Valerie stared at the other woman, suddenly remembering everything the others said last night about how Ethan made his girlfriend, Sally, do vulgar things out in public. “I’m almost afraid to ask,” she said as she lifted her coffee to her lips.
Holly giggled as her eyes lit up with mischief. “He took her to one of those truck stops that have a greasy restaurant attached, wearing a skirt that barely covered her ass, making her leave her panties in the car, and then he made her walk around allowing whoever wanted and had the guts to smack her ass or feel her up. Sometimes both. She told me a couple even fingered her right there in the restaurant. When they finally left, Sally couldn’t remember how many men had touched her bare ass or toyed with her pussy, but she was wet as hell, she said. So wet that she fucked Ethan right there in the truck stop parking lot with the car door open.”
Valerie felt her eyes widen with each part of the story. “What if someone walked by and saw them?” She couldn’t believe the risky situation Ethan put Sally in. The police could have arrested them if someone caught them for crying out loud.
Holly laughed even more. “Oh, they saw her all right. By the time Ethan finished fucking her, they had a small audience of men standing around the car gawking at them. The men cheered as she screamed out her orgasm, and then Sally merely waved at them as she shut the door, and Ethan drove away. She said as soon as they got back to their house, she simply had to fuck him again because she was so turned on by what he made her do.”
“That’s… That’s…” Valerie shook her head. “That’s just crazy.” She shifted in her chair slightly, feeling sorry for what the other woman endured. “And risky. What if the men watching tried to force themselves upon her? Or if one of the men in the restaurant pulled her into his lap and wouldn’t let her go? Or what if someone called the cops and reported them for indecency? What if that had happened?” She settled back in her chair, shock at the other woman’s wild behavior making her nervous for Sally’s safety. Of course, her passion stirred thinking about how it must have felt to have so many men touching her ass and cunt, not to mention watching her getting pounded by Ethan.
“Ethan’s there to make sure no one gets too out of control,” Holly assured her. “He makes sure Sally’s safe throughout each of these adventures. That’s part of his role as her dominant. And the risk is part of the turn on for Sally. She loves being made to do things that push the boundaries her parents raised her to accept as the standard for proper behavior.”
Valerie slowly nodded, both hands wrapped around her coffee cup. “I wonder what else he makes her do. I mean, what could be some of the things that get her off?” Of course, the real question in her mind was what some of the things were she would love to be forced to do if she had the guts to do any of it.
“Good question,” Holly said. “I know some of the things he’s made her do. The others even pitched in with ideas, and I actually gave a couple myself.”
“Oh? And what did you make her do?”
Holly grinned as she glanced over at Valerie, mischief twinkling in her eyes. “I made him take her to a strip club and get on stage. She made about two hundred bucks that night, if I recall. Hell, most of Ethan’s friends showed up and watched, adding their singles to the stack.”
Valerie giggled, shaking her head. “Well, at least her humiliation came with some reward. Still, I’m not sure I could do it in front of people I know. I’d want it to be somewhere where I wouldn’t run into anyone I’d see at work or the grocery store.”
“That’s just it,” Holly said. “To her, the humiliation is part of the reward. She wants to be seen that way, used and groped and made to do all kinds of nasty, naughty things. It gets her hornier than hell, she says. And, no one talks about it to her, so she can pretend no one knows.” She shrugged as she turned her attention back out to the woods. “Of course, it’s not for me. I think I’d kill Damien if he ever tried to get me to do any of that shit. But, I know it turns him on as well, which is why I don’t mind him shooting his ideas to Ethan and then watching the scene unfold at times.”
Valerie cocked her head a little as she studied the other woman. “And it doesn’t get you jealous that he wants to see another woman show off her body? You don’t mind him watching Sally do all these things?”
Holly shrugged. “It’s no different from watching porn, in my opinion. This is just more live action than streaming. Besides, he comes home harder than ever, and I get the best fucking I’ve had. Sex is so much hotter after he’s been out on one of their nights. It’s a win-win for me.”
“And what if he gets involved even more?” Valerie asked, still not sure she could allow her husband to venture into something so intimate with another woman.
“Like what?”
Valerie shrugged. “Well, what if he’s the one who’s touching and groping? Would you be all right with that? What if he went even further and actually had sex with her?”
“Touching wouldn’t bother me,” Holly said with a slight shrug. “Fucking her? Well, then I’d have to chop his cock off. I’m the only one that gets to ride that man.”
“But, by allowing him to participate in their games, don’t you think that’s pushing him too close to the fire? What if he gets in and can’t get out without getting burned?”
“Then he’s more of a horny bastard with no control than I thought,” Holly said before taking another sip of her coffee. As she lowered her cup, she continued. “I admit, it’s a dangerous game to dabble in, and things just might at some point get out of hand. But, that’s when we have to see how strong our relationship is. Besides, all the other stuff is merely foreplay for when he comes home to fuck me. I like how horny it makes him. He kisses me harder, fucks me harder, gives me all his hungry passion. As I said, it’s a win for me, and for right now, I’m happy to allow him his fun and pretend I’m slightly in the dark.”
