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“Take this dick, you dirty filthy bitch,” Rohan growled down at me, both hands on the sides of my head as he fucked my throat, taut muscles straining for every single thrust, his abdomen glistening with a thin layer of sweat.

I gagged and gargled and stared up at him through watery eyes, loving every single second of him using me. My hand wandered between my thighs, and I found my swollen clit, dragging my fingers over it.

Fuck. Fuck! It felt so good. I had wanted this for so long.

Rohan Banks was my brother’s best friend from high school. It had been seven years since I had last seen him, and I had fawned over him endlessly, wishing that he’d just look my way twice. But it had never happened.

Not until last night.

With my hand still between my thighs, I rubbed my clit again and again and again. Fuck…

If I didn’t stop soon, I was going to make myself come first. And I wanted to impress him. I wanted to make him come, quickly too. I was going to leave a good first fuck impression on Mr. Banks. No matter what.

He growled above me, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, messier. “I’m going to use you for as long as I please, and there’s nothing you can do about it, Jennifer. You wanted to be little fuck toy. Well, here you go.”

His cum spilled down the back of my throat. I sucked as much of him as I could into my mouth and swallowed it over and over and over again until there was nothing left, building myself closer to the edge.

After a low grunt, he pulled out of me, his dick hitting his thigh. I gasped for air, and he snapped. Suddenly everything flashed black, and he was back inside my throat.

“Take this dick, you dirty filthy bitch,” Rohan growled down at me, both hands on the sides of my head as he fucked my throat, taut muscles straining for every single thrust, his abdomen glistening with a layer of sweat.

I gagged and gargled and stared up at him through watery eyes, loving every single second of him using me. My hand wandered between my thighs again, and I found my swollen clit, dragging my fingers over it.

Wait, wasn’t I just doing this? Why had I stopped? And how was he back inside me already? I thought it took a while for guys to get hard again. Maybe I was just that good. Maybe I really was leaving a good first impression.

With my hand still between my thighs, I rubbed my clit again and again and again. Somehow, I was even closer to the edge now, the pressure rising quickly inside me, my nipples aching. I sucked more of him into my mouth.

“You love this, don’t you?” he growled, smacking my tits. “You dirty whore.”

I nodded, and he groaned, thrusting himself deep down my throat and coming. I sucked as much of him as I could into my mouth and tried swallowing over and over and over again, but it was getting harder to breathe.

Instead of pulling out of me, he stayed deep down my throat and snapped again.

After everything flashed back, he was pounding into my throat again.

“Take this dick, you dirty filthy bitch,” Rohan growled down at me, both hands on the sides of my head as he fucked my throat, taut muscles straining hard enough for me to see veins, his abdomen glistening with a thick layer of sweat.

I choked and gagged on him, his cum still in my mouth. How… When… What was going on?

My fingers found my clit again, and I teetered on the edge of an orgasm.

He slammed into me and came down my throat again.

Snap.

He slammed into me and came down my throat again.

Snap.

He slammed into me and came down my throat again.

Another snap, and there was so much cum in my throat that it was spilling out of my mouth and running down my chin, decorating my tits. He groaned and smacked my titties again, the cum rolling down them quicker than I could figure out what the fuck was going on.

Snap.

Come.

Snap.

Come.

Snap.

“You fucking love this, don’t you?” he growled.

Come.

Snap.

He seized my nipples between his fingers and pulled hard on them, and I screamed out in pleasure, cum drooling from my mouth and pooling in the back of my throat, making me gag and gargle, and then?

He snapped again to start it all over.

Man, did he really mean it when he said that he was going to use me for as long as he pleased.

Author's Note: who doesn't love a good face-fucking time loop ;)))))) what did you think of this one? let me know in the comments!!

“Evelyn, do you know why I brought you here?” Mr Prescott asked, taking my hand and leading me into a conference room where all my father’s coworkers and bosses sat. He shut the door behind us and ushered me further into the room. “Hmm?”

“No,” I said, gulping.

My father must’ve been somewhere in the building, so close. If he caught me with his boss and the rest of his coworkers, my life would be over. He would scold me so hard, quit his job, and drag me halfway across the continent to somewhere new.

Darren began unbuttoning my button-up top, exposing the lacy black bra that he told me to wear this morning. After pushing it off my shoulders, he laid it on an empty seat at the head of the table and pulled down my skirt, folding it and setting it beside the shirt.

I glanced around at the heated and hungry stares. “What are we doing?”

“This mouth belongs to me, but this morning…” Darren grasped my jaw. “You’re going to use it to suck off everyone at the conference table while your father gives a presentation. And you’re not going to stop until they shoot their cum all over your face.”

My breath caught in my throat, the warmth building in my core.

“When your father is finished with his presentation, you’re going to crawl out from under that table, and your face better be covered with cum. I want it dripping down your cheeks, in your hair, mixed with your mascara, all over your fucking body. I want you to be ruined.”

“Yes,” I whispered, excitement rushing through me.

“Your father should be here soon,” he said, pulling out his chair for me to crawl under. “Why don’t you get a head start? You have an hour to make every one of these men cum today. And if you don’t, you’ll get punished, Sweetheart.” He gently brushed his thumb across my lower lip. “You don’t want that, do you?”

“No,” I whispered, dropping to my knees and crawling underneath the spacious table.

Darren gave the worst punishments imaginable.

Half-way toward the first man, I heard the door open. Darren greeted my father with a boisterous laugh and handshake, telling my father to get set up and start his presentation on some sort of business framework.

I glanced over at my father’s legs and hoped to God that he wouldn’t notice me. After pushing my fear to the side, I continued until I reached the first man’s legs. Sitting at his feet, I rested my hands on his knees and slid them up his thighs. My pussy tightened, heat gathering in my core. After undoing his zipper, I pulled down his pants enough to pull out his hard cock.

He leaned back in the seat, spreading his legs a couple inches wider and letting me take the head of his cock into my mouth. I sucked gently, letting my spit slide down his shaft, then slowly took him into my mouth, inch by inch.

My father started his lecture as I face-fucked myself on his co-worker’s cock, his dick sliding so far down my throat over and over. The heat gathered between my legs, and the man’s hips twitched. I pulled back, not wanting to disappoint him.

I promised Darren that they would cum on my face, not in my mouth or down my throat.

Just as I pulled back, the man sprayed his cum all over my face.

Crawling to the person beside him, I pulled down his pants and took out his dick. I stuck my tongue out and slapped his cock onto it, the noises drifting through the quiet room. The board member stilled and reached underneath the table, hand thrusting into my hair to shove me down onto his dick.

When he slid into my throat, I held back a gag and sucked, trying hard for my throat to not make any noise. But his dick was so big--almost as big as Darren's--and my throat was so wet and I couldn’t stop thinking about him shooting his load all over my face.

Gagging softly, throat squeaking, I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft, forcing him to hit the back of my throat with every thrust. He curled his fingers into my hair and held me down onto his cock, my lips against his hips and my tongue flicking against his balls.

He froze and released my hair, grunting stiffly. I pulled back and stuck my tongue out, letting him spray his cum all over my face too. A thick string of it shot diagonally across my cheeks, some dripping from my eyebrow and onto my eyelid, smearing my eyeshadow.

Once I crawled over to the next board member, I undid his pants and pulled out his veiny cock. As I sucked him off, he reached underneath the table and played with my tits, his fingers grazing and pinching my nipples, bouncing my breasts up and down in his palm.

Desperate to be touched, I unfastened my lacy bra and let it fall to the ground at his feet. He grunted and reached his other hand underneath the table, taking both of my tits to grope, grab, and squeeze for his pleasure.

From underneath the table, I glanced up at him with cum covering my face and almost dripping into my eyes. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he pulled out to cum on my face too. I licked the last bead of cum off the head of his dick and moved onto the next board member.

After I crawled around the long conference table and sucked dick after dick, my face was coated in a thick layer of cum, some creamy, other spots thick and stringy, hanging off my lips and running down my chin, coving my eyelids.

I had done exactly what Darren asked me to do.

Everything that he wanted today.

When I finally reached Darren, I laid my hands on his thighs. He pushed them away, glanced underneath the table at me sternly, and gave me those eyes he always did when he wanted me to wait patiently on my knees for him.

I sat back on my heels, my legs spread and my pussy dripping onto the tiled floors underneath me. Bucking my hips back and forth, I impatiently waited for my father to be finished with his presentation, while rubbing and teasing my pussy with my fingers.

“We’ll have a look at the stats and come up with a plan,” Darren said to my father.

My father gathered his materials and exited the room, shutting the door behind him. The men let out a collective, pleasure-filled sigh as the door closed. Darren pushed back his chair and stood up, holding a hand underneath the table for me.

“Come here, Sweetheart,” Darren ordered. “Let me see that pretty face of yours.”

With my face covered with cum, I crawled out from underneath the table. Darren took my hands and helped me to my feet, then placed me on the conference table in front of all the men I just sucked off and made come.

Darren maneuvered his way between my legs, unzipping his pants and pulling my ass to the edge. He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed himself into me. “God, Sweetheart, you look so…” Another thrust. “... fucking…” Another thrust. “... beautiful…”

My pussy tightened around him, the pressure immediately rising. “You think so?”

“Oh, honey, I know so.” He grunted, slamming his cock into me. “With this cum all over your face…” He placed his large palm across my face and rubbed their cum into my skin, over my mouth, ruining my mascara even more. “So beautiful.”

“Please,” I begged, throwing my head back.

The pressure rose between my legs, the warmth growing. I clenched and whimpered softly, thrusting my hand between my legs and rubbing my clit. Every one of my father’s co-workers and bosses leaned back in their chairs and watched me get fucked by him.

“I want to come,” I pleaded, my pussy tightening harder around him. “Can I come?”

“Only because you’ve done so good today and asked so nicely, Sweetheart.” He rested his forehead against mine and continued to pump into me, his thrusts long and steady. “Come all over Daddy’s cock.”

My pussy exploded around him. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through me, and I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle my moans. Grasping the edges of the table, I squeezed my eyes closed, the orgasm continuing to rip through me.

“Where do you want my cum?” he asked. “All over your face with the rest of daddy’s friends loads, down your hot little throat…” He dipped his head, mouth against my ear. “...or buried in your cunt?”

“Inside me, please.”

“You want me to get you pregnant in front of all my friends?” he murmured into my ear, nipping at it lightly, his voice low and gruff the way it always was moments before he shot his load into me.

“Yes,” I cried out, pussy pulsing around him, waves of pleasure rushing through me.

Darren thrust into me twice more, his hands grasping my waist tightly and his mouth on mine. “Oh, fuck,” he said, dragging the word out. “Evelyn, you’re such a good girl. Such a good fucking…” He slammed his cock into me and stilled. “...girl.”

After a couple moments, Darren pulled himself out of me. “You’ve done so good,” Darren whispered into my ear, pushing some cum off my chin and staring me in the eyes with his dark yet comforting eyes. “I’m going to clean you up and take you home for the night. Would you like that?”

I whimpered and nodded, eyes wide.

He smiled softly at me and tucked some hair behind my ear, then called for Nancy, his assistant, to come into the room. “Nancy, get me a towel and some water for Evelyn, then clear my schedule for the rest of the day.”

“But sir, you have a meeting with--”

“Clear my schedule,” he repeated with finality, shrugging off his suit-jacket and placing it around my shoulders. He grabbed my hand and gently pulled me off the conference table, his arm slipping around my waist. “I’m taking Evelyn home, then to dinner. Reschedule whatever I have, no matter how important.”

“You don’t have to,” I started.

“Yes, I do,” he said. “It’s my job to take care of you.”

Author's Note: I loved writing this one 🥵 Be sure to follow along for more ;)

“Evelyn, do you know why I brought you here?” Mr Prescott asked, taking my hand and leading me into a conference room where all my father’s coworkers and bosses sat. He shut the door behind us and ushered me further into the room. “Hmm?”

“No,” I said, gulping.

My father must’ve been somewhere in the building, so close. If he caught me with his boss and the rest of his coworkers, my life would be over. He would scold me so hard, quit his job, and drag me halfway across the continent to somewhere new.

Darren began unbuttoning my button-up top, exposing the lacy black bra that he told me to wear this morning. After pushing it off my shoulders, he laid it on an empty seat at the head of the table and pulled down my skirt, folding it and setting it beside the shirt.

I glanced around at the heated and hungry stares. “What are we doing?”

“This mouth belongs to me, but this morning…” Darren grasped my jaw. “You’re going to use it to suck off everyone at the conference table while your father gives a presentation. And you’re not going to stop until they shoot their cum all over your face.”

My breath caught in my throat, the warmth building in my core.

“When your father is finished with his presentation, you’re going to crawl out from under that table, and your face better be covered with cum. I want it dripping down your cheeks, in your hair, mixed with your mascara, all over your fucking body. I want you to be ruined.”

“Yes,” I whispered, excitement rushing through me.

“Your father should be here soon,” he said, pulling out his chair for me to crawl under. “Why don’t you get a head start? You have an hour to make every one of these men cum today. And if you don’t, you’ll get punished, Sweetheart.” He gently brushed his thumb across my lower lip. “You don’t want that, do you?”

“No,” I whispered, dropping to my knees and crawling underneath the spacious table.

Darren gave the worst punishments imaginable.

Half-way toward the first man, I heard the door open. Darren greeted my father with a boisterous laugh and handshake, telling my father to get set up and start his presentation on some sort of business framework.

I glanced over at my father’s legs and hoped to God that he wouldn’t notice me. After pushing my fear to the side, I continued until I reached the first man’s legs. Sitting at his feet, I rested my hands on his knees and slid them up his thighs. My pussy tightened, heat gathering in my core. After undoing his zipper, I pulled down his pants enough to pull out his hard cock.

He leaned back in the seat, spreading his legs a couple inches wider and letting me take the head of his cock into my mouth. I sucked gently, letting my spit slide down his shaft, then slowly took him into my mouth, inch by inch.

My father started his lecture as I face-fucked myself on his co-worker’s cock, his dick sliding so far down my throat over and over. The heat gathered between my legs, and the man’s hips twitched. I pulled back, not wanting to disappoint him.

I promised Darren that they would cum on my face, not in my mouth or down my throat.

Just as I pulled back, the man sprayed his cum all over my face.

Crawling to the person beside him, I pulled down his pants and took out his dick. I stuck my tongue out and slapped his cock onto it, the noises drifting through the quiet room. The board member stilled and reached underneath the table, hand thrusting into my hair to shove me down onto his dick.

