Slechts Groot : Part two

When Dave left, Kees had not only initiated a plan for Jaimie to do the 10 PM show. He began several other plans within the following several weeks. One plan started only three days ago, with a simple phone call to one of his most affluent Slechts Groot members. His name was Arman. Arman had both a unique physical attribute and unusually kinky sexual pursuits. When he heard of Jaimie, Arman arranged to leave his business affairs as quickly as he could and travel the hundreds of miles to Amsterdam.

On yet another third night of work for Jaimie, Kees had once again arranged a major shocker. Arman arrived in the city earlier in the evening and, after registering at his upscale hotel, came directly over to Aardbei. It was about 10 PM when Kees introduced Arman to Jaimie. He needed to do little else. Though he did leave Jaimie with an indication that she take her time, 'all the time you need', with Arman.

Arman was a muscular black from upper France. He tried to combine business trips to Amsterdam with visiting Aardbei. If there was no business excuse, then he just visited Amsterdam for Aardbei. He trusted Kees and the high standards of Aardbei. This trip? This trip was one hundred percent because of Jaimie. He believed that Jaimie was exactly what he was looking for: a beautiful white American, who was married, new to the business and with a pussy that he could ream out.

Arman did not worry about the social graces or booth visits. He took Jaimie straight to one of the larger rooms. There was loud R&B music out in the lounge, and Arman asked if she felt comfortable doing just a short little dance to it. He wanted her to show off her body, while he sat on the edge of the bed. He, of course, did not know that Jaimie was a real trained dancer. Her perfectly timed bumps and slithering movements were even better than what he had in mind. He may have allowed her one song, but that was all he could take. He grabbed her and pulled off her only article of clothing, her thong, and told her that he thought she was lovely. She sincerely thanked him and thought that they were going to proceed straight into action. But, surprisingly to Jaimie, he just wanted her to sit beside him and talk for a while.

It turned out that his head trip included getting to know the girl, know all about someone like a boyfriend, fiancee or husband and figure out the exact relationship between the girl and that other person. He then would love to use the knowledge gained for some verbal and mental S&M that was more in the mastering category. It was as if he was trying to do a mental and physical change to the girl, finally fucking the daylights out of the girl as he got her to admit things that were nasty about herself, her relationship or perhaps even demeaning to her male friend.

With his straight ahead inquiries, it really did not take him long to find out a lot about the young American couple. He soon learned about how Jaimie met Kees and how she started at Aardbei. More personal quizzing revealed Dave's 6 inch equipment. Arman still had his clothes on. And she felt a little uncomfortable when he asked about the sizes that she was beginning to prefer during her work. She was unsure whether her answer would make him feel better or worse about his own penis. But he pressed the issue strongly, and wanted her to tell her true feelings. The appeal reminded her of Dave's requests, and she found it easy to comply with.

Jaimie told him how she was being very entertained by all the extreme variations. She described, in detail, her positive experiences with the larger penises. He even got the information about how small Dave had felt to her after work. It was at this point when Arman learned that Dave had returned to the USA, and that Jaimie was enjoying her Aardbei experiences and, literally, cuming more than ever. Instead of feeling bad about that, she admitted getting a sort of a kinky reward by thinking about her husband being gone as strange men fucked her with such intensity and with such great equipment.

And she wondered, "Did that help? I mean, was that what you wanted to know?"

"Jaimie, I get this feeling that this has been more than for money. You describe a sort of sexual awakening that has occurred in short order. Or is it older than that?" The last was said with a lilt that Jaimie could only interpret as jovial acknowledgement.

"Yeah, I had wondered about the business even before my dancing. But the dance really put me 'on stage'. The pick up lines increased big time with the dancing. And, of course, I saw other dancers who really used dance to attract customers for other activities. So, I at least wondered. And the more pure sex part of it? Marrying Dave did not stop me from thinking about other men. I often wondered what it would be like to have sex with those other men. Well, I guess that have to say that Kees's club is letting me experience what was a fantasy. And, on average, at least here, it has been better than I thought it would be. Much better!"

Arman was pleased to hear her attitude. He sat there with his arm around Jaimie, as he began to explain a little about his turn on: that it involved new and beautiful women who enter the business, that just like silly young boys who feel a strange accomplishment about busting cherries, he loved catching a beginning prostitute, that he loved the conflict between marriage vows and pure sex, and, for lack of any better term, he loved cuckolding the husband along with the permission and participation of the wife.

Jaimie thought that she might have understood the first part of what he said. She was still weighing the stuff about cuckolding, as he stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. He very purposefully stood with the zipper of his baggy trousers directly in front of Jaimie's face. Her reaction to assist was immediate. As she undid his belt and first started the zipper down, she noted no underwear. Down a little more and a loud gasp came from Jaimie. And he smiled with pride as he finished taking off the shirt.

