Escape From Singapore
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When as a girl you reach an age where sex becomes a big thing in your life, so big, you don't think about what's considered taboo, in fact the exact opposite happens and like a d**g addict looking for a bigger fix, you start to fuck in a manner considered dangerous sex, that kind of kink, gives the best orgasms, for me anyhow I went at it full pelt.
My background had a fertile beginning with both sets of my parents being swingers. My father worked offshore in Aberdeen and my mother would travel up with him for crew change on a Tuesday, staying over on the Monday night and coming home Wednesdays and sometimes Thursdays.
Later on I found out she was fucking her brains out with the men who had just spent a few weeks without sex on the rigs, giving them the eye as they left the heliport and watched daddy take off to give her her now found freedom, going back to the hotel the offshore guy took her too for sex.
Eventually the inevitable happened as it does with couples with an open marriage like that, they divorced just after my tenth birthday and I took it hard, really hard as I missed my father very much, especially when he took up a posting to Singapore, I felt his loss very much and started to hate my mother and her sex addiction.
One particularly dull night sprung a surprise phone call from my father, he offered my a Summer vacation in Singapore, now he had his own apartment in a condominium, with its own swimming pool, tennis court and squash with a gym with weights and so on.
He promised me a tennis coach and visits to exotic locations like Thailand and Bali, which were cheap to take. It had been four years since I last saw him and I was really so excited it felt like something was changing in our relationship it was more sexual as I was growing up and had been menstruating for two years and boys were different to me than when daddy last saw me.
I knew when I stepped on the plane in London this was going to be a sexual experience, by the time I had settled into my seat my panties were soaked with excitement, I went to the toilet and took them off and sat back down in the seat with my bare ass on the cushion and my short dress hiked high enough to show, that's why I covered my lap with a blanket knowing the older Chinese man was looking at me and exciting myself with, 'If only he knew'?
When dinner was served I asked for a small bottle of wine, which was politely refused because of my age, which angered me as I considered myself adult enough to drink wine and besides my body was doing better than some of the stewardesses my breasts were well developed and I did have pubic hair, nicely trimmed under my blanket, but help was at hand, the Chinese gentleman noted my refusal, and slipped a bottle to me and I in return allowed my blanket to show a side show all the way up to my hip, he must have saw I was not wearing panties.
When the meal was over and the cabin darkened for the movie, I was softly touching myself under my blanket when the old man lent across to me and offered another small bottle of wine.
It was not the offer he was making for me to drink he was suggesting something else as he looked down at my blanket covered lap, he had been watching me clumsily fingering myself, and the bottle was shaped like a dildo, when I looked across at him I saw he too was masturbating and I smiled, seeing his cock was out, 'WTF, why not, so as he watched as I used the wine bottle , he shot his load all over his pants, before moving in alongside me and used the bottle.
I don't know if masturbation on a plane is membership to the 'Mile High Club', but my orgasm was deeply satisfying enough to send me to sleep.
We landed at Changi Airport where daddy awaited my arrival. I was still in 'commando mode' as I had gifted my soiled panties to the old Chinese man, with my email address written on them in ink and signed by me, why not, I had watched the movie 'The Lover' and had rubbed myself many times watching it, and now I had had my own oriental experience with an Asian man.
I was staring at my own father for the first time in nearly five years and he was so fucking sexy, like a modern day Richard Gere, and he me, he could not believe the girl that caught his eye was his own flesh and blood, I obviously attracted his attention, now I was really taller and athletic, with long flowing blond hair and beautiful scultped facial features.
We really were attracted to each other and as he hugged me I could fell his appreciation against my nude thigh. 'I want to get home and bathe', I said, feeling suddenly alive even with the time difference of eight hours.
'You have your own on-suite toilet', he retorted and when we climbed into the limo he had rented he popped a bottle of Champagne and poured me a glass as we sped along the East Coast Highway giving unbelievable scenery, I never imagined Singapore to be such an erotic place.
His flat in the condominium was up two flights of stairs, I went first deliriously swimming as the champagne did its work on my frazzled head, that's when daddy saw I was not wearing panties, but by then I was past caring, so I let him see his grown up daughter and it set the tone for the next three months, this was what I really wanted and now I was here I was going to let my hair down and live my fantasies.
My bedroom was bigger than our living room back home and the bed was a King-size plus, 'I could have an orgy in this', I laughingly said to my father, who by now could not keep his eyes from my crotch, now he had seen my pink moist flesh on the stairwell.
