0 comments/ 55870 views/ 6 favorites The Voice Ch. 1 By: deputy duffy Debbie Wilson closed the door to the large house that had been the home to her husband and two young sons for the last four years; she wiped a small tear from her eye. She had just said her goodbyes, which she always hated. They were off for a weekend trip to see her husband's mother, whom Debbie also hated. While Debbie would always cry when they left, she would cry that much more when they returned. Debbie finished cleaning off the breakfast table and started a bath. She relished the fact that she could take a hot bath and soak as long as she wanted, without feeling like she was robbing her young sons of their mother's attention. Debbie had grown up in a broken home and vowed, when she was a mom she would show her children what the word love meant. Debbie met her husband at work, she was his secretary and sparks flew, even though Debbie knew he was already married. She hated the thought of being the other woman, but she also felt she had found the man of her dreams despite their 20-year age difference. Seemingly she was right, as she had spent the last 8 years in a blissful marriage. Just as Debbie was about to enter the tub when the phone rang. Debbie's first instinct was to ignore it, but the thought of her husband and two kids flashed in her head. She slipped back on her robe, which covered her silky black nightie. "Hello," Debbie answered. "Good morning Mrs. Wilson!" A strong voice roared on the other end. "Who is this?" Debbie said a little alarmed, as the voice was unfamiliar and menacing sounding. "My name is Sam, and yours is Debra, but you like to be called Debbie." "I don't know any Sam's," Debbie interrupted, searching her memory. "You don't? Well maybe we should change that!" The voice said with an amorous laugh. "Man that was creepy!" Debbie cried, as she slammed down the phone. Debbie took one step, and then jumped the next, when the phone rang again. "Hello," Debbie said a little apprehensive. "Do you or me a favor Debbie, don't do that again, or you will be sorry." The booming voice was back. "Please stop it your scaring me!" Debbie cried out. "I know it's this voice box; it makes it a little scary." The voice boomed and Debbie concurred. "What is this all about?" Debbie managed. "I just want you to know that I indeed know who you are. Your 31 years old, married 8 years, two young sons, Preston and Joshua, one husband Stan 51, lawyer. Your parents both died when you were in your late teens, although you never really knew your dad. Your brother Wilson died of a drug overdose at his eighteenth birthday party." Debbie slammed the phone down, her heart in her throat, she had spent the last eight years trying to build a new life, and one phone call had brought her old life crashing back again. It only took one second for the phone to ring back again. Debbie's heart was in her throat, as the phone rang and rang. Debbie finally picked up the phone with trembling hands. "Please if you don't stop calling I am going to call the police!" Debbie cried, cursing herself for answering. "No you won't, because of the unknown," the voice shot back. "What?" Debbie again cried. "The unknown of what might happen if you do, and the unknown of what I want," the voice boomed. "What do you want?" Debbie managed. "For you to listen for a second and please don't hang up on me, it's so rude, and it's getting boring," the voice boomed. "Tell me!" Debbie screamed. "All right, but let me tell yah one thing first, your husbands a slow ass driver." the voice boomed. "My husband?" Debbie asked nervously. "That's rights we are on highway 97 just past exit 144," the voice shook, "Red caravan, personally I prefer black." "Why are you following my family?" Debbie cried. "I just wanted to let you know that we are watching, watching them and watching you." "Please you are really scaring me!" Debbie cried. "Well that's the point, if I were you, I'd be nervous as hell too. Why don't you sit on the sofa?" "Ok," Debbie said, still standing in the middle of the living room, "I'm sitting now." "Really, very good Debbie, test us to see if we can really see yah standing in the middle of your living room." Debbie dropped the phone and fell to her knees, spinning around, scanning the room, suddenly she felt flushed, like her face was on fire. It suddenly became difficult to breathe. Her eyes now focused on the phone now lying on the floor Her mind raced with questions, only the thought of this person following her family gave her the strength to reach over and pick up the phone. "I'm sorry I dropped the phone," Debbie mumbled. "It's understandable, but don't let it happen again, I'm the type of guy that loses my patience quickly," the voice boomed. "Why are you doing this? How can you see me?" Debbie cried, as tears slowly streamed down her face. 'Look no need for the water works, just do as you're told and your family will never even know we are here." the voice barked. "We?" Debbie picked up on. "Yes it's a we, but you will deal with me, for the weekend." "For the weekend?" Debbie mumbled. "Yes for this weekend you will do whatever I tell you over this phone and if you are a good girl and follow my instruction to the fullest, Sunday night when your family returns from grandmother's house, well you can return to your life, but if you don't, well I think you get the point." "Don't you fucking dare hurt them!" Debbie screamed. "Calm down, you have their futures in your hands." "Please their all I have," Debbie cried as she lost control of her emotions, for several minutes she babbled incoherently, tears pouring from her eyes. It took over fifteen minutes for Debbie too finally calm down. "Well at least you understand the magnitude of the situation, now listen up Debbie," the voice finally blasted. Debbie tried to dry her eyes with one of her sons T-shirts that he left lying around like he always does, and for once it came in handy. "Rule number one, is simple I give you an order, you comply, no questions or complaining." The voice barked, as Debbie tried to follow. "Rule two, you don't leave the house, in fact you don't leave the first floor. Rule number three is don't ever break rule number one or two, do I make myself clear," the voice barked. "Ah hah," Debbie mumbled. "Tell me what the rules are," the voice blasted. "One is to listen to you and follow you orders, and the other one is don't leave the house or the first floor," Debbie managed. "Good." "But I have a hair appointment at three," Debbie remembered. "I know call up Daisy and get her to come over your house instead," the voice barked. "Daisy how did you know, I mean I don't know if she will," Debbie said. "Did we already break rule one Debbie!" The voice hissed. "No, No," Debbie screamed, "I was just saying that, I didn't say I wasn't going to try." "Good now call her, just so you know I can hear what you are saying, so behave one wrong word and I disconnect you, in more ways then one," the voice said as it hung up. Debbie looked at the phone trying to gain her strength. Daisy had been her friend for a couple of years, she always cut Debbie's hair. Debbie's husband liked her hair short and loved the blond spikes, she had done last time. She dialed the phone and held her breath hoping she could talk Daisy into coming over to her house, as she usually cuts it at her own house, so she can also watch her five year old son. Debbie finally got a hold off Daisy after two tries, and the two talked for over twenty minutes as Debbie was doing her best, even lying about her car being broken down and needing her hair done for an important meeting, and she offered to pay double and pay for Daisy's sitter. Debbie got lucky as the next door neighbor said she would watch Daisy son. When Debbie said her goodbyes, the phone quickly called back. "Good job Debbie," the voice said, "now go into the bathroom." "Bathroom, but ah." "Debbie, follow directions," the voice snapped. "Sorry." Debbie rambled, on weak legs, into the bathroom. Her bath was getting cold, and her heart was pounding. "Now stand in front of the mirror," the voice said. Debbie's nerves were building quickly, as the unknown of the caller's intention were having their effects. Debbie stood in front of the full-length mirror that was next to the sink. Debbie used it to check out her outfits, and she had a little stool that Debbie used when she put on her make up. "Ok do your face up," the voice commanded. "You mean put make up on," Debbie mumbled. "Yes," Debbie started to put on her base. "This is a little hard I mean holding the phone in all," Debbie mumbled. "Just do it," the voice snapped. "I will, but could I ask something," Debbie asked cautiously. "What?" "My husband has a speaker phone in his office, the jack is just outside the bathroom door, it should reach," Debbie asked nervously. "Get it but be quick," the voice boomed. Debbie quickly returned with the speakerphone and plugged in the jack, finishing by putting the phone into it. "You still there," Debbie asked. "You bet, good idea Debbie now get back to work," the voice boomed, it even sounded more evil to Debbie, coming from the speaker phone. "Please can I ask one more thing?" Debbie mumbled. "Ok, but last question, so make it good!" The voice barked. "Do you promise that you won't hurt my family, I mean if I do." "Just follow my orders, and they never even know I'm here," the voice interrupted. "Promise!" Debbie screamed several times. "I give you my word," the voice finally bellowed. Debbie sat down on the stool and went back to her make up and then fixed her hair. When Debbie announce she was finished, the voice commanded her to stand up. Debbie moved the stool aside and stood in front of the mirror, her head not moving, but her eyes shifting back