1 comments/ 27415 views/ 5 favorites Studenthouse Master Ch. 01 By: Spritty [This is part 1 of a longer series describing events occurring in a student house in the Netherlands. While loosely based on my life, the story is largely enhanced by my imagination. The girls are all real, their names have been changed. Enjoy and feel free to give feedback] It was pretty dark in the room, though I had cracked the shades on the windows and the moon gave enough light to see after my eyes had adjusted to the dim light. It was a warm summer night and the wind could only provide very little comfort here in the city of Groningen in the Netherlands. I was lying in bed, on my right side and though I hadn't moved in about thirty minutes, I was awake and listening for something I was sure was about to happen. My room in the was not very large, just about 3x4m with my table and computer in front of the window, my couch against one wall and my bed and closet on the other side. And of course the mattress with the girl on the floor in the center of the room. Her name was Bella and I had known her for about ten years, though we lost contact while I did my bachelors degree in the US and just recently picked it up again. Half German, half French, she was a smallish girl with dark eyes and hair, very nice curves and a firm body that she worked out constantly. Myself, I was a 25 year old psychology student. I worked out twice a week and tried to keep in shape and my face was described by some women as quite handsome, which I didn't doubt since I couldn't complain about a lack of female attention. A slight rustling sound caught my attention and in the dim light of the silvery moonlight I could see movement underneath her blanket which was, appropriately for the hot weather, quite thin. A smile played on my lips as I watched her hand descend her body while she was still lying on her back. At most, she was a meter away from me though in the darkness there was no way she could see that I was still awake, a fact that I had counted on. Trying to keep my breath calm and regular, I continued to watch with utmost attention as her hand made its way slowly across her belly and between her legs which she spread ever so slightly to gain access. She had not yet taken of any of her clothing and I was pretty sure she wasn't about to since this would have given her away. She was in fact wearing pajamas with underwear underneath in spite of the heat. She was quite shy that way, though I didn't doubt that by the end of her one-week visit with me that would have changed quite dramatically. I calmed my breath and listened intently and did not have much trouble picking up the slight sound of flesh rubbing on flesh, even though for the moment any visible movement underneath the covers eluded me. It was clear to me that she did not want to give me a show, but just wanted to get some relief and I wasn't about to ruin the moment by saying anything. Beginning softly, the rubbing sound became just slightly louder as she picked up some speed and for the first time I could see the slight rising and falling of the covers where her hand undoubtedly rubbed her clit underneath her panties. Sometimes, her hand would dip lower and I could hear the wetness of her pussy as she fingered it slowly but with great determination before wandering back to her clit and circling it again. My eyes traveled over her body to her tits, covered by the blanket and I was disappointed to see her other arm behind her head instead of playing with them. Her face lay mostly in shadows, but I could see her bite her lower lip as she slowly lifted her hips. The sudden sound of her moving on the mattress was almost a shook to my intently listening ears, but I could see her shove her pants down just enough to gain free and unhindered access to her pussy. The rubbing continued, but this time adding a slight squishy sound which told me she had spread her juices to her clit as well. Lying on my belly, with my head on my pillow gave me a great viewpoint, though my hard cock was pressing into the mattress and making it uncomfortable to remain like this. Smiling, I decided to spice up things a little and moved to lie on my right side so that my body was turned toward her. Her movements stopped immediately and I could feel her eyes on me, though I couldn't see them. Her breath, seconds ago still deep and becoming quicker was suppressed as she intently listened to whether I might have awoken or not. Lying on my side, I remained still and breathed deeply for a couple of minutes all the while watching her intently. I was not disappointed as soon she began her work again. The sound of her fingers slowly circling her clit, wet with her juices began to fill the room once more while I watched with fascination the blanket above her hips rose and fell as her hand moved up and down, picking up speed as she went along. Apparently she decided to finish this quickly before risking me waking up, something I didn't mind at all. With my other hand, under my blanket, I pressed a button of my cell phone sending a prepared text message. I had made sure the phone would be invisible under the blanket and all key-tones were turned off in order not to give me away. Timing was of the essence, though I wasn't overly worried since the recipient of the message was only a few rooms away, waiting for it. The sound coming from her