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Slechts Groot Ch. 01

By: thexxxee



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M+/F, Intr, Slut Wife, Size, Exh, Brothel, Orgy, SM, and is Pre-Viral.

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In late spring, the canals, the many little bridges that ribbed each canal into the distance, and all the walkways leading to and from were framed with blooming trees and flowers, a scene that deserved to have been painted by one of the classic painters. But this was Amsterdam, and such scenes had been famously recreated by many Masters, over hundreds of years. An extra little flower from America was a part of today's scene. Jaimie was central on one of the up and over bridges. There she was leaning upon a stone wall railing, peering onto the canal scene of barges. There was even a classic Keeshond, a Dutch barge dog, down there on one commercial boat. In total, a very busy route of commerce.

"Hoeveel voor een uur?" Interrupted her relaxed view of the waterway.

"Hoeveel voor een uur?" Again, from a sliver headed fellow with a matching silver beard.

Jaimie was confused. And, actually, it was many seconds before she even realized that he was asking something of her. And he was asking whatever it was, kindly, but with a noticeable self interest. That was particularly reflected in his face as he scanned Jaimie from head to foot. He twisted his head, as in puppy dog fashion, and asked again.

"Om fysieke liefde te maken. Hoeveel voor een uur?" All said with focus and precision.

Another man, who was between Jaimie and her husband Dave, intervened. He put his palm up to the man with the question, and addressed Jaimie.

"American?" 

Jaimie nodded quickly and with some relief that someone at least knew that she spoke English.

"He wants to know how much you charge. How much for an hour of sex?" 

"Me? Why is he asking me?"

"Well...oh, what is your name Miss?"

"Jaimie."

"Well, Jaimie, the RLD is less than a mile away, and, sometimes, the girls will come as far as over here for a break. He just thinks that you are one of the girls."

"He thinks that I am a professional whore?" And she looked down at her short black jacket, with nothing but legs extending from the bottom of the jacket to the lace up leather bootlets. She thought that this outfit, with the mini hiding beneath the jacket was absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. The length of the skirt and the exposure of the legs was ultra common. Every day in the USA and England, this type of outfit pranced up and down streets all day and night. It was accepted as either business or leisure clothing, as far as she was concerned. After all, it was 1970 now. And she was not limited to a grandpa and grandma type of archaic vision. With her initial anger calming, she began to feel that a weird kind of compliment had been given to her. And she needed to deal with the man asking the question. Her husband Dave was coming over to her, as she told her personal interpreter to tell that man who requested sex that she was flattered, but that,

"Uh, er, I am married.", and she held up her wedding band, so that the solicitor might see it.

Almost at the same time, the friendly interpreter was telling the man what she had just said.

And the man replied, "Hoeveel?"

"Jaimie, he still wants to know how much." And the interpreter, smiled upon seeing her exasperated face, then quickly turned around and in some, apparently, direct manor, terminated the other man's request for sex. The solicitor walked away with his hands up in a frustrated 'what can you do?' manner.

Dave arrived, just as the man was leaving. "What the hell just happened?"

"Oh, that man thought I was a professional whore. He was asking how much I charge for an hour And this nice man..." She opened for him to give his name.

"Kees (pronounced Kayes)"

"Well, Kees was nice enough to help straighten things out."

Dave never took any of what was reported as negative. Rather, with a twinkle in his eyes and a mischievous smile he asked, "Well, how much?"

"Oh, you. With comments like that, Kees is going to think that we are awful."

Kees jumped right in with, "No, I think no such thing. I think that you are a young couple, full of energy and enjoying the fun of the moment."

Dave formally thanked him. And Kees said that he needed to leave. But before he left, he looked at Jaimie once more and gave her his card. 

"Should you two need income while you are here in Holland, I might have work for Jaimie at one of the clubs that I run. I say this, only just in case funds are ever needed.. It was very nice meeting both of you." And he walked away.

Jaimie was still more than a little aghast. "Wow, I won't forget being on this bridge "

"Ah, I kind of think that it was all pretty polite, and, well, up front and direct. Now I know how we can make money to fund the rest of this trip and travel even more "

"Funny. Funny." And she looked at the card that Kees left. 

The only sense that she could get out of the card was that it involved two different clubs at the same address. Strange, but the card was divided right down the middle, with a different club name separately listed on each side. But each side had that same address and same phone number printed out. She had no idea what it meant, but one club was called 'Aardbei Club' (Strawberry Club), and the other was called 'Slechts Groot' (Only The Large).

So, one man sees this American and immediately wants to fuck her. Another saves her and gives her his card, just in case she wants to work in a sort of 'Venice of the North' city. Perhaps the action had something to do with the way this American looked? It was not just the outfit. If you peeled away the jacket, then the mini, you had a gorgeous woman. A perfectly balanced face of delicate features, topped by a feather hairdo of the day, ala Farah Fawcett, only jet black. An amazing 34B-20-32 body that was toned by college cheerleading, and then, later, professional dance. She was used to attention.

She put the card in her jacket pocket and left the bridge with her husband. After some more sight-seeing, they arrived back at the little room that they had rented. That room was equivalent to an early hostel, and the basic part of a trip plan that was created over the last two years. They were making the most of it, using the room as a hub for many short range adventures. Amsterdam, alone, was enough to keep them entertained. But Kees just happened to be prophetic about the limiting factor. Indeed, the couple's finances were quite small. A low, but safe, limit of their funds would be met within the week. Then, they would only have enough for plane fare to the states.

Getting a local low pay job was an idea that Dave had last week. Then, the intention was that he be the one to do it. Such a job would stop the hemorrhage of funds and extend their stay. But he approached the quest without dedication; so, it was no surprise to either of them that the associated lack of effort assured his failure to obtain any job. 

Almost simultaneously, both developed a new curiosity about Kees's club offer. She pulled the card out, and, together, they looked at the address again. In the short time that they had been in Amsterdam, they had learned enough about the city to realize that the street was not that far away. The address seemed like it would be very close to the Red Light District. But, then, many restaurants and businesses thrived on the traffic generated within that entire section of town. A down the street, or around the corner, club could take good advantage of such pedestrian flow. 

She had never worked in a club; still, she knew some general information about clubs. Usually, there were many different jobs for a woman in a club: greeter, coat room attendant, waitress, even office and kitchen help were common possibilities. For a moment, she fantasized that 'dance' could be an added possibility. The type of low pay job did not really matter to Jaimie. She was never afraid to do her part. And she thought that, maybe she could be the one to extend their stay. 

Two Very Special Clubs

The evening adventure would be finding Kees's clubs. They could check them out and see if there might be any sort of real job for Jaimie. A quick snack in the room, and a clothes change for both, then off to the evening streets. Jaimie had fluffed her hair up, and replaced the jacket with a longer silver dress coat which had a white rabbit fur collar. Under it, for nightclub flair, she had on a little blue mini. It had six tiers of tassel like fringe that started under her breasts, and went from that point down to the hem. The effect was to swish around in the air, with her slightest movement. The skirt's length was 14 , but the last tassels extended it all the way down to 16 . Her earrings matched, as they were single blue tassel designs. Then, the bare legs went on down to the blue wide based 4 heels. It all had a nice go-go look of the era. She looked sharp enough for any upscale nightclub.

Searching for the address took them straight into the Red Light District. Rather than dampen the quest, that fact actually increased their curiosity. In all their daily activities, they shared youth, inquisitiveness and an acceptance of the many cultural differences that might be possible. This evening's limited quest seemed to be an exact fit with their definition of a fun exploration. After walking past many shops, many other pedestrians, and many prostitutes, they found the address.

They stood in front of an old three story row house. This complex was unusual, since it was, at least, four units wide. There seemed to be lighting and activity all along that width and through every level of its height. One tall double door entry was positioned central. Above the entry were two separate signs. One read "Slechts Groot" and the other, "Aardbei Club". So, they had found them. It was not what Jaimie was expecting. Still, the building had more prominence than any other within the block, and there certainly was activity within. The voices and music carried beyond that entrance, and into the street. The doorman was tall, stocky, and dressed with a checker jacket and thin tie. Evidently, these clubs were private, for the doorman was closely inspecting a certain card that was always in the possession of anyone who might be attempting to enter.

All that Jaimie and Dave could show to the doorman was the business card that Kees gave to Jaimie. He looked at the card, nodded his head in some sort of approval and actually winked at Jaimie. She somehow found that action to be in perfect sync with the other strange events of the day. He opened one of the doors wide for both to enter. And then he directed them to the rear of a central lobby. There were plush seats in variations of straight singles, lounges and even some circular ones that enveloped columns. Overdone clusters of ornaments and hung artwork finished up the space. While Jaimie thought that all furnishings were probably costly, she also thought that the lobby bordered on being gaudy.

As they walked straight through, they noted that swinging glass doors were on their right. They were not swinging at the moment. And they provided a crystal clear view into what was labeled the "Aardbei Club". The couple stopped and peered through into the atmosphere. There were a large number of men, perhaps 25 to 30, each with his own table or booth, and each with his own beautiful girl. The girl was either sitting close to the man or sitting directly upon his lap. Most girls were wearing mini skirts and heels. Very sharp outfits. Some girls had on less clothing. Those wore variations that included, blouses, thongs and heels, just thongs and heels, and some who only had heels. Dave was smiling, and appeared very happy. Jaimie was startled. 

Kees had been notified by the doorman, and was coming from his back office to meet them. He noted them looking into Aardbei, and the surprise on both of their faces was obvious to him.

"Jaimie and Dave, I am so glad that you decided to drop by. Oh, and I see that you have already looked into my Aardbei Club. Let's see, in English, it would be 'Strawberry Club'."

With no sound coming from either Jaimie or Dave, he continued, "I can also see that I need to talk with you both in my office. To, at least, explain a few things to you. So, come on back with me."

Jaimie started toward Kees, then, realizing that Dave was not moving, she reached back and grabbed him. Hand in hand, they followed Kees to his office. Once there, he asked them to sit and be comfortable, while he explained.

"I did not think that I would ever need to explain my business to you. As much as I hoped that you would drop by, I had resigned myself to our brief encounter today. But, you are here And, now, I must admit that I am only slightly different from the man who wanted you today at the bridge."

Jaimie knitted her brow and now focused closely on every word that Kees was saying. Dave did the same, but without the knitted brow.

"I also noted your beauty, today, Jaimie. I was contemplating how to slip you my card, when the other fellow actually helped me do it. In offering work to you, I truly had no confirmation that you might need money during your visit to Amsterdam. But I knew that budgets frequently run dry, and just thought that I would cover the unlikely possibility."

Now that Kees could see that he had the attention of both Jaimie and Dave, he went straight to the truthful definitions.

"Aardbei is a men's club. In that club, the women are highly paid to entertain the men. And we obtain very beautiful women, as I am sure that you noticed. We always hope that they have a good time, while giving a good time. In reference to the men? They are screened well, and to maintain high standards, they must pay an annual fee that eliminates all but the most sincere and, perhaps, you would say, the most rich or best kept. We share that income with our girls, according to the number of men who she entertains."

He noted a quizzical look from both Jaimie and Dave, and decided to make it absolutely clear.

"How many men she has sex with."

The last shock was removed, and he was pleased that he still had their attention.

"It is not an ugly activity here. It is not a sin in our little world. It is pleasurable good business. Jaimie, do you like sex?"

"Uh, yeah, sure I like sex. But..." "And Dave, do you like for Jaimie to have good sex? Have you ever had thought of her being with another man?"

Dave, in a rather matter of fact manner, "Yes, to both questions."

Jaimie took his answer and all of the other radical input, and processed it fast, but also as accurately as she could. She had once thought about whether she could have survived as an upscale hooker. It was only a fantasy, especially in the USA. But, here, in this place and time, and with this particular husband, there was an air of possibility. She, at least, needed to consider her fantasy once more. That she might be able to make a nasty fantasy come true, while gaining more than survival money? Well, that might prove to be the proverbial frosting. Now, she was able to shock Dave a little.

"Just how much do the girls make?"

Sensing a long shot success, Kees answered quickly, "In Aardbei, she earns a straight 50 guilder, about 72 American dollars, per service. Sometimes that is earned within a very short period of time. " 

In showing a bright facial response, Jaimie also showed why she did so poorly at poker.

He smiled and covered the other extreme. "Sometimes it is earned after a sexual duty that is intense and lengthy. In all cases, the girl only need earn what she is comfortable earning. I never worry, for there is always a girl who is ready to earn her portion. It all averages out. There is no concern by either the member or the girl about price negotiations, which makes it all more enjoyable for both parties. The members are not to tip the girls. It is all a straight forward and a very clear service. It is up to me to earn the trust of the girl. If I ever error, I promise the error is always to pay the girl more than is expected."

Jaimie looked at Dave. He smiled real big, tilted his head and opened his eyes wide with a type of 'Well?' attitude.

Jaimie had a difficult time believing what she asked next. "Can you show me what it is like to work here? Is there a girl who can talk to me and politely explain what and how things happen here? I do have lots of questions."

Kees looked at Dave, who was still wide eyed and positive. Then he took immediate action.

"Of course, come with me. You too, Dave. Let's all go get educated "

He walked them back to the Aardbei Club. Jaimie now just noticed that there were solid doors across from the club. They were large, fancy, oak doors with carvings. She looked closer and could see that the carvings were all sexual topics. Above the doors was "Slechts Groot".

"Oh, that is the other club. What does its name mean? And what is it like?"

Kees paused, and contemplated how to approach the topic. He decided that the absolute truth was the best to start out with.

"It means 'only the large'. It has to do with any man who has a large penis, men who sometimes scare their would be partner, men who normally must be very cautious. The final effect is a man who must sexually restrain himself. I see that Dave has little sympathy. He almost laughs. But it is a real concern for a small portion of the population. The club allows them to relax and feel free to use what nature has given them. The sex in that club is more open, and, of course, much more intense." He looked into Jaimie's eyes, as if to try to lock in her attention and emphasize. "My girls who work there must be special. They must be able to and want to accept large penises and rough sex. The men must pay an annual fee that is more than three times what the Aardbei fee is. And the girls are rewarded that same multiple. Here."

And Kees opened the glass door to the Aardbei Club. He seemed very happy to take up the 'Strawberry' topic again. He actually wanted to drop the 'only the large', and not emphasize that narrow topic, rather to deal with the more general concerns that Aardbei addressed. He was still very unsure of any participation at any level by Jaimie; he had no desire to push his luck.

Before going any further into the 'social' area, Kees offered to personally take their coats. Actually Dave took off his own and handed it to the coatroom 'lady'. Kees helped Jaimie off with hers. Out popped her 64 inch go-go look. Of course, though the room was already filled with beautiful women, everyone's head turned her way. Her puffed up black hair, the bod inside that frizzy outfit, those long legs; it was all quite distracting. Kees had already thought of who should show Jaimie around.

"Angie. Come here for a moment, please."

A little redhead, with a completely nude creamy white body, told her guy that she would be right back. Then she popped up on her glowing green stilettos and headed toward Kees and his guests. Dave was impressed. Kees introduced both Dave and Jaimie, and quickly addressed the need for Jaimie to be shown just exactly how things go in Aardbei. He winked at Angie.

Angie grinned and extended her hand to Jaimie. "Come with me Jaimie. I would like to show you what the draw to Aardbei is all about."

Angie indicated they were going back over to Omar, the fellow who she had been with. Jaimie took Angie's hand, as if in a dream state. After all, this whole day and night had already been one big sex fantasy. She thought, 'Why should I bring it to a halt now?' And they did walk back over to the booth where Omar waited. Omar came from Afro Mideast mixed heritage, had a dark tan skin color, stood about 6 foot tall and had a medium frame body. He could not be more pleased that Angie was bringing another beautiful woman to his table. As the two girls were arriving at Omar's booth, Kees had decided to distract Dave in a major fashion. He called over a blond about the same height and build as Jaimie, to join Dave. She had on a black mini and black heels. Her name was Rhonda. She and Dave headed for their own booth. At that moment, Dave was quite distracted.


Slechts Groot Ch. 01



Angie introduced Omar to Jaimie. She told Omar that Jaimie was trying to get to know all about Aardbei. 

Omar pledged, "I would be most happy to help."

Angie raised the first digit of her right hand to his face, and gave him a rule for the night. "With me, Omar. With me. Jaimie is our guest. But, I am sure that you would not mind having her watch."

"Not at all. Not at all."

Angie had her left hand squeezing his crotch, as he stated his desire to cooperate. Angie turned to Jaimie, explained how Omar and Angie already knew each other, and that they had already planned the next part of the evening before Jaimie arrived. They would be glad to show her an example of the little rooms where the girl and guy could get more intimate. Jaimie was going with the flow of the evening.

