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Chapter 14.
I woke momentarily next morning to the sound of the phone ringing. Before I could respond, I heard Alan answer it. After a moment or two it became clear that it wasn’t for me, so I drifted back to sleep. I was woken more forcefully some time later by Neil, who was shaking me vigorously and barking “Come on, get up, you’ve got a visitor.”
I fell out of bed, wearing only the knickers I’d worn the previous night. Still bleary eyed, I pulled on a T-shirt and some jeans and stumbled after Neil. I followed him upstairs to Alan’s flat, my mind still foggy, trying to wake up. I had just about got my wits together to ask who the visitor was when we reached the door to Alan’s living room. Neil stood back to let me enter first, a sly grin on his face as he said “After you.” With mock courtesy.
I entered the room eyeing Neil suspiciously. I looked around and saw Alan, lounging in a nearby armchair, looking very relaxed as he sipped a mug of coffee. He was talking to a man who had his back to me. He looked immediately familiar, but I couldn’t place him at once. And then he turned to greet me and I saw the old man from the newspaper shop. He grinned at me as we made eye contact, then winked. Ridiculously, I found myself blushing.
“Mr. Stuart has just come up with a brilliant idea, Alison.” Alan announced calmly.
“Oh yes?”
“Yes. He was just saying to me what a hot little bitch you are, and how we could all have some fun with you. He has suggested that we share you between us.”
“Share me?”
“Yes. He suggests that most of the time you should stay here and serve me and Neil, together with whoever else happens to turn up, but the rest of the time you would stay with him. I thought it would be interesting for you. What do you think?”
My mind was spinning. It was one thing to have to spend a few hours with the dirty, smelly old bastard, but this was something else. How long would I have to spend with the old bastard?
“Alan, could we talk about this in private for a moment?” I smiled nervously at the old man, as if trying not to cause offence. Alan looked at me thoughtfully at me for a moment, then smiled and said “Sure, why not?” As if he were doing me a favour.
I followed him out of the room, and we went to his bedroom.
“What the hell are you playing at?” I hissed. “Are you really proposing to hand me over to that old bastard? Jesus, I thought it was going to be a one-off. I didn’t think I was going to be his play-thing. I won’t do it, Alan. He’s disgusting. Christ, you should smell him close up. It’s enough to turn your stomach.”
“You will do it, because it’s exactly the sort of thing you want to do. You like to be humiliated, remember? That’s why you were running ‘round the park with your arse hanging out last night! The more shameful, the better, that’s what you like. So you will go round to his flat later today, and take what’s coming to you. Right?”
I hesitated. I really didn’t want to do it this time. He was disgusting. He smelt, he looked awful and the way he looked at me gave me the creeps. It wasn’t like going with the head master, who was older but still vaguely human. This old man was genuinely foul. I didn’t want him anywhere near me. I remembered what I had said to Alan and Neil yesterday. I would do what they wanted for the next three weeks or so, and they wanted me to do this. A deal was a deal. After a few moments, I nodded my agreement.
“Excellent! I’ll go and let Mr. Stuart know. Now you go and get ready, and I’ll let him know you’ll be there in about half an hour. Oh, and you’ll be stopping there overnight, just so you know.”
I stood in stunned silence as he left the room. I was going to have to stay with him all night? I shuddered at what he might have in store for me.
I went downstairs to my own flat. I made my way to the bathroom and set the shower running. While I was waiting for the water to heat up I stripped off my jeans, T-shirt and knickers and sat down on the toilet for a pee. I heard footsteps on the landing outside the bathroom, and suddenly the door swung open. I had stopped bothering to lock the door after me weeks ago, often enjoying it when Alan or Neil would casually walk in on me when I was in the shower.
Now the doorway was filled with the shape of the old man. He stood there, watching me pee, the small room filled with the sound of my urine hitting the porcelain. I covered my breasts with my forearm, but was unable to stop the flow from my bladder. I heard him chuckle to himself as he stood and enjoyed the show.
“Well, I’ll see you later then, Alison.” There was laughter from the other two.
I put my head down, trying to avoid eye contact.
My flow finally ceased, but he made no effort to leave. Instead he leaned against the frame of the door, as if making himself comfortable. I pulled some tissue from the roll, wiped myself as quickly as I could then looked around for my bathrobe. Of course I had left it in my bedroom! I resigned myself to yet more embarrassment, then stood and flushed the toilet. I turned my back on the old man as I checked the temperature of the water in the shower, then stepped in to the cubicle and under the warm, cleansing water.
I knew the old man was having a long, lingering look at my bottom, but I didn’t care. I didn’t doubt he’d see every inch of me within the next few hours, and I didn’t doubt that I’d enjoy every shameful minute of it. I started to lather my body, losing myself in the act of cleansing myself. When I turned around some minutes later, they had all gone, but the door was still open.
I stepped from the shower, then went through the rest of my routine. I shaved under my arms, then carefully over my pussy. I massaged moisturiser into my skin, wanting to feel my best, even for the old man. I plucked my eyebrows, combed my hair until it hung long and straight past my shoulders, almost to my nipples. Then I made my way to my bedroom.
I had been given no instructions on what to wear. Last time, I’d worn stockings and suspenders, but my stocking tops had been soaked with the old man’s semen, so I’d thrown them away. They’d been my only pair. I didn’t think he’d be the type to appreciate tights, so I would have to be bare legged.
I found a dark blue, knee-length, wrap around skirt in my wardrobe and decided to wear that. I also found a loose fitting, cream coloured blouse, which went well with the skirt. The obligatory white knickers and a pair of strappy sandals completed the ensemble. I put on a little make-up and set off for Alan’s flat.
I walked into his living room and Alan and Neil began to whistle appreciatively. Alan started to caress my breasts through my blouse, making my nipples harden. Neil lifted my skirt from behind and began to caress my bottom. “Who’s going to get fucked by a rancid old bastard then?” He laughed. Alan laughed too. Amazingly, I found myself laughing with them.
“Stop it you two! It isn’t funny! Really.”
Nevertheless, we all had a giggle at the old man’s expense. Then Alan said, “You’d better get off then. He’s expecting you.” I swallowed nervously. Then a thought occurred to me.
“What if Adam is there? Oh God! I don’t think I could cope with that. What do I do?”
“Just do as you’re told, and lie back and enjoy it.” Neil laughed. Alan joined in and soon they were roaring with laughter at my discomfort. Irritated, I turned and left the flat. Their laughter still ringing in my ears as I walked along the street towards the old man’s newspaper shop.
I reached the shop to find it closed. Of course, I thought to myself, it’s Sunday. Finding a side door, I rang the bell. I heard movement behind the door, and it opened to reveal the old man. He held the door open for me and motioned for me to come in. As I walked past him I could smell his strong body odour. It was all I could do not to shudder or hold my nose.
“Straight up the stairs.” He motioned.
I started to climb the stairs and he followed, enjoying the view up my skirt as he did so. The place smelled really bad. Old cooking smells mixed with body odour and general dirt. It looked as tough it hadn’t seen new paint in a century. The walls were nicotine brown and the carpets a non-descript colour between red and brown. The light was poor on the stairs. As I reached the top I stood and waited for him to direct me. He slipped past me, his hand running across my bottom. “In here.” I followed.
We went into a living room of sorts. The smell was awful, and it clearly hadn’t been cleaned in a long time. “Living room.” He grunted, and turned and left the room. I was clearly expected to follow him on his ‘guided tour’. The next room was the bedroom. An ancient metal framed double bed stood in the middle of the room, with an old chest of drawers nearby. Discarded clothes lay in piles on the floor.
I stood looking at the mess, feeling disgust rising in me. I was lost in my own thoughts and hadn’t realised he’d left the room until he yelled “Are you coming or not?”
I jumped and followed him, catching up with him in the kitchen. This was reasonably clean, with a modern cooker. Clean work tops and even a washing machine. I was surprised.
“Right, time for you to get to work. I’m going out for a few hours, going to see my son and his family. While I’m away, you clean the place, see? All of it. I want it spotless when I get back, right. You’ll find all the stuff you need in that cupboard there. I want you to do the living room, bedroom, kitchen and bathroom. Change the bed, wash the sheets and sort out all that washing that needs to be done. Oh, and you’ll find the things for tonight’s tea in the fridge. I’ll be back about six thirty, have food on the table for six forty five or you’ll be punished. Get on with it.”