was louder now, almost to the point where I would have to be tight at sleep to not hear it. Not only was it the sound of her attacking her clit with abandon, but also her breath was becoming faster and faster while her lower body started to move on its own, lifting and shifting beneath the ministrations of her hand. I was starting to get worried she might finish before my plan could get started when a very meek knock on the door killed all of her movement in an instant. Again, I didn't move and watched as the handle of the door turned and a sliver of light from the corridor flowed in, before the silhouette of a small girl pushed in and closed it again quietly. Then she moved over to my bed and went to her knees in front of it and pulled away my blankets and my underpants down. Luckily, her body prevented Isabelle from seeing my towering erection leaking pre-cum and she leaned forward to take it into her mouth. At this point, I raised my voice for the first time since we turned off the lights. "Nice. Just be quiet, I don't want you to wake her," I whispered to Justine the 19 year old Belgian business student. Of course, in close proximity as Bella was, she could understand every word I whispered. Justine had a beautiful round face, short blond hair to her shoulders and a petite body to kill for. During the summer she had taken to wearing tight shirts which showed of her small but perky breasts and her toned stomach which I loved coming on. She looked up from sucking my cook while the moonlight was lighting up her face and smiled. "Of course. But it is my turn today, remember?" she whispered back to which I gave a quick but muffled grunt as she took my member again in her mouth and swirled her tongue expertly around its head while at the same time fondling my balls with her hands. So I was lying there, naked with my cock in a beautiful girls mouth while a meter away from me another pretty girl was lying under her blanket with her pants down and a hand between her legs, still wet with arousal of an orgasm she didn't reach yet. The slurping sound Justine made while her lips were wrapped around my cook combined with the silvery moonlight was more than enough to give Isabelle a pretty good show. I gave Justine a slight push with one hand and without hesitation she climbed on the lower end of my bed, got between my legs and took my cook in her mouth again. I knew this way Isabelle had her first view of my dick while also allowing Justine to glance at the supposedly sleeping form of the girl on the mattress on the floor. Now, my cook is not huge but it is about 18cms or 7 inches long, slight curved and at the moment it was hard enough to plow a field. I just loved the view of the Belgian, French speaking vixen sucking on my cook while one hand played with my balls and the other grazed slightly over my abs up to my nipples to play with them, something I enjoyed quite a lot. On the side I could see Isabelle's hand moving slowly under her blanket again, her sounds completely obliterated by Justine's work. A big smile now spread across my lips. Bingo. From her movements, which became quickly faster, I could gather that she was just about to come and the view brought my blood to boil. I felt the tingling in my lower back and balls as my cum started to rise and put one hand and the back of Justine's head as I started to cum in her mouth lifting my hips and doing my utmost not to groan loudly. I wasn't sure whether I managed, but didn't really care either way. Shot after shot landed in the beautiful girls mouth and she swallowed without hesitation, something that she had a lot of exercise in while my hand pushed her head lower and my cock deep into her throat. In the foggy embrace of my own orgasm I could see Isabelle's body going stiff and a muted gasp escape her lips as she reached her own, both of us coming down together with her becoming very still again. "That was awesome. I would love to return the favor, bet we can't risk her waking up. You'll have your turn tomorrow," I whispered to Justine who smiled broadly, gave me a quick peck on the cheek and crawled out of bed and left the same quiet way she entered. I remained lying naked and uncovered on my bed, my slowly shrinking erection standing up in the warm summer air, listening to Isabelle's breathing, waiting to see whether she would say anything. But she didn't, so I pulled up my underpants, rolled over and went to sleep. Before I drifted of I could hear her moving again as she pulled up her pajama pants and panties. This was going to be a very interesting week, indeed. Studenthouse Master Ch. 02 [Again, this story is roughly based on real events enhanced by my imagination with changed names for all the participants. Enjoy and feel free to comment] I slept well and deep that night with the sexual gratification Justine had so generously provided and heightened by Bellas ministrations on herself. I awoke to sunlight streaming through the blinds of my windows and throwing rows of fine shadows across the room. I was awake earlier than usual but for good reasons I remained in bed and motionless. I knew Bella was a early bird and probably already awake and a cautious look around confirmed my prediction. She was indeed still lying there, but her eyes were open from time to time while she waited for me to awaken. Luckily, she didn't notice me checking on her and so I put