LOGINLast night, Dominic had pampered me. Literally. Light massages on my ankles, my wrists, my thighs and arms. He covered me in oils that smelled heavenly and lulled me to bed. He also fed me, and dressed me in his clothes– they swallowed me whole but they were comfortable, like a big blanket.Before I knew what was up and where was down, I was already drifting off, sleep welcoming me. I felt safe, warm, belly fully, muscles completely relaxed, still blissed out, it’s no wonder how much I slept.I did feel that he carried me to bed, and placed me there himself. He also didn’t let go of me through the night. He was a perfect big spoon, but when I turned into his chest to sleep, I thought to myself– half asleep– that I never want to leave.It occurred to me in the morning when my alarm rang, when I didn’t even set it, that he’d done that for me, that I am falling for the man, and fast. There’s the smell of something delicious cooking, it explained his absence in bed.While I walked to him
DOMINIC WHITMOOREThe first spurt spills directly into his gaping hole. I groan at the sight, I can’t wait for his ass to milk my dick, taking all my come for itself. For now, I manage to give him every drop he’s earned.“Yeah, take that.” I groan, spreading his cheeks wide open for the next jet. It kicks my spine, almost bending me in half just watching his tiny gape trying to close around nothing, hoping to hold it in.“Take my come like a good boy,” I murmur, filling his hole. I’ve always loved to creampie a perfect ass. The contrast between his creamy skin with splotches of red and my creamy come.There’s nothing like this sight."Do you want more?”He makes a squeaky noise, his gape winking, desperately clutching at nothing. I’m so tempted to feel his heat wrap around me. The thought of it is alone to draw out the last of my orgasm. I paint his pretty pucker, his ass cheeks, so he’s a mess of my come. I squeeze his cheek as my legs tingle, losing feelin
DOMINIC WHITMOOREEmery’s body all tied up and blind folded has the splotches of red that I like. His cheeks are the puffy and red, lips parted slightly. He’s the dream.“I’m going to take a few more pictures, is that okay?”He nods, completely unaware of what he’s doing to me, spit dribbling out of the corner of his perfect dick ducking lips, the eagerness rolling off him as he strains his neck, craning even when his vision is blocked.I take a few good shots, spread his ass cheeks open to see the pink diamond winking at me. He lets out a moan that’s so filthy, so erotic that I squeeze his cheeks one more time for good measure. He gives me a whimper that shoots right to my dick.“Darling, you were made for me.” I say because it’s true.He moans in response. He’s so responsive.When I return to his front, I make sure to take even more photos of him from the front. Putting the camera aside, my fingers find my aching erection. Slowly stroking myself, he pa
“Professor Xavier is my role model. He loves mushrooms a lot. I’ve read all of his papers, and loved all of them. He’s the reason I came out here for school. He taught us this morning, and recognized me because my college essay had been about him. After asking me to wait after class, he offered to help me with any challenges I might have. That’s all, I would never break my promise to you.” I say quickly, only breathing when there’s nothing left for me to say.“And what is the promise you made to me?”I don’t have to think about it, “I’m yours. My body is yours. I trust you with it.”He stops right before me, eyes shining with a proud smile, my heart leaps in triumph.“Good boy,”I preen.Adding nothing to that, he walks back to the shelf, perusing for something. I stretch my neck as far as it’ll go, licking my lips in anticipation. I’m still on my fours, completely naked, a vulnerable position to be in. It’s not the first time I’ve been in compromising positions with him, and so it d
I want it. I want to taste him so bad. The heat that seeped out of his clothes onto my finger tips. My body feels like live wire, ready to snap at any given time. But I’ll wait. To be good for him, I’ll wait.“What did you do last night?” he asks, making me nearly jump out of my skin from how startling his voice is. I’d been inside my head the whole drive. The feeling of his erection weighted in my palm.“Uh… I slept?” It comes out as a question rather than the certainty I knew he’d been looking for.He stares at me, and I squirm under the weight of it. He’s not screaming at me, not glaring, just staring. I don’t like feeling like I’ve done something bad.“Come here,” he says.And I shuffle over to him, my socks gliding on the smooth floors of his bedroom. Pretty soon we’re as long as he’d allow.“Take my pants off.”I swear the heavens rejoice with me at the order. Nerves and excitement spike up my blood, quickly burning every trace of common sense I was sure I had up until this poin
"Can I ask what you mean by that?”I should be more worried that my role model had seen the text from Dominic. It is worse than mortifying for your professor to see a text like that come into your phone, but he’s not just any professor, he’s my role model.However, I can’t focus for a different reason entirely.Dominic’s message. What could he have meant? I have done something to upset him and I don’t know what it is to fix it.His reply comes in the middle of a class I’m barely paying any attention to, the only thing on my mind is how he has to be pissed at me, and how I can fix it to be in his good graces again.“You know what you did, Dimples.”That’s the thing, I’ve thought about my actions since last night. I sent the picture he’d asked for. What did I do wrong? I let my head slam against the table, from the corner of my eyes, I see someone is looking at me.Nosy Ethan.He sees me looking and smirks, I quickly look away. It’s no use, even with a professor in class, he makes his w




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