and forth. "Debbie look into the mirror and tell me what you see," the voice snapped. Debbie hesitated a little confused. "Describe yourself," the voice finally barked. "Ok, this is hard, where to start," Debbie said stalling, wondering why if the voice could also see her why would she have to describe herself, "I'm five, five, one hundred fifteen pounds, ah brown hair, with blond highlights, green eyes, ah is this what you want?" Debbie was now spinning around looking in all directions. She even tried to pry the mirror off the wall. "Ah ok I'm wearing a robe and slippers," Debbie mumbled. "I don't like slippers go to your bedroom and put on some high heels," the voice interrupted. "Be back in 30 seconds, Go." Debbie raced to her bedroom and grabbed her highest heels, a black pair, she hated them as they killed her feet, but she put them on and returned to the bathroom, all while in a state of perplex. "Ok I'm back," Debbie said a little short of breath. "Yes now what kind of shoes are you wearing?" the voice boomed. Debbie was looking at her reflection in the mirror. "Ah, there you know high heels, ah red ones," Debbie mumbled. "Hey I like red ones like Dorothy," the voice said, followed by a flutter of laughter. "Yah just like that," Debbie said, as she breathed a sigh of relief. She sat down on the stool and put her hands in her face. "Debbie," "Yah," she said almost laughing, "Stand back up," the voice barked. "Ah what the fuck," Debbie screamed, as her relief was short lived. "If you can see me, then how come you didn't know my shoes were black," Debbie hissed. "Just relax Debbie I don't want to spend an another fifteen minutes listening to you cry like a five-year-old," the voice boomed. "I can see you, just not as well as I'd like, but never mind that, now touch up your face again." Debbie looked around again, she figured the voice had to have a camera or something, but she couldn't find it. "Do it," the voice barked. Debbie fixed her make up, and was again standing in front of the mirror. "Ok, what color lipstick?" the voice boomed "Ah pink, it's pink," Debbie said, she figured the voice must only be able to see her in black and white, like those cheesy surveillance systems, in the convenience stores. "You sure this time?" The voice blasted. "Yah, I'm sorry about that," Debbie said hoping to smooth it over. "Put some gloss on them," the voice boomed. Debbie was a little puzzled that the voice knew so much about make up, and cared so much about hers. "Now what is under that robe?" The voice bellowed. "Please, ah I'm sorry, it's a black silk nightie," Debbie said, as she instinctively clutched the front of the robe. "Nice ok hang the robe up on the back of the door and stand back in front of the mirror. "Oh my god," Debbie whispered, as she slowly slid the robe off and hung it up, and was now standing in her black nightie in front of the mirror. "Slowly turn around," the voice bellowed. Debbie was frantic, how dare someone invade her home and now treat her like this, she kept saying to herself, only the thought of her family was giving her the strength to comply, as Debbie did a full circle. "Ok lean forward, hands on you knees; you're doing good Debbie," the voice teased. Debbie didn't know about that, she felt so pathetic, for playing along. "Ok Debbie slide the straps off your shoulders," the voice barked. "Please sir I'm naked underneath," Debbie snapped. "Don't you usually bath nude?" the voice asked. "I guess so," Debbie mumbled as she realized she was going to take her bath after all, only not a private one. "C'mon Debbie," the voice barked. Debbie watched her reflection, it was like she was watching someone else. Her nightie fell down over her breasts and slid down her body, gathering at her ankles. "Hang it up on top of the robe, and then back. Good job Debbie," the voice boomed when she was back in place. "Now I want you to describe yourself." the voice said. "I though I already," "Your body, describe your body!" the voice interrupted. "Please this is so strange," "Don't forget rule one Debbie," the voice bellowed. "I'm sorry but really," "No buts do it!" the voice shot out. "I'll try, I guess I have medium sized breasts, and a flat stomach, and my legs might be a little on the muscular side, and ugly feet." "Satisfactory, but I will help you out, what are your measurements?" the voice asked. "Ah last I checked, they were 34-23-34," "And what cup size are you?" the voice asked. "Ah a C," Debbie mumbled. "How about your nipples?" the voice asked. Debbie instinctively reacted to the question by putting her hands up to her chest. "Please this is embarrassing," Debbie mumbled. "Describe them now!" The voice boomed out. "Ok, Ok, they are a little on the puffy side, pink I guess, they don't get much sun." "I see that, turn around, you never said anything about your ass," the voice barked. "What about it," "Don't snap at me girl, from now on, no flip remarks and no crying, your starting to piss me off, look this is going to happen weather you like it or not." the voice shook. Debbie was just getting ready to grab her robe and get out of there. "Ah we finally made it to grandma's house," the voice bellowed, as Debbie's heart sunk. "The little one ran in the house, I think someone has to pee." the voice teased. "Please leave them alone," Debbie said as she fell to her knees. "I'm going to, if you start acting a little better, and not like a crybaby." the voice said. "I'm sorry really it's just," "Shut up, and get in the tub," the voice hissed. Debbie kicked of her heels, annoyed, she hated to be told to shut up, and in her own house, naked, while something watched her, and her family. Her blood was boiling when her foot hit the cold water. She tried to hide the fact that the water was cold and sat down in the water, thankful to have the soapy waters camouflage, if only temporarily. As she soaked she could here background music coming from the speakerphone. She closed her eyes as she racked her brain for a way out of this predicament, maybe she could slip a note to Daisy when she came over, or whisper something into her ear, she had to do something. "Ok stand up in the center of the tub," The voice barked, causing Debbie to jump. Debbie slowly rose from the now icy water; she instinctively covered her now rock hard nipples with her hands again. "Ok now wash yourself," the voice ordered. Debbie leaned over to pick up the wash cloth. "No cloth, just hands and soap," the voice snapped. Causing Debbie to jump again, that violation feeling running through her body again, as she realized just how good the voice could see her, even in the tub. She poured some liquid soap on her shoulders, quickly rubbing it into her arms and over her stomach, working quickly she splashed some water over her and announced she was done. "Debbie I'm disappointed, we must do better than that. Pick up the soap and poor some over your front." The voice hissed. "Please it's cold," Debbie moaned, but quickly pick up the soap, she squirted some over her breast and stomach. "Turn and face the mirror and watch yourself wash," the voice ordered. Debbie turned but didn't watch as she ran her hands back and forth over her breasts and stomach, which quickly became soap covered. Debbie leaned forward and washed one leg and then the next. She stood up and waited for the next instruction. "Rinse." the voice said, as Debbie was glad that this part was over. "Now just one more thing to clean, or two," the voice barked. "Please this is too much!" Debbie cried. "Put your left foot on the edge of the tub and wash between your legs," the voice boomed. Debbie stomach fluttered, it felt like she was going to be ill from the butterflies swirling. With tears streaming down her face, she ran some soap over her neatly trim pubic mound and began to work it in before running a hand in-between her legs, she tried to put it out of her head what it must look like, as she washed until she was told to turn around. "Just on more thing, wash your ass and anus, we must keep clean," the voice said, almost sounding playful. Debbie hung her head, as she applied more soap to her ass cheeks, working it in using both hands, and with one finally burst of courage, ran her fingers in between her ass cheeks and rubbed her anus. Finally when she couldn't take it anymore she sat down in the water to rinse. She sat in the cold water for several minutes trying to regain her composer. "Ok Debbie get out and dry," the voice said, breaking the silence. Debbie was happy to get out of the cold water, but not happy to lose the waters shelters. Debbie quickly wrapped herself with a towel and used another one to dry her arms and legs. "Ok Debbie now hang the towels back up on the rack, and stand in front of the mirror." the voice barked. "Again with that fucking mirror!" Debbie wanted to scream, but she bit her tongue. She did make herself a promise that when this was over she was going to smash that fucking mirror to pieces, maybe even before. "You must have some body lotion to rub in, have to keep that skin soft." the voice hissed. Debbie let out a moan, as she knew that soon she would be rubbing lotion into her skin, as it was slowly sinking in as to the nature of the acts that she was going to be asked to perform. She reluctantly did as she was told, not even surprised when the voice had her rub extra lotion into her breasts, and soon her body was basking in a shinny glow. "Grab some shaving gel and a razor," the voice boomed. "Oh great now I have to shave my legs in front of the mirror as well." Debbie thought, as she opened the medicine cabinet. The Voice Ch. 1 "Ok Debbie now lift your right knee on to the sink and shave around that pretty pussy of yours," the voice ordered. "C'mon what the, who is this?" Debbie cried. "Debbie