5 comments/ 23415 views/ 6 favorites A Sex Club Romance By: danishmichaela As Michaela boarded the SAS flight to Copenhagen at Heathrow, she knew she was starting the real celebration of her promotion. She had made it to the top job in the London agency of the Danish owned advertising group where she had been employed for the past ten years since joining when she was in her mid-twenties. After working in London, New York and where she had been born and raised Copengagen, her dream had come true, her ambition had been achieved. She was the Global Head of Copy Dansker Worldwide, a privately owned marketing services conglomerate. She had firstly celebrated in New York the day she had received the expected news "Congratulations Michaela, the job is yours." The Chairman of the bank had said shaking her hand and holding it perhaps just a little too long as his eyes roamed over her nicely formed and well-rounded body. Her celebration that night had been, to say the least, a little unusual. It was having a male and female hooker come to her suite at the Pierre Hotel and for her to fuck both of them. She had booked them from the first class lounge at Heathrow just as she was about to fly to New York. She usually did that when she was going to be away for a few days, as she was so often. Some time ago she had discounted a traditional lifestyle. Her work and ambition precluded that. Seventy and eighty hour, always six and often seven day weeks didn't leave much time for dating. Her enormous drive and clear ambition to get to the top in the male bastion of advertising put her apart from most men. She scared the shit out of all but the few that were as driven and determined as she, and most she met like that, worked in the business as account handlers, media buyers or creative somethings. Michaela had made a vow when she took the first step up the banking ladder after leaving London University with a good degree, never to mix business with pleasure. So far she had kept that vow, so she owed nobody any favours and had no dependence on anyone in the industry. Alright, it meant some called her aloof, many thought of her as the ice maiden and not a small number were convinced she was lesbian. Typical men, she often thought, just because I don't let them get in my knickers I must be gay. Michaela was far from being a lesbian. True, she was bisexual and could get as much pleasure from sex with a lovely woman as she could from a hunky man, but she didn't categorise her sexuality. She enjoyed it so she bought it when and where she wanted with men and women and both. To organise that safely and conveniently, she had built up a network of highly reliable, totally discrete agencies in the major cities she visited as part of her job, Copenhagen, Frankfurt, New York, Paris, LA, SanFrancisco and recently Mumbai and Bejing; she lived in London. And as she had on her last trip to New York for the final interview for the Head of Copy job, she set up her "dates" just as she was about to board her flight. Why? Just a tradition really she thought. She didn't have time to develop relationships, shit she didn't really have time to meet anyone apart from people she did business with. She never went anywhere to meet people like that; she didn't know any, other than a few school and uni friends and family. Her entire life revolved around her job. Its deJas consumed every minute she had; her work load was punishing and the traveling schedule enormously daunting. But she found all of that a turn on. Business in general, advertising in particular and writing copy especially was, to Michaela, just like sex. To her, winning an account, making a deal or being involved in a takeover was like having an orgasm. She had often sat in meetings talking her way to a successful outcome, her victory making her wet herself, and not through a weak bladder either! Now she had done it, she had got the job she had set her heart on ten years ago when she had joined the agency. And she hadn't had to sleep her way there, althought she would have done had that been necedssary . So now it was time to celebrate. That meant a number of things. The hookers in New York, a visit to a spa in the Cotswolds and now, a trip home to Denmark. A trip that was pure indulgence. Not only was she taking three days off work, such a rarity her colleagues had asked if she was ill, but she was going to stay at a spa. A very special spa. It had been recommended to her by Harry a masseur who had been one of her earliest sorties into paid sex in London. He was a chartered physiotherapist. He had a small practice in Notting Hill that was straight and treated sports and other injuries. By chance, he had stumbled on a sideline that turned out to be a goldmine; giving mainly middle aged ladies orgasms on his massage table. Often nothing was said, nothing acknowledged, nothing passed between him and his patients, nothing that is other than an orgasm and one, two or three fifty pound notes. That was how he started. Ladies with sports or other injuries visiting the practice and succumbing to his tantalisingly suggestive and wickedly inviting hands and fingers. A banking friend of Michaela's told her about him. "It's only twenty minutes by car or a few stops on the Central Line and he works most evenings" her friend had advised adding. "And by God does he make you cum." The prospect of that immediately interested Michaela. The more she thought about it the more excited she became. As she realised she wouldn't have to take the risk of letting an agency, and even more importantly, an escort, know her address, so the idea became even more appealing. And as she imagined herself on a massage table with some hunky masseur shoving his fingers up her cunt, she became positively aroused, several times. As she thought about the prospect of what might happen, so she suddenly realised that her lower back was sore! Henry had made that and the more acute ache in the pit of her stomach go away, very quickly. The former by using the mouse of the ultra sound machine on her back, the latter by shoving three fingers up her cunt and hand fucking her until she had a lovely orgasm. He was every bit as good as her colleague had suggested and more importantly as equally adept at finger fucking as he was at soothing muscles. He moved on. He left the physiotherapist practice and set up his own visiting massage service. It was a phenomenal success. He recruited others to help him, mostly for some reason Aussies and all part or fully qualified physios. Michaela continued using his and his colleagues' services as he expanded into offering two person massages, the two persons being of same or different sexes. Michaela had become somewhat of an addict for that. It was quick, easy, not messy and hugely arousing, to have a tasty girl licking her pussy as she sucked a young Australian cock. From the outset, Henry's services had been different, there was no penetrative sex. His business grew and grew until he had over twenty permanent staff and he had associations with the top three or four escort agencies in London. Within a couple of years his business was servicing, one way or another, most of the "lonely married women" or "tired business ladies" passing through London and staying at the top hotels. Michaela knew for she had helped him with his promotions and website, that his clientele included both members of the ladies tennis and