as if I was going to forget about it.
The first man’s cock started shooting into my mouth sooner than I expected. And his goo was really nasty. It filled up my mouth like a big marshmallow except it tasted like when you get too much water in your mouth at the swimming pool—but worse. I tried to swallow it, but gagged instead.
He laughed and a bunch of his stuff came dripping out of my mouth. I wound up just spitting most if it out and turned back to the second guy because I wasn’t finished with him yet.
With the after taste of the first guy stuck in my mouth, I kept sucking the second man. He didn’t last much longer, but before he cane, he pushed my head back so he could do it on my face.
His first shot of sperm hit me across my cheek. Then some landed on my nose and over my forehead. I shut my eyes tight. It was gross when he shot goo up my nostril. That made me cough and open my mouth. I started to panic a little, but he stuck his cock back in my mouth, so there was nothing I could do but whine and wait for it to be over.
When the second guy pulled away, I blew my nose in my shirt. I felt like I got most of it out, but I could only smell cum after that.
While I recovered and wiped my face, I got a good look at the room again. A few people seemed like they were laughing at me. Alexis was no longer wearing her shirt, but still wore her pink tutu. Her tights had been ripped and her shoes were on the floor with her shirt. She was sitting on her knees in front of the other sofa sucking off more than one guy, too.
I looked back at the man on the bean bag and we locked eyes. He was still touching himself and smiled at me. That made me feel funny.
Suddenly, I got distracted by the old guy who had been one of the first to arrive. He stumbled toward me shirtless, moving faster than it seemed like he should be able to. I thought he was going to fall over, but he made it over to me and grabbed my head to steady himself. Then I watched him drop his pants.
His pants fell and he had on simple white underwear. There was a big bulge in the middle where his cock wad. He grabbed my hands and pulled them to his waistband. His skin felt old and leathery. I knew what he wanted and pulled his underwear down. Then his cock jumped out.
I grabbed the old man’s cock and opened my mouth. At first, I tried to only suck on the end of his thingy. He was old and smelled funny, so I really didn’t want to stick the whole thing in my mouth.
But then, He pulled my face into his grey pubes. I gagged and felt his balls hit my chin. A loud moan left his lips and he grabbed my hair. I gagged on his cock. Then he said something that I couldn’t understand and I heard a bunch of people laughing. It felt gross and I started crying. He was holding my hair tightly so I couldn’t move. He tugged me as close to him as he could so my whole face was in his stomach. I gagged more and whined really loud.
He finally stopped pulling at my hair so I tried to suck his cock normally. But he pulled my hair again and my nose went back into his hair. The old guy was mean. I wished he would stop. But he kept forcing my head all the way forward. I put my hands on his waist to make it easier, but I still hated it. It took him a long time to finish, too. Gosh, I hated it so much!
Before he came, the old man grabbed the top of my head and made me go faster. I cried and gagged some more. But I was relieved when I tasted his goo because I knew it was about to be over.
Finally, he pushed my head back and forced me to fall back onto the sofa. A long strand of his goo hung between my mouth and his cock. I shook my head to try and get it off, but he grabbed me again and pulled me closer to wipe his cock off in my hair.
He bent down to pull his pants up and I had a moment to catch my breath. I had only sucked three cocks so far, but there was already enough spots of jizz on my white tank top that it felt a little wet against my skin. Some had gotten on my pants, too.
My shirt felt so gross that when I sensed someone sit behind me on the sofa and start to pull it up, I helped him take it off. Whoever it was lifted it over my head a few seconds later and I turned to grab it from him so I could wipe off my face.
That’s when I looked up at him and saw it was the guy from the bean bag who had been staring at me, “Hey girl!” He gave me that weird stare again. It was nice to hear someone talking to me in English, though.
I wiped my face and dropped my shirt next to the sofa. He leaned down and kissed my chest. His hands went down my leggings and he pushed me back on the sofa to pull them off. My feet went into the air but my leggings got trapped by my shoes. Instead of taking them off, though, he decided I was already naked enough and pushed my panties to the side so he could stick his cock into my kitty.
I gasped, but it actually felt pretty good. My feet were in the air and he held my legs as he moved in and out of me.
