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Nancy was cleaning up the family cabin for her son and his friends to spend a weekend fishing. The lake was great for hiking around, and her husband said there were some big fish in there. Her husband, Hank, had asked why bother cleaning up the cabin for a bunch of k**s.

Nancy was fastidious with keeping house, and couldn't bear the thought of her son and his friends sleeping there with cobwebs in the corners. It was the thought of their mothers finding out that motivated her. She had been right, the men hadn't cleaned it out for months. They could afford to hire a cleaning squad, but there was no time, so she set to work cleaning the cabin up.

Reggie was her friend's teenage son and arrived with the beer. He quietly walked into the cabin, with the cans, cautious not to reveal them to, "Miss Careful". Although she was a MILF, no one dare make a joke about it, as she was so pedantic, and straight.

For that reason, her son Michael was pleased to get away from home for a couple of days, and just hang out relaxing.

That's why Reggie brought the beer. No one was around, so he quietly put the beer behind the coach. He pulled off his wet clothes, while looking around the bunk, looking for the best bed. He picked his clothes off the floor, ready to dump them into the washing machine. The wind and rain outside meant the friends would just sit around drinking, eating, and having fun.

Nancy was in a small cupboard off the kitchen, they laughingly called a utility room. She was transferring some towels from a washer to a dryer. There were no more dirty jobs to be completed, so she removed the overall and pushed it into the washing machine. She would be ready to leave as soon as they turned up, when she would give them instructions on how to behave, and what to do there.

Reggie found some other clothes neatly folded on one of the beds. He picked them up with his own, and decided to put the lot in the washer. He headed toward the kitchen, and the small utility room. He knew the layout of the place, as he'd been fishing with his friend and the guy's dad.

Nancy heard him knock against something in the kitchen, but before she could warn him she was there, Reggie lumbered into the small room.

'Sorry, Mrs Wells, I didn't see you there. I just need to put these clothes in the washer,' Reggie apologised.

'No, don't come in, I'm not dressed,' she said, only it was too late, the boy was right behind her.

'Sorry, Mrs Wells, I'll just do this and I'll be gone,' he said, while pressing himself up against her bottom.

He couldn't resist the cute bottom he'd often admired, as all the guys did when around at his friend's house.

'Careful Reggie, there's not much room in here,' Nancy warned.

Nancy was bending over in the laundry room, trying to unblock the washing machine filter. Reggie rushed in wearing his shorts, and nothing else. She was right, there wasn't enough room for two. He'd seen the MILF's cute bottom, and couldn't stop himself getting close.

The door conveniently slammed behind him, locking them in.

'Oops! Sorry, Mrs Wells, I left the front door open. A breeze slammed this door closed,' he needlessly said.

'Don't move, I need some space to stand,' she told him. 'Can you move back a bit, your too close,' she scolded him.

In the confined space of the laundry room, he was pressing against her upturned bottom. It wouldn't have been so bad, except she was only wearing underwear.

The overall was in the washer, and somehow she would have to get it out of the machine and put it on. With him so close, she was feeling uncomfortable.

'I'll get the light,' he said.

He was squirming around looking for the switch, and innocently rubbing himself against her bottom. It was then she realised he was rubbing against her panties, and he wasn't wearing anything much.

'What are you wearing, Reggie?' she asked, sounding pissed.

'My shorts. I'll just put my clothes in the washer, it'll free up my hand,' he said.

He knew where the clothes came from now. They hadn't been left there by someone unkown, they were Mrs Wells' clothes. Damn! She was a real eyeful, and this was the first time he'd seen her almost naked. He needed to find that light switch as he couldn't see her in the dark.

'Okay, job done,' he said, and shut the door on the machine. 'I can't find the light switch,' he said.

'It's OK!' she quickly said.

He smiled to himself, on figuring both their clothes were now in the machine. They could stay there as far as he was concerned. He could feel she wasn't wearing much, but couldn't see her, though he could feel her. The image of her bottom stuck with him, burnt into his brain forever.

'If you stand up there'll be more room,' he said.

'I can't, I'm stuck,' she pointed out.

'Oww, stop!' she complained.

He'd grabbed her waist and pulled, banging her head against a shelf. The shelf was useful for folding clothes, but in the way when trying to unblock the washing machine.

With the pain subsiding, she realised he still held her tight. He'd stopped as instructed, but that is all. Her bottom was pulled closer to him. So much so, she could feel a lump in his shorts pressing between her cheeks. Damn! Her friend's son was too close for comfort. He leaned over her, pressing close, feeling for her head, to find out why she couldn't stand.

'A shelf is in the way. If I pull you back as far as I can, you can stand,' he said.

'Just do whatever you need to do. Then get the damn door open!' she grimaced.

'Hey!' she hissed.

The damn boy had gripped her waist, and pulled her up. With her head under the shelf he'd bent her in two. Her bottom was pressed firmly against his hardness. It felt like a large roll pressing between her cheeks. Surely he couldn't be interested in an old woman of thirty-eight, for surely she was too old for him to be interested.

Though, maybe anything would excite an eighteen-year-old.

'Stop that. You're shaking me up and down!' she said, with rattling teeth.

It was a good job he couldn't see her breasts jiggling around. They were under her, while he pulled and shook her.

'Let me down, this isn't going to work,' she pointed out.

'Sorry, didn't mean to make it worse,' he apologised.

'What are you doing now?' she hurriedly asked.

'Looking for the light switch,' he explained.

'No! Leave it. Let me get my breath back,' she said.

When he lifted her, the panties caught on something and were pulled down. Not much, but enough to be embarrassing, if he switched on the light. He'd look down at her and see the top half of her bottom. All that fidgeting around had rubbed his hardness in her crevice.

He had his shorts on, but she was beginning to believe all this was on purpose. Had he seen her in the utility room, and shut them in on the spur of the moment?

'Can you feel the door handle behind you?' she asked.

'Yea, it's in the small of my back. I can't reach it,' he said.

He'd tried, and that meant wriggling around again. When he pushed up with his hips, his cock had caught in her panties. Keeping very still, she hoped they would be pulled up a little. No luck, they were pushed sideways. One of her cheeks was bare!

'Can you turn around and reach behind me? You could twist the door handle then,' he advised.

'I'll try,' she mournfully said.

Moving her bottom one way then the other did no good. Not for her anyway. She'd just rubbed her bottom over his cock.

'Wait a minute, I've got to adjust my shorts,' he told her.

What now!

Feeling his hands on her bare ass, was dreadful. To be fair, he'd adjusted his shorts, by pulling them up. There was no room between them, so his hands had to rub against her bottom. It was her fault it felt so nice, not his.

Her panties were now rolled down to her thighs. If she tried to pull them up he would know what she was doing, and they were so close, her hand would have to rub against his cock. The last thing she wanted was for her cheeks to be sprayed with a young boy's cum!

Bending further forward, with hands outstretched, she fell between the two machines.

'I'm stuck!' she shouted.

There was no need to raise her voice in that small room, but panic was taking over.

He groped around in the dark, until finding her. He put his arms around her and lifted.

Damn! His hands were gripping her breasts! At least he was pulling her out from between the machines. Like this she couldn't defend herself, with both arms trapped at her sides. It was also very hot between the two machines, and she was feeling dry.

As he lifted, she felt her bra caught on something, then a pinging sound. Damn! Her bra had unclipped itself.

'Stop! Please!' she croaked.

'What's happening, Mrs Wells?' he asked.

'Nothing, nothing much. Can you try again, but slowly,' she said.

He pulled her up without a sound, except their heavy breathing. No ripping sound this time, but the bra was dangling. Except where he held onto her breasts.

'You can let me go now, Reggie,' she whispered.

Feeling her bottom slide down the length of his penis, she just accepted it. Her panties were rolled around her thighs, and were all she wore. Her mind was turning to mush. The heat was bad enough, but it had to be admitted, arousal was sending the wrong messages to her brain.

'Don't turn on the light, Reggie,' she purred.

Trying to sort herself out, she took deep breaths. Smelling her own arousal didn't help.

'We're dehydrated, Mrs Wells. We need water, and cooling down,' he said.

Reaching past her, he was pressing tight against her back, and bottom. Especially her bottom with his big penis. She leant forward to help him reach the tap, but it was a mistake bending even just a little. His cock nestled in her crack, as though it belonged there.

'I've found the laundry scoop. There's water in the machine, is that because it broke down? We can't drink it, but it will cool us off,' he said.

Unable to think of what to say, she said nothing. Maybe it was a good idea. She felt the water splashed over her, and did feel cooler. Unable to raise her hands from below the shelf, she let him get on with it.

'It's soapy water,' she said.

'Yes, it's from the washer,' he said. 'Is that alright? You're not allergic to it are you?' he urgently asked.

'Don't think so,' she answered.

'I'd better rinse you off, just in case,' he said.

His hands scooped her arm, pulling water from the skin. He did the same to her other arm. Realising what he was doing she opened her mouth to stop him. Too late, his hands went around her to scoop water off her front.

'Oh! Mrs Wells, you're naked!' he said, sounding surprised.

'It happened when you lifted me out from the machines, my bra got ripped,' she defensively stated, needing to justify being naked.

'Sorry, Mrs Wells. I'll finish you off, then I'd better get us out of here,' he said.

He finished squeezing her limbs and torso. Even her breasts, and her mound. He'd got most of the soapy water from her, leaving her feeling sexed up like a bitch in heat.

With little room to move, she bent over the shelf, pushing her bottom at him. Rising on tiptoe, she felt the head of his cock nudging her pussy, or was she manoeuvring over it.

'It's hot in here, I'm so damn hot. I need cooling down,' she huskily breathed.

Her hand went behind her, searching for her panties. She fumbled and hooked a finger in his shorts, pulling them down a little.

'What are you doing?' he asked.

'Trying to unravel my panties. Or maybe not. What's this?' she asked.

'It's my penis, Mrs Wells,' he nervously spoke.

Damn! Mrs Wells had just brushed his penis and he almost spurted his load. How would it be to spunk over her pretty ass. Damn! She was a terrific MILF, and he was so close. Of course he dare not do it to her. The woman was his friend's mom, and his mom's friend. A sort of friend, as his dad worked for Mr Wells. It would get him in so much trouble he dare not go further than this.

How fabulous was it for her to touch his cock, and to rub it between her cheeks? That was enough for a dozen fisting sessions, while thinking about it.

'Keep that thing well away from me. I can't reach, and I can't bend over. You'll have to pull them up,' she stated.

'What? Sorry Mrs Wells, what did you say?' he asked.

Maybe boys did have trouble thinking when there penis was up.

'Pull my panties up, I don't want any accidents,' she tersely spoke.

'Err, no, I mean, err, yes, okay,' he murmured.

His hands weren't shaking but they were difficult to control. She said nothing when he ran them up the outside of her thighs, found her panties, unravelled them, and pulled them into place.

Feeling him pulling them from between her cheeks, she told him off.

'That will do! You're being far too intimate with my body, especially for a boy,' she haughtily spoke.

With a hand between her legs, she reached behind her and pulled the material from between her cheeks. Because he was so close, the back of her hand rubbed his penis, but she ignored that.

'If I get you straightened up, you can reach behind me to open the door,' he said.

The boy was pressing up against her bottom, and she wondered how necessary that was.

'Alright, but please try to keep away from me,' she said, without much hope.

Again he wrapped his arms around her, grabbed hold of her breasts, now bare, and pulled her up his body. She was folded in two, trying to avoid the shelf. It was a difficult manoeuvre and she was lucky to be so slim.

'Just a bit more,' he said.

He had a good hold on her breasts, and again she wondered if that was necessary. Still, if it meant getting out of this nightmare, she was prepared to suffer a little.

'Are you above the shelf?' he asked.

'Yes, I am, thank you, Reggie,' she said, sounding as though she meant nothing of the sort.

Now upright, she was ready to help open the door. He turned her around to face him.

'I'll let you down then,' he said.

She slowly slid down his sweaty body, then suddenly cried out, 'Stop! Hold me!' she demanded.

'What's wrong?' he asked.

'Your thingy, its digging into me. Be careful, it's caught in the crotch of my panties,' she said, as though a snake had slithered up her leg.

'Sorry, I can't do anything, while holding you up,' he explained.

'Don't let me go! Please, hold on to me,' she said.

He lifted her higher, and held on tighter, so her breasts were squashed in his face.

'Lower me down just a bit,' she said.

She guided him, until she could grab his penis, and push it against his belly.

'All right, lower me to the floor!' she said.

'Just reach behind me for the door handle,' he told her.

His cock was throbbing from being so closely squashed between them, yet it was so far away from taking her. He tried not to think about it, but she was a sexy woman, even if she acted like a stuck up bitch.

'Can you get at the handle?' he asked.

'Yes, its locked, I think,' she said, pressing herself against him to reach the door handle.

'Okay, maybe the door locks itself. You need to turn the key, it's just below the handle,' he told her.

'No its not, its fallen out on the floor. Damn! I can feel it with my foot. I'll try to reach it. She slid down his body, with her cheek rubbing his cock. He hadn't bothered to put it back in his shorts. To be fair, there wasn't much room between them to do anything much.

'I've got it,' she declared.

Her face was turned sideways, with his cock pressing against it. She had an urge to bite it off. That might give them some extra room!

'Damn! I can't get up. Pull me up out of here,' she told him.

He wasn't a muscular athlete, though in this situation he didn't know his own strength. He pulled her up off the floor, then lowered her down again, letting her slide down his soapy body.

'Okay, put me back on the floor. No! Careful! Oh! Hell! Noooo! Don't do that!' she cried out. 'Stop it!'

'What's the matter? Oh! Have I? Sorry, Mrs Wells!' he apologised, trying to be innocent and sincere.

'Damn! You! I won't be Mrs Wells for long if he finds out. Lift me up, quickly. Just get your thingy out of me!' she stipulated.

Even now she was trying to be detached, unemotional, and sensible. Her voice was giving her away, as it sounded shocked and afraid. That was natural enough, as a boy's cock had slid inside her. He was her son's friend, and she only knew him in passing, when he called around to play computer games.

'Oh! Sorry, Mrs Wells! I can't stop, I'm really sorry about this,' he murmured, as he lifted her up on her toes with his cock.

'No! This can't be happening! Stop it, you're only a boy, you can't do this to me!' she cried out.

'I'm really sorry, Mrs Wells, I can't stop!' he grimaced.

'Stop it! Stop it now!' she trilled, like a bird.

Knowing it was almost impossible for him to hold back, she clung on to him.

'Do it, slowly. Take your time, and don't hurt me,' she told him.

At least he heard that. He wasn't completely out of it. She'd heard from a friend that the husband made a****l grunts, was lost to all reason, and didn't hear anything she said. Nancy figured the man didn't want to hear about his wife's needs. It was true after all, as this boy was gone, and in his own world of sex.

Damn the boy! He was slowly pushing up with his penis, entering her deeply, then pulling back. It was so annoying that she would have to wait until he'd finished with her. Being used like this was dreadful. She wasn't getting anything from it at all, just the same as at home with her husband. After the boy had his orgasm, he would shrink enough to pull out, and she would be free.

Damn him! Men were such brutes! They took advantage of women wherever and whenever they could. Sex was overrated, it did nothing for her. The boy had a large penis and it hurt.

He changed the angel of his thrusts, and happened to hit her 'G' spot.

'Oh! What did you do to me? Stop that!' she bleated like a lost sheep.

Reggie ignored the damn woman. She had tried to tell him what to do, not understanding he'd trapped them in the cupboard. She was a stuck up bitch, and he at least was doing what every guy in class wanted to do to her.

'Not that! Not with a boy! You must stop! I'm going to. Oh! Yes! I'm going to orgasm!' she yelped.

'Oh! Yes! Oh! Fuck! More! Keep going, I'm nearly there!' she squealed.

After a couple more strokes hitting the spot, she shuddered. Having never done it standing up before, she nearly collapsed in a sticky heap at his feet. The only thing holding her up was his cock. She thought it was his strong muscular arms, and a moment later it was.

'Good grief!' Nancy mumbled. 'You're still inside me! Didn't you orgasm?' she asked, sounding incredulous.

'No, I wasn't ready,' he said.

'Sorry. You must remove it,' she said.

'You enjoyed yourself, so why can't I?' he asked.

'This isn't right, we can't. I'm a married woman! Please, remove your penis, please!' she said, no longer sounding demanding and imperious.

'No, I'm going to enjoy myself, it's my turn,' he said, and resumed thrusting into her.

She began to pant in time with his thrusts. Trying to say no, or fight him off, was useless. She couldn't fight the strong boy. Verbally she might have, but her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. In any case, she was speechless. Asking a boy her son's age, to remove his penis from her vagina, had her beat. She felt like laughing, only it would be hysteria, and might not ever stop.

'Oh! God! I'm going to orgasm!' she declared.

She didn't want to orgasm, or admit it to a mere boy. It was happening and she couldn't do a damn thing about it. The declaration just spilled out. Her legs began to tremble.

'Oh! Yes! Oh! My god!' she declared, as an orgasm rolled from her belly throughout her body.

The orgasm was nothing like any other experience. Her mind seemed to take off, then shut down. She was at once ecstatic, then suddenly introverted, concentrating on his penis and what it had done to her. She reached up on tip toe, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled him close.

'Kiss me, kiss me,' she implored him.

He deeply explored her mouth. Their lips were firmly planted together, sealing their mouths, while tongues explored, twisting around each other. Nancy needed a token sign of caring. She felt his penis shrinking then leaving her. A feeling of loss almost overcame her. It was only that she was used to controlling her emotions, that she didn't cry.

'We shouldn't have, Reggie. You know that don't you,' she said.

'I don't know that. It was wonderful, the greatest experience of my life,' he said.

'I'm too old for you, how can you say it was wonderful?' she said.

Unsure if she was pointing out a truth, or fishing for a compliment, she said no more.

'You are a MILF, Mrs Wells. You have a great body, and a lovely face, beautiful!' he declared.

'What do you mean, a mill, what?' she asked.

'A MILF, a mother I'd like to fuck. All the guys think so,' he pointed out.

'What, that's disgusting!' she said.

'No! It's a compliment. When you turn up at school, or we come around to your house, we all comment on your looks. You are so sexy, especially in a tight skirt. Though some of the guys like it better when you wear tight trousers,' he was saying.

'Stop that now! It's not a compliment, it's boys being very rude,' she protested.

Still in the afterglow of an orgasm, she nevertheless warmed to what he was saying. Too used to rejecting anything unseemly, she had to cut him down. After what he had done to her, he had to be silenced.

'You won't talk about what you did to me, will you, Reggie,' she cagily said.

He caught on quickly. He was waiting for her to stamp on him, and keep him quiet about this.

'You enjoyed it, as much as I did,' he declared. 'More than me, as you had two orgasms,' he heavily said.

'I, err, well, there's no need to mention it again. We should forget it ever happened. Move on to other things, be responsible, and adult about this,' she lectured.

'I'm not an adult, at least most people don't think so. When I do something wrong they treat me like a k**, and tell me to be an adult. I haven't done anything wrong. I'm not married. I'm not a naked woman in a cupboard, cavorting with a young guy. You enjoyed it, don't deny it. Come on, admit it,' he said.

'I, I, can't. Alright, let go of me, please!' she moaned, when he pinched her nipples.

'Alright, I enjoyed it. I've never had an orgasm like it,' she admitted.

Knowing how wrong that was didn't help, as she'd said it and couldn't take it back. Telling her son's school friend he'd given her exceptional orgasms, was all wrong. She hung her head in shame. He wrapped his arms around her, and held on tight, while she sobbed.

'I'm not letting you off the hook, Mrs Wells. You owe me an orgasm, I only had one,' he joked.

She didn't get the joke, she was too much into being hurt, pained, and feeling sorry for herself.

'Whatever you say. Just don't tell anyone, promise?' she sobbed.

