02-07-2020, 01:46 PM
Chapter 15.
After Alan left me I made my way to the bathroom and ran the shower. As I let the deliciously hot water run over me I closed my eyes and thought of the events of last night. I shuddered as I remembered stripping for the four lecherous old men, letting them examine every intimate inch of my body before I put on a show for them, masturbating for them and begging for permission to come. I remembered how they’d laughed and teased me, then how they’d used me, enjoyed me.
Then I thought about granddad. He seemed to have the uncanny ability to make me say out loud all those things I’d only ever thought to myself in the past. I found the way he humiliated me so thrilling. I amazed myself as I remembered how enthusiastic I’d been to please him, cleaning his flat, cooking for him, then doing my best to make him come in my mouth. I remembered how I’d lay back, spread my legs and played with myself for his amusement. Then I remembered the fantasy scene I’d created at his urging.
I shuddered again as I remembered fantasizing about being a fourteen-year old girl again. Young, innocent and ready to be abused by him. I’d become so aroused at the thought of being abused as a child by him. And not just once, but twice, for I couldn’t deny I’d enjoyed the fantasy while he had me that morning. I shook my head in amazement.
I opened my eyes to see Alan standing there, watching me as I showered. He grinned at me and I smiled back.
“Are you going to join me?” I asked.
“No, not today. What were you daydreaming of? You looked a million miles away.”
“Oh, it was nothing.”
“Tell me.”
I sighed, then began to tell him about the fantasy. How I described the scene to granddad as I played with myself, and then later when he had me. I felt myself getting turned on again. My nipples began to stiffen despite the hot water running over them. Alan noticed this immediately, of course.
“You’re getting hot about this, aren’t you?”
I nodded.
“Well what are you going to do about it?” He laughed.
I smiled at him, then began to play with my breasts, cupping them, stroking them, circling my nipples with my fingers. I slipped a hand down to my shaven mound and began to tease my pussy lips. Then I spread them wide and brought my other hand down to stroke and tease my clit. I gasped as I realised how sensitive my hard little bud had become.
I looked up at Alan, who was enjoying the show. “Carry on telling me about how you get abused as a collegegirl.” He said as he took a seat, watching me all the time.
I started to tell him, detailing the scene as I’d described it to granddad. I became more and more aroused as I stood under the warm water, playing with myself and describing my abuse at the hands of a dirty old man, while Alan sat and watched me. I felt my climax start and I sank to my knees in the shower, my gasps and moans echoing around the bathroom.
As I began to recover Alan turned off the water and held a towel out for me. I stepped from the shower and wrapped myself in the towel, then padded off to my bedroom. Alan followed and sat on my bed watching as I dried myself.
“You’re incredible, you are. Just a few weeks ago you were a tight-arsed little feminist, now you’re the ultimate sex toy. Available to anyone, for anything at anytime – maybe we should call you Martini, you know, anytime, anyplace anywhere?!” He laughed.
I laughed with him. “That sounds like a glowing recommendation to me!”
“Is there anything you wouldn’t do, now? Anything at all?”
“Probably. I just can’t think what it might be right now! I know I’ve got less than three weeks to enjoy myself before I go back to being a normal, sensible woman again, so anything you can come up with I’m game for.”
He sat and watched as I dressed for work, a dark blue skirt and matching silk blouse. Naturally, I wore no bra, and just simple white knickers beneath. I didn’t bother with stockings. I slipped on a pair of shoes then turned to Alan and said, “Will I do?”
“You’ll do for me. Let’s go.”
We got in the car, it was my turn to drive. As we set off Alan said, “Are you up for a little game?”
“What kind of game?”
“Every time you stop at a red traffic light you have to open a button on your blouse. You up for it?”
I thought for a moment, then giggled. “Ok, you’re on.” I started to rack my brains, trying to think of the location of every set of traffic lights on our way to college. I thought I knew them all, and decided to take an alternative route, avoiding as many of them as possible.
I was starting to congratulate myself on outsmarting Alan, when I turned into a side street and came to an abrupt halt at a red light.
“First button.” Alan said cheerfully. I dutifully opened the topmost button on my blouse. After a moment or two the lights changed and I set off again. After the next turning I again came up to a set of lights on red. Alan watched happily as I opened the next button. I was now showing a lot more cleavage than I was used to doing. I started to wonder if I’d been wise to take Alan up on his suggestion.
