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The Vegas Adventure Ch. 14-17

By: StryWrter7



© This is written in part by me, and can be reproduced for your enjoyment, however not if it is reproduced on an internet pay site, or any other medium; without compensation for me --- the writer. 

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This story is fiction. It is meant to be read by adults. Children under the age of 18, please leave. All the characters in this story are of my own imagination, and not real in any sense of the word. Any similarities to that of living people is pure coincidental. However, one fan of my prior erotic stories, was instrumental in making this story possible. I dedicate this story to her.

Story Summary: De Ann and her husband Trent find that their young nieces are just as devious as any of their neighbors have been to this point. And – De Ann does much of this part on her own – with no help from Hypnosis.

For those of you who have been following this story – much of it to this section of chapters has been dealing with Mind Control – but this section does not have much of that present. The future chapters (which are already written but not yet posted) will return to the Mind Control theme.

Read on – and I hope you enjoy this story.

Chapter 14 *** Stacy and Ashley take over ***

The next morning after the kids were off to school and Trent left for work,

De Ann went back to the bedroom to shower before Stacy and Ashley woke. De Ann wrapped a towel around her taunt body and went into the bathroom to enjoy her hot shower. She was startled to see Stacy and Ashley standing there waiting for her. 

Stacy slowly tapped her long red fingernails against a videotape she held in her opposite hand. "Good morning slut! How are you doing on this wonderful morning? We have lots planned for you today," Stacy said in a gleeful tone. "Aunt De Ann, you will follow our instructions to the letter or your videotape will be sent to the President of the PTA, your kids' teachers, your neighbors, and your loving but gullible husband. And we might even send it to all the student accounts at your oldest son's high school if you really piss us off."

Suddenly the memory of yesterday's debauchery flooded her mind. De Ann still couldn't believe the things that her nieces had done to her. She felt humiliated and ashamed but she had to somehow muster the strength to carry on or else her family would be ruined. There was no way she could explain this to Trent. He would leave her for sure and take the kids with him, especially after everything that happened in Vegas. As much as she hated it, she would have to submit completely to the girls.

"Please, please don't do it. I'll do whatever you want. I p-p-promise." The desperate housewife begged.

Ashley offered in a menacing tone, "Don't worry Aunt De. As long as you complete a series of assignments that we have planned for you today, we'll give you the master tape of your lesbo performance and all the copies at the end of the day. But if you fail even one of our test be prepared to be the talk of the town." What did these two care anyway – its not like they were going to have to hang around for the embarrassment. Being from out of town – and only a once or twice a year visitor had its advantages.

"Now, are you going to be a good little slut for us? Or should we just save our time and send out your little performance so everyone in your life will know what a complete cheating lesbo whore you really are?" Stacy threatened.

"No please, I beg you. I promise I'll be good." De Ann nervously answered.

"You'll be a good little what?" Stacy asked.

"I promise I'll be a good little slut ~ Mistress." De Ann answered with her head lowered in humiliation.

"Good. Now the first thing you need to do is to get rid of that bush," Ashley ordered. "You have fifteen minutes to shave your nasty cunt and ass. I want it completely bare and absolutely no fuckin' stubble."

De Ann felt so dirty as the water washed over her. Yet, when the shower spray struck her breasts for the first time De Ann realized that her nipples were incredibly erect, sticking straight out and hard as well as very sensitive. De Ann soaped herself carefully and as her hands brushed over her breasts, she let them linger recalling how the two girls touched her breasts. De Ann soaped and rinsed two or three times trying to feel clean again.

Finally satisfied, she sighed as she soaped up her pubic hair and slowly shaved it off. She placed her foot on the edge of the tub so that she could shave her labia. Following her instructions exactly, De Ann then took a mirror and placed it on the floor of the tub, squatted over it and proceeded to shave her ass. Once done, De Ann ran her hand over her pubic mons and ass to ensure that it was smooth and free of stubble. Her fingers lightly touched her clit which sent sparks through the confused housewife.


She was surprised to find that her clit was also erect and hard. Not often since her college days had De Ann masturbated, but she was tempted to do so now, in the shower. As she lightly touched her clit trying to sort out her urges she heard Stacy's voice coming from downstairs. This snapped De Ann back to reality and she quickly exited the tub and dried off. De Ann just barely got her robe on when Stacy walked into the bathroom.

Stacy violently jerked the robe off her petite aunt and pinched De Ann's nipples making them even harder. De Ann winced in pain, but did not dare to protest. Stacy led De Ann by her nipples to the edge of the bed where Stacy had laid out De Ann's clothes for the day.

"I thought we would wear one of your 'showoff outfits' today ~ Auntie slut." De Ann was shocked to see only a very short light red plaid 'schoolgirl' skirt, a pair of sheer white panties, and a white cotton tank top that would leave most of her midriff exposed, showing off her flat stomach. And to finish off her outfit Stacy handed her a pair of sandals with straps that had four inch heels. 

She slithered into the skirt and felt the air on her bare cunt. She then slipped on her panties. De Ann almost felt like she was naked under her skirt but somehow the veil of nearly transparent white fabric made the view of her now hairless pussy seem even more naughty than if she hadn't been wearing any panties at all. With no hair let to hide them, her pussy lips were clearly visible, and if you looked very closely, you could even see her pink little asshole. A surge of strange sexual excitement washed over De Ann as she realized that the girls were probably going to show off her bald pussy when they got to the mall.

Next the humiliated housewife struggled to pull the cotton tank top down over her ample tits. The white top clung to her breasts and highlighted her nipples perfectly. De Ann bit her lower lip as she could see the white flesh of her breasts poking out the sides of the skimpy tank top.

"Now what should we do with your hair?" Stacy pondered as she stood her aunt in front of the bathroom vanity for several minutes looking at her hair from several angles. She finally decided that a ponytail would be the appropriate look to complete the naughty schoolgirl look. She gathered her aunt's long, straight, blonde hair up in the back, wrapped an elastic hair band around it to hold it in place, and finally tied it up with a small white bow. Stacy had to admit that the whole outfit looked very sexy indeed.

"We're going shopping." Stacy announced and headed for the bedroom door expecting De Ann to follow.

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The girls opened the doors of their Ford Explorer and motioned for De Ann to get into the back seat. "But first," said Stacy, "let's get that skirt off, missy, panties too."

"Oh, no, please don't make me do that Mistress Stacy," De Ann whined since she was not expecting such exposure to possible public eyes.

"You just don't get it, slut," said Ashley. "Have you forgotten that little video we have of you? What will Trent and the kids think? And all your friends? I can pretty well guess what all the perverts on the Internet will think when they see that sweet innocent little face sucking pussy, complete with your name, address, and phone number. You'll be the most popular MILF around. It'll be like you're a dog in heat and they just opened the doors of the kennel!" Ashley was just cruel enough in her description to get the ideas rolling in the pretty housewife's mind.

De Ann shuddered at the gross image, and sagged in defeat. It was only she and her nieces in the driveway, so she slipped off her shoes, then her skirt, then her panties. She felt horribly exposed and vulnerable outdoors, so she quickly climbed into the backseat of the large SUV. After all, she couldn't let her neighbors see her this way, and luckily none of them appeared outside or near her house.

"Might as well do the top, too, stupid slut," said Stacy.

De Ann struggled with, but removed the slinky tank top "Please, may I ask a favor Mistress Stacy?" De Ann meekly squeaks.

"Sure, slutty fuck face," said Stacy.

"Would you just not call me horrible names? All this is bad enough, but could you just not call me names?" De Ann whined.

"Awwwww!" the girls jeered in unison. "Poor little De Ann got her feelings hurt! Maybe you should have thought about that before you stuck your tongue up that dykes cunt."

Stacy climbed into the driver's seat. Ashley got in on De Ann's right. The nude housewife was very aware that her young nieces' eyes were drinking in her tight hard body. The morning air was chilly, and her nipples had sprung to attention again, further betraying her, making it appear she was sexually aroused.

"Put your hands behind your back. Without even thinking, De Ann leaned forward in the back seat and placed her hands behind her. In a flash, Ashley pulled out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed her wrists. Her arms were now pinned back at the shoulders, her hands trapped.

"Stop! Oh God please, take them off!" De Ann shouted in panic.

"Shut up!" yelled Ashley. "Listen, auntie slut, and listen good! If we get stopped by the cops, or if anything happens to us, in any way shape or form, whether it's your fault or not, all of us have had it. So if anything happens, we will mail the videos out and posts them on the Net. So it's in your fucking best interest to make sure that we don't get caught! Got it, bitch?" Ashley was enjoying this game so far – her sister is usually the instigator and she would follow along, now here she is doing to bossing around to an adult no less.

De Ann nodded. She was feeling horribly numb again. The logic was inescapable.

She was trapped as the toy of these vile girls and could do nothing about it.

"Let's get comfortable," said Ashley. She grabbed De Ann's naked right leg and pulled it into her lap. She then crossed her legs over her leg, trapping it. 

The result, even before Stacy had started the Explorer, was that De Ann was nearly immobilized in the backseat. Her hands and arms were cuffed behind her with the weight of her body leaning back against them, and her legs were spread wide and held pinned by her sides. She squirmed and wiggled, but could do nothing. She also noticed, for the first time, that the windows of the girl's vehicle were darkly tinted, and no one could possibly see inside.

"Here we go," Stacy said, starting the SUV and pulling out of the driveway.

Ashley's right hand shot out and grabbed a hold of one perky nipple and started massaging it.

"Oh God, stop Mistress Ashley!" shouted De Ann. Ashley kept up her manipulation of the nipple, which was growing harder.

Ashley reached around with her left hand and started to tickle the underside of her breast, while inching her right up until it reached her bald pussy. Ashley, who only days before thought it was gross to be with another woman, was weighing De Ann's breast flesh in her hand – bouncing it and flicking her fingers across her eraser-like-nipples. 

"Oh, please, I can't do this!" De Ann wailed. It felt like the teen's fingers were everywhere on her naked body.

"Fine, then, little lesbo-bitch," said Stacy. "She doesn't want us to touch her, Ashley, so it's back to name-calling."

"No – it's alright – she can play with me!" De Ann resigned.

The flustered housewife knew this was just a horrible game to them, but maybe if she got through she could at least have that small victory. She steeled herself against the roaming, prodding hands of her mistress as the young 18-year-old explored her writhing naked body.

