Raw And Ruined: 100 Hot Short Stories

A Slut For My Professor (3)“Good girl” he teases.For the first time, a rush of fear sweeps through me and I stiffen. The ache between my legs intensifies and I whimper. “We'll do this again. I'll fuck you with my fingers, and I want you to lick off everything. Do you understand?” Something about the way he dominates me only makes the ache worse.“Y-yes” I nod, slighting parting my legs, and exposing my glistening, wet pussy lips to him. He smirks. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I should feel ashamed but I’m not. Instead, I throb with need.Without another word, he slides two fingers into my soaked cunt, twisting expertly and I can’t help the loud gasp that escapes my lips. “Oh…fuckkk” I moan.“You're such a slut.” He smiles. I nod, “I am.” “Now, it's time to taste your juices. Ready?”I nod again as he drags his fingers back up to my lips.This time, I don’t hesitate. I grab his wrist and suck, tongue sliding between his fingers. I see the corner of his mouth twitch with ap

A Slut For My Professor (5)I kiss his cock slowly, before letting it slip between my lips. I take him into my mouth, sucking gently, teasing him awake with the warm wetness of my tongue. “Mmm… that’s a nice way to wake up,” he murmurs, still half-asleep but smirking.I hum around him, the vibration making him twitch. I bob my head deeper, savoring the weight of him on my tongue. My hands slide along his thighs while my lips move with more purpose. When he’s fully hard, I draw back slightly, then trail my tongue down to his balls, wetting them slowly as I stroke his shaft.His hand finds my hair, fingers curling gently at first, then tighter. I moan softly, my body melting into the contact. I shift my weight, straddling one of his thick thighs, my pussy already aching and wet from being this close to him.He groans, his hips bucking as he nears the edge. I respond by wrapping my lips around him tighter, taking him deeper. His release comes in a hot wave, spilling into my mouth. I swal

A Slut For My Professor (7)When I wake, everything feels... off.The sheets are soft beneath me, and the pillow cradles my head just right, but my body is heavy, like I’ve sunk into some dream and haven’t fully come out of it. The soft click of a keyboard fills the room in steady rhythm, drawing my attention to the man seated at the foot of the bed.Professor Cassian.He’s wearing a crisp white shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled to his elbows. His dark eyes are focused on his laptop like the fate of the world depends on whatever he's typing.“Good morning, daddy,” I mumble sleepily.He glances up without surprise, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. “Good afternoon, kitten. It’s almost two o’clock.”2pm? I slept that long? Damn.I stretch, or at least try to, but my hands won’t move.What the...?I blink rapidly, and that’s when I realize I’m not just under the sheets, but I’m bound. My wrists are secured above my head with silver cuffs that glint in the soft light, a

A Slut For My Professor (9)I walk into my apartment, bag in hand, practically bouncing with excitement. I toss my coat to the floor and crack open the bottle of whiskey I got from a friend. My body drops onto the couch with a satisfied sigh, lazy and exposed. I don't have any bra or panties on.. I take a slow sip, letting the burn roll down my throat as memories from last night crash over me like waves. I’m still slick from them. From him.Cassian.I should feel used. I should feel ashamed. But I don’t.I feel wanted. Safe. Devoured.I close my eyes and let myself sink into the delicious warmth of it all. I'm Naked. On my couch. With a bag of God-knows-what still sitting in the corner, taunting me like a wrapped Christmas gift. I chuckle to myself, picturing what I must’ve looked like to him—chained up, exposed, feathered, dripping, helpless and desperate. His little whore.And yet… even when he fucked me like an animal, when he used those filthy names and made me beg, he never hurt