All Chapters of The Obsession: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Teresa The time had come. The hands of the clock were almost at midnight and I could tell my time as Cinderella was up. We were headed to campaign headquarters and although I was happy and bright on the surface, that image was brittle. Inside, I was a mess, a teary-eyed, poor immigrant girl, knowing that the pumpkin chariot was just that … a pumpkin. But Matt didn’t have to know. I’d secretly packed my bags earlier that day, taking only the things that I’d brought. The dresses, the heels, the things that he’d bought for me, I’d stashed in a closet downstairs. And almost broken down when I saw what else was in the closet … multitudes of evening gowns, furs, even jewelry, in all sizes, leftovers from his previous relationships. Because that was what I was, right? Just a figment of the past. I was someone he’d hired, someone he’d paid to soften his image as he campaigned, and it had worked, I could feel it in the energy of his staff, the buzz at headquarters, even the elation tha

Chapter TwoThe door opened quietly.Elena stepped inside and closed it behind her. She was still in the black uniform from earlier, the skirt a little wrinkled from the long day, the top button of the blouse undone the way it always was when she thought no one was looking. Her hair had come further loose. A dark strand lay against her cheek.She stood just inside the doorway, hands folded in front of her the way the agency had taught her.“You asked for me, Mr. Kane?”Alexander didn’t move from the chair. The robe was still closed, but barely. The hard length of him pressed against the silk, obvious if she looked. He kept his eyes on her face.“Come closer.”She walked across the rug until she was a few feet from the chair. Close enough that he could smell the faint scent of the kitchen soap still on her hands and the warmer smell of her skin underneath.He looked at her for a long moment. Then he spoke, voice

“Ummph!” I moaned as the man drilled me from behind.  I shook with pleasure, naked on all fours, my legs spread as I took the man in my puss, pink bits dripping wet, my mouth stuffed full with another man’s cock in front.      The alphas groaned as they reamed me, their pecs tight, their faces strained, seeking ecstasy in my body.  And the pace picked up.        “Umph!  Umph!  Umph!” I squealed as my cunny was reamed.  True to form, Lexington in back of me was first, giving it up as his dick trembled and shook in my body, spurting great reams of semen.      “Shit!” screamed the director.  “Stop!  Stop!  That was the money shot!  What were you thinking, how could you come in her?”      But Lex wasn’t listening, he was too busy pulsing into my body, jets of cum coating my ovaries, filling me so full that jizz trailed out between our bodies.  Meanwhile, Peter did better.  Pulling out of my mouth in a rush, he stroked himself rapidly, his hand lik

Whatever.  These platitudes and old sayings were too much to bear, they just made people feel worse without actually being helpful.        “Fine Mom, I will,” I said shortly, ending the conversation.  But my mind had already turned to other things because right now, I just needed money.  I’d been living on Jake’s largesse for the past couple months, reveling in a luxurious lifestyle and clearly that was over.  But I couldn’t bear going back to being a penniless grad student either, so I began calling around.        I’d seen an ad in the student paper for a modeling gig a few days back, and I knew I was photogenic.  Maybe I’d check that out, it’d beat being a teaching assistant or some waitress job for sure.       “Hi, I’m inquiring about the modeling job I saw in Craigslist,” I dialed the number.  “The one where the girls promote a premium craft beer?”      “Oh right,” said the disembodied voice on the other end.  “Are you five two and La

  It was a little intimidating at first, my legs open, the camera guys circling 360 degrees.  I felt uncomfortable, those guys could see right up my snatch, my wet pussy oiled up and lubed!  But they were total professionals, not batting an eye, and I told myself they saw naked girls all the time – I was just the latest in a long line.  And so I sank into the work, smiling, hissing, working my body, letting it all hang out, reveling in my youth and beauty.      In all, I didn’t do much, it was probably only a week’s work total.  Seven days of nude photo work, my cunny and breasts on display.  Thinking back, if I hadn’t been so hard up for cash, with no friends, no money, and no fiancé, I don’t think it would have happened.  I probably would have just mooched off my latest victim, taking him for all he was worth.      I shouldn’t have done it, I know that now, I was young and stupid, poor and in a bad place.  But now there were nudies of me out there … and I didn’