Unwanted attention – Chap 5

True sex stories: Unwanted attention – Chap 5

Friday came and I started getting ready for my appointment with Dr. Carter after just hanging around the house for the whole morning. I had some lunch with my mom since she had the day off, and then went upstairs to get dressed. I looked through my closet and picked out a pair of black pants and a white v neck sweater. Initially I didn’t like it when I bought it because I felt like it shoved too much cleavage, but then realized that it wasn’t the sweater, it was just me, so I kept it.

My mom had bought me a set of regular cotton panties, they were white with just a thin band at the edges, this made them comfortable but they kind of dropped down a bit on the hips. I tried them on but although they were my size and fit just fine around the waist, they were way too tight around my buttocks which made them drop down to my hip bone. But it was comfortable enough, so I decided to wear them anyway. After all, nobody would see them… Mom drove me to the appointment and then left to run some errands.

I was greeted by Dr. Carter and led into his office. I sat on the couch and we started with some small talk. I told him that I was sleeping better and my appetite had returned.

-“I’m happy to hear that Jasmine, I met with your parents this week for their session and told them that you are making progress. Your dad is very upset about all that happened to you, but I also felt some distancing from you that he may have now. You told me about that as well, but he did admit that he does not know how to get close to you again. I gave them some suggestions and you should see some improvement in the way that they interact with you at home and this will help your family communications exponentially.”

I was very happy to hear this, my dad had been quite distant lately and hearing that the doctor was helping in this area made me smile a bit. In fact, this was the first smile since the attack.

-“Now I have a few more questions from last week… You said that the man that picked you up and drove you home was looking at you funny… What does that mean?” “Did you think he was attracted to you? Where you afraid that he might touch you or even rape you since you were alone with him in his car?” He stood up and moved behind me and leaned against the couch. His hips were next to my head… “Were you afraid that he would pull over somewhere and just take advantage of you? That would have been a possibility… Have you thought about that?”

“Am… no, not when I was in the car, but later the next day I was grateful that he didn’t try to take advantage of me.” I said while wondering where he was going with this and why he was moving so close to me.

He then touched my blond hair lightly and then brushed it over my shoulders revealing my face better. With the back of his hand he slowly stroked my cheek and then continued to speak… “I’m not sure if you realize what an attractive woman you are Jasmine, I mean I’m pretty sure that you don’t think you are bad looking, you must have a mirror, but you don’t quite know just how desirable to men you are or how they feel when their eyes wonder up and down your luscious body…” his hand moved a bit lower now and was touching my neck and under my chin. I was taken aback by this, but didn’t say anything at first, not wanting to be rude. His index finger traced under my bottom lip and I just pulled away and said “I’m sorry doctor Carter, but this is making me quite uncomfortable.”

-“You mean what we are discussing?”

“That too, in a way, but the touching mostly…”

-“Well Jasmine, I am also a man and I was just explaining to you what kind of effect you have on men.” He said with a smile.

“Maybe I should just leave” I said as I started getting up. But his hands were on my shoulders and he just pushed me back on the couch. “Please let me go, arr….” “Ill scream!”

-“No need for that, just hear me out and then I will let you go. Ok ?” I just nodded as he continued… “As I told you earlier, your parents also started their therapy and it is going well, definitely in your favor. In fact, your life will be better because of it. But, it can also go the other way: I can start mentioning some of the things that you told me, and before you say anything I have to let you know that patient-doctor confidentiality does not apply to minors. I am supposed to tell your folks everything.

If you want me to start telling them how you forgot to mention the orgasms that the three gentlemen gave you, how daddy’s little girl came like a little slut with a dick in her mouth and one up her tiny ass hole. Your dad isn’t being very warm as it is right now, how do you think he will react after all I could tell him. Also, remember who recommended me to your mother? The doctor at the ER, he is a close friend from college. One call to him and I can obtain all those photographs from the rape kit… you know, the one of your red vagina, bruises on your body, bites on your nipples and so on. If those leek on the internet everyone at your high school will see them on face book and the other social media sited. Thousands of people looking at your naked, freshly molested body, thinking that’s how you like it… rough!”

I was crying with my face in my hands: “You bastard, you know that is not true! I didn’t get any pleasure from that, it was hell!”

