Old Mr Marten's girl

* all characters involved are over the age of 18. Content warning for upsetting themes including predatory behavior, and non consent/reluctance.

I wake up to a gloomy, shadowy bedroom, a bedroom that I have become very familiar with over the past few months. The ugly, mustard yellow blanket scrunched up around my body smells of dried semen and sweat. A noisy fan in the corner by the cupboard does little to mask the humidity of what must be another muggy late summer morning. It's hard to tell what time it is when the curtains are always drawn across the windows, blocking out some of the natural light from outside. I yawn and struggle to sit up in the creaky bed, my thin nighty clinging uncomfortably to my swollen belly and breasts.

Next to me on the bed, the still sleeping form of Marten is wheezing quietly away. He is completely naked under the sheets where he collapsed last night after insisting that we have sex in the missionary position. I've previously scolded him that he'd be too tired to watch gossip girl with me when it came on but he told me that he'd be fine and that he really wanted to rub himself against my baby bump. I huff now as I look down at him. I hate it when he misses episodes of my favourite TV shows. He's going to have to make it up to me somehow.

I decide to get up and go shower. I tiptoe quietly down the hall and into the bathroom, locking the door and shrugging off my nighty to look at myself in the little mirror above the sink. The delicate skin of my once slender waist is stretched tight, my once small breasts are now full, round and tender to the touch. Marten has told me in the past that he loves the way I look but now I can't fit into half the cute outfits he bought for me. I hop into the shower and wash myself down, taking extra care to clean away the crusted cum on my inner thighs. There's no need for it now anyhow, the twins he pushed into me are growing strong and healthy.

Then I get out and towel myself down, walking naked back into the bedroom where Marten is beginning to wake up. He smiles when he sees me walking to the closet and he coughs a few times to clear his throat.

"Ahh...what a sight to wake up to," He rasps at me through the gloom. I roll my eyes, mildly exasperated.

"You fell asleep after fucking me last night, again!" I whine.

He ignores what I said and watches with beady eyes as I take out a pale blue dress and a pair of underwear to get changed into.

"Don't tell me you are going to wear that ugly thing," he grumbles. "Put on that cute little red and white checkered apron I got you last week. Your belly looks so good in it. So does your ass..." He trails off as his breathing becomes heavier.

I turn and scowl at him. "Fine. I want some chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast though," I say.

"Hee hee all right," he chuckles dryly. I take out the apron and put it on, step into my lacy black panties and begin to slide them up my legs when Marten almost yells at me.

"What are you putting underwear on for? Take it off! Take it off!" he howls.

I sigh and step out of them, putting them back in the drawer.

"Now turn and face me!" he commands but not unkindly. I turn to him and he groans.

"Oh yes, that's right," he licks his lips and I see the bed cover tent over his crotch.

I know the routine now. I can't help but feel myself tingle a little in anticipation as I walk to his side of the bed. It must be the hormones. He eagerly pulls himself up in bed and I throw back the covers, revealing his hairy, spindly body. I climb onto his stiff rod and sink down onto it until my heavy belly rests against his shrivelled one. Because of the weight I'm carrying, I am forced to ride him slowly. He closes his eyes and sighs as my slick pussy slides up and down his wrinkled cock.

"That's my girl..that's my girl," he croons softly as he places his hands on either side of my belly while I ride him.

My eyes flutter closed and I let the heat inside my pussy spread through my veins and consume me. He could be anyone. A mailman, a hunky football player with washboard abs, although that's harder to imagine with all the wheezing he's doing. He finally cums, sending me over the edge as well as he reaches up and squeezes my full breasts. By now I'm very hungry so I climb off his lap, letting his deflating penis slide from me. He smirks and gives my naked ass a contented slap as I walk away to go get his wallet and call uber eats to bring me some pancakes from Mcdonalds.

He lets me get an ice cream cone and a small fries to go with it. When the meal comes, I devour every last bite and make myself a peanut butter and jam sandwich to eat as I play some pokemon. Mr Marten reads the paper in the corner.

He's given me so much over these past months. A home, food, video games, pretty dresses, a place to sleep at night and a front door that locks. That's all a girl will ever need right? This is what I tell myself. I slowly eat my sandwich and set to work filling up my pokedex. Mr Marten occasionally looks up from his paper to watch and chuckle to himself as I squeal when I catch a new pokemon.

