Amsterdam Again - Sex Stories

Amsterdam Again

... he told me again how marvelous my bare chest was and how much like Mummy's and Robin's [my middle sister] and Molly's [my youngest sister]. I was so wet I could feel it run down the inside of my thigh.

Then his hands were down lower over my ribs. With my arms spread wide and up you could count my ribs one by one, I was so thin and I felt my breath quicken and my bottom kind of quiver and my hips move forward and I needed it so fucking bad. Then his hands went further and his fingers were exploring my tummy muscles and my belly button and then they were even lower and I prayed for something to push against and then a hand was there heading down over the last few inches and finally it got to where I needed it to go and I could feel fingertips on my clit and I pushed hard against them once, twice, three times. And then I screamed, right there in the middle of the main room I screamed.

I thanked God we were still all alone at least that's what I thought and it just happened and I came and came and came and kept pushing my bunny hole up against his hand again and again and he didn't have to do a thing and it went on and on and on until I almost couldn't move anymore and I was so far off in space as I came down I didn't really even know where I was. I was just limp hanging there from my chains and my Dad was still there in front of me just kind of holding me up even though I couldn't fall being chained and finally, I started to come back to ...

... earth.

I still didn't really know where I was or who I was with until a minute later and then suddenly I did know where I was and there were three of the bouncers standing up in the balcony. They were grinning from ear to ear and they applauded and my Dad turned to look at them and backed away a bit so they had a clear view of his daughter's naked body which by now they had all seen more times in my strip shows than any of my boyfriends ever had so it really didn't matter much, did it, and then they left.

I had a minute with my Dad and he stroked my face and arranged my hair and then the main door opened and it was the maître d' and he said good-naturedly that they really had to open and a minute after that people started coming in. Some looked with surprise that there was this naked girl hanging there but the regulars saw nothing amiss. Except maybe because I WAS naked, because the display girl usually isn't because food is served and it's not considered sanitary. But this night an exception was made.

Later I did my three sold-out going away night strip shows and my Dad and my uncle got to see all three from a VIP box. After, we had champagne and treats and I was given a very nice set of undies from Aubade, a top French house. The manager was very chummy and told me I could come back at any time and I did, later that summer and the next and the next. You'd never know that a week ago he'd had electrodes stuck to my bare chest and had me tortured.