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I was a very good swimmer and trained very hard with ideas about the Olympics as young athletes do, I would hasten to add, I was twelve, tall and gangly and extremely tomboyish.
My father was a maintenance worker for the town council, so I was able to get free passes into the baths and even the following year, have a part time job working as a locker room girl, which was all done under the radar, and gave me good pocket money.
Daddy thought it was good for someone so young to learn early about economics and earning and spending money.
One evening, another woman approached me and asked me if I would like to take a course on massage, as the baths were thinking about setting aside rooms in the basement for renovation into spa's and steam rooms with sun beds and massage.
I told her I knew nothing about massage, but she emphasised I could be trained, as my body was strong and my mind keen, "You will go to Thailand for six weeks in the summer and your father has said he is OK about it".
I was aghast, Thailand was so exotic, I could not believe what she had just proposed, this was way beyond anything I could imagine, and as Summer was now upon us, it meant leaving within days, but not only urgency was paramount, my silence was also sought, "You are being given a heads up thanks to your father" she said, "but your age disqualifies you, but we keep that to ourselves", she added, with a smile and a motherly hug.
I was both frightened and excited, and a few days later as I was fast tracked and flew business class to Bangkok and then down to Hat Yai, a town on Thailand's south western border, I was going to learn how to give Thai body massages, with girls my own age and some younger, a way of life for existence in their culture, but I was too young to see the similarities, I was sold by my father as they were sold by theirs, sold into the sex industry and where better to learn the ropes than in a place where questions are never asked and no one is interested in your welfare.
The only saving grace for me was I was white, young, and very pretty, I was going to entertain men 50 years older than me and think nothing about dropping to my knees and feeding a cock into my mouth, or kneeling over the back of a couch and taking it up my arse, whilst other men watched and drank and took their turns.
Of course all of this was in the future, and back to the time when I first arrived I was feted and fussed over, and as the visits to the brothels and the desensitisation process began, I was still being thrilled as the brothels were in fact classy hotels and the girls were beautiful and extremely feminine.
My mentor took great pains to explain why Thai girls did what they did, she emphasised that I would see stuff that would blow my mind, but it was Thailand and an excepted way of life, I was to watch and observe and as I already knew about massage parlours back in the UK, there was sex and money exchanges, as men got excited being touched by strange women, especially young and beautiful women, and sex was a perfectly normal human reaction, as I would learn as I grew up, so giving a perfect stranger a quick wank, was well within my remit, as long as it stayed quiet and between myself and the man I just jacked off.
The thought of seeing sexual acts did arouse me on many levels, as sex does. My body was in a state of sexual arousal due to an abundance of sex hormones as my body was developing through my puberty, I was having bouts of hot flushes that masturbating at night relieved them, and these were before I was going to start the following week in the parlour, simply observing the process of western men going into the hotel and picking the girls, who were all wearing bikinis, and following them to a small room where I would see what they did, with the intention of actually getting my bikini off and joining in.
During the first days I shopped for clothes made of silk, and sunbathed on a private beach, naked, for an all over tan. It was here I met a white man, an American man I got used to be seen naked with him, and he was very complimentary and poured me a lot of champagne until I giggled and let him intimately touch me as he oiled my body, I was suddenly after just three days in love with my sugar daddy, who fingered me openly on this private beach, as I was high with drink and pills.
The following day my mentor took me to a classy hotel for my first introduction, she looked really classy in a summer dress that did very little to hide her femininity, she showed me she was completely nude under it, it was the only clothing she wore and it blew my mind seeing her display her sexuality so openly and freely.
We sat in the restaurant and I ordered a burger for my breakfast, it was ten o'clock and the massage opened at eleven and I saw the room start to fill with white men anxiously watching the door at the end of the bar, as well as us two white females, "Men are staring at us", I commented, to which she calmly retorted, "They want to fuck us", that thought made me almost wet myself, suddenly dipping my chips into the bowl of tomato sauce, was a sex act I perfected, knowing men were watching me as I put the chips into my mouth in a very suggestive way.
My mentor laughed, "When they cum into your pretty mouth, you might not find the taste so appealing", I blushed at her forthright frankness. It was a strange feeling knowing that one or maybe two of these men in here, might actually cum in my still as yet, virgin mouth.
