The Thalys drops me in The Hague. I tram to a cozy Dutch house in the woods, splitting the city from the North Sea. My hostess, Brigitte, greets me. Tall blonde, killer smile, perfect teeth. Speaks flawless French from her Normandy days with her Shell hubby, now away in the Middle East.
Room’s spotless. Big bed. Old-school bathroom overlooking lush garden. Heatwave hits northern Europe. She offers the solar-heated pool. Exhausted from Paris, sweaty train, I dive in naked. Water’s perfect. Can’t leave.
The Awakening: Poolside Temptation Ignites
She appears in white robe. ‘Mind if I join?’ Drops it. Naked. Firm tits, 95C, hard nipples. Soft belly. Shaved pussy with long labia pierced by huge rings. Dutch freedom, she says. I strip my trunks. We chat banalities. She’s all woman.
Sun-loungers. She brings milk glasses. Robe open. I stare. Cock twitches. She laughs, covers up teasingly. ‘Dinner early here. Scheveningen beach? Tram to Kurhaus.’ I cancel colleagues. Dress sharp: black three-piece. She stuns in black dress, deep cleavage, sheer stockings, red lips, stilettos.
Gin fizzes in gilded hall. Seafood feast: Zeeland oysters, poached turbot, hollandaise. Chablis flows. ‘Dutch oysters aphrodisiac?’ I smirk. Her stockinged leg slides up mine. ‘French do love best.’ Banana split with chocolate cream. We crack up. Advocaat chaser. Eggy booze burns sweet.
Night falls. Cold air bites. She presses close. ‘Continue your Dutch adventure? Club nearby.’ Dark corridor. Knock-knock. Door opens. Hostess in backless black gown, blonde braids, killer lips. Bisou smothers me. Locker our clothes.
Bar guarded by ripped black guys in tiny loincloths, huge bulges. Champagne. Serveuses in fishnet bodys: pierced nips, big tits on black girls, perky on whites. Brigitte introduces couples. I’m buzzing.
Two tiny Thai girls grab my hands. Brigitte nods: ‘Enjoy.’ Dim halls. Candlelit rooms: round beds, sofas. Incense room. They strip me. Hot bath. Sponge my body, skip cock and ass. Dry me. Thai massage. Oiled up. Blindfold. Belted waist. Lead me blind.
Strong crowd vibe. Laid on round bed. Hands cuffed. Naked body on mine. Piercing rings: Brigitte. ‘Prove French lovers rule.’ Champagne kiss. Tongue dives deep. Trails down. Nips sucked with bubbly. Belly. Cock drowned in fizz. She slurps it off. Balls kneaded. Finger probes my ass, opens it slow.
The Act: Blindfolded Surrender to Raw Ecstasy
She mounts. Rings slap my shaft. I buck. She rims me, tongue-fucks with champagne. Precum beads. She sucks it greedily.
Frees my hands, eyes. Room full: couples watching, half-naked. She’s in red-black garter belt, stockings, tits out. I maul them. Suck nips hard. Flip. Cock between tits. She titfucks me.
Pussy dive. Stretch rings with teeth. Clit swells. Suck, bite. Fingers plunge: one, two, three. She quakes. Squirts piss on my hand. Howls.
‘Fuck my ass.’ On all fours. Spreads cheeks. I ease in. She slams back. Balls-deep. Pound hard. Explode inside her tight hole. Cheers erupt. Collapse, still buried.
Others join. Women kiss me sloppy. Men ravage Brigitte. She’s proud.
‘Home party before you leave?’ Fuck yes.
Back to normal life. Congress bland. But that secret rush? Piercings tugging cock. Ass filled. Watched. Unshareable high. My dirty Dutch vice.