Amsterdam Tryst

Paul was sipping his cold Amstel with a couple of the guys he knew best on the stag do he was on. it had to be at least 2 hours since the brownie he had eaten, and he was convinced it still wasn't taking effect.

The music in the pub, facing onto one of the city's labyrinth of canals, was at a good level, and they were loving listening to the music blaring, all the stuff they'd loved when they were at school together, currently Fluorescent Adolescent, and just like then, they were giving each other it tight.

As the last single man on the trip, the threat of buying a lady of the night was swinging between him and the stag. It had been months since his last relationship broke off, and he had never been a man for one night stands, and while he had resisted online dating, this was another friend who had found his wife-to-be that way.

Fuck it, what was the worst that could happen?!

Saph was in the city with her friend, Daisy, enjoying the Europe Tour they'd promised themselves all those years ago, before doomed-to-fail marriages got in the way and debts of being an adult had wracked up.

They were taking a drag on the spiffs held in hand as they sat on the small folding metal chairs on the pavement outside the bar. The bright green streak in Saph's hair hung by her face as they chatted over what they'd explored so far. Trips to London, to Paris, and now here, and so much more to explore as they moved east and south. They were loving the vibrancy of these European cities, the contrasting architecture, the stories each had about who their people were.

As a cold gust blew along the canal, Saph wrapped her coat closer. and glanced inside the window of the pub. A grin crossed her lips as the NFL insignia rolled across the screen. Time for early kick off, her Eagles would be kicking off. She took Daisy by the hand and they made their way into the bar, pushing through a tight group of Scottish guys as they did, not feeling the buzz of her phone as it pinged a match while she settled herself on one of the high stools. A quick glance back at the group and she caught the short, medium built guy she had pressed against most to get through, raising a hand to apologise, just as he caught her gaze and raised his glass with a smile she refused to believe was flirtatious, but... it definitely felt that way as she ordered Daisy and herself drinks and they focused on the screens.

Paul was certain of it as he looked to the bar where the woman with the green streak had pushed herself to. That had to be the one from the App. And she was settling in to watch the NFL with her friend, he wasn't about to get ahead of himself, but something had to have brought them together this way, surely?!

He allowed his gaze to flow over her full, curvaceous body, rolling his tongue over the tip of one of his canine teeth, allowing his gaze to flick from her to the games flicking one after the other on Red Zone.

A few friends of his watched American Football, and they were separating into groups again, those who were paying attention and those not. This time, he allowed himself to split his own, from the screens to the little goth-rocker chick with black hair streaked with green and tattoos showing. Not just that, she seemed to be doing the same, glancing to him between celebrating Eagles scores.

When it finally came to buying another round, he made sure to go help collect them, but found his chance to make contact with her. A light graze of the back of his forearm against hers and turning to smile as he made space in at the bar to get the tenders attention. It was about then the edible really kicked in. He found himself chatting with the girl, Saph, as the profile had said, and her friend Daisy.

He allowed the rest of the boys to leave him by the bar, talking with these two, discussing his own travels around Europe, comparing notes and giving advice for what to visit. Discussing who they thought would make the Playoffs. Bobbing their heads along and swaying to the music. It was all so easy, and when the early kick off finished and the rest of the guys were moving on, he waved them off, having enough fun without the visit to the strip club they had planned for the stag.

When the other guys had left and Saph and Daisy seen Paul had been left alone, they continued to chat with him. To dance with him. They headed to the bathroom together and in hushed voices chatted over what they wanted. Saph was taken enough by him already, he was hers. They'd always talked about sharing a man, Daisy wanted to know he was up to what she needed. That dominant man who could handle her teasing and put her in her place. They agreed to go to a club now it was 2am and they'd all be open. Paul was coming home with Saph. Daisy would be there to keep her safe. Maybe more.

When they returned, they took him one in each arm, and lead him out from the pub to a club near their large hotel om the harbour.

As they danced, they made their intentions clear. Saph grinding over him and kissing him greedily while Daisy teased easily, from swaying her hips and shamelessly grouping at her full bust, to leaning in and purring, "you want all of this?! you think you're MAN enough to claim us?!"

