It was a long way to go for some fun but I’ve been missing out recently, as one or two of my previous Blog posts will bear out, and it was an opportunity to hopefully meet a few of my Midlands friends, which was something I really wanted to do. So what’s a bundle of miles and an extra hour or so travelling when it’s for nice friends?
So, yesterday, I arrived in sunny Derby… (and yes, it really was lovely and sunny…) for an afternoon party at The Attic, a rather exciting venue that I’d never been to before. But, once I was inside and starting to wander around, it felt a bit unusual. You see, I just kept going… on and on… round corners, up and down stairs… into rooms with beds… small beds, medium beds and vast beds… so many beds… and various other interesting cubbyholes too… some softly lit and some in near-darkness… not to mention a large and well-populated cinema! And then there were some rooms with naughty-looking, dungeon-style furniture too… and an actual prison cell! Oh Wow… those rooms always give me such an adorable shiver of apprehension!
So, why unusual, you may ask? Well, I soon lost all sense of direction and distance ‘cos it just went on and on… non-stop… and I was completely lost!
And then I came to the ‘Amsterdam Street’! If you’ve walked through the red light district in Amsterdam, then you’ll have seen the little booths lining the streets with large windows where lovely ladies sit and display their… er… assets… for the whole world to see and for hungry guys to go in and enjoy! For a sum, of course!
Only, in Derby, it was entirely indoors… so no chance of the usual Dutch (or English) rain in here… and no ‘sums’ needed either!
Three nice booths were lined up, each with a large window and a red-painted door and a comfy couch or chaise longue placed in the centre of the window in full view from outside. And then, out of sight round the corner in each booth was yet another large bed… a bit more private though, for when some privacy might be needed. And, what should there be lined all along the corridor facing the three big windows? Of course… a row of comfy chairs and sofas for all those avid ‘students’ of erotica to sit, watch and enjoy!
So, what I found was a huge array of exciting rooms and facilities, all ready for loads of naughty fun but, now, I had a problem. How, in that amazing labyrinth, was I supposed to find my way back to the start?
Ok.. so I managed it eventually, despite not having any string to lay a trail to find my way back… hehe… and, soon with a drink in my hand from the welcoming tgirl behind the Bar, I sat and chatted with a friendly female sitting nearby.
I adore swings… but I’ve never seen this sort in the local park… hehe!
While I’d been trying to find my way around, several men had obviously been very keen to help me with directions, if the hands that continually stroked my thighs and under my little skirt, trying to encourage my bottom into one or other of the nice bedrooms were anything to go by! But I’d only just arrived after a three and a half hour drive so it was a bit too early for me to fall for that one (giggle).
I discovered a few lovely tgirls and enjoyed chatting with them for a while until a male friend, who I had been expecting, came up. He’d been here before so he took me off to show me around the club. I know I’d been round it once already but a second time was helpful, if only so that I could find my way out again later!
Captured… for whatever might be desired…!
He was a really nice guy, chatty and fun, and we soon headed towards the ‘Street’ but, on the way, we explored a few rooms, in one of which he accidentally kicked over my glass of water that I’d placed by my bag on the floor. I mopped that up nice and clean before we headed on and spotted an interesting ‘schoolmaster’s study’. We went in and I just couldn’t resist trying out the Master’s desk for size… not sitting at it, you understand… bending over it, silly! Surely you know me by now?
Anyway, my friend took that as a green light, held me down (not that it was really necessary…. hehe) and started to spank my bottom… hard and painfully. He was trying to make me say that it was me who’d spilt my glass of water, but it wasn’t… really it wasn’t! I’m a good girl and I don’t tell fibs… even when I’m being spanked for telling the truth when a fib might have stopped him. But I s’pose if I had said what he wanted me to say, he’d have only gone on spanking me even harder for telling a fib… a girl really can’t win! (P’raps I should have done that… hehe!)
Outside again, another man came up and said he’d been chatting with me online recently. I confess I wasn’t sure which guy he was ‘cos I chat with so many, but obviously I’d told him I was going to be here and he’d come along to meet me. How sweet of him. Anyway, It was lovely to see him and, having found the ‘Street’ again, I took both of them into a vacant booth and sat down facing the window with the guys each side of me.
Amsterdam Street… outside, looking in!
Outside in the corridor, I spotted three of the tgirls sitting down, with broad grins on their faces, clearly anticipating some naughty antics!
My first guy took out my own cock (which was also now anticipating some fun!) from my little lacy thong, while they both released theirs. I reached out to take them in my hands, one each side, stroking them both gently while mine was getting harder all the time under some yummy attention… and all this in full view of the tgirls and anyone else who happened to wander past outside!
