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Donnas Weekend Part One

Donna's Weekend Part One
By Dan

This is the first of a five part series.

(C) 2009 drpndrp llc No permission to repost on any other site without
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A light rain was falling as she made the final turn onto her street.
Contrary to her normal driving habits, Donna was in no hurry and the
darkening sky and the slick asphalt were not a danger. Her car parked in
the driveway, she trudged toward the mailbox and glanced at the windows,
knowing they would stare blankly in return. Another long night in an empty

"Fucking bills!" she swore as the mailbox yielded its usual handful of
credit card statements. Her mood firmly headed downhill after a long,
boring day at work, Donna headed to the door, her killer heels making the
only happy sound of the evening. The last few steps were her favorite,
where the sharp click of her heels on concrete was replaced by a solid
"boom, boom, boom" as the concrete yielded to the wooden deck.

"Howdy, Neighbor!" boomed out a voice, startling her as she aimed her
key at the lock on the front door. Her neighbor was crossing the street.
She was surprised that she was surprised. Ever since her husband left for
an extended overseas assignment, Brian's visits had become more consistent.
As a matter of fact, the lower cut her blouse was, the quicker he was to
cross the street. Donna had felt a little adventurous when getting ready
that morning, so the combination of a deep v-cut blouse, pencil skirt and
bright red heels had Brian practically scampering across Morris Street.

The rain having stopped for the moment, she had no excuse not to visit.
She stepped over to the edge of the deck, leaving the keys dangling in the

"Hi, there" she chirped, masking the malaise she was feeling. "Been
playing with your pole again today?"

You have to understand. Even though Donna wasn't interested, she knew
how to play the game. The folded flag in Brian's right hand was the spark
to this snappy double-entendre and she played it perfectly.

"J-j-j-ust getting ready to head over to Scouts" he stammered, as his
eyes darted from side to side, trying to keep up with her. But his mind
went blank as she played the trump card and leaned onto the deck rail with
her elbows. His eyes locked firmly on her cleavage and his mind went

"Yeah, headed over to Scouts in a few minutes" Brian finally continued,
his words coming slowly. He couldn't have told you her eye color if you
paid him a million dollars. "Just wondering if you'd want to order any of
the chicken dinners we are selling this weekend. Interested?"

"Interested in legs or breasts?"

The silence was deafening as Brian tried to decide if he was thinking
"breasts" or if he had heard the word.

"Half chickens" he finally answered, the stare-down with Donna's chest
over. Game, set, match.

"Sorry, Brian. With all the kids off at school and Dan out of town, I'm
just not eating much. Got to watch the figure." Donna's attitude was
quickly perking up, as were her nipples, as the witty repartee continued.
"We're planning a trip to Jamaica soon and I've got a bikini that stills
shows a bit too much of me."

One. Two. Three.

Brian's mind finally freed from his mind the image of his MILF neighbor
in a bikini and he could speak again. "Hell, woman, you don't need to lose
no weight."

"Well, I think my clothes have been a bit tight recently. Have you

The marijuana leaf tattoo on Brian's right arm started to twitch, the
crotch of his jeans swelled, and his breath took an audible gasp. Any
answer put him at risk. "Pffffff!" he finally huffed, "I'd be the last to
notice something like that. I've got to get movin'. See you later."

As Brian beat a hasty retreat, Donna watched him do a quick adjustment
on his jeans as he crossed back into his garage. The smile on her face
dimmed as she turned back to the door, the dangling keys a reminder that no
one was there to welcome her home. Microwave dinner. Feed the dog. HGTV.
And this was Friday night...a whole weekend of this could kill her.

Daisies. "What the fuck!" she thought. Her eyes darted around the
living room as she entered the house. "Hello? Is anybody here?"

Closing and locking the door behind her, Donna walked over to the vase
of flowers on the buffet. Anyone else wanting to impress her would have
sent roses, and only Dan knew that the little white-flowered weed was the
way to her heart. When the dog waddled into the room and there was no
answer to her call, she picked up the card and envelope under the vase and
sat down at the table. "How the hell did these get into the house?" she
wondered, "Maybe one of the kids delivered them and just didn't let me know
they were in town. How sweet."

