Valerie Dewhurst

"WHAT A LOVELY BLOUSE that is, miss," the shopkeeper said in his clipped accent as he handed Valerie two wrapped spanakopita over the high deli counter. He was a middle-aged Lebanese man, and his two twenty-something sons worked in the family bakery-slash-restaurant as well. They weren't in sight at the moment, though; there was just kindly Mr. Haddad approving of an article of Valerie's clothing.Approving.... That was Valerie's signal."Do you like it?" Valerie said. "I can show you a better view."Her blouse was already provocatively unbuttoned, to display the top of her cleavage. The loose blouse material fell into eye-catching folds on her smooth skin, creating sinuous shadows that invited the imagination to ruminate on the breasts concealed by that darkness.Valerie set her package down and undid another button on the blouse, shrugging her shoulders so that the silky cloth slid down around them like an off-the-shoulder dress. The front of the blouse slid down, too, gliding over the curve of her breasts...Mr. Haddad's eyes became wide as saucers. The young miss wasn't wearing a bra!..Revealing the dark areola, a stark contrast with the skin surrounding it, and finally slipping just below her left nipple.The right remained covered. Marcus had ordered Valerie to show her nipples to any man who approved of her dress; his frat brother Joe had modified that, with Marcus' approval, to showing only one nipple. Joe explained that while displaying both her nipples would rightfully display her wantonness, displaying only one would appear to be laziness or a mistake and thus be more properly humiliating for her.Joe had a bit of a sadistic streak, it seemed Mr. Haddad reddened. "Miss..." he said. "Your shirt..." Valerie smiled. "It's okay. That's what I'm here for.""What?""You liked the blouse; I'm showing you the blouse. Notice the way the fabric drapes." With her fingertips, she caressed the seam from the collar next to her neck down to where it met its other seam in a V, near the bottom of her breastbone."Miss! I didn't mean to offend. I know you are a modern career woman. You are a respected professor at the university."Mr. Haddad came out from behind the counter. The baggy khakis he wore were enormously tented in the front. Despite his protests, he was turned on. Or, in Marcus' words, "express-ing interest." And anyone expressing interest was to leave Valerie's presence happy and fulfilled, whatever it took.Why did I run errands today? Valerie thought. It was a tough decision, because to go out and about risked winding up in situations like this one. But she had a party to get ready for later, and she wasn't sure what condition she'd be in tomorroW — or the next day. The party was at Marcus and Joe's fraternity house. Valerie hadn't even seen the place yet, but she was, Marcus assured her, the guest of honor. She'd better be. Marcus had ordered her to go, age difference notwithstanding. She was a professor, he a college student in her class. And despite their age difference — he was in his 20s, she was old enough to wonder what she was doing with a man in his 20s — Marcus had quickly flipped the balance of power between them in his favor with a combination of his sex-fueled charm and his faux-innocent speculation of what an affair with a student might do to Valerie's reputation and livelihood. Especially when that student had the connections Marcus had, always vague but with intimations of criminality or great power.At least Marcus had promised no stereotypical fraternity shenanigans, like togas or panty raids. There would be a formal dinner, and the thought of being the guest of honor made Valerie smile. Now that she knew him and Joe, he thought she'd like to meet the rest of the frat too.Plus, there would be entertainment. What it was, Marcus wouldn't say. But he assured her it would be, in his words,"entertaining.""Oh, don't worry," she said to Mr. Haddad. "It's my pleasure to make sure you are happy." She thought longingly of Mr.Haddad's strapping adult sons, with their olive skin and fine bone structure, long muscles flexing when they hefted heavy bags of flour around the bakery. Now weren't those two a pair.Mr. Haddad, on the other hand, was developing a paunch, his hair had gone mostly gray, and he had apparently never adopted the deodorant habit. On his offspring the musk was less off-putting than it was intriguing: on them it was the smell of sweat; of a hard job well done; of strong young