Looking Back
(A “Cum Diaries” Story)

The "Cum Diaries" are occasional fictionalized accounts of stories told to me by my readers, in this case of my short story “Dave's New Job”. That began an ongoing conversation with L&M in Oregon about their experiences.

Part 12

1978

Lisa woke up with the bed gently bouncing under her. When she turned over she saw a rapt Anja slowly riding up and down on Mike's cock, her grapefruit sized tits with light tan nipples swaying and bouncing freely.

Not that it made any difference, but Lisa didn't remember Anja joining them in bed. For that matter, she didn't remember falling asleep at all after what seemed like a never ending series of orgasms the night before as Mike and Jan took turns repeatedly fucking her.

As her eyes focused, Lisa reached up to twirl one of Anja's stiff nipples between her thumb and index finger. Anja turned her head to look down at Lisa, leaning backwards slightly to extend a hand toward Lisa's damp and cum encrusted crotch. That gave Lisa an even better view of Mike's cock sliding in and out of Anja's engorged cunt lips.

Lisa happily spread her thighs, the first touch of Anja's fingers parting her pussy lips sending a shudder through her body. She lay back and pushed her hips upward, making it easy for Anja to plunge two fingers deep into her cunt and find Lisa's spongy, swelling g-spot.

Next to her, Mike groaned loudly and thrashed his own hips wildly. Lisa knew he was very close to cumming deep inside Anja even before his back arched and his entire body stiffened. Lisa closed her eyes and let the first waves of her orgasm surge through her, the warm familiar sensation spreading down her legs and up through her torso until it engulfed every cell in her body.

When she next opened her eyes, Anja was slumped across Mike's chest, the two of them breathing raggedly. Lisa propped herself on her elbow and smiled at them both.

“Good morning...is this a traditional Amsterdam wake up call?” she giggled, leaning over to give Mike a tender kiss. “If so, I could definitely get into all the local customs.”

Anja just laughed as she pushed herself up to a sitting position still straddling Mike's hips. A steady stream of the sticky mixture of her pussy juices and Mike's cum oozed from her cunt to coat his deflated cock and balls.

“Where's Jan?” Lisa asked, for the first time noticing it was just the three of them in the bed.

“Oh he went to get some fresh pastries and make some coffee,” Anja replied, squirming a little so Mike's soft cock split her puffy pussy lips.

She no more than said that than Jan walked in grinning brightly...with Aimee right behind him. The thirteen year old didn't seem surprised at all seeing the three of them naked on the bed with her mother basically riding Mike's deflated cock. She walked right up to the side of the bed, her gaze most definitely focused on Mike's soft dick.

“I'm off to school,” she announced unnecessarily, leaning forward to give her mother one of those quick two cheek kisses and smiled impishly at Mike, “I do hope I see you again later.”

“She really does have a nice ass, don't you think?” Anja asked wistfully to no one in particular as her daughter left the room before she climbed off Mike and the bed. “How about some coffee?”

“....So there you have it, pretty much everything about how Mike and I met and my family and what we've done before we got here,” Lisa finished and leaned back to take another sip of the strong coffee. “So how did the two of you get together and what's next now that we are here?”

Anja smiled sweetly at Jan and got up to pour them all some more coffee. They were sitting in a bright sunny alcove on matching settees across from each other with a table filled with pastries between them.

At Anja's suggestion, no one bothered to get dressed. Lisa suspected that was because the older woman planned another round of sex play after a short respite. That was fine with Lisa. She was looking forward to tasting Anja's beautiful pussy, with and without Jan or Mike's cum seeping out of her.

“Well, it is pretty simple actually,” Jan began, tenderly placing a hand on Anja's thigh in such a way his little finger brushed against her wispy blonde pussy hair. “I was raised in the brothels of Amsterdam by a working mother and her fellow whores, never having any idea who my biological father might be.”

“Someone short and stout, no doubt...all around,” Anja laughed and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek while squeezing his thick dick, the affection between the two of them warm and obvious.

Lisa nestled into Mike, with her head against his shoulder and a hand softly resting on his deflated cock. He gently twirled her left nipple, causing her pussy to twitch, her thighs spread enough her pussy gaped open slightly with some of the last vestiges of Mike and Jan's cum from the night before slowly seeping out from her puffy lips.

