Slave for a Day 3

The doorbell rang, and Jen answered it, wearing her bathrobe. Tara turned to wave goodbye to her parents, but they were already driving away, and didn’t even see the gesture. Tara’s face fell a little at having been so quickly dismissed, but she brightened quickly when she turned to see her friend in the doorway, smiling back at her.

“Is everything okay at home?” Jen asked her friend, once all the pleasantries had been exchanged.

“Mostly okay, why do you ask?” Tara replied. They went into the living room and sat on the couch, facing each other to talk.

“Just the look you had on your face when they drove off. IS everything okay? You can tell me if you want. I’ll listen.”

“Ah, it’s just the same old stuff, they won’t let me grow up!” she gushed out. “I want to go to an all night party after the Prom, and they won’t let me. My father told me that I was a slut, just like my mother, and I’m not old enough to do any of that yet. Can you believe he said that to me? Right in front of Mom, too, and she didn’t do ANYTHING about it.”

“Are they right?” Jen asked. “Would you let some guy do all the nasty things to you?”

“Hell yeah I would!” Tara laughed. “You would too, Jen, don’t deny it!”

“I won’t even try to deny it.” Jen smiled. “Hell yeah, I would slut it up more than you ever dreamed to dare, girl!

“As if!” Tara laughed. “You, a bigger slut than me? That’ll be the day!”

“I already am.” Jen said smugly. “I’ve given half a dozen blow jobs already. I don’t even have my cherry anymore!”

“Liar!” Tara exclaimed, giggling. “That is such an easy lie to prove, and you know it. Should I go get a carrot?”

“Get it.” Jen said confidently. She opened her robe, and she was naked under it. “I’ll take the whole thing, no problem.”

“I don’t believe you.” Tara whispered. “Who was it?”

“That part is a secret.” Jen told her. “All the rest of it’s true, tho. I even swallow. Every time.”

“You are such a LIAR!” Tara laughed, her eyes growing wide. “Shut up!”

“It’s true.” Jen smiled. “I told you I’m a bigger slut.”

“I don’t care if you have done it already; I’m a bigger slut than you are!” Tara said. “Just give me a chance to prove it, and I’ll do everything you did, and more!”

“I’ll give you the chance to prove it.” Mark said, stepping into the room with them. “Come on upstairs with me, and I’ll let you prove it right now.”

“Wait, what? Mark?” Tara said, startled.

He came into the room and took Tara by the hand, pulling her to her feet. She was utterly startled to the core and followed him dazedly as he led her across the room.

“Wait, where are we going?” she asked, balking at the foot of the stairs.

“Are you a slut?” he asked her. “You said you wanted a chance to prove you’re a bigger slut than my sister. She told me everything she did, and I want to see if you’ll really do everything she did, plus more.” He grinned lewdly at her. “I must admit I’m looking forward to the “more” part of it. Yum!”

“No, wait, I didn’t mean…” she stammered. “Right now?”

“Unless you want to tell Jen she’s the bigger slut, and admit that you lose.” he smiled. “ Guess your father was right about you.” That did it.

She took his hand and pulled him upstairs. “Tell me everything she did.” Tara commanded. “I’ll do it better, guaranteed.”

“I can do better than tell you about it.” he grinned, leading her to his father’s room. The camera was still in there.

He took it over to a laptop on the desk and plugged the SD card into it. “We took pictures. You want to be a bigger slut? Give me a better spread than my sister did, and you can win.”

“What do I win?” she asked, curious.

“Me. You get to be my girlfriend forever if you win.” he told her, looking at her face carefully. She really was at least as beautiful as his sister, and her chest did look to be a little bigger. “Would you want that?” he asked.

She looked deep into his eyes before smiling up at him. “Yes, I think I would.”

The icon showed up, showing the pictures were ready to be viewed, and she clicked it open. “Let’s see what I’m going to have to do to win…” she muttered to herself.

The first one, of Jen on the stairs caught Tara’s eye. “Uh oh, I might be in trouble here. I didn’t realize how much of a slut you really are, Jen. I think I might have some work to do…”

“Really?” Jen said. “I… wow, look at that. I can hardly believe that’s me…”

Tara was flipping through all the photos of her on the bed, slowly revealing herself and bits of her body. But it was the look Jen saw on her own face in the pictures that really shook her. She hadn’t realized just how much she had enjoyed teasing the camera until she saw it for herself. She could also see how she could make it better next time.

“Oh, here we go.” Tara said, seeing the first picture with Mark’s cock in it. “Whoa, that’s big… and you did the whole thing? Wow, well, if you can, I can, I guess.” She glanced at Mark, her eyes dropping to his groin, and she blushed.

Mark saved the pictures to it’s own file, then wiped the SD card clean. He put it back in the camera, and gestured toward the bed.

“Any time you’re ready, my dear.” he smiled at Tara. She met his gaze firmly and smiled back, then walked toward the bed all on her own. Mark raised the camera, so she began.

She was standing in front of the bed, smiling sexily at him, then began unbuttoning her dark blue blouse, starting at the bottom and untucking the tails.

“Good, leave it like that for a moment.” he said, stopping her from unfastening the top two buttons. “Turn around a bit and show me your ass… yeah, naughty girl, spank it once! Good, now undo the button, good, pull them open… ohh, I see your panties, little slut, yeah, that’s right, push them slacks right down off your ass… good girl. Step out of them, that’s right… now turn towards me and sit on the edge of the bed… yes, turn, and legs open wide… wider… good girl, lean back now, legs still open… yes, the rest of the shirt, open like that. Pull your legs up to your chest for me, yes, tilt your hips up, a little more, good!”

Mark held the camera out behind him, so Jen took it out of his hand.