I got up and threw my arms around his neck and clung to him, he was looking at my bared bum in the full length mirror as my skirt had hiked up with my raised arms.
'Why don't you grab a shower', he suggested, playfully spanking my bared cheeks, I did not care he now touched me, I wanted to fuck and the booze was working on my lack of morality.
'Will you wash my back like you used to daddy', I asked him as I removed my top to reveal my brassiere?
He stared at me with a pained expression, later I found out why he did so, 'It's a shower sweetheart', he replied, 'not a bath'. His voice trailed off as my short skirt fell around mt slender ankles and I stood in my brassiere only, 'Then shower with me daddy', my voice was thick with desire and my eyes were hooded, he knew the signs and what I was suggesting.
He came across to me and gathered me up again, this time we were kissing passionately and I was lying back on this huge bed, drawing my knees up and outwards, closing my eyes as daddy's tongue gave me what I had been craving, my moans and screams went unheard as my cunt stretched and contracted on his eight inch cock, what a way to meet my daddy again and give him the ultimate in a daughters loving, feeling his semen fill my cunt and having his baby in my head.
I never did shower that night instead falling into a deep sleep better than I could ever remember and in the morning I awoke to a dawn chorus of strange noises only to be heard in the tropics.
I was lying atop my fathers hairy thigh my clitoris pressing against his hip bone, his morning 'Woodie' hard against my soft girlish thigh, I smiled as I looked down on his sleeping face and my hand touched him then encircled his circumference, I had replaced my mother in his affections and everything we did last night accounted for it, we had fucked like rats up a drainpipe and just could not tear ourselves from each other, yes we broke every law in the book, but all those wonderful orgasms made it worthwhile.
My gentle stroking of his cock awoke him with a smile on his face with myself looking down on him, 'Morning daddy', I whispered in my little girlish voice, I moved my leg over his other thigh so I now straddled him and fished between my own thighs to insert him back inside me, like daddy I also like a morning fuck, even though it was all in my head, now it was going to be a reality.
My poor father really was sexually drained as he remained flaccid to my wet pussy as I brushed him between my labia and tried to push him into my hole.
I got off top of him and wandered around the flat for the first time feeling my nudity charge my body with a carefree attitude, I had never felt like this before, it was as if the genie had been let out of the bottle and poor daddy had no idea how to put me back in.
He came out in his short dressing gown and just stared at me, my nakedness was in stark contrast to all the fittings in the room, or was it the age thing, girls ca do that to a man with their brashness and lack of fear being naked and honest about their feelings.
He went down a few steps in the open plan design to a huge wall of glass doors, covered by a netted curtain, looking out onto the poolside and tennis courts.
'Look here', he said, indicating to a flat across the way where another man was sitting drinking coffee behind a telescope. 'Who is that', I queried?
'That my dear daughter is my close friend Bill', and I peered through the small chink in the netted curtains at the middle-aged man who appeared to be looking in our direction.
'He has a telescope on his balcony', I suggested, pretty sure I was right.
Daddy laughed, 'We spy on each other when we entertain', he explained and explanation that prompted more questions than an answer.
I was guessing it was a sexual thing so I prompted for more salacious information, 'You spy when you have women in here'?
Again daddy laughed, I just knew he wanted to tell me, 'I have one in my bedroom too and yes we spy on each other he admitted.
'What do these women think'?
That was when he dropped his bombshell, 'I don't entertain many women darling', I waited and when he said it I don't know if I was jealous or happy, daddy preferred girls like me, and there were thousands of willing girls from the UK alone, either living and studying, or down on holiday lying around the poolside advertising their willingness to let these men give them some fun, no wonder he invited me down, he must have known from the girls he was shagging I would be like that.
The phone rang and I picked it up, he spoke as if daddy had answered it until I stopped him and told him it was me, his daughter, and as I talked I looked back through the net and saw he was peering through his telescope at our balcony, at this point daddy was in the shower.
'I hope to get to see you this morning', he said, 'Sure', I replied, adding, 'why don't you come across for breakfast'?
I opened the netted curtain as the sound of the shower gave me confidence to do so, and I kept opening it until poor Bill behind the telescope gasped, 'Fucking hell', I laughed, 'Now you can see me Bill', again my voice had dropped, I was teasing him with a full frontal, 'don't tell daddy you have seen me', I mock pleaded and he agreed.
