Episode 2: Freshly Squeezed

Molly Indrabooty nibbled at her dinner with a succulent fear. Hidden within her expression she chose to remain silent as her parents Sahseej and Marjorie communicated quite vividly over their workday. Both of them always complained over something amiss or someone not pulling their weight. You would think a brain surgeon would rather leave his day at the hospital not discuss such gory topics at a dinner table. Even her mother a professor could not resist mentioning plant genomes or unruly students in her classes. Vented for nearly ten long minutes the parents paused their lives to turn to their one and only child. Finally, her mother decided to include Molly. Her father simply chewing his food stared at her as if to read her thoughts. Careful Father! Her thoughts might be juicier than your veal.

“How was your day, sweetheart?”

Molly attempted a perky smile and shrugged at her beautiful mother. To most who knew her mother they would have thought of her as more a librarian than a botanist. A woman of distinguished substance in a body to die for. Many of her students often slyly made wisecracks that they would love to PLANT their lips anywhere upon her body. Her lips PLANTED around their cocks. Juvenile antics for sure but Marj knew very well her allure. Maintaining elegant poise, she neither encouraged or discouraged their swagger and flirtations. She simply smiled and performed her daily routine. The hottest professor at Miami University loved being noticed, in a sense worshipped. Still, mother and wife she remained faithful. Her husband was always magnificent in bed. Charming, sophisticated, poise perfect. Why ruin a good thing.

“It was fine.”

Unacceptable to Marjorie she continued probing, “Have you made any new friends?” Her father eyed his daughter with scrutiny, curious if she would mention the boy who waved at them.

“Yes, I guess so. Casual acquaintances at best. The boys at this school are trying very hard. The girls seem intimidated by me.”

Marjorie warmly smiled, knowing her baby was just as alluring as she was. Mixed Caucasian American and Hindi DNA had conceived a new Goddess who might rival any deity from the ancient Veda texts might have promoted. “Of course! You are a beautiful young lady. Boys are always intrigued by beauty over brains.” Her father resented that comment. Brains got him filthy rich and steady employment. Of course, being a male model in stature and fine-tuned looks he had both. “You have both.” Father agreed! “This will always create jealousy among other girls. Just be yourself.”

Sahseej leered at Molly without emotion of any kind. Cold in appearance but warm within. “How are your instructors?”

“My teachers are very nice. Helpful when I am confused. Our cultural differences make learning more challenging.”

He nodded agreeing yet again. “America! Confusing to say the least.”

“You behave.” She waved her perfect nails his way as if fanning him, “It is America that signs your paychecks. Quite handsomely, I might add.”

“Golddigger!” He jests with a slim smirk to show his whit through a dry humor.

“You know me well, darling.” She pats his hand. “Sometime as I plant a specimen, I will strike a pot of gold on my own. Then I will not need you.” A tongue razz lured his eyes at least in finding amusement in her antics.

Giggling under her breath, Molly felt her cellphone vibrate in her pocket. Ignoring it she chose not to let on who it might be. Her suspicions kept her silent knowing they would grill her until she inevitably would crack and fess up that a boy had her number. A few boys at that. All new to her she had only family members in her contact list up until today. Complimenting her mother’s cooking, the eggplant divine she ate up and navigated minor conversation over potential colleges. An ACT test forthcoming! She really did not want to go to college, but with parents high on academia she might end up having to. That or marry some strange man that her father arranged. Luckily, her mother would retaliate against old traditions and defend her only baby.

“May I be excused? I have schoolwork I need to finish. Good grades are a must.”

“Two more bites. I worry because you barely eat.” Marjorie points out. “You have barely touched your veal.” Thankfully, Sahseej did reject the family tradition of eating bovine. In India it was shameful the cow albeit worshipped. Even he adored a good hamburger. Quickly she finishes her carrots and eggplant wiping the corners of her mouth with a napkin.

“Thank you for your concern. I merely try to keep my figure. A girl’s prerogative.” Molly winked before quietly standing up to take turns hugging both of her parents. Father always first out of respect. Mother taught her well. With kisses goodnight she retreated to her bedroom as if groaning over having to study. Once her door was shut, she pulled out her cell and read a contact name that simply said Prince Charming. Not quite, but in her eyes he was. It was from Caleb Houser. Smiling over her handsome blackmailer she could not even find it in her to hate he or his brother Nathan. Dislike at best concerning Nate, but she would get over even his vile traits. Boys were certainly on her radar. “I will play along.” Text read to herself!

