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I had a dream as a girl approaching her mid teens. I was naked and in the middle of a group of equally naked men wanting me. The night before bed, I secretly watched porn as my father drank with his friends and were unaware of my presence amongst them, and I was captivated by the sight of excited men and how big they grew out of lust for the women they watched.
In my dream all the men surrounding me were directed by my father who held a heavy iron chain in his hand, the other end was around my neck as I knelt in submission and recognition of daddy's control of the impending pleasure on offer.
I crouched like a dog on hands and knees, and saw the perverse lust in the men's eyes as daddy showed them how to fuck his willing daughter, standing stock still as I worked hard on his erection, the sheen of my wetness polishing his cock as it disappeared inside me and reappeared rampant and joyous of my muscular contractions, ejecting his warm semen a sign for the next man to take his turn.
My first ever wet dream, as it was explained, heralded the start of my menstrual cycles, such pleasure followed by pain and cramps serving to make me aware my pussy had started growing up and men would play a big part in my need for sexual gratification.
All girls, indeed some boys feel the same for aunts who fuss over them, like I do today with my nephew's knowing what my attentions do to them, we all harbor that desire to be the first one, to show the bodies ability to pleasure, as it was with me as a girl and now as a woman.
Sex, quite naturally begins in the home, how many fathers have resisted the temptation of sliding a finger inside his daughter's anus or pussy during a bath full of sudsy soapy water, acting like a lubricant and feeling the gentle pressure of taut muscular resistance.
I, apparently, never resisted and always enjoyed something that was frowned upon by other men, who made such an act of pleasure i*****l and against the will of their God, men, simply jealous it was not their fingers or their cocks doing the same thing.
Our priest once told me in confessional, 'That I gave him a hard-on, every time he looked at me'. I admitted to masturbation and listened to him jacking off on the other side when I told him about my sexual dreams and turn-on's.
He had his own way of redemption, passing his hand through the grate where I watched him and putting his fingers into my wet mouth, which I sucked tasting his semen with its chlorinated smell under my nostrils.
One teacher in school had a reputation for girls bums, always brushing his penis against them as he squeezed past us, we all knew of this and did it on purpose just to feel his erection move from cheek to cheek, having taken our panties off before class, for maximum impact.
No girl dared to expose him because we all felt something nice about it and relieved ourselves in the toilets afterwards, it was the closest we came to sex and none of us wanted it to stop.
It was inevitable that it would go further as the urge for sex gets stronger as we go into estrus the week before our periods, which happened to me when I found myself in a narrow corridor which required us to turn sideways, the girl turning to fave the wall and stick her ass out for him to press against, this time it was just myself and as he glided over one cheek and nestled in my crevice, I pushed back, pinning him to the wall and humped it, pulling my skirt high enough to expose my nudity and fish his cock out from his pants and feel him shoot between my wet labia.
I held him tightly between my thighs as I masturbated myself to orgasmic bliss, we said nothing to each other but we both knew this would not be the last time we would masturbate ourselves together.
As you can now discern and clearly see, a woman's sexuality is borne from such encounters in her life and clearly, learning about sexual pleasures can and does make her more susceptible to sex and its deviance's, my own particular trait being multiple partners, either in a line, or all together, until I hurt.
As a student my apartment was chosen by me because I saw a man across the way watching me through a pair of binoculars, my exhibitionist nature told me I would enjoy staying there, even though it a was a bit of a rough neighborhood, knowing that old man would be spying on me made me wet in anticipation.
I never closed my curtains and did most of my flashing in front of the window, making sure never to look outside or in his direction, I wanted him to think he was successfully watching a teenage girl on the fly.
Of course I needed to see the results of my exhibitionist traits, so I rigged a zoom video camera on his window and attached it to my TV where I could clearly see everything he did as he watched me looking at my TV outside his line of vision and I was not disappointed, seeing him masturbate to my nudity and more.
Then one day out of the blue I received a parcel, it was outside my front door when I arrived back from school. In side there were canned treats and chocolates, ladies lingerie in thongs and stockings, two bottles of wine, one red and one white and a type letter, addressed to me, he called me by my first name and it went as such:
Dear Frida,
Please forgive this naughty old man for invading your privacy and accept this small gift box in lieu for what pleasure you have brought back into my existence.
Each day since you moved in here, bringing your beauty into my miserable existence, watching you go about your daily routine has brought excitement and comfort to my old eyes and heart.
