She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother

Chapter 461: Peeping Tom(2)

Ayla Thompson sat there, thighs pressed together, breathing still uneven.

The sounds from inside the office hadn’t stopped. If anything, they had grown even more intense... wet, rhythmic slapping, the creaking of the desk, and Natalia Steele’s broken, ecstatic moans that sent shameful jolts straight to her core.

Ahh—! Yes—! Harder—!! I’m cumming again—!!"

Ayla’s heart hammered wildly. This was already the seventh time... or was it the eighth? She had lost count. Natalia was on the edge once more, screaming shamelessly for more as her voice cracked with overwhelming pleasure.

The powerful, elegant woman Ayla had admired for years was reduced to begging like a desperate slut.

And then it came.

A hoarse, filthy plea that made Ayla’s stomach twist with shock and unwanted heat.

"Please... I want it all in my mouth—!! Fill my throat—!!"

Ayla shivered violently.

The words hit her like a lightning strike. She could vividly imagine the scene behind the door... the elegant, powerful Natalia Steele on her knees, looking up with those glowing red eyes, mouth open, tongue out, begging like a desperate whore for the young student’s cum.

The image burned itself into Ayla’s mind.

Natalia’s flushed face, her messy hair, her heavy breasts heaving, her swollen lips wrapped around his cock as she demanded every last drop down her throat.

Ayla’s thighs clenched hard. A fresh wave of heat flooded between her legs, soaking her already ruined panties even more. Her breathing turned ragged, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest.

Oh god...

She couldn’t take it anymore.

She really wanted to see it. She wanted to open that door and watch with her own eyes as the woman she admired was reduced to this... on her knees, begging, swallowing cum like a addicted slut.

But she couldn’t.

With trembling fingers, she lifted her wrist and checked her watch.

Her eyes widened.

’It’s already been more than one hour...’

The realization hit her like a bucket of cold water. She had been sitting here, lost in her own filthy thoughts and actions, for well over sixty minutes.

Ayla swallowed hard, face burning with fresh shame.

’She told me to inform her after one hour... right?’

It wasn’t disobedience. Not really. She was just doing what Natalia had ordered her to do. That was all. She wasn’t interrupting for no reason. She was simply... fulfilling her duty.

’Yes. That’s it.’

She stood up on shaky legs, smoothing down her skirt with both hands, painfully aware of the damp mess between her thighs. Her heart pounded violently in her chest as she took a hesitant step toward the door.

Her hand hovered in the air for several long seconds, trembling.

’Just knock. Tell her the time is up. That’s all.’

Taking a deep, shaky breath, Ayla finally knocked on the door... three soft, hesitant taps.

The moment her knuckles touched the wood, she regretted it. Her face flushed even deeper as she quickly stepped back, clasping her hands in front of her, trying to look as composed and professional as possible despite the wetness still soaking her panties and the lingering scent of her own arousal.

She waited, ears straining, heart racing wildly.

The sounds inside the office had suddenly gone quiet.

Seconds stretched into a full minute.

Then... footsteps.

Heavy, calm footsteps approaching the door from inside.

Ayla’s breath caught in her throat. She quickly straightened her posture, trying to look professional, but her hands were trembling at her sides.

The door clicked.

It swung open.

And standing there, completely naked, was Alexander Hale.

The same young student she had seen earlier with Natalia was now standing right in front of her.

Ayla’s eyes instinctively lowered... and then froze.

He was completely naked.

Her eyes widened in pure, horrified disbelief as they landed on Alex’s exposed body. His muscular chest, toned abs, and especially the thick, heavy cock hanging between his legs... still semi-hard, glistening with wetness, and unmistakably used.

’Oh my god, what is this...? A monster?’ she screamed internally.

Ayla’s face turned deathly pale, then flushed bright red in an instant. Her mouth fell open, but no words came out. She couldn’t stop her gaze from dropping for a split second to his thick cock before snapping back up to his face.

’So this is why Natalia was screaming this much...’ she thought, a sharp pang of envy twisting in her chest. ’Now it makes sense why she went this far for this student...’

