Lew’s Photo Studio - Book 6 by Lew Pit - HTML preview

Once I had tasted her tits, I also wanted to taste her pussy, so I dropped to my knees and attacked her snatch, licking and sucking on her pussy lips, and moving towards her pleasure bean which had never felt this cold to my tongue. It was like a frozen drop of water hiding under its protective hood, but I soon melted it, making her moan. While she remained standing with her legs slightly apart, I continued feverishly licking and sucking her cunt, seeking the entrance to her wet channel with my tongue. Maybe this was a good time to give her the first of the 5 promised orgasms during her 24-hour period as my slave.

She sure started giving al the signs of an approaching climax. She held my head against her mons wordlessly, urging me wordlessly on to eat her pussy out. Now sitting on the floor I had slid between her open legs with both my hands on her butt cheeks pushing her against my face. She opened her legs a bit more and I went searching with my fingers for her backdoor. Once I found it I tried to slip a finger in.

At first, I met some resistance but with the help of the juices flowing from her pussy I managed to slide it inside of her to the first knuckle. Once the first part was in, the remainder of my finger found its way easily into her dark passage.

I could clearly feel that she was now on the brink of an orgasm when al of a sudden I had an idea. I had given myself a gift over the Christmas period, something I’ve

always wanted to buy but never got around to it: a nicely padded massage table.

What better way to inaugurate this new toy of mine, plus, what better punishment could I inflict on Lind than keeping her on edge and denying her a quick orgasm, so I pul ed my finger out of her ass and stopped eating her pussy.

“Why did you stop? I am just on the verge of an orgasm,” she said with a plaintive voice.

“You wil only orgasm when I al ow you to orgasm slave, and for the moment I prefer to keep you on edge.”

“Oh no Master, please…”

“Shut up and come with me,” I stood up, grabbed her leash, and led her to the spare bedroom where I had the massage table set up, “lie down on your back,” I barked.

Linda climbed onto the table and lay down her arms next to her body. While she was doing that I dropped my trousers and boxer shorts, I was now as naked as she was.

“Arms up, I want to see them tities of yours on ful display!” which she immediately did. I took up a position just behind her head and began to tickle along the inside of her arms. Of course, she tried to pul away but I was prepared and grabbed her right wrist and cuffed it to the top of the table, the left one quickly fol owed. Now she couldn’t bring her arms down anymore, giving me ful unrestricted access to her naked upper body. She couldn’t keep from laughing like crazy though and kept squirming quite a bit when I continued my trip toward her armpits and further down her ribcage.

When I had tickled her enough, I grabbed a bottle of baby oil, squirted a generous amount between her tits, and began massaging her fun bags. I then let my hands travel down her abdomen towards her pussy, which unfortunately I just couldn’t reach from my position at the head of the table. My hard cock slid over her hair and forehead, al the way to her nose. She felt it and like a snake, she began to slide upward, bringing my cock closer to her mouth. I took my hands away from her to let her do what she wanted to do. She slid so much up that her head was now over the edge of the massage table, hanging down and when I approached again she took my cock deep into her hot mouth.

When I now again began to massage her upper body I could easily reach her pussy.

“Clever girl,” I thought, she pleasures me and hopes I wil do the same for her now that I can reach her cunt with my hands and fingers. Wel , I wouldn’t want to fail her, this kind of initiative deserves to be rewarded, and I couldn’t think of any better reward than an orgasm. I had a Magic Wand hidden under the table, so I grabbed it, turned it on to the lowest position, and pressed it against her snatch. Although eventual y, my ultimate goal was to give her, her much-desired orgasm, I stil wanted to keep her on edge for a while. She began to moan. The vibrations she thus created around my cock deep in her mouth were not exactly what I was aiming for as I didn’t want to cum yet, so I braced myself, concentrating on her pussy.

As if on automatic pilot she opened her legs wider and wider while taking my cock even deeper in her mouth to make me cum, probably hoping that I would take pity on her and let her cum too. My only possible defense was to turn up the vibrations of the magic wand or pul my cock out of her mouth, which was difficult the way I was positioned. I decided to go for broke and put her out of her misery and let her cum while she made me cum, so I turned the magic wand to maximum. Her reaction was immediate. She pulled her legs up like a frog, opening even wider than before, arching her back, and hol owing her stomach. The way she was now, she looked extremely al uring, it was a pity I didn’t have any hands free to take pictures. Her moaning increased fivefold giving me most probably the same feeling on my cock as the wand must be producing on her pussy.

Both our breathing became fast and shal ow as a torrent of searing pleasure burned through our bodies, causing hers to convulse as she tumbled over the crest, and took me with her into a body-shuddering orgasm. Her cunt squirted al over the place with her bel y pulsing as she howled out her rapture, while I fil ed her eager mouth with rope after rope of sticky semen, growling and grumbling deep in my throat. As she sucked the last drops of cum out of my slowly softening cock, I pul ed it out and saw her swal ow. I dropped on a nearby chair and she tried to sit back on the table, but her cuffed hands didn’t al ow it. I guess her neck must have been pretty sore from the unnatural position it had been in for the past 15 to 20 minutes while sucking me, so I quickly undid the cuffs.

She whispered, “Thank you, Master.”

“My pleasure slave,” I replied, after which we both burst out laughing at the absurdity of our remarks. But then Linda looked very seriously at me, and I wondered why.

“Lew…”

“Master,” I corrected her.

She kept on looking seriously which got me worried a bit, so I looked again at her and asked, “what is it? Don’t you want to play anymore?”

“I don’t mind playing but if it’s OK with you I would like to have your advice on something first,” she said looking gloomy.

“What is it darling, what’s on your mind?”

“How can I put it…I’ve got a problem and I don’t have anyone I can talk to, and over time, you’ve become some sort of a father figure to me.”

“I wouldn’t real y describe our relationship as a father/daughter relationship, not with al the sex we’ve had, but OK, what’s bothering you, am I too old?”

“No nothing like that, and I thoroughly enjoy the sex, but as I said I know no one older with more life experience like you I can talk to.”

“You’re not pregnant are you?”

“No sil y, I know very wel how to avoid getting pregnant, it’s more about relationships and trying to figure out what I want in life for myself. This thing with Astrid and others that I’m now modeling for, it‘s nice but it wil end, fairly soon I think, I’m not exactly a spring chicken anymore.”

“Yes but you have your studies, you wanted to be a lawyer?”

“Yeah I know, but now I’m not so sure any more about that either.”

“Would you like to study something different?”

“No, not real y, oh Lew, I don’t know what I want,” she said while she came into my arms crying. I let her cry a bit until it final y died down and she sat up again, her eyes al red and puffy. I gave her a handkerchief to dry her eyes and cheeks and blow her nose. It became immediately clear to me she had a whole bunch of unresolved issues from the past and present.

“It’s obvious to me that there’s something serious, but it seems you’re struggling to talk about it?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like to give it a try?”

“I don’t know, you’l probably think I’m being sil y.”

“If it’s such a problem for you, I wil never think you’re being sil y dear, but take your time, we have about 20 hours left to talk about what it is that’s bothering you.”

“What about my time as your slave then?”

“I think this is far more important than any sil y slave/Master game, I love you far too much to put something like that before your wel -being.”

“Do you real y love me?”

“Yes dear, I love you like a friend, like a father even if you wish, but I’m not in love with you, I hope you understand the difference. I wil do anything for you, even give up the wonderful sex we have if that can make you feel better.”

We sat together silently on the massage table for a long time, me holding her in one arm, her head resting on my shoulder, her hands in her lap, when al of a sudden she burst out.

“I have met a guy and he claims he’s in love with me and I love the great sex we have together but something is missing.”

“Can you elaborate on the ‘something’?”

“Wel he makes me feel good and he’s always very considerate when we have sex, making sure I always cum before he does. He never asks me to do something I don’t want to do, wel basical y a bit like when I have sex with you, but something is missing, something I feel when I’m with you and I don’t feel with him.”

“And what is that something then that you feel with me and not with him?”

“How can I describe it, some sort of security, a feeling of being wanted and taken care of, as I said the sex is wonderful, but… say something would happen, one or other calamity… I don’t know a fire or an earthquake, I think he would first save himself and leave me be, and that’s not the kind of feeling I have when I’m with you or that I would like to have when I consider spending the rest of my life with someone.”

“Maybe this a stupid question, but do you think he is too much of a selfish guy?”

“I don’t think so for the moment, but I think if given the opportunity he would and that is a part of the kind of security I’m missing.”

“Do I gather from al this that you would like to settle with a man, have babies, and live happily ever after, like in the fairytales?”

“Yes and no, I don’t believe in fairytales anymore, but I stil would like to lead a more normal life than my parents.”

“What happened with your parents? Are they stil around?”

“No both my parents died, but while they were alive it was pure hel , and somehow I’ve got a feeling that with this boyfriend I have it might end up very similar to what happened with my parents.”

“Would it help if you tel me about it?”

“I don’t know, I sort of had hoped to leave it in the past and forget about it.”

“Maybe, talking about it can help to process it and give it a place, have you ever talked to a professional?”

“No, not real y, my foster mother suggested it, but I was too young and not close enough to her to accept her suggestion.”

“So you were in foster care?”

“Yes, it was only a few months, but compulsory by law, from the time my mother died to my eighteenth birthday when I became an adult. The period was far too short to build a meaningful relationship with this woman.”

“And you feel that our relationship is more meaningful and deeper than with her?”

“Hey Lew, you deflowered me…twice…back and front, you helped me get an interesting job, how close can you get to a person?”

“Yes, you’re right, so do you feel you can talk to me about your relationship with your parents, or is it stil too raw?”

“I think I could talk to you, but first I would like you to make tender love to me as only you can.”

“Is this a ploy to avoid being punished for not fol owing orders when you arrived?”

“No not at al , if you want to flog me first go right ahead, but promise me you’l make tender love to me afterward.”

“I’m only joking dear, I trust you as you trust me, and after what you told me I don’t think a flogging is required, we’l just stick to tender loving care.”

After which I took her by the hand, led her to my bedroom, made her lie down on the bed, and spooned her, my arms around her in a protective manner. I felt her shiver.

She began to tel me about her past and the awful times she experienced living with her parents. When she began tel ing me about the boyfriend, I was quickly convinced that he was not the guy to make her happy and, while a little reluctant to make decisions for her, nevertheless advised her to end it as soon as she could. I felt her relax more as her story came to a close, clearly happy that she could share such intimate things with me and that I had confirmed what she already knew deep inside she had to do. We lay spooned for a very long time, just enjoying each other’s company, not interested in anything sexual, one hand just stroking her arm or leg, the other holding one of hers across her shoulder.

At first, I didn’t touch any of her tender parts, but it didn’t last very long before I simply had a very strong urge to cup one of her breasts. As I touched it tenderly sliding over it I felt her nipple pucker up, getting instantly harder. Unfortunately, my treacherous organ had the same idea and began to grow against her butt. She wiggled so that it settled nicely in her asscrack and gave me a little moan.

I began kissing her neck and shoulder while I continued to play with the nipple of her left tit, making it rock hard. She turned around on her left side, faced me, looked into my eyes, and kissed me tenderly. I responded, placing tender little kisses on her lovely lips, no tongue involved. This was not about having sex, this was al about caring for each other, and at this point in time, Linda needed someone to protect her and to care about her, more than someone giving her an earth-shattering orgasm. I put my left hand on her upper arm, then moved it over to her back, and tenderly caressed her. She melted into me, she began tentatively to lick my lips with the tip of her tongue as if seeking entrance to my wil ing mouth. I gladly al owed her in, opening my lips for her. Her hand was also caressing my back and arm.

It seemed as if both of us were on autopilot as our hands simultaneously moved from each other’s backs towards our hips and thighs, tenderly stroking. Our kissing became slightly more feverish as we were playing around in each other’s mouths waltzing around our tongues. Her hand snuck over my thigh towards my, now, hard

cock and began caressing it slowly making it grow from hard to rock hard. As if drawn by a magnet, my hand had crept towards her moistening pussy, tickling her labia.

We both wanted more, but with our other arm and hand stuck under our sides it was difficult, so I pul ed Linda on top of me, letting her gorgeous boobs press against my chest. She held my head with both hands while continuing our kissing marathon, doing things with her tongue she’d never done before. My hands had moved again to her lower back and continued their journey towards her firm buttocks, where I tried to slide between her thighs in search of her pussy.

Luckily for me, I have rather long arms so with a bit of effort I managed to touch that magical place where her legs meet. She slid a few inches up my body and opened her legs slightly by putting her knees on either side of my pelvis making it a bit easier for me to reach her pussy lips and begin to tickle them. I could immediately feel they were getting seriously wet.

After a while, she began to slide down my body, leaving a trail of tender kisses along my neck, shoulders, and chest. Once there, she licked my nipples which immediately pebbled, sending smal jolts of pleasure to my cock and making it jump up a bit against her stomach. From my nipples, her kissing and licking journey continued over my stomach to final y arrive at her intended destination. The next thing I felt was my glans getting tender butterfly kisses and final y being gobbled up in her welcoming mouth. Once it was firmly inside, it began its own journey toward her throat. The sensation was divine, what her tongue had done before in my mouth, it was now doing along the total length of my throbbing member.

I urgently needed to gather my wits to keep from cumming, her needs were now far more important than mine, so I slowly pul ed her up again, and rol ed around so I was on top. She protested, but only mildly. To shut her up I resumed kissing her cherry lips, an action which she seemed to appreciate and eagerly participated in.

After a good 5 minutes, I ventured down the same path that she had gone before, but now down her beautiful body.

Starting from her mouth I moved towards her earlobes on which I sucked with little dashes of my tongue down her ear. That seemed to soothe her. I felt her relax while her hands moved to my head which she almost unperceptively in the direction of her chest pushed I gladly obliged making a smal detour over her neck and shoulders al along her upper arms, for the moment steering clear of her boobs moving to the inside of her elbows and then back up to her mid-upper arm again.

From there I made a lateral move and started placing tens of little kisses on the side of her orbs, moving at a snail's pace to the underside and then back up through the beautiful val ey between them. Arriving at the top I completed the ful circle before descending towards her nipples that had puckered as if begging for my touch. Not wanting to keep her on tenterhooks too long, I kissed the right one ful y and sucked it deep into my mouth, taking a big part of her tit inside my mouth as wel . I felt her

shiver while she held the back of my head and pressed it against her breast, sighing.

I gave it my ful attention before turning to the other side and giving that one exactly the same treatment, resulting in more shivers and moans. While I did that she pushed her breasts out and pul ed her stomach in, she looked fabulous. One of my hands had in the meantime begun its trip over that pul ed-in stomach towards her beautiful waxed pussy.

“Who was it that said that only women can do more than one thing at a time?”

I let it glide over her womanhood, cupping it snugly with a ful hand as if I wanted to keep it warm. By then I had finished licking and sucking her girls and was continuing my culinary journey over her abdomen. Her stomach fluttered nervously in anticipation of my oral invasion of that sweet spot between her legs. By the time I had licked my way to her mons, I let my hand slide away from her snatch towards the inside of her thighs and let it rest there wiggling my fingers from time to time over this sensitive area of her body. Going down with my mouth I had the pleasure of inhaling her enticing female aroma, making me even more eager to taste her womanly juices again.