"What kind of a pikachu is that one?" he says at one point, pointing to the screen as I take a pause to have a bite of my sandwich.

"It's not a pikachu, it's a raichu," I say with my mouth full. "It's an evolution of pikachu, you old fart." He chuckles again and folds up his newspaper.

"Well, my little raichu, don't speak with your mouth full. Daddy needs a little something," he says and I sigh as I hear his fly unzip. I look up at the clock. I guess it HAS been a few hours since our morning round.

"You are insatiable for someone this old," I say exasperated. "Can't I play for a bit longer first? I want to do this boss fight that I've been training for."

"Do you want me to go and sell your console to the hock shop?" he says, gently but seriously. I roll my eyes again and smile slyly.

"No I suppose not." I sigh and giggle as I look at the thick rod sticking out of his pants. He's adorably hopeless. I pause the game and get down on my knees, shuffling across the ground until I get over to his chair and settle myself between his legs. The kitten he got me comes out from behind the sofa where it was napping and begins to rub itself against my leg, thinking I'm going to play with it. I take his semi hard cock in my hands and begin to jerk it slowly, watching mesmerized as the thick, wrinkled skin moves up and down his shaft.

It smells like a lollypop because he buys candy scented body wash to try and entice me to suck his cock more often. He really is hopeless. I begin to lick along his shaft before taking the whole thing in my mouth and swallowing as much as I can. The kitten gets frustrated that I'm not giving it any attention and begins to meow at my heels. I come back up from Marten's crotch in a daze and begin to turn and look at it before he grasps my head and gently pushes it back down. He hates having to compete for my attention. I continue to work on him and he begins making some odd sounds to rival the kitten. I start to suckle on the angry red head of his cock until he blows out a puff of air and orders me to climb onto his lap before he explodes.

I slide down his shaft, feel the tell tale jerking and hear the groaning as he injects his warm load into my body. He then lets me spin around so that I'm facing the TV and can keep playing on his lap while he gropes me and jerks his cock around inside me until he asks for his afternoon cup of tea. I get to eat half a packet of strawberry oreos while he settles himself with just one, dipping it into his tea and watching me as he sucks on the soggy biscuit. I then go and take a grateful nap at his request. Carrying around this load is very tiring and my knees are starting to hurt. The kitten curls up next to me in the dim room and I slide into sleep.

When I wake up, it's pitch black in the room and I feel a hot wetness on my nipple. I panic and reach up to turn on the bedside lamp. I look down to see Marten latched onto my breast, suckling it like a baby. I try to push his head away but he slaps at my hand and keeps going. I see a bead of milky white substance froth at the side of his mouth and realize in horror that I am lactating into his mouth. How long has he been doing this before I woke up?

"Stop that!" I say, slightly disgusted.

He doesn't and I give up and lie back on the pillow, feeling sleepy as he continues to feast on me, squeezing my breasts with his shaking, wrinkly hands and slobbering all over my nipples like a leech. It actually starts to feel pretty good and I eventually doze off to the sounds of the wet smacking of his lips on my naked flesh. When I awaken again, it's morning and he is lying facing away from me.

I shower as quietly as I can and tip toe back to silently get changed into some comfortable day clothes. There's something I wanted to ask him today but I should probably wait until later. That opportunity arises later on in the bathtub as I'm straddling his waist in the hot, soapy water. "I want to invite my sister over for lunch some time" I say. He stops humming to himself and focuses on me.

"How old is she?" he asks suddenly.

"..she's 19," I frown. "It's just that I haven't seen any of my family in a while. You can say no if you wa-"

"Yes!" He pipes in suddenly. "That would be lovely my dear. Of course you need to see your family every now and then. What, did you think I had you trapped here? Hahahaha, silly pet."

With this he strokes the side of my breast with his wet hand. "You are so good to me.. Better than this old coot deserves. Now be a darling and bounce up and down a bit more," he grows.

As I ride him, feeling excited about the opportunity to see my sister again, he starts planning the lunch.

"We'll have ham and tomato sandwiches with the crusts cut off. And will the little poppet like scones with jam and cream or is that too old fashioned? What about ice cream and little cakes with pink frosting? Cured ham with cheese and olives? Potato salad with macaroni?" he rambles.

