After pulling into her parking spot, she stared up at the red brick building, her nerves spinning crazy figure-eights in the pit of her stomach. Damien didn’t text her back after she acknowledged what he told her to do, which made her even more nervous. Something had happened; she just knew it. What, however, she had no clue.
Slipping out of her vehicle and into the Florida humidity, she locked her car and slung her purse over her shoulder. He had told her to go straight to his apartment, so that’s what she did, each step feeling like her sandals were bricks weighing her down. By the time she knocked on Damien’s door, she wanted to throw up again.
However, Damien wasn’t the one who answered the door. Holly did.
Valerie stared at the redhead who stood on the other side of the doorway, raking Valerie with a disgusted look. That look told Valerie everything she needed to know about what awaited her. Damien had finally come clean with everyth
She had been punished by Damien and Nick, both in that very apartment and in her office, but the threat of Holly spanking her had Valerie truly afraid. So much so, that she felt her body tremble at the thought. Still, not wanting to anger Holly further, Valerie turned toward Damien, walking to where he sat at the kitchen table, and did as she was told. He simply sat there, watching as she walked over to him, the air conditioning caressing her naked flesh. She wished she knew what he was thinking, whether he was in agreement with what was happening right then or against it. When she finally reached him, she took a deep breath. “May I have your belt, sir?” Her pussy burned at the shame of asking him for the item, knowing it was his girlfriend who would be using it on her. He leaned back and slid the leather belt from around his waist, keeping his gaze locked to hers as he handed it over. No smile. No apology for what was happening to her. Nothing. He simply han
Valerie stared at the redhead, the woman’s smug smile plastered on her face. “What did you just say?” There’s no way Valerie could have heard what she thought she heard. There was simply no way this whole adventure had been some sort of a set up. No. She would have known. Wouldn’t she? “Damien told you what he was doing to me?”Holly shrugged, her lips twisted in some sort of lopsided smirk. “We actually had a bet, if you really want to know,” she said, shifting slightly in her seat as she stared up at the still nude Valerie. “It was right after we first met you, even before we met up on the roof the day you moved into your apartment. I had made a comment to Damien about how uptight you seemed, and he scoffed at my assessment. Basically, he said you just needed the right push and he could get you to do whatever he said. And that, my traitorous bitch, became our bet.”Valerie couldn’t believe her ea
Once she surrendered to their desires, giving herself to the other two for whatever they wanted, the three of them sat around talking about what the future would hold for Valerie and what they expected from her. Of course, they had refused to allow her to get dressed again. She also wasn’t allowed to sit on the furniture, being made to sit on the floor with her legs open, her pussy exposed. Valerie had felt the ripple of perverse desire ripple through her as she caught both of them casting quick glances at her exposed slit, making her constantly wet. She couldn’t believe how much of an attention whore she had turned out to be. She loved their eyes on her, loved that she was naked in front of them, legs spread. She loved others’ looking at her, as well. Loved it when Scott couldn’t take his eyes off her and how Nick raked her with his hungry gaze every time he saw her. Even the neighbor kid, Dean, looked at her as if he wanted to bend her over and fuck her rig
She groaned as she reached for her phone, not in the mood to deal with her ex-husband. “What do you want?” she asked into the phone as she plopped her head back on the pillows. “Do you even know what time it is?” “That’s one hell of a greeting,” he said, disappointment filling his voice. She did not, however, feel guilty. He needed to get it through his head that they were over. “I was simply calling to check on you. That’s all.” “At eleven o’clock at night?” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to simmer down her annoyance. “And I don’t need you checking up on me. I’m fine. I’m a big girl. I’m quite capable of taking care of myself, I assure you.” “That doesn’t mean I can’t call once in a while and see how you’re doing, does it?” he asked, sounding more like the jilted schoolboy than the prick of a man she walked out on. “We were married for eight years. I kind of got used to taking care of you.” A burst of laughter exploded from her li
Valerie Tanner stepped into the shower, the hot spray beating down on her sore flesh. It had been one hell of a month, but one she would not change. Once she accepted her role in Damien Pressman’s life, he and his girlfriend, Holly Caraway, had made full use of her as their sex toy. Dipping her head under the stream of water, Valerie allowed it to beat down on her head, cascading down her short, dark hair as she braced herself on the tile wall with her palms, her eyes closed. Her pussy throbbed from where Damien had taken her with the largest dildo she ever saw, splitting her open before him as he pounded into her on the rooftop of their apartment building. She had been down on her knees, eating Holly’s pussy, the woman gripping her head and grinding her slick slit against Valerie’s face. That had been a recurring event over the past month, them taking her and using her on the roof, so the neighbors could hear her cries of pleasure. Or, sometimes, her torment. Of course, the
