Adultery ALISON A TEACHER'S STORY by exbiidelhi2012

[sarit11]

I hesitated for a moment. I didn't doubt that between them, they would come up with some mind-blowing stuff for me to 'suffer'. And I knew that I would find the whole thing fantastically enjoyable. I just had one, last, lingering doubt. One small part of me was still fighting against being dominated and used. One last part of the 'old me'.

I weighed up the odds. I knew I could trust them both to keep to their part of the deal. Once I moved away, they would make no attempt to contact me, do nothing that would jeopardise my new life with John. I also knew that their fantasies were not that different from my own, and so I was unlikely to find anything they wanted to do completely unacceptable. And yet….

There was still a possibility that I had misjudged them. I thought I knew Alan pretty well by now. Neil, however, was a different proposition. He enjoyed humiliating me in private as much as Alan did, probably more, but he was also really into the group and public stuff, and he was much more brutal. His spankings really hurt, and he had been the first to torture my nipples. He enjoyed seeing me in physical, as well as mental pain. How far would he go if given carte blanche?
A thrill of fear ran through me. In raising the doubts in my own mind, I had practically talked myself into agreeing with their proposition! I took a deep swallow of wine.
"OK. I'll go along with whatever you say for the next three weeks, just don't go too far ok?" I grinned at them both. They looked like children given free reign in a toy shop!
"So what's been the best thing for you so far then?" Neil asked.
"I don't know."
"Come on, I bet you've got a favourite. What's turned you on the most?"

I thought about this for a moment or two. "I really liked the first time, with Alan, when I undressed for him in my living room. I'd never done anything like that before. Then the next time, in my kitchen, when I had to strip for him again. I really didn't want to, but somehow I couldn't say 'no'. That was really sexy."
"I came in your mouth and on your face that morning didn't I?" Alan remarked. "Did you finger yourself afterwards?"
"Yes. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I was covered in your semen. I lay on my bed and stroked my clit until I came."
"What happened next?" Neil asked.
"Later that day Alan spanked me for the first time because I hadn't shaved my pubes as he had ordered."
"And you enjoyed that, didn't you?" Alan asked.
"Yes. I'd never been spanked before, and I felt so ashamed as you put me over your knee then lifted my skirt. I remember my face burning as you pulled my knickers down and started stroking my bottom. Then you made me count each smack out loud, up to ten. It felt really painful and humiliating."

"I remember." Alan laughed. "I gave her a few light smacks and then slipped my hand between her legs. She was absolutely soaking. She'd loved every minute of it, do you remember me telling you about it?"
"I remember it well." Neil laughed. "Alan came into the pub that night and told us all how he had you stripping and sucking for him at the drop of a hat. Then he told us how Alison, the ultimate stuck up bitch, had a thing for having her knickers pulled down and her bare arse smacked. Jesus!, we laughed and laughed at that."
I had begun to blush at the memories of past abuses, but I had also become very aroused. Now the picture in my mind of Alan telling them all about how easily I had surrendered had me squirming around in my seat. I slipped my hand between my legs and started to rub my pussy through my knickers.
"What about the worst then? What has been the worst thing you've done?"
I thought for a moment, "I really didn't like it when you both held me down and Neil did it to my bottom."
"But I bet you like the idea of that now, don't you?"

I thought about it for a moment, then I had to confess, "Yes, I suppose I do, really. The idea of being used, and abused, is a real turn on. It's like last night, when I had to let all those men grope me in the pub, and then Paul and Richard stripping me and playing with me in the back of the car, making me come in front of all those other men watching outside. And then being made to walk through the streets virtually naked, the old man having a good look at me. God!, by the time I got back to the flat I was about ready to explode! And then you all made me play with myself and tell all that private stuff. A few weeks ago I would never even fantasise about that stuff."
"Did you used to fantasise about being shamed?" Neil asked.

"Some times. I used to fantasise that I was being watched all the time. When I was dressing or undressing. When I was in the bath or the shower. When I was on the toilet. I would imagine that someone, a man, was watching me when I was making love to John, or playing with myself."
"You liked that?"

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"Yes. Once I imagined that I was taking part in a medical research programme. I had to lie on a bed and bring myself off while a whole class of medical students watched. That was a good one! I brought myself off quite a few times with that one!"

