Looks like Dean is about to get his way with her. It could only get more interesting from here.
As she pulled her dress up to her waist, she glanced at her office door, fear clenching her stomach. “Dean, we shouldn’t be doing this here. You didn’t lock the door. What if someone comes in?” She moved the fabric slowly up her legs, hoping he would relent and tell her to stop. “Then they see my teacher exposing her ass to a student,” he smirked. “I’ll be rescued in their eyes, as they’ll see me as the assaulted one.” “Please, Dean, this isn’t right. We could get caught. What good would that do either of us?” He chuckled. “I’ll tell you what, if you haven’t had sex in this office with anyone, we’ll stop things for now. However, if you’ve fucked or sucked someone off in here, then get that damn dress off and show me that body.” She groaned, knowing full well if she lied to Dean, he would merely go to Damien and ask for confirmation, and then she would be in even worse trouble. With a sigh of resignation, she finished taking her dress off, placing it on her desk and out of the way.
By the time the day ended, Valerie was more than ready to go home. She was tired from being groped by Dean all day and felt as if she needed a shower. Every time he came into her office—most without permission or cause—he would make a point of feeling her up, and she could only stand there and take it. Now that he had his freedom, it was apparent he intended to use it to the fullest. After her last class of the day, she didn’t even return to her office, having taken her purse to class with her, and simply left from there to avoid another session alone with Dean. She wasn’t sure how much she could take with the college kid having free rein with her, and she determined to minimize his access to her body as much as she could. As she pulled up into the parking lot of her apartment, she stared up at the brick building, suddenly wondering how much her life might change now that Holly was gone. Last night, after he entered her apartment, Damien had fucked her throughout the night, and even t
Tuesday morning, and there was still no word from Damien. Valerie debated reaching out or going up to his apartment to make sure he was all right. His car hadn’t seemed to have moved since Sunday, which worried her. He was never one to stay put long. Nor had any of his friends been over to check on him. At the very least, she would have expected Nick to stop by, but there had been no sign of him. As she stepped out of her apartment, heading for work, she paused and glanced up the stairs at the darkness that swallowed Damien’s door. With a deep breath, she debated whether or not to go up there and knock to see if he would answer. Finally, she gave in to the impulse, climbed the stairs, and knocked on the door. He didn’t answer, however, and she blew out a breath of frustration. “Please text me,” she said through the door. “I just want to know you’re all right.” And then she turned and headed to her car and then the college. Entering her office, she noticed Dean sitting at the outer d
Valerie stood straighter, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared over at her ex-husband. “I don’t care how serious you are, Brent. I’m even more serious. There’s no way I’ll return to the way things were, and I know you haven’t changed.” “And how do you know that? You haven’t been around me.” He stood straighter. “Hell, you won’t even talk to me, so there’s no way you could know anything about me.” “Please,” she scoffed. “We haven’t been apart that long. There’s no way you’ve changed that much in such a short amount of time.” She sat down in her chair, snatching at her briefcase and setting it on the floor beside her. “Now, I really do need to get ready for my first class.” She pointed to the door to her office. “I’m sorry you wasted a trip. Now, please see your way out.” He stared at her, and she refused to look away. There was no way she would return to him. None. And he needed to get that through his head. “Who is he?” She cocked a brow at him. “Who is who?” “Who is th
The rest of the day was quiet except for her having to get down on her knees at lunch behind her desk and suck Dean off. He had made her pull her tits out while she did it, so he could maul them while she bobbed her head up and down on his hard shaft. As soon as she had swallowed his load, he pushed her back, zipped his cock back into his pants, and then left her on her knees. She assumed she needed to get used to it. This was her life now. A hole for her student’s pleasure whenever he wanted. She had sighed, tucked her tits back into her outfit, and stood to her feet. There had been no more word from Brent, but she was sure he would pop up again at some point. The fact that he drove up there to see her and plead his case, a case that was moot considering she had already divorced him, surprised her, but also told her how determined he was suddenly. Perhaps the fact that she had actually left the area told him how serious she was. As if the divorce hadn’t done that already. He had alw
Valerie squirmed in her seat slightly, still not sure how to take what was happening. The Salty Crab, while not the most enticing name for a restaurant, was a rustic establishment with low lighting and the expected ocean decor: nets, anchors, crab traps. Battered wood seemed to make up the tables, and the booths needed some major reupholstering, but were comfortable, much to her surprise. Instrumental music played through the speakers as servers weaved their way among the tables, taking orders, dropping off food, or picking up empty plates. Cheerful diners packed the place, and to her, it felt as if every eye gawked at her. Who was she to think she deserved a proper date? After all, she had tried that with Scott, and that didn’t turn out too well. All right, Scott wasn’t exactly a date. They just so happened to be at the same place at the same time and enjoyed some fun in the backseat of his car afterward, but it was at least slightly normal compared to the way the rest of her life had
After dinner, Damien took her to a small bar, something a little classier than the last one he took her to, where several men groped her and fingered her while she carried drinks back and forth from the bar to the table. This one actually had a style of a sort, which also confused her. Everything Damien did tonight confused her. The lights were low, the music soft, and the patrons few. He led them to a dark corner where they could see the dance floor, where a few couples ground against each other while whispering words of promise to one other. It wasn’t trashy. It was almost romantic, in a way. At least for a bar, it was. Again, it was another tactic to throw her off, keep her guessing, and she was guessing. So much so that she had no idea what to even say as he ordered her a glass of wine and him a whiskey. The server disappeared to get their drinks, and Valerie took that moment to glance around the place once more, still not sure what was going on in Damien’s mind. She remembered w
Damien didn’t pull out of the parking lot until she had her tits out and her dress pulled up to her waist, leaving her cunt exposed for him. He still forbade the wearing of panties at any time. He grinned over at her, and she felt the blush warm her cheeks as she worried someone would see her. “You’re going to get us arrested,” she told him as she glanced around at the parking lot, praying no one was watching her. He chuckled as he shifted the car into reverse and backed out of the parking space. “They haven’t arrested you yet. And even if people see you, so what? It’s only a cop you have to worry about.” He shifted the car into drive and headed out of the bar’s parking lot. “Now, lean back and start playing with yourself.” She sucked in a breath as she reached for the lever to lean her seat back, keeping her legs spread. This was more the Damien she knew, and it made her sex throb as she reached for her exposed breast, cupping it and massaging as she toyed with her nipple. She coul
“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