In just under one week I was desensitised sexually, I was enjoying my new found freedom and sexually active with an old man who just fingered me applying suntan lotion, clearly I was up for more as my brain and body were chomping at the bit for more, sex has come over me with a whirlwind fashion, as it does once you're comfortable with your own body, so when the men started making their way to the door at the end of the bar, my mentor suggested we join them and watch the procedure from the picking, to the fucking and somewhere in between, my supposed massage lessons were to be observed.
It looked to all intents, like a window in a shopping mall but instead of dummies and mannequins, it was real live breathing girls my age wearing ill fitting bikinis, and seeing the panting old and middle-aged men panting on our side of the window, pointing at the girls waving back to them to be picked, caused me to hold my breath, so this was what it was like for real life sex, it was at this moment my mentor slipped her arm through mine and pull me tightly to her. Men were looking at us and inching closer, sex is so powerful and as I watched and listened to the numbers, the girls had on their wrists being called out by the woman in control. each girl emerged into the arms of the man paying for their services, I felt a pang of longing, I wanted to join in and be taken to wherever they go and let these men have me.
"Let's go and watch them", she said, she seemed animated and agitated, as she dragged me through the door the men were going through with their young female companions. We took an elevator and passed a lot of rooms. The atmosphere was humid, and my mentor remarked the air stank of men's cum.
Our room was smallish with a couple of comfy sofas a huge window that looked directly into another room, where a man and a young girl were interacting with each other. The room they were in was large enough with a bath with a shower head, a lilo, blown up and ready and a bed, a table and chairs. Both were naked and in the shower and she was washing his genitals with soapy water when another girl came in, she was apparently asking him if he wanted to order a drink.
My mentor threw a switch and turned on the sound, and our small room filled with the sound of running water as they showered, my eyes were glued to her as she obviously knew how to excite him, and his American accented mumbling clearly showed how much he was enjoying her manipulations.
The girl returned with a large beer and as she put it down on the small table, the girl in the shower told the American, she was her sister and would he like her to join in.
I heard my mentor groan, "Fucking hell", she remarked, and I saw then she was without panties, she had started to touch herself and was clearly going to masturbate watching our voyeur show, I was glad at that moment, because I wanted to do the same, more so as the second girl, took her clothes off and joined her sister, standing up in the bath, and together they giggled as their hands and mouths were all over the rotund American, "He's going to fuck both sisters", she said, reaching across for my hand, and as I watched the show, she placed my hand on her nude pubis, and my fingers felt another woman's hard clitoris and wetness to equal my own.
She shifted her position to allow my fingers to go deep inside her warm wet pussy, as her own hand sought mine, and we sat their watching and masturbating each other, it just felt natural and exciting, as we came together and kissed our mouths, only stopping when the noises form our voyeurism dictated so, seeing such a large fat cock inside such a small tight pussy, and another girls tongue adding to his explosive orgasm, "This is what you will learn to do", whispered my mentor, "but first you must learn to enjoy and pleasure a woman", she continued, pulling my head down between her spread thighs.
Another Daddy Daughter Story
Daddy was 27 when he suffered a mental breakdown, I was two. A year later my mother's addiction saw me fostered out and for thirteen years I was brought up in various homes with loving peoples, but I was such a fucked up k** I started getting into trouble with the cops as a juvenile delinquent, using her body to get her own way. Good people naturally shied from me for fear of involvement with a minor, and I knew it. But for me, sex was my comfort, and I just could not stop, race, colour, age and gender, mattered not, I was addicted to my orgasms, I had many, too many to count in a week, but at fifteen and after a shit load of STD's, I knew I had to do something constructive, like find out what happened to my parents, so here is my story and my take on what happened when I found one of them, my daddy.
I sat one night and tried to count the men I had been with, a lot I knew personally, because they were regulars, married with high profile and drunkards I found in moments of weakness, down side streets and back alleys and whether it was up against a wall, or in a plush hotel, on my back or face down, it mattered not a jot to me, as I did the lot, I knew it easily number more than 100.
One of these many happened to be my psychiatrist, a married man himself with a young wife who was heavily pregnant, suddenly found himself in a state of arousal to my story telling, in his plush office, one late Wednesday afternoon, we were alone as his nurse had an appointment, whether by chance or intention, we meshed, my femininity and youth proved to much for his hormonal state of mind and obvious erection, when I offered to fuck him, he accepted and then told my problem was my daddy, "You should find him and set your life straight"
I felt deep down he was correct as events in my life pointed to that. Every little girl needs her daddy, most girls marry men in their daddy's image, or steer clear for other reasons, but having him in her growing years is instrumental and in my case, he was substituted by men inside me, fucking me in a physical love, feeling their cocks move around amongst my internal organs, was my connection to men, it was all I had to go on, and when the physical attraction waned it was my head that took over and my thoughts were not of the man inside me, it was my imaginary father loving me, his cock soothing me, and my orgasm his love for me, so in reality every time I had sex, regardless of the perversity of the physical union, I would close my eyes and it was daddy.