She couldn't help herself. Ashley's hand had drifted down to her pussy and she had plunged a delicate long finger deep inside her. She hadn't realized she was still slick with juice from all this excitement, and Ashley's finger quickly slid all the way in. The poor housewife's hormones started to flow. She could feel herself starting to get horny as Ashley pulled her finger out and plunged it back in, finger-fucking the perplexed mother.

Suddenly Ashley leaned over and kissed her neck, right behind the ear. No woman had ever kissed her there, and it sent a shiver of delight through her pulsating body. She didn't cry out, but she wanted to in the worse way. She knew if she showed how turned on her body was – they would take even more advantage of her. If only she could stay stoic in the SUV, they might get bored.

Ashley's finger continued to frig in and out of her pussy, making her feel better and better. Ashley also continued to kiss her neck, which felt incredibly good. Then Ashley placed her thumb against her clit and began to rub.

"Ohhhhh, Mistress Ashley, please, stop, stop, don't do this to me!" she cried out. She felt so alone, so exposed, so humiliated. Her mind was confused, but her body wasn't. Every inch of her was responding to the caresses and touches of her niece who had her pinned down in the backseat.

De Ann tried to compose herself, but then Ashley bent her head down and placed her mouth over her erect nipple and started to tongue it, while she pushed a second finger up inside her.

"Uhhhhhhh," De Ann moaned. Her head rolled back against the seat, her eyes closed. She was lost in a delirium of overwhelming sexual desire.

"You want her to keep doing this?" Stacy asked while watching the action from the rearview mirror.

"Oh, God, I don't know," moaned De Ann. "No. Don't. Stop!"

"Don't stop?" asked Ashley with a nasty smile. Her fingers were churning inside the tormented woman, her thumb expertly manipulating her clit, which was now pink and throbbing. De Ann's hips started rotating, almost without her knowing it, as she thrust her pelvis forward into Ashley's hand, while the young girl continued kissing her hard little nipples.

Her body had taken over, and she was inching closer and closer to orgasm. She moaned; thrust her large firm breasts out, humping her pussy frantically against Ashley's fingers.

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" she cried out. She teetered on the verge of a powerful orgasm.

"Whoops, here we are!" called out Stacy as she turned into the shopping mall. "Time to look sharp."

Ashley immediately pulled herself off of the writhing, humping housewife.

De Ann didn't know what had happened. Her eyes were tightly shut and her mind was only concentrating on the feelings that were surrounding her flesh. One moment she had been on the brink of cumming, suddenly everything had suddenly stopped.

"Please?" she asked plaintively.

"Please what, auntie slut?" asked Stacy, teasing.

"Please don't stop what you were doing," she said softly. If her hands hadn't been cuffed behind her, De Ann thought, she would have finished herself off right there in front of them. God, everything had felt so good. Her heart was pounding, she was shaking and sweaty, she wanted to cum so damn bad!

"I don't think so," Stacy ordered.

"Pleeeeeeese," begged De Ann.

"Let's hear what you want," Stacy said briskly, turning around to face her sister and captive in the back seat.

"I want to, you know," De Ann said. She knew they knew. She was beyond shame, she decided. She had to cum. "I want to have an orgasm," she begged. "Pleeeeeese Mistress!"

"Maybe later," Stacy said coldly.

De Ann lifted her head and opened her eyes, and looked right into the lens of the video camcorder. Stacy, had a camcorder setup in the front passenger seat of the Explorer, and had been taping her the whole time.

"Smile," her niece mocked, "you're on Candid Camera."

De Ann wanted to cry. They had MORE video of her. They had her humping on the young girl's hand. They had her moaning and begging to cum. When was this all going to end? It was so different being with Candice or Raven since they liked to use her hypnotic trigger phrase to keep her in line. These girls just used their words and actions to subdue her.

"Let's help her get dressed," Ashley added. De Ann was still horny and wanted to cum so badly, but she had no choice, with her legs still trapped and her hands cuffed. She wasn't going to be allowed to cum just yet, and she still had to endure whatever they had planned for her in the mall.

She looked out the darkened SUV window and could see the bright lights of the mall in the distance.

"And just to remind you, you must pass 'ALL' of our little tests for you today, you little slut-monkey," Stacy mocked her from the front seat as she stowed the camcorder in her shoulder bag.

"Yeah, stupid bitch," added Ashley. Then pulling De Ann close enough to whisper in her ear, "This is gonna be a shopping trip you'll never forget, slut." 

The terrified housewife shuddered, partly from the lust that still boiled in her hard pulsating body, partly from pure fear.

Stacy smiled diabolically. De Ann, stunned at how much trouble they were going to cause, just looked down and bit her lip. The girls helped her back into her clothes.

"Your tits are so perfectly perky you should never wear a bra, slut," said Stacy. "They'll get more bounce that way when you walk. Guys like that!" Finally De Ann was dressed and they all got out of the SUV. She realized she had no idea where they were, that during the long ride of torment she had been paying attention to what was being done to her in the backseat rather than where they were going.

"Where are we Mistress?" she asked.

"This is the Galleria Mall," said Ashley, "About 30 miles away from town. We figured there's a lot less chance of being spotted and recognized here than if we went to the mall back in town. Last thing any of us needs is to be spotted hanging around with the world's nastiest skank, particularly when she's doing what you're going to be doing here."

"Please, Mistress, I'm begging you, can we just go home?" De Ann implored. She was trembling with anxiety, and still a little lustful from being brought so close to orgasm by Ashley and then stopped on the brink right before her climax. But their veiled threats to make her 'do stuff' rang in De Ann's ears and floated in her mind

"Of course not, bitch. We've gone to a lot of trouble to set this up," said Stacy. "Now listen carefully, because once we get inside, I don't want to have to be repeating these directions for you over and over. You can make this simple, or you can make this complicated. The simple way is you do exactly what we say for the next couple of hours, no questions, no tears, no trying to alert mall security, and after a couple of hours, we go home and when the evening is over you get the lesbo video back. The hard way is you give us any shit, or fail to follow our instructions precisely. If that's the case, then we start to send out the video. We'll probably be able to add a few more minutes onto the video with the great footage you just provided on the way over here.

De Ann was numb. Her nieces whom she had played with since her they were young children were so far gone from those days. They held such unbelievable control over her, that they could come up with a plot to expose herself or maybe have sex with someone in this mall. De Ann's mind was spinning and her gaze was that of a deer in headlights, as she contemplated all the things they might have in store for her. She certainly didn't want to open her mouth to ask questions – what if a question sparked their cruelty? 


The Vegas Adventure Ch. 14-17



Stacy snapped her fingers in front of De Ann's face bringing her out of her private thoughts "You understand so far?"

"Yes Mistress Stacy," De Ann said quietly.

"So you're going to get yourself some new clothes today, stuff you can wear from now on. Here's how it will work. We'll see something in a store window and tell you what we want you to get. You go into the store, and one or both of us will go in with you, but we will pretend like we're not together. You don't acknowledge us, we don't acknowledge you. But we'll be keeping an eye on you to make sure you keep our deal. You try on the item or items and make sure they fit. Whether you like them or not is irrelevant. If we're doing our job, you'll probably hate 'em, but tough shit. You take them to the cashier, who we'll have scoped out in advance, and who will be male. Tell him you want to buy this, but you don't have any money, and could you pay for it instead with a blow job." Stacy paused to watch her reaction.

The color drained from De Ann's beautiful face. "What?" she shrieked, forgetting where she was. "I can't! I won't! I'll scream for help!" They were asking her to offer oral sex to strange men in a shopping mall. She has never stooped to anything so sluttish in her life. She had not been raised this way. How could they possibly expect her to do this? 

"You scream for help, Auntie slut," said Ashley, "and out go the tapes, complete with name, address and phone number. By the way, isn't Trent up for a promotion at work? We better make sure we add his boss, and his boss's supervisor, to the list of recipients.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" shouted De Ann, holding her hands over her ears as if she could block out the torture. "I'll do it, I'll do it!"

"That a girl," said Stacy. "So as I was saying, you offer the clerk or the cashier or whoever the blowjob. Maybe there's a backroom you can use, maybe a dressing room, maybe you have to go to the mall men's room and find a stall." Stacy had the most evil look in her eyes as if she could just see all the action that would happen before it did. Then she continued "Picture that, auntie De Ann, the cock-teasing queen, down on her bare knees on a men's room floor, swallowing a stranger's jism. It will certainly be in your best interest, once you get started, to make it nice and quick. Suck his cock, swallow his cum, and meet back up with us." Stacy pinched De Ann's nipple through the tight tank top just as an added measure of getting her Aunt's attention. "Simple as that," she concluded.

De Ann could barely speak. She started to hyperventilate in panic and outrage. She wanted to cry, or run, or kill these girls. None of those was an option. She looked left and right, no where to run. It took a minute or two before she slowed her breath down and resigned that her only option was to do as they told her.

"Give me your purse," ordered Ashley. She took the housewife's small purse and gave it to Stacy, who stuffed it into her shoulder bag with the video camera. "Now you have no money, no charge cards, no ID. You're not De Ann, spoiled little housewife any more. You're the Blowjob Skank of the Galleria Mall."

Chapter 15 *** De Ann exposes herself ***

De Ann's ponytail is bouncing up and down as they enter the mall. Her skirt is so short that it almost allows the very bottom of her ass cheeks to be seen when it hangs straight down, and she was quite sure that it's even more revealing when it flips up and down as she walks. She looks down at her tits and reluctantly confirms that her nipples are clearly outlined by the thin, white cotton of her tight tank top. 

Numerous people glance at the flirty housewife and she can tell she's making an impression. A group of teenage boys at the video arcade stop to watch her as she walks by with her head and pride lowered in shame at the lewd display she is putting on. 

Suddenly the embarrassed housewife feels a tug on her shoulder. As she stops her momentum, Stacy whispers in her ear. Upon hearing her instructions, De Ann winces, catches her breath and steadies herself for what she must do.

