Weekend With The Neighbor (Part 2)

“Time to wake up Princess. My poker buddys will be arriving soon.” I opened my eyes to see my neighbor, Mr. Miller, standing over the side of the bed.

It took a moment to shake off the grogginess. I couldn’t recall why I was in a pink room. My hard nipples felt sore, and my swollen pussy was soaking wet.

I slowly remembered that, unbeknownst to me, Daddy sent me here for the weekend to be old man Miller’s indentured sex toy, in order to pay off his debts. The dirty old pervert had started off the weekend by fucking me hard, while confessing he used to cream my panties.

Mr. Miller handed me several chewy candies as I sat up. “Take these. They will make you feel good”. I obediently popped the candies in my mouth. Although they were sweet, there was an unusual taste toward the end.

“I took the liberty of going through your bag to choose one of the outfits your father packed. It’s in the bathroom, along with towels. Go shower and get dressed.”

“Yes, Grandpa”. Mr. Miller insisted I call him that for the weekend. I watched his enormous frame walking away; embarrassed that I had gotten so aroused by him earlier.

I quickly showered and toweled off, pulling my hair into two blond braids. I looked at the outfit Daddy had sent. It was an incredibly revealing school girl outfit.

The top was basically a bra with thin shoulder straps. The white stretchy material tied in front, between my breasts, giving the appearance of a tiny halter top.

The top left little to the imagination. The stretchy material gathered my tear-drop shaped breasts nicely; exposing my amble cleavage. My long, dark, dime sized nipples were swollen & larger than usual from Grandpa’s earlier abuse. They prominantly protruded out against the thin material. My firm stomach was fully exposed.

I donned the red and black plaid micro-mini schoolgirl skirt. It was less than 2 inches long, providing no coverage to my firm ass, or the bare, swollen mound between my thighs.

My tiny white panties matched the halter top. The thin, soft, stretchy material clung to the curves of my wet, tight pussy.

I slid the matching white thigh highs onto my long, lean legs. A row of small red & black plaid bows, matching the skirt, ran up the back of my legs.

I slipped into a pair of red leather shoes with a strap across the middle of my foot. They would’ve resembled innocent schoolgirl shoes, if not for the 6 inch heels.

I quickly completed the outfit by tying two red bows to the top of my long blond braids, and glanced into the full-length mirror before exiting the bathroom.

My tight body was dressed in the slutty school girl outfit. Combined with my innocent, wholesome features, my appearance screamed of a girl begging to be fucked and used at will.

I was starting to feel relaxed again, in the funny way I had felt earlier when Grandpa ordered me to share his joint. As I exited the bathroom, I nervously recalled what Grandpa said about “serving his buddies” tonight. My tight pussy began to throb, in spite of myself, as I pondered what tonight may entail.

Grandpa was waiting for me in the living room as I entered. He was stroking his thick, erect cock. He ordered me to stand in front of him. I watched him look me up and down with his beady eyes, which appeared buried into his fat, wrinkled face.

“Mmm, nice. Very nice, Sarah. Don’t move. Grandpa wants to get a good look at you”.

I obediently stood on display as he looked me over like a piece of meat. I could hear the quickening pace of his fat fingers jerking his cock as he slowly circled around me.

Grandpa leaned into me. I felt his hot breath on my ear as he whispered, ” Perfect. A perfect, innocent girl dressed for a night of fucking.” He was breathing heavily as he vigorously jerked his cock.
I could tell he was getting close.

Grandpa circled back around to face me. “Fuck! Your body is amazing. Look at those tits. You’re going to have a lot of fun tonight”. Grandpa began to groan. “Pull those slutty panties out, whore!”

I quickly grabbed the top of my panties and pulled them away from my swollen pussy. Whatever was in the gummy candies he’d given me was making me feel relaxed and very aroused.

Grandpa pointed his engorged cock down into my panties. “Look at your pussy!” He ordered. “UHH…FUCK!”

I looked down just in time. Grandpa shot a huge load of cum from his cock, straight into my panties.

Grandpa’s wrinkled, sausage fingers slipped down in between my thighs. I felt his huge, warm load squishing against my pussy lips. His fingers pressed against the soft, paper thin material of my panties, leaving an obvious wet spot.

“Mmm, just like when you were little”, Grandpa moaned. ” That should start the night off right.”

Grandpa briefly went to the kitchen, returning with more candy, and another large can of the strong hard lemonade he’d given me earlier.

“Have some candy little girl, and drink this”. I was already feeling funny, but I did as I was told; remembering that I was here to help Daddy.

“My friends will be here very soon. You are to answer the door and greet them when they arrive. I will give you orders throughout the night. You are to follow them, without question. Understood?”

“Yes, Grandpa. I understand.”

“That’s a good little girl. I have a pretty little present for you.”

Grandpa reached over to grab something off the coffee table. I nervously stood there as he walked behind me. I felt his hands wrap something wide around my neck. It grew tighter as he began strapping it on. Although I couldn’t see it, could tell it was a leather dog collar.

Grandpa circled back around. I was shocked to see his cock was growing hard again. He began rubbing his hand against the bulge in his pants as he admired me.

” Mmm. It’s perfect, my little pet.” He grabbed his phone to snap a full length picture of me, followed by a close up of my cum soaked panties. “Can’t forget to show your Dad how much fun you’re having”, he said with a wink.

“I’m going to change. Don’t forget to answer the door if guests start to arrive.”

I quickly surveyed the kitchen and living room while Grandpa was gone. There were several round card tables set up; enough to easily accommodate 20 men or more. “How many men are coming over?” I wondered.

A rectangular table in the corner of the living room caught my eye. It was covered with a blanket. Unlike the card tables, there were no chairs surrounding it.

There was a smaller table in the kitchen with a bowl filled with blue pills, and what appeared to be long plastic twist ties. Glancing over to the table where Grandpa had retrieved my collar, I saw a black leather leash.

I took a large gulp of the lemonade in hopes of dulling the nervousness building inside of me. Just then, the doorbell rang.

I slowly walked to the door, completely self-conscious that I was dressed like a fuck toy. As I placed my small hand on the doorknob, I tried not to wonder how many dirty old men might cream my tight pussy before the night was over.
(To be continued)

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