The glints in her eyes left Paul under no illusion she wanted him to be, the way Saph made his cock press against the restraints of his jeans as she rolled her ass cheeks against him let him know he was in the mood to be that Stud he knew women like this craved. The night continued in that vein, the women verbally and physically expressing their desires, what they wanted from their man, pushing up on him, and one another provocatively, Saph kissing him greedily, Daisy brattily pushing him back. As Saph pulled him from the front door of the club with Daisy trailing behind, Paul turned and slapped her thicc ass sharply, grabbing a fist full of her and pulling her close as the bouncers watched on, "you're going to squeal for me, Bitch!" he snarled in her ear, before turning to Saph, "and you'll get the reward!"

As they strolled through the cold dark night to the huge Hilton and to their almost top floor room, he made sure to keep that mantra up; that Daisy was going to Submit to him, and Saph was going to get everything she wanted.

As soon as the door closed, behind them, he started to assert himself fully. Grabbing Saph by the hips, he looked right over her shoulder at Daisy. "Get on that bed and fucking watch!" he snarled as he took Saph's hand and pushed it down the front of his jeans to feel his thick, swollen cock.

Saph almost turned her whole body to look back at Daisy as she wrapped her palm around the thick, pre cum slick cock. Her eyes were ablaze with lust as her friend refused to retreat, and Saph recognised the Brat in Daisy flex its claws. "You'll fucking make me do anything you're wanting!" she teased as she watched her friend and this intriguing stranger embrace, watched as Paul tore his t-shirt off and tossed it at her, catching it and discarding it with a snarl. It was the moment he unbuckled his belt while kissing her Saph. The confidence he exuded as he pulled it from each loop. the pause as he placed the thick black leather to her throat, broke the kiss and awaited her consent.

Saph's nod was all it took, and he looped the strap through the buckle and made a makeshift collar and leash. He looked Saph in the eyes as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down, his thick cock springing free. "Show the Brat what a good Bitch gets for her reward!" he snarled, his hand gentle on her shoulder even as he tugged the leather belt to close around her throat and then grasping the base of his cock, laid it over the upturned face of Saph, letting Daisy fully visualise the dominance exuding from him and overwhelming Saph. "Open all the curtains, I want the city to see this!" he snarled at Daisy, recognising that she wanted to play and needed him to assert an aura she couldn't resist.

Daisy grinned at the command; this was more like it! It had been a while since she'd found a new man who could handle the Brat within her and this guy showed promise. But she wasn't going to jump exactly how he wanted. No, she had her own game to play. Unlike Saph, who's submissive side she knew was her driving force, she was going to tease and wind up this man, push his buttons and encourage the Beast within him to come roaring out and she intended to be the one to take the full force of that impact when it came charging.

So rather than go straight for the curtains, she moved slowly around the room, turning on every light bulb in the place, the bathroom, both bedside lamps, the one over the mirror she and Saph has used to apply their make-up, before moving with a sultry stride past them both, her fishnet stockings accentuating her thighs as she approached, one hand flicking through Saph's hair, grabbing the thick cock laid over her lips and slapping it over her friend's eager face, shoulder to shoulder with Paul as she smeared his pre cum over that pretty mascara and eyeliner, "I know this Slut is going to put on a show for anybody who looks up here!" she purred, stroking his cock, his slick pre cum making his foreskin glide smoothly, covering the palm of her hand in it, before guiding the tip of the solid shaft down and between Saph's lip and continuing on her way to throw open the curtains they had closed for privacy while they got themselves ready to head out.

Saph let out a moan of pure lust as she knelt and enjoyed the weight of the heavy cock against her face. The heat radiating from it told her how much Paul was enjoying himself as she towered over her, and his scent and taste one her lips had her pussy tingling for more. Her tongue thrust out rolled along the underside of his shaft, and whimpers escaped her throat as Daisy grasped her hair. She couldn't help but reach down under her plaited skirt and toy with her clit as she indulged in the fantasy playing out above her, submitting to two powerful personalities, so aware Daisy knew her desires they had so frequently discussed, to the point a similar situation had played out with Daisy's open relationship on a previous occasion.

