Semen Hunters

"I love ruined orgasms!" Katie laughed. "And this is the best one I've seen so far!"

Annette and the other women laughed right along with her. I had to admit that it was hilarious to see a cock shoot off alone and unaided by a human hand. It must have been tortuous for Blair to endure it; a mixture of both pleasure and pain that all of us, I'm sure, we're happy to have him experience.

Finally, after a good two minutes of uninterrupted ejaculations, Blair's cock gave up the ghost.

As part of the trio that had been subjected to Blair's rapacious advances, Ginger now took over from her friend. Now here was a girl, I thought, whose beauty alone would probably be enough to make any man cream in his pants. And this Blair, this miserable miscreant who in my estimation was totally undeserving of having such a beautiful woman pleasure him, should have been forced to kiss her feet for what she was about to do to him.

Taking his rigid shaft into her hand, Ginger gave him a few perfunctory tugs before removing a plastic dildo from her purse. This dildo was attached to a thin belt which she attached to her waist. She then took a small jar of Vaseline from her purse and applied a liberal dose to Blair's anus. She was going to fuck him.

"Delightful idea!" Millie said approvingly. "Fuck him good, Ginger!"

And fuck him she did.

Judging by his reluctance to accommodate her, anal sex performed on him was obviously something he had not anticipated. But his reticence did not stop Ginger from slowly working the tip of the dildo in and out of his rectum until the full eight inches disappeared into his body. She fucked him in this fashion with complete abandon, cursing him and calling him the most vulgar names imaginable. One would have thought that it was she, and not Stephanie, who had been the target of his rapacity.

"Oh, this is fucking great!" Ginger cried as she drove the dildo into his asshole mercilessly.

"How does that feel, cocksucker?" Stephanie said angrily to Blair. "How does it feel to be used and abused?"

"I don't think he likes it very much, girls," Charlize said, gratified to see him abused in this way.

"I don't want him to enjoy it," Millie said. "I want him to feel what it's like to be at the mercy of someone else for a change. You got that Mr. Blair? You lousy bastard!"

Ginger worked him over for a good ten minutes, at the end of which she removed the dildo from her belt and used it to force him to ejaculate. It didn't take long. With a few quick up and down motions of the plastic device over his enervated cock, she had him shooting jets of cream high up into the air in no time.

"You don't think I was going to use my hands do you?" she said to him, as she watched the hot jets of sticky goo fly around the room. "I would never allow myself to be contaminated with your fucking spunk!"

Despite the constant barrage of insults and threats from the women, Blair's penis continued to behave with a mind of its own, controlled and supervised by his lovely tormentors. As I watched in stunned silence, huge ropes of spunk shot out of his cock for a good three minutes, saturating everything in its path. How Ginger managed to get not a drop of his semen on her was a testament to the repugnance she harbored toward the man. His final ejaculation—a short burst of white cream that landed on his upper leg—signaled the end of his orgasm.

For the next two hours every woman in the room had a go at Blair's cock. He suffered the most humiliating and degrading punishment at our combined hands, and I never felt one twinge of conscience for what we were doing to him. In effect, I was becoming as depraved and vengeful as my friends. But unlike them, I had refused to masturbate him, not willing to make physical contact with a man I loathed. I was chided on this account by almost everyone, but I would not be persuaded. Finally, at Dorothy's insistence, I put on my gloves and helped her jerk him off for his final painful and extremely weak orgasm, none of which ended up on my gloves, thankfully.

It was now past 2:30 a.m. and we had drained every drop of sperm from Blair's body just as we had promised. The room was a total mess but we left it that way, and him, covered over in a thick wash of spunk. His once monstrous cock and balls were now once again reduced to their normal, and unimpressive, size.

"Goodbye Blair," Millie said as she grabbed one of his ears and pulled hard. "You stay the fuck away from my daughter. If I hear that you even look at her the wrong way, I'll find you and castrate you. Do you hear me you fucking piece of human filth?"

The exhausted and terrified man shook his head weakly to show that he understood.

"And just so you know, the cops will be here shortly."

She let go of his ear and then slapped him hard across the face. "Bastard!"

