2.1. Some previous considerations and clarifications on this Chapter.
Before starting this Chapter 2, I want first to make a clarification for those of you who are not regular readers of this Blog: as you will see, in this Post (as in many others) my husband Dan is mentioned several times, but he always appears let's say "on the sidelines". Then, you may be wondering, "Why do you tell so little about your sexual life with your husband Dan? Didn't you two have together any erotic adventures worth talking about?" The answer is simple: Yes! of course Dan and I have a sex life full of very erotic and amazing adventures together! But my affective and sexual life with Dan, along with my family life, is the most private thing I have, and I'm not going to share that part of my life with anyone. Also, please remember that in this Blog I talk about my sexual adventures, and Dan is not an adventure: he is my soul mate, my other half forever. Our relationship is a lifetime of deep love, and I don't share that or tell others, not even you; I'm sorry, but I'm sure you understand me.
There is another thing I also want to clarify: Through reading my Posts you can have the impression that I believe myself to be a woman with an irresistible attraction for all men: the most beautiful woman in the world, the ultimate and eternal Miss Universe. I am not like that at all; on the contrary, I have always felt very insecure about my physical appearance and that is why I have the need to be appreciated, desired, to be liked by others (I have repeated it in several Posts). I have many physical flaws: I have small boobs (except during my two post-partum periods), a big nose, my chin is also big and square, I don't have a symmetrical body and I cannot walk in a sexy way because I had an accident injuring my right leg when I was a child letting me some sequels, among others: a five inches comb-shaped long scar over my right knee, and my right leg being a little thinner and weaker than the left one as you can see in some photos if you look closely and stop looking only at my tits and pussy ; I am never spontaneously "the queen of the party". But nevertheless, I am an uninhibited slut like few others and I am proud of it.
Most of the attractive men I have met have not paid any attention to me from a sexual point of view; they have not been attracted to me. But the few attractive men who sexually desired me, and I have noticed, I have fucked most of them (as long as I didn't break any of my Six Commandments, mainly the first one: never have sex with married men) without giving it much thought, just for fun, and they form part of the adventures I tell in this Blog.
As you know from other Posts, I have no sexual inhibitions of religious origin: consensual sex between mentally healthy adults without harming third parties is morally good and spread happiness in this troubled world. And for me that is uncontestable unless you turn to powerful imaginary beings strangely obsessed with what their creations do with their cocks and pussies, but who are fine with war and gutting others in their name: absurd.
I never found Lalo (the abuser boss) physically or intellectually attractive, but he became sexually obsessed with me in a dangerous sick way and he harassed and finally caught me as the relentless cunning predator he is, and fed on my flesh at his will for six months. When I had to get used to him by force I found him just acceptable, although I must admit that his very hard, long, thin and straight cock with a bare bullet-shaped head was frankly interesting and full of possibilities. It was especially well suited for awesome anal sex for instance, but also very suitable for fucking in exotic positions because being long, hard and thin it always reaches deep inside and never hurts; Yes, reader friend, I am an expert in cocks, what can we do! It was the only part of his anatomy that I loved from the first time I felt it nailing in my pussy and impaling me incredibly deep by the ass in such a surprisingly delicious way as never before nor later (being so long, thin and hard the right verbs are to nail and to impale).
It has been one of the three cocks in all my life that have managed to produce orgasms just by impaling me in the ass, but the others was only a few times and Lalo's was many times. He was the first and only man I've ever begged (literally) to impale me again and again. Surely the transitory physical and hormonal alterations due to my recent motherhood had a lot to do with the strange, addictive and intense pleasure I felt being impaled by him.
His wasn't the best cock I've played with, but it's in the top ten, and I played with almost one hundred cocks (I hope to reach 100 in a couple years or so ) so far along my life. Lalo even had a name for his cock: "Arturo el siempre duro" which rhymes in Spanish, something like "Gerard the always hard" in English. I loved Arturo, but not his owner, and Arturo loved me and managed to make me very happy “each and every one” of the more than two hundred times that Arturo and I played together
But in summary, I wouldn't have voluntarily let myself be fucked by Lalo even if he was the last man in the Earth: he's ugly, squishy (except for a small part of his anatomy: Arturo) and sickly looking, as well as have a disgusting character. Lalo was legally separated of his wife, but we were at the workplace, which violates my second Commandment. Lalo forced me to sexually please a few times his two henchmen: Nico El Pato (The Duck) was physically repulsive and a sadist, while Nacho was downright handsome and the least evil of the three, admittedly, but they were both married, so for the first time in my life I was forced to broke my first commandment, but against my will.
