Valeria

ung pige “He then told her in detail, how young and helpless she looked to him…”

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The bus rocked unsteadily in the icy cold wind, as it slowly followed the slow after hour’s traffic. Most of the commuters were seated, although many had to stand in the crowded public vehicle. Valeria was among the standing passengers.

Despite the heavy winter coat, the young girl shivered from the Russian cold. At this time of year, the city temperature was constantly freezing, and even though it was a short walk from work, she had been waiting a long time at the bus stop before the scheduled pick-up of commuters.

At one point, Valeria had found a seat and with feigned oblivion ignored an elderly man carrying a cane, who needed a seat. When she thought the old geezer was about to stop staring accusingly at her, a woman about her mother’s age shook her shoulder and demanded her to offer her seat to the impaired old man. Reluctantly she rose from the warm seat.

The woman made her think of her mother. She wished so very much that she could move away from her and be able to live her own life and make her own decisions. That she could get away from the drinking, the arguments and the beatings…

Valeria noticed a guy staring at her. Briefly, their eyes met, but she quickly looked away. He was in his forties and could easily have been her dad, but the look he was giving her… It was not even remotely a fatherly look.

From the hungry, almost desperate, look in his eyes, she could only imagine how she looked to him. She was short, petite, with long dark blond hair and was sometimes mistaken for being younger than her actual nineteen years. Maybe he was just staring at her small nose ring, judging her with his old-fashioned, conservative opinions. Maybe he was a pervert getting a thrill from watching pretty, young girls, who were much too young for him. Or maybe he recognised her from her workplace…

Again, she shivered, although this time it wasn’t from the cold, but from the horrifying thought of meeting a person, who was aware of, which kind of job she had in real life. Who had seen her, while she was working.

The middle-aged man smiled at her, and under different circumstances, she would have thought him friendly and good-natured. Even as he smiled his kind and forthcoming smile, she noticed that his gaze wandered from her eyes to her slender figure and the thin fabric covering her slim lower body.

She rolled her eyes dismissively at him, but her feeling of repulsion towards the old pig was mixed with uncertainty and doubt. A strange, familiar sensation made her stomach flutter in excitement and confusion.

A few times a week, she worked as a model at a studio closer to the city centre. The pay was not good, but it was next to impossible to find another job for a girl without any relevant qualifications, and if she did find one, then the pay was even worse. In addition, it had to fit in with her studies.

It reminded her of her paper on building materials, which she had to prepare for the following day. She highly doubted that she had enough time to do it properly, even if she sacrificed her sleep to work on the paper. She sighed audibly in frustration, but noticed to her relief that the old pervert exited the bus in just that moment.

How many perverts had visited her in her room at the studio today? Fifty? A hundred? She easily lost count and usually only paid attention to those, who communicated with her past the trivial “Hi babe” and “hru?”, as well as those who paid for her shows.

She was a webcam model. A nude one and it was her job to satisfy her online visitors with companionship, striptease and sexual performances of every imaginable kind in return for money. She had been doing this for more than a year now, ever since shortly after her eighteenth birthday. And she hated it.

At first, she thought it was an excellent opportunity because of the relatively high pay, and she naïvely expected that she just had to chat with lonely people online. Quickly, she discovered that her “lonely visitors” expected more than just a friendly chat.

She had rejected their advances for some time, a couple of days, when she learned that her pay very much depended on her visitors’ satisfaction with her company. A few, very few, were happy with just chatting, but their gratification was not nearly enough to justify her time spent with them. In addition, her boss began scolding her for not making enough money for the studio.

Half. That was what she had to give the studio from what she earned during her shifts. She was aware of this from the start, but she didn’t anticipate how difficult it was to make her visitors pay for her company.

It was less than a week, when she exposed herself to a visitor for the first time. A guy took her into an exclusive show and before long he had persuaded her into opening her shirt for him. He demanded her to watch him through his own webcam, while he masturbated and called her demeaning names.

She just sat there, with her small breasts uncovered for his hungry glare and watched this old man, who probably was ten years older than her own father was. His wrinkled hands pulled furiously at his semi-erect penis, while he spewed words like, “slut”, “whore” and “bitch” at her. All she could do was to wait for it to be over.

Afterwards she felt empty inside, and the rest of her shift passed like a hazy dream. She didn’t earn anymore that day, and she cried in her room, when she came home. Her mother was snoring on the sofa, probably passed out from too much alcohol.