The thought of her son finding out from his friends was awful. Her husband was sure to find out, and that would be devastating. The boy knew that, and it sounded if he meant to use it against her. Just so long as he kept quiet she might be able to recover, and forget about this, eventually.

She slid down his soapy body, to retrieve the key. Her cheek was again sliding over his penis. This time it was sticky, but she didn't think of that. Pressing herself against his body, she reached behind him with the key. The door swung open revealing them both in dim sunlight.

'It's still raining,' he said.

Mrs Wells was embarrassed to hell. Her panties were wet with soapy water and his semen. He stroked her cheek, then put his finger to her lips. She licked her lips, tasted the salt and wondered what it was. Her eyes opened wide and she recoiled in horror. Damn! She'd tasted the boy's semen! Not even her husband had dared do that to her!

'Let me pass,' she crossly demanded.

Running back to the kitchen, she demanded his attention, 'Where are my clothes!'

'They're in the washer, with mine,' he said.

'But it's broken! You did this on purpose! I'm naked, with nothing to wear!' she shouted at him.

'I'll fix the washer, there can't be much wrong with it. The guys won't drive up the track in this rain,' he told her.

'Oh! No! My son will be with them,' she murmured.

'It's broke. The pump needs replacing,' he said.

'What am I going to do?' she bawled at him.

'Calm down. Put our clothes in a bag, and take them home. Driving up is almost impossible, but we can drive down the track, if we're careful. We can get out of here before they arrive. Just put your coat on, no one will know your naked underneath,' he told her.

'Alright, I'll do it, I have no choice. I just can't be here when they arrive,' Nancy decided.

Both cars slipped and slid on the wet mud, but going downhill was possible, just as he said. They turned onto the highway, and sped north, only just keeping to the speed limit. The rain didn't ease off, and it was getting dark. The rain turned to snow, as they climbed, with a sensible falling off of speed. A flashing light ahead told them the pass was closed.

'We'll have to spend the night, at the motel,' Reggie told her.

Reluctantly she agreed. Only because the weather was closing in on them and they couldn't go up or down the road. Trudging to the last available room, Nancy felt it was the walk of doom. Opening the door, she saw a double bed, not singles, which she had prayed for.

'Damn! You'll have to sleep in a chair. Oh! No chair. The floor then,' she told him. 'Because I'm paying and I'm a lady,' she quickly said.

'There's no more blankets, and the heating is out. We'll freeze to death in here. We'll have to share body heat,' he said, trying to sound sensible rather than excited.

'No way! We're are not sharing a bed, no way,' she defiantly said.

'You explain to your husband and friends why I died in a motel room we were sharing,' he flatly stated.

The idea of him dying wasn't so bad, as it let her off the hook. Mention of husband and friends made her think again. Was this a veiled threat for when they returned to civilisation?

'Very well. We share body heat, that is all,' she firmly stated. 'Don't even think about anything else. Do you understand?' she crossly spoke.

'Whatever,' he sullenly said. 'There's no need to be so shitty,' he quietly added.

'Shitty? You think I don't have good reason to be angry over what you did to me? You practically, well, you took advantage. You shouldn't have done things to me. That's obvious isn't it?' she said, through gritted teeth.

'I guess. No! It was an accident, and you enjoyed it too. Can't you just admit it happened, and let it go?' he asked.

'We are going to have to share a bed tonight, and I want you to understand I'm off limits. I'm your mother's friend, not some cheerleader you fancy,' she emphasised, and then figured she hadn't put it right.

Not knowing what to say, she slid into bed, and shivered under the ice cold sheets. He bounced into bed as though nothing was wrong.

'Shut out any draughts, pull the blanket around us,' she ordered. 'What are you doing? I warned you!' she heavily said.

'I'm sharing our heat. We learned it in scouts. If you don't want to freeze to death from hyperthermia you scrunch up, together!' he heavily spoke right back at her.

'Oh! Well, as long as it's just that,' she murmured.

After awhile they warmed up.

'Can't you do something about that? It seems like you've been poking it at my bottom all day. Just do what boys do to themselves, so I can relax and sleep,' she complained.

He smiled to himself while fisting his cock. He wasn't doing it right, on purpose. Even though being in bed with her was a tremendous experience, he wasn't going to make it that easy for her. He was in bed with a beautiful woman, and wanted her. He just had to be patient, and he would get what he wanted.

'I can't, not with you here,' he said, and turned to her, putting his arms around her.

'It's no good I can't sleep with you like that. I'll do it,' she resignedly said.

This wasn't expected! Mrs Wells grabbed a hold of his cock, and began to masturbate him. Her rhythm was all wrong, just as his had been.

'What are you doing now?' she demanded.

'Trying to get into the mood,' he said, with a hand sliding between her legs.

'You'll not get me in the mood! Just leave it alone. Damn! My hand is getting cramp. I need a full nights' sleep, and for you to leave me alone. Oh! Hell! Just do it. I don't care anymore, just do it,' Mrs Wells told him, and rolled onto her back.

Reggie wasn't going to ask her if she was sure, or ask why, he climbed on top of her, and slipped in. His playing with her pussy had got her going. At least enough to open her up. Maybe she was trying too hard pretending not to want it. He knew that much from playing around with Sally, a mousy girl in his class.

'Just get on with it, will you. I want you in, out, and asleep,' Nancy said.

Feeling him enter and slide in deep, it brought to mind that naughty episode this afternoon. He'd touched something in her vagina, and it set her off. The boy was bigger built than her husband, so maybe that had something to do with it. She shifted under him to get it at a different angle.

'Lift yourself up on your elbows,' she complained. 'Your squashing me.'

'Oh! Shit!' she cried out.

He stopped, and asked her, 'Did I hurt you, Mrs Wells?'

'No! It's nothing. Carry on, and do it faster, and harder,' she told him.

'Oh! Yes! Keep going,' she yelped.

This afternoon wasn't a one off, she was experiencing it again. He must have found her g-spot. Not believing it existed, because she'd never felt it before, it was now a revelation. It was a wonderful experience, an exciting new adventure. The orgasm was on its way and it was going to hit hard.

'Oh! God! Yes! Yes!' she yelled, and heaved up with her pelvis.

At the same time he pushed hard with his strong legs, spurting strings of virile young semen into her. Nancy imagined feeling it splash her vagina, and shoot into her womb. His sperm was so potent and powerful, it subdued her into becoming his earth mother, his lover, his bride, and the mother of his c***dren, all rolled into one.

'Hold me, Reggie, hold me tight. I think I'm going to cry,' she said.

He rolled around so she was now on top. He tucked the blanket around her, and held on tight. He felt tears drop onto his chest, and she wiped her nose in his sparse hairs. As far as he knew there were no tissues within reach, and he wasn't going to get out of bed. It was cold out there.

The one blanket, and their two coats, and her hot body kept him warm. He'd made her hot, so she was satisfied.

'You enjoyed that. You enjoyed it this afternoon. No, don't deny it, I know you did. It was obvious from the way you yelled. You don't swear usually, but you do when you cum. Do you normally rant and swear?' he asked.

'c***dren should be seen and not heard. Go to sleep, like men are supposed to after sex. No! Not a word. You can put me down now,' she said.

Nancy pulled his arms around her, and made her last demand of the day.

'You haven't kissed me, kiss me,' she quietly said.

He gave her the most tender and loving kiss ever. As though it might be their last, he lingered over the kiss. Their lips were together, matching each other perfectly. When they opened their mouths the tips of their tongues teased. This lead to a scrummy devouring of each other's face. Then their tongues duelled until they ached.

Finally they stopped kissing after some time. Looking at each other, examining the eyes for signs of something, trying to make out expressions in the dim light, they occasionally kissed. An eye, ear, nose, neck, everything was eventually covered. It had become a little game of guess what's next, without talking.

Sometimes she or he licked somewhere. It was cold out, but red hot under the blanket and coats. Big smiles broke out for no reason at all. She yawned, and he caught the infection.

Nancy gently touched his lips and turned over inside his arms. They were still around her, cuddling her. She covered his hands with hers, and guided them onto her breasts. He squeezed them, making her smile with a warm feeling of happiness.

Still held tight in his arms, she fell asleep. His eyes closed, flickered, and he too fell asleep.

Reggie walked into a neighbour's kitchen, to find her vigorously cleaning the work tops. Concentrating on the job, and daydreaming, she didn't notice him. She was mumbling to herself, and as he crept up on her, he noticed the blue-tooth earplugs.

Nancy was listening to a Spanish language tape, and mumbling the words as she worked. Always wanting to be efficient, this suited her perfectly. It was also a distraction from what happened a couple of days ago at a motel.

That had been the most dreadful decision of her life. Sharing a bed with a boy was bad enough, then letting him have sex with her, was just damn stupid! It would have been impossible to sleep with his erection poking her bottom, and the thought of waking up to find him doing it to her, was dreadful. In the end she told him to get on with it, and just do it.

The excuse had been that she needed a full night of sleep, to get over what happened earlier that day. How stupid was that! A need to experience the strong orgasms of that afternoon, was driving her into making the wrong decisions. How could she have fooled herself, and actually tell him to do it to her. Stupid woman! Stupid!

Concentrating on cleaning, and the language tape, Nancy shut out everything that happened.

'What the!' Nancy exclaimed.

A pair of hands wrapped around her, holding on tight, gripping her breasts.

'Reggie! Let me go! What in hell do you think you're doing!' she heavily whispered, while trying to peel his hands away from her breasts.

'Why are you whispering, no one is in,' he said.

There was a pleasant ring to his voice, of happiness and contentment.

'Reggie, please, sit down. I'll make coffee and we can talk, please,' she tried reasoning with him, as trying to squirm from his grip did no good.

'You sound very formal, Mrs Wells. After what we did in that motel, that's surprising,' Reggie said.

'We've got to talk about that. Reggie! Stop playing with my nipples, please!' she crossly said.

The strength of her hands was no match for his. Any one of her son's friends were strong enough to manhandle her, but they wouldn't. A mature woman of thirty-eight, and a mother, she deserved respect. With Reggie, she'd completely lost all respect, and had to somehow regain it.

The pleading came to a halt as he breathed on her neck, and ears. Damn! She'd stuck her bottom out at him! The memory of those heavy orgasms reached into her mind and couldn't be shoved aside. The boy had done things to her that no boyfriend, or even her husband, had managed to do.

He was only eighteen yet she couldn't fight him off. Her ability to talk people around to her way of thinking had been well honed, in committees and business meetings. This damn boy had her defeated. She was squirming with delight in his arms. This shouldn't be happening!

'You can't just walk in here and, err, well, you know, do whatever you like with me. This is my home,' she said, no longer sounding stern.

Feeling him lift the dress, she reacted by kicking backwards. She missed, as it hadn't been a strong or determined attack. The half hearted attempt to escape was more show than substance. He didn't know that, and should have got the message. It was difficult for her, as she had to fight her own desire, as well as fight him off.

'No! Reggie, don't do this!' she heavily sighed.

Pushing her panties aside, he cupped her bare crotch, with fingers readying her pussy. Both of her hands tightly gripped the edge of the sink. This wasn't wanted, he was being a jerk. This couldn't be put up with from anyone, let alone a mere boy. He hadn't been invited into her kitchen, and certainly not into her. She'd said no, but he wasn't taking any notice of what she wanted.

'Reggie, stop it, please!' she exclaimed, sounding more desperate.

What did she want? Not to be needing this, that's what she wanted. Not to have experienced the first deep orgasms of her life with him, that's what she wanted. Not to have experienced them with a boy her son's age, that's what she wanted. There were so many things she wanted and didn't want, it was difficult to think straight.

Knowing that giving in was inevitable, she arched her back, and groaned. This was all the approval he needed. The bulbous head of his cock pushed at her slit, sliding out of position to hit her clitoris. Maybe that was enough for some women, but not for her.

When drinking too much on a girly night out, a friend had confided she didn't want her husband to enter her. A thorough touching and rubbing of her clitoris was enough. After an orgasm that way, his penis felt uncomfortable inside. Nancy had sympathised, yet couldn't reveal she'd never experienced an overwhelming orgasm ever, just the occasional little tingling sensation.

The boy's cock slowly entered her, pushing deeper and deeper. All she experienced was anticipation, nothing more. When he was fully inside, a feeling of disappointment overcame her. It must have been the circumstances of that day that made sex so exciting. Accidently stripped and groped, being slippery with soapy water, all that had worked her up. It was very disappointing that it wasn't going to happen again.

It wasn't Reggie, it was just the thrill of the moment that brought on the exceptional orgasms. She just stood there holding onto the sink, letting him use her, trying to be patient until he was finished. The thought of him spurting his semen into her was horrible, yet he gripped her too tightly to escape.

Oh! Shit! In her home, in the kitchen, the bastard was taking her! He was helping himself to her sex! An adolescent was just learning the adult moral codes, so he had no qualms about sating his lust with her body. Because of that weekend mistake, he thought he could just use her whenever he wanted, and a young guy wanted it too often.

Having got away with taking her this first time in her home, he would come back for more. Oh! Shit! She was in trouble, and it was impossible to ask anyone for help. He was too strong to fight off. Talking him out of it didn't work. What if he visited every day, could she stand up to these sexual assaults?

Nancy wasn't excited, she was just letting him get on with it, while terrible thoughts of guilt racked her brain. It was all her fault for letting it happen in the first place. With the thought of pushing him away, she shoved her bottom at him. The angle of his cock changed inside her vagina, making her yelp, then yelp again.

'Oww! God! Reggie!' she shrieked.

He stopped to find what was wrong.

'Nooo! Keep going, Reggie, please fuck me hard! Fucking do me Reggie!' she cursed him.

His cock found her g-spot, as it had before. His cock rubbed over it and rocked her entire being. As his cock rubbed her vagina, a spark lit up her mind, causing fireworks to explode. The light of arousal was burning bright like sulphur, setting fire to her nervous system. Her heels rocked against the floor. The kitchen was so bright it hurt her eyes. Her arms fell limp to her sides. Her whole body felt so light, she would have drifted away, if his cock hadn't been anchoring her body.

'Oh! Yes! Reggie, you bastard, fill me up. Fill me with your potent cum! Cream me, Reggie. Fucking shoot your load deep inside me Reggie! Oh! Yea! Fucking do me Reggie,' she seriously shouted.

Reggie listened to every sigh, yelp, and shouted word, both understandable and garbled. Every sound made sense at that moment. They were on an a****l level, grunting and shoving, and rutting. At least she was. He was in control, amazed at how out of it the woman was. The decent housewife had become a lustful slut.

His legs stiffened, and she was lifted up on tiptoe by his cock. His penis was pushed deep, and she squirmed on it with all her weight. He shuddered as he spurted his load into her. He could feel her vagina tightening upon his cock, flexing.

She turned her head sideways, and demanded, 'Kiss me, kiss me!'

A sideways kiss was awkward, but he tongued her, sucking her tongue and lips in turn, into his mouth. His hands played with her breasts, squeezing and nipping her nipples. She let out little pleasurable whimpering noises. He felt warm and happy from giving her so much pleasure.

Her breathing rate calmed down, and she let go of the sink. Slumping forward over the sink, she began to revive. As though waking, and crawling from a long dark tunnel, the brightness of the kitchen made her squint.

The blinds were up, so anyone could have seen them behaving like a****ls. The boy couldn't be blamed, for it was her giving in to him that caused this.

'Oh! Reggie! What have you done to me?' she asked.

'I fucked you, Mrs Wells, is that alright? I mean, you liked it didn't you?' he asked, with concern.

'Yes, it's alright. It was great! I mean, no need to worry, it was my fault,' she sighed.

'What do you mean? Your fault?' he asked.

'We shouldn't have, I shouldn't have let you,' she said, then shrugged her shoulders.

The energy wasn't there to get into a discussion.

'Pass me a tissue,' she told him. 'Damn! You've shot gallons up there, give me more tissues.'

Always a practical woman, she would find a way to deal with this. He was a teenager, and young boys had lots of sexual energy. Could she cope with that? Could it be diverted to something else? Maybe someone else? Someone his own age would be more appropriate.

'Sit down, I'll make the coffee,' she told him, and straightened her panties then the dress.

'We can't ever do this again, you know that, Reggie. You sneaked in here and took me. You didn't ask me, or consider me at all, you just did it. You used my body as though it were just a sex toy. I'm a married woman, your mother's friend, for god's sake! You must show me some respect. It's my body, and I'll decide who and how someone interacts with me,' she ranted.

'Oh! I'm so sorry, Mrs Wells. I didn't look at it like that. I didn't mean to hurt you. I thought you enjoyed it,' he sincerely said.

'I'm sorry! It had to be said, I'm sorry I shouted. Look, you know it's wrong, let's just be friends,' Nancy quietly said, at last calming down.

'You did that swearing thing again. You shouted, and told me to fuck you hard,' Reggie accused her, retaliating to her shouting.

'Well, I know. I didn't say you did that bad thing, err, ****. I, err, alright, I admit it, I liked it. Yes! I liked it a lot. That's probably why I gave in to you again,' she reluctantly admitted.

'You do like it a lot. You wanted me to do it to you. You told me last time, and this time, so don't lie. Maybe it is wrong, but it's your body, and you can have pleasure if you want. We don't live long enough to waste time. Just do it, my dad says,' Reggie confidently said.

Nancy opened her mouth, then shut it again. His father was dying of cancer, so how could she counter that statement. At a party his father said, live for today, and die tomorrow, and everyone cheered him. They'd all been drinking too much, from being nervous over how he would look, and behave. It was a great relief to see the man didn't look at death's door, and had accepted the bad news. He was being tough, fighting it, not being a defeatist.

'Well, Reggie, what can I say. You should respect my decision, and not, well, just don't make me into an object,' she said, wondering if he understood what was meant.

'What you're saying is, that we can't continue, in case someone finds out. It's to do with others, not us. You want to continue, but aren't brave enough,' he said. When she didn't answer, he added, 'What if I told my friends, or your husband.'

'Alright, you've got me in a difficult position. We both know that. I don't believe you would be brave enough, or nasty enough, to tell my husband. I won't play your dirty games, Reggie,' Nancy stated.

'I'll tell my friends what we did, and show them the video of us in bed together,' he told her.

'You're a bastard, Reggie. Do I have to report you to the police, for ****?' she warned.

'They won't believe you, not when I show them the shots of you in bed with me,' he said.

'You can't tell your friends. It will get back to my husband, and break up my family,' she protested.

'Admit it, you enjoyed our games, it was fun. You had good sex, satisfying sex,' he scolded her.

'Please, don't say that. It was nice, but very wrong. You know that, you're not stupid. Do the right thing, please,' she said, trying for sympathy.

Reggie almost gave in, seeing the look of regret on her face. He got up from the table with the coffee, and mumbled something about milk.

'Admit you enjoyed it. At the time you said it was the best sex you've ever had,' he reminded her.

'Maybe. Alright, it was, it was great sex, and I enjoyed it, but that does not make it right!' she asserted.

'Right or not, I want to continue, and you'll have to, you have no choice,' he told her.

'Let me see that video and pictures,' she said, over her shoulder.

Before handing over his phone, he told her, 'I sent copies to the cloud, so don't bother deleting anything.'

He put the phone onto the table, and began to massage her neck. Watching the video over her shoulder, he massaged her head, concentrating on her sinuses.

'Oh! Shit! This is very damning. It looks bad,' she sighed.

'It isn't bad, it was what it was. You look excited, and afterwards you were satisfied, and that is how it was. You screamed and yelled, which you don't usually do,' when she was about to deny it, he added, 'You told me afterwards, remember. You said you'd never had such a deep orgasm.'

'Oh! Yes, it's all there! I shouldn't have said anything,' she murmured.

'Well then, what is it to be? Ruination of your life, your words not mine, or some fun and games?' he asked.

'I'll have to think about it,' she said, with head down, looking sorry for herself.

