MasukDerrick's pov Jessica's hand kept stroking Richard's massive black cock right there on the dance floor, her fingers sliding up and down that thick shaft, smearing the pre-cum leaking from the fat head. The crowd around us thickened, eyes glued to the show—my wife on her knees, worshipping a stranger's dick like a desperate slut. My own cock throbbed in my pants, leaking so much I felt the wet spot growing. "We gotta take this somewhere private," Richard growled, his voice deep and commanding as he hauled her up by the arm. Jessica grinned at me, her lipstick smudged, eyes wild with lust. "What do you say, babe? Ready to watch me get fucked by this monster?" I nodded, throat dry, my submissive side kicking in hard. "Yeah, let's go. Make it our anniversary gift." We stumbled out of the club into the humid night air, Jessica sandwiched between us, her dress hiked up so high I could see the curve of her ass cheeks. Richard called an Uber, and as soon as the black SUV pull
Derrick's povIt was our third anniversary, and she'd been teasing me for months about her fantasy of getting railed by a big black cock while I watched like the pathetic dick I am. She looked like pure sin tonight, her curvy body poured into a skintight red dress that barely covered her thick ass and hugged her heavy tits. The hem rode up her thighs with every step, flashing the black lace thong underneath, and her heels clicked against the sticky floor as she grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the bar. “This is it, babe,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear, eyes sparkling with that hungry gleam. “I'm gonna find the perfect bull to stretch my white pussy tonight.” My dick twitched in my jeans just hearing her say it, already half-hard from the drive over.We grabbed drinks whiskey for me, something fruity and strong for her and she downed it fast, licking her lips before dragging me to the dance floor. The lights very dim, bodies grinding everywhere, and Jessica wasted
sienna's pov My phone buzzed in my pocket during the afternoon lecture, pulling me out of my daze. I'd spent the whole day feeling their eyes avoid me, Professor Marcus and Jeff, both acting like I was invisible. In the hallway between classes, Marcus had brushed past without a glance, his broad shoulders tense. Jeff, that smug bastard, hadn't even smirked when our paths crossed in the staff lounge. It burned, the cold shoulder after what we'd done before. My pussy throbbed just thinking about it, wet and needy, but they ignored me like I was nothing. Then the text hit: "Faculty meeting room. Now. Don't make me wait, slut." It was from an unknown number, but I knew. Aggressive, pissed-off tone. My heart raced as I slipped out of the building, the campus buzzing with students oblivious to the filth I craved. The faculty meeting room was on the second floor of the admin building, a sterile space with a massive oak table that could seat twenty, surrounded by high-backed chair
Sienna's POV My body trembled as Marcus kept slamming into me, his cock stretching my pussy to its limits with every ruthless thrust. Sweat dripped down my back, mixing with the slick mess between my thighs. I was lost in the rhythm, my nails digging into the desk as I pushed back against him, chasing that building pressure deep inside. "That's it, you filthy little slut," Marcus grunted, his fingers bruising my hips. "Take every inch like the cock-hungry student you are. I'm gonna fill this tight cunt up soon." "Yes, Professor! Cum inside me! Breed my pussy!" I cried out, my voice hoarse from all the screaming. The words spilled from my lips without thought, fueling the fire raging through me. His pace quickened, hips snapping harder, balls smacking my clit until stars burst behind my eyelids. The office door suddenly creaked open, and I froze mid-moan. Footsteps halted abruptly. I twisted my head just enough to see Jeff, Marcus's colleague from the history department, stan
Sienna's pov I tossed and turned all night, my sheets twisted around my legs like they were trying to hold me down. Sleep wouldn't come, not with my mind replaying every second of what happened in professor Marcus's office yesterday. In my dreams, I was on my knees, his thick cock stretching my lips wide as I sucked him deep, gagging on his length while he gripped my hair and fucked my mouth. Then it shifted, he flipped me over his desk, slamming that massive dick into my tight pussy, pounding me so hard the whole room shook. I woke up soaked, my fingers buried in my cunt, rubbing frantically until I came with his name on my lips. Fuck, I needed him again. My pussy throbbed just thinking about it, aching for that rough stretch. The next day dragged on forever. Classes blurred by, my focus shot because all I could picture was Marcus's commanding stare, his strong hands pinning me down. When the final bell rang, I lingered in the hallway, heart pounding as I waited for any
Sienna's pov The classroom felt empty now that all the other students had shuffled out, their backpacks slung over shoulders and chatter fading down the hall. But I stayed behind, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest, my thighs squeezed together under the desk to hide how soaked my panties were. Professor Marcus was packing up his notes at the front, his broad shoulders straining against that crisp white shirt, and I couldn't stop staring at the bulge in his pants. It was there, thick and hard, pressing against the fabric like it knew exactly what I wanted. I'd been wet all lecture, squirming in my seat every time he glanced my way, his deep voice making my pussy throb. At 21, I was the ultimate college slut, craving my teacher's control, and today, after weeks of teasing looks and whispered hints, I was ready to beg for it right here in this public space where anyone could walk in. I bit my lip, my tight body buzzing with need as I stood up slowly, my short skirt hugging







