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The Voice (MF, exh, reluc, v)
by Deputy Duffy (stonedog99_1999@yahoo.com)
***
A Phone Call interrupts a young woman's seemingly perfect
life. How far will she go to save her family?
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CHAPTER 1: MIRROR
Debbie Wilson closed the front door to the large house
that she has called home, along with her husband and
their two young sons, for the last four years. She wiped
a small tear from her eye, as she had just said her
goodbyes, which she always hated. Debbie watched from the
front window, as her family pulled away in their mini-
van.
They were off for a weekend trip to visit her husband's
mother, whom Debbie also hated. While Debbie would always
cry when they left, she would cry that much more when
they returned.
Entering the kitchen, Debbie quickly finished cleaning
off the breakfast table, and loaded the dishwasher,
before she went into the bathroom to draw a bath. She
relished in the fact that she could take a hot bath and
soak as long as she wanted, without feeling like she was
robbing her young sons of their mother's attention.
Debbie, who had grown up in a broken home, vowed that
when she was a mom she would show her children what the
word love really meant.
Nearly nine years ago, Debbie met her husband at work.
She was his secretary and sparks flew, even though Debbie
knew he was already married. She hated the thought of
being the other woman, but she also felt she had found
the man of her dreams, despite their 20-year-age
difference. Seemingly she was right, as she had spent the
last 8 years in a blissful marriage.
Just as Debbie was about to step into the tub the phone
rang. Debbie's first instinct was to ignore it, but the
thought of her husband and two kids suddenly flashed in
her head. She slipped back on her robe, which covered her
silky black nightie, and ran into the kitchen and picked
up the cordless telephone.
"Hello," Debbie answered.
"Good morning Mrs. Wilson!" A strong voice roared on the
other end.
"Who is this?" Debbie said a little alarmed, as the voice
was unfamiliar and quite menacing sounding.
"My name is Sam, and yours is Debra, but you like to be
called Debbie."
"I don't know any Sam's," Debbie interrupted, searching
her memory.
"You don't? Well maybe we should change that!" The voice
said, following with amorous laughter.
"Man that was creepy!" Debbie cried, as she slammed down
the phone.
Debbie took one step back, and then jumped the next, when
the phone quickly rang again.
"Hello," Debbie answered again, a little apprehensively.
"Do you and me a favor Debbie, don't do that again, or
you will be sorry!"
Debbie shook as the booming voice was back. "Please stop
it, you're scaring me!"
"I know it's this voice box; it makes it sound a little
scary," the voice boomed and Debbie concurred.
"What's this all about?" Debbie managed.
"First, I just want you to know that I indeed know who
you are," the voice barked. "Your 31-years-old, one
husband Stan 51, lawyer, married 8 years, two young sons,
Preston and Joshua. Your parents both died when you were
in your late teens, although you never really knew your
real dad. I even know your brother Wilson died of a drug
overdose at his eighteenth birthday party."
Debbie slammed the phone down again, her heart in her
throat. She had spent the last eight years trying to
build a new life, and one phone call had brought her old
life crashing back again.
It only took a split-second for the phone to ring again.
Debbie's heart was still in her throat, as the phone rang
and rang. Each ring rattling Debbie's bones. Debbie
finally picked up the phone with trembling hands. "Please
if you don't stop calling," Debbie shot out, while
cursing herself for answering it again. "I'm gunna call
the police!"
"No you won't, because of the unknown," the voice shot
back.
"What?" Debbie groaned.
"The unknown of what might happen if you do, and the
unknown of what I want," the voice boomed.
"Well, what do you want?" Debbie managed.
"For you to listen up for a second and please don't hang
up on me, it's so rude, and it's getting boring," the
voice boomed.
"Tell me!" Debbie screamed.
"All right, but let me tell yah one thing first. Your
husband's a slow ass driver," the voice boomed.
"My husband?" Debbie asked nervously, while nervously
staggering into the living room.
"That's right, we're on highway 97, just past exit 144,"
the voice shook. "White Mini-Van, personally I prefer
black."
"Oh my God! Why are you following my family?" Debbie
cried out.
"I just wanted to let you know that we are watching,
watching them and watching you."
"Please you are really scaring me!" Debbie cried out.
"Well that's the point. If I were you, I'd be nervous as
hell too. Why don't you sit down on the sofa?"
"The Sofa?" Debbie said, standing in the middle of the
living room, as her body trembled with fear. "Ok, I'm
sitting now."
"Really, very good Debbie, test us to see if we can
really see yah, still standing in the middle of your
living room," the voice boomed.
Debbie dropped the phone and fell to her knees, spinning
around, scanning the room. Suddenly she felt flushed,
like her face was on fire, feeling much like a rat in a
cage. It suddenly became slightly difficult to breathe.
Her eye's focused on the phone now laying on the floor.
Her mind racing with questions, only the thought of this
person following her family, gave her the strength to
reach over and pick up the phone.
"I'm sorry, I ah, I dropped the phone," Debbie mumbled,
as a tear rolled down her cheek.
"It's understandable, but don't let it happen again. I'm
the type of guy that loses my patience quickly," the
voice boomed.
"Why are you doing this? How can you see me?" Debbie
cried, as tears now streamed down her face.
'Look no need for the water works, just do as you're told
and your family will never even know we are here," the
voice barked.
"We?" Debbie picked up on, while making her way to her
feet again.
"Yes it's a WE, but you will only deal with me, for the
weekend."
"For the weekend?" Debbie mumbled.
"Yes, for this weekend you will do whatever I tell you.
If you're a good girl and follow my instruction to their
fullest, Sunday when your family returns from
grandmother's house, you can return to your perfect life,
but if you don't, your family, well I think you get the
point."
"Don't you fucking dare hurt them!" Debbie screamed.
"Calm down, you have their futures in your hands."
"Please they're all I have," Debbie cried out, as she
dropped to her knees again. She babbled incoherently,
tears pouring from her eyes, as she struggled to regain
her composer. It took over fifteen minutes for Debbie to
finally calm down, at least to the point that she could
raise the phone to her ear again.
"Well at least you understand the magnitude of the
situation, now listen up Debbie," the voice blasted, when
she did.
As she listened, Debbie tried to dry her eyes with one of
her son's T-shirts that he left laying around like he
always does, and for once it came in handy.
"Rule number one is simple, I give you an order, you
comply, no questions or complaining," the voice barked,
as Debbie did her best to follow along. "Rule two, you
don't leave the house, in fact you don't leave the first
floor, period. Rule number three is don't ever break rule
number one or two...Do I make myself clear?"
"Ah hah," Debbie mumbled.
"I'm not convinced Debbie," the voice rattled. "So tell
me what the rules are."
"One is to listen to you and follow your orders, and the
other one is don't leave the house or the first floor," a
perplexed Debbie finally managed after several seconds of
thought.
"Very good Debbie."
"But I have a hair appointment at three," Debbie suddenly
remembered.
"I know, but it's simple, call up Daisy and get her to
come over your house instead," the voice barked.
"Daisy, how did you know her name?" Debbie mumbled, as
her heart sank. "I mean, I don't know if she will?"
"Did we already break rule one Debbie?" The voice hissed.
"No, No," Debbie pleaded. "I was just wondering. I didn't
say I wasn't going to try."
"Good now call her, just so you know I can always hear
what you are saying, so behave, one wrong word and I
disconnect you...In more ways then one," the voice
warned, before a dial tone rang in Debbie's ear.
Debbie just looked at the phone, while trying to gain her
strength. Daisy had been her friend for a couple of
years, and she always cut Debbie's hair. Debbie's husband
liked her hair short and he just loved the blonde spikes,
she had done last time. Debbie shook as she thought of
her husband.
She dialed the phone and held her breath hoping she could
talk Daisy into coming over to her house, as she usually
cuts it at her own house, so she could also watch her
five-year-old son.
Debbie finally got a hold of Daisy after two tries, and
the two talked for over twenty minutes, as Debbie was
doing her best to keep her wits. Even lying about her car
being broken down and needing her hair done for an
important meeting.
Finally she offered to pay double and also offered to pay
for Daisy's babysitter. Debbie got a lucky break, when
Daisy's next-door neighbor said she would watch Daisy's
son, so Daisy finally agreed to meet her at three. Debbie
said her goodbyes, and the phone quickly called back.
"Good job Debbie, although you rambled on a bit eh?" The
voice teased, when Debbie answered it. "Now go into the
bathroom."
"Bathroom, but ah..."
"Debbie, follow directions!" The voice snapped.
"Sorry," Debbie groaned as she rambled, on weak legs,
into the bathroom. Her bath no longer steaming, although
Debbie was.
"Now, stand in front of the mirror," the voice commanded.
Debbie's nerves were building quickly, as the
mysteriousness of the caller's intentions were chilling
in their effects. Debbie stood in front of the full-
length mirror that was next to the sink. Debbie used it
to check out her outfits, and she had a little stool that
she used when she put on her makeup. Debbie almost jumped
back when she saw her puffy reflection staring back at
her.
"Ok Deb, do your face up," the voice commanded.
"You mean put makeup on?" A confused Debbie mumbled, and
it was confirmed.
Debbie sat on the stool, still somewhat confused. She
patted her face dry and started to put on her base.
"This is a little hard, I mean holding the phone in all,"
Debbie mumbled.
"Just do it!" The voice snapped.
"I will, but could I ask something?" Debbie asked
cautiously.
"What?"
"My husband has a speakerphone in his office. There is a
phone-jack just outside the bathroom door, and it should
reach. Can I get it?" Debbie asked nervously.
"Ok get it, but be quick," the voice boomed.
Debbie scampered into her husband's office, stalling for
time as she was searching her brain for answers, to the
surreal situation that she now found herself in. She
returned to the bathroom with the speakerphone and
plugged in the jack. Finishing by putting the phone into
it.
"You still there?" Debbie asked with a prayer.
"You bet Debbie, now get back to work," the voice boomed,
as Debbie cringed. The voice even sounded more evil to
Debbie, coming from the speakerphone.
