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 18-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, it's 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 18, 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 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 it's 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.