Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Phone Call Copyright 2003 by the Wraith390 This is an adult story, and should not be read if your under 18, and as always I retain any and all rights to this story. 25-minutes ago Rebecca Miller was living the quiet suburban dream, but that came crashing down when she answered the phone. She had just put the kids on the morning bus, finished making the beds, and how she wished she had not answered the phone, and fifteen minutes from now at exactly 9:00am a man would knock on her door, and Rebecca hoped she was strong enough to do what was required to keep this man happy. Rebecca always laughed when her friends called her the classic soccer mom, but if her friends knew the horror of what was required of her today they would not be so eager to have her life. Rebecca was on the verge of tears as she remembered the phone call from her husband, Brian. He sounded anxious, nervous, and not quite himself. Rebecca listened to Brian's scared whispering voice on the phone as he said, "Please Becky, you have to help me! I've made a terrible mistake, and I'm going to be arrested and go to jail if you don't help me. PLEASE... Oh God Becky I was caught. I did it for us Becky. For our future, but I was so stupid. Becky, the lawyer needs to talk to you now, but Please Becky, I'm so sorry to ask this of you, but you have to help me." "Hi Rebecca, I'm Stan Wells, and I'm an attorney, and I'm working very hard to keep your husband out of jail. I was paid a retainer, and told to contact your husband. My client wanted to set up a meeting with your husband. Rebecca, I'm going to need you to be brave, and do some things to keep your husband out of jail. Do you think you could do that Rebecca?" "Yes! Anything." "Good girl Rebecca. Now I've talked to my client, and we discussed some of the particulars of the case, and then I presented the deal to your husband, and he agreed, but he was adamant you had to make the final decision. Rebecca, here's the deal, the witness will destroy all the evidence against your husband, and the matter will be dropped, but you will have to trade some sexual favors for the afternoon, and follow the directions from my client, and around dusk your husband, Brian will be arriving home a free man. What do you say Rebecca?" Rebecca collapsed into a chair at the kitchen table, and thought, "I have to do this or my kids will grow up without a father. The lawyer said I had to follow the directions of a stranger, and I have to act like I am enjoying it. How can I do that? I can do this to save my family!" Rebecca leaned on the table for support, and said, "Yes, I can do it to keep Brian safe." But Rebecca was barely listening to the lawyer as he explained what was expected of her. Ding Dong! "Oh my god he's here!" Rebecca mumbled. Rebecca was not happy about having to wear a short skirt, and shirt that showed some cleavage. She opened the back door, and expected a strange man, but saw her friend's 18 year-old son, Matt Webber, standing there smiling like he lost his mind. "What do you want Matt? Please make it quick I'm expecting someone." "Sure thing Mrs. Miller. I was in bed thinking about your fine luscious body again, and I thought if I came over, and asked. You might lift your sweater and show me your tits. Uhm... Can I see your tits Mrs. Miller?" SLAP! Rebecca slapped his face about as hard as she could, and screamed, "You can't talk to me like that!" and Rebecca thought, "I can't believe he'd ask such a rude question. This is too much to take! I'm so worried about my husband, and I have some idiot teen playing games." Rebecca was furious, and yelled, "Get off my deck! I'm calling your mother! How dare you insult me like that!" "Your absolutely right Mrs. Miller." Matt said, rubbing his left cheek. "I'm sorry, I was suppose to tell you something first." Matt said calmly He pulled out a cel phone out of his backpack, and started dialing. "I'm leaving like you ask, and tell lawyer Stan your not interested. Goodbye Mrs. Miller. Hope your husband doesn't drop the soap in prison." "NOOOOO! Please don't dial! I didn't know it was you. I'm sorry!" Rebecca rushed out the door and grabbed Matt by the shoulders. "I don't know Mrs. Miller. I asked you an innocent question and you slapped my face, and told me to go home, so goodbye Mrs. Miller." Matt said turning and walking away from Mrs. Miller. "Please don't! I'll do anything you want! That's what I was told you wanted. Please... I just want my husband to come home safe!" Rebecca pleaded. Rebecca was growing desperate as Matt kept walking home and he put his cel phone to his ear. She swallowed her pride, and she screamed out, "I'll do anything!" "You'll do anything, Huh?" Matt said. He turned around, closed his phone, and smiled. He could not believe his plan actually worked. He walked back towards Mrs. Miller and thought about everything he ever dreamed of doing to Mrs. Miller, and if everything went right he would end up owning her. "Yes, but please tell me why Matt. Why do you want to do this to my family... to me? I'm a close friend of your mother. I babysat you when you were little. I thought we were friends." Rebecca said. She was thankful Matt closed the cel phone. "OK, I'll answer your question after you answer mine. I've always wondered, how big are your tits Mrs. Miller?" He said looking directly at her breasts. 