“Hi Molly. I’m sorry if you think I’m cruel. Have some faith in me and learn to enjoy yourself. I’m not all bad. You will see. Just obey as you agreed, and I’ll treat you like a princess.” Prince Charming, he might be after all, “Try not to fear the worst. Even if it should be crazy, I expect you to be obedient. And to trust that I will always keep you safe.”

She pouts and recalls the end of the school day when Caleb and Nathan claimed her cell and all of her important contacts. Her mother and father’s personal cell numbers. Their job numbers, even both sets of her grandparents back in India and Upstate Florida. This distressed her beyond belief. Caleb had the ability to destroy her life. Her entire family. Yet, why was she not bawling her eyes out?

Texting him back she wrote, “I will obey as promised. I will trust you to be the true gentleman that I see hiding within you.” Fingers crossed!

After a few moments of tedious pause, he finally wrote her back with a follow up text. “Just as I see something hiding within you. I will reach inside and drag it out. You will thank me, Molly. Now, I have a command. Obey!”

“I await.” She replied with a nervous smile, taking a seat at her desk. A makeup table as well, she looked at herself in its mirror. As a desk her father insisted on that mirror as a way of showing her that she must have pride in herself. At the moment pride looked more like fear. Still, she could not resist blushing at her reflection. “Mirror! Mirror on my wall. Who is the most foolish girl of all?” Duh! Ooo! Text!

“Remove all of your clothing. Lay in your bed and take selfies of every part of your body. You have twenty minutes to send them to me. If it goes over twenty, I will take pictures of you totally naked at school tomorrow. Do you understand me?”

She bulged her eyes at his revelation, “Quite clearly.” At school would be truly humiliating she thought, then recalled the boys seeing her contortion in the hallway. “Perhaps I should test Prince Charming to see if he would truly do such a thing.” Better not! “Let me get busy.”

Scurrying to her bed she sat her cell on the covers to undress. In moments she chilled at her nudity by facing her mirror and lightly caressing her smokey curves and silky flesh. Goosebumps erupted all over her. Eyes flaring at her nipples hardening she reclaimed her cellphone and preps her camera ready. A simple face shot began the pictures. Then she boldly held the cell over her body at arm’s length to capture a shot of her stunning 36D chest. Her nipples were even more aggressively rising at her challenge. A second photo crushing them together tightly between her biceps made her form a smile. Why? She pondered. This would most likely add fuel to her inferno. Caleb might not be as trustworthy as he let on. “A risk must be taken.” Yay! Inside, outside, her body felt joy in her undertaking.

A set of thigh shots revealed her moistening labia. A photo of her toes was added as a simple reward, she was proud of them and their hot pink nail polish. Finally, she did her best to capture her stunning butt cheeks. It was an awkward angle, but she did what she could manage. A dark butt pucker could be seen as she held one cheek captive which pried it aside just enough. Why that mattered she had no idea. Accidental playfulness at best!

At the sixteen-minute mark she began sending pictures. One after another went through to Caleb. As she awaited his reply it crossed the twenty-minute marker. She lay there shivering for long moments. Then her next reply came, Molly biting her fingernail with trembling anticipation. “That was fun, wasn’t it?”

“It was. May I get dressed now?” She typed.

“Not yet!” His answer swift, “Spread your pussy lips wide and take one more picture right up inside paradise. Nice butthole by the way.” A smiley emoji made her eyes sparkle. How strange that he would find such an orifice beautiful.

Creasing her brow, she then moved her free hand down to pry her hole open. The shot revealed a juicy and glistening pink entrance. Even she found it sexy! After sending it his reply returned with, “My dick will fit in there perfectly. I expect you to invite me in.” Molly’s entire body led to spasm at the sheer thought. Limbs kicking at the recollection of her one-time only intercourse back in Mumbai.

“Oh, my golly! Is this what you intend of me?” She sucked upon her nail rather than ruin her polish further. “I did like that very much.” Fond memories if not in love. Pierre was good but he was all she had to go on. Surely, there were much better lovers. A mate was not even on her mind.

“An invitation would be much better than any devious command. Don’t you agree?” He recited.

“Do I have a choice?” Please say no! Please say no!

“No.” YESSSS! “However, I prefer to hear that you want to feel my huge cock inside of you.”

“Huge? I must see this for myself.” Molly found it hard to type, she wanted so very badly to touch her clit and play. Of this, she did in private most every night. An imaginary lover with strong build and take no prisoner qualities were her favorite fantasies. Muscles definitely! America had much to offer in that area compared to India. She erased her typed desire to see his dick. As much as she wanted to she found it imperative that he volunteer it over asking.

