**Tourist Trouble**
Jenny’s mind was starting to clear. The fog her brain was in started to dissipate as the effects of the hash brownie wore off, but she still felt giddy and excited. All she knew was her jaw ached. Rob’s cock was slamming in and out of her mouth as he grunted above her leaning over the table. She heard a slapping sound before each of Rob’s grunts and knew he was being whipped or paddled. At least she hoped it was her husband but from the feel and taste, she was pretty sure it was her husband.
Her mind searched back through the evening. They had been exploring Amsterdam together. They had explored the canals and sights throughout the day taking in the city’s ambiance. Toward evening, they had stopped into a coffee shop close to the infamous red-light district. Throwing off their mantle of suburban American caution, they had partaken in some hash brownies and other edibles. Afterward, Jenny and Rob had wandered the streets of the red-light district with the other tourists gawking and amazed at the different women plying their services in the windows. Women of all shapes and sizes beckoned to them and they had watched men going to the girl’s doors to make their deals for a few minutes of pleasure.
Jenny remembered the brick building with the red light and heavy wooden door. People were going in and out laughing, drinking and having a good time. She wasn’t sure who’s idea it was to go in but when they did they had entered a different world. Women and men strolled about barely dressed. Jenny remembered that she was becoming aroused and from the looks of the bulge in Rob’s pants, he was too. She remembered a woman approaching them. She was a tall, slender, dark skinned African woman with thick accent and wore a tight leopard print corset. Her ample breasts set on a shelf of underwire with her nipples, that looked like Hershey kisses, staring at them. The woman had introduced herself as Mistress Monique. The couple had stared at her in shock when she had offered her services to the couple. In their inebriated state they had agreed with plenty of giggling and followed the woman down a hallway to her room.
Jenny’s mind was reeling as she knelt under Rob. His cock was thrusting in and out of her mouth. She didn’t mind sucking him but as she tried to move her head, she realized that she couldn’t. Chains connected the collar around her neck to the bottom of the table on either side of her trapping her motionless as his cock rammed in and out of her mouth. The sound of the paddle against his ass sent echoes through the room along with the thumping techno music. She tried to think back.
When they had entered the room, Jenny had been surprised to see the small room was arranged with not only a bed but a St Andrews Cross that stood in the corner and a table that occupied the center of the room with manacles and chains on it. They had stumbled into a BDSM club and their hostess was a paid dominatrix.
Jenny realized she was under the table she had seen with Rob’s cock in her mouth. She remembered negotiating a price with Mistress Monique and her providing them with a safe word. What was it? She couldn’t remember. Even if she could, how could she use it with the cock filling her mouth. Jenny pulled at the handcuffs binding her wrists behind her. She was trapped. Another smack and she heard Rob grunt and thrust his cock deeper into her mouth. Jenny’s mind was reeling.
The next thing she remembered was that the statuesque woman had stood in front of the couple and made them suck her nipples. They had giggled, and both received a slap across the face for their impudence. It wasn’t a hard slap, but Jenny still felt the warm feeling on her cheek where the woman’s gloved hand had connected. Both Rob and her, had taken each of her nipples into their mouth and Jenny remembered thinking that it hadn’t tasted like chocolate at all, but the taut bud became even hard between her lips as she had sucked. She remembered becoming more aroused herself as she sucked the other woman’s nipple. When Mistress Monique had pushed them away and ordered them to strip, the couple had giggled and quickly divested their clothes. Jenny remembered feeling a pang of embarrassment as she undressed under the watchful eye of the beautiful dominatrix. She had circled the couple appreciating their nakedness and uttering a few disdainful remarks toward them in her native language. Most of her disdain seemed to be directed at Rob Jenny remembered.
Mistress Monique had ordered Rob to lay back on the bed and then manacled his limbs to each of the four corners. Trapped, Rob had raised his head and looked up at Jenny with a silly grin as the hash clouded his senses. The grin disappeared when Mistress Monique had slapped his erection hard with a riding crop. Rob had yelped in pain and surprise. She ordered Jenny to straddle Rob’s head and Jenny remembered the feel of his hot breath on her pussy as he started to instinctively lap at her. In his altered state, he probed his tongue around her folds missing her clit but making her feel good all the same. Mistress Monique, sensing his inadequate oral technique, kept up her onslaught against his erection and balls. Jenny remembered feeling his breath against her every time he yelped in pain. Finally, she had ordered Jenny off Rob’s face and Jenny remembered looking down at her trapped husband with his face covered in her wetness and his erection throbbing red from the abuse.