Stephanie looked down with disgust upon his sperm-covered body and spit in his face. "You fucking ass wipe! I hope you enjoy your stay in prison!"

Once we were on our way home, Millie called the police to notify them that Blair was to be found at the hotel.

"Hello Charlie?" she said into her cell phone. "Hi it's me, Millie. It's all done. You can find the SOB all tied up in room 909 at the Park Plaza. You might want to bring in a cleaning crew. The place is a mess."

I found out after her conversation that Charlie was an old friend and chief of the NYC police. He had been apprised of the plan and had allowed Millie to exact her revenge before arresting Blair. When I commented that his latitude in this matter was hardly appropriate to the circumstances, Millie just smiled.

"I told you sweetie. We own the police."

I had no reason to doubt her.

************

Nathaniel had dutifully kept up his nightly calls and it was always a pleasure talking to him. But something told me that he was not a happy man. When I asked him if something was wrong he refused to go into specifics, but the sound and cadence of his voice led me to believe that he was purposely being vague to avoid broaching the subject. He assured me that all was well, but as I hung up the phone I got the distinct impression that things were not as he claimed, and it troubled me greatly.

It had been almost one week since I had taken part in Richard Blair's humiliating punishment, and with him being safely tucked away in state prison both Stephanie and Millie could breathe a little easier. The "Semen Hunters" trip to Amsterdam, which had already been on their agenda before I had officially become a member, was soon coming up, and I took the opportunity to invite all the girls over to my house to make preparations. I needed something to take my mind off my concern about Nathaniel, and the possibility that our marriage might be nearing its end. I still loved him and would fight to keep him in my life, but at the same time I could not simply sit alone at home night after night dwelling on it.

At 8:30 on the morning of October 25th my friends and I boarded Iceland Air flight 617 at JFK for Amsterdam. It was a perfect fall day; crisp, clear, and not a cloud in the sky. Despite my initial dislike for Katie, I found that she was quite an intelligent woman, and she and I ended up sitting together on the plane. I still found her to be somewhat juvenile, but she had a particular charm and warmth that I found endearing. I later came to realize that it was these sunny qualities of hers that drew me to her, and our upbeat conversations helped to dispel much of the looming anxiety I had recently felt about Nathaniel and our future together. Katie's infectious positivity put me in a wonderful mood, and since the flight from New York City to Amsterdam was just a little over seven hours, I was thankful to have her to talk to.

"I don't know if the other girls told you," she said to me just after we lifted off, "but there are a ton of glory hole places in the Red Light district and I'm going to be spending some time there. I was wondering if you'd like to come along."

"I don't know, Katie," I replied doubtfully. "Sucking off strange guys is really not my thing. And I am married."

"I'm married too. And I have a kid. But I don't let that stop me."

"Your husband is a swinger, like you. Nathaniel is as straight-laced as they come."

"So? You don't have to tell him anything."

"But that's not the point. I'd feel like I was betraying him and I just can't live with that."

She paused for a moment to consider what I had said and then grabbed my hand. "You could come and watch me! Yeah! You could film me at the glory hole just like my husband does. You wouldn't have to suck anybody off. Just film me. That's all."

I looked at her thinking she might be putting me on but she was dead serious. "You want me to film you giving oral sex to strange men? Why?"

"Because my husband, his name is Bill, loves to watch me go down on guys. Are you kidding? It will be like a souvenir—a memento of my trip here. It would mean a lot to him—and to me."

There was no doubt that she was in earnest. After mulling it over in my mind for a while, I saw no good reason why I couldn't accommodate her. Not only would it bring us closer together as friends, but I was desperately in need of doing something exciting with my life, even if it was to act as filmmaker for a cum-thirsty slut like Katie.

"Okay," I said. "I'll do it."

"Yes!" she exclaimed, excited at the prospect. "We're going to have a fucking great time Lydia, I promise you."

We finally touched down at Amsterdam Airport Schiphol just a little after 3:00 p.m. EDT. Amsterdam is 6 hours ahead of New York time, so it was strange coming off the plane into a starkly lit terminal. It was now 9:00 p.m., and the weather was mild and dry. The autumnal air reminded me a lot of Long Island, and the sky overhead was cloudless and black.