golf touring pros when they were in or near to London. Michaela had helped him with finance when he was getting going and her payback was a massage by him now and then. Nothing organised or planned, just two old friends meeting when the fancy took them to indulge themselves in the other's body. And still, after almost two years now, Michaela had never been fucked by him. Odd! "The Danes have this amazing attitude towards sex" he was telling her as his strong hands ran up and down her slender back. "Yes I know I am one, remember?" "Oh yes sorry" he smiled running his fingers along the side of Michy's breasts that were squashed against the massage table. "Everyone knows that they have loads of porn mags and websites, strip clubs and live sex shows, but your nation's entire approach and attitude is so different to any." "Yes it's drilled into from an early age. We don't think sex is dirty or something that should be 'under the table. "Oooo that hurts." "No pain Michaela, no gain," he responded, letting his fingers slither further downwards, lowering the pressure until they slid into the crease of her bum, which he gently stroked "Mmmm ok, if that's the gain, I can take the pain" she retorted wiggling her bum appreciatively. "Unlike pretty much any other country, with the exception of perhaps the Swedes you have this knack of being able to encompass sex and the erotic into their everyday lives, without it appearing sordid or lewd" Henry was saying as he idly, almost caressed the pert cheeks of Michaela's ass. "I mean you go to a live sex show and there are mostly couples in the audience." "Yes I know, I have been several times." "Like it?" He asked, his fingers sliding up Michaela's oiled thigh and stopping just before they reached he lips. She found the teasing so arousing as, of course, he was only too aware. "Yes I did actually, but then practically all my friends and business colleagues have been." "Is it true about other places like their public saunas? Do men and women go to them, get naked and have some form of sex in front of the others?" "Yes, but that's not that prevalent." " But when it happens and nobody hardly bats an eyelid" do they hHe went on his fingers now not stopping on their upwards sweeps, but instead going all the way and running along and around the heavily lubricated lips of her pussy. "Oooooo, mmmmm," she murmured as her climax started to build up. He stopped talking then and concentrated on providing her with the pleasure and relief she so clearly needed. Despite having been fingered to orgasm numerous times by Henry and his team, each time was somehow special. Michaela had thought, just before they had made this arrangement, that she was probably closer to Henry than to any other man, even her ex husband, with whom she still occasionally had sex. That had made her think a bit. Her closest "lover" was a male masseur and a gigolo, you had to laugh and think was fame, well in the ad world, and fortune worth it? Sometimes she yearned for a 'normal' life with boy friends even babies, but not for long. But as she lie naked on his massage table, her face pressed hard against the paper that he rolled over the long cushioned top, her nails digging into that with his hand between her thighs his fingers fucking her hard, fame, fortune and gigolos were far from her mind. He made her cum quickly and, as usual, very heavily. "I'm told there's this fantastic spa on one of the islands between Copenhagen and Malmo in Sweden" she said as they shared a bottle of wine a little later. "What in the Baltic Sea?" "Yes I suppose it is." "I know it, I supplied some masseurs there once. It's bloody cold, but very special and exclusive?" "In winter certainly, but this time of year they have a very settled climate, or so I'm told, and of course, very little darkness." "So what's so special about it?" Michaela asked slipping her thong back on and sliding into her Versace jeans. Henry had explained that it was the height of luxury, fantastic five star hotel rooms, incredible saunas, steam rooms, massages and treatments, amazing showers, jacuzzis, baths and pools and every conceivable spa extra you could think of. "So why the fuck would I fly to bloody Denmark, my home to go to a bloody spa, I can do that in London." "Yes but not a spa that is also dedicated to sex and the erotic. One that only accepts single guests and one that makes sure there are equal numbers of both sexes at all times." "How?" "In the way that only the Danes, or possibly the Swedes, could do it. Open, blatant sex, available any and every way you can imagine 24/7, but done with the style and understanding that only a truly sexually liberated race could do it." When Michaela asked him more about it, he explained that he had seconded some of his top masseurs to the Helsborg Spa and had visited it himself. "Believe me, Michaela it really is amazing." Michaela was used to spending big money. On meals, air fares, clothes and of course in her job. But even she, a woman in her early thirties earning, now, well in excess of three hundred thousand pounds a year baulked when she heard the price of Helsborg. The Friday to Sunday package, including, of course, helicopter transfers from Copenhagen Kastrup airport on the island of Amager to the spa, was fifteen thousand pounds. "Jesus Christ Henry" she hollered down the phone when he told the price. "That's outrageous." "It sure is Michaela, but they can afford to be. They have the pick of European mega rich clammering for bookings and remember that includes as much sex as you want of practically any description and that applies for all their customers." After she had booked it, partly as a birthday present to herself, but more as a celebration of getting the promotion she was so sure would be hers, she rationalized the price. She might be wealthy beyond her and, certainly her parents dreams, but she still had a regard for money. Just because she could splash almost five thousand flying first class to New York when it could be done for a tenth of that and just because she was used to negotiating ad spends in the many millions, Michaela had not lost touch with financial reality; Danes didn't do that for they had a conservative attitude towards money. She always wanted her money's worth, although in the world she now inhabited, that was sometimes difficult to determine. A decent room in a top hotel for two nights could, she estimated run to around a grand, meals easily about half that and full treatments at a top spa for two three days probably another thousand, so, with drinks and bits and bobs, three had gone already. Then there was the first class fare to Copenhagen and back and the helicopter transfers. Up to at least five or six she worked out, smiling as she thought. "And I haven't even got fucked yet!" Ok, nine or ten thousand on sex in a weekend is stretching it a bit, but then the two hookers in New York had cost two thousand dollars each, and that was just for the night. "Bollocks, Henry, just book it for me, it sounds amazing." Chapter 2 If the flight to Denmark was any indication of what was before her, then Michaela was in for a great time. Not only was the traffic to Heathrow surprisingly light, the check in quick and efficient and the service in the first class lounge perfect, she had some nice surprises on the flight. First there was the gorgeously blonde, very Scandinavian looking male cabin attendant "accidentally" squashing his cutely pert bum against her shoulder as he passed by with the drinks trolley. Then secondly, just after that, the very attractive, in a Teutonic way, female cabin attendant leaned forward to pour her some coffee. Michaela couldn't avoid seeing the crisp, white blouse gape between two of the buttons. She couldn't and certainly did not wish to avoid noticing a naked boob with what her keen eye deduced was a hard nipple. Sipping the strong continental coffee and the freshly squeezed orange juice, she refused any food; she could not prevent herself from smiling. "Two chances to join the mile high club, or is it just that my imagination is running away with me." Immediately she passed through customs she saw yet another Scandinavian, blonde God of a young man holding a notice with Ms Henrikson neatly inscribed on it. Smiling and acknowledging to him that she was indeed who he was looking for, she was delighted when he came and took the trolley from her introducing himself as Gerid, an assistant concierge from Helsborg. "Welcome to Copenhagen Ms Henrikson," he said shaking her hand. "Have you been to our city before?" Smiling, she replied in Danish that she had. He laughed. "I should have guessed with Henrikson , but I assumed that was your married name." "I'm not married, it's my family name," "The helicopter is this way" he explained leading down a carpeted corridor. It was only a ten minute or so flight across the sea and other islands from Copenhagen to Helsborg, so Michaela was remarkably quickly at the spa. Gerid showed her to her room on the first floor of the manor house type building that was the hotel part of the complex. That contained all the bedrooms, the formal restaurants and other lounges. It was linked to the spa by a glass walkway. "When you are ready Ms Henrikson, please just call me and I will take you on a tour of the spa. You will probably feel most comfortable in a swimsuit with one of the leisure suits that you will find in the wardrobe." Dressed in a one piece, white swimsuit cut high at the thighs Michaela opened the wardrobe. Hanging up was six track suit type outfits in white, pink, beige, blue, green and yellow. Running her fingers over them she saw they were made from a very smooth, thin, light material. They really were beautiful and took track suits to a level she never associated them with, but then she only ever wore one to go down to the gym in her apartment complex, and that was purely functional. As good as they looked and felt hanging up, they were even better on. The material clung to her, accentuating her rounded 34 d-26-36 inch curvy body, making her feel very feminine and also extremely cosseted; that was nice too. The trousers were very fitted around her bottom and tummy and were fashionably hipster with an elasticized waistband. The top was also fitted with a zip running fom her waist to her neck. She checked herself in one of the three large mirrors and fluffed up her fairly short and slightly spikily fashionable natural blonde hair. She squirted herself with some Chanel and had a final check. She looked and felt good, but a little nervous. Whilst the hotel was elegantly appointed with antique furniture, thick Turkish carpets, heavy framed pictures on the walls and brocade curtains at the windows, the spa was ultra modern. Everything was slim and minimalist and coloured in greys, browns, blacks, golds and silvers. It was a superb contrast yet, somehow they went together so well. Gerid showed Michaela around pointing out the plunge pools, the Turkish baths, the three swimming pools, the Jacuzzis, steam rooms with a range of heats and aromas, three saunas and simply loads of showers of all different types, temperatures, intensities and water volumes, from full water to almost steam. He showed her the treatment rooms, for mud, for hot rocks, for various balms and vegetables, the stainless steel, the terracotta, the marble and the traditional massage tables. He showed her rooms where one wall could be raised so a couple could share a massage and others where the massage tables were double sized, presumably to accommodate a couple. As Michaela was being shown round the spa she had seen a number of the guests. The age range seemed to be about mid-thirties and upwards, mostly upwards she smiled to herself, not really minding for she was quite happy with the prospect of having sex with middle aged men or woman; 'Mmake a nice change' she thought thinking of the young men and women she normally 'ordered!' She saw that a few of the men and a couple of the women in and around the pool were naked and several other women sunbathing outside by the infinity pool were topless. She didn't see any sign of sexual activity though and that rather surprised and quite disappointed her. Henry had said she would be able to simply watch others if she wanted. That had appealed to her for she had recently discovered a strong exhibitionist and voyeuristic streak in her. She discovered that when she was in Berlin and had hired a male and female hooker for the evening. The high spot for her had been lying back in a chair masturbating herself as she watched the other two having sex. A Sex Club Romance "So please, Ms Henrikson, avail yourself of anything you wish. Most services are available pretty much on demand, but occasionally there may be a short waiting list, so please forgive us and of course everything is twenty four seven." She realised that Gerid was speaking to her and that thought brought her out of the almost daze she had gone into thinking about exhibitionist sex. "Of course and thanks very much Gerid" Michaela blurted out, recovering her wits quickly. "You are most welcome," he replied looking at his watch. "Actually it is time for your meeting with our Programme Manager, Helsa Gerdsterd." "What's the purpose of that?" Michaela asked following the direction Gerid was pointing. "Well as you know there are many other services available here at Helsborg and Helsa is responsible for them. She likes to explain them herself to newcomers." The short, slim, rather stern looking but, quite friendly woman, probably in her late forties, spoke perfect English, as do practically all Danes. She chatted to Michaela for a while developing rapport and then, almost out of the blue said. "Let me tell you about our other services Michaela, you do want to use them don't you?" "I expect so, yes." "Then let me show you around. That's easier than explaining, after all a picture and a thousand words and all that." They left the spa through a door to one side of the huge reception area. Michaela followed Helsa down a wide staircase. "Everything in this part, our pleasuredome, is underground. We keep this and the spa quite separate." She explained, adding, "We have some guests that just use the spa you see." "Ok, fine." "A few rules if I may," Helsa said as they walked into a room with tables and chairs and a bar at one end. "This is the meeting room cum bar where you and anyone you meet can have a drink and chat. It's not a room where anything should happen, although many things that do happen are decided in here" she explained smiling. "Everything that happens in the pleasuredome has to be consensual; there must be no force or undue persuasion. Nobody has to do anything and no one will force you to do anything. You can watch, be watched or take part in anything you wish." Helsa walked