By the time I arrived at her most intimate spot, I was so horny, that I couldn’t wait any longer and immediately began my culinary feast. After my lips had made contact with her yearning sex, I continued by licking over her hooded clit, down her outer labia to her vagina, and then back up again, savoring the taste. This elicited sighs and moans from her upper lips. She helped by opening her legs and sticking them out high, I grabbed her ankles and pinned them near her ears, demonstrating her flexibility. This brought her into a very similar position to how she had been during her very first visit to me so many months ago. I couldn’t refrain from licking al along her pussy over her perineum and ending up at her little brown star, giving it some extra stimulation with just the tip of my tongue. I was rewarded with an extra gush of female juices flowing down from her kitty directly onto my outstretched tongue.

Moving back up again I replaced my tongue with a finger, which I could now easily slide into her saliva-wet anus, resulting in another groan of pleasure.

“Oh my Gawd Lew I missed this, al that kinky stuff is stimulating, but some TLC

real y beats it…no pun intended.”

Rather than answering, I doubled my efforts to stimulate her pleasure bean with my mouth, sucking it from under its hood and tickling the underside with the tip of my tongue. I felt shivers going through her body. She held my head with both of her hands and pressed it to her little wonderland. I alternated sucking on her clit with sucking her inner lips deep into my mouth hol owing my cheeks like women sometimes do when giving head. When my lips got a bit tired from the sucking, I made my tongue rigid and stuck it as deep as it could go in her sheath. All of a sudden I had an idea, I knew what effect moaning had on my cock when I got a blowjob, I wondered if moaning or humming would have a similar effect on a woman’s pussy.

At first, when I started to hum, I got no reaction, but after about 10 seconds the reaction was tremendous, I felt her beginning to shiver, moan and sigh alternating with some high-pitched yelps, every time I hit a certain note. My mouth and nose were pressed even firmer against her pleasure center, making it a bit difficult for me to breathe and keep on humming. So I stopped, and she let go, al owing me to breathe normal y again. By now my cock had become painful y hard, pressed against the mattress, high time to change position and start some serious fucking.

When I moved my head up and pul ed my mouth away from her pussy, she protested with some disappointed moans. I grabbed her ankles, which were stil behind her head, and moved her legs down, leaving her legs arched, then I slid up her body.

“Are you going to fuck me?” she asked panting.

“If you ask nicely,” I said with a grin.

“Please,” she replied without hesitation, “I want you inside me.”

Her outer labia were swol en with desire, puffy and red. Her inner lips spread open like a butterfly also thick with her arousal When my cock then came in the vicinity of her pussy she grabbed it and slid the head along her intimate folds, picking up as much lubrication as it could gather, I scooted forward and rubbed the tip of my dick over them, teasing her.

“Oh Lew,” she said, her voice fil ed with pent-up desire, “I’ve missed this so much.”

One of the sexiest things about having sex with Linda was seeing my manhood spreading her open as I entered her quivering hole. When I began to enter her I watched, fascinated as her pussy lips forced inward a little as I continued sliding my girth into her. It felt as if her pussy tube was fil ed with a mil ion fingertips tickling and massaging my throbbing member and she hissed in pleasure. It was going to be difficult to keep from cumming long enough to give her a few orgasms first.

I was however determined to make this al about her, my pleasure had to come second or better yet, to try and let her pleasure eventual y trigger mine. With slow and long strokes I was going to try to give this woman the orgasm she deserved and would appreciate so much. Almost immediately after I started moving inside her I looked into her lust-fil ed eyes. It took her a moment for her to realize I was looking at her but when she did, she smiled and licked her lips.

As I thrust into her extremely hot snatch, I began to notice the difference between having sex with her from the other women I fucked. I was a bit ashamed of comparing her to the other women in my life. It wasn’t so much about who was better but about the difference. While Grace and Astrid were more experienced, Linda was young and enthusiastic, eager to discover new things. She gyrated her pelvis each time I bottomed out, arching her back a little and it felt al tingly on my rock-hard shaft.

Slowly but surely I felt her body inching closer to a boiling point, but not real y getting there, she reminded me of a saying about a watched pot that never boils. To bring the simmering wel to a burning inferno, I began pounding her, my strokes becoming harder and if possible sliding deeper into her wet sheath each time.

Final y, she was teetering on the brink of what I hoped would be an earth-shattering orgasm but seemingly not yet able to get there. What could I do to make it happen?

Desperate to get her to the point of no return I grabbed her tits and squeezed her nipples hard between my fingers giving her that little bit of kinkiness she may need to reach her goal.

Final y, I saw her arching her back while she stuck her breasts out pressing them harder against my hands, tightening her stomach while coating my shaft with her warm release, her breath coming in ragged gasps, cal ing out perverse obscenities.

Her pussy convulsed around my cock, squeezing it like a vice making my orgasm crash into me like a tsunami and I felt my sperm launch from my dick, shooting deep into her body while launching extreme waves of pleasure al through my abdomen.

When her milking pussy had drawn the last drops of cum from my dick, I fel on her, squashing her boobs. Within seconds, however, I gathered my wits and rol ed off, al owing her to breathe properly.

I lay on my right side and she turned on her left looking at me and whispered,

“thank you”. I gave her a smile stil trying to catch my breath, but managed to give her in response a sweet tender peck on the lips. We lay there for the better part of ten minutes just gazing into each other’s eyes, her orgasm stil sending ripples of pleasure through her body while I remained floating on waves of euphoria. I pul ed up the bed coverings so we wouldn’t get cold and then the light sort of went out.

The next thing I experienced was somebody opening the door to the bedroom and walking in.

When I opened my eyes I saw it was Linda walking in naked, bearing a tray with what looked like breakfast.

“Wake up sleepyhead,” she said with a big smile on her face.

I must have fal en asleep after our lovemaking and now it looked like it was morning and Linda was sort of back in slave modus.

“Did I fal asleep?” I asked her.

“Yes, we both did, but I woke up about half an hour ago and prepared you breakfast like a good little slave.”

“God, you’re the best slave I’ve ever had, did you make breakfast for two?”

“Yes, Master and I wil sit on the floor while you have yours in bed.”

“You’l do no such thing, come sit next to me and we’l enjoy that breakfast together in bed, it’s been a very long time since I had breakfast in bed and even longer since I had it together with a beautiful naked woman at my side.”

Linda dutiful y blushed but climbed into bed with me after she had first propped up the pillows at the head of the bed to make me comfortable and create a place next to me. She had thought of everything, freshly pressed orange juice, tea, toast, she had even fried an egg, sunny side up. It was a pity she hadn’t thought of adding baked beans, but she probably didn’t know about my craving for those. I was over the moon with her initiative, it even beats being woken up with a blowjob.

Note to self: I need to tel her I am a huge fan of baked beans, so, if I ever have the pleasure of spending another night with her and she prepares me breakfast she knows about my peculiar taste.

After we finished breakfast I suggested taking a nice hot shower together. She however looked at me, and I felt there was something she wanted to ask me.

“What is it, Linda, would you like to do something different?”

“I was hoping we could sit in the hot tub.”

“You mean outside in the snow?”

“Yes, that would be wonderful y kinky to sit in the nice hot water looking at the snow in the garden.”

“You want to go for kinky? I can do kinky, but I’m not sure that you would be overly enthusiastic about how I see kinky, but hey you’re stil my slave until 6 this evening and you stil have some punishments leftover from yesterday.”

“Oh no, Lew…”

“Master!” I barked getting back into character.

She looked at me with big eyes and immediately got the message that the tender loving intermezzo was over but her slave hours were not. She jumped out of bed and took the inspection position, hands behind her head, boobs pushed out, knowing that this was my most favored position, while she awaited my instructions.

“OK slave you can clear the breakfast stuff and then join me at the door to the garden.”

Linda jumped to it, taking the tray and moving it to the kitchen, hoping to get into the hot tub as quickly as possible; but I had something entirely different in mind.

While she cleaned everything in the kitchen and put the stuff away I got dressed, as warmly as possible and although it was a nice blue sky with sunshine, it was pretty cold outside, looking at the thermometer about -5°C (23°F), definitely freezing. I had switched on the hot tub, but it would take a while to get it to a nice warm temperature.

By the time I had finished al this, Linda was waiting at the big glass sliding doors giving access to the roof garden. I opened them reattached the leash around her neck and drew her outside. The cold hit her, making her nipples immediately rock hard and she had goosebumps al over her lovely naked body. She moved in the

direction of the hot tub, thinking that’s where we would be going but I pul ed her to the middle of the garden and detached her leash.

“Now slave, I would like you to make me a nice big snowman.”

She looked at me with big eyes not moving, thinking I was joking.

“Come on chop-chop, get to it, the sooner it’s finished the sooner you wil be al owed to enjoy the warmth of the hot tub.”

To get her moving I gave her a resounding slap on the butt with my hand. She seemed to wake up out of her trance, dropped to her knees, and made a smal snowbal , then began to rol it in the snow to make it bigger. I dashed inside to pick up my camera and started shooting pictures and videotaping. Once the snowbal was big enough she started a second one. She watched me from the corner of her eye to see if I would give any kind of indication that it was big enough. When the bal was about three-quarters of the size of the initial one I gave her a nod, now came the hard part, she had to take it in her arms, pressed it to her chest, and lift it on top of the bottom one. I saw her shiver and couldn’t immediately imagine what this was doing to her tits, nipples, and abdomen. In a way, I felt a bit sorry for her but I knew this way I could torment her without causing any permanent damage to her skin.

When she had managed to put the second bal on top of the first, she began to make the final one for the head of the snowman.

I got her a carrot for the nose, two pieces of charcoal for the eyes, and a couple of branches for the arms. Once she had planted everything in, she took a step back, by now shivering like crazy, and looked at me for my approval.

“There is something very important missing slave,” I said.

She looked at me not knowing what I was talking about, “what do you think is missing in the snow…MAN?”

She immediately grasped my meaning, bent down grabbed a few hand ful s of snow, and started to sculpt a nice big penis which she planted in the middle of the bottom snowbal .

“I think he wants you to give him a blowjob,” I said, “please help the poor thing slave”.

Again she dropped to her knees, opened her mouth wide, and began sucking on the snow cone representing the snowman’s dick. I grabbed some snow and began rubbing it over her ass and pussy.

“I think this man has gotten you al hot and bothered slave, so for your own good and safety I have to cool you down a bit.”

After a good minute of sucking on the snowman’s cock I commanded her to get up, took her hand, and guided her to the hot tub which was now steaming in the cold air around it.

“Now undress me, slave, then stand at attention and wait til I grant you permission to join me.”

With shaking hands from the cold she began to undress me, it took her a while as I was wearing a coat, a sweater, a shirt and undershirt, corduroy pants, shoes, and socks, which after taking them off she had to fold decently and put in a safe dry place. When I was naked I slid into the nice hot water of the tub and looked at her standing there shivering, her skin light blue from the freezing cold.

I beckoned her to join me. She quickly fol owed my order, but when she stepped into the hot water realized that it hurt tremendously due to the big temperature difference between her extremely cold skin and the hot water. To her, it felt like she was stepping into a pot of boiling water, but she braved it and slowly lowered herself into the nice warm water. Once she was submerged I switched on the air creating the bubbles. I opened one arm, inviting her to come to sit close to me. and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

“You are so brave, my little one and I am sorry to have to put you through this, but I absolutely wanted photos of a beautiful naked woman playing in the snow.”

“Why’s that?” she asked.

“Tanja asked me if I could put something together for a Winter exhibition in the club.

Some photos wil be turned into paintings by Beth as wel so that we have a nice mix between photos and paintings.”

“I hope you do not intend to burn me at the stake for a Summer Exhibition.”

“No, I was more thinking of a BBQ or a spit roast with an apple in your mouth and a celery sticking out of your ass maybe?”

“You would, wouldn’t you, just to get the right picture?”

“You know I would never hurt you, but I do like to chal enge you and I thought that the snow thing would be a nice chal enge, seeing your intense dislike of cold, and you see it’s not so bad after al .”

“Picking up that big snowbal was chal enging enough, I thought I was freezing to death when I had to do that.”

“Yes I saw that you were struggling, but hey now you’re nice and warm.”

“Yeah and it feels wonderful, I’m tingling al over, and my skin feels as if it’s being poked with thousands of tiny needles each sending minute electric jolts straight to my pussy and clit.”

“Let me feel…” I said while I put my hand on her cunt, “yes I can feel it…” I added barely able to contain my laughter.

She looked at me, flabbergasted, “no it’s true it feels tremendous.”

”Why don’t you make your Master feel tremendous as wel then and apply the cock sucking skil s you so generously administered on mister snowman’s cock to his needy pole?”

I lifted my butt so that my cock came just above the surface of the bubbling water of the hot tub. She immediately wolfed it down and began sucking on the glans, giving special attention with her tongue to the very sensitive spot on the underside. My hand was stil on her pussy and I couldn’t resist sliding a finger between her silky wet folds adding to her ‘electric’ jolts. From the way she was sucking me I could feel that she appreciated my ministrations. Unfortunately, this resulted in her starting to moan, giving extremely stimulating vibrations to my dick, not making it easy for me to refrain from cumming. I was however determined to cum in her ass, so I stopped her sucking my dick. She looked a bit cross like when you take a bal away from a dog, though fortunately, she was not growling or showing her teeth.

We’d been now in the hot tub for the better part of half an hour, so high time to get out before we turned completely into dried prunes. While getting up I switched the Jacuzzi off grabbed two fluffy towels and threw one at her. She wrapped it quickly around her body and immediately reminded me of Mila who had once opened the door for me, the very impersonation of any delivery man’s wet dream, just wearing a towel. Oh my God, women do look so enticing just wearing a towel. It’s far more al uring than total nudity - there remains that little bit of mystery, even if you have seen them completely naked before and know their body like the back of your hand.

I took Linda inside, not by her leash this time, but just holding her hand. I guided her to the nearest easy chair and made her bend over the backrest making her towel drop to the floor, her enticing ass in the air. A little tap on her inner thigh made her open her legs wide, giving me total access to whatever bodily cavity I chose to enter.

As her pussy was already dripping I pointed my cock at it, and while holding it at the base I used it like a painter’s brush to gather as much of her juice as possible from between her outer labia. As I didn’t want to go to the bedroom to get a tube of lubricant to facilitate the invasion of her rear door I first pushed my cock into her steaming wet hot pussy coating it with her own juices. She moaned and when I began to act like a steam engine pumping in and out of her needy little hole, she braced herself with her hands on the armrest of the chair.

After a good ten minutes of banging the living daylights out of her, I pul ed out and directed the head of my granite pole towards her little brown eye, spreading her juice al over it to facilitate my entry. To make absolutely sure it would be slippery enough to enter, I spit on it for good measure. Her hands reached back to her butt, opened her legs a bit more, and pul ed her buttocks open to facilitate my entry. I pushed gently and saw the head of my cock slowly disappear inside of her. She moaned and hissed, pul ing even harder on her buttocks. Inch by delicious inch I saw my cock disappear into her body until it had completely disappeared inside her. After I was bal s deep inside her wil ing asshole she let go of her buttocks and braced herself again on the armrests of the chair, ready for the pounding she expected.

