The Body Inspector

Bill awoke caked in sweat from his long slumber, where he dreamed of the things he was going to do to his new sexual conquest the first chance he got. He put on a robe and left it open in the middle, his massive cock hanging in plain view. He heard his doorbell go off and went to the front door. When he answered the door, young Alyssa stood wearing a blue sundress with a hem at a tasteful knee length, tied with a blue ribbon around her waist that ended in a bow on her back. She wore her hair back in a ponytail, a smaller but similarly colored blue ribbon in her completing the ensemble. As soon as he opened the door, the poor girl glanced down and saw the flaccid member waiting for her. She looked up and scowled at Bill, her mother in a car in the driveway. She waved at her daughter before pulling out the driveway and leaving her daughter to her fate.

"Alright, let's get a few things straight." She stated as Bill eyeballed her from head to toe, drinking in the picture of beauty that Alyssa was. "I'm not here because I want to be..." He approached her and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Stop. I'm here because my mother..." He kissed her again, and nibbled her earlobe. "Stop it. Because my mother says I have to be. Truth be told..." He gave her ass a squeeze as he continued to nibble on her ear. "STOP IT! HEY ARE YOU LISTENING!?"

Bill released her and took a step back, grinning. "Of course, I am. I'm hanging on every word." He tugged on the neck line of the dress, peering down into her cleavage.

She pulled her body away from him. "You're disgusting. A dirty old man with a badge. That's all you are. Listen, I'm going to clean your house. No funny business. No trying to see my bra and panties. No touching my butt. And absolutely no kisses."

He raised his eyebrows slightly. "No kisses huh? Can I ask why?"

She had a moment of sheepishness before she answered. "I've never really kissed any guys. And...I want that to be special. Girls just...I don't...don't kiss me, okay? I don't want my first kiss to be some fat gross old man."

Bill chuckled cruelly. "You've never been kissed? Twenty years old and you've never been kissed? That's just fucking sad."

She crossed her arms over her small chest. "Shut up dude! I don't owe you an explanation! You're some overweight asshole with a title that lets you take advantage..."

"...here's what I'm going to do." He said, cutting her off mid-sentence. "I'm going to let you clean." His cock seemed to spring to life, his robe still hanging open. "But if you don't do a good job, or you're rude, or even if you do something I don't like, I'm going to spank you on your cute little ass."

"You can't spank me! I'm not a child!" Her face was a vision of beauty and indignant outrage.

"Oh really? I could rape you right now and not a soul could do a thing about it." The young girl hung her head, knowing it was true. "First time I spank you it will be one slap on that adorable ass of yours. Second time, two slaps. If we get to the unfortunate position of ten slaps, well now you won't have to worry about losing your first kiss anymore, will you? Do we understand each other, Alyssa?"

"Yes." Her voice sounded a little defeated. She gasped as his hand came crashing down on her ass, making an audible crack sound.

"Yes what?"

She gritted her beautiful teeth, her butt cheek stinging. Legally, she knew there was nothing she could do about the situation her mother had put her in. "Yes sir. We understand each other. Please don't spank me anymore."

The girl set about tidying up the house, taking care not to make a mess of her beautiful blue dress. Meanwhile, Bill sat in his easy chair, his dick hanging from his robe and standing at attention, eyeing the beautiful young girl who had no choice but to clean for the disgusting man who could, at any moment, take advantage of her in any way he saw fit.

As she was dusting some higher shelves in a room that had a bit of a higher ceiling, she looked up. "Bill..." She asked. "...do you have some kind of a ladder for getting this top shelf?"

He rose from his chair, careful to hide his glee. "As a matter of fact, I have a three-step stool." He left the room briefly, and return holding the stool. "It's a little bit wobbly sometimes, so I'll hold it steady for you."

"No you're not." Her reply was quick and firm. Just as firm was the grabbing of her arm. He brought his hand crashing down on her right ass cheek. Then her left. "OW!" Her shout brought her hands to her butt and covered it, a tear welling in her eye from pain and violation.

"You don't tell me what to do. Ever. I'm a Body Inspector. If I want to spank you, I will. If I want to run my fingers through your hair, I will. If I want to nibble your sweet little ear lobe again, I will. And, certainly, if I want to hold a stool for your safety I will." She started to grumble, but three swats on her already stinging butt cheeks brought her to heel. She climbed carefully up the stool onto the third rung. As Bill held the stool in place he looked up. Alyssa was trying desperately to dust with one hand and hold her dress in such a way as to protect her modesty with the other.

It wasn't working.

"Those are some cute purple panties you're wearing Alyssa. Are they cotton?"

She sighed. "Yes Bill. They're cotton."

"Is that a boy short cut? They're a little modest. Your mom said you were to wear cute things. I imagine by the bow in your hair your mother expected something bikini cut or smaller...or lace for a fabric." He reached up under the dress and gave her smarting bottom a squeeze.

"AH!" She pushed his hand away with the hand not dusting. "She...she doesn't know."