"Sure. I promise to observe closely, in case Kees tests me later."

Angie laughed, took Omar by the hand, and walked him to one of the many doors along side of the lounge. Jaimie looked over at Dave as she followed Angie. Dave was too absorbed with Rhonda and what she was doing with her hands to even notice Jaimie leave. All three of Angie's party entered a room the size of a small pantry and closed the door behind them. Kees was watching from the bar. His face beamed satisfaction.

In the USA, the mattress on the bed within the little room would be called no more than a single. Maybe even just a long juvenile's mattress. It did fit in the room, and, at least, leave a few inches of space for the walk around it. Jaimie stood close to the lounge door as Angie took Omar around to the far end of the mattress. There was another closed door at that end of the room. Angie looked at Jaimie, then looked at Omar. She positioned Omar so that he was facing Jaimie. He seemed to immediately like that direction. Angie sat on the edge of the bed, in front of him, and began taking off Omar's clothes. 

Jaimie found herself immediately turned on by the exhibition. Soon she was staring at an Omar who had only briefs on. Jaimie was mentally helping Angie pull those briefs down. A semi hard penis flipped out. It was about two inches longer than her Dave. And it had a defined and very large head. Angie stroked it, and it got even larger. Jaimie felt very turned on. Angie decided to put Jaimie on the spot and get just a little kinky. 

"Hey, Jaimie. What do ya think of this?"And Angie held up his now rigid penis.

Jaimie was not shy at that moment, and wanted to be complimentary. "I think that it is very nice. Very nice "

Omar's chest and penis may have both stuck out even more upon hearing Jaimie's praise. He was delighted.

Angie baited Jaimie a little more. "Is he bigger than your husband?"

"Yes. He is bigger."

"A lot bigger?"

"Yes. Y_E_S, a lot bigger.", said with an air of an embarrassing admission about the true difference. 

"Just wondered." And Angie plopped him into her mouth and began giving a truly professional blowjob.

She did that for a few minutes. But she could sense that Omar was too stimulated by the situation and the visitor. She took his penis out of his mouth and looked up.

"Whoa boy. Settle down just a little, or you won't be able to show Jaimie what is supposed to happen next."

And Omar did breath deep and try to relax just a little. He too wanted his control back. He certainly wanted Jaimie to see him fuck Angie. After a few more minutes of slow stroking, in order to only maintain the erection, Angie slid back on the bed, into a missionary, and with her head near Jaimie. From Jaimie's point of view, she was unable to see Angie's red labia spread on their own, like self opening curtains. She also did not see the large irregular opening between those labia. She did see all of Omar quickly disappear into Angie. Jaimie noted that the insertion was smooth, very easy, and immediately completed, even with the size of Omar's penis. She watched as many details as she could. Not even in college, had she been able to watch another couple so closely. She found herself in a moment of envy, as she watched a man, who was much larger than her husband, bang away at the woman. Jaimie really could not help but wonder what that penis might feel like, if it were stuck into her own pussy.

Angie came several times. And Jaimie saw cause for and believed in each one of them. It looked like a great workout for both Angie and Omar. Omar had her flip over and did her doggy for a while. Finally, he looked right at Jaimie as he unloaded into Angie. Jaimie felt the need to do something sweet, but, at the same time, sexy. Something that hinted of something else? All she did was lean over and kiss Omar on the lips. That seemed to send a shiver through him and up into Angie. It was good for one last spasm.

Jaimie watched Omar pull out of Angie. A bunch of goo dropped to the sheet. Both got up. Angie held a wash cloth over her opening, which, only by chance, continued to keep Jaimie from observing that Angie had a very large gaping pussy. Angie told Jaimie that she could go ahead back out to the lounge. But before Jaimie left, Angie wanted Jaimie to know what was required. That Angie was going to clean up a little. That the restroom was behind that inside door. And that, if Jaimie were doing all this, and wanted to douche, she would do that during this time period. Then Angie told Jaimie that the last thing she would always do before leaving is replace the sheet with a clean one from the cupboard and toss the soiled one in a bin just inside the small restroom. 

"Just wanted you to get the rest of the picture without staying through it all. See you in a few minutes."

After Angie said that, Jaimie carefully opened the door and stepped into the lounge area. Dave was still in the lounge area with Rhonda. Rhonda had not taken Dave to a sex room. She was being as friendly as she could, without fucking the husband of another possible coworker. Rhonda knew that Kees did not allow the husbands to be there for free. Kees felt that, if Dave had the money, he could pay a monthly or annual fee like all the other members. Since he knew Dave and Jaimie needed money, Kees had no suspicion that Dave would become such a member.

Jaimie walked over to Kees, who was still sitting at the bar.

"That was very interesting, and, I guess you could say, educational." She smiled.

"Were you offended?"

"No. Angie was very nice, informative, and, well, they looked like they were having a great time during sex."

"Can you see yourself doing that? And getting $72 dollars each and every time, in addition?"Kees tried to keep his tone neutral, and not let Jaimie know how much he would love for her to come to work for him.

"Funny, but I can see myself doing this. Angie made it seem so natural, so relaxed. Not at all what I thought it would be like. I really believe that I could make something similar happen for men." She smiled and looked confident.

"But would your husband feel comfortable with you having sex with other men, lots of other men?"

"That is a very good question. Dave and I have a lot to talk about. I cannot predict his reaction."And she looks over at him joking and laughing with Rhonda.

"Jaimie, I find that I cannot let you leave without telling you that I would be honored if you would come to work here. If you two decide 'yes', then I want you to know that I would personally be here for your first work shifts. At a professional distance, of course. And that your first work would be a slow part of the day shift, so you can adjust."

"That all sounds appropriate. I just don't want to do anything, including becoming excited, until I speak with Dave." "Perfectly understandable." And Kees purposefully speeded up the couple's meeting of minds by going for Jaimie's coat.

Dave saw that, said goodbye to Rhonda, and went for his own jacket. Jaimie and Dave said goodbye to Kees. Her final communication to Kees was that she would 'let you know, either way'.

On the way back to the room, they discussed the proposition. Jaimie told Dave of what she saw Angie and Omar do. The most immediate effect was that Dave became very turned on and fucked Jaimie several times that night. He could get another erection in short order, just fantasizing about other men fucking Jaimie. He quizzed her about what she was thinking when she saw Omar's penis. Her truthful answer just turned him on more. And it appeared as if Dave's hormones were going to make his decision.

Their joint decision was that Jaimie could try this, primarily because of the controlled environment that Kees had developed. That control, the rather fixed and traceable membership, its upscale clientele and their healthcare, possible support from, at least, some of the girls and a specific well organized work place were positive factors for both Jaimie and Dave. Those factors moderated what would normally be a scary and rather impossible activity for Jaimie. Once the decision was made, Jaimie allowed herself to finally get excited, very excited.

At noon the next day, Jaimie went to the phone at the street level and called Kees. Though a woman answered, Kees was there. Jaimie was pleasantly surprised that she 'caught' him at the business. But then he told her that he actually lived in that rear central section, between both clubs. So, she should always be able to 'catch' him there. He seemed thrilled that the couple had decided she could try working at the brothel. He told her to drop by at 4:00 PM. As much as he liked Dave, he reminded her that she should come alone to work. Dress casually to get there, but bring hot outfits to choose from. Then, he admitted that the type of heels might sometimes be the only choice needed. The phone conversation ended with him telling her that he greatly appreciated the cultural distance that she was spanning.

A few minutes before 4:00 PM, Jaimie arrived at Aardbei. Kees met her in the lobby and showed her to the simple dressing room. He told her to put on what she thought was a sexy outfit, and that he had someone who he wanted to introduce her to. She put her curly black hair into two frizzy ponytails, put on a black sparkle top, a black mini and black heels. Kees came in to the dressing room just as she was finishing getting ready. He told her that he would be the one to show her around and get her started today.

Then he prepped her by saying that, in all his years there, he had learned that a new girl just needed to get past the fright, to get those first fucks done. And he walked with her into the lounge area. There were a couple of other girls there, and they were occupied. Up by the front booths were six men without women. Omar was one of them. Kees acknowledged that Jaimie already knew Omar. Then he introduced a Turk, Jim, Bob, Harry, and Dave. Of course, this was not her husband Dave, this one was a quite different Dave. While Jaimie was shaking each man's hand during Kees's introductions, Kees was also admitting that he had invited all of them there to be the first ones with the new girl.

All the men seemed star struck, as Jaimie was standing there in exceptionally beautiful form. Out of the group, Kees acknowledged Omar first.

"Well, fellows, since Omar put in his vote yesterday, during Jaimie's first visit to Aardbei, he gets to be first."

And Omar extended his hand to Jaimie. She took it and walked with him to the very same small room where she had seen him perform yesterday. Once inside, he wanted to do the honors of unwrapping her. He unbuttoned the back of her top and pulled it forward and off. He massaged her perky breasts, and tweaked her nipples lightly, then sucked on each while he was unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to her ankles. She stepped out of the skirt and Omar went directly for her black thong. He carefully pulled it down, had her step out of it and tossed it across the room. He stood there rubbing up against her front as he held her tight butt cheeks.

She returned the favors by removing his shoes and socks first, his shirt next, then his pants and finally his underwear. Now that she could grasp it herself, she had extra admiration of his penis's size and hardness. It was a lot different to simultaneously see and hold such a penis. She began to breath heavier. She stroked, and it quickly finished filling to its maximum. She loved the feel of this penis. It was not Dave's, which, by itself, was a turn on. That it was bigger and harder, well, those were extra special turn ons. His male curiosity made him ask,

"You say that I am bigger than your husband?"

"Oh, yes, quite a lot bigger. And harder, too."

And she started sucking on it. With her tongue, it was even easier to verify that Omar was big. She licked around the head and lubricated it well. Then he wanted to try it in her. He had her lay down in the exact location where he had done Angie the day before. The head was difficult to get into Jaimie. She was very tight. Omar, thinking of Angie, knew that Jaimie would be much easier to get into within a week or two. Jaimie had already cum during his entrance. She kept bucking, over and over, searching for still another orgasm. She thought that this was absolutely great. She did not dream that it could feel like this. Omar almost came quickly. He had to look away from this beautiful black haired woman for a moment, just to try to maintain any control at all. He kept sliding in. Jaimie could not believe that there was more to slide in. Omar was already at a much deeper point than Dave had ever been. 

But Omar pushed in another inch. He was as far as he could go. She looked so great to him, and she felt so great to him. 

He flexed and jerked his penis within her, "Hello there "

She giggled and arched, massaging herself up and down on him. They seemed to have a strong agreement that this was much better than a hand shake. That it was more personable, more physical, more everything. He rolled her over on her side and went deep into her sideways for a while. Then, he put her in his favorite 'cum' position. He had finished Angie with a doggy type position. 

With Jaimie, he was slightly deeper when he readied to cum, for he had her advance the doggy position slightly and tuck her knees up under her chest, placing her beautiful flexing ass into a high rise. Then he watched that ass of hers very closely, as he speeded up. He made certain to take her right along, when he came. They both shivered and jerked. 

Omar's demonstration with Angie yesterday was not unusual in one respect. This was 1970 and few, if any men, used condoms. It was a luxury freedom of a pre-viral time. Even bacterial infections were at a low during this era. All that it all meant was: he could unload in her and fill her with his cum. This was another difference that she noted with Omar; unlike with Dave, she could feel Omar squirt her. That just made for a more shocking rhythm of breathing, twisting and giggling at the very end. He produced a good amount. As he pulled out, just as it had with Angie, some drained down her inner legs and some just gushed straight to the sheet. Jaimie was wondering how often it could happen, more importantly, how often it would happen, where the prostitute and the client could be so synchronized in their satisfaction.

While Jaimie finished up the room, she decided that, today, her lounge appearances would be as in stages of a strip off. So, for her next appearance, she put back on her top and her thong. Of course, her heels had never come off. And she popped back into the lounge. Omar was smiling, and everyone, including the other girls, gave Jaimie a round of applause. It acknowledged her very first prostitution. 

Ironic that the acknowledgment was the only time of embarrassment for Jaime. Her more serious thoughts were briefly about all the other millions of women through history, who at sometime prostituted themselves, even the many hundreds of millions, for whom marriage is, today, actually only a formally accepted prostitution. And she seriously concluded that she was extremely lucky to have such a very positive start. 

Walking up to the remaining five, she jokingly feigned the tiniest of bows. All five reflected approval of her reduction in outfit. As she arrived at the group, Turk and Jim felt it necessary to feel those butt cheeks of hers. And a simultaneous 'nice ' was the response to that look and feel. While Jaimie was fucking with Omar, the remaining five had drawn numbers. They just wanted to get sequence questions out of the way and provide some order to the fucking of Jaimie. 

The results of the drawing were: first Dave, then Jim, then Bob, then Turk and, finally, Harry. These men were dedicated to fucking Jaimie. They already committed to taking time off from whatever type of work that they were supposed to be doing, just so they could be a part of Jaimie's first day on her job. And next was a Dave who looked nothing like her own Dave.

Dave took her hand and they walked right straight over to another one of the many doors on that side wall of the lounge. Dave was white, very stocky, with not too much, but some abdominal girth. Stocky, along with a height of somewhere in the 6 foot 4 inch range, made him just plain large. Dave stripped off Jaimie's top and thong, and was very happy feeling her up everywhere. She and he both helped with the removal of his clothes. His penis was about the same size as Omar's. Maybe just a little wider, but also slightly softer.

Jaimie was thinking that she could really get into this job. Up to number two now, and she actually did not feel that it was a type of work, yet. Dave asked if she liked to kiss. She said sure. She would not reject some other signs of affection. Besides, they were going to share a lot more than saliva 

Dave and Jaimie fucked in several positions. After a total of 15 minutes, the last position was missionary. She carefully built with his intensity, and came with him. She thought, 'two out of two'. However, she admitted to herself that this fuck required her first professional planning and, perhaps what might be interpreted as the use of her dance timing. She was the one, so to say, that allowed them to 'end on the same note'. Dave did a minor personal clean up, kissed her again, and left for his own work. 

She did the bathroom visit, drained a lot, cleaned herself generally (certainly a lot more than Dave did), changed the sheet, put on her thong and entered into the lounge. She took her blouse over to the corner that was used for temporary drop off, and hung the blouse with the previously removed skirt. Then, she walked over to the remaining four, showing only her good form, a thong and a pair of nice black heels.

Jim was smiling, sort of bouncy, and just barely containing himself as she walked the last few steps. He grabbed her hand and twirled her as a supposed dance partner. This twirl was primarily to show off that body of her's throughout 360 degrees. He brought her out of the next fraction of a twirl, just in time to be headed toward one of the small 'fuck' rooms. Once inside, he almost mauled her from the top of her head to her feet. In fact, he slipped off her heels and pulled up her feet and legs, flipping her onto the mattress. She landed with her back on the mattress, just as he began sucking on her toes. Now, this, she thought was kinky. Kinky, cute, and it tickled Even though she was not a toe freak, well, not yet, she did appreciate this variation in introduction. But it did lead to the more expected form of sex.

He rolled off her thong and began to finger her strongly. She became quite alert and her eyes widened big time. Jim liked working her bottom in several ways. Soon he had three fingers in her pussy and two fingers in her ass. She was responding with heavy breathing, and, as he bent over her, she played with the hair on his head. Then he was able to get four large fingers into her pussy with one hand, and four large fingers into her ass with the other hand. She still was giving signs that it was quite pleasurable. Since they were free, he used the thumb of each hand to reach over into an opposite hole. He softly pinched and chewed her with his hands, using the thumbs as anchors to pull one hole towards the other. 




Slechts Groot Ch. 01



Jaimie was thinking that this must also be a form of kink. However, she enjoyed the massage and stretching very much. She even went along with the technique, when he got more powerful and pulled harder on the two holes. After sustaining that activity for a minute or two, he let go of her, and quickly took off his clothes. Her mind went 'wow', when she saw the long and thick penis starting to stick out towards her. What she was looking at might explain the stretchy massage that she had just received. Jaimie had no idea what the measurements of this man were (8.75 inches long and 2.5 inches diameter). She only needed to know that he was very big, and that she had never had a man that big. Jaimie believed that was enough to know. A little pure fear mixed with a lot of desire had Jaimie opening her legs wide. She wanted to try this 

Vaseline was provided on a little shelf nearby. Jim's experience had taught him that, in his case, he needed to start with Vaseline, not use it after it was already needed. He put a little just inside Jaimie and then jacked himself with some more. Because of the nice prep, he was able to slide in smoothly. Jaimie's eyelids fluttered, her breathing became a series of pants, and her pelvis squirmed and twisted. With him only a fraction of the way into her, she came; the width was over stimulating to Jaimie. She even thought up a new phrase to try to explain its effect, 'Absolutely sensually fantastic'. It was one of the moments, during that afternoon, when it was necessary for her to again remind herself that Kees was actually going to pay her, to have those sensations. 