"Please can I ask one more thing?" Debbie mumbled.
"Ok, but last question, so make it good!" The voice
barked.
"Do you promise that you won't hurt my family, I mean if
I do?"
"Just follow my orders, and they never even know I'm
here," the voice interrupted.
"Promise!" Debbie screamed several times.
"I give you my word," the voice finally bellowed.
Debbie finally sat down on the stool and went back to her
makeup and then fixed her hair, while still uneasy as to
the voice's intentions. When Debbie announce she was
finished, the voice commanded her to stand up. Debbie
moved the stool aside and stood in front of the mirror,
her head not moving, but her eyes shifting back and
forth.
"Debbie, look into the mirror and tell me what you see,"
the voice hissed.
Debbie hesitated, a little confused, as she looked around
pleadingly.
"Describe yourself," the voice finally barked.
"Ok, this is hard, where to start," Debbie mumbled, while
wondering why if the voice could also see her, why would
she have to describe herself?
"I'm five, five, around a hundred fifteen pounds. Ah,
short brown hair, with blonde highlights, green eyes. Ah
is this what you want?" Debbie said while spinning around
looking in all directions. She even tried to pry the
mirror off the wall, as the voice asked her to continue.
"Ah ok, I'm wearing a robe and slippers," Debbie mumbled.
"I don't like slippers, go to your bedroom and put on
some high heels," the voice interrupted. "Be back in 30
seconds this time, now get."
Debbie raced to her bedroom and grabbed her highest
heels, a black pair. She hated them as they killed her
feet, but she put them on and returned to the bathroom,
all while in a state of perplex.
"Ok I'm back," Debbie said, a little short of breath.
"Yes you are, now what kind of shoes are you wearing?"
The voice boomed.
Debbie was again looking at her reflection in the mirror.
"Ah, they're you know high heels, ah red ones," Debbie
mumbled.
"Nice I like red ones, like Dorothy," the voice said,
followed by a flutter of devilish laughter.
"Yah, just like that," Debbie said, as she breathed a
sigh of relief. Debbie slowly sat down on the stool and
buried her face into her hands.
"Debbie?" The voice snapped.
"Yah," Debbie answered, almost laughing.
"Stand back up."
"Ah what the fuck!" Debbie screamed, as her relief was
short lived. "If you can see me, then how come you didn't
know my shoes were black?"
"Just relax Debbie, I don't want to spend an another
fifteen minutes listening to you cry like a five-year-
old," the voice boomed. "I can see you, maybe not as well
as I'd like, but never mind that, now touch up your face
again."
Debbie looked around again, she figured the voice had to
have a camera on her or something, but like the answers
she searched for, she couldn't find it. She also wondered
just how many people were watching her.
"Do it," the voice barked.
Debbie fixed her make up again, and was again standing in
front of the mirror.
"Ok, what color lipstick?" The voice boomed
"Ah pink, it's pink," Debbie said, as she suddenly
figured the voice must only be able to see her in black
and white, like those cheesy surveillance systems, in
convenience stores, at least she hoped.
"You sure this time?" The voice blasted.
"Yah, I'm sorry about that," Debbie offered.
"Put some gloss on them," the voice boomed.
Debbie did so, but was a little puzzled that the voice
knew so much about makeup, and cared so much about hers.
She also had to put on more dark eyeliner.
"Now what is under that robe?" The voice bellowed, when
Debbie announced that she was finished.
"Please, ah I'm sorry I have a black silk nightie on,"
Debbie said, as she instinctively clutched the front of
the robe.
"Nice, ok hang the robe up on the back of the door and
stand back in front of the mirror."
"Oh my god," Debbie whispered, as she slowly slid the
robe off and hung it up. She repeated her call to the
lord, when she was back standing in front of the mirror,
staring at her reflection, dressed in her black nightie
and high heels, her newly painted face making the sexy
look complete.
"Slowly turn around," the voice bellowed.
Debbie was frantic. "How dare someone invade her home and
now treat her like this?" She kept saying to herself.
Only the thought of her family was giving her the
strength to comply, as Debbie did a slow full circle.
"Ok lean forward, hands on your knees; you're doing good
Debbie," the voice teased.
Debbie didn't know about that, she felt so pathetic, for
playing along with the voice's game, like some sick
version of Simon-Says. She didn't feel any better when
she had to turn around and assume the same hands and
knees pose, as she cursed herself for the lack of
underwear.
"Ok Debbie turn around and stand back up," the voice
ordered. "Now slide the straps off your shoulders."
"Please Sir, I'm naked underneath," Debbie embarrassingly
moaned.
"Don't you usually bath nude?" The voice asked.
"I guess so," Debbie mumbled, as she realized she was
going to take her bath after all, only not a private one.
"C'mon Debbie," the voice barked. "Follow orders or
else."
Debbie watched her reflection, as it almost felt like she
was watching someone else. "This just couldn't be happing
to her," she kept thinking. She moved her trembling hand
up to her shoulder, slowly sliding the strap down her
arm. She let out a small gasp when the pinkness of her
nipple made its first appearance in the mirror.
After several deep breaths, she slid the other strap off
her shoulder and her nightie fell down over her breasts,
before quickly sliding down her body, gathering at her
ankle, as Debbie immediately used her hands and arms to
cover her nakedness.
"Hang it up on top of the robe, and then back," the voice
boomed.
Debbie quickly complied and was back in her defensive
pose.
"Now Debbie, I want you to describe yourself," the voice
ordered.
"I thought I already..."
"Your body, describe your body!" The voice impatiently
interrupted.
"Please this is so strange." Debbie pleaded.
"Don't forget rule one Debbie, and put your hands down by
your side!" The voice bellowed. "Do not hide your
nakedness from me!"
"I'm sorry, but really."
"No buts, do it!" The voice shot out.
"I'll try," Debbie moaned, as she struggled to keep her
composer as her hands slipped off her body and clung to
her sides. Debbie stared at her naked reflection as she
searched for the right words. "I guess I have medium
sized breasts, and a flat stomach and my legs might be a
little on the muscular side, and ugly feet."
"Satisfactory, but I will help you out. What are your
measurements?" The voice asked.
"Measurements?" Debbie groaned at the request. "Ah last I
checked, they were 34-23-34."
"And what cup size are you?" The voice asked.
"Ah a C," Debbie mumbled, as she kind of had a feeling it
was coming next.
"How about your nipples?" The voice asked.
Debbie instinctively reacted to the question by quickly
putting her hands up to her chest.
"Please this is embarrassing," Debbie mumbled.
"Describe them now!" The voice boomed out.
"Ok, Ok, they're a little on the puffy side, pink I
guess, they don't get much sun," Debbie finally mumbled,
as her hands slid to her sides again.
"I see that," the voice barked, and it again reminded
Debbie that the voice could also see her nakedness. "Now
turn around, you never said anything about your ass."
"What about it?" Debbie snapped.
"Don't snap at me girl, from now on, no flip remarks and
no crying. You're starting to piss me off. Look this is
going to happen the way I want it to, whether you like it
or not!" The voice said, shaking the speakerphone.
Debbie jumped back, she was getting ready to grab her
robe and get out of there.
"Ah, we finally made it to grandma's house," the voice
bellowed, as Debbie's heart immediately sunk.
"The little one ran into Granny's house. I think someone
has to pee," the voice teased.
"Please leave them alone!" Debbie cried out, as she fell
to her knees.
"I'm going to, if you start acting a little better, and
not like a crybaby," the voice said.
"I'm sorry really, but it's just this, well it's so
humiliating." Debbie said, as tears dripped from her
eyes. "I mean, I'm naked!"
"Just shut up, and get in the tub," the voice hissed.
Debbie kicked off her heels, annoyed. She hated to be
told to shut up period, but in her own house, naked,
while someone or something watched her, and watched her
family, it was almost too much to take.
Her blood was boiling when her foot hit the cold water.
She tried to hide the fact that the water was now cold,
as she sat down in the water. Thankful to have the soapy
waters camouflage, if only temporarily.
As she soaked she could here background music coming from
the speakerphone. She closed her eyes as she racked her
brain for a way out of this predicament. Maybe she could
slip a note to Daisy when she came over later, or whisper
something into her ear. She had to think of something.
She closed her eyes and searched.
"Ok, stand up in the center of the tub," the voice
barked, a short time later, causing Debbie to flinch.
Debbie slowly rose from the now icy water. She
instinctively covered her now rock hard nipples with her
hands again, as the water dripped from her glistening
body.
"Ok now wash yourself," the voice ordered, just as Debbie
was about to step out of the tub.
Debbie gasped at the request. Shaking her head in
disgust, she leaned over to pick up the washcloth.
"No cloth, just hands and soap," the voice snapped.
Causing Debbie to jump again, that violation feeling
running through her body again, as she realized just how
good the voice could see her, even in the tub.
She poured some liquid soap on her shoulders, quickly
rubbing it into her arms and over her stomach. Working
quickly, she splashed some water over her body and
announced she was done.
"Debbie I'm disappointed, we must do better than that.
Pick up the soap and poor some over your front," the
voice hissed.
"Please it's cold," Debbie moaned, but she quickly picked
up the soap, squirting some over her breasts and stomach.
"Turn and face the mirror and watch yourself wash," the
voice ordered.
Debbie turned, but couldn't bear to watch, as she ran her
hands back and forth over her breasts and stomach, which
quickly became soap covered. Debbie leaned forward and
washed one leg and then the next. Soap covered, she stood
up and waited for the next instruction.
"Rinse," the voice said after several lingering seconds.
Debbie did so, glad that this part was over, plus the
water was freezing now. Her body covered in goose bumps.
Her nipples so hard they were almost painful. Debbie
finished rinsing, and began to step out of the tub.
"Now, now Debbie, just one more thing to clean, or two,"
the voice barked.
"Please, this is too much!" Debbie cried out.
"Put your left foot on the edge of the tub and wash
between your legs," the voice boomed.
"You can't be serious?" Debbie cried. "Please I'm
freezing."