Michaela along a short corridor showing her the changing rooms on the way. "Just in case anyone wishes to change into anything special." "What do most people wear here?" Michaela asked. "Most men tend to wear just a towel and most women either that a robe or one of the pleasure suits we supply in your room, but you can wear whatever you like, of course. Some opt for lingerie or other intimate apparel and occasionally you might find someone wearing rubber or latex." "Really?" "Yes of course," Helsa replied as if wearing rubber or latex was the most natural thing in the world. She stopped by a large door. "This is the play area." "What's that?" "It's a dark room; you cannot hardly make out the features of anyone in there." "I don't understand," Michaela said a little confused. "Well people go in there to play, but not be seen." "Play? How do you mean, what do you do?" "Anything Michaela, practically anything. Anything that you wish and others agree to." "What sex?" As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Michaela wished she could suck them back in for they made her sound naïve and foolish, impressions she really hated portraying to anyone. Helsa smiled. "Yes of course sex Michaela, but generally not, although it is permitted, fucking, that is usually reserved for other areas. Helsa whisked Michaela round the rest of the pleasuredome, pointing out the closed doors of the private cubicles. One was open Michaela noticed. She was surprised when she looked in to see someone, a man she thought, lying on his front. "What's he doing?" "Offering himself?" Helsa explained. "Anyone can go into a cubicle, leave the door open and wait for visitors." "I see." "Or of course, if you meet someone in the bar or wish for a little more privacy, you and your partner or partners can use a room." They moved on into another room set up as a bar. This was darker and had glass down one side. "Our voyeur and exhibitionist area." Helsa explained manoeuvring Michaela nearer to the glass and pressing a switch. Michaela looked into a small room furnished with just a bed. A man and a woman were having sex. Helsa pulled Michaela along the glass wall, pressed another button. Two women and a man were entwined on a bed. "There are a dozen or so small rooms and a communal one, but at this time of day I doubt anyone is there," she explained moving to the end of the room and once more flicking a switch to change the glass from being a mirror to a window. They looked through the glass at a largish room with several low beds, a few sofas and a number of large beanbags. "As I thought, nobody, it does tend to be a late night room for some reason. You will have to wait until tonight to see it in action." Chapter 3 Back in her room in the hotel, Michaela got her thoughts together. The place was amazing and the promise of what lie ahead really was a turn on for her. She was so looking forward to using all the facilities of the pleasuredome and wondered just what the evening would bring. As she showered, whilst waiting for room service to deliver the light dinner she had ordered, she smiled to herself as she realised that this evening she would be having sex of some form or the other, or of many forms she thought, smiling even more, for which she was not paying. Well not directly at least, although the bill for her stay was going to be massive, for she wasn't this time going to be with escorts or hookers, male or female. Showered, hair washed, finger and toe nails done, pubes trimmed she was as good as ready. Towel wrapped round above my tits, robe or trackies? She asked herself. She decided a towel was a bit awkward, for if it came off in, say, the darkened play room, she may not be able to find it again. She wasn't too keen on the robe so she slipped into the pink pleasure suit. She wore nothing under it and the feel of the luxuriant material on her skin made her shiver with sensuous pleasure. She was pleased she had brought a pair of mid height, heeled pumps with her for they pushed her calf muscles up into a nicer shape than with flat, or no shoes, she thought. Then realising she was wearing trousers she smiled, might be handy if my trousers come off. Wandering into the bar she was relieved to see a few other men and women there, mostly, or so it seemed by themselves. Helsa had explained on the earlier tour that most guests to the pleasuredome were single, for they encouraged that. "We have special weekends for couples," she had advised adding with a smile. "Perhaps come back with your boyfriend or husband one day." Michaela walked up to the bar and, as she had been invited by Helsa, poured herself a small vodka with a touch of water from the well-stocked, free bar. She glanced around and saw that there were a dozen or so people watching TV, reading papers or just sitting or standing drinking. A few were chatting but the majority was quiet. It was a strained and rather cold atmosphere. It looked as though there was about equal numbers of men and women, probably eight of each she thought. Most of the men were wrapped in towels, but one was wearing a robe and another a pair of brief bathing shorts. The clothing for the women was evenly split between the pleasure suits and robes. There was one stunning looking woman who Michaela put in her late thirties or early forties. She had long, chestnut, coloured hair that tumbled down past her shoulders, fabulous breasts and a nicely rounded figure shown off to its best in the beige suit she was wearing with the zip undone way down her spectacular cleavage. Given the scrumptious size of her tits Michaela couldn't help wondering if they had received some assistance from a surgeon or, perhaps she's wearing a bra, she pondered, suddenly realising the woman was looking at her and smiling. The others, who varied in age from early thirties up to one lady who could well have been in her late fifties or early sixties, were generally fairly plain, but not overly obese or ugly. The men were generally older with the youngest, Michaela guessed, being in his early forties; the bulk were clearly in their late forties or early fifties. Not that Michaela was that impressed by good looks or marvellous physiques, but she was a little disappointed at the standard of the cheesecake, for they were, in the main plainer than the women and most looked rather overweight. Again there was a stunner. Probably fifty, he had a great body, a mane of blonde hair just turning grey, striking blue eyes and a face not dissimilar to a young Paul Newman as he looked in Butch Cassidy. There was a lot of furtive glancing, some trying to make eye contact, others avoiding it. Some smiled at someone across the room, others turned away. Helsa had explained that it took time to get going. "Our guests need time to wind down, relax and lose their inhibitions," she had told her. "For these two night weekends, Saturday is usually by far the best night, by then many of you will have got to know a few people." Finishing her drink Michaela decided to go for a wander round the dome. It was like a maze, far more rooms and corridors, stairways and passages than she had seen with Helsa. Everywhere she went though, reeked of sex. There were plasmas all over the place showing soft and hard porn movies; through the windows of the exhibitionist or voyeur, dependent on your viewpoint, rooms, couples, threesomes and other combinations were having sex and in the