Mistress Monique had led Jenny to the St Andrews Cross in the corner and she remembered watching as if from a distance as the beautiful woman had affixed her limbs to the cross. Jenny had watched in a daze as the other woman raised her arm and fastened a manacle around it trapping it above her head. She remembered feeling a rush of excitement as she watched the scantily clad black woman as she walked back to Rob. The twitch of the woman’s hips and bubble shaped bottom had aroused Jenny.
Mistress Monique had whispered something in is ear and turned his head toward Jenny. She would find out later the dominatrix had chastised him for not pleasuring Jenny to orgasm and that she was going to show him how it was done. The dominatrix had returned to Jenny after picking up a large black dildo from a table. It was only then that Jenny had noticed the straps running around the tall woman’s waist and upper thighs with the plug on top of her pubic mound. Affixing the dildo to the plug, she had liberally coated it with lube as she had approached Jenny. She had tried to move her arms and legs but was trapped against the polished wood as the beautiful woman approached and took her chin in her hand. Roughly pointing Jenny’s lips upward toward her, Mistress Monique had kissed Jenny passionately. Jenny remembered the surge of wetness between her legs as the beautiful woman kissed her. Her arousal had surprised her. Looking past the dominatrix, she had seen Rob watching the scene with his cock throbbing.
Stooping, the tall woman positioned the tip of the dildo against Jenny’s opening and slowly pushed it inside her. It didn’t feel like a man’s penis as the cold lubricated phallus entered her but had still felt incredible as it filled her completely. Taking Jenny’s face roughly in one hand, she forced her to look into eyes. Mistress Monique’s big dark eyes set in the deep ebony skin sent arousal through Jenny as Mistress Dominique had taken her breast roughly. Trapped in place, Jenny accepted the dildo moving in and out of her with each flex of the dominatrix’s hips as she fondled her.
Trapped standing up, suburban housewife Jenny, was being fucked by another woman. It hadn’t taken long for the talented woman to bring Jenny to climax. Jenny remembered thrashing and pulling against her binds as the tall woman had thrust into her. The thick black dildo had filled her more than Rob usually did with its longer length and girth. Jenny had cried out and thrown her head back as her orgasm had rocked her body as the other woman had fucked her. As her orgasm died away, she remembered looking over at Rob as he watched in astonishment.
Mistress Monique had withdrawn from her and Jenny remembered slumping exhausted against the manacles holding her wrists as she watched the woman walked back to Rob. Jenny had watched as the dominatrix had released Rob and led him to the table. He followed behind her like a lost puppy. Fastening the manacles to his wrists, she had bent him over the table then affixed his ankles to each of the table legs trapping him. Returning to Jenny she had released her and helped her stand on weakened legs. They felt wobbly as she had allowed herself to be led to the table. Mistress Monique had placed the tight collar around her neck then forced her under the table in front of Rob. Jenny remembered the sight of his abused erection still pink and throbbing from its abuse. She gave it small kiss on the tip before Mistress Monique grabbed her by the chin and told her no. Jenny had obeyed. The dominatrix fastened chains to the collar on two sides and hooked them to eye bolts under the table. Taking Jenny’s jaw roughly in her hand, she had forced her mouth open and the guided Rob’s throbbing erection into it.
That’s when the spanking had begun, and Jenny’s mind had begun to clear. With each slap and groan from Rob, his hips flexed, and his cock moved in and out of Jenny’s mouth. Her jaw ached. She was glad it wasn’t Mistress Monique’s fake cock stretching her lips instead of Rob. The punishment of Rob’s bottom continued as the slaps of the paddle echoed in the small room. Jenny knew it was a paddle when it was finally dropped on the floor with a dull thud. She looked at it out of the corner of her eye as Rob’s cock rested in her mouth. She could taste his pre-cum as it leaked from him. She worked to catch her breath.