"What started you thinking about that sort of stuff? When was your first fantasy?"
"When I was about fifteen. I told you how I used to rub a candle into my pussy? Well one night, I was in bed, my nightie pulled up and my knickers off. I was playing with my clit and pushing the candle into my pussy when my brother came into my room. He didn't knock, just opened the door and came in. Said he was looking for one of his books. I yelled at him to get out, and he did, but I never knew if he'd guessed what I was doing under the covers. I'd been pretty close, so I guess I'd been panting and gasping a bit, and my face would probably have been red, so he could have guessed what I had been doing. He never said anything though."
"So?"

"So after that, I got excited at the thought of being caught playing with myself! I imagined doing it to myself and my mum or dad coming in and catching me. I used to imagine being told off for being so dirty and rude. Then I imagined my brother catching me at it and teasing me about it, threatening to tell mum and dad. I fantasised that he made me do it while he watched."
"So you really like it then when we make you do that for real?"
"It's really exciting, yes!"
"So how would you feel if I told you to wank yourself off while a bunch of total strangers watched?" Neil asked.
I shuddered at the thought, "That would be something else! Part of me is appalled by the idea, and another part wants to do it. Are you going to make me do that?"
"Might do, might not. You won't know until I tell you!"
"Bastard!"
"Are you getting turned on?"

"Yes." I breathed.
"Would you like me to fuck you?"
"Mmm, yes please!"
"Tell me."
"I want you to fuck me. I want both of you to fuck me."
"Shall I fuck you up the arse, like last night?"
"If you want to. You can do anything to me Neil, you know you can. I'll do anything you say, anything you want."
I could feel my pussy getting wet.

"Why don't you put on a show for us first? Dance around a bit, get your kit off, entertain me." He laughed.
I finished my wine then went over to the stereo. I turned on the radio and a slow, bluesy ballad filled the room. I began to dance and sway in front of them both. After a moment or two I slowly lifted my T-shirt until my breasts were exposed. I left the T-shirt bunched above my breasts, then began to stroke and caress my breasts whilst gyrating my hips. I was about three feet in front of them, and I could clearly see the swelling bulges in their trousers. I cupped my breasts, pinched my nipples, then peeled off the T-shirt and dropped it to the floor.
I continued to gyrate my hips, which caused my breasts to sway in rhythm. I grabbed the waistband of my knickers and pulled them up tight into my crotch. I felt them slip up into the crack of my bottom as my hips moved. I turned my back to them, wiggling my bum at them as I did so. I pulled my knickers up as high as I could, then bent over, giving them a perfect view of the mound of my pussy, tightly covered by the white cotton of my knickers.

I turned to face them again. I slipped my hand between my thighs and began to stroke my pussy through my knickers. I could feel the wetness there. I pushed the thin cotton into my slit and groaned with pleasure as my finger slipped over my hard little clit. I began to finger fuck myself in time to the music, caressing my breasts with my other hand. They were clearly enjoying the show as much as I was!
I turned my back to them again and started to ease my knickers down over my hips. I bent forward slightly and wriggled my bottom as I slipped my knickers down. I bent over completely as I pushed them down to my ankles, then spread my legs wide, exposing my hot, wet pussy to them. I slipped my hand between my legs and spread my pussy lips apart. I could feel how wet I had become and knew they would see this too.
I stood and faced them again. I brought my knickers up to my face and began to smell them. At the same time I slipped my hand between my thighs and began to rub my pussy. I thrust my hips forward onto my fingers to the rhythm of the music. I was soaking wet, my clit was swollen and super sensitive. As I ran a fingertip over it jolts of pleasure tore through me. I was whimpering with pleasure.

I looked down to see that they had both opened their trousers and were slowly wanking their cocks as they watched my show. I dropped to my knees between them and reached out for their throbbing organs.
I dbangd my knickers over Neil's cock and began to wank his over-size organ with long, slow, deliberate strokes. He sighed contentedly. I ran the tips of my fingers along the entire length of Alan's cock, watching it twitch as I stroked the head. Then I began to wank it, using the same rhythm for both cocks.
After a minute or two I noticed pre-cum on Alan's cock, and lifted my knickers off Neil's to see that he had deposited some on them. Looking into Neil's eyes I slowly brought them up to my face and smelled them. I could smell my own sex juices but also his aroma. As he watched, fascinated, I licked at the stain his pre-cum had left on the cotton. Alan groaned, and I felt his cock stiffen still further.