In short: I would have “never” voluntarily had sex with Lalo or his two henchmen: but I was forced to, so the countless times I was hopelessly r+ped during six months, I followed Dan's wise advice and relaxed and enjoyed myself as much as I could. To r+pe is the right verb to be used here, because regardless of how much pleasure I felt or orgasms I had, I was being forced to have sex against my will.
2.2. General aspects of my time as a PhD student, from 25 to 29 years old:
To situate the readers who have not read my previous Posts. I got my MSc in a branch of science when I was 22 years old. Shortly after I turned 23, I married Dan. Within a few months Dan and I started a straight threesome relationship with a friend of him, Francis. I became his model for art and, before I was 24 Francis and I became lovers with Dan's approval and support. Besides, sporadically I had several one-night stands with strangers with the approval of Dan, especially when I was on business trips to Madrid (in this Blog you have several Posts about a few of these hook-up adventures).
[[ Image 1. In order you can get an idea of how I was physically at that time, In the two photos above in the image you can see me at the age of 25 in November at the Faculty party with other colleagues; I entered as a part-time PhD student in September. You can see that I was not dressed provocatively to work (though there I was wearing shoes with 12cm high heels ). Centre: with 26, a sunny Saturday in December having a risky exhibitionist walk with Francis at the same beach where I used to sunbathe naked when I was a student. In the lower part of the image, me posing naked when I was 27 for Francis by the countryside, in the north of Castile, during one of the weekends we spent together there, a few years later he bought a small house in a small village nearby. ]]
As has been mentioned in Chapter 1, when I was 25 years old, the large electrical Company where I was working authorized me to work only in the mornings, so that the afternoons could be dedicated to obtaining my PhD degree. At that time in Spain, this could take four to five years of hard work, and if you consider that I started dedicating only the afternoons to the doctorate, that time could be even longer.
However, I managed to find a research topic that was of interest to both the university Department and the Company. My work at the electricity Company was related to computational aspects and for this reason I contacted the university Department of my former Faculty that was more involved with computers. In this way, my work in the Company in the mornings and in the university Department in the afternoons was compatible, because, as I have mentioned, the research topic was of interest to the Company and for this reason signed a research collaboration agreement with the Department. By working hard, and with a bit of luck (in research, one proposes and follows a line of work to increase scientific knowledge on a specific topic, but the success of the research is not guaranteed), by the time I turned 30 I could have my degree in PhD hanging in the wall of my office at the Company 😊 Sounds good!
The Faculty was not big at the time, there would be about sixty professors in total (of various categories) and the atmosphere I found there when I started my PhD, a few months before I turned 26, was excellent. Everything was very calm, everyone was doing their own thing, everyone was polite, there were no infighting, they gave me a small but nice individual office near the Faculty Computing Center; that is to say: a perfect environment to study and work. I was one of the few female doctoral students; in my Department there were only three doctoral students: two guys and me, so everyone treated me very well. On the other hand, everyone there knew that I was Dan's wife, who before turned 30 had already been Full Professor (Chair Tenant), quite a record, and director of another big Department, and a person of great prestige and much loved by all. I was comfortable there, it was a quiet environment, there was peace, everyone was very polite and affable, there were no known sexual scandals or misuse of funds; In short, to put it succinctly: it was kind of a family atmosphere.
But before continuing with the main subject of this Post, and for the youngest (if anyone of them reads this, which I doubt), I should explain what a "Faculty Computing Center" was:
At that time, computers were neither like current ones nor in capacity, versatility, or speed, not to mention the physical space did they occupy. In each Department there would be perhaps one personal computer for every three professors, and those personal computers had a memory that was measured in a few Kbytes, not in Mb or Gb. For example, a 32 Kb was already a high-level unit, they used floppy-discs and the screens they were not graphic (just green text on black background, as in “Matrix&rdquo nor flat. Graphics were done, with many limitations, on paper and ink in large, slow, and expensive "plotters", and the printers wrote on paper with perforated edges (laser printers? Was that on the Death Star in Star Wars?), the operating system was DOS, and it was normally programmed in BASIC or in Fortran.