He kept stretching deeper and wider. She kept cuming. Her voice had become rather loud. Even the recorded music in the lounge could no longer mask her sounds. She also bucked up and down on the bed, occasionally shaking the door that opened into the lounge. One of the girls in a booth near the door, suggested, in Dutch, that 'she does seem to enjoy her new job'. Her client agreed strongly.

Jim was having a great time getting there. To get the rest in, he began actual deep strokes when he was at about 75 percent into her. This all was so much more simple with the more experienced, more used, girls. But he smiled at her, when he had that thought. After all, this beauty was worth the extra time and the extra restraint. And being tightly stuck on Jim, well, Jim was not complaining at all. Another 5 minutes of stroking, and he buried it in her. She lost control and began grinding down on Jim wildly. Up to now, Jaimie had no idea that she could even react this way during sex. But now she did know. She was very happy that she could reach such intensity. Very happy.

Other details that Jaimie did not know earlier included the sounds that her pussy could make. All the slurping, popping, snapping and more. She had never heard those sounds coming from herself before. And each sound was associated with an intense pleasure pain sequence, a sequence now happening so quickly that it all became sort of one big orgasm for her. Jim was stroking to the hilt now. Her pussy was stretched out more thoroughly inside of her than it had ever been. As well, her lips were spread wide, with constant tension on the remainder of her hymen and inner labia. All those internal rings, and more, stretched like taunt rubber bands. Jaimie interpreted it all as not just good, but wonderful. 'Hope this guy becomes a steady customer of mine ' was a good example of Jaimie's thoughts at that moment. She came another couple of times on her own. Another ten minutes later, and while in all the way and grinding her good, he came. He brought Jaimie along with him, for her major and final orgasm. He twitched inside her as he smiled down at her. She smiled back up and returned the favor with a little clench. 

When she came out into the lounge next time, she had on only her black high heels. Everyone in the lounge could now check out anything anywhere. For instance, one jet black small vertical bar of fur was the trimmed presentation just above her pussy. Sort of a tasteful presentation of old standards that were very modified to the modern times. As she walked to the remaining three men, she glanced over at Kees. He was still sitting on the same stool at the bar. He was just nursing his straight Cola and playing babysitter. He gave her a proud smile and a big thumbs up.Well, well, well, the boss was happy.

Bob was a fellow who was not much taller than Jaimie. Trim, with delicate features. He had been quiet every time that Jaimie encountered the group. Now it was Bob's turn. After they got behind the door, Jaimie found that Bob did not change He was still quiet and tentative. Jaimie quickly realized that she was in charge. She sat on the bed, and patted her hand beside her. He sat down. She hugged him, cuddled with him and slowly put his right hand to her breasts. After he was comfortable softly playing with them, she moved his hand down to her pussy. She grabbed his middle finger and folded back the others. Bob took responsibility for putting it in her, and getting a rise with the finger fucking that followed. She removed his shirt, and then, just as quickly went to his pants. They came off. Finally, she removed his briefs. His penis was in proportion, really only slightly smaller than what her husband had.

As he fingered Jaimie, his penis became erect. She stroked it. She would have eaten him, but he seemed to want to go quickly to the missionary position and fuck. He mumbled an admission to Jaimie. He indicated that her beauty had him all flustered. She grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled his face down to hers. She gave him an extremely sweet kiss, winked her right eye at him, and smiled. In five to ten minutes, it was over. Bob seemed very happy and said enough to confirm that he was. A quick guy clean up, and he left. Jaimie busied in cleaning up the room and herself. When she sat on the stool, she had the classic moment to think. During that moment, she decided that Bob was just an example of the famous needy 'john' who so many little stories are written about. She wondered about how many of that type paid for a special membership in such a club. The number really did not matter, because she felt comfortable dealing with such situations. But for a personally satisfying fuck, she realized that she would need 'more guys like Jim' 

And back to the lounge she went. Two guys were left. Turk and Harry. Turk was supposed to be next. But Jaimie really did not understand that the so-called drawing was slightly fixed. Indeed, most names were in a sort of order. But the order was shuffled around slightly, so these fellows could be last. She went over to greet Turk. But Harry was just as much front and center. When she grasped Turk's hand to lead him to a room, he stopped her, and wanted to make sure that she knew Harry was coming too.

"Oh?" And she looked inquisitively at both.

Turk just held up two fingers. Jaimie thought that she might have suddenly understood the plan, and she spun her head around to find Kees. There he sat, on the same bar stool. He smiled, opened his palms to her, and gave the two handed gesture that sort of says 'Its all your show. You can now take the stage. So, take it ' It was an old vaudeville message.

She thought to herself as she grabbed one hand from each man and began leading them to a door. 'OK. Are they going to paw me one at a time and fuck me one at a time, or are they going to do that double thing? Can I even do that double thing?' One of the girls was in a booth near the doors. She had no one with her at the moment. And she had watched this whole event build up, and thought she should indicate a proper direction for the parade. She pointed to the last doors. There were four doors down there that looked quite different. With the size of the lounge, they must have been at least 40 ft. further away. Jaimie looked back at the girl in the booth. The girl nodded, and Jaimie took her 'two' guys to one of those doors. 

When she opened the door, she found a slightly larger room. Its bed was much larger and very sturdy. This type of room could obviously be used for more than two people. Harry was the last one in and he closed the door behind him. By now six other girls were working the lounge. When Harry closed that door, all six turned their faces to Kees. Each then looked at Kees in a very accusing, perhaps even slightly hostile, manner. He gave an innocent 'what did I do?' response, and then allowed his left hand to fall and cup his mouth and chin. It was a 'thinking man' pose. Hidden under that hand was a broad self satisfied smile; this particular smile was Kees's best example of an unrepentantly pure smirk.

In offering the trial of a new beauty to some favorite customers, he tried to be fair. Not necessarily fair to Jaimie, but fair to high paying customers. Turk and Harry were black men from across the hall. They were members of the much more expensive Slechts Groot. And the three girls in the lounge knew that. Inside the sex room, the plan for Jaimie had already begun. Before the two men did anything, Turk pulled out a blindfold and told Jaimie to put it on. She looked at it, smiled, sighed, and immediately slipped it on. The men quickly stripped, and displayed the first kind of information that the blindfold stopped Jaimie from seeing: massive black penises.

She was evidently a strong turn on for both men, since both sported rock hard erections that were already between 10 and 11 inches in length. They stood Jaimie up, used a small leather strap to tie her hands behind her back and began heavily greasing up both of her holes. The blindfold, and the attention that she did not see coming, was a turn on for her. A pleasantly slick double surprise. All of that action, however, just happened to the first double surprise. Turk laid down upon the bed and flopped his penis upstream, so that it remained flat across his belly as it extended past his belly button. That kept it a surprise just a little longer. 

Harry took Jaimie over the bed, had her straddle Turk's lower legs and then shuffle on her knees, up to the level of Turk's pelvis. All that effort, just to make sure that she did not get a hint as to what was up and across Turk's belly. As she stood on her knees above him, Turk positioned his penis at her opening. Even while up on her knees, the spread of those knees lowering her, and with Turk's now straight upward length, his penis already began to touch her lips. A single, "Oh."And she shivered.

Then Harry began to sit her down onto Turk. Many umms and ahhs at the start of the process, as the head popped into her pussy and began to slide. Her response changed quickly as she kept sliding. Thoughts like, 'Is there an end to this?' ran through her mind. She settled down solid on Turk with more than a few inches still to go. With the amount that was in her, Jaimie began oscillating up and down a little and wiggling. That is when Harry, gravity and tied hands began to assist. Harry grabbed her pelvis and began to push her down, while Turk grabbed her knees and spread them apart at the same rate. With her hands behind her back, she could not reach forward for support or easily pull up her ass.

The push and spread method was having its desired effect. Think of it as a little limited impaling. The top of her pussy finally stretched enough to allow her to come down to and sit upon Turk's pelvis. He disappeared inside the beautiful little thing. Jaimie was gasping, breaking into puffing and, if she received even a minor extra poke, occasionally squealing. Till Turk purposefully twitched his penis, she had not been sure that she was not stuck on a forearm. The twitch confirmed that she was now stuck on a penis that was even bigger than Jim's For the moment, being overfilled that way, she could not oscillate or wiggle much. Harry pressed her forward so that her pretty face and breasts came directly down upon the front of Turk. Both Jaimie and Turk appreciated the extra sensations.

Of course that position and Turk pried her pussy big time. Pushed it back and apart. Her little asshole was spread perfectly. In addition to the lube that was on and in her, Harry lubed his erection. He knew that the multiple dosing of Vaseline would be quite necessary. Jaimie's thoughts ran through 'Oh, my God. They are going to double me ', and that she had so rarely tried even basic anal.'Maybe, at least, the other guy will be smaller?'

Harry started in, and Jaimie realized that the 'other guy' was not smaller. Squealing, a multiple series of 'ow,ow,ow,ow,ow', breaking for gasps and then into panting, all done over and over as Harry pushed in. Harry was very thankful for Kees's invite. In spite of the high cost annual and monthly fees, he was even considering a separate 'finder's fee' for Kees in this case. Each time he looked down at Jaimie's tight rounded and now splaying ass, he felt even better about where his penis was going. He certainly would not have wanted to miss this. Turk and Harry were in their realm as they, effectively, divided Jaimie. One beautiful leg on one side of a black wall of penises, and another beautiful leg on the other side of that wall. At least that is what it looked and felt like to the two guys. 

For Jaimie, it was a more real division. She never thought about the ability to do such a thing, or more importantly, to survive such a thing. As Harry, so to say, bottomed out, Turk began moving a lot more. Then Harry started to move back and forth. Jaimie was making one of those laugh or cry decisions. The positive won, and she gasped loud chuckles out of her mouth. Turk thought that was cute. And since she was nailed in place with her hands behind her, he decided to take off her blindfold so that she might start to see some of the action that she already felt so well. As he looked straight into her face her big fluffy black ponytails fell across his chest. He reached around her back and over her arms to pull that beauty closer and tighter.

That allowed both of them to start plungering her in earnest. She screamed a lot now. Everyone in the lounge, music or no music, could her. They could even hear the bed start to shake back and forth. Soon the two men were seriously sawing the young woman. Jaimie made another basic wild animal type decision. Her body started to cum. She could not tell if it was the combination effect, or some single item like a clitoris rub. She was just cuming, and cuming way beyond her control. Turk signaled Harry, that, from her sounds and the look in her face, they had themselves a natural double penetration 'slut'.

And they banged away. For over 20 minutes, they poked deep, and reamed wide. Her ass and pussy took turns making smacks, slaps, slurps and low frequency thumps. Then, after she lost count of her own cuming, Turk and Harry came in rapid succession. Big jerky cums that produced a lot of goo. They slowly pulled out, and undid the leather tie at her wrists. Volumes of cum dribbled out of Jaimie's holes. Harry reached down and spread her ass and pussy. Both were, at least temporarily, red, and gaping, with a tiny trickle of blood from each. Jaimie was exhausted. She was also still trying to fathom the total effect of what just happened. They had been huge, and like nothing that she had even felt for one brief moment. But, here, it was like being held at that highest peak of an orgasm for one continuous half hour. She was now sitting on the edge of the bed, periodically gaining more sense. She spread her legs and looked at her ass and her pussy. The guys watched her check herself out. She looked up, stoned from the sex alone.

No one said anything. Then she smiled, giggled and finally laughed. Both of the guys smiled back at her, and fluffed the top of her head as one might do a beloved puppy dog. Turk and Harry left. As they walked past Kees, they stopped and each shook his hand. Reports of 'excellent' were echoed between the two. Harry did palm Kees another 200 guilder as he and Turk left. Kees did not see how much. Rather he crumpled it up and put it into a pant pocket. The resulting attitude might not have been appropriate, but his demeanor became that of a proud father.

Ten or so minutes later, Jaimie came out of the room. She did not immediately go for her outfit. Instead, she walked over the boss. Worked out? Worked out well? But appearing game. Still, rosy facial cheeks, a rosy mons, a rosy slapped look groin and a red ass were the details that well publicized her recent work. Kees looked at all the reddened areas. Everyone in the room was focused on the pair, as he very slowly spun her around looking at her condition. He whispered into her ear, and she turned around toward the lounge booths. 

She gave a strange look to the lounge group; it was a look that included a roll of her eyes. Then she bent over, with her rear pointed up towards Kees face. She spread her ass and pussy, so that Kees might examine their conditions. Her ass was swollen and slightly pouched out, with a red coloration. Her pussy lips were all a deeper red, her center hole still gaped, and was now rough around its edges. Through the gape, her canal appeared moist red.

"And are you going to survive?", said with a little baiting sarcasm.

She spun around and up. "Are Turk and Harry regulars?"

"Yes, they are...across the hall, at...Slechts Groot." 

When he saw her start to possibly flame, he realized that he needed to use his best sales techniques. "Jaimie. They are the highest paying type of customer. And Turk and Harry desire to try any new girl. But when they heard of your beauty, they were overwhelmed and said they had to be here today." 

Jaimie knew that little of what he said was true. Still, there was no major violation in 'her book'. But she did not want to let him off the hook immediately. 

"Yeah, right. They did a good job of letting me know how they felt all about me and inside me " Following that comment, she found that she could not maintain a stern attitude. She displayed one of her pretty smiles. "So, you are going to be alright." Kees said it as a statement of Dutch certainty. 

During that same moment, he pulled an envelope from his inside jacket pocket.

"Now that was your introduction. You did very well, Jaimie. Take this home with you and tell your husband how things went. Who knows? There may even be a chance for you to make more sex today."

Surprised. Actually expecting to be required to have more customers today, she took the envelope. Going into the dressing room, she stopped and checked the contents of the envelope. It contained American currency: four $50 bills, eleven $20 bills, one $10 bill and two one dollar bills. $432.00, in less than 3 hours.

Kees stuck his head into the dressing room at that moment, "Oh, forgot to tell you to be here at 1 PM tomorrow."

Back in her jean and shirt disguise, she walked to her apartment. As she passed couples and single males, she could not keep herself from wondering about the male. Jaimie, like most young women, had always considered the unique differences in their faces and their builds. But now her wonder more directly involved what might be hiding at in their crotch. For now, she realized that the differences there were just as varied and perhaps more significant.

Jaimie arrived at the apartment at about 8:00 PM. Dave was pleasantly surprised. He had not expected her home so early on a Saturday. He thought that her starting on a Saturday evening would mean a late night. She grabbed him and hugged him. He did not know how to interpret the early arrival home and the hug.

"You're home early. Did everything go alright? You OK?"

"Honey, I'm fine. Just a very different day for me. I think I did well."And she handed him the envelope. "Wow. Let's see... $432 Since 4:00 PM?"




Slechts Groot Ch. 01



"Kees had 6 men waiting for me. That works out to $72 each."

"Six guys Tell me Tell me all about it. Every little thing."

And Jaimie did tell him, with as much detail as she could provide. She watched him get turned on more with every step of the story. That is when she stopped feeling apologetically sinful. Instead, Jaimie started taking delight in what she had done. And the telling to her own husband reinforced the nastiness of the event. She was able to do a kind of reliving through her story telling. In fact, her body seemed to remember some the orgasmic type feelings very well. She would get tingles and almost come just telling some of the highlights. 

She would try to tell her actual feelings toward each man. Dave, of course, was most interested in finding out how these first customers of his wife were equipped. He wanted details. And he said that he did not want her to hold back. So, soon he found out that Bob was smaller than he was, and that the other five were all larger than he was. He asked for the absolute truth about her orgasms, and told her that it turned him on just to hear about her having a great time. She had known Dave about 5 years, though they were just married 2 years as of last month. She considered what he said, thought that he meant it, and thought that he could take the truth. She even thought, like he was saying, that he would be turned on by the truth. So, if he asked something, she would tell him that truth, as she remembered experiencing it.

He asked, of the six today, did she cum better with any of those men than she did with Dave. She told him that she remembered cuming intensely with most of the men. At that point, he obviously wanted more information. He wanted to know how many men that day, took her to stronger, longer and more frequent orgasms. She told him that five out of the six did. She was not quite sure why that turned him on more. But she knew that she might soon be learning a lot more about male sexual desires at Aardbei. This evening, such discussion resulted in a very hard Dave. He wanted to have sex. But he was wondering if she felt like she could still function, so soon after such a workout.