After downing two cups of coffee and skipping the bagel this morning, Valerie hopped in her car and headed to the university feeling pretty damn good about the direction her life was heading. It was twisted, but she couldn’t deny the way it turned her on. She wished she knew what it was that made her feel so fucking hot whenever she was around Damien? What was it inside of her that made her enjoy such depravity? Just a couple of months ago she had been what she would call a normal woman, living a normal life. She had never exposed herself to others so casually, never had sex so flippantly and easily, and never dreamed of doing the sort of things she permitted Damien and Nick, not to mention Holly, to do to her. And to add fuel to the sexual fire burning within her, last night, she agreed to allow any number of Damien’s friends to have their fun with her Thursday night at his poker game. Not for the first time, Valerie wondered if she was losing her ever-loving mind, especially knowi
Valerie walked into the apartment building, making sure the door was closed tightly behind her, and then stripped as she was ordered to do whenever she was inside the building. It was one of the first rules Damien gave her once she discovered that Holly had known all along he was using her for his own sex games, that they had actually had a bet about it all, a bet Damien had won, proving that Valerie was eager to be a depraved slut for him. Sighing, she draped her clothes over her briefcase and continued, naked, up the stairs to her apartment. She still couldn’t believe how easily she had succumbed to Damien’s machinations to get her to bend to his will, serving him and Nick in all of their debauchery. What started out as a point she needed to prove turned into something she discovered she craved. She had never been hornier than when they were making her do things, using her like a dirty slut for their perverted pleasure. She didn’t care how they humiliated her or us
Once Holly made it home, she appeared at Valerie’s apartment, informing her that they were all going out for the night, and that she was there to help Valerie get ready. “Nick will be joining us, as well as one of Damien’s other friends, Alan Rogers. They’re meeting us here in about thirty minutes.” As she spoke she moved through the house toward Valerie’s bedroom.Valerie stood and followed the redhead. “Where are we going?” This was a new twist. They had never asked her to go anywhere with them before, which somehow made Valerie a little nervous, especially with Nick tagging along.“There’s a small bar in the next town over,” Holly told her as she walked over to the closet and pulled out a flimsy, button-down white shirt and a pair of jeans. “Put these on.” She tossed them onto the bed before walking over to the dresser and rummaging through for a pair of thongs.Valerie stood there,
“Move here?” She felt her brows furrow, felt confusion fog her mind. “I don’t understand. Why would we move here? This is far away from the college, your other properties, our friends, even.” He nodded as he gestured for her to move towards the house. “Yup. It is. That’s the entire point. It’s a fresh start.” She stared at him for another moment, trying to piece together everything he said, but still coming up empty. After another moment of him waiting for her to move, she turned and headed towards the massive house, running her gaze over the exterior as she did. He actually wanted them to move there. “But what about my job? I just started it a couple of weeks ago. I can’t just quit.” He shrugged as he stepped beside her, reaching out and taking her hand. “Sure you can. People do it all the time. We’ll just say it wasn’t the right fit. I want you to come work for me. Then I can truly control you all day, every day. Imagine what I can make you do in my office.” “Work for you?” Norma
She woke the next morning to the sun peeking through the windows. She blinked a few times, covering her eyes as she squinted at the light, wondering why the sun was waking her up? It was Tuesday, a school day. She should have already been out the door and on her way. Usually, when she woke up, darkness still blanketed the sky. Closing her eyes once more, she laid there, thinking back to how Damien made her masturbate in the middle of the living room while he recorded it. As she played with herself, he forced her to tell him every dirty detail that happened with Walt, and it wasn’t long before she brought herself to an orgasm. As she laid there thinking about it, she grew horny once more and thought a nice morning romp with her master would be just the thing to start her day. Rolling over, however, she noticed Damien wasn’t in bed with her, which caused her to shove herself into a sitting position as she looked towards the bathroom. Panic caused her heart to hammer in her chest. It was
“Go sit in the middle of that couch and spread your legs.” Valerie pushed herself to her feet and then crossed the room, feeling extremely exposed in the old man’s apartment. She did as he told her, though, sitting on the couch, leaning back, and spreading her legs so he had a perfect view of her drenched slit. The fact that she was already so soaked shamed her even more. He watched her as she did it, and only when she settled back on the couch did he shove himself out of his chair and move towards her. As he drew closer, she kept her gaze fixed on him, her breathing growing more rapid with each step he took. “I want it wider.” He motioned at her as he spoke. “Pull your legs up closer to your body, your knees near those fat tits of yours.” She did as he instructed, and he nodded. “Now, spread your legs as wide as you can.” It was uncomfortable, and she had to slide to the edge of the couch to do it, but soon she had spread herself out completely for him, exposing her slick slit f
