Of course she can't

Betsie looked anywhere except for at Tom, she was too ashamed. She knew her face was beet red but at the same time knew her face wasn't what Tom was looking at; it was at her fingers as they pinched her nipples. "Why were you naked yesterday?"

"What?" The question caught Betsie off guard.

"Why were you naked yesterday?" Tom repeated.

"'Cos my Mum told me." She didn't sound certain. Betsie tried to remember why she had left the house naked yesterday; a lot had happened since.

"What? So she told you to go outside naked?" Tom was confused.

"No." Betsie was also confused. She racked her brain to try and remember what had happened. "I was going, she told me, I said." Then it hit her that it was none of Tom's business. "Anyway it's none of your business what happened." Diplomacy was not a strength of Betsie; antagonising a person that has complete control over you is never a good idea.

Tom was understandably put out. "Do as you're told and tell me what happened." He didn't know whether it would work but decided to give it a go.

Betsie immediately retold the tale. "I was on the way out the house when my Mum said 'Now do as you're told and take off those slutty clothes!' I kept walking while stripping until I was completely naked but by the time I had removed all the slutty clothes I was outside."

"Awesome." Tom seemed awestruck by the tale. "Now do as you're told and take off those slutty clothes!" parroted Tom with a huge smile on his face. Betsie didn't move. "Eh?" said a confused Tom.

Betsie was surprised when her body didn't respond to the order. She wondered why this order did nothing. A smile appeared on Betsie's face. He had said 'slutty' clothes and Betsie wasn't wearing slutty clothes. "Oh well! Looks like you're losing your touch loser!" Antagonising a person that has complete control over you is NEVER a good idea.

"Do as you're told and take off your clothes!" Tom shouted with frustration. He didn't like it when people mocked him. This time Betsie's body responded. She peeled her T-Shirt off and dropped it on the floor. The smile returned to Tom's face as he watched with rapt attention. Betsie reached round to unclasp her bra. "Why didn't it work the first time?" Tom asked. Betsie didn't say anything as her bra joined her T-shirt on the floor. "Do as ... "

"Because you said slutty," Betsie blurted out. She took a deep breath as she undid the button on her jeans. "You told me to take off my slutty clothes but I wasn't wearing any. Jeans and a T-Shirt is not slutwear." Betsie kicked off her trainers and slid her jeans down her legs.

"Still you didn't have to be mean about it." Tom couldn't decide what he wanted to stare at most; Betsie's hanging tits or her panties. Her jeans were now in a heap on the floor. She lifted her right foot to remove her sock." I think you should be punished for calling me a loser." Betsie switched feet. Now Betsie had one item of clothing left. Her hands touched the waistband of her panties. All thoughts of punishment left Tom's head as Betsie began to lower her underwear. He wasn't sure whether he was dreaming but if he was Tom wished he would never wake. "Oh. My. God." Tom whispered as Betsie lowered her panties.

Betsie had never been so embarrassed in her life. The second she was naked Betsie put and arm across her breasts and a hand over her crotch. Tom could only stare. Even the way Betsie was trying to cover herself made his vision seem more erotic. "Please Tom," begged Betsie, "You've had your fun. Please let me go."

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Tom was too engrossed by the naked vision before him to hear the words Betsie was saying. "You're beautiful," said Tom as he struggled to control himself. He had a million things running through his head, remembering to breathe didn't seem to be one of them. "Can I, can I touch your boobs please?" Tom almost seemed embarrassed with the request.

"Tom please."

"But they're so beautiful."

"No Tom."

"Just a quick feel." Tom seemed to forget that he could order Betsie to do anything. Instead he acted like a virgin on a first date.

Betsie brain was working overtime. She knew she couldn't stop Tom from touching her yet she didn't want him to touch her at all. Betsie decided if she took control of the situation in a gentle manner she might get away with most of her dignity in tact. "Close your eyes," Betsie said softly.

"What?" said a surprised Tom.

"Close your eyes." Tom did as instructed. Betsie was very tempted to swing a right hook and knock Tom out cold. However she didn't want to risk failing and Tom getting ****. 'Even if you knock him out,' Betsie's brain told her, 'the next time he sees you he'll just order you naked, even if it's in the middle of the street.' Betsie realised her brain was right for once. Taking Tom's hands, Betsie slowly raised them to her chest. She could feel his hands freeze when they made contact with her bare flesh. Tom's eyes instinctively flew open. In a flash Betsie covered them with her own hand. "Keep your eyes closed." Betsie removed her hand and saw that his eyes were still closed.

Slowly Tom began to squeeze Betsie's boobs. He done it gradually as if he expected to get a slap at any point. When none came he began to explore more and more of Betsie's breasts. "Awesome," Tom gasped, still not truly believing what was happening in his own bedroom.

Betsie's mind was working a million miles per hour to get out of the situation with the minimum collateral damage as possible. She thought back to something Tia had once told her. Tia needed help with some history coursework and by help she wanted someone to do it for her. The best person for the job was also the fattest. He agreed to help Tia but wanted something in return. Tia was aware of her reputation as a slut and guessed what that something was. However Tia was good at getting what she wanted. In the end he had done her coursework for a mere hand job. Tia had bragged that she had managed to make the fat fucker hold his own pathetic dick while she moved his hands up and down. Essentially Tia had made the kid wank himself off. Betsie wondered if she could do the same thing.

With Tom's hands still on her tits, Betsie leaned forward and slowly unzipped Tom's jeans. She could feel his body stiffen, Betsie could feel his grip on her breasts tighten. "Just keep your eyes closed," Betsie cooed softly. Tom relaxed again. "Just lean backwards," Betsie gently instructed, placing her hand on his chest and giving the slightest of pushes. Tom leaned back on his bed as his hands continued to fondle Betsie's breasts. "There, there," said Betsie as she eased his jeans and boxers down. Betsie noticed Tom seemed to be putting in more effort to keep his eyes tight shut. 'Good' she thought. Looking down she could see Tom's penis starting to come to life. It was a good job Tom's eyes were closed or her would have seen Betsie's look of disgust that she made no attempt to hide. Knowing what needed to be done, Betsie took one of Tom's hands from her breasts and wrapped it around his cock. With one hand she moved Tom's right hand around her tit, with the other hand Betsie moved his left hand up and down his own cock. "Keep your eyes closed," repeated Betsie as if it was some kind of mantra. Tom began to moan. 'This isn't going to take long,' thought Betsie as a cruel smile made its way onto her face. For the first time today Betsie felt in control.

Tom didn't know what was going on, all he knew was it felt awesome. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined his hot neighbour would be naked in his room. He didn't want to open his eyes in case the sensation went away. He couldn't believe he was actually playing with her gorgeous breast. He couldn't believe she was getting him off. He could believe this was real. Any moment he expected his alarm to go off. However Tom could feel the pressure in his balls rise, he knew he couldn't last much longer. He wanted to last as long as possible, to draw this feeling of pleasure out for as long as possible. But it was no good. With a loud cry Tom erupted like a volcano.

"YYYYEEEEESSSSSS!!!!!"

Betsie stood back and watched the spectacle. She gave it a wide berth in case any of Tom's juices went anywhere near her. Even though she was abhorred by what was happening in front of her, Betsie was impressed by how much spunk Tom was making. It seemed to cover most of his shirt. "Tom, I'm going back home now," Betsie said softly.

"Wait," said Tom weakly. Betsie ignored him and started to get dressed. Tom opened his eyes. "Wait," said to with more urgency this time. He was still holding on to his dick. "What about your punishment for being mean to me?"

"What?!" Betsie froze in place.

Just then Betsie's phone sounded.