I dropped my knickers, took hold of Neil's cock and lowered my head towards it. I planted small, delicate kisses onto its' head, then ran the tip of my tongue along the hole, licking up more pre-cum as I did so. Neil grunted with pleasure. I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck, running my tongue around his circumcised glans. I let go of Alan's cock and began to stroke Neil's balls. I could feel the skin of his scrotum tighten as I did so.

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I was incredibly aroused. I could feel the heat in my pussy, and I was giving Neil my all, sucking, licking and stroking his cock for all I was worth. I took his cock out of my mouth then moved closer to him. I put his cock between my breasts then pressed them together over his hot shaft. I began to move up and down, feeling his cock stroking the skin of my breasts. I began to kiss and lick at his belly, I heard him groan with pleasure.

"You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you?" He said.
"Oh God, yes!" I moaned.
"Did you enjoy putting on a show for us?"
"Oh yes! That got me really hot. I love showing off to you like that, I love it when you can see all of me, when you order me to show myself to you." I shuddered with pleasure.

"Maybe we should sell tickets!" Alan said. Neil laughed. "We could sell tickets to watch you strip and finger yourself 'till you came. Would you like that? A whole room full of complete strangers and you would have to strip off and then finger yourself. Maybe you'd use a dildo, or a vibrator? You'd have to keep going, with them all watching you, until you came. Would you like that?"
My heart was racing. The idea was both appalling and hugely exciting at the same time. "Yes, oh God yes." I whimpered. "Would I have to ask permission before I could come?"
"Definitely. You would have to beg the audience to allow you to come. And if you came without permission you would have to be spanked by every man there, before showing them how hot and wet your cunt was. How would you like that?"
I groaned and panted, whimpered and moaned. They knew exactly which buttons to press now. I writhed around on Neil, my breasts still wrapped around his rock-hard cock. I was desperate for some release.
"Please can I put your cock into my pussy?" I whined to Neil, "Please Neil. I'm desperate."
"Help yourself. But you can't come until I say so."

I got quickly to my feet and straddled myself over him, then I lowered myself down onto his waiting cock. I almost came as I steered the head between my pussy lips, then I groaned as I felt his massive girth start to slide into me. I sank down onto him, relishing the feelings of ecstasy which coursed though my body. Finally, I had all of him inside me. I stopped for a moment to savour being so full, and then began to rock my hips back and forth. The sensations were fantastic! I cupped my breasts and began to stroke them, paying particular attention to my erect nipples. I could feel his pre-cum smeared between them. I rubbed this into my skin, then brought my fingers up to my lips and began to lick them. I dropped my hand down between my legs, slipped a finger between my pussy lips and began to stroke my clit.
I began to increase the pace, rocking my hips faster and faster. My fingers were busy on my nipples and my clit, I closed my eyes, threw back my head and ground my pelvis down onto Neil's massive shaft. I could feel my orgasm start to build.

"Neil can I come? Please let me come, please Neil. Can I? Oh God, please let me come Neil."
They both laughed. "No." He said flatly. I almost screamed.
"I want you to tell me what a good little girl you are going to be."
"Oh God! I'll be good Neil. I promise. I'll do anything you want, anything at all, I promise."
I took my hand away from my clit; the sensations were too much. Now I was pinching my nipples, trying desperately to avoid climaxing without permission.
"So if I told you to go to work as a stripper in a night club, you'd do it?"
A thrill of fear ran through me. Would he do that?
"I'll do whatever you say, Neil. I promise."

"You'd do that, if I told you to? Stand up in front of a club full of strangers, then dance around stark naked?"
I was already desperate to climax, and the thought of having to strip for the enjoyment of a club full of dirty, disgusting, drunken men was adding fuel to an already over heated fire.
"Please Neil. I need to come. Please Neil, please let me."
"Would you do it?"
"Yes! Oh my God, yes. I'd do it if you told me to, I promise."
"You'd have to go into the audience as well. Be nice to the punters. Let them have a bit of a feel. Imagine all those strangers feeling your tits, pinching your arse, maybe even slipping a finger or two up your hot little cunt. You'd love it, wouldn't you?"