'I wear... Uhm... Please don't do this to me Matt. Please just let my husband come home. Please I'm begging you Matt. Money! I can give you some money, and we can forget this ever happened." "Mrs. Miller, do you think I'm going to help you, without sampling some of the things your husband promised me? Do you Mrs. Miller? He said, I would be very pleased when I saw you naked, and he also said you were spectacular in bed. Mrs. Miller, he even gave me pointers on where and how you liked to be touched. We talked about your honeymoon, and your fantasies. Do you know the things lawyer Stan suggested I do to you? Some of his ideas made me sick, but I still want to try them with you." "Please Matt..." Rebecca whispered defeated. She was shocked her husband would betray her like that, but she did agree to do this to keep him out of jail. Rebecca was confused. She never expected anyone she knew to show up on her doorstep, let alone her best friend's son. Rebecca shivered at the prospects of what the day would entail, and wondered how would she face her friend after today. "Lawyer Stan said if you complained or hesitated to follow directions during our time together to call him, and he'd take your husband straight to the police. So I'll ask you one last time. How big are your tits?" Matt said leering at Rebecca's tits. "I'm a 36D." She was disgusted that she had to answer. "See Mrs. Miller, that wasn't too bad now was it. Smile." Matt pulled out his camera and took a picture of her face, and then took a close-up picture of her tits, and said, "Mrs. Miller, I need you take a deep breath, and really push out your tits. Of all my mother's friends I've always liked your tits the best. Mrs. Miller, did you know every time you came to visit my mom I spent the night staring down your blouse or up your skirt. Did you know I had to beat off every time you wore your yellow bikini? Oh how I loved the way your nipples pushed against the yellow fabric whenever you climbed out of the pool. Hell, I'm starting to sport wood just thinking about your yellow bikini." Matt could see his comments were humiliating Mrs. Miller, and he reached down and rubbed his growing erection. He loved the way she blushed, and adverted her eyes from his groin. He remembered all the times he spent trying to look down her blouse or up her skirt over the years, but today he could do anything he wanted, and he wanted to humiliate her first. Matt never talked or acted rude around a woman before, and it excited him. He watched as the humiliation crossed Rebecca's face and he continued to stroke his cock, and said, "Mrs. Miller, turn around so I can look at your sweat ass, and those fine long legs." Matt watched her face tighten, and he almost came when she turned around. The moment was so erotic because he knew in that second she was his to do with as he pleased. Rebecca struggled with her emotions. She wanted to scream at him this is no way to act or talk to a grown woman, but got a hold of herself, and turned around without saying anything, but when Matt told her to touch her toes she bit her lip, and hated herself when she bent over. She felt humiliated, and blushed when she bent over and felt her short skirt ride up the backs of her thighs, but continued until she touched her toes, and thought, "I'm doing this to save my family." Rebecca stayed bent over, and waited in silence for his rude comments to start. "Hey Mrs. Miller, you've got a smokin ass. Did you know that if your skirt was an inch shorter, or if I leaned over just a bit I'd be able to see your panties? Stand up. I wonder if your husband was lying to me when he said you looked great naked. I can't believe my luck today. Turn around I want to look at your big tits again. Hell, yesterday I had to behave like a gentleman, and had to sneak sideways looks at your big juicy tits. Not today. This is so cool! Take a deep Breath Mrs. Miller. Yes! You do have the best tits of all my mother's friends. Damn, Mrs. Miller you have a great set of tits." Matt waited and watched her blush a little deeper, and he could see she was struggling to remain calm, and he almost laughed out loud when he said, "Mrs. Miller I said, you have a great set of tits. That was a complement. Didn't your mother teach you to say thank you? Now take another deep breath, push those meat melons out, and say thanks Matt for complimenting my big tits. Rebecca was having a hard time listening to this neighborhood teen while he took pictures of her body, but she kept thinking, "I have to do this to save my husband. It will be over soon. I can survive this." She hesitated as long as she could, but in the end knew she had no choice. Rebecca took a deep breath, and she blushed as her tight sweater molded itself across her tits, and was horrified when she noticed her hard nipples could clearly be seen. She was humiliated she had to push out her chest, and loathed answering him, but anything to save her family, and said, "Thank you Matt, for complimenting my breasts." "No! Do it right. I really want you to push your tits out, and I mean way out. You're pissing me off Mrs. Miller. I want these pictures to document our day together. I don't want any sad faces in them, so push your tits out, and put a smile on your face." Rebecca was mad at her friend for raising such a rude son, and with every second she was becoming more agitated, and fought not to break down and cry. Rebecca was concerned, because he was making her degrade herself, and she knew deep down it would only get worse, and there was nothing she could do about it, but she could not explain why her nipples were so hard. She took another deep breath, and pushed her chest out farther than the last time, and with all the humiliation she was feeling she said, "Thank you Matt for complementing my big tits." "God, Mrs. Miller that was great. Damn, you have a sweet body. I loved the way your shirt stretched across your big tits, and the way your hard nipples were poking out from under your shirt. Oh