Cheerleader Picture - Ch. 1 - 3

Chapter 1 - Introduction

The other day (night actually), while downloading pictures from
a.b.p.e.teen, he discovered one that had pictures of three girls in it. It was
labeled "George Washington Cheerleading Squad" and the three girls were
each lying back, completely naked, and spreading their pussies.
While the girls each had nice bodies, what really aroused him was the
impression the pictures gave. They looked like girls who, on a dare, had
allowed themselves to be photographed naked. The painfully obvious
amateurishness of the poses added to the allure. Because, while each of
these girls thought that one or 2 boys would see them naked, their picture
was now transmitted world-wide.
Paul had a job that was not terribly great. Not terribly bad either. It paid
well, and left him with quite a bit of free time since it barely required his
efforts 40 hours a week. The day after viewing the pictures, and fantasizing
about the girls in the pictures, Paul was driving into work. Shortly after
leaving his house, Paul passed George Washington High School.
While Paul was realistic enough to know that there were probably
thousands of high schools named George Washington, in his fantasies the
girls in the picture went to the GW (as the students referred to it) near his
house. For the next week the girls in the picture remained center stage in
his dreams.
But time moves on and even the most intense fantasies wither with age. A
month later the picture had been replaced by other pictures more recently
downloaded, although it remained on Paul's hard drive. And because of the
passage of time, Paul almost missed it.
Paul went to check out a video at his local store. A new girl was working
there and as she handed Paul his change he suddenly realized, she was one
of the girls in the picture. At least he was pretty sure she was. He was so
startled he dropped his change. After mumbling an apology, he raced home
from the store, pulled up the picture, and looked.
He was sure it was her. But the nagging doubt came back - what were the
odds of this girl being here, where he lived. He printed the picture out and
drove back to the video store. Yes, it was her. He had found his fantasy
girl.
Needless to say, she came back to center stage in Paul's fantasies. Over the
next several weeks he became obsessed with her. Every day he would rent a
video, usually from her. In the course of those weeks they became casual
acquaintances as they would exchange small talk. Her name was Anne and
Paul wanted her more than anything.
As an older man (Paul was all of 24 but that's ancient to a 17 year old),
Anne showed absolutely no sexual interest in Paul. However, he did learn
that she had no serious boyfriends. He also learned one evening that she
had very strict parents, when he overheard her tell a friend that she was
grounded for 2 weeks for swearing.
After a month Paul was desperate. He had to have Anne but it was also
clear that she would never find him interesting. He wasn't ugly or uncouth.
He was just too old to be someone she would become interested in. So, in
desperation, Paul hatched a plan. A plan that would hopefully gain him
Anne's body, although not her love.
In the early afternoon the video store business is exceedingly slow.
Housewives are home waiting for their husbands and the working men and
women are finishing up at work. Many days you won't see a single
customer between 2:30 and 3:30, at least at this store.
So on Tuesday, Paul left work early. And with a clean color print of the
picture of Anne laying back naked, spreading her pussy, went to the video
store. As he had hoped, Anne was the only person in the store. He walked
up to her, smiled, and asked her to look at the picture.
Anne took one look, gasped, and looked at him horror stricken. "Where
did you get this" she asked. "That's not important" he replied. "The
important thing is to insure that your father never sees this."
Anne felt a cold knot of fear grab her stomach - so bad that she half fell to
the floor. If her father saw this her life would be over. This was so far
beyond the things she had been punished harshly for there is no telling
what he would do. She had to insure that her father never saw it.
Paul was getting scared looking at Anne. It almost looked like she might
have to go to the hospital. To reassure her he said "don't worry Anne,
you're father will never see this." She looked up at Paul with such a look of
relief and thankfulness that he almost backed off from what he was going
to do. Almost.
"Anne, I want you to go out with me this Friday" Paul said. This was the
crucial moment - would Anne be willing to date him to keep the picture
hidden from her father. Anne looked up at Paul stunned. She suddenly
realized that he was offering her a trade, a date for silence. "Isn't there
some other way" Anne asked Paul, pleading with tears in her eyes.
God, am I that awful though Paul - well fuck her in that case. "Sure Anne,
I'll just mail a copy of the picture to your Dad and another to the school
principal." At that Anne did start crying sobbing "oh god no, please no,
please please no."
"So I take it we have a date?"
Anne just mutely nodded her head up and down.
"Where should I pick you up?"
