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nextdoorpart2

NEXT DOOR Part 2 By Looney

EXPLICIT MATERIAL NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. © 2000 pentl@yahoo.com --

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The world was spinning. I want to get up from this hard, cold chair,

but this man specifically told me not to. Phewww, just exactly what

happened to me. I feel scared and horny and exhausted all rolled into one.

If I stand up, I will probably fall down. My legs are tingling and my

pussy is throbbing to the thumping of my heart. "What did I do?" "Why did

I do that?" Sandy, "Sandy" is my name. He called me slut. Slut Sandy, no

Slut Slave Sandy. Why did I allow this to happen? I am not a Slut,

certainly not someone's Slave. Slowly I turned my head and saw the

pictures of me fucking the deliveryman. All this trouble because my

fucking husband is out of town so much and masturbating is just not doing

it. I need a dick, a big old cock in me. The damn deliveryman had not

even let me cum. "Fucker."

Man, how was I gonna get out of this? What was I going to do? Staring

at the clock I had 10 minutes left to sit here. I wanted to get cleaned up

and "Why am I still sitting here?" It took me a few minutes to get myself

oriented, a few minutes to think. "SHIT", if I get up?" If my husband get

those pictures. NO,no,no, that can't happen.

"The letter!"

"Shit"

Shaking, I picked it up and opened it. I was really scared that he

wanted money. If he only knew how much money I have and that if my husband

divorces me, with those pictures as evidence, I would be broken. I did not

care about the teaching job, I did not need it. The pre-nup I signed would

end it all. Unfolding the note, I slowly read it.

Slave,

Follow these instructions and nothing will happen. Do not, and you know

the consequences. Everything, complete obedience, or ruin your life. You

will either obey, or not. There is no middle ground.

1. Be ready at 8:30 PM. 2. Shave your pussy smooth. 3. Wear the

following items and only the following items.

A short, not tight, miniskirt.

Thong panties.

A pretty blouse, unbuttoning from the front.

A small amount of makeup.

High heels.

NO Bra! NO Hose!

DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCOMSTANCES, PLAY WITH YOURSELF.

Whoo boy, what was going on? Play with myself? That is what got me

into this in the first place. Finally! My 30 minutes are up. Looking out

the window, "FUCK", his blinds are all closed. He wasn't even watching.

"Asshole." It was 7:00 PM and I did not have much time to get ready. I

guess I will have to do what he says. The alternative was not so pleasant.

After wiping down the kitchen chair, I stumbled upstairs to take a

shower. My mind was still reeling from the thoughts and feelings I had. I

am not so sure that he was correct. I sure got off on everything he did to

me. My ass was still tender from the spanking I got and my nipples were

sore. Lowering my hand, my pussy was sopping wet and sensitive as hell.

Rubbing my finger in circles over my clit, why was I so horny? Why was the

thought of being made to do something, and having no choice about it,

making me so wet? "Fuck him!" I will still do whatever I want, damn it! I

laid down on the bed and reached over to get my dildo. I needed no

lubrication, so I crammed it into my gash. After about two or three

strokes I started to cum. My legs shook and I clenched up and then

collapsed. That's three massive orgasms in a few hours. I have never done

that before. "Fuck", what was I going to do?

I got up and gathered up the clothes to wear, per his instructions. I

felt so frustrated. I wanted to call his bluff, but my ass was so tender.

You could still see a hand mark from where he hit me. I quickly took a

shower and got ready. I made sure that I had time to eat before he

arrived. I did not like going without a bra. My breasts will hold there

own in any contest, but they jiggled when I walked and the nipples were

rubbing against the material making them constantly hard. At least my

white blouse was dirty. You could see right through it. I made a sandwich

and got some water. As I grabbed some ice cubes, I shuddered at the

thought of him shoving the cubes up my cunt. "God, I came hard!"

As I turned around, I yelped loudly. He was standing right next to me.

He scared the shit out of me! "I took your keys and made myself a copy,"

he said nonchalantly. He slowly ran the back of his hand down my face and

over my breasts ending up between my legs. He ran his fingernail over my

panties, pinching my pussy lips right over my clit.

"Good, good, slave. Exactly as ordered, nice and smooth. We will

certainly have fun tonight!"

"Did you play with yourself, slut? I instructed you not to, but your

eyes say something completely different." He grabbed my hair by the back of

my head and said, "Did you masturbate and spank that pretty pussy of yours?

HUH!"

"I-I-Umm-Yes, I did! You can't control my every move." I said

defiantly.

"AAUUGGHH," I cried as he grabbed my nipple and twisted it cruelly. I

fell to my knees and tried to get away.

"My power over controlling you extends to every aspect of your miserable

fucking life. If I don't want you to pee for a week, you won't!"

"AAAUUUUGGGHH," The pain in my nipple was killing me.