I didn’t make her wait any longer and pul ed out only to then slide in again at warp speed. I grabbed her hips, pul ed her hard against me and continued fucking her black glory hole, the strokes becoming harder each time. Our breathing got faster with each stroke until we began to almost sound like a runaway train thundering down a mountain and heading for an earth-shattering crash. The pressure on my cock was increasing with every stroke as the muscles around her dark tunnel began squeezing me harder and harder preparing for the ultimate pleasure of a joint orgasm. By pounding her this way I also stimulated her clit every time I pushed it hard against the soft leather of the chair. I guess it made her even feel a bit like she was riding a live animal, the leather of the chair made warm and wet by her dripping pussy. The chair would probably be stained forever but I couldn’t care less, I just wanted both of us to cum, with her as she’d never cum before.

It didn’t take very long before she became al rigid, arching her back and pushing her butt hard against my pelvis. Her lips formed the sweetest whimpers and mutual moans escaped from us both as I too reached the ultimate pleasure peak, similarly arching my back and thus burying my cock as deep as it could go into her asshole.

As I stayed stil I felt every muscle of her rectum tense and release in sexual bliss drawing out every drop of cum I could produce from my cock like a milking machine.

When I pul ed out, she remained bent over the chair catching her breath. I took a few steps back and admired her ass with her asshole stil wide open, but slowly closing. I couldn’t resist before it closed to slide my semi-hard cock back in a few times, every time soliciting a moan from her. Final y my cock decided that it had played enough and became soft.

Oh if only I was eighteen again, it stayed hard like forever and I could keep on pounding into the girl I was with for hours on end. Nowadays I needed chemical support to be able to give that kind of performance. Wel , I stil had plenty of time to give her the 2 remaining orgasms of the 5 I had promised during her 24 hours of her slavery. Time to get her started in the kitchen again preparing lunch.

“OK slave, your Master is hungry again, you need to get lunch ready.”

“What would my Master like to eat?”

“How about a healthy chef’s salad with smoked salmon and some oven fries to go with it?”

“I can do that,” she replied with a big smile on her face betraying her relief I didn’t want her to prepare some intricate dish. For this preparation, she didn’t need to put on an apron, so I could ful y enjoy watching her naked body while she got busy in the kitchen.

“Oh my God Linda I wish I always had a naked chef in my kitchen,” I said while again snapping away with my camera. She worked very concentratedly, and I saw her sometimes biting her lower lip or the tip of her tongue coming just from between her lips. She looked so enticing I couldn’t keep my hands off of her either, so I sort of snuck up behind her and cupped her boobs startling her at first, proof of which

was a mousy little squeak. When I then began to massage her tits, I felt her nipples pebbling as she melted against my chest while also pushing her tushy against my abdomen. She has such a glorious abdomen I could not resist letting one hand wander down over her ribcage and taut stomach which she pul ed in when I touched it. From there it was just a short trip, which I couldn’t resist making, to her mons and pussy.

When I slid my fingers over her labia, I could feel she was once again getting moist.

Picking up some of her juice made it easy to slide my index finger into her tight channel. It was quickly joined by two of its companions, fil ing her up. She moaned and put her head on my shoulder dropping the knife she was using on the counter.

Her hand joined mine on her snatch and pushed against it, urging me to start finger fucking her, which I obligingly did. While doing that, I also pinched her nipple hard with my hand that had remained on her tit, drawing another squeaky little moan from her upper lips. She turned her head more towards me al owing me to start kissing her while sliding my tongue into her hot mouth for a Frenchy.

Believe it or not but my cock began to rear its ugly head again, pressed against her butt. Sliding my fingers in and out of her cunt also had a beneficial effect on her level of arousal. I felt more and more of her juices streaming over them, which created an urgent need to taste her again, so I turned her around, pul ed my finger out, and dropped to my knees to attack her kitty with my mouth. I licked and licked spreading her labia, peeling her pink oyster open in search of her little pearl of nerves. It was hiding under its hood, but I enticed it to come out and al ow me to play with it with my tongue. Whimpers of cock-hardening pleasure sounds began emerging from her lips. By now she was flowing like a smal fountain al owing me to thoroughly enjoy her tangy-sweet juices to the ful . Oh my God, I do love the taste of a woman’s juice.

Not only was my cock hardening but it was tel ing me it was ready for some more pussy pounding. There was only one thing I could do and that was get up again, turn her around, bend her over the kitchen counter, and shove my hard cock deep into the wet confines of her tight channel. With my hand on her shoulders pul ing her back, I banged the living daylights out of her as if it was the first time that 24 hours.

This girl real y brought out the caveman residing inside me. As it wasn’t the first time that day I wasn’t going to cum very quickly, so after about ten minutes of in-and-out movement, I pul ed completely out, turned her around again, and lifted her onto the counter making her lie flat on her back. Flexible as she was, she opened her legs completely into the splits. In fact, she looked like a letter H on its side, also spreading her arms.

It was dead easy to slide into her pussy again and continue my pounding, with the added advantage I could now stimulate her little bundle of nerves with the thumb of one of my hands while squeezing one of her boobs with the other. This immediately had the desired effect as her breathing went into overdrive and she began to moan and hiss like crazy. After a good 5 minutes of stimulation, she reached her peak and

screamed out, shrieking like a banshee. It was a good thing I didn’t have any immediate neighbors or they might have cal ed the police to report a potential murder. What she did murder was our salad, it had been completely mashed by her front, back and ass, witness thereof a light green color al over her boobs, back, and butt. Looking at the havoc we had created I suggested partly changing our lunch menu and we jointly decided to go for smoked salmon omelets instead of the original y planned chef’s salad.

Linda wanted to jump in the shower, to wash off the green color of the salad, but I preferred to clean her with my tongue. The combined taste of lettuce seasoned with a touch of vinaigrette combined with some of her body sweat was sublime and I thought one can never get enough vitamins. When she looked clean again, after thoroughly enjoying my personal cleaning method, she put her apron back on getting busy with the eggs, the salmon, and the frying pans. I quickly set the plates and took a seat at the kitchen counter from where I could again feast my eyes on her al uring, partly naked body. The orgasm counter stood at 4 so one more to go before 6 this evening, I should be able to manage that as I had the intention of taking her to the club after lunch. We enjoyed our omelets accompanied by a chil ed bottle of Chardonnay, of which I gave her the biggest part. Not that I wanted to get her drunk, but I wanted her to have a nice buzz and also make her a bit more adventurous later when we would be in the club.

Tanja knew we were coming, I always told her upfront, despite the fact that both Linda and I were members and strictly we didn’t need to. So a little after two I took Linda down to the cel ar. By taking the inside route I could take her naked, just wearing her col ar and guided by the leash. When Tanja saw us coming in she came up and greeted us. She told me that a smal group of Linda’s fans had gathered when they had heard on the grapevine that she was coming.

“I had no idea that Linda had fans,” I said to Tanja in a whisper.

“You have no idea, Lew, since her performance at the inauguration and the repeat at the New Year celebration, a number of the members keep bugging me to get her back for more.”

“Wow, but let me make it clear that she is strictly with me today, no one else is al owed to touch her with anything else but their eyes.”

“They know, but you wil have an audience, so be creative, that’s al I can say to you, do you need Jack’s assistance?”

“No, I have absolutely no intention of turning her into a salami today.”

“LEW!”

“Sorry darling but that’s stil how I look at Jack’s art and craft, it’s either that or macramé, your choice.”

“It’s Shibari.”

“Shibari, salami, it’s al the same to me,” I replied with a wink as I led my cute 24-hour slave to the St. Andrew’s cross and began to tie her up in an al uring spread eagle position. We were indeed fol owed by a smal group of aficionados. I heard some approving grunts and noises when I had finished securing her. I must admit I total y understand why she has a fan base, she was one of, if not the most attractive woman in the club. To start her off I grabbed a couple of leather strap floggers and began to turn her into a sabayon making figure-of-eight swirls with the floggers, beginning on her boobs and working my way down her beautiful y stretched body.

When I arrived at her thighs I began my journey back up over her mons and taut stomach which she pul ed in to avoid some of the swats, without much success of course, but it was a natural reaction.

Another natural reaction was her moaning, it was clear she craved the continued little stings the tips of the leather straps made on her skin, especial y on her boobs and nipples. A good ten minutes later, her skin began to glow, pinking up nicely.

Time to do something different, just a question of keeping Linda and her fans happy.

I put the floggers down, picked up a pair of butterfly nipple clamps with a ring at the bottom, and proceeded to apply them. To do it correctly I needed to get her nipples hard.

The best way was to first tickle the inside of her upper arms from her elbows to her very sensitive armpits, which got some special attention, and then slowly around her tits making circles with my nails and every time coming closer to her tender nubs but not real y touching them. I learned over the years you get better results when you don’t actual y touch them but only tickle around them before final y sucking them into your mouth and tenderly biting them, which is what I did. Her nipples were rock hard and had grown to double their size by the time I had finished my journey -

perfect to apply the butterfly clamps on them.

When they were in place I heard a number of approving grunts from the audience, which had even grown a little bit. Usual y, Sunday afternoon was rather quiet at the club, so when some sort of show was put on the few people present usual y gathered to enjoy it and even cheer sometimes. From the corner of my eye, I saw Tanja give me a thumbs up and a nod of her head. For me, it was an honor to get Tanja’s approval and it proved to me I was on the right track.

To continue the titty and nipple play I got some weights and attached them to the rings of the clamps pul ing Linda’s engorged nipples down and making the clamps pinch harder into them. Now that her nipples had been taken care of I needed to concentrate on the most sensitive part of her body, her clit. On my travels, I had picked up a device, similar to the nipple clamps but this one was special y designed to handle the labia. It consisted of 2 pairs of clamps, attached to a smal leather strap, the clamps were applied to the top and bottom part of each of the outer pussy lips with the leather straps around the thighs to keep the labia nicely spread open, giving unrestricted access to the vaginal opening and clit for further play. The next thing I did was shove a remote-control ed vibrating egg deep into her vagina. To

keep the fans happy I handed the remote to one of the bystanders to have fun with.

I picked up a battery-operated teen magic wand, which is a little smal er than the regular big plug-in versions. Applying it directly to her clit at maximum enticed some serious shrieks from her upper lips.

The combination of the vibrator in her hot channel and the magic wand made her body shake and shiver. The best reaction was her pul ing in her stomach resulting in a real pit below her ribcage which pushed her boobs out prominently. This again drew their attention to the nipple clamps, resulting in one of the bystanders handing me another couple of little weights to be attached to the nipple clamp rings, adding even more pressure to her tender nubs.

All this stimulation meant it didn’t take long before her whole body tensed up, she squealed, then squirted for al the world like a fireman’s hose, spraying a few of the fans with her lovely juices. Some jumped back, while others came closer, opening their mouths and trying to catch some of her hot fluids with their tongue or mouth.

Strangely enough, it was mainly the female fans who went for a taste of her juices.

When the squirting stopped I began to remove al the toys from her body and detach her from the cross.

Although that was the last of her promised orgasms, I wanted to take it a lot further, so I guided her to one of the winches and made her sit on the floor. I attached her feet to a spreader bar and began hoisting her up in an inverted position. She tried to support herself as long as she could with her hands on the floor, but I kept her going up until she was completely suspended. Her slender but muscular body looked absolutely ravishing. To please her fans, who had fol owed, of course, I gave her a little push so she began to slowly turn around. I could see that for a number of the male fans it was hard to keep their hands to themselves. Some of the bystanders had their own female slave with them and began pawing their equal y naked, enticing bodies. Some of the gentlemen that were by themselves began stroking their hard poles. This resulted in a chorus of moans and groans.

I couldn’t help myself attacking her most intimate area with my mouth. Oh my God, how I loved to eat this woman’s pussy and feast on her juices, which had again begun to flow copiously. Linda too joined in the chorus of moans and groans produced by her fan club. As I sort of had hoped she tried to grab my pants with her free hands. That was the main reason why I had left her hands unbound. We were like two bal et dancers so wel -tuned into each other. When she succeeded in grabbing my pants, she undid the button and zipper and pul ed them down. As I hadn’t bothered to put on any underwear when we came down to the club, my, once again hard cock sprung immediately out. She grabbed it with both hands and gobbled it up and in the next few seconds began sucking me earnestly. Her hands in the meantime moved to my butt cheeks, pul ing me closer to her face, and getting me bal s-deep in her hot mouth.

The vertical 69 position we thus created generated a lot of satisfied comments from the crowd. Some of the stronger guys even tried to mimic us by picking up their

partners, turning them around, and assuming a similar position to ours before going to town on the pussy in front of their noses. At the same time, the inverted slaves began to lick and suck on their Master’s cocks. Oh my God, this was slowly turning into a real orgy. When I lifted my eyes, I looked straight into Tanja’s who had taken up a position to get a front-row view of me eating out Linda. She gave me a huge smile and a double thumbs up.

She stuck her index finger up and pointed it to Linda’s butt and mouthed, “shal I?”

I nodded my approval after which I saw her finger first disappear into her mouth to get it wet and then into Linda’s asshole. The suspended girl immediately reacted giving a loud moan, and at the same time, I felt Linda’s cunt muscles clamp down on my tongue that was embedded as deep as was possible into her tight channel. It didn’t take long for her to treat me again to a copious amount of her tangy-sweet feminine juices, squirting straight up directly in my mouth. With my hands I pul ed open her buttocks, giving better access to Tanja’s finger in her butt. I felt Linda get al rigid beginning to shiver and shake like a leaf, as she experienced orgasm number 6 since becoming my 24-hour slave the previous evening. Her sucking had also brought me close to another orgasm, but I had other plans for what I expected to be my final one of the day.

I pul ed my cock out of her mouth, soliciting a disgruntled moan from her lips, but I soothed her, “don’t you worry my pet, I won’t let you down, I have a grand finale for you in mind.” I grabbed the control of the winch, let her down slowly, and detached her feet from the spreader bar. When I wanted to detach the bar from the winch a younger rather slender guy who had not gone into a free-standing vertical 69

position with his even slender partner stopped me.

“I’ve been wanting to try that for a long time but my partner was always afraid, however now that she’s seen it done, she wants to try it too. I was never strong enough to hold her up without support so I thought I’d try it as you did, is that OK?”

“Be my guest son,” I replied, “knock yourself out, but be careful and gentle.”

“Yes sir,” he said, “I wil .”

I took my wil ing and eager slave to the corner where the sex swing was and strapped her in. She beamed at me knowing exactly how I wanted to bring our day of fun and games to a fruitful end. I took up a position at her side and let her grab my cock and bring it back to ful rigidity with her nimble mouth and tongue. Once it was again ful mast, I took up a position between her legs and started the swing going, entering her tight but extremely wet fuckhole, every time she swung my way.

Within seconds she began to moan and groan again stil highly aroused from her last orgasm. I also felt I wasn’t going to last extremely long anymore so I began to seriously masturbate my cock with her moving body. Within the next minute, I felt my juices rising and my cum launched from my bal s through my dick fil ing up her womb. In response, she coated my shaft with her warm release, arching her back and completely tensing up.