She had found the biggest penis that she had ever seen. And recently, she thought that she had seen and felt some really big ones through her services at Aardbei. But this was 'something else'. It was obvious why Arman wore no underwear. This man seriously had to allow for his penis to drop down a pant leg. What she saw did not appear to be hard. Yet, it dangled down at least eleven to twelve inches, and was about two and a quarter inches wide all the way to its tip. It had notably large veins that protruded in many directions throughout its length. Her immediate thoughts were 'If Arend could play a very good doggy with his special penis, then Arman could play a pony with this.'

"Jaimie, I wanted to actually talk more. It is just that I thought you should see my size before we did any more of that talk." And he took off his shoes, socks and removed the pants. Now, he was more nude than Jaimie; admittedly, there wasn't much difference in degree, yet, she did still have high heels on. And he sat down beside her.

"Arman. Let me guess. You normally go across the hall to Slechts Groot?"

"Ah, you've figured out that Kees is not being biased against either side. And you may have also figured out that Slechts Groot members can go anywhere that they want. The little guys just can't come over to our side. To go over there, you need both the size and a lot more money. Those are the discriminatory rules that Kees set up on purpose. It's just that every once in a long while, someone like you lands over here at Aardbei. And, when that happens, I want to start my project as soon as possible. Yes, I can see you are more curious than ever about what I am trying so hard to tell you."

While he was speaking, Jaimie very slowly reached over to his huge penis. She began to fondle it, primarily to see what it might look like full. Arman told her that was sweet, but that he usually did not do well till he got silly stuff like explanations completely behind him. As she continued to hold on to him, he tried to speed up the verbal. An 'OK. 'Out with it' mentality took over'.

And he began to explain that his trip was to find a beautiful beginner like Jaimie. He always hoped for the girl to have a fiancee or husband. And then he would slowly make her pussy his shape. It would take multiple visits. And he and Jaimie would share their real thoughts about what was happening to her and, in turn, what would happen to her husband. Just as he believed she was truthful in telling him her Amsterdam visit details and her preference for the bigger penises, he wanted her to also feel free to tell him other things when the two of them got together. Things that might stimulate both of them. Oh, and he promised to be very slow and easy during this first night of sex.

One thought of the moment that he did not immediately share with Jaimie was how much he desired that she be in his list of girls; that list that now comprised over thirty beautiful young women, each who might be thought of as one of his special harem. For, when he saw any of those women, he was proud that every one of them now carried a vagina that, at least, had his shape and size. Oh, perhaps, if she worked at Slechts Groot, her organ might be bigger. But if a girl stayed at a brothel like Aardbei, or, say, quit the business, then it could be said that her 'pussy was forever Arman's'. That was the kink, the absolute or ultimate satisfaction, for Arman. He intended to only mention that lust to Jaimie after he had the process well under way.

"Can you be very careful with this?" And Jaimie held up approximately a third of Arman.

"Yes, Jaimie. I can, as you say, be 'very careful'. I am interested in far beyond tonight."

She said nothing. Rather she got serious about stroking him. Pulling, extending and generally seeing what would develop within her hands. When his talking seemed done, she did note that it began to grow again. And she intended to help it with her jacking. As well, she bent over to lick on its head. That seemed to help a lot. It was growing more than she thought that it would. Finally, what was jacked up to full hardness was a real monster. She understood the preparatory talk better now. For, in her hands was a real 14.25 inches in length and 2.75 inches in width. It weighed many pounds and was very hard.

She looked up at his face, "I don't think I will ever be able to take this."

"You will be able to, Jaimie. But, as I told you, I intend to go slowly. I, more than anyone, realize what is necessary and how to do it. May I try?"

"Yes. You may try. I was really never going to say no." With that said, she stroked with more strength, and increased her rate a great deal. While she worked on Arman, Jaimie thought about what she had in her hands. At least mentally, she acknowledged that she 'had not been forewarned about something this big'. Once, Dave had shown her an old black and white 16mm film of a guy considered abnormally large or 'a freak'. The film made its stag party rounds based on the man's size. Arman was bigger!

While Jaimie worked on him, he returned the favor by massaging her with lubricant and doing extended slow stretches of her pussy. Many of those stretches, of course, more than momentarily interrupted Jaimie's effort. But the two were working together well as a team. As they worked up, he would periodically quiz her about sex life details. Things like her husband's size almost had to be topics. He wondered if she and her husband had talked about what would happen to beautiful Jaimie's pussy, if she became, then continued to be, a pro for a duration of say, perhaps many months.