“Anyway, I was ten or so when the Germans came at the beginning of the war,” Jan continued somberly. “At first it didn't change much, just some new, if different, customers in the brothels. Amsterdam had always been Europe's whorehouse, despite what they claim in Paris...they don't have a sea port. The working girls and boys didn't care much for whom they spread their legs, or bent over or got on their knees...as long as they were paid.”

He stopped speaking for a moment to take a deep drink of his coffee and Anja tenderly patted his thigh as he went on.

“My mother and I lived in a small brothel that was off the main streets, owned by a kindly older man and his wife. She and the three other woman besides my mother did everything in the place. None were especially beautiful, just average women, but they all treated me like their own as I grew up. They also taught me everything I now about sex with men and women. With the exception of my mother, they all played with me from the time I could first remember, made a big deal when I first shot cum and even had a good-natured lottery for who could fuck me first and in which order when my cock could get hard enough and shoot sperm.”

“Slowly at first, and then with increasing swiftness as time went on, the situation became much worse. People disappeared or were conscripted into the German army. There was no work or money. Towards the end, food was almost impossible to find. I spent most of my time scrounging for whatever I could find.”

“Then one day, probably four months or so before the Germans left, Onno, the owner of the brothel, took me aside and told me I could no longer fuck any of the women...blow jobs were still allowed, but no penetration, pussy or ass. He wouldn't give me a reason but all the women followed his orders.”

He stopped talking for a moment, looking way as if recalling an especially painful memory. Anja didn't say anything, just squeezed his hand and waited for him to continue.

“By the end, we didn't have much food and no medicine. All the women and Onno were sick, wasting away to nothing until the women all slowly and painfully died. My mother was the last one to pass before Onno's own wife.”

“The Canadians took the city about a week after that. They provided us with food and medical care, enough that Onno regained his strength. While our part of town was not badly damaged, it took a long time to get even the most basic services back. One of those services was getting the brothel running again...the Canadians and other Allied troops liked to fuck as much as the Germans.”

“Everyone was desperate. It was almost too easy finding women, and even the occasional boy when needed, willing to trade the use of their bodies for money and protection. Onno and I found widows and young girls, pretty boys and even a few self proclaimed virgins eager to work for us, get food and a place to sleep but mostly to be safe.”

Again, Jan stopped to stare off into the distance as Anja quietly refilled his coffee. Lisa and Mike just sat in silence waiting for him, completely enthralled with his story. He continued talking after taking a deep drink.

“Business was good...great actually. By the time I was seventeen, we opened a second house that I ran. There were seven women, ranging in age from nineteen to fifty, and two pretty boys, who lived there with me. Another dozen or so women...housewives...teachers...clerks...secretaries...nurses...whatever...of various ages and body types would come in a few times a month to make some extra money.”

“Shortly after I turned twenty two, Onno called me to his office to tell me he had terminal cancer. It was only then that he told me the reason I had to stop fucking his wife and the other women during the war. They had all, including my mother, deliberately infected themselves with syphilis and gonorrhea. It was their way to help the resistance defeat the Germans by making the troops sick.”

“In the next four months before his death, he made sure I knew every detail of the business, most importantly who to bribe...with money...or free pussy....or underage girls...or prepubescent boys. Onno left me everything...the money, the properties and all the headaches associated with the business. For the next couple of years, I struggled running the brothels. Then I met Anja...she propositioned me on the street.”

Jan stopped speaking again, looking over at Anja and giving her a loving tender squeeze of her thigh. She leaned toward him, kissing him softly on the cheek, the open display of affection causing Lisa's pussy to twitch and Mike's dick to stiffen under her hand.

“I did no such thing,” Anja chuckled, “I was looking for a job.”

“Yeah...a blow job as I recall and you weren't even legal,” Jan laughed before turning back to Lisa and Mike.

“I told him I was eighteen,” Anja added for Mike and Lisa's benefit, giving him a gentle poke in the ribs, “but I had just turned sixteen. With no records after the war, there was no real way to check.”

“Then again she really did give a good blow job,” Jan added, “and I could always use talent...especially young, pretty and desperate talent. As it turned out, she also had a very good head for the business side of the business...almost as good as the sucking and fucking parts. In any case, we've been together ever since.”

The phone rang and, after answering it, Jan announced he needed to go take care of something. As he walked away, Anja turned back to Lisa and Mike, grinning devilishly as she brushed an erect nipple with her thumb and slowly spread her thighs until her moist, glistening pussy gaped open. Neither Lisa or Mike needed more of an invitation.