"Well I, for one, love your little purple panties." He took the back hem of her dress and raised it to the bow around her waist. "Oh yes. They're very cute. And you have a beautiful little butt, Alyssa. Very cute. And firm. I can tell from the spankings you made me give you."

"Oh no..." Her voice was a groan as the strange fat man became the first to get a clear unobstructed view of her underwear.

"So tell me, what does the beautiful Alyssa do for fun? Are you on any teams at the college?"

"Actually I just so happen to be an athlete. I'm the captain of the college's...hey! Stop that!" He brought his hand over her firm ass and let a finger graze over her panty clad slit. She was trying desperately to finish dusting and pull the hem of her dress down at the same time. "That's private! I'm the captain of the women's basketball team. We're doing very well this year."

He let his hand move over her firm thighs, her found her skin baby soft. "That explains your fit, toned body. You're a tomboy. You know what tomboy's are Alyssa? Sluts who pretend they don't want to be taken advantage of by men like me."

"No one would want to...STOP FEELING MY LEG!" For some reason she couldn't explain, she moaned softy as he assaulted her. Was he right? Did she somehow want this to happen? No! He was a creep. He was gross!

"And what kind of music does a pretty young slut like you like to listen to." He resumed his petting of her thigh.

"First of all, I told you I'm not a slut." His hand began to graze higher on her thigh. "And second, I like jazz and pop. People think I'm a nerd for...STOP IT!" She once again pushed his hand away from her panty clad slit. "Stop trying to touch my vagina! I'm saving that for my future husband!" He grasped her taut little buttock. 'Well...' she thought. 'This IS better than him touching my vagina. I just need to finish dusting and get down.' He let the stool wobble and the girl came tumbling down. He caught her, her warm supple body resting against his fat gut and his hand resting on her untouched little breast.

"See? It was a good thing I was watching out for you. You could have fallen on the coffee table." He grinned. She hadn't noticed the hand resting on her pert breast.

She gave a sigh. "Yes sir. Thank you for catching me." He gave her sensitive tit flesh a squeeze. She squealed. "AH! You're touching my breast! Was that your plan all along?"

He gave a fake gasp of indignation, his exposed erect cock pressed against her body. "Alyssa, I resent that. I just helped you out." He set her standing up and lifted the hem of her dress, putting four swats on her tight panty clad butt.

She covered her butt as best as she could with her hands. "HEY! You skipped three and went right to four!" Without missing a beat, he grabbed her wrist to move her hand and spanked her three times. She groaned in humiliation. She groaned in powerlessness. But did she groan in arousal? Something in her was stirring. Her nipples were hard, her pussy damp, and every part of her was so...sensitive. He let his hand rest on her butt after the final spank. He had touched her breast. He had touched her pussy. She didn't even fight a hand on her butt at this point. To be honest, she barely even noticed it. He grinned. "What...what do you want me to clean next, sir?"

For the next few hours he let the poor girl clean, but used every opportunity to look up her dress, to look down the bust of her dress, and to touch her legs and ass, and several times when she bent over to wipe something, he slapped her in the face with his massive erect cock. She fought him less and less as the day went on. After what felt like an eternity for poor sweet Alyssa, she finished cleaning the house. "I've finished the cleaning, sir." She stood before him, exhausted and her sensitive spots aching. She was so turned on she couldn't stand it.

"Good." His voice was dangerous, almost a whisper. "I guess I should call your mom and have her come pick you up."

She whimpered. "You...didn't call my mom yet? I asked you to call her like forty five minutes..." His hand came crashing down on her tight little ass. Five times now.

"Young lady I've about had it up to here with you. I've been very lenient with you today, and I feel like I've been very respectful of your boundaries. Now then." He sat down in his recliner. "Take a seat in my lap."

She swallowed, trying to muster the last bits of courage she had left, but her pussy wet and her butt stinging. "No...I...I won't do that. Your...your penis is out."

"Alyssa, you're trying my very last nerve." She sighed softly and sat on the very edge of his knee. Immediately, he pulled her body back against his and rested her butt cheeks over his naked cock. He then took out his phone and dialed her mother.

"Hello? Ms. Stephenson?" He took her breast in hand and began to knead it. She rocked back and forth on his cock trying to push his hand away. "Yes, your daughter is ready to come home. No, I didn't fuck her tight little pussy yet. Oh, we haven't even kissed. I was a perfect gentleman as you can imagine. Poor girl's never been touched before. No, I just let her clean. She was terribly rude to me. Also, were you aware she didn't wear cute panties to work? I kind of feel like that was part of our deal." Back and forth she rocked, his penis getting harder and harder while he molested her soft breast. "I think we need to be in correspondence about a uniform for her. Oh...you used to be a seamstress? Wonderful. Yes I think we can work something out."

"Stop it!" Her voice was a groan. Why was her breast so sensitive?

"I think I should take some measurements. I want her things to fit her well."

"Stop touching my chest!"