She told him that they had discussed the topic a lot. That they had detailed many such fantasies during their own sex. And she made joking reference to what she had in her hands as being beyond Dave's fantasies about what his wife might fuck 'on the job'. She added that 'by the way', she did love her job. Her sweet smile instantly made the change into a rounded 'Oh' look, when Arman seemed to have hit the spot with his fingers.

After each massaged the other for a while longer, Arman suggested that Jaimie lay on her back. And before he started, he reminded her that Kees knew this was going to be nice and slow. That is why Arman would be her last customer of the day. Then he Vaselined her up again and jacked a heavy amount up and down his shaft. Then, just as he had promised, he started into her slowly. After all the work up tonight, Arman was attempting to put at least over 12 of his inches into Jaimie, while spreading her over 2.75 inches wide; and that, quite seriously, was a conservative estimate. Jaimie started breathing heavy and readying herself, well, as much as she could. She could only theorize about ever having a baby, so it was fair to also theorize about what his penis could do to her, 'is this sort of like having a baby put back into you?'.

Slow smooth stretching continued. So slow that many minutes would go by with him at a certain goal post, thus, allowing her pussy time to fully expand without shock. And that surprised Jaimie, for she felt his monstrous size, but not as a pain. She just felt it as the smooth stretch, filling and over-filling. Everything in her pelvis was being carefully moved out of the way as Arman proceeded. Jaimie had proven that she could take 11 to 12 inch penises during the 10 PM show. But the extra two to three inches in length, and almost another whole inch in width, was, at least temporarily, really going to stretch her to a new extreme.'Right down to her very fiber' took on new meaning for Jaimie.

Every few minutes, Jaimie would shudder. Sometimes that became a complete orgasm. Sometimes it led right into another shudder or gasp. 'Impale' is really the appropriate word for what was being done to Jaimie. Arman intended to take each movement to the limit of pleasure. Occasionally, he knew he needed to exceed that limit, so that she could go back to receiving even more pleasure later. He needed her vagina to stretch to his basic motionless size before he could ever hope to stroke her with it. He was very patient and persistent. She did keep stretching.

Gasping, panting, she looked down at her belly and saw a smooth mound up to her belly button. In her case, about

6 to 7 inches in from her opening. A very fast, almost Valley Girl of the era, delivery, "Oh, ma God!"

Such sayings were not normal for her. But, then, this was not a normal situation. He just grinned and pressed on.

"Ugh, ummmm, huff, puff, huff, puff", was the peak of her usual vocabulary during the process. But. Arman certainly did want more than that out her. When he got her stuck on him real well, he had planned to have a little conversation with her! Before he talked with her, he needed to work at least a couple more inches into her. To help with that, he decided that it was time to start the first twisting and reaming motions. Those immediately made Jaimie gasp and cry out. So, he slowed down again, but then started right into twisting once again. In that way, he was able to start a smooth circular twist.

The twisting and a little forward push got him another couple of inches into her. Jaimie looked down at her belly again and saw the mound extending above her belly button. She put her hand on her belly and felt along the hard protrusion. That just shocked her more, and, in turn, led to still another cum for Jaimie. Arman would occasionally twitch his connection with Jaimie. 'Oh, wow!' would be the typical response by Jaimie.

He looked down at her red cheeks, bright wide eyes, and open mouth. "How does that feel, Jaimie?'

"You know that you don't even have to ask! Just wonderful. Ugh. Oh. Uh. Oh. Oh. Oh... w_o_n_d_e_r_f_u_l!"

He bent over her, with his mouth down to her right ear, arched and pushed forward his pelvis. More of him went in.

And he whispered in her ear, asking if she like being so connected. She told him how she loved the feeling, how she loved him being so deep inside her, and that no one had ever been so deep inside her. As she said such things, Arman would twitch or twist, as if to help her emphasize her delivery, to help her put even more emotion into each statement. It always increased the dynamics of the statement. Sometimes, it was so obvious that she would break into a chuckle or straight out laugh after one of his physical punctuations.

He asked, "If your husband were in Amsterdam, would he want to have sex with you tonight?"

"Ah, eeeeeee, Oh, god. Yeah, he'd want to."

Arman stayed in her while he took her left ankle and pulled it up above his shoulders, turning her on her right side. Then he put it in as deep as he could with her in that scissors position. He was cautious, knowing very well that it was easy to go deeper in that position. Keeping more than a few inches outside, he ground a little and spent time stretching her width. After 10 or so minutes of working her on her side, he rolled her over onto her belly. He then picked up her rear, pulled it out towards him, placed her knees up under her chest, and proceeded to enter her doggy, or, as she had earlier thought about his equipment, perhaps more like in a pony style.