my head down again on the pillow, which allowed me to see most of her body but not her head, which in turn concealed my eyes and head from her as well. It was probably around 9 in the morning, I guessed and the student house was still deep asleep. Usually, people wouldn't get up before 10 unless they had a really important lecture. Since I knew Bella for many years and this was not the first time we slept in the same room I knew she had a more than healthy sexual appetite, however due to some bad experiences in her past she didn't get involved with men but took care of that herself. And after the little show last night, I didn't doubt she would still be aroused. But for the moment she just lay there, maybe drifting in and out of sleep while I watched. Life in the house was great. My room was in the section of the house provided exclusively to Master and PhD students, which as it turned out where just girls. Very good looking girls from a variety of countries around the globe. I shared a kitchen with 18 of them, though of course not all of them would be in the kitchen at once. I moved to Groningen in June with a plan to enjoy the year I was going to spend there and with delight at the company I was going to keep. Don't get me wrong, Dutch girls are among the most pretty in the world, tall, slender and mostly blonde but I appreciate some variety in girls and absolutely go for dark hair. Therefore I was in luck since many of the girls in the house came from South America. However, my first conquest was not so exotic, but rather a homely German girl named Sabine I met in one of my classes first and who moved to the house just a couple of weeks later at my urging. She was slightly smaller than me with small but perky breasts, a nice behind and just few extra pounds on her figure, not too much of course. But what I liked most about her was her face, oval and friendly with long dark blonde hair and pretty eyes. Her nose tended to wrinkle in a funny fashion when she laughed. All in all, while she was not a top 10, she was adorable and, as it turned out, quite sexually experienced. Even though we were both German, we never talked in German but rather preferred English. We got to talking and decided to go study together at my place for an upcoming exam. She arrived at around 4 in the afternoon at the front door where I picked her up. She was wearing nothing special, just a pair of jeans which did not fit her to tightly, a shirt and a scarf that made any looks at her breasts impossible. Which I didn't take as a good sign towards her intentions, but easy conquests aren't as much fun as difficult ones. In fact, we did talk about class and we did some studying for about an hour, however hunger soon began to nag at us and we moved to the kitchen. „So, what would you like for dinner?" I asked while opening a bottle of wine and filling two glasses. Soon we had decided on a fine omelet with cheese and peppers which was easy and fast to make and actually my specialty. We took the meal to my room, and I put on some TV while we ate on the couch, making easy conversation about our earlier lives before coming to the Netherlands. As it turned out, she was another psychology student from Northern Germany spending a couple of semesters abroad, was single at the time and enjoyed all the benefits the Netherlands had to offer. Speaking of which. "How about we smoke some weed and chill out while watching a little TV. I think we did enough studying anyway and I've got some good stuff from my favorite coffee shop," I suggested, got up without waiting for much of an answer and picked up my hookah, which is my preferred way of smoking it. I had a bowl ready for myself in the evening, so the set-up took only a few seconds and soon a piece of coal was glowing on top while I sucked at the mouthpiece for it to ignite the weed and tobacco mix. Sabine had only given a token protest, but since she had already admitted to enjoying this particular benefit herself it didn't take long for her to smile shyly and then wait eagerly. After I had taken a first deep puff and felt the relaxing feeling of the weed, named Snow White by the way, and handed it over to her we fell into silence for a couple of minutes. Just enjoying the feeling of floating while occasionally taking puffs to increase the high. I had switched on the TV at the time and some movie about a the life of a Dutch teenager was running. We watched in silence as he struggled through puberty and lost his virginity to a hooker, which of course was not explicitly shown. "Wow," she mouthed slowly "What a weird way to lose your virginity." At this time she loosened the scarf around her neck. We we're sitting right next to each other on the couch, the hookah on a small IKEA table in front of us. "Why, how did you lose yours?" I asked without much thinking about it. Weed always makes me more talkative and I enjoy having long and elaborate discussions without being able to remember what I said just 5 minutes ago. It just felt right. "Well, like most girls I guess. My first boyfriend took it when I was 14. He wasn't very good at what he did, but then neither was I. How about you?" she replied while commercials where running. "Pretty much like that guy. I was older than that, so it wasn't illegal or anything, but I hadn't had much luck with girls and was dying to get rid of some steam. So, I checked the