However, this personal computational capacity was insufficient for many research topics, which is why in prestigious faculties like the one I was in, there was a Computing Center in which there was a "big" computer that served all the professors in the Faculty; there was a Director of the Computing Center, who was not someone hired for that, but who used to be the professor who knew the most about computing and who also dedicated himself to other matters: his classes, his own research, etc. and it was he who organized the priorities and access times of each Department to the big computer. Those used to be Hewlett-Packard or IBM equipment with memories of maybe a few hundred Kbytes (120 or 250) and hard drives of a few Mbytes (20 Mb, 40M. They were huge pieces of equipment, the size of five large refrigerators (see image 2 at right), and they could support three or four users, who had to be there in person, since the personal computers at that time were not compatible and could not be connected remotely to the Computing Center, whose operating system was UNIX and the generalized programming language was Fortran, while the “weirdos” and snobs used PASCAL or COBOL to differentiate themselves “from the mob” (I was one of the Fortran people although I also knew BASIC and PASCAL).
[[ Image 2. In my student days I had attended teaching practices in the laboratory of that same Department, and thanks to the help of one of the janitors, Bernardo, I got access to all parts of the Faculty building (please read the Post titled: “Some more adventures from my college days; the janitor&rdquo. I had an adventure there with a student when I was in my third year of college, I was 19 years old, and later in fourth year with my fuckbuddy Nestor who took there some naked photos of me in summer before having sex in the lab when were no longer any students or teachers around. The photos were shot with the same crappy old BW photo camera he used to shoot photos of me at the nudist beach where we went together often. I have this kind of photos, and some polaroids, in quite a few laboratories and offices of the building 😉. In the five years past until I returned as a doctoral fellow, that laboratory had been modernized a lot and of those old control cabinets that you see in the photo only two remained, the rest were replaced for more sophisticated research equipment considering the time. Photo at right, a Computer Center at that time at a different university that looks like the one at the Faculty, this photo has been downloaded from the internet, look at the “monitors” and the printer feeding with paper from a cardboard box in the floor 😊 ; when printing, they made an annoying screeching noise. I don´t have photos of my student time at the Faculty Computer Centre, because then there was not such a thing. ]]
This is a bit like the current situation in universities today, all professors have a good personal computer, or more than one, in their office (and much more powerful than the "big" one back then), but if there is a Supercomputer it will be in the Faculty or in the Computing Center of the university.
Being me a doctoral student who already worked with computers in industry (instead of one we had six; with about double the capacity each one than that of the Faculty), and was me who used the center the most hours, and who knew the most about computers, so the professor who acted as the director of the computing center was delegating more and more to me, and I was the one who assigned shifts of use, schedules, proposed the extensions of the equipment, attended to the maintenance technicians, etc. That is to say that, in fact but unofficially, I was the director for all practical purposes. Regarding the schedules, the computer could be used 24 hours a day, so it was not uncommon that throughout the night there was a user who had not been able to find a better time or who was very urgent to finish something. It's not that the Computing Center was too popular either, so I tried to ensure that everyone who asked to use the computer was satisfied with the hours and times of use; in fact, while I took care of it there was no problem of note. Every year I gave a "seminar" of about 10 hours on computation for students and teachers who voluntarily wanted to attend, and the truth is that quite a few attended.
Sadly, four years later, when I was less than a year away from finishing my Doctoral Thesis, I was also "forced" to stay many nights until the wee hours of the morning, working at the Faculty, at the Computer Center... or to tell the truth: no exactly there but "in other places" outside and inside the Faculty, not alone but "with unpleasant company", and "not exactly working" but doing something that in theory should be more pleasant, but that rarely was, so after all it was like a job and one of the worst. If you have read the previous Posts, you already know what I mean.
That thing about having to stay to use the computer at night was the excuse I gave Francis for not sleeping at home (my husband Dan was absent for more than six months), or for coming back very late when those “unpleasant companies demanded it of me”. Regarding Francis, I remind you that I was his model, friend, and lover, and we lived together in my house as a couple during the six months that my husband, Dan, was absent for work: What a mess! Isn't it . Please have a look at Image 3.