men.On Mr. Haddad it was not as pleasant a smell, but Valerie reminded herself that he had produced those fine young men, and that he had always been kind to her. She would take care of his needs because he was the one here, and he was the one clearly needing her assistance, and that was what Marcus had told her to do."Your pleasure, Miss?""Yes. I must satisfy you in any way you desire." This was a phrase Marcus had made her memorize. In spite of herself, she was excited. The local shopkeeper! What would people think if they knew what she was doing right now? Her pussy suddenly felt a lot wetter than it did a few minutes ago. She was aware of her one covered nipple, now hard, rubbing against the silky blouse. She was even more aware of the nudity of her exposed nipple.Mr. Haddad stood a bit straighter, no longer reticent about his erection. "In any way?" he repeatedIt had been Joe's idea to tell her what to do if anyone didn't comprehend that she was a total slut to be used by them however they fucking pleased. Those were his words. Valerie hiked up her short skirt, exposing her vulva. She fingered herself, circling her clitoris. It was a little nub, not in its engorged state, but her arousal shot up several paces anyway. She made sure to gaze into Mr. Haddad's eyes while doing so. It was the rules. And she replied, slowly, "In any and every way."With that settled, Mr. Haddad was all business. "Then please, miss, come back here." He ushered her to his side of the counter. It was tall, about chest-height for Valerie, and nearly three feet deep. The back of the counter had shelves holding shop paraphernalia, except the area under the cash register, which was open.Thank goodness. At least behind the counter she was no longer exposed to the bakery's picture-window storefront. She wondered how many people had walked by that naked glass in just the short time she'd been in there. How many had seen her unbutton her blouse? How many had seen her finger herself for Mr. Haddad's eyes? It was a common shopping day in a neighborhood known for its foot traffic, so the number was likely high. Even now from behind the counter, she saw a constant stream of people walking by.Mr. Haddad still had not touched her, not even brushed against her. "Please, miss," he said, and pointed to the open area under the counter. It was as if he were showing her where an item was. "On your knees."Valerie crouched beneath the counter, and got on her hands and knees, her ass facing him. She wondered if she should flip up the short skirt or not. While she was relieved that apparently all the kindly bakery owner wanted was a quickly doggy-style fuck, at the same time she was filled with nervousness.She'd exposed herself — discreetly, she hoped — to strangers before on Marcus' orders. She'd never let one of them use her before. What would it be like? The tenting of those khakis promised a cock that might be a challenge to take....

"No," Mr. Haddad said. "Face me, slut, and on your knees." That was new. The shopkeeper had never called her slut be-fore. She turned around and sat up to a kneeling position. Was she really doing this? And doing it for Marcus?"Now, miss, let's be sure of one thing. I can do whatever I want?""Yes. That is what my owner has instructed. Whoever uses me may do anything that doesn't cause lasting harm." Valerie felt robotic repeating that, and the feeling was multiplied by the coolness she had heard in Mr. Haddad's voice.Mr. Haddad chuckled. "Owner, hmm?"He slapped her.It shocked her so much that she barely registered Mr. Had-dad unzipping his pants. Marcus had slapped her once, and it seemed Mr. Haddad did so for the same reason: because he could. Her cheek stung, the warmth radiating in tune with the warmth in her pussy."Then you'll keep that mouth on my cock, whore. You don't want to find out what happens if you don't. And don't make me come until I am ready.""How will I know when you're ready?"He slapped her again.So that was how.And wasn't it funny, how just a few minutes ago, he was serving her?Mr. Haddad held his erect penis around the base of the shaft, and stroked it in a few long, yanking motions, pulling the foreskin forward and then back fully taut. His cock was longer and thicker than either Marcus' or Joe's, and dark tan.And it was right near eye level, or mouth level, depending on whether Valerie sat back on her heels or not. Valerie guessed she wouldn't be sitting back on her heels. Which character would you chat as?