website of the local brothel in Germany and pondered what to do for a couple of weeks before finally withdrawing some cash and going for it." "You didn't!" She exclaimed and hit me on the shoulder, laughing. "Sure did. Her name was Irene, if I remember rightly" I told her the story, going into quite some details which she soaked up like a sponge, hitting the hookah now and again. I went to the local brothel on a summer afternoon, not knowing that most girls would only show up in the evening. I had butterflies in my belly and sweaty palms, but was determined to not let that stop me. So I went up the stairs to a corridor ringed by doors on both sides. Soft music was drifting in the air and a peculiar smell dominated. A smell which, to this day, I associate with brothels all over the world. The smell of sweat, perfume, cum and condoms. Most doors were closed, but some were open and a about five girls stood there in their underwear, smiling at me. A couple I dismissed out of hand for being too old or not good looking enough but at the end of the corridor one caught my eye. Probably in her late twenties with blonde dyed hair and a firmly toned body she wore a black lace bra with matching panties, high heels and a mischievous smile on her lips. Usually I would have preferred a brunette, but since one to my liking was available, I decided to be open minded. In later years I learned to always talk to some of the girls and make more than one round before deciding on one, but this time a lower part of my body made the decision for me. "Hi. Do you want to come in?" She asked me while flipping her hair back over her shoulder. I nodded nervously and entered while she closed the door behind me. It was a small room with dimmed light and a bed in the middle. A TV was running on a small nightstand. It was clean and quite simple and the smell that permeated the whole building was much stronger here. "How much?" I asked, skipping all pleasant conversation, but she didn't seem to mind that. "50 for a blowjob and sex." I nodded again, took the money out of my wallet and handed it to her. She put it into a drawer, turned around and opened the clasp that held her bra, before taking of her panties as well. She was completely shaven and had a small tattoo on her back, some kind of Chinese symbol. Without her high heels she was a head smaller than me, something that gave me some much needed confidence. Her body was in great shape, just the hint of a six pack showing above her navel and firm, large tits with piercings through both nipples. "Your turn". Slowly I took of my clothes, almost falling over when stepping out of my pants. But before long I was naked before her, my cock already hardening at the sight of her naked form and the thought of what was to come. She put a towel on the bed and guided me to lay down on my back while she moved between my legs and started playing with my cock which got rock hard in a matter of seconds in her hands. Smiling the looked up at me, then lowered her head down and took it into her mouth, something that I commented with a shocked gasp. I spread my legs when she began to fondle my balls with her hands while her tongue played around the head of my dick with the skill only someone who does this professionally can muster. I was looking down at the dark roots of her otherwise blonde hair as her head rose and fell in a steady rhythm when she looked up and winked at me with a broad smile, her tongue dancing along the sensitive underside of my cook. I felt my cum rising already and knew that I couldn't last like this for long even though I had jerked of at home just two hours earlier to prevent exactly that. Apparently she could feel that as well and my dick popped out of her mouth, her tongue playing with it a little more before she brought up a condom, unpacked it and put it on me. "Just relax," she murmured when she climbed up on me and positioned herself over me. I could feel the heat coming of her body and her pussy and when she lowered herself on my hardness while biting her lip I entered not only her, but also paradise. Her tits started to sway in front of my face while I was still contemplating touching her while she worked her way up and down on me, her hands on her thighs. Soon my contemplation ended and I raised my hands to her breasts, playing with her pierced nipples between my fingers and feeling the curves with wide eyes. She had implants, that much I figured out easily by touching her, but I didn't mind. In fact, it turned me on even more by just thinking of how depraved this actually was, me fucking a pierced, tattooed hooker with implants in a brothel and my breath became fast and labored just as she picked up speed. I could see the soft curve of her belly and her spread pussy lips around my dick. My hands dropped to her hips and I began to move my own up and down, pushing into her at first with a certain lack of rhythm but catching on fast. Soon we moved in coordination, my balls slapping against her pussy and ass when I felt my cum rising again, this time with a speed and force that left me stunned. I grunted as it erupted from my dick, just to be contained by the condom but I kept fucking her while pulling her chest down towards me and putting my face between her breasts, licking her nipple between grunts while she kept moving, lifting me just a little higher in orgasmic bliss