"Yes!" I almost yelled. "Yes, I'd love it. I'd love being made to strip for all those men, dancing naked for them. I'd dance around for them, they could touch me, feel me, do anything they liked to me. I'll do it Neil, I promise I will, please let me come, Neil, please."

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He groaned and I felt him twitch inside of me, then he was shooting his load into me. I ground my pelvis down on him as hard as I could, and pinched my nipples still trying to hold off my own climax. Despite my best efforts I felt my orgasm start to hit. My entire body shook as wave after wave of pure pleasure crashed onto me. I wailed and cried, gasped for breath and twisted my nipples painfully, imagining all those anonymous hands running across my naked body. I was lost to everything but the powerful feelings I was experiencing. My climax seemed to go on and on. I heard myself sobbing. And then it subsided and fell forward onto Neil's chest.

For a few moments all I could hear was my own ragged breathing and my heartbeat thundering in my ears. Then I was aware of Neil's breathing and the warmth of his body, his smell. Then suddenly Alan grabbed hold of my hair, pulling me off Neil, making me stand up. I cried out in shock and pain.
"You weren't given permission to come, were you? You were told that you were not to come without permission."

I was still gasping for breath. "I'm really sorry Alan. I couldn't help it, it was just too much. The thought of stripping off in front of a load of men, letting them use me, it just sent me over the edge. I'm sorry."
"You still came without permission. Now you're going to have to be punished."
I hung my head in mock shame. "Yes Alan. Whatever you say."
"Right, for a start you can suck me off while I think of a suitable punishment for you. Get started then."
He fell into a nearby chair and I dutifully knelt between his legs and reached for his cock. I gave him the most enthusiastic blow-job I'd ever given. I sucked and licked like my life depended on it! I rubbed the head of his stiff cock over my face, I took his pre-cum onto my finger and smeared it on my nipples. I licked his scrotum, kissing each of his balls in turn and taking them gently into my mouth.
"You've become a total slut, haven't you? You just love cock, don't you? Look at you, dancing and stripping for us, sucking and fucking. Imagining yourself stripping in a club, letting all those men use and abuse you, then getting off on that. All that feminist stuff was just crap wasn't it? Once you were getting enough cock you soon forgot about all that, didn't you?"
I nodded. As I massaged his cock between my breasts I surrendered the last of my dignity and self respect to him.

"I used to really believe all that stuff. I thought if I was a strong woman, men would respect me. I can see now that I was just pissing them off. What I needed was someone like you to show me the truth. I know now that I need to be dominated, I need to be put in my place." I rubbed the head of his cock in circles around my nipples. "Alan, I'm so sorry I disobeyed you. I'll try my very best not to disappoint you again, I promise. It's hard for me because you turn me on so much, and I'm such a hot little bitch. I only want to please you Alan. I know you'll find the right way to punish me. Are you going to spank my bare arse again? Do you want to come in my mouth and watch me swallow all your jism, or are you going to spray it all over my face and tits like you did in my kitchen. You could watch while I rubbed it in. You can do anything to me Alan. I'm totally yours, I promise."
I closed my lips over his cock just in time to feel him spurting into my mouth. I sucked greedily as the hot jism hit the back of my throat, then he grabbed my hair and pulled my face away from him. He shot several streams of semen across my face. I looked up at him, adoringly, my mouth wide open as he ejaculated over me.

As his spurts subsided he let go of my hair and I took him into my mouth again. I knew by now that he enjoyed it when I took the last of his jism into my mouth and swallowed it. I knew he liked the feeling of his cock going soft in my mouth, and I gently sucked him as it went down.
Then I looked him in the eyes as I began to massage his semen into my face. I knew he liked this, and he murmured approvingly as I began to lick my fingers. "Oh God, I love the taste of your sperm!" I made a show of smearing the semen over my face and then licking the residue from my fingers. Finally, I sat back on my haunches and looked at them both.
"Was that ok? Did I please you?"
They both grinned back. "You are getting the hang of this, aren't you?" Alan laughed. "That was very good. But you still came without permission, so you need to be punished."
"What are you going to do to me?"

"I think it's time for you to have a bit of exercise." He grinned.
"Haven't I just had plenty of exercise?"
"Never mind that. Get your T-shirt and knickers on, then find some trainers. You're going for a run."