With a little chuckle, "Well, I had better get used to multiples." And she looked to see when the realization of that hard core pro statement would finally hit.

And within seconds it did hit. Dave looked up sheepishly. "My beautiful wife is a whore? That's right. My wife is a whore "

"Bad?"

"Good. Very good. Very nasty. Very good and nasty."

He took over to the little bed, stripped off her shirt and jeans for her, while commenting that though the other guys got the full nasty outfit treatment, he only got blue jeans. That was all tongue-in-cheek. He really seemed quite jovial. He immediately noted that her nipples were red and slightly stretched. Then, when he removed her briefs, it was absolutely impossible to ignore that her pelvic and ass areas were still generally pink from the action. He spread her legs. Her pussy was red and swollen. Though not pouching out now, and though reduced greatly in degree, her ass still remained slightly red.

"Hey, are you sure that you're alright?"

Jaimie thought that he was trying to be sweet, but her thoughts also joked around in her head. After all, here was a husband who was more than complicit in sending her off to prostitute, now concerned about what those big bad men did to his little wife. She thought that she would take the drama to a comedic level.

"Oh, honey. It was horrible. Those perverted men beat me over and over with their big penises. They gave me no choice. I mean, they forced me to cum over and over and over "

"You little shit Come here."

And they grabbed each other and rolled around the bed laughing. He got their own jar of lubricant out, carefully applied some to her and then some to himself. She gave an 'ouch' look as he entered; but then immediately assured him that it was OK. She felt tight to him at first. But, when he got past the outer lips, he felt a large amount of space inside her canal. She felt wider to him. And, as he put his entire length in, he noted that his tip did not hit the top of her pussy. It was up there 'somewhere'. Tonight that was some sort of extreme turn on for this American male.

Jaimie was 'comfortable', being back with someone who she knew sexually so well. A husband, a lover, someone who cared about her daily. However, she could not help but notice that Dave seemed very small. The overfill, the stretching, a feeling of a pelvis filled to the top with a powerfully solid connection to another man, all that was still fresh in her mind. But the turn ons tonight were many, and in 10 or so minutes they both came together as a seasoned team.

Dave did prove one thing for Jaimie. Now she knew that she was not out of commission. Jaimie had an interesting product, one that she thought she could use this evening. She had used it before; but tonight it seemed ultra appropriate. So, after Dave was done, she did a cold douche with herbal anti-inflammatories. Then immediately before bed, she did another. Jaimie's decision was that it was a very needed product, and, with the new job, she 'would have to stock up on it'. 

A few minutes before 1:00 PM on Sunday, she arrived at Aardbei and went straight to the dressing room. Kees came in as she was removing that day's slightly less casual 'go to work' outfit, black slacks and a white blouse. He asked how she was doing. She made it a non-topic by quickly saying great and matching the words with her facial expression. He gave her a combination for one of the lockers, so that she might really be able to store outfits and personal items. She put on the blue tassel dress and wide blue heels, since she was only seen briefly in it that first night, when she observed only. She really doubted that dresses were going to have much value at Aardbei. But, today, she started out in one.

Kees came back into the dressing room, just as she was about to come out into the lounge. He wanted to cover a few items that he forgot to mention to her. For one, the tally for each girl is done by the older woman at the coat check and main desk. Kees said that she had been with him for over ten years, and that she was incredibly accurate now at detecting who was behind the doors with who. She turned the tally over to Kees at the end of each shift. They moved out to the lounge while they talked. Just as Jaimie noted that no one was in that lounge, Kees was telling her that today still was not a normal work day for her. He had more special requests for 'a fuck with the new girl'.

The normal opening time for a Sunday was 2:00 PM. And he had told the customers with the requests for Jaimie to start showing up soon after 1:00 PM. She really did not seem surprised that the schedule was fixed. And she was not only accepting of the situation, she had developed a curiosity about who Kees might choose to line up for 'the new girl' on day two. As they waited for the first customer to drop by, she had her own question.

She noted yesterday that near those larger rooms at the far end of the lounge, there was a small stage that rose a couple of feet above the floor. She asked if they had live bands who performed there. Kees said that was rare, and that the stage was used for a 10:00 PM sex show every night. It normally consisted of one of his girls being double fucked by the only paid males on his staff. He described them both as almost 7 feet tall and unusually well hung. The stage fuck involved the only special compensation within the Aardbei Club. Whoever, among his girls who doubled with the boys, got paid double for each guy. So, $288 total. He finished the topic by indicating that sometimes, if the girl had some serious reason to be somewhere else, she might even come in at 10:00 PM, do the show and leave. But, he noted that was extremely rare.

And the first of the fellows arrived. A true Dutchman by the name of Arend, he was married, had four children and dropped by Aardbei three or more times a week. Kees introduced the two, and Arend took Jaimie to one of the closest booths. He 'just wanted to talk a little'. He acted like he really wanted to get to know Jaimie. Where in the States was she from, how did she end up in Amsterdam, and other pieces of information were covered rather quickly. Then he noticed her wedding band and diamond.

"You are married?"

"Yes, I am. His name is Dave."

"He knows that you are doing this?"

"Yes, he knows. He is here with me in the city."

"Oh, I find this so entertaining. Americans have such an independent streak. You do things others do not do. A married couple with the beautiful wife, here, at Aardbei Very interesting." In his mind, that fairly summarized a great start. And he took her left hand, rolled her ring back and forth, then walked her to one of the rooms. When in the room, Arend wanted to undress her. She watched his face as he undid her dress, and had her step out of it. He had a broad smile all through the process. He had her twirl around, which she did with her dancer's grace. She stopped in front of him, with her hands on her waist. The cut of her blue thong was well below her waist. Arend reached over and pulled down the thong. He did stop his face at her mound on the way down. He tickled the front of her pussy with his tongue, giving the clit at least some minor rubs. Off came the thong, and he just stood there again and looked.

"Hooray (which really is Dutch ) You are beautiful."

"Thank you very much." And Jaimie unbuttoned and took off his shirt, then unbuckled his belt and took off his trousers. She smiled up at him as she pulled down his boxer shorts. What jumped out at her was a pleasant surprise to Jaimie.

Arend was one of the big ones. At least he was bigger than average, and average at Aardbei had already been quite impressive. Its in her face action stopped her progress with the shorts. She jacked it for a few seconds. And it finished getting hard, very hard. Its head was the actual size and shape of a doorknob. Jaimie would later find out that was the name that the girls used in order to refer to Arend - Mr. Doorknob. She licked around the head and sucked on his opening and licked her tongue straight through it. She only then realized that had been her first chance to even give any oral. She untied his shoes, removed his socks, and had him step out of his shorts, as she remained kneeling, and sucking. She went back to jacking along with her sucking, as Arend ran his hands through her dark hair. Today she had it in her standard fluffy puffy do. As great as what she was doing below his waist felt to him, he still was able to stoically pull her up to standing. Now they were both nude, with her hands on his butt, and his hands on her butt.

He smacked her butt as a scene changer. And sat down at the corner of the bed, with his moist penis pointing straight up. He told her to have a seat. And she straddled him and came down upon the doorknob. She was very glad that she had moistened him, because, even with all her saliva, it was still incredibly difficult to start him into her. Though, slowly, it did spread her so wide that it finally popped past her lips. But the sensation did not let up after that. The edges of his doorknob jutted into each and every vaginal ring as it went upward. She swore to herself that, had the pussy and penis been made of most any other material, there would have a ratcheting or clicking type sound at every level that the doorknob passed. Jaimie had already put this fuck in the positive column, just with the touchy feely start. Now he was ringing her bell.

Big deep breaths, ooohs, aaahs, punctuated by ugh, uh, oh. Lots of sound variation coming from Jaimie. Arend loved those sounds. That she was really emotionally and physically into the sex was a great delight for him. His rather, at least locally, famous knob was working its way through a beautiful American. That wonderful progress into Jaimie was building Arend a real sense of accomplishment. A lovely married American woman, cuming a lot because she was being stuck on his knob, the soft moist reward that he so directly received and the anticipation of more, were just a small number of his accomplishments so far.

Jaimie truly thought that a fist might as well be attached to the end of Arend's penis. It kept pushing up and through her, and Arend had begun to add a little speed and force to the momentum. She wasn't quite sure, but she suspected that the knob area had become larger since he started. The top of her pussy and his knob finally hit with a thump that took her breath away. She sat on his lap now, face to face with him, her eyes wild and rolling back and forth, and his penis buried completely into her. He twitched and she gasped loudly and shuddered. Slowly, she started to move her bottom up and down a little. Within minutes, she was able to snap down on it and rock back up to do it all over again.

He stood up with her attached, turned around and laid her upon the bed. In standard missionary fashion, he started fucking her. At first he used restraint. Then he lost the restraint. The knob was driving her crazy. Moving that thing back and forth, well, it was like...a real plunger. He literally sucked air out when he withdrew and forced it in when he came back into her. She was holding on to his head and shoulders, screaming a lot. But, with this position, the thumps and thuds inside Jaimie became more impressive. They brought a true rhythmic punch to the moment between her screams. Cause and effect were duly noted by just the sounds. She brought both of her hands to her belly and felt his knob bump her hands as they lay there on top. Her confirmation that it was enough to see and feel on her outside just made her cum harder. He loved the feeling inside her, and like most guys who had fucked or wanted to fuck her, he enjoyed changing her vagina. His expectations were realistic, in that he knew his knob would be less impressive to her in the future. All the stretching that would be done in that near future would enlarge her significantly. He had seen it, or should it be said, felt it, happen to other girls many times. Arend was sure, if she began to work regular at Aardbei, Jaimie just had to get larger.

Jaimie looked up at Arend, and tried to put quick smiles in between strokes. But that was difficult to do. She was quite often interrupted by her own intense cuming. He lowered himself down upon her, with his head by her head, and hugged her tight, which held her better for him to start a grind. He moved one hand down to her ass and pushed her ass forward at the exact moment that he lunged forward with his penis. In this manner, he made sure that they both came together. Arend put out a large volume of cum, a characteristic that the other girls also already knew about. So, he filled Jaimie, then over filled her, and then ran the goo down her ass and totally soaked the sheet. She was trying to catch her breath, when she realized how much he came. As if he did it special for her, she pulled herself up to his face and gave him a long steamy kiss. 

Of course, the next step was always for the penis to be withdrawn or for the girl to just move back and pull herself off of the gentleman's penis. Arend pulled back, just a little, to demonstrate something to Jaimie. He was stuck. She looked down and thought she would help. She tried to move back. She could not. And then it hit her, she was his bitch dog stuck on his big human version of a knot. With the excitement of that realization, she threw in another one of her over the top orgasms. Her opening, and the first few inches inside, had not been stretched or moved since he first entered her. All of the 'fucking' use of his 'doorknob' had been done heavily from a point several inches inside her vagina, up to and including a big stretch of its very top. After being left alone for a while, her opening and those first several inches had gone down to a more normal size. Now that more normally sized portion was resisting his doorknob's less sleek, more ragged and obstructive, back side. So, very large and coming out backwards just was not going to work. As even more realization hit Jaimie, she giggled, and then laughed, all which put her into complete abdominal contractions. 

With her face looking so cutely startled, Arend took this moment to return her earlier steamy kiss with an even more steamy kiss. The kiss sort of acknowledged his special connection with Jaimie. When he kissed her, she undulated on him and kept moving on him until she had still another orgasm. Apparently, work at Aardbei would make sure that 'lack of orgasm' would never be a problem for this woman. Just exactly like with the doggies, after a few more minutes, Arend relaxed enough to reduce in hardness and size enough to make the difference. He plopped out.

Jaimie continued to suspect that Kees was actually orchestrating her customers. The next four that afternoon were about the size of her husband Dave, maybe slightly larger. But they all seemed nondescript, at least when she thought of Arend's doorknob. While they were probably standard fare at most brothels, here at Aardbei, Jaimie thought of them as an extended break between what she hoped were super sexcapades. But every once in a while, Kees seemed to have another one of those special fucks scheduled for her. 

Around 6:00 PM, Kees introduced her to a couple of white guys who wanted to team her. Already down to her blue heels, she walked them over to one of the larger rooms, where they quickly showed her that they wanted rough sex from her. Their turn ons were taking the beautiful American at both ends, pulling and twisting her ass and pussy with their hands and hard fucking her mouth and throat. A little scary at first, but she believed the kinkiness would have limits here at Aardbei. After what they thought was sweet foreplay, they set her up for their double penetration. Both were fairly large, perhaps in the nine to ten inch range. How each used his penis was the next new experience for Jaimie. 

At least they greased up her two holes before they assaulted her. But their idea of DP was, indeed, a form of assault. They slid into her and buried themselves to their balls in just a couple of quick moves. Then they literally hammered Jaimie. She had little time to catch her breath as they hit her without stop. Much slapping, slushing, ughs, grunts and screams came out of just Jaimie. The guys sort of growled and gave satisfied mmm sounds whenever they felt Jaimie pop or snap. They kept up their full depth, with a very fast rate and hard hit, for ten minutes; then they exchanged positions, directly put their penises back into her, and did it the same way for another ten minutes. And, again, they took their penises from one hole to the next, hardly stopping. Another ten, maybe fifteen, minutes, then they churned, twisted and even came in as rapid fire succession as they had fucked. Jaimie did cum, actually quite often with their technique. 

But she did not note anything like even a most primitive affection. One further surprise with this S&M type fuck was that when they pulled out, they pushed her down on the bed with her face down. They forcefully spread her legs, then each man took a hole and 'dug' into it with his hand. Just short of fisting, they stretched her wide, dug out their own cum and smeared it all over her butt. They left her face down, as they just threw their clothes back on with no clean up of any kind. They opened the door wide and both smacked her ass very hard as they left. The smacks were loud enough to be heard all over the lounge. Since they left the door open, everyone looking that way could also see Jaimie down. Thus, the audio and visual did match in intensity. 

She got up and closed the door. That last image of her closing the door enabled any viewer to see her beet red inner legs, thighs and ass. Even the area as high as her little fur trim was all red. Kees walked down to the room, opened the door a crack and suggested that Jaimie take a small break. After she did her own form of limited cleanup that would, at least, allow her to walk through the lounge, she went to the dressing area. There she cleaned thoroughly, used the only douche that she had brought and iced important areas. Kees checked back. 




Slechts Groot Ch. 01



"How tough are you, kid?"

"Enough."

"Can you, bounce back, Jaimie?" More of an uplifting prediction, than a real question.

"Ask me in about ten minutes.'

"Oh, I forgot to mention that I sometimes pay extra for that kind of activity at Aardbei. That is nothing unusual at all over at Slechts Groot." He saw her astounded look.

"OK, so, tonight, this double will be one of the 'extra pay' ones for you."

She showered, relaxed, iced a little more, and felt much better about 20 minutes later. Even the reddest places had faded. She considered that it wasn't as bad as the dramatic look had conveyed. Her internal feelings? She was still trying to interpret those. The fact that she had orgasms with those rough 'mean' men was a little confusing to her. Kees came back in to check on Jaimie. With her positive response, he asked if she could return to work. She thought 'seven and counting', and told Kees that she was ready. As she suspected, or at this particular point in the evening hoped for, Kees had arranged for more tame fellows.

One at a time, Jaimie fucked four more. Each was bigger than her husband. Yet, they seemed small to her after having had Arend to start her afternoon, and the rough double of large ones to start her evening. But the four did keep her open. She finished that series of four by 10:00 PM. Total for the Sunday was eleven.. She had gone straight to the dressing room area and was changing into her street garb. As he did the day before, Kees came in with an envelope of American currency. Nine hundred and thirty eight dollars, which included the extra pay for that rough double that she took. She smiled and thanked him. 

His response was a very business like reminder that she could have Monday off, and that she was to 'go do something with Dave'. He told her that she would begin her first regular shift Tuesday at 7:00 PM. Anytime that she worked during a Sunday to Thursday time period, she must work till 2:00 AM. The club remained open till 4:00 AM Friday and Saturday nights; when she worked either of those nights, she would start at 9:00 PM and be there till that 4:00 AM closing. At that moment, it all sounded very agreeable to Jaimie. She looked forward to telling Dave of her day's exploits, and started to leave to meet him. After all, he may have checked in with the doorman several times already, trying to guess when she would be off duty.

