02-07-2020, 01:27 PM
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.”
“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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