02-07-2020, 12:34 PM
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.”
“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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