man that was so great. Do it again! But this time lean forward, so I can see down your shirt. Yea, that's it. Damn baby push those tits out. Come on, don't be shy, and bend over some more. Fuck this! I can't see anything. Hold your shirt open or something." Matt watched as Rebecca leaned over, took another deep breath. He was getting ready to yell at her when she arched her back, and took her right index finger and pulled her sweater away from her body, and this time he could clearly see her entire bra. Matt said, "Nice tits Mrs. Miller, now hold that pose while I take your picture showing me your bra. Look here, and smile. Now I want you to straighten up, and cup both of your tits. That's great; now smile. Now lean back, and really arch your back, and make sure you push your tits out." He watched the sweater stretch tightly across her tits again, and said, "I think you like this Mrs. Miller. Look at how hard your nipples are. I bet your little panties are wet because you really do like doing everything I say." Rebecca felt her eyes start to tear up, and she quickly blinked back the tears. She was frightened by his words because she could feel her nipples were rock hard, and her panties were beginning to get damp. Rebecca was never so humiliated as when she had to maneuver around to allow this creep to take pictures down her sweater, and from different angles while she smiled like a bimbo, but deep inside she was worried her body seemed to like Matt's treatment of her, and she grew increasingly aroused while she posed for his pictures, and posed like it was her idea. Rebecca closed her eyes, and tried to forget she was outside on her deck and posed for pictures she would never let her husband take. Rebecca took another deep breath, and at the same time she pulled on her hard nipples when Matt told her to. She prayed Matt did not hear her quiet moan. Mrs. Miller, could you please lift up your sweater so I can take another picture? You body seems to like me taking pictures of you today, but remember anytime you want me to stop, all you have to do is ask, and I will immediately leave your home. I will have to call lawyer Stan, but I will leave." Matt knew she would never tell him to leave, and he could just tell her to do it, but he wanted her to humiliate herself. "Please Matt, don't do this to me outside. Please let's go inside. I promised, I would do whatever it took to get my husband home, and I will, but please... you have to let me go inside. Please... My neighbors will see. Please Matt..." She was worried about her neighbors, and didn't want them to see she was acting like a slut for a neighborhood kid. "Mrs. Miller, I know you want to lift up your sweater. Don't try to deny it. I can tell you want to obey me, so just ask me Mrs. Miller, and I bet your cunt is getting wetter just thinking about showing me your tits, and you know I can see your desire to please me. Look at your nipples Mrs. Miller; they're hard as diamonds. Ask me Mrs. Miller, you know you want to." "For god's sake, please let's go inside first." Rebecca pleaded. She wanted to shout you're wrong, but her clit throbbed for his attention, and she hated the fact she was actually aroused by this boy's crudeness. "Mrs. Miller, I'll make it easy on you. I'll give you a choice. You can either ask me to go home, or you can ask me if you can pull up your shirt and show the neighborhood your bra." Rebecca blushed because she thought Matt was right about her, and clenched her thighs tightly together. Rebecca fought not to moan because it felt so good, and shuffled her feet unconsciously when she thought about how Matt would use her today, and almost reached out and cupped her breasts. Rebecca was quietly hoping, but as she looked into his eyes she knew there was no hope, and she swallowed her pride, and said reluctantly, "Please... Can... Can I... S... show the... the... Show the neighbors my bra Matt?" "Absolutely Mrs. Miller." Matt saw a change in Rebecca like she had a willingness to obey, and he almost laughed at her when he saw she shifted her feet like she had to pee. Rebecca felt the first tears start to fall down her lovely face as she untucked her copper colored knit sweater from her skirt. She slowly pulled up her sweater, hoping he would change his mind, but as she got the sweater to just under her bra she quickly raised the sweater, and showed her white silk bra just for a second, and quickly pulled it back down. She was humiliated, as she looked around her backyard at all her neighbors' houses. She prayed no neighbors were looking out their windows to see she acted like a slut for a boy half her age. "Mrs. Miller that was way too quick. I'll tell you when I'm done taking pictures of your bra. Pull your shirt back up, and I bet your pussy got wet when you lifted your sweater. Didn't it? Show me your fun bags Mrs. M." "Please Matt let's go inside. I'll do whatever you want inside. I just want to keep my family together, and my husband out of jail." Rebecca fought her body, but every time Matt commented on her body in a crass way she felt a ripple of pleasure, and she could not bear she might have to lift her skirt because she was afraid he would notice the large wet spot on her panties. "Mrs. Miller, you know your body is screaming for you to obey me, so just do it, willingly, but remember in the end you will do as I say or..." Matt points to the backpack. Rebecca knew the unsaid threat, and reluctantly pulled up her sweater. "Higher" Matt said. She was uneasy as she pulled up her sweater up over her white bra. She could not believe she was standing outside on her deck with her white bra on display to anyone that cared to look at her. She