Hannah Montana: Lets Get Crazy Chapter 3

Hannah Montana: Let’s Get Crazy Chapter III
Rico watched in amazement as Hannah Montana walked out of the secret closet that only minutes ago, Miley Stewart had walked into. He looked down at the video camera to make sure that it was recording. It was.
Miley is Hannah Montana! His mind screamed. Holy shit. This is perfect! I can force her into having sex with me, or else I’ll reveal her secret. Rico grinned as he crept away from her window, planning just how to break the news to an unsuspecting Miley/Hannah.

Later that night, Hannah Montana finished another concert, walking off the stage to the loud applause of her fans. She went straight to her dressing room, grabbed her purse, and walked to the back door. This time, she waited inside, until her limo pulled up outside. Hannah opened the door, and ran out into the waiting limo.
The door opened from the inside, and she slid in, closing the door behind her. Across from her sat her father, Robbie Ray.
“Great show, darling.” He complemented.
“Thanks dad,” she responded. Then she pulled off her blond wig, and shook her brown hair free. They were silent the rest of the ride home, not quite sure how to act while they were alone. When the limo pulled up in front of their ranch outside of Malibu, Miley said goodnight to her father and walked through the house to her room.
Lily wasn’t home because she had gone out for dinner with Oliver, so she had the room to herself. Picking the remote up off her bed, Miley clicked the open button, and the furniture and mirror slid aside to reveal the hidden closet. After tossing the remote back on the bed she walked into her closet, and hung her wig on a mannequin’s head. She kicked off her shoes and placed them on a rack. Then Miley unbuttoned her white designer jeans, and wiggled her hips to cause them to fall off. Underneath, she wore black, thin panties. Miley hung her jeans up in a closet just for pants, and pulled off her loose yellow top. That left her standing in matching bra and panties. She hung the shirt up and exited the closet.
And stopped in her tracks, when she saw Jackson’s “friend” Rico, sitting on her bed. He was reclined against the pillows and tossing something up and down. Miley screamed and grabbed a folded up blanket on the dresser. She pulled it up to her chest, and it unfolded and dropped to the floor, covering her whole body.
“Hiya toots!” Said Rico, grinning lewdly.
Miley stared at him in shock, not believing that he had broken into her room. Well is not really “broken” in if you left the door unlocked, is it?
“Looking for this?” He asked, holding up the remote to the Hannah closet.
It struck her, then. He knows I’m Hannah Montana! A sense of dread settled on her heart.
“H…h…how did you know?” she stammered.
“Doesn’t matter how I know. What matters is this; what would you DO for it not to get out?”
Miley fell silent, having an idea where this was going. Rico swung his feet off the side of the bed, and stood up.
“I see it as you have two options. The first is to tell me to leave. The second is to accept, and become my personal…slave.”
Miley opened her mouth to speak. But Rico lifted a finger, and stopped her before she could talk.
“If you choose the first option, well, I’m sure you’ve seen enough movies. I tell everyone who you are, show them the proof I have, and then you won’t have a private life. The second option might be slightly humiliating, but at least nothing else would change. Think about it. I’ll be back in the morning. And don’t think about going to your father, or Lily, or anyone else with this, or your secret will be out.”
Rico tossed the remote to her, and left her room. She stood there for several minutes not moving, in shock. It took a cool breeze coming through the door to shake her out of it, close the door, and slide into bed. Sleep didn’t come to her, however, and she sat up all night, trying to decide what to do, and how to get around it.

