I climbed into bed as Louise had her shower. She came back into the bedroom as I was just drifting off. She was stood wearing nothing but a small blue towel. Her hair wrapped in another darker blue towel like a turban.
She sat on the edge of the bed and slowly unwrapped her hair, rubbing it with the towel. I reached up and stroked her back. I watched as she rubbed her hair, I guess she looked like any woman that had just stepped out of the shower, but I knew she wasn’t any woman. I loved her, she was funny and caring and we had a real connection, but it was more than that.
I laid back down, I did love her, but at the same time I wanted to hurt her, to push her limits, to degrade and to humiliate her. I wanted to make her do things that no normal woman would. I wasn’t sure why, but it was more than just because it turned me on.
I had always been dominant, and I had always liked dirty kinky women but it had always been about sex. Over the years, I had had many women, and I had them doing all kind of things that normal people wouldn’t do.
I looked over at Louise. She was stood naked now, in front of the dressing table, applying cream. I watched her rubbing her body lotion into her legs. I closed my eyes.
I remembered my first threesome. It was at a house party. I was there with a friend of mine, both of us young and single. I had just turned 16 and he was a couple of months older. During the night a girl I had known for a while, Linda, had tried it on with me. I was flattered as she was just about to turn 20, and was a woman with a job and a car but I didn’t really find her attractive. Sexually she was fine, nice body, dressed sexily but there was just something about her that I didn’t like. She kept stroking my leg and touching me up at every opportunity but I had had my eye on a girl that was there, Sara.
As I laid there, I remembered Sara, she was younger than me and very petite and proper. A young lady as opposed to the lasses I had been hanging around with. I never did get anywhere with her despite trying. I did manage to get a date with her, but it ended in a brief and giggly kiss.
Linda had seen me trying to chat up Sara all evening unsuccessfully, waiting for her chance to pounce. I was outside smoking when Linda came out, announcing happily that Sara had gone. She told me that she couldn’t understand Sara, she would be my girlfriend in a second if I would let her. She told me I’d be better off with her, she was more experienced.
Being young, my cock jumped to attention and soon she was kissing me and rubbing it through my jeans. I had been fortunate and I had been having regular sex for a while so I was handling myself pretty well. I remembered taking her up to the top of the garden away from the house and we stood behind the garage.
I had her blouse open and her bra lifted up. I was licking her pink nipples and fingering her hairy snatch, she was playing with my cock.
Fucking hell came the voice. We were both surprised and turned at the same time to face Jay. Jay got an eyeful of Linda’s tits. Instantly I knew what was going to happen. I had seen threesomes in porn videos, but had no experience what so ever.
Linda pulled her blouse shut and let go of me, crossing her arms.
Jay looked at me, fucking hell I thought you had gone.
No Mate, I just got busy, nodding at Linda.
Yeah I can see, lucky twat. Any chance I can get some or do I have to just watch? He laughed.
I looked at Linda and she shrugged.
You can watch I said.
Ah come on, Mates before Dates and all that, he protested.
Well I don’t mind. Linda?
Linda looked over at him. My hand had found its way back into her knickers and I was fingering her wet pussy.
She shrugged again and turned back toward me. I undid her trousers and pulled them down. Jay moved behind her and reached around her feeling her tits.
I pulled her downwards to my cock and she took it in her mouth.
Jay stood behind her and started to finger her. I let her suck me for a while, and then I pulled her face up to me for a kiss. I turned her around and bent her down. I moved so that I was right behind her and I fumbled my way through getting my cock into her pussy. I started to fuck her. She was already rubbing Jay through his jeans and he was desperately fiddling with his button trying to get them down.
I remember how turned on I was to see the woman whose pussy I was stuffing hard with my cock taking my best friends cock in her hand at first. I remember how excited I was and willing her to put it in her mouth. I found my voice and asked her to suck him.
She did and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I shot my load deep inside her.
As soon as I had done I pulled out of her, and it suddenly became the worst thing in the world to watch her sucking him. I felt sick at the thought of it. I shoved my cock back in my jeans and very quickly walked into the house, leaving Linda sucking my friend.
I walked through the house and left, waiting for Jay on the street. He found me a few minutes later and we went off to another friend’s house.
We spoke about it briefly and he asked me if I was going to go out with Linda. I said I wasn’t sure, I hadn’t decided.
He asked me to let him know because he would love to go out with her.
That disgust that I had felt when I saw her sucking him after I had cum made a re-appearance, but I brushed it off.
Later he was describing it to another friend of ours, he was talking about what a slut she was, and I found myself getting turned on, no disgust. For ages after I would often think about that and pleasured myself at the thought of it, but as soon as my orgasm subsided I would feel disgust.