shivered as she heard the camera taking pictures, but not in fear, but in lust. She worried what Matt would do with the pictures, and worse that he might show them to his friends, but as she thought of all Matt's friends beating off to naked pictures of her, and a giant ripple of pleasure racked her body. Rebecca fought her body's arousal, but felt she was losing control, and felt another deep ripple of pleasure course through her body when she imagined she was standing in front of Matt's friends naked, and they all had their hard cocks in their hands, and were going to make her do nasty things for them. "Mrs. Miller, take another deep breath, and really thrust them babies out for the camera. Show the camera how good your tits look." Matt loved having a beautiful grown woman at his command. "Lick your lips, and smile." He took a few more pictures before he said, "OK, you can lower your sweater." He watched Mrs. Miller fix her sweater, and could tell she thought he was done with her, and he waited for a couple seconds to build the tension, and then said, "Mrs. Miller, do you want to pull your skirt up, and show the neighbors the color of your panties? I wonder; would lifting your skirt outside for a kid you babysat make your cunt any wetter? Let's see Mrs. Miller. Ask me to let you show me your wet panties, and then we'll go inside like you asked, and you can get completely naked for me. That's what you wanted from the start. It's almost time Mrs. Miller." Rebecca almost screamed out loud, but she got a hold of herself, and only thought. "NO! You Bastard, I do not want to show you my panties! And they are NOT wet! Well... not really. Nor do I want to get naked for you, or even let you inside my house. I'm a respectable mother, or at least I was until you made me do this stuff." Rebecca knew he just wanted to humiliate her some more, but she could not believe it would affect her like this but said, "Yes Matt. I want to go inside, and complete our photo shoot. Can I pull up my skirt?" "Well if you really want to. OK, you can lift your skirt now." Rebecca bent down, and grabbed the hem of her skirt, and just pulled up her skirt. She had the skirt above mid-thigh, when Matt yelled, "Slow down! Damn we have all day. I want you to tease me, and raise it a little at a time while I document the first time I get to see your panties. I should have known a slut like you would be in a rush to show the world her wet panties. Damn you're a stupid bitch. Now drop your skirt and start over." Rebecca lost control, and started to cry. She wiped the tears off her face with the back of her left hand, but could not stop crying, and this made it worse because she felt like a little girl again. She felt powerless, but so alive as did Matt's bidding, and prayed she could survive this day to get her husband home. Rebecca was shocked by Matt's accusation she was a slut. Rebecca never cheated on her husband, nor had she ever slept with anyone but her husband. Until a few minutes ago she never had any impure thoughts about any man except her husband. She loved her husband dearly, but she secretly wished Matt would take her inside, use her hard, and make her cum like the slut he called her. She was a little worried by Matt's sudden change, and she tried to come to terms with her growing arousal. She wondered what she did wrong in her life to deserve this when she dropped her skirt, and this time slowly pulled it up and inch at a time, and waited until she heard his camera click, and she would pull it up another inch. Matt was hard as a rock as he watched Mrs. Miller slowly raised her skirt. He dreamed of this, but in all his dreams it was nothing compared to the real thing. Matt could only stand there and stare at how sexy she looked standing there crying on her back deck holding her skirt above her waist, showing the world her white silky bikini panties. Matt took all kinds of pictures, and said, "Well I'll be. Why you little slut, look at that wet spot on your panties. I knew it. Don't move. I need a picture of that wet spot." He knelt down, and looked up at Rebecca, and smiled as she adverted her eyes as he took close-up pictures of her panties, and said, "Spread your legs Mrs. Miller, I want a nice clear picture of your wet panties." Matt stood up, and walked around her, and reached out and grabbed her ass. He felt her body jerk like she wanted to get out of the way, but she just wearily sighed, and stood there with her skirt still showing the world her panties, and let him fondle her ass. Matt liked the feel of her ass covered by silky panties, and then caressed her ass with both hands, and after a couple minutes he slid his hand under her panties, and felt her naked ass. Matt pulled his hands out of her panties, and reached around and took both of her tits in his hands, and fondled her tits. He could not believe she leaned back, and let her head rest on his shoulder, and ground her ass on his hard cock while he fondled her tits, and she let out a couple loud moans. Matt hated to stop, but he would cum if he didn't move, and he stood beside Rebecca, and pushed his right hand inside her panties and cupped her ass, and guided her to the backdoor. Rebecca led the way into the living room, and stood directly in front of Matt's chair. She was nervous, because she knew after he fondled her he would do more, and yet she could not believe she let him touch her like only her husband should, and was humiliated she liked it so much. Rebecca was grateful but also disappointed because he quit touching her, and as she stood there in front of Matt, she watched his eyes as they traveled slowly up and down her body. She watched in fear as Matt unbuckled and