When he slid into my throat, I held back a gag and sucked, trying hard for my throat to not make any noise. But his dick was so big--almost as big as Darren's--and my throat was so wet and I couldn’t stop thinking about him shooting his load all over my face.

Gagging softly, throat squeaking, I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft, forcing him to hit the back of my throat with every thrust. He curled his fingers into my hair and held me down onto his cock, my lips against his hips and my tongue flicking against his balls.

He froze and released my hair, grunting stiffly. I pulled back and stuck my tongue out, letting him spray his cum all over my face too. A thick string of it shot diagonally across my cheeks, some dripping from my eyebrow and onto my eyelid, smearing my eyeshadow.

Once I crawled over to the next board member, I undid his pants and pulled out his veiny cock. As I sucked him off, he reached underneath the table and played with my tits, his fingers grazing and pinching my nipples, bouncing my breasts up and down in his palm.

Desperate to be touched, I unfastened my lacy bra and let it fall to the ground at his feet. He grunted and reached his other hand underneath the table, taking both of my tits to grope, grab, and squeeze for his pleasure.

From underneath the table, I glanced up at him with cum covering my face and almost dripping into my eyes. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he pulled out to cum on my face too. I licked the last bead of cum off the head of his dick and moved onto the next board member.

After I crawled around the long conference table and sucked dick after dick, my face was coated in a thick layer of cum, some creamy, other spots thick and stringy, hanging off my lips and running down my chin, coving my eyelids.

I had done exactly what Darren asked me to do.

Everything that he wanted today.

When I finally reached Darren, I laid my hands on his thighs. He pushed them away, glanced underneath the table at me sternly, and gave me those eyes he always did when he wanted me to wait patiently on my knees for him.

I sat back on my heels, my legs spread and my pussy dripping onto the tiled floors underneath me. Bucking my hips back and forth, I impatiently waited for my father to be finished with his presentation, while rubbing and teasing my pussy with my fingers.

“We’ll have a look at the stats and come up with a plan,” Darren said to my father.

My father gathered his materials and exited the room, shutting the door behind him. The men let out a collective, pleasure-filled sigh as the door closed. Darren pushed back his chair and stood up, holding a hand underneath the table for me.

“Come here, Sweetheart,” Darren ordered. “Let me see that pretty face of yours.”

With my face covered with cum, I crawled out from underneath the table. Darren took my hands and helped me to my feet, then placed me on the conference table in front of all the men I just sucked off and made come.

Darren maneuvered his way between my legs, unzipping his pants and pulling my ass to the edge. He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed himself into me. “God, Sweetheart, you look so…” Another thrust. “... fucking…” Another thrust. “... beautiful…”

My pussy tightened around him, the pressure immediately rising. “You think so?”

“Oh, honey, I know so.” He grunted, slamming his cock into me. “With this cum all over your face…” He placed his large palm across my face and rubbed their cum into my skin, over my mouth, ruining my mascara even more. “So beautiful.”

“Please,” I begged, throwing my head back.

The pressure rose between my legs, the warmth growing. I clenched and whimpered softly, thrusting my hand between my legs and rubbing my clit. Every one of my father’s co-workers and bosses leaned back in their chairs and watched me get fucked by him.

“I want to come,” I pleaded, my pussy tightening harder around him. “Can I come?”

“Only because you’ve done so good today and asked so nicely, Sweetheart.” He rested his forehead against mine and continued to pump into me, his thrusts long and steady. “Come all over Daddy’s cock.”

My pussy exploded around him. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through me, and I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle my moans. Grasping the edges of the table, I squeezed my eyes closed, the orgasm continuing to rip through me.

“Where do you want my cum?” he asked. “All over your face with the rest of daddy’s friends loads, down your hot little throat…” He dipped his head, mouth against my ear. “...or buried in your cunt?”

“Inside me, please.”

“You want me to get you pregnant in front of all my friends?” he murmured into my ear, nipping at it lightly, his voice low and gruff the way it always was moments before he shot his load into me.

“Yes,” I cried out, pussy pulsing around him, waves of pleasure rushing through me.

Darren thrust into me twice more, his hands grasping my waist tightly and his mouth on mine. “Oh, fuck,” he said, dragging the word out. “Evelyn, you’re such a good girl. Such a good fucking…” He slammed his cock into me and stilled. “...girl.”

After a couple moments, Darren pulled himself out of me. “You’ve done so good,” Darren whispered into my ear, pushing some cum off my chin and staring me in the eyes with his dark yet comforting eyes. “I’m going to clean you up and take you home for the night. Would you like that?”

I whimpered and nodded, eyes wide.

He smiled softly at me and tucked some hair behind my ear, then called for Nancy, his assistant, to come into the room. “Nancy, get me a towel and some water for Evelyn, then clear my schedule for the rest of the day.”

“But sir, you have a meeting with--”

“Clear my schedule,” he repeated with finality, shrugging off his suit-jacket and placing it around my shoulders. He grabbed my hand and gently pulled me off the conference table, his arm slipping around my waist. “I’m taking Evelyn home, then to dinner. Reschedule whatever I have, no matter how important.”

“You don’t have to,” I started.

“Yes, I do,” he said. “It’s my job to take care of you.”

Author's Note: I loved writing this one 🥵 Be sure to follow along for more ;)

A waft of vanilla and hot, sweaty sex drifted through my nose as I took my first step into Radiant, a BDSM sex club in the lower eastside that catered to the upper class. Half-naked women danced around shiny metal stripper poles, their breasts swaying in every which direction. Couples swapped an outrageous amount of spit on black suede couches in the back.

I glanced around nervously and continued into the club by myself. As far as I knew, not many BDSM newbies like me came here with their friends. I didn’t mind my friends tagging along to any other club, but I didn’t want them to know about this side of me. It’d probably turn my best friend, Archie, on or something.

Besides, I was only here for one thing tonight anyway.

To lose my virginity.

“Can I help you?” a waiter with devilish brown eyes said to my left. “You look lost.”

Cheeks flushing, I snapped out of my thoughts and gave him a small smile. “I, uhm… I’m new here.”

He chuckled. “I can see that. Anything I can help you find?”

“The owner.”

The waiter’s eyes widened. “The owner?”

“Yes,” I said, scanning the club. “I have an arrangement with him tonight.”

“Are you Miss Michelle Chambers?”

“Yes.”

No, that was just the fake name I had given the man I had been speaking to online for the past few weeks. I hadn’t told him my real name, nor did he want to know it. I didn’t know how many other women he had this kind of arrangement with, and I didn’t care either. This was going to be a one time thing, a one-night stand.

Lose my virginity, thank the man for his time, then get the hell out of here.

“Right this way,” the waiter said, placing a platter of drinks down on the bar area and leading me toward the back of the club where there were more private sections filled with CEOs and VIPs who stared at me hungrily.

I pulled down my skirt as I walked around the booths of people and followed the waiter up a set of stairs and to some private rooms. My stomach was in knots, but I wanted to get this over with already. I didn’t even want to exchange formalities.

We stopped in front of a large black door with room number 14 in large golden numerals in the center. The waiter leaned forward, placed his ear against the door, and knocked twice until someone called from inside, “Come in.”

After giving me a small smile and the key to the room, the waiter left me on the second floor all by myself. I gnawed on the inside of my cheek, stepping closer to the door as a group of women dressed in lingerie stumbled out of the room next to me.

“Come on, Heather,” I whispered to myself, fumbling with the key. “It’s one night.”

Just as I pushed the key into the knob, the door opened and Hector Patton stared down at me through wide eyes. Hector Patton was a lot of things, like apparently the owner of the most popular BDSM club in the city, the sexiest fifty-six year old man I had laid my eyes on, a dominant playboy. But worst of all, he was my father’s best friend.

And tonight, I would lose my virginity to him.

“Heather,” he paused, his gaze moving down my body for a moment longer than it should’ve, from my lips to my tits to my hips. He licked his lips and glanced back up at me. “What are you doing here?”

“You’re the owner?” I whispered, heart pounding.

“One of them,” he said, glancing down the hallway.

The group of women walked past my room, giggling and waving to Hector. And while I was just here to lose my virginity to him tonight, I couldn’t help but feel the jealousy bubble up inside me. I never had a chance with a man more than twice my age but… still…

“You didn’t answer my question,” he said.

After I finished glaring at the retreating women, I snapped my head back toward him and released my clenched jaw. This was it. Time to come clean and tell him that I had been the one that had been chatting with him online, that I was the one who… who had put up such a huge, bratty front with him for the past three weeks.

God, what had I gotten myself into? Hector was my father’s best friend. He always saw right through me. As soon as I stepped into this room, he’d know that I had been lying online about knowing anything about BDSM.

“What. Are. You. Doing. Here?”

Heart pounding against my ribcage, I crossed my arms over my chest and pressed my thighs together. Was it bad that I kinda-sorta liked the tone of his voice? The demanding, dominant playboy that he had always been?

“Nothing,” I found myself saying before I could stop.

A look of confusion washed over his face, then finally his eyes turned a shade darker. “Don’t tell me that you’re the woman that I’ve been speaking with online.”

Instead of saying anything, I pressed my lips together and shifted from foot to foot in the middle of the doorway. He stepped closer to me and wrapped one large hand around the front of my throat, forcing me to look up at him.

“You will answer me, Heather.”

“And if I don’t?”

I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, but it seemed like I couldn’t stop. I had come here for a reason, and I planned to go along with it. I wasn’t backing away. I had waited so long to lose my virginity and couldn’t wait any longer. All my friends would always talk about how good it felt, and my vibrator wasn’t doing it for me any more.

Hector chuckled darkly and shook his head. “Fuck, I’m going to get myself into so much shit because of you.”

Instead of pushing me away and telling me to get lost, he pulled me into the room, shut the door behind me, and then pressed my chest flush against it. I inhaled sharply, the feel of his dick against my ass making me hot in all the right places.

“You shouldn’t be in a club like this,” he said.

“Well, you shouldn’t take peeks at me every chance you get,” I said, again letting whatever the hell slip out of my mouth. But it was true. These past few weeks, I had caught him looking at me more than once during dinner with my father.

It wasn’t one of those innocent looks either.

He tensed behind me, fingers strumming against the column of my throat. “Your father can never know.” He growled into my ear, his hand still around the front of my throat. “Do you understand me?”

My breath hitched in my throat. “What happens if I tell him?”

Instead of answering me, he pulled me off the door and thrust me against the large black bed in the center of the room. I landed on the mattress on my back, nipples pressing hard against my lacy bra.

“Take off your clothes,” he said, pulling off his belt and stalking toward me.

Eyes widening slightly, I pressed my thighs together.

This was it. Tonight, I would lose my virginity to my father’s best friend.

“Take them off,” he said, voice harsher. “Now.”

Hurriedly, I pulled off my shirt and shimmied out of my pants until I sat in nothing but a skimpy lingerie set. For years, I had been aching for him to touch me, I had snuck longing glances at him one too many times.

After pulling off his shirt and letting it fall off his shoulders, he walked over to me and pushed me back onto the bed. He pulled off his pants, then his briefs, letting his hard cock hang between his legs. I sucked in a sharp breath.

Before I knew it, he had me lying back on the bed with his fingers buried between my legs. “You can breathe when you come,” he growled into my ear, one hand over my mouth and nose and the other rubbing and smacking my clit. I whimpered into his hand, my legs trembling. “Don’t take your fucking eyes off me.”

I stared up at him, my breathing restricted and the pressure building quickly in my pussy. Warmth spread around my core, my skin becoming hot and needy. I spread my legs as wide as they could go to let him touch more of me.

“You’re a needy, little cumslut, aren’t you?”

I nodded.

“Say it,” he growled, still holding his hand over my mouth.

“I’m a needy, little cumslut,” I managed, the words muffled and driving me higher.

“Good girl,” he said, moving his fingers faster against my clit. “Someone’s learning.”

My legs shot up the air, spread wide. I arched my back, squirming in the bed, and moaned out into his hand, my mind so fuzzy. Something about his degrading praise tipped me over the edge and pushed me into ecstasy.

It wasn’t like anything that I felt before. It was better than my vibrator.

Hector pulled his hand away from my face, allowing me to breathe. I sucked in a deep breath, my little pussy pounding at the mere feel of his hands on my body still. He looked down at my pussy and continued to make small circles between my pussy lips.

“Please,” I whispered, staring up at him and admiring how sinful he looked right now. This was wrong, so wrong. He was my father’s best friend, yet I couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d feel inside me. “I want you inside me, Hector. Please.”

Hector slipped his fingers down my folds and thrust two inside me.

I whimpered and squirmed in the bed, brows furrowed together. “Not like that.”

“How, Heather?” He stared down at me, waiting for me to answer him like I had always done online and over the phone. And while I was somewhat of a brat in real life, I had never begged for someone to put their cock inside me.

It sounded so wrong, so distasteful. And I was so nervous. So fucking nervous.

“How?” he repeated again, his voice stronger and more demanding.

“I want your dick inside my pussy,” I said.

He grunted against me as if he had been wanting to hear those words for years now, then crawled on top of me and between my legs, his fingers still buried deep inside my cunt. “Next time I have you,” he said, pulling his fingers out and stuffing them into my mouth. “I’m going to tie you to this bed and refuse to let you leave all night.”

When he brushed the head of his cock against my entrance, I whimpered. My toes curled, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to bring him down closer to me. He rubbed his cock between my pussy lips.

“Beg for it, Heather.”

“Please.”

He rubbed it against my clit.

“Oh, god, please,” I pleaded. “Please, put it--”

Before I could say another word, he thrust himself inside me, inch by inch. I curled my fingers into his shoulder and scrunched my brows together, a slight pain lingering in my core. He shuddered against me. “You feel so fucking good.”

I whimpered and buried my head into the crook of his neck, hoping that he wouldn’t see the slight pain on my face. He felt so huge inside me, stretching out my walls and making me full with his cock, and hopefully his cum too.

His cum…

My pussy tightened around him, becoming wetter at the thought of him thrusting every inch of himself and every drop of his cum deep into me. Hector stilled in my pussy, then slowly pulled out.

“Your pussy is so tight, Heather,” he grunted. “It’s almost like you’re a virgin.”

Pressing my lips together, I decided not to answer him. Instead, I held onto him tightly and threw my head back, the pressure turning into pleasure and my tense body slowly relaxing in his arms. My brat had exited the room a long time ago, and I could do nothing, could say nothing, could think about nothing but him.