He figured she was in shock, and hadn't noticed his hands cupping her breasts. He began to gently massage them, trying hard not to startle her. He breathed on the nape of her neck, tickling the tiny hairs. He kissed her ears, and soft neck, licking there too.

She sighed heavily and intently watched the video as it played again. She pushed a hand between her thighs and squeezed her sex.

'Hey! What do you think you're doing? This is what I meant, you're just a boy playing with me. I'm not a toy,' she quietly spoke.

'Now! Tell me,' he said, and lifted her chin to look into her eyes. 'What have you decided?' he asked.

'Yes, damn it! I admit I have to, I have no choice. Well, alright, this is how it must be, I'll play along with your dirty blackmail. Is that what you wanted me to say? Happy now? So what are you going to do with me? Besides playing with my breasts I mean. Just tell me,' she heavily sighed.

'I'm going to, err, do whatever I like,' he said, lost for ideas now he'd unexpectedly won.

'There has to be rules!' she said.

'Yes there will be. Rule one, you do as I say. Rule two, there are no other rules. Agreed?' he heavily spoke.

'Well, I, err. . . Damn! You! You! Yes, I agree,' Nancy sighed. 'Just be careful, that's all I ask. Don't tell anyone, and don't do anything reckless. Keep it between us and don't risk your nasty game by letting anyone find out, please,' she crossly spoke.

'I make the rules, remember? Now tell me what you are going to do,' he heavily demanded.

He grabbed her chin, again forcing her to look at him. He deeply kissed her and noticed she was still playing with herself. He noted this but said nothing. He could see she was excited yet reluctant to give in.

'I'll do anything you say, satisfied?' she meanly said.

'You're determined to spoil it aren't you. Well, we'll see. Don't forget, I can ruin your reputation any time I want. So, be good and I'll keep our secret,' he harshly spoke.

The determination and harshness of his voice came unexpectedly from somewhere. It seemed to tame the woman somewhat, but he didn't think that would last long. He guessed she was thinking of a way out of this fix, as Mrs Wells wasn't the type to capitulate so easily. It would take a lot more than a video and some pictures of them in a motel room, to keep her playing along. Still, it had been fun so far, and if it ended tomorrow, what did he have to lose?

Still playing with her breasts, he kissed her roughly as though taking her. His tongue invaded her mouth, exploring everywhere and he sucked hard. She passively let him. Was this a message, telling him she wouldn't play, but would just passively let him do it to her?

***

Next day Reggie waited until she was alone in the house. This time she was prepared to fight him off, with whatever came to hand. It was completely unexpected when he brought a gift. She put the flowers in a vase, and smiled at him. He had a way about him that made her forgive anything he did. Though letting him have sex with her was going way too far.

They had coffee and talked about anything except their arrangement.

'I've been thinking, Reggie. We should cool it, as neither of us want to be found out. Coming around every day will be noticed,' she said.

'You need to fit this to make it easier for both of us,' he said, and handed her another gift.

Expecting a small box of chocolates, she asked, 'What is it? I don't understand, what's it for?' she asked, while turning it around in both hands. 'No! You can't do that to me! Please Reggie, not that!' Nancy cringed, and almost dropped the butt plug.

'You promised to do as you were told. You promised to be my obedient girl,' he reminded her.

'I, I, err, maybe, err, I guess I must do things, if you say so. I believed you, when you said you'd tell everyone. I really do. I intend to keep the bargain, I'll honour my promise. You must keep your promise, Reggie, please. It's just, well, please don't! Not this! Anything else, please, Reggie!' Nancy begged.

'Get on your knees,' he demanded.

Reggie knew this was it. Once she committed to something, she would see it through, even though she abhorred the very idea of being blackmailed. He wasn't sure if he liked the idea either. Giving in to someone, and giving up her freedom, was very hard for her. It seemed the butt plug had frightened her enough to bring her into line for the moment.

'Keep it safe, in case I decide you need to use it,' he said.

'Thank you, Reggie. I promised to obey you, and swear I will keep that promise. I've never broken a promise, you can rely on that,' she said.

Looking down at her, squatting on the floor of her lounge, he could see the sincerity in her eyes. He took her chin in his hand and bent to kiss her. She opened her mouth to him, and let him explore her mouth. He knew she enjoyed kissing, as it had been demanded by her, after, and during sex.

When they broke off smooching, both were breathing heavily.

'While you are there, suck my cock. It will reinforce the agreement,' he told her.

Nancy just looked up at him, with a pleading look. Her face said no, but she didn't want to test his patience at that moment. The thought of him fitting that disgusting plug into her asshole was horrendous.

This wasn't going to give her the slightest pleasure. Being put in her place was something she had never experienced. She had been spoilt as a c***d by indulgent parents, and then by an indulgent husband. He bought her expensive presents, to make up for working away from home so much.

'Would you rather I fit the butt plug,' he told her, and quickly upended her.

They were on the sofa wrestling, where she ended face down, struggling to get free. It was like trying to hold on to a bag of eels. He slapped her bottom a few times, until she got the message.

'Oww! Stop it, please!'

'Ouch! That hurt!'

'Oww! I'm not a naughty girl, stop it!'

'Oww! Alright, I give in! Honest! Please, sir!' she tried for sympathy.

'Oww! Whatever you want, I'll do it, please stop, please!' she begged.

He pulled her over onto his lap where she sat still.

'Are you going to be a good girl for me, and do as you are told?' he asked.

She tried to struggle free of his arms, but he held on tight.

'I don't have a choice, do I? I have to do as you say,' she said.

'Do you want another spanking?' he asked.

'No! I'll behave. I'll be a good girl. I promise to be an obedient girl for you, Reggie,' she said, and bit her lip, so as not to spoil the promise by adding a sarcastic remark.

Promising to be a good girl left her feeling small and weak. He was a big strong young man, and handsome too. He was overpowering her physically and mentally, and that was doing something to her. She would have to be careful not to completely succumb to him.

He pulled her panties aside, then lifted her up. Realising what he was going to do, she kicked out. Unable to break free, she instead put her arms down straight to hold herself off his lap. He lowered her onto the head of his cock, and her arms gave way.

'No! Please, you can't do this! I'm not ready, I need foreplay! You'll hurt me!' she warned.

The head of his cock slipped in and she shut her mouth. What happened? He was slowly lowering her down the length of his cock! It didn't hurt at all, which meant she was unaccountably ready. How was that?

The sense of fullness, was satisfying, but that's all. The excitement of before wasn't there. She was wondering why she was so ready for him, without being played with.

'Oh! God! That is so deep!' she exclaimed, and bit her lip. 'Reggie, you can't just keep taking me like this. Stop it now! Please!'

Why had she admitted to such a personal thing? Why say he was so deep when she was trying to get him to stop this nonsense. Making him feel like a stud was the wrong direction to go in. That gave her an idea.

'You'll not make me orgasm! I don't like what you are doing, and I don't want it. You must stop it right now. Take your penis out of me, and leave me alone,' she firmly told him.

Hearing the words spoken out loud, they sounded strange. Asking her son's friend to remove his penis from her vagina, was certainly a strange request. He wasn't listening, or he was ignoring her.

She felt him lift her up the length of his penis, and this time let her drop. The impact was felt upon her bottom, and inside. If he was trying to hurt her, she would remind him she liked it hard and fast. No! That wasn't the thing to say. Encouraging the bastard to fuck her hard was all wrong.

'Just stop it, you won't have me giving in to you this time,' she stubbornly said.

He pulled her down his cock, while holding onto her breasts. He was squeezing them, while shoving his cock up inside her. Then it struck. His cock sawed over her g-spot, and she yelled something unintelligible.

'Oh! God! Keep going! Please! Fuck me hard! Faster! Fuck me faster, pound my pussy,' she demanded.

'You want me to fuck you, Mrs Wells?' he asked, while hesitating to ram home into her.

'Yes! Fuck me, don't stop now! Go on, fuck me hard and fast, please you bastard, just do it, do me hard,' she shouted.

They both had an orgasm together. Normally she'd have to wait for her husband to catch up, after a weak orgasm. Then she would fake a climax, so he didn't feel bad. This time she could feel his semen shooting deeply into her vagina. Maybe it was in her imagination, but it was inspiring. He held his cock still, pushed right up inside her, while it vibrated and buzzed with tension. She felt her vagina clamping down on it, as though it were sucking his cock dry.

He held on tight, pumping her full of young virile semen. Nancy wanted to bounce up and down on his cock, and shout for joy. The mood passed as the orgasm lessened. It was still tingling throughout her body when he shrank from her. Again it was a wonderful orgasm, with the swearing and commands to fuck her still remembered. The dirty talk was too embarrassing to admit to, but this time she knew what she had been doing, and saying.

'Kiss me, Reggie,' she heavily breathed.

He lifted her up and turned her around to face him. The dress was up around her waist, and he was holding her bare bottom. Their tongues duelled, fighting and exploring each other. She made a humming noise, that he knew was a pleasant noise of satisfaction.

***

They had coffee in silence. What was there to be said, after such a vigorous sex session. Both their heads were still spinning from having such an all consuming orgasm. Nancy took him into the bedroom just in case someone walked into the kitchen, and found him looking post-orgasmic, with a silly grin on his face.

'I think you should call me, Master,' Reggie suggested.

'I think you should call me, Your Royal Highness,' she countered.

They looked at each other and laughed, for they were completely relaxed in each other's company. After what he'd done to her, she couldn't shout at him, or accuse him of being a monster.

After having a beautiful woman, a perfect MILF, he thought she was the most wonderful person in the world.

'In case you ask again, think about it. If I call you master, I might forget when we are in company. The same goes for you if you call me by my first name,' she explained.

'You're right. I don't want to wreck what we have. It's important to me. You're wonderful, and I,' he began.

'Stop that right now! We have sex, that's what we have, nothing more. It is good I'll grant you that, but don't go thinking we have a relationship. Come on Reggie, be sensible, don't go crazy on me. You know how it is. Be honest with yourself. You like screwing me, and I don't have a choice, except to let you. Let's just leave it at that, okay?' she asked.

'Alright, whatever you say,' Reggie said, then changed his mind. 'Just so long as you know, you have to do as I say. I agree we have to be careful not to be discovered, and I will be careful,' he promised.

Nancy heavily sighed, and said, 'Again with the macho man stuff. Can't you just use me, and not bother with all this dominance thing. I'm an adult and more than your equal. I'm a woman and know about emotional things, the things you men don't have a clue about. So, just be satisfied with what you get, okay?' she told him.

'No, it's not okay. I'll think about it though,' he said, which kept her quiet.

This wasn't working out as he had expected. Over the past few days, since sharing a bed, he'd figured she should be on her knees to him, begging him not to tell anyone. Instead she was lecturing him on how to behave. How could she possibly tell him how to behave, after what they had done?

He still couldn't believe he was in bed with the most gorgeous MILF in town. He ached to tell his friends, but of course that would spoil everything. She was right about keeping it quiet. What was that other thing she mentioned, male dominance, that was it. He was going to work on that one. He was just a k** in her eyes, but he had loads of experience, far more than she could possibly have. It was called the internet.

He had her wrapped up in his arms, kissing and mauling her body. He liked the way she tried to resist him, then gave up, pretending it was because she couldn't break free. It was because he'd sexed her up, and was laying back to enjoy it. The look of bliss on her face betrayed the protests.

He remembered her asking him to kiss her after an orgasm, and when he was cuddling her afterwards. She enjoyed it, so he would insist on kissing her every opportunity he got.

***

Next day Michael, Mrs Wells son, phoned, putting Reggie into a bit of a panic.

'You okay mate? You sound as though you've had a bad night! Dad and I are going fishing, and I figured you'd like to come,' Michael asked.

'What time? Damn! I can't I'm going over to visit aunt Mabel. Aged relative time once a month. It's dad's idea, not mine,' Reggie explained.

'Too bad. If you can get away later come over. We'll be cooking fish, so come over and have dinner with us,' Michael said.

'Don't count your fish before you catch them,' Reggie said.

They gossiped about a couple of girls in school then broke off.

Nancy heard her son invite Reggie fishing, and breathed a sigh of relief. With that boy out of the way she could relax. He promised to be discreet, but an adolescent didn't understand discretion. It was all elbows, mouth, and big feet. Looking for something to read, she suddenly found a hand gripping her crotch.

With a gasp of surprise, she quickly snatched her hand away from her pussy. What in hell was she doing? Thinking of the boy led to being needy. u*********sly she had squeezed her sex. The next step would have been to masturbate, while thinking about him. Shit! That was so very dirty.

Her two men, Hank and Michael said their goodbyes and took off for the cabin. The snow had cleared yesterday and the sun was out, so they would have a clear run.

Reggie was thinking about visiting his sexy woman while they were out, then he remembered her daughter would be at home. At least he would get to see her at dinner. Maybe even play with her in the kitchen again.

***

'Hi Reggie, you're early,' Nancy greeted him. 'The guys are in the den watching football,' she added, expecting him to join them.

She backed away from him, holding her hands up.

With a theatrical grimace, she told him, 'Not now! They could come in for a beer any moment!' she hissed. 'Remember our agreement! You mustn't take chances!' she warned him.

'Just a kiss,' he said, and forcefully grabbed her.

Since she mentioned it, he'd been learning something about dominance and the techniques for being a dominant male. The WEB site had opened up all kinds of ideas for him to try out.

'All right, but make it quick,' she scolded him.

Ignoring her permission, he was already wrapping his arms around her, and kissing her neck. They began to smooch heavily. After a moment or two, he felt her arms embrace him, and hold on tight. She certainly liked kissing. It was a way of getting to her, and working her up.

'Please Reggie, you can't do that while anyone is in the house,' she tried putting him off, while he kissed her neck and ears.

'I will tell you what can and can't be done,' he heavily reminded her. 'Take off those tights. I'll let you wear panties, but if you don't do as you are told, I'll make you remove them. Understood?'

'Please, Reggie, don't make a scene here. You can't expect me to wear what you want. Please, keep your voice down! Oh Reggie! Alright, I'll think about it. Alright, alright, I'll do it!' she complained, by whispering urgently.

He didn't mind her complaining, just so long as she did as she was told. Getting her used to obeying him was what he wanted. Hell's bells! The prospects opening up to him from that WEB Site were so very good. He had the perfect subject to experiment on, Mrs Wells.

He looked back at the woman from the kitchen doorway. She was shaking, no, she was vibrating with sexual tension. Damn! He'd done that to a grown woman, an adult. Someone who should be esteemed as a neighbour, and his mom's friend, he'd just aroused!

***

'Reggie! Come on, the game is about to start!' Michael said.

Michael passed him a beer, with Mr Wells pretending not to see. Reggie felt a pang of guilt, from drinking the man's beer, and using his wife. Maybe she was right, it was wrong, and they shouldn't continue.

During a break in the game, Mrs Well's came in with food. She passed the plates around, and placed more beer next to her husband. He nodded to her but that was all. It was as though the woman was a mere servant, and Reggie thought it a shame.

Reggie noticed she'd removed her tights and was bare legged. The light blue summer dress highlighted her eyes. It floated around her legs, looking enticing. His erection twitched, letting him know it was there, and impatiently waiting.

'Do you watch the game, Mrs Wells?' he asked.

'Sometimes, if nothing else is on,' she said.

'They need to score, so we need everyone to cheer,' Michael said. 'Come on mom, stay, just until they score.'

Nancy looked around for somewhere to sit. Reggie gestured for her to sit next to him, behind her husband and son. She grimaced at him, and shook her head.

'Sit next to Reggie, he'll explain what's happening,' her husband said. 'You'll look after her and keep her quiet, won't you,' Hank said.

Nancy demurely sat on the edge of the sofa, tucking the dress around her legs. She was looking daggers at her husband. Normally she would have challenged him, but under the circumstances couldn't make a fuss. Why wouldn't she sit next to Reggie, after all he was just a harmless boy, and a friend of her son.

Excuses such as having something in the oven, getting changed, washing her hair, telephoning a friend, all came buzzing into her head, like hornets looking for prey. It was too late now, she was stuck here, until their team scored. Their shouting would the only thing to release her.

Reggie quietly shuffled closer, and she was already pressed up against the small sofa's arm. She dare not look at him.

'Tell me what's going on,' she whispered, while trying to push his hand off her knee.

'Open your legs,' he demanded.

'No way!' she whispered back.

Attempting to get up, he pushed his hand up her thigh, and pulled her back down. Now his hand was in a dangerous place. If one of her men turned around, she would be hard pressed to explain it away. She was sitting on his hand, and his fingers were playing with her.

'Oh!' she yelped, on feeling his fingers pull the panty crotch away.

'Don't waste your breath on them. That's the other side,' Hank said, after a rough tackle.

Nancy sat still, not daring to move, or draw attention to herself. Questions would be asked, as to why she let the boy touch her down there. Why did he think he had the right to do such an audacious thing? Why hadn't she said something? She was stuck in a very awkward and humiliating situation. It was of her own making, so she couldn't blame a mere boy for her mistakes.

Feeling his fingers gently stroking her lips, she wanted to yell at him to stop. Her sex was warming up, adding to the fire he'd started in the kitchen. Damn it! Her clitoris had come out for him to play with. She didn't want that, as there was a risk of yelling out her satisfaction. He was stoking her up, as only he could.

Everyone loudly yelled as their man lost the ball, and so did she. A particularly heavy press of her clit, did it for her. Not having one of those heavy orgasms, meant she would be frustrated for the rest of the day. The more he stroked, pushed inside, and stoked her up, the more frustrated it would leave her.

Maybe she should let go and make do with the small clity orgasm. It would be better than nothing. Oh! Shit! He was pushing her there, then backing off! His fingers entered her, with a thumb pressing her clit, then the bastard just stopped.

Oh fuck! It was because she was breathing heavily. His look warned her not to give them away. In desperation she opened her legs, and pushed his hand there. Twisting his hand sideways, he managed to enter her with three fingers, though she wasn't counting.

He was working her hard, and it was nice, though not super nice as when he fucked her. This couldn't be resisted, though what in hell was she doing, letting it happen? She wouldn't get anywhere like this. It would just leave her frustrated!

End of another play, and she suddenly stood up, patting down the dress. Having that orgasm, even a small one, in front of her husband and son, was terrible. Her panties were askew, leaving her pussy bare.

'I'll get some more food and drinks,' she said. 'Come and help me, Reggie.'

It didn't sound like an authoritative adult statement, it was like a timid request, but no one seemed to notice. Reggie followed her to the kitchen goosing her all the way. Shutting the door, she turned on him.

'Don't ever do that to me again, never! Do you understand?' she crossly spoke.

'You are under my rules, you remember that,' he said in her face, and grabbed her.

He kissed her long enough for her to respond. It didn't take long for her to wrap her arms around him and hold on tight for the ride. She tried to say something around his tongue, then gave up. They smooched for ages, or so it seemed.

'Quickly, I need to make some food. Get the beers out of the cooler. Over there,' she pointed. 'Take them down stairs and come back for food,' she said.

For once he did as he was told. Play was about to start but Hank and Michael knew he was a baseball fan, so ribbed him about missing the game.

Back from delivering the food, he just folded his arms and leaned against the work top, watching her. He was purposefully leaving her alone which was so very annoying. She resisted saying anything, as she was supposed to be the one in control.

'Well?' she shot at him, while wiping down the work tops.

'Well, what?' he asked.

'Well? Master,' she instantly replied.

Turning to him, and curtsying, she said it again.

'Well? Master. Isn't that what you're waiting for? For me to call you master? For me to grovel at your feet. That's what you want, isn't it! Well then, master, I'm submitting to you, master,' she sarcastically spoke.

'It sounds more like an insult, than a submission,' he told her

'Whatever, just finish what you started. You know what I mean, just do it. Do you want me to beg?' she crossly spoke.

