An Appointment in Amsterdam

Jennifer waited nervously on the curb for her car to arrive. She held two business cards in her hands: one, the address the chauffer would take her to; the other, a card to hand to the person at the front desk where she was going. While she didn't know where she was going or what she was going to do, she knew she needed to follow Master's instructions.

Waiting on the curb on a spring evening in Amsterdam was just the latest in the tasks Master had given her. From having her get ready before she even flew there - which entailed some pretty intense grooming: a waxed smooth kitty with just a heart-shaped patch of red hair strategically placed above her clit and clean lips - to the final preparations of how she would dress for the evening, Master had laid it out step-by-step, so even though he wasn't physically there (at least not as she knew), his wishes would be carried out the letter. So even though she flew by herself (Master knows how much she loved to fly - first class!) and checked into the hotel by herself (a very classy suite with a whirlpool tub), she knew Master was not far away, and she always wanted to please him. He was so good to her, she never wanted to disappoint.

Before she had headed out to the curb from the luxurious hotel suite she was staying in, Master made sure she would be pampered and well-rested for her adventure ahead that evening. Her favorite vegan meal was waiting for her on the table, and alongside a plate of potent edibles (it was Amsterdam, after all) with a card that said, "Later, after your nap."

Jennifer ate, napped and woke rested. She popped the first chewy edible into her mouth, and leaned back to read for a while. She had plenty of time and relished in the fact that she didn't need to rush to get ready for work or anything. It was time she had to herself. After about a half hour, she popped another edible in, although she was already starting to feel the effects of the first one. These were much stronger than what she had before, but it was Amsterdam, after all, and the buzz felt really good. As the time passed, she knew she needed to get ready for the evening. Stripping out of her clothes and heading for the shower, she ate one more edible and relished in the horniness it was bringing out in her.

Stepping under the stream of warm water, her senses seemed heightened... maybe it was the pot, maybe it was the thrill of the unknown ahead. Her fingers lingered as she soaped up her big breasts, taking time to tweak her own nipples until they were rock hard and sliding her fingers down to her slit below, wet-from-more-than-just-the-water. She fingered her clit and thought about previous adventures Master brought her on, and couldn't wait to see what was ahead. Letting the water cascade off her and taking her time, she slowly rinsed the soap away, watching streams of the bubbles run down her breasts, over her stomach, through the small patch of red hair below, until they finally went down her legs and off her body entirely.

Jennifer toweled off and walked naked to the closet where the clothes for the evening awaited. Her eyes opened wide as she opened the doors and saw hanging the almost sheer white blouse, the micro mini skirt that wouldn't even cover her ass, and the lingerie for the night: red thong panties with a matching waist-covering bustier that only covered and supported underneath her big breasts and open to let her nipples rub and harden against the silky fabric of the white blouse. Below were a pair of red stilletos, that would accentuate her ass even more as they forced her on her tiptoes. She trusted that Master did not intend for her to walk or stand too much on the heels. Next to the outfit hung a long, black trenchcoat, designed to cover and keep public eyes away.

She dressed and admired herself in the mirror, impressed by how good she looked and knowing this would turn on Master - and any other man. Admiring her ass cheeks and ample bussom helped by the lingerie, Jennifer slipped the long coat over her, leaving only the come-fuck-me red heels to give a clue about what she could be wearing that night. Popping one last edible in, she could feel the effects and she grew even hornier as she stepped out of her room. Would she be a call girl in this city of erotic fantasies? Only Master knew what was ahead for her, and her trust in him was unshakeable.

Back on the curb, her private car pulled up, and she stepped into the back, just a hint of her legs coming uncovered in the process. She handed the driver the card, and she thought she saw him raise an eyebrow as he looked at the address. He knew where it was and what could be awaiting, she thought, but neither said a word as he quickly whisked her to the destination.

The car stopped at a fairly non-descript storefront in what Jennifer believed was Amsterdam's red light district. With a little trepidation - and a lot of excitement - she stepped onto the curb, anticipating what kind of sexy surprise Master had waiting for her behind the door. There were no clues at the entrance as to what might lie within, so she thought, "Well, might as well see what is in store... just behind that door," and also thinking how she was open to opening so many new doors in her life.