'Don't forget breakfast Bill', I said thickly touching my pussy before letting go of the netted curtain. The shower stopped and I looked out again, it appeared Bill had dashed inside, I wondered what he might be doing.
to be continued.........
My background had a fertile beginning with both sets of my parents being swingers. My father worked offshore in Aberdeen and my mother would travel up with him for crew change on a Tuesday, staying over on the Monday night and coming home Wednesdays and sometimes Thursdays.
Later on I found out she was fucking her brains out with the men who had just spent a few weeks without sex on the rigs, giving them the eye as they left the heliport and watched daddy take off to give her her now found freedom, going back to the hotel the offshore guy took her too for sex.
Eventually the inevitable happened as it does with couples with an open marriage like that, they divorced just after my tenth birthday and I took it hard, really hard as I missed my father very much, especially when he took up a posting to Singapore, I felt his loss very much and started to hate my mother and her sex addiction.
One particularly dull night sprung a surprise phone call from my father, he offered my a Summer vacation in Singapore, now he had his own apartment in a condominium, with its own swimming pool, tennis court and squash with a gym with weights and so on.
He promised me a tennis coach and visits to exotic locations like Thailand and Bali, which were cheap to take. It had been four years since I last saw him and I was really so excited it felt like something was changing in our relationship it was more sexual as I was growing up and had been menstruating for two years and boys were different to me than when daddy last saw me.
I knew when I stepped on the plane in London this was going to be a sexual experience, by the time I had settled into my seat my panties were soaked with excitement, I went to the toilet and took them off and sat back down in the seat with my bare ass on the cushion and my short dress hiked high enough to show, that's why I covered my lap with a blanket knowing the older Chinese man was looking at me and exciting myself with, 'If only he knew'?
When dinner was served I asked for a small bottle of wine, which was politely refused because of my age, which angered me as I considered myself adult enough to drink wine and besides my body was doing better than some of the stewardesses my breasts were well developed and I did have pubic hair, nicely trimmed under my blanket, but help was at hand, the Chinese gentleman noted my refusal, and slipped a bottle to me and I in return allowed my blanket to show a side show all the way up to my hip, he must have saw I was not wearing panties.
When the meal was over and the cabin darkened for the movie, I was softly touching myself under my blanket when the old man lent across to me and offered another small bottle of wine.
It was not the offer he was making for me to drink he was suggesting something else as he looked down at my blanket covered lap, he had been watching me clumsily fingering myself, and the bottle was shaped like a dildo, when I looked across at him I saw he too was masturbating and I smiled, seeing his cock was out, 'WTF, why not, so as he watched as I used the wine bottle , he shot his load all over his pants, before moving in alongside me and used the bottle.
I don't know if masturbation on a plane is membership to the 'Mile High Club', but my orgasm was deeply satisfying enough to send me to sleep.
We landed at Changi Airport where daddy awaited my arrival. I was still in 'commando mode' as I had gifted my soiled panties to the old Chinese man, with my email address written on them in ink and signed by me, why not, I had watched the movie 'The Lover' and had rubbed myself many times watching it, and now I had had my own oriental experience with an Asian man.
I was staring at my own father for the first time in nearly five years and he was so fucking sexy, like a modern day Richard Gere, and he me, he could not believe the girl that caught his eye was his own flesh and blood, I obviously attracted his attention, now I was really taller and athletic, with long flowing blond hair and beautiful scultped facial features.
We really were attracted to each other and as he hugged me I could fell his appreciation against my nude thigh. 'I want to get home and bathe', I said, feeling suddenly alive even with the time difference of eight hours.
'You have your own on-suite toilet', he retorted and when we climbed into the limo he had rented he popped a bottle of Champagne and poured me a glass as we sped along the East Coast Highway giving unbelievable scenery, I never imagined Singapore to be such an erotic place.
His flat in the condominium was up two flights of stairs, I went first deliriously swimming as the champagne did its work on my frazzled head, that's when daddy saw I was not wearing panties, but by then I was past caring, so I let him see his grown up daughter and it set the tone for the next three months, this was what I really wanted and now I was here I was going to let my hair down and live my fantasies.
My bedroom was bigger than our living room back home and the bed was a King-size plus, 'I could have an orgy in this', I laughingly said to my father, who by now could not keep his eyes from my crotch, now he had seen my pink moist flesh on the stairwell.
I got up and threw my arms around his neck and clung to him, he was looking at my bared bum in the full length mirror as my skirt had hiked up with my raised arms.