Her mind was reeling. This was the boy Natalia had brought into the office. The one she had cleared the entire area for. The one whose name Natalia had been screaming just minutes ago.

Alex looked at her with a calm, slightly amused expression. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he noticed her shocked state and the way her eyes had darted downward for that brief moment.

He didn’t bother covering himself.

He simply stood there in the doorway, completely naked, letting her stare. A faint, amused smirk played on his lips as he watched her reaction.

Ayla’s face burned with embarrassment. She quickly looked away, trying desperately to compose herself. Her heart was racing, her mind still reeling from the sight of his thick cock and the obvious evidence of what had just happened inside.

She swallowed hard, forcing her voice to work.

"Sir... I think it’s been over an hour now," she said quietly, her voice slightly shaky. "Mr. Brennan will come any time..."

She looked at him hopefully, praying he would accept the excuse.

To her surprise, Alex simply smiled.

"Come in," he said casually, stepping aside and leaving the door open.

Ayla stood frozen for a second, shocked. She hadn’t expected him to actually invite her inside. Her legs felt weak, but she took a hesitant step forward, then another, walking into the office with her head slightly lowered.

The moment she stepped inside, the heavy scent of sex hit her like a wave... musk, sweat, and something sweet and feminine.

Her eyes widened as she took in the scene.

Natalia Steele was leaning against the desk, completely naked except for her black stockings and heels. Her hair was a mess, her lips swollen, and thick strands of cum still clung to her chin and breasts. Her thighs were glistening, and the desk beneath her was visibly wet.

Ayla’s breath caught in her throat.

Natalia slowly turned her head and looked at her. Even in her disheveled, cum-covered state, the woman carried an undeniable aura of power and satisfaction. Her glowing red eyes met Ayla’s for a brief moment, and the corner of her lips curved into a small, knowing smile.

Ayla felt a violent shiver run down her spine the moment Natalia’s glowing red eyes turned toward her.

The hair on the back of her neck stood up. There was something primal and dangerous in that gaze — a mixture of satisfaction, possessiveness, and raw dominance that made Ayla feel completely exposed.

Before she could say anything, Natalia slowly pushed herself off the desk and walked over to Alex. She clung to him like he was the only thing that mattered in the world — pressing her naked, cum-stained body tightly against his side, one arm wrapped around his waist, her heavy breasts squishing against his arm. Her head rested possessively on his shoulder as she looked at Ayla with half-lidded, glowing eyes.

A small, wicked smile curved Natalia’s swollen lips.

"Clean everything," she ordered calmly, her voice still hoarse but carrying absolute authority. "The desk, the floor... every drop."

Ayla’s throat went dry. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Natalia’s hand slowly slid down Alex’s body until she wrapped her fingers around his thick, glistening cock. She gave it a slow, lazy stroke, showing it off proudly as it twitched in her grip.

"I knew you were dying for this cock while standing outside the door," Natalia purred, her voice dripping with amusement and dark delight. She stroked him again, letting Ayla see how her hand couldn’t even fully wrap around his girth.

"Look at it... still so hard even after filling my throat. You were listening to every moan, weren’t you? Touching yourself like a desperate little slut while I got fucked."

Ayla’s face burned with humiliation. She couldn’t deny it. Her soaked panties and trembling legs gave her away completely.

Natalia’s smile widened as she continued stroking Alex’s cock right in front of her.

"But..."

Natalia’s fingers continued to stroke Alex’s thick, glistening cock slowly and possessively, displaying it proudly in front of Ayla.

She looked at the trembling woman with a arrogant, satisfied smile.

"Only I can have this now," Natalia declared, her voice dripping with smug superiority. She gave his cock a firm, deliberate squeeze, making it twitch in her hand.

"This magnificent cock belongs to me. You can listen to me getting fucked... you can even touch yourself while hearing it... but you will never get to taste it. Never get to feel it. This is mine."

Ayla stood frozen, unable to speak, her face burning with a mixture of shame and unwanted arousal.

Natalia turned her head toward Alex, looking up at him with adoring, half-lidded eyes. Her voice softened into something almost sweet, yet still laced with arrogance.

"Am I right, Alex?" she asked, gently stroking him as she spoke.