On numerous occasions I apparently blurted out loud during orgasm, "For daddy to fuck me harder", and "Daddy I was cumming", mouthing's that both shocked and excited the men banging my ass or pussy.
In reality in today's more open and transparent freedom of information I tracked him down to discover he never really got back to anything approaching normality, he was close to being a bum, happily getting by on his less restrictive but mentally easy lifestyle.
Meeting me for the first time after all this time, was emotional for both of us, we had this powerful attraction, for me at last I could put a face on all those lovers I imagined him to be like, but for him, I was a Pandora's box, a girl bearing the looks of the lost love of his life, I was so like my mother, only younger and I don't know whether seeing him sexually aroused as he started into my face and eyes, being with the memory of his first love, naturally I did not register due to his illness back then, but seeing his affection was all I had to keep us close.
That night I crawled into his bed and worked on him as my mother would have, and did the same the following night and every night after that, until I fell pregnant, with our baby and my sister.
In essence we were both lost c***dren enjoying our now established existence, we moved city to where we now both live, and find ourselves accepted as a couple. Weird, strange, no matter how you lable it, it works and has done for countless couple over the centuries, but it is an accepted mental state of mind as well as a good physical relationship, I have no complaints.
These two stories are not real in the sense for myself, but real for millions of women, the above does happen but having said that, they are a mixture of reality and fantasy, and fresh from a female mind, proving women can be sexually arousing by thoughts and words as well as using their bodies.
Please read them and don't feel ashamed if you feel like relieving yourself, enjoy them in the spirit they were conveyed to to and please make a comment and tell me which of the two you enjoyed the most.
Wishing I could watch you play, but I shall think about it, Love Frida and thank you in advance for your comment.
I was a very good swimmer and trained very hard with ideas about the Olympics as young athletes do, I would hasten to add, I was twelve, tall and gangly and extremely tomboyish.
My father was a maintenance worker for the town council, so I was able to get free passes into the baths and even the following year, have a part time job working as a locker room girl, which was all done under the radar, and gave me good pocket money.
Daddy thought it was good for someone so young to learn early about economics and earning and spending money.
One evening, another woman approached me and asked me if I would like to take a course on massage, as the baths were thinking about setting aside rooms in the basement for renovation into spa's and steam rooms with sun beds and massage.
I told her I knew nothing about massage, but she emphasised I could be trained, as my body was strong and my mind keen, "You will go to Thailand for six weeks in the summer and your father has said he is OK about it".
I was aghast, Thailand was so exotic, I could not believe what she had just proposed, this was way beyond anything I could imagine, and as Summer was now upon us, it meant leaving within days, but not only urgency was paramount, my silence was also sought, "You are being given a heads up thanks to your father" she said, "but your age disqualifies you, but we keep that to ourselves", she added, with a smile and a motherly hug.
I was both frightened and excited, and a few days later as I was fast tracked and flew business class to Bangkok and then down to Hat Yai, a town on Thailand's south western border, I was going to learn how to give Thai body massages, with girls my own age and some younger, a way of life for existence in their culture, but I was too young to see the similarities, I was sold by my father as they were sold by theirs, sold into the sex industry and where better to learn the ropes than in a place where questions are never asked and no one is interested in your welfare.
The only saving grace for me was I was white, young, and very pretty, I was going to entertain men 50 years older than me and think nothing about dropping to my knees and feeding a cock into my mouth, or kneeling over the back of a couch and taking it up my arse, whilst other men watched and drank and took their turns.
Of course all of this was in the future, and back to the time when I first arrived I was feted and fussed over, and as the visits to the brothels and the desensitisation process began, I was still being thrilled as the brothels were in fact classy hotels and the girls were beautiful and extremely feminine.