'Why don't you grab a shower', he suggested, playfully spanking my bared cheeks, I did not care he now touched me, I wanted to fuck and the booze was working on my lack of morality.
'Will you wash my back like you used to daddy', I asked him as I removed my top to reveal my brassiere?
He stared at me with a pained expression, later I found out why he did so, 'It's a shower sweetheart', he replied, 'not a bath'. His voice trailed off as my short skirt fell around mt slender ankles and I stood in my brassiere only, 'Then shower with me daddy', my voice was thick with desire and my eyes were hooded, he knew the signs and what I was suggesting.
He came across to me and gathered me up again, this time we were kissing passionately and I was lying back on this huge bed, drawing my knees up and outwards, closing my eyes as daddy's tongue gave me what I had been craving, my moans and screams went unheard as my cunt stretched and contracted on his eight inch cock, what a way to meet my daddy again and give him the ultimate in a daughters loving, feeling his semen fill my cunt and having his baby in my head.
I never did shower that night instead falling into a deep sleep better than I could ever remember and in the morning I awoke to a dawn chorus of strange noises only to be heard in the tropics.
I was lying atop my fathers hairy thigh my clitoris pressing against his hip bone, his morning 'Woodie' hard against my soft girlish thigh, I smiled as I looked down on his sleeping face and my hand touched him then encircled his circumference, I had replaced my mother in his affections and everything we did last night accounted for it, we had fucked like rats up a drainpipe and just could not tear ourselves from each other, yes we broke every law in the book, but all those wonderful orgasms made it worthwhile.
My gentle stroking of his cock awoke him with a smile on his face with myself looking down on him, 'Morning daddy', I whispered in my little girlish voice, I moved my leg over his other thigh so I now straddled him and fished between my own thighs to insert him back inside me, like daddy I also like a morning fuck, even though it was all in my head, now it was going to be a reality.
My poor father really was sexually drained as he remained flaccid to my wet pussy as I brushed him between my labia and tried to push him into my hole.
I got off top of him and wandered around the flat for the first time feeling my nudity charge my body with a carefree attitude, I had never felt like this before, it was as if the genie had been let out of the bottle and poor daddy had no idea how to put me back in.
He came out in his short dressing gown and just stared at me, my nakedness was in stark contrast to all the fittings in the room, or was it the age thing, girls ca do that to a man with their brashness and lack of fear being naked and honest about their feelings.
He went down a few steps in the open plan design to a huge wall of glass doors, covered by a netted curtain, looking out onto the poolside and tennis courts.
'Look here', he said, indicating to a flat across the way where another man was sitting drinking coffee behind a telescope. 'Who is that', I queried?
'That my dear daughter is my close friend Bill', and I peered through the small chink in the netted curtains at the middle-aged man who appeared to be looking in our direction.
'He has a telescope on his balcony', I suggested, pretty sure I was right.
Daddy laughed, 'We spy on each other when we entertain', he explained and explanation that prompted more questions than an answer.
I was guessing it was a sexual thing so I prompted for more salacious information, 'You spy when you have women in here'?
Again daddy laughed, I just knew he wanted to tell me, 'I have one in my bedroom too and yes we spy on each other he admitted.
'What do these women think'?
That was when he dropped his bombshell, 'I don't entertain many women darling', I waited and when he said it I don't know if I was jealous or happy, daddy preferred girls like me, and there were thousands of willing girls from the UK alone, either living and studying, or down on holiday lying around the poolside advertising their willingness to let these men give them some fun, no wonder he invited me down, he must have known from the girls he was shagging I would be like that.
The phone rang and I picked it up, he spoke as if daddy had answered it until I stopped him and told him it was me, his daughter, and as I talked I looked back through the net and saw he was peering through his telescope at our balcony, at this point daddy was in the shower.
'I hope to get to see you this morning', he said, 'Sure', I replied, adding, 'why don't you come across for breakfast'?
I opened the netted curtain as the sound of the shower gave me confidence to do so, and I kept opening it until poor Bill behind the telescope gasped, 'Fucking hell', I laughed, 'Now you can see me Bill', again my voice had dropped, I was teasing him with a full frontal, 'don't tell daddy you have seen me', I mock pleaded and he agreed.
'Don't forget breakfast Bill', I said thickly touching my pussy before letting go of the netted curtain. The shower stopped and I looked out again, it appeared Bill had dashed inside, I wondered what he might be doing.
to be continued.........
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