He twisted and reamed, but got no further in, for the moment. He had given her over 50 minutes of slow stretching in those other positions. And he actually was losing a little of his extreme control; he was wanting to stroke and build to a cum of his own. Yet, he still wanted to be careful with her. There was more than minor frustration in proceeding with his balancing act.

He flipped her onto her back, returning to the missionary position that he started with. But, now she really was more stretched, and he was hoping that she could take some real fucking. At this stage, she was also pretty 'wild' about what was happening to her. His thought was, that if he went back to a little talk, he might maintain his control for a short while longer. At the same time, he was looking to take advantage of her 'wild' and set her up for rewarding him more at a later time.

He slowed down again. With almost no movement, he asked more detail on how Dave had felt to her when she went home after fuckings at Aardbei. He was pleasantly surprised how quickly she replied that she sometimes, at least for brief moments, did not even feel Dave. Jaimie qualified that by specifying that he was not wide enough to, at all times, rub both sides of her vagina. And that his length already was unable to reach the top of her vagina.

"Mmmmmm. Ooooooh. Geez... Yours feels so fantastic. I could really get spoiled."

"Better than average?" A silly smile, and for the first time in a minute or so, he pushed in.

After she squealed, she regained her composure enough to answer. "Oh, god... There is no comparison. Yours is fantastic. A different world!"

"Would you tell your husband that?"

"Sure!"

"Would you like for me to come and visit you here again?" He tenses and expands a little.

"Oh, yes. Oh. Uh. Oooooh. Yes. Yes. Yes!"

"I really love hearing that." Now, he had it in her deeper than ever. His thickness made getting in a little over 11 inches a real accomplishment. Yet, there still was over three more inches outside of her.

Arman tensed again and literally slid Jaimie up the sheet an inch or two by pushing against her pussy. With that move, she came a lot, arched and quivered throughout her muscles. To her, the feeling was just overwhelmingly powerful. Jaimie's body reacted in an entirely differently manner than she was used to it doing. For with Arman stuck so deeply and tightly into her, it was just impossible for her to not cum. He started his first real stroking.

Only moving in and out a couple of inches, still he was stroking. And she was attempting to move into some regular breathing rhythm. At the same time, she began to oscillate her pelvis to help accommodate Arman. Her hands finally broke away from their grip on the sheet and began massaging his shoulders. The couple was, quite literally, getting it all together. In an attempt to both proceed on their project of getting it into her and to obtain her immediate attention, he used the moment to push in straight ahead deep again, and keep pushing. A fast startle type gasp came out of Jaimie's mouth.

He kept it in tight and asked, "Do you remember what I said that I love to do to a very few beginners?"

She nodded her head between rapid breathes. He stopped moving, and detailed for her the rest of his special fuck trip. He finally told her about the 30 plus beautiful women, who he can think of or see again, and absolutely know that their vaginas are the shaped like his own penis. She looked down at her belly, saw the mound now extending above her belly button, and she pressed down upon her belly and the massive penis beneath. Her face displayed a little anxious smile, a slightly worried brow, and the bright green eyes that focused directly on Arman's face. He moved a little.

"Oh. Oh. Oh."

"I know that you have been here at Aardbei only a matter of weeks. But do you think that you can already say what you like and want out of just the sex alone?" And he twitched within her. The equivalent of an internal wink?

"I know what I like! That you just did is in the list."

Smiling, "As it was meant to be." And he did a couple of more as rewards.

Very serious, "Like with asking for a date to the prom or to some other type of sweet 'normal' engagement, I put off. I hesitate. OK, so now I will ask. Will you become one of my girls?"

She looked back down at her belly and blew a couple of big exhales. "Oh, yeah..."

"Sure?" He stroked with a couple of radically different four to five inch slides. He watched her surprised face. "You know your husband will be smaller than ever to you." And he stroked her with five to six inch thrusts.

"He said he wanted me to do it." She really squealed with one of his last that hit deep. "He seems turned on. He knows I am getting big men."

And then he really fucked her for about five minutes. Still working with three inches outside of her, he seemed to be accomplishing a lot for her. Much ooohing and aaahing and cuming that hit notable peaks.

"'Sure' means I make your pussy mine. OK?"

"OK! Make it..."

And he twisted and ground and hit as deep as he thought he could get away with at that moment. She screamed loudly. His movements made some small stretching tears in her inner ring. It was just a minor demonstration for her. He wanted her to know that 'change' really meant change. And though her eyes went wide and a tender shock came across her face, she had an interesting response.

"Well, I feel that you have started. Uh. Uuuuh. Aaaaaaaah. Seems...for...'sure'..., now."