Debbie stomach fluttered, it felt like she was going to
be ill from the butterflies swirling. She pleaded with
the voice for mercy, but they went unanswered.
Finally with tears streaming down her face, she poured
some soap over her neatly trim pubic mound and began to
work it in, before running a hand in-between her legs.
She tried to put it out of her head what it must look
like, as she washed her pussy, her hand moving back and
forth, until she was told to turn around.
"Just on more thing, wash your ass and anus, we must keep
clean," the voice said, almost sounding playful.
Debbie hung her head, as she turned around and applied
some soap to her ass cheeks, working it in using both
hands, and with one finally burst of courage she ran her
finger in-between her ass cheeks and rubbed her anus thus
completing the humiliating act.
Finally when she couldn't take it anymore, she sat down
in the water to rinse. She sat in the frigid water for
several minutes trying to regain her composer.
"Ok Debbie, get out and dry," the voice said, breaking
the silence.
Debbie was happy to get out of the cold water, but not
happy to lose the waters shelters. She also shook from
the fear of the voice's intentions. She almost
instinctively knew that her humiliation had only begun,
if she didn't find a way out of her predicament.
Debbie quickly wrapped herself with a towel and used
another one to dry her arms and legs.
"Ok Debbie, now hang the towels back up on the rack, and
stand in front of the mirror," the voice barked.
"Again with that fucking mirror!" Debbie wanted to
scream, but she bit her tongue. She did make herself a
promise that when this was over she was going to smash
the fucking mirror to pieces.
"You must have some body lotion to rub in, have to keep
that skin soft," the voice teased.
Debbie let out a moan, as she knew that soon she would be
rubbing lotion into her skin, and it was also slowly
sinking in as to the nature of the acts that she was
going to be asked to perform. She reluctantly did as she
was told, not even surprised when the voice had her rub
some extra lotion into her breasts. Soon her body was
basking in a shinny glow.
"Grab some shaving gel and a razor," the voice boomed.
"Oh great, now I have to shave my legs in front of the
mirror as well." Debbie thought, as she opened the
medicine cabinet.
"Ok Debbie, now lift your right knee up onto the sink and
shave around that sweet little pussy of yours," the voice
ordered.
"C'mon what the... Who is this?" Debbie cried out.
"Debbie do you want to take a chance?"
"Take a chance?" Debbie quickly moaned.
"Yah take a chance and disobey me," the voice shot.
"This is just ridiculous! Why do I have to shave down
there?" Debbie moaned. "And it's itchy when it grows
back."
"I'm waiting Debbie," the voice snapped.
Debbie looked at her reflection in the mirror, as if she
was asking her reflection for answers. She looked down at
her pubic hair and placed her knee on the sink, it was
more than a little uncomfortable for Debbie, the position
and the situation. She quickly spread some gel around her
pussy and through blurry eyes, grabbed the razor and
began shaving.
It wasn't the first time she had done this. She use to do
it when she first met her husband, but stopped after they
were married, and were going to have kids, as she didn't
want her doctor to think she was dirty, at least that was
her excuse.
Debbie worked quickly, and she used a face cloth to wash
the remaining gel off, when she was finished. She quickly
pulled her knee down off the sink and announced she was
finished.
"Now that wasn't so bad, check it out," the voice
bellowed.
"What?" Debbie moaned.
"Stand straight and spread them legs apart!" The voice
shot.
"Ok, Ok, I can see it, it's not that bad," Debbie moaned,
but she cringed inside, as now she could see her rather
prominent pussy lips, hanging ever so slightly from her
body, reminding her of the real reason she didn't shave
down there anymore.
"No, I meant check it out with your fingers," the voice
barked.
Debbie threw her hands to her hips and then with disgust
spread her legs back apart, but not after several minutes
of stalling. With a clenched jaw, she ran a hand down her
stomach and slid it between her spread legs, running it
over her pussy lips.
She pledged to fight off any pleasure from this act, as
she felt around her hairless pussy, purposely avoiding
her sensitive clitoris. She did this for several minutes,
fighting to remain emotionless.
"This is sick you know that?" Debbie finally cried out.
"Ok I can see this isn't your thing, so let's get you
dressed," the voice boomed and Debbie felt somewhat
relieved, as she washed her hands.
Debbie picked up the phone and went down the hall to her
bedroom. She was relieved to be somewhat covered when she
returned some twenty minutes later, to the dreaded
bathroom mirror.
She looked at her reflection; almost glad that she wasn't
leaving the house, because all her outfit consisted of
was a small white tennis skirt, and a purple silk half
shirt, with spaghetti straps that she usually only wore
under reveling dresses. The outfit was topped off with
her black pumps. All articles of clothing had to be
approved by the voice, as Debbie had to change in and out
of several outfits, before settling on this one.
"I think you're ready now Debbie!" The voice boomed.
Debbie just shook her head. She still couldn't imagine
what the voice had in store for her, or is she could take
anymore of this.
CHAPTER 2: THE PAPERBOY COLLECTS
"Now Debbie, bring the speakerphone into the living room
and then open the blinds on the front window," the voice
boomed.
Debbie following orders, set up the phone on the coffee
table and opened the blind, as the sun temporarily
blinded her, ironically it seemed like a perfect day
outside.
"Debbie look across the street," the voice boomed.
Debbie focused her eyes, the only thing she saw was a
large white box truck, parked across the street. "Ah, I
don't think I see anything."
"Do you see a large truck?" The voice asked.
"Yah, a large white one," Debbie mumbled.
"In a second, a large man is gunna step out of the van,"
the voice said.
Debbie watched as the door opened. She ducked down when
the large figure dressed in black, flashed her a wave.
"What the!" Debbie cried out.
"That's my insurance policy," the voice hissed.
"Please Sir, I have been good!" Debbie screamed out,
running to make sure the front door was locked.
"Really now, how many times did you break rule one
already?" The voice hissed.
"No Sir, I did what you said, ah eventually," Debbie
pleaded.
"Ok Debbie, but wait till I tell you your next task," the
voice teased.
"What task?" Debbie nervously asked, watching somewhat
relieved, as the large figure got back into the truck.
"Well it's Saturday and the paperboy collects, no?" The
voice shot.
"Well sort of, it's really the paperboy's brother. The
paperboy is a still a little young to handle money I
guess," Debbie mumbled, as she was still somewhat shaken
by the figure's appearance across the street. "What's
this all about?"
"Well today when he comes by, have a beverage waiting for
the young man," the voice bellowed. "What is he 18?"
"Yah, maybe even 19 now, but I can't, not like I'm
dressed!" Debbie cried, still surprised how much the
voice knew about her and her life.
"You will and more," the voice snapped
"What do you mean more?" Debbie snapped.
"Today the paperboy gets the tip of his young life," the
voice purred.
"Wait a second, you're not suggesting," Debbie mumbled.
"I am sure when it hits you, in a second or two, we are
going to have that waterfall scene again," the voice
teased.
"Fuck you and fuck your games! There is no way, and if
you hurt my family I will spend the rest of my days,"
Debbie cried out, her voice trailing off, as she was
indeed crying again.
"When he comes over, you will invite him in, and then
right on the couch, you will seduce him, it shouldn't be
that hard," the voice barked. "You will strip for him,
give him oral and regular sex, and anything else he wants
you to do."
"Yah right, he is still just a kid," Debbie snapped.
"Not after today!" The voice snapped back.
"Now get your ass cleaned up and get ready, he will be
around soon," the voice shot.
"Oh right and when Daisy comes by this afternoon, I'll
seduce her too." Debbie said, regretting it the second it
left her pink colored lips.
"You are finally getting it," the voice boomed. "Today
you are my little whore."
"I never, I mean, I can't cheat on my husband, and lezbo
stuff, that's sick, and your sick," Debbie managed,
through her tears.
"Never say never," the voice boomed and then added. "You
will, or there will be no husband to cheat on."
It took Debbie over ten minutes to stop crying, before
she fixed her make up and hair in the dreaded mirror
again. She put on some perfume and returned to the living
room. She was sitting on the couch, still not believing
that she was even contemplating following the voice's
perverse order.
Debbie needed some reinforcement, she took a photo off
the TV, of her husband and two children, and hugged it in
her arms.
"I'm sorry honey, please forgive me for my sins," she
cried, when she heard the doorbell's powerful ring.
"Get to work Debbie," the voice moaned.
She moved to the front door, took a deep breath and
opened the door.
"Ah hi Mrs. W. Collecting," the young man chirped.
"Hi Bret, come in for a sec, I'll get your money." Debbie
said, as she swung the door open, her heart in her
throat.
They young man entered, but stayed by the front door, as
he was in a rush to get done and head to the ball field.
"Ah Bret, have a seat on the couch, I will be with you in
a second." Debbie mumbled from the kitchen, before she
poured some coke into tall glasses, adding some of her
husband's whiskey into hers.
Bret reluctantly sat down, impatiently looking out the
window at the clear blue sky. Debbie sauntered into the
room carrying two glasses. "I just thought you could use
a little drink."
"Thanks, but I'm kind of in rush, have too ah..." Bret
started, until he realized he forgot what he was saying,
as he examined Debbie's sexy outfit. He never remembered
seeing her dressed like this, in fact he didn't even
remember being invited inside before.
"I just thought we could chat for a sec," Debbie said, as
she sipped her drink, her heart pounding, her face flush,
it had been a long time since she had tried to act sexy.
She was also still trying to make up her mind. Debbie
looked out the window, and noticed the large figure
leaning against the truck, arms folded. She also took one
last look at her family picture.
"Ah Bret," Debbie started, her voice trembling. "So how's
the coke?"
"It's good, but I have to go. Can I have my money?" Bret
said, as he stood up.
"Please Bret it's cool, my husband is away with the
kids!" Debbie cried.
"That's cool," Bret said, a little confused as he walked
to the door.
"Please you can't leave yet, I haven't paid you yet!"
Debbie said, as she raced over and pinned Bret against
the door.
