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I wander aimlessly until I find myself in front of Max’s office. I consider knocking, but I’m still debating whether or not I should when the door opens. “Ah, Ms. Walsh, just the person I wanted to see. Why don’t you come in?” The smile he gives me is false and slightly sleazy, and I am instantly on alert.
The two of us have to be careful. I’m not sure how I’d forgotten about the damn cameras in his room. We wouldn’t be able to have a conversation anyway, so I need to find one of the other guys to get the information on my dad’s dealings with Bishop. I’m still voting for offing the asshole. Maybe he was the one who told everyone about my supposed record. Did I mention that last night? I can’t remember.
“Ah, sorry, sir, I was lost… I didn’t mean to disturb you,” I murmur, backing away and shaking my head.
“Oh, come now, you look like you’ve had a hard morning. Why don’t you come in and tell me all about it?” His eyes implore me to go with what he’s saying. I guess he received more instructions, so I step into his room. I don’t even get a chance to put my bag down before he has me pinned up against the wall.
“I’m sorry. They want to see more. They were pissed that everything was blocked by the chair yesterday,” he hisses into my ear as he yanks my head to the side and bites down on my neck. “I promise that I would want to do this to you anyway, and I’ll try to make it feel good, even if what I’m saying is horrible. I respect you and think you are amazing.” He brushes a little kiss against my cheek before he bites down again. I cry out, the bite just a little bit this side of painful, but my nipples pebble and my clit throbs. He starts talking louder for the cameras.
“Oh yes, a little pain slut. I do like my girls to react so prettily,” Max growls. “I’m not sure what you’ve done to me, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your pussy all night. I even told my brother all about how tight and wet it was.”
I widen my eyes as he pulls away and bite my lip nervously. “Do you think maybe your brother would like to join us?” I ask him, not holding his gaze, and he chuckles darkly.
“Oh, you little slut. My brother has his eye on someone, but he may be persuaded to join us. I bet he’d love to try out your ass, but imagine my surprise when my roommate told me all about the slutty bitch who blew him for a job interview yesterday. Normally I don’t like to share my pets, but the thought of watching my brother and friend defile you makes me fucking hard.”
A shiver runs down my spine that I don’t even have to fake as I feel my panties grow damp with excitement. I can’t deny that all of that sounds fucking good to me too. Jesus, what is wrong with me? Could it possibly be because none of these guys are my marks, and I’m actually enjoying it and want more?
“But those kinds of things require permission from your master, and because you didn’t get it, I will have to punish you.” He grabs me by the hair and drags me over to his desk, where he sweeps everything off before pushing me down. I struggle a little, and his hand loosens in my hair so I can put on a good show without it hurting me. He pushes my legs apart with his feet so I’m now bent obscenely over his desk.
“Oh please, sir, no. I’m so sorry. I didn’t think I had a choice,” I plead as he lifts my skirt up and runs his hand over my thong-clad ass. I don’t have stockings on today. “Look at this!” I squeak as a sharp slap hits my left cheek. “Wearing a thong so that anyone could see it if a breeze happened to blow that slutty little skirt upwards. You are mine,” he growls and slaps my right cheek. “No one sees this ass unless I give you permission, do you understand?”
“Ye… Yes, sir,” I stutter out, squirming all over the top of his desk. I feel him crouch and run his hands down my thighs to my calves before he buries his face in my pussy from behind and inhales deeply.
“Oh yes, you’re all wet and ready for me. I knew you would be perfect for me, you obedient, dirty little girl.” He reaches up and peels my panties down. This time when he shoves his face against me, his tongue brushes against my clit, and I moan loudly, not having to fake anything for the camera this time. It’s only the slightest brush, but it’s enough to have me gushing.
“So wet and ready for me. You’re such a responsive girl, just how I like it. How about I fuck you with my fat cock and ease that ache inside you?” he asks as he pulls back and stands up, slapping my ass once again on each cheek.
“Yes, oh yes, please, sir. I ache so badly,” I cry out, turning my head so the camera can see the tears streaming down my face. I’m sure that will keep the perverts happy.
