Manchester Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Manchester Pt. 01

Louetta here. Everybody in this story is over eighteen. In this one I've just returned from a summer stint working in Amsterdam at a BDSM club with my Dutch cousins.

Being home in the US was marvelous. After the long flight from Amsterdam I was exhausted. Mummy made me a steak dinner and my sisters sat at the table while I ate which was great. I wanted to see my Dad, but he was out. I headed upstairs to take a shower and unpack and get into bed. I emerged from the shower completely naked to find my Dad waiting in my room to surprise me. We embraced joyfully. Well trained by my Dutch-born mother, who never in my experience had ever tried to hide her nudity from any of her family, I made no move to cover myself. Daddy never turned a hair. All he saw was the beautiful body of the lovely young woman his oldest daughter had become. He sat there on the edge of my bed talking to me while I dried my hair with a towel, the rest of me presented to him in total innocence. I treasured the experience. If I couldn't show all of me to the man who gave me life who could I show myself to? We talked until one in the morning.

The next day I was up at six to run, came back and ate breakfast, took my shower, and washed my hair. I put on underpants and a shift and clogs. I called my photographer Harry and asked if I could come over. He was waiting for me when I arrived at a quarter to eight. I had been working with him for years. We'd started with bikini stuff and it sold well to his ...

... regular customers, who anxiously awaited some racier stuff. And we did not disappoint. As soon as I turned eighteen, literally the day after, we started taking nudes and he started peddling them to his regulars by a carefully planned schedule. Carefully planned, that is, to gradually show more and more of me in each set until I showed everything I had.

The first thing we did on this day was go over the account books. Money was just flowing in from the sale of my photos. Even some of my male friends, those who could prove they were over eighteen at least, were placing orders. We turned to discussing what would come next. I wanted to try some simple BDSM stuff like I had been doing in Amsterdam. Hogties were what I had in mind. In the nude, of course. I figured well-lit nudes of me tied up and struggling would be bestsellers. We went ahead and it was actually these photos that my older brother's friend Billy Andrade saw that led to this story. He wanted to tie me up. For whatever reason. Billy was a lacrosse star who played in high school with my brother, and later in college. He was very good-looking and thought he could have any girl for the asking, and he halfway could. But he was older and had had a lot of girls, so I figured he'd just fuck me and be gone.

But Billy was undeterred. He worked hard to expand our relationship and I began to weaken at least some. I started seeing him more and more, not because of anything I did, but because he was still playing lacrosse with my ...