His mother had been cross with him, for not keeping his room tidy. His father had been cross with him while driving, for not stopping at a sign. Mrs Wells was cross with him for sexing her up, and not completing her need. He was unable to stop himself from smirking at her.

She hung her head in shame and reluctantly said, 'Please, master, fuck me, master.'

She didn't sound humble, but at least she was trying to placate him, and that was enough for now.

He grabbed her around the waist, picked her up, and perched her on the edge of the table. He wasn't surprised to find her pulling the dress up around her waist. Mrs Wells was breathing heavily, in anticipation of experiencing a wonderful orgasm.

He thrust in without ceremony, and deeply hit the right spot. He began to heavily thump her groin, banging away at her. Their pelvic bones crashed, with the promise of bruising tomorrow, but they were living for the moment.

'Come on, Master, Fuck me, fuck me hard! Pound my pussy!' Nancy groaned.

He pounded away at her, spurred on by her words, and her ankles wrapped around his waist. It felt as though she were riding him, urging him on. She leaned forward and found his mouth, wanting to be kissed. She slipped off the edge of the table and dropped on his cock. For a moment her weight kept her in place, impaled on his cock. Reggie lifted her back on to the table, still kissing her, as he continued thrusting into her.

The moment came too quickly as she began to orgasm, pushing him to orgasm along with her. They stopped, and held on tight, feeling his cock twitching and jerking as he pumped her full of semen, filling her with his rich sperm laden sex juices.

'Oh! Reggie! Master! Fill me up! Come on, do it to me, my wonderful, master!' Nancy cried out, muffling her voice in his shoulder.

They heard her men downstairs shout in jubilation, and it felt as though it were for their orgasm.

'Kiss me, Reggie,' she heavily breathed.

Once free of the madness, and each other's embrace Nancy leaned back on the table with legs spread wide, remembering all the times he'd fucked her. It was so damned good, she was becoming addicted to it.

'Here use this to wipe your face, we're all sweaty,' she said. 'We don't want anyone to suspect anything.'

Lifting her dress, she wiped between her legs, and pushed another tissue into her panties. She took hold of his cock and wiped it.

'I don't want you going down there smelling of sex,' she explained.

'You can wear panties until I've leaked out of you. After that, you take them off and only wear them when I allow it,' he firmly stated.

'Reggie! Alright, master. That's not practical,' she complained.

He pushed her over a kitchen chair, and swiped her ass.

'It's a very nice ass, and I don't want to mark it, but I will if I have to,' he firmly told her.

'Reggie, please! Keep quiet, they'll hear you. Alright, I give in. I'll try, I promise. If I have to wear them for some reason, I'll tell you, deal?' she asked. Then added the one word she thought he was looking for, and was going to spank her for forgetting. 'Master!'

'Good girl,' he said.

He rubbed her bare bottom where the panties had been pulled between her cheeks. He could see his semen leaking from her, and smiled. He lightly patted her bottom, then pulled her upright.

He wrapped his arms around her, and she wrapped her hands around his neck. She pulled him close for a long kiss. A deep smooch, as though they were teenagers, was satisfying. He broke away from her, ready to join his friend, her lover's son.

'Master,' she said, with a glint in her eye.

It sounded as though she had accepted the word. Maybe not the position it inferred, but she was gradually getting closer. She was beaming with wellbeing, and looked a beautiful glowing woman. She was slowly becoming his MILF, his very own sexy woman.

Reggie quietly entered the house, again waiting for everyone to be out except, Mrs Wells. He could hear a noise in the lounge, no doubt she was cleaning as usual. It seemed that the fastidious woman was always polishing, with no time for anything else. His friend's home was gleaming clean, and show-house tidy. He wondered what she thought of his house when visiting his mother.

There she was on hands and knees, doing something under the television stand. His mother would never bother with that. If there was dust under there it couldn't be seen, so it could stay there, as far as his mother was concerned.

He stood in the doorway watching her bottom wiggle back and forth. She was bent over, bottom up, trying to get at something under the stand. The skirt hem shook from side to side, and was working its way up her thighs. Mrs Wells was presenting such an evocative picture he just stood and stared.

He watched the hem wriggle up her thighs to reveal her bottom and almost gasped out loud. Naughty Mrs Wells, wasn't wearing panties! Everything between her legs was on view, and was so very wonderful. His cock was already stiff, and was notched up on the hardness scale. It was at its biggest and meanest, wanting satisfaction.

***

The last time he visited her house, he told her not to wear panties. She had objected, and told him in no uncertain terms, she would not obey such a dirty order. He reminded her of their agreement, and she told him this was not a part of it. He told her it was, but if she wanted to break their agreement, she would have to face the consequences.

Despite her family being in the house, she capitulated. Slipping her panties off, she handed them over. Everyone was in the dining room, when he pulled her panties from his pocket and wiped his brow. No one noticed, except her. Daggers were dispatch but easily warded off with a devilish smile.

It was then he noticed how excited she became from being teased. Every time he put her into a difficult situation she became aroused, and could hardly resist him. She would try, and find the right words, but he easily overcome her feeble resistance. So this was why she gave in so easily!

She grunted, and he thought it had been him. He quietly stepped toward her on the thick carpet. She was struggling with something, unable to work it free. The woman was concentrating so hard, she didn't sense his presence until his leg touched hers.

'What the hell!' she harshly whispered.

It was too late to pull away from the stand, as he'd loosed his monster, and it touched her between the legs. It rubbed her thigh on its way to hit the spot.

'Nooo! What the devil! No!' she cried out.

Turning her head she couldn't see who it was, as his head was purposely in the middle of her back. A penis was pushing at her lips, and she didn't know who's it was! It was pushing and slipping up her slit, rubbing her clitoris.

'Ohhh! No! Please! No!' she gasped.

Feeling a penis slide between her wet lips, the horrid thought surfaced that she was ready for it. A hard shove and it would be inside her! She struggled, only the strangers body kept her in place, trapped between him and the television. Without due ceremony the penis thrust in, all the way, deeply invading her body. Her head dropped, banging the glass cabinet, only just missing the television.

Whoever it was, got into a steady rhythm, banging away at her, and her head began to bang the television. She was a mess of fear, nerves, and delight. As he sawed over her G spot, intense sensations banged away at her mind. Fireworks were exploding in her head, lighting up her mind, searing away all thoughts, except the one. Nothing existed except a stranger's cock fucking her. Her head came up for an a****l like whine. An orgasm stilled her, yet he was still banging away at her body, reaming out her vagina.

Calming down she wondered why he hadn't cum yet. He suddenly kept very still, and she could feel his cock twitching. Shit! A stranger was shooting her full of semen! It was obviously Reggie, but it was exciting thinking it might be someone unknown. A stranger filling her with cum was a delightful fantasy. Just as suddenly as the orgasm hit him, she became stock still, with a second orgasm raging through her body.

'Oh! God!' she whispered.

She dare not ask who it was, that would be too awful. What would Reggie think of her. Not really knowing it was him, she imagined it was a complete stranger filling her up with a gallon of semen. She wasn't wearing panties, and didn't want to leak a stranger's cum all over the carpet.

'You certainly enjoyed that, Mrs Wells,' he whispered.

'Reggie! I didn't know it was you! I should have guessed, you bastard!' she complained. 'You can't keep doing this to me! My nerves are shattered. We agreed you would at least ask me, and not just help yourself to my body.'

'We agreed that you will do as I say. You know that, slave,' he reminded her.

'Yes, master, whatever you say, master, thank you for fucking me, master,' she sarcastically countered.

'No need to be sarcastic, Mrs Wells,' he said, and slapped her bottom.

'I told you before, I'm too old to be spanked, and too old for you,' she complained.

'Be good, or I really will spank you, Mrs Wells. A woman is never too old to be chastised by her lover,' he told her.

'No Reggie. That is one thing I will not tolerate. We are not lovers, we have sex, that's all. Yes, yes, it is satisfying, but we are not in love, just keep that clear, please, Reggie. It will cause all sorts of problems if we think that, but we will not, we will not, understood?' she ranted.

'Yes, Mrs wells, understood. So, that doesn't rule out you being my sex slave then. Better a sex slave than a lover, yes?' he asked.

'Well, I'm not sure about that. I'll have to think that one through,' she said.

'Ouch! Stop that right now!' she shouted, as he slapped her bottom.

'Ouch! What do you think you are doing! Please stop, it hurts,' she protested.

'Ouch! No! You can do this, please, it hurts, please stop,' she lamented.

'Behave and do as you are told, as agreed,' he demanded.

'Ouch! Yes, I will, I agree,' she hissed.

'Ouch! Alright, I'll do as I'm told, I'll call you master, whatever you want,' she said, without much conviction.

'Ouch! I promise, I promise, please!'

'So what do you say?' he asked.

'Yes, master, thank you, master, I'm sorry, master,' she said, sounding hurt and sorry for herself.

It didn't matter that she didn't mean it, as he intended she would eventually. It was an interesting project, seeing if he could break her down, into acting being his sex slave. She was almost ready, though still too argumentative, and sassy. To some extent he preferred her like this. It was fun arguing with an adult and winning.

They were both breathing heavily, slumped on the carpet, making a mess. Eventually they untangled themselves and Mrs Wells took in the mess.

'Quick get a cloth. From the kitchen! It's under the sink and will be damp. No! Don't put anything on it!' she instructed.

***

Having had what he wanted, like most men he left her to clean up the mess. Mrs Wells had returned to being a boring housewife, cleaning and tidying the house.

Next day he returned to her home, only this time she was ready for him.

'No! Reggie, I'm not playing around today. Stop it! Get your hand from there. Please Reggie! I'm not wearing panties, just as you said, you can feel that. Stop it! You've checked enough. Leave me alone, please,' she told him.

His hand was up the skirt gripping her sex. If he carried on like this he would excite her until she couldn't resist, and she didn't want that.

'Hold still, stop squirming,' he told her.

'I've got to change the bedding. You can help me with that if you want,' she told him.

'I've got another butt plug for you. This one looks more comfortable,' he said.

'Please, Reggie, can't we just have normal, sex?' she asked. 'I've never ever done that before. I don't like the thought of it. It will hurt me, and might even tear me inside. You sure you want to take that chance?' Nancy asked, with a quavering voice.

He had her on the run, and they both knew it. All her strength to resist him had evaporated, leaving her feeling weak and vulnerable. He let go of her sex, and put his arms around her, holding on tight. In a firm clinch he kissed her. Kissing should have been avoided at all costs, as it softened her up every time. Without the strength to fight him off, she submitted to him.

***

Nancy imagined being put over his knee, as though for a spanking. He would slap her bottom a few times with hard strokes to tame her. When she was subdued and no longer struggling, he would grease her bottom. The feel of his fingers over her bottom and asshole would be nice, but the intention would be horrible.

He would spread her legs, and push something hard and foreign against her asshole. It would hurt, even though she tried to avoid the pain by relaxing. He was a very considerate boy, but relentless, and eventually the horrible thing would invade her bottom. Once in, it would be impossible to remove without his knowledge, leaving her utterly dependent on a teenage boy.

She would truly be his captive then. Reliant on him to release her bottom, she would have to be obedient, just as he wanted her to be. Becoming reliant on a boy's whims, what would her life be like then?

***

In a breathless voice, she said, 'Reggie, please. Don't do this to me.'

'It's about time you tried it. You never know, you might like it. Another kiss first,' he said.

She was hoping to delay the awful prospect of being buggered, and she did enjoy his smooches. Reggie was blackmailing her, and she agreed to obey him so as to keep her naughty secret. Unfortunately, every time she gave in to him, more material was being added to his blackmail threat. So far she hadn't thought of a way out, and to her dismay, the sex was becoming an enjoyable habit.

Right up until he insisted she insert a butt plug, she felt she had some kind of control of the situation. Now it was all slipping away from her, and her own self-control was unravelling too.

'Please, Reggie, just fuck me. We both like that, don't we. I'll fuck you if you like, please, Reggie!' she encouraged him.

'One more kiss,' he said, and they continued deeply smooching.

He was stroking her pussy, running a finger up her slit, trying to find her clitoris. Usually her slit became sopping wet and her clitoris became prominent, even while denying she wanted him, and while telling him to stop. She really was afraid of having him enter her anus, though that was understandable. She'd actually asked for sex instead of letting him bugger her. That was a first, asking him to fuck her.

Had she got so used to him fucking her, that it was normal, and acceptable? Mrs Wells was an attractive thirty-eight year old woman. Making her suck him off was one way of keeping her in line, and making sure she did as she was told. Buggering her was another. Mrs Wells wasn't obedient by any means, and probably never would be. At least she was keeping her word by trying to do as he asked.

He was trying to learn from the internet how to dominate a woman. Most of it was irrelevant, as she was an older, married woman. It was also difficult because she saw him as being just a k** of eighteen, and not a dominant adult male. He would continue trying, as long as this arrangement lasted.

'Alright, you don't have to take it up your ass. Just get on your knees and suck it, that's all,' he said, switching her onto what he really wanted.

'Yes, master. Thank you, master!' Nancy eagerly said, and quickly got onto her knees.

On her knees, sucking on a boy's cock, was a deplorable position to be in. It was only just preferable to being buggered. Reminding herself it wasn't by choice, it was a necessity to keep the boy quiet, eased her feelings a little. As he instructed, she practised with a banana during the week. It was still difficult without choking, but she was getting there.

She was nearing forty, and an eighteen-year-old had her performing on the end of his cock. She had become his sex object, a crude sex toy. If she thought about it too much, she would become ill, mentally as well as physically. Blocking it all out of her mind was the only way to cope.

Her hand was on his zip, ready to pull out his cock. It was no good delaying the awful task, as he might change his mind, and fuck her ass. Damn! She was thinking in his crude terms, using the nasty words he used.

Maybe she should just give in, and consider herself his sex slave as he wanted her to be. Calling his bluff might work. After all, if she acted as though he owned her, what difference would it make? Damn! It might make her feel humble and insignificant, and knock the fight out of her.

At her age, complying to a teen's every whim would be demeaning. What was she thinking? She was already being humiliated, from what she was doing now.

He couldn't take her home to his parents, and tell them he found her wandering the streets like a stray pet. Her imagination kicked in to conjure a strange and weird fantasy.

***

'Please mom, can I keep it. I'll keep it out of the way in my room, and it can sleep in my bed. The pet-girl won't be any trouble. I'll feed it and look after it, honest, mom,' the boy pleaded.

'You'll have to exercise your pet and house train it. Until then it has to pee outside in the garden. A pet-girl has to be looked after, and has to be sexed regularly, or it will get antsy and misbehave. I don't want you leaving it to your father to satisfy its sexual needs, when you get bored with it. Are you up to that?' his mother asked.

'Sure mom, I'll give it plenty of sex. My friends can come around and play with it too,' he eagerly said.

'Well, maybe. We'll see about that,' his mom said.

She felt a bit funny about the idea of letting his friends have sex with the pet, as after all, it was the same age as her. Seeing those young guys randy over a woman her age, would be disturbing. Especially as the woman had been a friend and neighbour, until he trained her to be his pet-girl.

Reggie was dressing his pet in revealing clothes, and it wasn't allowed to wear panties. That too left her feeling uncomfortable.

What if they barged into her home looking for sex, and mistook her for the pet-girl? A gang of rampant young guys would act first, and think later. His mom shook her head of the thought, needing to calm down. Looking the pet over, she wondered if allowing his friends to help look after the pet was a good idea.

*

The pet-girl was tidying up Reggie's room while he was out. She heard his friends troop into the house, and sighed.

'Not again! They've been around twice this week,' Nancy heavily sighed.

'Err, I think you should ask Reggie . . . Oh! Carl! You're poking me with your penis! Be careful, it might slip in. Oooo! Yes!' Reggie's pet was breathing heavily and finding it difficult to say anything.

The pet slumped over Reggie's bed after a deep orgasm. The boy had wandered in with his friends and just helped himself to her sex. Looking over her shoulder, she watched another boy unzip his jeans, and pull his cock out.

'Oh! No! Boy's, you can't, err, you can't just, do it to me. You should ask first,' the pet complained.

As nothing more than a trained pet-girl, there was nothing she could do. These boy's didn't own her, but they were her master's friends. She could do nothing but automatically respond to them, as she had been trained to do.

'Okay, Mrs Wells, may we fuck you, please?' Freddy asked, as his cock slid into her sopping wet vagina.

'Oh! Yes! Oh! No!' she alternately pleaded, from knowing they were all going to take her.

She would be sore for awhile afterwards, but they were decent enough not to bugger her. Perhaps a couple of them would be interested in a blowjob, as that would help her poor vagina. Though, the thought of all that semen shooting up inside her was exciting.

*

Daren's mom didn't like the idea of his friends dropping by to keep the pet-girl happy, as the sheets would have to be changed every time they visited. Having her husband service it, was an even worse idea.

'Alright, keep the pet, but you must look after it properly,' she agreed.

'Yes, mom, I'll feed it, and take it to the bathroom, and give it plenty of sex, I promise,' Reggie told his mother.

'Make sure you do. You've trained it to need sex twice a day, so make sure you service it before school, and when you get home,' his mom lectured him. 'I don't want it getting horny and escaping the house, to mate around the neighbourhood.'

Nancy kept her eyes down, too embarrassed to look at the woman, who was once her friend, and neighbour. Trained to be a lowly pet-girl, she no longer counted for much. It was especially humiliating when the son talked about bringing his friends over, to have sex with her. What must her friend think of her, now that she was the son's lowly sex pet?

***

Nancy pushed the weird fantasy away, locking it in the dark depths of her mind. Her body wasn't so easily dealt with, as she was now fired up, ready for sex. She pulled on the zip. Her hand went into his jeans, and pulled out a stiff cock. There wasn't a look of distaste on her face, as she'd seen it before, and it had been inside her down there.

Mrs Wells was obviously disappointed, and he wondered why. Maybe the internet was wrong about this. He thought all married women would willingly do this, and practiced it whenever they didn't feel like full sex.

At eighteen he considered himself lucky to have a beautiful MILF gripping his cock. As for fucking her, that was pure magic. It had been an accident finding her in the utility cupboard. Seeing her cute ass upturned, and wriggling around, was mesmerising. He pulled the door shut on them, so they were tightly stuck together in that small cupboard.

He'd thought it a wonderful opportunity to rub himself up against her bottom. When it turned into an opportunity to fuck her, he just had to do it. He wasn't sure if she had wanted him to, or he'd forced her. That question was answered later, in a motel room. He found she became so aroused, sex couldn't be resisted, like in the cupboard, and the motel bed.

From then on, he had her where he wanted her. Nearly. She had to do as she was told, or he would tell his friends what happened, and that would get back to her husband. The only thing was, that the threat could only be used once. He thought he wanted her to completely capitulate, and so he was working toward that day.

Reggie watched her lips pucker up, making a perfect 'O' shape. A little closer, then she pulled away. Her breathing was coming in little gasps. A decision was made, and with determination she kissed the head of his penis. The tight expression on her face revealed this was considered a better alternative to being buggered.

The first tentative kiss was followed by another. Her face began to relax as it was decided this wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. Opening her lips, she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. It was only between her lips for a moment, but she had achieved it.

'I'm going to put my hands behind your head, and guide you,' Reggie said.

He had to, as the tension was killing him. Watching her hesitate, then do it, then pull back, was great, yet too much to handle.

'No! I'll do it in my own good time,' she admonished him. 'I can do it, I will,' she resolutely said.

He could see her willing herself on. The woman was strange. From not wanting to suck him off, to being determined to do it, was barely ten minutes. It had been the same in the cupboard. She went from trying to stop him getting too close, to encouraging him to fuck harder and faster.

For a while she held his cock in her mouth, trying to breath. Her breathe was snorting through her nostrils. Relaxing, bringing her breathing under control, she pushed forward, and bulged her cheek out. She began to run her tongue under his cock, while sucking on it like a lolly pop. Occasionally sloppy popping sounds were made when it came unstuck from her lips. In a steady rhythm, she rocked her head back and forth.