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I pulled my knickers and T-shirt on, then found my trainers and put them on also. Then I looked at Alan enquiringly.

"Come with me."
I followed dutifully. We went to the front door of the flat. He opened the door and went outside. Feeling very self-conscious in just a T-shirt and knickers, I followed. It was a mild early summer evening. There were a few people on the street; most of them dressed for a Saturday night out. A couple of them looked at me quizzically as I stood and received my instructions from Alan.
"Right then. You need something to cool your blood. You're too hot, and that's why you can't control yourself. So, you're going to burn off some of that excess energy. You're going to run from here to the park, then do two circuits of the park and come back here. I'll be waiting. When you get you're going to have your arse smacked, is that clear?"

"Alan, the park has got to be a mile away. It will take me ages to do what you say, and I can't go jogging dressed like this. Can't I at least put a bra and a pair of shorts on?"
"No chance. You go as you are. And if you see anyone, make sure they get a good look at your tits swinging about. No covering them up with your arms, got that?"
"Yes Alan."
"Get on with it then. Just one last thing before you start." He reached behind me and grabbed hold of my knickers, yanking them up between my bum cheeks. I yelped in shock and alarm, and instinctively went up on to tip-toe, trying to relieve the pressure.
"Shut up." He ordered. "Keep them like that, understand?"
I could feel the cool evening air on my bum cheeks, and looked down to see that the fabric had also ridden up between my pussy lips. Anyone paying close enough attention would be able to see the clear outline of my pussy.
"Right then, off you go." And he gave me a smart smack on my bare bottom as my cue to start jogging.
I started to jog, hearing Alan and Neil chuckling to themselves behind me. As I made my way to the park I looked around me nervously. I felt terribly exposed dressed as I was, and I hoped that no one would see me, or if they did, they wouldn't pay any attention to me.

The first part went well. I reached the park gates without attracting much attention. Just a couple of men stopped and looked at me as I jogged past them. So far, so good. I entered the park and started my first circuit. There was no way I was going to cheat. I didn't trust Alan not to be watching me somehow, so I carried on jogging.
I was about half way round the park when I saw the group of youths ahead of me. There was about ten of them, mostly boys, with a few girls. They looked to be in their early teens.
I put my head down and tried to ignore them. As I drew closer I heard their conversation stop, and then there were a few giggles. Then a girl's voice said, "Hey, look, it's Miss Richards!"
My heart raced. I looked up sharply to see a crowd of familiar faces. They were all students at my college. Most of them were in one or other of my English groups. I was now acutely aware of my lack of proper dress, I felt my face colour.
"Didn't know you went jogging Miss." More giggles. I smiled back at them, but didn't speak.
As I passed them a one of the girls said, loud enough for me to hear, "Why is she out running in her knickers? And she's not wearing a bra!"

They all laughed out loud, and then started to follow me. They began to jog along behind me, giggling and laughing. One of the more adventurous boys, Darren Walker, drew alongside me and said, "Is that right, Miss? Are you really out running in your knickers?"
"No Darren, they're proper running briefs." I lied.
"No they're not." The female voice insisted, "They're plain white knickers. Aren't you ashamed Miss, being seen out in just your knickers? I'd hate it if this lot were to see me in just my knickers and a T-shirt. And why are you running without a bra? Miss Kelly told us that it was important that we wear proper sports bras, didn't she girls?"
There was a general murmuring of agreement from the girls in the group. I felt my face colour with embarrassment. I wanted to raise my arm to protect my breasts from their gaze, but I remembered Alan's instructions. I had become incredibly obedient. Instead, I tried to regain some sort of control of the situation.
"Yes, well you've all had your fun. Now leave me to get on with my run please."

"Nothing you can do about it. This isn't college, it's a public park. We've got every right to be here." A boy's voice this time. "You can't order us around here. We're not doing anything wrong. I think we'll just carry on running with you." The others laughed. I put my head down and tried to pretend they weren't there.
The boys soon began to get bolder. They ran along beside me, looking at my breasts as they bobbed up and down as I ran, or they jogged close behind me. I could imagine what kind of view they were getting, and then one boy said to another "Look at that, her knickers have gone up her crack. You can see her arse." There was more laughter. I wanted so much to reach behind me and restore some modesty. Instead I carried on jogging.

