Chapter 2: Backseat Sex

Somebody tapped on her driver side glass. She looked out and saw the young man. She groaned just as the Voice said, "Now it's time to see how well you fuck."

A shiver of self loathing went through her body. She was a married woman, not some slut out to have sex with everything with two legs and a boner. She wanted to cry and the Voice was there in her ear intimidating her, "Get out of the car and let him get a feel. You can do your thing in the backseat of your car."

"What-what if I don't want to," she said as she unfastened her seat belt?

"Then you will experience more pain and pleasure than I gave you before. Now move that chubby ass of yours and be sure you wiggle those big boobs of yours for our friend."

She wanted to cry or scream or drive away, anything but get out of the car and give the waiting young man a "feel" of her form! As she delayed she felt a tingle, then a jolt of pain, then another tingle down below, the Voice telling her if she delayed much longer she would really pay. She didn't want to find out what that meant; she'd just experienced a truly satisfying climax and she knew that if she refused the lecherous Voice what he wanted she would pay with more excruciating pain.

She opened her car door, swinging her legs out. She looked up and to her left and saw the young man there, looking down at her, obviously enjoying the view of her exposed middle thighs. She made no effort to cover her legs as she sickeningly realized she soon would be exposing a lot more than just her thighs. "Very nice, lady, nice legs that is," said the youth as she stood.

"Wiggle them boobies," said the Voice in her ear.

She blushed and deliberately closed the car door after coming to a standing position. She followed through with slamming the car door as much as she could which caused her big boobs to jiggle. The youth took two steps towards her as she backed against the car, feeling the cool metal of the car's surface on her back and on her rump. The youth was standing directly in front of her now, grinning as he looked her over.

She felt suddenly very exposed, as she could almost feel his eyes moving over her form. She knew that part of the feeling was being generated by the Voice as a tremor of delight cascaded up from her loins and through her form causing her nipples to become quite aroused, very erect, pushing out against the blouse and obviously protruding out of through flimsy material of her blouse. The youth stepped one step closer as she saw his hand come out to cup her right breast. She shuddered both in fear and anticipation as she felt his hand first cradle her big breast, then allow her breast flesh to roll over his fingers. She felt cheap, degraded, used and slutty all at the same time.

"Open the backseat door," said the Voice in her ear.

Almost automatically she felt herself disengage herself from the fondling of the youth and open the back door to her car. She looked inside then at the youth, realizing miserably as she did so that it must have looked almost like an invitation. She hadn't really been thinking what it looked like, she had only performed what the Voice had told her to do for fear of any repercussions the Voice could through at her.

A wave of pleasure suddenly assaulted her and she felt her knee's weaken. The Voice had sent her a pleasure wave of rather extreme intensity. She shuddered and shook as the Voice said, "Now get in the back seat, hike up the skirt and wait, be sure you lay down."

She wanted to cry. She felt like such a whore as she moved and obeyed the Voice, highly conscious of the youth who was also watching what she did. She got into the back seat, hiking her skirt above her hose tops.

"Spread your legs a little, give the kid a show," said the Voice.

She was lying down and she wondered how the Voice could see her. It wasn't until she opened her legs a little that she realized the Voice must have placed a camera somewhere in her car because as soon as she opened her legs the Voice applauded her willingness to comply with his desires.

It was the weirdest sex she'd ever experienced. She was already quite wet when the youth observed her laying in her backseat. She hadn't said a word to him merely following the evil instructions of the Voice. The youth surveyed her, equally silent, for a moment before he got into the back seat between her legs. She moved to attempt to close her legs and the Voice said, "No, no, keep the legs nice and wide for him!"