Valerie studied her new friend’s profile for a moment before turning her attention out to the giant oaks. If she heard what Holly didn’t say, then she assumed Damien had already been the cheating bad boy, and Holly was purposefully staying in the dark about it. Yet, what kind of life would that be? What kind of relationship? She didn’t think she could do it.
“Has he ever had her fuck other men?” Valerie asked, her mind drifting back to things Ethan forced Sally to do.
“I think Ethan’s made her do just about everything,” Holly said with a giggle. “Could you imagine being made to fuck Ethan’s friends? Or what about strangers? He could take her to one of those adult bookstores with the video rooms in the back and make her service the glory holes. She’d never know whose cock she was sucking off, but her mouth would be full of cum. I wonder if they’d tip her.”
Valerie shuddered at the thought of a strange cock in her mouth, shooting his load down her throat. At the same time, her pussy throbbed at the thought of being used in such a way. “What happens if she says no to what he tells her to do?”
“He spanks her first, and then makes her do it anyway,” Holly replied with a slight giggle. “I honestly think she refuses sometimes just to get the spanking, especially when they’re already out and about. From what I hear, Ethan has spanked her on the side of the road before as well as in the bathroom of a restaurant.” She laughed as she tilted her head back, staring up at the morning sun. “Can you imagine being taken to a public bathroom and punished like a child? I bet our girl was dripping wet. I wonder if he took her to the men’s restroom or the women’s.”
Valerie reached down and grabbed the carafe from the ground to refill her cup. “I think it would mortify me.” Yet, the heat pooling between her legs told her otherwise, even though she kept speaking out against their sexual game. She sat there, talking about the other woman as if everything she did had been wrong, that Sally had been wrong in allowing her boyfriend to do those things to her. However, the more Valerie thought about it, the hornier she became until she could feel the wetness soaking her panties. However, it was one thing to fantasize about something like what Holly described, and quite another to go through with it. How Sally did it was beyond Valerie’s comprehension, but obviously, the woman loved every minute of it from what Holly said.
“Here you are,” Damien’s voice came from behind them, causing both women to turn and look at him.
Valerie felt her pussy ache as she raked him with her gaze, wondering what it would be like to do whatever he told her to do whenever and wherever he told her to do it. Would he be as devilish as Ethan seemed to be with Sally? She trembled slightly at the thought, and then the contradiction of her entire situation struck her. She had left Brent because he was a demanding, domineering chauvinist, and now here she was wondering what it would be like to do as another man ordered her to do. What kind of twisted logic was that? How could she be sitting there, her pussy drenched with thoughts of being humiliated in such a sexual way, and still have left her husband because he expected her to do his laundry a certain way?
“Good morning, sunshine,” Holly said to Damien, smiling as he drew nearer. “I didn’t expect you to rise and shine so early.”
He walked over and kissed Holly softly. When he pulled back, he said, “Well when the rise happened, you weren’t there to help me shine, so I had to come find you.”
Holly giggled as she shook her head. “You’re incorrigible.”
Damien glanced over at Valerie. “How are you doing this morning?” he asked, one brow cocked. “I hear you have a meeting with Nick Monday so he can show you around campus. From what I hear, he knows all the dark corners. You should get him to show you those.” He winked at her, grinning.
Valerie shot up straighter in her chair as she scowled over at Damien. “I’ll be just fine in the light, thank you.” However, her pussy ached as she imagined his words as a command, and she had to bite back the groan that threatened to slip past her lips. What if Nick wanted to show her the hidden campus locations? The bigger question, however, was: how could she keep thinking of Holly’s boyfriend this way?
