Breaking Nora

by Matt Tims

  Nora’s eyes moved back to the mirror, hesitant and confused. Cut the bottom half of her shirt off? That was a fairly strange request. And she liked how this shirt fit her. It showed just a hint of cleavage without being too tight. It wasn’t easy to find clothes that hugged her body the way this tee did.

  “I’m going to put on a different shirt,” she messaged him again.

  She immediately received a text back. “Cut the shirt you have on.”

  Well, her favorite t-shirt was about to become a crop top. She cut the bottom half of her shirt off and sent Mike a picture of her new look.

  Buzz. “Not even close.”

  Nora sent him a message back. “What’s not close?”

  Buzz. “Cut it higher.”

  Her attention moved back to her reflection. Higher? She only had two or so inches until she reached the white bra that she was wearing. There wasn’t too much more room to work with.

  She cut along her shirt again, accidentally snipping higher than she’d wanted just below her left breast. Great… Now a tiny part of her bra was exposed! So much for this ever being a wearable top.

  She snapped a selfie and sent it off to him. He was going to love this.

  Buzz. “I thought you were a smart girl.”

  She blankly stared at her phone before finally responding. “?”

  Buzz. “1) Get that bra off. 2) Cut it higher. Don’t make me tell you again.”

  She unhooked her bra and cut the shirt even higher, now exposing the curve of both breasts. It was actually a pretty hot look—other than it being extremely inappropriate, that is.

  She took a long gaze at her reflection: little blue jean shorts, her entire stomach now exposed, and the very bottom of her boobs peeking out of her top. She looked good, so why was she nervous? Why did this kid’s opinion matter so much to her? And more importantly, why had she destroyed one of her favorite shirts for him? But her biggest dilemma was why she didn’t have an answer to any of those questions.

  Nora captured her reflection and sent Mike another text.

  She looked down to see another text after her phone vibrated.

  “1) Bring over the sexiest pair of high heels you own. 2) Stop by a gas station and get me a Snickers bar. Take a selfie with the cashier and send it to me too.”

  There was another buzz in her hand before she could think of a response. “You have ten minutes.”

  He didn’t even try to sugarcoat it. He saw her as his personal piece of ass to play with whenever he wanted. This was it. This was her moment to stand her ground. This shithead needed a reality check. How about a thorough verbal lashing to put him in his place? It was time to show this punk that he couldn’t always get his way. Life isn’t a game where you have women fawning over your requests at a drop of a hat.

  Nora began typing away. She was about to show this asshole what the real world was like.

  “On my way.”

  She was hopeless.

  There was no turning him down, or questioning him, or even a hint of a fight. She hustled over to her closet to find her sexiest pair of high heels, and hastily headed downstairs. There was no more denying that she would do whatever Mike wanted.

  Five Minutes Later.

  She pulled into a gas station and observed herself in the rear view mirror for the fiftieth time. How in the world had he talked her into doing this? Actually, now that she really thought about it, he didn’t talk her into anything. He just told her what he wanted and she mindlessly went along with it.

  So, could someone explain why she was so wet? Why were her panties soaked? What was the reasoning for how badly she wanted a dick right now? He was trying to humiliate her. Trying? This was way more than some goofy attempt at embarrassing her. Her hand was actually on the handle and opening her car door! But she wouldn’t get what she wanted if she didn’t do this for him. There was only one guy who could make her see visions when she orgasmed, and in order to experience those highs, she had to sink to new lows.

  Nora took a deep breath before exiting her car and walking into the gas station store.

  Her reflection in the store’s windows made her queasy as she headed for the door. The hint of cleavage poking out from under the white cotton top was bouncing and jiggling with each step. This wasn’t how a lady dressed. It certainly wasn’t how an educated woman acted.

  She slipped inside the store and quickly discovered that her opinion of herself wasn’t unique. The grandma who covered her mouth in horror after glancing in her direction certainly agreed. Or what about the two redneck-looking guys waiting in line to pay for their beer? Their smiles couldn’t possibly be bigger. But the real terror came from a group of middle school boys attempting to take a picture of her. She ducked out of view and headed to the back of the store to avoid them. God, this was mortifying.