Bret spun around, he was face to face with Debbie, as she
leaned her body weight into his.
"Well I just thought you might like me," Debbie said, in
her sexiest voice.
"Your all right I guess," Bret moaned. "Please Mrs. W.
What are you doing?"
Debbie was pressing up against the young man. She didn't
find him attractive in the least. Bret was a short man
with hard features, so she tried to avoid eye contract,
as she slid down his body. She started to pull at the
young man jeans.
"Please Mrs. W. Stop that!" Bret cried.
"Don't worry, don't be embarrassed, I will make it all
right," Debbie said, on the verge of tears, as she
struggled within, and with him. She finally got the young
man's jeans open, as she had to keep batting his hands
away. Reaching in his pants, she gripped his cock,
surprised that it was already hard, when she pulled it
out of his pants.
"Ah nice," Debbie managed, as she lied a little, the
young man had a smallish cock, but it was stiff as a
board as she gripped it in her hand, jerking it back and
forth.
"See, doesn't that feel good?" Debbie purred, but didn't
have to wait for an answer, as she was suddenly hit with
a blast of cum, from the young man.
"Oh man, Oh God!" Bret gasped, as he looked at Debbie
trying to wipe his cum from her eye. "I'm sorry, really I
didn't mean too."
"Bret it's all right," Debbie mumbled.
"Ah I have to go really, forget the money," Bret said, as
Debbie again stopped him.
"Please Bret, you can do me if you want!" Debbie pleaded,
as Bret pushed her out of the way, and opened the door.
"Please Bret, do yah, ah... Don't you want to see me
strip naked?" Debbie screamed out, as Bret made it to the
front steps. Bret stopped dead in his tracts; turning
around he looked at Debbie in stunted silence, as she
waved him back in, his cum dripping down her cheek.
Debbie turned and went into the bathroom to clean up. She
washed her face and hands quickly. Looking at her face in
the mirror, she wondered if she had it in her, to go back
out there.
"Ah Bret," she called out, somewhat hoping for a lack of
response.
"Here Mrs. W." She heard from the living room.
"Oh man I have to tell him my first name," Debbie said,
with a nervous chuckle. "Ok Debbie you can do this, I
mean, ten bucks he has never saw naked women up close
before. Plus, they never forget their first. Plus you
have worked so hard to keep your body in shape."
With deep breaths, Debbie tried to build up her
confidence, as she didn't want to break down in front of
the young man. Debbie finally made her way back into the
living room.
"Sorry again Mrs. W." Bret mumbled, as he looked down.
"Don't worry, it happens and Bret please call me Debbie,
all right?" Debbie said, standing in front of him, as he
sat on the couch. She was also looking directly at the
large figure standing across the street. Strangely, she
was a little relieved that he was there, because as long
as she could see him she knew where he was, and he was
far enough away, that she figured he couldn't see her
that well.
"Are you ready?" Debbie asked, as she looked down to
Bret, who was shaking his head up and down, although she
wasn't sure if she was only asking Bret.
Debbie looked down at her outfit, with trembling hands
she slipped the right strap off her shoulder, and her
right breast popped into view a lot quicker than she
would have liked. Her eyes looked up at Bret, when she
heard him gasp. Debbie was mortified, but did her best to
smile, as she slipped the left strap down, exposing her
other breast to the young man.
Bret's eyes were a big a saucers, as if he was trying to
burn the image of Debbie breasts into his memory. Debbie
stood with her hands by her side, not really sure what to
do with them. The heat of his stare was become unbearable
for Debbie, causing her to turn around.
After a minute or two to catch her breath, she began
slowly lifting her tennis skirt, until she heard that
gasp again, and knew that her naked backside must be
visible. She stood frozen in that position as she tried
to muster up some more courage to continue.
Debbie wasn't sure she could expose her pussy to the
young man, especially in its present state, so when she
turned around, she quickly slid down on the couch next to
the flushed young man.
"Wow Mrs. I mean Debbie, your uh, things are great
looking." Bret mumbled.
"They're called breasts," Debbie said, as polite as
possible, as she fought her urge to cover them.
"Breasts right, sorry," Bret said, and then looked away
in embarrassment.
Debbie almost felt bad for the shy boy, as he reminded
her a lot of herself when she was younger. She didn't
want to ask him if he had ever had any sexual experience
with a women before, from his actions it was painfully
obvious. She turned Bret's face back around and told him
that it was all right.
Debbie surprised herself by grabbing Bret's hand and
pressing it to her chest. When she took her hand away,
Bret just left his hand there. His jaw wide open.
"You can squeeze them Bret," Debbie whispered, after
several awkward seconds had past.
"Not like that!" Debbie cried out quickly, when Bret's
hand clamped down.
"I didn't mean squeeze; I meant caress, here like this,"
she said, as she guided Bret's hand to her breast again.
"See like this, soft and easy," she whispered, as she
guided the young man hand with hers. Slowly Debbie
dropped her hand, and Bret was on his own. Debbie slowly
sank back into the couch, as Bret switched from one
breast to the other. She closed her eyes and tried to
journey back to a time, when she was younger, and that
intense feeling of being felt up for the first time. She
tried anything to put out of her mind the reality of the
day's events.
Debbie was snapped out of her quest, by the unique
feeling of a hand running down from her breast, over her
stomach, wondering around the waist of her tennis skirt.
She felt her skirt rise, fingers dancing on her thigh,
and then moving closer and closer.
"Oh my god," Bret gasped, matching Debbie's.
Debbie quickly opened her eyes. Bret wore a shocked look
on his face. Debbie didn't know if it resulted from the
fact that he just touched her pussy, or that she was
shaved bare, or maybe it was the simple fact that she
wasn't wearing panties.
Debbie didn't have the nerve to ask, she just smiled as
seductively as she could and again guided Bret's hand
back to her pussy. After a rough start, she figured she
would show him how she liked to be rubbed. She moved his
fingers in small circles around her clit. Bret was a slow
learner, but soon got the idea.
Debbie again sank back against the couch, almost
unconsciously reaching out with her left hand, rubbing
the front of Bret's pants, until she found her target. He
jumped at first, but didn't fight her this time. Debbie
again closed her eyes, as she drifted back off to another
place in time.
"Ah...Deb...I gotta go!" Bret screamed out, startling
Debbie, as the young man sprinted towards the door.
"Wait Bret!" Debbie cried out, as she was confused at
first, and then quickly noticed her left fingers were wet
and sticky. She let out a groan, as heard the front door
slam.
"Oh man," Debbie cried out, as she covered her head with
a pillow, for several minutes, as the humiliating events
replayed in her head, before stumbling to the bathroom.
After washing her hands, she returned to the living room.
"Well I tried," Debbie cried out, as she knew the voice
was still there, and was trying a preventive strike.
"You tried, but failed, don't let it happen again," the
voice barked.
"Failed! It wasn't fair; this whole thing isn't fair!"
Debbie screamed into the air.
"No more crying or complaining, you have used up my
patience," the voice barked.
"Right, your patience," Debbie thought to herself,
sitting down on the recliner, face in hands. "I just had
the paperboy cum on me, twice."
"Now we have 3 hours until your haircut," the voice
barked. "What shall we do?"
"Please leave me alone I haven't done anything to
anyone," Debbie pleaded. "I'm no good at this."
"Debbie bring the speakerphone into the bedroom," the
voice said seemingly ignoring Debbie.
Debbie did so, not before checking the lock on the front
door and pulling the blinds shut. She even open the front
door and took the spare key from underneath the front
mat.
"All set," Debbie moaned, when she entered the bedroom.
"Well I think not," the voice shot.
"What?" Debbie moaned.
"Well it's time to finish what he started," the voice
barked.
"Ah you lost me," Debbie said, as she sat on the bed.
"Ok Debbie I will make it clear for you," the voice
hissed. "I want you to slip out of them clothes and lie
back on the bed and bring yourself to orgasm."
"You want me to play with myself?" Debbie screamed out,
her stomach fluttering.
She waited for an answer, but none came. Finally Debbie
fell back on the bed and slipped her clothes off, but
kept her pumps on. Debbie slid a hand down in between her
legs and ran her fingers over her pussy lips and started
to moan wildly. She figured she would fake it, like she
did in the bathroom earlier, but the voice wasn't buying
it.
The voice had Debbie assume different poses, each one
seemingly out of some sick male perspective, on female
masturbation. Debbie finale position was on her knees,
shoulders pressed to the bed, both of her hands in
action, one fingering deep inside her pussy, the other
rubbing her clit.
Debbie was totally humiliated, especially when the
inevitable happened. She finally sank into the bed and
pulled the covers over her head, hoping and praying that
when she pulled them back off the day events would all
have been a bad dream.
CHAPTER 3: THE HAIRCUT
Debbie heard her name being called out from the
speakerphone. She had spent the last couple of hours in
bed, searching for answers to her current dilemma, but
had seemingly come up empty.
"Welcome back Debbie, it's time to dress for your
haircut," the voice boomed, when Debbie pulled the covers
off her head.
"Ah, I usually just wear sweats," Debbie moaned, as she
lifted the rest of the covers over her body, realizing
her prayers, unanswered.
"Not today," the voice boomed. "Let's start with some hot
shorts, Daisy Dukes seem appropriate."
"Funny, I get it," Debbie groaned, at the voices lame
joke.
She searched through her clothes, the voice finally
settling on a pink pair of shorts, which were a little
too small, at least to Debbie. Next she found her black
pushup bra, which the voice had no problem with, however
finding a top took some time. The voice finally led her
through a systematic cutting up, of a normal white T-
shirt, until the shirt barley covered her black bra.
As Debbie was dressing, the voice also told her exactly
what it expected her to do with Daisy. None of it really
surprised Debbie after the morning with the paperboy.
Although she still wasn't sure she could pull it off.
"Debbie, back into the bathroom," the voice ordered, when
Debbie was finally dressed.
Back in the bathroom, Debbie stood in front of the full-
length mirror, staring at her reflection. "Isn't this
outfit a little obvious?" Debbie moaned. "Why don't I
just wear a shirt that says, FUCK ME, in big letters?"