[[ Image 3: At the top of the image, Francis is fucking me during one of the weekends we spent together at his home-studio when I had been a part-time doctoral student for two years: I was 27 years old; yes, you see well: Francis liked to tie me to the bed in X-cross and fuck me like that and he did it many times, I like it too 😉 please look at the photos in the Post: “Doing crazy things at a foam and lingerie party at a disco; two different versions”. At the bottom of the image, during a trio ten years after the events related in this series of Posts, so I was about 40 years old, Francis in my right grabbing my hand, shortly after this photo I thoroughly enjoyed these two handsome and well-endowed men. ]]
When I arrived at the Faculty, the director of my Department was an elderly professor, very hard-working and nice, who tried to make the work environment the best it could be, and he succeeded. He said, and rightly so, that research work is already quite difficult and demanding for, in addition to that, having to deal with defending against attacks and fighting with other colleagues at the workplace, that’s a loss of time and a waste of intellectual energy. He believed that a work environment without troubles is the best way to have good research productivity. He used to say: “In order for the oarsmen-slaves to make a galley advance quickly, they whipped them while saying: row! row! which, being morally reprehensible, has its logic. But if Einstein had been whipped by being told research! research! we would not have the Theory of Relativity”.
However, the director with all his good intentions made a big mistake. When he was about to retire, he realized that times were changing (they always change, that's nothing new, time is change) and it seemed to him that the Department needed a more active professor than those who already were there, fresh air and new ideas, someone who went out more from his office and contacted companies, to attract more doctoral students, in short, a young professor with a desire for “action”, and the others in the Department with a Full Professor level were neither young nor wanted action, they were library mice, one of them being my thesis supervisor.
In principle the idea was not bad, it seems logical: but what happened is that in terms of "action and new ideas” reality far exceeded the expectations, but that the hyperactive action we suffered was not in the field that the nice Department director expected.
So, he informed other universities that there was a position available for a young Full Professor who wanted to wake up and modernize the Department a bit. He interviewed several candidates and finally settled on a 37 years-old who came from a nearby public university and who had excellent recommendations from his Department Head, Faculty Dean, and his university Chancellor. And our director making that decision he clearly did not judge well this candidate and was wrong: he chose "Lalo" (not his real name), a wicked and cunning man, this choice was a serious mistake with disastrous consequences for many and, among others, for myself. Without knowing it the director put a hungry wolf in the middle of a flock of sheep.
2.3. The good times are over, troubles are coming.
At the time Lalo arrived in the Department, I was already full-time as a doctoral fellow, with a very good scholarship from the Company where I worked. All these issues of university politics did not interest me much, I was already well on track with my thesis and, as planned, in less than two years I would finish it, a few months before my 30th birthday (I love it when plans go well).
This "Lalo" began to work there, but I did not have any scientific field of common interest with him, so I did not care, they introduced me one day: typical courteous greeting and welcoming smile and I went back to my business. I didn't care who this Lalo was (that's what I mistakenly believed) and if he was going to put action in the environment or not, because my career was not going to be in the university, because after having my PhD I would return back to the Company. The bad thing is that I was also part of the "environment"; and part of the "action" of such Lalo was carried out by being on top of me...
As soon as he became head of Department, less than a year after his arrival, the first scientific equipment he bought was a photo-developing machine for black and white photography, settled in a small dark room in the research laboratory, and a professional full set of photography and video. It included photo lighting equipment (flashes and spotlights), photo-backgrounds and a background-projector (photos were projected on a white background, and the photographed "object" had that background behind it… or her), plus an expensive professional Nikon reflex camera and a full set of lenses, a medium-format Rolleiflex (cheaper than a Hasselblad but still professional), two Polaroid cameras, and a semi-pro Sony video camera. He commissioned to prepare a room of about 8x5 m at the back of the laboratory as a "photo-studio", at the bottom of image 2 (photo on the left). The room had the large windows you can see on the left side and was very bright. He replaced there the sunscreens you can see in the photo for more “fashionable” and cozy net curtains and thick dark gray curtains to be used in case you wanted to darken the room. A bit strange for a Science Department related to automatic and computing, don't you think? Did he intend to start a research project on fine art photography of printers and plotters?
There was also a sofa-bed at the photo studio in case someone had to stay overnight to work and would need to rest for a while; for instance, while the computer was working in the requested calculations or printing the results. Also, a little weird perhaps, but it makes some sense considering there were only two women in the Department: me and an assistant professor in her fifties and there had never been any sex scandal in the Faculty before Lalo arrived, and nobody (but himself) ever thought that it could happen.
