An older woman taught me (22F) how to peg my boyfriend (25M) in a European sex club [FFM]

Several years back, my (now ex) boyfriend and I were traveling in Europe and up for an adventure–any adventure, really. We weren’t quite sure what we were looking for, but the idea of being young and so far away from home, among people who we would never see again, made us giddy with anticipation. Anything could happen.

I stood at the mirror in the hotel bathroom and carefully put my makeup on while he scrolled his laptop, looking for something nearby to do. “There’s a bar that looks cool a few blocks down, some live music up the street, and also…” he trailed off.

“Also what?” I asked.

“Also, a sex club that we could get to in about 25 minutes if we got a taxi. It’s in Rotterdam.”

*A sex club?* I hesitated, realizing that the very thought of it made me nervous. What would we do there? I hadn’t been to one before. We had said we were up for a good time on this trip, but were we ready for *that* kind of good time?

He sensed my hesitancy, “The band playing up the street looks really good.”

I hadn’t danced in a bar in a long time, it did sound fun. But as much fun as the sex club? We’d never fucked in a club, or even in public. I paused for a moment and then said, “Let’s get a taxi.”

We sat in the back to the cab wondering what the night was going to bring. In the hotel room we had looked at the club’s website, but still didn’t really know what we were in for. We knew there was a bar, a communal hot tub, differently themed rooms. What we didn’t know were the norms of the club. How did sex between strangers start there? Is that even what we wanted?

Then the taxi pulled off the side of the road and dropped us off at what looked like a garden opening. The driver seemed to know where we were at because when we settled the tab he gave us a knowing look and said, “Have a good time.”

We walked through the garden entrance and down a long pebble walkway until we were welcomed inside and given a tour. The night was still young so most of the patrons were just sitting at the bar or chatting in various corners of the club. We decided to settle in and got a drink.

After a while we ventured upstairs to see what kind of trouble we could find. We wandered aimlessly through all of the rooms until we found the BDSM room. We stood at the doorway peering in, but nothing was happening. If we went in, it would be just us two.

Hanging from the ceiling was a plank suspended by chains at its corners with handcuffs attached to each chain. He was standing behind me now, his arms wrapping around my waist. He whispered in my ear in a commanding tone that made me wet, “Go lay on that plank.”

I did as I was told. After laying down, he pulled my ass to the edge of the surface and spread my legs. Pointing my toes to the ceiling, he cuffed my ankles to the chains. I was laying on my back, with my legs open, toes pointing to the ceiling.

He made me lay there for a moment, wondering what was going to come next. My exposed cunt was dripping with anticipation and fear. What was going to happen? I couldn’t move without his help. What if he decided to leave me there all night? What if he let other men fuck me? He could have done anything.

But he walked over quietly and bent over so that I could feel his breath on my pussy, and he started blowing. The sensation, coupled with the vulnerability of my exposure, sent chills up my spine. And then he took his tongue and ran it gently up my pussy lips. I gasped.

He started eating my pussy as if it was laid out there for him. I was lost in the moment, moaning intensely and clenching my eyes closed, trying desperately not to cum–I wanted to savor this rare moment of exhibitionism.

And then it happened. A mature, dark-haired woman walked straight up to me and kissed me, lightly at first. She was wearing a vintage style garter and stockings, and her big tits were spilling out of her bra. Her lips were warm and soft, and she slid her tongue in my mouth while I was moaning. We kissed while he continued to lick me, from my clit, all the way down to my tight asshole. As he ran his tongue over my asshole she slid her hands over my tits, down my belly and then into my pussy. My legs still cuffed to the chains, there was nothing I could do but let her finger fuck me while my ass was being gently prodded.

I was so absorbed in what was going on that I didn’t even notice others entering the room to watch. When I looked up from my 2nd orgasm, I realized that we were surrounded. People stood in a circle around the plank. Watching me arch my back and convulse in pleasure on the table, while the two of them stretched me open and licked and finger fucked me.