I looked over at Alexis and saw a man holding her hips and thrusting into her from behind. She was bent over one of the bean bags and winced every time he moved. Alexis was still wearing her pink tutu, but I saw her ripped tights and panties on the floor nearby.
On the other sofa, there were two naked guys and another that was still fully dressed. By then, the other chairs were all full, too. I arched my back so I could see the door to the room behind me. The first guy I had sucked off had just walked back into the room as he opened up a fresh bottle of beer. There was a guy I didn’t recognize walking behind him.
“How many guys are there?” I thought to myself. There were so many coming and going that there was no way to know. I watched one of the men walk up to Alexis and pull down his pants. I didn’t get a chance to see what he did next, though, because the man fucking my kitty turned my head toward him and started making out with me.
I kissed him back and hugged him. He was making me feel good, so I wrapped my legs around him. He still had that uncomfortable stare when he started moving faster. But it didn’t bother me because I was about to cum.
When I moaned and felt my orgasm starting, I accidentally kicked my legs and one of my shoes flew off. I didn’t know where it went, but he pulled off the second one finally and dropped it by the sofa. My breath slowed down a few moments later after my orgasm ended.
I looked back up at him, still staring at me. He gave me an uncomfortable smile again and pulled his cock out of my kitty. Instead of cumming inside me, he held his cock in my panties and shot his goo while I was still wearing them.
“Ew!” I said when I looked down and saw the front getting all wet.
He laughed, “Enjoy my baby juice, slut!” I looked down and made a face as I watched the dark spot get bigger. It felt so gooey all over my kitty when he pulled his cock out.
I decided to pull my leggings off and I tried to take my panties off, too because they felt gross. But he grabbed the waistband and wouldn’t let me.
Instead, he pushed me off the sofa and into the middle of the room. Alexis was on her knees in front of a man who had been jerking off over her. I stood there and watched him shoot sperm onto her face and chest. I didn’t understand why everyone was just letting me stand there. But then the man put Alexis in front of me when he was finished.
I was standing right in front of Alexis and we both looked at each other. I could tell a lot of guys had cummed on her—a lot more than the one I’d just watched. There was goo in her hair, on her chin, and it ran all the way down her chest to the top of her tutu.
I felt uncomfortable standing there in front of everyone and not being able to understand what they were saying. Plus, the fact that my panties were full of cum made it worse.
“Lick the cum of off her!” Someone finally said in English. I knew they must be talking to me. I took a deep breath and looked at all of the jizz on her.
“Sorry,” Alexis apologized. But it wasn’t like it was her fault.
I didn’t even know how many guys had shot on her. But I tried not to think too much about it as I leaned in to lick her cheek. It was gross and made me gag, but I had to do what I was told. I swallowed and moved over her nose. Standing on my tippy-toes, I could reach her forehead. Once I cleaned her chin, I licked her neck, even stopping to lick some goo off of her butterfly necklace. Then I bent down to lick the goo off of her nipples. All the guys seemed to like watching me eat cum off of her. I could tell even though I couldn’t understand what they were saying.
“Disgusting,” I said finally as I kneeled down and started licking Alexis even lower. The taste was starting to bother me more. But I still licked her stomach.
“Pull down her skirt and lick her cunt!” someone said. Once I heard that, I put my fingers in Alexis’ waistband and started to tug her tutu down. I was glad not to have to lick off anymore cum.
Her skirt fell down easily. But as soon as it did, something hit me in the nose and kind of scared me for a second. I almost jumped back in surprise and there was a lot of laughing at my reaction.
“You’re a boy?” I looked up at Alexis. His cock had jumped out at me.
“Yeah, but everyone likes to pretend I’m a girl,” Alexis explained.
His cock was a lot smaller than the ones I was used go sucking and it didn’t have any hair. I reached out and touched it, I’d seen baby’s cocks before, but never a boy’s close to my age. It was smooth and felt more fragile than even than my brother’s cocks. I stuck out my tongue and licked it, watching it wriggle around. Then I put it in my mouth.
“My real name is Alex,” he said as I flicked his thingy with my tongue. I looked up at him while he was still in my mouth. Alex looked like a girl from the waist up, especially because of his butterfly necklace and earrings. He had longer hair than most girls, too.
I sucked on Alex for a bit and licked his balls. It was nice that he didn’t have any hair down there that could get in my face.