As she felt the cock head stuffed between her lips, they closed around it and she immediately started suckling on it, moaning and pushing forward, absolutely determined that she perform for them both, and in her own place of bliss. The slightly salt flavour of his pre cum had her push the crotch of her thong aside and dip her fingers into herself, rising higher from where she was sitting on her knees, the breaths from her nose intensifying as she stretched herself over her knuckles and allowed herself a better angle to thrust her head down and forwards, bobbing back and forth, shallow for the moment, confident one of them was going to take control of her head and of the depth of thrusts.

As Paul watched Daisy step away, he swatted her ass cheek sharply, her skirt tempering the sting he intended to inflict, but the force made sure he left her in no doubt of the physical power he possessed. He ran his fingers through Saph's dark locks, pushing them aside from her face, showing her off to the Daisy and the world and he saw their reflection in the glass of the window. She looked fucking stunning knelt before him, and with her friend watching on as she put on a display of shameless desire. The way her tongue flicked, her head pushing back and forth over the head and first couple of inches of his shaft, fuck it was a fantasy of his already! As Daisy stalked back across the room with a mischievous grin on her lips, he knew that he had to play his cards right to elevate this fantasy further. His hand in Saph's hair curled into a clenched fist, and he looked down into her eyes, "can you take more?!" he growled, awaiting her nod of consent before stroking his other hand across her cheek, "you let me know if I get too rough, you clap your hands to tell me to stop, understand?!" another nod and he took control of her head, thrusting down slowly, feeling her open her throat and take control of her gag reflex, as he inched forward, slow until he was buried to the base of his shaft.

Pausing there as her breaths through her nose intensified, as her saliva overflowed her lips and spilled down from his shaven sack over her tits. "Good Girl!" he purred down to her as he held himself there, letting her show off her ability, before he looked up to Daisy, "you're fucking loving this, huh! watching me Slut. Her. Out!" each of the last three words emphasised with a thrust of his hips, letting Saph relax control of her throat and making her head bounce back as she held her jaw open, her teeth grazing his solid shaft as he fucked her mouth.

Saph felt her saliva thicken as he took the lead she desired. her fingers moved in time with his thrusts into her mouth, and she found herself sitting back on her heels, ass pushed out to let Daisy see her fingering herself. Her digits were slick with her pleasure, and she was thrilled by her treatment. Allowing herself to drool over this delicious cock, enjoying feeling it spill over her own body as she greedily suckled on him, before suddenly he pulled out and she felt the heavy shaft against her face again, smearing her own saliva over her.

Daisy had sunk into a chair, draping one fishnet clad leg over the arm, displaying her pussy for Paul to watch as she toyed with her smooth waxed pussy. Fingers mirroring Saph's as she enjoyed the show, the erotic display filling her senses, the sights, scents and sounds making her grin wickedly at Paul as she teased him, he was close, but he wasn't getting her yet. "This little Slut is enjoying being put where she belongs!" Her tongue flicked over her lips, "But you need to MAKE me take it!"

Saph heard he words and felt herself squirm with pleasure and excitement as she caught her breath, smiling up to Paul, "You should collar and fuck her!" she teased. She squealed with delight as Paul gazed down on her and instructed her to strip and bend over. she did so eagerly, showing off her tattoos covering her arms and legs, her ankles feet and across her shoulder blades. Crawling on all fours and facing Daisy as she was told, holding her friends gaze with a glint, enjoying the look of outrage she was responsible for. Pushing her hips back for Paul as she felt his presence behind her, offering him all she had. She felt the head of his cock teasing her swollen labia, feel it push in with ease, both of them so slick with drool and need. Gasping as he grasped her hair and tugged, her body arching sharper and she flashed a wicked smile at Daisy as she felt her whole body shake with the thrusts of Paul behind her, ass bouncing and clapping as his hips crashed off the cheeks, tits swaying under her as she cried out, "Yeeeesss! Fuck me HARDER!" She cried out, less than three feet from the window out to the city, watching the reflection and back to her friend who she knew wanted to get involved but needed to be taken.

Paul rose over Saph, slapping her creamy, full ass cheek sharply, making it bloom with his print, hips slamming forward, he looked Daisy in the eye as he snarled over her, "This is what you need! You want to be Fucked in your place, like the Slut you are!" His fist wrapped around the leather strap of the belt, bicep flexing, tightening the squeeze on Saph's neck just enough for her to lean her head back farther, literally bending to his will. Paul caught the expression which flickered across Daisy's face, she'd seen enough to be convinced, he had broken the resistance. "You want to taste her on my cock!" it was an instruction to appeal to that Brat who craved it, with just enough of a question to be perceived, to allow her to withhold her consent. As she sunk deeper into the chair and opened wide for him, she made her decision clear.