I felt like I was in a nightmare as I trudged around the park, pursued by this group from college, who were clearly enjoying themselves enormously, particularly the boys. I kept my head down, unwilling to make eye contact, but that didn't stop me from hearing their comments. Comments about my bottom and my breasts. They were growing in bravado, their remarks becoming louder and more explicit as we went along. On several occasions boys would run in front of me, then turn so that they were jogging backwards. Their eyes raked over my breasts and my crotch. I knew that they were enjoying seeing their teacher in her state of undress, and I couldn't help but notice the bulges in their trousers. I was desperate to finish this ordeal. I wanted nothing more than to get back to my flat, even though Alan was waiting there to punish my poor bottom once again. Anything was better than being on display to a bunch of teenage boys I would have to face on Monday.

I finally finished my second circuit of the park and started on my way back to my flat. To my dismay, they kept up with me. Now I started to attract attention. A young woman, dressed only in a T-shirt and Knickers, jogging along the streets on a Saturday evening, followed by a group of adolescents making remarks about her body, I was bound to draw stares.
I passed a group of four men as they walked along the road. They started to cheer and whistle as I passed them. One of them called out to the group following me, "Hey kid, what's going on?"
"She's one of our teachers at college, but tonight she's out jogging, so we thought we'd follow her for a laugh."
" And she's only wearing ordinary knickers, and no bra." The same girl's voice as before.
"Nice tits." One of the men called.
"Nice arse." Another shouted.

I finally made it back to my front door, only to find it locked. I rang the door bell. The group stood a short way off, giggling amongst themselves. I was exhausted and breathing heavily. Several of the boys in the group stood watching my breasts as they rose and fell rapidly. I looked down at them. The chill of the evening air had caused my nipples to harden. Their outline was clearly visible beneath the thin fabric of my top. "Oh, what the hell" I thought.
After what seemed an eternity, the front door opened. Alan stood surveying the scene. I tried to push past him into the flat, but he barred my way. "Aren't you forgetting something?" He asked, a smirk on his face.
"No, what?" I asked, confused.
"You need to 'warm down', you know that. You can't just stop exercising, you'll injure yourself. Do your warm down exercises, then you can come in."

"I have no idea what you are talking about. What kind of 'warm down' exercises am I supposed to be doing?"
"Oh, just do some stretches." He said, casually. "Bend over and touch your toes, then reach up high. Do about ten of those, then you're done."

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I knew at once what he wanted me to do. I was to provide a show to the waiting collegeboy audience. With my back to them, I stood with my feet shoulder width apart, then slowly bent over. I kept my legs straight and thrust my bottom up, giving them a perfect view of my bottom and the soft swell of my pussy mound. I held the position for a count of ten, then slowly raised up. I raised my arms over my head and stretched out. After I had done five of these I turned to face them.


Several of the boys were rubbing their crotches, transfixed by my display. I bent over again, then stretched up, pushing my breasts out towards them. My nipples stood out proudly against my T-shirt and the fabric clung to my skin, showing them a perfect outline of my breasts. My knickers were still pulled up into my bottom, and the fabric was also pulled tight into my pussy. I pushed my hips forward and their eyes fell to my crotch, where they could clearly see the outline of my pussy lips. One of the boys groaned and turned away, holding his groin. Others rubbed their crotches frantically. By the time I had completed five more exercises there had been several more gasps and groans. The girls in the group giggled, nervously.
Finally Alan said, "Right, get yourself in here and stop showing off." I quickly went inside and Alan closed the door behind us.
"Did you know they would be in the park?" I demanded.
"I didn't know for sure, but I thought there'd be a group or two of kids around, yes. I thought it would be interesting for you to put on a show. Did you enjoy yourself?" He asked with a laugh.
"Oh Jesus, it was awful. You should have heard some of the things they said about me. You should have heard some of the things they said to me. I've got to face that lot on Monday morning. How am I going to do that?"

