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 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
“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
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
“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
Valerie Tanner tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her ear as she stared up at the apartment building. He really expects me to live here? The whole thing could collapse at any moment. The structure held an ancient air to it, as if someone had forgotten it needed demolished decades ago. The red brick building held a rusty fire escape on the east side, which seemed to be barely hanging on, and it appeared as if no one had washed several of the windows since they first erected the building, probably in the 1800s by the style of it. Time had stained the concrete steps leading up to the front door with mildew and cigarette butts, and what landscape existed around the building seemed withered or completely dead. The entire framework seemed depressing, too depressing for a new start to her life.She glanced over at her brother, Jake, forcing a smile onto her face. “Seems cozy.”He stared at the building for a moment longer before turning to her and ma
Valerie stood there staring at Damien Pressman, taking in his broad shoulders, powerful-looking chest, the shape of which she could see through his tight T-shirt. He smiled over at her, his smile sparkling almost as much as his eyes. Her pussy dripped as she smiled back at him, slowly pulling her hand from his, and she had to swallow the dryness in her throat before she could return his greeting. “I want to thank you for renting me the apartment,” she said. “I appreciate it.”Damien waved off her statement, “Don’t mention it. Anything I can do to help out Jake and his baby sister. Besides, it was just sitting there empty. The last tenants moved out a couple of months ago. I’d rather see it go to someone who could use it.” He stepped back a little, closing the door behind them. “Come on into the kitchen, and I’ll introduce you to Holly.”“Great,” Valerie said, the name of his girlfriend bringi
By the time her brother returned, Valerie had managed to set up her bathroom and put all her clothes away. She even squeezed in a quick shower, letting the scalding water pummel the tension out of her neck and shoulders, and changed into a soft lavender sundress for the party. As she gave herself a once over in the dresser mirror, she felt good about the way she looked. Her dark hair framed her oval face perfectly, accenting her dark green eyes, and the outfit she wore pushed her breasts upward a little so that her cleavage tempted to hidden treasures worth plundering. The dress also hugged her hips and cupped her round ass in a way that would draw men’s eyes. And tonight, she wanted to draw attention to herself just to prove she still could. She felt better about the direction she was taking with her life and determined to make the most of this new chapter. Brent’s misogynistic mindset would no longer influence her behavior. She was the queen of her life, the navigator