But when Lalo arrived at the Faculty, rumors soon began to spread that he had first hooked up with Paula, a married teacher from another Department, a pretty blonde but slightly plump 45-year-old lady. Then that teacher divorced and had psychological problems, and it was commented that all of this was because of her relationship with Lalo. Months later there were also gossip that Lalo was with Silvia, a single teacher about 35 years old, and rumors said that they had been seen entering the university teachers' residence together, and even a morning they went down to have breakfast together at the residence's cafeteria. Women professors also lived in the residence and, furthermore, congresses were organized there, seminars were given, etc. so it wasn't uncommon for there to be women around, but it wasn't that there were a lot of us either.
I wasn't very interested in those gossips because I was “doing my business”, which was to work on my doctoral thesis and immediately return to the Company: I didn't have time to waste listening to gossip that didn't affect me at all (I was wrong).
By the way, I take advantage here to advance, that a few months later, when I was obliged to "visit" Lalo some afternoons at the residence I remembered all this, and we never entered or left there together, nor did I leave at suspicious hours. I used to come in about half an hour after him and leave half an hour before, and never later than 8pm. That was one of the “conditions of my surrender”, and Lalo respected it. No one suspected anything in my case.
*2.4. The early days of "Lalo" in college; the beast begins to show his wickedness
Well, obviously Lalo is the villain in this story and that wasn't his real name or nickname. Of course, so when I chose "Lalo" for him I think it was a hit, because the name fits him perfectly.
Even though all this happened thirty years ago, I am sure you understand that in this series of Posts I must be especially careful not to reveal data that allows the abusers to be recognized.
There is a Netflix series that Dan and I have just finished watching: “Better Call Saul” in which in the last two seasons a bad guy called Lalo appears: he is a boss from a drug cartel, and is an ambitious psychopath, but very intelligent and who is going up the ranks in the cartel rapidly. Physically, the Lalo of the series and “our” Lalo are nothing alike; the one in the series is handsome and fit and ours is ugly and overweight; but “ours” was or is also very intelligent, psychopathic, evil, and rising very quickly in the university without any scruples. Our Lalo pretended to be nice, although his smile was "weird", not sincere. When he got angry because something did not go according to his plans, or because someone stood up to him, he became a fearsome and ruthless beast. But it took for him nearly half a year to “shed the sheepskin” and reveal the rabid beast underneath.
Lalo was active, as said: very intelligent and ambitious (in the negative meaning of the word), and at first he approached Dan to gain influence in the Faculty, since Dan was "the reference" there as a professor and researcher, and had an enormous influence and prestige. Once, Lalo invited the two of us to dinner together with him and his wife, in the best restaurant in the town. Until then, everything was fine, polite and professional: being ambitious at work and getting close to people with influence (Dan in this case) is not necessarily a bad thing.
Immediately he also approached the Director of the Faculty for whom he ended doing all the work and favors that he asked of him, and in a short time he was appointed director of the Department where I was finishing my Doctoral Thesis, for which he became someone very influential in the Faculty and began to aspire higher and approached, with the help of the Director, to the Chancellor and the high officials of the university: a meteoric career, but with feet of clay because it was only based on his determined character and his lack of scruples. Undoubtedly the three most influential men on the Faculty at the time were, in order: the Director, Dan, and then Lalo.
No longer needing to lean on Dan, he backed away from him and even unnecessarily made a very unstylish play on him; Lalo liked to show that he had power and dare to hurt someone as powerful as Dan, even if it was very lightly. Doing that raised his already excessive self-esteem and increased his oversized ego. Dan has a lot of patience and class, and he struck back calmly and elegantly, but forcefully and of course he didn't give in to it; the other teachers saw that Lalo was not able to confront Dan and this humiliated him and caused Lalo to have an irrational and fierce hatred towards my husband.
But Lalo had a way of taking revenge on Dan that was evident: hurting me, the weak part of the couple, although he cunningly didn't attack me immediately and pretended that his fight with Dan had nothing to do with me. Anyway, from that moment on, Lalo avoided me, and if we passed each other in a corridor, he pretended not to see me; I really didn't care much.