then unzipped his pants. She watched his white briefs come into view, and felt a ripple of pleasure in her body as she watched him push his pants down. She swallowed nervously, and wondered what Matt would really do to her today, and secretly hoped it was something nasty. She looked at the clock on the TV, and it was only 9:30A.M., and dusk was a long way away. "Kneel down Mrs. Miller. A slut like you should know what to do." He watched Mrs. M. kneel on the floor, and she took his cock out of his underwear, and hesitantly brought to her mouth. "Use that proper mouth of yours and suck my cock you slut. Take in inside your mouth, and work that tongue baby." Matt was in heaven, although Mrs. Miller was not putting much effort into this blowjob, it was enough just to have his cock inside her mouth at all. Matt grabbed the sides of her head, and speeded her up a little, "Suck me you bitch. Oh, fuck yea! Come on baby. Yea, that's the way, come on just a little more. I'm gonna cum. Swallow it." Matt pulled her head to his lap when he felt himself about to cum, and when he did it was deep within Rebecca's mouth. He held her head in place while he emptied his cock into her mouth until he heard her gagging, and let go of her, and the last couple shots of cum landed on her face. He grabbed his camera, and took a picture of her face with cum dripping down her left cheek. "Smile." And when she looked up he got a great shot of her face, and a string of cum from her mouth to his cock. Rebecca was never used like a slut, and as much as she hated it, her body thrived on the excitement of Matt's control over her, and the crude way he talked send ripples of lust through her body. Rebecca looked down at the floor after he took his picture, and tried to discreetly wipe her face. She started to get up to the bathroom, but he said, "Don't move. Use your fingers to clean your face, and then lick them clean." Rebecca did as instructed, and waited kneeling on the floor to see what she would have to do next, and she secretly hoped Matt would use her, and take the itch from between her thighs. "Mrs. Miller, why don't you sit down." Matt watched Rebecca back up, and sit on the sofa directly across from him. He stared directly at her legs, and tried to see up her skirt, and as he watched her, she soon smoothed her short skirt, and tried to pull it down to cover her thighs. He could tell she was nervous, and she crossed her legs. Matt leaned back in the chair and got comfortable, but his eyes never left her legs, and her eyes never left his limp cock. Matt just sat there for a few minutes, and watched her, and then he tucked himself back into his pants, and took his video camera out of his backpack, and hooked it up to Mrs. Turner's big screen TV. He liked the idea of Mrs. Turner would be watching herself on her own TV. Matt hit the record button, and aimed the camera directly at Rebecca, but he wished he had thought of this a minute earlier so he could have watched himself later getting his first blowjob. He moved the camera until Mrs. Turner was framed on her TV, and then slowly panned the camera up and down her body. He would zoom in on her thighs, and tits. Rebecca blushed when she saw her image on her TV. She felt like a slut, and pulled her short skirt down when the camera seemed to be focused on her thighs. She didn't like the way the camera seemed to be looking up her skirt, and Rebecca knew what was coming next, and sat there hoping she was wrong. "Mrs. Miller? Do you know how many times I sat across from you, and tried to peek up your skirt? Hell, I never got a peek higher than your thighs, and it was always covered with pantyhose, but today your legs are naked, and all I have to do is ask. Mrs. Miller, turn sideways a little, and cross your legs the other way. Now show me some thigh. Yea Baby! I love your legs almost as much as your big tits. I could sit here all day, and look up your skirt, but I want you to uncross your legs, and spread your thighs so I can gaze on your panties for a while. Mrs. Miller, do you feel like a slut because you're sitting there with your legs spread open, and I can see up your skirt to your white panties? You're not a slut Mrs. Miller; you're MY slut. Come on; open your legs wide for me. That's not enough. I want you to open your knees until they touch the couch, and smile Mrs. Miller it's time to take more pictures. Rebecca was confused by her body's reaction to Matt's obscene request to display herself in such a brazen manner, and yet she seemed to be drawn to her image on her big screen TV, Rebecca watched Matt play with the camera, and Rebecca looked at the TV, and blushed when she could see a close-up image of silky her white panties. She looked at that image that filled the TV screen, and she could see some stray blonde pubic hair peeking out from the sides of her panties, and she desperately wanted to close her legs, but sat there and looked at her image on TV. Rebecca hesitated, but pulled her panties to the side when Matt said to. She was drawn to the image of her vagina on the TV, and deeply blushed, but when ordered, Rebecca spread her vagina, and showed some pink. "Stand up, and strip!" Matt watched, and took more pictures as she undressed. He watched as she pulled her copper colored sweater over her head, and dropped it on the couch. Rebecca was nervous when she reached around, and unsnapped her skirt, and pushed it down over her hips. She felt dirty when she leaned over to pick up the skirt pooled at her feet. Rebecca was humiliated when Matt said, "Mrs. Miller, I love the way your tits move inside your bra. They jiggle just like Jell-O, and boy are your nipples hard. This rally turns you