Kees broke into her thoughts. "There is something that you should see before you leave tonight." And he motioned her back into the lounge. There she saw that he had already invited Dave in from the outside door. Kees thought that both Jaimie and Dave might appreciate being sent off tonight with the next vision in their heads. As she hugged Dave, the music kicked over to a pulsating beat and volume that made conversation quite difficult. Both turned around just in time to see the little stage be lit up with colored diffuse lights and several white spot lights. The spots were trained upon a mattress that was now center to the stage. 

Jaimie had not been introduced to the two black men who came up on stage. Each had a very casual robe on. Then Angie, the little redhead who had first introduced Jaimie to Aardbei, popped up on the stage. Dressed in a little green top, green bikini bottom and a different pair of green high heels, she looked as sharp as any redhead Jaimie or Dave had ever seen. She arrived on stage already dancing to the beat. And she danced around, primarily within the spot light coverage, as she removed her top, then her bikini panties. The heels stayed on. Thus, she was well dressed for the particular activity that was next on the agenda.

Angie went over to the black men, and, one at a time, untied and removed their robes. Sort of like opening Christmas presents. Impressive giant presents, since Angie was about Jaimie's size, and these were muscular men, around that seven foot mark, and with obvious talent of the appropriate ratio hanging down between their legs. Each was already semi hard. Angie stroked both simultaneously until both were very hard. Jaimie could only guess, but the men appeared to be in the eleven to twelve inch range. Very special She had one man lie down on the mattress with his feet toward what was now an audience. She had a jar of lube all ready by the mattress. From it, she used the lube on his penis and her pussy. She also thoroughly lubricated her ass. It was easy to see that ass was puckered from past experience. As well, her pussy always gaped open, evidently from all its daily use.

As Angie sat down upon the man's penis, Kees was standing behind his bar counter doing his own remote redirection of one of the spots, so that much more light could be put on the front edge of the mattress. The huge penis slipped slowly into her ass. A very taunt, very thick eleven incher slid halfway in. The other black man greased up, got down on his knees, and started into her pussy. He was the one who was slightly bigger. More like an honest twelve inches, he spread her wide. She was already arching her head back, hitting the chest of the man below her. She threw her pelvis forward, as both men began to alternate who went up against that forward movement of hers. Soon the two men were working their large connections in perfect rhythm with the music.

They all fucked like that for about ten minutes. At that time, they rotated her around and had her sit on the man on the bottom, with her face toward his face, and her ass up. No stop for any clean up between, as that man took his turn in her pussy. With still more lube spread around, the other man now took over fucking her ass. They sawed her in that classic double position for longer, perhaps for as long as fifteen minutes. Her ass and pussy were bright red and stretched, as they put on a little more show by both simultaneously burying themselves into Angie and doing a hard twisting and grinding of her holes. These two men were good as a team. For one thing, both remained very hard and functional, no matter which hole each was assigned. Angie bucked against the two and, generally, just appeared to be one continuous white orgasm caught between the black men. 

When the two men blasted Angie's insides, Jaimie had no difficulty seeing the cum dripping out of Angie, though Angie was an entire lounge length away. As well, when they withdrew, she could see why Angie had, all day, every day, a pooched out anus and a large relaxed pussy opening. The men's probes were thickly coated with white cream, and were pink highlighted all the way deep into the kinky hairs at their bases. With what might have been a fairly standard display for this show, the ultra experienced and very high mileage Angie had a pussy and an ass that remained ultra red and gaping. 

She paused to swing her ass around to the audience, shake it as a tease and then spread it with both hands. With both holes staying wide open, both still moist red, both still dripping red streaked cum, Angie verified the extreme over use to the viewers. She received her own little applause at that moment. Then when the three performers stood together, they received a nice round of applause that faded off quickly. A primary reason for the fade was not a lack of appreciation; on the contrary, it was that the performance stimulated a natural interruption, as each patron just as quickly felt a sudden intense need to discuss his own sexual release with his own Aardbei girl.

Jaimie looked at Dave. He was still shocked by what he had seen. "Oh, my, God."

"What does that mean? Did you like it? Did it turn you off or on?"

"That means on. On. On. That was absolutely incredible I forget her name?"

"Angie."

"Oh, yeah. Well, I won't forget her name any more. That was 'a show and a half'. She was great in receiving. Those black guys were unbelievable. I really might not have believed a story about any of this, if I had not been here to see for myself."

"So, I take it that you liked the show?" With her own reasons in mind, Jaimie was fishing for his real feelings.

"Oh, hun, I am so turned on. I can't wait to hear what stories you have for me tonight "

"Want one now?"

"Go baby go "

"I got doubled that same way today by two white guys whose dicks were a little smaller. But they were rougher." And she looked into his face. With her beautiful eye brows lifted and a quirky smile, she seemed to be saying 'well, what do you think of that?'.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Rougher?"

"Yes."

As his own S&M vision of even the most remotely possible events kicked in,"Wow We have got to hurry home, so you can tell me more, and, especially, so you can show me your rear."

"Pervert." 

And Jaimie said that with comedic relief, rather than as any true critique. For she had never had the desire to judge anyone's sexual lifestyle. Not even her husband's. Now, after this strange week in her life, Jaimie felt she could also add that she 'no longer had the right to ever give such a critique'. 

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Continued as "Slechts Groot part two"

*Please note that part two is truly the other half of an existing story. It is not an extension or add on, as a series might be thought of. You now have half of the story of an American working in, first, the most famous brothel and, then, second, the most secret brothel of the 1960s to 1970s Amsterdam era. 



Slechts Groot Ch. 02



Slechts Groot

(translation:"Only The Large")

(part two)

This story has the following content:

M+/F, Intr, Slut Wife, Size, Exh, Brothel, Orgy, SM, and is Pre-Viral.

*Please read part one first*

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Prelude:

The sixth and seventh decade of the twentieth century was a time of true sexual revolution. Not just a phrase in cultural jokes, it was documented by every conceivable source, from the street tabloids, famous men's magazines, radio, television, and horrified pulpits, to the academic testing and juried scientific publishing of the era. Jaimie's own first week at the Aardbei Club was one example of that revolution. Even though extreme in her case, the freedom of choice, sex as a casual form of communication, an adaptive marriage, and experimentation were all characteristics in common with the larger general movement. 

Aardbei allowed Jaimie, and Dave, to trip through sexual fantasies within its famously controlled environment. Her expectations about those fantasies, however, were not unrealistic. The decision to try prostitution in this special time period and in this special place, did not ignore the full range of positive to negative outcomes. Even when she was a teenager, and first analyzed her own 'far out' fantasy about being a professional, she wondered if she could control or at least adapt to such daily variance. Her decision then and now was that the odds of good versus bad experiences were no different than with any other daily activity. Of course, the Aardbei daily activity was high volume and all sexual. 

Story (continued from part one)

By the third week at Aardbei, it was obvious that the job was doing much more than just lengthen their stay in Amsterdam. Those first weeks allowed Jaimie to adjust to the club's night hours. She knew that Kees could surprise her; however, during all her weeks of regular hours, he had not produced a list of customers anything like her 'introduction' list. Yet, he did continue to take direct personal control of her schedule. So Jaimie decided that first weekend had really been a test of both her original decision and her physical stamina. Rather than a military boot camp, it had been a sort of sexual 'penis camp'.

Kees had personally supervised no other girl past the first week or two. His extra interest in the successful start of this American was duly noted by the other working girls. But with the way Aardbei was set up, that notation was not in reference to anything like competition, rather, the interest was viewed only as a curiosity. Long before that third week, Jaimie already had her own sort of routine at Aardbei. She would walk herself over to the club, usually well before the 9:00 PM start of her shift. Dave would escort her home at 2:00 AM. In between those hours, she would usually see eight to ten men, as many as twelve on a weekend night. 

Coming from the 'free' love background, Jaimie appreciated that the non-negotiable sex at Aardbei allowed her to pursue a more natural sex. She knew that she was paid well. Given that, she could pursue the sexual expertise. She knew that she would have never taken any such position, as it was defined in the States. She would have hated the bartering, where every move is priced. 

Even with an 'average guy' list at Aardbei, the penises were consistently two inches longer than Dave and almost one inch wider. That was now a standard for Jaimie. From the very first weekend, Jaimie and Dave had stayed in close communication about the job and its effects. The fact that she was wanted by, then fucked by, so many men was still a queer turn on for Dave. He really got off on having a wife who generated a lot of lust. His male response was and is fairly normal. Pride in thy wife That part, where all the strange lusting guys get to follow through by fucking the daylights out of the wife, is probably where most American husbands would balk. 

That most men were bigger than Dave? That Jaimie was being stretched, as would be any prostitute with such good business? That was just more of a 'mental spanking' turn on. The sexual tease that Jaimie played on Dave, after her first day of work, was based upon what she knew he wanted to hear. 'Those big bad men' were really assaulting his lovely wife and 'leaving their mark'. That same 'loyal' wife would even come home and tell him tales of those nasty men having gone places he had never gone, having done things that he had never done and, generally, just besting the Hell out of him. He absolutely loved it all Sick boy. And she, in turn, loved him.

Jaimie considered herself on a fact finding mission. She was using this beginner time period to learn all about the variations of men's personalities, builds and, of course, penises. She was hoping to intertwine what she learned, so that she might become known for even more than her looks. It was her own high standard for what others considered a simplistic duty. She began to take her sexual performance as seriously as she would have taken a dance performance. And her compulsion to do it right was not directly linked to her income. Though, Jaimie would admit that there were hours during the weekdays where the clientele were a little scarce for everyone, and that it would not hurt to have a few more guys directed her way.

But the fact finding on penis type alone was gathering a lot of information. She was continuously amazed at the differences. With, without foreskin, shafts that were straight or curved in any direction, big heads, sharp heads, dark color, light color, two tone, three tone, more tones, and the entire ranges of thickness and length. The size and output of balls had become very noteworthy for her. In the short time that she had been sampling, she learned that the average cum output was about a teaspoon. But, then, she also learned that nature can do some strange things. Just as a woman might be blessed or cursed, according to viewpoint, with 50+DDD breasts, she found men who nature had deemed cum factories. It was part of the duty or fun, again according to viewpoint, that being with one of those guys was, well, a mess. 

She, at first, considered it a duty to deal with the extra amount of cum. Then she began to be entertained by the production, and started getting some reward from either seeing or feeling the high volume. Finally, just as in her high school and college days, she began to be a real cheerleader. That is, she would cheer them on, trying to get the maximum amount of spurts, as she either used her pussy, mouth or hand to assist. Of course, she even admitted to herself that her cheering was limited to vibrating 'ummmmmms' when she was caught doing oral. But the guys seemed to appreciate that response as well as any.

Her own sexual rewards? They were very important to Jaimie. She was determined, that, if she had to spend many hours working in a famous brothel, she was going to have as much fun doing it as she could. She never gave up the hope for a cum to be done in synch with the guy. And she was pleasantly surprised that, at least with Aardbei members, such a mutual cum was frequent. Of course, there were always times of male failure. If that had happened to 'you', 'you' would have wanted it to happen with Jaimie; for, she was always considerate, as positive as one could be, and presented the man with much hope for a 'next time'. Her personal rewards were the more intense and more frequent orgasms that the bigger penis sizes created. 

Though nothing like the first weekend had occurred, there were moderately large ones, on the order of around 9 inches and fat. With that size, she could work out very well, and usually found that she obtained multiple orgasms with any man who had such equipment. Jaimie told Dave that she had two steady fellows at work; that meant they came to fuck her almost every day that she was on duty. Sometimes they dropped over several times during a shift. Both of them were the 9 inch long and over 2.25 inches wide caliber. They were inside Jaimie, deeper, more frequently, and for longer periods of time than her own husband could be.

Thinking bigger, she had looked forward to Arend, Mr. Doorknob, returning and was unhappy when she heard that he and his family had gone on vacation. She, at least, was given a good reason why he did not return quickly to continue working on her. She smiled when her own thoughts came up with the 'continue working on me'. About such feelings, she was always honest with Dave, just as he asked her to be. Just as she had told Dave about the steady fellows, she would tell him of the 'longer', the 'thicker' and the 'much better' orgasms. It all still seemed to get him going and help produce their own sex. She still liked sex with her husband, primarily because he was her buddy. It was the proverbial 'icing on the cake' when she could share her work experiences with such an interested spouse. But he had not asked for a special total, and she intended to not bring the number up on her own. 

The tally of 'superior fucks' was what she did not mention, primarily because it had become an overwhelming number. And she did not want to test Dave's limits. But since he had her keeping track of stats in general, she did carry the 'excellent' tally in her head. In only the three weeks of work, she had found 31 men, who performed at an entirely different level than her husband did. In order that each be one of the 31, she had to cum much longer, much stronger and much more often with that man. So, up to that point, 31 new men, along with 7 men back in the States, had a better mating connection with Jaimie than Dave could ever hope for.

Her night shift allowed her to see the larger crowds, the strange associated culture of sex and many other curious events. For one, since she worked similar shift assignments, she met Angie frequently during the week. Sometimes, Jaimie would be between fucks and get to catch the 10 PM stage show. Angie was the girl most frequently fucked by the two black men. But there was a rotation, and Jaimie did see an Isabel and a Patty 'get it'. Those two were certainly used anytime Angie was off duty. Otherwise, it always seemed to be Angie who got the most intense fucking by the guys. They disappeared into her immediately, hit her very hard, and essentially made Angie appear as if two bottomless pits had been created by the 'night after night' action. So, though she may have been around the same 64 inch height as Jaimie, Angie could still be called a 'big girl' by her clientele. With all the kinks flying around the place, instead of that physical fact disqualifying Angie from adoration, it actually seemed to increase it, and helped her create her own worshiping entourage. 

During those first weeks, Jaimie was also introduced to some very strong hashish. Angie had her smoke a little one night, and Jaimie went on to love the effect all the rest of the evening. It made even the little guys feel great to her. It made big guys ripple all kinds of unexplainably strong feelings from her pussy to her finger tips. She easily obtained some hashish to share with Dave, as well as to supply herself at work, just in case Angie wasn't around.

The transition from the third to the fourth week was eventful. Dave received news that he was admitted to business grad school at UNC. He had not been expecting to actually make it. But there it was, acceptance. And he needed to go back to the States and use the summer to prepare for the start of school in August. The news made the staging of the couple's return very complex. Since Dave did not qualify for any monetary assistance, he would need a great deal of money to pursue the grad school program. It was obvious to both Dave and Jaimie that they had stumbled into the proverbial 'gold mine' at Aardbei. Since Jaimie's very first day on the job, the income had been many times what they really needed. And it was more than any grad degree would ever earn. All during the last few weeks, the couple had discussed what to do with the surplus. They had plans of paying off debt back in the States, getting a new car perhaps, or even getting a house. 

In 'dollars' of the time period, Jaimie was doing extremely well. When the adventure started, all the little dream uses were to have been realized or expire within a restricted time period. There were early rules, like 'another four weeks maximum, then we leave'. Such rules seemed to no longer apply, now that the grad school costs entered into the equation. Dave was tempted to let Jaimie stay 'just a little bit longer'. That would certainly pack away the money. In a short period of time, Jaimie might even be able to pay off everything that would be incurred during all the years of grad school. So, they discussed the possibilities at length. It was decided that Dave would leave immediately, in order to set plans in motion. Registration, tuition, off campus housing, etc. would be difficult projects, and require time. Jaimie was extremely agreeable, and set herself up as the 'beyond comprehension' dutiful wife; not many husbands agreed to pimp out their wife in order to go to grad school. And it was so amazing that Jaimie was able to continue her truthfulness right up to the time that Dave boarded the plane. She let him know that she would try to have a very good time while they were apart. In fact, she let Dave know that she rather looked forward to continuing her 'whore' project for a while, and that she was getting rewards out of the experience that she never had expected.

Dave finally became a little insecure."You still my buddy? And will be? No matter how 'fucked up' you get?" Though truly concerned, he could not help but laugh while delivering that last question.

"Oh, you never need to ask that. Of course I am and will be your buddy. We have so much going besides the sexploits. You know that. But, I do promise to bring home some more nasty stories to tell you, perhaps late in the evenings, between studies." A wicked smile accompanied that last sentence.

Her pledge was happily received, then Dave packed, and caught his plane for the States that same evening. In the few days between being notified of his grad school acceptance, the application of their new plans, and then Dave leaving, Jaimie had told Kees that she was staying. He understood that the couple had plans back in the States. But, that, for a while, she could put in more hours at Aardbei. Kees and Jaimie agreed that she would maintain the same hours, but cycle three days on and one day off. Even the usually stoic Dutch Kees appeared very happy with the prospect. Any time he could hire a prize like Jaimie, it made points with the members and increased membership renewals; and then, their reports to their friends generated new memberships. The full time use of Jaimie was a blessing to Kees.