And with that, he grabbed a coat and left. I was stunned! The old bastard. Not only was he going to have his little fun with me later, but I was expected to clean his dirty, disgusting hovel for him too. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Huffing with indignation, I made my way down stairs to the front door, determined to leave. I was going to go home and tell Alan to forget it.
It’s funny to think now. I’d happily comply with every perverted wish of every man I met, but the old man’s orders for me to do what he clearly saw as ‘woman’s work’ had revived all the old feminist instincts in me!
I stomped down to the front door only to find it locked. The old bastard had locked it behind him, and I was unable to leave. ‘Fine’, I thought, ‘I’ll phone Alan and he can come and get me out’. I went back upstairs to find that there was a lock on the phone. I couldn’t get out, and I couldn’t call for help either. I sat down on the stairs, furious, trying to figure out what to do next.
After about ten minutes or so I had calmed down. I looked at the clock, twelve fifteen. I had over six hours to wait before the old man got back. Resigned to a long wait, I decided to do a bit of tidying round, just to pass the time. I opened windows in the flat to let some clean air in, sorted out some of the filthy clothes which I now saw lay around in every room, and put a load in the washing machine.
I hoovered in every room, then made myself a cup of tea and sat down to think things through. Despite myself, I had quite enjoyed sorting through the flat, and I was pleased at the improvement. I still had several hours to go, and my thoughts turned to what lay in store for me when the old man finally did get home.
A thrill of revulsion ran through me. He’d already demonstrated that he could thoroughly humiliate me to the point of orgasm in the space of an hour or two, now he would have me for the whole evening and all of the night. The possibilities were endless. I slipped a finger into my knickers and felt for my slit. Sure enough, I was wet! Marvelling yet again at my seemingly insatiable sex drive I decided to play along with the old man.
I decided to play a little game of my own while I was waiting for ‘granddad’. I opened several buttons on my blouse and slipped my knickers off. Then I set about cleaning the flat as thoroughly as I could, but all the time imagining him there watching me. I imagined how he would be able to see down my blouse if I bent just so…., how he might get a glimpse of my bare pussy if I allowed my wrap-around skirt to open too far. Whilst I was cleaning the bathroom and toilet I got down on my hands and knees, imagining him looking up my skirt and enjoying the view of my bare arse as I toiled away submissively.
I cleaned and washed determinedly all afternoon, then set about ironing his clothes and putting them away lovingly. All the time imagining how I would be showing myself off to him. I imagined him telling me to do certain tasks, knowing that when I did I would expose myself to him, then smiling slyly to himself. I was blushing with embarrassment, but becoming increasingly aroused at the same time.
I changed the bed linen, the existing sheets were disgusting, God knew when they had last been changed. As I was putting clean ones on I imagined him watching me. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs wide causing my skirt to open and expose my shaven slit. I slipped my hand between my legs and began to stroke my sopping pussy. My clit was already hard and fantastically sensitive. I began to stroke my hard nipples. I writhed around on the old bed, listening to the springs as they creaked and groaned under my weight, imagining the sound they would make as he took me later on. I pushed first one, then two fingers into my hot tunnel, finger fucking myself towards orgasm. As I climaxed I heard myself sigh “Oh granddad”.
I recovered my composure, then set about more tasks around the flat. I looked at the clock; six o’clock. Half an hour and he would be back. I thrill of adrenaline shot through me. I hurried to the kitchen and began to prepare the meal. Al the ingredients were there and I busied myself enthusiastically. When the food was cooking nicely, I went to the bathroom and took off my skirt. I gently washed my sensitive pussy, savouring the coolness of the water.
Then I dried myself and, with a slight pang of regret, pulled my knickers back on. I fastened my skirt back into place, checked my make-up and hair in the mirror, fastened the buttons on my blouse, then went back to the kitchen to wait for Granddad.
He was right on time. At six-thirty precisely I heard the door open at the bottom of the stairs. I ran to the top of the stairs to greet him. He stood looking up at me. “Did you do as you were told?” He said, gruffly.
“Yes, Granddad.” I said in a little girl voice. “I’ve done all the cleaning and the washing and lots of ironing, and I’ve cooked you a really nice meal Granddad.”
He grinned openly. “You better have done it properly, my girl. I don’t want any crap jobs.”
“I have done it properly, honest Granddad. Come and see.” I skipped down the stairs to him, took hold of his hand and lead him up the stairs. As I did so I knew he could see right up my skirt to my small, white knickers. I felt a tingle between my legs.
I took him into each room in turn, the living room, then the kitchen, then the bathroom, and finally the bedroom. I stood in the middle of his bedroom as he looked around approvingly. Then I showed him the shirts I had neatly ironed for him and the drawers full of clean underwear, socks and handkerchiefs. He smiled again as he stood next to me, then slowly reached out and patted my bottom.
“Good girl. You have done well. I hope you can cook as well as you clean?”
“I’ve tried my best Granddad.”
“Well then let’s find out, shall we?”
He sat down at the kitchen table and I waited on him. I served his food, then hurried off to get him a bottle of beer. I stood and watched him like a serving girl as he sampled the food.
“Not bad at all. You can have some too, if you like.”
“Oh, thanks Granddad.” I served myself a plate of the food and sat down to eat.
“I’m glad to see you know your place.” He said after he had finished eating. “I can’t stand stuck up bitches who think they’re something special. You’re not like that, are you?”
“No Granddad, I know my place.”
“And where is that, then?”
“Where you tell me to be Granddad.”
He grinned again.
“You used to be such a stuck up bitch though, didn’t you?”
“Yes Granddad, but I’m different now.”
“So I see. Well, you’re not finished yet, young lady. Clear these plates away, then get on with the washing up. Oh, and I don’t think you need a skirt on for that, do you?”
I felt colour rush to my cheeks. “No Granddad.” I murmured. I untied the skirt, removed it and draped it over the back of a chair. Then I set about clearing the table and washing up while he sat and watched me, smoking cigarettes almost constantly.
I washed all the plates and pans, dried them and put them away, taking every opportunity to bend over and give him a good view of my bum. I could feel the heat building in my pussy. I hoped that whatever he had in mind for me, he’d do it soon.
“What shall we do this evening, Granddad?” I enquired, trying to sound innocent.
“Sunday night is cards night.” He said.
“Cards night?” I echoed stupidly.
“Yes. A few of my mates come over and we play cards and have a few drinks. Do that every Sunday. They’ll be here in a bit. When they get here, I want you to make them feel really welcome. Get them whatever they want, show some hospitality, ok?”
I swallowed nervously. This was getting more and more bizarre. Firstly I’d been locked in his flat as a domestic slave and cook, then I’d been the after dinner cabaret, now I was to be some sort of hostess to a group of dirty old men.
“Are you going to do as you’re told? I don’t want any nonsense out of you. Any tantrums and I’ll smack your arse, right?”
“Yes, Granddad. I’ll be good, I promise.”
“Good.” He looked at me with piercing eyes which promised retribution if I put a foot wrong. At that moment the doorbell rang. I looked at him for instructions and he barked “Don’t just stand there, go and open it. Show the gentleman in here.”
I hurriedly put my skirt back on then scampered off to the front door and opened it. A squat old man stood there, waiting. He had a large pot belly which hung over the waistband of his faded jeans and pushed at the buttons of his grubby white / grey shirt. He was virtually bald, but what hair he did have left had grown long and straggly, stretched across his bald head in an apparent attempt to give the impression of a full head of hair.
“Are you here to see Mr. Stuart?” I smiled at him.
“That’s right.” He said. His eyes ran up and down my entire body, lingering on my legs and breasts. “And who might you be?”
“I’m Alison, I’m a friend of Mr. Stuart’s. Please come with me.” I closed the door behind him then set off up the stairs. I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my thighs as he followed me, enjoying the view up my skirt. I deliberately swayed my hips provocatively, giving him the best possible view.
When we entered the living room, Granddad greeted him. “Hi Barry.”
“Evening Tom. Who’s the skirt then?”
“Local bint. Used to be a right stuck up cow, now she can’t do enough for me, if you know what I mean.” And he gave a huge, theatrical wink.