I hear him open the buckle on his belt before his slacks fall to the ground. I try to reach back to grab him, but he slaps my hand away. “Hold onto the desk while I ruin your pussy for any other man.”
I feel him run his thick, hot cock head through the wet mess of my pussy. He rubs it up and down, brushing against the clit ring I got yesterday, which sends a sharp but not unpleasant sensation through my body. Without any warning, he thrusts it deep, slapping my ass at the same time, and I scream. Although I’m dripping with need, he is long and thick, and I was not prepped for any kind of intrusion like that.
“Yes,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “Just like I remembered. Your pussy must be made for me.” He gives me all of five seconds to adjust before he starts pounding away. Within two strokes, the pain has eased, and my eyes roll back in my head at the feel of him. His hands come up and around to cup my breasts through my shirt as he leans his whole body on mine, driving into me furiously.
“Oh my god, sir, you’re so big and thick and long. Harder, please.”
He does as I ask, and the whole desk starts to move across the carpeted floor. “My little slut likes it rough. Such a good little whore,” he praises, and I grow even closer to my orgasm. Do I have a praise kink? I guess I’ve never heard those kinds of things before.
“More please, I’m so close,” I beg him. My clit is banging against the desk, and the ring is doing a damn good job of taking care of what my fingers would normally do.
Max tugs my head to the side and bites my earlobe, whispering, “You really do feel amazing, hot and tight and gripping my dick like your pussy was made for it.”
Oh my lord. Whispery, kind Max is just as sexy as dirty, dominating Max, and I explode. I moan and mutter words of praise as my body rides the exquisite wave of pleasure Max wrings from me. He keeps going for a little longer before he pulls out and comes all over my ass.
“Look at your ass covered in my cum. There’s no chance of knocking up a slutty bitch that way.” His words are nasty for the camera, and I feel a twinge of regret, but then I come to my senses as he steps away and tosses a couple of tissues at me. “Clean yourself up, and I don’t want to hear about you giving anyone else sexual favors without permission from me. Your hot little mouth might come in handy. I’m trying to establish myself in this town, and using someone like you to bestow special favors might win me some points.”
I debate my response. Do I want to appear submissive and mild, or do I need to fight back so that they feel the need to tame me? I think the latter would be more appealing to the assholes who run this ring.
“Like hell,” I spit out, grabbing the tissues and cleaning up the mess Max made as I whirl on him. “Who do you think you are? I am not going to be your little toy to pass around. You can kiss my ass. I just wanted to pass my history class, not become your slave.” I throw the tissues at him as he redresses himself before bending down to pick up my panties, but he’s quicker than I am, and he grabs them and shoves them into his pocket.
“We’ll see about that. You better watch your mouth, girl, or I’ll make sure you can’t talk back to me.” Max’s eyes are cold as he sneers at me, and a shiver runs down my spine. I hope the cameras take it for fear, but really, it’s admiration. This guy is so good at his job, and if I didn’t know better, I would say he was definitely a perverted sex freak. I mean, he may be, but at least he’s on the good side of things.
“Fuck you, Mr. Turner.” I flip him off and hurry toward the door, bending down to grab my bag on the way. I feel a cool breeze wash over my pussy, and I roll my eyes where the camera can’t see. Oh, for fuck’s sake, I need to be careful today. Turning the lock, I open the door just as the bell rings.
Seriously? What stupid luck is this? Kids spill out of the classrooms, and I get quite a few looks as I walk down the corridor to the girls’ bathroom. I know I look freshly fucked. It couldn’t be avoided with the way his hands were in my hair. The whispers are not quiet, and I hear “slut” and “whore” hurled in my direction before I push into the bathroom and the door closes behind me.
Thankfully, there is no one else in here at the moment, and I work quickly to put myself back together. I fix up my hair, taking the band off my wrist and putting it into a messy bun, then I wash my face and get rid of the makeup smears. Lastly, I grab a paper towel and wet it before rubbing it over my ass to make sure none of Max’s cum is left on it. I wince as the rough paper scrapes against my skin. My poor ass is tender from his hand, but I’m pretty sure it’s clean now. I use another bit of paper towel and do the same thing to my pussy before flushing it all down one of the toilets.