When she opened it, Jennifer saw a middle-aged woman, maybe a few years older than her sitting behind a tall desk. Her dark hair had just a few strands of grey, and her face showed almost no wrinkles, except for maybe a couple of laugh lines around her eyes. A tight, sexy, plunging neckline showed off her beautiful curves, and Jennifer wondered if this was her adventure... one that she admittedly had fantasized about in the past.

"Can I help you?" the woman asked softly with a small smile. Jennifer handed her the second card, and the code words on it meant something immediately to the woman. "Oh, I see," she said, smiling a little wider. "Come with me. But first, I can take your coat for you."

Nervously, but obediently, Jennifer opened the floor length coat and stepped out for the first time for anybody to see what she wore underneath, symbolically shedding years of inhibitions. Her nipples were hard against the thin blouse as the demi cups of the bustier held her tits up without covering them. Jennifer smiled tentatively as the woman looked at her, knowing she was drinking in her complete look: the nearly transparent buttoned-down blouse, her hard nipples, the triangle of the thong that covered her manicured pussy, the "skirt" that really covered nothing and only served to accentuate her ass. Jennifer could almost feel a spark as her hand barely grazed the woman's as she handed her the coat.

Jennifer followed the woman through the door behind the desk and down a small hallway, bathed in a red light that left no doubt that this was a house of prostitution of some sort. Had Master intended for her to be a whore that night? Let strange men control and ravage her for merely the price of admission? This would be a step way beyond anything she had done before, but she steeled her nerve and was determined to see through whatever he had planned for her, giving up control. In a way, it thrilled Jennifer to think about what she might do, spreading her legs wide so they could pound her well... letting them take her from behind as she obediently offered herself to their request of her getting into a doggy position... taking their cocks (or pussies) into her mouth so they could order her to "drain every drop" and swallow the sweet elixir she secretly loved. She wanted to give up control, she told herself.

As they walked down the hall, Jennifer reached out to steady herself, wobbly from the stiletto heels she walked on and buzzing from the cannabis she had consumed. She looked at the doors they passed, almost able to hear the muffled sounds of sex behind these barriers, wondering which location would be hers for the night, feeling a growing wetness between her legs, anticipating what would be her sexual adventure. Would Master be waiting in one of the rooms? No, that was probably too easy, and they wouldn't have had to travel this far just for that. Maybe it would be a tall, strong firefighter? Maybe it would be a group of men who would fill all her holes at the same time. She almost started to swoon at the thought of the possibilities.

"Are you ok, my dear?" asked the woman. Jennifer nodded yes. She wondered if the woman would be her destination that night, fantasizing how she would lick Jennifer's redheaded cunt, and how Jennifer would return the favor in an erotic 69. The idea nearly made her want to reach into her panties right then and there. "This is yours," the woman said and unlocked the room at the end of the hall.

Jennifer stepped into the room, lit with some soft red light and decked out with a half circle couch and a stripper's pole. Between the couch and the pole was a small table, filled with an assortment of adult toys: dildos of varying sizes, vibrating dildos from some of the highest quality manufacturers, anal beads that also vibrated, and generous tubes of lube.

Six windows faced the room, but were dark and opaque, and she couldn't see what was behind them. Her imagination ran wild, and she wondered what she would be doing... and who would be watching... and what anyone behind the glass would be doing. A notification dinged on her phone. She looked down to read the message: "Entertain them."

Just as she finished reading the text, lights in five of the windows lit up, and she could see the men in each. Dressed in buttoned down shirts and slacks, she imagined they could be just regular business men she might see anywhere. Some were in their 20s, some were in their 50s, she guessed, with ranges all in between. Would they be guys who fantasized about a redhead MILF? Maybe married and just stopping in for some relief... or inspiration... before heading home to their own lovers? Would they come into the room and fuck her, one-by-one? Or would she submit to a gangbang and take cocks in every awaiting orifice at the same time? All the prospects made her nervous... but also very wet, as she tingled with the excitement of the unknown. But to speculate was not her task at the moment. She needed to entertain them.