I realise upon reading this you might respond differently and shut down my only source of absolute pleasure but I pray you will see I pose no threat and only live to see you as you are a creature of grace and beauty from my confines, I only wish to be your friend and pray you will continue to be kind and never close your curtain to me
Your secret Voyeur, Johnny, 68.
I assumed the 68 was his age, I had never even tried to find out, but as I read his letter I realised he wanted me to know and hoped I would find the exhibitionist in me, which he did and my response was to pour a glass of wine and raise it to my open window and leave the curtains open.
That night I went to bed as naked as the day I was born, showing Johnny everything, only this time consensual and made everything one step more exciting, as he knew I was doing it for him.
One month later there was another box outside me door, more goodies and a small amount of cash, a very welcome handout for a student girl, and there was a vibrator, fully charged and as I held it up in my hand I openly laughed dropped my denims and used it as he watched me.
I thought about him a lot when I went to bed and when I got up in the morning, then one night I took a boy I met in a pub back to my flat and had sex with him. Of course he did not know we were being watched or that I was manipulating him so my old man could see something, but I did it, and to my surprise an envelope was pushed under my door containing £100 pounds.
Being rewarded for sex was a lesson I was fast learning, but like many girls these opportunities are always there, it would seem when men get horny all common sense flies out the window and they will quite literally do anything to get inside a girls pussy and leave their sperm.
In school we were always encouraged to raise funds, which were pooled and used to finance summer camps and cultural trips and in the process, learn about social interaction and selling.
One venture my daddy suggested was car washing and so myself and my sister did just that, advertised to wash cars and daddy would drive us around to prospective customers where we would wash cars and there was a big demand for our services.
After our first day we washed 10 cars and finished up looking as if we absorbed more water than we splashed onto the cars themselves, but 10 times $50 a car stunned both of us, until daddy sat us both down and made some suggestions.
Two beautiful teenage girls with killer bodies could demand that amount alone for one car if we were willing to go further, so the next day as the offers poured in from out of town, we packed our sponges, soaps and condoms, left our underwear at at home and started sucking and fucking old men until we were rolling in it.
Daddy and his daughters were having fun and soon the car wash was just a front as we put on a show as wild as girls can get, yes even daddy tasted his little girls as our mouths and tongues left his withered old crotch cleaner than any car we cleaned.
In my dream all the men surrounding me were directed by my father who held a heavy iron chain in his hand, the other end was around my neck as I knelt in submission and recognition of daddy's control of the impending pleasure on offer.
I crouched like a dog on hands and knees, and saw the perverse lust in the men's eyes as daddy showed them how to fuck his willing daughter, standing stock still as I worked hard on his erection, the sheen of my wetness polishing his cock as it disappeared inside me and reappeared rampant and joyous of my muscular contractions, ejecting his warm semen a sign for the next man to take his turn.
My first ever wet dream, as it was explained, heralded the start of my menstrual cycles, such pleasure followed by pain and cramps serving to make me aware my pussy had started growing up and men would play a big part in my need for sexual gratification.
All girls, indeed some boys feel the same for aunts who fuss over them, like I do today with my nephew's knowing what my attentions do to them, we all harbor that desire to be the first one, to show the bodies ability to pleasure, as it was with me as a girl and now as a woman.
Sex, quite naturally begins in the home, how many fathers have resisted the temptation of sliding a finger inside his daughter's anus or pussy during a bath full of sudsy soapy water, acting like a lubricant and feeling the gentle pressure of taut muscular resistance.
I, apparently, never resisted and always enjoyed something that was frowned upon by other men, who made such an act of pleasure i*****l and against the will of their God, men, simply jealous it was not their fingers or their cocks doing the same thing.
Our priest once told me in confessional, 'That I gave him a hard-on, every time he looked at me'. I admitted to masturbation and listened to him jacking off on the other side when I told him about my sexual dreams and turn-on's.
He had his own way of redemption, passing his hand through the grate where I watched him and putting his fingers into my wet mouth, which I sucked tasting his semen with its chlorinated smell under my nostrils.
One teacher in school had a reputation for girls bums, always brushing his penis against them as he squeezed past us, we all knew of this and did it on purpose just to feel his erection move from cheek to cheek, having taken our panties off before class, for maximum impact.
No girl dared to expose him because we all felt something nice about it and relieved ourselves in the toilets afterwards, it was the closest we came to sex and none of us wanted it to stop.