lounges people were openly kissing and fondling each other. Clearly things are hotting up Michaela thought. She had wandered into a room with sofas round the sides and a huge plasma taking up most of one wall, so, although the lighting was dim, she could make out the features of the other people in there. She could see there were a dozen or so people, but that was continually changing as people left, others joined and some, usually one by one, strolled off through a doorway beside the TV screen. Some returned quite quickly, others didn't. There didn't seem to be any pattern to it. Just as Michaela's eyes became attuned to the dim lighting, she saw the woman with the chestnut hair. She stood up from where she had been seated, glanced across at Michaela, caught her eye, nodded, smiled and then turned and walked towards the doorway. Michaela wondered if it was an invitation to follow her. Where though? She hesitated a moment or two, but then thinking, what the hell, she also walked towards that doorway to the side of the plasma. There was a short, dimly lit corridor with what looked like an open doorway at the end on the left. When Michaela got to the doorway she, of course realised what it was, the play area, Helsa had described so appealingly. Plucking up her courage, Michaela strolled in and was immediately engulfed by the darkness. At first she could see nothing other than a glimmer of light from the other end of the room where there was another open doorway. She stood still trying to get her bearings and make her eyes become accustomed to the dark. As she stood there, she heard noises. Rustles, of clothing she guessed. Grunts, low moans, sighs and the sounds of people kissing and others moving around. Slowly, very slowly her eyes adjusted to the gloom. She still couldn't see clearly, but as she moved nearer to the centre of the room she could make out numerous shapes of people, and saw and felt, for she rubbed her shin against them several times, that there were low, padded settee type seats running along each wall. The only time she could make out whether the shapes were male or female was as people passed the lighted doorways, thus creating a silhouette. She leaned back against a wall, her eyes seeing more and more, but still only dimly. Hearing a deep grunt and a drawn out sigh, she looked down and could just make out a woman's head bent over a man's legs. By the sounds the man was making, the positions of the two bodies and the slurping noise of the woman's mouth Michy realised she was giving him a blow job. She moved on and saw another couple against a wall locked in a deep embrace. The man was naked, the woman in a robe that was open and pushed back from her shoulders. Next to them, two women were sitting on the low settee. It looked to Michaela as if they were staring into each other's eyes with their hands busy on each other's breasts. She felt a hand on her bum. She froze. Ridiculously, she was surprised and a little shocked as the hand squeezed her bottom. She went to move away, but something prompted her to stay right where she was in the middle of the room. The hand stayed squeezing one of her cheeks as the other crept round her body and found her breast. It stroked it and then gently squeezed it. It felt good, all the more so, she suddenly realised as she could not see who was doing it. I don't even know whether it's a man or woman she realised. That was solved for her though, when one hand pulled her backwards and she felt the outline of an erection on her bum. "Gorgeous," she heard a man say as he thrust himself against her. She put her hand behind her and found that he was wearing a towel, tied round his waist. As her hand found the outline of his cock, through the towel, so he pulled the towel loose and it fell away from him. Michaela was left holding his naked erection. His cock was very chunky, not long but as round as most she had held. Other people were moving around. The room seemed to encourage perpetual motion. The idea seemed to be: find someone, have a grope, a caress or a kiss then either, go off in a pair or threesome, presumably to one of the private or maybe exhibitionist rooms or, perhaps masturbate each other. Twice she had heard men clearly in the throes of cumming and several times she heard female voices giving it the "yes, yes, yes" of the When Harry Met Sally noisy orgasm syndrome. Michaela wasn't ready for either of those courses of actions. So, taking Helsa's advice about everything having to be consensual, she let go of the cock and went to move away, half expecting the guy to try to stop her. But he didn't. People were obviously a lot more understanding than she had imagined. Now she had been in the room for ten minutes or so her eyes had fully adjusted. She could see things a little more clearly and when she moved around she didn't bump into others. She saw a tall thin guy walk through the doorway and pause in the rectangle of light. He stood there as his hands slowly found the folds of the towel, pulled them apart and let the towel fall away from him. Even in the dark she could see he was fully erect. He had got no more than a few feet into the room when another man wearing a dressing gown blocked his way. They appeared to be looking at each other. The one in the gown slid his hand out and touched the others erection, the other undid the gown and slipped his hand inside before they moved out of Michaela's view. She sat down on the settee, not realising she was next to one of the women that had been fondling the other's breasts, although she was now more involved with a guy. They were kissing. Her robe was pushed down her back and his hands were running up and down it pushing deep into the folds of the robe round her bum. She had a nice back, or so it looked. Michaela couldn't resist running her fingertips up and down the bent spine. The man's hand found hers. He looked over the other girl's shoulder and saw Michaela. He smiled, took hold of her hand and pulled that round the other girl's body. He rested it right on her full breast. The girl did nothing, apart from press her boob firmly against the visiting hand that she could not have known whether it was male or female. In the darkness, with the sensory deprivation, did it matter? Michaela wondered. Anyone could touch anyone else and walk away. Never know who it was and probably never see that person again. One of the man's hands found Michaela's chest. After a moments fumbling it found her breast, she also pushed herself against the hand. The girl straightened up and turned a little, perhaps confirming whether the newcomer to her breasts was male or female. It didn't seem to faze her at all that that one of her breasts was being stroked by a man, the other by Michaela. But then why should it, Michaela thought? Just minutes ago she had been stroking another woman. It also didn't seem to faze the other woman that the man who had been all over her a moment or so ago, was now leaning across her and sliding the zip down on Michaela's top, opening it up and was as Michaela stroked her breasts moving his head towards Michaela's chest. She was clearly up for sharing, but then Michaela saw, the girl had an advantage; she was holding the guy's cock, his towel having come unraveled, although it was still draped around him. The girl reached out and cupped Michaela's right tit. She pulled on it a little, holding it as if offering