Oh no, it couldn't be her house - her Dad would forbid her going out with
a 24 year old man. And she couldn't let her friends see. "How about the
Rose Tavern next to the mall" Anne asked.
"I'll see you there Friday night at 7:00."
With that Paul turned around and walked out. He was ecstatic, he had his
first date with Anne. And Friday was only three days away. Needless to
say, the next three nights were filled with visions of Anne fucking and
sucking him in every way imaginable.

Chapter 2 - Friday night

Friday night and Paul was at their meeting place at 6:30. At 7:15 Anne had
still not shown up. At 7:30 she finally crept in looking nervous and scared.
Paul was pissed at this point, all worked up thinking she had shown him
up.
And to compound matters, she was dressed in jeans and a high-necked
blouse. Hell, she looked sexier some days working at the video store. Paul
got up, grabbed her arm, and hustled her out of the tavern into the parking
lot.
"Why the fuck are you late" Paul hissed.
"My Dad made me stay until we all finished dinner" Anne whimpered.
"And what's this fucking shit you have on?"
"It-its my clothes, its what I wear when I go out."
Paul was pissed, really pissed and lost control. He reached out and slapped
Anne hard - once each way. He was lucky that no one saw him - very
lucky. And suddenly realized that he might have just blown all of his
chances with Anne. And that he could very well have been arrested if the
slap was witnessed.
Anne was in shock. She had never been struck in her life and now, she had
been hit so hard that she had almost been knocked down. But Anne did not
have a lot of willpower. Her father had spent the last 17 years teaching
Anne that she was to follow the rules laid down. Anne looked at Paul and
was very afraid. But she didn't run because she didn't have the willpower
to confront him.
Paul suddenly realized that Anne looked like a deer staring at a car's
headlights. She was petrified and realized what was going to happen to her
if she stayed. But she couldn't run. She just wasn't capable of it. Paul
reached out a hand to caress her cheek. Anne flinched but didn't run. He
caressed her cheek and Anne shivered in fear wondering if, in any second,
the touch would turn into a slap.
Anne's mind was in a whirl. The touch on her cheek felt good. But she was
expecting another slap at any second so her body was scared of it. Her
mind didn't know how to handle equating a caress with the pain of a slap
so it just gave up - and she shuddered with uncertainty.
Paul reached around to the back of Anne's head and held her head so she
was looking straight at him. He got a thrill out of the look of fear in her
eyes. Paul's emotions were on a roller coaster ride too and found that look
of fear the anchor to grab onto. He liked that look, and he was going to use
it.
"When we're out on a date" he hissed, "I expect you to dress sexy." "No
pants, no blouses that hide everything."
"Bu-bu-but I can't go out in a dress. My father won't allow it." "And I
don't have any sexy dresses - I'm sorry but I don't."
Oh god he thought, this is just great. Well what the hell, he made more
money than he spent. He had a reasonable amount in the bank. And he
couldn't think of a better use. "Ok ok Anne" he said pulling her to him and
holding her, "we'll take care of this."
Anne just let go and sobbed and shuddered in his arms. He was the one
who had scared and hurt her. But he was the one now taking care of her
and she needed someone to reassure her. So she clung to him for safety -
safety from him.
"I'll go buy you some clothes."
This actually got Anne excited - new clothes without her mother vetoing
her more daring choices. They turned to go into the mall. Paul with his
arm around Anne.
At the first store they went to, Paul saw dresses he would like to see Anne
in but she kept picking more conservative arrangements. Anne wanted to
be more daring, but she didn't want to advertise slut. But if Paul was going
to spend his money, he was going to get his money's worth.
Finally after telling her no for the fifth time, Paul pulled Anne aside and
told her that he would pick the clothes. When he started to protest he
slapped her very lightly on the cheek - it looked like a love pat to the sales
girl. And with that pat, all the fight went out of Anne.
Paul picked a number of outfits. All of them exceedingly tight. All with
hem lines at most, an inch below Anne's ass. All with necklines that
showed off Anne's breasts. One dress was transparent everywhere. Paul
had her wear one of the skin tight dresses out of the store. And one outfit
was basically slit up the front and back but the slit didn't show if the
wearer wasn't moving - otherwise everything could be seen.
He next took her to an underwear store. "That crap you have on underneath
has to go too" he told her. He didn't even give her a chance to pick in the
underwear store. He picked out some garter belts and patterned stockings.