before, with a another grunt and deep breaths I fell back. "I've never seen a hooker before," Sabine said finally when my story ended. Her cheeks hat colored and her breath was going a bit labored, it wasn't too difficult to realize she had gotten quite aroused from my detailed description of my first time. "Well, there is a red light district here in Nieuwstadstreet. They stand behind glass doors so you can see them. You can just cycle by if you want," I explained. In fact, in Groningen, the red light district was not even far away from the town center. I cycled through it sometimes on my way to class and didn't even have to go out of my way. "I can't. It would be weird. To ride alone through that street," she replied quickly but with a certain emphasis on alone that raised an eyebrow on my head. "Wanna go? I can come along." I asked with a smile "And we can get a bit of fresh air to clear our heads," I added. Taking another deep hit of the hookah, she smiled and nodded finally. Just minutes later we left the house and cycled slowly towards the city center, just 15 minutes away. Just when my mind turned over to the events of that evening, I heard a deep breath and my attentive eyes followed a hand moving underneath the covers towards Bella's sensitive center and I knew, I was about to be entertained with another show. Though I had no intention of letting her off as easy as the night before. Studenthouse Master Ch. 03 [Sorry for the delay, I was quite busy. I hope to get new stories online a little more regularly. Enjoy and feel free to comment, as always. The names of the girls have of course been altered, but the places are real.] The warm night of a Dutch summer greeted us as we left the student house on our bikes and made our way along the canals of the of Groningen towards the city centre, only a couple of minutes away. I enjoyed the view of Sabine's ass slowly moving while she rode slightly in front of me while the effect of the weed we had smoked earlier was still buzzing in my head and filling it with the light buzz of absolute happiness. I also felt a familiar stirring in my pants, an effect weed regularly had on me and especially now, in view of what was lying ahead. Scores of young people were moving with us, some on foot in preparation of heavy drinking, other on bikes. Groningen has a very young population due to the fact that 25% of the inhabitants are students and lots of girls were out in the best outfits, tight jeans which showed their nice rounded behinds and short skirts which were impossible to handle properly on bikes, a fact nobody seemed to mind. A couple of canals later we locked our bikes and entered the steady stream of people who were, just like us, out for a stroll in the inner city. Though as we entered a certain neighborhood, girls became less frequent and men started to dominate. We spoke little when a red glow in the next street announced our target. Nieuwstadtstraat is quite in the center of Groningen, separated from the market place only by two other streets. On both sides windows, illuminated mostly red, or glass doors allow the women to show what they are offering. "Here we are. Let's just take a look, ok?" I said, leading her slowly by the elbow on the sidewalk along the windows. Behind them, women and girls of every kind greeted us. A nice, possibly Dutch but more likely eastern European blonde winked at us, clad only in a very thin string and matching bra while sucking on her finger. With a reddening face, Sabine looked to the ground but I took the time to return the wink without slowing my stride. Doing so would have implied interest, but Sabine wasn't ready for that yet. We passed another couple of windows, one hosting a older woman, offering SM services while whips and chains decorated the walls of her room. Brunettes, blondes, one red head, a couple of older but mostly very young and quite attractive girls lined the road showing the best Groningen had to offer. Finally I stopped at one window I knew. The girl, Mara, was a brunette in her late twenties with a body that she only removed from the gym to offer it here, stood behind it. She had a nice six-pack underneath a couple of very decorative tattoos, long legs and an ass that could crack a walnut if she so desired. I had been with her a couple of times and never regretted having her suck my dick in long and deliberate movements while I watched in the mirror next to the bed. Her face did look a bit like Bella, one of the reasons why I had chosen her the first time and something that would become interesting later on as Bella would get to know her quite intimately. "What do you think of her?" I asked Sabine which remained half a step behind me, her face still reddened but nonetheless filled with quiet curiosity. Sabine took a moment to take Mara in, the magnificent breasts, barely held in check by a white bra that hardly covered her dark nipples and the piercing in her belly button. "She's pretty. A little dominating, I think," she said just as Mara opened the door and stepped out to give me a long hug with a short grab along the front of trousers, which had gotten quite tight at this point. "Hey sweetie, how's it going? Came by for a little fun? Who's your friend?" she asked with a slight eastern accent and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Going pretty well, Mara. This is Sabine, a friend of mine. I