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Amsterdam Surprise - her view

... again.

He turned her around and pulled her against him until her back touched his body and held her in his arms, caressing her body through the thin negligee, moving up to caress her firm, small breasts until she felt her hard nipple almost ache against the warmth of his palm. When he opened the first button of her negligee, she finally opened her eyes.

She always opened them at this point of the show. She loved to watch the stares of the men when her breasts were exposed to their stares. She blinked and peeked through the bright light of the spots and looked at a man sitting right by the stage, staring at her, his eyes almost level with her crotch. She looked at him, rubbing her ass against the urging cock that was pressed against her. She moaned and the man’s eyes opened wide when the cock slipped between her legs until it rested between her swollen wet lips, the crown of the cock head nested against her clit. She didn’t need to look down to know it looked as if a short thick cock would be growing between her legs.

Olav had almost opened all the buttons when she broke eye contact with the customer and looked at the tables. Two men in the shadows stared at her, looking like hungry animals that would have jumped on the stage and raped her if there would not have been Olav to protect her.

At the next table was a middle-aged man with a short, grey beard and glasses, his hands folded in each other as if he would be praying, the half-full beer glass in front of him, ...

... his eyes also glued to the obscene cock between her legs. She blinked, thinking he looked familiar and then her eyes opened wide behind the mask and a cold fist of fear closed around her stomach when she recognized him.

She squirmed, she had to get out of Olav’s arms, get down from the stage before he recognized her, before her dad, her own dad, recognized her, but his arms were too strong, holding her tight. He had no idea what made her squirm but he held her close and whispered “Shhhhhh.. it’s ok, you’re safe” in her ear. His voice calmed her enough to remember the safety of the mask she was wearing and she leaned against him.

Her heart raced and she felt the hot rush of embarrassment on her face as the thought of being exposed and soon fucked in front of her own dad slowly sank in. She closed her eyes and tried to forget that man in the audience. Olav kissed her neck and she felt his strong hand on her right breast while his right arm held her firmly around her waist, she squirmed as he squeezed her tender breast and then pinched the hard nipple between two fingers. She gasped, the sharp pain making her inhale sharply. But it also had the familiar effect on her clit, making it throb and beg to be touched until she squirmed again. But this time not in an attempt to break free, this time she tried to rub her swollen lips on the veiny shaft.

The sexual thrill of being exposed and watched was stronger than ever and she looked at her dad again, telling herself he could ...