Reggie watched her with his eyes wide. He was astonished that his mother's friend was actually blowing him, and naturally he was loving it. He wanted it to last forever, as she seemed to be getting the hang of it. Not deep throat, but near enough. He was getting near, and wondered what to do.

A look of concentration on her face told a story. The woman was one for doing things well and not half heartedly. Even sucking him off was going to be done properly and to the best of her ability. She was really going for it, until feeling he was ready to cum.

'I'm going to cum!' Reggie warned her.

When he started to spurt his load into her mouth, she stopped, with a look of horror on her face. This hadn't been thought through. He didn't see her anymore, while he tightly shut his eyes and groaned. He was pumping strings of cum into her mouth! She gulped and swallowed quickly, not wanting to taste or feel the slimy strings of cum.

Sucking hard, she pulled everything from his balls. Mrs Wells had done a thorough job as she always aimed to do. Though, this wasn't something she was going to boast about to her cronies, over coffee and cakes.

'You can stop now, Mrs Wells,' Reggie said, seeing how out of it she was.

From the look of concentration on her face, the woman was in a dream world, and he didn't want to know anything about it. Even if it involved his cock, he didn't want to get involved.

His cock was half done, and flopped out of her mouth. Seeing it pull from her mouth was impressive. He pretended to be experienced but he'd never had a blow job before. He knew enough to know this was a good one.

'Well done, Mrs Wells,' he said, and figured that was a bit too gross.

He didn't want to kiss her now, and instead cuddled her. After awhile, she left the dream world to be with him.

'What about me?' she quietly asked.

It took him a moment or two to figure out what she meant. He wouldn't be ready for awhile yet. This might not be what a master would do, but he was curious. He knew the feel of her pussy, but hadn't seen it up close.

He grinned at her, and pushed down in the bed. On the way he kissed her nipples, sucking them hard, and biting them. She liked that. It got her ready to play. He pushed his head into her crotch, and lifted the sheet to give him light. He licked everywhere ever to gently with the tip of his tongue.

He was sensitising her sex, as it was twitching to every flick of his tongue. She lifted her hips, and moaned. He delved in with his tongue, then pushed in a finger up to his palm, while sucking on her clitoris. This was all new to him, but he was enthusiastic. He sucked everything into his mouth to nibble, suck, and lick. Mrs Wells was writhing under him.

She heaved up her hips, trying to absorb his tongue and fingers into her vagina. The groaning turned to whimpers, and her legs vibrated from the tension.

'Oh! Reggie, Reggie! I'm there. Oh! God! Yes!' Nancy whined.

Reggie spat on the sheet, and wiped his mouth. She didn't say anything about his uncouth behaviour, as she was still unaware of anything except herself. He pushed himself up the bed, and pulled her onto his chest. He kissed her lips, and explored her mouth. She was supine, just laying there letting his fingers play with her engorged lips, and letting his lips suck on her mouth.

He stopped playing with her after awhile, and just held her close. Her breathing told him she had fallen asleep. He smiled from seeing how innocent and happy she looked. He wanted this moment to last forever. He had the pleasure of pleasing a beautiful woman, and enjoyed every moment.

He wasn't sure what he was doing to her, when she said he gave her deep orgasms, but that didn't matter. He'd captivated her somehow, and it wasn't the blackmail that had her complying to his demands. She was a strong woman, and wouldn't give in to blackmail, he knew that much about her. He must be doing something she needed, and he was determined to find that out, and do it more, whatever it was.

His eyes began to flicker, and he fell asleep.

***

'Honey! Are you in? Nancy!' Hank shouted.

Nancy jumped up from the bed, and whispered a shout at Reggie, 'Get in the bathroom! Quick!' Nancy pushed him in the right direction.

Hank strode in, loudly telling her something happened in the office, and that it was good news. She knew he would draw it out, whatever it was, so she didn't listen too hard.

'Let's go to that restaurant we meant to last week. Hurry up, I've got a reservation,' he told her.

'No! I'll use that one, you go into the k**s bathroom,' Nancy said, sounding a little too loud.

'Good idea,' he said, and walked out of the bedroom.

Quickly throwing Reggie's clothes into the wash basket, she went into the bathroom to find where he was.

Pulling back the shower curtain, she said, 'Your clothes are in the wash basket. When we are gone, get dressed and go!' she quietly insisted.

'I need my tooth brush, and razor that's all. I don't need to change,' Hank told her. 'Hurry up and shower!' he insisted.

In the mirror she could see she was sweaty looking from the afternoon's sex session. Of course no one would guess that she, a modest housewife had been screwing an adolescent stud.

Looking at her husband, brushing and spitting, she dropping the gown, and stepped into the shower. Reggie was naked too, but that wasn't what she was frightened of. Her husband was brushing his teeth, and she was trying to make sense of what he was saying. Already in a panic it was difficult enough concentrating on him, without a brush filling his mouth.

Filling his mouth with a brush, reminded her of Reggie filling his mouth with her sex bits. They were both under the shower, and Reggie was soaping his hands, preparing to wash her naked body.

'No!' she warned him.

'So I agreed with the boss. . . What? Yes, I did . . .' Hank continued.

'That's great, honey,' Nancy placated him, as Reggie wrapped his hands around her breasts.

'No!' she warned him more quietly this time.

He was soaping her breasts, and it reminded her of the time up at the cabin. His cock was hard, pressing up against her bottom, then slid between her cheeks.

'I'm looking forward to a meal out, are you?' hank asked.

'Yes, that's great,' she shouted, as the boy pinched her nipples.

'Should we take a chance and ask for a table outside?' Hank asked.

'I'd like it inside better,' she said, and Reggie pushed at her anus, lifting her up on tiptoe.

'Not there!' she said, too loudly.

'I've already booked. I can't make another reservation at short notice,' Hank told her.

'Alright, that will be fine,' she shouted.

'Alright then, in I come,' Reggie said.

Nancy stood on tiptoe, with the head of the boy's penis pressing at her asshole. Her husband was just the other side of the curtain, so she couldn't protest much. Knowing Reggie's persistence once aroused, she would have to do something, and quickly.

Dropping the soap, she bent to pick it up. He let go of her breasts, thinking it would be easier buggering her while bent over. He grabbed her hips as she reached down for the soap, with the head of his cock nudging at her anus. He'd been soaping her bottom, and pussy at the same time, reducing her to a compliant doll. All she'd said to her husband was, yes, and, no, hoping to be in the right order.

Bent over, about to be buggered by her son's friend, her husband made a face at her through the curtain.

'Don't be long, I want to tell you what happened,' he said, and left her in the arms of her teenage lover.

The boy was about to lean forward and impale her ass with his cock. He was too big for her anus, without a lot of preparation. The head of his cock pushing at her asshole already hurt, but wasn't too bad. Bent over, she pushed a hand between her legs, grabbed his cock, and leaned back before he could.

Knowing he wouldn't give up, she guided it into her pussy, and stood up.

'Oh! Hell!' she yelped.

When he thrust all the way in, his cock rubbed over her G spot. It rubbed hard, and at that angle it felt tight in her vagina. Her hands went around behind her to grab his hands, guiding them back to her tits.

'Squeeze them,' she told him. 'Maul them!' she demanded.

He was hefting her up almost off her feet with every deep thrust. It took only a short while for her to orgasm. At the same time he shot his load into her. He put a hand over her mouth when she cried out, as he could hear her husband in the bedroom, opening a closing draws.

Nancy squeezed her pussy with a hand, and shook her head. He was soaping her down, in case there were any tell tale signs.

'The shower cap looks weird,' he said. 'Don't forget, no panties,' he heavily demanded.

'You must keep quiet, just for me, please, Reggie,' she said, and left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her.

It was strange walking into their bedroom, to stand naked in front of her husband, with her young lovers semen inside her. She kept the towel wrapped tightly around her until he left.

***

At the restaurant Nancy quickly went to the bathroom, to find both stalls were vacant. On opening her purse, she cursed.

The boy had made sure she didn't wear panties, as she left the bedroom. He'd made her lift the dress to show she had obeyed him. It was an awful thing to do, and she wasn't quite sure why she was complying so much to his demands. Intending to tuck a pair into her purse, she had been in a rush, and forgotten. Her husband had talked about his promotion, and distracted her, so of course she felt in need of giving him her full attention. It was only fair after what she had done in the shower with the boy.

Cursing, she tucked some tissue between her legs, and made her way back to the table. It was then she realised how boring her husband could be. He was talking about the promotion, and didn't notice her nervousness at all. It was one thing going without panties at home, but here in public it felt awful. It was as if everyone was sniggering at her, recognising she was under the control of a mere boy.

***

Hank was working at home for a couple of days, planning his presentation for a new project. Nancy was pleased not to be pounced upon by Reggie, though she was beginning to miss the outrageous sex. Why did it have to be a boy that was so good at exciting her? He was playing with her, trying to make her do things, things she didn't want to do. The naughty boy was purposely thinking up perverse tasks for her to perform.

It wasn't her idea, it was Hank who wanted to invite friends around for drinks. He was going to announce his promotion to them, in a small way, and wasn't going to boast in the slightest. Nancy sighed heavily, but went along with the idea.

Then it occurred to her, that she could invite Reggie and his parents. Maybe he would get the point, that everyone was involved and effected by what they did, not just the two of them. It might put him in his place whilst among adults, including his parents. If not, she would spell it out for him.

The party for friends was swinging along nicely. Mrs Wells wore a black dress as instructed by Reggie over the phone. If she didn't do as she was told, he would make an announcement at the party. He told her to wear a string of pearls, a push up bra, high heels, stockings held by a suspender belt, and nothing else. Definitely no panties had been the firm instruction. No one knew this, but she did, and it effected the way she felt. It left her feeling vulnerable, naughty, and sexy.

Dressing to please a mere boy had become a bit of a thrill. Of course she shouldn't have given in to him, but that stupid weak decision, had been made right at the beginning. She'd been afraid of her secret getting out, though wanting to experience a deep orgasm again was also a strong influence. Submitting to him seemed the only option, and now she was stuck with it. After all he put her through there was no going back now.

Right at the beginning, she should have slapped him for his audacious suggestions, and sent him home with a good telling off. So here she was, being told what to do by a demanding teenager with raging hormones, and a grubby imagination.

The tight fitting dress with simple lines, looked sophisticated. Her friends had commented on how nice she looked. There was a certain glow to her cheeks, which a couple of friends had mentioned, and looked at her husband. They were completely wrong, and should have been looking at Reggie instead.

A glow of satisfaction lit her face, from the thought that she had a toy-boy to add excitement in her life.

When Cleo said hello and kissed her, Nancy became tense. If the woman found out she was having sex with her son, there would be a hell of a row, maybe v******e knowing Cleo. Nothing showed on her face, and she was able to carry on with the deceit.

The dress had a zip at the back, and she knew what that was for. Occasionally the boy came close and surprised her. He pulled the zip up from the hem, a little bit more each time. Feeling the threat of exposure was exciting. She'd been told by him her bottom was cute, and worth showing off. Not in front of friends would she dare do such a terrible thing.

Her arousal was noted by a couple of men, who whispered in an ear how sexy she looked this evening. One of them took the liberty of patting her bottom, and surprisingly, she said nothing. It was very unlike her, and it was down to Reggie sexing her up, making her ready for it.

The damn zip was too high up from the hem, and started slipping further up by itself. Unable to reach the damn thing, she sought Reggie out, smiling at people as she passed, hurrying to find him.

Nancy thankfully found him alone in the kitchen.

'Please! Reggie! Zip me up. Any higher and I'll be exposing my bare bottom. You promised not to put our arrangement in jeopardy,' she admonished him.

'Come here then,' he said, and wrapped his arms around her, to reach the zip.

'Couldn't you do that from behind me?' she complained.

After all the exciting moments they had been through, she enjoyed being in his arms. It all started as an accident, though she suspected Reggie had caused it somehow. She let him kiss her. He was good at that, too good, and it added to her arousal. In the boy's arms being smooched like a teenager, was wrong. Because of that it was also exciting and enlivening. Her pulse raced and her heart rate leaped.

The zip was up around her waist and he was massaging her bottom. He was mauling it, running his fingers between her cheeks. Pressing her asshole, fingering it delicately. Her level of arousal was near its limits. Any more of this and she would be pleading with him to take her.

Breaking away from his lips, she said, 'Please, Reggie, you must zip me up, someone will see me like this, and it will be so shameful,' she pleaded.

The simple way would have been to ask her husband, but if she did that, Reggie would have made her suffer in some way. He had an inventive mind, and would punish her as though she were his little girl. It really got to her, and did something on a deep level. This was not something she wanted to dwell upon.

Unable to reach the zip, and with her bottom bared, she couldn't go looking for her husband. Reggie did this to her all the time. He got her stoked up, and tricked her into doing something terrible. Though it wasn't always terrible, it could be sexy and delicious. Damn him! She was addicted to his naughty games!

He turned her around and bent her over the table.

'Oh! Reggie! Not now! Please, someone might walk in! Please!' she begged.

Without ceremony his cock reached right in on the first thrust. It showed how well he'd worked her up. He knew what to do, what she needed, and soon had her panting toward a climax. When he unexpectedly withdrew, she wanted to scream at him.

'Not now, I'm so close, Reggie. Please! Finish me off, you bastard! No!' she yelped, when he pulled the zip down, covering her up. 'Please! Reggie, please fuck me!'

He patted her bottom, sending her on her way. Nancy staggered away on high heels with a silver tray of tiny sandwiches.

Whenever she saw him, she looked pleadingly at him. Every time she stood still, she ground her thighs together. This was the first time for her, to be caught on the edge of an orgasm, and she didn't like it one little bit. He'd told her an orgasm would be all the more powerful for waiting. She didn't think so.

The late part of the evening had arrived and people were dancing drunkenly on the patio. The stone slab floor was a good surface, just so long as you were sober, and didn't fall.

Leo's husband grabbed her for a dance. He was Reggie's father and it felt strange dancing with him, even after so many times in the past. A slow number came on just as they stepped onto the dance floor. At that moment, being in anyone's arms was nice, but his meant something special. She snuggled up to him, for a close dance.

No one took any notice as they were all long time friends, and her husband was there to lookout for her, as Leo was too. His hands were wandering a bit. As he found she wasn't objecting he steered her into the shadows, and stole a kiss. For a short moment he felt her tongue in his mouth and so he tried again. His hands were all over her now.

Fortunately the music stopped, and a faster number came on. They separated and with him looking embarrassed and her looking just as sexed up, they shuffled off to different parts of the house.

'What do you think you were doing?' Reggie asked.

'What do you expect? We have sex remember, not a relationship. If you wind me up my spring needs releasing. I can chose who gives me release. Be warned, Reggie,' she teased him.

He grabbed her and pushed her over the kitchen table. After a few glasses of wine, she was unsteady, especially when wearing high heels. He put a hand heavily on the middle of her back, pulled the zip up, and swiped her bare bottom.

'Oww! No! Reggie, please, not here and now!' she angrily reacted.

'No more messing around. You belong to me, got it?' he demanded.

'Oww! Alright, whatever you say,' she said.

'You had better mean it,' he told her.

'Oww! Yes, I mean it.'

'Oww! Please, Reggie, it hurts, and someone might come in.'

'Oww! Yes, alright! I know what to do, Reggie. I'll do as I'm told, honest.'

'Oww! Yes, master, thank you, master, whatever you say, master,' she desperately spoke.

Conscious that someone might walk in at any moment, she had no choice but to give in to the boy.

'Oww! Yes, master, I'll be obedient, I promise be your obedient slave, master,' she said, trying hard to sound sincere.

'Oww! You can fuck me anytime, master, and only you can fuck me, master!' she quietly spoke, hoping that was what he wanted her to say.

When the words left her lips, she felt strange, lightheaded, as though a great weight had been lifted. It had been admitted, and was meant! She was his to fuck anytime he wanted. The truth was out, that he had mastered her, and made her into his sex slave.

It was the wine that loosened her tongue, but the idea had been there for some time, laying dormant and fomenting. It was in the background, in her subconscious, and had been growing in strength for some time. She had promised to be his obedient slave! How was that possible, how could she say such a thing?

It felt good to have it out in the open, but that didn't mean it was a good thing. This was a terrible admission! In the morning she would have to think through the consequences of this foolish statement, and decide if it was true, or just the drink talking.

***

Next morning Reggie was still there. His parents had volunteered for him to help clean up the mess. If only the mess she was in could be cleaned up so easily.

It was an unnecessary offer, as there was no way he could meet Mrs Wells' exacting standards. All he could do was collect cans, bottles, glasses, and clear away the usual debris of a party. She stacked the dish washer, and attended to the finer points of cleaning and tidying.

'You actually stack the cans of food with the labels facing outwards,' Reggie commented.

'It makes it easier when selecting something from the cupboard,' she defensively stated.

'I'll empty the dishwasher,' he offered.

'No! You'll get fingerprints on the glasses,' she said.

The woman had admitted to some heavy feelings last night. He figured his plan was working, but of course, it had been the drink that poured the admission from her. Seeing her bent over he had to test her resolve. Nancy was no longer trying to fight him off, she just made a token effort.

'Oh! Reggie, please!' she complained.

She wasn't wearing panties this morning, which meant she was still obeying his orders. As she walked to the sink, he held her crotch. He could feel her loosening up, becoming alive down there.

'Stop it, Reggie! You know I don't like it in the morning,' she complained.

'You're pussy is telling me something different,' he laughed.

He got on his knees and lifted the back of the housecoat, and tucked it into the belt, out of the way.

'No! Oh! Err,' she suddenly changed her tone of voice, when her husband appeared at the open window. 'What did you say, dear?' Mrs Wells asked her husband.

'The outside is cleared away, how's it going in there? Is Derrick helping you out alright?' Hank asked.

'Mmm! Yes, dear, he's, err, doing nicely,' she heavily breathed.

'You alright?' he asked.

'Yes, dear, I'm okay. I'm washing the last of the glasses, and that will be it. I'll be complete in a moment,' she said, and winced, when a tongue found how open she was.

'Is he careful enough to satisfy you?' Hank asked.

'Mmm, yes, he knows what he's doing,' she gasped.

'Are you sure you're alright?' he asked again.

'Yes! Just some indigestion, I'll take a tablet,' she said, unable to mention her sex was being sucked on by a neighbour's son.

'You need anything in there?' he asked.

'Mmm, yes, please,' she agreed, having been thoroughly worked up.

Trying to pull her legs together did no good, as he was squatting between them. It was difficult paying attention to her husband, while a boy was licking her lips, and tonguing her clitoris. She gripped the sink, with knuckles turning white.

'I'll go to the store then. You sure you've got what you need?' he asked.

His expression suggested he thought something was wrong with her, but he said nothing. How could he possibly guess what was happening between her legs? Not so long ago, she was an ordinary boring housewife. Now she was a slut, enjoying lots of scrummy sex. She had sex whenever it was demanded from her, by a normal everyday neighbourhood boy. That is was just a boy sexing her up didn't bother her at that moment, just so long as he made her cum.

'Yes! I've almost got what I need. Just a little more, please!' she whispered while watching her husband disappear into the garage.

He turned to wave to her, with a look of concern on his face. Nancy waved back and groaned lightly. The noise deepened as though arising from her belly. The orgasm brought a fierceness of concentration to her face, and she gripped the sink even tighter.

Out of control, she rocked her head back with mouth wide, and moaned a guttural sound. The orgasm quaked in her belly and rose up through her entire body, like red hot lava. Another deep and shattering orgasm shocked her. The boy had done it again!

Hank got in the car and made a mental note to call in at the pharmacy for the strongest medicine he could buy. Nancy was being brave, but she had a bad case of tummy wobbles, and would be in pain all day, and a pain to everyone else around her.