All this was accompanied by howls of rapture like only Linda can produce. God, she would make a top porn star I thought, but immediately dismissed it, maybe a little bit selfish, but if and when she decided to actual y become a porn star, my playdays with her would probably become a thing of the past and that’s something I didn’t want. Let’s be honest, would you?

When I looked at my wristwatch I saw it was 5:55 and her slave period would be over in about 5 minutes, just enough time to get her back to the apartment. After we scrambled up the stairs arriving completely winded in the apartment, at least I was, we looked at each other, completely sated. All we needed was a shower, which didn’t take very long as we avoided distractions. When Linda had dressed again in the clothes she had arrived in the evening before we said our goodbyes. I kissed her tenderly, no tongue, just holding each other in a friendly hug, equals again.

“If ever you want to talk about any of your problems, don’t hesitate to cal me, I’l always make time for you,” I said before she went down the stairs to my front door.

“Thanks, Lew, thanks for a wonderful time and for taking the time to listen to me, you’re a true friend…with benefits,” she added with a wink, bounced down the stairs, and was gone.

The only one I had left now to play with for 24 hours was the al uring Brazilian little bombshel , Elisa. With her I had my work cut out as her boyfriend and Master is a real expert on the subject and it would be extremely difficult to find things she hasn’t experienced before, let alone satisfy her.

Chapter 53

Jeff and Rachel’s visit to Belgium.

The second week of January was coming to an end and on Friday the 15th, Jeff and Rachel would arrive for their one-week visit to Belgium before moving on to Italy.

There they intended to stay for two weeks and visit Gina and Victoria, hoping, I’m sure, the weather would be nicer than winter in Belgium. Thursday evening Grace cal ed to remind me we had agreed to pick up our American friends at Brussels airport.

“Hel o Lew, you haven’t forgotten I hope.”

“No Grace I haven’t forgotten, tomorrow at 10:30 we need to pick up Jeff and Rachel at the airport.

“OK, great, just wanted to make sure.”

“Don’t you worry, I’l pick you up at 9:00 so we’l be wel on time at the airport. The trunk of my car wil be empty so there wil be ample space to put their luggage in.”

“Just making sure.”

“Yes dear, I may be 60 now but I’m not senile yet, otherwise I would no longer be able to give you those great orgasms you request so regularly.”

“ ‘Orgasms I request’, you’re always the one that wants to play, I’m just a poor single mum pining away, yearning for some company.”

“Oh dear, you real y bring me to tears, if you keep this up I’l end up believing you, you hussy.”

“A Hussy, me? I’m virtue itself, you are the one always ravishing me, taking me on a big ship, like a pirate, and keeping me prisoner on board while having your wicked ways with me every night and sometimes even during the day.”

“As if you don’t like it, you’re even already dreaming about being DP’d by our visitor and myself during the coming week.”

“Oh you wicked man, you wouldn’t begrudge me that pleasure now would you?”

“Absolutely not! I’l even take you to my cel ar and put you on display in front of al the members and have you flogged.”

“Will you? Please, Master Lew?”

“You would like that now wouldn’t you?”

“Have you talked to Tanja about our visit?”

“Yes I have and she even made sure that Jack wil be there as wel , he’s real y looking forward to getting his ropes wrapped around an American girl, especial y after he heard from me what she looks like.”

“Excel ent I can’t wait to go there, when did you plan it?”

“I thought to build it up during the week and go to the club just before the last night of their visit here, so they stil have a night and a day to recover before going to Rome.”

“Good thinking, we can needle them al week so that they’re over-anxious to go to the club.”

“OK, try to get some sleep, everything wil run smoothly, so see you tomorrow.”

“Yes, see you tomorrow, sleep tight, don’t lett the… wel you know the rest.”

On the fifteenth, I was up at 7 as usual, did my morning rituals in the bathroom, took extra care of al the body parts that needed to be shaved, and treated myself to a nice breakfast including al the trimmings. I got in the car at 8:50 and stopped in front of Grace’s door at 9 o’clock precisely. She was already waiting for me.

“Oh, you’re here, final y,” she said nervously.

“Yes, dear. As agreed at 9 o’clock, remember.”

“Yeah, yeah I know, let’s go.”

“What in heaven’s name are you so nervous about? It’s only Jeff and Rachel, not the Pope visiting. They may go see him when they’re in Rome but now they’re just our friends from America arriving.”

“I know, I know, but I’ve got a lot riding on this visit, I need to convince them that I can offer them a similar deal for their American customers wanting to visit Europe.

And I don’t have nice vil as like Gina and Victoria on the Italian coast.”

“Probably not, but I guess you have something?”

“Yes, I’ve acquired a property in Antwerp in the Cogels-Osylei, known for al its beautiful bel e époque houses and I have an option on a property in downtown Bruges, but I’m not sure they wil like it.”

“Stop worrying, what’s not to like about the houses in the Cogels-Osylei they’re unique and world-famous, I’m surprised you were able to buy one of them. That must have set you back a serious amount of money?”

“I can’t complain, I had the good fortune to stumble on a wealthy couple who were involved in a divorce fight, and the property needed to be sold fast, so I was able to negotiate a good price. I even had enough budget left to turn it into two sizeable

apartments thanks to a clever architect and an interior decorator. Both apartments have al the mod-cons, enough beds, and bathrooms, and are nicely furnished.”

“Before you know it, Jeff wil have found a rich American couple to rent it. And as for Bruges, that’s the place al Americans want to visit, so even if you put them in a dump they’l love it. You should have seen where I ended up in New Orleans when I visited last and went for historical rentals.”

“Did you rent a historic building in New Orleans?”

“Yes I did, and historic it was. Initial y, I was supposed to stay in the slave quarters in the backyard, but when I arrived it turned out they were heavily infested with termites and not safe to stay in anymore, so they put me in the cannonbal house in front. I don’t real y know what was historic about it aside from the dust everywhere.

Under the bed, there were at least a couple of inches, but in the end, it was great fun as it was real y right smack in the historical part of town I could just walk everywhere, even to Preservation Hal which I liked very much.”

“What’s Preservation Hal ?”

“You don’t know? Don’t be deceived by the name, it’s a very old building with a bit larger front room which I would never refer to as a hal so when everyone was inside, it was jam-packed. But they have this band playing there with musicians wel in their eighties and nineties, mostly African Americans, and the music they play is just divine, it is the epitome of jazz. People queue outside more than an hour before it opens the few evenings they play. You pay a minimal fee, so the place is fil ed to the brim and steaming hot, but the atmosphere is incredible.”

“I guess next time I want to go to the States I’l have to take you with me again so you can be my tour guide.”

“Only tour guide?”

“No, you can also be my toy boy.”

“And how much is madam wil ing to pay for my unique services?”

“I’l pay you in kind and act as your personal sex slave.”

“You’ve got a deal. Shal we book a flight when we get to the airport and just go?”

“You wish.”

“Oh no there is this American couple we’re supposed to pick up isn’t there?”

“Yes, and you can act as a tour guide in good old Belgium for them for a few days.”

“Oh, that’s what we’l be doing, sightseeing.”

“Yes, and eating and drinking, Jeff wants to try as many beers as possible.”

“I’d better watch him then, else he might end up with a chronic hangover.”

“Yeah, better keep him away from the real y strong ones.”

“And what does Rache want to taste?”

“Oh she’s been raving, in her e-mails, about the different types of jenever (Geneva, Hol ands, genever, genièvre, peket, Dutch gin) we have and she wants to taste as many pastries as she can.”

“I hope she has planned some shopping as wel then.”

“Why?”

“She could put on some weight doing al that and no longer fit in her clothes.”

“You may wel have a point there, so I’d better keep an eye on her as wel .”

Before we knew it we had arrived at the airport, and I was busy looking for a spot in one of the car parks. From there it was just a short walk to the terminal’s arrival area. As usual, it was very busy, with lots of people waiting for family or friends to arrive. Some with banners, some with flowers, and some who just nervously hopped from one foot to the other. Jeff and Rachel’s flight had landed just before we arrived.

It would stil take them a while to appear, having to go through border control, pick up their luggage and go through customs. We waited patiently and after about 45

minutes we saw the first passengers from the US flight come through the doors. The first ones out are usual y business people traveling light with just hand luggage. I used to do the same when I was traveling for work. Sometimes you can save half an hour or more not having to wait for your luggage to arrive on the belt.

Final y, they emerged, looking around for us. When they saw us, big smiles appeared on their faces. Once past the barrier kisses and hugs were exchanged between Grace, Rachel, Jeff, and myself, but just backslaps between Jeff and me to maintain our image, as neither of us wanted to appear as rooting for the other side. We took them to the car and drove out, paying the parking fee at the exit. Luckily it was Friday in the middle of the day, traffic was flowing reasonably wel on the highway between Brussels and Antwerp. Sometimes during the week and especial y at peak times, it could be horrendous but we made good time, arriving around noon at Grace’s place where they would be staying.

They loved Grace’s house but were a bit disappointed she didn’t have a playroom.

We assured them we had a booking at the club in the cel ar of my studio which would blow them off their socks. When Nancy showed up with baby Amelia, Rachel went al motherly cooing at the baby. She didn’t have to think twice when Nancy suggested she hold the happy bundle. Amelia was on her best behavior smiling and making happy baby noises, but also busy looking around for food, trying to grab one of Rachel’s boobs. That made Rachel laugh and Nancy embarrassed, but in the end, we al agreed that Rachel looked great holding the baby, teasing her about when she would final y decide to have one of her own.

There was nothing special planned for that afternoon and evening letting them recover a little from their jet lag, so I took my leave. I agreed to come back in the evening to have a meal together and discuss the sightseeing tours we had planned for them for their week’s stay.

Grace took them to their room where they unpacked and took a rest. At six-thirty, not having heard anything from them, Grace got a little worried and went to their room and knocked on the door. Nothing, no reaction. When she knocked again, stil nothing, now Grace became real y worried and opened the door to peek in. Jeff and Rachel were on the bed, fast asleep in each other’s arms under the sheet, she beckoned me to have a look. After another knock on the inside of the door, she saw Jeff open one eye looking sleepily at her.

“Oh did we fal asleep?” He asked while Rachel opened her eyes as wel , blinking, and stretching her arms above her head, now also waking up.

“Yes, you did, but that’s understandable with the time difference and the travel.”

“I’m so sorry Grace we’l get up right away.”

Rachel jumped out of bed, starkers. Contrary to what I hoped for her pubic hair was stil dyed blonde to match the curls on her head. God, she looked even better than I remembered from our visit last year. I was sure that Tanja and Jack would have a bal when we visited the club with them later this week. I could hardly wait to be able to play with her again and with a bit of luck, who knows I might not have to wait that long.

“Take your time, but to get your internal clock accustomed to the time change as fast as possible I suggest getting up so we can have a bite to eat.”

“Sounds good, are we going out somewhere?”

“No, I thought it might be better if we stay in and eat here and then just relax, I prepared a little something, nothing special just a popular local dish.”

“Oh, and what might that be?” Rachel asked very interestedly.

“It’s chicory, or as we cal it local y witloof, wrapped in ham covered with a cheesy bechamel sauce and baked in the oven, accompanied by mashed potatoes also in the oven, and also with a nice cheesy crust.”

“Mmmmhmmm sounds delicious, I can’t wait to taste it - for our stomachs, it’s about lunchtime now.”

“It’s a pity though you’re not here in May or June, we could have served you our white gold.”

“White gold, what would that be?”

“That’s how we refer to our white spears.”

“Oh God no, I don’t like them at al , we tried it once when a Belgian couple who visited us were raving about it. I cooked them for hours and they were stil hard, total y inedible.”

“Did you peel them?”

“Peel them? No, they didn’t mention they needed peeling, we never peel asparagus.”

“That’s your problem, white asparagus, unlike the green variety which is more common in the States, needs to be peeled like carrots. If you don’t do that, yes you can cook them even for days and they wil stil be inedible. If you want to serve them Flemish style; you need to cook them in a special narrow pot with a wire mesh basket where you can stand them, heads upward. The water should not cover the heads so that part cooks by steam only. After about 45 minutes, they’l be tender, then you lay them on a plate, cover them with finely chopped hard-boiled egg and melted butter, and serve with a few boiled potatoes. Believe me, it’s delicious. You’l be a fan in no time at al .”

“OK, I’l try that when we’re home and let you know, thanks for the tip.”

The meal itself went very nicely; Jeff had a couple of local beers. Knowing about his keen interest in local brews Grace had stocked up on a large number of different ones. For herself and Rachel she had a nice white Belgian wine, which lately had become rather popular as wel . More and more vineyards were popping up al over Flanders, probably something to do with climate change and the interest of the locals in more local products.

After the meal, Grace put on the TV and tuned to the official Belgian channel TV1 as there was an American movie on, not interrupted by commercials.

“Do they never interrupt films or programs for commercials,” Rachel wanted to know.

“No, not on the official channel, that’s only on commercial channels, and we have the added advantage of films or series always being broadcast in the original language with subtitles.”

“Everything?”

“Yes, just to name a few, we had a Japanese series once named after the main character “Oshin”, with Japanese dialogue and also a Brazilian series, “Escrava Isaura”, the same thing, Portuguese spoken but subtitled in Flemish.”

“That’s why you guys speak several languages.”

“In Flanders, that’s a good part of the reason. In the French-speaking part of Belgium like in France, it’s a mix, with some films subtitled originals but most dubbed in French, and it is similar in Germany and al the bigger European countries. The worst is Poland, Lew told me he watched TV there once and in the background, you could faintly hear the original sound but it was voiced over in Polish, with al parts spoken by one and the same actor.”

“Male and female?”

“Yes, even kids - it was horribly frustrating he said.”

“I can imagine, God we are real y learning a lot about your country and Europe now, which was not the case when we were at the vacation fair last year. We didn’t have any free time to see anything. First, we were too tired after a whole day working at the fair, and if there wasn’t a late opening of the fair, the American Embassy had organized various events to meet local travel agents and dignitaries.”

“Yeah, I remember you were always tired. It was a blessing that there was a problem with your return flight and I could take you to Cologne for a day to visit your family.”

“That was indeed a streak of luck being able to visit an aunt and uncle I knew about but had never met with my parents emigrating to the US when I was just a baby.”

“Oh yeah I forgot that your roots were German, I should remember because your family name is Baumgartner isn’t it?”

“Yes it is, I’ve got another uncle on my mother’s side who lives in the South of France.”

“Are you going to visit him?”

“I don’t think so, it’s too far from Rome.”

Because of the time difference, they stayed up rather late and consequently got up late in the morning as wel , but when I arrived at 10 they had been fed and watered by Grace, ready for an exciting day of sightseeing in and around Antwerp. I took them to al the sights, including the Cathedral, the main market, and the historical buildings at and around the river Schelde, unfortunately, we missed the Sunday bird market, referred to in Antwerp as “De vogelen markt”, not to be mistaken for another meaning of the Antwerp slang word “vogelen”, which means fucking.