"Whatever I order, you will obey, right!?"

"Y-Yes." "We are going to be out in public tonight. You will do

everything I say, correct!"

"Y-Yes, sir" I said. I was scared to death. "Wha-where are we going?"

I never thought we would be leaving.

"Shut the FUCK up, bitch. You are not to speak until you are spoken to,

and you will only respond if asked a specific question. You will obey

ANYONE who decides to speak to you, anyone at all!"

"Get up Slave!" He ordered. He set a bag down and started looking for

something. He took out a camera and told me to turn around and bend over.

I kept my hands by my side and slowly bent over. He raised my skirt up and

kicked my legs apart. "Ohh," I moaned as he grabbed the string to my thong

and pulled it up into the crack in my ass. He squatted down and snapped a

few pictures and ran his finger across the tight fabric covering my pussy.

"Gee, Slut Sandy, Your pussy is already wet, and it is only 8:35. You

must enjoy being a whore! Maybe I didn't get as lucky as I thought. This

seems to come pretty natural to you."

I thought to myself, and could not figure why this turned me on so much.

I started liking the fact that I could not talk. I just had to take it.

But, I had a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach about the rest of the

evening. He put the camera away and got out some sort of rolled cigarette.

As he started lighting it, I realized that it was pot. He brought drugs

into my house. Eww, it really stunk. He inhaled really hard and pulled me

towards him. He put a hand on my chest and my back and squeezed all of the

air out of my lungs. He grabbed my mouth to kiss me and blew all the smoke

down my throat. "Hold it in, Sandy. Don't let the smoke out."

My lungs were burning and I started coughing and gasping for air. He

just started laughing at me. "First timers, how sad. Well, we will have

to do it again, till you can control yourself"

Again, he took a long drag on the joint. He pointed at my chest and I

reluctantly blew all my air out. Maybe it would be better this time. I at

least knew what to expect. Whoosh, and my eyes started watering.

"Don't you waste that good pot smoke. Hold it in. If you let it out,

maybe we will just stay here and see how much of a whipping you can take,"

He said with a grin. I held it for at least one minute, and he finally let

me breathe. I got dizzy immediately and had to sit down. He grabbed my

arm, pulling me up, and said, "Let's go. You have places to be." I

stumbled along in my high heels towards the garage. He put me into the

passenger seat and started the car. "Undo a few of those buttons on your

shirt. Let me see a little tit, slut."

I unbuttoned the top two buttons and just sat there. I hoped none of

the neighbors saw us leave together. I wondered about his wife also.

Where was she? How did she fit into this? I was certainly not going to

ask him, though. My right nipple still hurt like shit from the last time I

didn't follow his instructions. We drive into town, about 20 minutes. He

turned into a gas station and pulled up next to the pumps. "Get out and

fill up the car."

I started to button my shirt and he slapped my hands away. "Not a

chance, little girly! Just like you are. And for once again assuming you

know what is best for yourself, you lose another button."

He undid button number three and now you could see my tits clearly. I

got out and walked around to the pump. I used my teller card and started

pumping the gas. The nozzle did not have a little clip, so I had to hold

the damn thing with my hands. It was really windy outside and my skirt and

my shirt kept flying up and open. I was frantically trying to hold one or

the other closed, but was not having good luck. As I looked up, he was

sitting there laughing at me. Furiously, I turned away and noticed several

other men at their cars, watching me. They must have been getting an eye

full, with my clothes flapping around as they were. He rolled down the

window and told me to wash the windows. I got the squeegee and had to lean

over the hood to get at the whole window.

There were now more men just standing at the pumps watching me. I

certainly have never been an exhibitionist, but when I turned around to put

the wiper away, the man behind us was just standing there with his mouth

open. "Walk over to him and tell him that he should get his wife to do the

same for him. Then pinch your nipples for him and get into the car." I

paused, unsure if I would do it. The car started and I heard, "I'll leave

you here, damn it. Go do exactly what I told you!"

I walked over to the car next to us, straight up to the guy, and I felt

everyone's eyes on me. I know I wasn't smiling, but I forced out the

words.

"Mr. you should get your wife to do this for you." I reached into my

shirt, which was still flying around in the wind, and touched my nipples. I

rolled them in my fingers and winced at the pain from them being twisted. I

turned around and got back into my car. "Good girl. Haha. He does not

even know what to do with himself. Spread your legs. SPREAD em! Look!

What a little slut. Your panties are soaking wet. Seems that your body is

giving your true self away, Hahahaha."

Why was I this wet. I did not even realize it. I certainly did not

like everyone staring at me, but I did feel a rush of adrenaline having to

squeeze my nipples in front of a stranger. He drove off and grinned at me,

laughing. "You will need that wet pussy for later, Slut Slave Sandy." My

God, what did he mean by that?