As he's been talking, his breathing has become heavier as the water splashes around us in waves, eventually grasping the sides of my belly with his hands to guide me up and down.

A few days later, my little sister is standing on the top step looking in the keyhole. I have a complicated relationship with my youngest sibling Poppy. She still lives with my mum, unaffected even after my mother threw me out of the house. When I got in contact with her the other day and told her about where I was living now, she surprisingly said that she would come and visit.

I open the door to greet her and she's holding a little bouquet of flowers, standing there in a thin summer dress with yellow sandals on her feet and a single pink clip in her long, blonde hair. She's quite slight for her age and never really filled out much. Despite hours at the beach trying to achieve a nice golden tan, her skin remains translucent and freckly. She hasn't changed a bit.

As soon as she sees my belly, she gasps and her pretty mouth forms a surprised O. I roll my eyes and grin.

"Oh.. My God," she breathes. "You really did get knocked up, I thought you were lying when you called me the other day."

I laugh and invite her in. "My landlord is sleeping at the moment but he'll probably come and join us at some point," I reply. I turn to look at my sister who is now surveying the little living room with her nose all scrunched up. I can see that she is trying her best to take it all in. The floor with the oatmeal coloured carpet. The huge, comfortable leather recliner which is still Martens favourite sex spot in the house.

"This place is a dump!" She whines. "Why do you even live here?"

"Because I have nowhere else to live and besides, it's really not that bad." I lead her into the kitchen where I have begun to lay out the dishes that Mr Marten and I had prepared. Store bought and home baked goods crowd the table in the small room. My little sister squeals and jumps forward to swipe a dainty finger into the whipped cream on a bowl of multicolored trifle.

"I can't believe how much food there is, big Sis!" She sits herself down at one of the chairs at the table and immediately starts loading up a plate with slices of cold ham, cherries, a cupcake and several chunks of watermelon in rosewater. I gratefully sit down with a sigh and massage my tired knees. My little sister is just about to dig into her plate of food when I hear a dry chuckle and turn to see Mr Marten standing in the door with his beady eyes fixed on Poppy.

I look over to her to see her face flush a gentle pink. "I-I'm sorry Sir," she stammers. "I didn't realize that you were-"

Mr Marten raises an eyebrow. "Didn't realize I was here?" He smiles gently at my sister and starts coming forward. "My my," he rasps. "You really are a pretty little doll aren't you dear?" He breaths.

Her face flushes a deeper pink at this and she looks slightly uncomfortable. He chuckles again, "I'm the landlord and my name is Nelson Marten. Please, enjoy the food. You are such a frail looking thing, so translucent! When your sister came here, she was skinny and sickly but look at her now, she has such a fine healthy glow."

That's another way of saying that I'm heavily pregnant with his children.

With this, Poppy begins to tuck into her meal and I load up a plate of my own. I've been feeling especially tired and hungry today as Mr Marten wouldn't let me snack on any of the food that was being prepared. While I carve up a slice of sweet lemon tart, he sits right next to Poppy, stroking her free hand and watching her eat.

She seems slightly taken aback but continues to blush furiously. She's always been a polite and obedient person.

"So Poppy my dear, how do you like the food?" He asks her huskily, wetting his lips with his tongue as she bites into a jam roll, getting icing sugar all over her face. By this point, his hand has traveled down under the table somewhere.

"It's delicious sir," she says, her mouth loaded with cake and jam. Mr Marten makes a soft tutting sound and wipes some of the icing sugar off her cheek with his thumb.

"It's bad manners to speak with your mouth full, little flower," he says gently, bringing his thumb to his lips and sucking it slowly. Poppy makes a sudden yelp that startles me. She looks at me nervously for a second before gazing back down at her plate. She makes a gasping sound as she goes to eat a glazed cherry and drops it on the floor in shock. It rolls over to lie near my foot and I slowly get down onto the ground to get it and put it in the bin. I look up under the table across to where Mr Marten and Poppy are sitting and what I see shocks me. Mr Marten has his old, withered hand in Poppy's underwear, clearly fondling her. I watch as her toes curl up and she squeezes her thighs a little.

"That's a goooood girl," Mr Marten croons to her above the table.