After adding more make up and a dose of perfume, Debbie
sat on the couch, nervously awaiting Daisy's arrival. She
wasn't sure she could go through with it. She looked at
the picture of her and Daisy on the wall. It wasn't like
Daisy wasn't attractive.
She reminded Debbie a lot of Nichole Kidman. She was lean
and tall, with fair skin, and she had this thing about
changing her hair color, but to Debbie she had the wrong
equipment. Debbie still got queasy when she thought about
two women making love.
Debbie's eyes shifted out the window; the big white truck
was still there. Debbie sunk deeper into the couch,
instantly felling like a rat in a cage again. Several
minutes later, she saw Daisy's car pull into her
driveway.
"Just remember Debbie, I'm watching and listing, you
wouldn't want to put your good friend in jeopardy too!"
The voice barked. "That's what the man in the van is
for."
The doorbell rang and Debbie stumbled to the door, on
week knees. After the two exchanged pleasantries, they
headed for the kitchen. Debbie opened a bottle of wine
and pulled a chair to the center of the kitchen, as
previously instructed by the voice.
Daisy quickly went to work on Debbie's hair, as the two
swapped stories about their children, as she worked. It
didn't take Daisy long to finish up, as Debbie really
only needed a trim.
"Daisy would you have a glass of wine with me in the
living room?" Debbie nervously asked.
"Ah I guess, you're paying for the sitter," Daisy
mumbled.
The two women moved to the couch, Debbie's heart was
racing, as she was trying to follow the perverted plan
that the voice had laid out for her to follow.
"Is this how you normally dress around the house Debbie?"
Daisy mumbled, as if she finally couldn't help herself.
"No, it's just you know, the husband and the kids are
away."
"Is everything ok Deb?" Daisy interrupted.
"Well not really."
"I knew it, you've been acting strange all day, first on
the phone and then here," Daisy roared.
"It's just, ah you know..." Debbie started but just
couldn't think of how to word it.
"Is it your husband?" Daisy asked.
Debbie just nodded her head, this wasn't what she planned
and she felt bad about what she was about to say.
"It's just he doesn't do for me what he used too," Debbie
managed.
"Whose husband does?" Daisy laughed, and then went on to
tell a long rambled story about how great her sex life
was when she was younger and then she got married and
about how things changed. The two traded stories until
Daisy excused herself, to use the bathroom. Debbie used
the time to build her courage.
"Well Debbie, If we can settle up I have to go, but call
me and we will talk," Daisy said when she came out.
"Please Daisy just a few more minutes, ah I have one more
thing."
"What is Debbie, you're not pregnant again?" Daisy
moaned.
"No nothing like that," Debbie said, as she pulled Daisy
down on the couch again. "Well it's just, you know I
never went to college, and I never had a lot of
girlfriends."
"I like you too Deb," Daisy said, as she gave Debbie a
friendly hug. When Daisy went to break free from the hug,
Debbie held on tight, as she looked up into Daisy's blue
eyes.
"Hello Deb, it's me Daisy," Daisy whispered, as she felt
Debbie shaking in her arms.
"I'm sorry!" Debbie cried out, as she slammed back
against the couch, her hands covering her face.
"I can't fucking do this!" Debbie cried out.
"Debbie what's really wrong?" Daisy whispered, as she
wrapped her arms around Debbie. "Man you're shaking!"
Debbie cried for several minutes, as Daisy did her best
to comfort her. Finally Daisy held Debbie's face in her
hands, as she dried her tears with a tissue. Debbie broke
free and pressed her lips into her friends. She even held
her firmly on the shoulders, to prevent her from pulling
away. Debbie slowly broke the hold, and opened her eyes.
"Well that was interesting," Daisy moaned, which sent
Debbie back into tears.
"Really Deb, it's all right," Daisy said, as she went
back to her comforting roll. "I mean what's that saying a
kiss is just a kiss?"
"Does that mean you didn't like it?" Debbie mumbled.
"No, it just, you know, caught me by surprise, that's
all, especially from you," Daisy mumbled. "You know our
husbands are friends, we are friends, and our kids play
together."
"That's why I figured I could try it with you," Debbie
mumbled.
"You mean you just want to like fool around, or
something?" Daisy nervously asked.
"I ah, just wanted to know, you know, what it's like, I
guess I missed that part when I was younger," Debbie
rambled.
"So it's not like, you know, you have feelings for me?"
Daisy groaned.
"Well yah, I like you as a friend," Debbie moaned.
"Just a friend?" Daisy asked.
"Yah, it's not like I want to leave my husband for you."
Debbie embarrassingly moaned.
"Oh thank god!" Daisy cried out in relief, as the two
women hugged.
"Have you ever?" Debbie finally asked, breaking the
awkward silence.
"Ah a couple of times, when I was in high school, just
petting though. I really don't think I could, you know,
go down on a woman," Daisy mumbled.
"Oh," Debbie said, as she hung her head, she also shared
her friend's opinion.
"Oh Debbie, look at me," Daisy said, as she lifted
Debbie's chin. "I think I understand."
"I doubt it," Debbie said with a nervous laugh.
"Listen I really hate to see you like this," Daisy said.
"So I'll try to help you out."
"You mean."
"I mean if you want to fool around a little, you know,
touch each other," Daisy muttered.
"Sorry for making you so uncomfortable, you know I
wouldn't ask you if I didn't have too!" Debbie cried.
"Yah I guess so...Wait, what do you mean you have too?"
Daisy said as she held Debbie's chin in her hand.
"Ah, I just have to...get it out of my system," Debbie
said, as she cringed.
"Ok, just no toys, or anything," Daisy said, and the two
women nervously giggled. "Ok you can kiss me now, this
time I might even kiss you back."
Debbie closed her eyes, as the two women's lips met, she
didn't know if she was enjoying the kiss or the fact that
she had seemingly pulled it off, as a sudden calmness
fell over her. The two spent some time kissing, before
Daisy pulled away laughing.
"What, was it all right?" Debbie asked nervously.
"Yah Deb it was fine, you're a good kisser, it's just, ah
it's just like kissing my sister. Maybe we can move on?"
Daisy stuttered.
"Ok what's next?" Debbie asked.
"Hey it's your deal!" Daisy cried out.
"Oh yah, ok, ah let's see." Debbie mumbled, as she looked
at Daisy shirt. She reached out and started to untie the
bow, her calmness quickly replaced with trepidation, as
she held the two halves together.
"Ah Debbie what are you doing?" Daisy said, as she held
the front of her shirt. "I thought we were just going to
fool around, you know petting.
"I ah, that's what I'm doing, isn't it? Please I just
need to do this!" Debbie said, as inside she knew she had
to follow the voice's plan.
"Ok Debbie, I trust you know what you're doing," Daisy
mumbled.
"Well I don't, but that's the idea," she said, as she
pulled the shirt open, reveling Daisy's breasts, now only
covered by a small red bra.
For the second time today, Debbie felt that unique
feeling of being felt up, for the first time, only this
time she was doing the feeling up as she caressed Daisy's
breasts. She pulled at the top of Daisy's strapless bra,
and pulled it down to her stomach, causing Daisy to gasp.
Debbie's hands were shaking when they returned to Daisy's
breasts. They were just like Debbie figured, small and
firm, with small areola and pinkish nipples, which Debbie
spent some time fondling, as they hardened in her grip.
She looked up at Daisy, who wore a look of concern.
"Relax Debbie," Debbie moaned, before she shot. "Ah, I
mean relax Daisy."
Debbie leaned forward and kissed Daisy's neck, before
trailing her way down to her breasts. She spent several
minutes kissing them all over, before getting the courage
to finally take a hard pink nipple into her mouth. She
took turns sucking and softly biting each one, for
several minutes.
"Ah Deb I don't know about this," Daisy moaned, when she
felt Debbie kissing her way down her stomach. Debbie
didn't know just what to say to comfort Daisy, especially
when she started pulling her jeans down. She finally
pulled them off and tossed them aside.
"Ah Deb," Daisy moaned out, as Debbie began rubbing her
hand over Daisy's small red panties.
"Doesn't that feel good?" Debbie moaned.
"C'mon, you know it does, but still," Daisy moaned.
Debbie could see that Daisy was struggling with her own
emotions as well. Looking at the speakerphone, as if she
was looking for an excuse. Debbie, thinking fast and in
one burst of courage, moved Daisy's panties to the side,
and quickly brought her face down.
Quickly making contact with her target, causing Daisy to
audibly moan. Debbie closed her eyes tight, as she began
licking from the top to the bottom of Daisy's long pussy,
which was covered in fine red pubic hair.
"Oh Debbie," Daisy moaned. "This wasn't what I had in
mind."
Debbie wished she didn't say that, because that's exactly
what she had been thinking the whole time, in fact the
whole day. Debbie continued to lick at Daisy pussy,
trying to get use to the foreign taste. As she continued,
she tried to remember how she liked to be licked, back in
the day before she had kids, because after that Debbie
swore off oral sex. She just didn't think a mom should be
doing that kind of stuff.
Debbie kept her eyes closed, and tried to put out of her
mind what she was doing, and to whom she was doing it
too. Debbie seemed to find Daisy's spot, as Daisy grabbed
Debbie's head and held it, and she began crying out
rather loudly.
Daisy also began bucking her hips back and forth. Debbie
was beginning to panic as her head felt like it was being
pressed right into Daisy's pussy and soon Debbie wore a
shinny mask of Daisy's juices.
Daisy, gasping for air, slowly let go of her head, and
the two sat up on the couch, next to each other, in
awkward silence, before the speakerphone caught Debbie's
eye.
"Well, I might as well join yah," Debbie finally shot
out.
Debbie looked at her friend and with a nervous smile
lifted off her T-shirt and then quickly unsnapped her
bra, before she could even think about it.
"Oh yah, ah nice tits Debbie, but I have to use the
bathroom first," Daisy said, as she rushed for the
bathroom.