Charlize, our de facto leader on this particular jaunt, spoke Dutch fluently, her mother being Dutch and having only emigrated to the United States after marrying Charlize's father while he had been on a protracted business trip in Rotterdam. She had not been back to visit her ancestral homeland during her lifetime, and I think it was for this reason mainly that she chose to make the trip.

We arrived at the luxurious Grand Hotel Amrâth Amsterdam about an hour later, and each of us proceeded to her respective rooms, all located on the same floor. We decided to book adjacent rooms with two people occupying the same room. Charlize had suggested this arrangement because she thought it would be more fun for us to share a room rather than be alone. For my part I was grateful to have the company, having spent too many nights without any real companionship.

It came as no surprise to me that Katie had insisted she and I room together. Although I felt Dorothy and I had more in common, Katie had so insinuated herself into my life, and in such a positive way, that I was actually looking forward to spending time with her. She glowed when I told her I was looking forward to seeing some of the sights with her, and we spent the better part of the evening planning what we were going to do beyond the real reason for our visit, which was something Charlize had planned to explain to us during dinner.

By the time we finished showering and dressing it was almost 7:30 p.m. Dinner was at 8:00 p.m. in the hotel's main dining room. My internal body clock was still off a bit due to the difference in time zone, but when I found out that the menu consisted of French cuisine, I rediscovered my appetite almost instantly. After we had placed our orders and were well on our way to sampling the delicious hors d'oeuvres, Charlize explained to us just exactly what we were here to do.

"Has anyone ever heard of the 'Casa Rosso'?" she asked.

"A friend of mine was there once," Dorothy said. "She said it was a very kinky place."

"It is. But let me tell you a little bit about it. It's an anything goes kind of night club located on the Achterburgwal, right in the historical center of the city. It's Amsterdam's oldest erotic theatre, and people from all over the world come to watch the continuous live performances. A few years ago they started putting on these strip shows for women-only and they've become so popular that the shows run seven days a week. I got us seats for tomorrow night."

"Fucking fantastic, Charlize!" Millie said. "That sounds great!"

"But what's even better is that they let you design your own tailor-made type of show. So we're going to get to watch young, handsome, and very well-hung guys strut their stuff for us. And, I made sure that they've been fed a steady diet of fruit all week!"

So, that was the big surprise she'd been hiding from us for so long. The girls were excited at the news, as was I, and when she mentioned the club's "unlimited possibilities for erotic entertainment," my curiosity was piqued.

"Is this a private show?" I asked her.

"At first it was just going to be us. But I thought, what the hell, let's invite a bunch of other women to make it more interesting."

"The more the merrier!" Katie quipped.

Once we had finished dinner we retired to our rooms, too tired from the flight to do anything more than sleep. The next day Katie and I spent a good part of the day window shopping in the downtown area of the city and she made a few inquiries into some of the local sex clubs, a few of which catered to her taste for glory hole sex. The final stop on our survey of clubs was a posh looking establishment across from a house of prostitution on the corner of a crowded boulevard. I waited for a half hour while she went inside and talked with the owner. When she came out, she stuck a flyer in my hand. It was a promo piece on the venue, highlighting its obvious sexual offerings on a day by day basis.

"We can come back here the day after tomorrow," she said. "They do shows every few hours like clockwork. The club owner told me that there are plenty of horny guys always hanging around looking for a hungry mouth."

She was so casual about the whole thing that I actually found it humorous. To be so addicted so sperm that you had to seek it out wherever you could was so utterly deviant to my own way of thinking that I could only shake my head in wonder at the ridiculousness of it all.

"You don't swallow cum so you don't really know what it's all about," she said to me on the ride home. "That's why I wanted you to come with me. I think you might change your mind about sperm once you see me in action."

"Videotaping you sucking guys off is one thing," I reminded her. "But if you think you're going to get me to swallow some dude's jizz, you're crazy."

"Oh, no! I told you I just want you to film me. That's it. I'll do all the swallowing. You just get everything on tape."