do you want to take a chance?" "Take a chance?" Debbie moaned. "Yah take a chance, and disobey me." the voice shot. "This is just ridicules, why do I have to shave down there?" Debbie moaned. "It's itchy when it grows back." "I'm waiting Debbie," the voice snapped. Debbie looked at her reflection in the mirror, she looked down and placed her knee on the sink, it was more than a little uncomfortable, she quickly spread some gel around, and through blurry eyes, began shaving around her pussy. It wasn't the first time she had done this. She used to do it when she first met her husband, but stopped after they were married, and were going to have kids, as she didn't want her doctor to think she was dirty. Debbie used a face cloth to wash the remaining gel off, and she quickly pulled her knee down. "Now that wasn't so bad, check it out." the voice bellowed. "What?" Debbie cried. "Stand straight and spread them legs!" the voice shot. Debbie threw her hands to her hips and then with disgust spread her legs apart. With a clenched jaw, she ran a hand down her stomach and slid it between her spread legs, running it over her pussy lips; she pledged to fight off any pleasure from this act, as she felt around her pussy. She did this for several minutes remaining emotionless. "This is sick you know that!" Debbie finally cried out. "Ok I can see this isn't your thing, so lets get you dressed," the voice boomed. Debbie felt somewhat relieved as she washed her hands. Debbie picked up the phone and went down the hall to her bedroom, she was relieved to be somewhat covered when she returned some twenty minutes later, to the dreaded mirror in the bathroom. She looked at her reflection; almost glad that she wasn't leaving the house, because all her outfit consisted of, was a small white tennis skirt, and a purple silk half shirt with spaghetti straps that she usually only wore under reveling dresses. The outfit was topped off with her black pumps. All articles of clothing had to be approved by the voice, as Debbie had to change in and out of several outfits, before settling on this one. "I think you are ready now Debbie!" The voice boomed. Debbie shook her head, she still couldn't imagine what the voice had in store for her. The end of part one. Thanks for your time. What does the voice have in store for Debbie? Part 2, coming soon. Please be kind and vote. The Voice Ch. 2 "Now Debbie bring the speakerphone into the living room, and then open the blinds on the Bay window," the voice boomed. Debbie set up the phone on the coffee table and opened the blind, as the sun temporarily blinded her, it seemed like a perfect day outside. "Debbie look across the street," the voice boomed. Debbie focused her eyes, the only thing she saw was a large white box truck, parked across the street. "Ah, I don't think I see anything." "Do you see a large truck?" The voice asked. "Yah, a large white one," Debbie mumbled. "In a second, a large man is gunna step out of the van." Debbie watched as the door opened, she ducked down when the large figure dressed in black, flashed a wave. "What the!" Debbie cried. "That's my insurance policy," the voice hissed. "Please sir I have been good!" Debbie cried. "Really now, how many times did you break rule one already?" The voice hissed. "No sir I did what you said, eventually," Debbie pleaded. "Ok Debbie, but wait till I tell you your next task," the voice teased. "What?" Debbie said, as she watched the large figure get back into the truck. "Well it's Saturday and the paperboy collects no," the voice shot. "Well sort of, it's really the paperboy's brother; the paperboy is a still a little young to handle money I guess. What's this all about?" Debbie mumbled, as she was still somewhat shaken by the figure across the street. "Well today when he comes by, have a beverage waiting for the young man. What is he 18?" the voice said. "Yah, but I can't, not like I'm dressed!" Debbie cried. "You will and more." "What do you mean more?" Debbie snapped. "Today the paperboy gets the tip of his young life," the voice purred. "Wait a second, your not suggesting," Debbie mumbled. "I am sure when it hits you, in a second or two, we are going to have that waterfall again," the voice teased. "Fuck you and fuck your games, there is no way, and if you hurt my family I will spend the rest of my days," Debbie cried out, her voice trailing off, as she was now crying again. "When he comes over you will invite him in, and then right on the couch, you will seduce him, it shouldn't be that hard. You will give him oral and regular sex, and any anything else he wants," the voice barked. "Yah right, he is still just a kid," Debbie snapped. "Not after today!" The voice snapped back. "Now get you ass cleaned up and get ready, he will be around soon," the voice shot. "Oh right and when Daisy comes by this afternoon, I'll seduce her too." Debbie said, regretting it the second it left her pink colored lips. "You are finally getting it," the voice boomed. "I never, I mean, I can't cheat on my husband, and lezbo stuff, that's sick, and your sick," Debbie managed. "Never say never," the voice boomed and then added, "you will, or there will be no husband to cheat on." It took Debbie over ten minutes to stop crying and fix her make up. She was sitting on the couch, still not believing that she was even contemplating following the voice's perverse order. Debbie needed some reinforcement, she took a photo off the TV, of her husband and two children, and hugged it in her arms. "I'm sorry honey, please forgive me," she cried, when she heard the doorbell's powerful ring. She moved to the front door, took a deep breath and opened the door. "Ah hi Mrs. W, collecting," the young man chirped. "Hi Bret, come in for a sec, I'll get your money." Debbie said as she swung the door open, her heart in her throat. They young man entered, but stayed by the front door, as he was in a rush to get done and head to the ball field. "Ah Bret, have a seat on the couch, I will be with you in a second." Debbie mumbled from the kitchen, as she poured some cokes. Bret reluctantly sat down, looking out the window at the clear blue sky. Debbie sauntered into the room carrying two glasses. "I just thought you could use a little drink." "Thanks, but I'm kind of in rush, have too ah..." Bret started, until he realized he forgot what he was saying, as he examined Debbie's outfit. He never remembered seeing her dressed like this, in fact he didn't even remember being invited inside before. "I just thought we could chat for a sec," Debbie said, as she sipped her drink, her heart pounding, her face flush, it had been a long time since she had tried to act sexy. She was also still trying to make up her mind. Debbie looked out the window, and noticed the large figure leaning against the truck, arms folded. "Ah Bret," Debbie started, her voice trembling, " so how's the coke?" "It's good, but I have to go," Bret said, as stood up. "Please Bret it's alright my husbands away with the kids!" Debbie cried. "That's cool," Bret said, a little confused as he walked to the door. "Please you can't leave yet, I haven't paid you yet!" Debbie said, as she raced over and pinned Bret against the door. Bret spun around, he was face to face with Debbie, as she leaned her body into his. "Well I just thought you might like me," Debbie said, in her sexiest voice. "Your all right I guess," Bret moaned," but, please Mrs. W, what are you doing?" Debbie was pressing up against the young man; she didn't find him attractive in the least. Bret was a short man with hard features, so she tried to avoided eye contract, as she slid down his body. She started to pull at the young man jeans. "Please Mrs. W, stop that!" Bret cried. "Don't worry, don't be embarrassed, I will make it alright," Debbie said, on the verge of tears, as she struggled within, and with him. She finally got the young man's jeans open, as she had to keep batting his hands away. Reaching in his pants, she gripped his cock, it was already hard, when she pulled it out of his pants. "Ah nice," Debbie managed, as she lied a little, the young man had a smallish cock, but it was stiff as a board. "See does that feel good," Debbie purred, but didn't have to wait for an answer, as she was suddenly hit with a blast of cum, from the young man. "Oh man..." Bret gasped, as he looked at Debbie trying to wipe his cum from her eye. "I'm sorry really I didn't mean too." "Bret it's all right," Debbie mumbled. "Ah I have to go really, forget the money." Bret said, as Debbie again stopped him. "Please Bret you can do me if you want!" Debbie pleaded, as Bret pushed her out of the way, and opened the door. "Please Bret, do yah, ah... Do you want to see me naked?" Debbie screamed out as Bret made it to the front steps. Bret stopped dead in his tracts, turning around he looked at Debbie in stunted silence, as she waved him in. Debbie went into the bathroom to clean up, she washed her face and hands quickly. Looking at her face in the mirror, she wondered if she had it in her, to go back out there. "Ah Bret," she called out, somewhat hoping for a lack of response. "Here Mrs. W," she heard from the living room. "Oh man I have to tell him my first name," Debbie said, with a nervous chuckle, "ok Debbie you can do this, I mean, ten bucks he has never saw naked women up close before, they never forget their first. Plus you have worked so hard to keep your body in shape. She tried to build up her confidence, as she didn't want to break down in front of the young man. Debbie finally made her way back into the living room. "Sorry again Mrs. W." Bret mumbled as he looked down. "Don't worry, it happens and Bret please call me Debbie alright," Debbie said, as she stood in front of him sitting on the couch. She was also looking directly