“The thought of that is indeed appealing. Finding the time and place is quite impossible. My father drops me off and picks me up. If not he, then my mother.”

“Let me figure that out. Please answer me.”

“I will allow this if it means keeping my family from knowing. Yes.” OH, YES! Limbs continued to beat up her mattress.

“I expect you to invite others too.”

“What?” She tensed and sat up. “Others?”

“Nathan. Wyatt. Anybody I allow to feast on you. Would you tell me no?” Curling up in a fetal position she closed her eyelids and huffed loudly at the visions of the boys kissing her all over. It became maddening to her hormones, fingers teasing her clit until another text of, “Molly?” brought her out of her den of thieves. All though she was not Arabic, she knew of the fairy tale. Ali Baba and those forty thieves would find her a treasure. Still! Others would prove to be a challenge that she was not one hundred percent certain she was ready for. Caleb and possibly Nathan, but all of their friends?

“I would not tell you no.” Why did she say that? She pouted over her inability to deny Caleb. A second thought she typed, “Please do not make me do this.”

“Resist further and I will force it upon you. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Caleb.” She paused before sending, to add, “Why do you wish to do this to me?”

No reply for five long minutes. She began to panic at no answer. “I have angered him by pleading he does not share me. Noooo! I must change my mind.”

Finally, as she wrote a lengthy apology and prepared to send her cry of forgiveness he answered back. “Because you want me too.” Her jaw dropped low as she read his reply multiple times. How could he insinuate such a thing? Did he know her better than she knew herself? Deleting her long apology, she chose a brief boldness.

“I do not. This terrifies me.”

“You change your clothing twice each school day. From proper to sexy. You, yourself have said that you like the attention.” He returned with. That was very true, even she had to admit that.

“Yes, but not to be a whore. I am a good, sweet person. I do not deserve to be treated badly.” Debatable! What happened earlier today was erotic as much as terrifying. Torn!

“Can you deny that you liked coming to class without panties on? Or that we showed your titties off at your locker? Touched you all over.”

“No.” She shivered, “It was quite liberating.” Uggggh! He was so right.

“Can you deny that you liked showing us that pussy of yours?” Falling back onto her mattress she touched her clitoris again, her shivers become quaking in her limbs.

With one hand she typed back, answering with “I only intended to do such a thing once.” She defended herself then added, “The rest you and your friends did to me without permission.” Thank you! Nice try Miss Indrabooty. Her fingers dipped within her moist vulva. Eye lashes uncontrollable she fingered herself until his next reply.

“If that were true you would not have showed us off and on during the entire class.” He was correct, knowing that she pouted and sank her knuckles deeper inside her warm, wet cunt.

“Yes, but not in letting Mr. Bruce see me.”

“Bullshit! Stop lying to yourself. You wanted him to see it, or you wouldn’t have taken the risk. He hasn’t turned you in has he?”

“He has not. There is still time, I do not wish my parents to ever find out that which I do. I only did that to make you happy.” She whined as she typed. He was a good kisser. But again, she had only her French lover Pierre to go by even in that area.

“Keep making me happy. You will show anything and everything to whoever I tell you to. Wear whatever I tell you to. AM I CLEAR?” His bold letters scared her.

“I only have those two dresses. Some cute bras and panties. That is all I have hidden away from father. I cannot buy too much, or he will notice. It is his credit card that I use when I ask for something.”

“Text me your measurements and sizes. I’ll buy you things and bring them to school each day. Whatever I bring, you change into. Am I clear?” No capital letters this time eased her reluctance. It did make her smile as much as the sensations of her fingers probing within her.

“You would buy me nice clothes?”

“Only sexy clothes. Nothing proper.”

“It cannot be too revealing, or I will get into trouble.”

“No, you won’t. I’ll take care of you.” He confided, “I promise.”

“If you say so. I will obey. Here are my sizes.” She fired off her dress sizes, bra size, shoe size. Favorite colors even.

“Got it. Do you feel sexy?”

Puckering in thought she couldn’t resist, “At the moment, yes I do.”

“Do you want the attention of every guy in school?”

“I like to be noticed. Much further scares me.”

“Have you noticed that all of your male teachers drool over you?”

“A number of them look at me more than others. It is quite strange.”

“Tomorrow you will flirt with them. Nothing extreme immediately. Each day forward you will continue.”

She gasped at the thought then grinned, her pussy was on fire. “How do I do that?”