It was close to 10:00 p.m. when we arrived at the club. Millie had told us that the Casa Rosso had been in existence for several decades, occupying a position of unique status in the De Wallen neighborhood. I had to admit that the place was not as sleazy on the inside as I had anticipated. The interior was actually quite attractively laid out with theatre-style seating on two levels, featuring luxury fauteuils in an air conditioned room and a large balcony with a cozy bar. When we walked in a female DJ was playing loud dance music, and we were advised by our hostess to take our seats before the curtain went up for the upcoming show.

The eight of us sat in the first row, the seats having been reserved for us by Charlize. We were joined by about two hundred other women, who Charlize permitted to attend, believing that the experience would be more intense with a ribald crowd to cheer the men on. She had stipulated to the management beforehand that any cum swallowing to be done was the exclusive prerogative of our group alone.

As I looked around I couldn't help but feel that I was sitting in a junior high school auditorium, replete with an old-style proscenium. The thick, red velvet curtains were of the old-fashioned type that parted in the middle, and I half expected some bespectacled academic to walk onstage at any moment. But the continual barrage of vociferous catcalls dispelled that notion very quickly. I could only wonder what was waiting for us on the other side.

Our waitress, a sweet, demure young blonde in her early twenties, told us that the first sex show had already went on an hour before we arrived. It had consisted of two couples fucking on a revolving bed. Katie laughed at the idea of a bed so constructed, and told me that screwing in such a fashion would have only made her dizzy.

The atmosphere in the club was highly charged; a combination of impatient desire and booze-induced lust. I had been seated in the middle of our row with Grace to my left and Katie to my right. And seated directly behind us and in the balcony above were rows of shouting and screaming women demanding the show to begin. When the house lights finally went down the entire room exploded with cheers and applause.

"This is going to be fucking great!" Katie said, as she clapped as loudly as she could.

Grace, screaming at the top of her lungs, nearly broke my eardrums with her incessant outbursts. "Get the bloody curtains open!" she cried. "We want to see those bollocks!"

Charlize, Millie, and the rest of the gang were chanting along with everyone else, adding their own particular brand of vulgarity to the mix. The noise was deafening.

Suddenly a voice came over the PA system. It was a woman's voice, our hostess, and as she spoke the room fell quiet.

"Good evening ladies! The Casa Rosso is pleased to welcome you here tonight for a very special performance featuring our coveted lineup of the most handsome and virile young men who will perform for your viewing pleasure!"

There was a thunderous applause from the crowd.

"For tonight's show we are happy to announce that the New York chapter of the Semen Hunters Club is here with us. They have kindly invited all of you ladies to enjoy their special show with them. So let your inhibitions down along with your panties and put your hands together for the Casa Rosso 'Naked Male Revue!'"

The audience went completely wild.

Within seconds the curtains parted to reveal a lone man onstage, his erect penis the only part of him visible in the spotlight. Sitting as I was in the first row, I estimated my distance from him to be no more than ten feet away. Even at that distance I could tell that he had a huge cock, along with a pair of massive balls that hung low in their sack. He was greeted by a deafening round of applause and cheers.

Then the music started. It was a loud, beat-driven, bass-heavy house mix, and soon the man was making his cock sway back and forth in time with the beat, contracting his penile muscles to achieve the desired effect. The crowd laughed and cheered.

Suddenly the lights went up, and we were treated to a sight that made me stand up and cheer along with the rest of my friends. No less than twenty men, all tall, muscular, and invariably handsome, stood onstage on either side of the "dancing penis" man and began dancing to the music. These were not amateurs; they were professional dancers and they moved gracefully and with coordinated movements that revealed years of training. They, like their friend, were all completely nude. Most of the men were blonde and blue-eyed, which led me to believe that they were local Dutch guys. I surmised their ages to be anywhere between twenty and thirty.

"Oh, my God!" Yumi shouted to me over the vociferous clatter. "I think we hit the fucking mother lode!"

I had to agree. There wasn't an ugly one in the bunch. Not even a fair-to-middling one for that matter. These guys were gorgeous and hung.

"I'm going to suck that one off for sure!" Katie said, her eyes sparkling with lust.

"Which one?" I asked.