When Daisy shut the door behind her, the voice reminded
Debbie that there was no turning back now and she better
get naked. Debbie just shook her head, as she knew the
voice was right, as much as she didn't like it. Debbie
slipped off her pink shorts and noticed she had a small
wet spot in the crotch.
"Oh my," she moaned, as she used the shorts to wipe the
extra moister, between her legs. She was more than a
little embarrassed that she had become aroused, and she
didn't want Daisy to find out just how much, although her
sexual scent filled the room.
Daisy suddenly opened the bathroom door and was met by
the naked Debbie, who gave her a small kiss. "I have to
freshen up too, and then we can continue."
In the bathroom, Debbie looked at her reflection in the
mirror. She gasped, as her face was still shining from
her earlier actions. She washed her face with cold water,
somewhat surprised that steam didn't rise off her face,
as it was burning hot.
"Ok Debbie, we have come this far, someday maybe you will
be able to explain all this to her," Debbie said to
herself, before taking a deep breath, for courage.
"Ok Daisy, I'm ready!" Debbie cried out, when she opened
the door. "Daisy?"
Debbie raced to the window, just in time to see Daisy's
taillights racing down her street.
"Ah what the fuck!" Debbie cried out.
"Well that two strikes," the voice quickly bellowed from
the speakerphone.
"Fuck that!"
"And fuck me, I know," the voice interrupted.
"Yah fuck you, and your an fucking asshole, how's that."
Debbie snapped.
"Predictable, rejection is a bitch," the voice hissed.
"How will I ever explain this?" Debbie cried out. "Oh my
god! What if she thinks I did it, just to get out of
paying her!"
"Like the paperboy, but don't worry about that now, you
have more important things to think about," the voice
boomed.
"Please, I mean how much more do you think I can take,
you're ruining my frigging life!" Debbie shot out.
"Well I think I have one finale task in me, and I hope
you do too."
"Really, just one more?" Debbie groaned, but was not real
happy about it.
"Yes, but you can't fail this one, or it's three strikes
and then..." The voice hissed.
"I know, please you're not helping," Debbie moaned, as
she looked at her family's picture.
"I know what you need, to relax in a nice hot bath," the
voice hissed.
"Oh yah that's what I need," Debbie said sarcastically,
as she remembered that's exactly how this humiliating day
started off.
"Get going," the voice barked.
Debbie started the tub, adding some bubbles for
protection, as she was suddenly becoming painfully aware
of her naked state. Settling into the tub, she almost
laughed, as she thought the voice might have actually
been right about the hot bath.
Her jovial state didn't last long however, as she soon
found herself using the water out of the faucet to
masturbate, per the voice's request. She even had to get
intimate with her son's Mr. Bubbles bottle, while his
rubber ducky was never happier.
CHAPTER 4: THE FINAL TASK
Debbie was ordered out of the bath, by the voice, and for
the second time today, she had to dry off and then
massage in body lotion, all in front of the mirror.
Debbie wrapped herself in a towel and headed for the
kitchen, carrying the speakerphone. She set it up on the
kitchen table and nervously took a seat.
"Are you ready for your last task?" The voice bellowed.
"Yah," Debbie lied, still flustered from her perverted
bath show.
"Ok it's simple, I want you to get your personal phone
book," the voice boomed.
"My phone book, ok it's right here," Debbie said, a
little confused, as she got the little green book that
had their families and friend's phone numbers in it.
"Ok it goes like this, I want you to call up one of the
people in the book, have them come over, serve them
dinner, and then serve them yourself," the voice barked.
"Oh simple," Debbie said sarcastically. "Yah I'll just
call them up, you wanna come over and fuck me, so some
sicko can watch."
"Debbie you're wasting time, you have one hour, and
remember you can't fail this task, also remember I'm
listening, one false move and Game Over," the voice
roared.
"I get it!" Debbie cried out.
Debbie sat in stunned silence, before she flipped through
the book, back and forth, reading off name after name.
She finally copied down four names and numbers from the
book that she thought she might be able to get to come
over, on short notice.
"This can't be happening," Debbie cried out, starting to
panic. She also was suddenly reminded of the simple fact
that she hadn't had sex with another man in over eight
years.
She stared at their names, as she reached for the phone,
but just couldn't dial the numbers. She finally mustered
some courage by looking at the refrigerator that was
decorated in pictures that her boys had drawn, and dialed
an old boy friend's number, but it was disconnected.
"That figures, that bum never paid his bills," Debbie
moaned.
Debbie dialed the next number, it was her car mechanics,
but the phone was picked up by a female voice, so she
quickly hung up.
"Ah, that guy would have gotten grease all over me
anyways," Debbie groaned.
The next number was her younger cousin's. She always
thought he showed her more affection than he should have,
when they were younger. As sick as it made her feel, she
mustered up her courage and invited him over to eat, when
he answered, but he said he was going out with the boys
and hung up, before Debbie could even beg.
"I can't believe I was thinking about fucking my cousin!"
Debbie cried out, as she read the last name on her list
over and over.
"Oh man, Jack Sumner," she groaned, as just thinking
about him made her skin crawl. Jack was a good friend of
her husband, who has given them a lot of business over
the years, and he had also given Debbie many an
uncomfortable stare. He was also the hug and kisses type
that Debbie hated.
Debbie suddenly shook, when she remembered the time she
was coming out of the garage, carrying two gallons of
milk and Jack rushed up to her. Debbie thought he was
offering his assistance, but instead he took the
opportunity to slip a hand into Debbie's shirt as he
copped himself a cheep feel.
Debbie picked up the phone again and called her cousin
again, but only got the machine.
"Fucking fag," Debbie cried, as she slammed the phone
down. "Yah, you go out with the boys, when you could have
come over and..."
Debbie slammed her head down on the table. "Man, what the
fuck am I doing?"
Debbie spent some time pacing the floor back and forth.
Looking at the clock, she knew she had run out of time
and alternatives. Seemingly in an act of desperation, she
picked up the phone and called Jack's number.
"Hello."
"Hello Jack, it's Debbie."
"Oh Debbie, hi what's up?"
"Nothing really, Jack."
"Everything all right?"
"Yah I guess, a little lonely maybe."
"Yah well Debbie, hubby will be home tomorrow."
"Yah I know, it's just I made this great lasagna, and
well I hate to eat alone."
"Yah, I know what you mean."
"So what do yah say Jack?"
"Are you asking me over?"
"Yah, you like lasagna right?"
"That's not all I like," Jack said, which made Debbie
squirm in her seat.
"So I'll see yah in a little while?"
"I don't know Deb, I have a date later, need a little,
well you know."
"Please Jack!"
"I don't know, she's a sure thing."
"Please Jack, you won't be disappointed." Debbie mumbled.
"Really, will yah even wear the gold dress?"
"Ah the gold dress," Debbie moaned. "Sure I guess."
"I'll see yah in an hour," Jack said, after a brief
silent moment.
Debbie put down the phone and slumped in her chair. She
had been embarrassed before, but this was a new low. She
just proposition her own husband's friend, and of all
people, Jack Sumner.
She sat up in the chair, as her stomach turned when she
pictured Jack naked. Jack was a stocky man in his
forties, and once Debbie saw him with his shirt off, and
to her, it looked like he was wearing a fur coat.
Suddenly the phone rang and Debbie jumped, before slowly
answering it.
"Very good Debbie, now let's make some lasagna," the
voice boomed. "Now Debbie take off the towel and put on
the apron that's hanging on the stove, and get to work."
Debbie started to make dinner wearing just the apron and
her high heels, as she almost laughed at the voice's
perversion level. She put the lasagna in the oven and put
some corn on low, finally she put some bread sticks on
the oven's top, and opened a bottle of wine.
"Ok, let's check out the gold dress," the voice barked,
just as Debbie was about to sit back down.
Debbie cringed, as she almost forgot about that part.
Debbie made her way into the bedroom and found the gold
dress in the back of her clothes closet, and quickly
slipped it on. She shook her head when she remembered the
one and only time she wore the dress. Her husband bought
her the dress to wear, when they had to meet some
important clients.
When she tried it on, she found out why, as the thing
barley covered her body in any and all directions. It was
too low cut in the front and back and was too short,
although her husband, and his clients' didn't seem to
think so. It was an incredibly long night for Debbie, as
she was ashamed that her husband would use her seemingly
as a trophy wife.
Debbie slipped on the small gold panties that went with
the dress and headed for the bathroom mirror once again.
The voice made Debbie shift and turn into all sorts of
positions in the skimpy dress, each one causing Debbie to
cringe.
Finally when the voice had seemingly had its fun, and had
given the dress its seal of approval, Debbie brought the
speakerphone into the living room and set it up on the
coffee table and nervously waited for Jack's appearance.
A short time later the doorbell rang and rang; it took
several tries before Debbie staggered to the door.
"Hi Jack, thanks for coming over," Debbie said in her
cheeriest voice, as she open the door.
"Brought a bottle of wine," Jack said, as he gave her a
small kiss on the cheek.
"Come on in," a stunned Debbie said, as she was surprised
that he brought a bottle of wine, as he always drank
their booze, and he gave her a kiss on the cheek, usually
he tries for the lips.
"Dinners almost ready," Debbie said, as she led Jack into
the kitchen.
"Looking forward to it, you were always a good cook,"
Jack said, as he opened the wine. Debbie drank a glass
down in record time and poured another, her plan was
simple, let the alcohol work its magic.
The two sat down and ate, Debbie was doing her best to be
friendly and not talk about her husband, or Jack's wife,
even though they were separated. It even seemed like Jack
was following the same plan, as a result the dinner
conversation was brutally awkward.
Debbie cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher, none
to surprised that Jack didn't even offer to help. He just
seemed intent on watching her every move, in the sexy
dress. The two moved into the living room and settled in
on the couch.
"How's the wine?" Jack said, as he poured Debbie another
glass.
"Good," Debbie lied.
"It should be, it cost 30 dollars," Jack moaned.
