The Body Inspector

Alyssa's path was clear. The law was on Bill's side. Her mother clearly was as well. Bill spent the whole thirty minutes Alyssa waited for her mother squeezing her tight but, molesting her small breasts, and kissing her sweet lips. Alyssa had church tomorrow, and Bill said she could go to church and take the day off. There was a boy in church, Chris, who Alyssa had grown up with. He was sweet and devout and handsome. He would be her first. He would have to be. Alyssa planned the whole thing out in her head. After service, she would pull him aside. He would kiss her passionately; they would find a hotel room. Then, with rose petals on the bed, he would take her in a manly fashion.

She knew the rose petals probably wouldn't happen, but the rest of it would have to. She spent the whole morning doing her hair and perfecting her makeup. She put on a cute but tasteful dress. After all, Chris was a tasteful man. He would start dating Alyssa, her mom would see she didn't need a gross old Body Inspector to help her find a man, and the whole thing would just be a bad memory.

She arrived at church feeling much more cheerful than she had for the last few days. She felt like her body, and her fate, were her own. She prayed gratefully during church, and after the service had ended, she went to Chris and pulled him aside into a back room. She was nervous, her heart beating a hundred miles an hour.

"Chris, I have a favor to ask. It's going to sound a little weird...and definitely sudden...but please just consider it."

The boy smiled warmly. "Of course, Alyssa. What's up?"

She chewed her lip for a second, then the words came spilling out of her mouth. "I want you to kiss me."

He frowned. "You want me...to what?"

She continued. "I want you to kiss me. Like we're dating."

He shook his head. "Alyssa...we aren't dating. We're...not even texting or talking. What's this all about."

"There's an old man...he uh...he's been grabbing me and stuff. I thought if we had sex it would-"

Chris straightened. "Woah! You want to have sex? Now!? Alyssa, we barely know each other!"

Now it was Alyssa's turn to frown. Okay. This hadn't gone to plan.

"Chris..." She tried to keep an even, gentle voice. "It's not me. It's this old man! He grabs my chest and my butt and..."

"Oh, that makes it loads better. I should sleep with you because you let an old man grab your boobs! You know I've had a crush on you since eighth grade...I was always just too shy to tell you. My mom was convinced you were a whore! I told her 'No way mom' but she was right!"

He turned to leave. "Chris wait, you don't understand!"

"Leave me alone Alyssa...don't...don't talk to me."

He left her there, crying, at the church. She was defeated. Some small part of her knew she belonged to Bill. Now and forever. She didn't like that he was old and fat and gross...and yet he controlled her. Much to her dread, Monday came. Her mother laid her out and outfit again. 'I'm not wearing this lacey underwear' the girl thought to herself, and put on a sensible cotton bra and panties to go with the skirt and blouse that poor Alyssa hadn't worn since she was a child. Her breasts strained the fabric of the blouse, and even tugging at the hem of the skirt made its length barely decent.

Alyssa arrived at Bill's house. She knocked on his door and he greeted her...not with words but with a passionate kiss. Though he grasped her ass tightly, she didn't object. After he broke the kiss, which involved his tongue exploring every inch of her warm mouth, she simply said "You're disgusting." Yet some part of her felt that he was...entitled to this. As she cleaned, she didn't bother swatting his hand away when he groped her ass or when he squeezed her breast. She had one thing left, one thing that was hers to give, and she knew her virginity wouldn't be her's for long.

After a few hours of her cleaning and him making all manner of derogatory comments and finding excuses to put his hands on every inch of the girl, he finally acknowledged her sadness. "Alyssa, are you happy wearing such a slutty outfit?"

Her eyes brimmed with tears. "No. I don't like wearing skirts and blouses that show off my body. I'm not that kind of girl."

He nodded and rose from his chair. "I think I have the perfect solution for that." He walked to her and began unbuttoning the top button of the blouse that was at one time her school uniform.

Alyssa was startled. "What are you doing?"

He popped the button open and began working on the second. Her hands went to his, but she didn't stop him. "This is best. You're uncomfortable and embarrassed in these clothes. So, we'll just go ahead and take them off." She nodded blankly, then reached for the catch of her skirt. "Oh no. I'll undress you."

She nodded again, answering glumly. "Okay."

The old man finished unbuttoning the blouse and opened it, revealing two B cup breasts in a powder blue cotton bra. He unsnapped and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the ground and unveiling a pair of lavender cotton panties. He slid the blouse off her shoulders. His voice was just above a whisper. "You're beautiful...slut."

A tear ran down her cheek. "I'm not-"

He nodded, kissing her cheek. "Oh yes you are. Your body belongs to me. As a Body Inspector, you are my property. My play thing. Keep cleaning."

He enjoyed the rest of the afternoon. The poor innocent Alyssa made no effort to preserve her feminine modesty any longer. What was the point? He slapped her butt a few times, but mostly he just took pictures on his phone of the miserable sniffling girl.

Finally, after a few hours, she stood up straight. "Do you have to take all these pictures? I don't want to have pictures all over the internet of me in my underwear."

He didn't answer her. "Alyssa, come sit for a moment."

She looked around. "There isn't another chair in the living room."

He grinned. "Well then you'll just have to sit on my lap."

She whimpered and paused. "But your dick is out." He patted his lap, his erect cock springing even further to life. She walked over to him and tried to sit on either side of it. He, however, took her and deftly positioned her so that she sat with his cock between her legs and touching her panty clad slit. There was an awkward silence. "I really didn't want you to be my first kiss you know."

He reached up and unclasped her bra, letting it spill onto her lap, her breasts revealed to a man for the first time. "I know you didn't sweetie." He began to gently knead her breasts in his hands, every once in a while, tweaking her nipples.

After a soft moan she looked at him. "Are you going to put your baby in me?"

He nodded. "Take off your panties and bend over the kitchen counter."

Soon her panties were around her ankles and she was bent over as he asked. He began to ease his cock inside her. "Ah! Slow down, it hurts."

He eased out. "It'll be alright. You'll see." He pushed into her again, a little deeper this time. The girl was tight. He began easing out and in again, establishing a rhythm. With each thrust, he hit her harder and deeper. He began to move faster. The poor girl groaned, her virginity taken and her innocence now completely lost.

Alyssa couldn't believe it. Naked in front of a fat old man, his massive cock now pounding inside of her. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She decided to make one final plea for mercy. "Please don't cum inside me. Please. I don't want to become pregnant. I don't want to have to marry you."

He grinned, still plumbing her depths. "I'm not going to marry you. In six months you'll be cranky and fat. No. I'm going to fill you...AH!" He thrust deep inside her, blasting a massive load all over her unprotected cervix. His fertile seed now in her fertile garden, millions of sperm began to fulfill their mission: to find her ovum. He sighed contentedly. "Sorry. What I was saying as that I'm going to fill you with my baby batter...as I just did. Knock you up. And then...abandon you."

He eased out of her, some of his cum dripping to the floor, and kissed her. His tongue again explored her mouth. The body she had saved for Chris now belonged to Bill. There was no going back. She was going to have his baby, likely in the same house as her mother who would in an instant set her up with another gross body inspector. This was her life now.