Amsterdam Surprise – her view by sinfulthought

Amsterdam Surprise – her view by sinfulthought ,

The encounter from her point of view

Sarah chuckled as she oiled the muscular body of her dark-skinned partner. “You know,” she smiled, “for a black guy, you have an awfully funny name, Olav.” She laughed again, enjoying to feel the firmness of his body under her hands.

“Oh well,” he laughed, “you know, my mom always had these dreams of meeting a tall Viking guy when she came to Europe. And as she then met my dad, it looked as if her dream had come true. And so they decided to give me this name. I guess, my good old dad was a bit disappointed, I inherited my mom’s skin color!”

She finished her work and looked at him, feeling that familiar stir between her legs she felt, since she first had been with him. She had been quite inexperienced when she met him, but the ecstasy she experienced when they had sex the first time, opened her up and woke her hunger for more. He soon found out about the deeply hidden craving for showing off her lust and introduced her to the club where he worked. She got the black lace mask from her purse and looked at it.

“Still hiding behind the mask?” he asked her smiling, his smile daring her to go on stage without. She hesitated. “I study here,” she said, feeling the challenge in his words. “What if somebody watches the show who recognizes me?” He looked at her as she put it on and smiled. “We both know it will be much more intense without it, don’t we” he smiled, his smile putting subtle pressure on her. She hesitated, feeling his challenge and feeling the sexual thrill of going on stage without being able to hide behind the mask almost physically. “No,” she said, with her voice almost whispering “not yet.”

He smiled, and hugged her in his strong arms. “You’ll be fine” she heard his deep voice and she smiled, knowing she would,as long as he was with her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and the touch of his lips on hers in the darkness of the stage made her heart go faster with excitement. She felt little butterflies in her stomach as she kissed him, feeling his tongue enter her mouth and as the lights went on, she felt a rush of excitement, imagining the eyes of strangers on her almost naked body. His kiss got more passionate and she felt his strong hands on her ass, caressing her firm young flesh through the flimsy, short lace negligee she was wearing until she heard herself moan softly. She felt his arousal grow and press against her crotch and she began to squirm against him, her body, aroused by his caress and the taboo sensation of showing her need and growing lust to everybody in the room.

She broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps and looked at him, watching his calm smile as he moved both of them around until the audience could see them from the side. Her heart was beating like crazy in her throat and she resisted the temptation to turn her head and look at the audience. Her hands caressed his muscular, hairless chest and she moaned softly as she admired his body. She felt her lust rise slowly as the familiar warmth of arousal spread over her face and chest. She slowly knelt down, kissing and licking a wet trail down his body, and felt the oil on it coat her lips. Her tongue traced a nipple and she sucked it in her warm mouth. His hands on her shoulders tried to push her down, but she resisted and let her teeth lightly bite the nipple, making him gasp sharply before she kissed her way further down until she was kneeling on the stage and felt the twitching heat of his cock through the boxers on her lips.

She briefly wondered if there was somebody sitting behind her at the side of the stage, staring at her ass, and wondered if he would see the wetness on her swollen, exposed lips. Her hands caressed the muscular legs as she kissed and licked the manhood through the fabric of the boxers and the heavy, horny breathing she heard from a guy in the room almost made her reach between her legs. She pulled the boxers down, exposing the pulsing shaft to her eyes and the audience.

Just inches from her eyes was it, the cock that changed her life. The cock that had her squirming and screaming the first night they made love. She was scared when she first saw it, 18 cm of thick, throbbing need, so thick she was almost unable to close her fingers around it when she tried to hold it. And when he entered her, she had been begging to stop, whimpering that it was too big, that it hurt, that she would never be able to take it. But it did enter her and soon her scared protests were replaced by moans and gasps of lust as she felt her pussy clench on it, spasming on it, trying to milk the semen from it as she experienced her first orgasm while having a cock in her.

Today was no fear when she looked at it, pulsing in the heat of the spotlights, just admiration. And the desire to do whatever it took to feel it again and again. She licked the shaft, feeling the warmth of the skin on her tongue, she licked it with closed eyes, feeling the veins under its skin on her tongue until her tongue reached the tip of its head where she tasted salty, slightly bitter precum. She kissed its head and then opened her mouth to give the cock the warmth and wetness of her mouth. Despite the hardness of the cock, the cock head felt almost soft as she caressed it with her tongue, teasing the crown until she felt the grip of her lover’s hands in her hair tighten.