Debbie had all she could do to not laugh in his face. She
was still asking herself, "Why she called Jack?"
"So Debbie, why don't you tell me why you really called
me," Jack said, with an evil grin.
"I ah," Debbie managed, as she knew the question signaled
the beginning of the game, and Debbie was hoping that she
would be more inebriated, before they got to this point.
"The wines great, but wouldn't a Crown hit the spot right
about now?" Debbie said, as she went to the liquor
cabinet and came back with two snifter glasses full of
Crown Royal.
"Hey thanks Debbie, I didn't know you drank Crown," Jack
said with a smile.
"There are a lot of things that you don't know about me,"
Debbie teased, but hated herself for doing so.
"I bet," Jack said with another smile. "Like what?"
"Like for one," Debbie said, as he gulped a sip of Crown,
which burned her lungs. "Like I never really minded that
you always flirted with me."
"Really? Well you hid it well." Jack snapped.
"Yah, I hide a lot of things well," Debbie moaned.
"Yah I know, like the simple fact that you like to hide
that luscious body of yours." Jack said with a sly smile.
"In fact, stand up for a sec, and let me take a closer
look at you, in my favorite dress."
After an another gulp, Debbie stood up and offered an
awkward smile, as she really hated the way he looked at
her, like he was always mind fucking her. Jack had her
turn around slowly until she was all the way around.
"And there is that ass," Jack shot, which caused Debbie
to turn back around.
Jack reached out a grabbed Debbie's hand. "Debbie, you
were carved out of stone by a sex maniac!" He oozed, as
he kissed her hand. Just the kiss sent shivers down
Debbie's back, never mind his one liner.
"Hey let's dance," Jack said, as he moseyed over to the
stereo. Debbie's heart was pounding, as she always hated
to dance with Jack, as he had a bad case of wandering
hands. The sounds of soft music bounced off the walls, as
Jack grabbed Debbie's hand and pulled her close to him.
The two dance for a while, as Debbie had to fight her
urge to slap his face, as his hands were doing their own
dance, over Debbie's back and lightly over her ass.
"Ah that's enough dancing," Debbie cried out, when she
felt Jack's hand wander under her dress, pressing against
her gold panties.
"Oh Debbie, just some harmless fun," Jack mumbled.
"Yah I know Jack," Debbie said, as she wondered how she
was going to go through with it, if she couldn't even
stand to dance with him. She immediately went to the back
to the liquor cabinet, as she figured alcohol was her
only answer. She sank back down on the couch with Jack,
who immediately moved closer. Jack slowly moved his hands
up to the back of Debbie's head and caressed the back of
Debbie's short hair.
"Love the hair Debbie, short and so sexy, like you," Jack
whispered into her ear. Debbie only snickered at his
comment.
"Man you are tough," Jack said, as he stood up. "You
change colors quicker than a stoplight."
"Jack I'm sorry, I'm just nervous, you know I never."
Debbie groaned.
"Never, man you have two kids," Jack shot.
"No, you know, never cheated, since I was married,"
Debbie moaned.
"Oh is that what your worried about. What you think your
husband hasn't?"
Jack's comment hit Debbie like a tone of bricks, as her
husband had promised her that his cheating ways were over
when they got married, although Debbie wasn't that naive.
She knew in her heart that he may have cheated, a time or
two, as he did have a wondering eye, and she also knew
that's exactly how she got together with her husband in
the first place.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," Jack said, as
leaned down and wiped away a tear from Debbie face. Jack
also leaned forward and found her lips with his. Debbie
stomach turned, as he increased pressure, and soon his
tongue was searching for hers. He pulled her to her feet
and wrapped his arms around her. The two were soon locked
in a sloppy wet kiss. Jack's tongue exploring every inch
of Debbie's mouth.
Jack's sudden movements startled Debbie, when he spun her
around and crashed back onto the couch.
"Debbie you're a great kisser, really got me going," Jack
said, as he rubbed his hand over the front of his pants.
Debbie couldn't help but notice the large bulge that had
tented the front of his pants.
"Thanks," Debbie moaned, scared of what his pants were
concealing.
"Now Debbie, dance for me," Jack hissed.
"Ah dance," Debbie said, as she started to move her hips
back in forth. "Like this?"
Debbie continued her awkward dance, as she felt like a
rookie on amateur night. Jack suddenly grabbed her by the
waist and spun her around and pulled her back on his lap.
"Ah yes, now this what I was talking about!" Jack said
excitingly, as Debbie was doing her best to get off his
lap, as she could feel his hard cock, poking at her
backside. Finally breaking free she stood back up, and
continued her swaying.
"That's nice Debbie, but do me a favor, lose the dress,"
Jack hissed.
Debbie instantly felt like a cheep whore, normally she
would have slapped him for that. In fact she would have
even slapped her husband, if he ever talked to her like
that.
Debbie kept dancing, stalling for time, as Jack kept
chanting, "take it off." Over and over.
Debbie was thankful that the booze was kicking in,
because she felt almost numb as she reached up and
slipped the strap off her right shoulder and then slid
off the left. She spun around and wiggled her hips, she
figured if she was really going to do this then she would
at least tease the Asshole first.
Debbie slowly let the dress fall off the front of her
body, as she looked over her shoulder at Jack, who was
sitting back on the couch, with an amorous smile on his
face.
Debbie continued her dancing, her back towards Jack, as
she finally let the dress slip off. It gathered around
her ankles, until she kicked it to the side. She was now
dancing in only her gold panties and black heels. She
covered her breasts with her hands and spun around.
She kept spinning around showing a little and then
turning back around again. She had her back to Jack, as
she shuffled back towards him, as she was shaking her
gold panties, just inches from his face. She started to
shuffle forward again when Jack grabbed her by the waist,
tossing her on the couch.
"Teasing time is over, Bitch!" Jack snapped, as his body
weight slammed on top of Debbie.
Debbie's head spun with emotions, and alcohol, as she
felt Jack take her left nipple in his mouth. She closed
her eyes tight and tried her zone out method again, as
she realized that she had gone to far to turn back now.
Jack spent some time sucking on Debbie's puffy nipples,
before sliding down Debbie's stomach. Jack threw both of
Debbie's legs over his shoulder and grabbed Debbie's
panties by the waistband and quickly slid them down her
smooth legs. He held them by his nose and took a deep
breath, before throwing them on the floor.
Jack held both of Debbie's legs in his hand, slowly
fanning them back in forth, before slowly dropping a leg
of the couch and slipping one over his shoulder.
"Ah shaved Debbie, who knew?" Jack moaned, as his face
was only inches from her pussy. He spent some time
kissing and licking around her pussy, finally in a sudden
move, drove into Debbie's pussy, causing her whole body
to shake. Jack's tongue moved with furious accuracy, as
if he remembered how long and how much he had wanted
this. Debbie also couldn't help but notice, as she was no
longer in her zone.
Her eyes looked down in horror, as it seemed like Jack
was crazy with lust, as his tongue was darting in and
out. His fingers were also hard at work, first one and
then two. Debbie started to plead with Jack to stop, as
she fought against her body's reaction, to his lusty
actions. Debbie's head was swimming in ecstasy, as her
body convulsed.
"Please, I can't take any more!" Debbie cried, as she
experienced a series of powerful orgasms, which had been
a mixture of pleasure and pain, as she felt guilty that
Jack could make her feel so.
Debbie was still recovering, when she felt Jack climbing
up her body. She felt her breast's being licked and
sucked again and then felt Jacks lips on hers, but Jack
kept climbing up her body.
Debbie soon found out why, when she saw that Jack had his
pants off and his large throbbing cock was now poking
right at her face. Debbie tried to move her face out of
the way, but Jack was persistent and soon she opened her
mouth, just to stop it from being rubbed and slapped
against her face.
"That's it, suck my cock," Jack hissed. "Suck my cock,
you little whore wannabe."
Debbie tried to relax, but his large cock invading her
mouth, was causing her gag reflex to work overtime. It
didn't help when Jack started pumping his hips back and
forth. Debbie was starting to panic, from a lack of air
and from Jack's increasing excitement, as she had never
had someone release in her mouth before.
Debbie breathed a sigh of relief, as Jack slid down her
body, a couple of minutes later, but it was short lived,
as she felt Jack quickly enter her wet pussy. Jack was
the largest, by far, of any lover Debbie had ever had.
She instantly felt like she was being torn apart, as she
let out a piercing shriek.
Jack seemed to be turned on by Debbie's pleas, as he
picked up speed and the depth of his thrusts. Debbie felt
defenseless under his body weight. She also found herself
on the verge of yet another orgasm, which really made her
panic, because she had never been able to do that with
her husband before.
"Please Jack, oh please," Debbie moaned, as she wanted
him to stop, but Jack must have taken that as
encouragement as he was now fucking Debbie with an
unbridled intensity. Soon Debbie's pain was replaced by
pleasure, as her body betrayed her mind. Her body
convulsing in orgasmic bliss.
"That's it cum for me baby," Jack teased, as Debbie's
body slowed. "See why they call me, Jack Hammer!"
Debbie was relieved, when Jack finally stopped and rolled
off of her, after a couple of deep strokes. She took
several deep breaths, but she soon found herself up on
the couch, facing the window, her legs spread wide apart.
"Ok Debbie Get ready, I'm about to get real sinful on
your ass!" Jack hissed, as he forcefully entered Debbie
from behind.
"OW JACK!" Debbie cried out, as he drove deeper and
deeper. The sounds of slapping skin soon drowned out the
soft music playing in the background. Debbie was becoming
increasingly light headed, as the alcohol and the day's
events were taking their toll. Debbie sighed every time
Jack stopped, as she thought he was finished, but instead
he would just toss her into another position.
Debbie soon lost track of the number of different
positions Jack had fucked her in. She was almost semi-
conscious when she felt Jack's hot cum pouring onto her
breasts. She only remembered the evil look on his face,
as he did so, time after time.