"You'll just have to cope." He said with a laugh. "Now get upstairs, your punishment isn't finished yet."
I made my way wearily up stairs. Alan followed close behind me. I knew he was enjoying the view of my bum cheeks as they hung out of my knickers. When I reached the living room of my flat and stood in front of Alan and Neil my breathing had just about returned to normal.
"Tell us about the group in the park, then."
"There were about ten of them.", I explained. "Mostly boys, but two or three girls as well. They're all students at our college. They recognised me immediately. They were all laughing at me at first, one of the girls pointed out that I was out in just my knickers, and I wasn't wearing a bra. I tried to tell them that they were proper running briefs, but they didn't believe me. The boys kept on looking at my bum, my breasts and my pussy. I could hear what they were saying, it was so embarrassing."
"What were they saying?"

"One of them pointed out to the others how my knickers had ridden up my bottom, and how they could see my bum cheeks. They all had a good look. Others said things like 'did you see how her tits bounce as she runs' or 'she's got a nice pair, hasn't she?' Then one of them said 'You can see her twat, look. If you look close you can see the outline of her twat'. Then they all took it in turns to run in front of me and look at my pussy. I kept my head down, not wanting to look at them, but I knew they could see. The girls were the worst though. They kept asking me questions, 'why are you running in your knickers, Miss?', 'why aren't you wearing a proper bra, Miss?', 'aren't you ashamed to be seen in just your knickers by this lot, Miss?' They were right bitches. Oh God!, how am I going to face them at college on Monday? They'll all be laughing at me again."
Alan and Neil were delighted at my shame. Alan in particular seemed to be enjoying himself hugely.
"That's your punishment for disobeying me. You can expect the same sort of thing every time. You love it, don't you?"

"Not that, no. I just felt ashamed."
"Well let's see shall we? Come here."
I walked over to him and stood in front of him. He grabbed hold of my knickers and pulled them down roughly. Then he thrust his hand between my legs. Without being told I opened my legs to give him better access. His finger slipped easily between my pussy lips. He had guessed correctly, I was soaking wet and highly aroused. Stupidly, I tried to deny it.

"That's not me, that's Neil's cum." I protested. Alan responded by running his finger over my clit. It was massively sensitive and I gasped involuntarily. My knees almost gave way.
"So how do you explain this then?" He chuckled. He carried on stroking my clit. I started to sway my hips in time to his strokes. I was in heaven!
"I, I can't." I stammered.
"Say it." He demanded.

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"I did love it." I confessed. "Right from the moment when I left the flat I was loving it. Just the thought that anyone might see me, how exposed I was. I could feel myself getting randier as I jogged along. Then when I saw the group of them in the park, I felt such a thrill. When they recognised me, when I could see that I knew all of them, I nearly came, right there and then."

"You love being humiliated, don't you? Anything involving a bit of shame, and you're gagging for it, aren't you?"
I nodded, I could feel my face flush red.

"Imagine how it will feel on Monday. Every one of those boys is going to tell all his mates how he saw you jogging along in just a pair of knickers and a T-shirt. He'll tell them how he had a good look at your arse as it hung out of your knickers, how he could see the shape of your tits through your T-shirt, and how they bobbed as you ran along. He'll tell how they followed you all round the park, how you made no attempt to cover up, as if you wanted them to see you. Then he'll tell about watching you do your 'exercises' right there in the street. How he could see the shape of your tits, including your hard little nipples, and how, when you bent right over, he could see the outline of your pussy lips."
I groaned out loud as I imagined all those huddled groups of boys, all listening avidly to descriptions of me running. I imagined how they would hear graphic descriptions of my body; I imagined the language they would use.
"By lunch time every boy in the college will have heard about it. They'll all be imagining how you looked, your tits, your arse, your cunt. Every time they see you, they'll be imagining you stripping down to your knickers just for them. Lots of them will be imagining you naked. Imagine that, seven hundred horny collegeboys, all with a mental picture of you stark bollock naked! They won't take you seriously after this, you'll just be a sex object for them."

"Maybe we should make their dreams come true?" This was Neil's first contribution.
"How do you mean?" Alan asked.
"Make her strip off for them. She'd love it, stark naked for all those cute little boys!"
Alan was still stroking my clit. The thought of being seen as nothing more than a sex object by all the boys in the college was humiliating enough, but Neil's suggestion that I strip for them was too much. I started to climax. My legs gave way and I fell to my knees. Alan's hand slipped from my pussy. I immediately began rubbing my clit furiously, hunched over and moaning loudly as I lost myself in yet another powerful orgasm.
I started to recover from my orgasm, and Alan told me to stand up. My legs were incredibly shaky after my run and the power of my climax and I stood in front of him feeling very unsteady.
"I think it's time to finish your punishment, don't you?"
I nodded, then lowered my head in mock shame.