“So how did the publishing and film businesses get started?” Mike asked slowly sipping a cold beer as they sat in a cozy cafe a few blocks from the apartment a few hours later.

“Quite by accident really,” Anja answered with a low chuckle. “After I got together with Jan, we recognized we needed to expand the businesses and also wanted to appeal to a more...um...discriminating clientele. Some of our wealthier customers wanted more than a quick fuck or blow job, so we gave them what they wanted. It started with pictures, then films then live shows...all customized to the clients' requests and fantasies, however...er... unusual.”

“Surely you have plenty of models and actors and photographers here,” Mike responded, leaning forward to look Anja directly in the eye. “So why us?”

“We liked your style when we saw the photographs and the tapes,” she replied calmly, sipping her own beer. “As you know, most porn movies are pretty rote...do this...then that...then the next thing...finish cumming on her face. That's fine for a mass market and we make plenty of them here.”

“And...?”

“We, more specifically some of out best customers, want something more, something more realistic in the vein of cinéma vérité, the way Mike makes a film or even takes a picture. Of course, we both wanted to fuck Lisa too after seeing her photographs.”

“What about the live shows Aimee mentioned?” Lisa asked.

“Ah, those are limited to very special clients indeed...the most perverse and wealthy.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes, finishing their beers. Lisa could see the slight bulge in Mike's pants that told her he was definitely interested in exploring all these opportunities more. That her own panties were damp was enough for Lisa.

As the walked back to the apartment, Anja pointed out they were in the Red Light District of Amsterdam, famous for its brothels and prostitutes, many of whom occupied small rooms facing the street where they stood in the doorway or window bathed in red light, thus the name

“We operate three brothels in the city, one for the window prostitutes, the one on the first two floors of our apartment building and one for gay and transgender men.” Anja explained as they strolled down a picturesque street with multi story buildings on one side and a canal on the other. “The last two also offer books and magazines and films we produce or market for others.”

Before Lisa and Mike realized it, they arrived back at Anja's building. When they entered the foyer, they were surprised to see four scantily clad women lounging and chatting on the sofas. Aimee stood next to them wearing a dark blue dress cut open to well below her small tits and a slit up one hip that made clear she wasn't wearing any panties. Lisa licked her lips looking at the teenager while Anja made the introductions.

The four women were prostitutes working the late afternoon shift waiting for some guys who left work early on Friday afternoons to spend part of their paycheck at the brothel on their way home. What surprised Lisa the most was frankly how ordinary the women looked, even with much too much makeup and wearing only sheer negligees and lacy panties.

Only one looked to be under thirty and she was a very large woman with massive sagging tits, a big ass, thick thighs and rolls of fat practically hanging over her pussy. Another was very slight with no tits to speak of and seemed very timid, saying little while looking around with a deer in the headlights expression on her face. The other two looked just like average middle aged housewives...or anyone's mother.

When they entered, the women rose and stood in a ragged line, apparently their normal reaction when anyone walked in. Aimee grinned and walked over to give her mother a warm hug. Then she surprised Mike and Lisa by doing the same with them, her hands lingering on the top of both their asses before she stepped back.

Anja introduced each of the women in turn. Monique was the young, large one. The four of them started talking excitedly when Anja told them Mike would be doing some new photography and films in the coming weeks.

“They really like doing pictures for the magazines and porn films,” Aimee murmured softly to Lisa, stepping close enough that their hips touched, “it's easier work than fucking and giving blow jobs here and it pays a lot better too. Every one of them, alone or together, will fuck Mike senseless for a chance to model for him.”

“Trust me, that would be a lot of fucking,” Lisa chuckled, turning to smile impishly at the thirteen year old girl. “What would you know about it anyway?”

“Like I told him last night, my parents want me to know everything about all aspects of the businesses,” Aimee answered with a demure grin, standing in such a way that Lisa was sure she wasn't wearing a bra or panties under the clinging dress, “although by city law I'm not allowed to have sex yet...for money.”

Before Lisa could respond to that, a man entered the foyer, looking around nervously. When the women turned to him, he shook his head no and walked to the counter. Aimee excused herself and walked over, speaking to him in a low voice for a minute before opening a tall cabinet behind the desk to reveal rows of porn tapes, magazines and sex toys.

The guy inspected the tapes from the other side of the desk, pointing to a few he wanted to examine more closely. Aimee put them on the counter and stepped back with her arms folded under her small tits and smiled at Lisa. The guy chose one tape, paid Aimee after she put it in a paper bag and hurriedly left. From a few feet away, Lisa was certain Anja was the woman pictured on the cover on her back with another woman's face buried between her legs.