thought I'd give her a tour of the sights," I pointed to Sabine, who stepped a little closer and was quite surprised when she, too, was grabbed in a hug by the almost naked woman. Mara, never shy of any opportunity, also took a moment longer than really necessary to press herself against the shy German girl, before she stepped back with a coy smile. "So, do you guys want to have some fun?" Her offer was not surprising, it was her job after all. But it was still too soon for that. "Another time maybe, but have a nice evening. I'll see you around," I winked and we left after another peck on the cheek. We moved down the windows to the end of the road and started up on the other side on our way back. "I can't believe they are selling themselves. How much does it cost anyway?" she asked while we looked a heavy boned black woman which did not quite suit my taste. "Many of them enjoy what they're doing and the money is pretty good. Much better than what they could make otherwise. Around 50 Euros for half an hour, depending on what you want," I explained as we stopped by another window. Behind it was Denise, a girl I had been with twice and enjoyed quite a lot. She was new to the business and had an innocence to her the other girls had lost a long time ago. She was also quite young, 19 at the time and thus younger than both Sabine and me. She wore a green bikini and had a very nice body that still showed just the smallest signs of baby fat while her large eyes looked to the floor every couple of seconds you talked to her. While shy, she really enjoyed her work and was one of the few girls not from another country, but from the Netherlands itself. She actually studied Business during the day at the same university and I had seen her from a distance on campus. "Hey Denise. This is Sabine, she also studies here. Just showing her the sights," I introduced my companion while hugging her slender frame. "Mind if we come in for a sip of water?" Of course, she didn't mind and led us up the stairs to a small room consisting of a bed, mirrors on the walls, a bathtub and toilet in the corner and a closet for her stuff. Sabine followed a little behind, but follow she did and soon I had a glass of water in my hand, Denise chatting aimlessly about classes and customers. "So, Sabine is a bit innocent in some regards, so I'm showing her what you do here. How about you give her a little demonstration?" I asked while handing her a 100 Euro bill. Sabine looked shocked and about to raise a complaint but I put a finger an her lips and pointed to the chair. She sat down, her face red and her eyes very large. But the weed and the evenings stimulation had done their work and she wasn't about to leave. The money disappeared quickly and Denise landed in my arms, pressing her belly into my crotch while I lowered my head and kissed her deeply, my tongue slowly intertwining with hers in her mouth while my hand moved down the knead her right breast through her bikini. Her felt her nipple harden quickly between my fingers and she let out a quiet moan in my mouth. Then, she tore herself from me, dropped to her knees and opened my belt and pants, all the while grinning broadly until she had freed my rock hard cock and was stroking it slowly to its full size. I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it towards Sabine while stepping slowly out of my pants. Now fully nude, I looked down at the gorgeous young girl swirling her tongue around the head of my cock while she gently fondled my balls with her other hand. My eyes wandered over to Sabine, who sat on the chair, her legs crossed and looking enraptured by the scene before her. As she noticed me looking at her, she blushed even more, but did not look away. I noticed her nipples were quite noticeable underneath her blouse. I looked down again as Denise took my cock deep into her mouth, her hands now grabbing my ass as she pulled herself closer and closer. I closed my eyes for a moment as a wave of pure bliss hit me. The feeling of her throat constricting around my dick was intensified a hundredfold by the effect of the weed and time seemed to trickle by extremely slowly, enhancing the feeling. In addition to this my cock was hard as a rock, also due to the weed which has this kind of effect on me. Slowly, her hands left my behind and wandered up my belly to my nipples which she rubbed in small circles, leaving me gasping for air for a moment. Laughing, she broke from me and stepped backwards toward the bed, taking of her bra and showing her nicely formed little tits with the large, dark nipples standing erect. She set down on the bed, then leaned back using her arms behind her back to arch her body to near perfection while slowly opening her legs to invite me. I didn't hesitate and with my dick pointing the way I followed her and went to my knees. I ripped open the knots that held her bikini bottoms together and exposed her finely trimmed hair just about her already glistening slit. Her clit was also poking out ever so slightly, just asking for attention which I did not deny it. Kissing her legs I moved up and put the tip of my tongue on her swollen clit and started massaging it with slow circles before starting the alphabet routine of movements while my finger founds her moist entrance and, with little resistance, entered her. She was tight, warm and wet and her aroma rose around my