He also picked out some bras and underwear. All of the bras showed her
nipples and all of the underwear has a split crotch.
Anne looked up at the pile of underthings to try on, started to say
something, and then looking at Paul's face, the fight left her. It was easier
to give in. She went to the dressing room. While she was changing into
one outfit, Paul walked in carrying a corset (he timed it to walk in when
she was naked).
Anne tried to cover herself in front of him. Paul pulled out the picture of
her and asked "if you want to cover yourself up, I can show this to the
salesgirl so she knows what you look like. Or you can end this Bullshit and
start changing."
Anne turned and tried to hide as much as possible while trying on the
panties and bra. However, Paul made her stand up and turn around
showing him the outfit. He continued for each additional outfit, having
Anne stand up, and directing her through different poses.
With each outfit the poses got more obscene. Until Paul had her leaning
back, spreading her pussy lips. He then pulled out the picture and got her
to exactly mimic her pose from the picture, commenting on how dirty she
looked.
Anne felt totally beaten down and used. Paul was making her act like a
complete slut. And yet she was a virgin. She had only posed for the picture
because everyone made fun of her for being the one cheerleader to chicken
out. And now she was showing Paul her pussy and pushing out her tits
toward him. God she wanted to die.
Paul then had her change into a corset and it seemed too big - at least he
said so. He then asked the sales girl to come in and check it. The sales girl
looked at Anne a little strange and Anne just wanted to crawl up and die.
She moved her hands to cover her tits and pussy.
"Put your hands down little girl" Paul said. "The corset seems too loose to
me, do you think we should go one size smaller or 2?" The sales girl put
her fingers between the corset and Anne's skin and said "depends on how
tight you want it." Anne felt like an object on display being handled by the
sales girl.
"Ok, we'll take all of this and the smaller corset. But leave this garter belt
and stockings and panties for her to wear." The sales girl walked out and
Anne changed into the remaining underclothes, black mesh stockings, a
black garter belt, and black crotchless panties.
Then as she pulled the dress on Anne realized that the dress wouldn't
reach the stocking tops. She just couldn't go out like this. Meanwhile Paul
had picked up all of her other clothes and walked out to pay. Anne had no
choice. She walked out to Paul and told him that the stockings weren't
covered.
"I know - I like you this way."
"But I can't go out like this."
Paul didn't argue, he just grabbed her arm and walked her out. Needless to
say, almost everyone in the mall looked at Anne who looked like an
absolute gorgeous piece of jailbait. But Anne didn't see that. She had her
head down because she was too embarrassed to look up. They must all
think I'm a filthy tramp she thought.
They reached Paul's car and drove to a nearby nightclub. With Anne's
looks they weren't about to card her. So they went in to dance. Every slow
dance Paul danced with Anne and told her how she looked so hot, so sexy,
and so slutty.
And with each comment Anne felt worse and worse. She wasn't a slut, she
couldn't be. And her mind became even more confused because Paul held
her close and danced slow which had always meant a boy cared for her
before. And he held her like he cared for her. But he kept telling her she
was a slut.
And during the fast dances they would sit at a table in the back. And Paul
would talk to her as though she was his girlfriend. Nice, caring comments
and questions. Anne felt totally pulled apart. The hormones had been
hitting her for several years now but she hadn't yet really fallen in love
with anyone. She had discussed sex with her girlfriends but she didn't
really understand it. She had nothing to use as a reference point.
And here was this older man who was kind and caring one minute, and
told her she was an absolute slut the next. And he was always holding her
close as he called her a slut. The holding felt so good, but the words made
her feel so low. And with her mind overloaded, Anne stopped thinking.
She held Paul back while dancing. She listened to his words. She kissed
him back. And she shook with shame as he whispered in her ear.
"You are such a little slut" he told her. "Look at you here in your tight
dress showing off your body to everyone in the club. No wonder you spread
your pussy for those pictures. A slut like you has to show her pussy to
everyone. Can you imagine all of the men in here looking at your legs,
looking at your garters, and dreaming about throwing you down on the
ground and fucking you. You'd like that wouldn't you little slut, having all
of these men standing around your naked body jacking off and cuming on
you."
"N-n-no - please don't say that" she sobbed. Anne buried her face in Paul's
shoulder and sobbed quietly. She hung on to him because she needed to
hide and pressed against Paul she could at least not look at the others in
the club. She felt so cheap. She really did look like a slut dressed the way
she was. But she wasn't a slut she kept telling herself, she wasn't.