We had a quick lunch in one of the many restaurants in the “Wapper square” with on one side the Rubens house, which of course we visited, and on the other side the former royal palace. This concluded the cultural part of the tour The square is in the middle of the main shopping street referred to as ‘De Meir’ by the locals where Rachel wanted to go shopping with Grace. After Jeff had bought a warmer coat for the rest of his visit, he and I continued our cultural tour and visited a few of the museums, interspersed with visits to a few famous cafés like “Den Engel” on the main market square to sample the local brews. Wel , to be honest, we spent far more time in cafés than we did in the museums we visited.

When we returned to Grace’s place it was close to 7 pm and we had an eight o’clock booking at the Deer Hunter restaurant. They just had time for a very quick shower before throwing on some clothes.”

Jeff was thril ed at the prospect of his first real Belgian culinary treat which they had seriously missed out on during their previous visit to Belgium, so he urged Rache to get ready fast.

Twenty minutes later they showed up in the living room, smel ing fresh and looking like a mil ion bucks. Rachel wore a body-clinging red dress, with a plunging neckline, almost al the way to her navel with her nipples clearly visible. The skirt was to mid-thigh with a split on the left almost to the top of her thighs. But that was not the end of it, when she swirled, showing us her back, it was almost completely nude, just short of showing cleavage on that side.

To finish the stunning look she wore red stilettos of which I even didn’t dare to guess the height. I’m sure that when we wil walk into the Deer Hunter, the tongues wil be waggling again and wil probably keep on waggling for at least a week.

Jeff was more conservative, wearing a short-sleeved color-coordinated polo shirt showing off his muscular arms, and a pair of light blue slacks. I don’t think they realized we were in the middle of winter and it was rather chil y outside.

“You may want to wear a jacket or a coat my dears,” Grace said, it’s rather cold outside.

“Oh my God yes it’s winter here isn’t it, we’re so used to the mild temperature of Florida that we didn’t even think of packing real winter clothes.”

“The new coats you bought this afternoon, although not very thick, wil come in very handy now, won’t they?”

“Yes, they wil .” Rachel agreed.

“I presume the coats we bought wil suffice or are we going for a long walk outside?”

“No, not tonight but when you go sightseeing again over the next few days you wil be outside for longer periods and the weather forecast for the next few days is not very promising. You might consider putting a sweater on underneath if you have one?”

“God we don’t, so we’l go shopping again tomorrow then, shal we?”

“I’m afraid not Jeff, this is not the States, most shops are closed on Sunday.”

“Wow, at home they would be out of business almost before they opened.”

“Yeah I know, you’l have to learn to live with it, keeping shops open 24/7 is not possible in Belgium. Most normal shops open between 8 and 10 am and close around 6 pm, but only 6 days per week.”

“What’s with the 7th day then?”

“Legal y shops need to close 1 day per week, they can choose which one though and there are a few exceptions like for the Christmas period or when they have the twice-yearly sales period.”

“What do you do if you need booze, say in the middle of the night?”

“We have, what we cal ‘night shops’, there you can buy al the booze, cigarettes, snacks and phone cards you want, but only between 6 pm and 1 am so I’m afraid you are going to have to go thirsty or hungry after 1 am if you haven’t stocked up on what you need.”

“Oh boy, you real y lead tough lives don’t you?”

“We’re used to it, some shops are open Sunday morning, the baker, the butcher, and the occasional supermarket are open with some garden centers al day, but that is about it. In some European countries, it’s even worse, in the Netherlands even the bakery is closed on Sunday, so no fresh rol s or bread for the Dutch on that day.

“I see, we have a lot to learn, is that the same in Italy?”

“I guess so, Sunday is a day of rest and worship, especial y in Italy where stil a lot more people go to church than in our country.”

But for now, let’s enjoy the culinary delights Belgium can offer you.”

When it was time, we piled into the car, waving at Amelia and Nancy, who hadn’t been able to find a babysitter and stayed home. There would be other opportunities for her to join the American couple on their sightseeing tours later that week. After a short drive, we arrived at the restaurant and I parked the car.

Jeff looked at me and asked, “you have to park the car yourself, no valet service?”

“Nope, you’l have a hard time finding a restaurant or any place, for that matter, that provides this kind of service in Belgium.”

When we walked into the restaurant what I had expected happened. Indeed, Rachel was like a magnet for al the male patrons’ eyes, for some even their mouths opened slightly, almost drooling. Most of the women looked hostile, but some looked at their partners and chuckled at their expected reaction. We were met by Claire, Sunshine’s sister.

“Hel o, Lew, nice to see you again, and you brought some friends I see.”

“Yes, hel o Claire, we have friends over from the States and we wanted to treat them to some of our Belgian culinary delights.”

“Good idea, and thanks for thinking of us for that. I have a very nice table for you and your friends, not in the kitchen this time, but away from the prying eyes of the big crowd.”

“Excel ent, thank you, oh yes before I forget, how’s your sis Sunshine, it’s been a while since I last saw or heard from her.”

“She’s fine, stil talking about the evening she spent with you. You must have made a big impression on her, ‘cause I never heard her mention anybody else as often as you.”

“Wow, please give her my regards and tel her I look forward to seeing her again in the near future, maybe at the end of the school year when I’l probably accompany Jada to the proclamation. Most importantly, I stil have an open invitation to come to drink that very nice bottle of Burgundy your boss offered us after our last visit.”

“I wil , now if you would like to fol ow me, please.”

Grace grabbed my arm when we were walking toward our table and asked, “did you know Claire worked here?”

“Yes, of course, I’m surprised you didn’t, after al her older sister Daniel e is a contemporary of yours and even a former school buddy.”

“Yes that’s true, I knew Sunshine had a younger sister, but I had no idea she worked here as the restaurant hostess.”

“It’s a smal world, Grace, a smal world indeed, and not only in the Magic Kingdom.”

Jeff and Rachel were impressed by what they saw.

“This looks like a very nice place Grace,” Jeff said.

“It is, they even have a Michelin star and are working very hard to get a second one.

Claire handed us the menus, in Flemish for us and in English for our friends, they didn’t even notice, sort of taking it for granted. When we'l take them to Mario's in a couple of days it'l be different, he only has menus in Flemish, French, and Italian, as far as I know. We wil need to translate unless, of course, we let Mario do his thing and decide for us what we should eat.

“So do you see anything that you like, or are you guys strictly steak eaters?”

“What do you mean by steak eaters?” Jeff wanted to know.

“Over the years I’ve been going to restaurants with different people, I’ve put them into two groups: the steak eaters, who always eat steak, dul , no interest in the finer culinary things that a restaurant or a country has to offer, and the more adventurous ones that always go for local things and ask the locals what is best.”

“So you want us to ask you what is best here?” Jeff said with a chuckle.

Both Grace and Rachel had been fol owing our conversation smiling, exchanging knowing looks, but not saying anything. Jeff looked at his wife and said, “what?”

“Nothing dear, though I do think that if Lew knew you a bit better he would put you in the first category; you always eat chunks of fried or gril ed dead cow.”

“That’s not true, I had pasta on the plane.”

“Yes because they didn’t have any steak, and fish would be the very last thing you would choose.”

“OK, but I need al that meat to be strong enough to keep satisfying your ‘needs’,”

he said, emphasizing it with air quotes. “But hey I’m open for new things, what can you, being a local, recommend Lew?”

“Wel since it’l be just the four of us tonight, unless we consider Nancy, I would like to suggest the Escargots à la Bourguignonne as a starter.”

“What do you think Grace, wil she mind ?”

“If we have that, I’l text her and tel her to get some out of the freezer to have as wel .

“Good thinking.”

“Hang on a second, where do I find that on my menu, this escar…thing?”

“You won’t find it written that way on your English menu, Jeff, you might find it as snails Burgundy style though.”

“WHAT! Snails! No way buddy, I don’t eat slimy creatures in shel s.”

“Where’s your sense of adventure Jeff?” Rachel interjected with a smile.

“Sorry but that’s where I draw the line.”

“Would you prefer oysters then?”

“That’s different, they are very good for one’s potency or so they say?”

“You see that’s where we differ, for me, raw oysters taste like salty snot, on the rare occasion I have them I prefer them oven-baked”

“Oh yes, I prefer them that way too.”

“Shal I ask the chef to oven-bake the snails for you then maybe?”

“NO no.”

“Have you ever tasted them?”

“Uh, no.”

“Then what’s your problem? You are like the farmer in a saying we have ‘what the farmer does not know the farmer does not eat’. Shame on you Jeff, I thought you were more adventurous,” Grace said, getting involved in the discussion.

“OK, I’l try them, if only to show you I’m not afraid of new things, but only one or two.”

“I’m afraid it’s 6 or none Jeff.”

“OK 6 then.”

“Excel ent now that we have the appetizer out of the way, let’s concentrate on the main course.”

“Can I have steak now?”

Rachel gave Jeff a stern look and replied, “no you can’t, you wil eat what Lew or Grace suggests…and like it!”

“Yes ma’am,” Jeff replied with the tip of his finger between his lips; like a little schoolboy.”

“Oh stop acting like a child.” Turning towards us, Rache asked both Grace and me

“what do you suggest?”.

“We were thinking about crown of lamb, one of the specialties of the chef and completely in line, herb-wise, with the escargots.”

“Oh yes I remember, both are prepared with lots of garlic.”

“Yes indeed, that’s why I said I would text Nancy so she could get some for herself out of the freezer so that when we get home she isn’t blown away by our the garlic breath.”

“OK lamb I can go for, it’s close enough to beef, but please no mint sauce.”

“No mint sauce, in that I ful y agree with you Jeff,’ I added.

“I won’t even try to guess what you’l suggest for dessert Lew… “

“That wil be Dame Blanche,” Grace interjected.

“You know me too wel dear.” I responded with a smile.

“Oh boy here we go again with the French names, why did they give us a menu in English in the first place, what is Dame Blench?”

“Dame Blanche or if you translate it literal y, white lady, consists of 2 or 3 scoops of vanil a ice cream covered with hot chocolate sauce, made of course with real Belgian chocolate, and whipped cream.”

“Oh, like an ice cream sundae.”

“No, not real y, there is a subtle difference, you’l see, or better yet you’l taste it.”

We placed the order with Claire and asked for 4 glasses of bubbly. I knew that in the Deer Hunter they only served the best champagnes, avoiding the Spanish Cava and the Italian Prosecco, both good in their own way, but not up to the real thing. I didn’t even have to order the wine, Claire knew my preferred Burgundy, which would go perfectly with the food we ordered. With the Champagne, she brought an amuse-bouche, which she named and described what was in it. Jeff looked at me again mouthing what is an ‘amous boush’.

I explained they were formerly cal ed amuse-gueule, but the vulgar word gueule was replaced by bouche, indicating that it was something to entertain or amuse your mouth while you were waiting for the first course to arrive.

“Oh boy I’ve got a lot to learn, I should have paid more attention during French lessons at school.”

“Wait until you get to Italy, my friend, you’l be confronted with a whole new vocabulary there. I tried to learn Italian once and I got some of it, as a lot of the words are similar to French, which I speak fluently, but I never got around to practicing it and then you lose it very quickly.”

“Yeah, I always wondered how you cope with al these different languages in Europe and up until recently al the different currencies.”

“A lot of people speak multiple languages, but most communicate in English.

Concerning the currencies, the arrival of the Euro was a blessing, not having to exchange every time you went on vacation to a different country. I used to keep envelopes with al the different European currencies when I was stil working and traveling extensively throughout Europe.”

“Why didn’t you use a credit card?”

“That my friend was a luxury the company I worked for did not al ow us and I wasn’t inclined to pay for things out of my own pocket, even if I could, of course, claim it back.”

Throughout the conversation, Rachel had placed a hand on my leg, squeezing my thigh and slowly but surely moving upward towards my dick, which of course automatical y responded to her manipulations by getting hard. When I looked at her, she mimicked a little kiss to me as if inviting me to do the same to her. How could I refuse such a nice invitation? My hand crept under the tablecloth towards Rache’s thigh, where I quickly found the split in her skirt. I saw on her face that she had felt my approach and when I moved upward in the direction of her crotch, I was pleasantly surprised to find her naked pussy, with no panties to be detected. When I touched her inner sanctum with my finger she gave an almost inaudible yelp.

Jeff looked at her, “anything wrong dear?”

“No, no I’m fine must be something from the jet lag,” while she looked from Jeff to me giving both of us a smile. I found myself reassured that this was what she wanted and continued my manipulations feeling her getting moist which al owed me to slip the tip of my finger inside her. Unfortunately, I couldn’t go any further or it would be obvious from the way I was holding my arm. I contented myself with wiggling the tip of my finger between her inner lips, trying to find her clit. She crossed her legs, trapping my hand between them, thus urging me to keep on stimulating her.

She too became a bit more adventurous, searching for the zipper of my pants, and I have no idea how she managed it, but I felt it slide down just enough for her to slip a few fingers inside. I looked at her and almost imperceptibly shook my head. She looked at me with innocent eyes, pursed her lips, and mimicked another kiss. Unlike her, I was wearing boxer shorts and she managed to get her fingers inside, touching

the head of my cock. The treacherous organ immediately grew hard as if begging for attention.

Shortly after, Claire came back to get the empty amuse-bouche cups and bring us the tools to eat the snails safely without causing accidental spills. I saw that she had opened one more button on her blouse, giving us a more extensive view of her ample bosom. Both Rache and I smiled at her, our little play under the table continuing as if nothing was going on. Unfortunately, it had to end when Claire and a waiter returned with dome-covered plates with the snails. They put them on the table and on cue lifted the domes to reveal the feared snails to Jeff’s eyes.

Rachel had reluctantly released my hand from between her thighs al owing me to get both hands above the table again, ready to attack the succulent snails doused in the cholesterol-laden garlic and herb melted butter sauce. Jeff was stil looking doubtful, with no real enthusiasm to start eating. He looked at us to see how we were going to proceed.

We took the tongs Claire had brought before, grabbed a snail shel with it, and plucked the beast out with a thin fork. The bread that had been served with the snails we soaked in the butter sauce and put both in our mouths, savoring the taste.

Jeff watched and tried to copy us, but he had a few problems before he could grab and hold the snail shel with the tongs. When he put the soaked bread and the snail in his mouth he closed his eyes as if this would be the very last thing he would ever put in his mouth before he would die. Then I saw his facial expression change, from

“this is going to taste yucky to, mmm, it doesn’t seem too bad after al , ending with God, this tastes real y good.”

“So Jeff, you want to stop after one, or is the farmer changing his mind after tasting?”

“I’m not sure yet but it tastes better than I expected, I think I’l try another one.”

No need to mention that he finished them al , soaking up every drop of sauce he could find on his plate with the last of his bread. We’l make a gourmet out of him yet. By 11 we had finished the meal with coffee and cognac, not for me though. I told them I was ‘BOB’ that evening.

“BOB what do you mean by BOB?” Rachel wanted to know.

“It’s a name we use for the designated driver in the party, who either doesn’t drink at al or very little. It’s from a long-running campaign to reduce drink-driving in Belgium.”

“Yeah, now that you mention it I saw you only had one glass of wine.”

“If we’re stopped and I have to do a breathalyzer test it wil show up wel within the legal limits.”