And entertain she did. Maybe it was the weeks of pole classes and encouragement from Master, maybe it was the pot creating a high and arousal deep within her; no matter the source, Jennifer spun herself around the pole, letting her long, red hair trail behind her like a sensual train, as she saw the lights go out in the rooms and shutting out what the men were doing, each in their own little enclaves, hidden again. She knew what aroused Master, and she sought to elicit the same responses from these men who she knew were still watching her. Whether it was from the spinning or the cannabis or the thought of strangers watching her with so little clothing on, Jennifer felt almost dizzy.... but resolved to climb the pole and hang upside down, turning to give the men alternate views of her fine ass and then her massive tits, as they nearly spilled out of her blouse, her nipples harder than ever. She could feel her wetness from her pussy nearly soak through the slight thong that barely covered her, as she wrapped her legs around the pole.

After a few minutes of grinding and spreading her ass cheeks around the pole and bending forward to face the men so they could catch glimpses of her "nip-slips," she heard her phone ding again, with her next set of instructions.

"Show them," is all the message read. But she knew what it meant. Just like before, five of the six booths lit up, and she could see the men, although this time they had stripped out of most of their clothes, except for their underwear. It was readily apparent that her dance had greatly turned them on, as each sported a massive hard-on that pushed at the thin materials of their jockey shorts, boxers and man thongs they wore. She wondered what each would be like to be inside her... maybe in her mouth, maybe in her pussy, maybe somewhere else. But, once again, her task was not to speculate that; her job was to "show them."

Jennifer started to unbutton the few buttons left on the blouse, as she saw the booths become dark again, and the men faded from her sight. Facing the dark windows, she leaned forward as she opened the blouse and let it fall behind her, her breasts fully exposed, held up enticingly by the bustier, while also no longer restricting any view of her nipples. Her pale areolas against her even paler alabaster skin, and pink rosebuds of nipples pointing straight out. Jennifer took her hands and began to massage her own tits, caressing and lifting each one up, as if she was offering it up to the lusty viewers who could see what she was doing... although she was still unsure what they were doing. But she knew they were still watching.

Moving back to the couch, Jennifer laid back on it, spreading her legs wide, one swung over the back of the couch with the other on the floor and pointed in the opposite direction. From this position, the tiny thong barely covered her wet pussy, and she could feel the silky fabric rub against her clit, as her spreading pulled it taught against her. Moving it to the side, she stared back at the dark windows, and imagined the reaction from the men behind them. Using one hand to massage her breast, she let the other trail down her body, through the heart-shaped tuft of hair above her cunt, and into the wetness between her swollen labia. She delighted at her own touch, and she hoped the men behind the windows did too.

Ding. Another notification: "Make them cum."

As she looked up from her phone, five of the six windows lit up again, but this time all of the men were completely naked, and each stroked their wanting cocks as they watched her return her finger to her clit. Some of them were nearly covered by their owner's hand, while others would have taken more than just two hands to be covered up. But all were beautiful, and Jennifer felt extra slutty as she contemplated each one. On her far right, a young man, maybe early 20s, sporting a nice length and perfect girth... much like Master's, and she thought how lovely it would be to feel him filling her up. As her eyes moved from right to left, the men got progressively older, but had trim bodies, some with large pecs and biceps that Jennifer imagined would easily lift her onto their lustful laps. And the cocks grew in size until she got to the end: the oldest of the gentlemen, maybe Master's age? But dark complected with just a hint of salt in his pepper balck hair. His magnificent tool must have measured 10" and was thick... enough to make Jennifer almost wince in her mind thinking about how she would take it on.

This time, all but the window furthest to her right - with the 20-something - grew dark again. Jennifer began to stop the circles around her clit, thinking his light would also go out and maybe that would be the end. But his remained on, and she thrilled at the prospect of him watching her touch herself, as he touched himself. As she stripped off the thong and started to finger her clit again, she noticed he started stroking harder and faster, turned on by what pleased her.