Halfheartedly, the scantily clad housewife stops and smiles at the boys outside the arcade. Then she turns so that her back is facing them and she slowly bends over to fix the strap on her sandal. Her skirt hardly covers her cheeks when she's standing, but when she bends over, she knows that she's giving them a completely unobstructed view of her nearly bare ass, although they're probably a little too far away to see the wet spot on her panties. With crimson colored cheeks, De Ann looks back at them between her legs. As she expected, they're staring at her cute butt under her thin white panties. As ordered, she just slowly fixes her strap and pretends that she has no clue of the show that she's giving them. Finally, after she's given them a long, lingering view up her skirt, she stands up, and continues walking away from them. She then turns her head, looks over her shoulder, and smiles at them again, leaving them to wonder if she did it on purpose or not.

"Great job auntie slut," Ashley sarcastically praises, "now just stand here and smile at anyone who makes eye contact with you while we wait for Stacy to run a little errand.

De Ann didn't know what her nieces were up to, but the mischievous look in Ashley's eye send a cold chill right down her spine.

Just across the courtyard Stacy walks into a Fredericks of Hollywood shop. She wants to find something really naughty to complete the debasement of her aunt. She quickly scans the store to see what she can find. To be perfectly honest though, she knows exactly what she's looking for - crotchless panties! Fredericks has a great selection of these naughty under garments, and the store often has styles that aren't available through the mail order catalog. She walks to the back corner of the store and sure enough there's a whole rack of crotchless panties.

Stacy takes her time and checks them all out, one by one, finally selecting a lacy white pair with little red bows and a sheer black nylon pair with "Please kiss my pussy" embroidered on the front just above an embroidered picture of a cat. "I think that qualifies as naughty!" Stacy exclaims.

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"Let's go," said Stacy jauntily, and De Ann and her nieces started walking through the mall. The sexy housewife felt a strange sensation, surprisingly rather pleasant as she sauntered after her young nieces. She was still wet from her masturbation session and the finger-fucking in the back of the Explorer. She couldn't believe how horny she felt as her body continued to betray her.

Their next stop in the mall was an upscale shoe store. Stacy, who was clearly running the show, told her to stop, and the housewife and her nieces all looked in the store front window.

"I kinda like that pair there," said Ashley, pointing to a pair of sexy black open-toed pumps with 5-inch stiletto heels. The price tag in front of them read $99.95.

"Nice choice, Ashley," said Stacy. "But do you think a blowjob even from a smokin'-hot babe like auntie slut here is worth $100?" There was no one else standing nearby, and the girls were talking about her like she was some sort of street prostitute! De Ann burned with shame.

"Oh, easily," said Ashley. "I'm sure she lacks a certain expertise, but just look at those lips."

"OK," said Stacy, turning to De Ann. "Go in there and get those shoes. You know what to do. We'll be watching you. And do exactly as you've been told, or the whole world gets a special video treat starting tomorrow."

The frightened housewife swallowed hard. Her stomach felt like lead. She slowly walked into the shoe store. Why oh why did she have to do this? If only she could figure a way out of this predicament – but she was at a loss to come up with anything that would appease the two teenagers.

"Hi, excuse me," she said to the salesman. He was a middle-aged man: a little dumpy, dressed in polyester, no wedding ring. His pin on name tag said Peter.

"May I help you, miss?" His eyes glittered as he took in the ravishing housewife before him.

"I'd like to try on that, uh, pair of shoes in the window," De Ann said nervously, pointing.

After De Ann gave her size, the clerk went to get a pair from the window, and she sat down. Stacy and Ashley had entered the shoe store and were standing at a display, pretending to be engrossed.

Peter returned with the shoes and tried them on her feet. De Ann stood up - Whoa!

They were by far the tallest heels she had ever had on. She swayed precariously and grabbed the clerk's shoulder for balance. He grinned and quickly slipped his arm around her waist, as if to steady her, but actually just to brush up against that firm hot flesh.

"Take a few steps and see how you like them," the clerk said. He was so engrossed in De Ann that he hadn't even noticed the two other 'customers'.

De Ann took a few wobbling steps. Normally a petite five foot, she felt like an Amazon in the shoes. She could feel the muscles in her legs moving differently than they ever had before, stretching and pulling. The heels changed the way she walked, she realized, causing her to thrust her pelvis out, arch her back to maintain her balance. She was starting to walk more like a provocative slut and less like the normal run of the mill housewife she still desperately wanted to remain.

As she wobbled around the store, getting used to the high heels, her large, lovely breasts bounced more than usual in her tank top. Freed of their bra, the nipples rubbed against the cotton fabric and the stimulation began to make them erect. Soon her nipples were poking straight out through the shirt, with no bra to hold them back.

She walked back to Peter and spoke to him in a low voice. "Can I talk to you privately, please?" she whispered.

Jeez, thought Peter, what's up with this chick? The middle-aged clerk saw her nipples poking out, obviously braless, and now she was coming on all husky-voiced. He took her by the elbow and steered her toward the back of the store, with De Ann hobbling and wobbling along, trying to keep up.

"I, uh, mister, uh," she stammered. She could barely make herself speak the unspeakable words. But her two tormentors were still in the store, stealing covert glances at her, and she knew what the penalty would be if she didn't follow through: not just humiliation in front of her friends and family, but Internet postings of her name and address that could get her stalked and raped.

The beleaguered housewife forced herself to do what she must. "I don't have money for these shoes, but I really want them," she blurted out. "If you'll let me have them, I'll, uh, you know..." She stopped again.

"No, I don't know," said Peter, but his cock was beginning to get an idea. It stirred in his slacks. What was this little slut up to?

"I'll, uh, make you cum."

"Yes!" thought Peter. "Thank you Jesus!"

"I think we can work something out," said Peter. "Excuse me, ladies," he shouted at the two girls hovering in the front of the store. "I have to close up for a few minutes. Out ya go!"

Stacy and Ashley exchanged smiles and willingly left. Peter slid the glass front of the store closed and locked it.

"I'm all yours, little lady," he leered. "Now more specifically, what did you have in mind?"

"Can we go in the back room?" De Ann said quietly, close to tears.

Peter steered the trembling housewife into a backroom, and unbuckled his belt. His pants fell to his ankles, and De Ann could see the outline of his erection throbbing in his jockeys.

De Ann took a deep breath. She could either drag this out and take all night, or get it over with and get home, safe in her own bed. There was only one way out. She dropped to her knees in front of the clerk, pulled his shorts down, and engulfed his cock in her warm mouth.

"Oh yeah, baby, suck that rod," the salesman said. "You can have all the shoes you want anytime you want, baby."

It didn't take long for De Ann to figure out what to do. The salesman held the sides of her head and started sliding his cock in and out of her mouth.

"Use your tongue, baby, and lick the underside," he ordered. She did, running her pink tongue along the bottom of his shaft and then around its thick purple head.

"Oh yeah, baby, that's it."

De Ann felt the cock moving in and out, sometimes pushing so far into her mouth that she almost gagged. She didn't even think to use her hands, and it didn't occur to Peter to tell her, because it wasn't necessary. Peter had had two blowjobs in his entire life, and all of them from hookers, and to have a sexy wife and mother come into his store, drop to her knees and start sucking him off was beyond his wildest sexual fantasy. He felt the sperm building in his balls.

On her end, De Ann felt the head of Peter's cock start to swell. He was pushing in harder and faster now, and his grip on her head tightened. Her knees hurt from the concrete storeroom floor, and her humiliation knew no bounds. She wished the earth would swallow her whole.

"Here it comes, slut!" shouted Peter, and suddenly the cock in her mouth erupted, shooting stream after stream of thick white jism onto her tongue and straight down her throat. She started to spit it out, but remembered somehow in the back of her mind her orders were to swallow, so she started gulping.

It had been more than a week since Peter had masturbated, and he had a huge reserve of salty semen for the kneeling beauty. She swallowed over and over, eight, nine, ten times, and finally Peter's cock was quiet.

She arose from her kneeling position awkwardly, stood again on the high heels. She used her left finger to wipe off any of the stray semen that was around her lips and then plunged that finger into her mouth to succulently lick it off in front of the storekeeper.

Peter pulled his pants back up. He could not believe his luck today. He was even thinking about not coming to work – make an excuse. Thank whatever providence that allowed him to instead show up and earn this great memory. "Could I interest you in another pair of shoes?" he asked with big shit eating grin.

"God no!" De Ann blurted. Now that she had followed her orders, she wanted to get out of the shoe store so badly she could scream. She walked quickly toward the front of the store and Peter, reluctantly, let her out. As he watched her walk away, he wondered if this was where those letters to the editors of Penthouse came from. And here all along he thought they were made up!

As soon as De Ann left the shoe store, Stacy fell in right beside her.

"I see you got the shoes," she noted with approval. "Nice job. Now let me smell your breath."

De Ann was too dazed and befuddled with all the demands and orders that she didn't even pause to wonder about the strange request. She opened her mouth and exhaled.

"Ah yes, the smell of cum in a slut's mouth," Stacy said quietly. "Nothing quite like it."

De Ann had no idea what her niece was talking about. She just wanted to get this horrible trip to the mall over with, but her nieces were just getting warmed up.

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"The next thing that we need to do is find a ladies room so that you can put on some of the naughty new things that I bought for you. There's a restroom right behind the food court so let's head off in that direction." Stacy ordered.

"I'm so excited to show off your freshly shaved pussy and pretty new panties as quickly as possible, so get your cute little ass in there and change into these." Stacy instructs as she hands De Ann the shopping bag from Frederick's. "Then I want you to come out to the food court and ..." Stacie whispers into De Ann's ear as she presses her purse into her tentative grip. Ashley watches her aunt's face go absolutely pail as a ghost as her sister explains her next test.

In the back of the food court, near the restrooms is a booth with two young couples. De Ann heads toward the ladies room and shyly smiles as she passes and enters the restrooms.

Five minutes later the visibly shaking housewife emerges from the ladies room. She's still wearing the same top, skirt and sandals, but now she's also wearing a garter belt and white, seamed stockings. She also put on the white crotchless panties from Fredericks. She pulled the stockings up as high as she could, but even so, her skirt just barely managed to cover the tops and if she bends over even slightly, anyone who's looking can easily see the creamy skin of her tanned thighs above the lacy bands at the top. For some reason that she can't explain, wearing stockings always makes De Ann feel soooo sexy and naughty.

Gathering all the courage that she can muster, De Ann gets close to the booth holding the two couples and begins fumbling through her purse as though she's looking for something. When she's right next to them her purse suddenly slips from her hand and falls on the floor, spilling the contents everywhere.