I had noticed that Claire had been hovering around the table like a chicken not real y knowing where to lay its egg, so I beckoned her.

“Everything OK Claire? Is there anything we can do for you?”

“No, no I’m fine I was just wondering what you’re going to do next, are you going dancing or having some drinks in a café?”

“I guess we’l be heading to Grace’s home and have a drink there and I can join them, why, would you like to join us too?”

“Would you mind? My shift is over and I would real y love to get to know your American friends better.”

“Oh why, any particular reason?”

“I plan to go on vacation to the States this summer and I could use some first-hand information on where to go and what to do.”

“I don’t think we’d mind, would we Grace?”

“What wouldn’t we mind dear?”

“That Claire comes with us to have a chat and get some information from Jeff and Rachel for her upcoming vacation trip to the States.”

“No, great, you’re very welcome to join us, Claire; you know where I live?”

“Yes, of course, my sister told me everything about you.”

“Ah, Sunshine, how is she?”

“She’s doing great, especial y after she met Lew, she can’t keep quiet about him.”

“Why am I not surprised, but I have to warn you; Jeff and Rachel are swingers so if you join us you might not get home early, or should I say you might indeed only get home very early tomorrow morning.”

“I don’t mind, I love a good party.”

“So we’l see you in half an hour then?”

“Yes, I’l be there. Do I need to bring anything?”

“No, just your lovely body and a wil ingness to experience new things maybe?”

“I have met swingers before and together with my sister we went to some swinger parties in the past.”

“Wow, now I’m real y looking forward to getting to know you better.”

During the drive over, we decided we were going to chal enge Claire. Different ideas came up but we selected a suggestion from Jeff who had been ogling her every time she came to the table throughout the evening. Rachel remarked that he hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off of her ample bosom. It was no secret that Jeff was a tit man.

I’m sure he’l be thoroughly delighted when he wil be able to actual y see her boobs live and he can get his hands and mouth on them.

Chapter 54

More of Jeff and Rachel’s visit to Belgium.

We had barely settled down at Grace’s when the doorbel rang, announcing Claire’s arrival. We had already decided to see if we could immediately chal enge her and make her step out of her comfort zone. I was in charge of opening the door for her while the others remained in the living area.

“Welcome Claire, no problem finding the place?”

“No, it was easy.”

“OK, the first rule of the house, you need to get naked.”

“Wow, that’s chal enging.”

“Do you have a problem with it?”

“No, no, I don’t mind, I’ve been to swingers’ parties before, as I mentioned, but this is the first time I’ve needed to shed al of my clothes upon entering. But why aren’t you naked then?”

“We need to be careful, if I were naked opening the door and it was someone we didn’t expect that would look very odd now wouldn’t it?”

“Yes, you’re right,” after which she started by taking her coat off, which I accepted and hung it on the coat hanger in the hal . She stil wore her hostess’s clothes, a white blouse, with the top three buttons stil undone like in the restaurant, al owing me to have another good look at her cleavage. The outfit was completed with a black mid-calf skirt, black sheer stockings, or pantyhose, I stil needed to discover which, and black pumps with medium heels.

“You want me to do it here then?”

“Yes if you don’t mind, I’l put your clothes on hangers in the closet, so they don’t get wrinkled and you can find them easily when you go home.”

“OK,” she replied with a bit of a nervous giggle and continued by undoing the remaining buttons of her blouse. When they were undone, a nice white lace bra was revealed. It was clearly struggling a bit to restrain her big, my guess D-cup, boobs.

After I took her blouse to put it on the hanger I was already holding in my hands, she hesitated on how to proceed. First the bra or first the skirt. She decided on the skirt, maybe to keep me in suspense, or was she just a bit shy undressing in front of an almost complete stranger? She had only met me once before when I visited the restaurant with her sister.

Her hands moved to the back of her skirt unzipping it and letting it drop to the floor, after which she stepped out of it and handed it to me. It was extremely difficult for me not to stare. She looked terrific in her underwear, the bra, with the coordinated

white panties, and to top it off, a white suspender belt holding up her sheer black nylons. What was revealed from her body so far proved that she took very good care to keep looking tops. Despite her fairly large bosom the rest of her body was svelte.

I knew she’d never had children - that could explain it, but then again only partial y.

My treacherous organ reared its head in my pants.

“Something is happy to see me getting undressed,” Claire said pointing at my crotch.

“I’m so sorry dear but that is a part of my body I have no control over.”

“Don’t you worry, it proves I can stil entice a man.”

I wondered how she was going to react when I brought her into the living room and she saw she was the only one naked. But for now, she continued the unveiling, making it even more difficult for me. My eyes were glued to her chest when I saw her hands go to her back to unhook her bra, and her boobs almost popped out when it became loose and she removed it. She looked at me holding it out for me to take it. Oh my God, this woman had gorgeous breasts, definitely a D-cup. Her nipples planted in the middle of large light brown areolae were big and delightful y hard, pointing straight at me. She held them up but there was no real need to because of their firmness.

After I’d accepted her bra, which felt nice and warm on my hands, I saw hers move to the elastic of her panties, grab them, and begin to pul them down. I wished that had been in slow-motion, revealing her pubic area quarter inch by quarter inch instead of almost immediately. I just love it when a pubic area becomes visible just a little bit at a time. There was just a smal patch of pubic hair above her slit tel ing me she was indeed a natural brunette. When she started to undo the stockings from the garter belt, I stopped her.

“There is no need for that Claire, you’re most enticing parts are already on display, and by just wearing the stockings and nothing else, you are extremely sexy.”

“You think so? It’s not too much then?”

“Believe me you are going to blow them away, just the way you are. Can I however ask you to wear a blindfold?”

“You want me to walk in there on ful display but unable to see what awaits me?”

“Yes, I do, why are you afraid?”

“Not real y afraid but a bit nervous yes.”

“Don’t be, you’l steal the show, believe me.”

“OK, I’l take your word for it.”

“One more thing, have you ever done anything kinky?”

“What do you mean by kinky?”

“Have you ever dabbled in BDSM?”

“Why?”

“Wel your sister hadn’t before I took her to the club, so I wondered if you’re the same?”

“Not entirely, I’ve visited a few fetish establishments, like the one in downtown Antwerp.”

“Just visit or did you participate in some play?”

“I did participate a little, just to understand what it was al about.”

“Oh, my God,” I thought, “this is like pul ing teeth”, but I continued doggedly.

“And did you like it?”

“It wasn’t bad. I got a few very nice orgasms being stimulated and disciplined at the same time.”

“Would you like to sample more?”

“I wouldn’t mind.”

“Good, so can I restrain you?”

“You mean tie me up?”

“Yes.”

“OK but not too much, I prefer to be able to move, but I don’t mind handcuffs or things like that.”

“OK, can you put your hands behind your head then for me please?”

She immediately complied, so I could tie her lower arms together thus displaying her glorious D cups to the ful . While I was at it, I also put a rope above and below her ample bosom. I didn’t tie her boobs themselves as I knew that Jeff just loves to do that and I didn’t want to deprive him of the pleasure. To finalize Claire’s preparation, I put the blindfold on, grabbed one arm, opened the door, and walked her into the living room. The first thing I noticed was Jeff sucking Nancy’s boobs, sampling her mother’s milk, which he had been raving about al evening, looking forward to it.

They al stopped chattering immediately, it was dead silent, but then they startled Claire by bursting out into applause.

I whispered in her ear, “You made quite an impression.”

“Welcome to my home,” Grace said getting up, “I have someone here who wants very much to welcome you in our midst”. Jeff had risen from the easy chair he was sitting in, moved toward Claire, and kissed her ful on the mouth while holding her bound arms and pressing his clad chest against her naked boobs. Claire responded, tentatively licking Jeff’s lips, upon which he opened his mouth and went total French

on her. More applause from the crowd. The next thing Claire felt was a pair of big, naked, and slightly wet boobs pressed against her back, Nancy’s of course.

When Jeff stopped his kissing and moved away, Nancy brought her hands in front of Claire’s body and cupped her boobs.

“Nice, as big as mine for the moment. By the way, I’m Nancy, Grace’s daughter,” she whispered in her ear.

“Hel o Nancy,” Claire replied, “nice to make your acquaintance,” not real y knowing what else to say.

“Shal we keep this cute little slave in suspense or take her blindfold away to al ow her to greet you properly?” I asked.

“Take it away,” they said almost in unison, after which I whipped the blindfold from before her eyes. She blinked a bit with the light al of a sudden hitting her eyes, but then saw that in fact, she was the only one completely in the nude. She started to protest unable to even cover herself with her hands and arms.

“Don’t you worry my dear we’l al be nude in the next few minutes, but take what happened to you as a sort of hazing ritual.”

Nancy was already topless and Rachel quickly fol owed suit, taking off her very sexy red dress at the same time and revealing her completely nude body as she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. Claire looked at her and stuttered, “did you come commando to the restaurant as wel ?”

“Yes, didn’t you notice?”

“No, I didn’t notice that, what I did notice was that you were playing with Lew and he was playing with you under the table.”

“Oh my God, and we thought we were being so discreet and nobody saw.”

“Don’t worry nobody else did, but I have a radar for these things; after a number of years working in the restaurant you start to pay attention to things, and believe me you were not the first ones to do something like that.”

“Does it happen often?”

“More than you can imagine.”

By that time everybody had shed their clothes, even I. Claire seemed to be impressed by Jeff’s 8-inch cock which like mine was already in an advanced state of hardness. And as I expected, and sort of prepared it for him, he approached her holding some thinner rope in his hand to bind Claire’s boobs. She looked at him suspiciously when he began to wind the rope around her right tit, real y thrusting it out.

By the time he started on the left one, the first one was already turning visibly redder, despite that Claire’s skin was stil a bit tanned from the previous summer’s

sun. That was another thing I had noticed when she was undressing, she had no tan lines whatsoever, which made me wonder what other little surprises she might be hiding. With both of her tits now nicely bound, slowly turning from light to darker red, and probably ending with a purplish sheen, she looked amazing.

Claire’s nipples, which, due to the binding, had now become rather sensitive, just begged to be adorned with some sort of jewelry. Knowing Jeff, Grace had anticipated that one of the women would end up with her tits bound and conjured up a box of brand-new wooden clothes pins. Jeff was only too eager to clip them onto Claire’s hard long and highly sensitive nubbins. She gave a little yelp when he did and a second one when he pul ed her nipps down by holding onto the pins. It didn’t stop there, Grace had foreseen an ample supply of these pins and both Jeff and myself got busy putting them al over her from the sides of her tits al the way to her hips.

With another tortuous move in mind, we put one of Jeff’s thin cords under each pin so that later we could rip them off of her body in one go.

Our girls also wanted to participate in torturing Claire and had gotten their hands on some of Grace’s toys, the most obvious one was of course a Magic Wand. But first Claire was made to open her legs and her pussy was thoroughly examined by Rachel. As I had noticed before, she was shaven with a smal triangular patch of brown pubic hair just above her slit. Aside from the color, size-wise, it looked pretty much like Rachel’s little carpet. Claire’s inner lips extended a bit beyond the outer ones but not so much as to draw ful attention, they just made themselves noticeable.

Once Rache had finished playing with Claire’s pussy lips, I guess to feel if she was already wet, she pressed the wand to that very sensitive little nubbin of hers between her legs while also inserting a finger into her love channel. Doing this cleverly brought the vibrations not only to the outside but also through her finger into Claire’s body. She began to moan, alternating with an occasional yelp when we added another clothespin to her body. Grace and Nancy just stood by, not only enjoying the show but also busy playing with their own pussies - clearly also very aroused.

When we had finished decorating her flesh with clothes pins, Jeff got busy with Claire’s bottom, giving her a nice spanking. Grace and Nancy who saw that I had become available for some horseplay dropped to their knees in front of me and began to lick and suck on my, in the meantime, very hard, cock. As far as I could remember I never had had the pleasure of both mother and daughter worshiping my member. I felt in seventh heaven when their pursed lips slid over the side and then the head was gobbled up in one or the other’s mouth. But I wanted in on the oral fun so I suggested we move to a more comfortable spot to do just that.

Grace moved me on my back on the big sofa and straddled me clearly wanting my cock in her pussy. Nancy had to content herself with sitting on my face and being licked and sucked. From the noises she quickly started to make, she didn’t feel left out at al , especial y when I began to apply my special oral skil s to her already moist

snatch. Grace being a woman of foresight had taken into account that her sofa and easy chairs could get stained with the freely flowing bodily fluids and had placed easily washable covers over al of them. With Nancy getting so aroused that she very quickly began to flow like a fountain and me not being able to cope with al these fluids, they began to escape my mouth and dripped over my chin and cheeks onto the sofa.

Both mother and daughter were moaning and sighing, competing in sound with Claire who was now being manhandled American style by Rachel and Jeff. I couldn’t see a thing with Nancy’s cunt parked on my face, but I could stil hear al of it. I hoped that the noise jointly produced by the three women would not wake up baby Amelia. Fortunately, it didn’t, she slept through it al . Nancy was the first to reach her peak, shoving her cunt hard in my face and squirting al over the place shouting at the top of her voice.

“I’m cumming, Oh God this feels soooooo gooooood, fuck, FUCK, FUCK!!”

When she was done shaking and shivering, she moved off my face, al owing me to breathe properly again and see what was going on around me. I would definitely need a shower and wash my hair, as I was completely covered in girl juice.

Grace fol owed not too far behind her daughter and came, squeezing and massaging my cock with her pussy muscles and dousing my abdomen with her juices but not shouting so loud. She restricted herself to loud moaning, breathing as fast as a steam engine while a series of the sweetest whimpers escaped from her lips. As I was sure my performance was not yet over, I held my end up by not cumming.

I heard Claire scream as I saw Rachel push the wand hard against her clit while Jeff pul ed one of the cords under the clothespins ripping them off of her body, the other side fol owing quickly with the same vocal result. When he pul ed the pins off her nipples she stopped breathing and went completely rigid. When he put his mouth to her tortured nipps and gently sucked on them, facilitating the return of the blood flow she moaned and then sighed in pleasure. Her face was frozen in ecstasy. Once she was breathing again and relaxed a little, he began to remove al the other ropes from her body.

I took care of Rachel, something I started in the restaurant but absolutely wanted to finish here and now. I pushed her ass onto the sofa and opened her legs as wide as I could, holding my hands under the inside of her knees so instead of using my fingers which were occupied elsewhere, I went to town on her pussy with my mouth and tongue. She held my head with both hands urging me to make her come, which in the end was not so difficult. She was so aroused that when I slid a finger into her ass while sucking hard on her clit, I felt her hot body tense up as she orgasmed. I got another spray of girl juices al over my face and head. I must look a mess.

Unfortunately, the count stood now at 2 to 0, I had made 2 women cum and I was stil walking around with a fairly hard cock and loads of sperm begging me to be al owed out.

At that point, we were al brought back to reality when baby Amelia began crying.

Nancy jumped up to attend to her little treasure, joined by grandmother Grace. While going to the baby room Grace said they wouldn’t return but would hit the sack when they had taken care of Amelia. So there we were, both Jeff and myself with semi-hard cocks and two women ready wil ing, and able to be fucked. We looked at each other and without discussing or agreeing on anything we decided that we wanted both on al fours right next to each other. We pointed our cocks to their mouths, which they opened almost in unison and took us inside.