“More,” I whispered, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Please.”

He rested his head against mine and placed his lips at the corner of my mouth, leaving a lingering kiss as he thrust into me again. Unable to stop myself, I shifted my head and kissed him on the mouth. The moment that our lips touched, pleasure shot through my body.

Our lips moved together, faster and with more need. I was desperate for him. Aching for him.

“More,” I mumbled into our kiss.

He thrust himself faster and faster into my tight pussy, pushing me closer to the edge each time. My lower body tensed, my clit aching as his hips pounded against it. I moaned into our kiss and came all over his cock.

“Please, come inside me,” I whispered. “Please.”

Hector grunted into my mouth, shoved his dick as deep as it could go, and came inside me. I rested against the mattress, pussy pulsing on every inch of his dick as he pulled it out of me. My chest heaved up and down, my mind like putty.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, sitting back on the bed.

“Oh, gosh,” I whispered.

Suddenly, he tensed next to me. “There’s blood,” he said, brows furrowed down at his blood and cum-covered dick. There was a moment, a single moment of confusion that washed across his face, then realization hit him hard, and he finally glanced up at me through wide eyes. “Are you a virgin?”

I pulled the blankets over my naked body and shimmied out of the bed, turning away from him. It wasn’t any of his concern if I had been a virgin or not. I came to his BDSM club for a reason and now it was my time to leave.

Scrambling, I picked up my clothes and quickly pulled them on to cover my naked body. All I could do was repeat to myself over and over and over again that I needed to leave, that I couldn’t stay, that this really was a one time thing and that Hector was nothing but bad news.

“You can’t just walk away from me,” he growled, like he owned me or something.

After pulling on the rest of my clothes, I hurried to the door. I didn’t want to talk about being a virgin. I didn’t want to even think about it. It was over and wasn’t as painful as all my friends said it’d be.

“Watch me,” I said.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him until our bodies collided. “Stop being a fucking brat for once, Heather. I know you get off on it, but this shit is serious.” He paused. “You really haven’t had sex before?”

“That’s none of your business,” I growled, ripping myself out of his hold and grabbing the door handle.

He placed his large hand on the door, so I couldn’t open it. “Yes, it is.”

“And why?” I asked, crossing my arms and glaring at him. “What would’ve happened if you had known I was a virgin before this all started? You would’ve still asked me to come to your club, bent me over your bed, and fucked me senseless. It doesn’t matter.”

“Heather,” he growled, jaw twitching. “Your my best fucking friend’s daughter.”

“Yeah,” I said, shaking my head. “And you still fucked me. So what does it matter?”

“It matters because now you’re mine,” he said harshly, pinning me against the door and taking my chin in his hand. “You’re fucking mine, and you don’t get to run off and away from me. You don’t get to go back home and see that kid who is always fucking all over you.”

“Archie,” I corrected.

“I don’t give a fuck what his name is, Heather.” He slipped his knee between my thighs and pressed his cock against the side of my hip. “No other man gets to even look at you the way that I do. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you walked into my club.”

“No, I--” 

“Yes, you fucking did. I warned you not to come unless you were serious about everything that came with this kind of lifestyle, with me being the possessive and jealous asshole that I am.”

I swallowed hard and stared up at him, wanting to bitch him out but not knowing the first thing that I would say. Everything he told me was true. He had warned me, and I had gotten off on the thought of someone being so obsessed with me that they wouldn’t let another man look at me. I had never gotten that kind of attention before.

But we couldn’t do this. Dad would find out.

He dipped his head and murmured into my ear. “You don’t know how fucking long I’ve wanted you, how many women I’ve been with imagining they were you. You leave my club without me tonight, and I will come and find you.”

Author's Note: what do you think 🤭🤭

Cock Riding 101.

Professor Patton wrote the words on the chalkboard in white chalk, then turned to the class of female students--his gaze landing on me--and smiled. I pressed my thighs together and whimpered softly to myself.

I never imagined that I’d sign up for a sex education class, but after Luke embarrassed me in front of our friend group, I forced myself to sign up for one. I didn’t want to be seen as the vanilla girl who laid on her back and didn’t try during sex. That wasn’t me. I loved sex, but Luke was just… not exciting to me anymore.

While girls filled every last one of the desks, Professor Patton could only seem to stare at me.

This was the forth class of the semester, and today was demonstration day. We were all asked to bring a male partner, but I had nobody that I wanted to come with me.

And I wasn’t about to ask Luke. No way in hell. He’d make fun of me for it.

“Miss Monroe, it seems you don’t have a partner,” Professor Patton said, singling me out.

I drew my tongue across my dry lips, desperately trying to wet them. I opened my mouth to give him some excuse about my partner being sick for the night, but then snapped my mouth closed. He’d be able to see right through my lies.

Instead, I stared down at my desk, my cheeks hot and tingling. “No, I don’t.”

He cleared his throat, capturing my attention, then patted his knee. “Then I’ll be your partner for the night. You can start off the class by demonstrating what you learned these past few classes on me.”

Everyone in the class turned in my direction, their heated gazes focusing in on me. I stared at him with wide eyes and shook my head, my cheeks flushing even hotter. “I… I couldn’t do that, Professor Patton. I…”

“It’s demonstration day,” he announced. “The majority of your grade is participation in today's class and you don’t have a partner. Do you want to fail out and have to retake my course?”

I gulped and rubbed my thighs together, the heat raging in my core. “No, sir.”

He patted his thigh again. “Then come here and show me what you learned.”

“O-okay.”

Sliding out of my seat, I walked through the happy couples toward the front of the class. I nearly stumbled over my own two feet as I made it to his desk, my nipples hard and aching through the front of my shirt.

“What do you want me to do?” I whispered, shifting from foot to foot nervously.

“Ride my cock.”

After inhaling sharply, I grinded my thighs together and shuffled over to him. Throwing one leg over his, I straddled his waist and set my hands on his shoulders, my panties right against his bulge.

“No, Miss Monroe,” he said. “Without your clothes.”

“Without my clothes,” I breathed, eyes wide.

His gaze was dark, sinister, and dripping with lust. “Take them off, Sierra,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. He glanced down at my nipples sticking out against the front of my shirt. “Every. Last. Piece. I want you naked.”

As everyone watched me like this was the most normal thing ever, I stepped off him and crossed my arms nervously. Sensing my nerves, he cleared his throat. “Why doesn’t everyone start their demonstration, hmm?”

The females in the class pulled off their panties, lifted their skirts, and climbed onto their boyfriends and significant others, positioning themselves above their cocks and slowly sliding down onto them.

Moans drifted throughout the class. My pussy tightened at the sounds and sights of all these women riding cock, their partner’s hands all over their bodies. It wasn’t like anything I’d ever seen before, the girls getting off on watching their friends get fucked.

“Miss Monroe,” Professor Patton said, his gaze on nobody except me. “Your turn.”

After cursing under my breath, I pulled down my panties and skirt, then slowly pulled my shirt over my body, standing naked in front of him. He moved his hungry gaze down my body, his dick hardening inside his pants.

I pressed my thighs together, feeling the wetness pooling between them, and swallowed hard. He lifted his gaze back up to me and patted his thigh once more. “Why don’t you pull off my pants and straddle my waist?”

Once I took a deep breath, I dropped to my knees in front of him, wrapped my fingers around his waistband, and stared up at him. From over his pants, I could feel just how huge his cock really was.

Luke’s cock was nothing compared to his. Professor Patton would tear my tight pussy apart.

Finally gathering up enough courage, I pulled down his pants and let his long, thick cock spring out of them. I whimpered at the sight, my sopping pussy clenching at the thought of him being deep inside me.

“Now, show me how good of a student you’ve been, Sierra.” He sat back in the seat, slipped his hands underneath my armpits, and lifted me up to sit me on his lap. “Ride my cock until you milk out the cum from my balls.”

He poked at my entrance and placed his large hands on my bare waist, sending shivers down my spine. I placed my hands on his shoulders again and moved my hips back and forth over the head of his cock, getting it wet with my juices.

“Are you sure this is okay?” I whispered.

“Oh, Sierra,” he grunted. “I’ve been waiting for this day the moment you walked into my class. It didn’t matter if you had brought a boyfriend today or not, I still would’ve made you slide onto my cock in front of him and cum inside your tight hole.”

Instead of waiting for me, he slammed my hips down on his cock and filled me up. I curled my fingers into his shoulders and gasped, the pressure rising high in my core. My pussy tightened around his shaft, legs trembling with pleasure.

God, he felt good. Too good.

He slid his hands down to my ass and cupped it. “Now ride me.”

I swallowed hard, already feeling the pressure building higher and higher in my core. Slowly, I bucked my hips back and forth on his cock, letting his dick slide out of my drooling pussy. I could feel every inch of him gliding against the ridges of my pussy.

“Faster,” he commanded.

Bucking my hips faster, I slowly let my nerves go and pressed my breasts against his chest, staring down into his dark eyes and gripping his hair with one of my hands. My pussy tightened around him, the pressure and heat rising.

“Good girl,” he murmured on my neck, staring up at me and moving my hips. “Keep tightening your pussy on my cock, just like I taught you. Squeeze every last inch. Use your pussy to milk out my cum and make yourself feel good.”

Whimpering, I moved faster and tightened myself even harder around him. I was close, so close to releasing around him. But I wanted to come at the same time that he did. He taught us that it felt best for both partners if they came at the same time.

“Please,” I whispered. “I’m so close to coming. Please, come with me.”

“You want my cum dripping out of your pussy,” he grunted against me. “Hmm?”

“Yes, Professor Patton,” I screamed, throwing my head back. “Please, come inside my tight pussy!”

Hips bucking and bouncing up and down on his cock, I felt him grip my waist harder. I threw my head back and came all over his throbbing cock, knowing that my pussy had milked out every last drop of cum, knowing that my professor had given me all of him.

Author's Note: Hi everyone! I hope you enjoyed it 🥰 I have a bunch written already for other short stories too that I'll post soon!! Any feedback is appreciated :)

Don’t ask me how I got involved, because I wasn't sure.

It had all been a blur. One minute I was sipping on a fruity drink in the middle of an abandoned church, the next I was sprawled out on a table in the back kitchen with my body aching for someone to touch it.

After I had finally gathered the courage to leave Dominic, my abusive ex, last week, Gina had convinced me to attend this party tonight. But coming here was a mistake. A huge mistake. Moans drifted into the kitchen from the main room. At least fifty, maybe seven-five people were all cramped into this small abandoned church.

Fucking.

I peered around the doorframe and out into the room. Some were being pounded into the pews, others were on their knees in front of what used to be the altar, receiving a type of communion that definitely wasn’t bread and wine.

What Gina didn’t tell me when she invited me was that this was a sex party. At first, it had all been somewhat normal. Dim lights, dance music, and fruity spiked punch. My clit pulsed, and I shoved my fingers between my legs to ease the ache. If I had known that this was a sex… cult, I wouldn’t have come. And I should’ve already left by now, but…

“Fuck,” I whimpered, moving my fingers faster.

But I couldn’t get myself to move. My head was in a daze, and all I could think about was finding someone to… fuck me until I couldn’t stand. God, they must’ve put something in that punch. I’d never felt any of these sensations before, not even during the last four years with Dominic.

“Dump that shit out!” someone hissed from the other room, the music suddenly stopping. “Cops are here.”

With wide eyes, I stared at Gina as she hurried into the bathroom while carrying the remainder of the fruit juice. She barely spared a glance at me as she dumped it into the sink, glancing over her shoulder at the door. In all my years of knowing her, I had never seen her more nervous.

I pressed my thighs together, so she wouldn’t see the sinful act that I was committing in the middle of a church, but kept my hand between my thighs, pressed up against my pussy because I needed some type of sensation to keep me satiated.

“What’s going on?” I whispered, the heat between my thighs becoming unbearable.

She muttered something in a language that I didn’t recognize and shook her head. A moment later, an officer with a rifle entered the room. I sat back on the counter until my back was pressed against the wall and sucked in a sharp breath. Officer Lorenzo.

He had saved me a handful of times before when Dominic had drank too much and laid his hands on me. Nevermind the time that he drove me back from the bar after another officer had arrested Dominic for starting a brawl in the middle of Dirty Harry’s bar on New Years Eve. Though, I wasn’t sure he remembered me.

Gina scurried out of the room, and Lorenzo was about to follow her, but then his eyes landed on me and he stopped in his tracks.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

I stared up at him through my lashes, one hand between my thighs. “I… I don’t know, but…” A hushed whimper left my mouth, and suddenly, I couldn’t take it anymore. My legs lolled to the sides, and I rubbed my clit to relieve the pressure. “But I can’t stop.”

His gaze dropped from my eyes down to my pussy, his clenched jaw twitching.

“Please, help me,” I cried, rubbing my cunt faster, my brows drawn together.

This is wrong. I can go to jail for being here. I don’t even know what was in that juice.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, his usually steady voice unsteady.

I stared up at him through hazy eyes. God, he is… so hot. So strong. So protective…

“Please,” I said in a breath. “Please, help me.”

It looked like it took everything in him to peel his gaze away and grab my arm. “Come with me. I’ll take you to an ambulan—“

“No,” I murmured, pulling myself out of his grasp and falling to my knees at his feet, “not like that.” I stared up at him through my lashes, one hand playing with my pussy. My cheeks were hot. My body was on fire. I needed something soon. “Please, fuck me.”

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t handle the pressure anymore. My mind was in a haze from whatever they had put in that fruit punch, and all I could think about was… My gaze dropped down to the bulge in his pants, and my nipples hardened. I reached up for him with my free hand, stroking him through the thick material.

I was going to hell for this, maybe even to jail. But I couldn’t even seem to care. All I wanted was his huge, throbbing cock inside of me.

“Nobody has to know,” I purred, grabbing at the zipper on his pants and placing my mouth all over his hard cock through his pants. “Please, give it to me.”

While he didn’t rush to tug down his pants, he didn’t stop me either. Heat exploded through me as his cock sprung out. I placed my lips on his head and swiped my tongue across it, tasting his precum.

One taste, and I sucked as much of him as I could into my mouth, gagging when he hit the back of my throat. I stared up at him through watery eyes, taking more, needing more.

“I’m sorry…” I whispered, coming back up for air. I wrapped both my hands around the base and stroked him. “I can’t help myself.”

I sucked him into my mouth again, taking as much as I could down my throat. Spit rolled down my chin and between my breasts, yet I couldn’t stop bobbing my head back and forth on his huge cock.