Barry turned to look at me again, “You’re kidding?”
“No, seriously. She’s here to entertain us tonight. Isn’t that right. Alison?”
I felt my face flush with hot colour. “Yes Granddad.” I muttered. Barry laughed out loud. “’Granddad’? he laughed. My God, she really is a little trollop, isn’t she?”
“Yes, and she’s the hostess for the night, so why don’t you tell her to get you a drink?”
“Good idea. Right, you, take my coat, then get me a can of lager, and make sure it’s cold.”
“Yes, sir.” I said in a small voice. I collected his coat, which smelled as bad as he did, took it into the hallway to hang up, then fetched him a can and a glass.
“Very good.” He said patronisingly as he took the drink. The doorbell rang again. Without waiting to be told I made my way downstairs. This time there were two men waiting. They were both in their sixties, the same as Barry and Granddad. One was tall, with a head of thick grey hair and a hard looking face. His body was lean. He had enormous hands, they looked out of place on his body. He was dressed in a pair of faded old trousers and a T-shirt that might once have been black. The other was much shorter, about Granddad’s height, with a head of greasy hair which had once been ginger, but now looked sandy and bland. He smiled at me revealing a row of crooked, tobacco stained teeth.
Without waiting to be invited, they both pushed through the door. The tall one was about to make his way upstairs, but ‘ginger’ held him back, grinning and motioning for me to go first.
I started up the stairs and they fell into line behind me. I knew they were enjoying the view up my skirt, and I was about to put on a little wiggle for them too, when I felt a rough hand slide up my thigh. I jumped and squealed with surprise, the sudden movement caused me to trip on the stairs and I fell forward, exposing my knickers to the two old men. They both giggled to themselves.
“Should get yourself a longer dress if you don’t want to play, girly.” One of them growled. More laughter.
I took them into the living room, where I quickly discovered that the tall one was called Alf and the ‘ginger’ one was Roger. At mention of his name my mind went back to the evening in the pub. My tormentor that night had been called Roger, and he had ended up with his hands on my pussy and boobs. I shuddered with excitement.
I was quickly told to take Alf and Roger’s coats and fetch them drinks. As I did so I could hear the conversation coming from the other room. It was clear that Granddad was telling the others about me. I kept hearing snatches of conversation. “I tell you….. pissing down…. T-shirt and no knickers….. see the lot. Comes over here with a letter…. Tits out, lovely pair too…. Stripped her bare and fucked her….. only teaches my grandson, doesn’t she?… says she’s a right miserable bitch.”
His story was punctuated with raucous laughter from the other three. They were all making comments, most of which I couldn’t make out, but they were clearly obscene in nature. I wondered how far I would have to go this evening.
I took the drinks in to Alf and Roger. Alf took his without comment, Roger gave my bottom a playful smack as I turned to leave.
“So what’s she doing here tonight then, Tom?” Roger asked, “Sunday nights is sacred, no tarts allowed. You going soft or something?”
“Not a bit of it, Rog. I just thought it would be nice to have a bit of waitress service for a change. Course, if you want to rough it, I can always send her home….”
“Oh no, that’s fine by me, mate. Always like to see some bitch put to good use! I suppose you couldn’t afford a topless waitress then?”
They all sniggered happily; my skin started to crawl. I knew what was coming.
“Now that is a good idea.” Granddad announced. “Alison, get them out.”
All four of them turned to look at me. I could feel my heart beating against my chest. It never occurred to me to object. I had bought into this fantasy completely by now. I felt myself blushing. I knew this would appeal to them, so I tried to keep the moment going for as long as possible. I slowly started to undo the buttons on my blouse. The room had gone very quiet as they watched me slowly expose more and more flesh.
When the final button was open I let the two halves hang open, exposing the skin between my breasts whilst I made a great show of unfastening my cuffs. I looked at them from under my eyelashes, feigning reluctance. A couple of them rubbed at their crotches with their hands. I opened the second of my cuff buttons then paused momentarily. In one movement I opened my blouse, then pushed it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
Granddad smiled appreciatively as I exposed my breasts to them. The others grunted their approval. There was a moment of silence, then the comments started.
“Fuckin’ hell Tom, you weren’t joking were you?”
“Lovely pair. Not very big though, are they?”
“No, but they look good and firm though.”
“They are, believe me!”
“I wouldn’t mind havin’ a feel of those, I can tell you.”
“Help yourself, she won’t mind. Now are we going to play cards or look at her tits all night?”
“Lets do both!”
Raucous laughter.
They took their places at a small table and Granddad started to deal cards to each of them. Barry turned to me and said, “Get me another can.”
I took the empty one and scurried off to the kitchen. I took him his can and offered it to him.
“Well open it then.” He ordered.
I opened the can and handed it to him. Again he refused. “If you’re doing this properly, you don’t hand it to the customer, you put it on the table.”
“Sorry, sir.” I muttered and leant over to place the can on the table next to him. As I did so, I felt his hand slide up the back of my thigh, disappearing under my skirt. I jumped in surprise, knocking the can over and spilling some of the contents on the card table.
“You clumsy bitch!” Granddad yelled, “Get a cloth and clean up that mess.”
I literally ran to the kitchen and returned with cloths and kitchen roll. I set about moping up the small spill of beer, watched closely by the four old men. After a moment or two Barry calmly reached out and began to stroke my bottom over my skirt. I didn’t react, and a moment later I felt his hand sliding up my skirt again. I wanted so much to move away, but stayed, letting his hand travel higher and higher. I felt his fingers stroke the inside of my thigh, and then he cupped my bottom cheek in his meaty hand. I had finished mopping up the beer and stood at the side of the table, waiting for him to finish feeling me up.
“Made you jump when I put my hand up your skirt did it?”
“Just a little, yes.”
They all laughed.
“Well now you know what to expect, don’t you?”
“Yes sir.”
“Right, enough of that, I need another drink.” Granddad said. “Yeah, me too.” Announced Alf. “And me.” Roger chorused.
I looked at Barry, who winked at me then patted my bottom again. “Good girl. You get on and get the drinks then.”
I made my way to the kitchen, fully aware of the heat in my pussy. I prepared their drinks, then noticed a small round tray, similar to the sort used by waitresses. I put the drinks on the tray then returned to the living room, where their next hand of cards was under way.
As I bent to put Granddad’s drink on the table Alf, who was sitting next to him, reached out and cupped my left breast. I didn’t move as he ran his massive paw across my breast, which looked small and juvenile in his oversize hand. He tweaked my nipple, which immediately started to respond. There were grunts of approval at this. When I reached to put his drink down he turned his attention to my right breast.
“You’re right Tom, they are nice and firm.” He grinned at Granddad.
“Lets have a look then.” Roger demanded.
I walked round to him and put his drink down.
“Come and sit in my lap.” He ordered.
I sat down on his lap and he started to grope both my breasts. He started to twist my nipples, which caused me to gasp gently. He chuckled at that.
“Bit sensitive, are they?”
I nodded.
“Does this hurt then?” He pinched both nipples and pulled on them. I gasped and yelped at the sudden discomfort, writhing around on his knee. He let go of my nipples but continued to stroke my breasts with his left hand. Then I felt his right hand on my knee.
“What are you hiding up here then, I wonder.” He announced to a round of giggles from the others. I said nothing, letting my head drop.
He ran his hand up the inside of my thigh until he reached the top of my leg. He pushed my thighs apart and began stroking my crotch. I could feel the heat there, and I knew I was becoming wet. He then grabbed my crotch with all four fingers and began to knead my pussy. I gasped with pleasure. The sensations he quickly generated in my hot slit were washing through my body. In moments I was wriggling around on his knee, gasping and moaning.
“She really is a hot little thing isn’t she?” He asked no one in particular. The others sniggered. “I think it would be nice of her to show us what she’s got, don’t you think, gentlemen?” There were grunts of approval. I looked over at granddad, waiting for the order I knew would come.
He smiled at me, then nodded. I stood up and slowly unfastened my skirt. I let it fall to the floor and bent over to pick it up. I walked slowly over to a chair and dropped my skirt on to it. Then hooked my thumbs into my waistband and pushed my knickers down to my ankles in one swift movement. I stepped out of them and dropped them on top of my skirt, then I turned to face them. Their eyes raked over my naked body. I turned round at their command, bent over, spread my legs wide, showing them my most secret places.