He would be surprised on arriving home to find her completely cured. Body and soul were healed and happily living in harmony. Not the town, the state of being.

The small detail concerning an indiscretion last night was forgotten for the moment. There would be plenty of time to talk over with Derrick why she couldn't possibly be a slave-girl. At her age it was ridiculous, and just not possible, or practical. At any age, of course. Being just a boy, he was still optimistic about life and living it. Reality was much different, which he would learn in the fullness of time.

A woman of thirty-eight couldn't possibly give in to an adolescent, at least, not to that extent. However tempting a prospect it was, she had to resist it, like closing an open box of chocolates.

He'd always been a polite and sweet boy to her, when visiting her son. Now he expected her to obey him. It was true, she was obeying his demands, but that had to stop. She had to take back control of this naughty game, and put a stop to it. Nancy sighed heavily. It was so easy for men, as they could give in to their desires, whereas a woman had to suppress hers, and fight off his.

It had to be done. The risk that he would use his blackmail threat, would have to be taken. He would be told it was over, the naughty game was at an end, and that was that.

Nancy planned on showing Reggie the error of his ways at her husband's party. Among partying adults as well as his parents, Reggie, just an eighteen-year-old, was supposed to be firmly put in his place. Instead, Nancy was put in her place, and that place was on the end of his cock.

Telling him the blackmail and its consequences were not worth this immoral behaviour was a risk, but the sex had to stop one way or the other. She had been lucky so far, but they were sure to be caught sooner or later, and that couldn't happen. Telling him it had to end meant trusting his good character, or rather a hope that he was getting bored with her.

Reggie considered the party had been a total success. In front of everyone he'd played with his sex-toy. He'd ordered her not to wear panties, teased her in front of everyone, then fucked her in the kitchen. Yet again she'd reluctantly submitted to being his sexual plaything.

No one knew what he had been up to as they had been discreet. She knew what he'd done to her. He'd sexed her up in front of everyone, and that had the desired effect. It was one more defeat to her resistance, which was gradually being chipped away, and he would continue to work upon her until she completely caved in.

The complaints and resistance was clear, though at the party she hesitantly acknowledged being his sex-toy! Of course it wasn't meant, as she had been softened up with alcohol, and was in a vulnerable state after sex. It was a start.

When he blackmailed her into pandering to his whims, this hadn't been anticipated, by either of them. Agreeing to play along with his demands was necessary, to prevent him publishing the damning videos on the internet. If she had realised how demeaning his demands would become, she would have refused outright, and called his bluff right at the beginning.

He gradually became more assertive and demanding as each day passed, until she felt unable to fight him. When it was realised she was giving in to him far too much, it was too late to back out, as he had far too much blackmail material to use against her. Instead of being in control and minimising the damage, she was getting deeper into trouble.

***

During the week after the party, he called around to just kiss and cuddle her. As agreed sometime ago, she had to enthusiastically join in, and couldn't get away with being passive. Though heavy petting in her home with Reggie, was now a well worn habit so she just got on with it.

Thinking he was getting bored with her, Nancy was pleased he was satisfied with just heavy petting session. When they took a break for air, it occurred to her that he was taking it for granted, that she would just give into him. In the kitchen of her home, she was letting a boy deeply kiss her, and she was pleased about it!

It would be outrageous for one of her son's friends to walk in, wrap his arms around her, and start kissing her.

What would she say, 'You must get yourself a girlfriend, Jimmy. You can't keep using me as a substitute. Last time you didn't use a condom, and that was so very wrong. I'm a married woman, and I just can't get pregnant with a teenager. So please, stop using me like this!'

He'd learnt how to please her, and was doing a good job of it. His hand was up her skirt, fiddling wonderfully with her squidgy bits down there. He'd stoked her up to being very wet and ready.

'Reggie, you mustn't, please!' she breathed around his tongue.

They broke off before her husband walked into the kitchen, and Reggie hid in the utility room.

Wanting to put Reggie off, she said, 'Hank, I need a hug.'

Reggie was sure to hear her, then see them kissing and cuddling like a normal married couple. Surely he would leave her alone and maybe, she could get back to being a normal housewife again.

If her husband found out she wasn't wearing panties, she couldn't tell him it was an order from one of their son's friends. A little nervous giggle escaped her lips, and she put a hand up to her mouth. Being aroused by a young boy and using it to flirt with her husband, wasn't ideal but her motives were right. That is, if she could still tell what was right and wrong.

She flashed her eyes at him, and he popped the can which foamed up. She looked at the can with a suggestive, exaggerated longing. He took in the short skirt, tight blouse with her nipples protruding, pointing at him accusingly. He knew he'd neglected her recently, maybe longer, but he was working hard, and concentrated on work. Right now he needed to relax.

'Do you want a beer? I need to get to the den, the results and highlights of the games are on.' he told her and scurried off.

'Damn you!' she exhaled.

She'd been breathing heavily, wanting him to respond to her needs. The oaf hadn't noticed her at all. He just saw a housewife, there to tend the house, him, and their son, like a maid.

She was peeved he hadn't noticed her, and was more interested in the sport results. On the other hand, Reggie had left her feeling excited and wanting more.

Very nearly being caught, left Reggie feeling he should leave her to it. They had been playing around too much, and he had been pushing it to close when others were around. It wasn't fair on her, and he did care about her, despite what she thought.

Reggie grabbed her, kissed her, and said, 'I'd better go. I did promise not to endanger you, and that was a close one.'

'Oh! Yes, I guess so,' she said, wondering what that was all about.

Watching him go from the kitchen window, she stamped her foot.

'Damn! The boy doesn't think about what I need! As long as his penis and ego are satisfied, he's off. All he wants is to dump his load in me, one end or the other. If I have an orgasm it's just coincidental. Bastards, all of them!' she ranted, under her breath.

***

Reggie called again, and she was still fuming over how he left her sexed up, needing an orgasm. It was humiliating to be left on the edge by a schoolboy, who sauntered away without a care in the world. Busy cleaning the lounge, her daughter lifted her feet for her to vacuum the carpet.

Seeing Reggie, they both smiled and said, hello. Both had a tension in their voices, though Nancy's was anger, whereas Wendy's voice sounded pleased to see him, then turned to embarrassment. Nancy's anger faded and she asked if he wanted a drink.

'I'll get it, mom, I mean, like, okay,' Wendy eagerly said and jumped up.

Nancy switched on the vacuum and looked daggers at Reggie, who shrugged in return. He came back with the drink, to talk to Nancy, but Wendy got in the way. She didn't know what they were talking about but joined in anyway.

'I was wondering if the cabin would be available in a couple of weeks time,' Reggie asked.

'I'll look at the calendar, it's in the den,' Wendy said, and ran off.

'Do not encourage her!' Nancy said.

'I don't know what you mean. She's over eighteen, and you did tell me to get someone my own age.' he teased.

'Not my daughter, okay!' Nancy crossly spoke.

'Yes, alright,' Reggie admitted, indicating he was more than happy with what they had going, all that with a smile and a shrug.

Obviously Wendy wasn't going to leave him alone, so he said his goodbye's to them both, and left.

'Haven't got something to do? At least you can tidy your room,' Nancy tightly spoke.

For the rest of the day she was in a bad mood, from being sexually frustrated, and annoyed at her daughter's chirpy humour.

***

Sunday came around slowly for Nancy, and despite telling herself she was being silly, a playful mood overtook her. Reggie was coming around this evening to hang out with her son, and she wondered what the boy had planned for her.

Again she had to remind herself that he was just a teenager, and wasn't mature enough to understand a person should be cared for, and not just used. It made no difference, as he hadn't been around much this week, and when he visited, it had been frustrating. She missed the completion he gave her. Damn it! It was the excitement of not knowing how he was going to take her, and the prospect of a marvellous fuck.

This week had been filled with the boring housewife role, and she yearned for some excitement, and even some danger in her life. Reggie represented all that she needed, and more. It was no wonder she was excited.

Not taking any chances of spoiling tonight, she changed into a short skirt, and didn't wear panties as he directed. A light blue blouse was almost transparent, with a pattern to cover her nipples. It wasn't very daring, but she hoped it would please him. While ironing she wondered about buying some exotic underwear and more daring clothes.

She would have to ask him if she could buy panties, but if they were thongs he might agree. He might allow her to wear a pair of split crotch panties, with a quarter cup bra. Nancy had a fit of giggles, and covered her mouth with a hand, so as not to attract attention.

Damn it! She was a grown woman, an adult, so a mere boy couldn't dictate what underwear she could buy. She wasn't wearing panties because he ordered her not to, so what was next? Shorter skirts, see-through blouses, peephole bras? Erotic underwear and poses came to mind, and she had the giggles again. She felt light headed, as though she had a schoolgirl crush on the boy.

Nancy realised her imagination was running away with her, because she was sexually aroused. Anticipation of him arriving had her stoked up and ready for him!

Eagerly answering the door she found Reggie and his father.

'I hope you don't mind, but I'm away working next week. Could Reggie stay here?' the man asked.

'Why of course, one more won't hurt,' she eagerly agreed.

'Thanks Mrs Wells, I appreciate it. You've already got two boys to look after, your husband and Michael,' he said.

She smiled and made all the right noises, to Reggie's father, though it was more of a problem than he could possibly imagine. The boy agreed not to come around too often, in case her husband became suspicious, but now he was moving in for a week.

She would be at his disposal, kept ready for his sexual demands for a whole week. How could she possibly get over being in such a wretched state?

'I don't suppose he will get into trouble while we are away, but friends might talk him into having a party. You know what happened to the Mandel's house last summer,' he said.

His father had left, and he was unpacking a back pack in the spare bedroom. Nancy stood in the spare bedroom doorway. The excited state had evaporated, as this was serious. If she didn't put her foot down, they would be discovered, and their arrangement would unravel along with her whole life.

She firmly stated, 'We are not having sex Reggie. This is not an invitation to use me every day for the week. No! That's all it has been, that's all it was, you using me for your needs. You need to get a girlfriend your own age, Reggie.'

He looked uncomfortable and didn't make any demands, or argue with her. It was thought to be a victory. When the boys went to the football match, she would sit him down and talk him into handing over the blackmail evidence.

The family gathered in the dining room, waiting for dinner. Reggie offered to help, but Nancy didn't want him in the kitchen where she might be a temptation for him.

'Mom's a good cook, and one more won't make a difference. You coming to the game afterwards?' Michael asked.

'Sure, come along if you want to, I've got a spare ticket,' Hank said.

'I've got homework to do. I need to make a presentation to college next week,' he said.

'I know you don't like football, but homework? I thought you would chuck it for the least excuse,' Michael laughed at his friend.

'Leave him alone. If he needs to study then let him. You're doing the right thing for your future, Reggie,' Nancy said.

Nancy worried that she had defended him too obviously. The others didn't seem to notice, as they hadn't expected him to join them. The same would have been if he invited them to a ball game.

Nancy kept the boy next to her, where she could keep an eye on him. He passed his phone to Michael, sharing some joke. She imagined him passing his phone to her husband, showing a video of them having sex. How many of those did he have after several weeks of sex.

***

'Well, I'm sorry, Hank, but the boy is so much better at it than you. The boy actually manages to give me a really nice orgasm. He has a bigger dick than you, and he knows what to do with it. He keeps me excited all the time, and he's keeping me on a sexual edge right now,' she imagined admitting to her husband.

***

'I know dear, you are right of course. I guess it's for the best, so I'll leave Reggie for you to look after, while we go to the game,' Hank said.

Nancy choked on some food, Reggie patted her back, and a hand went down to her thigh.

'Are you alright mom?' Wendy asked.

'Hit her harder,' Michael said, and his father playfully hit him.

'You're both asses,' Wendy indignantly stated.

'You okay, Mrs Wells,' Reggie asked.

The hand on her thigh slid up to her crotch, and squeezed her pussy. It was true, the boy used every opportunity to sex her up. Was he just taking advantage, or checking that she wasn't wearing panties? She'd agreed not to wear panties to avoid something worse.

It wasn't as though he was a nasty boy, a bully, or that he tormented her. On the contrary, he was a nice handsome young man, and he'd gradually led her into all this. Of course, she wouldn't have given in to him, if he didn't have that first video of them having sex together in the motel. Since then he'd added to his blackmail material, so she was even deeper in trouble.

Though, when they did have sex, it was wonderful and more fulfilling than anything she ever had before. The wonderful sex made it easier to give into the blackmail. It was a dreadful thing to admit, and difficult to accept, but the boy had rescued her from a boring housewife routine.

'Sorry mom, I didn't realise you were actually choking,' Michael said, looking sorry for himself.

'Yea, meathead, like, Reggie is a nice guy, and knows what to do to help,' Wendy said, adding to her brothers embarrassment.

Reggie massage her back, and with the excuse of being close, had a hand up her skirt. Nancy was angry with him for taking advantage of her in front of her family. With everyone's attention upon her, he was still playing with her lips. She felt them swelling, and her sex was opening up to him. Her body was betraying her, when she needed to keep hold of the anger to use against him.

A wave of humiliation swamped the anger, leaving her feeling hot and bothered. Her face was red from choking so her arousal didn't show so much. Her nipples were swollen, but then who would ask her about that?

She found herself saying, 'Thank you Reggie, I needed that.'

Nancy gasped on realising what she had said. No one knew what she was really thanking him for, so she sipped a glass of water. She rubbed her thighs together trying not to be obvious. The boy had stoked her up by rubbing her clit, then shuffling back to his place further along the table.

The others continued their conversations around her, making plans about the game, and Wendy mentioned a friend she was seeing this afternoon. Michael teased her about the girlfriend, but she didn't bite, and just made a face at him. They were twins, both eighteen, but brother and sister still teased each other.

The conversation went passed her, as she tried to recover from being sexually m*****ed before her family. It was unfair to say that about Reggie, but it was more or less true as she hadn't invited him to invade her privacy.

Dinner was over and Reggie volunteered to help clear away.

'I'd help too,' Wendy said, 'Only I've got to meet, Judy. You're so good, Reggie, not like my brother.'

In the kitchen the two lovers talked about inconsequential little things.

'None of them help out, but there again I'm home all day, not at college or work,' Nancy said.

'Maybe you should relax more, and get them to help,' Reggie suggested.

'Be careful with that dish. It goes on the bottom shelf. Here let me show you,' Nancy told him.

Bending over the dishwasher, she felt he was too close, and the inevitable touching began. She should have guessed what would happen when bending over, but reacted to quickly to think it through. His fingers played her so well, she didn't react, except to keep still.

'No! Reggie, please, someone might walk in, please don't!' she whispered, yet breathed heavily from the thrill of it.

'Okay, but only because everyone is going out. You'll be all mine then,' he declared.

'No! Reggie, you can't do this to me. I'm not your plaything. You can't keep helping yourself to my body like this. My head is in a spin! I don't know when you're going to pounce on me next. It's got to stop, Reggie. No more! Whatever you do or say, no more!' she lectured.

This wasn't going as well as he thought. Staying in her house was supposed to give him the opportunity to take control of her. Instead, she was breaking free daring him to play the blackmail card. Had he pushed her too far? Everyone had their limits.

He continued playing with her sex, and crouched down behind the unit so if anyone did walk in, they wouldn't see him. Despite her declaration, she didn't move away. She stood with legs apart, in a short skirt, without panties, while he found her most sensitive places.

'Ooo! Reggie, you must stop this, please!' she murmured.

All week he'd worked her up, until she desperately needed completion, then denied her satisfaction. Was the blackmail the real reason she gave in to him, or did she want him for the sex? It was difficult to know fantasy from reality when he had her so worked up.

Anticipation of a hard fucking was deliriously looked forward to. The idea of stopping this arrangement was forgotten about.

'We're going now. I'll see you later. You should get Reggie to help you, he seems willing enough,' Hank told her, and left for the football game.

Nancy whispered her agreement. Reggie could certainly help her achieve an orgasm. After her husband left the kitchen, Reggie stopped fiddling with her naughty bits, and stood up.

'I'd better start studying. It's hard to concentrate with you around,' he laughed.

'Nooo! Please let me cum!' she murmured, when he left the kitchen.

***

Damn, him! He was leaving her high and dry, desperately needing a good seeing to. Knowing how good an orgasm she always had with him, made it all the more exasperating. She was annoyed, and frustrated, so got on with chores to lose herself in the usual cleaning and tidying.

It was no good, she needed what he had and nothing else would do. Reluctant to admit she was desperate, she walked away from the study door before making a fool of herself.

In her bedroom, she tried a vibrator he'd bought her, but that did no good. He'd bought it for her to use in front of him, which was an awful idea, and so she refused. Even though the nasty act had been refused, she couldn't get it out of her head. Instead of helping her cum, it left her more frustrated than ever.

Knowing she would give in sooner or later, she decided to minimise the frustration, and face the embarrassment. Never before had she asked him for sex. Not daring to face the humiliation of being refused, she removed the skirt and top. Dressing in his favourite underwear, she figured on minimising the risk of refusal.

Quietly opening the study door, she found him concentrating on course work. Nancy stood quietly at his side, wearing a quarter cup push up bra, a suspender belt holding up sheer black stockings, and nothing else.

A guarantee was needed that he wouldn't put her off until later, and this was it. He turned his head toward her, and she melted. The look of fiery desire on his face, ignited a smouldering yearning. Nancy couldn't help dancing on the spot from sexual hunger and anticipation.

She purposely bounced her breasts up and down, and stood with legs apart. He'd ordered her to shave down there, so he could see how wet she was, and right now she was dripping.

Damn! The boy was just staring at her, looking her up and down. What was he waiting for? He could see the state she was in. She wanted to ask for mercy, to beg him for a climax. He'd brought her to this lowly position by teasing her all afternoon, even exciting her in front of her family. The bastard had to relieve her frustration or she would explode.

'What will you do for me?' he calmly asked.

'Anything!' she declared.

'Get under the desk and do your duty,' he told her.

'Please! I need you, please, Reggie,' she begged.

Hearing the desperation in her voice, she cringed, but didn't take it back for it was meant.

'You said it had to stop. Maybe you were right,' he teased.

'Sorry, Reggie. Tomorrow we'll stop, alright? But now, please!' she begged.

'Under the desk, then I'll consider what to do with you,' he firmly told her.

Not wanting to get into such a depraved position, she hesitated. She had sucked his cock before, instead of letting him bugger her. Doing it under the desk while he worked, as though she were nothing, just a slut, was pushing the boundaries. It was especially nasty when he knew how much she needed his cock. Not in her mouth, it was needed in her pussy.

When he turned away from her, rejecting her, she became achingly desperate. On hands and knees she pushed herself backwards, under the desk. Determined to get him in the mood, she quickly got his cock out, and wetted it. She'd learnt to take deep throat as he instructed, and would do her very best to please him.

Shit! How further could she sink, how degraded would she become, before breaking off their agreement. Surely buggery wasn't the only limit that couldn't be broken? What else had she refused him? Playing with a vibrator while he watched, was one , but there hadn't been much else. It had been a gradual descent into a fiery pit, that he continued to dig deeper for her. Her lips sucked the head of his cock, holding on tight, forming a seal.

She opened her mouth to breath around his cock, and a little sob seeped out, as she thought how obscene this was. If anyone caught her like this, she would die of shame. How on earth this boy had brought her so low, she had no idea. It wasn't just the blackmail.

It must be the accumulation of everything he got her to do. One small thing after another added up to pushing aside her limits, ruining her moral judgement, and allowing her to accept almost anything he wanted.

After a couple of deep breaths, she pushed down the length of his cock. Her lips met his pubes, and for a moment she felt proud of the accomplishment. Proud of learning deep throat for a boy? That was such a disturbing thought, tears began to flow. This wasn't being his humble slut, she was behaving like a disgusting slut. Like a bought and paid for whore, she performed whatever he wanted, however demeaning.