Jenny heard Mistress Monique whisper something to Rob. She couldn’t hear what she said then she heard Rob mutter, “No!”
“That’s not the safe word,” Mistress Monique tut-tutted in her thick accent then Rob tried to say something else before the ball gag was placed in his mouth. Jenny’s eyes searched wildly under the table but her only view was of Rob’s erection and balls in her mouth and directly in front of her. She looked won at his bare feet. A few seconds later, she saw the high black vinyl boots of Mistress Monique appear between Rob’s legs. It was then, she knew what Rob was saying no to.
A moment later, Rob’s cock was pushed further into Jenny’s mouth as Mistress Monique settled her weight against him and the table. His groans filled the room as the dominatrix began to fuck him. Jenny hoped she was using a smaller dildo than she had on her as she worried about the state of her poor husband’s rectum. Slaps resounded through the room as Rob was spanked while being sodomized. Each thrust forced his cock deep into Jenny’s mouth. She could taste his pre-cum and excitement as his prostate was stimulated.
The thrusting behind Rob grew harder and Jenny heard his loud muffled grunts as he accepted the dildo into his rectum. The manacles and chains holding him to the table thrashed and clanged with each thrust. Jenny knelt underneath him and accepted his cock into her mouth. She felt it swell in her mouth as he neared his orgasm. Jenny had finished him in her mouth before but not under these circumstances. She usually had time to make it to the bathroom to spit his cum out in the sink. Trapped underneath him, Jenny quickly began to contemplate how this was going to end. Her answer came quickly from Mistress Monique.
“Not one drop of his seed will hit my floor, or you will lick it up while I whip you,” she told Jenny as she thrust into Rob.
Jenny braced herself for the inevitable and only a few seconds later received Rob’s load. It shot from him like a fire hose. The sheer volume of semen surprised Jenny as it filled her mouth. With his cock probing deep into her, she didn’t have a choice but to swallow it all. Rob’s grunts and loud groan told her his orgasm was more than satisfying as he emptied himself into her mouth. With a final shudder, he collapsed fully against the edge of the table in spent exhaustion. His erection began to soften until it slipped from Jenny’ lips and she licked them nervously to remove his salty taste. Her lips felt bruised and swollen.
Mistress Monique quickly released them from their binds and helped Jenny crawl from under the table. She handed them both a towel and ordered them to dress. They obeyed her command and dressed in silence neither one wanting to look the other in the eye. The dominatrix cleaned the room and watched them with a smug satisfied smile on her beautiful face.
Finally, she held the door open signally them to leave. As they walked past, she placed a strong hand on Jenny. Jenny felt another surge of excitement that maybe the evening wasn’t over as the tall woman smiled down at her. Her full lips were painted in a deep shade of red lipstick
“Two orgasms. Two tips. More money.” Mistress Monique held out her hand waiting for them to give her the money. For the first time since crawling out from under the table, Jenny looked at Rob. His faced blushed a deep shade of crimson. He handed over another fifty Euros on top of the money they had already paid the dominatrix. They watched as she tucked the bills between her large breasts and slowly squeezed them together. Jenny felt herself wishing for another taste of her hard nipples.
Mistress Monique pointed toward the exit. The couple silently walked out of the building and jumped when the door slammed behind them. The effects of the hash having worn off, they were left with the memory of their experience at the hands of the dominatrix. Rob walked stiffly to a bench and gingerly sat down.
“I couldn’t remember the safe word,” Rob said quietly as he sat in stunned silence staring straight ahead.
“I couldn’t either. Even if I could, your erection was in my mouth.”
“Can we never talk about this again? At least not for a while?” Rob looked at her. Jenny put her arm around him and rested her head on his shoulder.
“You sure you don’t want to come back tomorrow night?” She tried joking with him as she looked up at him with a tired smile.
“No. I’m good. You can if you want.” Rob let out a long sigh and gave her a weak grin.
Jenny thought for a moment. Thoughts of the beautiful statuesque dominatrix dominating her began to arouse her again. Closing her eyes, she thought about the woman’s dark ebony skin and plump hard nipples. Jenny squirmed as she felt the wetness between her legs.
“Maybe I will,” Jenny said softly.
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