Valerie entered the door, following Walt inside, and closed it behind her. He didn’t even look over his shoulder, but walked as if he expected her to be right behind him. And she was, because that’s what Damien, her master, told her to do. As they walked, she studied him, taking better inventory of the man who was about to… She sighed. Who was about to do whatever he wanted to her. Walt possessed mussed up gray hair that probably hadn’t had a brush run through it in weeks, if he even brushed it at all. And by the looks of it, he rarely washed it. He was a thin man, but still had a slightly muscular build under his baggy clothes and walked with a slight stoop of his shoulders, almost as if he bent in two. He possessed a scraggly beard which covered his chin and cheeks in splotches, never fully covering any true patch of his face, and he mumbled to himself as he walked. She doubted he talked to her. Entering his house, she wasn’t sure what she expected, but it wasn’t what she saw. If s
Valerie returned to class, nervous because she had several of the boys who had huddled around Dean at lunch in her next couple of sessions. They would have seen her being fucked and sucking Dean’s and Jared’s cocks. They would have seen her naked and begging to be used like a dirty little slut. Shame burned her cheeks, but as always, her cunt throbbed as her wetness dripped from her hungry folds. The contradiction always confused her, but she knew it was what made her who she was, and she craved that part of her. There had been smirks and sultry looks, even from some of the young women in her classes, and she wondered how many people Dean had shown the pictures and videos to that so many people seemed to know the type of woman she was. She worried that by the time Damien talked to Dean, the entire school would know as well, and her honey dripped as being known as the college tramp. She fumbled through her lessons, wanting to hurry through them and get the hell off campus and the look
Valerie walked into the cafeteria, pausing long enough to glance around. Her morning classes went well and without event. After the morning she had had, she was grateful for the reprieve. It should not have surprised her that Dean finally had to brag to one of his buddies that had fucked one of his professors. If she were honest with herself, she had to admit that it surprised her that it took as long as it did. And, while it scared her that someone else knew about her and her eagerness to be used, it also excited her, keeping her wet all morning long.However, the moment she walked into the college’s cafeteria, all of that was forgotten when she saw Jared and Dean in the middle of a cluster of college boys. Panic gripped her as she saw Dean holding his phone, pointing to it, and everyone’s attention glued to whatever he showed them. With the way they acted, and Jared nodding with a shit eating grin on his face, there was no doubt in her mind what Dean showed them. Shame burned her ch
With a deep breath, Valerie lowered herself to her knees, keeping her gaze fixed on Jared as she did. She reached out, gripping his cock once she knelt in front of him and stroked his meaty rod. When she finally dropped her gaze to his hardness, she couldn’t believe how thick and long it was. Definitely longer than Dean’s, if not as thick. Close, but not quite there. Still, it would fill her sex perfectly, she knew, and there was no way he would get her naked and not fuck her. At least, that was her hope. She cut a quick glance over at Dean, but he remained where he was in her chair, apparently quite content watching the scene in front of him. That alone added to her excitement, making her cunt throb. One student watched her as she sucked off another one. God, her life had become so twisted. Turning back to Jared’s cock, she lapped at the pre-cum pooled at the tip before leaning forward and taking him in her mouth. His moan filled her ears, and she felt his hand on the top of her hea
Valerie couldn’t believe what she saw. Dean sat in her desk chair, which wasn’t all that unusual, but sitting on the front corner of her desk was Jared Dalton, another of her students.After a brief pause, which she prayed didn’t make her look like an idiot, Valerie continued to her desk. “Please get out of my chair, Dean. Good morning, Jared. Students usually wait in the outer office if they have an appointment with me. Although, I don’t recall you asking to see me today.” She did her best to ignore Dean, who still had not left her chair.“Oh, he’s here with me.” He pointed to her neck, one brow cocked. “Nice piece of jewelry. Don’t think I’ve seen you wear it before.”She ran a finger over her choker, remembering the moment Damien had clasped it around her neck. “It was given to me this weekend.” She stood straighter, dropping her arm as she took a deep breath. “Now, why are the two of you here?”Dean nodded as he stretched his legs out, crossing his ankles, rather than getting out
Valerie stood in the middle of her new living room, taking in the mixture of belongings. The weekend had been a mixture of hauling her possessions up to Damien’s apartment—now their apartment—and her being used by him in as many ways as he could dream up. And Valerie loved every minute of it. She still could not believe the events of the weekend, however. Damien had asked for her submission, placing a gorgeous choker around her neck to serve as her collar, and then told her he wanted her to move in with him, even giving her free rein to decorate the apartment any way she desired. She was to make it hers. Theirs. And then she was to remain naked the entire time she was in the apartment building. Damien had even placed a shelf and basket down by the front door to the apartments to assist her in stripping as soon as she entered the building. She would place her briefcase and purse on the shelf, strip out of her clothes, placing the items in a small basket, and then take everything up t