at the large figure standing across the street. Strangely, she was a little relieved that he was there, because as long as she could see him, she knew where he was, and he was far enough away, that she figured he couldn't see her that well. "Are you ready?" Debbie asked, as she looked down to Bret, who was shaking his head up and down, although she wasn't sure if she was only asking Bret. Debbie looked down at her outfit; with trembling hands, she slipped the right strap off her shoulder, and her right breast popped into view a lot quicker than she would have liked. Her eyes looked up at Bret, when she heard him gasp. Debbie was mortified, but did her best to smile, as she slipped the left strap down, exposing her other breast to the young man. Bret's eyes were a big a saucers, as if he was trying to burn the image of Debbie breasts into his memory. Debbie stood with her hands by her side, not really sure what to do. The heat of his stare was become unbearable for Debbie, causing her to turn around. After a minute or two to catch her breath, she began slowly lifting her tennis skirt, she heard that gasp again, and knew that her naked backside must be visible. She stood in that position as she tried to muster up some more courage to continue. Debbie wasn't sure she could expose her pussy to the young man, especially in it's present state, so when she turned around, she quickly slid down on the couch next to the young man. "Wow Mrs. I mean Debbie, your uh, things are great." Bret mumbled. "Their called breasts," Debbie said, as polite as possible, as she fought her urge to cover them. "Breasts right, sorry," Bret said, and then looked away in embarrassment. Debbie almost felt bad for the boy, as he reminded her a lot of herself when she was younger. She didn't want to ask him if he had ever had any sexual experience with a women before, from his actions it was painfully obvious. She turned Bret's face back around and told him that it was alright. Debbie surprised herself by grabbing Bret's hand and pressing it to her chest. When she took her hand away Bret just left his hand there. His jaw wide open. "You can squeeze them Bret," Debbie whispered, after several seconds had past. "Not like that!" Debbie cried out, when Bret's hand clamped down. "I didn't mean squeeze, I meant caress, here like this, she again guided Bret's hand to her breast. "See like this, soft and easy," she whispered, as she guided the young man hand. Slowly Debbie dropped her hand, and Bret was on his own. Debbie slowly sank back into the couch, as Bret switched from one breast to the other. She closed her eyes and tried to journey back to a time, when she was younger, and that intense feeling of being felt up, for the first time. Debbie was snapped out of her quest, by the unique feeling of a hand running down from her breast, over her stomach, wondering around the waist of her tennis skirt. She felt her skirt rise, fingers dancing on her thigh, and then moving closer and closer. "Oh my god," Bret gasped. Debbie quickly opened her eyes; Bret wore a shocked look on his face. Debbie didn't know if it resulted from the fact that he just touched her pussy, or that she was shaved bare, or maybe it was the fact that she wasn't wearing panties. Debbie didn't have the nerve to ask, she just smiled as seductively as she could, and again guided Bret's hand back to her pussy. She showed him how she liked to be rubbed, small circles around her clit. Bret was a slow learner, but soon got the idea. Debbie again sank back against the couch, almost unconsciously reaching out with her left hand, rubbing the front of Bret's pants, until she found her target. He jumped at first, but didn't fight her this time. Debbie again closed her eyes, as she drifted back off to another place in time. "Ah...Deb... I gottu go," Bret screamed out, startling Debbie as the young man sprinted towards the door. "Wait, Bret," Debbie cried out, as she was confused at first, and then quickly noticed her left fingers were wet and sticky. She then heard the front door slam. "Oh man," Debbie cried out, as she covered her head with a pillow, for several minutes, before stumbling to the bathroom. After washing her hands, she returned to the living room. "Well I tried," Debbie cried out, as she knew the voice was still there, and was trying a preventive strike. "You tried, but failed, don't let it happen again," the voice barked. "Failed! It wasn't fair; this whole thing isn't fair!" Debbie cried. "Debbie no more crying or complain, you have used up my patience," the voice barked. "Right, your patience," Debbie thought to herself, "I just had the paperboy cum on me twice." "Now we have 3 hours until your haircut," the voice barked, "what shall we do?" "Please leave me alone I haven't done anything to anyone," Debbie cried. "Debbie bring the speakerphone into the bedroom," the voice said ignoring Debbie. Debbie did so, not before locking the front door and pulling the blinds shut. "All set," Debbie moaned, when she entered the bedroom. "Well I think not," the voice shot. "What?" Debbie moaned. "Well It's time to finish what he started," the voice barked. "Ah you lost me," Debbie said, as she sat on the bed. "Ok Debbie I will make it clear for you," the voice said, "I want you to slip out of them clothes and lie back on the bed and bring yourself to orgasm." "You want me to play with myself!" Debbie screamed. She waited for an answer, but none came. Finally Debbie fell back on the bed and slipped her clothes off, but kept her pumps on. Debbie slid a hand down in between her legs and ran her fingers over her pussy lips and started to moan wildly. She figured she would fake it like she did in the bathroom earlier, but the voice wasn't buying it. The voice had Debbie assume different poses, each one seemingly out of some sick male perspective, on female masturbation. Debbie finale position was on her knees, shoulders pressed to the bed, both of her hands in action, one fingering deep inside her pussy, the other rubbing her clit. Debbie was discussed, especially when the inevitable happened. She finally sank into the bed and pulled the covers over her head, hoping and praying that when she pulled them off, the day events would all have been just a bad dream. The End of Chapter 2. Chapter.3 the hair cut, coming soon. Please don't be shy with you comments, and vote. And if you like NC stories, I have a bunch more posted right here, on the Literotica web site, for you to read. Enjoy. Thanks: for reading my stories. - Deputy Duffy The Voice Ch. 3 Debbie heard her name being called out from the speakerphone. She had spent the last couple of hours searching for answers to her current dilemma, but had come empty. "Welcome back Debbie, it's time to dress for you haircut," the voice boomed. "Ah, I usually wear sweats," Debbie moaned. "Not today," the voice boomed, "let's start with some hot shorts, Daisy Dukes seem appropriate." "Funny I get it," Debbie groaned, as she reluctantly searched her draws, the voice finally settled on a pink pair of shorts, which were a little too small. Next she found her black push up bra, which the voice had no problem with, however finding a top took some time. The voice finally led her through a systematic cutting up, of a normal white T- shirt, until the shirt barely covered her black bra. As Debbie was dressing, the voice also told her exactly what it wanted her to do with Daisy. None of it really surprised Debbie, after the morning with the paperboy. Although she still wasn't sure she could pull it off, and was none to happy about it. "Debbie back in the bathroom," the voice ordered, when Debbie was dressed. Back in the bathroom, Debbie stood in front of the full-length mirror staring at her reflection, once again. "Isn't this getup just a little obvious?" Debbie moaned. "Why don't I just wear a shirt that says, fuck me, I'm a whore, in big letters!" After adding more make up and a dose of perfume, Debbie sat on the couch, nervously awaiting Daisy's arrival. She still wasn't sure she could go through with it. It wasn't like Daisy wasn't attractive, she even reminded her a lot of Nicole Kidman. She was lean and tall, with fair skin, and she had a thing about changing her hair color, but Debbie's still got queasy when she thought about two women making love. Debbie looked out the window; the big white truck was still there. Debbie began feeling more and more like a rat in a cage. Several minutes later, she saw Daisy's car pull in her driveway, so she met her at the door. After the two exchanged pleasantries, they headed for the kitchen. Debbie opened a bottle of wine and pulled a chair to the center of the kitchen, as previously instructed by the voice. Daisy quickly went to work on Debbie hair. The two swapped stories about their children as she worked. It didn't take Daisy long to finish up, as Debbie only needed a trim. "Daisy would you have a glass of wine with me in the living room?" Debbie asked. "Ah I guess, your paying for the sitter," Daisy said. The two women moved to the couch, Debbie's heart was racing, as she was trying to follow the plan that the voice had laid out. "Is this how you normally dress around the house Debbie?" Daisy mumbled, as she finally couldn't help herself. "No, it's just, you know, the husband and the kids are away." Debbie mumbled, more then embarrassed at the way she was dressed, especially compared to Daisy, who wore a simple pair of jeans and a man's button down shirt, tied in the front. "Is everything ok, Deb?" Daisy interrupted. "Well not really." "I knew it, you've been acting strange all day, first on the phone and then here," Daisy roared. "It's just, ah you know..." Debbie just couldn't think of how to word it. "Is it your husband?" Daisy asked. Debbie just nodded her