My mentor took great pains to explain why Thai girls did what they did, she emphasised that I would see stuff that would blow my mind, but it was Thailand and an excepted way of life, I was to watch and observe and as I already knew about massage parlours back in the UK, there was sex and money exchanges, as men got excited being touched by strange women, especially young and beautiful women, and sex was a perfectly normal human reaction, as I would learn as I grew up, so giving a perfect stranger a quick wank, was well within my remit, as long as it stayed quiet and between myself and the man I just jacked off.
The thought of seeing sexual acts did arouse me on many levels, as sex does. My body was in a state of sexual arousal due to an abundance of sex hormones as my body was developing through my puberty, I was having bouts of hot flushes that masturbating at night relieved them, and these were before I was going to start the following week in the parlour, simply observing the process of western men going into the hotel and picking the girls, who were all wearing bikinis, and following them to a small room where I would see what they did, with the intention of actually getting my bikini off and joining in.
During the first days I shopped for clothes made of silk, and sunbathed on a private beach, naked, for an all over tan. It was here I met a white man, an American man I got used to be seen naked with him, and he was very complimentary and poured me a lot of champagne until I giggled and let him intimately touch me as he oiled my body, I was suddenly after just three days in love with my sugar daddy, who fingered me openly on this private beach, as I was high with drink and pills.
The following day my mentor took me to a classy hotel for my first introduction, she looked really classy in a summer dress that did very little to hide her femininity, she showed me she was completely nude under it, it was the only clothing she wore and it blew my mind seeing her display her sexuality so openly and freely.
We sat in the restaurant and I ordered a burger for my breakfast, it was ten o'clock and the massage opened at eleven and I saw the room start to fill with white men anxiously watching the door at the end of the bar, as well as us two white females, "Men are staring at us", I commented, to which she calmly retorted, "They want to fuck us", that thought made me almost wet myself, suddenly dipping my chips into the bowl of tomato sauce, was a sex act I perfected, knowing men were watching me as I put the chips into my mouth in a very suggestive way.
My mentor laughed, "When they cum into your pretty mouth, you might not find the taste so appealing", I blushed at her forthright frankness. It was a strange feeling knowing that one or maybe two of these men in here, might actually cum in my still as yet, virgin mouth.
In just under one week I was desensitised sexually, I was enjoying my new found freedom and sexually active with an old man who just fingered me applying suntan lotion, clearly I was up for more as my brain and body were chomping at the bit for more, sex has come over me with a whirlwind fashion, as it does once you're comfortable with your own body, so when the men started making their way to the door at the end of the bar, my mentor suggested we join them and watch the procedure from the picking, to the fucking and somewhere in between, my supposed massage lessons were to be observed.
It looked to all intents, like a window in a shopping mall but instead of dummies and mannequins, it was real live breathing girls my age wearing ill fitting bikinis, and seeing the panting old and middle-aged men panting on our side of the window, pointing at the girls waving back to them to be picked, caused me to hold my breath, so this was what it was like for real life sex, it was at this moment my mentor slipped her arm through mine and pull me tightly to her. Men were looking at us and inching closer, sex is so powerful and as I watched and listened to the numbers, the girls had on their wrists being called out by the woman in control. each girl emerged into the arms of the man paying for their services, I felt a pang of longing, I wanted to join in and be taken to wherever they go and let these men have me.
"Let's go and watch them", she said, she seemed animated and agitated, as she dragged me through the door the men were going through with their young female companions. We took an elevator and passed a lot of rooms. The atmosphere was humid, and my mentor remarked the air stank of men's cum.
Our room was smallish with a couple of comfy sofas a huge window that looked directly into another room, where a man and a young girl were interacting with each other. The room they were in was large enough with a bath with a shower head, a lilo, blown up and ready and a bed, a table and chairs. Both were naked and in the shower and she was washing his genitals with soapy water when another girl came in, she was apparently asking him if he wanted to order a drink.
My mentor threw a switch and turned on the sound, and our small room filled with the sound of running water as they showered, my eyes were glued to her as she obviously knew how to excite him, and his American accented mumbling clearly showed how much he was enjoying her manipulations.
The girl returned with a large beer and as she put it down on the small table, the girl in the shower told the American, she was her sister and would he like her to join in.
I heard my mentor groan, "Fucking hell", she remarked, and I saw then she was without panties, she had started to touch herself and was clearly going to masturbate watching our voyeur show, I was glad at that moment, because I wanted to do the same, more so as the second girl, took her clothes off and joined her sister, standing up in the bath, and together they giggled as their hands and mouths were all over the rotund American, "He's going to fuck both sisters", she said, reaching across for my hand, and as I watched the show, she placed my hand on her nude pubis, and my fingers felt another woman's hard clitoris and wetness to equal my own.