nose, causing my cock to twitch in anticipation. With my face buried in her lap and my tongue hard at work my fingers found and circled her nipples, slightly twisting and teasing them. Her breaths had gotten deep and her belly rose with each, showing the soft outline of her muscles. Just a hint, but in my opinion there is nothing my sexy about a woman than a smooth belly with just a few lines of definition. Her hands grabbed my hair and pushed me deeper, while her hips started rotating slowly under my ministrations. Finally, her breaths became short gasps and a slight tremble overcame her body, but before she could come, I pulled back smiling and wiped her nectar from my beard. The look on her face was priceless, a combination of fury and lust. I looked over and saw Sabine, one hand pushed up her blouse to cup one of her breasts, the other inside her opened jeans, working herself while biting her lower lip. Denise followed my look, leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "Does she want to try me? Or join us?" I considered for a moment, but decided against it. It was too early and I wanted to keep Sabine a little on edge before pushing her to the limits. So I stood up, grabbed Denise's hips and pushed her back on the bed, positioning my cock just in front of her moist whole. She grabbed a rubber from the nightstand and, with a movement that told of daily routine, ripped it open and put it over my cock which was dripping pre-cum at a considerable rate. As soon as my tool was wrapped, I pushed my hips forward and entered her to the hilt which caused her to moan loudly and cross her legs behind my back. With my head buzzing because of the weed and sweat now coating both our bodies caused by the high temperatures in the roam, I began to slowly pump her while she shuddered every time underneath me. A look to the side showed Nadine lowering her pants to get better access to her own clit, however she did not take of her panties which were just a pair of white cottons with a very much noticeable wet spot in front where I could see her fingers working furiously. I flipped Denise over on her knees with her face to Sabine and entered her from behind. I could see both of them perfectly, the younger girl on her knees before me, her round ass cheeks pressed against my crotch and the base of my cock visible where it entered between her pussy lips, and Sabine on the chair heavily involved with herself. I felt myself getting close fast, watching myself pounding the girl in the mirror next to the bed and getting lost for a moment in the soft jiggle of her breasts. I put one hand around her throat, pulled her up against my chest and put the other hand on her hip to hold her in place as I pounded her faster and faster, sweat now running down my back. Sabine was now treated with the full view of Denise's naked body, taken from behind with my hands around throat and hip. Every thrust another moan escaped the young prostitute and her body was trembling in the approach of a powerful orgasm as my hand moved from her hip between her legs and found her clit which I rubbed with some force. That pushed her over the edge and between she started gasping loudly while her whole body shook, held upright only by me. At the same time I felt my cum rising slowly, but unstoppable and so I pushed her forward, pulled my cock out of her dripping wet pussy and pulled the condom off just in time to shot several hot spurts on the tattoo on her back. At this point it was I who was barely holding on as one of the most powerful orgasms yet ripped through my body, partly due to the unique situation I was in, partly due to the fact that Sabine was also coming quite hard and the view of her, biting her lower hip and rolling her eyes and partly because of the weed which made this orgasm seem to last for a small eternity in which I still worked my cock slowly. The slowly ran down Denise's ass crack and disappeared while her heaving body still shivered with every breath. We didn't speak much on the way home. When we finally moved through the door, Sabine asked: "So... how about another hookah?" I could only grin and my cock started to harden inside my pants immediately again. At that moment a low mean escaped Bella's mouth, more of a deep breath, but it brought me back to reality and the early morning in my small room in the Winschoterdiep student house and the hot girl lying on the mattress on my floor with her hand between her legs. While I had reminisced about past romantic encounters, she had recalled the events of the night before and the thought alone was enough the make her wet. And since she was an early bird and I was not, she assumed I was still asleep and started to take care of herself. Of course, I was not asleep, nor was I inclined to let her off that easily. From the increased movement of her fingers, which I could of course not see but hear, I surmised that she was close to orgasm and decided this was a good time as any. So I yawned loudly, sat up and pushed aside my blanket and rose. My underwear was, understandably, tented. But my intend was clear. "So, how about we got some breakfast?" I asked, ignoring my towering manhood while putting on some pants and a shirt from the day before. She, obviously interrupted in her work, could only nod. Today was going to be a good day. Today, I was going to get her as horny as she had ever been.