on, doesn't it? Soon Mrs. Miller. Soon." Rebecca closed her eyes when she leaned over, and picked up her skirt and shoes, and set both of them on the couch. Rebecca hesitated, and slipped the bra's shoulder straps off of her shoulders, and reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. She took a deep breath, and could not believe how excited she was to be ordered to undress, and let her bra fall to the couch. She pushed her white panties down, and stepped out of them, and the panties were dropped on top of her clothing. Rebecca was shocked when Matt said, "Everything Mrs. Miller. The jewelry too." Rebecca took off her earrings, and then her watch. She almost said "No. I won't take off my wedding rings." But she pulled off her wedding ring, and then her engagement ring, and Matt he held his hand out, and she dropped her wedding rings into his hand. She was nervous of what Matt might do with her rings, but she never expected Matt to dishonor her wedding vows. Matt knelt on one knee, and slid Mrs. Miller's rings back onto her ring finger on her left hand, and said, "Will you be my older slut Rebecca? When I place this diamond wedding ring back on your finger you become my slut. There is it official you belong to me now." Matt kissed her hand after he placed the rings back, and as he looked up from his kneeling position he gazed up at her blonde cunt, and smelt her fragrant musty aroma, and said, "Damn, lady you got a sweet looking cunt. I have taste it. Sit to the edge of the couch, and give me a little taste of heaven." Matt grabbed the video camera and set it on the floor and aimed it directly up at Rebecca's cunt, and then he leaned in. He slowly licked the inside of Rebecca's left leg from her knee to her thighs, and then up across her stomach, and licked the lint out of here navel. He licked down across the inside of the right leg to her knee, and said, "I want you to watch the TV Mrs. Miller. Watch as the boy you once babysat licks your wet cunt, and makes you cum." Rebecca tried to remain calm, and yet she was pleased he continued to talk to her like she was his slut. It was such a change to the way she was normally treated, and she moaned when she felt Matt lick up the length of her pussy. She gasped for breath when he circled her clit, and bucked her hips forward to get his tongue buried deeper in her cunt when she felt his tongue lose contact with her pussy. "No, don't stop. Lick me. YES! Right there. Oh Matt." Rebecca felt ever closer to climaxing, and watched the TV, and saw Matt licking her pussy, and she moaned loudly, "OH YESSSS..." "Are you my slut Mrs. Miller? Rebecca wanted to say no, but she felt him quickly flick her clit with his tongue, and then he slowly made circles around it, and Rebecca leaned her head back, and moaned out loud, "UNH... " and felt she was about to cum. She felt Matt's tongue started to slowly piston in and out, and when Matt stopped, she lost her battle, and said, "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Oh God... please... don't... Don't tease me." Rebecca tried not to say she was a slut, but was losing the battle when Matt ever so slowly licked the length of her pussy. YES! I'm almost there." Rebecca was growing frustrated when Matt stopped licking her, and moaned, "Stop..." and felt him flick her clit, "YES!" "You want me to stop?" Matt once again grazed her clit with his tongue, and moved back. "Yes, what." "Damn you." Rebecca felt Matt slide two fingers inside her pussy, and pumped them quickly in and out, and she screamed, "YES! Unh... Ye...Yes. Oh God don't stop." Rebecca felt Matt remove his fingers, and she felt his tongue lick her clit, and she moaned, "I'm your slut. Yes, I'm your slut. Lick me right there. OHHHH YESSSS THERE! Do it Matt, make your slut cum. I'm so close. Please don't stop. That's it! Yes! Right there. Unh... unh... unh... NO! You can't stop. Yea that's it... OH YES! RIGHT THERE! I'm... I'm gonna.... UNH... MATT... I'M... I'M CUMMING!" Rebecca rocked her hips forward, and grabbed the back of Matt's head, and pulled his face hard into her cunt, and had one of the best orgasms in her life. Rebecca sat on the couch, and caught her breath, and blushed as Matt took more picture of her. Rebecca was embarrassed when Matt said, "I want to watch you masturbate." Rebecca was humiliated to be asked to do something so private, but she slid her right hand down, and rubbed her cunt while Matt took pictures. "No! I want you to use your left hand. I want to watch your wedding ring; oops I mean your slut ring moving in and out of your cunt. Yeah, that's right. Now, use two fingers in that wet cunt. Look at the TV Mrs. Miller. Look how your diamond wedding ring glistens covered with your pussy juice. Now Mrs. Miller, I want you to lick your ring. Lick your cunt juice off of it, and make it sparkle." Matt was surprised she licked her ring, and he continued to take pictures of her spread on the couch. "It's time to go to your bedroom, and have a little party." Rebecca gasped when he quickly buried his hard cock deep inside her with one hard thrust. Rebecca tried to lay there unresponsive, but Rebecca soon felt ecstasy with each of Matt's hard thrusts. Rebecca's body was responding in a way it had not for many years. She felt herself breathing rapidly, and fought for breath when Matt started to fuck her hard and fast. Rebecca tried to shake her sweat-laden hair out of her face, but moaned when Matt picked up speed again. Rebecca was ashamed when she locked her feet around Matt's ass, and fucked him back with everything she had. Rebecca heard herself say, "Oh God Matt fuck me! Fuck me you stud! Unh yes. Harder! FUCK ME!" she wanted to weep with