Finally it was approaching time for her curfew, She had to be home or she
wouldn't be allowed out for two weeks. Paul was no dummy. When she
mentioned the curfew, he took her out to the car. Once they were in the car
he had her get out of her new clothes.
Before he let her dress in her old clothes, Paul insisted that Anne kiss him.
Anne was scared. Here she was, naked in a car with a man who had told
her she was a slut, and he wanted a kiss. She held back and put her arms
up.
Paul reached over and pulled her to him. "Kiss me or you're going to have
to do a lot more" he told her. She put her lips up and felt his tongue
pushing at her mouth. She let her mouth open for his tongue.
Jesus, she isn't using her tongue or putting her arms around me thought
Paul. He backed off and slapped her face again. While not as hard as the
earlier one, it did hurt. All the emotions were too much, Anne started
sobbing. Paul lifted her head up and made sharp taps on her cheek while
telling her "when I kiss you you use your fucking tongue and put your arms
around me slut." "Now do I need to slap you again?"
Anne slowly moved her arms around Paul and he mashed his lips down on
hers. They kissed with tongues intertwining and arms around each other.
Paul fully dressed and Anne naked and crying in shame. Paul broke the
kiss and told Anne "you kiss like a slut but only a slut would be kissing on
a first date naked in the parking lot."
Paul enjoyed the feeling of holding a naked Anne in his arms. A naked
Anne who was crying her heart out. It felt so good to feel her body shudder
in his arms. Her naked body, so firm and fresh felt so desirable under his
hands and arms. While he couldn't go too far, he didn't want to scare her
off, just feeling her breasts pushed against his shirt, and caressing her
back, was more of a turn-on than any woman Paul had ever fucked.
Anne acted like she had been slapped again as Paul kissed her again. Paul
loved it, the naked body in her arms, Anne's body shaking with fear and
shame, and the salty taste of the tears running down her face. Finally Paul
relented. "Get dressed" he said.
Paul then drove toward Anne's car as she got dressed. He handed her one
of the new outfits as she got out and told her to meet him at his house
tomorrow afternoon for their next date. Anne looked at him in shock. She
couldn't do this. Not anymore.
"By the way, I mailed a picture to your father today. Make sure you wait
for the mailman tomorrow first and get the envelope out of the mail."
Anne's face went white with fear. "Oh, and I do know his business address
if I ever want to make sure he gets the picture." He drove off laughing as
Anne hurried home, knowing she would spend the entire day waiting for
the postman. And then she would go to Paul's house - she really didn't
have any choice.
And Paul spent the night reliving the feeling of holding the naked scared
delicious Anne in his arms.
 

Chapter 3 - Saturday afternoon

Anne spent the entire morning sitting in her room, looking out the window
at the mailbox. When the postman pulled up, she ran for the mailbox,
ignoring the call from her mother. She grabbed the mail and there it was, a
large envelope to her father from Paul. She folded it and stuffed it into her
pants and took the rest of the mail in.
She took the rest of the mail in to her mother, and after some small talk,
went up to her room and opened the letter. Inside was a picture as well as a
letter from Paul explaining that the pictures had been Anne's idea, that she
had forced the other girls to pose too, and afterward she had fucked half
the football team.
Oh god, if her father had opened this. She would rather die than let that
happen. Paul was treating her like dirt, but he hadn't even tried to fuck
her. In fact, he hadn't even felt up her tits. It was an easy choice.
So at 2:00 she drove off to meet Paul. She stopped in a deserted parking lot
and changed from the clothes she had left the house in to the outfit Paul
had left with her. The skirt seemed to have a hundred short petticoats that
caused the top to flounce out at almost 90 degrees. Yet it was so short that
again, you could see her stocking tops.
This time the stockings, panties, and skirt were all white. And the top was
a lace ribbon that wrapped around her tits, leaving a little view of both the
top and bottom of each breast. And finally there were little white socks and
5" stiletto heels to complete the combination.
Anne looked in the mirror and saw a stranger, half whore, half virgin,
looking back at her. She couldn't go through with this - she wasn't a slut.
But then she saw the envelope and realized she had no choice. Beaten
down by Paul before she had even arrived at his house, she pulled out of
the parking lot and headed toward his house.
At 2:30 the bell rang at Paul's house. He opened the door and there was
Anne, looking at the floor, scared of what he was going to do. Anne
walked in and just stood in the center of the floor. Paul smiled, this was
going to be easy he thought.
