First Time for Everything

At the time I was living in Paris and on sheer whim, I decided to go to Amsterdam for the weekend. I thought to myself, "what better place to act out my fantasies than in Amsterdam?" I packed some of my slutty clothes. I decided on my slutty cowgirl outfit complete with flannel top, jean skirt, white mask, cowgirl hat and my favorite pair of boots, black vintage over the knee high cowgirl boots. I had heard of a few sex clubs in Amsterdam but one I found was perfect. It was basically having a gay nite on Friday. It was open to TV's TS', and crosdressers alike. I arrived in Amsterdam early Friday morning and went straight to my hotel from the train station. I spent the entire day prepping myself for the evening. The plan was just to shake my tail at the club, get fucked and go back to the hotel. But I was so nervous.

I left the hotel around 12:30. As I left the hotel I was shaking and panting out of nervousness. As I got to the club I heard catcalls being made in all kinds of languages. I got to the door and the bouncer was a big, hot black guy. He stared at me for a while and I mustered up the courage to smile at him. He then stepped aside and let me in. Once I stepped in the club it was pure hedonism. Naked men dancing with other naked men. Some dancing, some fucking, some sucking. It was the craziest thing I've ever seen. As I made my way to the bar lots of guys were staring at me. As I sat at the bar the bartender looked at me and said, "sexy outfit!" I of course replied, "thanks." Suddenly the bartender says, "I can tell you've never been in a place like this before. Just do what you want in here. You came looking for something and you're bound to find it." Those words calmed me down.

I got my drink and began wandering around and was being completely felt up and grinded on. I loved every minute of it. That's when 2 muscular guys approached me. They quickly introduced themselves: "My name is Yann and this is Mark.