her betrayal to her husband, but Rebecca lost all concentration except for the pleasures that radiated from her pussy. Rebecca was grunting loudly with each hard stroke from Matt. Rebecca made the mistake of looking at the TV in her bedroom, and saw herself being fucked on the TV. Rebecca screamed at her image on the TV, "You Slut!" and felt deep shame, but had one of the best orgasms in her life. Matt was close behind her, and when Rebecca felt the hot spurts of Matt's cum being deposited deep within she climaxed hard again. "God, you're a good fuck Mrs. Miller." Matt got his digital camera, and said, "Mrs. Miller, stay just like that, I like the way you're spread out. Damn you look good with your legs open, and your cunt leaking my cum. Smile, I'm going to take a couple pictures of your gooey pussy." Matt took a couple pictures of Rebecca lying there naked and spread on her bed, and then a couple close-up pictures of her cum covered pussy. Matt sat down on the bed, and said, "Now get over here and clean me." Matt never expected her to quickly respond, and liked the idea she was becoming accustomed to taking his orders. He was surprised this time Rebecca licked and sucked his cock with passion, and Matt felt himself get hard again. "That's right you slut, lick your pussy juice off my cock, and when it's clean I'm going to fuck your cunt again. Let's go to the shower." Rebecca's pussy was a little sore from the pounding it had just received, but in a good way. She just stood inside her bathroom, and prayed she could forget this day ever happened. Rebecca felt their mixed juices drip down her thighs, and thought about how she'd just betrayed her husband on their own bed, and fought her lust filled thoughts about Matt when she watched Matt soaping his hard cock, and willingly entered the shower when Matt called her. She hoped Matt would make her cum like that again. Matt soaped up his hands, stood behind Rebecca, and soaped her breasts. He rolled her hard nipples between his fingers, and then slid his soapy hands around Rebecca, and rubbed her toned ass. He ran his finger up and down the crack of her ass, and slowly worked his soapy finger into her ass, and ignored her complaints. Matt soaped up his cock, and pushed Rebecca against the shower wall, and tried to slip his cock into her ass. He felt Rebecca move, and he said harshly, "DON'T MOVE! I want to fuck you in the ass, and that's exactly what's going to happen. Just stand there, and behave." Matt felt her stiffen when his soapy cockhead entered her ass. He stopped, and let her ass adjust to the invasion, and he slowly started to push his cock forward. "OH GOD NO! Why Matt? This is disgusting. Wait! It hurts please wait." Rebecca felt Matt slip his soaped hard cock an inch deeper into her ass, and grunted loudly when Matt slammed his cock home. "UNH GOD!" She felt all the breath leave her body, and she moaned when Matt stroked his cock in and out. Rebecca leaned on the shower wall for support, and then leaned over a little and pushed her ass out, and felt pleasure start in her pussy. Rebecca started to moan, "Yes, do it Matt. Do it. Fuck me in the ass. Oh Matt, this is so wrong, but... OH... MMMMaaatttt..." Rebecca grunted when Matt slapped her ass hard with his hand at the same time he fucked her ass, "YES! DO IT! Spank me. Make me cum." Rebecca took her right hand, and vigorously fingered her clit while Matt fucked her ass, and soon Rebecca was grunting loudly with each stroke. She listened to the sounds of her spanking ringing in the small shower, and Rebecca started fucking Matt back with everything she had. Matt cried out when he came deep within Rebecca's ass, and Rebecca was panting for breath when she climaxed as soon as she felt Matt's hot cum being deposited in her ass. Rebecca could not believe she liked getting it in the ass. All of these years she thought it was dirty, and hurt too much to try it, and as Rebecca leaned on the shower wall, and let the hot water cascade down her body while Matt caressed her tits, Rebecca closed her eyes and hoped Matt would do this to her again soon. Matt left the shower, and went to her bedroom while Rebecca dried her hair, and put on fresh make-up. He looked through her dresser drawers, and saw her yellow bikini. Matt sat on the edge of her bed, and leaned back, and got comfortable. He watched Rebecca walk naked into her bedroom, and with fresh make-up on he thought she was the prettiest woman he knew. Matt tossed her the bikini, and said, "Put this on. We're going over to my house. Rebecca was scared to be leaving her house, and wondered what would happen next. She felt a ripple of lust start in her pussy as she pulled on the bikini, and remembered what he said about this bikini. Rebecca stood quietly when Matt knelt in front of her, and rubbed her bikini bottoms into her cunt. Rebecca blushed the way her blonde pubic hair now peeked out both sides of the bottoms, and her slit was clearly outlined with the fabric pushed inside her. Rebecca followed Matt to her backdoor, and paused, and said, "Please Matt, I can't go outside like this." "You're right Mrs. Miller. Let me fix your bikini." Matt walked over to the freezer, and got an ice cube, and pulled down her bikini top, and rubbed the ice across both nipples. Matt fixed the bikini top, but now Rebecca's nipples really stood out, and Matt reached down, and slid his finger across her slit, and started to lift up Rebecca. "There that's better. Let's go." Matt looked at her yellow bikini, and he almost laughed at how much hair was poking out of her bikini, and there was no doubt as to where her cunt was located, and her hard nipples poked out through the bikini