She climbed on top of me, straddling my belly so I could no longer see between my legs. But I felt a cock slide inside my ass. Was it his cock? Or another one? It felt like his, but I couldn’t be sure–it was all so intense. And I couldn’t lift myself enough to see much more than her gorgeous hanging breasts.

She leaned over me, her big titties swaying in my face. I nudged one out of the bra, taking my tongue and running it over her nipple. She moaned, and then I saw a look of concern on her face. I sucked a little hander and then I discovered why–she was lactating!

Though she was worried I would shrink back, I just got more excited. I started licking and sucking her nipples until they really let down. I couldn’t move; I was chained up and she was on top of me. Milk started running into my mouth, on my face, down my chest. I licked every drop I could. It was sweet and warm. But there was so much. As she leaned down to kiss me, our full breasts pushed up against one another, her milk leaked out all over my chest. She rubbed her milk all over my cheek with her fingers, then brought them to my lips and into my mouth. With her fingers pressed against my tongue, I looked up at her face and I saw it. Her expression revealed that she was being fucked from behind. Her fingers carelessly dangled from my mouth while she moaned.

But by who? By my man? I didn’t even care at this point. I watched excitedly and she came to orgasm and then collapsed on top of me. She gave me one last kiss, and said sweetly in my ear, “Merci.”

She was a French speaker. I didn’t even know her name! Was she just going to walk off? Was that all?

Then I saw her say something to my partner as they were cooperating to take my cuffs off. He nodded his head yes, smiled and motioned to the door. I had no idea what was going to happen next. I had cum so many times on the table I wasn’t even sure if I could stand. But I managed to collect myself just enough to follow them–I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to see how far this would go.

The three of us entered a room that was more private. We all sat down on the bed. I could tell they had a plan, but I didn’t know what it was. She opened her bag and to my surprise, pulled out a strap-on. I wasn’t even sure if she spoke English, but I gave it a shot.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked.

“No,” she responds. “It’s for him.” Her accent was so erotic.

I looked over at him. I had never fucked him before and wasn’t sure how he would respond. He nodded excitedly. She seductively pulled the harness up over my hips and buckled it at my waist. She also handed me some lube. I told her that we hadn’t done this before and I was nervous. She looked at me and then whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ll make it easy.”

She spread the lube over my hands and our fingers wove together. She pulled my hands to his ass, commanding him to get on his hands and knees and put his ass in the air. I was surprised by how quick he was to take orders. I hadn’t seen this side of him before!

She took my fingertip and massaged his asshole with it. He tightened up when he felt my finger. She saw and took his head and pushed it against her swollen breasts and encouraged him to relax. He let his head rest on her ample tits, and I could feel him let go. She pet his head, saying, “Good boy, relax for mommy.”

She took the tip of my silicone cock and started to guide it in. At first he resisted, but as she ran her hands down his back, and stoked his hair he started to open up. A little more pressure, and a little more, until I got past the tight ring and slid all the way inside. When I did, everything changed. He started moaning. Loudly. Deep guttural moans that I had never heard from him before. They started kissing, and then he pulled his lips away from her mouth, only to look back at me and say, “Fuck me harder.” I smacked his ass with a loud crack, and said, “Say it louder for everyone to hear.”

“Fuck me harder,” he said, over and over. I grabbed his hips and started fucking him as hard as I could. Beads of sweat were running down his back. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it back with a fist full of hair while she grabbed his cock. She stroked him while I took his ass from behind. My nerves were firing off everywhere in the heat of the moment. When the pace quickened I felt the toy start to rock back and forth against my clit. Harder. Harder. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep it up. My thighs were shaking with an orgasm. I gripped his hips tighter and with one last thrust we both let out a loud cry. He came all over the bed while I collapsed against his back gently humping out my last climax.

She stood up, requested her stuff back, and looked over to me with a sweet smile, “Bon soir.” She walked out of the room.

After we cleaned up, we rode back to the hotel in silence. There was nothing left to say, we just smiled all the way back to our room.

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