My pussy was pulsing with pleasure, tightening as I built myself up higher and higher and higher. He hadn’t even touched me yet, and I was already going to lose it.

“Stand up,” he growled, wrapping his free hand around my throat and lifting me until I was on my feet.

My mind was hazy, and all I could think about was that I needed more.

He set the rifle down on the table, then bent me over the edge of it, positioning himself behind me. I tightened and gripped the table until my fingertips turned white. He ripped off my panties and stepped between my thighs.

“Please, I need it so—“

Before I could finish my sentence, he plunged himself into me. I screamed out in pleasure and lunged forward, because the sensations… God, the sensations were almost too much. If he wasn’t careful, I would come, just from this.

“Deep, stay deep, baby,” he growled into my ear, his teeth tugging on my earlobe. “Don’t pull away from me. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Y-Y-Yes!” I whimpered, the pressure unbearable.

He was so deep in my pussy, thrusting in and out quicker than I could comprehend, his breaths turning into desperate ragged growls. After licking a couple of his fingers, he slipped them between my legs and began rubbing my clit. My eyes rolled back into my head, and I bit back a moan.

“I know, I know,” he mumbled against the column of my neck. “Tell me, tell me.”

My legs gave out, and I doubled over, the only thing keeping me up was his hands gripping my waist.

“I’m coming!” I cried, trembling uncontrollably. I gripped the table in front of me with all my might as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me. “I’m c-c-coming!”

“That’s my girl,” he grunted. “That’s my good girl.”

He snaked one hand around the front of my throat, tugging me to him and keeping me upright with it. Moans and whimpers left my mouth, my nipples aching.

“How desperate are you for another?”

“More! More! More! More!” I cried, bucking my hips against his and aching for another orgasm as good as the last. “I need more!”

With his fingers still circling my clit, he continued pounding into me at a steady pace.

I curled my toes, the pressure already pushing me closer to the edge again. He kissed on my neck from behind, sucking on the skin so hard that it’d probably leave a mark.

I twisted my head and drew my nose against his, staring at him through my brows. “Please, come with me. Please.”

“The way you plead for me, Myla,” he murmured, remembering my name from the few times I’d seen him before. “It’s always done something so bad to me.”

I clenched down on him at the thought of him, remembering me. Me!

“Come inside me,” I murmured against his mouth. “Please, fill me up. I need it. I need it so badly. I want to come with you.”

He sucked my bottom lips between his teeth and slammed deep inside me. My eyes rolled back, and I moaned loudly, an orgasm ripping through me.

“Oh my G-G-G-God!” I cried. “Oh my God!”

He stilled and grunted into my mouth, his lips suddenly on mine, kissing me and whispering sweet nothings to me. Hell, I might not have known what was in that punch, but I needed more of it.

Whatever it was… whatever this sex cult was… I was hooked. Addicted.

And I don’t think I’d ever be satisfied.

Author's Note: I think I'd react the same if I was Myla 🥵 What would you do if you were caught in a spicy situation that you definitely shouldn't be in??

With my throbbing cock in my hand, I invited Paisley to join my group for the horror game Cannibal. I waited for her to enter the lobby, spitting on the tip of my dick and stroking it slowly to wet it from the head to the base.

Paisley’s avatar–a woman with a sick undercut and a light pink miniskirt–appeared on the screen next to my character. Her name appeared in the chat along with the words: Are you in a voice call?

I gripped my dick hard, squeezing it around the base, and grunted. She hadn’t been online for the past few days, but fuck, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. I sat at my PC every night, waiting for that green circle to appear next to her name.

Me: Check Discord.

My cock throbbed in my hand, aching for me to stroke it to the thought of her. But I had been holding out for days now until I heard her soft voice. Listening to her was the only time I had come for the past few months now.

Because she was mine.

And I was fucking hers.

“I found you,” she giggled, her voice drifting through my headphones.

Dick twitching, I moved my mouth away from the mic and grunted underneath my breath, running my hand up and down the length of my cock. When I was sure she couldn’t hear, I leaned back to the mic again and readied up to start the game.

“Hey, what’s up?” I asked, trying to stay in control.

“Long day,” she sighed, the sound making my balls fucking heavy.

All I wanted was to fill her pretty little cunt all the way up with my cum, make her my filthy little whore, a pretty slut just for me. I swallowed hard and stroked myself faster, tensing my torso as the pleasure built inside me.

“Yeah?” I asked, my voice husky to mask the ecstasy rushing through my body.

“Yeah,” she said. “Just worked all day. ”

“Fuuuck,” I said, dragging out the word because I couldn’t get the thought of sitting at a desk, dressed in a tight black skirt with sheer stockings, with my fingers deep in her sopping cunt as she desperately tried to keep quiet. “That sounds like shit.”

“Mmm, it’s whatever. How was your day?”

“My day?” I repeated.

I wasn’t in the right mind to answer any questions.

“Did you do anything fun?” she asked as we waited for the game to start.

“Nah,” I laughed to hide the sounds of my jerking off to her. “Just work too.”

Worked and edged myself all day thinking about tonight. Every time I had a break, at my desk, during meetings, I hadn’t been able to stop touching myself, stroking my cock, thinking about her sitting on my lap and riding me.

The game finally loaded onto the screen, and two other random characters appeared next to us.

The objective of the game was to hide and run away from the Cannibal who tried to knock us down and sever our limbs.

With my free hand, I directed my character around the map trying to dodge obstacles with one hand and one hand only, because I wanted to play with her, I just needed to stroke one out first.

“Go! Go! Go!” Paisley shouted. “The Cannibal is chasing me.”

“Where are you?” I asked, taking my eyes off the screen for a moment to gaze down at my swollen cock. I let another wad of spit dribble from my lips onto the tip of my dick and suppressed a grunt.

Her voice…

Her fucking voice…

“Behind you,” she said. “Move faster.”

“Faster Paiz?” I asked, stroking myself faster and harder while navigating through the map with one hand.

“Faster,” she said, her character running behind me. “He’s so close.”

“He’s not the only one who’s fucking close,” I grunted under my breath, my balls becoming heavier. All I wanted was to dump my load into her pretty little mouth and watch as she swallowed like a good girl.

I didn’t even think she realized what I said, because she continued. “Faster!”

Dick twitching, I dropped my hand from my keyboard, turned off my mic, and cupped my balls.

Paisley shrieked the way she always did when the Cannibal downed her, though she never got mad at my stupid little in-game mistakes.

After tilting my head back, I closed my eyes and got myself off. I wanted my dick in her hand, in her mouth, deep in her pussy too. Thrusting in and out. Pounding her tight little hole until she was begging me to stop, crying out that the pleasure was too much, that she couldn’t handle it any longer.

Then I wanted to do it again. And again. And again.

“I want your fucking pussy wrapped around my cock, Paiz,” I grunted.

“Huh?” Paisley asked.

My eyes snapped open, and I watched Paisley’s character stop struggling with the Cannibal on the screen. Instead, she laid helpless in his arms as he severed a finger from her hand.

Paisley cleared her throat through the voice chat.

“I think your mic is muffled,” she said. “I… I think I misheard you.”

Fuck.

I pressed the mute button on my headphones again, because I didn’t want to scare her off as I dumped my cum into my hand and grunted her fucking name as I came. I had done this every night we talked for the past few weeks now, and I had never fucked up like this.

“Are you still there?” she asked through the headset.

“Keep talking baby,” I grunted. “Let me get off to that sexy fucking voice of yours.”

“Are you watching porn while we’re in a game?” Paisley asked.

Fuck!

What the hell was wrong with my fucking mic?

“No,” I said between gritted teeth, too far gone to stop jerking off to her now.

“Oh,” she whispered. “Did… did you say that to me?”

I grunted again and blew a long breath through my nose, jaw tightening as my balls became heavier. My mind was fucking numb. I was gone. So gone. I needed this. I hadn’t come in fucking days.

“I have to go,” I said.

“Don’t go,” she whispered. “Please. I… I want to listen.”

“Fuck, baby, you can’t say that shit to me.”

“Please, don’t stop,” she begged, and I could only imagine she was pouting.

“Paiz…”

“Are you jerking off?” she asked innocently, nervous giggles erupting through the mic. “To me?”

“It’s all I’ve been able to fucking do, Paisley.” I moved my hand faster. “Imagining that it’s your hand wrapped around my throbbing fucking dick, your mouth on it. Every damn time we play together. I can’t fucking stop it. I’m addicted to you.”

She whined softly through the mic, the sound nearly tipping me over the edge. “Me too.”

“Fuck,” I grunted. “You rub your pussy thinking about me?”

Another whimper. “Yes.”

“Are you touching yourself right now?”

“Mhm.”

“Words, baby. Use your words,” I ordered.

“Yes,” she murmured. “And it feels so good.”

“Get closer to your mic. I want to hear you whimper for me.”

Small moans drifted through my headset, becoming louder and louder by the moment. “I want to come with you,” she whined. “Please, let me come with you. I’ve touched myself every night thinking about this.”

“Baby,” I groaned, jerking my hand faster. “Tell me when you’re about to come.”

“I-I don’t know how much longer that I can hold out for,” she whispered. “I’m so close.”

“Tell me when you’re about to come,” I ordered again, desperately hoping that I’d be able to hold myself off until then, because her voice… and those moans… were pushing me closer to the edge. Some pre-cum dribbled out of my tip.

A moment later, Paisley cried out into the mic. “I-I… I’m coming!”

Pleasure jolted through my body. I threw my head back against my seat and grunted, coming into my hand and wishing it was her tight pussy that was probably begging, pulsing, aching for my cock.

After the last bit of cum dribbled out of my head, I leaned back and blew out an unsteady breath. Paisley whimpered through the headset again. “Looks like we both died in the game,” she giggled softly.

My lips curled into a smile as I wiped off my hand and grabbed my mouse, clicking through the end-game screen to the lobby for a new game. “Look at that,” I said, shaking my head. “I guess we did.”

Author's Note: What would you do if this happened to you? Because I would die 😂

“No,” I whispered to myself, walking down to the kitchen of our rented vacation house. I crossed my arms over my chest to hide my taut nipples and shook my head. “It can’t be Charlie. I… I can’t believe it.”

No way was my best friend of seven years an adult entertainer.

He was the definition of puppy dog with big brown eyes, the nicest, sweetest man I had ever met. He’d help me with anything I asked and wasn’t one of those rich snobs just because he came from a wealthier family.

Heat swelled in my core. I had watched every single one of his videos in the past week and had even secretly skipped dinner with our other friends last night just to stay at the vacation house to watch his live stream.

He never showed his face, but I knew his body too well. Those tattoos and his scar.

I had even paid him to grunt and growl my name last night, because I had wanted to hear it so badly. He had said my name before in person so softly spoken, but last night it was fucking wild, rowdy.

“Morning,” Charlie beamed when I walked into the kitchen, stirring a bowl of pancake mix.

“Morning,” I squeaked and hurried past him.

“What’s wrong?” he called before I could escape into the dining room.

I twirled around, holding my hands over my chest to hide my aching nipples, and attempted to come up with an excuse. Any excuse. Something that would be believable at the very least.

But instead I shook my head. “Nothing, why?”

He placed the mix down and grabbed a napkin to wipe his hands, his biceps flexing when he did. “What’s wrong, Athena?” he asked, setting the napkin down and stepping toward me. But he was screaming all kinds of trouble this morning.

I needed to get out of here quickly.

“Nothing!” I exclaimed and hurried toward the door. “Nothing at all.”

“Come on, A.” He snatched my wrist, sending tingles all over my body. “I know you.”

“I think I forgot something, uhm…” I peered around nervously. “Up in my room!”

After escaping his grasp, I sprinted past him and back the way I had come. What was wrong with me this morning? Why couldn’t I get my damn self together around him? I had touched myself one too many times to his videos, but… I had never reacted like this…

Maybe it was because of last night.

Once I reached my room, I slammed the door and ran to my computer.

“Can I come in?” he asked, opening the bedroom door, his brown eyes huge.

I snapped my laptop shut and stood in front of it, as if to protect it. “U-Uhm… Ye–No.”

He walked into the room anyway with a smile so soft that I couldn’t believe the man I had watched last night was really him. There was no way in fucking hell that it was him. The man in the video was vicious, dark, filthy-mouthed, and… loved choking.

The Charlie Patton I knew apologized if he accidentally bumped into me.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

“What is it, Athena?” he said, taking another step into the room. He shut the door behind himself. “Here, so nobody else can hear. Your secret is safe with me. Can you tell me what happened? Why you’re acting so weird?”

“I can’t,” I whispered, heart pounding the closer he came.

“Why not? Did something happen at the bar last night?”

“No.”

He grimaced and looked past me at the computer. “Is it something on your computer?”

“No!”

Instead of listening to me, he walked past me. “I swear, if someone is harassing–”

“Wait! Don’t open th–”

Before I could finish, he had opened my laptop. The video of him pounding his cock into another woman’s throat, slapping her tits, and spitting on her face began playing on full blast because my earbuds weren’t connected anymore.

“It’s not what it looks like!” I shrieked, slamming the laptop shut. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

We were best fucking friends, and I had been touching myself to him, thinking about how it’d feel if I had been the one he’d been face-fucking like that. It was exactly how it had looked, and I felt so guilty for it.

I turned my head and averted my gaze, my chest and face suddenly burning. “I’m so sorry. I found it online and I… I knew it was you. You have the same tattoo, the same scar on your finger. And I…”

Suddenly, he wrapped his hand around my throat and pinned me to the nearest wall. I sucked in a breath and stared up into his dark eyes, my heart pounding inside my chest and my pussy clenching.

“You what?” he growled. “Found out it was me and decided to touch yourself to it?”

While I opened my mouth to protest, only a whimper escaped my throat.

A low, deep chuckle rumbled from his body, and then he drew the pad of his thumb across my lower lip. The submissive in me sucked in another breath and stared up at him, waiting, anticipating his next move.

“If you wanted me to treat you like a dirty little fuckdoll all this time, you could’ve said so,” he said, slipping his thumb between my lips and watching as I sucked on it. He cursed under his breath, his gaze hazy.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, sucking on it harder. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop myself.”

“Fucking hell,” he snarled, shoving me to his feet.

I landed on my knees, my pussy aching and desperate, and stared up at him through wide eyes. He reached down and pinched my hardened nipples through my tank top, tugging them as hard as he could.

“It was you last night, wasn’t it?”

“N-No.”

He pulled on my nipples harder. “Don’t fucking lie to me.”

