Valerie closed the door, but by the time she reached her desk, she heard it open once more. There was no need to look to see who it was. The nerves twirling in her stomach told her that piece of information. Moving to the backside of her desk, she set her purse down on top and finally glanced up to see Dean sauntering his way towards her. “Once I get settled, I’ll call you in to tell you what your responsibilities are. Until then, you can entertain yourself at your desk.” She pointed to her closed office door. “Out there.” “Now, now,” he said, a smug grin spreading across his face. “Damien told me to make sure I did a good job. He said it would thrill you to no end that I was here to help take the load off your desk. He even said you’d be exceptionally friendly and rewarding. You know, making me feel welcome to the new position and all.” She clasped her hands together in front of her and did her best to look indifferent to his innuendos. “Well, you’ve said hello, and I already told
Her day flowed by quietly, and she never again saw Dean, which frustrated her to no end. He even skipped her class. The young man was to be her aide, and she had taken the time to create a list of responsibilities for him to carry out for her. Yet, if he never appeared to do the job Damien volunteered him for, how in the hell would she be able to hand it to him? It was fucking ridiculous! The good part of the whole miserable thing was that she didn’t have to look at him, remembering how he had groped her ass and almost demanded that she perform for him. The little bastard could go to hell for all she was concerned. If he never showed his face again, she would consider herself lucky. At least, that is, until she walked into her apartment and saw Damien sitting in his normal recliner, glaring at her as he tapped his fingers on the arms of the chair. A tremor of fear rippled through her, and without him even saying a word to her, she knew Dean had told her the truth. Damien had given the
Valerie shoved thoughts of Dean out of her mind, hoping to enjoy her weekend without having her stomach in knots the entire time. Luckily, her neighbor—and now her teacher’s aide—kept his distance for the rest of the day Friday and all day Saturday. By the time Damien called her up to his apartment, she had forgotten all about what could happen Monday morning at the school. When she opened the door to Damien’s apartment, he was sitting in his recliner and Nick, Keith, and Miles were taking up the sofa and the other recliner. Her pussy immediately throbbed at the sight of them, knowing full well why Damien had called her. They were bored, and she was to be their entertainment. “This looks interesting,” she said as she smiled at each of them. “Where’s Holly?” “Oh, I’m right here,” the other woman said as she stepped out of the hallway, sashaying her way over to the arm of Damien’s chair, where she sat down. “The boys here were just telling me about their poker game the other night. Se
Valerie moved over to Damien first, her pussy dripping. “Would you like to see how wet I am, sir?” She felt the shame color her cheeks as she asked, a fluttering in her stomach at the humiliation.He grinned at her as he motioned for her to step closer. As soon as she did, he shoved two fingers into her cunt, twirling them around inside of her as she moaned. “You are wet as hell,” he said, chuckling. “You love getting your ass spanked, don’t you?”She felt her knees almost give out on her as she reached out to grip the arm of his chair to keep herself from toppling over as she gasped. “Yes, sir,” she groaned. “I love being punished. I need it. Deserve it.”He yanked his fingers from her wetness, wiping them on her leg before motioning her to move to the next one.Her breathing grew heavier as she nodded and slowly moved over to where Nick sat. “Would you like to see how wet I am?”A lascivious grin crossed his face as he reached out without comment and stuffed a finger into her slick
“Get up and kneel in front of me,” Holly ordered her. As Valerie rolled over to her knees, she noticed Holly standing and stripping out of her pants, something she never expected the woman to do in front of the others. To the best of Valerie’s knowledge, this would be the first time any of them saw the redhead even partially naked. A quick glance at Damien revealed Holly’s actions surprised him as well. Something had changed, but Valerie had no time to think about it. Moving over to where Holly stood, she watched as the woman took her seat once more, and then spread her legs, the dark red curls of her happy patch sitting on top of her slick channel. Valerie could see how wet the other woman was, and suddenly realized a new experience headed her way. With a crook of her finger, Holly motioned for her to come closer. “Now, you’re going to keep eating me out while these men take turns fucking that slutty twat of yours. You won’t stop until the last one has dumped their load into you, a
She stared out at the morning, the sun peeking over the horizon, as she sipped her second cup of coffee of the day. Valerie loved Sundays. They were relaxing, without pressure. And she needed that after last night and before what she feared she would face tomorrow with Dean Foster as her teacher’s aide. She still wasn’t sure what happened at the end of the night. Holly seemed in a perfect mood all night, right up until the end, and then she merely turned. It was almost as if the woman tried to torture Damien, and it must have worked with the way he sent everyone home, including her. She worried about what happened between him and Holly after they left but had been too afraid to knock on their door or text him. She also worried about what Holly’s mood change meant for her future with Damien. Lifting the cup to her lips, she took a slow sip of her coffee just as a starling drifted across the sky. As she lowered it once more, she heard the door behind her open and close. It could only b
She stood in front of her window and watched as Holly drove away, her car loaded to the brim with her possessions. A knot twisted in the pit of her stomach as she stared after the car as it pulled out of the apartment complex’s parking lot, worried that somehow, her life had just changed and she had no idea in what way. Holly turned left and then disappeared around the corner, vanishing from sight. Gone. Valerie hadn’t wanted it to happen, but then again, she had done nothing to stop it, either. It was her fault. She never should have given in to Damien’s twisted perversions. And yet, there was nothing else she could do once she had surrendered that first time. He brought something out of her that she never knew existed, and there was no way she could put it back now that she knew it was there. What’s more, she knew it was inside of Damien as well. Holly knew it, too. They did not have the same goals or wants, and that never works for a long period of time. Perhaps their breaking up w
Valerie took her time getting ready to work, a dread of what would happen filling her. She knew Dean would be there, and knew full well what she had to do, and she hated it just as much as the thought of it soaked her panties. As she thought of her confession when Damien punished her, her honey dripped and the shame of it colored her cheeks. “You know the thought of him bending you over your desk at that school gets you wet,” Damien told her just before he smacked her ass again. “I bet you got wet as soon as he did it.” She kept silent, not wanting to give him more fuel with which to punish her. Another smack landed on her ass, and she felt him press in on it instead of lifting his hand immediately. Heat covered her flesh from the sting. “You want it, don’t you?” Another smack. “You can tell me. I know what a slut you really are. I know how much you love men—all men—to want you and then take you.” Another smack to her ass, this one harder. “Dean may piss you off, but that’s part o