My face was hot with embarrassment, my heart was pounding with arousal. I could feel my pussy getting wet. I made my way to the kitchen to get them more drinks feeling light-headed and deliciously sexy.
As I placed each of their drinks on the table next to them, each old man ran his fingers over my bottom and bare pussy. Barry slipped his hand between my legs and ran his thumb along my pussy lips, a small sigh escaped from me.
“You fuckin’ love this, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“I saw a film once of a tart fingering herself. Do you do that?”
I nodded again.
“Do it for us, now.”
Without looking at granddad I moved to a nearby chair, turned it to face them and sat down in it. I slid down in the seat, opening my legs as I did so, then arched my back and lifted my legs, splaying them as wide as I could and giving the four old men a clear view of my pussy. I could feel the cool air on my lips, and knew they would be wet and swollen. I imagined how it would look to them as I sprawled in front of them.
I began to caress my breasts, stroking the hard, sensitive nipples, cupping them, rolling the nipples gently between my thumb and forefinger. Then I put my hand between my legs, placed a finger along each of my pussy lips, and spread them as wide as I could, showing them my delicate inner lips. They shifted around in their seats, there were murmurs of approval. I slipped my middle finger into my pussy, sliding it in slowly, pushing it as far in as I could. Then I slowly withdrew it, brought it up to my mouth and sucked it, savouring the taste of my own pussy.
I started to play with my clit, rubbing it, stroking it, teasing it. Waves of pleasure washed over me. I sprawled in the chair, my legs wide apart, fingering myself while four grubby old men watched and enjoyed. I could feel my orgasm building.
“Granddad, can I come please?”
“Not yet. Keep going.” The others laughed. I kept on masturbating for them, feeling myself edging closer and closer.
“Please granddad. Please let me come, I’m so close now, and I so want to come. Please granddad?”
“What do you think, fellas? Shall we let her?”
“Make the little bitch wait if you ask me. Make her sweat for a bit longer.”
“Nah! Let the little slut have her fun.”
“Yeh! She’s put on a nice little show there, besides, I want to see her face when she comes.”
They all looked at granddad, waiting for the verdict. I waited too, still teasing my pussy, stroking my clit, feeling my climax building.
“Please granddad, oh please let me come, granddad.” I whined. They all laughed, one of them imitating me, “Oh yes please let her come granddad, her sticky little twat needs to come.” More laughter. I felt a new wave of shame flood over me, driving me even closer to orgasm. I realised I was pinching my clit and nipples in my attempts to delay my climax.
“Fine. Go on then. Come for us.”
I did so immediately, my body shaking as the waves of pleasure ran through me. I closed my eyes as my orgasm started, blocking out all sight of the four old men watching. When my climax subsided I opened my eyes to see all of them grinning at me. There was a moments pause, then they all started to applaud. I covered myself as best I could, covering my bald slit with one hand and my breasts with the other arm, then I ran from the room, the sound of their applause and laughter ringing in my ears.
I made my way to the bathroom, where I tried to calm myself. I thought seriously about running from the house, then remembered that I was stark naked and my clothes were in the same room as my tormentors. If I wanted to leave I would either have to go naked through the streets or face the audience again.
After a few moments I began to calm down. I thought about what I had just done. I felt disgusted with myself, then began to get randy again. I felt out of control. Not only was I stripping for a bunch of dirty old men, letting them see every inch of my body, touch it, grope it, make comments about it, I was also quite happy to put on a lurid sex show for them, enjoying every minute of it. What would they want to do next, I wondered. The possibilities sent a thrill through me.
I made my way back to the room, taking a deep breath before opening the door. The four of them were playing cards, as if having a twenty-two year old strip bare and masturbate in front of them was an everyday event. I walked slowly over to the table. Granddad looked up from his cards.
“Can I get you another drink Granddad?” I asked sweetly.
“Sure, why not.”
I picked up his glass, then the others all ordered more drinks too. I placed the glasses on the tray then left the room. As I reached the kitchen there was a roar of laughter from the living room. I busied myself getting their drinks. Then the kitchen door opened. Barry came in and stood watching me as I filled glasses. Then he came and stood right behind me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck, smell his body odour. His hands started to stroke my bum, cupping each cheek in his fat hands. The he began to grope my breasts, squeezing them roughly, pinching my nipples.
He grabbed my shoulders and span me round to face him. I stood placidly, his to enjoy. He pushed his hand between my legs, rubbing my pussy lips then pushed one fat digit between my lips and into my hot tunnel. I gasped as I felt him penetrate me. He chuckled nastily to himself then murmured, “Dirty little bitch, aren’t you? If you were my granddaughter I’d smack your arse so hard you wouldn’t sit down for a month. I bet you’d like that though, wouldn’t you?”
I didn’t answer, just hung my head in shame. He put a hand on my shoulder and began to push me down. He was going to have me, right here in granddad’s kitchen. I fell slowly to the floor and he knelt over me. He pushed my legs apart, staring at my pussy as he did so. He licked his lips then began to unfasten his trousers. He pushed his jeans and grubby underwear down, releasing his half-erect cock. His beer-belly sagged, almost covering his pubic hair, then he shuffled between my legs and sank down with a contented sigh.
He began to rub his cock against my pussy lips, I could feel him stiffening. Then he entered me. I felt his cock pushing into me as his belly flopped onto mine. He grunted happily as he started to screw me, then he began to lick my neck. He started to plant wet kisses across my face. I felt revolted. His long straggle of greasy hair fell across my face and my nostrils were filled with his body odour.
“Dirty little fuckin’ bitch, you love it, don’t you? Don’t you?”
“Yes.” I whimpered.
“Tell me how much you like it.”
“I love it when a man uses my body, I love it when a man touches me. I like to please men, make them happy. I love it when they have me, when they come inside me.”
“I’ll bet you do, you little slut. Go on.”
“I like to let men see my body, let them touch me, do anything they like to me. I like to put on a show for men, like I did before. I’m just a dirty little bitch and I love cock. Why don’t you come inside me?” I purred in his ear whilst reaching down to fondle his balls. He groaned and then I felt him shooting his load deep into me, then he collapsed on top of me. He stayed there for what seemed like ages, then finally rolled off me and pulled his jeans up. He got to his feet and looked down at me, a look of disgust on his face. I stood up and started to put the drinks glasses on the tray. As I turned my back to him he lashed out at me, smacking my bottom three or four times. I shrieked with shock, my bottom stung by the blows.
“Shut up.” He yelled, “Shut up you little bitch or I’ll give you something to cry about. Dirty little slut, you should have your arse warmed.”
He slapped me a few more times then left the room. “Alison, where the fuck are you with our drinks you lazy bitch? Get in here, now.” I heard granddad yelling from the living room. I hurried to get the drinks together then made my way to the room where the four of them were again playing cards.
I started to serve the drinks, then Barry sneered, “She’s a good little fuck Tom, I’ll give you that, but I think she’d benefit from having her arse warmed more often. See how much more well behaved she is since I gave her a lesson or two?”
“What did you do to her?” Alf chuckled.
“Gave her a good seeing to, then smacked her arse for being so easy.”
They all laughed at this, then Alf and Roger insisted that I turn around so they could inspect Barry’s handy work. They weren’t happy with the results and so I had to drape myself over Alf’s lap and endure another spanking. His enormous hands punished my bare bum until I was crying genuine tears of pain. They were all having a great time, Barry and Roger laughing while granddad just watched and smiled.
After a while Alf seemed satisfied and I was allowed to stand in the corner while they got on with another hand of cards. I could feel the heat radiating from my smarting backside and knew that it would be bright red for their amusement.
After a few more minutes I heard Alf say, “Tom, you don’t mind if I, er….”
“Help yourself mate. Enjoy!” More laughter.
Alf made his way towards the door without even looking at me. I glanced at Granddad, who just winked at me and smiled. I knew what was expected of me, and so I simply trailed after Alf, following him back to the kitchen.
As I closed the kitchen door behind us, Alf turned to me, unfastening his trousers as he did so. He dropped his trousers, revealing a nest of grey pubes and a shrivelled cock, then sank down on a chair with a sigh.
