-I want you to come over now.
-Okay..
Sigh, its been a few weeks now since the old man first called me. I still don't understand how he could have taken those pictures of me and my biology teacher, my boyfriend... But now I'm at the mercy of these two old perverted men across the street. Ever since I was a walking sex toy, whenever they called, whatever they told me to do - I did it. I had to. There is no way anybody can find out about me and my teacher.
So far, its been ok. They are old, but I must admit, they're very experienced too. Once I get past the old-man smell and the gnarly hands groping me, I almost always find some pleasure too. And so far, its been pretty tame - just the basic afternoon screw or morning blow job. Sometimes I'm told to keep my drapes open as I change at night. Whatever.. perverts.
As I walked into the house that night, I saw Mr. Morgan, my “employer” as my parent knew it. To them, I come over here so much because these nice, gentle old men needs someone to take care of them, to cook and clean, read them stories. I guess I do.. with a perverted twist. But they are so NOT gentle.
Mr. Morgan looked me up and down, remembering the last time he had called me over. Damn viagra, I remember him fucking my mouth, pussy, and anus until all three of my holes were raw and sensitive. For an old guy, he could really fuck. I mean, when he really wants it, I don’t do anything – he forces my head down on his cock, or leans me over the couch for a hard fuck. Even when he makes me cum with his mouth, its so forceful. He eats me out like a starving man eats stew. But when I’m in the right mood though, damn it feels good to be ravaged like that. I sighed as I closed the door behind me.
-You called..
-Sure did, my cock starved cunt. How’s your pussy today, still red from last week?
-Its.. fine.
-Good, good. I want you to meet my nephew. Henry! Get in here!
I was shocked. Nephew?? I blushed as I thought of whatever this old pervert had in mind. I got even more agitated when this skinny, pimply guy came into the room. He looked so creepy! He looked at me curiously. Like grandfather, like grandson, he undressed me with his eyes – so eerily like the first time Mr. Morgan took me.
-Yes, gramps?
-Henry, I’d like you to meet Susie, she’s lives right across the street.
-Hey.