“Yes, it was,” I cried, reaching for his buckle. “It was me!”

He released my tits and slid his hands up to my jaw, shoving his fingers into my mouth to wet them, drawing them all across my face, lightly tapping my cheek as if to test what I really liked, how far I really wanted to go with him.

“Open your mouth,” he growled.

I obeyed and opened my mouth. He shoved four fingers back into me and toward the back of my throat, making me gag on him. He wiggled them around, testing me, preparing me for his huge cock.

“Are you going to be a good girl for daddy?” he hummed, thrusting his fingers in and out of my throat. Spit and drool rolled down my chin and onto my tanktop that barely even hid my tits anymore.

“Mhm,” I said, drooling and choking on his fingers.

“What was that?”

“Mhm!”

He grabbed a fistful of my hair at the top of my head and bobbed it back and forth, forcing me to choke myself on his fingers. “Nodding for me, sweetheart.” He pounded them faster into my mouth. “Keep going baby. Get that throat ready for me.”

When he finally pulled my head back, I collapsed onto my hands, coughing and spitting up drool. He pulled my head back by my hair and undid his buckle with his free hand. My pussy tightened, heat exploding throughout my core.

I grabbed his waistband and yanked his jeans down to his ankles as he gripped his huge cock in his hand, precum already dribbling off the head. Another wave of pleasure rushed through me, and I pressed my thighs together.

Before he could growl another word, I wrapped my hands around the base and pulled him closer, moving my mouth around his dick and dragging my tongue across his head, thrusting him inside me.

“I’ve been waiting to fuck you like this for years,” he grunted. “Fucking years, Athena.”

After I slowly took him inside me twice, he tightened his grip on my hair so I couldn’t move and then pounded himself deep into my throat. I choked and gagged on him, but he refused to stop and even went so far as to thrust himself deep enough so my lips were pressed against his hips as he pinched my nose closed.

I placed my hands on his thighs, air restricted, and attempted to pull back.

But again, he refused to let me move.

“Touch yourself,” he growled. “Rub that little aching pussy for me.”

Through teary eyes, I stared up at him and thrust a hand between my legs, rubbing my clit in torturous little circles. I opened my mouth wider, both to breathe and to moan, but he plugged me up with his balls.

He wrapped my hair around my throat and used it to choke me. “Every fucking time that I’m with someone else, I imagine it’s you that I’m ruining.”

I rubbed my pussy faster, the pleasure exploding through my core. One more moment passed, then he released his hold on me. I collapsed onto my back, my legs too weak to hold me up as ecstasy rushed through my body.

“F-Fuck!” I cried. “Oh my g-g-god!”

He dropped between my thighs, yanked off my shorts, and thrusted his fingers into my aching cunt. I pulsed tightly around him, the pleasure still pumping out of me. I cried out in pleasure when he drew his fingers in a come-hither motion against my g-spot.

“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.

I spread them wider and watched impatiently as he moved between them, dragging his hands up and down my bare thighs, like he had wanted to touch me like this for so long, like he wanted to savor it.

Instead of plunging himself inside me, he rubbed my clit with the head of his dick. I reached toward him and clutched his thighs with my fingers, my pussy tightening even harder. “Please,” I begged. “Please fuck m–”

Before I could get another word out, he shoved himself into me. My body jerked up into the air, my back arching. I spazzed out around him until he finally leaned forward, placed his forearms on either side of my head, and then kissed me.

When his lips met mine, he slammed himself into me as fast and hard as he could. His kiss soft but his thrusts brutal. I parted my lips, allowing for him to slip his tongue into my mouth. I tightened around him, wanting to blurt out all the feelings I had for him.

But I couldn’t get myself to do it.

After all, this was happening because I found out his dirty secret. Not because he liked me.

“Where do you want it?” he murmured after ten minutes of making me orgasm again and again and again.

If I told him that I wanted him to dump his load inside my pussy, he’d laugh right in my face. I had never once seen him cum inside anyone’s pussy before, only ever coming on their faces and very rarely down their throats.

“Please, don’t stop,” I cried instead, dragging my nails down his back. “Please!”

“Where do you fucking want it, you little dirty whore?”

I tightened my pussy around him and pretended like I didn’t hear.

He chuckled darkly. “Your pussy got all tight, Athena. You want it inside you?”

My cheeks flushed, and I tried to hide my face from him because I was so embarrassed. There was no doubt in my mind that he would pull out. I was just another girl to him, someone he could get off to.

“I’m going to make you fucking say it one way or another, so you better start talking.”

“Charlie,” I whispered.

He smacked my cheek. “Where do you want it?”

No response.

Smack.

“Where do you want it?”

Still nothing.

Smack.

“Where do you fucking wan–”

“Inside me, please!” I cried, unable to stop myself.

My body was doing all kinds of betraying me today. He shouldn’t even be inside me right now, so I shouldn’t care. But I felt so wrong, so dirty. Charlie was my best friend, my best fucking friend who’s cock was now plunged deep into my cunt.

“Please,” I cried. Begged. “Please, Charlie!”

His thrusts became even quicker. He wrapped his arms underneath my shoulders and grasped them, pulling me toward him with every thrust. “I’ve never cum inside a woman,” he growled, voice husky in my ear.

“I-I know,” I cried out, about to explode again. “I’m sorry for asking. Y-You don’t ha–”

Before I could finish my sentence, he slammed his cock deep into my pussy and grunted. He stilled for a couple moments, not pulling out as his dick twitched inside me, then he shoved his cum even deeper.

“Charlie!” I cried, coming all over him.

Through hazy eyes, he watched me come down from my fifth orgasm of the morning. And only then did he pull out of my pussy, spreading my legs and admiring his cum dripping out of my pulsing hole.

“Charlie,” I whispered, sitting up on my forearms. My heart pounded inside my chest, my gaze dropping to his cum drooling onto the rug underneath us. I went to stand, to wipe it all out of me because this wasn’t right. We were bestfriends.

But he caught me and shoved his fingers into my cunt, pushing his cum back inside me. “Mine,” he growled. “This pussy is now mine.”

Author's Note: Hi everyone! Tell me what you thought about this one pls 🥺🩷 I hope you enjoyed it!

“Savannah Bluright,” the secretary called through the empty waiting room where I paced uncontrollably. My heart raced, my mind jittery with worry. I hadn’t been able to sit still all morning. She smiled at me. “Dr. Garcia is ready to see you.”

I paused and inhaled deeply, walking to Dr. Garcia’s office and knocking on the thick wooden door. I had tried everything that Dr. Garcia told me to do whenever I had a panic attack, but none of it worked today.

My anxiety was so bad this morning that I had to book a last-minute session with him.

“Come on in, Savannah,” he called from inside his office.

After seizing the doorknob, I pushed the door open and stepped into the room. Dr. Garcia sat behind his wooden-oak desk and glanced up at me when I walked in, his lips curled into a caring smile.

“Why don’t you shut the door and sit?” he said, gesturing to the couch beside his desk.

Once I closed the door, I sat and placed my hands on my bouncing knees. No matter how much I tried, my mind wouldn’t stop racing. And I just wanted it to stop. When this shit happened, I couldn’t even focus on work.

“Tell me what’s going on today,” Dr. Garcia said, giving me his full attention, those intense brown eyes focused on me and me only. He stood and walked to the chair in front of me with a notebook that he hadn’t opened yet. “What’s wrong, Savannah?”

“I can’t…” I started, feeling the hot tears build in my eyes. “I can’t focus. My mind is all over the place. I’m thinking the worst. I’ve tried everything that you’ve told me, but I can’t calm myself today.”

“You’ve tried everything?” he asked, arching one hard brow.

I rubbed my sweaty palms together and refused to make eye contact. “Yes.”

“Ms. Bluright,” he said, voice a bit more stern. “Look at me. You’ve tried everything?”

Swallowing hard, I stared into his intense eyes and pressed my lips together. Truthfully, I had tried almost everything, but I hadn’t done it all. All that homework he had given me… I hadn’t attempted his last assignment.

“You haven’t,” he concluded. “You do remember how to deal with problems, right? When you feel like you have no control over your life and your anxiety runs high, what have we talked about?” He arched his dark brow hard while he tapped his pen against the closed notebook. “What solutions have we come up with for you?”

I rubbed my sweaty palms together, unable to stop the racing thoughts inside my head. I didn’t want to say it out loud. These solutions sounded so… bad, so wrong.

Dr. Garcia placed down his notebook on a small wooden table beside his chair, stood, and walked around me. When he stopped behind me, I inhaled sharply and grinded my thighs together, the warmth pooling between them.

“What do you do?” he asked me, his voice low and his hot breath on my ear.

“Give in,” I whispered. “Let go of them.”

He laid his hands on my shoulders and squeezed lightly. “How?”

“By submitting,” I whispered. My knees stopped bouncing. “To you.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, thumbs gently digging into my tight back muscles. “You know what I think, Savannah… you didn’t want to try the latest assignment I gave you to get better, because you wanted to come see me today. Isn’t that right?”

More heat gathered in my core, and I whimpered softly. “Yes.”

He hummed behind me and pulled something out of his suit-pant pocket. “Pull your hair to the side,” he ordered. When I did, he locked a collar that read Property of Dr. Garcia around my neck.

“Let go of all your anxieties, all your problems for just an hour with me,” he whispered into my ear, hand slipping down my abdomen and into my jeans. He unbuttoned the top button and continued lower until his long fingers skimmed against my panties, sending shivers down my spine.

I tilted my head back slightly and moaned, finally letting myself slip.

“It’s okay to let go. It’s okay to let me make you feel good.”

Parting my legs, I gave him better access and clenched, my panties becoming soaked. I gripped the chair handles and dug my fingers into the cloth, the pressure rising quickly in my core as his fingers moved skillfully around my clit.

My legs started to tremble, my mind finally numb to my nerves and worries. I tilted my head back and to the side, watching Dr. Garcia as he teased my pussy. He glanced over at me, his free hand coming around the opposite side of my neck and grasping my chin. “Come.”

One word, and I crumbled.

Pleasure shot through my body. Wave after wave crashed over me and sent me spiraling into a world of submission, of ecstasy. I loved being his submissive, coming only when he told me I could, obeying his every command.

He placed a hand over my mouth to muffle my screams.

Once I had come inside my jeans, Dr. Garcia pulled away and walked to the other side of the room, pulling out a camera and tripod that he always used during our sessions. He clicked the record button.

“Don’t worry about the camera,” he murmured to me, slowly pulling off my clothes. “You know it’s to track your progress, how well this treatment plan is working for you. You’ve become better and better each time we meet here.”

“I know,” I whispered, my nipples hardening from the cool air inside his office.

Everything he did was to help me get better. Everything.

Dr. Garcia walked to his chair, unbuckled his belt, and then undid his pants button. He sat in his chair and leaned back, cocking a finger to me. “Come sit on my cock, Savannah. Let’s calm that mind of yours.”

I walked over to him and straddled his waist, my sopping pussy dripping over his suit pants and ruining them. He pulled out his huge and hard cock and positioned himself at my entrance. “Sit.”

Obeying, I lowered myself onto him. A wave of pleasure rushed over me, making me shiver. I clenched on his huge cock and grasped his shoulders, the pressure rising in my core again.

“Oh, you’re doing so good,” he murmured to me, grabbing a fistful of my hair and placing his hot mouth all over the column of my neck. “So good, Savannah.”

Wanting to feel good, I bounced up and down on his cock, knowing that he was recording every bit of this. Every time we had a session, he made me watch the recordings over and over again to show me just how much I was improving, just how much more submissive and calm I became every single time with him.

I clenched even harder on him, moans escaping my mouth

“Continue to ride my cock like a good girl,” he said to me, grasping my hips and helping me move them up and down on his dick. “Just like that, Savannah. Keep bouncing on me and beg for my cum.”

“Please, give me your cum,” I whimpered, feeling like I was about to explode around him. “Please, Dr. Garcia, fill up my tight hole. I need it so badly. It’ll make me come all around your hard cock.”

“Fuck,” he grunted, slamming my hips down on his cock and forcing them still.

I knew he was trying to stop himself from coming already, but he didn’t tell me to stop bouncing. So, I continued to buck my hips back and forth, my breasts moving against his chest and my pussy exploding around his cock.

Dr. Garcia grunted and shoved his hips up toward me, pushing his cock as deep as he could get it. He grasped a fistful of my hair and forced me down to him. “Your pussy just milks my fucking cock, Savannah, so fucking well.”

And to make sure that I pleased Dr. Garcia enough, I continued to buck my hips until every last drop of his cum was buried deep inside my pussy. Then I collapsed onto him, feeling nothing but calm for the first time today.

“How did that make you feel?” he asked me, strong arms wrapping around my waist.

“Good,” I whispered into his neck. “Really good.”

After a couple moments, he smiled and stood, setting me on his couch and redoing his pants. “I think we should up our sessions,” he said, turning off the camera. “Instead of once a week, how about twice? Three times if you really want it.”

“Three times a week it is,” I said, pulling my jeans up and my shirt on. “See you Wednesday, Dr. Garcia.”

Author's Note: I love darker themes :) What did you think? What kinds of stories do you want to read from me next? Please lmk in the comments!

“No,” I whispered to myself, walking down to the kitchen of our rented vacation house. I crossed my arms over my chest to hide my taut nipples and shook my head. “It can’t be Charlie. I… I can’t believe it.”

No way was my best friend of seven years an adult entertainer.

He was the definition of puppy dog with big brown eyes, the nicest, sweetest man I had ever met. He’d help me with anything I asked and wasn’t one of those rich snobs just because he came from a wealthier family.

Heat swelled in my core. I had watched every single one of his videos in the past week and had even secretly skipped dinner with our other friends last night just to stay at the vacation house to watch his live stream.

He never showed his face, but I knew his body too well. Those tattoos and his scar.

I had even paid him to grunt and growl my name last night, because I had wanted to hear it so badly. He had said my name before in person so softly spoken, but last night it was fucking wild, rowdy.

“Morning,” Charlie beamed when I walked into the kitchen, stirring a bowl of pancake mix.

“Morning,” I squeaked and hurried past him.

“What’s wrong?” he called before I could escape into the dining room.

I twirled around, holding my hands over my chest to hide my aching nipples, and attempted to come up with an excuse. Any excuse. Something that would be believable at the very least.

But instead I shook my head. “Nothing, why?”

He placed the mix down and grabbed a napkin to wipe his hands, his biceps flexing when he did. “What’s wrong, Athena?” he asked, setting the napkin down and stepping toward me. But he was screaming all kinds of trouble this morning.

