02-07-2020, 01:28 PM
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?”
“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?”
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