  And then a blessing came from above. The grandma was gone, the rednecks paid for their alcohol and left, and the giggling middle schoolers took their slushies outside. It was just her and some high school aged boy behind the counter. She hurried to grab a candy bar, eager to leave before someone else walked in.

  Small pockets of pimples, a lanky frame, and a name tag which said “Doug.” This blond kid couldn’t appear more rattled.

  She sheepishly placed a Snickers bar down on the counter, her eyes avoiding the nervous teen.

  “Hey, is-is-is that-that everything?” he barely managed to spit out while scanning the candy bar. His focus was locked on her rather revealing crop top.

  Could she actually ask this kid for a favor? She had to, right? Mike told her she needed to take a selfie with the cashier, after all.

  “I actually need one more thing,” she said. “Can I take a picture with you?”

  Doug’s cheeks turned bright red. He was beyond nervous. “Umm…su-su-sure.”

  Nora spun around and leaned back over the counter, making sure to get the jumpy teen in the picture with her. Almost an entire inch of her tits were now out thanks to the angle she was positioned at. She still couldn’t believe this was happening.

  She snapped the picture and sent it to Mike before thanking Doug.

  “Yeah, no-no prob-problem,” he said, completely lovestruck.

  Her phone buzzed.

  “Get in your favorite position and send me a pic.”

  Her body tensed up. The embarrassing selfie with this high school boy wasn’t enough? And Mike already knew what her favorite position was after just one time together? Was it that obvious she couldn’t get enough of it? But how in the world could she pull this off?

  There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it—she had a favorite position. The way Mike put her in it right away on Saturday was something that stood out to her as well. If it was up to her, every sexual encounter would result with her being face down and ass up. There was nothing more submissive, degrading, and primal when it came to the bedroom.

  But this wasn’t the bedroom.

  This was a gas station store. This was a public place with the possibility of anyone walking in at any moment. Hell, Mom or Dad could stroll in and see her dressed like this. She needed to piss or get off the pot. The sooner she moved things along, the sooner she would be back in her car and driving over to Mike’s.

  She finally looked Doug in the eyes and remarked, “I actually have to grab one more thing.”

  Nora turned and walked over to a display which was full of different types of candy. She bumped into it, causing the stand to spill all over the floor.

  She quickly turned back to the counter to stop Doug who was already making his way over to help. “I’m such a klutz. It’s fine. I can pick it up.”

  He immediately stopped and stayed behind the counter.

  She retrieved her phone from her pocket before dropping to her knees. Seconds later, her forearms were down on the floor, her back arched, and her ass high in the air—facing the now shaking high schooler. It was the exact position she liked, just in the last place she’d ever expected to be in it.


  With her phone hidden from Doug’s view, she took a selfie of herself down on the floor. She slipped her iPhone to the side and sneakily snapped another picture, this time of the eighteen-year-old ten or so feet behind her who couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His eyes were locked on her ass.

  She slipped her phone back into her pocket and began picking up the boxes of treats, placing them in the display she had moved back to its upright position. After everything was cleaned up, she approached the counter to pay for her candy bar.

  Doug’s eyes were glued on her chest.

  She peered down to notice her left breast was now exposed almost to the nipple, certainly a result of her react actions. She rushed to pull her top down as far as she could. Thank God this was almost over!

  She managed to send the two pictures off to Mike while paying for her Snickers bar. Her phone buzzed before Doug put her dollar into the cash register.

  “Too bad that kid doesn’t have a set of balls. I’d be fucking you on the floor right now, just like the little slut you are.”

  Nora collected her candy bar, now even more wet from what she’d just read. Doug wasn’t muscular, hot, or even cute, but she was loving the idea of him dragging her across the floor by her hair and having his way with her. And maybe a group of college football players would walk into the store and lock the door after seeing what was going on. And when Doug was finally done with her, there would be a line of jocks waiting to fuck her brains out.

