Amsterdam Again - Sex Stories

Amsterdam Again

Louetta here. Everybody in this story is at least eighteen, and so is everybody mentioned, like my sisters Robin and Molly and my cousin Eefje. Only me and my Father are actually in it, and we both had a grand old time. Me for sure.

As I've described in previous stories, I began working in a BDSM club in Amsterdam with my female cousins shortly after I turned eighteen. On my last night there, just before I returned home to America I was chosen to work as display girl in the club's main room, a great honor for a temporary girl. I was required to start work at 5PM and go until near 10. It was simple, I would strip to a see-thru thong and be chained spreadeagled just inside the entryway, in full view of the front entrance, arms and legs spread wide above and below me, clad only in black wrist and ankle cuffs, a thin black collar, and a barely-there transparent thong, the better to attract customers. After hanging there for just a few minutes, I attracted my Father.

"Hi, Dad," I said with a smile, somewhat sheepishly, given that I was as good as naked, the outline of my girlhood showing clearly through my almost non-existent undies.

"Fine, Muffin, how are you?" He kissed me lightly on my cheek, attracting a concerned glance from a passing bouncer.

"Mein Papa!" I told the bouncer, and he smiled and left. I laughed.

"I'm fine, Dad. I'm stretched a little too tight, but I can stand it [they did that on purpose]. What are you doing here, Dad?"

"Your Uncle and I came ...

... for dinner and a show. He thought it best to wait in the bar right now. Eefje's waiting on him. [My cousin. He was her father. She would have been naked to the waist except for her black collar.]"

"How did you know where to find me?"

"When you weren't at the door [I was a door bunny early in the evening] I asked Eefje. She says this is an honored position. I feel proud my daughter can fill it in so short a time on the job."

"All I had to do was take off my clothes, Dad."

"They say you do that well, Muffin!" [I was a featured stripper. He had seen my act.] He stood back and looked at me, studied me in fact, from head to toe. My long hair hung down in front, all but covering my boobs.

"Let's do this," he said, stepping forward, lifting my hair on either side off of my breasts, tossing it behind my back to bare my rather ample bosom, my nipples hard as rocks. I made no move to stop him.

"Ah, my beautiful daughter! You have marvelous breasts, Muffin, just like your Mother!" Nothing but the truth. Mummy and Auntie Ella both had great racks and so did all six of their girls, including me.

"Thank you, Daddy. At least I'm not completely naked."

"Ah, no, you're not!" a voice boomed. It was the manager coming in, probably to ogle me. "Shall we fix that, Mr. Henry?" he inquired of my Dad.

"By all means, Herr Gauss!" They were great pals now. I was, after all, a featured performer bringing in many euros. They had scheduled three shows on this, my last night at ...