Valerie stared over at Nick, her eyes wide as the remnants of her orgasm subsided. His cocky grin told her everything she needed to know. She lost. Even if she saw it as more of a tie, she still lost in their eyes. That’s the only way they would allow it to go.
She jerked her gaze to Damien and noticed the same look on his face. There would be no help there. Of course there wouldn’t. He would want to see her humiliated more than any of them, as this was his game to begin with.
She then turned to Scott, and he was simply staring at her, his brows raised slightly, disbelief covering his face.
Valerie felt the shame color her cheeks as she sat up straighter on Keith’s leg, suddenly feeling self-conscious. She turned to Keith, hoping to persuade him, but before she could even open her mouth to protest, he simply swatted her thigh and told her it was time to make the rounds.
“Each guy here gets to give you five swats on your ass,” Keith reminded her. “And
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Damien showed no mercy as he administered her spanking, alternating his hand between cheeks, and with the humiliating position she was in, she was glad Dean had failed to appear at the poker game. It would be bad enough facing her co-workers after this without having to face one of her students as well.She cried out with each swat, begging Damien to stop, but knowing he wouldn’t. Thrashing on his lap, she felt his arm around her waist, holding her in place to receive her punishment. And, with each smack of his hand, she felt her honey burn hotter, dripping from her pussy in her horniness. She desperately wanted to be fucked, craving some form of release.When he finished spanking her, Damien grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up. “Now, what do you say?”Her breathing came out in ragged gasps as tears flowed down her cheeks. “Thank you, sir, for spanking me.”She felt him rub her ass with his other hand. “Oh, m
Her breath caught in her throat for a quick second as she glanced around the table at all the naked men ready to fuck her. Her honey dripped as she gripped the edge of the table, the taste of Keith’s cum still on her tongue.“Since it’s my turn to be in control, I think I’ll take the first turn at that pussy of hers,” Nick said as he walked around the table to where Valerie’s legs dangled over the side.Miles reached out, massaging her tit, his callused hands grazing her sensitive nipples, causing shivers of pleasure to ripple through her. “Then I’ll take that mouth of hers.” He slid his hand up her chest to her neck and then to her hair, gripping a fistful of her dark locks and dragging her over to where he stood.She felt her body slide across the table, chips and cards falling to the floor. Reaching out, she took his cock in her hand and pulled him closer to her, if only to stop him from pulling her by her
She cried out as her body rocked against Damien, her tits bouncing in his face as Scott took her ass. She felt his fingers digging into her waist as she bent over Damien, his cock buried deep in her cunt. Between the two men who had her pinned, she felt them see-sawing her slick channel, felt their hardness stretching her as Scott drove into her from behind. She kept crying out, but she couldn’t move. She could only sit there, stuck between two powerful men as they fucked her. Never had she been so full, stuffed with their cocks as they assaulted her holes. Miles’s cum still coated her mouth, and it wasn’t long before she felt Scott’s fingers stiffen against her, pinning her ass against him as he emptied himself into her back door. She groaned, pushing back and wiggling her ass against him. Opening her eyes, she stared down at Damien as he grinned up at her. She knew he mocked her, knew he was thinking about what an eager slut she had turned into, and he was right. She never would ha
Morning came way too early for Valerie. Her pussy still throbbed from the many cocks that shoved their way into her last night, as did her ass. Hell, if she were honest with herself, she’d admit that her mouth still felt sore and stretched from the many blow jobs she gave. Yet, as much as she felt the aftermath of being the prize for the poker players last night, she wouldn’t have changed a thing, and that admission shamed her more than she wanted to admit as well. Of course, there was no denying the tremor of excitement that rippled through her, either.She stretched, covering a yawn with the back of her hand. She didn’t want to get up. It was Friday, and she didn’t feel like facing a classroom of college kids that didn’t even want to be there. They were already working on their plans for the weekend, an itch in their pants to get there. She had an itch in her pants as well. She wanted to know what Damien’s next plans were for her, eager to be used again in so many ways.And then her
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
“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