LOGINThe final class of the semester was packed. Professor Crowe’s lecture hall was filled with students scribbling notes, the air thick with tension as everyone prepared for finals. I sat in the front row like he had ordered, wearing the short plaid skirt and white blouse he’d specified — no bra, no panties. My thighs were already trembling. He had texted me the instructions that morning. Front row. Skirt up. Legs open. Do not close them during lecture. I obeyed. My bare pussy was exposed under the desk, cool air brushing against my soaked folds. Every time Professor Crowe glanced at me, his steel-gray eyes darkened with cruel satisfaction. Halfway through the lecture, he set his marker down. “Miss Voss,” he said calmly, voice carrying through the hall. “Come here. I need your assistance with a demonstration.” My heart stopped. The entire class turned to look at me. Whispers
I stumbled back to my dorm room on shaky legs, Professor Crowe’s cum still leaking down my thighs with every step. The sheer humiliation of what he’d done to me — bending me over his desk, fucking me raw, and making me thank him for it — burned through my body like fire. My pussy throbbed, sore and full, his thick load a constant reminder of my new reality. I pushed open the door to my room, desperate for a shower and a moment to process the nightmare my life had become. And froze. My roommate, Sophie, was on her knees in front of my boyfriend, Jake. Her mouth was stretched wide around his cock, bobbing eagerly while her hand stroked the base. Jake’s head was thrown back, one hand tangled in her hair, groaning softly as she sucked him with wet, filthy sounds. For a second, everything went silent except for the obscene slurping. Jake’s eyes snapped open. “Lil
Professor Crowe leaned back in the chair across from me, legs spread, one hand lazily stroking the thick outline of his cock through his trousers. His steel-gray eyes never left my body as I sat there on the edge of his desk, blouse open, bra discarded, small breasts exposed and nipples painfully hard under his gaze. “Play with them,” he ordered quietly. “Pinch your nipples. Show me how a desperate little whore entertains her Professor.” My hands trembled as I obeyed. I cupped my breasts, rolling the sensitive peaks between my fingers, pinching just hard enough to make myself gasp. Shame burned through me, but so did a dark, traitorous heat between my legs. I was still soaked from touching myself earlier, my pussy aching and empty. Crowe watched with cold hunger, his hand moving slowly over his bulge. “Pathetic,” he murmured. “Look at you. Top student in my class, always so quiet and proper. And here you are, spreading your legs in my office,
I was so fucking close I could taste it. Professor Crowe’s office smelled like old books, dark wood, and that expensive cologne he always wore — something sharp and masculine that made my stomach tighten every time I walked past him in lecture. I shouldn’t have been here. I should have dropped the assignment in his mailbox like a normal student. But the building was quiet after hours, the door to his office had been left unlocked, and the ache between my legs had been unbearable all day. So I’d locked the door behind me, dimmed the lights, and sat in his big leather chair like I belonged there. My skirt was shoved up around my waist, panties pushed to the side, two fingers buried knuckle-deep in my soaked pussy. I pumped them fast, the wet, obscene sounds filling the quiet room as I rubbed tight, frantic circles on my swollen clit with my thumb. “Fuck… yes…” I whispered, head falling back against the he
My body was still trembling, every nerve on fire from everything they’d already done to me. Cum from both Rhys and Rylan leaked steadily from my swollen pussy, warm and sticky, sliding down my thighs onto the ruined sheets. I could barely catch my breath, my small breasts heaving, nipples raw from their mouths and fingers. My mind was a haze of shame, lust, and that terrifying thrill I couldn’t deny. Rhys stood at the foot of the bed, slowly stroking his thick cock back to full hardness, those storm-gray eyes devouring the mess they’d made between my legs. Rylan lounged beside me, his fingers lazily circling one of my aching nipples, that reckless smirk I both hated and craved playing on his lips. “Round two,” Rylan said, his voice low and husky. “Time to settle this bet properly, brother. Whoever makes her squirt the hardest and loudest gets to decide how we keep her. Permanent toy. Our shared little slut.” Rhys’s eyes darkened with hunger.
Rhys stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock still twitching with the last pulses of his release. His cum was already leaking out around him, warm and messy, dripping down my thighs onto the sheets. I was shaking, barely able to catch my breath, my pussy fluttering around his girth like it didn’t want to let him go. He kissed the back of my neck, slow and possessive, one big hand stroking down my spine. “Good girl,” he murmured, voice rough with satisfaction. “You squirted so fucking beautifully for me.” Before I could respond, the door handle rattled again. Rylan stepped inside without knocking, storm-gray eyes immediately locking onto the filthy sight of me bent over the bed with his brother still balls-deep inside me. A slow, dangerous smirk spread across his face. “Starting without me again, brother?” he drawled, closing the door behind him. “That’s not very sporting.” Rhys chuc
(Alex POV) I couldn’t fucking sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I saw her — bent over my kitchen counter, riding my son’s cock while staring straight at me like she wished it was mine. The way that sheer nightie clung to her body when she walked past my room earlier. The way she moaned my name
Jax was already fast asleep, snoring softly beside me, one arm thrown over my waist. The room was dark and quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner. I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, my body still buzzing from everything that had happened during the day.
Alex didn’t let me rest long. He scooped me up from the bed, my body still trembling from the chains and the brutal fucking, and carried me to his bathroom. The shower head turned on with a hiss, hot water pouring down in a steady stream. Steam filled the room quickly.
The next morning Jax left early for work, kissing me quickly on the forehead before disappearing out the door. I waited until I heard his car pull away, then slipped into something that left almost nothing to the imagination — a backless black dress so short it barely covered the bottom curve of







