LOGINMy body was still buzzing the next day from the way Professor Hayes had destroyed my pussy on his desk. His thick cum had leaked out of me for hours, leaving my panties soaked and my thighs sticky. I couldn’t stop smiling. I had finally made him snap, and now I was addicted. But I wanted more. I wanted him to completely own me — to use every hole, mark me, breed me, and turn me into his personal campus cumslut.I dressed like the filthy whore I was for him. A tiny crop top that barely covered my underboobs, no bra, my hard pink nipples clearly visible. An obscenely short denim skirt with no panties. I even plugged my tight asshole with a small jeweled butt plug before leaving my dorm — just in case he wanted to claim every part of me today.I sat in the front row again, legs spread under the desk, my shaved pink pussy already dripping onto the seat. Professor Hayes walked in and his eyes immediately darkened with raw hunger when he saw me. During the entire lecture, I teased him merci
“Such perfect fucking tits,” he growled against my skin, biting down hard enough to make me cry out in pleasure. “You’ve been teasing me for weeks, you little slut.”“Yes, Professor,” I whimpered, spreading my legs wide on the desk. “I’m your little slut. Use me.”He dropped to his knees, shoved my thighs apart, and buried his face in my soaked cunt. His tongue dragged through my bright pink folds, lapping up my cream with filthy hunger. He sucked my swollen clit into his mouth, flicking it rapidly while two thick fingers plunged deep into my tight hole.“Oh fuck — Professor!” I screamed, grabbing his hair. He ate my pussy like a starving man, tongue-fucking me, sucking my lips, devouring every drop. The wet, obscene slurping sounds echoed in the empty lecture hall. I came hard within minutes, gushing all over his handsome face, my thighs shaking violently.He stood up, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. It was beautiful — long, thick, veiny, with a fat purple-red head alrea
My pussy was still throbbing the entire next day from how Professor Hayes had looked at me — that clenched jaw, the visible bulge in his pants, the way his eyes had devoured my bare tits and dripping cunt even while he tried to scold me. I barely slept. Instead, I spent the night fucking myself with my thickest dildo, moaning his name as I imagined his cock destroying me. Today, I was going all in. No more teasing. I was going to make Professor Ethan Hayes snap and claim my tight college pussy right here on campus.I chose my outfit with pure filth in mind. A white button-up blouse so sheer you could clearly see my dark pink nipples through it. No bra. A tiny black plaid skirt that barely covered the bottom of my ass cheeks. No panties. My freshly shaved pussy was already leaking down my thighs by the time I walked into the lecture hall. I’d rubbed a little edible strawberry lube on my clit just to make sure I smelled as fuckable as I looked.I took my usual seat in the front row cent
My name is Monica, and I’ve always gotten exactly what I want. Always. Whether it’s the best grades, the hottest guys on campus, or the perfect internship, I make it happen. No rules, no limits. When the university hired Professor Ethan Hayes for Literature this semester, I knew instantly he would be mine. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp jawline, dark tousled hair, and those intense green eyes that made my pussy wet during every lecture. He was in his early thirties, exuding that irresistible mix of authority and raw masculinity. I wanted him as my personal fuck buddy — bending me over his desk, fucking me senseless in his office, using my tight college cunt whenever he needed relief.I spent weeks planning this seduction. Sitting in the front row every class, crossing my legs slowly so my short skirts rode up, “accidentally” dropping pens and bending over in tight tops that showed my deep cleavage. But today was the day I pushed everything further. I dressed carefully: a thin whit
Rick’s thick cock was still buried deep inside my freshly creampied pussy, twitching as the last heavy spurts of his hot cum painted my walls. I could feel every pulse, every thick rope flooding my womb. My bright pink inner folds clenched greedily around his veiny shaft, milking him for every drop while our mixed juices leaked out around where we were joined. The obscene wet sound of it squelching made my clit throb even harder.“Fuck, sis… you’re such a dirty little cumslut,” he growled, his voice raw. He didn’t pull out. Instead, he ground his hips in slow circles, stirring his load inside me. “All this time you were awake, letting me finger your sloppy cunt every night. You wanted your stepbrother to breed you, didn’t you?”“Yes,” I moaned, my voice breaking as I rocked my hips up to take him deeper. “I wanted this so fucking bad, Rick. I slept naked every night hoping you’d finally shove this fat cock in me and fill me up like a proper family whore.”He pulled back slowly, watchi
My heart hammered wildly in my chest as I lay perfectly still on my bed, pretending to be deep in sleep. The thin sheet had been pushed down to my waist on purpose, leaving my full, heavy tits completely exposed, my stiff pink nipples already aching in the cool night air. I was naked underneath...no panties, no nothing. My freshly shaved pussy was already soaked, my slick juices coating my inner thighs. For the past five nights, Rick, my gorgeous stepbrother, had been sneaking into my room like clockwork, thinking I was out cold. His fingers had explored every inch of my dripping cunt while I stayed silent, biting back moans. Tonight, I wanted more. I wanted his thick cock stretching me open. I needed him to finally fuck me.The door creaked open softly. I kept my breathing slow and even, eyes closed, but every sense was alive. I heard his footsteps padding closer, the faint rustle of his clothes. The mattress dipped as he carefully climbed onto my bed."Fuck, sis... you look so perf
I couldn’t look at the kitchen island without getting wet. Every time I walked past it, I remembered how Mason had bent me over and fucked me senseless while my husband’s expensive plates sat neatly on the shelves above us. His cum was still leaking out of me hours later, a constant filthy reminde
I stood there frozen, my back pressed against the cold wall, Mason’s hand still boldly cupping my bare, dripping pussy under the silk robe.His fingers didn’t move. They just rested there, feeling how soaked I was, how my swollen folds parted so easily for him. The heat of his palm against my most
My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might break through.Mason stood at my doorstep like a dark fantasy come to life, taller than I remembered, broader, with that same dangerous aura that had haunted my dreams for six years. His steel-grey eyes slowly dragged down my body, taking
SkylerI was so pathetically horny that even writing about sex wasn’t enough anymore. At twenty-four years old, I, Skyler Voss, had everything a woman could dream of, a luxurious villa, money, status, and a husband who was respected in his field. On paper, my life was perfect. In reality, it was a