I needed to get out of here quickly.

“Nothing!” I exclaimed and hurried toward the door. “Nothing at all.”

“Come on, A.” He snatched my wrist, sending tingles all over my body. “I know you.”

“I think I forgot something, uhm…” I peered around nervously. “Up in my room!”

After escaping his grasp, I sprinted past him and back the way I had come. What was wrong with me this morning? Why couldn’t I get my damn self together around him? I had touched myself one too many times to his videos, but… I had never reacted like this…

Maybe it was because of last night.

Once I reached my room, I slammed the door and ran to my computer.

“Can I come in?” he asked, opening the bedroom door, his brown eyes huge.

I snapped my laptop shut and stood in front of it, as if to protect it. “U-Uhm… Ye–No.”

He walked into the room anyway with a smile so soft that I couldn’t believe the man I had watched last night was really him. There was no way in fucking hell that it was him. The man in the video was vicious, dark, filthy-mouthed, and… loved choking.

The Charlie Patton I knew apologized if he accidentally bumped into me.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

“What is it, Athena?” he said, taking another step into the room. He shut the door behind himself. “Here, so nobody else can hear. Your secret is safe with me. Can you tell me what happened? Why you’re acting so weird?”

“I can’t,” I whispered, heart pounding the closer he came.

“Why not? Did something happen at the bar last night?”

“No.”

He grimaced and looked past me at the computer. “Is it something on your computer?”

“No!”

Instead of listening to me, he walked past me. “I swear, if someone is harassing–”

“Wait! Don’t open th–”

Before I could finish, he had opened my laptop. The video of him pounding his cock into another woman’s throat, slapping her tits, and spitting on her face began playing on full blast because my earbuds weren’t connected anymore.

“It’s not what it looks like!” I shrieked, slamming the laptop shut. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

We were best fucking friends, and I had been touching myself to him, thinking about how it’d feel if I had been the one he’d been face-fucking like that. It was exactly how it had looked, and I felt so guilty for it.

I turned my head and averted my gaze, my chest and face suddenly burning. “I’m so sorry. I found it online and I… I knew it was you. You have the same tattoo, the same scar on your finger. And I…”

Suddenly, he wrapped his hand around my throat and pinned me to the nearest wall. I sucked in a breath and stared up into his dark eyes, my heart pounding inside my chest and my pussy clenching.

“You what?” he growled. “Found out it was me and decided to touch yourself to it?”

While I opened my mouth to protest, only a whimper escaped my throat.

A low, deep chuckle rumbled from his body, and then he drew the pad of his thumb across my lower lip. The submissive in me sucked in another breath and stared up at him, waiting, anticipating his next move.

“If you wanted me to treat you like a dirty little fuckdoll all this time, you could’ve said so,” he said, slipping his thumb between my lips and watching as I sucked on it. He cursed under his breath, his gaze hazy.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, sucking on it harder. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop myself.”

“Fucking hell,” he snarled, shoving me to his feet.

I landed on my knees, my pussy aching and desperate, and stared up at him through wide eyes. He reached down and pinched my hardened nipples through my tank top, tugging them as hard as he could.

“It was you last night, wasn’t it?”

“N-No.”

He pulled on my nipples harder. “Don’t fucking lie to me.”

“Yes, it was,” I cried, reaching for his buckle. “It was me!”

He released my tits and slid his hands up to my jaw, shoving his fingers into my mouth to wet them, drawing them all across my face, lightly tapping my cheek as if to test what I really liked, how far I really wanted to go with him.

“Open your mouth,” he growled.

I obeyed and opened my mouth. He shoved four fingers back into me and toward the back of my throat, making me gag on him. He wiggled them around, testing me, preparing me for his huge cock.

“Are you going to be a good girl for daddy?” he hummed, thrusting his fingers in and out of my throat. Spit and drool rolled down my chin and onto my tanktop that barely even hid my tits anymore.

“Mhm,” I said, drooling and choking on his fingers.

“What was that?”

“Mhm!”

He grabbed a fistful of my hair at the top of my head and bobbed it back and forth, forcing me to choke myself on his fingers. “Nodding for me, sweetheart.” He pounded them faster into my mouth. “Keep going baby. Get that throat ready for me.”

When he finally pulled my head back, I collapsed onto my hands, coughing and spitting up drool. He pulled my head back by my hair and undid his buckle with his free hand. My pussy tightened, heat exploding throughout my core.

I grabbed his waistband and yanked his jeans down to his ankles as he gripped his huge cock in his hand, precum already dribbling off the head. Another wave of pleasure rushed through me, and I pressed my thighs together.

Before he could growl another word, I wrapped my hands around the base and pulled him closer, moving my mouth around his dick and dragging my tongue across his head, thrusting him inside me.

“I’ve been waiting to fuck you like this for years,” he grunted. “Fucking years, Athena.”

After I slowly took him inside me twice, he tightened his grip on my hair so I couldn’t move and then pounded himself deep into my throat. I choked and gagged on him, but he refused to stop and even went so far as to thrust himself deep enough so my lips were pressed against his hips as he pinched my nose closed.

I placed my hands on his thighs, air restricted, and attempted to pull back.

But again, he refused to let me move.

“Touch yourself,” he growled. “Rub that little aching pussy for me.”

Through teary eyes, I stared up at him and thrust a hand between my legs, rubbing my clit in torturous little circles. I opened my mouth wider, both to breathe and to moan, but he plugged me up with his balls.

He wrapped my hair around my throat and used it to choke me. “Every fucking time that I’m with someone else, I imagine it’s you that I’m ruining.”

I rubbed my pussy faster, the pleasure exploding through my core. One more moment passed, then he released his hold on me. I collapsed onto my back, my legs too weak to hold me up as ecstasy rushed through my body.

“F-Fuck!” I cried. “Oh my g-g-god!”

He dropped between my thighs, yanked off my shorts, and thrusted his fingers into my aching cunt. I pulsed tightly around him, the pleasure still pumping out of me. I cried out in pleasure when he drew his fingers in a come-hither motion against my g-spot.

“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.

I spread them wider and watched impatiently as he moved between them, dragging his hands up and down my bare thighs, like he had wanted to touch me like this for so long, like he wanted to savor it.

Instead of plunging himself inside me, he rubbed my clit with the head of his dick. I reached toward him and clutched his thighs with my fingers, my pussy tightening even harder. “Please,” I begged. “Please fuck m–”

Before I could get another word out, he shoved himself into me. My body jerked up into the air, my back arching. I spazzed out around him until he finally leaned forward, placed his forearms on either side of my head, and then kissed me.

When his lips met mine, he slammed himself into me as fast and hard as he could. His kiss soft but his thrusts brutal. I parted my lips, allowing for him to slip his tongue into my mouth. I tightened around him, wanting to blurt out all the feelings I had for him.

But I couldn’t get myself to do it.

After all, this was happening because I found out his dirty secret. Not because he liked me.

“Where do you want it?” he murmured after ten minutes of making me orgasm again and again and again.

If I told him that I wanted him to dump his load inside my pussy, he’d laugh right in my face. I had never once seen him cum inside anyone’s pussy before, only ever coming on their faces and very rarely down their throats.

“Please, don’t stop,” I cried instead, dragging my nails down his back. “Please!”

“Where do you fucking want it, you little dirty whore?”

I tightened my pussy around him and pretended like I didn’t hear.

He chuckled darkly. “Your pussy got all tight, Athena. You want it inside you?”

My cheeks flushed, and I tried to hide my face from him because I was so embarrassed. There was no doubt in my mind that he would pull out. I was just another girl to him, someone he could get off to.

“I’m going to make you fucking say it one way or another, so you better start talking.”

“Charlie,” I whispered.

He smacked my cheek. “Where do you want it?”

No response.

Smack.

“Where do you want it?”

Still nothing.

Smack.

“Where do you fucking wan–”

“Inside me, please!” I cried, unable to stop myself.

My body was doing all kinds of betraying me today. He shouldn’t even be inside me right now, so I shouldn’t care. But I felt so wrong, so dirty. Charlie was my best friend, my best fucking friend who’s cock was now plunged deep into my cunt.

“Please,” I cried. Begged. “Please, Charlie!”

His thrusts became even quicker. He wrapped his arms underneath my shoulders and grasped them, pulling me toward him with every thrust. “I’ve never cum inside a woman,” he growled, voice husky in my ear.

“I-I know,” I cried out, about to explode again. “I’m sorry for asking. Y-You don’t ha–”

Before I could finish my sentence, he slammed his cock deep into my pussy and grunted. He stilled for a couple moments, not pulling out as his dick twitched inside me, then he shoved his cum even deeper.

“Charlie!” I cried, coming all over him.

Through hazy eyes, he watched me come down from my fifth orgasm of the morning. And only then did he pull out of my pussy, spreading my legs and admiring his cum dripping out of my pulsing hole.

“Charlie,” I whispered, sitting up on my forearms. My heart pounded inside my chest, my gaze dropping to his cum drooling onto the rug underneath us. I went to stand, to wipe it all out of me because this wasn’t right. We were bestfriends.

But he caught me and shoved his fingers into my cunt, pushing his cum back inside me. “Mine,” he growled. “This pussy is now mine.”

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“Welcome to our class today, Throat Fucking 101.” Professor Patton stood in the front of class, eyeing the students. “Tonight we’ll be learning how to fuck a woman’s throat and how to have your throat trained for cock. Partner up.”

I shifted in my seat and scanned the room for a potential partner. Realizing that nearly everyone had already been seated with the guy or girl they wanted to be paired with–I guess this group of students didn’t play around–I stood and hurried to find a partner. But with our classes being uneven, that meant…

“Sierra,” Professor Patton called from the front. He was leaning back against his desk, fingers curled around the edges and lips curled into a devilish smirk. “Looks like you have the pleasure of working with me again.”

Heat rushed through my core as I remembered how huge Professor Patton was–length and girth. If I partnered with him, he would fill up my throat, then force the rest into me like he thought I’d be able to take it.

I tightened at the thought, my pussy aching to be filled again. It had only been a few days since he had last been inside me during the class on how to fuck a woman, but… I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him.

Every night before bed, I pushed a vibrator inside me, closed my eyes, and pretended that it was him pounding my pussy. Over and over. Until my legs were shaking. Until my pussy was quivering. Until I was moaning out his name.

Instead of putting up a fight or trying to avoid working with him because he was my professor, I swallowed my pride and nodded like the good girl he wanted me to be. When I stepped forward, his eyes darkened.

I dropped my gaze to the front of his suit pants, noticing the bulge beginning to form inside them. Warmth spread through my pussy, and I pressed my thighs together to suppress the ache between them.

“No excuses today, Miss Monroe?”

“No, Professor.”

He captured my throat in his large hand and tugged me toward him until our lips were centimeters apart and his warm, minty breath was fanning my mouth. “I’d say that you don’t know how hard that makes me for you.” He strummed his fingers against the column of my throat. “But when I’m this far down your throat, you’ll know.”

A whimper escaped my mouth, as my cheeks burned. He didn’t know how ready I was.

“Undress,” he announced to the class, then he turned to me. “Even you, Miss Monroe.”

I swallowed hard and fiddled with the bottom of my shirt, then found the courage to pull it over my head as he watched me. When I unclasped my bra, his intense gaze didn’t leave mine once, which only made the heat in my core rise.

Once I stood completely naked in front of him, he finally let his eyes fall to my body. He drew his tongue across his teeth, his bulge now stretching the front of his suit pants. He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper, preparing to demonstrate to the class how to face fuck one of his students.

He placed one large hand on his desk and tapped it. “Up on my desk to start.”

I slid up onto his desk and laid with my back against all his papers. He motioned to the side of the desk and commanded that I hang my head off of it and open my mouth. After shifting on the desk, I hung my head off the side and stared up at him.

“I’d like the women to follow Miss Monroe’s lead,” Professor Patton said. “Lie down on your desk, head hanging off the side of it, and open your mouth. We’re going to start off by seeing how far your partner can slide down your throat.”

Once everyone had followed directions, Professor Patton slowly slid his dick inside me.

“You want to be able to see this bulge in her throat,” he said, tracing the outline of his dick sticking against the front of my throat. He pushed his hips even closer to me, forcing me to take all of him. “And get it as far down as you can.

“She might try to push you away or pull her head back from this position, but you have full control of when you pull out of her.” Professor Patton grasped himself through my throat and began jerking himself off inside it. “Her throat will tighten around you and squeeze your cock almost as tightly as her pussy should.”

He sank his cock into me until my lips pressed against his hips, and even then, he began thrusting further and further down my throat to fill me up. Spit rolled down my face, ruining my makeup and then down into my hair. Between his dick all the way in my throat and his balls against my nostrils, I couldn’t breathe.

When I pulled back for air, he didn’t let me. “I control when I take myself out of you,” he murmured. “We’re training your throat, so I can fuck it whenever I feel like it, Miss Monroe. When I decide to pull out of you, you take one deep breath. That’s it.”

Heat rushed to my core, and I whimpered, desperate to breathe.

He reached over my body and cupped my pussy. “Do you understand?”

I nodded.

“Good,” he said, then began rubbing my clit as he continued talking to the class. “Let her take a deep breath, then fill her mouth.” He pulled out just long enough for me to take a huge gasp of air, then he shoved himself back inside me. He pounded into me for another thirty seconds, then allowed for me to take one deep breath, then gave me his dick again.

Another deep breath, his dick.

Over and over.

Once he finally pulled out of me, my spit had covered my face and ruined all my makeup I had put on to impress him tonight. He continued rubbing my clit, sending me higher and higher and higher. Then right before I was about to explode, he slapped it.

I cried out in pleasure, waves of ecstasy rushing through me.

“Kneel in front of me, Miss Monroe,” he ordered.

I scrambled off the desk, knelt in front of him, and stared up at him through the tears and strings of spit covering me. He moved one of his large, calloused hands across my face, rubbing in the spit and drool, ruining me even more.

“If she doesn’t look like a desperate, needy slut by the time you finish,” Professor Patton said. “You didn’t throat fuck her hard enough, so you’ll try again.” He stuck four fingers into my mouth, opening it up enough to shove his cock back inside me.

Without hesitation, Patton slammed himself into me over and over, so hard and so fast that I grasped his thighs and dug my nails into his muscle.

“Let go of my thighs,” he ordered. “Hands behind your back, like a good girl.”

