02-07-2020, 12:20 PM
Without waiting to be invited, they both pushed through the door. The tall one was about to make his way upstairs, but ‘ginger’ held him back, grinning and motioning for me to go first.
I started up the stairs and they fell into line behind me. I knew they were enjoying the view up my skirt, and I was about to put on a little wiggle for them too, when I felt a rough hand slide up my thigh. I jumped and squealed with surprise, the sudden movement caused me to trip on the stairs and I fell forward, exposing my knickers to the two old men. They both giggled to themselves.
“Should get yourself a longer dress if you don’t want to play, girly.” One of them growled. More laughter.
I took them into the living room, where I quickly discovered that the tall one was called Alf and the ‘ginger’ one was Roger. At mention of his name my mind went back to the evening in the pub. My tormentor that night had been called Roger, and he had ended up with his hands on my pussy and boobs. I shuddered with excitement.
I was quickly told to take Alf and Roger’s coats and fetch them drinks. As I did so I could hear the conversation coming from the other room. It was clear that Granddad was telling the others about me. I kept hearing snatches of conversation. “I tell you….. pissing down…. T-shirt and no knickers….. see the lot. Comes over here with a letter…. Tits out, lovely pair too…. Stripped her bare and fucked her….. only teaches my grandson, doesn’t she?… says she’s a right miserable bitch.”
His story was punctuated with raucous laughter from the other three. They were all making comments, most of which I couldn’t make out, but they were clearly obscene in nature. I wondered how far I would have to go this evening.
I took the drinks in to Alf and Roger. Alf took his without comment, Roger gave my bottom a playful smack as I turned to leave.
“So what’s she doing here tonight then, Tom?” Roger asked, “Sunday nights is sacred, no tarts allowed. You going soft or something?”
“Not a bit of it, Rog. I just thought it would be nice to have a bit of waitress service for a change. Course, if you want to rough it, I can always send her home….”
“Oh no, that’s fine by me, mate. Always like to see some bitch put to good use! I suppose you couldn’t afford a topless waitress then?”
They all sniggered happily; my skin started to crawl. I knew what was coming.
“Now that is a good idea.” Granddad announced. “Alison, get them out.”
All four of them turned to look at me. I could feel my heart beating against my chest. It never occurred to me to object. I had bought into this fantasy completely by now. I felt myself blushing. I knew this would appeal to them, so I tried to keep the moment going for as long as possible. I slowly started to undo the buttons on my blouse. The room had gone very quiet as they watched me slowly expose more and more flesh.
When the final button was open I let the two halves hang open, exposing the skin between my breasts whilst I made a great show of unfastening my cuffs. I looked at them from under my eyelashes, feigning reluctance. A couple of them rubbed at their crotches with their hands. I opened the second of my cuff buttons then paused momentarily. In one movement I opened my blouse, then pushed it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
Granddad smiled appreciatively as I exposed my breasts to them. The others grunted their approval. There was a moment of silence, then the comments started.
“Fuckin’ hell Tom, you weren’t joking were you?”
“Lovely pair. Not very big though, are they?”
“No, but they look good and firm though.”
“They are, believe me!”
“I wouldn’t mind havin’ a feel of those, I can tell you.”
“Help yourself, she won’t mind. Now are we going to play cards or look at her tits all night?”
“Lets do both!”
Raucous laughter.
They took their places at a small table and Granddad started to deal cards to each of them. Barry turned to me and said, “Get me another can.”
I took the empty one and scurried off to the kitchen. I took him his can and offered it to him.
“Well open it then.” He ordered.
I 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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