The success of the brothel was the highest priority. With that goal in mind, Kees hoped to take advantage of Jaimie's new isolation. Since her first few days on the job, he had wanted to expand her use and amplify her notoriety within the club. With Dave gone, and Jaimie focused on his club, he felt that he had the big chance. Kees immediately began thinking of how to make smooth and very legitimate excuses for extending her service. Before Jaimie worked her very first three day sequence, he had already started one plan in motion. For Jaimie's third night of work, he had arranged for Angie to have a standard night off, for Isabel to be out of the city and for Patty to be ill. That eliminated the three girls who, at least in recent history, had ever performed the 10 PM double penetration show.

On that third work day, Kees met Jaimie as she came out of one of the little fuck rooms at 9:45 PM. He appeared frantic. He told her that Angie and Isabel were off, that Patty was to have done the show, but that she had called in sick just 45 minutes ago. Kees pleaded with Jaimie to do the stage show, which was only 15 minutes away. With her in a state of startle, and her mouth open, with no sounds coming out of it, he quickly reminded her that the double fuck paid a separate 288 dollars. After weighing her likes, dislikes, the need for money and her momentary bravery, she said that she thought that she might be able to survive one show with the two men. Kees feigned an over appreciation of her decision. The act was delivered with excellent technique, and grounded upon his experience as the ultimate pimp.

The fact that Kees scheduled all this to happen just before her day off was another non-accident. Which gets us back to Jaimie's assessment of what was going to happen to her. She suddenly began to remember Angie's descriptions of what it was like to be pummeled by the two giant African penises - sort of equivalent to two black logs being shoved in and out of her. Angie had said something about the first time being a long distance stretch. No ordinary pussy could stretch like what was required without 'some tears'. Angie had gone on to specify that these two very endowed men were a couple of the first major contributors to her big ass and big pussy. Though she did indicate that some sub nights at Slechts Groot finished her up; whatever that meant?

Jaimie was mad at herself for not remembering the details of Angie's report before she said yes to Kees. Jaimie rarely cursed, but about ten minutes before the show she was muttering wonderful little phrases like 'Aw, shit', 'Damn', 'I'm gonna be sorry '.

Then, she switched back to her game personality, for she knew that she both needed to and really wanted to make the best of it. She brightened up a little, thinking of how she had told everyone that she liked large penises. Then she just as quickly crashed, thinking 'yeah, but not this large. And not two of the too big ones all at once'. She went to the dressing room and smoked a little chip of hash that was worth only two tokes. Jaimie was trying to calm down, as well as radically change the sensory input from her pussy. 

She could hear the music change to a funky fuck tune, raise in volume, and send bass notes thumping through the wall. In Jaimie's mind, the powerful thumps were overwhelming indicators of what was going to happen to her pussy and ass. 

Show Time

In her full frizz dressy hairdo, and wearing only a pair of stiletto black heels, she entered the lounge. The nearest customers and girls gave her a little applause, just to encourage her to continue her trek to the stage. Some of the girls, those few who really knew Jaimie, threw out cheers like, 'God, you're braver than I could ever be ', 'Why'd you tell him you'd do this?', 'Remember to breath ', and 'Honey, I'll take some ice pops out the fridge, and have'em ready for you.'. Jaimie continued to the stage, in spite of such greetings. On the stage, the two black men had not waited. They had removed their own robes, and had already jacked themselves to full size. 

'Why do they look much bigger now, as compared to when I see them going in and out of Angie?' The club members and staff were all whistling and staggering their applause as Jaimie walked the 40 feet to the stage. Kees had all the lights turned on, with all the spotlights aimed at the mattress. 

The walk had looked like the xxx version of a Miss America pageant. But this winner was to be rewarded by a DP of huge black penises, rather than with the usual little crown. Still, this was a real beauty going to the stage. Everyone there got excited to see anyone new try these two guys; but some members had fantasized many times about Jaimie being the one up on stage. Kees had made it a point to invite Aardbei and Slechts Groot members who got intense rewards from voyeuristic activities, and their presence proved his premeditation over the last few days. The extra attendance also made Aardbei more than a little crowded.

Kees got on microphone back behind the counter and introduced 'Utumi' [11 inches] and 'Batuu' [12 inches] and 'our little Jaimie'.




Slechts Groot Ch. 02



Utumi and Batuu both reached out for Jaimie's hands, helped her up the small rise, took those little hands of hers and placed them directly on their penises. She began stroking both as they all spun around so that Jaimie was finally facing the crowd. She looked great that night. Great hair, tight body, those great dancer legs, which she used well during the spin around, and a bright smile. Oral had never been a part of the act, and she left it out, hoping to get through the 25 or so minutes of intense fucking that Angie normally went through. She concentrated on stroking and getting lube for everyone. She stroked more onto their shafts, as Utumi and Batuu poked some into Jaimie's pussy and ass. Jaimie motioned to Batuu and indicated 'a lot please ' He smiled, nodded and went back to the jar for seconds. 

The music was being turned back up very loud by Kees, as all three got their second or third coating. And Jaimie thought, well, this is it. She motioned for Utumi to sit on the mattress and face the crowd. He sat exactly where three spotlights overlapped. A very bright location. She let go of Batuu and moved over to Utumi, where she also faced the crowd and began to sit down on his vertical post. When the head slipped into her ass, she knew that she was in trouble. For it was a very tight passage. She had rarely doubled, and it was never done with something 11 inches long and 2.5 inches wide. And, in less than a half hour, this man wanted to stroke her freely and twist and grind as he bottomed out? She continued to slowly slide. Huffing and puffing and blowing as she went, she was about two thirds down onto Utumi, and being very tentative. 

Utumi and Batuu could easily forget who they were working on. Their most powerful memories were those of Angie's pussy and ass. And those items had already been made very loose by the two Africans. This beautiful Jaimie felt extremely tight to Utumi. With his duty to the club, and with this particular show in mind, he reached for her waist with his hands. Each hand covered half of Jaimie's pelvis, as he pulled back slightly and pressed her downward. She was breathing faster, and squealed loudly with each lower elevation. Utumi was over three fourths into her at that point.

With Jaimie in a sort of tripod, that is the front two legs balanced in a squat position with the third leg going up her rear, Batuu also felt the need to help. Besides it would look good to the crowd. While Utumi was pulling down on her pelvic area, Batuu went around to the front of Jaimie and looked into her red flushed face. From there, he reached out and down, placing his hands on her upper legs. That was exactly where Jaimie was getting all her power for sustaining her squat, right there in those quadriceps muscles. He pinched them a little, then massaged them deeply, trying to loosen them up. It was working, so Jaimie immediately grabbed for his shoulders. When she did that, Utumi pressed down hard and another inch or so went into her. She screamed. But with the loud music, it was not very audible.

When she grabbed Batuu's shoulders, he grabbed the quadriceps on both sides tightly. That caused them to completely release. And Jaimie slid squealing all the way to the base of Utumi. She then panted and gasped as she looked down and saw that his balls were flush with her bottom. The shaft had completely disappeared. Her pussy was pushed out and slightly opened by the action in her rear. And Batuu was eyeing it. Utumi was muttering something about how good she felt way up inside, as Batuu maneuvered to get at that pussy.

Utumi was not one of those softies in an ass. He went in hard as a rock, and stayed hard as a rock. That was something Batuu could always count on. Jaimie could feel Utumi jerking around up inside her rear as Batuu's penis was sliding through her front. Batuu's 12 incher was joining Utumi's 11 inch rod. By working at Aardbei, Jaimie had, at least, done some stretching of both her pussy and ass. But nothing prepared her for this. If an instructional animation was to have displayed a side view, it would have shown a straightened out and very stretched rectum that went up way beyond what nature intended. Then, joining it, would be a vaginal bag being poked lengthwise and joining the rectum in being about the same length, even though it is more strictly defined that vaginas are never supposed to go to those lengths.

But it took some work for Batuu to get that vagina fully stretched. Many deep pokes, some side twists, and, after a few minutes, his penis was buried in Jaimie. So that would have definitely been the last portion or climax of any educational animation display. Jaimie was grunting, squealing, huffing, puffing, well, sort of doing a little bit of everything. She had thrown her head back onto Utumi's chest, and, in turn, Utumi had reached up and wrapped his hands around Jaimie's chest. Each hand then grabbed a breast. Though ample for Jaimie, each one looked very small when mushed by a giant black hand. And mushed they were. He was squeezing very hard, pinching them off at their bases, and pushing everything forward. His hands then occupied the bases and laid directly upon her little ribs. That expelled every bit of breast tissue forward. What did this guy think poor Jaimie had, big zits that needed to be squeezed until they popped? Jaimie thought that might be what he intended.

However, both their penises were making the major headlines and getting Jaimie's attention. Her canals were filled till they were taunt. When filled like that, to make any more space, they would have to burst or at least somehow relieve the tension all around and make a truly larger diameter. Both her pussy and ass could more easily do the length. Although, the required longer pussy would need some lengthwise fiber tears. Those then could be put back by nature at the new length. The most dramatic adaptation for both Jaimie and the audience would involve her width. She was a 'too tight' little thing, as compared to a more experienced person like Angie. In other words, 'something had to give'.

Both men and Jaimie were all extremely well lubed. So, lack of such lube was not a contributing condition. Batuu and Utumi were able to start smoothly stroking Jaimie. But the width of each canal was literally pinching the assigned penis till it hurt. They naturally wanted to work less restrained, to develop a smoother, softer, more loose ass and pussy. Then they could even fuck those to still another level. As far as Batuu and Utumi were concerned, whether she had DP'd in the past or not, to them she was a virgin DP. And she would have to be dealt with as one. Utumi held on to those breasts as tightly as he could and pulled Jaimie to his chest, where her head rested well below his chin. Batuu held her wrists and stretched her arms out wide, pinning them to the mattress.

They began to fuck her hard, to loosen up things their way. She turned bright red in the face, grunted a lot and did a lot of 'whew' sounds. With the spotlights, the crowd had an excellent view of Jaimie's DP. They all watched closely as the too long and too wide black devices punched her, over and over... Just the image of the large stretch of her holes, and minor bleeding, was its own obscene event. Call it an advanced double cherry busting And the crowd loved it. This is what the invited voyeurs, and even minor sadists, came to see - an event that did not happen very often in civilized communities. The few other members in the room who did not fit those labels, well, they were transfixed too. All the kersloop, slush, snaps, pops, thumps, thuds and other plungering sounds could be heard coming out of Jaimie by those closest to the stage. Certainly, they could hear such things if Kees messed up and was slow to start the next musical selection.

But the visual was always outstanding. Sometimes the picture was filled by the two black men buried in 'someone', with one creamy white beautiful leg going one direction and the other creamy white beautiful leg going the other direction. Tipped by the black heels, the legs and the African men made some great momentary designs and a rather continuous super erotic motion picture. Jaimie noticed that she could see Batuu working in her pelvis. That vision was worth an extra gasp. It was especially gasp worthy since both men were spending most of the time all the way inside her. It was the width work that was increasing. Twisting, grinding, pushing her insides round and round, all done from the muscular contractions of their tight pinched butts, forward through their pelvic muscles, and radiating the motion to the huge penis and its own muscles. Their penises then produced the waves that flowed from her pussy to the top of her head and to the bottom of her feet. That entire sequential process seemed to be working throughout each and every instant.

While Kees did not allow members to take pictures, he did have his own photographer for special occasions, such as Jaimie's first stage show. That photographer was taking some great 35mm photos that would chronicle the process. Next for him to chronicle was a change in position. If a viewer was more than a few feet from the stage, it appeared as if Angie's accurately described 'two logs' were being pulled out of Jaimie. Both were still rock hard and both forcefully sprang out into the open. When they did, those up front could see that both penises had gooey pink streaks throughout their lengths, with more of a red color at their bases.

Jaimie's chest and belly were still rising and falling with great speed, as she tried to get her breath. Utumi held her more softly, but still held her. He leaned forward, still holding a beautiful black haired woman who was only big enough to occupy his torso, and asked her to spread her legs for the crowd and pull open her pussy and ass. She actually was able to display a sincere relaxed smile to the lounge crowd, while she revealed that her pussy gaped with an open center that was between the size of a quarter and a half dollar. Her lips were all beet red and she had some minor bleeding just inside that open center. Her ass had an almost identical condition. Utumi let go of her chest and smacked the side of her butt slightly. That was her cue to move on.

She was turned away from the audience as she sat back down on Utumi. This time his penis got her pussy. Batuu got her ass. In that more common position, both worked their way back in quickly and began a real intense double of Jaimie. Kees had an even nastier funkier tune going, and had turned the volume up so much that the bass could be felt outside in the street. Both Africans got a smooth sawing rhythm going. Jaimie was having a hard time keeping her senses. It wasn't the hashish as much as it was the physical pounding. There were times where she was sure that either her rectum or pussy would break open. But, in reality, neither was close to doing that; of course, Jaimie knew of no such safety margin. She convinced herself that she did know one thing for certain, and that was that Angie was 'one hell of a tough red head' 

The normally controlled and hard to impress crowd was constantly yelling, whistling and generally being obnoxious. They had one of the most beautiful girls to ever work at Aardbei, up on that stage, having her holes reamed out to a new gauge. It took hard stuff to entertain this crowd, and this was hard stuff. But the show was still building.

Another 10 minutes into Jaimie and her treatment, and Utumi and Batuu almost simultaneously decided to just 'let go' and 'let Jaimie have it' in the same manner and degree as Angie normally 'took it'. They pumped faster, hitting bottom each time, while they held her waist tightly; Jaimie was held so tightly that her pussy and ass were the only parts that were allowed to move against the Africans' maximum grind and stretch. The men reached their peak just as the song reached its peak. When they came, their penises twitched and gushed, sending poor Jaimie into spasms. The cum squirted out the sides of her ass and pussy. Mostly creamy, but with some red streaks. Batuu slowly pulled out of her ass. His penis still oozed cum out its tip, with the first half of his shaft rubbed raw, while its base was more red than earlier. Her ass had a large bright red hole for an opening; around the edges of the hole were small rough areas of deeper red.

When Utumi pulled his penis out, it looked similar, except the head was still jerking and the upper third of the penis was flushed with his own particular deep internal peach/orange/pink/red/ multi-tone coloration. Exactly like Batuu, Utumi, from his tip to about halfway down his shaft, was rubbed raw. The rawness of both penises represented the cost of trying to soften Jaimie's tough meat. Jamie's present condition was better indicated by the lower portion of Utumi's shaft, where his balls, and, even his groin, dripped a gooey pink mix. Her labia were fire engine red, her center was a large ragged hole, and the rough edges that surrounded that irregular hole were a more moist beet red. 

The two Africans expected Jaimie to act like a pro, and she did not disappoint them. Both took her hands and helped her fly up to a standing position, then, after checking each other's faces for the cue, all three simultaneously took a ridiculously over dramatic bow. Or was it just appropriate in this case? The lounge crowd chuckled while applauding with a new vigor. Having watched Angie many times, Jaimie knew what her next move was supposed to be. She spun around , aiming her rear toward the crowded lounge. She bent over, put her face all the way down to knee level, and then looked between her legs into the upside down crowd. Her hands moved from their original positions, just below and behind the knees, up to her butt cheeks, where they spread those cheeks wide. Perhaps it was because Angie started out each show with larger, more relaxed holes, but Jaimie was much brighter red than Angie usually was. Jaimie's were not closing quickly; rather, both holes stayed wide open. One or two moist red drips came from the membrane that, now, only partially framed the gaping entrance into her vagina. Both holes were similar in size to Angie's, probably because the same reaming tools had been used on them. Of course, the sizes of Angie's holes were permanent, and Jaimie's were not...well, not yet.

While Jaimie showed the crowd how much damage such a fucking can do, the guys were putting their robes on and moving toward the dressing area. Night after night the two Africans got to fuck some of the most beautiful women in the world. For over seven months, they had double worked girls for Kees. Their pay was never stated, but it seemed enough to live in Amsterdam and still send money home to their many wives and families. Their dedication to such work was duly noted. They were so stoic in their presentation that it was hard to tell when they were really having a good time. But, tonight, they really did enjoy tearing into the knockout American girl. As Batuu was leaving the stage, he made an impression on Jaimie by bending down to her level and flatly stating, "I look forward to next time." Out of character; in fact, something that Batuu had never said before.