This all appears quite accidental in spite of the fact that she dropped it on purpose. As she bent down to pick up the scattered contents of her purse she smiles an embarrassed smile at the two couples in the booth. She gets on her hands and knees and positions herself so that her butt is facing directly at the two guys who are sitting on the outside seats of the booth while she picks up the scattered contents of her purse. De Ann is no more than two feet from the edge of the booth though, so she's close enough to hear one of them gasp as she bends over and she realizes that her white crotchless panties are staring him in the face. De Ann was humiliated as she considered the thoughts that must be going through his mind at that moment. There's no doubt that the cheeks of her ass are completely visible and she's sure that the tan lines from her bikini are visible framing the cut of the skimpy panties that Stacy was forcing her to wear. De Ann could feel her body betraying her once again as the wetness between her legs continued to spread. She could only hope that they couldn't see the expanding wet spot on her panties.

There are still lots of items scattered on the floor, and the self-conscious housewife takes her time gathering them up and putting them back in her purse. To her dismay, she notices that her lipstick has rolled quite a distance away and she will have to stretch to retrieve it. As she stretches her legs spread so that her newly shaved pussy comes into full view covered only by the thin veil of sheer white fabric that outlines her puffy labia. Because she's so close to them, there's no doubt in her mind that they can also see the wet spot on the edge of her crotchless panties, which surrounded her labia so eloquently.

Mortified, De Ann looks back over her shoulder, and as she expected, she found all four staring at her with open mouths. It took another minute or so to pick everything up and put it back in her purse and as far as she could tell, they continued to stare at her the whole time - even the two girls. When everything was safely in her purse, she stood up, looked over at them and smiled another sheepish grin. The two guys looked like little boys who had just been caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

Stacy snatched her aunt's purse out of her hands and then possessively patted her on the ass, "I just knew you'd make a great slut." De Ann's head fell in shame.

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"I found some nice clothes over at the Gap," said Ashley as the three walked along.

"Lead on," Stacy joyfully replied, and soon De Ann found herself walking into the Gap.

"There's a pile of clothes I gathered up in the far right rear corner," Ashley whispered to De Ann. "There's six items. Take the black skirt off the top, try it on in the dressing room, and wear it out. Get the other clothes and find the clerk named Ralph. Make him your offer."




The Vegas Adventure Ch. 14-17



De Ann found the pile right where Ashley had assembled them, took them into a dressing room and stripped off her skirt. She pulled out the black skirt and was puzzled - surely it was way too small! Her hips were not wide, but they were certainly voluptuous and full. No way could she ever fit into this!

She pulled the skirt up and found it was made of Spandex, and stretched to fit. She tugged it over her thighs, up to her waist. Jeez, this sucker was tight! But finally it was in place.

The black Spandex skirt was a micro-mini. When De Ann looked in the dressing room mirror, she couldn't believe her eyes. It clung to her like a large black rubber band. That's practically what it was, anyway. It came down to just two inches below her crotch, and the bottom moons of the cheeks of her ass were half an inch away from being plainly visible.

Still, she knew what she had to do. She pulled the black high-heeled pumps back on, gathered up her old jeans and the other new clothes and went off to find Ralph.

"Just get through this, just get through this," she kept telling herself.

Every person in the Gap stopped what they were doing and stared at the stunning housewife as she strolled through the store. Inside her white tank top, her unfettered breasts bounced freely, showing off the hint of darkness around each nipple. The micro-mini clung to her ass and crotch as it if was spray-painted on. Her stocking clad legs were magnificent. And the high heels made her walk with a hooker's strut, rolling her hips and pelvis. She looked like she was auditioning for a Penthouse video.

"Yo, babe, check it out. Nice walk!" called a black teenager. De Ann ignored him. When she approached the check-out counter, she spied the clerk named Ralph. This one was much younger than her, maybe about 18, and not bad-looking. He wore khakis and a polo shirt, and was decent enough looking.

"Hi," she said. "I need to talk to you privately for a minute." De Ann pretended to be a normal customer instead of a woman being controlled like a puppet by her two nieces.

"Sure thing, ma'am" said the boy. De Ann's stomach fluttered a bit. He had a sexy voice, and kind eyes, and she was horny, and she knew what she was going to do to this boy in just a few minutes, and that thought, somehow, made her hornier. What had been sick and disgusting back with the shoe store clerk did now seem not so terrible. If only she could get off too! But that would take more time, and she didn't want to upset the girls.

"I want to get that stack of clothes I left up on the counter," she told Ralph once they were in a corner, "but I, uh, my purse was stolen." She didn't know why she lied, she just wanted to think of some way to save face. "So maybe I could do something real nice for you in exchange for the clothes."

Ralph looked the sweet housewife up and down. He knew he would get fired if he was caught, and he wasn't sure what she had in mind, but he had to find out.

"There's an employee men's room in the back," he said. "Follow me." He marched through a curtain and De Ann followed him into the men's room, where he turned and locked the door from the inside.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Ralph asked.

"No, but I have to," De Ann answered honestly.

"You don't have to do anything," Ralph said. "If you want to trade clothes for sex, I won't say no, but wouldn't it be nicer if we went somewhere and made love properly? Then you could come back and I'd give you some clothes. I mean, this is kinda tacky," he concluded, gesturing at the squalidness of the men's room.

"I know," said De Ann. Her mind was reeling. This boy was actually very nice. He said things like "make love" where all the other men just talked about sucking their cocks. She knew Stacy and Ashley would be waiting outside, waiting to smell her breath and degrade and debase her further. She steeled herself, reached out a hand and unzipped Ralph's khakis.

"I'd love to chat," she said, trying to sound nice, "but right now I just have to give you a blow job."

Ralph had tried to do the right thing, but he was, after all, a teenage boy, with a hot woman squatting down and unzipping his fly and pulling his dick out with her tender fingers. He sprang to life, hard as a steel bar, and knew he wasn't going to be offering this little slut any more alternatives.

De Ann leaned forward and placed her lips around the head of Ralph's prick. "Ohmigod!" the boy moaned softly. "You are so sexy!"

Pleased at the compliment, De Ann reached a hand into his open fly and began to fondle his balls. Her pussy was suddenly leaking a trickle of juice that ran down her thigh. Her clit was throbbing, and she thought about reaching down with her other hand, and masturbating while she sucked the teenaged boy. But she forced herself to focus.

Even though this was much nicer than her previous blow jobs, the goal was to get the event over with.

The blonde housewife pulled her mouth off the engorged dick, then stuck her tongue out and swirled it over and over the head. Ralph moaned and leaned back against the bathroom wall. De Ann leaned forward, her gorgeous red lips open wide, and ran her mouth all the way down onto his cock as far as she could manage. His kinky pubic hairs tickled her nose. She pulled back, then started bobbing her head up and down, faster and faster. Her hand seemed to be on automatic pilot, rolling his testicles around in his scrotum. She could feel them start to inch upward and his scrotum tighten as his orgasm approached.

"Oh yes, ohhhhh yes," the boy moaned. De Ann's pussy spasmed slightly. She was so damned turned on. She had never been this horny in her life. She reached down with her free hand without even thinking, and started rubbing her exposed pink clit with two fingers.

Suddenly, Ralph's cock exploded into her mouth, pulsing out wave after wave of hot boy semen. She started swallowing dutifully, and kept working her clit, faster and faster, approaching her own climax.

Sated, Ralph pulled his cock from the girl's hot mouth with a "pop" as the suction of her lips was broken. The blowjob was over, but she still hadn't cum! Without the cock in her mouth, she was suddenly very aware of who she was and what she was doing: squatting on a men's room floor masturbating furiously in front of a total stranger! My God, she thought, what was happening to her. She pulled her hand away from her sopping wet crotch, and the spell was completely broken. She had once again come so close to an orgasm, only to fall short.

Ralph was zipping up his pants. There was nothing for De Ann to do but stand up and smile, weakly.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," blabbed the lucky Gap clerk. Boy, would he have some story to tell his friends! He wished he had a Polaroid camera to take a picture of this vision of loveliness, dressed like a total whore, standing in front of him with a tiny dribble of his semen at the corner of her mouth.

"You're welcome," was all De Ann could manage as her well-bred manners automatically took over.

"Can I have your phone number?" Ralph asked. "I could call you..."

De Ann thought it was wonderful that he was still acting as if they had met in the food court after a basketball game, but she was in enough trouble and wasn't about to give her number to a boy who thought she gave out blow jobs all the time. She declined, scooped up the clothes, stuffed them in a large Gap bag that had been left in the restroom. She then slid off the painfully tight black spandex mini-skirt and replaced it with her red plaid schoolgirl skirt before beating it out of there without even saying goodbye.

Ralph stood forlornly and watched her go. Just a moment later, Ralph looked up to see a statuesque brunette exit from one of the stalls holding a camcorder in her right hand.

"Thanks for the great performance Ralphy Boy. You have no idea how helpful you've been." Stacie exclaimed as she quickly made her exit.

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Click click click went De Ann's heels as she walked quickly along the tile floor of the mall. Swish swish went the round globes of her ass under the short plaid mini, back and forth, mesmerizing every male in the mall. She saw Ashley coming toward her. Ashley smiled when he saw the Gap bag in her aunt's hand.

"Well done, little slut." She smiled a toothy grin. "Now sit down while we wait for Stacy and I'll explain your final mall assignment."

De Ann found a sudden surge of hope. Was this awful nightmare really going to come to an end? She braced herself as her young mistress explained her final task. As Ashley outlined her requirements De Ann felt a sense of despair spread through her mind that extinguished any semblance of hope that she had felt only moments ago.

"No, please...anything but that." De Ann begged with tears forming in the corner of her heavily made up eyes. "I just can't, that would be....too embarrassing...someone might see...I can't...please."

Just then Stacy came bounding around the corner. "I see you've explained to our little slut what she has to do to make amends."

"Better get to it auntie slut. Remember if you don't make us proud, we will ruin you forever," Ashley laughed as she and Stacy left their scared aunt standing alone outside the food court.