Valerie stood at the front entrance to the administration building of Hampton University, the brick structure slightly intimidating in its stoic, austere appearance. Giant oaks towered around the edges of the campus, some nestled close enough to the buildings to offer some sort of shade, the slight breeze tousling their leaves. College students meandered about, most laden down with overloaded backpacks or arms loaded with thick books. Some students had earphones in, listening to their music on their way to class, while others laughed along with whoever they walked with. A few teachers crossed from the parking lot to the buildings, some shaking their heads as they watched the students, more than likely lost in the generation gap. Valerie never understood why people took positions around others they refused to try to understand. She thrived on the differences between her and her students, hoping both could teach the other something about life past, present, and future. That’s wh
Valerie walked over before she realized she had even taken the first step. “Excuse me,” she called out, one arm up as she pointed at the young man. “Hold up a moment, please.”The boy stopped, turning to face her. He didn’t hide the fact that he raked her with his hungry gaze, probably assuming she was another student. She barely appeared older than the average student, so she assumed he thought her someone he could flirt with. She would be quick to nip that notion in the bud.“Can I help you?” he asked as he slid his salacious gaze up her body once more until he looked her in the face.“We live next door to each other,” she told him, her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling as if she were out of her element. With the way he swallowed her with his gaze, a slimy feeling washed over her, making her shudder slightly. “I actually saw you tormenting that poor girl who seemed to want nothing more than to get
Valerie leaned back in her chair, propping her feet up on the wall that circled the roof as a slight breeze brushed against her, soothing her tired muscles. She held her wineglass with both hands as she blew out the exhaustion that filled her from the day she had in a slow, steady breath, her shoulders slumping a little as she settled back. In the distance, the sun began to set behind the oaks that lined the back of the property, a hawk drifting slowly across the darkening sky. Tranquil. Her night was peaceful, and after the past month, peaceful was exactly what she needed.“And here I thought I’d be the only one out here tonight,” Damien’s voice came from behind her.She turned, glancing over at him as she realized her quiet night just got shattered. “It’s relaxing sitting up here,” she told him. “I could see this being a major spot for me.”Damien nodded as he slid a chair over to sit beside her, a beer in
Valerie stared at Damien, not sure if he was being nice or trying to manipulate her into giving in to his base desires. “And you really think you can make my…” She took a deep breath, forcing herself to say the word she knew he would want her to say. “My pussy parts drip constantly by these humiliating experiences?” She didn’t believe it would be possible, especially with the way she hated being told what to do. And definitely not by Damien Pressman.“No doubt about it,” he said with a casual shrug. “But then, you’re not the type to give into things like that. You’re too uptight to let yourself go, even for a short period.”“I’m not uptight,” she said with a sigh. “I don’t know why you keep saying that? I like to have fun just as much as the next person.”He turned to her, smirking. “I already told you. By the way you act. Look at the things you sai
Valerie woke the next morning sick to her stomach over how she behaved last night. She couldn’t believe she had not only stripped for Damien on the roof where anyone could have come out and seen her, but also practically begged him to finger her, bringing her to one of the best orgasms she had in a while. How could she have done that to Holly? How could she have succumbed to her lust that quickly. She stripped in front of her friend’s boyfriend, throwing herself at him. She sighed as she jerked the covers off her still-naked body. “I’m such a bitch.”She tried to replay the entire evening in her head as she showered and got dressed for work in order to see where she lost control, but the only thing she remembered was getting angry every time Damien opened his mouth. He just sat there in his chair, acting as if he was ignoring her, and taunting her with his wisecracks about how uptight he thought she was. And she had played right into his hands, e
“So, how did your first day go?” Nick Mason asked as he neared where Valerie stood outside her classroom. “The kids weren’t too unruly, were they? They can be sometimes with new teachers, trying to press the boundaries and see what they can get away with.”Nick was a tall man with a muscular build, which was quite apparent through his dress shirt with the way the material pulled taut across his chest. He had short, dark hair and deep green eyes, which sparkled with his smile as he stared down at her. If it hadn’t been for the stories about how he behaved on campus she heard, she could have seen herself desiring to spend more time with him. However, she didn’t plan on being a notch on anyone’s belt at this campus. She had already screwed up enough with Damien.“It went well for the most part,” she said, smiling back at him. “I admit, I could have done without one student, but it’s only for the semes
The entire way home, Valerie stewed, her anger at Damien telling his friends about what happened last night simmering just below her surface. It was bad enough that Dean heard her crying out from her orgasm, but to have someone else she worked with know what she did was humiliating. What the hell had Damien been thinking? She had to face Nick ever day at the college. She didn’t need him smirking at her behind her back. Or to her face since that’s what he just did. She growled in frustration as she pulled into her parking spot. She would need to tell Damien to knock it off. She would have assumed he would have kept quiet, so Holly didn’t find out what happened, not go around bragging about it. The man had balls; Valerie would give him that.Just as she reached her front door, she heard tires on the pavement behind her. Turning, she saw Damien pull into the parking lot and into his spot. She cast a quick glance at her watch. 4:15. Holly wouldn’t be home
Damien cocked a brow at her, and Valerie could see he waited to discover whether she had meant what she said or not. She took a deep breath, feeling her pussy throb as she reached for the buttons on her top and started to open her shirt.Moving over to the arm of the couch, Damien sat down, his arms over his chest as he watched her, a burning hunger in his eyes.She wasn’t sure why but the way he looked at her made her honey drip even more as she slid her top off her shoulders and down her arms. Allowing it to fall to the floor, she immediately went to the buttons on her dress pants when he made her stop.“Finish the top first,” he told her. “And kick off those heels.”She did as he asked, sliding her feet from her shoes, the wood floor cold on her feet as she reached for the back of her bra. Keeping her gaze fixed on him, she unclasped it, freeing her breasts, and then slowly slid it down her arms and dropped it to the floor