I carried on seeing Linda, we never did involve anyone else again. I was her boyfriend for a while, but we wouldn’t spend that much time together. We would go on a date, and I would just about detest her, pretending everything was ok and we were boyfriend girlfriend, until I could get her somewhere we could fuck. As soon as we did, I couldn’t pretend anymore and it was just about the sex. As soon as the sex was over I was making my excuses to leave, until the next time I was feeling horny.
Louise cuddled up to me and brought me back into the room. I noticed instantly that she was naked except for her collar. I looked at her and all I could feel was warm loving good feelings. She was much more of a slut than Linda had ever been but that pleased me. I didn’t feel disgust, or anger, I didn’t look down on her. I admired her for her efforts to please me, for her devotion to me, for her desire to make me the centre of her world, but I wanted her to be disgusting. I wanted to push her further. The more I did, the more she did for me, the more I felt desire for her, the more I loved her.
So what do you know about Gramps? What has Liv told you?
She has told me a lot, but I want to know more. I want you to tell me everything.
She sat up and turned towards me. She crossed her legs, putting one foot on top of the other and put her hands together in between them.
Well?
She told me about her and Liv, being at the same school and growing up close by. I didn’t realise but Liv’s grandad still owned the house two doors away from Louise’s parents, where he lived with his wife up until the year before when his wife had sadly died. He had moved out for a while, stopping with Liv’s Mum, but had recently moved back in.
Apparently he was now 73 and very sprightly. Physically fit and healthy.
I watched her closely as she told me the story of how she and Liv had been going round to do the shopping after he had sprained his ankle falling. His wife was of ill health and was just about bed-bound.
Liv had been planning a holiday with her family, and although Louise was only just sixteen her family thought she would be a good choice to hold the spare key and assist them if needed whilst the were away.
Louise must have sensed that I was getting fed up listening to the boring background stuff because she said, I guess you want to know what happened then?
Yes and don’t leave out any details.
I could see Louise’s hand moved closer to her pussy, just resting against it.
She explained that she had been working as a waitress at the time. She would wear a black skirt and white blouse. She always wore thin black tights with a sheen on them.
Normally he would only see her in her trousers and a vest top, her comfortable clothes as she called them, because she would only go round when she was meeting Liv, but only a day after the family had gone on holiday she was to pick up a prescription for him.
She let herself in and shouted. She poked her head around the door of the front room saying hi to his wife who was laid in her bed listening to the radio. She greeted her with a wave. Louise said that was about as much communication as you could get from her. She said it was very sad and I could see she meant it. She explained that carers would come in twice a day, but other than that she was just waiting for her life to end.
John had his own bedroom upstairs, and he had a TV and sofa in the dining room. She made her way through the house and into his room. He was sat watching tele. He was surprised to see her dressed so well.
They had a cup of tea, and John was fascinated by her uniform. He made comments to her that she described as making her feel a little uncomfortable but she ignored that feeling.
He was apparently fascinated by the fact that he could see her legs for once and kept looking at them. Telling her how good her legs were and asking did she just wear a skirt for work or did she ever wear any to go out in.
Louise said she remembered finding this a bit creepy at the time. She said as she sat there he kept saying how shiny her legs looked and how tights weren’t shiny in his day. He told her how when he was in the army, most of the men would wear tights under their battle fatigues. She found this interesting and before long, she had John confessing that he actually wore them himself at times to keep out the cold.
She said she found it uncomfortable but didn’t think she had anything to worry about. She said that he wasn’t as creepy as some men she had met and that she had to put up with it all the time. She said that when she started to develop her tits, which she had done early almost every man she ever met could be creepy with her at times. So she was used to it and would just brush it off.
She said that although some of the conversation was creepy there were bits that were good and she enjoyed it in the main. She said she needed to go because she had home work to do.
He made a play, by asking if her home work was really what she was going to do or was she going to do home-work of a different kind. Sat there cross legged and naked in front of me, her hand idly stroking her pussy, she found it hard to convince me that she didn’t cotton on to what he meant straight away, but she was protesting that she was innocent and had to ask him what he meant.
So you’re not meeting your boyfriend? He had asked.
She had said no, and stupidly opened up the conversation to him, by saying she didn’t have one at that time.
She said that it took her ages to get out of the house then, every time she made a move, he would start again about how pretty she was and how good she looked in her skirt. How she should wear skirts all the time, and he cheekily added that she was that gorgeous he would pay just so he could look at her gorgeous legs in a skirt.
She said she laughed it off and went home. Saying good bye to his wife as she went.
I was interested in this, Louise knew she was teasing me, by not giving me the details so I reached between her legs. She was warm, wet and receptive and I gently and lazily teased her pussy.
So go on then. What happened next?
She said she it was easier for her to go straight from work so she did.
Oh? I thought you said it was creepy him staring at you in your uniform? Why didn’t you get changed first?