head, this wasn't what she planned, and she felt bad about what she was about to say. "It's just he doesn't do for me what he used too," Debbie managed. "Whose husband does!" Daisy laughed, and then went on to tell a long rambled story about how great her sex life was, when she was younger, and then she got married, and how things change. The two traded stories until Daisy excused herself, to use the bathroom. "You're losing her Debbie," the voice hissed, from the speakerphone, that was on the coffee table. "What am I going to do, jump her and tear her clothes off?" Debbie cried. "I just." "Well Debbie, If we can settle up, I have to go, but call me and we will talk," Daisy said, as she came out of the bathroom. "Please Daisy just a few more minutes, ah I have one more thing." "What is Debbie, you're not pregnant again?" Daisy moaned. "No nothing like that," Debbie said, as she pulled Daisy down on the couch again. "Well it's just, you know, I never went to college, and I never had a lot of girlfriends." "I like you too Deb," Daisy said, as she gave Debbie a quick hug. When Daisy went to break free from the hug, Debbie held on tight, as she looked up into Daisy's blue eyes. "Hello Deb, it's me Daisy," Daisy whispered, as she felt Debbie shaking in her arms. "I'm sorry!" Debbie cried out, as she slammed back against the couch, her hands covering her face. "I can't fucking do this!" Debbie cried out. "Debbie what's really wrong," Daisy whispered, as she wrapped her arms around Debbie, "man your shaking!" Debbie cried for several minutes, as Daisy did her best to comfort her. Finally Daisy held Debbie's face in her hands, as she dried her tears with a tissue. Debbie broke free and pressed her lips into her friends, she also held Daisy firmly on the shoulder, to prevent her from pulling away. Debbie slowly broke the hold, and opened her eyes. "Well that was interesting," Daisy moaned, which sent Debbie back into tears. "Really Deb, it's all right," Daisy said, as she went back to her comforting mode. "I mean, what's that saying a kiss is just a kiss?" "Does that mean you didn't like it?" Debbie mumbled. "No, it just, you know, caught me by surprise, that's all, especially from you," Daisy mumbled. "You know our husbands are friends, we are friends, and our kids play together." "That's why I figured I could try it with you," Debbie mumbled. "You mean you want to like fool around, or something?" Daisy mumbled. "I ah, just wanted to know, you know, what it's like, I guess I missed that part when I was younger," Debbie groaned. "So it not like, you know, you have feelings for me?" Daisy stuttered. "Well yah I like you as a friend," Debbie moaned. "Just a friend?" Daisy asked. "Yah it's not like I want to leave my husband for you." "Oh thank god!" Daisy cried out in relief, as the two women hugged. "Have you ever?" Debbie finally asked, finally breaking the awkward silence. "Ah a couple of times, when I was in high school, just petting though. I really don't think I could, you know, go down on a woman." Daisy mumbled. "Oh," Debbie said, as she hung her head. "Oh Debbie, look at me," Daisy said, as she lifted Debbie's chin, "I think I understand." "I doubt it," Debbie said, with a nervous laugh. "Listen I really hate to see you like this," Daisy said, "so I'll try to help you out." "You mean," Debbie said, as she looked into Daisy's blue eyes. "I mean, if you want to fool around a little, you know, touch each other," Daisy muttered. "Sorry for making you so uncomfortable, you know I wouldn't ask you if I didn't have too!" Debbie cried. "Yah I guess so, wait, what do you mean you have too?" Daisy said, as she held Debbie's chin in her hand. "Ah, I just have too...get it out of my system," Debbie said, as she cringed. "Ok, just no toys, or anything," Daisy said, and the two women giggled. "Ok you can kiss me now, this time I might even kiss you back." Debbie closed her eyes, as the two women's lips met, she didn't know if she was enjoying the kiss, or the fact that she had seemingly pulled it off, as a sudden calmness fell over her. The two spent some time kissing, before Daisy pulled away laughing. "What, was it all right?" Debbie asked nervously. "Yah Deb, it was fine, your a good kisser really, it's just, ah, it's just like kissing my sister. Maybe we can move on?" Daisy stuttered. "Ok what's next?" Debbie asked. "Hey it's your deal!" Daisy cried out. "Oh yah, ok, ah lets see." Debbie said, as she looked at Daisy shirt. She reached out and started to untie the bow, that held the two halves together. "Ah Debbie what are you doing?" Daisy said, as she held the front of her shirt. "I thought we were just going to fool around, you know petting. "I ah, that's what I'm doing, isn't it? Please I just need to do this!" Debbie cried. "Ok Debbie, I trust you know what you're doing." "Well I don't, but that's the idea," Debbie said, as she pulled the shirt open, reveling Daisy's breasts, which were now only covered by a small red bra. For the second time today, Debbie felt that unique feeling of being felt up, for the first time, only this time she was doing the feeling up. Debbie pulled at the top of the strapless bra, and pulled it down to Daisy's stomach, causing both women to gasp. Debbie's hands were shaking when they returned to Daisy's breasts, they were just like Debbie figured, small and firm, with small areola and pinkish nipples, which Debbie spent some time fondling. She looked up at Daisy, who wore a look of concern. "Relax Debbie," Debbie moaned, "ah, I mean relax Daisy." Debbie leaned forward and kissed her neck, before trailing her way down to her breasts, she spent several minutes kissing them all over, before getting the courage to finally take a hard nipple into her mouth. She took turns sucking and softly biting each one, for several minutes. "Ah Deb, I don't know about this," Daisy moaned, when she felt Debbie kissing her way down her stomach. Debbie didn't know just what to say to comfort Daisy, especially when she started pulling her jeans down. "Ah Deb," Daisy moaned out, as Debbie began rubbing her hand over Daisy's small red panties. "Doesn't that feel good?" Debbie purred. "C'mon you know it does, but still," Daisy moaned. Debbie could see that Daisy was struggling with her own emotions. Thinking fast, and in one burst of courage. Debbie moved Daisy's panties to the side, and quickly brought her tongue down, licking from the bottom to the top of Daisy's long pussy, which was covered in fine red pubic hair. "Oh... Debbie," Daisy moaned, "this wasn't what I had in mind." Debbie wished she didn't just say that, because that's exactly what she had been thinking the whole time, in fact the whole day. Debbie continued to lick Daisy's pussy, she tried to remember how she liked to be licked, back in the day, before she had kids, because after that Debbie swore off oral sex, giving and receiving. She just didn't think a mom should be doing that kind of stuff.Debbie also closed her eyes, and tried to put out of her mind what she was doing, and to whom she was doing it too. Debbie seemed to find Daisy's spot, as she grabbed Debbie's head and held it, as she was crying out rather loudly. She began bucking back and forth. Debbie was beginning to panic as her whole face was being pressed right against Daisy's pussy, and soon Debbie wore a shinny mask of Daisy's juices. Daisy slowly let go of her head, and the two sat on the couch, next to each other, in awkward silence. "See that wasn't so bad," Debbie mumbled, not really sure how she meant that. Debbie looked at Daisy and then with a smile, lifted her T-shirt over her head and quickly unsnapped her bra. "Oh yah, their nice Debbie, but I have to use the bathroom first," Daisy said, as she rushed for the bathroom. "I can't believe this," Debbie mumbled, as she took of her pink shorts and noticed she had a small wet spot in the crotch. "Oh my," she moaned, as she used the shorts to wipe the moister, between her legs. She was more than a little embarrassed that she had become aroused, and she didn't want Daisy to find out just how much. Daisy opened the bathroom door, and was met by the naked Debbie, who gave her a small kiss. "I have to freshen up too, and then we can continue," Debbie said. Debbie looked at her reflection in the mirror, her face was still shinning from her earlier actions. She washed her face with cold water, somewhat surprised that steam didn't rise off her face, as it was burning hot. Then she wiped her pussy with a damp face cloth, and then ran a towel between her legs. "Ok Debbie, you have come this far, some day maybe I will be able to explain all this to her," Debbie said to herself before taking a deep breath. "Ok Daisy, I'm ready!" Debbie cried out, when she opened the door. "Daisy?" Debbie raced to the window just in time to see Daisy's taillights racing down the street. "Ah, what the fuck!" Debbie cried out. "Well that two strikes," the voice bellowed from the speakerphone. "Fuck that!" "And fuck me, I know," the voice interrupted. "Yah fuck you, and your an asshole too, how's that." Debbie snapped. "Predictable, rejection is a bitch," the voice hissed. "How will I ever explain this?" Debbie cried, "Oh my god, what if she thinks I did it, just to get out of paying her, like the paperboy!" "Don't worry about that now, you have more important things to think about," the voice boomed. "Please, I mean how much more do you think I can take? You're ruining my life!" Debbie shot. "Well I think I have one finale task in me, and I hope you do too." "That's it, just one more! That's all I'm doing!" Debbie snapped. "Yes, just one more, but you can't fail this one, or it's three strikes and then..." the voice hissed. "I know please your not helping," Debbie moaned. "I know what you need, a nice