Professors Little Pet

RENEE

‘Yes, Dylan, fuck me harder.’

‘You like it when I fuck you hard?’

‘Oh yesssss… Oh yesssss Dylan…’

I shut my eyes tightly, a whimper escaping my lips as I tried to block the taunting memories in my head. The memory was clear as day.

Even as I closed my eyes now, I was hit with the illicit image of Dylan, my longtime boyfriend of four years, cheating on me with a blonde-haired bimbo in our bed.

I’d found him fucking her on the bed we shared for years in our joint apartment. When I arrived home, the first thing I saw when I stepped into the building were clothes flung haphazardly, strewn around in the living room.

Following the trail, picking up the bra and panties I’d seen on the way, I kept trying to tell myself that my worst nightmare was not about to happen. But then I heard screams and pleasure-filled echoes coming from my room, and I froze. Our room… Instantly, the steady pounding of my heartbeat increased, my chest tightening as a tear found its way down my cheek.

Soft moans had drifted through the apartment, along with the small creaky sounds of our rickety old bed, and at first I stood like a statue, unmoving. The shock had my whole body paralyzed, and my jaw dropping, I stood close to the slightly open door, desperately looking for the courage to peek inside the room.

I inhaled and exhaled slowly, and after a while, my breathing steadied itself as I inhaled once more. I placed my hand on the doorknob, and after peeping into the room, my eyes met with the worst and most shocking sight.

Dylan hadn’t noticed my presence as he’d been so deeply engrossed in the sexual activity, and as for the woman with him, she was busy stroking her clit, her moans loud and throaty. She continued to urge Dylan as he pumped in and out of her pussy while I watched, and that’s when I’d lost it..

“Shit!” I cursed, the tears at the back of my eyes drying up and my lids opening instantly. What the hell was wrong with me? I was already getting wet imagining them together. Now I was ashamed and embarrassed.

The drinks I’d been having since I stepped into this bar with Nicole were getting to my head I blinked twice, pushing away the image of Dylan’s cheating ass, and instead, I chugged the whiskey down my throat, grimacing bitterly at the harsh burn.

I was heartbroken, sad, and fucking horny as hell. I now hated my meek and holy lifestyle. If I’d been bratty, surely I would’ve gotten someone to fuck the shit out of me. That would’ve probably cleared my head of all the memories of Dylan. But I had no one.

I didn’t have a fling or a hook-up, as I’d been faithful to Dylan all these years.

Even though I was at a bar, I wouldn’t say I liked the idea of picking a random stranger to go home with and never see again. I would be a ‘slut.’ That’s what Dylan called me when he’d finished fucking that woman, and they’d caught me staring.

Without a slightest bit of remorse on his face, Dylan had given me an evil smirk and told me right to my face that he’d done everything on purpose because I didn’t satisfy him sexually. What a prick!

While he was dressing up casually, he’d bluntly told me that I’d been neglecting him by working my ass off day and night and not making time for him.

His words went; thus, ‘I’m sorry you had to see this, Renee. But I wanted you to. I’ve been sex-starved these past few weeks, and you did nothing about it. Even after I complained! So, I had to look for an alternative and satisfy myself. Dare I say she did well, and I hope this teaches you a lesson, you slimy slut. I still love you, but I can’t continue jerking off every morning in the shower when I have a girlfriend who….’

He’d continued spewing trash, and it’d taken all my strength not to walk over to where he was and smack him square and hard in the face. But I composed myself.

At first, I didn’t give him the reaction he was expecting, as I kept mute, and disappointment had flashed in his blue eyes. As for the stupid bitch by his side, she was still lying on the bed. She stared at me with a haughty look while rubbing her tits, her legs wide open, and slowly stroking her clit with her legs wide open.

A tear had fallen from my face at long last and clutching my purse without so much as a word, I whirled around and scampered out of the house, humiliation and disgrace coursing through me. Now….

“Oh Renee, don’t tell me these tears streaming down your face are still because of that self-centered, egotistical prick?” Nicole, my best friend asked, and I just sighed sadly.