Chapter 16 *** De Ann's last assignment ***

De Ann felt sick, but she knew she had no choice. She glanced around nervously and started to head out of the food court looking for the right candidate to assist her in her twisted mission. Soon she found a relatively secluded area at the far end of the mall where there were two benches facing each other. There's a man, probably in his mid 40's, and not bad looking at all, sitting on one bench reading a newspaper. De Ann stops a short distance away and takes a couple of minutes to formulate a plan and gather every ounce of courage that she could muster. 

She's still standing some distance from the man on the bench. Slowly an idea develops as to how she can accomplish her mission and when she has the basics worked out she takes a seat on the bench across from him. 

The uneasy housewife is carrying bags from the GAP and Fredericks. The first thing she does after sitting down and placing her things on the bench beside her is to accidentally knock all her packages off the bench, spilling her purchases on the floor. The guy looks up and sees her and she can tell instantly he is very interested in the provocatively dressed schoolgirl sitting across from him. He gets up off his bench and comes over to help De Ann pick up the items that she's spilled and without paying much attention to what he's doing, he picks up the pair of sheer white panties. When he realizes what he's holding, he blushes as he hands them back to De Ann. As she takes her panties from his hand she purposely swirls the silky fabric against his palm with her middle finger for a fleeting second before she starts to withdraw them from his gentle grip. As she does this, she can feel his grip tighten almost imperceptibly although it's quite likely that he isn't consciously aware of what she has done. As her panties slip through his fingers she looks right into his eyes and gives him a cute, but embarrassed smile as she thanks him.

"You're welcome" he says, and as he smiles back at De Ann, she sees it in his eyes immediately - that special look of lust that says there's something very special about her panties and he really doesn't want to give them back. At that moment she knows she's found the man that she's looking for to complete her awful task.

After watching her panties slowly slip through his fingers he turns and quickly returns to his seat and begins reading his newspaper. Or at least he's pretending to read the newspaper. Every time De Ann nervously looks in his direction he's actually looking over the top of the newspaper obviously trying to look up her skirt. He's trying to be discrete about it, but every time she looks up she catches him looking at her legs before he can divert his eyes back to his paper. De Ann smiles somewhat mischievously because she knows that he won't be able to keep up this charade much longer.

She takes everything out of her shopping bags so that she can rearrange it all after the spill. She glances at him out of the corner of her eye and finds him staring at all the naughty items she's purchased. De Ann looks closer and she thinks she can see a bulge forming in his pants.

Slowly the sexy housewife holds up each item, visually inspecting them to make sure they haven't gotten dirty before putting them back in the shopping bags.

First up is the pair of sheer white string bikini panties. Using both hands, she holds them by the strings so that as they hang there in front of her face. There's no mistaking the shape for anything other than a pair of sexy women's panties. First she inspects the front for signs of mall dirt, then she turns them around and checks the back. She's holding them right in front of her face and because of the sheer fabric, she can see her newspaper man right through them. As she suspected, he's now watching her with great interest and she decides that it's time to give him a little more to look at. She casually looks around the area to make sure that there are no other people nearby and finding no one to disturb them she crosses her legs. As she does, she sees his eyes widen and they are now glued to her. She turns sideways ever so slightly until she's sure that he can see the lacy band at top of her stockings, the garter holding it up, and the deeply tanned skin of her upper thigh. A perfect view, for the moment at least.

De Ann continues with her inspection by holding the crotch of the panties in her left hand while she holds them up close to her face, still searching for dust or dirt. With her right hand she manages to brush away some imaginary dust and place them back in the shopping bag. 

Next she performs the same ritual with the light pink panties. Newspaperman's eyes haven't moved, but he now appears to be having trouble deciding whether to look at her stocking-clad leg or the pink panties that she's holding only a foot in front of her face. Inwardly De Ann grimaces as she decides to take her teasing to the next level.

Finding no imaginary dirt on her pink panties she puts them back in the shopping bag and picks up the sheer black crotchless panties with "Please kiss my kitty" embroidered on the front. As she picks them up she tentatively uncrosses her legs and shifts her position on the bench. She moves forward so that she's sitting on the edge of the bench and as she does she slowly spreads her knees so that they're several inches apart. Now he can see directly up her short skirt to the tops of her stockings and tanned inner thighs. De Ann shudders as she realizes that he should also be able to see her new white crotchless panties, but her legs are still close enough together that he probably can't tell that they're crotchless ... yet.

Feeling self-conscious and very naughty, De Ann holds up the black crotchless panties so that the "kiss my kitty" lettering is facing him as she inspects it for signs of dirt. Again she holds the panties by the side straps so that they hang down directly in front of her face. The combination of the suggestive embroidery and the missing crotch makes it very obvious that these are not ordinary panties and she wonders if newspaperman has ever seen such naughty panties before. When her inspection is complete she slips the panties into the Fredericks bag.

At first she appears very intent on reorganizing her shopping bags and she appears to be paying no attention to him as his eyes drink in the exposed curves of her body. This makes him bolder and she can feel his eyes staring at her legs. Then suddenly she looks up at him and catches him completely off guard, staring at him. He is totally embarrassed at being caught and he's so nervous that he actually drops his paper. The anxious housewife gives him a sexy smile and goes back to rearranging her shopping bags and drinking a soda that Stacy had given her. 

When all the items are back in the shopping bags she takes a drink, leans back on the bench and sigh as she puts the straw in her mouth. She looks over at him and he's smiling at her, no longer making any effort to hide the fact that he's watching. De Ann smiles back at him and begins sucking and licking on the straw. She runs her tongue all around the straw very suggestively and then puts it in her mouth and expertly sucks on it. 

By now the bulge of newspaperman's cock is easily visible in his pants and he looks around to see if anyone is watching him. He puts his newspaper in his lap and begins touching himself very discretely, but De Ann can tell exactly what he's doing. She smiles trying to silently tell him that she approves of his behavior. To further encourage him, she then spreads her legs a little further apart and watches his eyes bulge as he sees her bald pussy peeking out of the crotchless panties. 

She then decides to really torment him and she picks up her packages, acting as if she's about to leave and causing his face to go pale. But at the last minute she stops as if something has suddenly come to mind. She walks over to him and ask him if he would watch her packages for a minute while she goes to the restroom. Obviously he says yes - anything to keep this sexy creature from leaving for good. She bends over right in front of him to put her packages on the floor and as she does, her cute little ass is no more than a foot from his face. She wiggles her butt back and forth a little bit and she can feel him staring at her shaved pussy. He can probably see that it's dripping with excitement she's so turned on. De Ann smiles at him again and walks off to the restroom. 

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Stacy nudged Ashley as they observed their aunt's lewd performance from across the courtyard. "Ohmigod! You're getting all this on tape aren't you?"

Irritated by her big sister's nagging Ashley snaps, "Of course stupid. I can't believe the old nag is actually doing this. You're a genius sis, I never thought she would go this far. She must be a slut a heart."

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When De Ann returned she had the white crotchless panties in her purse with just a bit of them hanging out to ensure he knows she'd taken them off. She sits down, thanks him for watching her packages and begins to seductively suck on the straw again. She looks around and no one is watching her so she slowly opens her legs and puts one foot up on the edge of the bench so that she's totally exposed to him - nothing but smooth shaved pussy and no panties to impede his view. Strangely she finds herself getting so excited and wet that she knows her entire pussy is glistening because she rubbed her wetness all over her pussy while she was in the restroom just to make sure he would be able to see how wet it was. 

Newspaperman has given up pretending that he's reading the paper and even though no one else can see him, De Ann can see that he's rubbing his dick under the newspaper while he stares at her pussy. She looks right into his eyes, smiles at him again, as his hand continues to stroke himself. She continues to suck on the straw wrapping her lips around it and lowering her mouth on it as if she were sucking his cock. Her nipples are hard and easily visible through the tight tank top, but his eyes seem fixated on her pussy. She allows a small amount of her drink to dribble out of her mouth and drop on her top just above one of her nipples and then she takes her finger and tries to rub it off. Now he's looking at her nipples and instead of trying to rub off the spilled liquid, De Ann begins pinching her nipples through her top while she continues to smile at him. Her head rolls back slightly, her eyes close and a slight moan escapes her lips. She opens her eyes, looks right at him again, and then she asked him if he would mind helping her. He hesitates at first, but quickly gives in to temptation.




The Vegas Adventure Ch. 14-17



He takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and with his hands shaking in anticipation he walks over to help the lovely damsel in distress. His erection is clearly visible in his pants and he makes no effort to conceal it. He approaches her cautiously and he's obviously not quite sure what to do. De Ann looks into his eyes and smiles while licking her lips seductively. She looks down to watch what he's doing and her pony tail falls forward and touches his hand. He gasps in surprise but wastes no time taking the cloth and gently rubbing her nipple in a futile attempt to remove the wet spot. De Ann's nipple hardens even more under the touch of his fingers and she whispers to him that she likes what he's doing. He's standing in front of her and without the newspaper to cover him she can see a big wet spot in the front of his pants. De Ann is surprised to find that it turns her on to know that watching her has excited him so much. She looks at the spot on his pants, then she looks right into his eyes and he blushes. She thanks him for helping her clean up and he sits back down, shaking rather dramatically.

The determined housewife looks around again to make sure that they're still alone and she puts her foot back up on the bench and opens her legs even wider than before. He puts the newspaper back in his lap and starts rubbing his hard cock even more intently than before as he continues to stare at her glistening shaved pussy. By now she's watching him just as intently as he's watching her. She reaches down between her legs and slides two fingers into her dripping pussy, when they're coated with her cream she brings them to her mouth and licks and sucks them while she stares into his eyes.

De Ann's admirer is going crazy rubbing his hard cock through his pants and she can tell that he's probably going to cum soon, but she has one last surprise for him. She takes the crotchless panties out of her purse, slides them under her skirt and begins rubbing them on her exposed pussy, getting them all wet with her juices. She can't believe how naughty she's being ... and then she has an even better idea. Slowly she begins poking her panties into her pussy with the tip of her finger. Her admirer's eyes go wide and he begins stroking his cock harder under the newspaper. She continues pushing her panties into her bald pussy until they're completely hidden from view and then she looks right in his eyes and gives him a huge smile. He can't believe what she's doing, but she's got one last surprise for him. Ever so slowly she slides the panties out of her pussy. Inch by inch, they're dripping wet and she brings them to her face and inhales deeply, smiling at him as she does.