hot bath," the voice hissed. "Oh yah that's what I need," Debbie said sarcastically, as she remembered that's exactly how this whole day started. Debbie started the tub, adding some bubbles for shelter, as she was suddenly becoming painfully aware of her naked state. Settling into the tub, she almost laughed, as she thought the voice might have actually been right, for once. Her jovial state didn't last long, as she soon found herself following another command, by using the water pouring out of the faucet to masturbate. The End of Ch. 3 Ch. 4 the finale task, coming soon. Thanks for reading my story, please don't be shy with your comments and suggestions, and feel free to vote. The Voice Ch. 4 Debbie was ordered out of the bath, and for the second time today she had to dry, and then massage in body lotion, in front of the mirror. Debbie wrapped herself in a towel and headed for the kitchen carrying the speakerphone. She set it up in the kitchen and took a seat. "Are you ready for your last task?" The voice bellowed. "Yes," Debbie lied. "Ok It's simple, I want you to get your personal phone book," the voice boomed. "My phone book, ok it's right here," Debbie said, as she got the little green book, that had their families and friend's phone numbers in it. "Ok it goes like this, I want you to call up one of the people in the book, have them come over, serve them dinner, and then serve them yourself," the voice barked. "Oh simple," Debbie said sarcastically, "Yah I just call them up, you want to fuck me, so some Sicko can watch." "Debbie you're wasting time, you have one hour, and remember you can't fail this task, also remember I'm listening, one false move and." the voice snapped. "I get it!" Debbie barked out. Debbie sat in stunned silence, before she flipped through the book, back and forth, reading off name after name. She finally copied down four names and numbers from the book, which she thought she might be able to get to come over, on short notice. "This can't be happening," Debbie cried, as she was starting to panic. She also was suddenly reminded of the simple fact that she hadn't had sex with another man in over eight years. She stared at their names, as she reached for the phone, but just couldn't dial the numbers. She finally mustered some courage, by looking at the refrigerator that was decorated in pictures that her boys had drawn, and dialed an old boy friend's number, but it was disconnected. "That figures that bum never paid the bills," Debbie moaned. Debbie dialed the next number, it was her car mechanics, but the phone was picked up by a female voice, so she hung up. "Ah that guy would have gotten grease all over me anyways," Debbie groaned. The next number was her younger cousin's, she always thought he showed her more affection than he should have. As sick as it made her feel, she mustered up her courage and invited him over to eat, when he answered, but he said he was going out with the boys and hung up, before Debbie could beg. "I can't believe I was thinking about fucking my cousin!" Debbie cried. Debbie read the last name on her list over and over. "Oh man, Jack Sumner," she groaned. Jack was a good friend of her husband, who has given them a lot of business over the years, and he had also given Debbie many an uncomfortable stare. He was also the hug and kisses type that Debbie hated. Debbie even shook when she remembered the time when she was coming out of the garage caring two gallons of milk and Jack rushed up to her. Debbie thought he was offering his assistance, but instead he took the opportunity to slip a hand into Debbie's shirt and he coped himself a cheep feel. Debbie picked up the phone again and called her cousin again, but got the machine. "Fucking fag," Debbie cried, as she slammed the phone down, "you go out with the boys, when you could have come over and..." Debbie slammed her head down on the table. "Man what the fuck am I doing." Debbie spent some time pacing the floor back and forth. Looking at the clock, she had run out of time and alternatives. Seemingly in an act of desperation, she picked up the phone and called Jack's number. "Hello." "Hello Jack its Debbie." "Oh Debbie, hi what's up?" "Nothing really Jack." "Everything all right?" "Yah I guess, a little lonely maybe." "Yah well Debbie, hubby will be home tomorrow." "Yah I know, it's just I made this great lasagna, and well I hate to eat alone." "Yah I know what you mean." "So what do yah say Jack?" "Are you asking me over?" "Yah you like lasagna." "That's not all I like," Jack said, which made Debbie squirm in her seat. "So I'll see yah in a little while?" "I don't know Deb, I have a date later, need a little, well you know." "Please Jack!" "I don't know, she's a sure thing." "Please Jack you won't be disappointed." Debbie mumbled. "Really, will yah wear the gold dress?" "Ah the gold dress," Debbie moaned, "sure I guess." "I'll see yah in an hour," Jack said, after a brief silent moment. Debbie put down the phone and slumped in the chair, she had been embarrassed before, but this was a new low. She just proposition her own husband's friend and of all people, Jack Sumner. She sat in the chair, as her stomach turned when she pictured Jack naked. Jack was stocky man in his forties, and once Debbie saw him with his shirt off, and it looked like he was wearing a fur coat. Suddenly the phone rang and Debbie jumped, before slowly answering it. "Very good Debbie, now lets made some lasagna," the voice boomed, "now Debbie take off the towel and put on the apron that's hanging on the stove, and get to work." Debbie started to make dinner wearing just the apron, as she almost laughed at the voice's perversion level. She put the lasagna in the oven and put some corn on low, finally she put some bread sticks on the oven top, and opened a bottle of wine. "Ok lets check out the gold dress," the voice barked. Debbie almost forgot about that part. Debbie made her way into the bedroom and found the gold dress in the back of her clothes closet, and slipped it on. She shook her head when she remembered the one and only time she wore the dress. Her husband bought her the dress to wear, when they had to meet some important clients. When she tried it on, she found out why, as the thing barley covered her body in any and all directions. It was too low cut in the front and back and was too short, although her husband, and his clients' didn't seem to think so. It was an incredibly long night for Debbie, as she was ashamed that her husband would use her as a trophy wife. Debbie slipped on the small gold panties that go with the dress and headed for the bathroom mirror once again. The voice made Debbie shift and turn into all sorts of positions in the skimpy dress. Finally when the voice had seemingly had it's fun, and given the dress its seal of approval. Debbie brought the speakerphone into the living room and set it up on the coffee table and nervously waited for Jack's appearance. A while later the doorbell rang and rang; it took several tries before Debbie staggered to the door. "Hi, Jack thanks for coming over," Debbie said, in her cheeriest voice. "Brought a bottle of wine," Jack said, as he gave her a small kiss on the cheek. "Come on in," a stunned Debbie said, as she was surprised that he brought a bottle of wine, he always drank their booze, and he gave her a kiss on the cheek, usually he tries for the lips. "Dinners almost ready," Debbie said, as she led Jack into the kitchen. "Looking forward to it, you were always a good cook," Jack said, as he opened the wine. Debbie drank a glass down in record time and poured another, her plan was simple, let the alcohol work it's magic. The two sat down and ate, Debbie was doing her best to be friendly and not talk about her husband or Jack's wife, even though they were separated. It even seemed like Jack was following the same plan, as a result the dinner conversation was brutally awkward. Debbie cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher, none to surprised that Jack didn't even offer to help. He just seemed intent on watching her every move, in the sexy dress. The two moved in the living room and settled in on the couch. "How's the wine?" Jack said, as he poured Debbie another. "Good," "It should be, it cost 30 dollars," Jack moaned. Debbie had all she could do to not laugh in his face; she was still asking herself, why she called Jack. "So Debbie why don't you tell me why you really called me," Jack said, with an evil grin. "I ah," Debbie managed, as she knew the question signaled the beginning of the game, and Debbie was hoping that she would be more inebriated, before they got to this point. "The wines great, but wouldn't a Crown hit the spot right about now," Debbie said, as she went to the liquor cabinet and came back with two snifter glasses full of Crown Royal. "Hey thanks Debbie, I didn't know you drank Crown," Jack said with a smile. "There are a lot of things that you don't know about me," Debbie said, but hated herself for doing so. "I bet," Jack said with another smile, "like what?" "Like for one," Debbie said, as he gulped a sip of Crown, which burned her lungs, "like I never really minded that you always flirt with me." "Really, well you hid it well." Jack snapped. "Yah I hide a lot of things well," Debbie moaned. "Yah I know, like the simple fact that you like to hide that luscious body of yours." Jack said with a sly smile, "stand up for a sec, and let me take a closer look at you, in my favorite dress." After an another gulp, Debbie stood up and offered an awkward smile, as she really hated the way he looked at her, like he was always mind fucking her. Jack had her turn around slowly until she was all the way around. "And there is that ass," Jack shot, which caused Debbie to turn back around. Jack