A Bunnie To Play With - Chapter 13 - Sex Stories

A Bunnie To Play With - Chapter 13

I didn’t know if it was a wise idea to go home with a stranger, but Anne had hurt me, and I had ruined Helen’s dress, and if I was honest with myself, all I wanted was something intense to take my thoughts away from reality for a while. The sound of the key turning in the door’s lock promised that intensity, and I felt excitement bubble up inside. I was pushed inside before I could think about taking a step and almost ended up on my knees. Helen turned on the light, and after blinking a few times, I found myself in a big, square room with doors on every side. One of the doors was open, and to my horror, a woman at least as old as Helen stood there, with her grey hair standing awkwardly in all directions, clad only in a long terry-cloth bathrobe and watching me with disdain. “I see, you brought home another one of those young sluts,” she hissed. “You don’t have to care about it,” Helen responded not any friendlier, “it’s between me and John what I do and don’t do.” “This is my house as well, don’t forget that.” “As if I could.” I was frozen on the step, listening to the two women’s scornful argument and trying to cover my nudity with my arms and hands as good as I could. “Keep going." Helens hand pushed me forward again, right at who had to be her sister-in-law and who didn’t move from her position in the door frame, so I ended up bouncing against her bony body. I winced, even more so when her hand shot out and grabbed my shoulder painfully. “Slut!” The word was like a ...

... whiplash, almost driving tears into to my eyes. But she wasn’t done with me. Before I could realize what was happening, she spat at my face, a huge drop of spittle hitting me next to the eye. I lifted my hand to wipe it away, but she caught it and spat at me again. And again. It was the most demeaning thing that had ever happened to me. Still it got worse when her hand snaked down between my legs and gripped my pussy. “Does this make you hot? Helen’s sluts love to be humiliated, or so she tells me. Are you one of them?” Truth was, something about the treatment, about the way she took control of me in a few seconds, did stir the heat that had already been building between my legs all evening, even though I was dying with shame and repulsion. She pushed me away, but my back instantly made contact with Helen’s body, or I would have fallen down. She held me by my upper arms though, and when I tried to lift them, she pushed them down again. “Have fun,” Margaret hissed and turned around, walked down a narrow corridor and vanished into one of the rooms. “Sorry for that,” Helen said, but I could hear that she didn’t really mean it, “she’s always like that. But lets not think about her.” She guided me through the door and had me make a quick turn to the left, not allowing me to wipe her sister-in-law’s spit from my face. A stone staircase ran down into the basement. I wasn’t sure it was a good idea to walk into a stranger’s basement, but what other options did I have? So I hesitantly put one ...