From that first time, it escalated gradually. Opening her shirt became a regular part of her private shows, and her visitors praised her for her young, nubile body. Next, she was only wearing her small panties, and a guy offered her a handsome compensation, if she pulled the cloth covering her crotch aside for the camera. She did.

Before she knew it, she was a very young and very nude teenager, lying on her back in her room, nervously running her fingers through the delicate folds of her inexperienced sex in front of the cam. Her visitors loved her and worshipped her. Some of them called her natural and innocent, which in a sense was true, as she didn’t have the nerve to act or pretend in these situations. Others were rude and called her names. Humiliating names.

She hated the harsh words, but comforted herself with the fact that they were unjustified and far from the truth. She was neither a slut nor a whore, but she wasn’t innocent either. A few boyfriends had crossed her path, but at the moment she was single. With this job, she felt like she had to be, and she was too busy with her studies to think about love.

The bus came to a sudden stop, which dragged Valeria out of her thoughts, and she realised that this was her stop. Hurriedly, she exited the vehicle and whatever warmth she had accumulated inside was immediately snuffed away by the insisting freeze outside. A ten-minute walk through the wind and she was finally back inside.

In hindsight Valeria understood that her visitors’ infatuation with her ebbed out, when the whole getting-nude-and-masturbate-performance became a routine to her. She began to relax, became confident in the process and her acting, got better at playing along and even began to bargain and make demands. She readily undressed in her private shows and didn’t even flinch, when guys for example asked how much gold she wanted in return for forcing two or more fingers inside her small hole. Even her virgin sphincter became a subject for negotiation. It was just a matter of money.

After this, her earnings slowly dropped, as less and less asked her for private shows. She had become a professional, her work was a routine, and in the eyes of her regular guests, she had lost her valuable innocence and therein the very thing that made her stand out compared to the other webcam models.

For a time, she felt like she was the studio manager’s favourite, but as her popularity with her visitors waned, so did his favour of her. At times, he would talk to her and make her laugh, often leaning close to her and place his hand on her shoulder or lower back, however, this became less and less frequent after the decline in her earnings.

It was during this frustrating decline that Valeria for the first time experienced the strange sensation. It confused her and sometimes made her feel vulnerable and uncertain. Other times it made her feel extremely dirty and depraved…

A guy, who had visited her a couple of times, asked for a private show, which she readily obliged to. She remembered him as friendly and well spoken, but he obviously had a thing for young girls and even hinted at a fetish for girls, who were too young. Valeria didn’t want to judge and usually just played along.

Unlike earlier, however, the guy wanted to do cam-2-cam with her, and he quickly made her undress for the camera. She was about to ask him, if he wanted her to play with herself for him, when he pulled out his cock and cut her off with a demanding tone. She immediately fell silent, as he commanded her to get on all fours with her back to him and just listen to his voice.

Of course, she had often played along with other visitors’ fantasies of her being their slave, their little girl and similar wishes, but this felt different for some reason. With his deep voice, he told her to place both her hands on her back and imagine that her wrists were tied together with rope, and she obediently did what she was told.

He then told her in detail, how young and helpless she looked to him, how easy it would be to take advantage of her in that position. That she probably was getting wet from being his unwilling sex toy. She really did, she realised, much to her confusion. From that point, she just listened, as he slowly and meticulously described his fantasy of using her against her will, filling her with his seed again and again.

When he had finished, he asked her to turn around and look at him. He was a big man, slightly overweight, with dark eyes and big hands, and he intently told her that she was his personal slut now. Then he disconnected. Valeria sighed loudly, as if she had been holding her breath for the full show.

Quickly she covered the camera, threw herself back at the bed and placed her fingers at the burning hot centre between her legs. With an unprecedented fury, she made herself cum harder than she’d ever done before. This experience was a turning point for her.

She entered her mom’s apartment and quickly grabbed a piece of bread before escaping to her room. With any luck, her mother wouldn’t have noticed that she was back home. Like she didn’t take notice of a great deal of other things.

Like her daughter’s tuition debt. Valeria’s mother was probably aware that her daughter was required to pay tuition fees to study, but she was most likely oblivious to how difficult it was for her to make the payments. Moreover, what she did to pay off this debt.