reached out a grabbed Debbie's hand. "Debbie you were carved out of stone by a sex maniac!" He oozed, as he kissed her hand. Just the kiss sent shivers down Debbie's back, never mind his one liner. "Hey lets dance," Jack said, as he moseyed over to the stereo. Debbie's heart was pounding, as she always hated to dance with Jack, as he had a bad case of wandering hands. The sounds of soft music bounced off the walls, as Jack grabbed Debbie's hand and pulled her close to him. The two dance for a while, as Debbie had to fight her urge to slap his face, as his hands were doing their own dance, over Debbie's back and lightly over her ass. "Ah that's enough dancing," Debbie cried when she felt Jack's hand wander under her dress and press against her gold panties. "Oh Debbie, just some harmless fun," Jack mumbled. "Yah I know Jack," Debbie said, as she wondered how she was going to go through with it, If she couldn't even dance with him. She immediately went to the back to the liquor cabinet, as she figured alcohol was her only answer. She sank back down on the couch with Jack, who immediately moved closer. Jack slowly moved his hands up to the back of Debbie's head and caressed the back of Debbie's short hair. "Love the hair Debbie, short and so sexy, like you," Jack whispered into her ear. Debbie only snickered at his comment. "Man you are tough," Jack said as stood up, "you change colors quicker than a stoplight." "Jack I'm sorry, I'm just nervous, you know I never." Debbie groaned. "Never, man you have two kids," Jack shot. "No you know never cheated, since I was married," Debbie moaned. "Oh is that what your worried about, what you think your husband hasn't?" Jack's comment hit Debbie like a tone of bricks, as her husband had promised her that his cheating ways were over when they got married, although Debbie wasn't that naive. She knew in her heart that he may have cheated, a time or two, as he did have a wondering eye, and she also knew that's exactly how she got together with her husband in the first place. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that," Jack said, as leaned down and wiped away a tear from Debbie face. Jack also leaned forward and found her lips with his. Debbie stomach turned, as he increased pressure, and soon his tongue was searching for hers. He pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her. The two were soon locked in a sloppy wet kiss, Jack's tongue exploring every inch of Debbie's mouth. Jack's sudden movement startled Debbie, when he spun her around and crashed back onto the couch. "Debbie your a great kisser, really got me going," Jack said, as he rubbed his hand over the front of his pants. Debbie couldn't help but notice the large bulge that had tented the front of his pants. "Now Debbie dance for me," Jack barked. "Ah dance," Debbie said, as she started to move her hips back in forth, "like this?" Debbie continued her awkward dance, as she felt like a rookie on amateur night. Jack grabbed her by the waist and spun her around and sat her back on his lap. "Ah yes this what I was talking about!" Jack moaned, as Debbie was doing her best to get off his lap, as she could feel his hard cock poking at her backside. Finally breaking free she stood back up, and continued her swaying. "That's nice Debbie, but do me a favor and lose the dress," Jack hissed. Debbie instantly felt like a cheep whore, normally she would have slapped him for that, in fact she would have even slapped her husband, if he ever talked to her like that. Debbie kept dancing as Jack kept chanting, "take it off." Debbie was thankful that the booze was kicking in, because she felt almost numb as she reached up and slipped her strap off the right shoulder and then slid off the left. She spun around and wiggled her hips, she figured if she was really going to do this then she would at least tease the asshole first. Debbie slowly let the dress fall off the front of her body as she looked over her shoulder at Jack, who was sitting back on the couch, with an amorous smile on his face. Debbie continued her dancing, her back towards Jack, as she finally let the dress slip off, falling around her ankles, she kicked it to the side. She was now dancing in only her gold panties and black heels. She covered her breasts with her hands and spun around. She kept spinning around showing a little and then turning back around again. She had her back to Jack, as she shuffled back towards him, as she was shaking her gold panties, just inches from his face. She started to shuffle forward again when Jack grabbed her by the waist, tossing her on the couch. "Teasing time is over," Jack said, as his body weight slammed on top of Debbie. Debbie head spun with emotions, and alcohol, as she felt Jack take her nipple in his mouth, she closed her eyes tight and tried her zone out method again, as she realized that she had gone to far to turn back now. Jack spent some time sucking on Debbie's puffy nipples, before sliding down Debbie's stomach. Jack threw both of Debbie's legs over his shoulder and grabbed Debbie's panties by the waistband and quickly slid them down her smooth legs. He held them by his nose and took a deep breath, before throwing them on the floor. Jack held both of Debbie's legs in his hand, slowly fanning them back in forth, before slowly dropping a leg of the couch and slipping one over his shoulder. "Ah shaved Debbie, who knew," Jack said, as his face was only inches from her pussy. He spent some time kissing and licking around her pussy, finally in a sudden move, drove into Debbie's pussy. Jack's tongue moved with furious accuracy, as he remembered how long and how much he had wanted this. Debbie also couldn't help but notice, as she was no longer in her zone. Her eyes looked down in horror, as it seemed like Jack was crazy with lust, as his tongue was darting in and out. His fingers were also hard at work. Debbie started to plead with Jack to stop, as she fought against her body's reaction, to his lusty actions. Debbie head was swimming in ecstasy, as her body convulsed. "Please I can't take any more!" Debbie cried, as she experienced a series of powerful orgasms, which had been a mixture of pleasure and pain, as she felt guilty that Jack could make her feel so. Debbie was still recovering, when she felt Jack climbing up her body. She felt her breast's being licked and sucked again and then felt Jacks lips on hers, but Jack kept climbing up her body. Debbie soon found out why, when she saw that Jack had his pants off and his large throbbing cock was now poking right at Debbie's face. Debbie tried to move her face out of the way, but Jack was persistent and soon she opened her mouth, just to stop it from being rubbed against her face. Debbie tried to relax, but his large cock invading her mouth, was causing her gag reflex to work overtime. It didn't help when Jack started pumping his hips back and forth. Debbie was starting to panic, from a lack of air and from Jack's increasing excitement, as she had never had some release in her mouth before. Debbie breathed a sigh of relief, as Jack slid down her body, but it was short lived, as she felt Jack enter her. Jack was the largest by far of any lover Debbie had ever had. She felt like she was being torn apart, as she let out a piercing shriek. Jack seemed to be turned on by Debbie's pleas, as he picked up speed and the depth of his thrusts. Debbie felt defenseless under his body weight, she also found herself on the verge of yet another orgasm, which really made her panic, because she had never been able to do that with her husband before. "Please, Jack, oh please," Debbie moaned, as she wanted him to stop, but Jack must have taken that as encouragement as he was now fucking Debbie with an unbridled intensity. Soon Debbie's pain was replaced by pleasure, as her body betrayed her mind. Debbie was relieved when Jack finally stopped and rolled off of her. She took several deep breaths, but she soon found herself up on the couch, facing the window, her legs spread apart. "Ok Debbie! Get ready I'm about to get real sinful on your ass!" Jack hissed, as he entered Debbie from behind. The sounds of slapping skin soon drowned out the soft music playing in the background. Debbie was becoming increasingly light headed, as the alcohol and the day's events were taking their toll. Debbie sighed every time he stopped, as she thought he was finished, but instead he would just toss her into another position. Debbie soon lost track of the number of different positions Jack had fucked her in. She was almost semi-conscious when she felt Jack's hot cum pouring onto her breasts; she only remembered the evil look on his face, as he did so, time after time. Debbie's next recollection was waking up near dawn, her head throbbing, but her pussy throbbing worse. She stumbled into the bathroom and by passed looking in the mirror, as she vaguely remembered Jack coming on her several times. Debbie turned the water on as hot as it would go, and scrubbed her body thoroughly, as she could still smell and feel Jack. She was only thankful that she couldn't taste Jack as well. Debbie dried off and stumbled back into bed, and drifted back to sleep, not waking up until several hours later. Debbie's heart warmed looking at the clock, it was 11.am and her husband would be home in three hours. Debbie's head was still spinning with questions; none of which she knew the answers too. She slipped on her robe and stumbled into the living room, stopping dead in her tracks, when she saw the speakerphone. "Oh shit," she moaned. "Hey are you still there?" Debbie slowly grabbed the phone and put it to her ear, hitting the call button, the phone went dead, and Debbie fell back onto the couch. "Hey, If you're still watching!" Debbie screaming into the air, as she