Well it was at first, but it was nice as well. He was just an old man.
Did you like him?
He was funny, and interesting. I guess I did.
So what happened then? What was it like when you went to see him the second time?
It was the same really. He kept saying things to me, like I was gorgeous and if he was 50 years younger.
So you just talked? And you let him perv over you?
I guess.
I had removed my hand from between her legs, and her hand had replaced it. She was gently and slowly rubbing at her clit, almost as if she didn’t know she was doing it.
So did it turn you on him looking at you?
No. She said quite firmly.
Really? So you didn’t go home and play with yourself?
No! She said firmly but the redness that exploded in her face told me I was on to something.
So you never went home after and masturbated?
Suddenly she was very shy and coyly said maybe.
I sat up and kissed her. Tell me! I said firmly
She denied it for a while, but as I kissed I gripped one of her nipples and squeezed.
Angrily she snapped at me. What do you want to know?
Did you fancy him?
Yes, Ok, Yes I fancied him.
So you went round not to help out but you fancied him.
She huffed and crossed her arms, bringing her knees up to her chest and then wrapping her arms around her knees looking down.
Fine! I fancied him, but I did go round to help out. Your being unfair there and it was him who started it.
Really?
Yes.
How? How did he start it, what did he do?
She described how he had sat next to her. He had asked if he could touch her legs, he wanted to remember the feel of tights. It had been so long.
She relaxed a bit as she described how she hadn’t answered, but her had put his hand on her knee.
She said she remembered him playing with the hem of her skirt, and then the next thing his hand had crept up under the hem and was half way up her thigh.
Did you try to stop him?
Not really.
So how did you feel about it? What were you thinking at the time?
I felt dirty. I wanted to get up and go but I didn’t want to, if you know what I mean?
I think so.
She was now sat up straight, legs crossed again, her hand had found her pussy again.
So his hand was under your skirt?
What happened then?
Nothing. He stopped. He just stopped completely and went and sat back in his chair.
So what did you do?
I didn’t know why he stopped. I asked him.
And?
And he apologised. He said it was wrong and that he shouldn’t have done it. And he didn’t want anyone to find out. How stupid he was for thinking he should have a little bit of fun and how he could hurt everybody. He got all panicky saying I couldn’t tell anyone.
I said I wouldn’t and he told me that everyone would hate me if they found out, he said it was only because I was teasing him that he did anything.
So you were teasing him then?
No!
But you were, you went round wearing your uniform and you knew how that made him feel!
I guess so. I didn’t get the impression that she actually agreed with me, but she just didn’t want to argue.
So what happen next?
He carried on, saying I was a tease and how I had put him in a bad position. How could he be so stupid falling for a naughty cock-tease and stuff like that.
So?
I didn’t like being called a tease, it wasn’t my fault. He kept telling me I had teased him, and it was a nasty thing to do to an old man. And he kept begging me not to tell anyone.
And?
I told him I wasn’t going to tell anyone and I wasn’t a tease. He stood up and stood in front of me
Go on?
Well he told me I was because I had let him touch me and if I didn’t want him to have sex with me then I shouldn’t have let him.
I said I didn’t say anything.
He said, well you wouldn’t have let me kiss you would you?
And what did you say?
I said I didn’t know and then he said well let’s see.
And?
And then he kissed me.
You didn’t stop him?
No.
Did you kiss him back?
Yes.
And what was he doing with his hands?
He felt me.
Where?
She looked down, embarrassed.
I moved her hand from the front of her pussy and replaced it with mine, sliding a finger into her.
Is that what he did?
Not at first. I had my tights and knickers on.
Really. So do you take them off?
He pulled them down and then he licked me out.
Nice. So did you fuck?
No. The carers rang the bell.
Oh dear? So what happened then?
I went out of the back door and went home.
I was fingering her and she was getting breathless.
But you did fuck him eventually?
Yes, a few times.
I see. You know what?
What? she asked as she became even more excited. She rubbed her hands up the outside of her body as I played with her clit, squeezing her tits together.
You are the dirtiest bitch I have ever known!
She had a big smile on her face as she bit her lip. I know, she giggled.
And what’s more?
What? She managed to pant as her orgasm approached.
You’re going to fuck him again, while I watch.
Oh my god, no, she protested.
Yes you will you dirty slut, remember you are my cunt to do what I want with.
I know, I’m yours to do with, Oh fuck me.
She screamed as her orgasm hit her fully.
She stopped moving and laid back on her side, looking directly into my face.
I am yours my darling, to do whatever you want with. I promise I won’t ever let you down.
I rolled her onto her back and climbed on top of her, pushing her legs apart roughly, I presented my hard cock to her opening and rammed it deep inside her.
I reached up for her collar taking a firm hold. I know you won’t, you dirty cock loving whore.
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