Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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What a lovely city Amsterdam. The canals, the government buildings, the smoke shops, the dance clubs and the brothels.
I arrived on holiday on the Friday and settled into a routine of rising at noon, an afternoon of sightseeing, then early evening was smoking time, late night was the clubs.
On my third night the crowds were much smaller, it was Sunday night after all.
In my third club, Metro Verdi, I was drawn to a beautiful woman at a table with two other women, so I bought them all a drink, and waited for the waitress to indicate where their bounty came from.
I gave them a nod and a smile, hoping.
Yes, I was waved over.
I don't know how many thousands of dollars I've wasted on women in bars, but these ones would at least show their gratitude with some conversation.
Greta actually showed interest in me, which was fantastic.
She told me that she was a resident of the city, and managed a club herself, but it was a male strip club, and some of the girls she liked to drink with didn't like to go there, so here she was.
I had to wonder why she would want to spend time with me, maybe it was the accent of an American, which everyone says we have, but, of course we don't. I carried an extra 30 pounds (some said 50) and I never lifted weights or jogged. My hair was good, if I got any points for that, but otherwise I had to count on my personality or my paycheck to get any pussy.
The other friends drifted off, or were picked up by other guys, until it was just Greta and I, so I invited her for a late meal and she suggested that we could pass on that and hit the sheets instead!
I was thrilled by the idea of course. Greta carried some extra weight, maybe 20 pounds, but her breasts looked perfect.
She was at least 40, but her face was that of a 20 year old.
We went back to my hotel room, and it got hot right away.
Greta removed her flowing gown with care, explaining that it was quite valuable, she lay it gently on a chair.
Wearing a thin white lace bra and a white thong she looked like a dream come true to me.
She insisted on undressing me, so I stood for her ministrations.
Greta was gentle, though I would have been okay with more speed.
When she was down to my boxers, I was tenting the front well enough that she smiled and showed me with her eyes that she was pleased.
With two hands she snapped my undies to the floor, causing my tool to bounce for her enjoyment.
I may be on the tubby side, but my 8 inches of cock stood out firmly. The gentle curve upwards was a point of pride for me, but the girth caught the eye of most women. Often the lady's wrist was not as thick as my dick.
Greta reached behind and un-clipped her bra, then pulled it off of her shoulders.
The points stayed firm and high while she literally peeled it from her chest. She certainly had some work done here, but I was not complaining.
She left her garter and stockings, but the panties were another matter. She pushed them quickly to the floor, impatient to get to my magic wand!
She pushed me back onto the bed, and relieved me of hanging boxers, then knelt next to me.
She took me in her hands, and popped her mouth onto my dong.
Very few women had even tried to give me oral, but Greta was able to move me the four inches to the back of her mouth, while her hands did the rest.
With her tits bouncing, and her well trimmed snatch only a few feet from my mouth, I could not hold back. She started swallowing and didn't stop until I was done.
As my penis deflated, she moved to put her clothes back on.
"Wait, what about your needs," I whined.
"Oh, you are cute, but you won't be ready for at least 20 minutes would be my guess," she explained, "and I would like our next round to be me riding that monster until I burst," she concluded.
"So I want to hit a club, have a drink and a laugh, then ride you hard."
"Can you handle that," she asked.
I can usually get it back up in 5 minutes, and normally I would push for that, but the prospect of an ongoing fuck with this cougar, was too much to resist, so we headed out.
Just across the street was a Unisex Strip Club. Of course I checked it out the first night, but the swinging dicks were distracting, and not in a nice way.
If the atmosphere kept Greta hot, I was happy to try it again.
We started with a lap dance for Greta, delivered by Carlo.
"How is your husband doing," Greta asked him, proving that she knew at least one stripper.
She tipped well, but didn't get handsy as other women were doing.
After the dance, the manager came over and hugged Greta, then kissed both of her cheeks.
This woman was one of the other girls that were sitting with Greta when I first saw her.
A young stripper came over to dance for me.
She had long blonde hair, full breasts, and a thin waist. Her clothes came off, as they all do, and her body was as good as I've ever seen, but my mind was still thinking about the woman next to me, whom I actually expected to fuck!
I gave this one the same tip that I saw Greta offer, and we left, heading back to my suite.
This time I stripped myself, and met Greta in the middle of the bed. She still wore the stockings, which I found to be silk.
My hands could not have been kept from those tits, short of chains, but I was gentle.
One nipple cried out for my lips, so I bent in to comfort her.
Greta surprised me, with a tube of sex lube. I saw the manager pass her some small packet, and now I knew what it was.
She pushed at least an ounce of the thick lube along the length of my rigid member, then used both hands to spread it in.