Her head bobbed up and down on his cock, while avoiding banging on the underside of the desk. The banging would put him of his studies, and he might punish her. Either physically or mentally, he knew how to torture her. He could withholding his cock, spank her, or use some other degrading punishment to bring her into line.

Getting into a steady rhythm, she worked her magic upon him. This wasn't so bad after all. He would be able to last longer if he spurted his load down her throat. She didn't have to prevent him from an orgasm, as she could revive his hardness, and receive a long hard screw.

Nancy froze!

'Do you mind if I interrupt you?' Wendy asked.

'Hi, Wendy. What can I do for you,' he asked.

There was the sound of amusement in his voice, for he had her mother under the desk sucking on his cock. She had stopped on hearing her daughter enter the study, but it was still held in her mouth. If anything he was more stiff because Wendy had walked in.

'I was wondering if you had a date for the party. You know at the warehouse, on Clifton?' she asked.

'Yea, I know it. No I don't. Would you like to be my date?' he asked.

'Oh! I didn't mean to, err, you know, like, yea, I'd love to,' she said, and looked away from a charge of embarrassment.

'I've got to get going. I'm going to see Judy and Bev. You will take me, won't you? I mean, if I tell the girls, like, it will be so bad if you don't,' she admitted.

'Don't worry, you'll be my date,' he promised.

Wendy gazed at him with a cheery smile, and skipped out of the office.

Nancy heard the front door slam, and breathed a sigh of relief from around his cock. For a moment she resumed her duty, as his cock slut. The horrid term, and her daughter fawning over him, made her angry.

'No! Reggie you can't! You'll have to make some excuse, you can't take my daughter on a date!' she bellowed.

Her head appeared between his legs, from under the desk, looking ridiculous. Not daring to laugh he looked at her for a moment, wondering what to say.

'Should I tell her we are fucking, so I can't take her on a date?' he asked.

'No! No! Reggie, please!' she exclaimed. 'I'll do whatever you want. Okay! Just leave my daughter alone! Is that enough to keep you away from her?' she demanded.

'What do you want me to do?' he asked.

'Don't go out with her, please. If it led to something deeper that would be dreadful. She's developing a crush on you. Please don't take advantage of her, while taking advantage of me!' she begged.

'I'll agree and leave her alone, if you submit to me,' he said.

'What do you mean?' she asked, sounding desperate.

'You will be my sex slave, and submit to my demands. No complaints, arguments, or refusal, you simply say yes, master, to whatever I want,' he casually said.

His heart was racing but he had to keep calm. This was the moment he'd been waiting for. She was thinking about it, and hadn't dismissed the outrageous idea yet.

Nancy knew he would take up with her daughter, if she didn't go through with this latest demand. The very thought of seeing him with Wendy, legitimately being his girlfriend, and knowing he was going to fuck her as well, made her flesh creep.

'Yes,' she whispered.

'Tell me properly. What are you and what will you do?' he asked, while holding her head still.

'I'll do whatever you want,' she said, trying to be convincing because she couldn't look away.

'Tell me properly, and promise to keep the deal,' he heavily told her.

He idly played with her hair, and tickled her face with a few strands.

'Reggie, please, you don't know what you are doing to me! Listen, please! I'm a compulsive, you know that, surely. The way I clean the house, and that everything has its place. Alright, I'll explain. If I promise something I have to do it. We made a deal, and I promised to keep to it, and I have. However bad it has been for me, I was compelled to keep our deal, because I promised,' she miserably said.

'Is that why you kept to the deal, because you have an obsessive compulsive disorder?' he asked.

'Yes, that and the blackmail,' she said, hoping not to reveal she also enjoyed the excitement.

'I perform these nasty things for you, and you keep the secret, that's the deal,' she said, and couldn't go on.

Hoping to see sympathy in his face, she was rewarded with a kiss. A gentle smooch on the lips, then he sucked them into his mouth. He kissed around her face, and ears. She wanted to beg him for sex, but this wasn't the right moment.

'So, promising me something would mean you had to carry it out,' he asked, looking sympathetic.

'Yes, if I promise something, I've got to carry it out. It's an illness, Reggie, a compulsion,' she reluctantly revealed.

What she didn't tell him was that she had become addicted to their sex sessions. Not knowing what he was going to do to her next was exciting. He kept her sexed up, needing it, and only he could satisfy her. She dare not tell him that.

'Another deal then. I'll put her off me, if you promise to be my sex slave,' he heavily told her.

'You're taking advantage of my illness, Reggie! Please, don't, please!' she begged on hands and knees.

Her head was still in his lap, with his cock under her chin. He looked at her, and pushed a finger into her mouth, expecting her to suck on it. She looked so very sexy! This woman was a top MILF, and all the guys lusted over her, yet he had her pandering to his whims. If he showed them the video's of her doing wild things with him, they would be awestruck.

'Just do it, agree to the deal,' he commanded.

'I'm your sex slave, and will do as I'm told by you, my master,' Nancy quickly said, and trembled over every word.

Her chin rested in his lap. Looking like a victim of the guillotine. He wondered how different she would be from now on. He had her doing all he wanted by blackmailing her, so it was only a slight demotion from where she was now. Admitting to being a sex slave, was a psychological blow to her morals and self-worth, rather than anything physical.

There had been lines of decency drawn, but they were moving all the time. As she submitted to one thing and not another, the line backed her into a corner. It seemed she was ready to commit to him completely.

'You want to be my obedient sex slave?' he asked.

'Please, Reggie, this is so very humiliating, please don't make me say it. Alright, alright. I promise to be your willing, and obedient sex slave, honest I will, you'll see, I promise,' she meekly stated.

This was just another step in the long fall from being a housewife, to what he wanted. Maybe she needed this excuse to capitulate completely. Could she really demean herself so badly, as to be his obedient sex slave? It sounded too farfetched, though he had already pushed her past her moral limits, so where was the adventure going to end up?

'The moment you let me down, I'll go out with Wendy,' he told her.

'I've promised to obey you, so I will obey you, master,' she announced.

Her demeanour seemed to have changed. He remembered Mrs Wells being an aggressive, demanding person, when he called around with friends to see her son. They had to take their shoes off when entering the house, and if they were dirty they weren't allowed in.

He idly stroked her face, and was pleased to see her relax, to enjoy his attention.

'Your master wants to use his sex slave,' Reggie told her, and moved back to allow her out from under the desk.

He patted his lap, and she sat on his cock. Without her wearing panties it was a lot easier to pierce her sex. He held off though, by holding her up, and rubbing his cock up and down her slit.

'Oh! Reggie, err, master. Please fuck me, master!' she implored.

He guided her hips with both hands, and dropped her onto his cock. Her weight pushed her down its length, right up inside her vagina, filling her up with hard cock. At last! What she needed, just as she needed it, where she needed it, Reggie was satisfying her lust.

'Oh! Yes! Master, fuck your obedient slave girl,' Nancy cried out.

He helped her ride up and down his cock. She pushed with her toes, then he pushed her up the rest of its length.

She cum all of a sudden, from her stomach through her breasts into her brain, her mind was flooded with emotion, like electric sparks igniting, and exploding. Her vagina gripped his penis tight. It was then she felt his cock flexing and spurting strings of semen into her body. He was filling her up with his cum.

For a moment she wished she wasn't on the pill, and that he was impregnating her with his virile young sperm. His potent sperm could make babies grow inside her, maybe twins, strong healthy babies that were his. She would truly belong to him then, giving birth to his c***dren, the ultimate submission to her lover.

Her breasts were tingling, and her nipples were super sensitive, as though preparing to feed his c***dren. He was her master and deserved obedience. She would submit herself to his every wish. Emotionally she was his sex slave, his devoted slave girl, nothing more than a vessel for his cock and his wonderful sperm.

Somehow they were on the floor of the study cuddling, holding each other tight as though they might become one with each other. A big grin lit his face, while she studied it to unravel the mystery of how he had conquered her.

'I'm your sex slave,' she whispered.

It was a question as well as a statement. He'd demanded it of her, but she wondered if it was just the boy's game, soon to be forgotten when another game seemed better. She'd promised to be his sex slave, and the feeling of submission had buried itself deeply into her psyche. She had an unnatural need to keep a promise, an obsessive compulsion disorder that locked her into honouring it.

She'd tried to avoid the promise, but he held her to it, made her say it out loud, and so her inner-self was forcing her to obey him, as though she really were his sex slave. She was caught in her own trap, unable to refuse his demands upon her. It should have been a terrible thought, yet she had a pleasant feeling, almost an ecstatic revelation of how she needed to be, just a humble sex slave.

'Yes, you are my sex slave. I'm you master, and will look after you. You will obey me in all things. I'll want sex, and you will keep yourself ready for me,' he said.

In the afterglow of a wonderful orgasm, she acted like a fool, and rashly spoke.

'I promise to be your sex slave and obey you in all things, master. I promise to be ready for sex, whenever and however you want me, master, I promise, I promise, I promise,' she clearly and eagerly spoke.

Her eyes sparkled brightly at the thought of him mastering her, as he had her so very excited in what had been a boring life. He stroked her thighs, kissed her nipples, and she moaned a sound of ecstasy. He didn't just comfort her as she had been used to, he drove her wild with passion.

He often caught her by surprise, and took her whenever he wanted, even with her protesting feebly. She had tried beating him off with her small fists, but he had laughed at her and speared her with his hardness. Talking sense to him hadn't worked either.

He was no longer just using the blackmail, he was avoiding her daughter, and she had promised the ultimate sacrifice. There was no longer an excuse to fight him off. She would be submitting to him without protest, because she was now his lowly sex slave, and he was her master.

Getting up from the study floor, after a deep and powerful orgasm, Nancy felt foolish and uneasy. What in hell's name had she done? In the afterglow of an orgasm, she'd promised to be Reggie's sex slave. It wasn't entirely an idle promise, as the agreement was that Reggie wouldn't take advantage of her daughter. Reggie and Wendy were eighteen, and she had a crush on him.

He was handsome and confident, which attracted Wendy, but her mother needed to put a stop to it developing. Nancy had learned the hard way how confident he was. He was self-assured enough to screw her in her own home, and to get her to promise an awful thing. Although he was her son's friend, and she was thirty-eight, he demanded she promise to be his sex slave. How could the boy do that to her?

It would have been an empty promise, except she had suffered a certain illness for several years. The obsessive compulsion disorder, locked her into honouring a promise. It meant she would have to do her utmost to keep a promise, whatever it was. Since its onset she avoided promising anything, to anyone, unless it was something small and inconsequential, like meeting for coffee. Even that caused a problem once, when she had to go to extraordinary lengths to meet the person on time.

Promising to be his sex slave had been forced out of her, while he knew exactly what he was doing to her. Of course, it wasn't possible to be a slave in the modern world, but that wouldn't stop her trying to honour the promise. In his presence with others around them, she would be nervous from having a mind in turmoil, as she had to submit to him, yet not reveal her sordid state as his sex slave.

Despite the fear of what might happen to her, a sexual excitement tingled every nerve. The boy had brought excitement to her life, which had become boring and mundane. In the past she often wished for a job to keep her mind active, and now she had one, pandering to that boy's sexual whims.

Between the blackmail, keeping him away from her daughter, and her own needs, she had little chance of fighting back. It had been nerve racking, trying to keep him under control, as well as taming her own needs. Giving into him had been an easy answer at first, and now it had to continue on a more exacting standard, having to be his obedient sex slave.

Every time Nancy was alone with him, she called him master. It was even whispered when in the same room as her family and friends. Trying to keep away from him was the only safe strategy she could think of. It was nerve racking from expecting him to creep up on her, and make demands upon her body. He was young and fit, capable of sex at any time of day and night, so she kept close to family and friends, trying to keep him at bay.

Another week and he would go home to his parents, when they returned from a vacation. Having him staying in her home was a nightmare. In the meantime she used her family and friends as a barrier between them, and it sometimes worked. Every time he was close, and she called him her master, a little more of her mind accepted the lowly position of sex slave. Especially when she whispered it in front of friends and family.

***

'We're going to the cabin for a couple of weeks, guy bonding. Me, a couple of friends, and Michael,' her husband said.

'Oh! Err, I could do the cooking for you, and the place needs cleaning,' Nancy offered.

'No, I told you last week, the place is fine, and we can cook stuff. Just us guys, that's all,' he emphasised.

'I'll be lonely here by myself,' she complained.

'You've got Reggie staying here, he'll keep you company. I think he has a crush on you anyway,' Hank laughed. 'Better look out, he'll be after your body, you know what guys are like at that age,' he added. 'Just so long as you're not pregnant when I get back, I don't mind,' he seriously said.

'What? Hank!' she said, thinking he'd found her out. 'I wouldn't do anything, that's so bad!' she complained.

'Hey! Silly! I'm k**ding you, of course not. My old wife wouldn't be of interest to a k**, come on, don't be so serious, I won't be gone long,' he said, trying to cajole her out of the funk.

For a minute or two Hank thought he was in trouble, with her taking it so seriously, as she had with everyone all week. Wendy was right, she must be coming down with something.

For a moment she thought he'd discovered her awful secret, as he seemed so serious. His jokes were either mysteriously obscure, or of bad taste, which meant she had to watch him when drunk with friends at parties.

Her submissive attitude had been noticed, so she told her daughter it was a cold coming on. The guys hadn't noticed much, except she was quieter than usual and hadn't berated them for making a mess, so they didn't mention it as they were happy enough with the subdued attitude.

'We'll all be away, and you're coming down with something. We'll have to cancel,' Hank reluctantly said.

'No you go, I'll be all right. I've got pain killers, and the doctors number,' Nancy told her husband.

'You can't be left alone, it's not right. Will Reggie stay with you? I'll talk to him, no, you have to have someone look after you, so do as you are told for once,' Hank heavily told her.

Hank found Reggie in the basement playing a game, and called him upstairs.

'See, he's a good young man, dropping everything to look after you. I think he's got a soft spot for you,' Hank smiled, and brushed some hair away from her face.

That was the nearest he'd got to her for ages, even in bed.

'Reggie, while we are away, I'm leaving you in charge. This woman can be a menace, and her own worst enemy. Even if she's ill, she will carry on cleaning the house, and make herself worse. Reggie is in charge so you do as he says, hear me Nancy? Come on promise me,' Hank said.

'Well, you don't need to cosset me, I'm alright, really,' Nancy complained.

'I'm not going until you promise,' Hank told her.

'I promise to do as I'm told, now go,' Nancy told him.

'You're trying to get out of it, and I won't let you,' he said. 'Promise me, Reggie is in charge and you'll obey his instructions,' Hank said.

Nancy gasped, and gave him the look, but she saw his determination and knew he wouldn't go until she gave in. Now wasn't the time to admit she had a problem with promises, not after all these years. He was bull headed, and didn't have a clue what he was doing to her. Besides, how was this any different to what she was committed to already with the damn boy.

'I promise to obey Reggie and do as I'm told,' she relented.

Saying it in front of her husband did make a difference. She felt more deeply under Reggie's thumb, as though her husband had given her away to him.

'Reggie, if she doesn't' obey you, spank her,' Hank said, and winked at the boy.

Reggie looked suitably worried, as though he couldn't think of even touching the man's wife. Inside he was smiling at the collusion between them all. It showed on Nancy's face that she was defeated, and was now completely under his control.

Wendy had gone away for a few days with her friends, so that left Nancy and Reggie alone together, long enough to cement their new relationship. Hank came back in with a piece of paper.

'It's all written down. Phone numbers, if she becomes too ill for you to look after. The doses of pain killers she's allowed. Lots of other things, I'll leave you to read it. Don't forget you are in charge, so don't let her tell you she can be left alone. Honey, Reggie is in charge of you while we are away. You do as he says, and be a good girl for him. Okay? Promise,' he told her.

'I promise to be a good little girl, and promise to obey my master,' she said, with an exaggerated little girl voice.

Her husband looked at her, wondering where that had come from, because it seemed to be sincere, rather than continuing the joke he started. He put it down to her being ill, and put a hand on her forehead.

'You don't seem to have a temperature. Well, be good, and let Reggie do things for you. Reggie won't mind keeping you happy while I'm gone, will you Reggie. I know what you are like, you'll be trying to clean the house with a temperature and wear yourself out. Reggie, make sure she behaves herself, and as she said, make her obey you. I insist! Okay!' Hank told him.

'Come on dad, were all packed,' Michael shouted from outside.

'Okay, Mr Wells, I'll make sure she obeys me,' he said, and winked conspiratorially.

At least the boy got the joke, he thought, as they set off on the long drive.

***

Reggie sat next to Nancy, looking worried.

'You aren't ill really, are you?' he asked.

'No, I'm okay. I'm just worried what you are going to do with me, master,' she said. 'You won't make me do anything bad, will you,' she said.

It was then it sank in, that the game of being slave and master had taken her over. He could see the woman was willing to go all the way, whatever it took, to be his slave. He didn't know what to say. A feeling of responsibility for her, as though she were his possession nagged at him, even though it was inappropriate for a teenager.

He had his arm around her, reassuring her.

'Your husband said I'm responsible for you, and must look after you. I will do that, I promise,' he tenderly said.

'I know what you mean by that, and he didn't mean it. No, Reggie, you can't. I'm an adult, a mature woman, I can't let you treat me like a sex toy. Please, master, let me go, I can't be your sex slave,' she quietly spoke.

'Why not? We've been having sex for a few weeks, since being in the cabin,' he reminded her.

'I know, and it was wrong, I shouldn't have let you do those things to me,' she moaned.

'You enjoyed it, I know you did. What's wrong with enjoying life,' he asked.

'You know it's wrong. I have a family, and they would be shocked to know what I've done. I would have been shocked beforehand knowing what we were going to do. I, well, alright, I have enjoyed it. It's been exciting, in a boring life. That doesn't excuse me from what I've done,' she said, looking sorry for herself.

'I'm in charge of you, and you promised to obey me,' he heavily stated.

'You're not going to let me go are you, master,' she stated.

'I'm not. You are my sex slave, and have to obey me. I take responsibility for you, so you don't have to think about what is right or wrong, you just do as you are told,' Reggie firmly stated.

He was stroking her body while talking to her, telling her everything was all right, and she must simply do as she was told, and not to worry. The woman had made a decision for she suddenly sat up, and didn't look so sad. She gave him a smile, then kissed his lips.

'Yes, master, whatever my master says, I must do,' she hesitantly spoke.

'First thing is to get changed, I don't like that boring skirt and top,' he said.

'Yes, master, whatever you say, master,' she said, and started to get up. 'You'll have to remove your hand from up my skirt first, master,' she giggled.

Reggie pulled her back down onto the sofa, and kissed her, while playing with her sex. She kissed him back, and they rolled around caressing each other's body, until they fell onto the floor. They were breathing heavily, looking into each other's eyes, with bright grins on their faces. He wondered if she really liked being his slave after all, or was it just the sex.

They hugged each other and kissed some more. Her skirt was up around her hips, and he was tickling her thighs. She was rubbing his penis through his jeans. As ordered some time ago, she wasn't wearing panties, so his fingers ran up and down her slit, until he found her button, which he pressed just the way she liked it.

At first she had found it humiliating to be ordered by a mere boy not to wear panties. It hadn't been expected he would blackmail her into doing such wicked things. Whenever he took her by surprise, with a hand to her bare crotch, she thought it terrible. It didn't take long for her to expect it, and to be constantly ready for him. That too had been humiliating, being wet and ready for the boy's fingers to play with her bits down there.

It didn't take long to become used to that too, so she was ready for sex as soon as he walked into the house. Waiting for him to touch her sex, knowing the boy would at any moment finger fuck her, in her own home, even with her family around, was both humiliating and exciting.

'If I take you to your bedroom to get changed, do you think we'll make it back out without having sex,' he asked.

The blatant statement should have been torn to pieces by a fiercely moral woman like Mrs Wells, only she was breathing heavily, clearly wanting him.