Much to her despair, she had received an official letter from the school the other day regarding her debt. She knew that she was behind with payments, but was surprised that the tuition office would react this soon. They threatened to expel her from school, if she didn’t make a substantial down payment before the end of the month, and she had no idea how to come up with such an amount of money with such short notice.

Under no circumstance could she ask her mother or family for help. They would humiliate her, lecture and accuse her for being naïve and not living right. Moreover, they would be very reluctant to help, if it meant that she became so educated and accomplished that she could move away from her mother.

Taking a loan in the bank wasn’t an option either. She had nothing to put as security for the money, and the high interest rate would destroy her financials long after the initial loan had been paid back. In addition, she knew this would only be a short-term solution covering this particular down payment. More would come, and considering her income, she would probably end up in this situation again.

She briefly considered if it would help to raise the price for her shows at the studio, but she quickly dismissed it. The last thing she needed was her regular visitors leaving her because of the price, and it certainly wouldn’t help her attract new ones.

Valeria’s thoughts wandered to one possible visitor, the middle-aged man on the bus, and she couldn’t help herself imagining that he had met her on the bus just after he had watched her through her webcam. What would he be thinking about her? What if he had approached her?

The man would probably expect her to be easy, to be a slut, because she was an exotic performer. It was a common prejudice held by men, and this would most likely make him more confident in approaching her. She knew that she would reject him outright and make it very, very clear that she didn’t want to indulge him.

However, what if he followed her to her doorstep and figured out that she was living with her mom? He could reveal his knowledge about her working as a webcam model to her and threaten to share his insight with her mom. Of course, he could be bluffing, but she couldn’t risk that gamble. It would be a huge scandal, if her mother found out that she was doing nude shows for money.

She would at least have to listen to his terms, but in reality, she wouldn’t have much of a choice, if she didn’t want her mother or family to know about her secret. She wondered if he would drag her into a dark alley and feel her up, open her jacket, open her pants and slip his hand inside her small panties. Molest her young body with his warm, adult hands.

From watching her on cam he would already know that she was shaven down there. She would be almost as smooth as a baby with only a hint of stubbles since she was shaven the same morning. One thing she was certain of: she wouldn’t be able to control her body’s reaction to the molestation and to the older pervert she would seem to be extremely willing towards his hungry advances.

She would become very horny and wet. She would seem like a very wanton slut to him, as her young sex would make his fingers slick with her girl’s juices and readily accept them inside. In reality, she would be terrified, fearing he would injure her or even kill her after he had had his way with her. Again, she would be overwhelmed by the weird sensation she experienced at the studio.

This sensation confused her. Especially outside work, where she ought to keep things apart. It was the feeling of being helpless, in a man’s power and having to accept whatever he wanted. After that first time, she only rarely experienced this at work during her shows. It required a trigger, something that created a transition between her secure model’s room at the studio and the real world outside it.

A trigger, such as the real threat of someone telling her mom about her being a nude model.

She had to be honest with herself. After discovering this excitement about being in a man’s power, she often fantasized about it. Sometimes at work, when she closed her eyes and tried to get in the mood in front of the camera, but most often at home at night, when she lay in her bed beneath the covers and moaned silently, while her fingers drew circles around her sensitive button.

Her fantasies were not unlike her thoughts about the man from the bus. Drawing upon real life situations and spicing them up made the fantasies more realistic and made her heart beat faster. Often, it was about that point, when her imaginary dominator decided to claim her completely by pushing his hard member into her, that she started climaxing. It was always better than before she discovered her preference for these fantasies.

This time was no different. In her mind, the man from the bus was not satisfied with just feeling her up, but turned her roughly around to face the wall and began undoing his buckle. When he forced his way into her from behind, a strained gasp escaped her lips and the orgasm conquered her. Again, she lay there in her room, spent and weak from her perverted fantasies.

The next day, Valeria decided to ask her boss for a meeting to discuss her financial problems. Maybe he had a clever solution, she hadn’t thought of. In any case, it would be nice to have someone to share her frustration with.

As it happened, she made a dismal earning that day. Shows were few and far apart, and most were very short. She had one cam-2-cam-session, which only lasted for two minutes and mostly consisted of the guy cumming copiously over himself, after Valeria removed her top. This was not unusual, and she felt conflicted, as she on one hand wanted to continue and make more money. On the other she was happy not having to do something weird or painful to satisfy her visitors.

