The Body Inspector Ch 03

Two years earlier, John Fernandez sat at home. He was, of course, saddened by the passing of his late wife. But truth be told, at the age of 85 he probably wasn't far behind her. The loss of his life partner seemed to matter less to him than he thought it would. The cancer was slow, and he'd had time to mentally prepare himself. He couldn't remember the last time he and his wife had made love. There was talk on the news about the declining birth rate, and how the legislative body might need to intervene to prevent economic collapse. 'What do I care?' John asked himself. He gazed out the window, as he frequently did. 'Alyssa Jackson.' His thoughts turned to the girl across the street, who had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday. She was gorgeous. Everything a man might look for in a young teen beauty. She was outside getting the mail. He looked at her figure in the dress she was wearing. Poor girl, her mother wouldn't let her wear pants. After all, what God-fearing Christian girl dressed like a man? Or some such nonsense. She looked over her shoulder and saw that Old Man Fernandez was watching her. He always watched her. Had for years. She made eye contact for only an instant before she hurried inside. He grinned. He liked making the poor girl uncomfortable. Something of a hobby. His wife used to joke that if they ever passed that stupid inspection law, John should become one and make her little body his.

Flash forward two years. John loved to keep an eye out for sweet young Alyssa. Whenever she appeared, he kept his eyes glued to her. Her mother was oblivious to it all, and not because Alyssa didn't try telling her. Today he stepped out to the end of his driveway right as the Jackson women were pulling into theirs. Alyssa stepped out and slammed the door angrily. His eyes got so wide they may well have fallen out of his head. She was in her underwear! The two were arguing and didn't notice him. "Good evening, ladies!"

Alyssa gasped and tried fruitlessly to protect her modesty with her hands. "Don't look Mr. Fernandez! I haven't got my clothes on!"

John grinned. "Oh, that's alright. I haven't showered yet today. I'd say we're about even."

She shot him a dirty look, her dignity somehow flooding back to her. "That's not what I mean and you know it!"

"ALYSSA!" Her mother cut in. "You're not setting one foot in the house until you apologize to poor Mr. Fernandez! And you can give him a kiss on the cheek while you're at it."

Alyssa grumbled, but realizing her position, obeyed. She walked over to the ancient man, one arm across her bra covered breasts and one arm over her panty clad slit. "I'm sorry I accused you of staring at me. It was wrong." She kissed him on the cheek and started to turn to walk away.

In response, the dinosaur of a man threw his arms around the half-naked girl and hugged her tightly. He loved to give her hugs, whether she wanted him to or not. The poor girl's breasts mashed against him in a hug that seemed to linger longer than necessary. "Oh, that's okay sweetheart. I know you had a long day with the Body Inspector."

"MOM! Who did you tell!?" She couldn't believe her ears.

"Oh, just some of the neighbors and a few ladies at church." Her horror intensified as he brought one of his legs between hers, his thigh now touching her panty clad slit.

Her voice was a whisper now. "That's enough Mr. Fernandez!"

The old man smiled and broke the hug.

The next day poor little Alyssa rolled out of bed. She had masturbated herself last night to the most powerful and mind-numbing orgasm of her life. It was something she couldn't understand. Was she actually aroused by Bill? Did she have some sort of mixed-up feelings for that creep? No! She didn't...she couldn't. Her mother banged on her door.

"Come downstairs sweetie! Breakfast is ready!" She sighed and made her way downstairs. How did her mother not see the slob Body Inspector for what he was? It was so gross that the first man two feel her breasts and her vagina weren't some dashing man on her wedding night, but rather some slob who was trying to make her miserable. Her mom tried to make small talk over a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast. Alyssa wasn't having it though. Her mother had sold her to a Body Inspector. The girl ate in silence and continually shot her mother dirty look after dirty look. "I made you an outfit to wear today. And I want you to pick out some cute underwear to wear underneath. Bill is right, you're not trying hard enough to be cute for him."

"Because he's a monster, mom! How can you not see it!"