“Let’s see what that pretty little mouth of yours can do for your Uncle Alf then, shall we?” He chucked.
Obediently, I knelt between his spread thighs and began to lick and suck at his cock whilst stroking and tickling his balls. He soon began to respond, and in a very short time I was sucking and wanking his fully erect shaft into my mouth. He grunted with each stroke, then put his huge hands either side of my head and began to rock me up and down on his swollen shaft. His cock began to hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag.
I put my hands on his hips, trying to push away but he held me firmly, pushing my head down onto his cock, forcing his glans into my throat. I began to cough and splutter, trying to turn my head to enable some air to enter my lungs. I heard laughter behind me, then someone began to deliver sharp smacks to my bottom. I gasped with shock and pain, only for Alf to take this as his opportunity to force his cock deep into my throat. I tried not to panic, tried to breathe through my nose, but the stinging blows to my bottom made me gasp and cry.
I couldn’t breathe. My throat was filled with Alf’s cock and still my unknown assailant was smacking my bottom. I began to get dizzy. I thought I was going to pass out at any moment, then I felt Alf’s cock twitch and he began to shoot strings of ropy semen into my throat. He grunted with each spasm of his member, then finally he let go of my head.
I fell to the floor, gasping for breath, retching and coughing his semen out of my throat and nose. Tears ran down my face and I began to sob in misery. Then I felt a cock start to push against my back door.
At first I was too busy concentrating on pulling air into my lungs and expelling the last of Alfs’ vile ejaculation to be bothered, but then I felt it penetrate me and start to push deep into my bowels.
I looked over my shoulder to see Roger, his face contorted in concentration and sheer lust, easing his swollen cock into me. Behind him, I could see Granddad and Barry smiling lecherously.
“Enjoying yourself?” Granddad grinned to me. Before I could answer Roger drove his cock deep into me, making me gasp.
“Look at her, Tom, she bloody loves it. Can’t get enough of it can she? No, it’s a long time since I saw such a dirty little bitch, and so versatile too! She’ll take it up any hole, won’t she? And as if that’s not enough, she loves showing off what she’s got for the gentlemen too. Dirty little strumpet, you want me to give her arse some more punishment?”
“No, that’s fine, thanks Barry! I’ve got a few things in mind for her pretty little arse after you’ve gone.”
“You mean you’re not going to let us watch? You miserable old git, Tom!”
“Don’t worry mate, you’ll have your chance for more fun with her another time. Looks like Roger’s enjoying himself though.”
They both chuckled as Roger increased the depth and speed of his strokes, grasping my hips and pulling me onto his invading member. I just let him pull me around, feeling his cock deep inside me, wishing him to finish. I felt more dirty than ever before as this group of dirty old men used and abused me, laughed at me and called me every vile name they could think of. Part of my brain registered granddad’s words, and I shuddered inwardly at the thought of what he might have in mind for me.
And then Roger started to come. I felt him twitch and start to shoot into my bowels, and then he pulled out and shot his hot, sticky load all over my back and bottom. I shuddered as each hot spurt splashed onto my skin. The others laughed again. Then Roger fell back onto his haunches, giggling to himself. I started to slowly get to my feet.
“I think your should say ‘thank you’ to your uncles for giving you such a nice time, don’t you Alison?”
“Yes, Granddad. Thank you Uncle Roger, thank you Uncle Alf and thank you Uncle Barry. Thank you for giving me such a nice time.” I said weakly.
“Tom, you know what you should do with this little bitch, don’t you?” Barry said excitedly.
“No, what?”
“Give her to Leroy for one of his parties.”
“You think he’d be interested in her?”
“Sure, why not?” They all chorused.
“Who’s Leroy?” I asked, not liking the sound of this at all.
“Leroy?” Granddad echoed, “Biggest fucking black bastard you’ve ever seen! Must be six foot six if he’s an inch. He’s one of the main ‘enforcers’ ‘round here. No one messes around with Leroy. He has these parties, for his friends, you know?”
“Well, for his male friends.” Barry interrupted. The others laughed again.
“Exactly! He has these parties for his male friends. He’s always on the lookout for fresh meat. Needs a constant supply of new, white girls for his parties.”
“Just white girls?” I asked.
“Just white girls. Seems he likes to see white girls pleasing black men. Oh, he invites a few white guys to his parties, but it’s mainly ‘the brothers’ who get to go. And they have a great time by all accounts. How about it, you fancy getting shagged stupid by a whole house-load of horny niggers?”
“I, er… I don’t know, I mean, I er.” I had no idea what to say. They were all looking at me with a hungry look in their eyes. I started to feel scared, and not in a nice way.
“I’ll make the call Tom, I’ll let you know later on what Leroy says.” Barry said, then leaned in and said something else to granddad, too quiet for me to hear, but granddad snickered nastily.
Then Barry, Alf and Roger were pulling on their coats and saying their goodbyes to granddad.
“See you again soon Tom. Thanks for a nice evening. Very entertaining!”
They left without a word to me. After they had left granddad said, “You better go and wash. I want you clean before you get into my bed.”
“Yes, granddad.” I mumbled and made my way to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and waited for the water to run warm. A few moments later granddad walked in.
“If you’re waiting for hot water, you’re out of luck. You’ll have to wash in cold.”
I hesitated for a moment, then stepped into the freezing cold shower. I gasped and shrieked as the cold water played on my body, then began to wash as quickly as I could. I soaped my entire body then began to rinse under the shower. As I made to step out granddad pushed me back in.
“Wash your cunt, you dirty bitch.”
“I did!” I cried.
“Do it again. Better this time.”
He stood there and watched as I washed my most intimate place with freezing cold water.
“And your arse-hole as well.”
I soaped my back passage, shivering with cold, then let the water rinse the soap away.
“Can I get out now please, granddad.” I said through chattering teeth.
“No. Do your tits again.”
“B b b but, they’re clean!”
“I know. But do them again anyway. I like to watch that!”
I soaped my breasts, squeezing them and tweaking my hard, crinkled nipples for him. Finally, he was satisfied and I was allowed to step out of the freezing water. He handed me a tiny little towel, the sort you’d usually dry your hands on, then stood back and watched intently as I dried my body.
When I was dry he motioned for me to follow him back to the living room. Still shivering, I followed him.
He sat down in a chair then called me over to him. “Are you cold?”
“Yes.” I said, my teeth were still chattering.
“Well come here, and I’ll warm your arse for you.” He said, and laughed to himself.
“But, I er, I mean why? I mean, I’ve done everything you told me to, granddad, why are you going to …”
“Because I choose to, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Besides, we both know you like it, don’t we? Now get over my knee.”
Reluctantly, I draped myself over his knee. He began to stroke my bum cheeks, one at a time. Then he pushed my thighs apart slightly, then ran a finger tip along my slit. I shuddered involuntarily, making him chuckle to himself. Then he started to smack my bottom. My skin was still cold from the shower, and his blows stung. I cried out and instinctively put my hands behind me to protect myself from the blows.
He grabbed hold of my hands and forced my arms up into the middle of my back. My head was pushed down and I was unable to move. Then I saw him reach down and remove one of the slippers he was wearing.
“No. No, please granddad, not that. Not the slipper, please granddad, it hurts too much. No please…”
It was no good. The more I pleaded, of course, the more he enjoyed himself. He began to rain blows down onto my poor bottom, making me squeal and cry. My bottom soon felt like it was on fire, and he just kept on and on, sometimes concentrating on my bottom, other times on the tops of my thighs. I was soon reduced to a sobbing mass, gasping for breath and begging him to stop.
Finally, he did. “Right, get up.” He barked. I did so at once, sniffing and rubbing my bum cheeks as I did so.
“Stand in front of me.”
I did so, noticing how his eyes travelled from my breasts to my shaven mound. “Turn around and bend over.”
I did as I was told, opening my thighs slightly without being ordered just to please him. I bent forward knowing that he could see all my most intimate places. I heard him grunt with satisfaction, then he began to roughly stroke and rub the inside of my thighs. He put his thumbs either side of my slit then pulled the lips apart, examining me intimately.
“Spread your lips for me.”
I reached behind me and spread my pussy lips wide for his inspection.
“Wider.”
I pulled them wider.