After Alan left me I made my way to the bathroom and ran the shower. As I let the deliciously hot water run over me I closed my eyes and thought of the events of last night. I shuddered as I remembered stripping for the four lecherous old men, letting them examine every intimate inch of my body before I put on a show for them, masturbating for them and begging for permission to come. I remembered how they’d laughed and teased me, then how they’d used me, enjoyed me.
Then I thought about granddad. He seemed to have the uncanny ability to make me say out loud all those things I’d only ever thought to myself in the past. I found the way he humiliated me so thrilling. I amazed myself as I remembered how enthusiastic I’d been to please him, cleaning his flat, cooking for him, then doing my best to make him come in my mouth. I remembered how I’d lay back, spread my legs and played with myself for his amusement. Then I remembered the fantasy scene I’d created at his urging.
I shuddered again as I remembered fantasizing about being a fourteen-year old girl again. Young, innocent and ready to be abused by him. I’d become so aroused at the thought of being abused as a child by him. And not just once, but twice, for I couldn’t deny I’d enjoyed the fantasy while he had me that morning. I shook my head in amazement.
I opened my eyes to see Alan standing there, watching me as I showered. He grinned at me and I smiled back.
“Are you going to join me?” I asked.
“No, not today. What were you daydreaming of? You looked a million miles away.”
“Oh, it was nothing.”
“Tell me.”
I sighed, then began to tell him about the fantasy. How I described the scene to granddad as I played with myself, and then later when he had me. I felt myself getting turned on again. My nipples began to stiffen despite the hot water running over them. Alan noticed this immediately, of course.
“You’re getting hot about this, aren’t you?”
I nodded.
“Well what are you going to do about it?” He laughed.
I smiled at him, then began to play with my breasts, cupping them, stroking them, circling my nipples with my fingers. I slipped a hand down to my shaven mound and began to tease my pussy lips. Then I spread them wide and brought my other hand down to stroke and tease my clit. I gasped as I realised how sensitive my hard little bud had become.
I looked up at Alan, who was enjoying the show. “Carry on telling me about how you get abused as a collegegirl.” He said as he took a seat, watching me all the time.
I started to tell him, detailing the scene as I’d described it to granddad. I became more and more aroused as I stood under the warm water, playing with myself and describing my abuse at the hands of a dirty old man, while Alan sat and watched me. I felt my climax start and I sank to my knees in the shower, my gasps and moans echoing around the bathroom.
As I began to recover Alan turned off the water and held a towel out for me. I stepped from the shower and wrapped myself in the towel, then padded off to my bedroom. Alan followed and sat on my bed watching as I dried myself.
“You’re incredible, you are. Just a few weeks ago you were a tight-arsed little feminist, now you’re the ultimate sex toy. Available to anyone, for anything at anytime – maybe we should call you Martini, you know, anytime, anyplace anywhere?!” He laughed.
I laughed with him. “That sounds like a glowing recommendation to me!”
“Is there anything you wouldn’t do, now? Anything at all?”
“Probably. I just can’t think what it might be right now! I know I’ve got less than three weeks to enjoy myself before I go back to being a normal, sensible woman again, so anything you can come up with I’m game for.”
He sat and watched as I dressed for work, a dark blue skirt and matching silk blouse. Naturally, I wore no bra, and just simple white knickers beneath. I didn’t bother with stockings. I slipped on a pair of shoes then turned to Alan and said, “Will I do?”
“You’ll do for me. Let’s go.”
We got in the car, it was my turn to drive. As we set off Alan said, “Are you up for a little game?”
“What kind of game?”
“Every time you stop at a red traffic light you have to open a button on your blouse. You up for it?”
I thought for a moment, then giggled. “Ok, you’re on.” I started to rack my brains, trying to think of the location of every set of traffic lights on our way to college. I thought I knew them all, and decided to take an alternative route, avoiding as many of them as possible.
I was starting to congratulate myself on outsmarting Alan, when I turned into a side street and came to an abrupt halt at a red light.
“First button.” Alan said cheerfully. I dutifully opened the topmost button on my blouse. After a moment or two the lights changed and I set off again. After the next turning I again came up to a set of lights on red. Alan watched happily as I opened the next button. I was now showing a lot more cleavage than I was used to doing. I started to wonder if I’d been wise to take Alan up on his suggestion.
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