"Honey, you need to get used to boys touching you. It's perfectly natural! How is it going to look when you send away your forever love because he tried to grab your little boobs."

Alyssa just sighed and made her way back into her room. Opened her underwear drawer and put on a lace bra and panty set she was saving for a first date. Not that she planned to go all the way on a first date, but she wanted to feel pretty. Then she started to put on the outfit her mother had sewed for her. It was a blouse and skirt. Her mom, intentionally or unintentionally, had gotten her bust size wrong. The blouse was very tight. To her chagrin, she noticed that the buttons were too small for the button holes. This meant the blouse had a bad habit of popping open. She'd have a long day of fixing buttons. Then she put the skirt on. It was a flowy kind of skirt. It would have been cute if it hadn't gone only to where her fingers met her hands. Alyssa was a conservative girl. A Christian girl. She never wore dresses or skirts that went higher than her knee. She thought about complaining, but she knew her mother would simply make her go in that outfit anyway. She threw on a tasteful pair of ballet flats and her mom drove her to her most hated place on Earth.

Bill had found himself having an uneventful day. He went to the local college and entered a random class. In that class he picked the three prettiest girls in the room. He then fucked all three of them in front of the class, all while the boys and one lesbian professor jeered them and took photos. That was an hour or two ago, so Bill suspected those pictures were blasted all over the internet by now. Things had taken another interesting development. A new law had passed forcing all women ages eighteen to thirty-two to take a special supplement that brought the number of days a woman could become pregnant from around seven days to around 15 days...while still only having 28 days in a menstrual cycle. Another drug was on the market and was a requirement of all men in the Body Inspector program. This drug made testicle produce five times the normal amount of sperm, which recovered incredibly quickly (hence why he was able to fuck three co-eds one right after another). He watched through the front window as the two Jackson women came rolling up his driveway. Alyssa's mom had followed his instructions on the outfit and then some. Alyssa stepped out of the car and looked down, realizing that the two buttons that shielded her bra from view had popped open. It was the third time that had happened that hour. Frustrated, poor Alyssa redid the tiny little buttons. Her mother waved goodbye to Alyssa. Alyssa waved back, a button popping open which the small woman promptly fixed.

Bill opened his front door, his cock standing at attention for his beautiful prize. He was, again, in a robe that he left open. Alyssa tried not to look at the man's raging erection. "Listen," she started. "I'm not going to tolerate any funny business today. I'm here to clean your house."

"I have a deal for you Alyssa." She frowned almost as quickly as Bill grinned. "I'm going to cum several times today. But you're right sweet heart. It's not right for me to cum all over your clothes. So I'm going to cum in your adorable little bra, your cute little panties, or those shoes you're wearing. And don't make me choose. If I have to choose it's going to be your panties."

The girl chewed on her lip for a moment. Bras are underwear. Breasts are sexual. Panties are underwear. Butts and vaginas are sexual. The obvious choice was her shoes. "If you have to cum somewhere on me, do it in my shoes. But I'd prefer if you didn't..."

"Excellent!" He clapped his hands together. "You may take off your shoes and hand them to me." She walked in and sat down in a kitchen chair. She crossed her legs, tugging at the uncomfortably short skirt. She removed her ballet flats and handed them to the gross man. He looked her square in the eye as he began to stroke his erect cock. "God you're fucking hot. I'm gonna cum pretty soon here!"

She looked around the room. Anywhere but at him. "God...you're so gross Bill." She wretched as spurt after spurt of the man's semen filled every inch of both shoes, a side effect of his new drug being that his quantity of cum was increased exponentially. Alyssa thought she couldn't be more disgusted. But soon she was slipping on the cum filled shoes, the cum touching every part of her dainty feet, getting between her toes. It made her skin crawl. This was worse than the cum on her dress. Bill enjoyed it so much, he snapped a few pictures on his phone of the poor girl's discomfort, as well as the buttons that kept popping open (much to Alyssa's frustration). Moreover, Alyssa's tiny skirt did little to hide her bikini cut panties. As she stood from her chair and fixed a few buttons on her blouse, she felt her feet squishing around in a sea of cum.

