Straight Male / 53
One Night In Amsterdam
I went to Amsterdam for the annual board meetings and I'm getting a cab called by the concierge and two young women show up, speaking Russian. Both in the early twenties, blonde and built, tattoos and they go to the front desk and then go sit down on one of the lobby couches. I watch and after a couple of minutes, the desk manager calls them over and gives them a key and they go to the elevator and disappear.
I mention this to the cab driver who assures me they are prostitutes and a customer called for them and based on what I had told him they were probably there for something different, two of them and one customer and there were men who wanted something very rough. We talked for a while about this, never using descriptions, just around the bush sort of things, he assuring me that it was everywhere and if I was of like mind he was sure he could arrange for some entertainment for me too.
Being a man who has traveled extensively I am not one to judge and I mentioned to him that if I was going to do something like that I would prefer it be a man, a man with lots of experience. Make it worth my while. No problem, he could arrange that too. My room number, when I would be in the room, and give him my card key and a man would show up.
It was around three, I was half awake because of jet lag and the man opened the door and came in. It was dark so I lay there waiting, his hand came down hard on my neck and he pulled a hood over me, punching me hard in the kidney and loops on my writs and he tied me to bed frame. He pulled my pants off and stuck something hot and sticky up my ass and grabbed my ankles and put loops around them and tied my legs to the bed frame, spread eagled.
I felt his cock on my neck, and his hands down my side, he twisted his toy in my ass, then reached under me and grabbed my balls and squeezed until I cried for him to stop. He told me if I cried again he would gag me, and he squeezed again. At that point I thought maybe I passed out, I felt him pull his toy out of my ass and stick his gloved finger in me and push on my prostate until I oozed out of my dick. His dick then went in, he was over hard, and he fucked for quite some time, starting and stopping and starting again. If he came I don't know, by the time he left my ass was sore and slick with lube.
He left me like that, tied naked to the bed and it wasn't until around 11 the next morning that the maid and the manager walked in and found me with a flower in my ass. I never did return to that hotel and I have wondered ever since if the man who showed up that night was the cab driver, I never paid for the midnight visit.
I mention this to the cab driver who assures me they are prostitutes and a customer called for them and based on what I had told him they were probably there for something different, two of them and one customer and there were men who wanted something very rough. We talked for a while about this, never using descriptions, just around the bush sort of things, he assuring me that it was everywhere and if I was of like mind he was sure he could arrange for some entertainment for me too.
Being a man who has traveled extensively I am not one to judge and I mentioned to him that if I was going to do something like that I would prefer it be a man, a man with lots of experience. Make it worth my while. No problem, he could arrange that too. My room number, when I would be in the room, and give him my card key and a man would show up.
It was around three, I was half awake because of jet lag and the man opened the door and came in. It was dark so I lay there waiting, his hand came down hard on my neck and he pulled a hood over me, punching me hard in the kidney and loops on my writs and he tied me to bed frame. He pulled my pants off and stuck something hot and sticky up my ass and grabbed my ankles and put loops around them and tied my legs to the bed frame, spread eagled.
I felt his cock on my neck, and his hands down my side, he twisted his toy in my ass, then reached under me and grabbed my balls and squeezed until I cried for him to stop. He told me if I cried again he would gag me, and he squeezed again. At that point I thought maybe I passed out, I felt him pull his toy out of my ass and stick his gloved finger in me and push on my prostate until I oozed out of my dick. His dick then went in, he was over hard, and he fucked for quite some time, starting and stopping and starting again. If he came I don't know, by the time he left my ass was sore and slick with lube.
He left me like that, tied naked to the bed and it wasn't until around 11 the next morning that the maid and the manager walked in and found me with a flower in my ass. I never did return to that hotel and I have wondered ever since if the man who showed up that night was the cab driver, I never paid for the midnight visit.
