Unwanted attention - Chapter 16 - Sex Stories

Unwanted attention - Chapter 16

... fingers. He looked up at me in disbelief. Finally he broke the silence: “Wow, I’ve never had anyone do that for me before, that was amazing, I mean…” “I got it. Just shut up about it and get out. You’ve got what you wanted and more than we agreed on, so that’s it.” I gave him a stern look. He just pulled his underwear up, and then his shorts and opened the door. We peeked out on the hall and it sounded like out moms were in the kitchen now, talking about something, so I just pushed him out and then closed the door. I could hear that he was not walking yet, then he said: “Thanks Jasmine, that was awesome, your awesome” and then I could hear him walk back to my brother’s room. I was pretty sure that at this point he wouldn’t talk to anyone about any of this, but at the same time I knew that I couldn’t trust him, or anyone for that matter. I guess I learned that the hard way. First with the men in the van that asked me for directions and then ended up pushing me into their van, raping me in every way imaginable, then with the doctor that was supposed to help me cope with all this through therapy, but instead he was only helping himself, helping himself to me and my young inexperienced body. I looked at my full length mirror and stepped in front of it. I looked disgraceful: My shirt was too short to be worn without shorts or pants, it was covered in a 14 year old’s sperm as well and my hand being covered in the same disgusting liquid. I lifted my hand and smelled it. I didn’t ...

... like the smell, that I was sure of, but it made me feel really strange. I was getting… I’d like to say flush, or even… no it can’t be… aroused. What was happening to me ? I hated what just happened, I hated the smell on my hand, the fact that it was on me made me sick, but my body was reacting differently, exactly the opposite. I just stood there at thought about it. Is it possible that my body just became accustomed to the smell and even taste of semen? Or was it just the adrenaline rush that was making me feel this way. No, it was more than that. It was like I have been trained to react to this….. Yes. That’s the word I was looking for: Trained. Every time the doctor came on my hand, on my face, in my mouth or in me at all, he always made sure to play with my erogenous zones. Weather it was my vagina, or nipples, or any combination he could think of, he would always make me respond to it and most of the time he forced me to have an orgasm or more. This way my body was associating the smell and taste of cum with orgasms… I tentatively brought my hand up to my nose. I took in a deep breath and the smell just invaded me. I felt strange. For no reason that I can explain o stuck my tongue out and licked my fingers. The taste was bad, but at the same time I had to have more. I just kept on licking and sucking in my fingers. Like having a mind of its own, my other hand reached down under my t-shirt and touched my wet cunny. And it was soaking. I just started rubbing it in circular ...