  The fantasy of being gangbanged on the floor of a dirty gas station had her walking to the door with a smile. Her sexual bucket list was growing by the day. Would she get around to checking off even ten percent of the deviant acts she found herself masturbating to? Probably not. But a girl can dream, can’t she?

  Her smile swiftly changed to panic.

  Three tall, gorgeous blondes had stopped in their tracks at the sight of her. They couldn’t have been older than eighteen or nineteen, and they were all dressed in designer clothes and carrying expensive purses. The disgusted look on the prettiest girl’s face cut through Nora like a knife. This may as well have been three Kelly’s, and they were silently expressing their repulsion at what they saw.

  They brushed past her while the girl in the middle let out a loud snicker as she glared at Nora. The pretty blonde in the rear of the pack commented“Gross,” which resulted in a giggle from her girlfriends.

  It was middle school all over again. These were the “It Girls,” she was the overweight nerd, and maybe life really never changed. Perhaps the cool kids stayed popular, the outcasts remained losers, and the world kept on spinning.

  She headed for her car and hopped in, feeling worthless and dejected. But all it took was a simple look at her text messages to change her mood. Her mind immediately went to the stud who was waiting for her. She was going to have a big cock all to herself in a matter of minutes. At the end of the day, humiliating herself was worth it.

  Nora knocked on Mike’s front door five minutes later. The driveway was empty but she opted to park in the street anyway. A little voice in the back of her head refused to go away. It was growing dimmer, but it was still there. Maybe it was her Catholic guilt. Maybe she wasn’t able to enjoy herself. Maybe—

  The door opened and she no longer cared how guilty she felt. Black basketball shorts, no shirt, and a face that belonged on a movie screen: God, did she miss him.

  Was it possible that he looked ever sexier than on Saturday? Were those already ripped abs now more defined? Were his arms bigger and more veiny? His hair was thicker, his eyes more captivating, and his teeth whiter. Was her dream guy even hotter, or was this her mind finally giving into what her body had conceded to a long time ago?

  “Hey,” she smiled.

  Mike silently stepped to the side to allow her to enter, before closing the door behind her.

  She followed him into the family room where he plopped down on the couch and turned his attention to the sports highlights playing on the TV. Her purse found a place on the recliner as she waited for him to say something.

  “So, what’s going on?” she asked.

  He turned to her, almost appearing annoyed by her question. “Are your heels in the bag?”

  She glanced down at the white bag she was holding and nodded, before retrieving his candy bar and tossing it to him.

  Mike tore open the wrapper and took a bite of his snack. “Go put your heels on. Shirt off too.”

  “Do—”

  “Let’s go,” he firmly interrupted. “Now.”

  She hurried to the bathroom to get changed. Her mind gave it one last shot as she soaked in her reflection in the mirror just moments later. She was topless, in a pair of little jean shorts, and noticeably taller thanks to the six inch pair of stiletto heels she was struggling to maintain her balance in. She hadn’t even received a greeting after he’d answered the door. It was like her presence inconvenienced him. So why was she so desperate to make him happy? Why did a guy who obviously couldn’t care less about her, cause her to give everything she had to please him? She hated wearing heels; yet here she was, on the verge of falling and cracking her head open.

  Nora took one last deep gaze at herself, unable to read her true feelings in the mirror.

  She strutted back into the family room and was immediately greeted by a few changes. First, the coffee table that Mike was previously resting his feet on, was now off to the side. Second, in its place, was a pillow. She could put two and two together.

  She moved in front of the stud on the couch and dropped down. Unlike their last encounter, this one was significantly easier on her knees. Maybe he wasn’t the rough and tumble guy she thought he was?

  Her hands wasted little time in pulling down his shorts and boxers, and her mouth moved even quicker in taking his flaccid cock between her lips. She was topless and in high heels, and he wasn’t hard yet. That was about to change.