it to the guy. As his mouth closed round it so the girl squirmed away and in a flash was gone. The guy didn't seem to mind. He simply took Michaela's hand and slid it under his towel onto his dick, which she surprisingly felt was only semi hard. As he sucked her nipple into his mouth and slid his hand inside the waist of her trousers at the back and as she held him, so it hardened. That felt good. He licked and sucked at her breasts and started to tug at her trousers. "Lift up a bit" he said thickly. She did and he yanked them down to around her thighs. His hand immediately slipped between her legs and Michaela found herself opening them to give him more room. He was now fully hard and she was very wet. "Wank me, make me cum" he asked, well almost ordered she noted a little ruefully as he tried to get his fingers in her. She didn't want that so she eased herself backwards a little making the angle impossible for him. At the same time she did start to wank him. "Come on open your legs, let me frig you" he said his American or, maybe Canadian, drawl now more obvious. "No, no I don't want that." Michaela replied. "Lay back and I'll wank you, OK?" Michaela sat on the edge of the settee, her top undone and her trousers round her thighs as he laid back, now totally naked. She was holding his cock and slowly pumping it up and down. She liked doing that. She liked wanking men. It felt good to be in control, to give him pleasure, to, in her way, take, but give nothing back. She was at a distance from it and didn't really have to get involved. It also felt good to receive the sensations in her hand and hear the obvious sounds of the excitement and pleasure she was giving him. She felt someone standing behind her looking down, but didn't look up for she could feel that the guy was near. He was pumping back, grunting deeply, and moaning as his cock throbbed just that little bit more, signifying its impending explosion. She felt her top being pulled away from her and down her back. She felt another hand on her breast. She felt hair dangling onto her shoulders and she smelt a woman's perfume. Just seconds before a hand joined hers on the guy's cock, Michaela realised who it was. The female smell, the long hair and, most of all the full pair of breasts that were now squashed against her back, told her it was the woman with chestnut hair and big tits who she had seen in the bar earlier. The guy let out one deep growl or moan and then he erupted. The hot spunk shot out of him in numerous spurts, most of it, presumably, splattering onto his chest, but some onto both her and the other woman's hands. A Sex Club Romance Directly he had cum they both moved away. It really was an amazing situation. She had just been as intimate with a man as it was possible to be, she had just been so close to him, so into what they were doing and so pleased to be pleasing him, but then directly that had taken its course and the man had cum, it was all over. Not just for her, not just for the chestnut haired woman with the big tits, but also for the man. He had, almost before the two women had turned and faced each other, stood up, wrapped his towel around him and shuffled off into the playroom's darkness. "Hi," chestnut hair and big tits said, putting her hand on Michaela's bare shoulder. "Hello," Michaela replied sliding her hand onto big tit's waist, just above her hip. Her skin felt nice to Michaela's touch as did big tit's touch feel good on her skin "I'm Jaslyn, or Jas, hell" big tits said. Michaela smiled. "I'm Michaela or Michy, your choice hello." They stood facing each other just a metre or so apart looking at the other. Despite the gloom each could make out the other and they were weighing each other up, admiring the other and wondering where now? "Well hello Michaela, I saw you earlier in the bar," Jaslyn or Jas big tits said smiling. "Yes I know," Michaela said, loving the feeling as the fingers on her shoulder pressed against her flesh They were both wearing the playsuits from their rooms. Both of them had the zips fully undone, both had their breasts totally bare and both were staring at the other's chest. Jas's breasts were wonderfully full, marvellously round and, despite their size and her probable early forties age, still quite firm, They were though, Michaela thought, of the type and size that would soon droop and then Jas might lose her most striking feature. But good bras could make all the difference when dressed she smiled, knowing that her 'handfull' sized tits might suffer the same way as Jas.' As big tits started to slide her hand down from Michaela's shoulder and onto her chest, so Michaela slipped her fingertips inside the waistband of her beige, hipster trousers, just slightly behind the flare of her hip. Big tits put her other hand round Michaela's waist and slid her fingers inside the waist band of Michaela's trousers in just about the same place. Big tits ran the back of her hand onto Michaela's breast. She captured the already hard nipple between her fore and middle fingers, the backs of them pressing on the flesh of the tit and the dark pink, almost brownness of Michaela's areola. In the dim light Michaela could just make out the look in Jaslyn's eyes and the slight smile on her face as she felt the fingers pulling on her nipple and the other hand sliding into her trousers. Michaela followed big tits lead. She slid her hand down inside Jaslyn's trousers, reveling in the womanly fullness of the hips. At the same time, she lifted her other hand and felt her heart start to pound as she lifted the large orb of flesh. Michaela almost smiled at her analytical mind as she found herself wondering just how much it weighed? That thought quickly left her mind though, as she enjoyed the twin pleasures of being caressed and of caressing another woman, a woman called Jaslyn or Jas, a woman she had nicknamed big tits, a woman whose big tits were now in her hand. They stayed like that for a moment or two but then Michaela saw a guy move behind Jaslyn, he dropped his towel and pressed himself against her bum, enquiringly. At pretty much the same time another guy moved alongside Michaela, he was naked. He cupped one of Michaela's tits and one of big tits, big tits. The other guy put his hand round Jaslyn and slid it into the front of her trousers. "Oh fuck," Michaela thought, not wanting this to be a foursome. Jaslyn must have thought and felt the same. She moved her face forward a little, nearer to Michaela, her lips were parted, and her tongue was touching her upper lip. Michaela guessed what was coming. She opened her lips a little, leaned her head forward and bent it to one side. They kissed. Each holding the other's breast, each with their hand in the other's trousers, each with a guy holding their other boob and one of his hands in their trousers, right on the pubic mounds, they kissed long, deeply and very satisfyingly, certainly to Michaela. As they kissed, though, Michaela felt her trousers being pulled down. Opening her eyes she saw that they were around her lower hips as were Jaslyn's. The guys were enjoying themselves, quite rightly and perfectly within the rules; after all it was the playroom. But it wasn't what Michaela wanted and, to her relief, she quickly learned it wasn't what big tits wanted either. As they broke the kiss Jaslyn said. "Let me take you somewhere Michaela, will you come with me?" Michaela smiled. "Of