She heard other moans from the audience and lewd comments as she took his cock in her mouth. She shivered at the thought she was doing this on stage. She felt a hot wave of embarrassment, but she also felt an equally hot wave of sexual rush that made her sex glow and she knew that this was what she wanted, was, what she … needed. She felt his hips move faster and raised a hand to caress the parts of his shaft that were not in her mouth until he was groaning and pulling her head from his cock. She looked up and smiled proudly at him, knowing that her lips and tongue almost had him cum in her mouth, and admired his self-control once again.

He turned her around and pulled her against him until her back touched his body and held her in his arms, caressing her body through the thin negligee, moving up to caress her firm, small breasts until she felt her hard nipple almost ache against the warmth of his palm. When he opened the first button of her negligee, she finally opened her eyes.

She always opened them at this point of the show. She loved to watch the stares of the men when her breasts were exposed to their stares. She blinked and peeked through the bright light of the spots and looked at a man sitting right by the stage, staring at her, his eyes almost level with her crotch. She looked at him, rubbing her ass against the urging cock that was pressed against her. She moaned and the man’s eyes opened wide when the cock slipped between her legs until it rested between her swollen wet lips, the crown of the cock head nested against her clit. She didn’t need to look down to know it looked as if a short thick cock would be growing between her legs.

Olav had almost opened all the buttons when she broke eye contact with the customer and looked at the tables. Two men in the shadows stared at her, looking like hungry animals that would have jumped on the stage and raped her if there would not have been Olav to protect her.

At the next table was a middle-aged man with a short, grey beard and glasses, his hands folded in each other as if he would be praying, the half-full beer glass in front of him, his eyes also glued to the obscene cock between her legs. She blinked, thinking he looked familiar and then her eyes opened wide behind the mask and a cold fist of fear closed around her stomach when she recognized him.

She squirmed, she had to get out of Olav’s arms, get down from the stage before he recognized her, before her dad, her own dad, recognized her, but his arms were too strong, holding her tight. He had no idea what made her squirm but he held her close and whispered “Shhhhhh.. it’s ok, you’re safe” in her ear. His voice calmed her enough to remember the safety of the mask she was wearing and she leaned against him.

Her heart raced and she felt the hot rush of embarrassment on her face as the thought of being exposed and soon fucked in front of her own dad slowly sank in. She closed her eyes and tried to forget that man in the audience. Olav kissed her neck and she felt his strong hand on her right breast while his right arm held her firmly around her waist, she squirmed as he squeezed her tender breast and then pinched the hard nipple between two fingers. She gasped, the sharp pain making her inhale sharply. But it also had the familiar effect on her clit, making it throb and beg to be touched until she squirmed again. But this time not in an attempt to break free, this time she tried to rub her swollen lips on the veiny shaft.

The sexual thrill of being exposed and watched was stronger than ever and she looked at her dad again, telling herself he could impossibly recognize her behind the mask. ‘He would never expect his baby in such a place’ she told herself with closed eyes, moaning as her negligee was now open and both of her lover’s hands were fondling and caressing her flesh. ‘He will never know it’s me he is watching’ she tried to calm herself as her lover’s fingers pinched her nipples lightly, pinching and twisting them until the sensations were almost too much to bear.

She felt his hands slide down her body and held her breath as they held her thighs just above the knees. She moaned and whimpered in embarrassment, knowing she would soon be totally exposed to everybody in the room. She felt him lift her from the ground, felt his strong arms lift her by her knees, forcing her knees up until they almost touched her breasts and then pulling them apart. She gasped at the thought of her dad seeing her like this and opened her eyes, looking at him.

She saw the expression of disbelief on his face as he stared at the pink, shaved lips of his baby. Lips, that glistened from her arousal, hoovering just an inch above the thick black cock, and deeply inside she wondered if he had somehow recognized her. But she also recognized something else, she felt how he wanted to watch that fat cock impale her, how he desired to see it penetrate her and enter her soft flesh. She shivered, feeling the warmth grow in her at the thought of doing this in front of her own dad.