Sweet was the last word on her mind after she opened the card and
started reading.

"I know you. You don't know me. Look at the first page in the envelope
and you'll know why."

Any joy lingering from her encounter on the front deck was gone, and her
fingers had trouble breaking the seal on the manila envelope. Donna liked
being in control, and right now she wasn't.

She pulled out a small bundle of papers and stared at an image of
herself. Naked. On her bed. A large purple dildo stuffed in her pussy. A
look of bliss on her face, her mouth caught in mid-orgasm. "Oh my God!"

It got worse. Copies of text messages she had sent to a friend while
"sexting" along with the photos she had sent of her freshly-shaved pussy.
Screen shots of her breasts from video chats with her husband while he was
traveling. Transcripts of phone calls setting up a "fuck buddy" date.
More photos of her masturbating on the back deck. All real. All recent.

She about jumped out of her skin when her cell phone rang. She hit the
speakerphone button, unable to pry one hand from the sheaf of papers.

"Hello, Donna. Are you enjoying the photos?" The man's voice purred
over the speaker. "I sure have enjoyed the past two weeks with you."

"Who the FUCK is this?" She asked, trying to act tough, but the tremor
in her voice revealed the fear in her question. "How did you get this

"All in good time, my dear," he continued evenly. "What you need to
know now is that I do have it, I am willing to use it, and there is almost
nothing you can do about it. Understand?"

"No, I don't." she whispered, the shock settling in. "What is this all

"Why, it's about making your fantasies come true, my dear, at the same
time making me a rich man, my fantasy. I'm not going to ask you to do
anything you haven't already fantasized about, nothing you haven't already
texted about, talked on the phone about, or imagined as you used your
selection of toys to get yourself off. As a matter of fact, you will be
thanking me for this weekend."

"Right now, I need you to look on the back of the envelope at the web
address there. Go to your computer in the bedroom, enter that address, and
wait for my instructions. As soon as we hang up, your cell phone will go
off the network. If you'll look at the sent messages you'll see that
you've told your husband and kids that you're headed to Dallas for the
weekend with Tina to a Bon Jovi concert. All the passwords to your email
accounts have been changed. I AM connected."

Silence. When the front of her cell phone showed the call had
disconnected, she looked and saw "no service" instead of five bars. She
navigated quickly to her messages and the last sent text message was just
as he described. Her slow walk to the bedroom laptop was a blur as she
tried to take in all that had happened in the last five minutes.

After failing to log in to her e-mail account, she reluctantly typed in
the URL that was written on the back of the envelope. It was just a series
of numbers, not a normal website address, so it took a little while. When
she made the connection (what the hell is a security certificate?) there
was the same photo, her name and address, and thumbnails of all the other
images from the packets. The main picture then flipped like a book in a
page and there was a video...of her this morning! The same blouse, same
heels, her skirt pulled up to her waist as she dipped two fingers into her
wet pussy, getting off before heading to work. Worse than that was the
audio. Her voice. "Fuck me, harder. Oh, god. Put that big black cock in
me." Her eyes closed, head back, making love to the new manager in her
department, one hand working her pussy and the other twisting a nipple
through the blouse.

Mercifully, the video ended, and a large "Click Here to Chat" button
appeared in its place.

"I see you have found that everything I told you is true." the voice
said, a bit tinnier over the internet connection. "You know I can see and
track everything you are doing. Do you believe me now?"

"Yes" she whispered.

"Good. Now for the deal. We are partners for the weekend. The web
site you just saw is real. It is on a secure server, so only people I let
in can get to it. Right now, that's you and me. No one from your country
or other selected countries will be able to log on. I can control that,
you know. If you don't follow my instructions, that will change. Look
down in the right hand corner to the link for New Members."

One click brought up a list of the e-mail addresses of her husband,
family, friends and co-workers. For the first time in a little while, she
was not surprised.

"Now you understand, right? You don't have to answer, you can just nod
because I can see you. Look at the live video feed just under the logo and
you can see too."

Donna did.


End of Story

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