"I've got a better idea." Neil announced. Alan looked at him quizzically, I waited nervously to hear what this idea was.
"Make her smack her own arse!" Neil laughed.
Alan laughed too, "How do you mean?"
"Like this." Neil said. "Right, tight arse, here's what you're going to do. You're going to march on the spot and smack your arse at the same time. I want to see your arse going nice and red real quick, so you'd better not go too soft on yourself, or I'll take over. Got that?"
I nodded.
"Right, get your kit off first, then get started."

My knickers had already slipped down to my ankles. I kicked them off then pulled my T-shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor. Then I stood there, nervously.
"Come on then. Left, right, left, right." Neil shouted. I began to march in time. Then I started to slap my own bottom. I felt ridiculous smacking my own bum, but it was preferable to Neil doing it for me.
"Harder. Hit it harder. I want to see it go red."

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I slapped myself harder.

"More. Harder."
I slapped myself as hard as I could. I gasped as the stinging in my bum cheeks increased. I glanced down to see that my breasts were swinging about wildly as I marched and punished myself. Neil had noticed this too. He stood in front of me and began to slap each breast in turn, giggling to himself as he did so. I gasped with shock but carried on marching and slapping. My breathing had become ragged as the exercise continued my bum was stinging from the self-inflicted blows and my breasts were still being slapped by Neil.
After a couple of minutes he said, "Stop." I did so at once of course, gasping for breath and rubbing my now blazing bottom cheeks. Tears were rolling down my face.
"That's the way to do it in future, Al. Make her smack her own fat arse! Did you enjoy that?"
"No, I didn't."

"I'll bet your pussy's wet though, isn't it? Bend over and spread your lips I want to have a look."
I bent over, reached between my legs and spread my pussy lips apart. Of course, I knew what he would find. He ran the tip of one finger right along the length of my pussy. I shuddered as the finger neared the entrance to my hot tunnel. He slipped his finger in easily and chuckled to himself as he did so.
"Soaking." He announced. "Absolutely fucking soaking. You going to finger yourself off again?"
I didn't answer. He smacked my hot bottom hard. I squealed in pain and stood up, rubbing at my bum cheeks again.
"I said 'are you going to finger yourself off again'?"
"Yes, probably."
"Get on with it then, or shall I see if any of your students are still around first? I'll bet they'd love to watch."
"No!" I gasped. "I'll do it now." I practically threw myself into a chair, spread my legs as wide as I could, then started to stroke my hot, wet pussy. Every time I made the slightest move my bottom cheeks complained in a delicious reminder of my punishment and humiliation. The same was true of my breasts. Whenever I stroked or caressed them I was reminded of the slaps Neil had rained on them.

"So, you used to fantasise that your brother would make you do this while he watched?"
"Mmm."
"Did you want him to see you?"
"I don't know."
"Did you ever do anything with him, touch him, fuck him?"
"God no! I never wanted to do anything like that. I just wanted someone to dominate me I suppose."
"Before the end of term, you're going to have to do this for some of your students, you know. I'll make sure you do. Imagine that, the prim and proper young teacher sitting on a desk in her class room, knickers off, skirt up round her waist and fingers buried deep in her hot little cunt while your teenage students sit and watch. I will make you do it. That's my promise to you."

A thrill of fear ran through me. I didn't doubt Neil on this. It was only a matter of time before I was made to masturbate in front of my students. I wanted to do it at the same time as dreading it more than anything I could imagine. I felt anxiety and excitement at the same time. Both feelings increasing rapidly. I felt my heart beating wildly, my fingers increased the speed of their movements on my pussy, I felt panic start to rise in me, and then my climax hit me and I clamped my legs together on my hand, gasping and sobbing.
"OK. You can go to bed now. I might want you in the morning."
Having been dismissed like a naughty little girl I staggered to my bedroom and fell into bed exhausted.

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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.

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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.

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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.”

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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 dbangd 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.

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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.

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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.

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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.”

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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 dbang 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.

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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.

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“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 dbangd 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.

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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.”

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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 fortheir 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?”