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Tell her to be my whore

Autor: Liptu
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-07-23 04:43:23

Argh! This must definitely be the universe's way of punishing me but already? For fucking my father's bestfriend because trust me Aaron Adams was a disaster you should never pray for anytime,any day.

 He was the one heading the elite handsome boys squad in our college, the cocky son of Mrs. Adams,like mother like son.

Just last week, Aaron who the.entire school knew as the most arrogant of the four kings in St. Augustine private college of California,had asked me out right in front of the whole class with a bouquet of my favourite flowers! I didn't know how he knew they were my favourite. But I had taken the bouquet like a good girl and crushed it beneath my left foot as I heard the whole lecture hall gasp in a deafening horror. No one was supposed to mess with the Adams kid and go scot free but I did and I'd been walking freely.

Aaron was nothing but a  manipulating man whore, just a week prior,I found him fingering a girl in the female's toilet, two days ago,two girls in the school's library were moaning his name, one was grabbing his cock and sucking like a goddamn bitch and the other kept kissing him making stupid sounds that almost made me puke, and the fun of it? No one could ever suspend him or expel him from school simply because his mother, the snobbish socialite,Mrs. Adams was the school's biggest sponsor.

He used to be my crush in my freshman year which even the roaches and the rats in the school knew, he never for once acknowledged me and if he did? It was to scorn me for being poorly dressed despite coming from a rich home which justified the students’ gasps when he asked me out. but everything changed when I got to know he put his dick in just any hole. 

He was hot, yeah I'd give him that but hey….I wasn't into man whores, would never be. But what would I call myself now that I just fucked my father's best friend?

I was brought back to reality by the voice of Aaron,  a shocking reminder that someone, not just anyone had caught me in the act. I had just needed my release, was that too much to ask?

"Well,well, well," Aaron drawled,his voice dripping with sarcasm.  "I came here to surprise my favourite little ice queen, but I think I'm the one who got the surprise. "

"Aaron!" I shrieked, my face flushing a deep crimson. 

"What the fuck are you doing in my house? Get. Out! Get out right now!"

Aaron didn't move. He looked past me to Mr. Wade,who was hurriedly pulling on his trousers, his expression one of absolute horror. 

"Morning, Uncle Wade," Aaron said, his grin widening. "I didn't know you were such a fan of local talent. I mean,I knew you liked the finer things in life,but this? This is a whole new level of degenerate."

Mr. Wade froze,his voice trembling.  "Aaron....you.....you can't be here."

"Oh I can be wherever I want, " Aaron replied,tapping his phone screen.  "Especially when I have a front row seat to the scandal of the century.  Imagine the look on my mother's face when she sees her brother fucking his bestfriend's daughter in the most brutal way. Imagine your wife's face, Uncle.  Or better yet.....imagine Mr. Conway's face. "

The colour drained from Mr. Wade's face.  He looked like he was about to faint. "Aaron,please,I'm begging you.  Delete the video. I'll do anything. "

Aaron chuckled, a cold,sharp sound.  He turned his attention back to me, his eyes scanning my disheveled hair and the sheets clutched to my chest. 

"And here, I thought you were so pure,Jessica, Aaron whispered, stepping into the room. "The girl who smashes flowers.  The girl who's too good for the bad boy. Turns out you're just a little slut for older men tsk.tsk. tsk."

"Shut up!" I yelled,tears of frustration and fear stinging my eyes. "Leave us alone!"

"Now,now,let's not be rude," Aaron said, his voice suddenly smooth. He walked to the edge of the bed looming over me. "I'm a reasonable guy. I don't actually want to ruin Uncle Wade's home. I mean,the drama would be delicious, but I think I can find a better use for this levarage."

"Exactly what is it you want  you prick." I whispered, my voice shaking. 

Aaron leaned in,his scent, something expensive and oppressive filling my space.  "I want what I've wanted since freshman year. I want your pussy."

I wanted to slap him, but that would be too bold a move for my current situation. 

I recoiled instead.  "No. Never."

"Wrong answer," Aaron snapped, holding the phone up.  "One click, Jess.  One upload to the school forum, one email to your dad and your life is freaking over. Your dad loses his reputation, Uncle Wade loses his family, and you.....well,you become the school's favourite piece of meat."

"You're nothing but a monster," I hissed.

"I'm a businessman," he corrected.  "Here are the terms. Simple and easy. First, you accept me publicly before the whole class,where you formerly rejected me. No more playing hard to get.  You tell everyone you've realized I'm the only man for you."

"I can't do that," I whispered. 

"Second," Aaron continued, ignoring me, "you belong to me. Body and soul.  Anytime I want you, anywhere I want you, you say yes.  Whether it's in the library,the locker room,or right here on this bed while your dad is in the next room. You don't say no. You don't complain.  You just take it."

I looked at Mr. Wade. He was staring at the floor,his shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Tell her to say yes to all, Wade," Aaron commanded.  "Save your skin, save your kids.  Tell Jessica Conway to be my whore."

Mr. Wade looked at me,his eyes filled with a mixture of pity and shame.  Knowing Aaron would never bluff. "Jessica.....I......I can't let this get out.  I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but you have to do it, a lot is at stake."

The betrayal stung more than Aaron's blackmail.  The man who had just given me the greatest pleasure of my life was now handing me  to a predator to save his ass.

I looked at Aaron who looked triumphant.  He knew he had won.

"Do we have a deal,Jessica?" Aaron asked, his thumb hovering over the 'send button.

I closed my eyes,a single tear rolling down my cheek. I thought of my father, his dreams of promotion, his trust in Mr. Wade. I thought of the chaos the video would cause. 

"Fine, " I whispered "I'll do it."

Aaron's smile was blinding.  He reached out and gripped my chin,forcing me to look at him.

"Good girl, " he murmured.  "I can't wait to see how you sound when I'm the one making you scream.

He turned to leave but stopped at the door, glancing back at Mr. Wade.

"By the way, Uncle? Thanks for the warm up,I'll take it from here."

As the door clicked shut behind him, I collapsed back into the pillows,the silence of the house now feeling like a tomb.  Just because of some minutes pleasure, I was no longer the owner of the reigns of my own life ,I became a prisoner in my own world.

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