"Okay. I'll take...ugh...I'll take care of it." He released her breast collapsed back against the chair while dropping his phone.

"Oh..." He sighed deeply. "That was wonderful. Thank you, Alyssa." His cock was getting smaller. Tears formed in her eyes.

"No...what's that feeling on my butt!? WHAT DID YOU DO!?" She stood and felt her butt. It was covered in his cum, which had mostly soaked through her dress. "GROSS! Oh my God, it's everywhere! Do something! It's soaking through my underwear!" She panicked and tried to brush it off her virgin butt, but then it was stuck to her hands and her butt. She shook her hands, but his cock slime stuck to her fingers like thick sticky glue. She tried desperately to shake it off her hands, but to no avail. She eventually wiped her hands off on the front of her dress. She snarled at him. "You're disgusting! You're a gross old man who can't get women to talk to him any other way than with your stupid fucking badge! Ugh!"

He rose from the chair, closing his robe to cover his flaccid cum covered cock. "There's one thing left to do before you go. I'm going to have to measure you so I can give your measurements to your mom. She and I agree that you shouldn't be leaving the house to come and clean for me unless your outfit is proper and pretty."

"YOU JUST EJACULATED ON ME! Clearly, I'm pretty enough for you!" The poor girl was beginning to stammer. She couldn't believe her ears! She needed to pretty up for him!?

He sneered from ear to ear. "Please...a knee length dress and boy short panties to clean the house of a Body Inspector?" He undid the delicate ribbon around her waist and began lifting the hem of her soiled sun dress higher and higher. She raised her arms up and let him undress her like she was a porcelain doll. He drank in the sight of her slender figure, now clad in a bra and a pair of cum soaked boy short panties. He produced a tape measure from a nearby desk. "Come here my beautiful little toy."

She scowled and walked toward him. "I'm not a toy. And I don't want you to call me beautiful. I don't want anything from you. You're less than human." Now she grimaced as his hand came crashing down on her ass six times. Her butt was screaming. She was so embarrassed.

He began 'measuring' her, a flimsy excuse to feel her taut legs, wrap his hands around her small flat tummy, brush over her arms, then get her inseam. The ass of her panties was soaked with cum, which he made it a point to try and saturate the gusset of her panties while he worked, also taking it upon himself to grab her slit through her panties. This brought a moan from the girl. He also measured her bust, by which I mean he used every excuse to grab and paw at her bra covered breasts. She gasped and moaned through the whole process. When, at last, he was done, she was practically spitting through her teeth. "May I get dressed now? Sir?" The final word was edged with hatred.

He laughed cruelly. "Yes, I think we're done here." As she pulled the dress on and retied the ribbon, her mother pulled up. She quickly moved out to the driveway. As she sauntered out the front door, Bill found himself wishing he could have one last indignity for poor sweet Alyssa. Her mother gasped and stepped from her car.

"What happened to your dress!?"

"He did! He CAME on me! Mom he was disgusting! He touched me in private places...he...he looked up my dress...he felt my breasts...he..."

"You're not wearing that filthy rag in my car! You'll make a mess of my seats. You'll have to come home in your undies."

"WHAT!?" Alyssa stamped her foot. "NO! People will see me! And then there's Mr. Fernandez across the street! He's been watching me for years; I'm telling you mom he's a creep!"

Her mother pointed at her daughter. "Mr. Fernandez is a sweet man who is mourning the passing of his wife. And he watched you grow up. He certainly doesn't care about your little...your little boobies." Tears formed in Alyssa's eyes as she took the dress off and set it in her lap, a feeling of disbelief touching every part of her psyche.

'Your welcome Mr. Fernandez.' Bill thought to himself. As the car sped off down the block, two college age girls walked a dog down the street. "Hey, you two!"

"Us?" One of the girls pointed to herself.

"Yes. I'm a Body Inspector. And I want you two to kiss. Right now." The girls looked at each other. Quickly and cautiously, the two young women gave each other a peck on the lips. Their faces burned as they turned back to Bill. "I'm going to put this in terms you understand. I want you two to make out for my enjoyment. And, if I find I don't enjoy it, I'm going to knock you up. Both of you. Right here in the street. So I'm going to ask again before I lose my temper. I want you two to kiss."

Taking one another's faces in hand, the two women pressed their faces together, mouths open, and explored the depths of each other's mouths. After a good thirty seconds of their tongues rolling against their partners, the girls broke their kiss, a long strand of saliva falling on their shirts. "See? Now was that so hard? Continue walking your dog. I'll be on the lookout for you two. Don't get too comfortable wearing clothes." They walked away nervously, feeling like they'd dodged a bullet.

That night Bill talked to Alyssa's mother on the phone for what felt like hours. The soft hum of the sewing machine could be heard through her closed bedroom door. Alyssa thought back over the day. She couldn't believe what had transpired, but more so she couldn't believe it made her feel the way it did. Her hand slipped into her pajama pants, and she rubbed her slit through her panties. Her slit that had never been looked upon by a man since she was in diapers.