Slechts Groot - Part 1

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.

“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’.

Continued as “Slechts Groot part two”... Coming soon
***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.