  It didn’t take long before she was bobbing on his towering erection. The sense of domination from Saturday was missing though. He wasn’t forcing himself down her throat, there weren’t any words being exchanged at all, and his attention was on the television behind her. Where was the cocky jock from the weekend? Was that a one-time thing? Did she just so happen to catch him on the right day? This was fun, but it wasn’t what she wanted. Or was it? Maybe a respectful guy who just wanted to mess around could be enjoyable. Being dominated didn’t have to be a necessity. This was more like a night with Brad.

  “What do you think of Kelly?”

  Her mouth left his cock and her hands gingerly took its place, stroking her spit into his steel-hard shaft. Just hearing that girl’s name made her uneasy. “What?”

  “What do you think of Kelly?” Mike repeated.

  “Who’s Kelly?” she asked.

  He grinned down at her, chuckling with disbelief. “Really? You’re going to play dumb with me?”

  “I—”

  “I know you looked at my phone the other day,” he interrupted. “When I left the room.”

  Of course he was going to figure out what she’d done. How stupid was she? Mike wasn’t some oblivious little kid. He was a smart, sharp, witty guy. He may have even been more intelligent than herself.

  “I had an already read message from my girlfriend when I checked my phone, and her Instagram account was up,” he said.

  She hadn’t even closed the Instagram app! God, she was an idiot!

  “She’s—”

  “Pretty, isn’t she?” he cut her off. “Well, stunning might be a better adjective. You want to know the hardest I’ve ever laughed in my life? Kelly and I were walking down the sidewalk in the village last year. She’s wearing this sexy white dress and white heels because we were meeting her parents for dinner. We pass one of those restaurants that have tables outside, when my attention locks on this older guy—maybe in his fifties—and he’s raising a fork with salad on it to his mouth. He takes a bite; when suddenly, he catches a glimpse of my girlfriend. His eyes track her
walking by and the food literally fell out of his mouth. I’m not exaggerating either. His mouth actually dropped. I started paying attention more closely after that, and it became a common occurrence. She’ll enter a noisy room and it will instantly grow silent. She’ll walk down the street and heads will turn. She has no idea how often she gets hit on. She’ll tell me people are just being nice to her, but that isn’t the truth. You want to know why she gets so much attention?”

  Nora’s hands instinctively stroked his wet erection at a slow pace, her eyes gazing up at the hunk talking to her. She shook her head no.

  “Because she’s breathtaking,” he told her. “How often do you see a five-foot-eight, blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl walk past you? And when you do, how many times do they look like her? She has a body that every girl would kill for. She’s tall, skinny, and her face makes everyone she comes across completely fall apart. My dad turned into a stuttering mess the first time I brought her home for dinner. My old man is the most confident person I know, and that was the first time I’d ever seen him rattled in my life. She has eighty thousand followers on Instagram. She doesn’t post provocative pictures either. Shit, half her photos are with me. So, why are all these people following her?”

  “Well, she’s pretty,” Nora meekly answered.

  “It’s more than that,” he said. “Women want to be her, and men want to be with her. Now, when I look at you, I see a sexy girl, but, Nora, you’re not one of those women.”

  Her heart stopped beating. “What?”

  “You aren’t one of those women,” Mike casually repeated. “Your dad wishes he had Kelly as his daughter instead of you, your ex would rather date my girlfriend, and she’ll get every advantage in life you don’t. Nora, you can’t fight beauty.”

  Her soft hands tightened around his cock. How dare he say that to her! Dad loved her! He wouldn’t trade her for anything! It was time to unload on this jerk.

  Mike continued before she could add her two cents. “But she isn’t easy to deal with. Now, most guys don’t know this because they’ve never had a chance to date a girl like Kelly, but high-status women are a different breed. You see, Kelly is a daddy’s girl. Her father is rich, and he spoils her rotten. She’s spent the past eighteen years of her life having everything handed to her. My girlfriend has never, and will never work a day in her life. What do you think is going to happen after college? She’s going to find herself some rich guy, he’s going to marry her and buy her everything she wants, and she’ll eventually die someday without knowing what it’s like to receive an actual paycheck. Because girls like Kelly don’t work. They don’t have to.”