The Dutchman’s Delight

by Zarah

Gender: Female
Age: 26
Race/ethnicity: Hispanic
Location: Austin, TX
Highest education received: Post-graduate degree (eg., MA, MS, PhD, JD, MD)
Occupation: Therapist/Lecturer/Researcher
Religious affiliation: Science
How religious are you? Very
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Any other term(s) that describe your sexual orientation/sexuality better/best: Open
How many hookup stories have you here posted before? 0

The Dutchman’s Delight

How long ago did this hookup happen? 2 months ago

How would you best classify this hookup? A gift.

Tell us about your PARTNER(S). What did they look like? How well did you know them, had you hooked up before? How/Where did you meet them? How did you feel about them before the hookup? The female. Tall, thin, exotic looking. Eccentric and different. A look in her eye that said, “I know something you don’t know, and I promise, you want to know.” We met two night prior to this event. (Our initial introduction was even more enticing, but that is a different story.) It was a short meeting but we became well acquainted. She came very prepared and this intrigued me. I met her through a friend of a very special friend.

The Dutchman. When I first turned to look at him, all I saw was his jacket pocket, then my eyes made their way up, up further, and there he was. A tall seraphim. I rarely am awe struck by someone’s appearance, but he made me pause. Even now as I type this… I have to pause. Mmm. I met him that night.

How/where did the hookup BEGIN? What led to it? Was planning involved? Who instigated it? After her and I parted ways from our first interaction, I figured we would add each other on Facebook, like a post or two, but not much beyond that. I was very intrigued by her. After a bit of Facebook stalking, I admired her. But still assumed nothing else would really come. Two days later, I wake up to this text:

“Hey beautiful, a gorgeous man I hooked up with last night has never had a threesome. I’ll see him later tonight again – would you like to join? I’d love to play with you some more.”

What a great way to start a Saturday. I text her back and inquire a bit further. A picture confirmed her claims of his gorgeousness.

I’m in.

What happened DURING the hookup? What sexual behaviors took place (e.g., oral, vaginal, anal, kinky stuff)? How did you feel during it? Did you have an orgasm? Did your partner(s)? How did they behave toward you? Were they a good lover? What did you talk about? How did it end? After a few hours of waiting, and one hour of casual chit chat… We are all in my car and headed to the hotel. It doesn’t take long for us to all get comfortable. They kiss, and I admire the sight. She pulls away from him to step into the bathroom for a moment. He and I take the opportunity to become acquainted. His lips are so plush. She returns, and we become a sea of attenuated limbs groping and grasping, while periodically gasping. She removes his pants and reveals him. What a sight! I am actually a bit fearful.

She and I look at each other as the goddesses we are in this moment. We know. We both move in and give him the rare treat of having two females lapping at his cock like the hungry bitches in heat we are. I sneak a peak at him. Mhm. Total awe.

There are so many permutations you can fit three sexually heated people. I forget all of them but a few positions remain vivid. Him laying on his back, her deep throating like I have never seen, and me to their sides him fingering me, and me fingering her. I watch her on him, I watch him watch her. Ravenous.

She cums (the first of a few for her). I feel honored to have assisted.

She slides off the bed and moves to her bag. “Are you ready to fuck this pretty girl?” she asks him. He and I smile shyly at her upfront boldness. I am normally that female in any situation, but I bow to her. She is one of my species. An older and wiser one. I respect her.

She dresses him for the occasion, taking proper precautions. I lay on my back off the edge of the bed. He climbs on top. As expected, there is some discomfort because of his endowment, but there is no way I am going to complain about a large penis. I acclimate quickly. She molests me while he fucks me. A quick change of position. All fours now. She watches us. I love it.

We take a break. We talk. We laugh. We touch. The normal-ness of it all.

Bang, bang bang!

“Oh shit, who’s that??” The Dutchman walks to the door.
“Yes?” he asks.
“Keep it down in there!” comes from the other end of the door.
“Oh, yes… We will. Sorry.”
He comes back to bed. We all laugh quietly.
“I want some now…” she says as she bats her eyes at him.
“Are you sure we can stay quiet?” he asks.
“I’m sure we can find a way to keep quiet,” I say.

The next condom is too small. We all look at each other anxiously.
“This one better fit because I don’t have any more Magnums,” she says exasperated at his lack of preparedness.

Thankfully it does. He fucks her while I caress her back and kiss him. She has a beautiful back…

The final permutation. He is on his back. She is between his legs, again deep throating like a champ. This time, I am over his chest, my ass in his face, my fingers in her. His fingers in both of me. We are all heaving and moaning like animals. I sneak a peak into the reflection in the window overlooking Austin.

She cums again. He follows. (I rarely cum, but I am not bothered by this.) I straighten my back and inadvertently flex. You can feel it in the air. This heat. This primitiveness. I look back at the reflection while both of them are bathing in a flood of dopamine…

I feel powerful. This is what it means to be alive. This is what it feels like to be electric. To be a goddess. To be an object, the objectified, and the objectifier. This beautiful culminations of atoms making up flesh, making up these three beautiful intertwined objects.

This…

What precautions did you take to prevent STIs and pregnancy? Did you discuss STI history? Condoms.

What were your REASONS for having this hookup? Being of the same species, she exudes the air I want to breathe. I quickly trusted, desired, and admired her. Another chance to play with her and the beautiful creature she came across… Had to do it. To know how it would be. To have a story. To have more of her. To taste him.

Were alcohol or drugs involved? If so, how much? Some alcohol, though I do not believe any of us were drunk. It was a long wait, I was fairly sober.

What happened AFTER the hookup? How did you feel about it? What are your expectations/hopes for the future with this person? How do you feel about them now? We dressed. He walked us to my car. Good bye kisses. I drive her to her home while she is in town (they were both in from out of town for work). Her and I talk for a while about both of our crazy nights together before giving her one final kiss and heading home around 6 am.

I felt (and still feel) gratitude.

I hope (and expect) to play with both of them again, individually, together, and with other play mates in the future.

To whom did you talk about the hookup? How did they react? Whoever cares to know.

Envious.

Was this a consensual and/or wanted experience for you? For your partner? Absolutely.

Do you regret this hookup? If so, why? My only regret was with her not telling me to stop by her place first to pick up her strap on…

What was the BEST thing about this hookup? How about the WORST? Has this hookup changed the way you think about casual sex, sexuality, or yourself in general? Best being reminded what “this” feels like.

Worst was forgetting the strap on.

Changed me by empowering me further.

Anything else you want to add about this hookup or anything else? Don’t be afraid to let go, but always, always communicate. It is paramount.

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