I retrieve the cherry and go put it in the bin. I sit back down and resume eating, trying to ignore what's going on. Mr Marten continues to stare at Poppy who has become very quiet but continues to eat, occasionally shuddering and widening her eyes. She keeps looking back up to me before gazing down again. After I've carefully eaten my plate of food and reached out to grab some more of the pickings, Mr Marten snaps at me. "Oh for heaven's sake, I think you've eaten enough today!" He then takes a deep breath before saying more calmly, "I think it's time you went and watered the roses outside." I look at my sister who is sitting there meekly, not looking at me.

"Yes. Good idea..." I frown. With that, I slowly get up and turn, exiting the room. Once I exit the house and walk down the stairs, I go into the back garden where there's a tiny rose garden by a tap. I fill a watering can and give them each a water, noting the bees and tiny insects that float around them. A fat snail makes its way lazily over a rock and a tiny lizard lays itself in the sun. I stand there smelling the dainty flowers for a while before making my way back inside.

When I get to the kitchen however, there is nobody in there. I frown. I begin to carefully walk around the house, looking for my sister or even Mr Marten. I walk past the dark bedroom and am about to keep walking when I hear the soft squeaking of a mattress. I tip toe back and peer into the gloom to see the form of Mr Marten lying on his front on the bed. For a moment I think he might be sleeping but then I see that he's completely naked and the pale legs of my little sister poke out from underneath him. They are both panting and it doesn't take a genius to figure out what they are doing.

Mr Marten doesn't even show any signs that he's noticed my presence and his urgent thrusting into my sister continues, followed by her squeaks and soft panting. Her skin is marble white against his withered and tanned folds, her pretty feet writhing and curling as he hits a deep spot. Her delicate fingers curl around his upper arms to try and steady herself, making weak attempts to push him off. Mr Marten is making sounds I've never even heard before. He groans and grunts like a wild animal, taking her with all the possessiveness that he can muster.

I stand transfixed, watching them go at it, watching Poppy slowly lose her willpower and give into the situation. This is probably the most attention a man has ever given her and he's like, old as fuck. At one point, his knees must have given out because he lies on his back and instructs her to ride him. I watch as she very hesitantly clambers on top of him, pre cum dripping down her inner thigh, before straddling him. She is pretty awkward on top, unsure what to do but she seems to find a rhythm eventually and before long, Marten is gripping her hips and grasping her ass. As I turn to go back to the kitchen, I hear the familiar sounds he makes when he's about to cum.

I go back outside and sit on the front steps for a bit, processing everything that's just gone down. Watching my next door neighbour trimming the roses at the front of her lawn. She barely says hello these days, sometimes throwing me dirty looks. I have no idea why. Several minutes later, I hear chuckling from inside and get up to go back in.

Poppy smiles at me nervously when I enter the kitchen where Mr Marten is spoon feeding her some custard with jelly mixed through. "Good poppet," he says chuckling. "Gotta get that energy back up. Very important after strenuous activity". She blushes in response and looks at me.

"Uh.. was it nice outside?' she asks me. They have no idea that I saw them in the bedroom I guess. I just nod, before sitting down in my spot, eyes travelling between them.

"Look dear, I'm sorry for being impatient earlier" Marten says, brushing custard off Poppy's cheek with the back of his finger as he addresses me, not even looking at me. I just shrug.

"Whatever," I reply, feeling kind of pissed off. He finally looks at me and narrows his eyes, before turning to Poppy and smiling sweetly.

"Your older sister has SUCH a nasty temper doesn't she?" he says, rubbing her shoulder.

"Oh my god, she DOES!" Poppy groans, rolling her eyes. I glare at her. What's with this sudden new found attitude? It's getting to be about time that she goes home I think.

"Poppy, don't you think mum's going to be getting worried. about where you are?" I ask, folding my arms across my chest. Poppy huffs and crosses hers too. Mr Martin laughs.

"Well you are just two peas in a pod now, aren't you?" he rasps.

Poppy raises an eyebrow at me and pokes her tongue out defiantly. I jerk forward, as if I'm preparing to slap her, and she finally stands up with a loud sigh. I sternly accompany her outside and watch her walk heavily down the stairs.

"I'll see you soon," I call after her as she wanders away down the street, turning to glare back at me. With any luck, that silly girl will grow to be just like me. I feel a headache forming as I turn to walk back inside. The next door neighbour shakes her head at me. I ignore her and slam the door shut. Back in the kitchen, Marten is thoughtfully licking the spoon that Poppy was just eating from.