LOGIN~MaddyClass started by 9am but I took extra time to get ready. I entered the class wearing every possible dress code violation. The buttons on my tight top were open exposing my very succulent tits. My skirt was so short that if I bent low enough, you could see just how wet my pussy was. All this was for Professor Wilson, the youngest Professor to teach Econ in Vanguard college.The moment I walked in, the entire room paused. The guys in the back row stopped breathing, and the girls started whispering. Professor Wilson froze. His eyes scanned me from my messy hair down to my nearly-bare thighs. I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard. His gaze lingered on the gap in my shirt where my nipples were clearly poking through the thin fabric. That was all I needed. He was moved by what he saw. "Miss Vance," he said, his voice sounding like he’d just swallowed sandpaper. "You're late.""I know, Professor," I said, walking slowly toward the front. I didn't go to my seat. I stopp
~Bianca I was certain my heart had stopped."Shit," Jax hissed, though he didn't pull out. If anything, he gripped my hip tighter, his thumb digging into my skin.The grounds manager, a middle-aged man named Mr. Henderson, stood paralyzed near the sideline. Miller slowly removed his cock from my mouth and I was finally able to breath again. He stood up fully exposed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand."Henderson," Miller called out. "Go back to the office. Forget you saw anything, and there’s a signed jersey and a stack of money waiting for you in the morning. Or, stay and lose your pension for 'harassing' students. Your call."The manager’s throat bobbed. He looked at me, and then back at Miller. Without a word, he turned, grabbed his flashlight, and scurried back into the dark of the tunnels without turning off the stadium lights. "Now," Miller turned back to me with a predatory grin. "He gave us an audience, B. I think that deserves a little extra effort on your pa
~Bianca Miller leaned over my head, his thick cock hovering just inches from my lips. "Open up, B. Take my cock in your filthy mouth."I opened my mouth, and he slid back. At the same time, I felt Jax’s massive hands grab my knees, shoving them back toward my shoulders. He didn't use any lube; he didn't need to. I was already wet and slippery with anticipation.He lined himself up and pushed. "Your pussy is so fucking good, B."I let out a muffled scream into Miller’s shaft as Jax buried himself inside me in one heavy, stretching thrust. It felt like I was being split in half. Jax was even bigger than Miller, and my pussy felt like it was screaming as it fought to accommodate him."God, you're tight," Jax groaned, his voice shaking. He started to move, his thrusts powerful and rhythmic, hitting my cervix with every shove."You're such a good girl aren't you. A little slut to be used."I wanted to tell him yes but Miller was balls deep in my mouth. Between the two of them, I was comp
~Bianca I knew the rumors about the "Varsity Tax," but I never thought I’d be the one paying it.It started three weeks ago when I was failing Ethics. Miller, the star quarterback, offered me his "private study guides." He was the golden boy; white and privileged with eyes that saw right through my clothes. He helped me pass, but he made it clear the favor wasn't free. It seemed like he could smell the desire all over me during our study sessions. I wonder how I managed to learn anything when all I could think about what all the veil things I wanted him to do to me. Then came Jax and Dante. They most feared defensive ends on the coast. They’re massive, dark-skinned, and carry themselves like they own every inch of this campus. And what was even better was, they were twins. They told me if I wanted to keep my spot on the cheer squad and keep my grades up, I had to show some "team spirit." Tonight was the night.The stadium was dead silent at 11:00 PM. I left home telling my parent
The tension at the table was suffocating. I sat between the two most important men in my life, and I felt like I was losing my mind. Joe was on my left, happily eating and talking about his week, while Mason sat on my right, looking like the perfect, polite host.But under the table, it was a different story.Mason’s hand was back exactly where it wanted to be. He didn't even look at me; he kept eye contact with my dad, nodding along to his stories, while his fingers worked inside me with a slow, cruel rhythm. Every time he pushed deeper, I had to grip the edge of my seat to keep from falling off the stool.Suddenly, he hit that same spot from earlier, and a loud, sharp moan escaped my lips."Nina?" Dad stopped talking, his fork halfway to his mouth. He looked at me with worried eyes. "Sweet bean, what's wrong? You okay?"I felt my face turn bright red. Mason’s fingers didn't stop; if anything, he started moving them faster, teasing me because he knew I couldn't scream."I... I’m fine
Mason moved around the kitchen with a quiet confidence that made my stomach flip. Every little thing—the way he chopped vegetables, the way his muscles moved under his shirt—felt erotic. I wasn't hungry for the pasta he was making; I was hungry for him.He served the plates and sat down across from me. He was being so sweet, asking me how it tasted and even leaning over to feed me a bite from his own fork. His hand slid under the table, his fingers grazing my thigh. He hooked one finger under the edge of my booty shorts and pulled them aside. His eyes darkened as he realized the truth."You're a bad girl, Nina," he whispered, his voice dropping into that dangerous growl. "Going around the house with no panties on while I'm here?""What are you doing?" I gasped, but I didn't pull away.He didn't answer. He just slid two fingers inside me, finding me already wet and ready. I let out a loud, shaky moan, my head dropping back as he began to pump his hand rhythmically. I was lost in the f