As her shift ended, she tidied up the room for the next model and went to see her boss. In the hallway, girls streamed about, some talking about the day’s work, others just hurried to get home. To get away. Valeria knew that she by far wasn’t the model at the studio, who fulfilled the weirdest or most advanced of their visitors’ wishes. She had heard horrible stories of performances, which involved both piss, faeces and even blood.

And these were just the physical acts. Other times, some girls had to endure hours of demeaning treatment, being paid to accept and even encourage visitors to treat them like garbage, to call them despicable names and play along with their hateful, misogynistic games.

A select few, however, claimed to never have removed a single piece of cloth from their bodies. They just chatted with their visitors, taking part in long, personal conversations, making friends and offering company. To Valeria, it sounded wonderful, and she was in awe that these non-nude models had the determination to stay true to their own morals and integrity. To avoid degrading themselves. But the truth was that these models earned very, very little, and rumour was that most of them at some point had been undressing in front of the camera after all.

Valeria could clearly feel how this line of work had affected her self-confidence and her image of herself in general. Always being treated like an item, like a thing, used by her visitors for their pleasure. But she chided herself, telling herself to stop whining. That she was having an easy time. Compared to those other models, at least. Some of them had been working like this for many years, three or more, and she thought she could see the resignation deep in their eyes, when she passed them in the hall.

If one didn’t know, one wouldn’t guess that the many girls – mostly young and pretty – streaming in and out of the small studio rooms, were in fact exotic models. Of course, some of them wore beautiful, expensive clothes and would stand out in the city picture, but most were dressed plain and everyday-ish. Valeria belonged to the majority, not dressing to impress, but usually wore simple jeans or tight-fitting leggings with a t-shirt or blouse.

This, of course, changed, when the models entered the rooms and turned on their cams. Every girl had her own sets of clothes, and while some only wore next to nothing on cam, others were fully dressed in their everyday clothes, until they were paid to strip.

Valeria made her way to the end of the hallway, next to the stairwell exit, made it inside to the administrative office and knocked on the door to her boss’ office in the back of the room. A few seconds went, before the door was answered, and he waved her inside, unenthusiastically, as he was occupied with a phone call.

The conversation was in German, she assumed, and he spoke slowly and friendly to the person on the other end. She had no idea who he was talking to. Some stakeholder, perhaps? He didn’t seem as confident, as when he was speaking English, she noticed, and his Russian accent was probably heavier as well. Only few in this country spoke English fluently and only a fragment of these could do so without an accent. To communicate with foreigners in her work, Valeria had to use the aid of translation software, but her English had definitely improved, since she started.

She sat down in the chair across from her boss’ seat at the desk, and after a few minutes, he ended the call. He gave an irritated chuckle, as he sat down and leaned back in his chair.

“Fucking idiots. Now they want some European photographer to come and do the girls’ portfolios instead of Viktor from downtown. Can you believe that?? Пиздец!”

He shook his head in disbelief as he mumbled more guttural swear words, until he finally sighed and looked at her with a calm face.

“So, how can I help you?”, he asked.

Trying not to cry, Valeria told about her situation. That she was in debt and in danger of being expelled from school, if she didn’t come up with a solution very soon. Her boss listened carefully and began to present suggestions, but most of them she had already been considering and dismissing. Soon, he chuckled humourlessly and leaned back to look at her with a thoughtful stare.
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“How do you imagine, I should help you? You cannot take a loan, you cannot raise your price and you cannot get help from your friends or family. Let’s face it; you are broke, and you don’t earn enough money to pay for your studies.”

The young girl’s hands became sweaty. In her mind, she’d expected her boss to come up with a helpful idea. A solution she hadn’t thought of or didn’t know about. But now he just looked at her, like she was a lamb ready to be slaughtered. She felt defeated and powerless. She would have to give up on her education. Like her mother did…

Her boss cautiously interrupted her depressing train of thoughts:
“Look… How important is this to you? Could you maybe take a leave from school and save up some money? To finish it later?” Valeria shook her head.

“… No. I would have to start all over… And it would mean that I would have to apply for even more tuition. I would never be able to pay…” Her voice broke and she looked down. Her boss still watched her closely. Thoughtfully.

“… What if… I help you out…?”, he finally offered.

Confused, she looked up again. She caught his stare and for some reason it made her feel slightly unsure. But she needed to listen to him. Could he save her?