The next morning, Miley woke up groggy. She’d finally fallen asleep around five, and it was now eight. Lily had barged in, waking her up. She left again almost immediately, out again with Oliver. She remembered it then, the choice she’d had to make last night. It was now Saturday morning and Rico said that he would be back. Miley knew that she could never let her secret get out, as her life would practically end the moment it did. She would be hounded by paparazzi every second for the rest of her life, which she wouldn’t be able to bear.
She knew what Rico would make her do, as his slave. And she was nervous. Miley didn’t know whether the little devil child would be into dirtier things than she was, and what he would make her do outside regular, vaginal sex. She was scared.
But somewhere deep down inside, Miley knew that she was excited. For some reason which escaped her, she was wondering and looking forward to what Rico would have her do.
I wonder what his dick will be like, compared to my dad’s and Oliver’s.
Wow.
I can’t believe that it was only yesterday that I first had sex.
And now I’m looking forward to what Rico is going to make me do!
Is my mind really that fucked?
Miley’s chain of thought was halted when there was a tap on her window. She looked to her left, and sure enough, there was Rico. Right on time, of course. She swung her long legs of the bed, grabbing her bathrobe from the floor as she did. Miley had slept in the her black panties from last night, so she slipped the robe on and tied the rope around the front. It was small for her, so it reached down to barely mid-thigh. She knew that eventually she would have to loose it, but for the moment she felt more secure with it on.
Miley walked over to her window, with Rico standing impatiently outside. She unlocked the window with the lever at the top, and then opened it. Miley backed away as Rico climbed through.
“Hiya toots!” He greeted.
“Rico.” She responded, sitting back down on the edge of her bed. Her robe rode up to her crotch, and she unconsciously reached down to pull it down.
“Make your decision?” He asked.
Miley nodded, slowly. She was dreading this moment.
Rico looked at her expectantly, clearly waiting her to voice her choice.
Miley opened her mouth, and then closed it again. This was harder than she expected. She forced herself to reopen her mouth, and let the hateful word slip out.
“Yes.”
The younger boy grinned. “I thought you might have said that. You wouldn’t let a big of a secret as that get out.”
“No,” responded Miley. “I couldn’t.”
Rico grinned again, and reached down to his crotch. He began unbuttoning his jeans, smiling at her lewdly as he did. The button came undone and he zipped the fly down, and then let the pants fall to the ground. Rico stepped out of them, and then pulled off his shirt. With the tight fabric of Rico’s boxers, Miley could easily see the outline of Rico’s cock, already semi-hard. So far, it looked to be a good size. Nothing like her dad’s or Oliver’s, but impressive for a boy several years younger than her.
After Rico had pulled of his shirt he stood there, hands on his hips.
“Well. Loose the clothes, slave, and get over here.”
Miley stood up slowly, untying her bathrobe as she did. The robe fall to the ground, exposing her tan, shapely legs, flat stomach, and round, perky breasts. Miley walked closer to Rico, and knelt in front of him. She reached up, and with her fingers grabbed the elastic of his boxers. Miley pulled them down to his ankles and Rico stepped out of them, and she flung them away, leaving Rico’s cock free to flop around.
Like she’d already noticed, his dick was already semi-hard. At the moment, it looked about five-and-a-half inches long. Miley took his cock in her hand, and slowly moved it back and forth. She felt it stiffen in her palm, and began stroking it faster. Within ten seconds Miley felt it harden to its full length, and removed her hand for a closer look. Rico’s fully engorged cock was about seven inches; large for a boy his age, Miley thought.
She looked up at Rico, who was looking down at her, biting his lower lip.
“Over on the bed, slave.” He said, seeing her looking up at him.
Miley backed up so that her panty-clad ass was sitting on the edge of the bed. Rico pushed her back, hard. She fell back, her shoulders and head hitting the mattress. The fifteen-year old boy took hold of her panties and ripped them off her with all the haste he could summon, throwing them over his back across the room. He looked down at the shaven glory before him, and Miley could practically feel his cock pulsating against the warm skin of her thigh, where it rested.
Rico moved up between her legs, pushing them apart and pulling her knees up to his hips as he did so. Miley wrapped her legs around his waist, and locked her feet together behind his back. Rico took his cock in his hand, and guided it to touch the soft lips of Miley’s pussy.