MasukKendra’s POV
I stood frozen near the door, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.
Professor Reed had Clara bent over his desk like she was nothing but a toy. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, panties ripped to the side, and Reed was fucking her with deep, brutal strokes. The wet, rhythmic sound of his thick cock slamming into her soaked pussy filled the entire office.
Clara was moaning shamelessly, loud and unrestrained, her full breasts bouncing wildly with every thrust.
“Fuck, Professor… your cock feels so good!” she cried out, pushing back against him like a whore in heat.
Reed’s eyes were locked on me the entire time. Dark. Angry. Possessive. He was punishing me through her.
And God help me… it was working.
My pussy was dripping. My thighs were slick. I couldn’t stop staring at the way his cock disappeared inside Clara, how her juices coated him, how her moans grew louder and filthier.
I didn’t even realize my hand had slipped between my legs until my fingers brushed my swollen clit.
Reed noticed immediately.
A dangerous smirk crossed his face.
“Come here, Kendra,” he commanded, still pounding into Clara. “Stop standing there like a pathetic little voyeur. Join us.”
My legs moved before my brain could catch up.
I walked over, breathing hard. Reed pulled out of Clara with a wet sound and turned to me. He grabbed me by the hair and kissed me roughly, his tongue invading my mouth while his other hand yanked my dress up.
He pushed me against the wall right beside Clara, who was still bent over the desk, panting.
Reed dropped to his knees and buried his face between my thighs without warning.
“Oh fuck—!” I moaned loudly as his hot tongue attacked my pussy. He licked me like he was furious — long, aggressive strokes, sucking my clit hard, thrusting his tongue deep inside me. Two thick fingers pushed into me roughly, curling against that spot that made my knees buckle.
“Daddy… yes! Eat that pussy!” I cried out, grinding against his face shamelessly. “It’s yours… all yours!”
Clara watched us, biting her lip, her hand between her own legs.
Reed stood up suddenly, his chin glistening with my juices. He grabbed both of us and pushed us onto the couch together.
“Touch each other,” he ordered.
Clara and I turned to face one another. Our mouths met in a hungry kiss. Her hands roamed over my breasts while mine slipped between her thighs. We fingered each other desperately while Reed watched, stroking his thick cock.
Then he joined us.
He pulled me onto his lap first, sinking me down onto his cock in one deep thrust. I moaned loudly, riding him hard, my breasts bouncing in his face as he sucked on my nipples.
“Fuck me, Daddy! Your cock is so deep!” I cried out.
Reed groaned and thrust up into me brutally. Then he pulled Clara closer, making her straddle his face so he could eat her pussy while I rode him.
The three of us became a mess of limbs, moans, and raw pleasure.
I rode him faster, grinding my clit against him with every bounce. Clara was moaning loudly above us as Reed devoured her. I leaned forward and sucked on her nipples while she rode his tongue.
The office was filled with the wet sounds of sex — skin slapping skin, tongues licking, desperate moans.
Reed suddenly flipped us.
He bent Clara over the couch and fucked her hard from behind while I lay beneath her. Clara’s face was buried between my thighs, eating my pussy as Reed pounded into her. I moaned loudly, fingers tangled in her hair, hips grinding against her tongue.
“Damnn… yes! Eat my pussy while he fucks you!” I cried out.
Reed was relentless — switching between us, fucking one while the other sucked and licked. He made us kiss each other, made us suck his cock together, made us moan his name like prayer.
I lost track of how many times I came.
All I knew was overwhelming pleasure — being used, shared, and completely lost in raw, filthy sin with both of them.
By the time Reed finally came, roaring as he filled Clara’s pussy with thick ropes of cum, I was shaking, drenched in sweat, and completely wrecked.
And still… I wanted more.
Professor Reed’s POVThe night felt endless.I lay in Clara’s bed, heart still racing from the last round, my body covered in a thin layer of sweat. Clara was curled against me, breathing softly, her naked body warm and soft. For a moment, I allowed myself to enjoy it — the forbidden thrill of having two of my students in this room, the way they had moaned for me, the way their young, tight bodies had surrendered so completely.But the fear never left me.What the fuck am I doing? I thought, staring at the ceiling. Fucking my own students in one of their homes while her mother sleeps just downstairs… If we get caught, it’s over. My career. My reputation. Everything.I turned to Clara and whispered, “We should rest now. We need to wake up early so I can leave before your mom notices.”Clara looked up at me with those big, needy eyes. Even in the dark, I could see the hunger still burning there.“But Professor…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “I still want more. Please… just a
Clara’s POV 🔥I followed my mom into the kitchen, my legs still shaky and my panties soaked from what had just happened in my bedroom. My heart was racing so hard I was scared she could hear it.We were preparing dinner together — simple fried rice and chicken. I stood at the counter chopping vegetables, trying to keep my hands steady, while she stirred the pot. The aroma of spices and onions filled the air, but all I could focus on was the faint throbbing between my legs and the memory of Reed’s thick cock stretching me open just minutes ago.“So, how’s the project going with Kendra?” Mom asked casually, glancing at me.“It’s… coming along well,” I replied, my voice a little too high. “She’s really smart. We make a good team.”Mom smiled. “That’s good. I’m glad you’re taking your studies seriously.”I nodded, forcing a smile while my mind kept flashing back to Kendra’s tongue on my clit and Reed pounding into me from behind. My thighs were still sticky. I pressed them together, tryi
Professor Reed’s POVI stood frozen in Clara’s bathroom, heart pounding so hard I could hear it echoing in my ears like a war drum.My back was pressed against the cold tiled wall, my clothes clutched tightly in one hand, my still-hard cock throbbing painfully from being pulled out of Clara’s tight, wet pussy just moments ago. The taste of both girls lingered on my tongue — sweet, salty, addictive. My body was still buzzing with adrenaline and unfinished lust, every nerve ending screaming for release.But now, all I felt was raw, ice-cold fear.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.I could hear Clara’s mother just outside the bedroom door, her voice clear and growing more suspicious with every word.“Clara? What’s going on in there? I heard strange noises. Open the door right now!”Clara’s voice came back, shaky but trying desperately to sound normal. “I’m coming, Mom! Just a second!”I quickly pulled on my pants, fingers fumbling with the zipper. My hands were trembling so badly I almost dropped my shir
Clara’s POV We were all completely lost in pleasure.Professor Reed had pulled out of Kendra and was fucking me hard from behind, his thick cock slamming deep into my soaked pussy while I had my face buried between Kendra’s thighs, licking and sucking her swollen clit like I was starving for her. Kendra was moaning shamelessly, grinding her wet pussy against my tongue, her fingers tangled tightly in my hair.“Fuck, Clara… yes, eat my pussy just like that!” Kendra cried out, her voice raw and desperate.Professor Reed groaned behind me, his hips snapping harder, his balls slapping against me with every deep thrust. “Such dirty little sluts… taking my cock and eating each other so greedily.”The pleasure was overwhelming. I was right on the edge, my walls clenching around Reed’s cock, about to explode when —Knock. Knock. Knock.“Clara? What’s going on in there? Open the door right now!”My mother’s voice sliced through the room like cold water.Everyone froze.Panic hit like lightning
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