He's going crazy rubbing his cock with one hand while trying to hold the newspaper with the other hand. Suddenly, to his complete surprise, De Ann tosses her wet panties into his lap. He's startled at first and has to stop stroking himself while he grabs her panties, but he hardly misses a beat as he quickly brings them to his face and inhales the sweet scent of her pussy. Her hands go back under her skirt and she begins stroking her clit with one hand and fingering her pussy with the other. She can tell that they're both about to cum. 

She looks around one final time to insure that they're still the only people in the immediate area. He never takes his eyes off her hairless pussy and her dancing fingers.

By now he's so horny that discretion is a thought from the past and she sees him unzip his pants under the newspaper and now she can see his cock . With his other hand he slips her panties under the paper and wraps them around his cock and continues stroking it harder and faster. They're staring into each other's eyes now, both on the verge of cumming.

His eyes alternate between staring into her hazel eyes, and staring at her shaved, wet pussy as her fingers perform their magic.

De Ann's eyes are glued to her wet panties wrapped around his hard cock while his hand pumps furiously. She's so excited and she can't wait to see his cum shoot all over her panties.

Suddenly she watches his legs become very rigid and his eyes seem to glaze over. His face contorts and she can see the head of his cock visibly growing in size. She knows he's about to cum and she feels some dark need to watch. She tickles her clit with her left hand while she continues to plunge two fingers of her right hand deeper into her pussy. She's so wet that she can hear her fingers making slurping sounds as she pumps them in and out of her totally exposed shaved pussy. 

As soon as the head of his cock begins to bulge, signaling his impending orgasm, he unwraps De Ann's panties from his cock and holds them in his left hand. Without missing a stroke he continues pumping with his right hand but now he's holding her panties right in front of his cock, about two inches away. She realizes that he's doing this so that he can shoot all his hot cum right onto her panties and not miss a drop. This excites De Ann even more and she can't take her eyes off her panties and his cock as she builds toward the orgasm that has escaped her all day.

The speed of his strokes slows now, but the intensity increases and she knows he's going to cum. She can see the precum dripping from the tip of his cock and with each stroke his hand smears it all the way from the head to his balls, lubricating the shaft. His strokes are slow and deep. His thumb and index finger are wrapped tightly around his shaft, stroking slowly from the base, up his thick shaft, stopping just under the head where they seem to linger momentarily before reversing direction. With every stroke the head of his cock swells even more. 

De Ann knows she's finally going to orgasm and she can't wait to see his cum shoot all over her panties. Her fingers plunge even more furiously in and out of her dripping pussy, and she adjust the rhythm of her fingers to match his powerful strokes.

De Ann can't help but think to herself that this is the wildest thing she's ever done. She can't believe she's sitting on a bench in a semi-secluded corner of a major shopping mall masturbating her freshly shaved pussy in front of a man she's never met. He's about to cum on her panties. She should look around to make sure that no one is watching them, but she doesn't want to take her eyes off his hands. 

His eyes start to close, but he fights the urge and forces them open as he starts to cum. De Ann can see it almost as though it were in slow motion. The noose created by his thumb and index finger tightens and strokes up under the bulbous head, and just as his fingers start back down, the first shot of cum explodes from the head of his cock. 

It lands right on her panties and she start to cum with him.

Instantly, the tingling sensation in her pussy that has been building all day turns into the first wave of a massive orgasm. She has to fight the urge to close her eyes. But she wants to watch him shoot his hot cum all over her panties.

Another slow, powerful stroke of his fingers and he shoots another huge shot of thick white cum. Again she watches it land right on her panties and her pussy throbs as a second wave of orgasm washes over her.

It's all she can do not to scream out loud, but somehow she manages to control herself and hardly any sound escapes her lips. Her fingers are drenched with her pussy juice and she can feel a small stream running down over her asshole and onto her skirt. Slowly she removes her dripping fingers from her pussy and she smears her juices all around her lips and her hairless mound, until her entire crotch is wet and glistening. 

Her eyes are still glued to his beautiful cock as another blast of cum drenches her panties for a third time and she plunges her fingers back into her pussy as her orgasm continues.

His aim is perfect. With every up and down stroke of his hand, another shot of cum lands on her panties. Her eyes never leave his cock and as each shot of his cum soaks her panties, she feels another shudder of orgasm surge through her hungry pussy. 

Slowly the intense waves of pleasure subsided and are gradually replaced by a warm, glowing, tingling sensation between her legs, followed by a slow return to reality.

Suddenly they are both conscious of their surroundings again and they quickly attempt to straighten themselves up. De Ann smooths her hair, straightens her skirt, and pulls up her stockings and she looks relatively normal again. He discretely pushes his cock back into his pants and zips them up and if it weren't for the fact that he's holding a pair of crotchless panties, covered in cum in one hand, he'd actually look pretty normal too. He looks at the sexy housewife very appreciatively but not knowing quite what to do with her panties, he tentatively hands them back to her.

De Ann smiled a crimson smile as she took her panties from his hand. They're soaked with his cum. And with that, he turned and walked away.

Ashley quickly stowed the camcorder in her sister's bag as her and Stacy gathered their pet.

"Ohmigod," Stacy cooed, "I had no idea what a total skank you were."

As her words cut through her, De Ann's head sank into her heaving chest. The girls had carefully timed the day's events, and knew that if they left the mall now, and drove quickly back home, they'd have about a half hour before the kids were due home from school.

"Wow that was hot" Ashley whispered to her older sis.

"You think that was hot? I can't wait until you see what I've got in store for Auntie Slut and Uncle Trent tonight," Stacy ecstatically replied.

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Candice had come by De Ann's house not once, not twice but three times to find her not at home that day. On the third visit, she naturally let herself in the house with the key that De Ann had given her friend long before all this hypnosis stuff happened. On the pretense that something was wrong with De Ann, Candice checked in every room and did not find her pretty little pet. What was most disturbing was that De Ann had not taken her cell phone with her that day. Candice had even gone as far as calling it – only to hear it ringing in the phone battery charger on the shelf next to the monthly bills and discarded newspapers. De Ann was no where to be found, and Candice had such plans for her obedient pet that day. The built up frustration that Candice experienced was then passed along to Raven who tried to settle her apprentice down. 

"We don't get to have our pet all the time – but I agree we should punish her for leaving and not telling you or I where she was going, or what she was doing. I have an idea that will be amusing as much for De Ann as it will be for you and me. I think that you should get what you have been after all this time – Trent – her fine 'little' husband, and I think I have just the way to do it." Raven told Candice on the phone.

"What – What do you have planned?" Candice eagerly asked.

"There is someone I think she should meet. I know just how to get her all excited and be our willing playmate. You can tell her that she needs to come with you to workout tomorrow morning, and I will have my plan in action by then. Remember, if she refuses you, just use the trigger phrase to make her obey." Raven explained.

Candice left the house, but pinned a note outside on the door "DE – CALL ME – 555-1122 WHEN YOU RETURN" 

Chapter 17 *** Trent's painful Blowjob ***

De Ann didn't say anything on the way home from the mall. Everyone saw the note attached to the door as they got home, and De Ann called her close friend and neighbor before fixing dinner.

Candice started to complain about De Ann's absence, but De Ann only apologized and explained that her nieces were in town and that she had to spend time with them. Upon which Candice explained to her hypnotized pet "Pumpkin pussy eater – you need to go to the gym to work out tomorrow morning after getting the kids off to school and Trent off to work. If the nieces try to stop you, you will tell them to enjoy the morning – insist you have to stay in shape!" 

De Ann replied into the phone "Yes Mistress Candice!"

Between today with the teens, and Candice giving orders for the morning, she began to prepare dinner for her family but had a hard time focusing on the task at hand. When Trent came up behind her and slid his hands around her waist, it startled her to the point that she nearly burned herself on the stove.

"Damn, sweetness, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Trent sincerely offered his distressed wife.

Trying to compose herself, De Ann did her best to assure her husband. "Oh, Trent, I'm sorry I was just lost in thought that's all."

"Is everything okay? Anything we need to talk about?" Trent had noticed that De Ann's behavior had been getting more erratic all the time.

Pulling herself together, De Ann kissed her husband on the cheek and gave him a big hug. "Everything's fine Trent. Now, why don't you go upstairs to the game room and watch a little TV while I get dinner together."

"If you say so darling, just give me a holler when dinners ready." Trent offered as he made his way upstairs.

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"Your not going to hurt him too bad, are you sis?" Ashley asked her older sister.

"Now you know me, I'm going to have some fun and he'll survive. You just keep an eye on De Ann and the kids and keep them downstairs." Stacy instructed as she winked at her younger sister.

Ashley stomped her foot and let out a whine befitting a spoiled little girl, "Why do you always get to have all the fun?"

"Cause if you setup the camcorder like I told you too, we will both be able to use either Aunt De Ann or Uncle Trent as our personal play toys anytime we want." Stacy giggled as she thought about what was in store for Trent. Stacy pushed up her breasts in the confining t-shirt and made sure she looked just provocative enough to seduce the husband of the house.

"Yes, everything is taken care of; just make sure he's sitting on the couch in his usual spot and the camera will record everything." Ashley assured her.

"No problemo sis, I'll nail him to the spot if I have to." Stacy countered as she swung her shapely ass back and forth while she climbed the stairs leading to the game room.

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"Hi Trent, watcha doing?" Stacy cooed as she jovially skipped into the upstairs game room.

Trent tried to keep his focus on the football highlight flashing on the TV in front of him. But, despite the fact that Trent dearly loved his wife, he still couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of the female form, even in his teenage niece. He felt like a bit of a letch, ogling her while she sat down opposite him on a recliner, but that didn't stop his eyes from wandering.

"Nothing much, just watching ESPN. De Ann told me that you guys went shopping today. Did you have a good time?" Trent answered as he tried his best to keep his eyes on the screen.

Stacy giggled before playfully responding, "OhMiGod, we had such a great time at the mall. We found the absolute cutest outfit for Aunt De Ann. You'll absolutely die when you see it."

"Speaking of De Ann, were is she anyways." Trent queried just trying to make conversation as his eyes slowly started to betray him.