Soon, I stood up, turned and leant down to take one of their cocks in my mouth… which entailed my bottom pointing towards the big window and the guy on my other side. He lifted my little black skirt and started to stroke and play with me back there, toying with my little hole, while I took the other guy’s cock deep into my mouth and throat and worked him hard… er, yes… he was already hard but I worked him hard too… er… well, you know what I mean, I’m sure!
…still outside, looking in!
Then I turned again to do the same for the guy on the other side of me and soon felt some even more yummy attention to my bottom, including what I’m sure was a tongue finding its way into my little hole… oh God… such a gorgeous sensation!
All the time, a hand had been stroking me hard… and deliciously… and it wasn’t long before I had to ask him to stop ‘cos I was in danger of getting too close to the top… at which point, I wouldn’t have been able to stop… and I didn’t want to quite yet!
I swopped between the two guys a few times, back and forth, each time being only too well aware of my naked bottom being on full view to the outside. Well, wasn’t that what the big window was for? Of course it was, but it still felt deliciously humiliating to be doing such naughty things in full view of any strangers who wanted to watch!
It was lovely fun having two cocks in my hands, stroking both at the same time, but after a while, one of the guys needed to get another drink and hopped out, leaving my other friend to take me round the back of the booth. He lay down on the bed, clearly needing some serious and personal attention from me… and did he get it!!! Oh yesssss… he clearly enjoyed me ‘big time’, ‘cos it wasn’t long before he groaned loudly as my mouth filled with his warm, creamy cum.
My other guy never made it back to the ‘Street’…. maybe he got lost in the labyrinth somewhere… and, oh God… maybe he’s still there!
Trying out the pillory! Once locked in, you’d never know who was behind you… ooooohh!
Later, having got permission from the lovely tgirl ‘Management’, I asked my guy if he would take a few photos for me as, by now, many of the guests had already left. After taking several, he too had to leave to catch a train, while I continued to grab a few more photos myself. As I did so, a nice-looking man on his own was hanging around outside the room I was in, so I called to him and we started chatting. He was Scottish and had arrived quite late hoping to meet his tgirl friend but, sadly for him, she’d been unable to get there.
So, there was I, with this lovely man who, after all his effort in getting there (not all the way from Scotland, I hoped…), was going to miss out on a nice afternoon. Seeing how I was about the only girl left in the place by then, I knew I should try to make his visit at least worthwhile. Well, someone had to and, anyway, it’s what I was trained for. And when he told me it was his first time there too, being the generous girl that I am, it wouldn’t have been right to let him go home without something to remember it by? Well, would it?
I remembered that one of the rooms was specially lovely… in semi-darkness, fully mirrored all around the walls and with a huge heart-shaped bed in the middle. That should be perfect… if only I could find it again! After a wild goose chase in the wrong direction, I finally found the room and towed him in.
I lay him down on his back and, thoughtfully, pushed a couple of small pillows under his head so he’d be even more comfy. With his trousers on the floor and his pants round his knees, I lay down alongside him, sliding a nylon-clad leg over his legs until I was straddling him completely with his cock pressed tight beneath my crotch. I gently moved my hips and crotch against him so his cock could feel a little pressure and to get him going a bit, before lifting off and turning round to let my lips go to work in the way they know best!
They rarely seem to fail, my lips… hehe! Even some of the most recalcitrant cocks don’t manage to survive them… and, soon, he was beginning to relax and starting to breathe a little more heavily. I kept my pace gentle for a while to let him relax fully and allow his body to succumb to the sensations it was beginning to feel.
under the spotlight…
Never one to rush things (unless the guy is in a hurry!), I felt him begin to float as his breathing became heavier. I gradually increased my lip work, sliding him deep into my mouth so that my lips pressed against his belly and then out again to use them to squeeze the head of his cock tightly, also lashing the tip with my tongue… again and again.
That did it… hehe… ‘cos his body started to move on the bed, lifting and tensing as his breathing turned into soft groans that increased in volume until, suddenly, I tasted the first traces of his cum as he exhaled a long, loud, groan and my mouth filled with his hot cream as his whole body pumped solidly for some seconds!
I know I’ve said this before but, for a girl like me, it’s such a wonderful feeling to know that I’ve turned a man on so much that he convulses fully in pure ecstasy. And it’s even more exciting when he’s a total stranger ‘cos, even now, I don’t know his name! Anyway, he certainly seemed to enjoy me!
So, two very satisfied people headed off in our separate directions soon afterwards… and I hope you enjoy a few of the photos here from my afternoon.
I like to think that both of you guys (you know who you are!) enjoyed meeting me yesterday! I really hope so.