Following his orders, I put my hands behind my back and continued to bob my head on his huge dick. He loomed over me, one hand holding my hair back in a ponytail and the other pinching my nose closed, so I couldn’t breathe.

I deepthroated his dick, my mouth against his abdomen, and parted my lips, desperate for air. The more time that passed, the warmer my cheeks burned. I gagged and tried to pull away, but with his grip on my hair, he held me in place.

Tears built in my pleading eyes. “Please,” I said around him, the word muffled.

“No.”

“Please,” I gargled.

“No,” he said, voice harsher. “You can take it for longer.”

Heat exploded through my clenching pussy. My aching nipples hardened against his thighs. Desperate for something, I gently skimmed my tits against his legs, the slight pressure shooting through my body and enough to hold me over for another moment.

“Longer,” he demanded. “I’m not pulling away until you’re choking on me.”

When I couldn’t take it any longer and my cheeks were burning, I coughed up spit on him and stared up at him through teary eyes. More and more drool rolled down my chin, my reflexes making me gag over and over on him until I pulled my head back.

Once he finally let me go, more spit fell from my mouth and onto the tilted floor. I held my hands behind my back and looked back up at him, holding my mouth open and wanting more for some whore-ish reason.

One guy raised his hand. “What should we do if she gags and pulls away like that?”

Professor Patton took my face in his hands, then thrust himself fast down my throat, hitting the back of it hard. Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, I gagged, pulled my head back, and coughed when he finally pulled out of me.

“Gagging like this,” Professor Patton started, gently grasping my chin, forcing me to look up at him, and swiping his thumb across my bottom lip to wipe off some spit. “Is no fault of her own. Just a natural reflex that you will have to train to get rid of.” He stared down at me now, his eyes almost soft. “Because your mouth and your throat are made for sucking dick.”

I nodded like the hungry fucking slut he had trained me to be these past few classes.

“But if she really can’t take it and she keeps pulling away from you, you can place her against a wall,” Professor Patton said, gently tugging on my shoulder to follow him to the wall. I crawled over to it and placed my back against the wall, opened my mouth and stared up at him. He shoved his cock into my mouth again, ramming it deep down my throat. Reflexively, I tried to pull away again, but I had no space. “She can try to pull back all she wants, but she’s not going anywhere. Isn’t that right, Miss Monroe?”

With his dick still in my mouth, I murmured, “Yes.”

With one hand wrapped in my hair and the other massaging his cock in my throat, he gently rolled his hips back and forth against my lips. I stared up at him, swallowing around him and hoping that he’d like it.

I rubbed my pussy, so close to coming but I was desperately holding off so we’d come at the same time. He’d see my eyes roll back in my head and that’d tip him over the edge. I knew it would. Hell, I was surprised that he lasted this long.

“When you’re about to come, you can pull out and come all over her face, or…” Professor Patton kneaded his fingers faster against my skin, rubbing the head of his cock through my throat.

I furrowed my brows together and kept my eyes open like a good girl, the pressure in my core building higher. Desperate for it now, 

I pushed myself even closer to him and sealed my lips around the base of his cock, cutting off the little air I had left to breathe and tipping me over the edge. My body seized in his hold, but I didn’t pull back.

“Just what I was waiting for, Miss Monroe,” Professor Patton said, tilting his head back and grunting. He came deep down my throat, filling it up with every last drop of cum that he had for me. “Or you can cum down her throat and keep yourself there until she’s forced to swallow it. My personal favorite.”

I stared up at him through watery eyes, waiting for him to tell me that I could swallow. But the longer I waited, the more salty cum there was, pooling in my throat and my mouth. Feeling myself about to gag at the sudden pressure, I clamped my lips harder around his shaft and promised myself that if I did gag, I wouldn’t let any come out.

I would swallow every last drop.

“Don’t stop touching yourself, Sierra,” Professor Patton demanded, not moving his cock from inside me. He gripped my hair tighter to hold me in place. “You’re not allowed to swallow my cum until you make yourself come again for me.”

After whimpering on his dick, I pushed my hand between my legs again and continued to massage my sensitive clit. I furrowed my brows, staring up at him, unsure if I’d be able to make myself come once more. Everything was so, so sensitive.

He dropped one hand and fondled my breast, then captured my nipple between his fingers and pinched it. Pleasure shot through me, and I moaned, my legs beginning to shake. Once he released my hair, he did the same with my other breast.

“If you want to swallow, you have to come,” Professor Patton said. “Do you understand?”

With the pressure building higher and higher inside me, I nodded. 

He kneaded my breasts with his large fingers, then took my nipples again and pulled this time. A louder moan escaped my throat, and I rubbed my clit faster.

So close… I was so fucking–

“Come for me, my desperate little whore.”

Pleasure exploded inside my core. My legs trembled uncontrollably. I swallowed his cum, threw my head back, and came hard. His hard cock fell out of my mouth and smacked against his thigh with a thump.

He captured my chin in his hand and swiped his thumb across my lower lip. “Great job today, Sierra.”

Author's Note: Hi everyone! This is one of my favorite stories in this series, I hope you enjoyed it 🥰 Did you like it? Any feedback is appreciated :)

“Welcome to our class today, Throat Fucking 101.” Professor Patton stood in the front of class, eyeing the students. “Tonight we’ll be learning how to fuck a woman’s throat and how to have your throat trained for cock. Partner up.”

I shifted in my seat and scanned the room for a potential partner. Realizing that nearly everyone had already been seated with the guy or girl they wanted to be paired with–I guess this group of students didn’t play around–I stood and hurried to find a partner. But with our classes being uneven, that meant…

“Sierra,” Professor Patton called from the front. He was leaning back against his desk, fingers curled around the edges and lips curled into a devilish smirk. “Looks like you have the pleasure of working with me again.”

Heat rushed through my core as I remembered how huge Professor Patton was–length and girth. If I partnered with him, he would fill up my throat, then force the rest into me like he thought I’d be able to take it.

I tightened at the thought, my pussy aching to be filled again. It had only been a few days since he had last been inside me during the class on how to fuck a woman, but… I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him.

Every night before bed, I pushed a vibrator inside me, closed my eyes, and pretended that it was him pounding my pussy. Over and over. Until my legs were shaking. Until my pussy was quivering. Until I was moaning out his name.

Instead of putting up a fight or trying to avoid working with him because he was my professor, I swallowed my pride and nodded like the good girl he wanted me to be. When I stepped forward, his eyes darkened.

I dropped my gaze to the front of his suit pants, noticing the bulge beginning to form inside them. Warmth spread through my pussy, and I pressed my thighs together to suppress the ache between them.

“No excuses today, Miss Monroe?”

“No, Professor.”

He captured my throat in his large hand and tugged me toward him until our lips were centimeters apart and his warm, minty breath was fanning my mouth. “I’d say that you don’t know how hard that makes me for you.” He strummed his fingers against the column of my throat. “But when I’m this far down your throat, you’ll know.”

A whimper escaped my mouth, as my cheeks burned. He didn’t know how ready I was.

“Undress,” he announced to the class, then he turned to me. “Even you, Miss Monroe.”

I swallowed hard and fiddled with the bottom of my shirt, then found the courage to pull it over my head as he watched me. When I unclasped my bra, his intense gaze didn’t leave mine once, which only made the heat in my core rise.

Once I stood completely naked in front of him, he finally let his eyes fall to my body. He drew his tongue across his teeth, his bulge now stretching the front of his suit pants. He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper, preparing to demonstrate to the class how to face fuck one of his students.

He placed one large hand on his desk and tapped it. “Up on my desk to start.”

I slid up onto his desk and laid with my back against all his papers. He motioned to the side of the desk and commanded that I hang my head off of it and open my mouth. After shifting on the desk, I hung my head off the side and stared up at him.

“I’d like the women to follow Miss Monroe’s lead,” Professor Patton said. “Lie down on your desk, head hanging off the side of it, and open your mouth. We’re going to start off by seeing how far your partner can slide down your throat.”

Once everyone had followed directions, Professor Patton slowly slid his dick inside me.

“You want to be able to see this bulge in her throat,” he said, tracing the outline of his dick sticking against the front of my throat. He pushed his hips even closer to me, forcing me to take all of him. “And get it as far down as you can.

“She might try to push you away or pull her head back from this position, but you have full control of when you pull out of her.” Professor Patton grasped himself through my throat and began jerking himself off inside it. “Her throat will tighten around you and squeeze your cock almost as tightly as her pussy should.”

He sank his cock into me until my lips pressed against his hips, and even then, he began thrusting further and further down my throat to fill me up. Spit rolled down my face, ruining my makeup and then down into my hair. Between his dick all the way in my throat and his balls against my nostrils, I couldn’t breathe.

When I pulled back for air, he didn’t let me. “I control when I take myself out of you,” he murmured. “We’re training your throat, so I can fuck it whenever I feel like it, Miss Monroe. When I decide to pull out of you, you take one deep breath. That’s it.”

Heat rushed to my core, and I whimpered, desperate to breathe.

He reached over my body and cupped my pussy. “Do you understand?”

I nodded.

“Good,” he said, then began rubbing my clit as he continued talking to the class. “Let her take a deep breath, then fill her mouth.” He pulled out just long enough for me to take a huge gasp of air, then he shoved himself back inside me. He pounded into me for another thirty seconds, then allowed for me to take one deep breath, then gave me his dick again.

Another deep breath, his dick.

Over and over.

Once he finally pulled out of me, my spit had covered my face and ruined all my makeup I had put on to impress him tonight. He continued rubbing my clit, sending me higher and higher and higher. Then right before I was about to explode, he slapped it.

I cried out in pleasure, waves of ecstasy rushing through me.

“Kneel in front of me, Miss Monroe,” he ordered.

I scrambled off the desk, knelt in front of him, and stared up at him through the tears and strings of spit covering me. He moved one of his large, calloused hands across my face, rubbing in the spit and drool, ruining me even more.

“If she doesn’t look like a desperate, needy slut by the time you finish,” Professor Patton said. “You didn’t throat fuck her hard enough, so you’ll try again.” He stuck four fingers into my mouth, opening it up enough to shove his cock back inside me.

Without hesitation, Patton slammed himself into me over and over, so hard and so fast that I grasped his thighs and dug my nails into his muscle.

“Let go of my thighs,” he ordered. “Hands behind your back, like a good girl.”

Following his orders, I put my hands behind my back and continued to bob my head on his huge dick. He loomed over me, one hand holding my hair back in a ponytail and the other pinching my nose closed, so I couldn’t breathe.

I deepthroated his dick, my mouth against his abdomen, and parted my lips, desperate for air. The more time that passed, the warmer my cheeks burned. I gagged and tried to pull away, but with his grip on my hair, he held me in place.

Tears built in my pleading eyes. “Please,” I said around him, the word muffled.

“No.”

“Please,” I gargled.

“No,” he said, voice harsher. “You can take it for longer.”

Heat exploded through my clenching pussy. My aching nipples hardened against his thighs. Desperate for something, I gently skimmed my tits against his legs, the slight pressure shooting through my body and enough to hold me over for another moment.

“Longer,” he demanded. “I’m not pulling away until you’re choking on me.”

When I couldn’t take it any longer and my cheeks were burning, I coughed up spit on him and stared up at him through teary eyes. More and more drool rolled down my chin, my reflexes making me gag over and over on him until I pulled my head back.

Once he finally let me go, more spit fell from my mouth and onto the tilted floor. I held my hands behind my back and looked back up at him, holding my mouth open and wanting more for some whore-ish reason.

One guy raised his hand. “What should we do if she gags and pulls away like that?”

Professor Patton took my face in his hands, then thrust himself fast down my throat, hitting the back of it hard. Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, I gagged, pulled my head back, and coughed when he finally pulled out of me.

“Gagging like this,” Professor Patton started, gently grasping my chin, forcing me to look up at him, and swiping his thumb across my bottom lip to wipe off some spit. “Is no fault of her own. Just a natural reflex that you will have to train to get rid of.” He stared down at me now, his eyes almost soft. “Because your mouth and your throat are made for sucking dick.”

I nodded like the hungry fucking slut he had trained me to be these past few classes.

“But if she really can’t take it and she keeps pulling away from you, you can place her against a wall,” Professor Patton said, gently tugging on my shoulder to follow him to the wall. I crawled over to it and placed my back against the wall, opened my mouth and stared up at him. He shoved his cock into my mouth again, ramming it deep down my throat. Reflexively, I tried to pull away again, but I had no space. “She can try to pull back all she wants, but she’s not going anywhere. Isn’t that right, Miss Monroe?”

With his dick still in my mouth, I murmured, “Yes.”

With one hand wrapped in my hair and the other massaging his cock in my throat, he gently rolled his hips back and forth against my lips. I stared up at him, swallowing around him and hoping that he’d like it.

I rubbed my pussy, so close to coming but I was desperately holding off so we’d come at the same time. He’d see my eyes roll back in my head and that’d tip him over the edge. I knew it would. Hell, I was surprised that he lasted this long.

“When you’re about to come, you can pull out and come all over her face, or…” Professor Patton kneaded his fingers faster against my skin, rubbing the head of his cock through my throat.

I furrowed my brows together and kept my eyes open like a good girl, the pressure in my core building higher. Desperate for it now, 

I pushed myself even closer to him and sealed my lips around the base of his cock, cutting off the little air I had left to breathe and tipping me over the edge. My body seized in his hold, but I didn’t pull back.

“Just what I was waiting for, Miss Monroe,” Professor Patton said, tilting his head back and grunting. He came deep down my throat, filling it up with every last drop of cum that he had for me. “Or you can cum down her throat and keep yourself there until she’s forced to swallow it. My personal favorite.”

I stared up at him through watery eyes, waiting for him to tell me that I could swallow. But the longer I waited, the more salty cum there was, pooling in my throat and my mouth. Feeling myself about to gag at the sudden pressure, I clamped my lips harder around his shaft and promised myself that if I did gag, I wouldn’t let any come out.

I would swallow every last drop.

“Don’t stop touching yourself, Sierra,” Professor Patton demanded, not moving his cock from inside me. He gripped my hair tighter to hold me in place. “You’re not allowed to swallow my cum until you make yourself come again for me.”

After whimpering on his dick, I pushed my hand between my legs again and continued to massage my sensitive clit. I furrowed my brows, staring up at him, unsure if I’d be able to make myself come once more. Everything was so, so sensitive.

He dropped one hand and fondled my breast, then captured my nipple between his fingers and pinched it. Pleasure shot through me, and I moaned, my legs beginning to shake. Once he released my hair, he did the same with my other breast.