Sensing Trent's apprehension, Stacy made a point of looking out the window so that her uncle could gaze upon her unimpeded. "Aunt De and Ash are downstairs cooking dinner. They said they would be awhile and that I should come up here and keep you company because it might be awhile. I hope you don't mind?" Stacy was like a spider, inviting her prey to buzz around her web. Only this web was what Stacy was wearing, attracting the male form in its simplest tactic. 

Trent couldn't help but notice the skin tight t-shirt Stacy was wearing. She filled it out quite nicely. Her breasts were not overly big, but definitely larger than most of the girls her age. He could tell they were firm as hell, a nice handful each. Trent could also detect slight shadows right about where each nipple would be, and figured she wasn't wearing a bra. Below the waist, Stacy wore a tight denim skirt, and on her feet, delicious little white sandals. One leg was crossed over the over, bobbing up and down unconsciously. Her toenails were red. Her light brown hair was pulled back with a scrunchy into a ponytail. She had large brown eyes, and long lashes that she knew how to use to get anything her heart desired. 

Stacy picked up a magazine off the coffee table and pretended to be oblivious to her uncle's attention. Trent pretended to be watching TV, but really he just feasted his eyes on her delightfully nubile teenaged body. His eyes burned holes in that stretched t-shirt, and at the dark space where the hem of her skirt met her crossed thighs, trying to get a glimpse of the panties that were concealed just a couple of inches higher.

Wanting to reel in her prey, Stacy slowly uncrossed her long legs. She sat both feet firmly on the floor, almost a foot apart and almost nonchalantly slowly spread her knees, as if she didn't realize what she was doing. Suddenly, Trent could see right up her skirt and he could see the little white panties she wore, the fabric at the crotch that covered her tight little pussy. 

"God almighty! What a view!" Trent thought to himself as he considered that he was a happily married man and father and here he was staring at this little schoolgirl's panties, and loving it. Trent thought he could see the puffy lips that parted between the crack of her pussy as the white panties had ridden up on the young girl. He felt his cock springing to life as his eyes gazed upon the swell of her breasts and the womanly shapeliness of her legs. In his view at 19 she was, of course, just over being a minor, illegal, jailbait, and above all family but hey, he wasn't going to fuck her. Trent was just going to look at her. No harm in that, right?

Trent glanced around, and realized that the way they were positioned in the room, no one coming up the stairs could see what he was seeing, nor could they watch him peeping. So he relaxed and enjoyed the view. After a couple of minutes, he thought he saw her glance up from her magazine and look at him, but he couldn't be sure. A few seconds later, though, she scrunched down into her seat a couple of inches, which caused the skirt to ride up her thighs, exposing more of her tanned thighs to his hungry gaze. Yes, he could see how the panties tightly covered her pouting pussy lips, and he just gazed between her luscious thighs and wished he could cram his tongue in there and lick her until she climaxed.

Trent's heart was pounding, but the show was just starting. Stacy reached over to the backpack and pulled out a Tootsie Roll pop. She unwrapped the sucker, dropped the wrapper into her bag, and then slowly brought the sucker to her mouth. Trent was hypnotized. His eyes were probably bulging. Instead of just popping the lollipop into her mouth like he expected her to, she brought it up to an inch in front of her mouth, stuck out her little pink tongue, and took a long lick. Then she took another lick, and another, swiping her tongue along the round hard surface of the sucker. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.

Jesus, he had a hard-on. It felt like he had a crowbar in his pants. 'Was she doing this on purpose, teasing me? It was hard to believe a youngster like this, would deliberately tease a middle-aged relative. But how else to account for the panty peek, which seemed more and more obvious all the time, and the sucker show bored on obscene?' Trent thought to himself as he pondered what to do, or not to do. Meanwhile his eyes darted up and down, watching Stacy's mouth as she sensuously licked the sucker, then staring at her exposed panties. His dick seemed to be throbbing in time with his heartbeat.

Stacy's combination of innocent appearance and lewd licking was the biggest turn-on Trent had ever seen. But while he may enjoy looking, he was not about to approach her, not with his wife downstairs, not ever. She'd probably start screaming or something anyways. He pretended to watch ESPN, glancing out of the corner of his eyes, while Little Miss Mouth licked and licked and licked.




The Vegas Adventure Ch. 14-17



At one point, Trent thought he saw her look at him, a quick glance, followed by a secret little smile. But he thought he was probably just projecting his fantasies onto her, 'Like she's really going to smile to herself at being ogled by a middle-aged man.' On the other hand, this crotch-exposing and sucker-sucking didn't seem to be the actions of a girl oblivious to male attention.

Trent quickly realized that if his wandering eyes didn't give him away, then the ever expanding tent growing in his pants surely would. Looking around the game room, he spotted a blanket that he immediately reached for and spread across his legs feigning that the blanket was for warmth, rather than concealment.

Sensing that her prey was ripe for the picking, Stacy put her magazine down, straightened her skirt and walked over and playfully plopped herself down on the couch right next to Trent.

Trent couldn't believe how close his niece was to him. She was so close that he could smell her breath, a sweet smell of lollipops and fruit-flavored little girl lip gloss. Her face was only inches from his and for the life of him, Trent couldn't think up an excuse that would satisfy his wife if she were to come upstairs at this moment.

"Talk to me, please, Trent; I'm bored." Stacy pouted and blinked her long lashes.

"What do you want?" he asked her, while scooting to protect her from realizing her uncle was getting a woody from watching her just a moment ago.

"I want to talk. I'm bored. Surely you must find me more interesting than these stupid sports highlights?"

'Jeez,' Trent thought, 'I've got a major tease on my hands. Is talking all she has in mind? I sure hope so because De would absolutely kill me if she caught me flirting with her niece.'

Since Trent had not answered her, she then asked "Are you happily married, Trent?"

"Yeah, I am." He never batted an eye answering that question. It was the kind of question that someone would ask – like how are you? – to which most people expect the answer 'fine' they didn't want the truth – they wanted to feel good about it all.

"And how have you managed that? I mean most couples I know have grown apart over the years." Stacy giggled as she pushed even closer, twisting her body toward him and throwing her shoulders back just enough to force those taunt boobs to press even more against the tight t-shirt.

Trent sincerely answered as he tried desperately to end this conversation. "I guess it's because we were friends first. I guess that has given us a common ground to fall back on when things became kind of...routine."

"Ooh," she cooed. "So when Aunt De stopped being exciting for you, you still had friendship to fall back on. How sweet, but it looks like you could use a little excitement?"

Trent was embarrassed, and horribly, horribly turned on. That's not what he meant. But he was distracted by his cock that was trying to escape from his pants. He was so glad for the blanket, or Stacy would have been able to see it trying desperately to break free of the fabric restraining it.

Trent didn't answer her question. Stacy was silent for a minute, before she decided to take things to the next level.

"I saw you looking at me earlier." The teen blatantly stated. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. "I noticed you," Trent said, trying to play it safe.

"You did more than notice me," she said. Her voice was so soft, so young, and seemingly so innocent. "You were like scoping me out big-time, you know? If your eyes were lasers, you would have burned a hole in my panties. Then when my panties were like - all burned away by your laser- eyes, they would have like - started warming up what's underneath my panties. Are you interested in what's underneath my little panties, Trent?" Stacy knew what to say to tease boys – and it worked just as well with middle age men, in fact – when you take into account that they are not allowed her body, it makes even sweeter to tease them.

'Fuck me.' Trent thought to himself, 'What was this little harlot up to? She obviously was no innocent little schoolgirl. I need to change the subject and now.' "How old are you now? Didn't you just have a birthday?" Trent asked.

"I'm 19," she said. "I just turned 19 last week as a matter of fact." She cocked her head and her hand lazily played with her hair as she twisted it around her index finger. Soon, Trent would be twisted around her pinky!

"Jesus," Trent muttered, "you're almost young enough to be my daughter!" Thinking to himself that his comment should end this little game of sexual innuendo once and for all.

Not to be outdone, Stacy asked so sweetly, "Do you want to pretend to be daddy and daughter? I played daddy and daughter one time with a teacher at my school. He liked it a lot, I think." The grin on Stacy's angelic face was not to be out done as she gave the impression she was recollecting an incident with the guilty teacher.

"God no! I don't want to play daddy and daughter!" Trent blurted. I may be a pervert, but even perverts have their standards! His erection was suddenly in danger of diminishing at the sheer thought of sex with his niece.

"Then what do you want to play, Uncle Trent?" She made it sound so dirty. Trent had never wished so hard to be someplace else, anyplace else. If he didn't watch it, this little girl was going to get him into big trouble. 

Trent took a deep breath. He had to put an end to this. Any minute his wife could come wandering upstairs, and see him with her niece, and it wouldn't take a lot of brains to figure out something was very wrong with this picture.

"I want to go take a nap before dinner," he told her. Of course, he really didn't. He wanted to fuck the ever-lovin' shit out of young Stacy, ram his cock up her teenaged twat over and over until he filled her full of hot sperm. But he was a married man, with responsibilities, and he couldn't do that to De Ann, despite what had happened in Vegas.

"But I don't want you to go to sleep," Stacy said. "I want to play. Don't you want to play?" Stacy leaned into him – slightly trapping his shoulder to the couch.

Trent could still smell that sweet breath. She'd started leaning in closer and closer to him over the course of this conversation, until her face was practically touching his. When she exhaled, he could feel her breath on his face. His crotch was throbbing. He was trying to do the right thing, for God's sake, and this teenaged minx just wouldn't let him!

"OK, I'll be honest with you," she divulged. "I saw you checking me out, and it turned me on. So I put on a little show for you. Did you like my little show? I think you did, cause I could see something in your pants that made me think you liked what you were seeing." Stacy was peeling the blanket back uncovering his slacks and the bulge that was still prevalent in them.

"Yeah, but I just can't...dinner should be ready soon." Trent said, still trying desperately to change the subject. He was weakening to her advances. Who wouldn't? He was not in charge and while it excited him that a younger girl would still want him – she was one girl he couldn't and surely shouldn't have.

"I don't want to talk about dinner. I want to talk about what's going on in your pants. And I have a question for you, Trenty. Is the same thing going on now?" Acting innocent yet – totally in command the minx teased Trent even more.

And then Trent felt her hand. Her delicate hand was suddenly right on the front of his pants, touching his engorged cock. It lay there for just a second, and then she curled her fingers around it, through the fabric, and squeezed his dick. Her fingers coiled around his thick cock and loaded ball sack as if she was weighing them in her hand. 