Despite his failure attacking Dan, the rest of the professors continued to have Lalo in a panic, because he was untouchable since he relied on the Director of the Faculty, who turned a deaf ear to those who insinuated or openly said that Lalo was a scoundrel and to be careful with him; but Lalo solved many unappetizing issues for the Director, so he did nothing. The two who insisted the most not to trust him were Dan and Julian, a professor in his 50s at the time (he passed away a few years ago, what a pity: rest in peace) who greatly appreciated and admired Dan; in fact, Julian and Dan were friends and traveled together several times to England, Germany, and France to successfully obtain training and research agreements with foreign universities and companies. Julian admired and appreciated me too, first for being Dan's wife and then for being so hard-working and, in a way, he protected and supported me; He helped me a little in my thesis, although he was not my supervisor. My thesis director or supervisor was a very good scientist and a hard worker, but with very little personality, he had no backbone as they say.
About the before mentioned sex scandals in which Lalo was involved, Paula's husband found out and divorced her, so the poor girl required psychological treatment and was never the same again, but Silvia faithfully followed Lalo without complaining, she was like an abductee: a few months later I understood why of that behavior when exactly the same thing happened to me, except for the part of the public humiliation, because in my case everything was kept secret between Lalo, his two trusted henchmen and me.
Lalo got two faithful henchmen: Nacho (the handsome and not-so-bad henchman) and Nico (the sadistic one nicknamed "El Pato" -The Duck- because of his walk), both of whom were low-level teachers, not very intelligent and with little hope of promotion. As they belonged to other Departments, I only knew them by sight. When Lalo arrived at the university, they thought that if they got close to him, they could get promoted quickly (that's what they believed: however they were fired quickly), so they immediately became something like his minions, they are scum, and obeyed him in everything and they loudly laughed all his bad jokes.
In addition to these two minions, Lalo had surrounded himself with a gang of other incompetent professors and servile interns: his pack of coyotes, who followed and obeyed him faithfully and drooling as orcs following Sauron. But these were not criminals or abusers: they were simply assholes, the kind who like to approach and serve those they believe to be powerful. Things went from bad to worse and Lalo clearly showed that he was selfish, arrogant, and dishonest, and there began to be veiled rumors of dubious use of funds in the Department.
Physically, Lalo was near 37, tall (1,90m, 6 feet 3 inches) but overweight: not exactly fat, but squishy looking, although as I personally verified after a short time, there was at least one part of his body that wasn't so squishy... and I'm not talking of a bone, although sometimes it looked like one. He is very white, pale, sickly-looking skin, like someone who has never sunbathed; unlike me, he really isn't much of a fan of being outdoors: he prefers dimly lit indoors. He has an egg shaped head and round face, small hazel eyes close together (like a chimpanzee), dark haired, he suffered from unstoppable alopecia and had long well-trimmed sideburns, and a thick goatee. I have had sex with some men even taller than him, my record is my special friend and almost-lover Stan:1.95m (6 feet 5 inches) between 2018 and June 2022, but I have never seen anyone with such huge hands like Lalo's.
He looked like a suburb gangster in a Chuck Norris or Charles Bronson old movie. To accentuate that gangster look, he always wore black or dark gray or blue suits with tacky vests and shirts, colorful ties, brown shoes (!), and flashy expensive watches that he liked to wear on his right hand to shock and make them stand out more, Lalo is lefty. His face was unpleasant, and he had a fake smile that turned anyone away (this is subjective, of course).
Please have a look to the forensic or police sketch that I (the victim) personally draw a few minutes ago, this is Lalo .No one can complain about a sketch portrait, but this is a pretty good one; I have a lot of photos where Lalo's face is fully visible but obviously I have to “censor” them, at least his eyes. All this happened 30 years ago, but anyway I must discreet.
[[ Image 4. At left:“Forensic portrait” of Lalo when he was 37 years old. At right is part of a screenshot of a video: yes, the naked girl is me. Lalo and I kissing while he is fucking me, I was sitting on his lap with his cock deep inside my pussy in the rear seats of his car and was at the brink of orgasm; his two only properties were is huge Mercedes and me so he loved to enjoy both properties at the same time; we fucked a lot of times in his car. Below: Lalo fucking me in the rear sits of his Mercedes; It was the first time he fucked me, on September 7 late-afternoon, Spoiler alert! that day I had no other option than accept becoming his whore. ]]
In case anyone has any doubts: following the opinion of Dan and the legal advices of José Manuel there was never any police intervention or legal complaint in this case, everything was solved quick, very discreetly, in secret within academic closed doors at the university. From the fourth month of being abusing me, apart from the sexual abuses itself, and the blackmail and threats to me, Lalo began to commit some acts (not with me, but in his shady business) that objectively began to border on criminal offense. The university commission took care of everything and the matter did not go beyond. The commission and the Chancelor told Lalo and his three cronies (don't forget the Nazi psychologist) to disappear and not come back, under the warning that: if they did, all their shady affairs would be reported to the police, but they never came back.
