Just then the doorbell rang, my heart nearly stopped, it was so late, who could it be, what was it about? My guilty conscience was working overtime, it couldn't be about what had happened, anyway I hadn't done anything wrong, I'd been forced, raped. I knew and Mr. Abbot knew, no one else and it wasn't likely to be him, was it. I say Charles, I just wanted to complain about your daughter's cock sucking skills, they weren't up to much. Even so, it was; odd.

Unbeknown to me the following was taking place. My father answered the door and was a little surprised to find, Gerald, our elderly neighbour standing there. Father asks if everything is alright, does he need some help? Gerald is being, mysterious, he says, It's a little awkward, I wonder if I could have a word in private. My father is puzzled but leads Gerald into his study, they both sit down, my father looks expectantly. Gerald begins, haltingly to explain. He was out for a late summer evening stroll, he was in the shadow of the oak tree when a car pulled up. He told what he had seen, John Abbot pushing his cock into my mouth, face fucking me. He told how the car windows were open, how he heard me being called a bitch. He said, well, I hate to tell you, but the little bitch appeared to be quite willing in the end, she certainly started to really suck on his cock, I could hear her slurping on it. He went on to say that John Abbot had certainly unloaded his cum in my mouth, he could tell by the grunting and hearing me swallowing all that thick sperm. He said, I'm sorry to have to tell you, but if I were in a court of law, I'd have to say she was reluctant in the beginning but certainly seemed to be a willing bitch by the end. My father just sat there, he didn't know what to say, his little Princess being used like that. Gerald just leaves and lets himself out. I'm sure his old cock had been hard, watching and listening, maybe it was hard describing my sluttishness to my father.

The next day I noticed my father observing me, I can't explain it, but it wasn't normal. It made me very nervous, did he know something? How could he? Was it me, was my behaviour odd in some way? I tried to forget about it but of course being forced to suck cock was at the forefront of my mind and my father's odd behaviour wasn't exactly helping. Later that day, in the afternoon, my mother said, Mrs. Day just called, apparently her husband has got last minute tickets for a show. They want you to babysit. She looked quite pleased, she said, you're proving quite popular. I was too distracted to feel anything really, except mild annoyance, babysit Friday night, babysit Saturday night, when did I get some fun? There was nothing for it though, it would have to be done.

So Saturday night found me babysitting at the Day house. I was dressed and made up very similarly to Friday. The job was harder, the children were older, they required more attention, wanted to be played with. I was pleased when the parents returned home, again it was late, nearly one in the morning. I asked for a cab home but Mr. Day, who was friendly, wouldn't hear of it, my dear. I'll give you a lift, that way I'll be positive you're all safe and sound. Mr. Day was nothing at all to look at, a fat round face, balding, tubby body, not like Mr. Abbot at all. He was also friendly, talkative, again, not like Mr. Abbot. I felt quite safe as he drove me home.

My stomach absolutely lurched, turned over, as he pulled up underneath the oak tree. He reached for me, grasping my ponytail very firmly, again I protested, no, leave me alone, don't! He got his hard cock out and said, you sucked Abbot and now you are going to suck me, you're just a little bitch. He pulled my young face down to his middle aged cock, it was big, fat. He rolled the foreskin back and showed me the fat bulbous head of his swollen cock, he adjusted himself and pulled his bloated balls out into the open. He said, there's a lot of cock cream in there for you bitch. The size of his cock intimidated me, the change in his behaviour intimidated me. He sounded angry, fierce. As my face reached his cock, I opened my mouth, I didn't need to be told what to do, I just knew that I had to placate this angry powerful man. I had to help release the pressure in his full balls. I dropped my mouth over his fat, cockhead and started to suck, I worked my mouth up and down his cock, just a few inches, swirled my tongue round it, I even tried to lap inside the cum slit in his cock, anything to please him. He pulled my mouth off his cock and said, do my balls, lick and suck them, bitch. I did as I was ordered, His balls were big, I sucked on one at a time, then I licked round them, alternating between sucking and licking. He made me wank his cock while I did it, running my hand up and down his long, fat, shaft. He said, I'm getting close, get your fucking slut face back up there. Again I did as he ordered, I was just going to continue sucking, but he held me in place, my face and inch or so away from his cock. He made me wank him harder and faster, he was starting to grunt loudly, I knew what that meant. He said, you're just a teen slut, what are you? Tell me, tell me! I was so humiliated, I wanked him, I know my voice was very soft, very girlish, I said, I'm just a teen slut, Sir. I had to repeat that, then I was made to tell him I was just a teen bitch slut. Suddenly he groaned really loudly, he said, open your fucking mouth, bitch slut, I did as he instructed, his cum sprayed out of his cock, I could see the slit open up as he pumped it out, spraying all over my face and into my open mouth. There was so much of it, over my hand, my face, in my mouth, soaking into my blouse, even my skirt was sprayed with it. Again there was that salty taste, saltier and more bitter than Mr. Abbot's, but the same powerful bleach type smell, the scent of his sperm almost made my head spin, the taste of it, the hot, thick, clinging splatter of it over my face. I imagined what I must look like, such a young girl coated in this man's cum, how good and powerful he must feel. He made me suck his cock clean, he said a bitch like you needs to learn, when a man's finished with her, she needs to clean up. Understand? I said, yes, Sir and finished licking and sucking his shaft, making sure he was clean.

Again I was pushed back into the seat, my skirt pulled up, panties pulled down and out at the front. A twenty pound rolled up note pushed over my clit and along the wet slit of my cunt. He got out some more money, he grasped my throat, squeezing it slightly, he said you were fucking told bitch, shorter skirts, high heels, more make up, sexy panties. Do what you're fucking told, he gave my long, white, soft throat a squeeze and a shake. He pushed the money into my bra and let go of me, he said spend it wisely bitch.

I got out of the car, I was so used, face, blouse, skirt covered in his sperm, the over powering taste of it on my soft, pink, wet tongue. He drove off, leaving me there, I tried to clean up but I knew I would have to sneak into the house, I looked as if I had been gangraped. As I walked off I thought, just for a moment that I heard something, someone, it was probably a cat or a squirrel or something. I managed to sneak into my bedroom, I was in such a state that I cleaned myself up immediately. Then I started thinking......