It was a few minutes later when I saw a tall guy stand up from the sofa near us. He leaned down and he put his hand on my shoulder. I pulled my head away from Alex’s cock and looked at it all wet with my slobber. Then the tall guy pushed me down.
Alex and I had both been put on our hands and knees in the middle of the room. The big fluffy rug had a lot of padding, at least.
The tall guy that had pushed me down, yanked my panties to my thighs and I felt his cock rubbing against my ass. It felt good to finally not be wearing them because they were wet with cum. But I wish he’d left them on.
The man pulled my hips back and I winced when I felt his cock push into me. Alex was on his hands and knees, too and already had a cock in his mouth. I looked back and saw a man with a huge cock moving behind him, too. It looked like his whole body was shaking when the man pushed it into him.
I felt a hand on my chin and turned my head back. I wasn’t surprised when I saw a naked man kneeling in front of me. He pushed the tip of his cock against my nose and I opened my mouth for him.
Right when I closed my lips around it, the man behind me forced my body forward and I gagged on the cock in my mouth. I whined and pulled away then he did it again. He slowed down after than, but I hated being stuck between them.
The tall man fucking my ass was the first to finish. I felt myself relax when he pulled out of me. Then I felt him shooting his goo on my back. He even got some on my shoulder.
As soon as the man behind me stood up, I saw a shadow of a different man kneeling down behind me. That one fucked my kitty. He was nicer that the guy before him, at least.
The guy in my mouth moved his hips back and forth and pretty soon I had to taste his nasty goo. I barely had time to swallow it before someone else knelt down in front of me and stuck his cock on my face, too.
Alex and I were on our hands and knees for a long time. I don’t know how long it actually was, but it felt like hours. After one man was finished, there was always another that knelt down to fuck whichever hole was free. And they even traded places sometimes.
That started right after I finished sucking off a guy who shot his cum in my hair. The men were saying something in Dutch and the man I had just made cum turned my head so I could see Alex.
He still had a cock in his mouth, but I watched a bald guy I recognized from earlier pull his cock out of Alex’s bottom. Then he got up and my heart sank when he knelt down right in front of me.
“Mmmmmm,” I tried to keep my mouth closed and shook my head. I remembered my daddy doing that to me once when he was mad at me and I didn’t want to do it again for anything. Everyone laughed and said more stuff I couldn’t understand. He pushed the tip of his cock against my lips. At least Alex’s ass seemed like it was pretty clean…
The man pressed harder and I whined, but I knew I couldn’t keep my mouth shut forever. Finally, I just gave in and opened my mouth. I gagged and cried while men laughed around me. It was so embarrassing!
The bald guy pulled my head to his stomach. Then he pushed my head away to make me lick his cock before putting it back into my mouth. He started cumming in my mouth and I swallowed. I was so sick of eating cum, though and gagged some more.
After that, they did the same exact thing to Alex. I felt the man behind me pull out of my ass and I had a pretty good idea of what was happening when. He said something in Dutch when the man kneeled down in front of him. And then I heard him cry.
At the end of the party, I was so tired and sore all I wanted to do was crawl into a big comfy bed—preferably a bed where I could snuggle with Jim. But I was spending the night in Amsterdam instead…
The last man had shot jizz right into my face, so my eyes were shut tight. The floor creaked as the man left me there. I tried to wipe my face with my hands. But I reached out and found the edge of the sofa cushion instead. That worked a lot better.
Once I had cleaned most of the goo from my face, I looked around at the room. It was finally empty except for Alex and me. He was laying on the rug nearby. There was a lot of jizz on his chest and a big pool around his cock. It was still weird thinking that he was a bot this whole time.
His eyes were closed, but I knew he probably wasn’t asleep yet. I crawled closer and lay down next to him. He opened his eyes when I grabbed his hand. He looked at me and held mine back but didn’t say anything at first.
“Are you okay?” He asked after a minute.
“Yeah,” I nodded. “I’m really sore, though.”
“Yeah, I’m always sore after big parties like this,” he replied.
“Is—is it really over?” I looked at the door nervously. It still felt like more men were going to come in any second.
“Yeah, it’s over,” Alex answered and closed his eyes again. I put my head down next to him on the rug and tried my best to relax.