Lalo was not much interested about getting money, what he wanted was to move up quickly first in the university: to become Dean of the Faculty, Then Vice-chancellor, Chancellor and skip to politics in the government in Madrid and beyond. He was stopped when he arrived to be Vice-chancellor for two months. To go-up he used all the means, even shady ones; when he asked me to help him in his shaddy deals I refused, and there began the really dark and sad part of this story.
I summary: Lalo seemed and behaved more like a pimp than a university professor, but sadly I became his favorite whore for six months.
To be continued soon…
Sweet kisses
Aura
21 comments
Sexy , lovely ass and hairy pussy.
Aura
Hi Aura,
What a sad part of your life, but as always, you have described and written it very well. Well, it certainly filled in a lot of the pieces that you had alluded to, in your other writings.
It is a shame that there are so many narcissistic individuals sprinkled throughout society with no consideration for anything, other than themselves and the power that they wise to have.
The pictures you shared, of yourself, showed a very attractive and sexy young woman.
Thanks, as always, for sharing another piece of you
Big, big hugs
Kisses
Tom
Thank you Tom,
You find this king of people averywhere, they form part of tht about 5% of the humans that are genetically born as psycopaths. Troubles start when one of them is your boss and choses you as his preferred victim; apart from psycpayhic. Lalo was a womanizer who became sexually obsessed with me.
Kisses
Aura
@Mibelayze
Aura, you are very welcome.
Yes, unfortunately, you are very true and sadly you had to experience it, first hand. Yes, Lalo, was just an all round nasty Human Being.
Well, I hope it's not a bad thing to become sexually obsessed with you, because I can see how easy that could happen, as you just have this natural beauty and aire about you, that I personally find extremely captivating. Yes, I know that you've never seen yourself, the way others see you, and I understand, but I also think that also gives you an added quality of humbleness, which in and of itself is very appealing. Add your zest for life and no holds bar attitude and you become a more than desirable creature.
As always, thanks for the interaction.
Kisses
Tom
@TomCatnDubai
Hello Tom,
First of all, thank you very much for the compliments! even more so because I know you are sincere; As I mentioned in a previous post, in the next posts about this subject I am going to spend most of the time on talking about the pleasurable sex parts, which there were, and leave the more lurid details to rot in the past. You'll see that downplaying that hard part, you'll find the rest full of very erotic and kinky sexual surprises
Kisses
Aura
@Mibelayze
Hi Aura,
You're very welcome and you do know me well.
I like the idea of leaving the lurid details to rot in the past and bringing forward the pleasurable sexual parts, with all their eroticism and kinky surprises.😉
Kisses
Tom
@TomCatnDubai
I will do that. Next Chapter tomorrow, I hope
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze
Looking forward to it, with great anticipation.
Kisses,
Tom
You have my sympathy. I too have had to work under malicious controlling bosses so I know a little of what you went through (not the sexual side of course)
Fortunately for me, apart of this "weird" episode, for the rest of my life I've had bosses that ranged from just okay to extraordinary.
@Mibelayze I've had some really good bosses on the whole, but now being self-employed, I have the best boss yet! 🤣🤣🤣
@Geedub1956
SO true! the best boss is "Noboss"
I understand the need to remain private.
Those are horrible and unimaginable things you had to go through.
Those pictures of you are sexy, though. 😊👍✔❗
... is there another way to look at it
* Lynn... and Her Out of THIS World Guest... 😎❗❗
Thankyou Paul, always si nice with me
Kiss
Aura
Hola AUra,
Qué bien escrito y descrito! La verdad es que tienes una vida interesante, no creo que te hayas aburrido nunca.
Y estás preciosa en las foros, incluso las que estás con ese tal "Lalo"
Te felicito por escribir tan bien.
El otro día lo pasamos muy bien juntos, lo que hicimos fue involvidable, te recuerdo que tenemos una cita para dentro de dos semana! Esta vez como ya nos concemos y sabemos lo que a cada uno nos gusta va a ser todavía mejor
Un beso de tu amigo
David
Muchísimas gracias Dan! Me alegro de haberte conocido
Un beso
Aura