It was inevitable that it would go further as the urge for sex gets stronger as we go into estrus the week before our periods, which happened to me when I found myself in a narrow corridor which required us to turn sideways, the girl turning to fave the wall and stick her ass out for him to press against, this time it was just myself and as he glided over one cheek and nestled in my crevice, I pushed back, pinning him to the wall and humped it, pulling my skirt high enough to expose my nudity and fish his cock out from his pants and feel him shoot between my wet labia.
I held him tightly between my thighs as I masturbated myself to orgasmic bliss, we said nothing to each other but we both knew this would not be the last time we would masturbate ourselves together.
As you can now discern and clearly see, a woman's sexuality is borne from such encounters in her life and clearly, learning about sexual pleasures can and does make her more susceptible to sex and its deviance's, my own particular trait being multiple partners, either in a line, or all together, until I hurt.
As a student my apartment was chosen by me because I saw a man across the way watching me through a pair of binoculars, my exhibitionist nature told me I would enjoy staying there, even though it a was a bit of a rough neighborhood, knowing that old man would be spying on me made me wet in anticipation.
I never closed my curtains and did most of my flashing in front of the window, making sure never to look outside or in his direction, I wanted him to think he was successfully watching a teenage girl on the fly.
Of course I needed to see the results of my exhibitionist traits, so I rigged a zoom video camera on his window and attached it to my TV where I could clearly see everything he did as he watched me looking at my TV outside his line of vision and I was not disappointed, seeing him masturbate to my nudity and more.
Then one day out of the blue I received a parcel, it was outside my front door when I arrived back from school. In side there were canned treats and chocolates, ladies lingerie in thongs and stockings, two bottles of wine, one red and one white and a type letter, addressed to me, he called me by my first name and it went as such:
Dear Frida,
Please forgive this naughty old man for invading your privacy and accept this small gift box in lieu for what pleasure you have brought back into my existence.
Each day since you moved in here, bringing your beauty into my miserable existence, watching you go about your daily routine has brought excitement and comfort to my old eyes and heart.
I realise upon reading this you might respond differently and shut down my only source of absolute pleasure but I pray you will see I pose no threat and only live to see you as you are a creature of grace and beauty from my confines, I only wish to be your friend and pray you will continue to be kind and never close your curtain to me
Your secret Voyeur, Johnny, 68.
I assumed the 68 was his age, I had never even tried to find out, but as I read his letter I realised he wanted me to know and hoped I would find the exhibitionist in me, which he did and my response was to pour a glass of wine and raise it to my open window and leave the curtains open.
That night I went to bed as naked as the day I was born, showing Johnny everything, only this time consensual and made everything one step more exciting, as he knew I was doing it for him.
One month later there was another box outside me door, more goodies and a small amount of cash, a very welcome handout for a student girl, and there was a vibrator, fully charged and as I held it up in my hand I openly laughed dropped my denims and used it as he watched me.
I thought about him a lot when I went to bed and when I got up in the morning, then one night I took a boy I met in a pub back to my flat and had sex with him. Of course he did not know we were being watched or that I was manipulating him so my old man could see something, but I did it, and to my surprise an envelope was pushed under my door containing £100 pounds.
Being rewarded for sex was a lesson I was fast learning, but like many girls these opportunities are always there, it would seem when men get horny all common sense flies out the window and they will quite literally do anything to get inside a girls pussy and leave their sperm.
In school we were always encouraged to raise funds, which were pooled and used to finance summer camps and cultural trips and in the process, learn about social interaction and selling.
One venture my daddy suggested was car washing and so myself and my sister did just that, advertised to wash cars and daddy would drive us around to prospective customers where we would wash cars and there was a big demand for our services.
After our first day we washed 10 cars and finished up looking as if we absorbed more water than we splashed onto the cars themselves, but 10 times $50 a car stunned both of us, until daddy sat us both down and made some suggestions.
Two beautiful teenage girls with killer bodies could demand that amount alone for one car if we were willing to go further, so the next day as the offers poured in from out of town, we packed our sponges, soaps and condoms, left our underwear at at home and started sucking and fucking old men until we were rolling in it.
Daddy and his daughters were having fun and soon the car wash was just a front as we put on a show as wild as girls can get, yes even daddy tasted his little girls as our mouths and tongues left his withered old crotch cleaner than any car we cleaned.
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