course Jaslyn, I would cum anywhere with you." Chapter 4 And cum she did. Jas was a great lover, both a giver and a taker. She had such a feminine body, such lovely hair that Michaela spent ages stroking and caressing and such soft lips. She had a round, full, softness that Michaela had never experienced. Sure, she had occasionally been with a bigger woman, the masseuse Gretta, who had fucked her on her massage table at the spa in the Cotswolds, obviously came to mind. But most of the women she had been with had been hand-picked hookers who had near perfect bodies. Jas's was so different. Rubenesque came to mind. She certainly was not fat, but then she didn't have the lithe firmness of the youthful female bodies that usually had sex with Michaela. Jas had a little podge, not big but certainly discernible, especially when they stood face to face in the beautifully appointed, private love room where she had brought Michaela, and they had removed their own clothes. Not unexpectedly her big tits did sag a little; especially when, after they had "become accustomed" to each other, Jaslyn had lay on her back, raised her knees, opened her legs, smiled, reached out with her arms out and had said. "Fuck me darling." That the two large orbs had slipped to either side of big tits' chest, did not deter Michaela at all. She slid between the, slightly too heavy thighs, wrapped her arms round the soft body, pressed her firm, respectable sized tits into Jaslyn's ripe melons of a bosom and squelched her already twice soaked, shaved pussy against the prominent and neatly trimmed landing strip of Jas' pubic mound. And like that she kissed and fucked her way to a wonderful mutual orgasm? Normally when Michaela had sex she was in charge. After all she was paying and he who pays the piper calls the tune, right? With Jaslyn it was wonderfully and so welcomingly different. From the moment she had taken Michaela's hand and so obviously had led her from the playroom, with men and women casting envious glances as it became obvious that the two most stunning women there were seeking privacy, she was in charge. Jaslyn was in charge when she chose the room, when she pulled Michaela inside and when she locked the door. It continued when she stood facing Michaela and slid her top off. "Undress darling and show me everything," she had said, making Michaela's heart pound. Jaslyn directed and controlled everything. Not once did she ask Michaela's opinion or preference, not once did she hesitate and not once did she look to Michaela for permission to do anything; she clearly assumed it was her right and that thrilled Michaela. No, Jaslyn was a leader and she expected Michaela to follow; Jaslyn was dominant and she insisted that Michaela be her submissive. And Michaela revelled in this new experience and found a submissive side to her that her high powered business life had led her to believe was not there. But it was. It was there as Jaslyn first made love to her. As she took Michaela in her arms, as she crushed her against her body, as they kissed and as Jaslyn's hands with no inhibitions whatsoever roamed over Michaela's body. It was there in the way that Michaela simply gave in, simply let Jaslyn lead her, direct her and dominate her. If anything, the more dominant and demanding Jaslyn became so Michaela became even more submissive, more feminine, more girly really. She whimpered and groaned, oooed and ahhed and sighed in a way that seemed so perfectly natural to her. The dominant, submissive nature of their developing relationship was evident as Jaslyn pulled Michaela down onto the low, ultra modern double bed, as she again crushed her to her body, kissed her, cuddled her, stroked and caressed her and then, obviously without waiting for an invitation, shoved three fingers right up Michaela's cunt. It was still there later as they stood in the centre of the room and they kissed, as Jaslyn turned Michaela round to face a huge floor to ceiling mirror. It was there as Jaslyn said. "Put your hands on the mirror to support yourself." And it was there as she pulled Michaela back a bit and pulled her legs wide open. It was very much there as Jaslyn reached round her from behind and as she, rather roughly, grasped Michaela's tits, as she pulled on her nipples and pinched the hardened, rubbery pinkness, making Michaela wince with pain, but not wishing to do anything to stop Jaslyn, she did and said nothing. It was there as the older woman ground herself against Michaela's pert ass that was stuck out lewdly, yet so invitingly. And of course it was there as one of Jaslyn's hands found Michaela's clit as the other continued on her breasts while Jaslyn squirmed herself against the base of Michaela's spine. Michaela did little other than glory in what Jaslyn was doing to her. But then, that was precisely what a submissive should do, it was exactly what a dom wanted and it was just what was required to make whatever it was that was happening between these two gorgeously, bi women happen even more intensely. And the interaction between them continued that way as Jaslyn said. "Stay exactly like that Michaela," as she sank to her knees behind Michaela. As she, firstly, wrapped her arms around Michaela's hips and squelched her breasts against Michaela's bum and then took hold of both of the cheeks that were just inches from her face. Michaela froze. She stayed exactly like that as Jaslyn pulled her cheeks apart and she stayed like that as she felt the other woman's gaze focusing partly on her lips, that she knew would be visible between her legs, but mostly on her anus, that Michaela just knew was about to be invaded. And she was right. But then isn't that an inevitability when a dom plays with her sub? Michaela's bum had of course been made love to before. Made love to with fingers, tongues, vibrators and a couple of cocks, but rarely by another woman. So when Jaslyn licked the length of the crease between the two splendidly pert mounds, when she pressed the tip of her straightened tongue right against the puckered hole and when she wiggled that inside a little, it was new territory for Michy. Sure she had done that to some of the female hookers she had bought, but no woman had done it to her. Just as no woman had soaked their fingers with her juices, no woman had rubbed those fingers right against her hole and just as no woman had then slid their wet fingers into Michaela's fully lubricated asshole. As Jaslyn slowly moved her finger around inside Michaela's bum so the fingers from her other hand found Michaela's other place. And leaning against that mirror, Michaela watched Jaslyn finger fuck her cunt and ass at the same time bringing her to a massive and very shuddering orgasm. Michaela had thought they would finish then, but she was wrong. Jas pushed her on her back on the bed and knelt beside her. "You know darling" she breathed as moved between Michy's legs that she pushed open with her knees. "You really are the most delicious fuck." "Thank you Jas" Michy rather naively replied not knowing what else to say. "And that my dear is exactly what I am going to do to you" she replied placing one knee outside Michy's lef leg and one indise right near to her crotch. Leaning forward, grabbing one of Michy's breasts and kissing her full on the mouth she let her body slip downwards so that the bloated lips if her cunt rested right in Michy's. And like that they tribbed