Daisy pushed her tongue out wide and flattened it, making a welcoming invitation for Paul to step over her and fuck her mouth. His cock, for the first time she'd seen it in all its majesty, was solid, shimmering in Saph's pleasure, with a well-groomed tuft of dark hair to frame it. She raised her hands to his thighs, nails drawing scores down his skin as he engulfed first her vision, then the scent of him and Saph, followed by their flavours became her world. The sting on her scalp as he grasped her hair, and the firm thrust making her gargle on him were exactly what she needed.

Overwhelming her, tsking her for his own in this moment. Pushing her tongue forward, tasting Saph and her delightful tang, touching the base of his cock, flicking the tip over his shaven sack to drive him wild, she felt her own pussy clenching and pleasure flooding over her labia, needing to feel him fuck her in his heightened state. She felt the soft leather of the collar she had brought as part of an outfit for the clubs on this holiday wrap around her throat as Saph wrapped it around. Reaching back she spanked her friend's plump ass and pushed her head forward, enjoying the feeling of the studded collar straining as her throat bulged and she let out a moan to vibrate along Paul's cock, and she was rewarded by the feeling of his whole body stiffening above her.

Saph let out a low purr of her own as her ass was groped, stroking Daisy's dyed red and black hair as Paul fucked her mouth. Leaning around the armchair, her eyes widened as she watched Paul's hips thrust forward, driving his cock deep down Daisy's throat, both grunting almost simultaneously with the pleasure the action induced as drool overflowed her lips and freely spilled from her chin over her full breasts. she pushed herself in, kissing Daisy's cheek, down to her neck, her voice soft but making sure it carried to Paul, "He's going to Fuck you like you need! Fuck you like the Whore you are!" she teased, flattening her tongue and rolling it over her friend's face before grinning up to Paul with expectation.

pulling out from her throat, Paul stood over Daisy as she gazed up to him, a string of saliva connecting his cock to her lips, bowed and broke between them, falling down against them both as his chest rose and fell with deep breaths. He hooked his fingers into her collar, leading her over to the bed and guiding her to lay back on it, legs off the sides, hips perched at the edge. He grasped both her ankles and pushed them back high and wide, folding her legs over herself. fully exposed to him and to the world outside. Stepping between her thighs, he glanced back to Saph, "guide me in!" his voice clear as he rolled his cock over the exposed pussy under him.

Daisy moaned low as she felt that cock rub over her pussy, teasing her as it pressed down on her swollen clit. She felt the Brat resurface, looking over to Saph as she approached, "bring the lube!" she hissed, before turning her gaze up to Paul, "i want you to Fuck my ass like i deserve!" she snarled.

Paul grinned down, he knew he was getting to his very limit, that he wouldn't last long there, so as he felt Saph under him, squeezing lube over Daisy and pushing it in her tightest hole, he took the moment to catch his breath. Then, guided by Saph, he eased himself into that slick, tight hole with a gentle press. Sinking to his base, he eased in and put slowly, letting her get used to the feeling of him inside her, before the word "harder!" from under him took the gentleness from his actions. pushing her ankles further back, almost folding her over herself as he pinned her on the mattress, Paul began to fuck her ass with the animalistic desire that raged in him.

Her cries and moans of pleasure told him he was doing just what she wanted as they let the rest of the hotel floor hear them. Holding her with a vice like grip so she was bent to his will, Paul made Daisy's whole body shudder and bounce under him until he felt her cry out in orgasm. the pressure of her clamping on him pushed him to his own edge. Pulling out, he turned to Saph, "you get the reward!" she was already kneeling to take the spurts of cum as they fell in ropes over her face and in her hair, his moans filling the room as he felt himself go weak. Pulling Saph up to kiss her, they fell back onto the bed with Daisy, who leaned over to kiss her friend and lap the streaks of cum from her features. in pure bliss, they fell asleep entangled in each other.