“I hope you don't mind,” Anja said in Lisa's ear as she hooked her arm in Lisa's elbow, “but the girls want to show Mike...um...around.”

Lisa turned her head to see Mike disappear behind a curtain covering the entry to a dimly lit hallway. Monique, the housewives and the skinny mousy one were giggling and pawing him as they led him away. Lisa was tempted to follow along to watch but, before she could move or say a word, Anja tugged on her arm and took her down another hall.

“Let me show you the theater where we stage live shows for our best customers,” Anja said huskily, “like we will tomorrow night.”

After walking down two halls, they entered a room a lot smaller than Lisa expected. A waist high stage filled the back wall and jutted out into the middle of the room. No more than a dozen or so comfortable looking chairs surrounded the stage. Next to each was a small table with a box of tissues. A very large muscular man of indistinct heritage looked up, grinned then finished positioning a fluffy mat at the front of the stage before stepping close to them.

“All set for the lesbian orgy show tomorrow,” he said in a gravelly voice, “and Henrik came by earlier to say he will bring all his stuff and his own girl for the bondage show. I already set up the ropes and pulley he needs like last time.”

“That's great, Jasper,” Anja replied before turning to introduce Lisa, chatting for a few moments before Jasper left to take care of some other chore.

“Don't even think about it...he's thoroughly gay,” Anja chuckled when she saw the way looked at Jasper as he walked away, “and a total bottom in case Mike is interested in fucking him.”

“After he finished with what he's doing right now, I'm not sure how long it will be until Mike fucks me again,” Lisa laughed, noting the way Anja's nipples were poking out through her blouse. “So tell me how do these shows work.”

Anja sat down on the stage, looking up at Lisa with a devilish smile. She patted the spot next to her, inviting Lisa to sit with her.

“It's quite simple really. We have a waiting list of...um...preferred, verified reliable customers who pay a tidy non-refundable deposit to secure a seat,” she began, sitting up straight and pulling one leg underneath her so her skirt rode up far enough to see the silky lime green panties she wore...panties with a small dark wet spot pulled up into her pussy slit. “There are fourteen seats and we schedule shows once ten are reserved for each. We call the clients to confirm the day and time. The shows last twenty minutes to an hour and usually are about two hours apart, giving Jasper and Aimee time to clean up things around the seats and reset the stage if needed.”

“Aimee watches and is in the shows?” Lisa asked in surprise, even as she felt her own pussy twitch.

“No, she can't be in the shows yet...she's too young by law to have sex for money and we always abide by the city's regulations,” Anja answered, reaching over to twirl a fingertip around one of Lisa's stiff nipples through the fabric of her blouse. “We want her to know all the details of our operations...that includes watching the shows...as well as picking up sticky tissues coated with cum before the next one. She'll be doing her own shows soon enough.”

“So who is in these shows?” Lisa murmured lowly, feeling the warmth growing between her legs.

“I have three of my girls with the biggest tits lined up for the lesbian show and you heard Jasper, Master Henrik prefers to use and abuse his already trained slave girls,” Anja replied, sliding her hand under Lisa's blouse to fondle her right tit over her bra. “I was thinking I might fuck the dog myself...it has been a while...too long really.”

At that, Lisa leaned forward and rammed her tongue into Anja's mouth. It only took them a few moments to strip each others clothing off. The climbed on the mat already on the stage, kissing and groping each other. Anja pushed Lisa down on her back, hovering over her while she sucked Lisa's stiff nipples and furiously fingered her dripping pussy.

Suddenly Anja straightened up and looked toward the door, a bright smile spreading across her face. Aimee stood in the doorway, watching them intently cupping her small tits in both hands.

“Don't be shy, honey,” Anja said to her thirteen year old daughter, “you are welcome to come closer for a better view.”

Aimee just grinned and walked over to sit on one of the chairs next to them. She immediately spread her thighs, hiked up her dress and began fingering her bare moist pink slit . Anja grinned and licked down Lisa's body until she could bury her face in Lisa's dripping cunt. Lisa propped herself up on both elbows so she could watch Anja sucking her clit and her thirteen year old daughter fingering her own practically hairless pussy at the same time.

When Aimee began to tremble and groaned she was cumming, Lisa's own initial climax exploded on Anja's face.

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