'Take me to the bedroom, and take me, please, master,' she whispered.

He sprang up off the floor, pulled her up to stand close, and ripped open the blouse, lifted the bra, then kissed her breasts. She didn't even glance at the big picture window to check if anyone was approaching the house. She just didn't think about anything else, except serving her master with her body. Or was it that she couldn't think of anything but serving her own needs. Nancy had a handsome young toy boy to play with, and he knew how to pleasure her, so what could be better.

He led her by the hand to the bedroom and stood her by the bed, holding her tight, roughly kissing her. It was as though he was desperate, tearing her clothes off and throwing them around the bedroom. It wasn't just the sex, he was showing her he was the master and could use her body any time he liked. With each piece of clothing he removed, some flesh was revealed to caress with fingertips and lips.

Nancy was vibrating with sexual arousal, now anxious to please from needing him so much.

Nancy was naked when Reggie pushed her onto the bed, and he began to tearing his own clothes off.

He turned her over, and playfully slapped her bottom, asking, 'Who's your master?'

She couldn't get away from him, and anyway she was so stoked up, she didn't want to.

'You are, Reggie! You're my master, I'm your sex slave, master!' she loudly proclaimed.

***

A neighbour, Sue, glanced out the window, and saw a stranger fighting with Mrs Wells. Turning away from the bizarre scene to phone the police was difficult. Knowing she should, instead, she stood in her bedroom, watching the fight. The guy was roughly stripping Mrs Wells, and at the same time pulling his own clothes off.

She would have to turn away before he did something awful to the woman. At that moment she saw his penis bounce from his underwear. He dumped his pants on the floor with the rest of his clothes, whereas Mrs Wells' clothes were thrown around the bedroom.

'Oh! My!' Sue gawped at him.

He had a big hard penis, and it looked as though he was going to **** Mrs Wells with it. Surely that big thing would hurt her. It was as though she couldn't leave the woman alone with the guy, and had to stand there sharing the woman's agony, but there was nothing she could do to help the poor woman. It was only a few feet between the houses, but what could she do?

He turned around and she saw who it was. It was Reggie from her class! She gasped and slapped both hands over her mouth. He wasn't a r****t, he was a nice quiet boy, one of the class nerds. She didn't really know much about him, as they moved in different social circles. She was a cheerleader and was sought after, and Reggie wasn't even looked at. She was certainly looking at him now.

Mrs Wells was looking up at him with a look of fear. It must be the sight of that big penis that frightened the poor woman! She must do something to save her! Of course it would frighten her, even though she'd heard the girls talking about big is best. Only having had her boyfriend the once, she didn't know what a fully grown penis was like.

How could Mrs Wells take that inside her? No wonder she was afraid. Oh! It wasn't fear, it was arousal, that was her sex face! The poor woman was just lying there waiting for him to pounce!

Sue pulled her skirt up, and began fingering herself. Her panties were dug into her sex, and being pushed in more with every furtive probing. Pulling the crotch away she fingered her sex harder. It became a more desperate stroke, when she found her bud, and pushed it, rubbed it, ringing her bell.

Seeing the boy ready to enter the woman, Sue only just held back. There was no need to phone the police, the woman wanted him. She wasn't struggling, she was positioning herself under him. Sue wished it was her laying there, ready to be fucked.

How could that old woman let a boy fuck her? It was the same as if Reggie was fucking her mother! He should be fucking a girl his own age, like her.

He'd been so rough with her, how could she let him do that? Sue thought it should be a gentle playing, then a quick fumble in the dark, and that was it. That's how Timothy had done it, so she didn't have to see his cock. They had only done it the once, and it had been enough for her. Seeing Reggie push the woman around, grabbing hold of the woman to make use of her body, was exciting.

Sue watched Reggie's bottom rhythmically riding Mrs Wells. He was thrusting in hard, and the woman threw back her head with an open mouth. Sue imagined she heard a primal scream. Sue climaxed, and fell back behind the curtains. No one had seen her, she was sure of that.

Seeing Reggie's bottom vigorously bouncing up and down, knowing what he was doing to Mrs Wells underneath him, she started to orgasm again. What was happening across the yard, was nothing like what Timothy did to her. The second orgasm shook her, and she almost blacked out. She held onto the curtain, with a couple of rings wrenched from the rail.

She continued to play with her sex, winding down from a nice orgasm. That past boyfriend hadn't given her such pleasure. She wondered if Reggie could, and giggled from the very idea of it. Mrs Wells was old, but she was beautiful. Some of the boys said she was beautiful and sexy, but that was because they wanted to get into her panties.

Boys would say anything to get what they wanted. Reggie wouldn't. He had what he wanted, so she could believe whatever he said. Thinking over what he had done to Mrs Wells, she began to rub her clit again. She ran two fingers over her slippery slit, pushed inside, then up to her clit, and pressed hard. She imagined he'd thrown her onto the bed, and was roughly fucking her.

***

Next morning she saw Reggie in the garden emptying the kitchen waste. She studied him, trying to discover why he now looked so different. He was more confident. The way he stood, and his movements, he looked authoritative, and very manly.

She couldn't help it, she had to say something, from wanting his attention.

'Hi Reggie,' she said, with a little girly voice.

She didn't do it on purpose, it just came out like that. She smiled at him, and went red, and had to look away.

'Hi, Sue, you okay? he asked.

Reggie wondered what was up with the girl, as she ran back in the house. That type of girl didn't bother with the likes of him. He was a swat and a nerd, and hung out with guys who had something to say, other than stupid banal comments about sport and television.

Sue felt awful. She'd been so gauche with Reggie, whereas she would normally have acted superior.

She came outside while he was there, so he wondered what all that was about. Thinking it must have been the start of some kind of a joke, he went inside and forgot all about her. He had a sex slave to keep him busy, and had to plan the rest of the day, or she might become restless and shake off the feeling of being a slave.

***

'Come on put the coat on, we're going out,' Reggie said, and pushed an arm into a sleeve.

'Err, master, I'm not dressed,' she pointed out.

On the drive to the mall, she agonised over what he was going to do with her. It didn't take much imagination to realise he was going to make her flash her naked body in a mall. She just hoped it wouldn't be a mall where someone would recognise her.

A sigh of relief whispered from between her lips when they pulled into a parking lot, for a downtrodden looking shopping centre. None of her friends would be seen in there, as none of their favourite designer stores would be here. If there was any doubt about the state of the mall, the automatic doors were dirty and didn't open fully when they approached. A scr****g of metal was heard, jarring her already taught nerves.

They walked up the stationary escalator with a quick glance establishing no one had followed them up. The short coat wasn't sufficient to hide her bare bottom from someone standing below.

'Here we are, a good view of the mall. Not many stores open, as its due for demolition soon. Stand there, and I'll take a photo. Open the coat,' Reggie told her.

The glass maybe dirty but she could be seen through it if anyone cared to look up from below. They would see her bottom from that angle, but not the rest of her naked body. She hoped that would remain the case, and her master would protect her from others eyes.

It looked as though most of the people here were just hanging around, and fortunately she didn't see any security men in uniform. Was this an advantage or a disadvantage? He could make her flash her body anywhere he liked without them being thrown out, which was good, but flashing her body was bad, and without security the rough men hanging around made it all the more dangerous.

'Come on, I want to buy you some clothes,' Reggie said.

For a moment Nancy was relieved, until they walked into a discount store, with little clothing to her taste, or with any kind of taste at all. Not allowed to do the buttons up on the coat, she gripped it shut feeling so very vulnerable. Nancy had never flashed, or even thought of displaying her naked body in public, so this was a shock to her system.

'You go into the changing room, and I'll find something your size,' he said.

Before she could protest, he pulled the coat off her shoulders with her arms bent back unable to stop him. He was out of the changing room and gone, while she protecting her nakedness best she could. Taking hold of the tattered little curtain, she peered this way and that, looking for him.

What could she possibly do if he didn't come back? The little sad look on her face gave her a pathetic appearance, and that is how she felt. Her master was supposed to protect her, and relieve her from making decisions. Was he protecting her now? She felt vulnerable, and that wasn't part of the deal.

It was a relief to see him com marching back to her with clothing in his hands. It looked like white shorts and a top, so at least she wouldn't be wearing a ridiculously short skirt. The top didn't look too gaudy, and he had been quick, so she hoped it was in her size. If it was, then as a man he was doing well! He came into the small changing room with her, but no one seemed to care. The sales assistant was busy on her phone, showing a complete disinterest for customers, real or potential.

'Pull them up more, here let me help,' he said, and gripped the top of the shorts, and gave them a heave, then another.

The crotch pulled higher and tighter, cleaving front and back. In the mirror her pussy was halved, and her bottom felt the same.

'Your tits look good, I wonder if you need a top,' he mused.

'Please, master, please don't tease me, master,' Nancy whined.

She was eager to please, so as to get something to cover her nakedness. Even these obscene clothes would do, as they were better than nothing. The white top was tight and almost see through. It looked as though it had been sprayed on, with her nipples clear brown knobs in the thin material. They looked like old fashioned controls to tune in a radio.

'Come on, let's go,' he told her.

'My coat, master? Please, master,' she said, hesitating from leaving the inadequate safety of the changing room.

'Not now, we'll pick it up later,' he told her, and she reluctantly followed him.

The sales girl looked her over and sneered, which wasn't fair as the girl wasn't dressed much better than her. Though she was young and could get away with it, whereas the older woman shouldn't be wearing skimpy clothes, unless she was advertising her wares.

Waiting for the girl to break contact with the outside world, and put her phone away, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She looked like a prostitute! Nothing of her body was hidden, as though she was advertising what she had for sale. It was all on offer, including her mouth which was decorated with bright red lipstick.

Her hair was down, and looked like a hallow, or more likely a hay stack, after a long and adventurous fucking session. Her cheeks bulged out of the bottom of the shorts, and her lips would escape if she became anymore excited. Nancy grabbed her masters arm, from a great feeling of need. It was from a need of protection, as well as a need for a master to remove all her moral doubts.

'It's all right, slave, your master is here, no need to worry about a thing,' Reggie told her.

The sales girl looked at her again, then looked at Reggie, after he called her slave.

Reggie presented a twenty to the girl, and she asked if he had anything smaller. Nancy felt all the more cheap and slutty. The last handbag she bought cost well over a hundred, whereas this entire outfit cost less than ten. Everything in the store was in the closing down sale, but nothing could have originally cost anywhere near a hundred.

On the flat open toe sandals, she traipsed out of the store, led by her master. At home she had pairs of comfortable panties bigger than the shorts, at least she had, until trying to find a pair last week. Against the rules she was going to wear panties to go out to a dinner party. It was then she found Reggie had thrown out almost all her panties.

What remained were split crotch, or g-strings. She'd asked him if she could keep some decent panties in the draw, just in case Wendy rummaged through the draws looking for a bra. In desperation she sometimes borrowed a pair of clean panties, so what would she think on opening the draw now?

In the end she went to the dinner without panties, as Reggie had forbidden her wearing any without his permission. All this and more went through her mind, as they toured the mall. She'd promised to obey a teenage boy, and that was dangerous when he was in the mood to play a game, with her just a pawn to be sacrificed.

***

Men and boys looked at her as they made their way through the mall, leaving her feeling like an exhibit at a freak show.

'Nice ass, girl,' a boy shouted at her, and the rest of his gang agreed.

'Bounce those tits for us, girl,' another of them said, and they all laughed.

It was a relief to hear them laugh. If the teenagers had been serious and approached them, what could they do against a gang of thugs. The stretchy shorts could be easily pulled down. She felt disturbed to find herself becoming excited over such a nasty thought.

They turned a corner and she bumped into someone coming the other way.

'Sorry, did I hurt you?' the man asked.

He was carrying some kind of tool, a long pole, and only just missed her.

'It's okay, I'm fine,' Nancy said.

He took a good look at her body, and leered at her.

Turning to Reggie, he asked, 'How much for an hour?'

'Depends what you want,' Reggie fired back.

Nancy looked from one to the other, and was shocked to find they weren't joking. Committed to obeying her master, surely obedience couldn't be stretched that far. It was horrible being mistaken for a whore, and terrifying to think what might happen.

The man was big and well built, outweighing Reggie by far, so how could he protect her if the man decided to take her? In the polite circles she moved in people just didn't do such a thing, or even say such vile things, yet here she was in trouble. It was more than possible from the way she was dressed, and where they were, to be used as a prostitute. Expectations here were very low, with behaviour to match.

Nancy tried to form the words to protect herself, though before she could utter them, she noticed who he was. This man was one of her husband's employees. She had presented him with some kind of award. It was at a corporate annual dinner and he'd won an award for safety, or attendance, or efficiency, something like that.

If he recognised her, she would die of shame.

Nancy rose on tiptoe when his hand cupped a cheek, and pumped her ass. The shorts rode up between her cheeks, and barred her bottom for him to fondle. She felt him pressing a big finger at her asshole, and to her dismay it began to give in.

Looking down at her feet to avoid eye contact, she watched her nipples growing, defying her thoughts of shame. If he recognised her now how could she possibly explain this away?

He ran a big calloused finger between her lips to emphasis the camel toe. Here as well, her body was letting her down, as it responded to his touch. He grabbed the top of the shorts and pulled, so the material disappeared between her wet lips. She could see it all in the window of a closed down store.

The group of teenagers came by and shouted comments about her.

'Fuck the whore man, she's cheap!' one of them said.

'She's got a slack cunt so use her asshole,' another said, as they passed by.

Nancy heard them and felt the man playing with her, teasing her, working her up.

'I want it all, how much,' the big man said, while mauling her breasts.

This was enough for Reggie, as he hated to see his wonderful slave being mauled. He regretted putting her in this position, which had seemed to be just a bit of fun. This was dangerous, he wanted her out of there, and to take her home to safety.

'She's been working all night, and we've run out of condoms, so you'll have to wait,' Reggie said.

'I'll ride her bare back, I'm sure she can grip my cock, with one of her holes,' he said.

Nancy imagined being filled with that guy's cum, and squirmed on the spot, pressing her thighs together. When the teenagers returned they would take over, each of them fucking her, each of them filling her with creamy young semen, potent with sperm. Nancy almost fainted from the intensity of feelings.

The big man mentioned a figure which might be enough for a cheap whore, even when he doubled it. He wanted to fuck her in his van, and that seriously worried her. He was still fingering her, when he went as far as fifty. Nancy thought it didn't seem enough for the boss's wife, but of course she dare not say that, or anything at all, in case he recognised her.

'She's a bit messy down there, as she hasn't showered yet. You have to wear a condom, as the doctor said she's still infectious,' Reggie explained.

'Oh! Shit! Forget it!' the guy said, and stormed off.

Nancy was fantasising, that she had been bent over, being taken by all those young men. They were lining up telling their friends to be quick. The gang members were eighteen, and would be crude and uncaring, so they would ride her hard and rough. One after another, they would pound her pussy, then fill her with virile semen, packed with sperm, fertilising her, impregnating her.

'Are you all right? I'm sorry, Nancy, I should have looked after you better. We'll leave after one more stop,' he said, waiting to see if she was willing to continue.

She almost cried from wanting sex so much. Never before had she been so stoked up. The empty feeling inside needed completing with cock. It felt as though she would never be whole again, until she had a man's penis pumping hard inside her vagina.

'Fuck me, Reggie! Please, fuck me!' she whispered.

He took her elbow in a tight grip, guiding her to a store, and walked her into a changing room. On flat shoes she was shorter than Reggie, and in the skimpy clothes she felt smaller. He was a big strong man, taking charge of her, about to take her sexually, and mentally. Making her his plaything, nothing more than his sex slave.

The changing room was filthy, with a worn, threadbare carpet. For a change Nancy didn't notice anything at all, except him pulling his penis out of his trousers. Her eyes were on the mirrors, watching him behind her as he bent her over a rickety chair.

Reggie grabbed the shorts, pulled them down, and pushed his hands up the top to grab her tits. His cock easily slid up her wet slit, and into her vagina. She gripped him hard, clamping down upon his cock, and pushed back with her bottom.

'Fuck me, master, fuck me hard!' she moaned.

He rammed home deep, then held still, as though he were having an orgasm.

'No! Please fuck me hard, master!' she complained.

He laughed to himself, partly from nerves, never having seen her so out of control. He pounded her pussy, enjoying taking her while she was getting so much pleasure from it. It seemed she badly needed him, and it was gratifying to please her.

She soon cum. Her legs stiffened, and she moaned fretfully. It was as though she was complaining, but he knew her well enough to realise how much she was enjoying the orgasm. He knew the angle his cock should be in to rub her g-spot, which set her off, out of reality and into nirvana. She was somewhere else, dreaming of a perfect world full of pleasure.

***

Reggie hadn't come prepared and was pleased to see a box of tissues within reach. He wiped her between the legs, and tucked a corner of another tissue inside her. He wiped himself, pulled up his trousers, and dropped the tissues in a bin. He waited with her, holding her close, murmuring his love close into an ear. It was the only time she allowed it, otherwise she would berate him, saying it was just sex and could never be love.

'Reggie, master! Hell! That was awesome, hold me, I don't think I can stand!' she whispered.

He kissed her and she responded with a deep petting. She gripped his cock through his jeans, and thanked it for pleasuring her. She knew he liked that, and was more than willing to please him.

'Where are we? This place is filthy! Look at the mirrors they need a thorough wiping over. It will take ages to get them clean,' she commented with feeling.

'Don't worry about that. Do you need those tissues?' he asked.

There was a bulge in the front of her shorts, and it wasn't a camel toe. She delved in to pull the tissues form her shorts.

'What in hell is that stuff in the bin!' she said.

'Don't look. Come on, I've got to buy something, then we can go,' Reggie told her.

Like the other stores, this one was soon to be moving into new premises, so the place looked neglected. It took Nancy a little while to see the stock past the dust.

'What is this? Oh! Hell! It's a sex store,' she said, with a look of surprise turning to disgust.

They stopped in front of a rack, with Nancy nervously looking everywhere at once, hoping no one she knew was here.

'Keep still, and try this on,' he told her.

'What is it? Oh!' she said, with a little startled voice.

'It's your slave collar. We'll have a proper ceremony when we get home, I just need to make sure it fits,' he told her.

Byron came over and said, 'Hi, Reggie.'

He looked Nancy over and liked what he saw, though he was obviously curious as to why Reggie had a much older woman with him.

'This is Nancy, she's my slave. Is this collar okay?' Reggie asked.

'Sure, but it can be uncomfortable for more than a couple of hours,' Byron informed him.

'Right, what would be suitable to wear for a week?' Reggie asked.

Nancy was back to herself, and feeling highly embarrassed from their casual conversation. The young guy opened a glass cabinet, and took out something far more expensive. The dog collar would have done as far as Nancy was concerned.

'This one is comfortable, so your slave can wear it all the time. It looks like fancy jewellery so it can be worn anywhere. This size will fit,' the guy said.

Nancy had to hold her long hair up, while Reggie clipped it around her neck. He pressed the two ends together, for a solid sounding click.

'Looks good. You'll need a tag to dangle from the loop, and a leash,' the guy said.

Nancy figured he was a good salesman, as this looked expensive.

It was embarrassing being discussed by these two boys, as though she weren't there. They were talking about her being a sex slave, and that left her dumb, unable to join in from being humiliated. From the way she was dressed, she looked like a sex slave, or as Reggie had said, she looked like sex on legs.

Reggie added a few more items to the bag, and they were ready to pay.

'You had better put in your number,' Reggie said, after pushing her card into the machine.

'I'm paying for my humiliation?' she enquired, and watched him nod and grin.

A disk hung from a loop at the front of the collar, stating she was a, 'sex slave'. The words were engraved, and boldly declared her status. A leash dangled from a loop at the back of the collar. Like this, she was going to make the walk of shame, back through the mall to the car.

Nancy gripped his hand, not daring to lose her master's protection.