“I could give you the money you need, make sure that you can pay your tuition fees and continue your studies…” Valeria’s boss made a careful pause to his offer, before he continued.

“… In return I want you to dedicate yourself to this studio until you have finished your education. You will not be able to resign or otherwise stop working for me in this period…” It was hard to object against this, she had to admit.

“… also, I want you to be my personal… assistant… occasionally. And outside normal working hours, of course.”

This confused her even more. She didn’t mind adding an administrative role to her position, but she was worried that this would conflict with her schedule for school and homework. Of course, it would be for the sake of saving her education, and if she didn’t agree she wouldn’t have any school or homework to worry about anymore. She just nodded silently.

“Do you agree to this? If you do, then let’s seal the deal with you “assisting” me. Here and now.” At Valeria’s visible confusion at his words, he added:
“Please, perform for me. Let me see how you do it, and maybe I can give you a few suggestions on how to improve…”

Cautiously, Valeria just stared at him, wondering if he was joking, but her boss seemed amused, albeit dead serious. Was this part of her tasks as his assistant? She didn’t finish her thoughts and as she didn’t respond to his suggestion, he assertively pulled out his wallet and produced a large handful of notes.

“Is this enough to help you through the first down payment?”

He smiled haughtily at her, as he tried to read her response to his dramatic display of generosity. It was more than enough, she had to admit, but she just nodded meekly. She didn’t like where this meeting was heading, but did she have a choice?

With trembling movements, she rose up from her seat, cleared her throat with a small cough and started to dance for her boss. She didn’t consider herself a dancer, but she could do small rhythmical movements, which she assumed her spectators found sexy. Deciding to perform exactly the way she did on cam, she soon began to undo the buttons of her shirt.

Her boss just sat there with his weird smile, which made her slightly uncomfortable. Stared at her. He was in his late thirties and could be considered handsome if he lost a few pounds. It was without a doubt his intention to appear business-like in his shirt, but Valeria thought he looked like a gangster, his big tattoos clearly visible beneath the rolled-up sleeves, along with a solid gold chain sparkling under the open collar.

When she finished undoing her shirt and revealed her small, perky tits, his smile broadened. Not only did she feel like a trapped lamb; her boss was also beginning to appear much like a hungry wolf, threatening to consume her.

She forgot all about smiling, but focused solely on getting this over with. Ignoring his leering, she continued to unbutton her pants unceremoniously and soon she peeled the tight-fitting denim fabric down her slender thighs. She wished she had brought another pair of panties, as she was wearing the same small panties, she’d worn through her shift today.

When she’d removed her socks, her boss waved her closer, to his side of the table, and made room for her between his chair and the desk. Condescendingly, he patted the desk with his hand, indicating that he wanted her to sit in front of him.

“Now for the real show…”, he said with a low voice. His gaze was loaded with expectation, and Valeria easily noticed that a big bulge had formed in his pants.

“… pull your panties to the side, baby…”, he drawled. She hated that. Being called “[i]baby[/i]” or “[i]babe[/i]”.
“… and play with yourself…”.

She did. With one hand she pulled the small string of cloth out of the way, as the other snaked down her belly and found her intimates. She was relieved that she wasn’t already wet, but the situation was indeed getting to her. Her young sex was extremely hot and welcomed the attention of her small hand and fingers.

This was new for her. Or, at the very least, different from what she was used to, where a camera and a screen distanced her from her spectators. Now her boss sat less than two feet from her uncovered crotch and watched her touch herself. It felt… scary.

As she expected (and feared), she soon began to moisten from her practiced fingers’ administration between her legs. Watching her boss begin to fondle his erect cock through the cloth of his pants didn’t help. On the contrary, it made her more embarrassed and warmer. It felt dirty… in a good way… and she hated herself for it.

Much to her despair, he shortly after unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper. She had feared this and wanted desperately to run away from him. But how could she? If she did, he would undoubtedly take back the money and cancel the deal. Let her deal with her troubles alone. She had to endure it…

Thinking back, she had only seen a real-life penis twice: once, when she was a kid, and she happened to see a drunk guy relieve himself on a street corner and secondly, when her last boyfriend, who took her virginity, stood from the bed to find a condom. The other time, she’d been with a boy, she never actually saw his manhood; she only felt it under the covers.

