As we approached his house I felt myself vibrating. I could hear him talking to me but I was so excited, so confused, so just-about-to-jump-out-of-my-skin that I couldn't respond. Every inch of my flesh was on fire.
"You are such an awesome slut," he said with affection, "Silent. Sexy. Slutty. Yes, you are perfect."
Nothing could have prepared me for my next vision. His basement seemed to be some sort of photographic dark room with the walls covered by pictures of me. Yes, me! There I am unloading groceries, shopping, watching my daughters soccer game - oh, no, naked! Yes naked, what in the world? Speechless. Dumfounded. Little balls of sweat ran down my back causing me to shiver.
"Like it?" He said with a huge smile. "See how awesome you are!" Yes, I think I'll get an A.
"An A?" I mutterred sheepishly.
"Yes, I chose you as my photo-essay assignment for school. "Sign here," as he slipped a pen and paper into my hand, "I'm a photography major.".
Stunned and overwhelmed I signed the paper without reading it. "Now it's official. This release allows my A. Thanks!"
I was mesmerized by a large picture of me, taken at night, the lighting in the backround revealed me as a shadow in the act of sex. Yes, in my own bedroom. "I like that one too. I believe it is with your husband. The way you ride his cock, so intense, so focused. You are such a great subject," he said very business-like.
So I'm a subject? A model? Since when? How did this happen? My mind was a whirl of disconnected thoughts. Certainly, I am a wife, a mom, in fact a soccer mom, but a model? My body was overheating. I was a mess. I couldn't speak and couldn't move.
Suddenly, I was startled by a new voice, a female voice. "There you are," she said sweetly. "And your picture friend. How sweet she is," gently rubbing he fingers down by back. I jumped back. "Oh don't be afraid. We appreciate what you've done for Brian and I just want to say thanks," gently kissing me on the cheek.
I thought I would faint. My knees weakened and I nearly lost it but thankfully, the back of the couch was within reach and I stabilized myself. She came around to my front saying,"You know, I wanted to touch you from the moment I saw you," she said as she brushed both hands against my heaving chest as I gasped for air. Grabbing my nipples, she began to squeeze each one. Harder and harder. My face was flush. The pain actually felt good because it relieved me of the numbness from the shock. Still I couldn't move. No woman had ever touched me. I didn't know how to respond.
"Well, I'd love to stop and play with you. But I have shopping to do and errands to run," she said with enthusiasm. "Do come back though, promise?"
I must have nodded because she said "Good. See you soon," and she turned and walked away.
"So you met mom," he said. " She's not your typical mom," he quipped with a loud laugh. "She really liked your tits," continuing his laughter. "And once again, you liked showing your slutty self. Naked, cum stained. What a cunt you are," brushing my hair out of my face. "Here, sit down while I develop these latest pics."
"I..I..have to go," I stammered as panic took over. Naked in a strangers basement, what is happening to me? Panicked, I ran out of the house, across the yard and back home. Breathless, now in the safety of my own home, I tried to collect my thoughts. The phone rang, mindlessly, I picked it up, only to hear his voice, "You are quite rude. You should have said good by. Step in front of the window. Do it. Don't make me come over...that's it... Rub yourself... Come on, be the slut that you love to be," he coaxed.
Was I in a trance? Slowly, rythmically, I fingered myself. Dripping wet, I gently played with myself in front of the window. "See how awesome you are? Naked, finger fucking yourself in the picture window. Make yourself cum, slut...give me another great shot. Has your cunt ever been wetter?" he asked.