“If you want to swallow, you have to come,” Professor Patton said. “Do you understand?”

With the pressure building higher and higher inside me, I nodded. 

He kneaded my breasts with his large fingers, then took my nipples again and pulled this time. A louder moan escaped my throat, and I rubbed my clit faster.

So close… I was so fucking–

“Come for me, my desperate little whore.”

Pleasure exploded inside my core. My legs trembled uncontrollably. I swallowed his cum, threw my head back, and came hard. His hard cock fell out of my mouth and smacked against his thigh with a thump.

He captured my chin in his hand and swiped his thumb across my lower lip. “Great job today, Sierra.”

Author's Note: Hi everyone! This is one of my favorite stories in this series, I hope you enjoyed it 🥰 Did you like it? Any feedback is appreciated :)

Cock Riding 101.
Professor Patton wrote the words on the chalkboard in white chalk, then turned to the class of female students--his gaze landing on me--and smiled. I pressed my thighs together and whimpered softly to myself.
I never imagined that I’d sign up for a sex education class, but after Luke embarrassed me in front of our friend group, I forced myself to sign up for one. I didn’t want to be seen as the vanilla girl who laid on her back and didn’t try during sex. That wasn’t me. I loved sex, but Luke was just… not exciting to me anymore.
While girls filled every last one of the desks, Professor Patton could only seem to stare at me. This was the forth class of the semester, and today was demonstration day. We were all asked to bring a male partner, but I had nobody that I wanted to come with me.
And I wasn’t about to ask Luke. No way in hell. He’d make fun of me for it.
“Miss Monroe, it seems you don’t have a partner,” Professor Patton said, singling me out.
I drew my tongue across my dry lips, desperately trying to wet them. I opened my mouth to give him some excuse about my partner being sick for the night, but then snapped my mouth closed. He’d be able to see right through my lies.
Instead, I stared down at my desk, my cheeks hot and tingling. “No, I don’t.”
He cleared his throat, capturing my attention, then patted his knee. “Then I’ll be your partner for the night. You can start off the class by demonstrating what you learned these past few classes on me.”
Everyone in the class turned in my direction, their heated gazes focusing in on me. I stared at him with wide eyes and shook my head, my cheeks flushing even hotter. “I… I couldn’t do that, Professor Patton. I…”
“It’s demonstration day,” he announced. “The majority of your grade is participation in today's class and you don’t have a partner. Do you want to fail out and have to retake my course?”
I gulped and rubbed my thighs together, the heat raging in my core. “No, sir.”
He patted his thigh again. “Then come here and show me what you learned.”
“O-okay.”
Sliding out of my seat, I walked through the happy couples toward the front of the class. I nearly stumbled over my own two feet as I made it to his desk, my nipples hard and aching through the front of my shirt.
“What do you want me to do?” I whispered, shifting from foot to foot nervously.
“Ride my cock.”
After inhaling sharply, I grinded my thighs together and shuffled over to him. Throwing one leg over his, I straddled his waist and set my hands on his shoulders, my panties right against his bulge.
“No, Miss Monroe,” he said. “Without your clothes.”
“Without my clothes,” I breathed, eyes wide.
His gaze was dark, sinister, and dripping with lust. “Take them off, Sierra,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. He glanced down at my nipples sticking out against the front of my shirt. “Every. Last. Piece. I want you naked.”

As everyone watched me like this was the most normal thing ever, I stepped off him and crossed my arms nervously. Sensing my nerves, he cleared his throat. “Why doesn’t everyone start their demonstration, hmm?”
The females in the class pulled off their panties, lifted their skirts, and climbed onto their boyfriends and significant others, positioning themselves above their cocks and slowly sliding down onto them.
Moans drifted throughout the class. My pussy tightened at the sounds and sights of all these women riding cock, their partner’s hands all over their bodies. It wasn’t like anything I’d ever seen before, the girls getting off on watching their friends get fucked.
“Miss Monroe,” Professor Patton said, his gaze on nobody except me. “Your turn.”
After cursing under my breath, I pulled down my panties and skirt, then slowly pulled my shirt over my body, standing naked in front of him. He moved his hungry gaze down my body, his dick hardening inside his pants.
I pressed my thighs together, feeling the wetness pooling between them, and swallowed hard. He lifted his gaze back up to me and patted his thigh once more. “Why don’t you pull off my pants and straddle my waist?”
Once I took a deep breath, I dropped to my knees in front of him, wrapped my fingers around his waistband, and stared up at him. From over his pants, I could feel just how huge his cock really was.
Luke’s cock was nothing compared to his. Professor Patton would tear my tight pussy apart.
Finally gathering up enough courage, I pulled down his pants and let his long, thick cock spring out of them. I whimpered at the sight, my sopping pussy clenching at the thought of him being deep inside me.
“Now, show me how good of a student you’ve been, Sierra.” He sat back in the seat, slipped his hands underneath my armpits, and lifted me up to sit me on his lap. “Ride my cock until you milk out the cum from my balls.”
He poked at my entrance and placed his large hands on my bare waist, sending shivers down my spine. I placed my hands on his shoulders again and moved my hips back and forth over the head of his cock, getting it wet with my juices.
“Are you sure this is okay?” I whispered.
“Oh, Sierra,” he grunted. “I’ve been waiting for this day the moment you walked into my class. It didn’t matter if you had brought a boyfriend today or not, I still would’ve made you slide onto my cock in front of him and cum inside your tight hole.”
Instead of waiting for me, he slammed my hips down on his cock and filled me up. I curled my fingers into his shoulders and gasped, the pressure rising high in my core. My pussy tightened around his shaft, legs trembling with pleasure.
God, he felt good. Too good.
He slid his hands down to my ass and cupped it. “Now ride me.”
I swallowed hard, already feeling the pressure building higher and higher in my core. Slowly, I bucked my hips back and forth on his cock, letting his dick slide out of my drooling pussy. I could feel every inch of him gliding against the ridges of my pussy.
“Faster,” he commanded.
Bucking my hips faster, I slowly let my nerves go and pressed my breasts against his chest, staring down into his dark eyes and gripping his hair with one of my hands. My pussy tightened around him, the pressure and heat rising.
“Good girl,” he murmured on my neck, staring up at me and moving my hips. “Keep tightening your pussy on my cock, just like I taught you. Squeeze every last inch. Use your pussy to milk out my cum and make yourself feel good.”
Whimpering, I moved faster and tightened myself even harder around him. I was close, so close to releasing around him. But I wanted to come at the same time that he did. He taught us that it felt best for both partners if they came at the same time.
“Please,” I whispered. “I’m so close to coming. Please, come with me.”
“You want my cum dripping out of your pussy,” he grunted against me. “Hmm?”
“Yes, Professor Patton,” I screamed, throwing my head back. “Please, come inside my tight pussy!”
Hips bucking and bouncing up and down on his cock, I felt him grip my waist harder. I threw my head back and came all over his throbbing cock, knowing that my pussy had milked out every last drop of cum, knowing that my professor had given me all of him.

Author's Note: Hi everyone! This is my first short story here, I hope you enjoyed it 🥰 I have a bunch written already for other short stories too that I'll post soon!! Any feedback is appreciated :)

“Please,” I whimpered against Liam, my fingers curling around his bicep and my pussy throbbing.

God, I needed him to touch me. I needed him to step over the line that both of us had been dancing around for months now. I needed him to be the one to break the restraint between us.

His breath smelled of alcohol, his eyes desperate. All of our friends had gone home a long time ago, and I had lost count of how many drinks we had had after the third.

“Please, what?” he murmured against me, gaze hazy.

“I need…” My heart was racing, my nipples hard against my top. “I need practice pleasing my boyfriend, and you’re… you’re so much bigger than him.”

I had never once dared to say it aloud, had only told him how I had felt about him when I was nearing black out drunk, but fuck, I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I needed him, and I needed him so fucking badly.

He drew the pad of his thumb across my lower lip. “How bad do you need it?”

Brows furrowed, I stared up at him and whimpered. “Don’t make me say it aloud.”

“Oh, you know I will,” he said. “Now, I asked, how bad do you need it?”

I pressed my thighs together and my tits against his chest. “I need it bad. So bad. I’ll… I’ll do anything. Please, Liam.”

“You’ll do anything for me?”

“Yes,” I said in a breathy whisper. “Anything. I need practice. That’s all.”

He yanked down my tube top, watching as my tits bounced out of it. “That’s all? You need practice? You need my help?”

I sucked in a sharp breath, nipples aching. “Yes. That’s—“

Before I could finish my sentence, he seized them between his fingers and tugged, pulling me forward until his lips grazed against mine. “Don’t worry, Charlette. I’ll help you get better. That’s what friends are for, right?”

“Mhm,” I whimpered, clenching my pussy. “That’s what friends are—“

He tugged downward, and I fell to my knees in front of him. After releasing his grip on my nipples, he grabbed onto his belt and undid it. I gulped and pressed my thighs together, my panties soaked through already.

It had been months since we had started playing this little game, and now… now it was finally going to happen. He would finally take what he and I had both wanted for so long.

Once his belt was undone, he pulled down his zipper. I swallowed hard, my heart racing, and his cock sprung out of his jeans. Pleasure exploded through my pussy, his dick even bigger than the videos he showed me.

“Liam,” I whispered, eyes widening. “I don’t know if I can… if I can take it.”

“Yes, you can.” He wrapped his hand around the base and slapped his cock onto my lips. “You can take it.”

I sucked in a small breath and placed my mouth on the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around it. He rubbed the head, dribbling with precum, across my lips. Back and forth and back and forth.

Then he shoved himself into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. And not even half of him was inside me yet.

With the pad of his thumb, he swiped away some spit rolling off my lips. “You can take a little more. Open wider.”

I could barely breathe, but I opened my mouth even wider to take more of him. I didn’t want to disappoint. I had talked a big game, and I would please him. What would be the point of his little lesson if I couldn’t?

He shoved more of himself down my throat until my lips were pressed against his groin and tears were rolling down my cheeks. I gagged, but stayed on him, my cunt throbbing.

“Look at you,” he murmured, lacing his hand into my hair. He gently bobbed my head back and forth on his huge cock. “Taking it so fucking well.”

I dipped a hand between my legs and pressed my fingers against my clit through my pants, desperate to get off to this, to him. If I knew anything about him, about his restraint, he would give me just enough but not everything tonight.

He wanted me hooked on him, so I’d ask him for more practice.

“Rub that swollen little clit for me,” he murmured from above. “I’m not going to touch it tonight. You have to learn patience.”

“Please,” I said, words a muffled mess from his dick. “I need it.”

“Look at those tears running down your cheeks,” he said, lips curling into a smirk. “Cry all you want, but I’m not going to touch you. Not today. That’s a lesson for another night.”

He wrapped his hand around the front of my throat and stroked his hard cock inside it. My cheeks warmed, my eyes watering. I stared up at him through my lashes, desperate to make him feel good.

“Swallow.”

Even though I couldn’t breathe, even though spit dribbled down my chin and onto my tits, even though my pussy was throbbing, I rubbed my cunt and swallowed around him.

“That’s right,” he growled, shoving his cock deeper, his eyes rolling back into his head. “Just like that.”

My fingers moved faster against my clit, the pressure rising higher and higher inside me. I swallowed again and again and again, moving closer to get even more of him inside me as I could. Swears tumbled out of his mouth, his hips jerking forward.

And when his cum hit the back of my throat, I came hard just by my fingers.

“Good girl,” he said, slowly pulling out of me.

I swallowed all of his cum and stared up at him, wiping the spit off my lips.

“Good fucking girl. Your boyfriend will be pleased.”

Author's Note: Hi everyone! This is my second short story here, I hope you enjoyed it 🥰 I have a bunch written already for other short story collections too!!

With one hand around the front of my throat and the other over my mouth, William leaned forward closer to Theo with me in his lap and plunged deeper inside me.

“You better not tell your husband about this.”

My lips curled into a small smile against his palm.

Why would I ever do that? I had more to lose than these two brothers combined.

Theo reached forward and rubbed my clit, his face inches from mine. “She won’t.”

I stared into his dark brown eyes, my pussy throbbing from the pressure. William drove into me harder, faster, my tits bouncing and grinding against Theo’s arm. He seized my nipples with both his fingers and squeezed.

Fuck. My eyes rolled back. Fuck!

What my husband didn’t know couldn’t hurt him, right?

William pounded deeper and deeper, right inside his office that was beside my husband’s. Except Jared wasn’t here tonight. And he hadn’t been here last night.

Or the night before. Hell, I didn’t care where he was anymore.

All these years, Jared had thought that it was he who was the big businessman, who closed the deals, hell who got the deals. But none of this would’ve happened if it wasn’t for me and my brain and my body.

I wasn’t the prettiest woman alive. Not even close.

But I sure as hell could read people’s ticks, their wants and desires.

It wasn’t any different for the two brothers who wanted to invest in a business like my husband’s. It wasn’t any different when I saw their gazes linger on me a second longer than they should’ve, when they exchanged glances that they thought were private.

William leaned back in his desk chair, placed his hands on the backs of my thighs, and pulled my legs apart. The light was on in the office, sitting on the twenty-fourth floor of a Manhattan skyscraper.

Anyone could see if they looked into the room. Anyone.

I sat in William’s lap, my back against his chest, and Theo stood and undid his pants, pulling out his huge dick and smearing his precum across my clit. My body jerked forward, but William held me down onto him.

Fuck, my entire body is so sensitive to their touches.

“It’s going to hurt,” I cried, staring up at Theo.

“You can take it,” Theo grunted, pressing his head against my entrance. He slowly pushed his tip into me, then a moment later, every single inch of him was buried deep inside me. “Just like you take it every night your husband is on the business trips we send him to.”

William slammed into me over and over, Theo doing the same, leaving me empty then stuffing me full repeatedly. Theo’s thumb found my clit, William’s hands on my tits. I curled my toes, holding my legs apart and getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Come on, baby,” William murmured. “Come for us.”

“This is the last night your husband will be gone for a while,” Theo said.

“That doesn’t matter,” I whispered, the pressure building higher.

William smirked against my neck. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“It doesn’t matter where my husband is,” I said. Theo smacked my clit, and I cried out in pleasure, the ecstasy rushing through every single vein in my body.

“Because you’re both gonna fuck me every night until this company makes us billions."

Author's Note: Hi everyone! This is my first short story here, I hope you enjoyed it 🥰 I have a bunch written already for other short story collections too!!