"See Alyssa, it's not your bra or panties. I can be generous." Bill grinned.

"Yes Bill..." Her voice was filled to the brim with sarcasm. "You are so good to me."

He handed her some rags. "Now clean up this mess. There's cum that you spilled all over the floor."

While Alyssa tried to clean up the mess on the floor without getting it all over her and without showing her panties, she had to suffer the indignity of her feet squishing around in a pool of Bill's cock snot. To say she hated every second was an understatement. 'He's so gross.' She thought. 'The way he takes charge of me. The way he owns me. No. I'm not going to get turned on again. Not from this gross old man.' "Alright I think the floor is clean."

He began to spank her. Hard. Seven swats that he lifted her skirt for. "You forgot to call me 'sir.'"

"Ow!" She groaned rubbing her sore ass. "Seven swats? It doesn't start over the next day? Sir?" She chewed on her lip, hoping she hadn't earned another spanking by attaching 'sir' as an afterthought.

He grinned. "Of course it doesn't sweet heart. Besides, it's not my fault you've never been kissed before. You've had your whole life to get this squared away. Twenty years old and no guy has ever kissed you? That's pathetic."

She could stand the indignity of it no longer. "I'M PATHETIC!? YOU'RE PATHETIC! GETTING A YOUNG GIRL TO WALK AROUND WITH SLIME IN HER SHOES BECAUSE..." He spanked her again. Eight swats. She groaned as he let her skirt fall down to her thighs again.

He followed her around all day and made sure to snap pictures up her skirt, or snap pictures when her buttons came undone and she didn't realize. Finally, it was time to dust the top shelf. Alyssa had been avoiding this particular chore all day because it's when he assaulted her most the day before. "I think the top shelf is dusted...sir..." She was painfully aware of the good slopping around in her shoes. Bill couldn't fight back a grin as he thought of her feet covered in his sperm. She looked over at him just in time to see his stroking his enormous cock, right out in the open. She gasped. "Bill! You can't be doing that! I'm young enough to be your daughter!"

He winked. "Your blouse is open again."

She looked down and pulled the garment closed. "Bill It's time I laid out some rules for us. If I'm going to be cleaning your house...stop touching your penis! If I'm going to be cleaning your house you need to respect me, respect my privacy, and respect my body!" He rose from his chair. "You need to stop finding excuses to look at and touch my chest and my bottom and my flower." He walked over to her, smiling coyly. She didn't back down. "I'm a young lady and you shouldn't be treating me the way you are. It's disgusting. And..." She was cut off by Bill taking her face and pressing his lips to hers. He held her head in place with both hands, his naked cock resting against her tight flat tummy. She groaned as his warm slimy tongue wormed into her mouth. He rolled his tongue against hers. It was disgusting. He tasted like gin and cigarettes. He broke the kiss after what felt like an eternity. A tear rolled down her cheek. Her first kiss, which she was saving for a handsome boy, had been stolen from her. Bill was the first man to touch her ass, see her bra and panties, knead her small little breasts, and now kiss her. It was the first time all day she was unaware of the cock snot filling her shoes. "You said you wouldn't kiss me until ten spanks." More tears sprang to her eyes.

"Yeaaaaah I changed my mind. You just looked so cute, pretending that your body was your own. You are property, my sweet little Alyssa. And I went ahead and recorded that kiss. In fact, I've recorded a lot of things over the past couple of days. And after I've taken your virginity, I'm going to make sure to send everything to your relatives, your college, and your church. Every one will know that your first kiss was an ugly fat old man. Isn't that wonderful?" He gave her ass a squeeze. "I texted your mom. She will be here soon to pick you up." She sobbed to herself and began to rebutton the blouse. While she was distracted, he stole a second kiss. This one was longer and even more intense. He mauled her breasts. Alyssa groaned during the realization that her mouth now belonged to him. But she had a plan. Tomorrow was church day. She knew how to save herself. She knew what she had to do.