She shifted her position to allow my fingers to go deep inside her warm wet pussy, as her own hand sought mine, and we sat their watching and masturbating each other, it just felt natural and exciting, as we came together and kissed our mouths, only stopping when the noises form our voyeurism dictated so, seeing such a large fat cock inside such a small tight pussy, and another girls tongue adding to his explosive orgasm, "This is what you will learn to do", whispered my mentor, "but first you must learn to enjoy and pleasure a woman", she continued, pulling my head down between her spread thighs.
Another Daddy Daughter Story
Daddy was 27 when he suffered a mental breakdown, I was two. A year later my mother's addiction saw me fostered out and for thirteen years I was brought up in various homes with loving peoples, but I was such a fucked up k** I started getting into trouble with the cops as a juvenile delinquent, using her body to get her own way. Good people naturally shied from me for fear of involvement with a minor, and I knew it. But for me, sex was my comfort, and I just could not stop, race, colour, age and gender, mattered not, I was addicted to my orgasms, I had many, too many to count in a week, but at fifteen and after a shit load of STD's, I knew I had to do something constructive, like find out what happened to my parents, so here is my story and my take on what happened when I found one of them, my daddy.
I sat one night and tried to count the men I had been with, a lot I knew personally, because they were regulars, married with high profile and drunkards I found in moments of weakness, down side streets and back alleys and whether it was up against a wall, or in a plush hotel, on my back or face down, it mattered not a jot to me, as I did the lot, I knew it easily number more than 100.
One of these many happened to be my psychiatrist, a married man himself with a young wife who was heavily pregnant, suddenly found himself in a state of arousal to my story telling, in his plush office, one late Wednesday afternoon, we were alone as his nurse had an appointment, whether by chance or intention, we meshed, my femininity and youth proved to much for his hormonal state of mind and obvious erection, when I offered to fuck him, he accepted and then told my problem was my daddy, "You should find him and set your life straight"
I felt deep down he was correct as events in my life pointed to that. Every little girl needs her daddy, most girls marry men in their daddy's image, or steer clear for other reasons, but having him in her growing years is instrumental and in my case, he was substituted by men inside me, fucking me in a physical love, feeling their cocks move around amongst my internal organs, was my connection to men, it was all I had to go on, and when the physical attraction waned it was my head that took over and my thoughts were not of the man inside me, it was my imaginary father loving me, his cock soothing me, and my orgasm his love for me, so in reality every time I had sex, regardless of the perversity of the physical union, I would close my eyes and it was daddy.
On numerous occasions I apparently blurted out loud during orgasm, "For daddy to fuck me harder", and "Daddy I was cumming", mouthing's that both shocked and excited the men banging my ass or pussy.
In reality in today's more open and transparent freedom of information I tracked him down to discover he never really got back to anything approaching normality, he was close to being a bum, happily getting by on his less restrictive but mentally easy lifestyle.
Meeting me for the first time after all this time, was emotional for both of us, we had this powerful attraction, for me at last I could put a face on all those lovers I imagined him to be like, but for him, I was a Pandora's box, a girl bearing the looks of the lost love of his life, I was so like my mother, only younger and I don't know whether seeing him sexually aroused as he started into my face and eyes, being with the memory of his first love, naturally I did not register due to his illness back then, but seeing his affection was all I had to keep us close.
That night I crawled into his bed and worked on him as my mother would have, and did the same the following night and every night after that, until I fell pregnant, with our baby and my sister.
In essence we were both lost c***dren enjoying our now established existence, we moved city to where we now both live, and find ourselves accepted as a couple. Weird, strange, no matter how you lable it, it works and has done for countless couple over the centuries, but it is an accepted mental state of mind as well as a good physical relationship, I have no complaints.
These two stories are not real in the sense for myself, but real for millions of women, the above does happen but having said that, they are a mixture of reality and fantasy, and fresh from a female mind, proving women can be sexually arousing by thoughts and words as well as using their bodies.
Please read them and don't feel ashamed if you feel like relieving yourself, enjoy them in the spirit they were conveyed to to and please make a comment and tell me which of the two you enjoyed the most.
Wishing I could watch you play, but I shall think about it, Love Frida and thank you in advance for your comment.
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