“Wider! “
“They won’t go any wider.” I complained.
Then he started to poke a finger into me, pushing into my tunnel, then pulling out. He took hold of my clit between thumb and forefinger and began to rub it, roughly. I groaned and began to wriggle but he gave me two sharp smacks with his free hand and barked “Keep still!”
I stood there for what seemed like ages, spreading my pussy lips for that disgusting old man while he poked and played with my delicate folds. Then he told me to spread my bottom cheeks. I hesitated momentarily, then pulled my cheeks apart, exposing my puckered little hole for his enjoyment. He started to circle my anus with a finger-tip, giggling as I instinctively flinched at his touch.
“You like it up the shitter, don’t you?”
“No.”
“Liar. I saw the way you let Roger fuck you there. You love it, don’t you?”
“No. I don’t like it, I don’t like it at all. It’s just that I can’t say no.”
He pushed his finger deep into me. I groaned. “You honestly telling me you don’t like it when a man pushes his cock up your arse?”
“No, I don’t. Really granddad, honestly I don’t.”
“Does Alan fuck you up the arse?”
“Yes.”
“And his friends?”
“Yes.”
“So anyone can shove their cock up your arse, and you’ll let them, that right?”
“Mmmm.”
“And you still expect me to believe that you don’t like it? Don’t make me laugh! It’s like having your arse smacked. You cry and whine like you don’t like it, but inside, you love it don’t you?”
“That’s different.”
“No it isn’t. You love being made to do things you think are awful, degrading, depraved. You’re a fucking snob, who gets off on being brought down to our level. That’s right, isn’t it. You think you’re way above me, don’t you, and yet here you are, stark bollock naked in my front room, bent over with my finger up your tight little arse. And you love it. Don’t you?”
“Yes!” I cried. “Yes, alright, I love it, you’re right. Happy now?”
“Don’t you take that tone with me, bitch!” He growled.
“I, I’m sorry granddad. I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m really sorry granddad, please forgive me.”
He slowly inserted a second finger into my bottom. I groaned out loud.
“It’s true, isn’t it? You look at me and you think you’re way above me. Too good for the likes of me, right? That’s why you would never have a conversation with me in my shop. Isn’t that right?”
“Partly.” I confessed. “I didn’t like the way you used to look at me. Like you were undressing me with your eyes. And you used to try to look down my blouse whenever you could. I used to hate that.”
“But you did think you were better than me, right?”
“Yes.”
“And now look at you. You’ll do anything I tell you to, won’t you. And no matter how disgusting or humiliating, you’ll get off on it, won’t you?”
I realised how aroused I was becoming. He had this effect on me. He made me admit the truth to him, all my little secrets. The humiliation never failed to get me hot. He was doing it again.
“I’ll do anything you tell me to, granddad.” I breathed.
“Tell me.” He urged.
“I used to think I was so special.” I started. “I thought I was superior to so many people. I used to hate men who tried to better me. I’d make a point of getting them back, making them look foolish somehow. I used to look down on lots of people, believing I was smarter than them, better than them. I thought they were beneath me.”
“You still do, don’t you?”
“Yes. I know I’m better than so many other people, I’m smart, I’m pretty, I’m sexy. I’ve got more money than them, better taste than them, a better career than them.”
“So?”
“I love it when they humiliate me. I love it when a man looks at me like I’m just a sex object. I love it when he uses me. Humiliates me. Abuses me. Makes me do the most degraded, disgusting things.”
“Like making you spread your arse while he stick a couple of fingers up your arse?”
A thrill of shame shot through me like a bolt of lightening.
“Oh God yes! A few weeks ago I couldn’t even have imagined standing here, naked while you did that. Oh granddad, what have I become?”
He suddenly pulled his fingers from my bottom. I looked ‘round at him. He smiled at me, then raised his fingers. I knew what was coming.
“Lick them clean.”
I knelt in front of him, took his hand and steered his fingers into my mouth. I licked and sucked his rough-skinned fingers until he was happy that they were clean.
“You have become what you most despised; a sex toy. No man will be interested in your mind now, not when you make your cunt, your arse and your mouth so easily available to them. And how could they take you seriously when you’ll drop your knickers and play with your wet little pussy for them, bringing yourself off while they watch you. How could you even think of yourself as the equal of a man, when any man can spank your bare arse, feel your cunt, make you do anything they like, and you love it all. Even when this little game of yours is over, and you go back to being whatever it is you’re pretending to be, you’ll always know, won’t you? You’ll always know that you are just granddad’s little girl. His to play with, anytime he wants.”
“Yes. I’ll always be your little girl granddad, I promise.”
“Of course you will. And you’ll always be a little slut, won’t you? No matter how respectable you try to be, you’ll always remember all those men who used you. Used you for their pleasure, not yours. There’s nothing mutual about this Alison. They use you for their pleasure. Any part of your body. They make you show yourself off to them for their fun, not yours.”
“I know. I’ll always be a little slut, granddad, I know that.”
“There’s a good little girl.”
“Would you like me to suck you off, granddad?”
“Would you like to do that?”
“Yes please, granddad. I love sucking your cock, and I love to see your big, hairy ball bag. Can I suck you off please granddad?”
He grinned, sat back in his chair and motioned for me to continue. I gave him my most wanton look from under my eyelashes, then reached for the button of his trousers. I opened it then lowered the zip. He lifted his hips momentarily and I was able to slip his trousers down, revealing the now familiar grey/white underpants with the yellow stains on the front.
I was totally in his spell, revelling in the total humiliation he was inflicting on me. Nothing was too base, too disgusting for me to do that evening. I put my face into his crotch and drew his smell into my nostrils. He smelt of old man, musty, aged, urine-stained. I kissed the yellow patches on his underpants, feeling his cock twitch beneath the fabric.
I put out my tongue and ran it along the length of the stiffening member, over the slightly stiff yellow patches. He grunted. I ran the tips of my fingers over his scrotum, again marvelling at the sheer size of it. Then I slowly peeled down the front of his underpants until the head of his cock came into view. I leaned forward and began to plant tiny kisses over its’ head, then ran the tip of my tongue around his foreskin. His cock continued to grow and swell, his glans starting to appear from under his foreskin.
I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and started to wank his cock slowly, deliberately. He lifted his hips again so that I could slip his ageing underwear down. I pushed them down to his ankles, then started to kiss and lick his over-size ball bag. I felt the skin start to tighten and crinkle as I did so. I started to stroke and tickle his scrotum with one hand whilst wanking his erect sock with the other. Then I slipped my lips over the head of his cock and started to suck gently.
I felt his cock swelling in my mouth and I pulled my hand gently down, easing his foreskin back over his glans. I wrapped my tongue around his sensitive head and sucked eagerly. I felt his body stiffen, then relax into his chair as I built up a steady rhythm. In a few short moments he was fully erect, his shaft hot and throbbing and his glans swelling in my mouth.
I lifted my head from his cock, looked longingly into his eyes and said, “Are you going to come in my mouth, granddad?”
He grinned at me, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I grinned back and nodded.
“Make it a good one for me then.”
I lowered my head and took his cock into my mouth once more. I sucked and lapped at his cock, wrapping my tongue around his glans. I bobbed my head up and down, wanking his cock and stroking his balls.
I could feel the tension building in him. With a sudden groan he started to empty his balls into my mouth. Spurt after spurt of hot, salty jism hit the back of my throat. I swallowed as quickly as I could, gulping down his thick seed. I had never known any man to produce as much in one go, and soon it started to overflow out of my mouth, running down my chin.
Finally, his cock subsided and started to relax. I let his softening cock slip from my mouth and looked up at him.
“Was that ok, granddad?” I said in my best ‘little girl’ voice.
“Wipe your chin.” He said, a broad grin on his face.
I ran my fingers across my chin, collecting the spilt semen, then as he watched I started to lick my fingers. His semen was incredibly thick and salty, it took me several moments to remove it all from my fingers. He watched me with a look of contentment and amusement on his face. When I had finally finished he said, “Are you happy now.”
“Yes, granddad.” I sang sweetly.
“I bet you’d like to have a quick fiddle with yourself before bed-time, though, wouldn’t you?”
I lowered my head, feigning shyness, “Yes please granddad.”