“You will figure that out. Every class I will have someone watching you. If you fail and that watcher gives me a bad report, I will punish you in some fashion. Am I understood?”

“Yes.” That made her upper body rise up, her fingers pressing deeper within her. It became difficult to type, let alone hold her cell steady in her tremors. An orgasm was looming!

“Good. I’ll meet you when daddy drops you off.”

“Good night, Prince Caleb.” Charmed!

“Night, Sexy.” Young Mister Houser complimented her. “I hope your fingers aren’t tired.” He sent a laughing emoji. Did he know she was masturbating? Blushing she hurried out of impulse to record her fingers finishing the job via video. Shaking violently, she captured her juices squirting all around her knuckles and staining her blanket. Oops!

“Dare I send this video?” She watched it four times then took the risk. “My life is over anyway should he reveal what he already possesses.” Sent!

Sleep would prove difficult. Caleb watched her video two dozen times and beat off to no end. An hour later he sent her a video back of himself jerking a very healthy beast of eight inches and extraordinarily thick. Capturing himself shooting jizz up over his abdomen he sent it to her. “Dream of me! Obey! Lick your phone. LOL!”

“He truly is huge.” Glee led to another masturbation for both. Licking her screen of his cream made her giggle. No more conversation, simply watching one another throughout the night until slumber took over. “I think I will be most obedient.” Zzzzzz!

The next morning Molly’s father took her to school as he did every day thus far. Again, Caleb, and this time his adopted brother Nathan met Molly stepping from the car just ahead of Sahseej in his SUV. A well-built man in nice clothing stepped out just long enough to remove his wallet from his pocket and hand the boy’s money for lunch. Hugging them against their ego, their father took the time to wave at Sahseej and apologize for the hold up.

A simple wave without emotion Sahseej nodded as the man returned to his red Jaguar then proceeded to drive away. Yesterday a BMW; today a Jag. Further wealth it appeared by the type of cars the man drove. Interesting! Eyes would be wide open in the days ahead.

While Sahseej knew his daughter was growing up, it was unsettling over boys being too close to her. Wealth meant good upbringing. In India maybe! Florida, not so much. A surgery to perform in three hours he left his imagination behind.

Inside the school Caleb handed Molly his own book bag. Encouraged she opened it to look inside and finds a pale orange t-shirt and a pair of white shorts. Words on the front said SONKISSED. She had no idea what it meant. “These look harmless.”

“Go change. You have five minutes.” Caleb prompted and turned her away by her shoulders. “Chin high at all times. Take pride in what I make you do.” Smirking she headed off to the little girl’s room.

Nathan watching her walk away chuckled, “You raided Kayla’s closet? She might miss that shirt. You know how she loves her crazy ass teaser shirts.”

Caleb smirked, “They look almost the same size. Sis won’t miss them. Hell, she might have outgrown them.” He chuckles using his hands as if inflating his chest like a girl’s blossoming titties. Looked queer but nobody would dare mock Caleb Houser.

“Yeah, you’re right. Kayla’s like 120 pounds wet. I’m guessing Molly is about ten pounds lighter. Chest is close though. In Kayla’s case those twenty pounds are all in those fat titties of hers.”

“Kayla’s 38C now. Molly is 36D. Can you believe that shit? She’s inhuman.”

“Sis or Molly? I mean they’re both bootylicious.”

“Quit drooling over Kay.” Caleb sneered, “You may be adopted but respect her.” As if he did! Laughing over it Caleb added, “I’m messing with you. I watch her every chance I get too.”

“Thank God, she’s a free spirit. It’s crazy how mom and dad don’t get after her for walking around nude half the time. I’d do it but it’d feel weird mom seeing me hard around sis.”

“Or think it’s because of her. Dad likes seeing Kayla naked as much as we do.” Caleb goaded his brother. “Relax dude! Mom is smoking hot too. Dad buying those 40G’s for her birthday last year I can’t stop staring at them either. I’m surprised Kay hasn’t asked for a set of those.”

“I know, right!”

“Those white booty shorts have to be tight on Molly. I think Kayla has a thinner ass and legs. Kay is model material, Bolly there is close, but she’s got a bouncier bottom.”

“We’ll find out Bro.” Six minutes pass before Molly returned with a shy beet red expression of regret. The shirt was entirely too snug and short. “Yep! I don’t think Kayla has worn that tee since she was 16. Tight as hell on Molly.” Her belly button peeked out as she walked. Her chest lifted the hemline higher than it should have been on her waist. The white shorts were second skin, and her natural deep tan was easily noticed behind the material. Both boys whistled under their breath.