It was at that moment that Jennifer noticed something curious: The more she played with herself, the more than young man did; the less she did, the less he did. It was at that moment that she realized what Master had provided her: Control. She controlled what turned on the men; she controlled their pleasure... not the other way around. The men would do her bidding.

Moving two fingers in circles around her throbbing clit, she stared at the young man right in the eyes. She could feel his deep lust for her, as he stroked his cock in time with her movements. The faster and harder she rubbed, the faster and harder did he. She became even more aroused as she imagined him nibbling his way gently up her wet pussy lips, his tongue flicking at the little nub at the top of them. Grinding her hips so her fingers would continue to press against her pleasure mound, she imagined herself gripping the young man by the sides of his head, directing his greedy tongue to where she wanted to be licked, where she wanted to receive pleasure. She could tell this was turning him on, more and more, and she rubbed more furiously. Jennifer felt proud of how she had taken control, not just of her own orgasm, but of the orgasm of another.

She could feel it building within her, and from the expression on his face and the vigor in which he stroked his hard member, Jennifer could see the man was getting close as well. Spreading her pussy lips on the downstroke, she made sure he could see well what she was doing, her tits out and nipples pointing hard. And like a wave, she could feel the orgasm start to wash over her and opened her mouth to start moaning loud. The young man's eyes widened for a moment as he drank in her beautiful body... and then closed halfway as he watched her begin to cum... and felt his own release as a thick stream of sticky cum began to ooze from the head of his cock. Jennifer felt her body spasm nearly uncontrollably as she came from her own digits.

"AHHHHH!!! AAHHHH!!! AAAAHHHHHHH!!!! Jennifer moaned loudly, as she watched the young man convulse and continue the large load of cum down his own fingertips.

At that moment, he collapsed back into his chair, and his window went dark again. But almost as soon as it did, the next window beside him lit up... the next man similarly naked and stroking his cock... a little bigger, and he was just a little older, maybe his early 30s. Staring him in the eyes... but keeping a look out on what his hand was doing as he stroked his cock... Jennifer thought about what she wanted next. And that was to feel something inside her. As she plunged a finger into her wet hole, she noticed the man leaned forward and stroked himself just a little more as his interest in what she was doing was obviously heightened. The sloppy wet sounds of her finger-fucking herself filled the room, as she hoped the man behind the glass could also hear this erotic symphony playing out. She moaned loudly as she slipped another finger inside, spreading her pussy lips to give him a good view; he responded with more intense stroking of his hard tool, and his breath quickened as he watched intently, betraying his almost on the edge state.

Feeling her own desire growing, Jennifer continued to coat her two fingers with her erotic liquids and watched as the man's eyes darted from her pussy to her mouth. Plunging the two fingers in as deep as she could, Jennifer then pulled them out and raised her wet digits to her mouth. The man's eyes widened as she stuck out her tongue to taste - and then suck - the tangy delight from her digits. This was the point that put him over the edge, and she watched lustfully as a stream of cum popped forth from his rigid dick, splashing on his hands and thighs and then onto the floor. As he leaned back into his chair panting, the lights in his cubicle went dark again, as the next booth lit up.

The third man had the largest cock of all. Maybe 11" long and girthy, something that would have stretched out Jennifer further than ever before. Again, spreading her pussy lips so this man could see, Jennifer saw him look from the table of toys beside her and back to her touching of herself. She knew what this meant and picked up one of the large dildo/vibrators on the table. Not quite as thick as the man, she surmised it would make for a fair proxy. It's tip looked almost like a tulip head, with two points meant to hit her G spot as she played with it. The man began to stroke himself a bit more as she turned on the toy, and she could feel the strong vibrations throughout the false phallus. Running one of the points over her clit, Jennifer felt waves of electricity move through her body, as the man intensified his stroking. Jennifer wondered what his magnificent cock would feel like and decided to push the vibrating dildo just into her pussy. The man watched intently, picking up his pace as his own large hand could barely wrap around his dick. Jennifer plunged the toy deeper inside and kept imagining it was his dick, as the vibrations sent shudders down her spine.