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Liaisons Erotiques, N° 4
[mF, ped, nosex, voy, true]

WARNING: This really happened many years ago. How many will not be revealed, 
except to say it was enough to be underage. This isn't being posted to create 
yet another one of those ratings-grabbing news stories that cause more harm 
than good, but as a form of self-therapy. That said, names have been changed 
and some things intentionally left out or glossed over for the reasons stated.


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WARNING: This really happened many years ago, I won't say how many but will 
say that I wasn't of legal age at the time. This isn't being posted to create 
yet another one of those ratings-grabbing news stories that cause more harm 
than good, but as a form of self-therapy. That said, names have been changed 
and some things intentionally left out or glossed over for the reasons stated. 

I rented a room in the home of a certain couple named Greg and Lauren. Greg 
was a senior executive in charge of Quality Assurance at a major multinational 
firm. It was the a position which required him to make at least one or two 
overnight business trips a week to visit facilities operated by his employer. 
In other words, he was away a lot. Whenever he went to some of the more exotic 
locations where the company operated, Greg would arrange for a few extra days 
and take Lauren with him, and they asked me to watch their home on those 
occasions (they also credited me on the rent when this happened, which was a 
good deal). There was one occasion when Greg invited me to come along as well. 
Lauren was in her late thirties, tall and of average build, while her husband 
was almost 10 years older and paunchy. While he was very plain, she had a bit 
of an adventurous streak in her. There was one occasion when Greg's trip got 
extended unexpectedly, not once but three times, with the result being that he 
was away for nearly four weeks. For some reason, this made Lauren behave in 
very unpredictable ways. 

In those days, I preferred to draw long baths before going to bed instead of 
showers; and the fact that the bathroom I had at my disposal contained a 
whirlpool only made that choice a more relaxing and enticing one. One evening, 
near the end of the third week of Greg's absence, I was soaking in the tub 
when Lauren shocked me by barging into the bathroom. Because I didn't have 
exclusive use of it, I locked the door out of habit. Anyway, barge in she did, 
and demanded to know why I insisted on drawing a bath nightly instead of 
showering like "normal" people. My answer to her was straightforward: Personal 
preference. However, that wasn't good enough for her and she accused me of 
being disruptive by bathing, and of preventing others from using the bathroom 
(even though the house had three others). Then she turned on her heels and 
walked out, leaving the door wide open. 

The next day, she barged in again, only this time she went right for the tub 
whilst I was in it, and unceremoniously opened the drain. When I tried to 
close it, she grabbed my hand and forced it away from the drain handle. 
Protesting, I pulled the glass shower door shut, and she opened it again. I 
asked, then insisted, she leave the bathroom, or I would tell her husband, but 
she laughed and slapped me on the cheek for my imprudence. My next move was to 
try and forcibly remove her from the bathroom, but she managed to grab and 
spin me around, twisting my arm behind me. In this manner she forced me back 
to the tub, hissing that I would learn to shower and like it or else. With 
that, she picked up a bar of soap and a washcloth, which she handed to me, and 
then turned on the water. I set them down and demanded that she get the hell 
out of the bathroom immediately. Lauren nonchalantly picked up the soap and 
washcloth again, pulled me from the tub, tossed a towel at me and manhandled 
me out of the bathroom, which she promptly locked. I was so disturbed, it 
didn't hit me till much later that she had seen me in all my naked glory. 

She must have unlocked the bathroom after I went to sleep, because it was open 
the next morning. That evening, I entered the bathroom as usual. I had just 
about shut the door, when Lauren forced her way in and locked us in. The key, 
which she had put on a chain, she hung from her neck. Lauren wore a terry robe 
and reminded me that she was going to teach me to shower. Despite my protests, 
she proceeded to turn on the shower and ordered me to undress. I refused and 
tried to wrest the key from her, but she shoved me against the wall, pinning 
me, and undressed me (all I had on was a pair of shorts and a t-shirt). Next, 
Lauren grabbed me hard just above the elbow, and forced me into the tub. My 
attempt to flee was thwarted, and she held me in place, warning me that this 
was going to happen, even if she had to come into the tub and do it herself. 
So I called her bluff. 

Sure enough, while holding on to me with one hand, she took off the robe and 
stepped into the tub. Under the robe, Lauren wore a bikini bathing suit. Body-
blocking me, she soaped up the washcloth, turned me around and began washing 
my back. Turning me back to face her, she did my arms and chest, then bent 
over to do my legs. Then she handed me the washcloth and told me that I would 
have to take care of my cock and balls myself. Apparently she wasn't satisfied 
with my performance because she tore the washcloth from my hand and did it 
herself. By the time I was done, my dick was hard as a rock. But because I was 
more ticked off than aroused, I really wanted to kick her hard in the gut and 
try to escape her. Since I don't hit women, but still had to express my anger 
somehow, I asked her if she got off doing this, and whether her husband knew. 
This took her aback, so I had a brilliant idea: I told her that I didn't think 
it fair for her to see me naked three days running, and that she was was a 
coward for wearing a bathing suit in the shower. Furthermore, I added that I 
would report her for the behavior. She froze, a touch of uncertainty passing 
across her expression. I took that very instant to push her away from me and 
succeeded. I even managed to snap the chain and get the key from her. Leaving 
the bathroom, I went straight to my room, where I locked myself in and blocked 
the door. A few minutes later, she tried to force her way in, banging on the 
door and calling me an immature spoiled brat. She finally stopped when I told 
her that I would turn her in to the police, but she said that nobody would 
believe me, especially since it would be her word against mine. 

On the following night, Laura intercepted me as I stepped out of my room on my 
way to take a bath. Grabbing me by the wrist, she dragged me off to the master 
bedroom and attached bath while telling me that I would have to use that 
shower instead, locking us in. Then she shoved me into the over-sized stall 
and after turning on the water, blocked the sliding glass door while she 
stripped down to her bra and panties, and then grabbed me once more, this time 
to remove my clothes (none too gently, I might add, as I was resisting her), 
she tossed now wet garments out of the stall and resumed body-blocking the 
shower door. From that vantage, she forced me to wash myself and didn't relent 
till I did my cock the same way she had the night before. Again I threatened 
with turning her in, and in response she called me a "demented pervert". 

My response was swift and immediate: My arm shot out and I hooked my fingers 
around her bra, between her breasts, pulling her towards me. In the process, 
she lost her balance and fell to her knees as her front-clasped bra flew open. 
I made her get up, and when she tried to cover herself, I grabbed her wrists 
and pulled her arms down. I told her that if she didn't like what just 
happened, it was too bad, because I didn't like nor appreciate what she was 
doing to me. She tried to pull away, but I managed to hold her in place by 
tightening my grip. Then I proceeded to tell her that Greg would find out what 
she had been up to in addition to the police. At this point, she began to cry 
and tried to apologize for her behavior, and begged for me to not turn her in. 
I asked her for a good reason I should do what she asked after the way she 
treated me, but all she said was she'd do anything if I would only back down. 

Though I could have chosen differently, I ended up making her write down 
everything she did, her reasons for it, and what I told her she would have to 
do to get her way. That way, if something happened, it would be clear who 
would be accountable if it came down to it...