On screen, she’d seen many. She estimated that she might have seen over two hundred different cocks throughout her time as a webcam model; long, short, fat, thin, straight, bended, circumcised, uncircumcised, pale, dark, wrinkled, smooth, and every variety in between. None, however, had made her so uneasy, as the one presented before her at this moment. It was average size, but it pointed menacingly at her. It was real and she didn’t have the safety of a screen.

“Come here, baby… get down on your knees…”

Slowly, reluctantly, she did as told. Her education depended on it. Once her knees touched the floor, and her buttocks rested on her feet, her boss placed his hand behind her head and pulled her closer to him. To his erect thing.

“… open your mouth, now… please me with it…” His voice was thick and husky from excitement, almost unrecognizable to her.

She closed her eyes in defeat and gave way to the insisting male organ, which prodded and pushed against her lips. She almost panicked, as the head of his cock pushed against the roof of her mouth and threatened to make her gag. This was an entirely new area for her, but she had a bad feeling that she in time would become very familiar with pleasuring her boss like this.

“… Nnngh! Careful with your teeth, bitch!”

She started to remove herself from him to object against the degrading word, but he just held her against him, forcing her to keep his hardness in her mouth. Tears welled forth from her eyes, and she stopped fighting him. Did as she was told and tried to avoid touching him with her teeth.

“… yeeess, that’s right… treat me good, and I will help you out… understand?” She nodded carefully, making sure not to let go of his manhood.

She was sucking a man’s cock. Not by choice, but because she had to. Because she didn’t have any other options. She didn’t like it, didn’t like the taste, and she constantly feared that the tip would reach her sensitive throat and make her vomit. This was a whole new level of being objectified, different from the objectification she experienced, when she performed on camera.

Although this being her first time sucking a real cock, she wasn’t completely without experience. Many visitors demanded her to perform felatio on dildos, to pretend it was the real thing, and occasionally she was asked to do it sloppy, drooling and spitting all over the place. She was disgusted by it, making a mess with saliva on a plastic toy. Stupid.
This, however, was something entirely different. The cock in her mouth was warm, soft and it pulsed in response to her oral service. It felt alive, and she felt obliged to pleasure it, make it happy, as if it was an extension of her boss’ commanding demeanour. Instinctively, she increased her effort, hoping to satisfy it, to satisfy him, and maybe put an early end to her hardships.

But the recipient of her service had other plans. He could hardly contain his excitement, as he without warning pushed his hardness further into Valeria’s mouth a few last times, dangerously provoking her gag reflex, before he withdrew himself and stood from the office chair. With an insensitive yank he pulled her up from the floor, placing her in front of him.

“Have you fucked before?” His rude words hit her like a kick to the head. She just nodded, which made him smile.

“Of course, you have… a horny slut like you can’t wait to get some cock in her pussy…” Her cheeks burned in anger and embarrassment. How dared he call her a slut?

She didn’t have much time to stay angry, as her boss carelessly grabbed the elastic band of her panties and pulled them to the floor. Panic rose again. She felt trapped between the desk and the man, twenty years her senior, who just stepped closer. He placed his warm hands on her waist and pushed her backwards, until she involuntarily sat on the hard, wooden surface.

A faint gasp escaped her lips, as her boss forced her legs apart and moved in between them. She didn’t want to… but she’d agreed to do it. In a way. She had to hold up her end of the deal. She knew fighting him would be futile and she just powerlessly accepted him and looked the other way. She felt him move closer, pushing her thighs further apart, and after a little fumbling she felt the unmistakable sensation of something hot and hard trying to gain entry.

Then he hit home. It wasn’t painful – she was way too wet for that – but the sudden intrusion was uncomfortable and unwelcome. She closed her eyes, as he with an uncharming gasp of pleasure leaned in and began slobbering on her exposed neck. She had little time to adjust and get used to the older guy’s assault before he established a slow rhythm of slow, deep thrusts in her young body.

Her young treacherous body. She was experiencing one of a woman’s worst nightmares, being forced to offer her body in exchange for a man’s help, forced to prostitute herself and become a whore to her boss. And she had no escape, no way out. She was dependent on this man’s help, [i]needed[/i] to please him anyway she could to make sure that he would fix her problems. She was trapped. Enslaved by her lack of choice.

But her stupid, perverted body obviously didn’t mind. On the contrary, being controlled and taken advantage of in this situation seemed to fuel her own excitement. She was helpless, unable to stop him from using her, and she was embarrassed that she couldn’t stop herself from getting off from it.