Debbie's next recollection was waking up near dawn, her
head throbbing, but her pussy throbbing worse. She
stumbled into the bathroom on sore legs and by passed
looking in the mirror, as she vaguely remembered Jack
coming on her face several times. Debbie turned the water
on as hot as it would go, and scrubbed her body
thoroughly, as she could still smell and feel Jack. She
was only thankful that she couldn't taste Jack as well.
Debbie dried off and stumbled back into bed, and drifted
back to sleep, not waking up until several hours later.
Debbie's heart warmed looking at the clock, it was 11:am
and her husband would be home in a couple hours. Debbie's
head was still spinning with questions; none of which she
knew the answers too. She slipped on her silk robe and
stumbled into the living room, stopping dead in her
tracks, when she saw the speakerphone.
"Oh shit!" she moaned. "Hey are you still there?"
Debbie slowly grabbed the phone and put it to her ear,
hitting the call button, the phone went dead, and Debbie
fell back onto the couch.
"Hey, If you're still watching!" Debbie screaming into
the air, as she waved her middle fingers in the air.
Debbie was startled by the doorbell ringing and even more
startled when she went to the front door. The paperboy
was standing there with two older boys, one which she
noticed, had him in an arm lock.
"Ah Excuse Me, Mrs. W. But do you remember me I used to
cut your grass?" A tough looking young man dressed in
black asked.
Debbie was a little stunned at the boys' sudden
appearance and she was a little embarrassed to see the
paperboy after what happen yesterday. She looked over the
other boys, they were both tall, one was dressed up
nicely, in a shirt and tie, but the one that was doing
the talking, was really mean looking. His eyes were as
black as coal, and his voice as rough as sandpaper. His
baldhead and V-shaped goatee weren't helping Debbie's
composer any either, and she was sure that her husband,
had always cut their grass.
"This is my younger brother," the tough looking boy
moaned, smacking the paperboy upside the head, "and this
is my friend Tony."
"Ah... Hi," Debbie managed, as she instinctively clutched
her robe.
"Well sorry to bother you, but you see we have a little
problem here." the tough looking boy said, looking at
Debbie's clutched robe.
Debbie was having trouble breathing, as she listened to
the boy.
"You see my brother here is a bit of a liar, and his last
lie included you," the tough boy said, as the boys made
their way into the front hall. "You see, he said that,
well you offered to let him see you naked, like you were
some sort of exhibitionist, he even described your
breasts in full detail."
"Oh my," Debbie sighed, with a blush.
"Yah, you see the way we figure it, Bro here owes you an
apology, of course there's a slim chance that it did
happen," the tough boy teased.
Debbie just looked at them in stunned silence.
"That's what I thought," the tough looking man moaned,
before slapping his brother's face. "Now apologize fool."
"Owww, you're hurting me, please for once I didn't lie!"
The boy said, with a freighting squeal, before another
slap found its mark.
"Please stop it!" Debbie pleaded. "Ah, he might have been
right."
"What?" Both the tall boys said, seemingly
simultaneously.
"No it was just, I ah had a little too much to drink, and
I may have flashed him a little," was the best that
Debbie could muster.
"I don't know, she might be just trying to save your Bro,
from an ass-kicking," the other boy growled.
"Yah there is no way a woman like you, would ever let
someone like my Bro, see them naked." The tough boy said,
as he smacked his brother in the face again.
"Please, ah, yah, it was just a," Debbie mumbled, as if
her mouth was dried up.
"Prove it," the tough looking boy interrupted.
"What?" Debbie screamed.
"Well he told us, in some detail, about your breasts,
let's see if he was right," the boy barked.
"You're kidding me right," Debbie said, with a nervous
laugh.
"No, let's see what's under the robe," the tough boy
said, as he pulled at the robe. "Show us your tits."
"But I'm totally naked under the robe," Debbie cried, as
she backed away.
"Even better," the tough looking boy said, as he licked
his lips, and moved closer.
Debbie felt like running, but she had backed herself
literally and figuratively into a corner, as she was now
standing against the far wall, as the three boys blocked
her way into her living room.
"Well let's go, if you did it once," the tough looking
boy snapped.
Debbie's hands trembled, as she fidgeted with her robe,
"please will you just leave, my husband is coming home
soon!"
"Well then you better get it over with, because we aren't
leaving until we know the truth!" The tough looking boy
snapped.
Debbie trembled as she untied her robe. Looking down at
the floor; Debbie opened the robe, and quickly flashed
the boys.
"Ok there, now please leave," Debbie mumbled, as she
tried to make her way into the living room.
"I don't think so," the tough looking boy said, blocking
her way. "Much to fast, in fact he said you showed him
your ass as well, so why don't you just lose the robe all
together."
"What?" Debbie snapped, as she flashed the paperboy a
look that could kill. While the tough looking boy began
tugging at her robe, as if he was growing impatient.
"Ok, Ok!" Debbie screamed, "but if I do it, you promise
to leave."
"Just do it!" The tough looking boy screamed.
A startled Debbie, slowly let the robe fall open in the
front, before slipping it off each shoulder and dropping
it to the floor. The tough looking boy quickly picking it
up and folded it up over his arm. Debbie now stood stark
naked in front of the boys, as she covered her breasts
with an arm and her crotch with the other.
"God I love the don't look at me, I'm naked dance," the
tough looking boy moaned. "Ok enough, put your hands on
top of your head."
Debbie just shook her head from side to side, a small
tear rolling down her cheek.
"Look I will ask one more time and then."
"Ok please, just leave the other one alone." Debbie
mumbled, as she saw that the paperboy was openly crying
too.
"Ok, get Dip-shit out of here, he doesn't deserve a look,
fucking crybaby," the tough boy groaned, as the other boy
threw the paperboy out the front door.
Debbie was frantic, as the two boys looked her over,
especially when she slowly raised her hands away, after
the tough looking boy raised his fist to her.
"Well what do you know, Dip-shit might have been right
after all, look at those nice puffy nipples," he said,
before he reached out and squeezed her left breast a
couple of times before Debbie batted his hand away.
"Please leave!" Debbie pleaded, which brought out
laughter from the duo.
"Nice Tits lady, but sadly I'm an ass man, so let's turn
around a put your hands on the wall," the tuff boy
barked.
Debbie did so, almost happy to be away from their stares.
She also figured the boy had been arrested a time or two,
as he was now kicking her legs apart. Debbie listened as
they traded lewd comments about her ass, and what they
wanted to do to it. She tried to turn back around, but a
strong arm to the back, was keeping her in place. She
felt hands groping her ass. She then gasped when she felt
her ass cheeks spread apart.
"Oh Man! This bitch is shaved!" The other boy cried.
"Oh wow, let me see!" The tough boy said with excitement.
"Yah, it's great you can see everything, watch when I
pull on the sides, look how it opens up."
"Look at that, we hit pink!" the other boy cried. "Look
at how tight her asshole is, man that would be fun."
Debbie was hysterical, as she thought she was about to be
raped by the duo. She felt the back of her head being
pulled back.
"Well, well, who knew we had an old slut living in our
neighbor hood," the tuff looking boy hissed into her ear,
his hands full of Debbie's breasts. "Listen I have to go
to my grandmothers, it being Sunday in all, but I will be
back to fuck the shit out of you latter, and that ass
won't be so tight after I'm done with it."
He finished his statement by giving Debbie a smack on the
ass, before he made his way out. Debbie sank to the
floor, as she watched the two boys exit out the front
door. She looked around for her robe and then like in
slow motion, she remembered the tough looking boy had her
robe around his arm when they left, like some sort of
souvenir. Debbie rushed to lock the front door, and then
crawled into the living room.
Debbie sank down on the couch, feeling as low as she had
all weekend. She seemingly didn't even have the strength
to shed tears anymore. She just sat there trying to
figure out how one phone call could have done so much
damage.
Debbie heard the speakerphone rattling. When she leaned
forward she thought she heard her name, through the
static. She was puzzled at first and then realized the
batteries must be fading, as she broke into insane
laughter.
Debbie rose up of the couch, as if some sort of force
took over her naked body. She went to her kid's room and
came back to the living room carrying her son's baseball
bat. Debbie looked down at the speakerphone, and then in
a hitting display that would have made Ted Williams
proud, laid waste to it.
Debbie stumbled into the bathroom next, taking one last
look at her naked, baseball bat swinging self, before
unleashing a fatal blow to the bathroom mirror. Debbie
was surprised that there wasn't some sort of camera or
something behind it, when it shattered to the floor.
Debbie seemingly still in her trance, went into her
bedroom and got her private papers and the strong box
that include the families important documents, and put
them in the trunk of her car. Then she got her husband's
strongbox, followed by the photo albums, and her son's
favorite toy box. Finally she took the picture off the
wall, of her mom, and put them all in the trunk.
Debbie made her way into her bedroom and put on her
favorite pair of sweats and her fuzzy bunny slippers. She
went to the garage and threw her husband's golf clubs in
the back seat, before backing her car across the street,
ironically enough in the same spot the white truck had
been parked.
Debbie raced back across the street, back into her
garage; after some searching Debbie finally spotted the
gasoline bottle. She brought it into the house and poured
its contents from one end of the house to the other.
Using a stick match, she lit the gas, and was suddenly
knocked off her feet, by the sudden explosion, that
rocked the house.
Debbie stumbled to her feet, and made her way back to her
car. Debbie sat on the trunk of the car, as she watched
her one time dream home, which in one weekend turned into
the house of horrors, burn.
Debbie wasn't sure if she would ever know who was behind
the voice, although she had her suspicions, but she was
sure that she wasn't going let it ruin her life. She also
knew that she wasn't going to be the laughingstock of the
neighborhood.
She sat there watching the flames burst through the
windows, sirens off in the distance. She suddenly thought
about her husband, it was his goal to move his family to
a warmer climate, and a better neighborhood.
"Well hubby, looks like we pack up the family and move to
Beverly Hills, after all." Debbie said, as a tear rolled
down her cheek, another quickly joined it, when she saw
her husband's car racing down the street.
The End.
Hope you enjoyed reading my story.
stonedog99_1999@yahoo.com
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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