"Well Anne, I asked you here because I want to take some pictures of you.
That one just isn't enough for me. But this will be a little unusual for a slut
like you, I want to take pictures of you with your clothes on."
At the mention of keeping her clothes on, a wave of relief swept over her.
She actually felt thankful toward Paul for letting her stayed dressed. And
he had called her a slut but she had posed naked for the picture at that
party.
So for the next half hour Paul took photos of Anne in her different outfits.
And each outfit and pose was more and more suggestive. Until finally
Anne was posing in the see-through dress so you could see her tits and cunt
through the fabric. And then, when changing out of the transparent dress,
Paul reached out to Anne and had her stop, dressed in just stockings,
panties, and half bra.
"I want some pictures of you like this" he told her. Anne just nodded, it
didn't seem much different to her and she was now used to being told how
to pose and what to wear. So she posed, first standing, then leaning back,
and finally, as in the original picture, laying down and spreading her
pussy.
Paul then had her pose in her different sets of underwear, each time
placing her in more and more lewd positions. And all the time
complimenting her on how she looked so beautiful, the most beautiful slut
she had ever seen. Telling her how gorgeous her cunt and tits were.
And Anne listened to it all getting even more confused. Paul was
complimenting her and saying everything nicely. And he obviously though
she was beautiful. But he found her beautiful because she looked like a slut.
Anne couldn't separate the two. She wanted to be beautiful and appreciated
and if looking like a slut was how men appreciated her, then she would do
it. So she continued to pose, enjoying Paul's' comments about her beauty
and trying to ignore the ones about her sluttishness.
After the last set of pictures Paul sat down next to Anne with a vibrator in
his hand. Anne had never seen one before although she had an idea of
what it was used for. She suddenly panicked. "Please don't put that in me,
I'm a virgin. Please Please don't" she sobbed. "I'm saving myself for when
I get married.."
Paul quickly reassured her that nothing was going in her pussy. "I know
what you want" he told her. "You're a slut and slut's want to cum. This
will help you cum. I'll show you how."
Paul then proceeded to turn on the vibrator and use it on Anne's clit. Anne
had touched herself a couple of times before but it had always been very
fast, with major feelings of guilt. Now her clit was feeling things it had
never felt before. And all the time Paul was whispering that this was all
good. That she should feel this way.
Anne's first climax hit her before she understood what was happening.
And a second rapidly followed the first. Paul kept working her clit with the
vibrator as climax after climax cascaded through Anne's body. She had
never felt anything like this before. All other thoughts were lost as Anne
luxuriated in the afterglow of the most awesome orgasm she had ever felt.
Nothing else mattered.
After about 5 minutes Paul figured she could pop again, so he started in on
her clit again with the vibrator. Anne immediately started panting, staring
at Paul as though he was a god. The fact that she could have another
orgasm was beyond belief. All the repressed emotions in a young 17 year
old girl who had never really had an orgasm before bubbled to the surface.
Paul moved Anne's hand to the vibrator and had her use it on herself. He
then got up and grabbed the camera and started taking pictures. Anne was
totally oblivious to the pictures, totally focused on bringing herself to
another orgasm. Anne again hit a string of orgasms and Paul captured her
in the throes on film.
After another 15 minutes, Paul decided to bring her off one last time. He
had Anne use the vibrator and after she was real worked up, he grabbed the
smallest butt plug the local sex shop had, and already greased up, started
pushing it up Anne's ass.
Anne jumped when she first felt the plug. Its ok Paul assured her, its just a
small plug to make you feel good down there. "Trust me" he said.  Anne
realized it did feel sort-of good pressing lightly against her ass, and she
didn't want to stop the vibrator. So she continued and Paul, ever so gently,
pushed the plug in and out, just a little.
As Anne neared orgasm, Paul pushed the plug in and out further and
further until, as Anne peaked, he pushed the plug all the way in. Once
again Anne hit a string of cums, made even more intense from the plug in
her ass.
As Anne laid there, all worn out, Paul got the most tremendous hard-on of
his life. At 17, Anne's young body was still firm and fresh. And there is
virtually nothing more erotic than the view of a woman, totally worn out
from cumming repeatedly, lying back totally open.
"You know" Paul said, "I helped you cum. And now I need help to take
care of my problem."
Anne looked up at him fearfully. Oh god no she thought. Please I can't do
this. I won't have sex with him, not even if he shows the picture to my
father. I just can't do it.