"Oh, God," was all Trent could manage to squeek.

"Ooh, Trenty," Stacy whispered. "Are you normally like this, or is it because you're, you know, sitting next to a sexy young girl?"

"Stacy, please go back to your seat," he finally managed to rasp out. It was his last attempt at being the adult of the house. He just didn't realize where he was heading – lose here, and the balls that she was holding would be hers for eternity. If only he could see into the future and realize that allowing this temptress to have her way with him was just the start. Unfortunately he thought it would be an end.

"I don't think so, Trenty," she said. Her hand started moving, slowly, teasingly, up and down on his cock, still holding on, jacking him off through his khakis. "And I don't think you really want me to. Don't you want me to stay here and keep touching you? How about if I gave you a little hand job?" Stacy increased the tempo of her hand sliding quickly up and down his shaft. "Or maybe even something better than a hand job? How about if I pulled your dick out of your pants, and put my head under the blanket, and licked your big ol' dick the way I licked that sucker?" She licked her lips as if to mock the way she had been licking that sucker only minutes before. "And how about if I kept on licking until you spurted your sperm right into my hot little mouth?"

Well, fuck. Trent had tried to be strong, but this girl was eating through every layer of defense that he could muster. He tried to make himself think of his wife downstairs. He tried to think of the danger of the situation. But at this moment in time all he could think about was how desperately he wanted this girl with every fiber of his being. After all, she was the one who was advancing the game. And if 19-year-old Stacy wanted to give him a blowjob, well, he just wasn't going to say no.

"Yes, I would like that," Trent whispered to Stacy. "We just have to be very quiet with De Ann being downstairs."

"I thought you would come...around," she said, gleefully. "But instead of just pulling your dick out through your zipper, why don't you - like - pull your pants down? That way I can be more creative and you won't run the risk of your dick scraping against your zipper, you know? Don't worry, I'll be quiet, no one can hear." She had won so far – now to get him caught in the rest of the trap!

Once Trent had committed to going along with her, there was no stopping. He didn't even think about it. He unbuckled his belt, and slid his pants and jockeys down over his knees, all the way to his ankles. Instantly, he felt her hand on his now-naked cock. His cock was so hot and her hand was so soft and so cool. She made a gentle fist around the shaft and began to jack him slowly, up and down. Trent was so turned on, so churning with horniness, that it actually felt better than fucking. It was so dirty, such forbidden fruit, feeling this teenager's hand on his cock.

Then suddenly Stacy stopped. "Scuse me a minute, big guy, but I got something that will make this even better." Her hand disappeared, and he was aware of her bending over and rummaging around in her backpack. Soon she was back, cuddling up next to Trent, leaning in to him, and he smelled something. Coconut oil.

The bottle had a picture of a naked beaver shot – and it was called 'Edible Coconut Oil'.

"I'm told that it feels better with a little lotion for the motion," she said, and giggled again, that little-girl giggle that had sounded so innocent before but now sounded depraved. Trent heard the squirting sound and she gooped the lotion into her hand and then went back to massaging his hard-on.

Christ, that felt even better to him! The cool lotion, his hot blazing dick, all of it being done surreptitiously, under the blankets. Trent looked into Stacy's eyes and they were huge and danced with lasciviousness.

"I'll bet that feels, like, pretty good, doesn't it?" she whispered. She knew what it must feel like – she had teased many men in college this last two years.

"Oh, God, yes," he moaned, very softly, making sure to keep his voice down.

"I like doing older guys," she said. "I did a lot of the boys in my class, and they were kind of fun at first, but then I got tired of them. I seduced my math teacher, and once I found out how grateful older guys are, and how much they get off on doing stuff with a little girl like me, I concentrate now on doing men rather than boys."

"Are you a virgin?" Trent managed to rasp out. Up and down went her slick, slick hand, making a slight squeaking noise.

"No, I'm not a virgin, silly," she said. "It's not like I'm a slut or something though..."

Actually, Trent had just been thinking that a slut is exactly what she was. "I don't get it," he said. But this slut had his cock in her hand – so its not an answer that he should press to know the truth.

"Well, Mr. Happy here sure gets it," she said. Again, she giggled. Up down up down squeak squeak Stacy's little hand is jacking him off, getting him closer and closer.

"Do you want me to do something to you?" Trent asked, hoping maybe he could get his hand up under that skirt and feel what he was sure was the nicest pussy God ever made.

"No, I don't want your nasty old hands fondling me," she said, rather harshly, which puzzled him. But then her tone changed. "I'll just slip my panties off real quick. Ah...there we go. Once I start using my mouth on you, I'll have a free hand and I'll diddle myself."

Trent would have thought his dick was as hard as it could possibly get, but when she told him she was going to masturbate while blowing him, it got even harder. It felt like it was going to burst. His meat just pulsated and throbbed with every stroke of her hand.

"Whatever," he said, "just please don't stop."

And she stopped, and pulled her hand away. Damn, he had been so close!

"Why did you stop?" Trent asked, trying not to whine.

"I want to take it to the next level, Trenty. I want to put my head under your blanket and blow you. Would you like that?" The minx knew just when to stop her hand from letting his 5" dick from shooting its load – and now that she had him where she wanted, it was time to watch him squirm and beg!

"Yes, God yes, please blow me Stacy." 

Ahhhh the begging in his voice was music to her ears. "OK, but before I do that, you have to go along with my part of the game."

"What's that?" he asked.

"I want to tie your hands behind your back," Stacy said. "It turns me on. And when I'm turned on, I give a better blow job."

Well, fuck. Normally getting tied up is not my particular cup of kinkiness. Trent tried it once, years ago, and didn't care for it. But frankly at this point if Stacy had said she wanted to cut off one of his toes with a pair of pruning shears, he probably would have gone along with her. His dick was so hard it was starting to hurt, his balls were swollen and aching.

You know the old joke: God gave a man two heads, a little one and a big one, and enough blood so that only one could think at a time. Trent's little head was now doing all the thinking.

"OK," he croaked. "Tie me up."

"Cool!" she said. Reaching back into the backpack, this time she pulled out a pair of pantyhose. It was hard in the dark, but Trent crossed his wrists behind his back the way she instructed, turned so his back was to her, and she tied his wrists with the pantyhose. Damn, she did tie them securely. Trent hadn't been expecting such a thorough job. Looped over and under and through and tied off tight. Houdini himself couldn't have gotten out of those knotted hose.

Trent re-twisted and sat back down. Essentially he was sitting on his arms now, and knew they would go to sleep shortly. But then if he had Stacy sucking his dick he didn't care what happened to his arms.

His erection was starting to get uncomfortable. Her tiny little hand returned, this time rubbing lotion with her fingertips on the head of his cock, which felt like it was the size of a grapefruit! Those little fingers, all slick with suntan lotion, swirling around and around, the sensitive tip – oh it was such a teasing.

And again she stopped. Fuck, what was the deal, anyway. This time she reached up behind her head and pulled the scrunchy off her ponytail. For guys who aren't familiar with teenaged girls, the scrunchy is a pony tail holder made of cloth with elastic inside. She took the scrunchy and started rummaging around under the blanket.

Terrified, Trent quietly hissed "Hey! Shit! Be careful with those!" After all, he didn't want to draw his wife's attention. 

She was playing with his balls. He felt the scrunchy go up over his scrotum to the base, then she twisted it and wrapped it around a second time, like a rubber band. It wasn't too tight, and didn't pinch, but it had the effect of mashing his balls close together and down to the bottom of his sac. They were pressed together very tightly now, with no room to move around. Again, not his idea of fun, but once she put her mouth on him, all else would melt away.

"Are you liking this, Trenty? Do you like what I'm doing to you?" Stacy whispered. The smell of the gum on her breath mingled with the smell of the coconut oil coming from under the blanket. Teenage girl smells. Trent's cock throbbed as she continued to rub her little fingers around and around over the tip.

"I love it, Stacy. I love what you're doing to me." Trent couldn't help but love the attention that this young minx was doing to his cock. Although he could not see what she was doing under the blanket he could feel her brown hair tickling his crotch as she lightly played with his throbbing cock. 

"Would you like to call me dirty names while I do you, Trenty?"

"Oh, you little tease, you little slut. You are such a sexy little slut, Stacy." Trent tried to get into the name calling role play too.

"I told you, I'm not a slut, you asshole!" she hissed. Again, the sudden swing from being the most willing little girl in the world to being pissed off at him had thrown him off balance. Was this chick psycho or something? For God's sake, she'd asked him to call her names!

"I'm gonna have to punish you for calling me a slut, Trenty," she said. "I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to punish you real, real bad, you know."

And that's when the game turned. Trent tried to be stern with her, but the helplessness of his position was beginning to dawn on him. He struggled to adjust his hands from behind his back and at the same time started to explain "You're very sexy, Stacy," he said. "I'm sorry I called you a slut. I got carried away because you're so damn sexy."

"It's too late now, Trenty," Stacy revealed. "Let me tell you how this is gonna work. I'm gonna reach down and grab your balls in my hand. And I'm gonna squeeze

'em. I'm gonna squeeze and squeeze and squeeze until you can't stand it anymore.

And you know what, Trenty? You're not gonna do a thing about it. You're won't even attempt to make a sound."

Trent was starting to panic. What the hell kind of game was this? "I'll yell," he told her. "I'll yell for help."

"Oh no you won't, Mister," Stacy purred. She was back to being sexy-voiced now, and he could tell she was getting even more turned on by this stage of the game. "Think about it. If you make so much as a peep, I'll scream, you know? And I'll like start yelling that you were trying to molest me. And Aunt De Ann and the kids will come running, and everyone will come upstairs. And you know what they'll see? They'll see a middle-aged man with his pants pulled all the way down and a big stiff woodie waving in the air. They'll see your hands tied with my pantyhose, but I'll – like - tell everyone you stole them out of my backpack while I was asleep and they'll just assume like it's some sort of perverted game you were playing. And I'll be crying - and - like - sobbing that you lured me up to the game room and tried to make me touch your dirty old penis, you know? Stacy was showing her evil streak – she could be a dream come true – but she loved gaining power over others, and this was just another game to her. She knew today's society frowns on dirty ol' men and will naturally believe a pretty naïve girl.