waved her middle fingers in the air. Debbie was startled by the doorbell ringing and even more startled when she went to the front door. The paperboy was standing there with two older boys, one which had him in an arm lock. "Ah Excuse Me, Mrs. W, but do you remember me I used to cut your grass?" A tough looking young man dressed in black asked. Debbie was a little stunned at the boy's sudden appearance and she was a little embarrassed to see the paperboy after what happen yesterday. She looked over the other boys, they were both tall, one was dressed nice, in a shirt and tie, but the one that was doing the talking, was really mean looking. His eyes were as black as coal, and his voice as rough as sandpaper. His baldhead and V-shaped goatee weren't helping Debbie's composer any either, and she was sure that her husband, had always cut the grass. The Voice Ch. 4 "This is my younger brother," the tough looking boy moaned, smacking the paperboy upside the head, "and this is my friend Tony." "Ah... Hi," Debbie managed, as she clutched her robe. "Well sorry to bother you, but you see we have a little problem here." the tough looking boy said. Debbie was having trouble breathing, as she listened to the boy. "You see my brother here is a bit of a liar, and his last lie included you," the tough boy said, as the boys made their way into the front hall. "You see, he said that, well you offered to let him see you naked, like you were some sort of exhibitionist, he even described your breasts in full detail." "Oh my," Debbie signed, with a blush. "Yah, you see the way we figure it, Bro here owes you an apology, of course there's a slim chance that it did happen," the tough boy teased. Debbie just looked at the boys in stunned silence. "That's what I thought," the tough looking man moaned, "now apologize fool." "Ow, your hurting me, please for once I didn't lie!" The boy said, with a freighting squeal. "Please stop it," Debbie pleaded, "ah he might have been right." "What?" Both the tall boys said, simultaneously. "No it was just, I ah had a little too much to drink, and I may have flashed him a little," was the best that Debbie could muster. "I don't know, she might be just trying to save your Bro, from an ass kicking," the other boy growled. "Yah there is no way a woman like you, would ever let someone like my Bro, see them naked." The tough boy said, as he smacked his brother in the face. "Please, ah, yah, it was just a," Debbie mumbled, as if her mouth was dried up. "Prove it," the tough looking boy interrupted. "What?" Debbie screamed. "Well he told us in some detail about your breasts, let's see if he was right," the boy barked. "You're kidding me right," Debbie said, with a nervous laugh. "No let's see what's under the robe," the tough boy said, as he pulled at the robe. "But I'm naked under the robe," Debbie cried, as she backed away. "Even better," the tough looking boy said, as he licked his lips, and moved closer. Debbie felt like running, but she had backed herself literally and figuratively into a corner, as she was now standing against the far wall, as the three boys blocked her way into her living room. "Well let's go, if you did it once," the tough looking boy snapped. Debbie's hands trembled, as she fidgeted with her robe, "please will you just leave, my husband is coming home soon!" "Well then you better get it over with, because we aren't leaving until we know the truth!" The tough looking boy snapped. Debbie trembled as she untied her robe. Looking down at the floor; Debbie opened the robe, and quickly flashed the boys. "Ok there now please leave," Debbie mumbled, as she tried to make her way into the living room. "I don't think so," the tough looking boy said, blocking her way, "much to fast, in fact he said you showed him your ass, as well, so why don't you just lose the robe all together." "What?" She said, as she flashed the paperboy a look that could kill. The tough looking boy began tugging at her robe, as if he was growing impatient. "Ok, Ok!" Debbie screamed, "but if I do it, you promise to leave." "Just do it!" the tough looking boy screamed. A startled Debbie slowly let the robe fall open in the front. Before slipping it off each shoulder and dropping it to the floor, the tough looking boy quickly picking it up and folded it up over his arm. Debbie now stood stark naked in front of the boys, as she covered her breasts with an arm and her crotch with the other. "God I love the don't look at me I'm naked dance," the tough looking boy moaned. "Ok enough, put your hands on top of your head." Debbie just shook her head from side to side. "Look I will ask one more time and then." "Ok please just leave the other one alone." Debbie mumbled, as she saw that the paperboy was openly crying. "Ok, get Dipshit out of here, he doesn't deserve a look, fucking crybaby," the tough boy groaned, as the other boy threw the paperboy out the front door. Debbie was frantic, as the two boys looked her over, especially when she slowly raised her hands away. "Well what do you know, Dipshit might have been right after all, look at those nice puffy nipples, but sadly I'm an ass man, so lets turn around a put your hands on the wall," the tuff boy barked. Debbie did so, almost happy to be away from their stares, she also figured the boy had been arrested a time or two, as he was now kicking her legs apart. Debbie listened as they traded lewd comments about her ass, and what they wanted to do to it. She tried to turn back around, but a strong arm to the back, was keeping her in place. She felt hands groping her ass. She then gasped when she felt her ass cheeks spread apart. "Oh Man! This bitch is shaved." The other boy cried. "Oh wow, let me see!" The tough boy said with excitement, "it's great you can see everything, watch when I pull on the sides, look how it opens up." "Look at that, we hit pink!" the other boy cried. Debbie was hysterical, as she thought she was about to be raped by the duo. She felt the back of her head being pulled back. "Well well, who knew an old slut living in our neighbor hood," the tuff looking boy hissed into her ear. "Listen I have to go to my grandmothers, it being Sunday in all, but I will be back to fuck the shit out of you latter." Both boys gave Debbie a smack, on the ass, on their way out. Debbie sank to the floor, as she watched the two boys exit out the front door. She looked around for her robe and then like in slow motion, she remembered the tough looking boy had her robe around his arm when they left, like some sort of souvenir. Debbie rushed to lock the front door, and then crawled to the living room. Debbie sank down on the couch, feeling as low as she had all weekend. She seemingly didn't even have the strength to shed tears anymore. She just sat there trying to figure out how one phone call could do so much damage. Debbie heard the speakerphone rattling, when she leaned forward she thought she heard her name, through the static. She was puzzled at first and then realized the batteries must be fading, as she broke into insane laughter. Debbie rose up of the couch, as if some sort of force took over her body. She went to her kid's room and came back to the living room carrying her son's baseball bat. Debbie looked down at the speakerphone, and then in a hitting display that would have made Ted Williams proud, laid waste to it. Debbie stumbled into the bathroom next, taking one last look at her naked, baseball bat swinging self, before unleashing a fatal blow to the bathroom mirror. Debbie was surprised that there wasn't some sort of camera or something behind it, when it shattered to the floor. Debbie seemingly still in her trance, went into her bedroom and got her private papers and the strong box that include the families important documents, and put them in the trunk of her car. Then she got her husband's strong box, followed by the photo albums, and her son's favorite toy box. Finally she took the picture off the wall, of her mom, and put them all in the trunk. Debbie made her way into her bedroom and put on her favorite pair of sweats and her fuzzy bunny slippers. She went to the garage and threw her husband's golf clubs in the back seat, before backing her car across the street, ironically enough in the same spot the white truck had been parked. Debbie raced across the street, back into her garage; after some searching Debbie finally spotted the gasoline bottle. She brought it into the house and poured its contents from one end of the house to the other. Using a stick match, she lit the gas, and was suddenly knocked off her feet, by the sudden explosion, that rocked the house. Debbie stumbled to her feet, and made her way back to her car. Debbie sat on the trunk of the car, as she watched, her one time dream home, which in one weekend turned into the house of horrors, burn. Debbie wasn't sure if she would ever know who was behind the voice, although she had her suspicions, but she was sure that she wasn't going let it ruin her life. She also knew that she wasn't going to be the laughingstock of the neighborhood. She sat there watching the flames burst through the windows, sirens off in the distance. She suddenly thought about her husband, it was his goal to move his family to a warmer climate, and a better neighborhood. "Well hubby, looks like we pack up the family and move to Beverly Hills, after all." Debbie said, as a tear rolled down her cheek, another quickly joined it, when she saw her husband's car racing down the street. The End. Hope you enjoyed reading my story. This story was just a work of fiction. I have more Nc type stories right here on the literotica web site. As always stay tuned for more stories, from my demented mind! Please feel free to send me your comments and vote. Thanks for yah time: Deputy Duffy.