Jaimie stretched up, with her legs straddling one of his, and kissed Batuu on the cheek. A just as strange reply, from a woman, who many outside of this sub-culture might have considered an object of sexual abuse. As he walked away, he seemed embarrassed, but pleased by that kiss. Amazing...comfortable with grotesquely powerful fucking in front of everyone, but embarrassed by a kiss? 

Jaimie went to the dressing room where she gladly accepted a couple of plastic enclosed ice pops, lubed them up separately and inserted them, "Aaaaah..."

Kees stepped into the room and handed Jaimie an envelope, "That was great kid. Really great. It was more than any normal show, and it was shared by a lot more people than usual. We should even develop some great photos of tonight. What I am trying to say is that you deserve a better reward. You can leave right now, and take this home. Uh, you might do some of those healing douches that you have told me about." Smiles. "Have a nice day off."

Kees added, an 'acting out' of his thanks for her substitution, a dramatization of his attempt to get the regulars back as soon as possible, and a pledge to get his own act together. Just as Jaimie was accepting his apology of excuses, he went on to say that it was nice to have 'someone additional who could do the show just in case'. She was momentarily exasperated by that last assumption, that is, until she looked into the envelope. There was her pay for the two guys that she did before the show, and, not the double, but a quadruple pay for the show. So, there at 9 PM and dressed and leaving at 11:00 PM. But she better understood his statement of many weeks ago, that 'some girls just do the show and leave'. Jaimie was thinking that only a rare person like Angie might even be able to consider continuing on into the night after such a show.

In keeping with his image as an excellent prostitute fisherman, Kees effectively reeled her out by getting Angie and the others back during the next week, assigning shows and other extreme duties to them, and letting Jaimie do the more ordinary clients. And then he hit her with another request to do the show, this time under the guise of her popularity. Applying flattery and another quadruple bonus got Jaimie to do her second 10 PM show with the Africans. And once again, Kees's special invitations to special members resulted in a crowded Aardbei. Unknown to Jaimie, Kees had asked the boys to not show the restraint that they showed at first and to stretch out the display and give Jaimie another ten minutes of fucking. Then, over the next two weeks, Kees was able to have Jaimie do the show four times (with each show slightly longer than the one before it). He really was having Jaimie reamed out, to prepare for some of his new plans for her.

Jaimie heard from Dave frequently. She knew that he was actually enrolled in the grad school now, had picked out his Fall classes and had a nice little place just off campus. But, those obtained goals just seemed to require maintenance money that would make the actual savings for future goals a slower process. On her own, Jaimie had come to the conclusion that, at least, another six weeks at Aardbei would be necessary. In addition to telling Dave that she should stay, at least, another six weeks, she did update him on her sexual adventures. Although, for some reason, she left out her new services that included some of the 10 PM shows. She really was unable to explain, even to herself, why she left out such information. She just did.

When Dave left, Kees had not only initiated a plan for Jaimie to do the 10 PM show. He began several other plans within the following several weeks. One plan started only three days ago, with a simple phone call to one of his most affluent Slechts Groot members. His name was Arman. Arman had both a unique physical attribute and unusually kinky sexual pursuits. When he heard of Jaimie, Arman arranged to leave his business affairs as quickly as he could and travel the hundreds of miles to Amsterdam.

On yet another third night of work for Jaimie, Kees had once again arranged a major shocker. Arman arrived in the city earlier in the evening and, after registering at his upscale hotel, came directly over to Aardbei. It was about 10 PM when Kees introduced Arman to Jaimie. He needed to do little else. Though he did leave Jaimie with an indication that she take her time, 'all the time you need', with Arman. 

Arman was a muscular black from upper France. He tried to combine business trips to Amsterdam with visiting Aardbei. If there was no business excuse, then he just visited Amsterdam for Aardbei. He trusted Kees and the high standards of Aardbei. This trip? This trip was one hundred percent because of Jaimie. He believed that Jaimie was exactly what he was looking for: a beautiful white American, who was married, new to the business and with a pussy that he could ream out.




Slechts Groot Ch. 02



Arman did not worry about the social graces or booth visits. He took Jaimie straight to one of the larger rooms. There was loud R&B music out in the lounge, and Arman asked if she felt comfortable doing just a short little dance to it. He wanted her to show off her body, while he sat on the edge of the bed. He, of course, did not know that Jaimie was a real trained dancer. Her perfectly timed bumps and slithering movements were even better than what he had in mind. He may have allowed her one song, but that was all he could take. He grabbed her and pulled off her only article of clothing, her thong, and told her that he thought she was lovely. She sincerely thanked him and thought that they were going to proceed straight into action. But, surprisingly to Jaimie, he just wanted her to sit beside him and talk for a while.

It turned out that his head trip included getting to know the girl, know all about someone like a boyfriend, fiancee or husband and figure out the exact relationship between the girl and that other person. He then would love to use the knowledge gained for some verbal and mental S&M that was more in the mastering category. It was as if he was trying to do a mental and physical change to the girl, finally fucking the daylights out of the girl as he got her to admit things that were nasty about herself, her relationship or perhaps even demeaning to her male friend.

With his straight ahead inquiries, it really did not take him long to find out a lot about the young American couple. He soon learned about how Jaimie met Kees and how she started at Aardbei. More personal quizzing revealed Dave's 6 inch equipment. Arman still had his clothes on. And she felt a little uncomfortable when he asked about the sizes that she was beginning to prefer during her work. She was unsure whether her answer would make him feel better or worse about his own penis. But he pressed the issue strongly, and wanted her to tell her true feelings. The appeal reminded her of Dave's requests, and she found it easy to comply with.

Jaimie told him how she was being very entertained by all the extreme variations. She described, in detail, her positive experiences with the larger penises. He even got the information about how small Dave had felt to her after work. It was at this point when Arman learned that Dave had returned to the USA, and that Jaimie was enjoying her Aardbei experiences and, literally, cuming more than ever. Instead of feeling bad about that, she admitted getting a sort of a kinky reward by thinking about her husband being gone as strange men fucked her with such intensity and with such great equipment. 

And she wondered, "Did that help? I mean, was that what you wanted to know?"

"Jaimie, I get this feeling that this has been more than for money. You describe a sort of sexual awakening that has occurred in short order. Or is it older than that?" The last was said with a lilt that Jaimie could only interpret as jovial acknowledgement.

"Yeah, I had wondered about the business even before my dancing. But the dance really put me 'on stage'. The pick up lines increased big time with the dancing. And, of course, I saw other dancers who really used dance to attract customers for other activities. So, I at least wondered. And the more pure sex part of it? Marrying Dave did not stop me from thinking about other men. I often wondered what it would be like to have sex with those other men. Well, I guess that have to say that Kees's club is letting me experience what was a fantasy. And, on average, at least here, it has been better than I thought it would be. Much better "

Arman was pleased to hear her attitude. He sat there with his arm around Jaimie, as he began to explain a little about his turn on: that it involved new and beautiful women who enter the business, that just like silly young boys who feel a strange accomplishment about busting cherries, he loved catching a beginning prostitute, that he loved the conflict between marriage vows and pure sex, and, for lack of any better term, he loved cuckolding the husband along with the permission and participation of the wife.

Jaimie thought that she might have understood the first part of what he said. She was still weighing the stuff about cuckolding, as he stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. He very purposefully stood with the zipper of his baggy trousers directly in front of Jaimie's face. Her reaction to assist was immediate. As she undid his belt and first started the zipper down, she noted no underwear. Down a little more and a loud gasp came from Jaimie. And he smiled with pride as he finished taking off the shirt. 

She had found the biggest penis that she had ever seen. And recently, she thought that she had seen and felt some really big ones through her services at Aardbei. But this was 'something else'. It was obvious why Arman wore no underwear. This man seriously had to allow for his penis to drop down a pant leg. What she saw did not appear to be hard. Yet, it dangled down at least eleven to twelve inches, and was about two and a quarter inches wide all the way to its tip. It had notably large veins that protruded in many directions throughout its length. Her immediate thoughts were 'If Arend could play a very good doggy with his special penis, then Arman could play a pony with this.'

"Jaimie, I wanted to actually talk more. It is just that I thought you should see my size before we did any more of that talk." And he took off his shoes, socks and removed the pants. Now, he was more nude than Jaimie; admittedly, there wasn't much difference in degree, yet, she did still have high heels on. And he sat down beside her.

"Arman. Let me guess. You normally go across the hall to Slechts Groot?"

"Ah, you've figured out that Kees is not being biased against either side. And you may have also figured out that Slechts Groot members can go anywhere that they want. The little guys just can't come over to our side. To go over there, you need both the size and a lot more money. Those are the discriminatory rules that Kees set up on purpose. It's just that every once in a long while, someone like you lands over here at Aardbei. And, when that happens, I want to start my project as soon as possible. Yes, I can see you are more curious than ever about what I am trying so hard to tell you."

While he was speaking, Jaimie very slowly reached over to his huge penis. She began to fondle it, primarily to see what it might look like full. Arman told her that was sweet, but that he usually did not do well till he got silly stuff like explanations completely behind him. As she continued to hold on to him, he tried to speed up the verbal. An 'OK. 'Out with it' mentality took over'.

And he began to explain that his trip was to find a beautiful beginner like Jaimie. He always hoped for the girl to have a fiancee or husband. And then he would slowly make her pussy his shape. It would take multiple visits. And he and Jaimie would share their real thoughts about what was happening to her and, in turn, what would happen to her husband. Just as he believed she was truthful in telling him her Amsterdam visit details and her preference for the bigger penises, he wanted her to also feel free to tell him other things when the two of them got together. Things that might stimulate both of them. Oh, and he promised to be very slow and easy during this first night of sex. 

One thought of the moment that he did not immediately share with Jaimie was how much he desired that she be in his list of girls; that list that now comprised over thirty beautiful young women, each who might be thought of as one of his special harem. For, when he saw any of those women, he was proud that every one of them now carried a vagina that, at least, had his shape and size. Oh, perhaps, if she worked at Slechts Groot, her organ might be bigger. But if a girl stayed at a brothel like Aardbei, or, say, quit the business, then it could be said that her 'pussy was forever Arman's'. That was the kink, the absolute or ultimate satisfaction, for Arman. He intended to only mention that lust to Jaimie after he had the process well under way.

"Can you be very careful with this?" And Jaimie held up approximately a third of Arman.

"Yes, Jaimie. I can, as you say, be 'very careful'. I am interested in far beyond tonight."

She said nothing. Rather she got serious about stroking him. Pulling, extending and generally seeing what would develop within her hands. When his talking seemed done, she did note that it began to grow again. And she intended to help it with her jacking. As well, she bent over to lick on its head. That seemed to help a lot. It was growing more than she thought that it would. Finally, what was jacked up to full hardness was a real monster. She understood the preparatory talk better now. For, in her hands was a real 14.25 inches in length and 2.75 inches in width. It weighed many pounds and was very hard.

She looked up at his face, "I don't think I will ever be able to take this."

"You will be able to, Jaimie. But, as I told you, I intend to go slowly. I, more than anyone, realize what is necessary and how to do it. May I try?"

"Yes. You may try. I was really never going to say no." With that said, she stroked with more strength, and increased her rate a great deal. While she worked on Arman, Jaimie thought about what she had in her hands. At least mentally, she acknowledged that she 'had not been forewarned about something this big'. Once, Dave had shown her an old black and white 16mm film of a guy considered abnormally large or 'a freak'. The film made its stag party rounds based on the man's size. Arman was bigger 

While Jaimie worked on him, he returned the favor by massaging her with lubricant and doing extended slow stretches of her pussy. Many of those stretches, of course, more than momentarily interrupted Jaimie's effort. But the two were working together well as a team. As they worked up, he would periodically quiz her about sex life details. Things like her husband's size almost had to be topics. He wondered if she and her husband had talked about what would happen to beautiful Jaimie's pussy, if she became, then continued to be, a pro for a duration of say, perhaps many months.

She told him that they had discussed the topic a lot. That they had detailed many such fantasies during their own sex. And she made joking reference to what she had in her hands as being beyond Dave's fantasies about what his wife might fuck 'on the job'. She added that 'by the way', she did love her job. Her sweet smile instantly made the change into a rounded 'Oh' look, when Arman seemed to have hit the spot with his fingers.

After each massaged the other for a while longer, Arman suggested that Jaimie lay on her back. And before he started, he reminded her that Kees knew this was going to be nice and slow. That is why Arman would be her last customer of the day. Then he Vaselined her up again and jacked a heavy amount up and down his shaft. Then, just as he had promised, he started into her slowly. After all the work up tonight, Arman was attempting to put at least over 12 of his inches into Jaimie, while spreading her over 2.75 inches wide; and that, quite seriously, was a conservative estimate. Jaimie started breathing heavy and readying herself, well, as much as she could. She could only theorize about ever having a baby, so it was fair to also theorize about what his penis could do to her, 'is this sort of like having a baby put back into you?'.

Slow smooth stretching continued. So slow that many minutes would go by with him at a certain goal post, thus, allowing her pussy time to fully expand without shock. And that surprised Jaimie, for she felt his monstrous size, but not as a pain. She just felt it as the smooth stretch, filling and over-filling. Everything in her pelvis was being carefully moved out of the way as Arman proceeded. Jaimie had proven that she could take 11 to 12 inch penises during the 10 PM show. But the extra two to three inches in length, and almost another whole inch in width, was, at least temporarily, really going to stretch her to a new extreme.'Right down to her very fiber' took on new meaning for Jaimie.

Every few minutes, Jaimie would shudder. Sometimes that became a complete orgasm. Sometimes it led right into another shudder or gasp. 'Impale' is really the appropriate word for what was being done to Jaimie. Arman intended to take each movement to the limit of pleasure. Occasionally, he knew he needed to exceed that limit, so that she could go back to receiving even more pleasure later. He needed her vagina to stretch to his basic motionless size before he could ever hope to stroke her with it. He was very patient and persistent. She did keep stretching. 

Gasping, panting, she looked down at her belly and saw a smooth mound up to her belly button. In her case, about

6 to 7 inches in from her opening. A very fast, almost Valley Girl of the era, delivery, "Oh, ma God "

Such sayings were not normal for her. But, then, this was not a normal situation. He just grinned and pressed on. 

"Ugh, ummmm, huff, puff, huff, puff", was the peak of her usual vocabulary during the process. But. Arman certainly did want more than that out her. When he got her stuck on him real well, he had planned to have a little conversation with her Before he talked with her, he needed to work at least a couple more inches into her. To help with that, he decided that it was time to start the first twisting and reaming motions. Those immediately made Jaimie gasp and cry out. So, he slowed down again, but then started right into twisting once again. In that way, he was able to start a smooth circular twist. 

The twisting and a little forward push got him another couple of inches into her. Jaimie looked down at her belly again and saw the mound extending above her belly button. She put her hand on her belly and felt along the hard protrusion. That just shocked her more, and, in turn, led to still another cum for Jaimie. Arman would occasionally twitch his connection with Jaimie. 'Oh, wow ' would be the typical response by Jaimie.

He looked down at her red cheeks, bright wide eyes, and open mouth. "How does that feel, Jaimie?'

"You know that you don't even have to ask Just wonderful. Ugh. Oh. Uh. Oh. Oh. Oh... w_o_n_d_e_r_f_u_l "

He bent over her, with his mouth down to her right ear, arched and pushed forward his pelvis. More of him went in.

And he whispered in her ear, asking if she like being so connected. She told him how she loved the feeling, how she loved him being so deep inside her, and that no one had ever been so deep inside her. As she said such things, Arman would twitch or twist, as if to help her emphasize her delivery, to help her put even more emotion into each statement. It always increased the dynamics of the statement. Sometimes, it was so obvious that she would break into a chuckle or straight out laugh after one of his physical punctuations.

He asked, "If your husband were in Amsterdam, would he want to have sex with you tonight?"

"Ah, eeeeeee, Oh, god. Yeah, he'd want to."

Arman stayed in her while he took her left ankle and pulled it up above his shoulders, turning her on her right side. Then he put it in as deep as he could with her in that scissors position. He was cautious, knowing very well that it was easy to go deeper in that position. Keeping more than a few inches outside, he ground a little and spent time stretching her width. After 10 or so minutes of working her on her side, he rolled her over onto her belly. He then picked up her rear, pulled it out towards him, placed her knees up under her chest, and proceeded to enter her doggy, or, as she had earlier thought about his equipment, perhaps more like in a pony style.

He twisted and reamed, but got no further in, for the moment. He had given her over 50 minutes of slow stretching in those other positions. And he actually was losing a little of his extreme control; he was wanting to stroke and build to a cum of his own. Yet, he still wanted to be careful with her. There was more than minor frustration in proceeding with his balancing act.