to yet another mutual climax. The most striking feature to Michaela of the two or three hours they spent together in that room making love, was how Jaslyn was so in control of her. That's not to say that there wasn't tenderness, for there was. It was not to the exclusion of Michaela occasionally taking the lead, for she did and it wasn't as if Jaslyn didn't gain typical female pleasures from having her nipples sucked, her breasts squeezed or her pussy licked for she did. No all the girly things that bi girlies do to and for each other went on, but mostly at Jaslyn's direction and under her control. She had controlled and directed the exit from the playroom, their entry to the loveroom and their initial sexplay. She had directed the way their sex went, taking more and more from Michaela and demanding more extreme pleasures. She had enforced the way that they had so quickly pushed out the boundaries and she had dominated the entire time and activities in that room. She was even in total control when she got up from the bed and went and had a shower. As she was when she came back, dressed in her beige leisure suit, now zipped up to her neck and said completely without warning. "Well I have to leave you now Michaela, I have a date." Perhaps the most dominating thing she did all evening was then simply turning her back and walking out leaving Michaela laying naked on the bed wondering what the fuck had happened. After a short while of reflection she metaphorically shrugged her shoulders and thought. "What the hell? It was a fun and very sexually exciting experience and that was why she was here wasn't it?" She also showered and slipped into her leisure suit. Looking round the room, rather ridiculously checking to see if she had left anything, as if she had anything to leave, she smiled, opening the door that Jaslyn had left unlocked. Wandering out she turned left where there was a small crowd of men and women. She joined them and then suddenly she realised what they were staring at. On both sides of the corridor there was windows looking into small, but beautifully appointed rooms, with similar but smaller double beds as to where Michy had been with Jas. The room on the left seemed familiar for, of course, it was the room she and Jaslyn had shared. With a bloody great jolt Michaela realised that the mirror she had looked into and leaned against as Jaslyn had finger fucked her ass and pussy at the same time was not just a mirror, it was also a window and the crowd would have seen the two womens' every move. She was embarrassed at first, particularly when many of the men and a few of the women stared at her and smiled, but she became more attuned to her "fame" when she looked into the other room and saw the action there and when she walked further down the corridor and looked into the group room and saw at least a dozen people entwined in practically every form of sexual endeavour. Chapter 5 Michaela went back to the bar and had another vodka as she mulled over what to do next. Turning away from the bar she jumped when she almost bumped into someone who said. "Was it shaken or stirred?" Michaela didn't get the 007 reference at first for she found herself staring into the bluest pair of eyes she had ever seen, it was the Paul Newman look alike, old blue eyes as she immediately dubbed him. "Neither, just weakened with a little water and a touch of lemon" she replied. "Just dampened where it needs to be is it?" He asked, his eyes twinkling a slight grin on his face. "But of course," Michaela quipped back quite enjoying the risqué ribaldry; something she rarely got involved in for she so infrequently flirted with anyone. "Isn't that what this place is all about?" "Yes I suppose is, a little dampness, a stiff drink, or stiff something, and then who knows what, maybe even one of the loverooms for sublime pleasure and total satisfaction?" He said his eyes twinkling even more and his grin widening as Michaela realised that he must have seen her in there with Jaslyn. Michaela, now not embarrassed at all for some reason smiled. "Methinks someone has been peeping." "Then the methinks would be absolutely right." "Just one thing" Michaela said taking a sip of her drink as they walked over to a table and sat down. "There was nothing hard in there." "No but there was outside in many places I can assure you." "Really?" "Yes absolutely, still is in fact" blue eyes said looking down at the front of the white silk robe he was wearing." That of course caused Michaela to look down and she saw the bulge. She looked up again and their eyes met. Michaela sat there, transfixed almost, as the older man without a hint of embarrassment slowly pulled the robe undone beneath his waist. He was fully erect and she saw respectably well endowed. Still with the slight smile on his face and tinkle in his blue eyes he said. "Now that can be both shaken and stirred and even made a little wet." "I bet it can," she replied not really quite sure what to say. "And, my dear" he said leaning forward and putting his hand on the back of hers. "It seems such a waste not to do some of that don't you think?" Michaela had never been picked up or pulled or whatever you want to call it in such a way, but then she was hardly ever pulled or picked up and never in such a place as Helsborg. "Yes I suppose it would really." "Well then why don't we go somewhere and make exquisite love?" He asked running his fingers up inside the cuff of her top and along the bare skin of her arm. All inhibitions by now long gone, Michaela almost immediately replied. "What a good idea? But I am a little old fashioned in some ways." They stood up. Facing each other, his robe still bulging quite obviously from his erection, he said. "Oh and how is that, in which way I mean?" Michaela made herself appear as serious as possible and noted the look in his eyes as he clearly wondered what was coming next. "Well I have this absolutely cast-iron rule about sex." "Really what is it?" He asked his face now having a worried look. Michaela paused, she ran her fingers through her hair as she stared at blue eyes before saying, probably slightly louder than she should. "I never let anyone fuck me..................." She said pausing again as she enjoyed his concerned expression before adding. "Without knowing their name." He laughed and she saw smiles on the faces of a few people close by who must have been following the exchange. "I'm William, my friends call me Will." Michaela put her hand out and they shook hands as she said. "I'm Michaela or Michy, nice to meet you Will. Now you can fuck me." "So where would you like to go Michaela?" "Where would you like to take me?" She replied as they strolled out of the bar her arm through his. "Let's go somewhere private." "What like I thought I was with Jaslyn?" "Didn't you know that was an exhibitionist room?" "No, I had no idea." "That was a bit naughty of her. Do want to do that again?" It seemed amazing to Michaela that she was openly discussing such things with a guy she had only met five or so minutes before. But then she reconciled, doesn't that just go to show how people react to the environment they are in? Helsborg invited openness, lack of inhibitions and the availability of sex at all times, so such conversations were not really amazing here for they became the norm. "I don't min," she replied enjoying the feel of his arm pressing against her breast.