"This is a true story based on my girlfriend's experience years ago."

It took some effort to get my girlfriend to open up and share what happened next.  It was my birthday, and we enjoyed a dinner together and a few drinks.  When we got back home, she was frisky and kissed me as she straddled me on the front room sofa.

"You want me to tell you?"

"Yes... tell me!"

"You won't get angry with me?  Promise?"

I assured her that I wouldn't and told her not to hold back.

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My dad had asked me to send a part for his car with his friend B.   He said that B would contact me to arrange to meet him.   I froze; I dreaded this call; it meant that I had to go to B’s hotel and come face to face with him once again.   As I thought about what to do, I felt mischievous and came up with a scheme for my 'cheeky revenge', and it made me smile.   B called me a couple of times and left messages, but I ignored him, and finally I answered his third call.  I played dumb and used my studies as an excuse for being absent-minded.   He wanted me to give him my dad's car part that afternoon as he was travelling the next day.  I flirted with him, and the discussion turned to what I was wearing when he saw me the last time; then he said my legs were to die for; sleazebag.  In a typical bold move, he asked me to wear the same dress he saw me in the last time when I was to see him later that day, telling me that I looked stunning in it.  I could tell he was getting excited, so I kept flirting with him and teasing him more.  I wanted him to burst with anticipation.

I did not go to see him.  It gave me immense pleasure to have led him on and not turned up.  He called, but I did not answer, and later that night, I chuckled when I thought of how disappointed he must have been... ha ha!

A couple of weeks later, I flew back home to Cyprus, and my dad was not his usual self, and I felt an air of hostility.

"Why did you not give B the part I asked for?"

"I have it here, Dad"

"That's not the point.  He said he tried to meet you, but you did not even turn up or answer his calls.   This is not a man you mess around with like this.  He is insulted."

"I am sorry, but something came up"

"You know he is a big developer here and I am hoping for a big project from him.   Only now, I don't know if he will even consider me, no thanks to your insolence.   You know how much we need that money, don't you?"

I hated seeing my dad so upset, and I hated myself for being so stupid.  I expressed genuine regret and told my dad that I would make it up to him by apologising to B.  My dad insisted that I apologise in person.  I was in a position I did not want to be in, but it was my fault... what was I thinking?  I did not want Dad to lose the contract and would do anything for him.

I waited for my dad to leave and I called B.  He did not sound as angry as I thought; I told him I was sorry and that my dad asked me to apologise in person.

"That would be nice.  It is a hot day and perfect for a swim in my pool.  Bring your bikini with you."

The audacity of this old pervert, I thought, but like it or not, I had to comply. The thought of his old hands all over me churned my stomach, but I also felt a bit excited.  I knew what B wanted, so I decided to surprise him with a treat, hoping to get him to finish quickly so I could be done with it.  I showered and put on my tiny orange bikini and a very thin wrap.  I rubbed a coconut-based moisturiser all over my body, applied makeup, did my hair, and packed a few items into a beach bag.  I drove to B's house.   He opened the door, and his eyes bulged as if he had just received the prize of his life, but he also maintained a stern expression.  He ogled me from head to toe.

"Come in, nobody's home, they're away for the weekend"

He sat down on a sofa but did not invite me to sit, so I stood in the middle of the room in my bikini.  I knew what he wanted; I could see it in his face, but the dirty pervert was enjoying the feeling of entitlement.  I started by apologising and explaining that I had mixed feelings after our first meeting, but he interrupted me.

"I cancelled important meetings because of you.  I called, and you ignored me.  I told your dad that I have found someone else for my project."

"No, please... he is very upset... it is my mistake.”

He took a swig of his whiskey and stared at me.  The 68-year-old predator was back, hungry and horny for his prey.  

"Come here", he patted his lap.  I walked over and sat across his knees, hoping that he would come in no time.  His hands immediately went for my legs, my bum and my pussy.   He sunk his face in my breasts and I could feel his slightly sweaty and greasy face as he licked and slurped at my tits.  He was like a beast who had captured an 18-year-old helpless female and was having his way with her.    Yet again, I felt horny, even though I was being 'molested' by a dirty old pervert.