He flipped her onto her back, returning to the missionary position that he started with. But, now she really was more stretched, and he was hoping that she could take some real fucking. At this stage, she was also pretty 'wild' about what was happening to her. His thought was, that if he went back to a little talk, he might maintain his control for a short while longer. At the same time, he was looking to take advantage of her 'wild' and set her up for rewarding him more at a later time.

He slowed down again. With almost no movement, he asked more detail on how Dave had felt to her when she went home after fuckings at Aardbei. He was pleasantly surprised how quickly she replied that she sometimes, at least for brief moments, did not even feel Dave. Jaimie qualified that by specifying that he was not wide enough to, at all times, rub both sides of her vagina. And that his length already was unable to reach the top of her vagina.

"Mmmmmm. Ooooooh. Geez... Yours feels so fantastic. I could really get spoiled."

"Better than average?" A silly smile, and for the first time in a minute or so, he pushed in. 

After she squealed, she regained her composure enough to answer. "Oh, god... There is no comparison. Yours is fantastic. A different world "

"Would you tell your husband that?"

"Sure "

"Would you like for me to come and visit you here again?" He tenses and expands a little.

"Oh, yes. Oh. Uh. Oooooh. Yes. Yes. Yes "

"I really love hearing that." Now, he had it in her deeper than ever. His thickness made getting in a little over 11 inches a real accomplishment. Yet, there still was over three more inches outside of her. 

Arman tensed again and literally slid Jaimie up the sheet an inch or two by pushing against her pussy. With that move, she came a lot, arched and quivered throughout her muscles. To her, the feeling was just overwhelmingly powerful. Jaimie's body reacted in an entirely differently manner than she was used to it doing. For with Arman stuck so deeply and tightly into her, it was just impossible for her to not cum. He started his first real stroking.

Only moving in and out a couple of inches, still he was stroking. And she was attempting to move into some regular breathing rhythm. At the same time, she began to oscillate her pelvis to help accommodate Arman. Her hands finally broke away from their grip on the sheet and began massaging his shoulders. The couple was, quite literally, getting it all together. In an attempt to both proceed on their project of getting it into her and to obtain her immediate attention, he used the moment to push in straight ahead deep again, and keep pushing. A fast startle type gasp came out of Jaimie's mouth. 

He kept it in tight and asked, "Do you remember what I said that I love to do to a very few beginners?"

She nodded her head between rapid breathes. He stopped moving, and detailed for her the rest of his special fuck trip. He finally told her about the 30 plus beautiful women, who he can think of or see again, and absolutely know that their vaginas are the shaped like his own penis. She looked down at her belly, saw the mound now extending above her belly button, and she pressed down upon her belly and the massive penis beneath. Her face displayed a little anxious smile, a slightly worried brow, and the bright green eyes that focused directly on Arman's face. He moved a little. 

"Oh. Oh. Oh."

"I know that you have been here at Aardbei only a matter of weeks. But do you think that you can already say what you like and want out of just the sex alone?" And he twitched within her. The equivalent of an internal wink?




Slechts Groot Ch. 02



"I know what I like That you just did is in the list."

Smiling, "As it was meant to be." And he did a couple of more as rewards. 

Very serious, "Like with asking for a date to the prom or to some other type of sweet 'normal' engagement, I put off. I hesitate. OK, so now I will ask. Will you become one of my girls?"

She looked back down at her belly and blew a couple of big exhales. "Oh, yeah..."

"Sure?" He stroked with a couple of radically different four to five inch slides. He watched her surprised face. "You know your husband will be smaller than ever to you." And he stroked her with five to six inch thrusts.

"He said he wanted me to do it." She really squealed with one of his last that hit deep. "He seems turned on. He knows I am getting big men."

And then he really fucked her for about five minutes. Still working with three inches outside of her, he seemed to be accomplishing a lot for her. Much ooohing and aaahing and cuming that hit notable peaks.

"'Sure' means I make your pussy mine. OK?"

"OK Make it..."

And he twisted and ground and hit as deep as he thought he could get away with at that moment. She screamed loudly. His movements made some small stretching tears in her inner ring. It was just a minor demonstration for her. He wanted her to know that 'change' really meant change. And though her eyes went wide and a tender shock came across her face, she had an interesting response.

"Well, I feel that you have started. Uh. Uuuuh. Aaaaaaaah. Seems...for...'sure'..., now."

"A little more my size every time I do that, Jaimie." And he pushed in another inch. So, at that moment, she had, over the last forty-five minutes, been expanded to take the proverbial 12 inches of penis (though, of course, Arman had more to give). Twelve inches long and two and three quarters wide was an established size now for Jaimie's vagina. It was a fact. He took that much penis and began fucking her. Long powerful strokes, big twists, big grinding, with more rubber band type snapping of her excessively stretched interior. And an awful lot of screaming, panting, and blowing, along with new body actions by Jaimie. Now her pelvis was coming up to meet Arman, at least to the 12 inch dipstick level. And her hands moved down Arman's back to rest on his buttocks. During rare moments, she had the bravery to give a very light pull in of his hips . At other times, her hands flipped up and away, as if to indicate 'hands off' 'that was deep enough '.

This had been quite a super turn on for Arman. The prospect, now probability, that he had a new beautiful project. So many times over the last hour or so, he had diverted his mind from who he was inside. All, just that he might make it through tonight's beginning. Now he let himself feel what he had stretched so very well. Now, any depth or width improvement was only due to being 'carried away'. And he did become slightly carried away. Another five minutes of 'sloop', 'schmack', 'pop', 'snap', and he came with force. With that last thrust into her, Jaimie could feel the hot jizz, the jerks, and the extra pulsating. Her body jerked in turn, quivered more than ever, and came in multiples. One on top of another, on top of then another, then exhaustion. He laid down on his elbows, face to face with her, gave her some gentle kisses, and left his still twitching penis inside her. He was in no hurry to remove it, and she was in no hurry to have him remove it.

"What will you tell your husband about what we just did?"

"Oh, that it was very nasty." She looked at his face for feedback. Jaimie wanted to reward him a lot, for she really did want him to come back, and finish the job. "That it was the best..."

When he softened slightly and slowly withdrew, she immediately had this new sensation of her large vagina. She thought of it as a 'kinky' empty space 'right up through the middle'. Physical, yes. Symbolic? With his absence, she was able to focus a little, enough to remember what was of major importance for Arman. Now, he might like to hear an admission from her. 

"Arman, I never, in my wildest dreams, thought that I would ever make such a quick, raw, sexual decision. It is just not like me. But nothing else recently is 'like me' either. And no sex in my life was anything like what just happened. What I am trying so hard to say is, I would love to be one of your girls."

"'Arman' is a very happy man " And the powerful black man beamed a sweet 'thankful' look. "We will get better and better...and...better; I promise "

Her immediate thoughts about his statement involved the 'My God''just trying to imagine' type of fantasy. But, then, tonight proved that she could, well, almost adapt. It probably would happen. She looked down at his penis. Softening for him, but still bigger than anyone she'd ever seen. 'That was in me?' Her thoughts answered her own question with a resounding, 'Yeeesss Well, most of it...anyway.' Did she think it was queer, kinky, too far out? Her feeling was that guys, who would say that it was too kinky, well, they must just feel inadequate. 'And they should...'

And girls? Girls who would say that or even be horrified? To Jaimie, any such women were just hiding from life experiences; how could they understand something that they would never try? Put down another woman who did try? Whoa, that sounded like envy to Jaimie. Jaimie could understand that emotion would be the proper one to apply toward her, as she was fucked by someone from an exceptionally rare group of men. To Jaimie, all the questionable big time fucking was very appropriate, and was something she would very much want to do again, and again, and again. Jaimie finished sitting up, reached out and grabbed Arman's penis behind its head, pulled it to her mouth and milked out a last drop of cum. She licked it up with the tip of her tongue, looked up at Arman's face, took her tongue back into her mouth, grinned, licked her lips and grinned some more. As she finished the lip show, she looked down to see that she was putting on another show, since globs of red streaked cum were now draining out of her wide open pussy. That only reminded her of what she had felt over the last hour, and just how impressive this meeting had been. Oh, of course, the draining scene did also verify the over stretching of Jaimie.

She knew that she could generate more meetings by acknowledging Arman's interests; she had not forgotten his macho male fantasy. And it was obvious to Jaimie that the fantasy was of obsessive importance to him. She admitted to herself, that he would be shocked to know how much of that kind of S&M bent that they had in common.

"Hearing what you said earlier about 'your girls', it seems that it would please you for me to make shameful statements to Dave and others. If I could do it, what would you want me to promise to 'admit' to all those kinds of people? I mean, when you are back in France, just say, to turn you on while you are there, what would I be saying back here? Arman, you never know. I may have been getting ready to say some the very same things on my own."

"I would rather you say what you want to say, what you would think would be fun to say, what you really feel. That is the nastiest turn on of all for me."

"Well, I have already told Dave that he is small compared to most of my clients. Hmmm...in your case, I really have to think of him as tiny. Sort of like a contrast of a little six year old child's nubby little penis to a grown man's penis. Dave even has a kink of his own, where he asks me to play a sort of ball buster girl for him." 

Arman came out of the little bathroom, wiping his penis one last time with a wash cloth. Jaimie smiled when she watched him try to stuff it into his trousers. "Just like in one of Dave's own fantasies, I could tell him about his 'nubby little child's penis' as it contrasted to your real man's 'hunk of burning love'. Sorry, I do like the Elvis song and needed to say that But, really, I could enjoy doing that. For some reason, in the past, he's even been turned on by stuff like that."

"Oh, I would be so proud of your nastiness. That a wife would say that to her own husband. Delightful. And you would tell him that when?" He said that last with his head cocked sideways and his eyes fixed on her face. It was as good as any baiting maneuver.

"I will tell him when he tries to put it into my well stretched pussy. How's that for timing?"

"That is a nice filthy thought. But what if he wanted more than his fantasy answer? What if he asked you to actually tell him the truth?"

Her gutsy act came to a screeching halt. She needed to stop and give this some thought. "I, uh, um, er, I could really tell him that I 'really feel that way'. Really."

"But Jaimie, Dave is no longer here. And by the next time that you see him, your pussy will be only for large men. You will only have to tell him how you decided to let me help make it so large. And that it was the proverbial 'done deal'."

She looked down at the large amount of goo between her legs and at her splayed red labia. Then she felt her opening. It was large. One of her fingers could enter without touching either wall of her vagina. She knew that it would close a lot after Arman was gone; still, at the moment, it was a most impressive gaping space. Thinking of Dave's penis, she remembered that he was exactly as wide as two of her fingers. So, Jaimie reached back down to her pussy. This time, she stuck two fingers in her opening. Holding them in the center, neither finger brushed a vaginal wall.

Arman had been watching all these maneuvers and was curious. "What in the world are you thinking Jaimie?"

"Oh, nothing important, just calculating."

"When you are back in the USA, will Dave allow you to find men with large penises?"

"After the way that he has talked about his own fantasies, after his encouragement to work here, and after my income has supported his schooling, he had better. We were swingers back in North Carolina, and he is just going to have to stay with it. He can allow me to find the bigger guys, while he finds a girl with a pussy the size of a small finger." She could not help but laugh after saying that last nasty remark. "Anyway, don't worry about that USA future domestic life. Worry about over here and now. Like, how often will you be dropping by to fuck me?" Jaimie was flashing a very broad smile.

The realization that he had a committed nasty little sex partner produced a satisfied smile on his face. "Sooner than I had originally planned. I will try to drop by several times a week for a while."

She looked back down at and reached to feel her damaged pussy. "Uh, if you are able to arrange your visits, at least until I get used to your size, can you arrange them just before my day off? You know, apparently like today was arranged by Kees " 

He patted her head, brushed her cheek, fluffed her slightly squashed hairdo and gently massaged her shoulders. "Yes, how do you say it in the USA? 'You betcha'?"

As he was leaving, he stopped by the corner of the bed. Jaimie sat there, still reflecting a sort of post fuck shock. She was fairly oozed out, but still rubbing that worn pussy. "At Slechts Groot there are no rules about tipping. I live under those rules." And he handed her 200 guilder ($288 in American dollars of the era).

And for the next two weeks Arman drove 200 miles each way, just to arrive at Aardbei in time to be the last customer before her break day. Each time he gave her 200 guilder more. And, since late into his second visit, he was able to also give her his entire 14.25 inches. The little American beauty was really becoming one of his special harem of resized pussies. Without even much of an eyebrow lift, Jaimie had also let Kees assign her to alternate with Angie for the 10 PM show duties. So, when she wasn't being drilled by one giant penis, she was being drilled in both her pussy and ass by two semi-giant penises None of this was accidental. It all fit into Kees's plan, to continue to expand Jaimie and her duties even further. 

RE: those show duties. Batuu and Utumi enjoyed being inside Jaimie. Her little body jerked, quivered, and visually presented itself in its own special way. And even though, both men were succeeding in making her larger, she still was, of course, tighter than Angie. How long that would continue was hard to say. Kees had her working three shows during every work week. And Jaimie's shows were always 10 to 15 minutes longer than Angie's. 

With his zeal about his new found erotic toy, Arman was always at Aardbei on that third day of work. As long as he did that, Kees allowed him to trump any other activity of Jaimie's. By the end of that first two weeks of visiting Jaimie, he had begun to truly fuck Jaimie. That is, smooth complete strokes, sometimes fast, with his full length. Jaimie had already proven herself to be a tough little devil. The amount and intensity of fucking that Jaimie took each week must have been 'up there' with the greatest of 'sluts'. There may have been a few girls somewhere around the world, who fucked more frequently, but there could not have been any girl getting the quality of fucks by such quality penises at any similar frequency. So, as far as standard whoredom, Jaimie was at the top of the game. Of course, someday soon, she would learn that there are non standard ways to get extreme wear and tear.

In the mean time, her fucks with Arman were the most spectacular. Those now regular fucks with very irregular equipment were making the exact changes that Arman had hoped for. Her vagina was feeling silky smooth, and, by the end of each fuck, all stretched out. Almost baggy at that point. He was getting her pussy harem stamped. Frequently during both their orgasms, Jaimie would tear a little more. Then, just as predicted, any lengthwise tears or stretches would heal closer to the new extreme in length. Under standard daily conditions, those areas tended to pull back into a more 'normal' range of length. Her width was different.

Many times it was done accidently and within the distraction of mutual bliss, but still, on such an occasion, her pussy was very forcefully taken to a slightly larger gauge. Such a 'tear' in width was noticeable behind the inner labia - where it both affected her opening's appearance while giving it a more relaxed grip. Simply, it looked bigger and felt bigger to the customer. Her two steady 9 inch guys told her that they noticed her getting more loose. But, once again, with the kinkiness of the Aardbei members, and now the kinkiness of Jaimie's own life, it came out a positive. That is, those two, sort of like Dave did earlier, thought it was quite entertaining to see Jaimie turned into a well used slut. In fact, they derived such erotic stimulation by her over use that they might as well have been Dave's stand-ins. Stand-ins so turned on by poking a beauty, who now was getting high quality mileage, that they even encouraged her to see Arman more often It was quite evident that those two 9 inchers represented the same type of crowd that still loved to screw around with Angie. Jaimie really needed no such encouragement. Their physical documentation merely proved that she was being successful at her new perverse goal of meeting as many quality equipped men as she could. And she meant up close and very personal. Jaimie had become obsessive about obtaining the biggest most solid mating connections, preferably a connection that would extend through a good fraction of her body. She would never ridicule the men with small or medium sized penises. And the exposure to excessively large penises and an excessive frequency of fucks was not originally her choice. But, by this point into her brothel career, she would have to be called one of the all time size queens. Like most humans, she had no thoughts of literally backing off on what had become a pleasurable addiction. Her only choice was onward, forward, and right down her one way street of overload desires. For Jaimie now had 'big' expectations.

Everyday of every week, Jaimie tried to continue an otherwise sensible routine of activities that needed to be done during the daytime.

Long runs, dancing, and, of course, any local travel and shopping all got done long before her evenings. Then her world transformed back into what all organized religions would define as sin. Even pompous religious leaders, who do their own well hidden, would admit that Jaimie was high quality sin. After 9 PM, she became calm within a world of pure sexuality. Her Aardbei world was always a wondrous sequence of all the various types of fucks. And Jaimie still loved all the sexual activities. Rather than diminish, the increased frequency and increased perversion only seemed to increase her interest in sex. At the same time, her old puritanical upbringing in the USA did become a very twisted reference, by really making her feel guilty. But the guilt now was only that she was having such a great time doing her job, while others in the world might not be enjoying their jobs.