top. Rebecca felt a tremor run through her body at the prospect she would be virtually naked as she walked across her backyard. With every step to the back door Rebecca felt the bikini's material rub her cunt, and as she thought about how the neighbors might see her she started to get excited, but scared when she left her house to walk to her friend's house. Rebecca sat in her shower and cried. She felt so stupid to fall for Matt's cruel trick. She remembered the three hours she spent at Matt's house naked, and all the vile things she willingly did. She could not believe that she actually helped Matt uploaded all the naked pictures of her to his computer. She watched their movie on his computer, and even joked at how sexy she looked having sex on her bed. Rebecca spent another hour posing for far more explicit pictures on Matt's bed, and she was happy, but a little sad when Matt told her it was time for her to go home. Rebecca spent a long sleepless night and tried to forget every vile thing she had done that day, but she could not forget the pleasure she had received from a man that was not her husband. She was having trouble coming to terms she now had a double life. In one life she was a respectable wife and mother, and in the other she was a total slut for an 18-year-old boy, and knew she would do anything to keep her husband from learning of her other life as a slut. Rebecca climbed out of her morning shower, and dried off, put on a little more make-up than normal, and went to her bedroom. She found the dress Matt ordered her to wear, and was surprised because it was a very conservative sleeveless knee-length flowered sundress. Rebecca wore this dress to church in the springtime, but this was the first time she ever went without underwear. Rebecca tried to move without having her tits bouncing around, but without a bra it was hopeless, and the front of her sundress swayed with the smallest movement. She felt sick when she sat on the edge of her bed and remembered how Matt smiled yesterday when he said, "Rebecca, sit down, and before you go home there is something I need you to listen to." Matt walked to his computer and played an MP3 file. Matt desperately wanted to possess Mrs. Miller, and jacked-off nightly to fantasies that Mrs. Miller would do anything he asked, but he knew deep down there was no way he would ever get to fuck her. Matt read stories, and thought about different ways to get the respectable Mrs. Miller into his bed, and then Matt thought about the perfect way. He knew she would do anything to protect her family, so Matt spent weeks at his computer, and played around with digital audio programs to mimic Mr. Miller voice. Matt then turned his fake speeches from Mr. Miller, and lawyer Stan into a couple MP3 files, but Matt spent the next two months and built up his courage. Matt never thought Mrs. Miller would really fall for his ruse, so he was careful, but when she cried out "Yes anything!" Matt felt his dreams would come true, and he would possess Mrs. Rebecca Miller. Rebecca still sat on her bed, and remembered how she screamed, and slapped Matt when she realized the voice coming from Matt's computer was her husband's, and it was the exact phone conversation from this morning, "Please Becky, you have to help me! I've made a terrible mistake..." Rebecca heard her husband's voice, and knew right then Matt set this whole thing up just to get her into bed, Rebecca almost threw-up when she realized every vile thing she had done today to save her husband was nothing but a lie. Rebecca remembered how she grabbed Matt's robe off the floor, and as she struggled to put it on and run home Matt spoke, "You can go home Rebecca, but if you want to keep your husband, and the rest of your family from ever seeing these pictures or movies, you will wear the dress I left folded in the bottom of your closet, and leave your underwear in the drawer. I expect you naked under your dress Mrs. Miller when you come to visit tomorrow morning. You'd better be on your way here the second after your husband leaves for work. You're mine Mrs. Miller, and you will spend your days pleasing me, and the first time I have to wait for you to follow an order I will post your pictures on the net, and send then to our neighbors." Rebecca looked at herself in the mirror, and blushed because with the sunlight shining through her thin sundress became transparent and without underwear she was a good as naked. Rebecca was humiliated as she looked at her reflection in the mirror, and felt ill when she remembered what Matt said, "Tomorrow your obedience will be tested, so be prepared to please me in many different ways. I'll have a surprise waiting for you Mrs. Miller." Rebecca wanted to say she obeyed Matt's orders to save her family, but she knew she was going to Matt's house to have the sinful pleasures of yesterday, and felt the familiar tingle start in her vagina. Rebecca felt her nipples fully harden when she left her bedroom, and felt a damp heat start between her thighs as she walked through the kitchen. Rebecca hoped Matt would treat her like a slut, and make her do the most disgusting things, things she would never try with her husband. Rebecca paused at the backdoor, and slipped a finger under her dress and moaned as she fingered her clit, and with her other hand she pulled her hard nipples, but stopped well before she came. Rebecca was scared of the unknown things Matt would make her do today, but had a smile on her face as she walked across the grass on her way to Matt's house. The End? Any comments, suggestions, or maybe there is a storyline you'd like continued. If so send them to wraith390@lycos.com, and I'll see what I can do.