It was those sick fantasies again. Her mind made them seem so real and made her cum so hard… but this time it was real. She was actually rendered helpless, this particular sick situation becoming her real life. The thought of her predicament being more than just a figment of her fantasy… fuck!

Her boss’ greedy hands grabbed her thighs tighter, enabling him to push himself hard and deep into her. Just one time. And it made her cum. Like a freight train on fire. He grunted and grumbled with a satisfied smile, while he relished the feel of her small teen body convulsing in his arms, inadvertently pleasuring him even more.

“… such a good slut… you have no idea how tight and delicious you are on my big cock…” He made that wolf grin again, and she knew he was already devouring her. She was his to relish now.

He fucked her harder now, faster. Like nothing before she felt like an object now. A thing designed to pleasure this man. A fucktoy. The thought made her head swoon again, made her dizzy. She could do nothing but sit on the edge of the desk and let him use her pussy as he pleased.

Soon she was close again. “That damn, fucked up body!”, she thought, but then he let go of her, and the climax subsided. He helped her down from the desk and hazily she half expected it to be over, however, he just spun her around and made her bend over the desk. With one hand he crushed her against the cool surface and with the other he guided his hard manhood back into her.

The feeling of being trapped was much more tangible now. Even if she wanted to, she was unable to get up and away from him, as he pinned her down and made any attempt at escaping impossible. She could only hope that he didn’t hurt her and continue to be his unwilling plaything.

This position allowed Valeria’s boss to sink even deeper into her. Every time he pushed against her, she moaned from the unusual feeling of being filled completely. Before long, her eyes closed hard, as the muscles of her inexperienced vagina began to contract again.

“… Fuck! Did I say that you could cum again, bitch? I can’t believe you are such a horny slut, who so readily cums from being fucked by her boss…”

His words stung, but she was preoccupied by the electric currents elicited by the thrusting cock in her quivering lower body. Finally, when he unexpectedly grabbed her around her throat, she yelled out loud, making both of them jump in surprise, and she was overwhelmed by a new climactic wave.

She must’ve passed out, as she suddenly woke up to the realisation that it wasn’t a dream. Her boss was still fucking her, holding her lower body in a vice with his hands clenched around her waist and his cock thrusting in and out of her like a jackhammer. She was becoming tender and exhausted from being abused like this, and she just lay there, bent over the desk, and waited for him to finish.

After what felt like an eternity, he picked up the pace and finally pushed himself to the hilt, emptying himself copiously in her. Despite everything, she couldn’t keep herself from moaning and relishing the feeling of him depositing his seed inside her, making his satisfaction evident to her. She hated that she couldn’t suppress her body’s instinctive reactions to him.

Worn out and defeated, she just laid still, allowing him to push back and forth inside her and push the last drops of semen into her available womb. Only now she came to think of protection, but she felt dull and indifferent towards the potential issue. Right now, she just wanted to go home.

She had her first taste of sperm, when she a moment later was guided back down on her knees and her boss pushed his semi-flaccid member into her mouth. She was told to suck him clean and she did.

“As a matter of fact, I think I need you to “assist” me tomorrow as well. Come to my office after work and bring that schoolgirl outfit you sometimes use for your shows…”

Valeria glared at him. How did he know about that? Usually, only the administrators did sample surveillance of her chat and performance, and she felt certain that her boss wasn’t allowed to watch her, when she was working. Had he been keeping an eye on her…?

She just nodded in agreement. What choice did she have?

They dressed in silence, but as she turned to leave his office, he indiscreetly cleared his throat and grinned in amusement.

“Don’t forget the money for the down payment, baby… Or do you want to do this for free?”

When she sat back in the seat of the noisy bus, she could still make out her boss’ unpleasant chuckle in her mind. She desperately tried to think of something else to block it out, but it was impossible. At least she’d found a solution to her predicament, and for the time being she could continue to study. She put a hand in her bag, and when she touched her purse, it rustled from the large bundle of notes, she’d picked up from the desk. Her boss’ unflattering chuckle returned to her mind and she sighed in annoyance.
Historien fortsætter under reklamen

From the corner of her eye she noticed a middle-aged man staring at her, and she was momentarily disgusted. But then she felt an unwelcome, familiar tingle…

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  1. Hr. Gentofte

    05/08/2020 kl 11:29

    Kommer den på dansk? Tak

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