She spends the rest of the day under the desk

Veronica spend the rest of the day under Smithers' desk. When she was not sucking his cock or cleaning it and his balls with her tongue, she lay curled up on the pet bed between his sturdy legs.

She was trying to come to grips with both what had happened to her, and her father's intention to uproot the family and move them out in the boonies. Honestly Veronica wasn't sure which was the more dire event. The more she sucked on Smithers' cock the less disgusting it seemed, and the taste seemed to be growing on her. But to move away from everything she had ever known! That was a disaster. How could she cope without her bed, her shower with the flood and rainstorm shower heads, not to mention the stores, the theaters, the restaurants. All four stars. To lose access to any of those was a fate worth than **** in her mind. Already her mind was calling up images of slack-jawed yokels pressing her face into the dirt while they ran a train on her ass and instructed her to squeal like a pig.

Veronica had no idea what it felt like to get ass fucked, but she was sure it was the ultimate in degradation and no civilized man would ever dream of doing that to a true lady like herself.

As Veronica got back up onto her knees to give Smithers the latest in a long series of blow jobs she continued thinking about the hellhole her daddy was proposing to drag the family to. If the men were bad out in the wild, what would the women be like. Veronica imagined missing teeth, and hair that had never been styled. Armpit hair long enough to be braided, and pubic hair growing halfway up their belly. She had always taken pleasure in being the finest looking girl at her school. How could she possible feel any pride in being better looking than a bunch of backwood hicks? A shaved chimp would likely win Miss. Riverdale.

Veronica's rather bigoted imagination took a break when Smithers reached under the desk with both hands and began to pump her head up and down in his lap at a furious pace showing zero consideration for her ability to accommodate his length and girth.

"Huk, guh, huk, guh, guk, guk, guk" Veronica gagged as Smithers gave her no time to adjust and soon tears were cutting tracks through the scum covering her face. She wept with relief that it was almost over when he pulled her head in tight so his balls rested on her chin and he fired his last load of the day down her throat.

Veronica gasped and coughed up spit and sperm as Smithers withdrew his softening cock from her mouth. Without saying a word to her he knelt and fastened a collar around her neck. One with a lead secured to the back of the desk. He left turned out the lights as he left the room, leaving Veronica curled up on the pet bed, stinking of sex and feeling grungy as hell. She dreamed of her seven-head walk in shower and her selection of body washes and hair conditioner as she fell into a fitful sleep to dream of being auctioned off with a herd of livestock to a bunch of long bearded hillbillies.

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