Paul saw the abject fear in Anne's eyes which turned him on even more.
God he would love to just jump on her and rape the shit out of her. But if
he did that she would probably run and never return, pictures or no
pictures.
"Relax slut, I'm not going to fuck you." Relief poured through Anne's
body. "I just want you to jack me off." "To a little slut like you a hand job
should be nothing."
Anne tentatively reached up for Paul's crotch and started rubbing his cock
through his pants.
"Not like that, pull it out." "Don't you want to feel my cock in your hand."
Anne pulled her hand back and Paul, desperate to cum, opened his pants
and pulled his cock out. He then grabbed Anne's hand and wrapped her
hand around his cock. "Start jerking it."
Anne started moving her hand up and down his cock, looking as though
she was scared it might bite her. This was actually her first view of a cock
and it scared her.
Paul stroked Anne's hair while talking to her. "You are such a pretty little
slut. Do you like jacking my cock? I'm going to squirt my cum all over
your face. Bet a little slut like you would like that. Playing with your clit
and covered with cum - that must be your fondest dream."
Anne looked up at Paul shaking her head no, with a pleading look on her
face, whispering "no, no, no I'm not. Please god no."
"What's the matter slut, my cock isn't good enough for you?" Paul angrily
jerked Anne over his lap, face down, ripe for spanking. Before Anne
realized what was happening Paul was spanking her butt as hard as he
could with one hand while holding her down with the other.
"Oh god no, please don't, please stop" Anne wailed.
"Fuck you slut. I made you cum god knows how many times and now you
say you're too good to jack me off. Your nothing but a little piece of slut-
meat." Paul continued to nail her butt. Anne's smooth stomach on Paul's
legs and cock felt absolutely delicious. And her ass was so smooth and firm
it just begged for more swats.
Anne finally gave up fighting and just sobbed in pain and humiliation as
Paul whipped her. It hurt, it hurt so bad. And the thought of being paddled
naked, with Paul's prick poking insistently into her stomach, mad her feel
like a complete slut. This did not happen to nice girls. Nice girls did not
play with themselves, especially in front of men. Paul was right, she was a
slut.
Finally Paul could stand it no longer, he was about to burst. He pulled
Anne off of him and dumped her on the floor. "Jack me off now bitch" he
screamed.
Anne jumped to comply jacking his cock. Almost immediately it started to
shoot, the first 2 shots landing on Anne's surprised face, before she pointed
Paul's cock away.
"On your face slut" Paul yelled, turning his cock back toward Anne's face,
covering it with jism. God she looked beautiful there, totally humiliated at
his feet, with her face covered with his cum. "Rub it in" he said.
Anne didn't understand. She looked up at Paul wanting to know what he
meant.
Paul grabbed Anne's hands and pulled them up to her cheeks. "Rub the
cum into your skin. All sluts rub the cum in cause they like it so much."
Anne just looked at him - she couldn't do that. The stuff was yucky, she
needed to wash it off.
"Do it now" he screamed standing up and towering over her, looking like
he was about to hit her.
Anne started rubbing the cum into her face. By the time she was done there
was an even coating all over from her forehead to her chin. Anne felt like a
complete slut now, totally covered with cum.
"Now lick your hands clean."
Anne shuddered in disgust and then brought her hands up to her mouth
and licked the cum off of them. She was a slut and sluts licked cum off of
their hands. She started to cry as she realized what she looked like now,
covered with cum, naked, kneeling in front of Paul, licking the cum off of
her hands.
Paul stood Anne up and dressed her in the clothes she had worn from
home, leaving the butt plug in. He then handed her the vibrator. "Every
night and every morning I want you to use this" he told her. Anne looked
at Paul and nodded. She was a slut and sluts used vibrators. Besides, it felt
so good.
"And another thing, that butt plug stays in you except when you shit. I'll
be checking and if its out you will get one hell of a spanking." Again Anne
nodded. She had actually forgotten it was there although with his
reminder, now she was acutely aware of it.
"I'd kiss you good-bye but you would taste of cum you little slut." And with
that Paul pushed Anne out the door of his house.
Anne suddenly realized that she was standing out in public, holding a
vibrator. If someone saw her they might get the wrong idea. Then she
suddenly realized, no it would be the right idea. She was such a slut Paul
wouldn't even kiss her good-bye. She cried so much on the way home she
could barely see the road.