“Go on then.” He chuckled.
I lay back on the floor in front of him, spread my legs and began to stroke the lips of my pussy. I could feel the wetness as soon as I touched myself. I started to stroke my nipples with the other hand, feeling them tighten and swell beneath my touch. Then I slipped a finger between my pussy lips and found my hard little clit. Bolts of pleasure shot through me as I thrust my hips up, giving him an unobstructed view of my pussy and my sopping fingers.
I pushed two fingers into my hot hole and pressed my thumb down onto my clit. I started to gasp out loud as the waves of pleasure started to build. I looked up and saw granddad watching me, a lecherous smile on his face.
“Tell me how much you enjoy doing this.”
“Oh I love doing this. Showing myself off to a man. Playing with myself, while a man watches me, oh it’s so dirty.” I breathed.
“Have you done this for a lot of men?”
“Last weekend, Alan made me do it in front of a load of them. I had to tell them all about when I was a little girl, playing with myself in my bedroom at night.”
“I’d have loved to have had you when you were young. I bet you were really innocent, weren’t you?”
“I think so, yes.”
“Would you have liked me to play with you when you were young?”
Another thrill shot through me as I realised where this was going.
“Oh yes, granddad, I would have loved you to have played me when I was just a young girl.”
“How old were you when you first let a boy touch you?”
“I was fifteen when I first let a boy touch my boobs. His name was Michael, and he told me he loved me. I believed him, so one night I let him have a feel of my boobs. It was over my top at first, then later I let him put his hand inside my top.”
“Go on.”
“It felt nice, so I let him do it lots of times. Then he wanted to put his hands up my skirt, and I wouldn’t let him. He finished with me right after, then told all the other boys at school that he’d felt my breasts.”
“Who was the first to touch your cunt?”
“My boyfriend Joe. I was sixteen and he was so lovely. I let him feel my boobs lots of times, I even let him see them once or twice. Then he wanted to touch me there.”
“Say it.”
I gasped, more humiliation, more thrills. I carried on playing with my clit, burying two fingers deep inside me.
“He wanted to touch my pussy. One night he started to push his hand up my skirt, and I just let him. His hand went higher and higher. And then he reached the top of my legs. I remember opening my legs just a little bit, so he’d know it was ok. Then he put his hand over my pussy and just let it lie there. It was over my knickers, but I knew he could feel it, and it felt nice. I let him do it like that lots of times. And then one night we were in the park together, we’d found a quiet little place where no one could find us, and we’d go there just to be together. He’d had his hand inside my top, feeling my breasts, and then he’d put his hand up my skirt. I’d let him, like I usually did, and I’d started to like it. Then he started to wriggle his fingers, and that felt really nice. And then I realised that he was trying to get hold of the leg of my knickers. I knew what he was trying to do, and I decided to let him.”
“He started to pull the leg of my knickers to one side, and then he slipped his hand inside. He just touched me at first. Then he started to move his fingers around. It felt really nice. Then he found my clit. He didn’t know, of course, and I didn’t give him any sign, but when I felt his finger start to touch it I just melted inside. Then he found my hole and started to push a finger into me. I was really embarrasses because I was wet down there, so I told him to stop.”
“But you let him finger you lots of times after that?”
“Yes. I’d let him touch me whenever he liked really.”
“Did you let him fuck you?”
“Yes. He was the first one. I let him make love to me.”
“But wouldn’t you have liked it if I’d been doing it to you?”
“Oh yes, granddad. I’d have loved it if you’d have been there to play with me, to teach me.”
“What would you have liked me to do?”
“I would have come to your shop straight after school, and you’d have taken me into the store room, like you did the other day. I’d have come to you, and sat on your lap while I told you all about what I’d done that day.”
“Go on.”
“I’d have done anything for you, granddad, and I’d have liked it when you started to touch me.”
“Touch you where?”
I groaned. I was building to a massive orgasm, but I wanted to hold it off for a while yet, this was getting too enjoyable!
“You’d have felt my breasts first. You’d have stroked them, and felt them and said nice things about them, like, ‘these are very pretty, Alison’. Then you’d have opened one or two of the buttons on my blouse and slipped your hand inside, and pulled my bra cup aside and run your lovely, rough hands all over my tender young boobs. And you’d have said ‘ do you like this, Alison?’ and I’d have said ‘yes granddad’, and you’d have smiled at me, like I was a good girl. And then you would have stoked my leg, just above my knee, and slowly slid your hand higher until your thumb was just touching my most secret place. And I’d be sitting on your lap, with my blouse open, and you’d have been able to see my breasts, and your hand would be up my skirt, and you’d be just touching my pussy with your thumb. And I’d open my legs so you could reach easily, and you’d start to run your fingers along the gusset of my knickers, and I’d let you, granddad.”
“Would you have liked that?”
“Oh yes! Oh yes, granddad. I’d have loved that. I’d have sat there on your lap whole you stroked me and played with me, and I’d have opened my legs still further for you when you started to pull my knickers aside. And I’d have smiled at you as you started to feel my pussy, stroking the hair and feeling all over me, and then you’d push a finger between my lips, and I’d be wet, and you’d say ‘what do we have here Alison?’ And I’d say, ‘I’m sorry granddad, I can’t help it, I’m just a naughty girl, please forgive me’. But you’d say ‘I can’t let you off with this behaviour Alison, I must teach you a lesson.’ And then I’d have to stand up, and lift my school skirt right up, and then you’d pull my nice white school knickers down, and I’d have to go over your knee and you’d spank me for being a rude girl, and then you’d have to check again, to make sure I had learned my lesson, and you’d feel my pussy again, and tell me off for being so rude.”
I couldn’t hold off any longer. A massive orgasm shook my whole body as I pictured the fourteen year-old me being fondled and spanked by this dirty, repulsive, smelly little man. My entire body went completely rigid. I couldn’t breathe, I could hear nothing except the rushing of blood in my ears. Finally, the surges of pleasure started to subside, leaving only jangling nerves in their place. When I finally began to regain consciousness he was still there, grinning lewdly. I slipped my hand from my now sopping pussy and shook my fingers, relieving the cramp which had set in as I’d clamped my legs together on my own hand.
“Very good, Alison, very good indeed. I see you really do like the idea of being abused and humiliated. That’s why I think it would be good for you to go to one of Leroy’s parties.”
My head started to clear of the fog which had wrapped around my brain during my climax.
“What would I have to do?”
“Absolutely anything and everything you’re told to. Leroy holds the parties at some big old house on the outskirts of the city. Massive place it is, on about four floors. There’s usually about fifty guys invited, and about the same number of girls. All sorts of stuff goes on there, gambling, drinking, fighting, lots of deals get done there, and of course the girls have to make sure the men are happy. Most of the girls are prostitutes, I’m told they make a lot of money from one party, but they earn every penny, I assure you.”
“And I’d be one of these girls?”
“Yes. You’d be expected to please any man there, in any way he wanted. In short, you’d be just a convenient female body; a sex toy. Just what you want to be!”
“But would I be safe?”
“No one’s ever been killed at one of Leroy’s parties. No one would dare make that sort of trouble. But there’s no telling what you’d have to do, once you were there. All sorts of guys go to these things, some of them have pretty strange tastes! You up for it then?”
“I don’t know, I’ll have to ask Alan.”
“Alan will be fine with it, I know.”
“How do you know that?”
“He sent you to me, didn’t he? He likes the idea of you being used as a toy, believe me, provided you go back to him and tell him all about it afterwards. Shall I make the appointment with Leroy?”
“You mean for the party?”
“No, I mean for the audition.”
“Audition?”
“Sure. You don’t get to just stroll into one of Leroy’s parties. You have to convince him you’re good enough. I’ll arrange to take you over to his place, he can have a look at you, and if he’s happy he’ll let you in to play.”
I felt very uncertain about the whole idea. “Would Alan or you be there, I mean at the party?”
“No. I’d drop you off there on the Saturday afternoon and pick you up the following morning. You’d be on your own.”
“I really don’t know about this.”
“Relax. It’ll be fine. You’ll have a great time. I’ll make the appointment in the morning. Now let’s go to bed.”
I followed him dumbly to bed. Granddad seemed to have had enough of my body and so we both fell asleep almost at once. I was woken before dawn by him pushing my legs apart and rubbing the head of his stiff cock against my pussy lips.