It didn’t take very long for both of us to get to ful mast again and then, almost like in a bal et, we turned them facing each other and moved behind them. Jeff behind Claire and me behind Rachel. We continued the bal et by each grabbing their hips and pointing our cocks at their pussies from behind. As both girls were stil very aroused and generously lubricated from their previous orgasms, sliding our dicks into their pussies was total y effortless. The girls looked at each other and immediately began Frenching while they were being pounded by two extremely hard cocks.

The ooohs, aaaahs and moans were numerous, though we did try to keep it low-key, respecting the wish of our hosts to get some shut-eye. Most of the noise was produced by our dicks sliding in and out of the wel -lubricated pussies. Our hands moved coordinatedly towards the breasts of the girls we were pounding, squeezing them, stimulating their enticing hard nipples with our thumbs and index fingers. With al the stimulation we had had during the evening neither of us lasted very long. But being perfect gentlemen, our unspoken joint goal and the ultimate target was to make the girls orgasm before we did. We could both feel the girls going into an ever-heightening spiral of arousal. I felt the flutters in Rache’s pussy turn into ever-increasing squeezes. Judging from Jeff’s face he must be feeling the same thing happening to his cock.

All of a sudden I felt the length of her sheath convulse around me as Rachel crested and her orgasm crashed over her. That was my cue to release my hot steamy load, fil ing her convulsing pussy with my gooey gunk. As I did, my brain released its chemical reward bringing me also to an euphoric state before col apsing on her back.

Next Claire went into subspace experiencing a body-shuddering orgasm of her own and taking Jeff with her over the brink, pushing out his creamy white fluid deep into her bel y, while arching his back.

We looked at each other over the women’s backs and I said to him, “it’s good to give a woman an orgasm she appreciates so much isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is,” Jeff replied total y sated now after the hours of stimulation we had both experienced al through the evening.

“I don’t know about you buddy, but I think I am ready to fol ow Grace and Nancy into dreamland.”

“Yeah me too,” whispered both women beneath us.

We al got up again and Rachel and Jeff gave us hugs and thanked Claire for a wonderful evening, tel ing her they were looking forward to welcoming her to their estate sometime during the summer, walking to their bedroom, leaving me and Claire on our own. I grabbed my clothes and joined Claire in the hal where her clothes were waiting for her neatly on the hanger, but before we got dressed she hugged me again, pressing her big boobs one last time against my chest with her arms around my back, before hiding them again from view as she got dressed.

We quietly closed the front door behind us. After one last kiss, I told her that I hoped to see her and her sister again soon, to which she told me she was already looking forward to it. We then went to our cars and drove home. No need to say I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. Luckily I could sleep late as I only needed to get back to Grace at 2 pm for a visit to the apartments in the house she had bought in the Cogels-Osylei in Berchem, one of the districts of Antwerp.

When I arrived at Grace’s place at 2 pm they were already waiting for me to get started. Jeff and Rachel were extremely curious to see this place Grace had been raving about. Nancy stayed home again with the baby, she would take the Americans to dinner tonight, while Grace would babysit and have a restful evening, wel that’s what she hoped for, but a lot would depend on how Amelia behaved, of course, sometimes she could be a handful. So we piled into Grace’s car to go to the nearest tram stop. When going downtown with a car it’s always a big hassle to find a parking space, and Tram 11 went down the street we wanted to visit anyway so it was the obvious choice.

When we got off the tram we walked to the place Grace had bought. The outside of the building already impressed the Americans, it was something that was not very common to see in the States a whole street with al Art Deco houses. I saw Grace breathe a sigh of relief. The first hurdle was taken, now the inside. I can’t deny I was very curious as wel as I had not seen the place, it was a wel -guarded secret. She must have bought it months ago as, according to her explanation, some extensive changes had already been made to the inside. Turning such a building into two luxury apartments can’t have been easy. As far as I remember the rooms in these types of houses sometimes had 14 to 15ft high ceilings.

The front door itself was 8 feet high. When we arrived in the entry hal , there was a smal staircase of 8 steps leading to the ground floor apartment, probably because there was a semi-underground service/kitchen area, also very common in buildings of that period. It brought the British series Upstairs, Downstairs to mind. Grace told us we would visit the former kitchen area later. She wanted Jeff and Rache’s input on how to utilize that space best, with a clear hint to the red rooms in their vil as. On the side was an elevator door that could take us to the first floor.

Jeff said he was always confused with floor indications in Europe.

“What we cal the first floor, you cal the ground floor, and in this building, it’s even more confusing as there is also a floor halfway under the ground.”

“Yes, it probably is but for clarity’s sake, we are now at the door of what we cal the ground floor which would be the first floor for you guys, the elevator or lift takes you to the first floor which in your case would be the second floor. The semi-underground kitchen for us is the cel ar. OK let’s now go see the ground-floor apartment.” Grace clarified.

When we entered the ground floor living area, the first thing that drew our attention was a big window in the back giving a spectacular view of the smal private garden.

The room was not that big, but very cozy and very nicely furnished with a round table seating 4, and easy chairs grouped around an impressive stove covered in tiles.

Grace told us the stove was original but not used anymore for its original function as a wood or coal-burning unit, but was connected to the central heating system giving the same impression of heat but far safer, more economical, and much easier to maintain. In the corner of the room, next to the window were some tiled steps going down.

“What’s this for?” Rachel wanted to know, pointing to the steps and the door in the back corner of the living room.

“That my dear leads to the cel ar where the staff used to work. There’s a big kitchen, a scul ery, a pantry, a normal storeroom, a cold storeroom, the boiler room, and at the end the door to the garden, which in the good old days was also tended by the staff. We could turn the former cold storage room which is located right at the bottom of these steps into a red room.”

“Wow ingenious, can we take a look?”

“Of course, for now, there is nothing instal ed yet but when properly furnished it could be a great playroom, with one restriction, and that is the height; it would not al ow anyone to be suspended vertical y. But let’s first take a look at the rest of the apartment.”

On one side of the living room, a door hid a smal hal way with, on each side a door, left and right leading to two spacious bedrooms and at the bottom a third door to the shared bathroom. The bathroom contained a bath, one of these old-fashioned-looking ones on little metal lion’s feet. A double washbasin with cupboards with mirrors above, a toilet and bidet, and to top it off a huge walk-in shower with different spray heads al around, big enough for fun and games for up to 4 people.

“I must say, the interior is as impressive as the exterior, when you see the outside you would never expect it to be so modern on the inside, wel done Grace.”

I heard Grace breathe another sigh of relief.

“OK let’s go to the first floor, mind you it’s stil under construction. It is not identical to the ground floor though, there is, of course, the living space, and two bedrooms,

but I’m not sure if I should go for a ful -size common bathroom or two smal er separate ones, without a bath and smal er-sized showers. Both apartments can hold two couples but I’d love to hear your opinion on what to do with the bathroom or rooms on the top floor.”

“Maybe you should go for two smal er ones, this apartment doesn’t have a space for a red room either, so it might be better suited for more standard tourists who don’t like or are not familiar with the BDSM lifestyle.”

“Yes, wel swinging is always possible, you don’t need a special space for that.”

“How right you are Grace.”

“So let’s take a look at the rest of the semi-underground area, again a word of warning, nothing’s been renovated or changed there yet.”

Going back down the stairs to the front door as you came in, there were some steps on the right going down to a smal door that took us to the huge semi-underground area. The difference with the upstairs rooms was huge as they had noticed before when visiting the potential red room space. Here the ceilings were barely 7ft high; it felt like it was fal ing on your head. The space however was enormous, we kept on walking through different rooms, as Grace had mentioned before.

“Wow, this is indeed a very big space, I can imagine you could live here,” Rachel replied.

“As I said; I would like to rebuild this space as an area for the live-in housekeeper to take care of cleaning, washing, making the beds, etc. even if need be, provide breakfast or other meals. Food could be transported upstairs with the smal service lift and served from there.”

“Absolutely, we provide that meal service in our compound too and if we send our customers over, then that’s what they’l expect here as wel .”

“Yes, and the room foreseen for the ‘dungeon’ doesn’t take away too much space and it would be completely closed off from these housekeepers’ living quarters. With the proper insulation, they won’t even hear the loudest cries from potential subs being played with or being chastised.”

“For the upper floor, wel , practitioners of the lifestyle, can always play in the apartment itself, but I don’t see us instal ing a St. Andrew’s cross or a spanking bench in the bedroom or living room of that part of the house.”

“No that would make it very difficult to be able to rent it to non-practitioners.”

“Excel ent, so how about some pictures? We just happen to have our specialist photographer with us to take these for you.”

“Oh is that the only reason Lew came along?”

“Yes indeed,” Grace replied not catching the irony. Rachel chuckled, especial y after seeing Grace’s face ful of questions.

“Let’s go back upstairs then: we can take work photos of the themed room once it’s ful y equipped. Lew can always find a model to pose in it, can’t you Lew?”

“I do have my favorites for such assignments, provided you’l pay for their services.”

Back upstairs in the ground floor apartment, I took dozens of photos with and without our friends in them. In the bedroom, Rachel wanted to pose in her underwear, going to ful nudity in the bathroom of course. To get the best pictures in the shower I had to step in myself and of course, Rache couldn’t keep herself from spraying me with the water, and to avoid getting my clothes completely soaked I had to undress and join her in the nude. And believe it or not, one thing led to another.

Before I realized it we were kissing and feeling each other up. When I looked around Jeff and Grace had disappeared leaving us to do some serious playing.

Rache had her arms around my neck while we were Frenching and she began pushing my head down towards her boobs. Who am I to not want to suck on those gorgeous globes so graciously offered to me? So while sucking on one I played with one of my hands with the other, drawing some tentative moans from her lips. My other hand ventured further down her sexy body towards her central playground.

When I reached for her bush, I didn’t find any hair. I looked up at her questioningly.

She immediately understood.

“I shaved it this morning, Jeff told me he loved Grace’s and Nancy’s completely shaved pussies so much, I couldn’t resist giving him what he wants, if only until we go back home. Besides, it wil save me some money and time not having it dyed anymore.”

All I could respond was “Mmmmmmhmmmm,” as I had already gone down on her and was happily licking and sucking her clean-shaven mound and pussy. She held my head with her hands pushing it against her mons. I sought out her little nubbin and started concentrating my licking and sucking efforts on her pleasure point. One of my fingers found its way into her vagina and was quickly joined by a second one where both of them, as if on automatic pilot, began to make the come hither motion on her G-spot. That resulted in some serious moaning and an increased intake of breath. My other hand rested on her firm ass, squeezing it while alternating with putting some finger pressure on her rosebud, playing around but not entering, just stimulating the sensitive nerves around her sphincter.

“Oh my God, Lew, I want your cock in my pussy. Please fuck me.”

Now I ask you what would you do should a gorgeous female like Rachel ask you to do that? Would you continue to lick her cunt or would you get up, turn her around, and shove your hard cock into her hot wet cunt? Yes, that’s exactly what you would do and what I did as wel .

When she had turned around she put her hands flat on the wal high above her head, opening her legs as wide as she could without risking slipping, before pushing her ass out and giving me total unrestricted access to her inner sanctum. I bottomed out in one bold move, first grabbing her hips from behind. When I started pumping in and out of her and felt stable enough on the wet floor of the shower I couldn’t resist sliding both of my hands up again towards her mammaries, beginning to squeeze them.

Not easy with them being wet and slippery, but I cupped them so that I could pinch her hard nipples between my thumb and index finger and pul them out. I knew from previous games with her she loved to have her nipples pul ed, extending her boobs.

The pain caused that way increased her pleasure as witnessed by her increased moaning and sighing. Me pounding her pussy hard also had its effect of course.

“Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me, deeper, faster, harder, yes, yes.”

I couldn’t go as deep or stretch her as much as her Jeff with his 8-inch long and very thick cock but I had a few other tricks up my imagination sleeve. When I was done pul ing her tits out, both my hands moved to her pussy, working my magic on her clit with my fingers, resulting in cunt clenching, bel y pulsing howls of rapture. Her body trembled with her flat stomach undulating, while her breath turned ragged. All of a sudden she went as stiff as a board, her internal muscles gripping my shaft like a vise as she went into the most explosive orgasm, my own orgasm coinciding with hers. We were in a raging inferno of lust as I began spewing my sperm in her tight cunt. After a long string of orgasmic spasms which didn’t seem to end, we final y came down from our high and I had to brace myself to hold her up and not col apse on the floor.

After our breathing had returned to normal we could hear that Jeff and Grace had also reached their peaks, with Grace cal ing out perverse obscenities, not even suited for an 18+ audience. After we donned bathrobes and guided by the noise, we went looking for them. We found them in one of the bedrooms, col apsed on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs and looking total y sated.

“Wel , wel , having a bit of fun are we?” Rachel asked. Both looked up with huge smiles on their faces.

“It doesn’t look like we’re the only ones christening this apartment,” Jeff responded.

“We were only taking pictures,” said Rachel.

“Indeed? From the noises we heard, they must have been very painful pictures.“

“Purely an experiment to figure out what it would sound like if Grace were to furnish a red room downstairs,” Rachel replied looking total y innocent.

“Wel boys and girls, the place has now been properly christened. Thank you for that.

So I guess you approve of it and it could work in our joint venture.”

“It sure can,” Jeff said, “I don’t think we’l have many problems finding couples who want to experience Belgium in a slightly different way than only on a Tuesday.”

“What do you mean?” Grace asked.

“Come on Grace, you must know the movie, “If it’s Tuesday this must be Belgium.”

“Oh, yes now I get it, of course, I know that film; it was hilarious.”

“I must however ask you guys to help me clean the place up. I haven’t found a live-in maid yet.”

“No worries dear, we’l help you,” Rachel responded.

“Maybe I could have a solution for you, why don’t I ask Petra?”

“Petra, who’s Petra?”

“She’s my cleaning lady and I happen to know she has a serious problem with her current landlord, he wants her out of the place. She is excel ent at what she does, and could wel be interested in such a position.”

“Do you think so?”

“Wel , we won’t know if we don’t ask. I’l try to get in touch with her sometime this week.”

“Excel ent idea.”

We took the tram back to the Park and Ride to pick up Grace’s car and go home. Jeff and Rachel were having dinner with Nancy, while Grace was babysitting. When our American friends had gone to their room, Grace offered me a cup of coffee and I asked Nancy where she would take our friends.

“I was thinking of taking them to Mario’s, I’m sure they’l go to the Rome version of the restaurant next week when they visit Gina and Victoria.”

“I count on it.”

“Oh, why’s that?”

“I’l be joining them for the weekend to take pictures in the vil as, as I did in Grace’s house today, and see my beloved Catharina.”

“Ooh, your one and only love of your life.”

“How do you know about that? Oh yes, you talk with your mother of course and I may have said something to that effect during our cruise.”

“Yes, that was one of the things you told her which she confided to me.”

“Ooh no, she told you more?”