"You like this, don't you?   Yeah?"

"Y..yes..."

"Are you sorry for what you did?”
“Yes…oh!”

His fingers had found their way into my pussy, and he was going deeper than before; meanwhile, his cock was getting harder.   I tried moaning in his ear to get him to come quickly, but he took his time.  My hopes of making him come very quickly to get it over with were dashed.   The old pervert was taking his time, savouring me and enjoying my body and doing things…

"You smell so good..." He squeezed me hard, and I struggled a little to get off his lap, but he pulled me harder towards him.  After what seemed like a long time, he got me to get off his lap and pulled me down across his knees.  I knew what was coming next, but I was powerless to stop it.  He lowered my bikini bottom and started spanking me, hard, harder than before.  I yelped, squirmed, and begged him to stop, but of course he took no notice.   He took a break from spanking me and started fucking me with his fingers and playing with my bumhole with his thumb.   No one has ever done any of these things to me, and I felt a huge amount of excitement and embarrassment at the same time.  Soon after, the spanks returned, harder and angrier.   He was truly punishing me, and it was giving him a great deal of pleasure, the perverted sadist.  I turned my head and saw his face; he had a large evil grin, enjoying himself in every way and sweating with excitement.  His expression scared me a little; he looked menacing, and I felt vulnerable being over the knees of a dirty old man in the middle of nowhere.

"Let me go!  Please... let me go!"

I tried to resist, but his grip tightened on my waist; he was strong, and I could not move.  His finger was now exploring my bum hole; it hurt but also felt nice.  He shoved his finger deeper into my bum hole.  I begged him to stop and tried to resist, but he laughed and started spanking me again, harder and harder... calling me a little slut.  I screamed for him to stop and eventually he did. He told me to get up and pointed at his cock.

"You asked me to stop, and I did, but what are you going to do about this"

"I don't know", I replied in a shy, girly voice while rubbing my tingling bum.

Without saying a word, he took me to the bedroom and asked me to remove my bikini top and bottom.  He led me to the bed and pushed me on my front.   Before I knew it, he was licking my bumhole.   He grunted like an animal as his tongue reached deep inside, and he kept repeating "delicious' while making pervy noises and asking me if I liked it.   Then, he stopped, and I looked over my shoulder and saw that he had dropped his trousers and boxers and saw his very large angry cock.  Before I could say anything, he lay on top of me.  I begged him to get off me and not to put it in, but he ignored me.  He slumped his full weight over me and rubbed his cock between my bum cheeks and went wild, huffing and puffing and grunting like a wild animal.  

"You like that, don't you?   You are so naughty" In between his thrusts, he told me that he had fantasised about me and dreamt of this moment.  I put up a feeble struggle and asked him to let me go.  This excited him even more, and he pushed harder against me. The weight of him on top of me made it hard to breathe.   It was a fine line between pain and pleasure, but he crossed all the red lines simply because he could.  This was an opportunistic beast of a man taking advantage of an 18-year-old.

"Let me go!   Let me go, you dirty pervert!"   I genuinely wanted him to stop; he was hurting me, but my attempts only served to excite him more, and he pounded me harder until he came.  Despite my ordeal, I too orgasmed several times.  It was very filthy, and yet I liked it.   I felt like a slut, and he fucked me as such. I never imagined that I would ever submit to a dirty old pervert, one old enough to be my grandfather.  I gathered my belongings; I wanted to leave.  I looked back, and he had a big sleazy grin. "I'm free all weekend," he winked.  

I did not say anything and just left.

A couple of days later, my dad waltzed into the front room and told me that B awarded him the contract.   I was very happy for him, but I also knew why he got it, and I felt weird but relieved. I spent the next few days with friends, clubbing, drinking and going wild, all the while seeking attention from older men salivating while watching me dance.  At times, I found myself drifting into fantasies, even thinking of B and how domineering he was with me.   I enjoyed being dominated by him, even though he hurt me at times, but the thought that I was helpless in the old monster's arms and he could do anything he wanted with me made me wet… very wet.