“Come on, wake up and put some effort onto it, I haven’t got all day.” He barked at me.
Mumbling apologies I started to stroke his body, reaching down to stroke his shaft, rubbing it up and down my slit before positioning it against the opening to my tunnel. Then he drove into me with one swift push, burying his cock in me up to the hilt. I gasped, now fully awake, and began to move my hips in time to his thrusts. Clearly I wasn’t doing enough for him as he reached down, took hold of my left nipple and began to pinch and twist it. I yelped in pain and started to frantically kiss, lick and stroke his body. I reached down and began to fondle his balls, I tickled his arse, I licked his neck, kissed his ear, began to whisper to him.
“Oh granddad I love it when you take me like this, I love to feel your lovely hard cock pushing deep into me. I want to feel your come shooting deep into me from your lovely big balls. I want you to fill me up, like you did last time. I want to feel your come leaking out of me as I walk home, soaking the top of my legs. Come on granddad, shoot your lovely jism right up my hot, tight hole. I’m always hot and wet for you, granddad. You can shoot your load into me any time you want, do anything you want to me, make me do anything. You can strip me at any time, play with my body, make me play with myself for you until I come.”
“Would you have liked this when you were fourteen as well?”
With a shock I remembered the scene I had invented the night before for him. A thrill of revulsion and excitement ran through me.
“Oh, I’d have loved you to do this to me when I was young, granddad. I’d have loved you to be the first. The first to touch me, the first to see me, the first to have me. After you’d spanked me you’d find that I was still enjoying myself. You’d tell me off, but then you’d change. You’d make me lie down on the dirty floor of the store room, and you’d make me spread my legs wide for you. You’d be able to see everything, and I’d do anything you said, granddad. You’d make me lie there, and then you’d open my blouse and push my bra up over my breasts. You’d be able to see all of me, every little bit. And then you’d take your lovely, big, thick, stiff cock out of your trousers. I’d look at it, and I’d be afraid. ‘It’s too big granddad, it’ll hurt me’ I’d cry. But you’d say ‘just lie still Alison, just do as you’re told’. And I would, granddad, I’d do just what you told me to do, I’d have to. And you’d spread my legs wider, then run your fingers along my slit. And you’d push your finger into my hot tunnel, and I’d be really wet, and you’d feel me squirming around as you felt my pussy. Then you’d put the tip of your big, stiff cock against the entrance to my pussy, and I’d cry out ‘ don’t hurt me, granddad’ and you’d drive into me, taking me for the first time. No one has ever had me before. You’re the first granddad. I’ll remember you for ever.”
He grunted and then I felt him shoot his massive load deep into me. I felt spurt after spurt of his hot, sticky come shoot into me. Finally, he collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath.
After a moment or two he rolled off me. He lay on his back for a few seconds, then reached for his cigarettes. He lit one, blew a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling then said, “What are you waiting for, a letter of thanks or something?”
I looked at him quizzically.
“I have to go to work now, and I’m not leaving you lying in bed like some lazy bitch. Get your kit on and bugger off. I’ll come and see you later, tonight maybe.”
I was stunned! I’d just given the dirty old bastard probably the best shag of his life and now he was literally ordering me to leave. My flash of temper must have showed on my face, because he said, “Although if you want to stay and have your arse smacked, I’m sure I can find time for that. Is that what you want?”
“No granddad.”
“Right, then get your fat arse out of my bed and bugger off.”
I got out of bed and padded off to the living room to retrieve my clothing. I had just pulled on my knickers when he came into the room. He took hold of my arm and marched me to the door muttering, “I don’t have time to wait around all day for a little tart like you, get out. Now!”
And with that he dragged me out of the living room. I reached out and tried to grab my skirt and blouse but he was too quick. Before I knew it we were out on the landing and then heading down the stairs. We reached the front door, he opened it and threw me out, slamming it shut behind me. I stood in a state of shock for a moment or two, until I realised that I was standing on his door step, in the thin morning light, wearing only a thin pair of cotton knickers.
I heard the sound of whistles and cheers and looked around to se a group of maybe five or six men standing at a nearby bus stop. I covered my breasts with my arms and turned to bang on the door. No response. I called through his letter box, “Granddad, please let me back in. Granddad, please, I don’t have any clothes on. Please don’t leave me out here granddad.”
No answer. After a few moments I realised that the old bastard wasn’t going to come back and let me in. I looked around me, the group at the bus stop were still calling and whistling. One of them started to walk towards me, a big, swarthy man, grinning broadly. I wasn’t about to hang around to be his plaything, so I scampered back to the flat.
When I reached my own front door I had another seemingly endless wait while I tried to wake Alan. As I stood there, shivering, one arm across my breasts the other hand jammed on the door bell a van load of building workers passed by. More cheers and whistles, accompanied this time by a chorus of comments and invitations.
“Did he throw you out then, darlin’? Come on over here, I’ll take care of you.”
“Is your pussy getting cold then, sweetheart? Why don’t you let me warm it up for you?”
“Plenty of space in the back of the van, love. Why don’t you let the lads keep your tits nice and warm. Come on over, we’ve got time before work starts.”
“I bet you’ve got a nice juicy cunt in there. Come on over and let us all have a look.”
Finally, an upstairs window opened and Alan’s head appeared.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“What do you think I want, dickhead? I want to come in, open the bloody door!”
Alan took his time, but finally opened the door, just as the driver of the builders van was opening his own door and getting out of the van.
I dived though the door, slamming it behind me, my heart racing.
“What the fuck happened to you?”
“The old bastard threw me out. Like this. Wouldn’t even let me get my things. Bastard! I had to make my way back here in just my knickers.”
“Anyone see you?”
I told him about the men at the bus stop, and the builders van. He giggled.
“It’s not funny.” I yelled.
“Yes it is! You running through the streets in just your knickers, trying to keep your tits covered while all those ‘rough, common types’ had a good look at you. Priceless! Maybe I should send you back out there, minus your knickers this time? Give them all a really good look?”
“No! Jesus Alan you wouldn’t do that. Please, don’t tease me, Alan. That would be too much.”
He looked thoughtful, “Ok, maybe some other time. What did the old bastard have you doing then?”
I told him about having to clean the flat, then cooking his meal, then about the card night and the three other old men.
“And they all had you? I bet that made you feel really dirty, didn’t it, being fondled and fucked by a bunch of geriatrics?”
“God, yes! I felt like a right slut. Nothing more than a piece of meat.”
Then I told him about Leroy’s party, and the suggestion that I should be given to Leroy.
He looked fascinated. “Fantastic! Imagine you being used by all those men. Have you ever even done it with a black man?”
“No.”
“You don’t like the idea, either, do you?”
“Not really. In the town where I grew up there were very few black people. Those that were there lived in the rough parts of the town. I was always being warned about going anywhere near them and my dad used to say to me ‘Don’t ever let me catch you with a black, right. If I ever see you with one of those people I’ll take the skin off your arse.’ I never went anywhere near them. Once though, I was with some friends and we were driving though that part of the town and we stopped at some traffic lights. Al these black guys surrounded the car and started saying the most disgusting, filthy things to us. We were scared stupid, and ever since then I’ve avoided black people whenever I could. I just don’t like them. So the thought of being used by a whole load of them as a toy is a bit scary.”
“I think it would be good for you to do this. Imagine how cheap and dirty you’d feel. Just imagine being used by dozens of big, black guys. Having to do whatever they want, just to keep them happy. How good would that be?”
I shuddered, then laughed out loud as I said, “Ok. I’ll do it.”
“I’ll phone the old man tonight. He can get it set up. Now, as you’ve woken me so early, and given me a hard-on by telling em about your evening with a bunch of dirty old me, I think you’d better give me a blow job before we have to get ready for work.”
He sat down in a chair and opened his bathrobe to reveal his stiff cock. I quickly went to work on him, sucking and licking for all I was worth until he emptied his balls into my mouth.
As he left to get ready for work he patted me on the bottom and said, “We need to hurry if we’re going to get the most out of you before you go back to John. I’ll speak to Neil and we’ll see if we can’t have some more fun with you, ok?”
I grinned back at him, “Fine by me.”
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