“Yes, lots more, but I won’t hold anything against you, I know what your feelings towards my mom are, and as far as I can tel she’s happy with your relationship as it is.”

“Thank God for smal mercies.”

The Americans and Nancy left around seven, so Grace and I had the place to ourselves, except for baby Amelia of course, but she went to bed shortly after so that Grace and I could have a nice home-cooked dinner. She was an excel ent cook, hard-working, excel ent cook, very good-looking, and great in the sack, in other words, the perfect combination. I couldn’t understand why there weren’t hordes of men knocking on her door. Maybe I should reconsider giving up bachelorhood, as I wasn’t getting any younger myself and I didn’t want to end my life alone and bitter.

“Forget it, Lew you want to be free as a bird and make love to al the women you meet and like,” said the little devil sitting on my shoulder.

And tonight I wanted to make love to Grace, not have sex, but make long and tender love to her, wel , until the youngsters came home from their dinner that was. After our homecooked meal, we were enjoying a beautiful y aged cognac with fresh coffee while sitting on the settee, listening to some romantic music playing on the stereo. I put my arm around Grace’s shoulders.

“Are you making a move Lew?” she asked with a chuckle.

“No dear just stretching my arms,” I said while I also, looking al innocently, stretched my other arm.

“Oh, now you disappoint me, after the wild sex you had with Rachel this afternoon in the shower and the pounding Jeff gave me in the bedroom with his gigantic cock, I would very much enjoy some TLC tonight.”

“You are an insatiable woman.”

“No, just a woman in dire need of proper romantic lovemaking; why do you think I put this atmospheric music on?”

“Oh is that why you’re playing al these love songs from our youth?”

Rol ing her eyes she said, “Final y he gets it, thank God for smal mercies.”

“Oh shut up woman.”

“Why don’t you make me!”

Now that was too much, I pul ed her towards me and kissed her tantalizing lips tenderly. No tongue mind you, just a tender kiss on the lips. I would let her take the initiative to translate the kiss into French, which she did so very lightly by just giving a smal lick on my lips with the very tip of her tongue. I responded likewise and we engaged in a tender tongue-tip skirmish, just teasing each other. Eventual y, it led of

course to a ful 15-minute French apache tongue dance, like only the French can perform it.

While she held the side of my head, I held the back of hers with one hand, while the other began an adventurous trip along the front of her gorgeous body. Sliding over her thighs, not touching any skin, just over the skirt she wore, towards her hips, and then upward over her side, again over her blouse, completely bypassing her boobs to her shoulder and upper back. She had both arms around me.

The French kiss was alternated with pecks just on each other’s lips. I don’t know about her, but my cock was slowly getting hard inside my pants, giving me a bit of a problem. I began to squirm a bit to al eviate the pressure. Of course, she felt it.

“Having a problem, dear?” she asked with a smile on her face.

“Mmmmhhhmmm, nothing I can’t handle dear,” I responded.

“Let me help you,” she said while her hands moved to the top button and zipper of my pants and began undoing both. Once the zipper was down she fished my, in the meantime, rock-hard cock out of my boxers and began stroking it.

“Would you like me to suck you?” she asked.

“Only if you feel like it,” I responded. That was al she needed to bend over and start licking my glans while stroking the base. Soon after I felt my cock glide into her hot wet mouth until her lips could kiss my groin. Because of my relatively normal size, just the tip of my glans touched her throat not causing much of a gagging reflex. I ful y enjoyed her incredible cock sucking skil s as they very slowly heightened my arousal. She alternated the soft touch with hol owing her cheeks as she sucked harder.

One of my hands had ventured under her skirt, stroking the inside of her soft thigh and drawing some moaning from her lips, the vibrations making my cock twitch.

After some ten minutes of cock sucking I pul ed her up, wanting to participate more actively in our lovemaking and not just sit there like a Pasha. After she came up we resumed our tonsil hockey while getting busy undressing each other. I’ve always loved to undress a woman, rather than have her undress herself. It always felt like opening a present, and what a present Grace was.

We alternated al owing the other to remove our clothes. I was first to undo al the buttons of her blouse, push it over her shoulders and remove it, unveiling the sexy lace pushup bra she was wearing. Unlike her, when she removed my shirt, I was immediately topless. She couldn’t resist bending down and sucking my nipples. She knew, from the many times we had made love, they were rather sensitive. In no time at al , she had them rock hard.

I had a bit of a dilemma, go next for the boobs and also feast on her nipples, or take off her skirt and first enjoy the overal look of her lovely body in the beautiful lingerie set she wore. When I had ventured up her skirt before I had felt naked skin between

the top of her stockings and her panties, which led me to believe she was wearing stockings and a suspender belt. It could of course also have been one of those special pantyhose that mimicked this look. Why do we always have to make these difficult choices in life? I decided to go for the overal look and asked her to stand in front of me so I could unzip the skirt and remove it. She gladly complied, probably also wanting to have me enjoy her choice of lingerie. Wel come to think of it, she’d already seen mine, even sucked it, so I determined I should be al owed to unpack her a bit more before she could remove another piece of my clothing.

When the skirt final y fel to the ground, puddling around her feet, I got the proof of my suspicions of stockings and a garter belt. She looked stunning and good enough to eat which was the next thing on my wish list. Unfortunately again a difficult decision needed to be made, do I go for the pussy or do I go for the boobs first. I chose the easy way out, after al , I was sitting down facing her pubes so I went for the easy one, first kissing her abdomen a few times, after which I grabbed the elastic of her panties and pul ed them down unveiling her enticing playground. She indeed looked good enough to eat… no condiments were required so I went for it and moved my kissing spree from her abdomen and bel y a few inches lower to her vertical lips. When I kissed her pussy, she gave a moan, grabbed her tits through her bra, and squeezed them.

“Take it off Grace, I want to see your boobs,” I whispered. Her hands went to her back undoing the clasp of her bra, pul ing it away from her body with the straps, and began grabbing her naked tits with her hands and squeezing them while pinching the nipples between her fingers, making them rock-hard. My hands were busy holding and squeezing her ass cheeks pul ing her closer to my mouth. After a very short while, her tangy flavor began flooding my taste buds. I just couldn’t get enough of this woman’s taste. She now let go of her boobs, grabbed the back of my head with both of her hands, and held it pressed against her muff, total y enjoying my pussy eating skil s, and moaning like crazy.

“Oh yes, there, yes that’s where I like it most,” she purred keeping my mouth pressed against her clit.

“Make me cum!”

The only solution I could immediately think of to make her cum quickly was to shove a finger up her ass, but I presumed it was dry back there, so I needed to lube it first in her pussy. I managed to slip it into her vagina while I kept eating her out; that in itself got her closer to an orgasm. When I pul ed the finger out again she protested but that quickly died down when she felt it make its way to her other sensitive spot in the back. Now I could easily push my index into her black hole. Her sphincter didn’t object at al , in fact, it even felt as if it was sucking my finger into her body.

When I pushed it in she took a deep breath, fol owed by a long moan. Her hands pushed even harder against the back of my head, urging me on.

“Oh yes, yes, it’s there, I’m coming, I’m cuuuuuuuuuuuming, OH FUCK THIS FEELS

SOOOOOO GOOOOOOD LEEEEEEEEW!”

I could not only hear that she was coming but I could feel it by the huge amount of girl juice her pussy was squirting on my face and into my mouth, almost drowning me. I could barely keep up swal owing, and I loved it. Her legs had turned to jel y, her knees buckled and she sat down on my thighs, her head on my shoulder, and her arms went around my back to support herself.

It took the better part of ten minutes to come down from her high and get her breathing under control. As her chest was pressed against mine, I could feel her heart race. After she final y returned to the living, she looked at me with a huge smile.

Looking at her I said, “I have a feeling you enjoyed it.”

“Oh my God Lew, that was another one for the books, I can tel you.”

“We aim to please dear and it’s good to give a woman like yourself an orgasm she appreciates so much.”

“You bet I appreciate it, you can give me one of those any time you like, ” then she looked down between her spread legs and saw my steel rod.

“Oh dear, that looks appetizing, you’re ready for another round?”

“Correction my dear I haven’t had a round yet.”

“Yes that’s true; you stopped me sucking your dick to unpack your present, as you so nicely put it.”

“Yes dear and then I went muff diving.”

“Oh yes, and how good you are at doing that.”

“I do try to match your cock sucking skil s, my dear. If this dick could talk it would be screaming to the world claiming you as the best cocksucker on this planet.”

“You real y think I’m that good?

“YES!”

“So you want me to continue where I left off?”

“No.”

“No?”

“I have something else in mind, I want to fuck you, slowly, tenderly, and for a very, very long time, before making you come again.”

“I could go for that.”

“Somehow, I had a feeling you would appreciate that, so let’s go to bed.”

“Yes let’s do just that.”

When we got to the bedroom, Grace removed her shoes, stockings, and the garter belt before she joined me between the sheets. She straddled me, grabbed my cock, pointed it at her pussy, and slowly impaled herself. This was accompanied by moans and sighs. When she was wel and truly seated, she made a few rocking movements that felt tremendous on my dick, before beginning to move up and down. She repeated this perfect motion many times, before tipping her pelvis a little. The movement not only did wonders for my cock but, judging by the sweet whimpers she produced, had a similar effect on her clit.

“Oh my God Grace where did you learn that move?”

“Rachel showed me.”

“She never did that when I had sex with her.”

“No, she promised me she wouldn’t before I had had a chance to surprise you with it.”

“Do you often discuss and agree on what you wil do with me?”

“Just occasional y.”

“I see. Maybe I should have a chat with Jeff then to agree on what we should do to you or Rache, a question of keeping it exciting for you girls as wel .”

She looked at me just smiling, not uttering a word while she continued riding my cock. I knew that when she reacted like that there was no point in continuing our conversation, she wouldn’t tel me more. I decided to just enjoy her sexy body and pussy for the moment. And enjoy I did, as I felt an orgasm slowly but surely build inside of me. Her almost violent up-and-down movements made her tits bounce al over the place while I tried to catch them.

Final y succeeding, I gripped them firmly, not wanting to let them escape again. Her nipples felt very hard, a sure sign of her arousal, which I hoped would lead to another powerful joint orgasm. She took over from me, holding her boobs, and began pinching her nipples very hard. Alarm bel s went off in my head as that was a sure sign she was about to crest and I desperately wanted to come together with her. I shouldn’t have worried as when she did crest, the quivering and convulsing of her pussy was so powerful that she took me with her into that abyss of total body-shaking pleasure. As I felt the sperm race up my shaft from my bal s, my body as wel as hers tensed up completely while her internal muscles gripped my shaft.

With every squirt of sperm I pumped into her bel y, another pleasure wave raced through my body. Not only did I get a high dose of dopamine in my brain, but I was also rewarded visual y when I saw Grace’s body tense up, holding her breath, while her back arched. This made her ribcage and boobs stick out while her stomach was completely hol ow. Just for those few seconds while she reached her peak, she

looked like a real sex goddess with her mouth wide open and nothing but air rushing out.

Like in a slow-motion movie, she col apsed on my chest, total y spent, and she was not the only one. I guess we must have both fal en asleep, as the next thing we heard was the door to Grace’s bedroom opening and Nancy sticking her head in.

“Are you awake?”

“Now we are,” Grace grunted.

“Sorry, Mom but I wanted to make sure everything was OK when I found some clothes in the living room.”

“Couldn’t you guess why they were there and we weren’t dear?”

“Sorry again, but I was worried, is everything OK with Amelia.”

“OK, no problem. Amelia went to bed at 7 and we haven’t heard her since, how was your dinner?”

“Oh it was excel ent, they loved Mario’s and they’re now looking forward to meeting the other one in Rome. Unfortunately, I couldn’t tel them much about him as I never was there myself and Gina and Victoria didn’t tel me much about the place when they were over here…”

“Please darling can you tel us al about that later, we would like to get some sleep as we have a busy day tomorrow.”

“Sorry Mom, you’re right, I’l let you sleep,” and she closed the door and tiptoed away.

The next thing we heard was the alarm clock going off at 6:30, Grace’s normal time to get up in the morning. Grace jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom. I was given the grace to enjoy the comfort of her lovely bed a bit longer. A bit was the right word, as 20 minutes later she was back admonishing me to get a move on while she prepared breakfast. She wanted to leave at 8 to make it to Bruges in time for the meeting with the realtor from whom she wanted to buy a luxury apartment downtown. She wanted to show it to Jeff and Rachel to see what they thought of it and if it would appeal to American tourists who were usual y very eager to visit that city.

That would be the last business-related visit we would make, the remainder of the week was strictly reserved for pure touristy visits to our lovely country. After al , this was their annual vacation and they had another business meeting in Italy with Gina and Victoria the next week to discuss and hopeful y seal a deal with them.

When we arrived at 10 at the apartment the realtor was already waiting for us.

Though it was located in the historical part of the city, it was very recently built, total y different from the apartments in Antwerp located in a historical building but

not in the heart of the city. Luxurious it was and rather pricy but from what I could make of it worth every Euro.

According to American standards, Jeff and Rache found the price reasonable and were convinced that it would appeal to the tourists, the only thing posing a bit of a problem was maintenance: we couldn’t have a live-in person to provide the hotel service, but the realtor might have a solution. If Grace bought the place, he would probably be able to work out a solution with his wife, who ran a cleaning service, and his daughter who had a catering service.

The remainder of the day we spent playing the tourist, seeing al the sights, we even included a tour of the canals, after al , Bruges is known as the Venice of the North.

We also visited the beguinage and had a nice lunch in one of the many restaurants on the marketplace where the Belfort is, one of the prominent historical buildings.

Completely knackered, we left around 6 pm, and an hour later we were back home, and as Grace didn’t real y feel like cooking anymore we ordered pizza for dinner.

We watched a movie, American, subtitled so just wonderful for our friends. We warned them that when they went to Italy that same movie would be dubbed in Italian, another smal reason to convince American tourists to come to our smal but lovely country. After the movie, everybody was just too tired to do anything else but hit the sack. I went home to open the shop the next day. Nancy would take our American friends sightseeing in Brussels tomorrow and I guessed when they got back in the evening they would be bushed as wel , ready to drop into bed after their evening meal in yet another special restaurant in Antwerp, built in an old Minerva garage.

As they had no idea what a Minerva was, we explained to them that this was the only Belgian-built luxury car named after the Roman goddess Minerva that had been fairly successful beginning of the twentieth century. During the roaring twenties, it was even the biggest factory in the country employing over 1600 people. The cars were competing with Rol s Royce and were bought by many movie stars.

Unfortunately, the boom ended during the big recession of the Twenties. The garage was one of the last remnants of the brand now turned into a successful restaurant.

Grace had promised me I didn’t need to join them and I would be free the whole next day when she took them to visit Ghent. Until the evening that was, when we would jointly visit the Club in my cel ar, something Jeff and Rachel were real y looking forward to. I shouldn’t forget to contact Petra for the position Grace was offering.

Chapter 55

Jeff and Rachel’s visit to the Club.

Before we realized, it was already Thursday and I had made a booking with Tanja in the club. Grace had planned a fairly light tourist program, visiting Ghent for the day, as the evening would be taxing - at least I expected it would be.