Amsterdam Again - Sex Stories

Amsterdam Again

... least for a while, and all three were sold out. Herr Gauss took out a pocket knife, cut off my see-thru thong, and put it and the knife back in his pocket. I little doubted he would have done the same even if my Dad had not been there [and then he would have stuck his finger inside me].

"Sehr gut. Ah, my friend, see her show for free tonight. We are charging extra for the last night!" He handed my Dad two passes to see me naked later on stage, rather than right in front of him. The Germans, like our manager, were indeed casual about family nudity. Then he was off. He shut the door after him and we were alone. My Dad smiled after him.

"Does he treat you all right?"

"Yes, Dad." [I lied, a week ago he had had me tied up in the nude and then tortured my breasts with electricity to get information out of me that I didn't even have, but that is the next story.] He turned and faced me and fondly looked me up and down. He loved seeing his three girls in various stages of undress. Not with lechery, but with pride, we were sure. He loved breasts and bums and thighs and tummies and that we were all pretty. He doted on Molly, the youngest, and we made her pay for it. [Another story.]

"Umm," he said, admiring what he saw, "you truly are as beautiful as your Mother [she still worked as a nude model, six kids later]. He moved slowly around in back of me. I felt his hands caressing my hair flowing down my back, then moving down onto my lower back, then lower still until the ...

... fingers of each hand were on my ass cheeks, so soft to the touch, moving out and down and under and squeezing gently. Then his hand found its way between my wide-spread legs moving forward until his fingers touched my girlhood, by now soaking wet. I twitched slightly when I felt his fingers there, but I didn't try to stop him touching me. Then he was inside me, and he stayed there long enough and moved his fingers in and out enough to make my whole body shiver. And take me right to the edge.

In a bit he stopped. Just short of making me cum. Then he was back in front of me like nothing had even happened, except my eyes were closed and my breath came harder. I felt glorious, just hanging there from my chains. I was completely helpless but completely trusting. He could do whatever he wanted to me. At least the things he'd actually do. It took me a minute, but I came back down to earth and opened my eyes.

"Dad..." I started. I needed it.

"Muffin...precious...so you're a stripper!" He moved in close enough to touch me.

"Yes, Daddy." I breathed it low, "You can touch me if you want to." And he did. And I closed my eyes while he did it and just drifted off. First, his fingers were at my neck and then tracing a path down between my boobs and back up along the insides and over the top and down the outsides and under my outstretched arms and down my sides and it tickled. Then he took my breasts in his two hands and caressed them all over but mostly on the lower outside half and ...