-“I know, I am quite positive by now that you were telling the truth about everything, but I can put whatever spin I want on the events.” He paused….. “or,….. no one will ever know about all this; all you have to do is comply.” “Now, think about it, have some tee, and if you still want to leave you are free to do so.”

I was frozen. I didn’t know what to do. Obviously I couldn’t let those pictures destroy my life… It felt like the walls were coming down on me. After calming down a bit I spoke: “So, what do I have to do ?”
-“Whatever I say” He then came around and sat back in his chair. I could notice a large bulge in his trousers. It was always there, but he kept his notebook in his lap the whole time. Last session too… He continued: “Now, for starters, get up. You have been teasing me with your body ever since I laid eyes on you and its time to see more. Take your sweater off please.”

My hands were shaking, but I had no choice. Slowly I grabbed the hem and started lifting. First it exposed my belly button, then up my flat stomach and up to my breasts. I paused there for a brief moment and then lifted it over my voluptuous bust and over my head. His eyes were big and fixed on my body.

-“Now the pants”

Shaking, I started to unbutton my pants and slowly slipped them off, revealing inch by inch my white little panties, my shapely thighs and well-formed calves. He noticed that my panties were really low and asked if that was the trend. I explained that my mother had bought them for me and that they didn’t fit quite right but were comfortable. My face was burning with embarrassment and I could feel my cheeks get bright red. He asked me to turn around and I did so quickly. He asked me to do it again slower and I did, this time he was savoring the site of my lower back and upped buttocks being exposed by the low edge of my underwear. I couldn’t believe what i was doing…

-“Very nice Jasmine, you could easily be an underwear model. Now let’s see those breasts that made the three men cum so hard.”

I just looked down and slowly reached around and unhooked the bra clasp and slipped the strap off, letting the bra fall to the floor. As I exposed my ample bosom, my eyes caught his for a brief moment and I saw the shear lust that he was staring at them with.

-‘’They are truly magnificent, I cannot believe they are real…” he said while licking his lips “Now let’s drop those panties that your mommy bought for you and do it slow”

I closed my eyes in shame and put my thumbs in the band and started to pull them down. I stopped for a bit at my pubic area, but then mustered the courage and pulled them down all the way. I kept my legs straight which made me bend down even more and gave him an excellent view of my heavy boobs from a new angle. I noticed that he was breathing heavier and the bulge in his pants got bigger. Then told me to turn around and I did. This was the first time I had exposed myself in front of anyone like this. During the attack they ripped my clothes off but this was different. It felt like I was participating, even though it was a reluctant participation through blackmail. After my little pirouette, he got up and stepped a foot in front of me.

His hands reached towards me and he brushed the outside of my breasts with the back of his hands. Then he slowly cupped them from the sides and underneath. He squeezed gently and then squeezed a bit harder. It felt like he was verifying that they were real… I just looked away the whole time, my lower lip quivering and my body shaking with his every touch. He then smiled and brushed over my still soft pink nipples. I got goose bumps all over but he continued. He knew exactly how my body would react from all his carefully placed questions and me giving all my most intimate secrets away.

With his thumb and index finger on each hand he touched my hardening nipples and gave them a light tug. They responded immediately as he expected and grew bigger and harder. He then twisted them slowly in opposite directions and I gasped… “Wow, they are better than I imagined… Soft, responsive and being slightly inverted only makes them more unique, more appealing.” He kept playing with them as my body squirmed and my breath got heavier. He knew exactly what he was doing, how he could now, with all the information that I had given him, control my body better than I ever could. He started cupping my breasts again, knitting them and pulling on my sensitive nipples and looked into my eyes as he did that.

“Please… please don’t do this, you know what it does to me…. Please stop.”

He started pulling me by my nipples toward him, he brought his lips next to mine and whispered: “ I know very well how you feel, and I probably understated it better than you. I know how your body was used against you and that was by people that didn’t know what they were doing nor did they have a med-school degree. With my hands on these delicious tits I can control your body like a puppet.” He then put my nipples between his index and middle finger and rubbed them with his thumbs. I had never felt this kind of stimulation before and my legs started moving a bit, my thighs rubbing against each other. That’s when I realized that my pussy had gotten wet at some point. I involuntarily looked down for a second and he looked at me and smiled.