Rebecca looked down at the ground, her mini protest against the man had backfired almost immediately.
Trent, still standing in the doorway, leaned against it's frame and crossed his arms."So go on. Take it off, all of it. A whore like you isn't allowed in my house with clothes on." Rebeccas eyes went wide and she looked behind her. The entrance to Trents front door was situated down a few steps of stairs off to the side of the house. Next door was another, similar sized unit owned by another married couple with a few kids of their own. While somewhat private and at the very least facing away from the street, if anyone next door was home and happened to look over through a window or walk by to the back yard, they would see everything.
Rebecca couldn't move, her mind in disbelief of the situation. Meanwhile, Trent grew impatient. "Would you prefer to strip on the driveway you little slut?" Rebecca shook her head but no words could escape her lips. This was it. She knew she couldn't risk calling his bluff but was she really prepared to go through with this? Everything last night and up until this point was just Trent forcing himself on her; and despite Rebecca mentally resigning herself to his games, could she be an active participant?
"You've got 10 seconds to take it all off before I parade you around the street naked." He said, starting the countdown.
This was it. In a mad dash Rebecca tore her clothes off. First her shirt then her pants. Her massive tits bounced around in her bra as she pulled her head out through the t-shirt hole. Holding her shirt and pants over her body to cover as much as she could, she quickly tried to dart into Trents place for privacy. But the behemoth of a man, held his hand out, blocking her out.
"I said everything. Slut." That last insult felt like a dagger as she stood outside in her bra and underwear. She looked up at him with frightened eyes but considering how far she'd already gone getting caught now was out of the question. She quickly peeled off the underwear, twisting her legs inwards to cover as much as she possibly could before unclasping her bra and using her clothes to cover her large breasts.
Without a word Trent casually moved aside, letting the now naked housewife to rush inside for safety. Her watched her ass jiggle with every step and smiled a devious smile.
"Ok. You win, are you happy?" Rebecca spat at Trent while standing the middle of his living room, doing all she could to cover herself from his gaze. Trent didn't say anything and walked towards her, circling her, and looking his prize up and down. Rebecca stood still, waiting for his next move. He finally stood in front of her, pressing up close against her. With one hand he held her chin up to look at him, studying her face. While the other hands grabbed the woman's clothes being used to shield her from his eyes and tossed them aside.
"Hands to your side." He said softly but with authority. Rebecca's hands remained across her chest. Trent grabbed her by the ponytail and yanked it towards the ceiling. Rebecca grimaced as her hands fell to her side.
Trent's focus shifted to the woman's giant tits sitting bare now in front of him. They were just as he imagined over the years. They sat pretty on her chest, her nipples hard from the outdoor exposure, and they had a fantastic weight to them. He placed both his hands on the side of each breast, slowly pushing them up and forward. He squeezed them and gave them a rough shake while Rebecca looked away in disgust, her cheeks flushed red. Trent grinned like a kid on Christmas playing with his presents.
His fingers finally found her nipples and he pinched them both between his thumb and pointer fingers. Rolling them back and forth between his fingers while slowly tugging on the housewife's breasts, raising them well above their natural resting spot. Rebecca winced at the pain, she instinctively went on her tippy-toes to try and ease her suffering but knew better than to protest any more than that.
Trent grinned at her pained expression. He held the woman's fat tits almost perpendicular to her face for another few seconds before abruptly letting them go, watching them swing back towards her. Becca let out a small squeal which only served to encourage Trent as the milfs udders bounced back to their more natural position.
"Now this is a body worth keeping around." He said as he grabbed Becca by the shoulder spinning her around. Her tits and ass both jiggled as he turned her away from him to check out her ass. He gave it a quick slap and stretched back one cheek exposing her asshole to him again.
"Jesus Christ, you really are built like a perfect little slut, you know that?" Rebecca was on the verge of tears. She had resigned herself to satisfying this pig like man but the verbal abuse was something she hadn't mentally prepared for. It was like he was saying all the things the men in her past who couldn't keep eye contact were thinking. It was humiliating and made her feel worthless and like she was nothing but an object for his dark desires.
He stood behind her now, his arm wrapped around her neck in a light chokehold and his face resting next to her ear. Rebecca could feel the monsters bulge pressing up against her naked ass. She could feel It's size and the heat coming off it. She shut her eyes and grimaced. Trent placed his free hand on her inner right thigh and slowly caressed it, inching closer and closer to her pussy. Becca could feel herself getting turned on despite her best wishes.
"Today is going to be like a little test drive, alright?" Rebecca could feel Trents hot breath on her ear as he whispered into it. "We're going to find out what a dumb slut like you knows when it comes to pleasing a real man." Trent started pushing his huge bulge against Rebecca's behind and slowly grinded into her soft skin. She could only cringe. "But don't worry princess, we're also going to find out what makes you cum too." He added as his wandering hand found her mound and started petting the housewife's pussy. Slowly, and deliberately. Rebecca let out a soft gasp.
He kept going. Back and forth, slowly teasing her with his fingers, pushing them in and out between her wet pussy lips. He found her clit and circled it slowly, each rotation sending shockwaves through her body. Rebecca's breaths deepened as her body began to betray her to the unbiased pleasure. He took his free hand and started fondling her breasts. Gently massaging them and tugging on her nipples softly. Rebecca was in a daze of pleasure as the experienced older gentleman played with her body. She could feel her orgasm building against her will.
But before she could finish Trent stopped abruptly. "But first. A little training is in order." He teased, denying Rebecca her orgasm and breaking her from her trance. And as she came back to reality she felt something clasp around her neck. "What the hell?!" *SMACK* Rebecca's ear began to ring and her face stung as the reality of Trents palm having smacked her face set in.
Trent held his face up against hers "Listen you little bitch I'm getting sick and tired of your attitude." He spat at her. Rebecca could feel then; what she realized now was a collar, tighten around her neck and she began to gasp for air.
"You're in serious need of an attitude adjustment considering the position you're in." Trent said, holding the leash attached to his pets neck high above his head. He jerked it back towards him and Rebecca's body fell into his own. He grabbed her left nipple and gave it a twist. Rebecca howled in pain as much as she could with her airway restricted. He let go, and she fell to the floor. Her naked body curled up as she took big gulps of air.
"If you're going to speak to me like a bitch you're going to act like one too. On your hands in knees. NOW." Rebecca couldn't fight his commands. She slowly picked herself up and got into his requested position. There she was, a happy housewife not 24 hours ago and now naked in her landlords living room, with nothing but a dog collar around her neck, on her hands in knees like an animal.
Trent smiled again, he gently rubbed his hands up and down her spine, pushing down firmly to arch her ass. Her massive tits hung down and pressed against the cold tile. He crouched down in front of her face and grabbed her by her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Do you understand now what happens when you disobey me?" Rebecca didn't say anything, but Trent could see the hate in her eyes. He smiled at her, "It doesn't have to be this way every time. I'll turn you into my whore. You'll see." As he said this he forced two of his fingers into her mouth, reaching down deep into her esophagus. Rebecca knew better than to resist and couldn't help but gag at the rough intrusion into her throat.
"Good girl." Trent cooed as he stroked her hair while he continued to finger fuck her mouth. Finally, he pulled his fingers out and wiped them across her face. "Now for your reward. Don't move" He got up and walked into another room. Rebecca did as she was told and stayed put. Her heart was racing and she couldn't bare to imagine what kind of sick reward Trent had in mind.
