LOGINALLISON'S POV I could only moan as he finger-fucked me frantically. His other hand gripping my hair. Pulling my head back. "Answer me!" "Yes! Yes, I've been waiting…" "Say my name." "Professor…" "Say it." I sobbed. "Dominique." For the first time I didn't call him Dominoes. He pulled his fingers out and I heard him unbuckle his belt before unzipping his pants. Then the head of his cock pressed against my entrance with a thick and blunt pressure. But he didn't push. He just rubbed the tip through my slick folds. Teasing. Letting me feel how big he was. "Beg me." "Please." "Beg me to fuck you, Allison." "Please, Professor, fuck me. Fuck my cunt. I fucking need it." And with that, he slammed inside in one plunge. And I screamed. The stretch burned, splitting me open. He filled me so completely. His balls slapping against my clit. His cock buried so deep I swear I felt it in my throat. He didn't even wait. He grabbed my hips and fucked me. Hard.
ALLISON'S POVAfter his boring ass lecture, I made my way to Prof. Dominique's office.I knocked once. Didn't wait for an answer.Waltzing in like I owned the place. Which honestly, I couldn't care any less about.Professor Dominique sat behind his desk with his laptop open. Reading glasses perched on his big nose…And you know what they say about men with big noses?Fuck!!!I was already getting distracted from what actually brought me here…My grades.He didn't look up when I walked in. Just kept typing. Letting me stand there like I was invisible.So,I closed the door behind me. Locked it.And that got his attention.Then his eyes lifted slowly. Those sharp eyes that saw straight through every wall I tried woefully to build."Miss Green… office hours ended ten minutes ago.""I know."I walked to his desk. Setting my bag on the floor. Placing both hands flat on the wood and leaning forward so my blouse gaped open at the collar."I came to make you a deal."His jaw tightened. "I do
ALLISON'S POVI felt every pair of eyes lock onto me like I was a specimen under a microscope.Professor Dominique stood at the board, marker still in his hand. His expression was unreadable. The bastard had paused right in the middle of a lecture just to call me out."I'm sorry?" I said. Buying time as I stood slowly."Your little conversation with Phoebe," he repeated, with that fake teacher voice he used in situations like these. "It seemed important… I thought the whole class might benefit."My cheeks burned. I could feel Phoebe shrinking beside me with her eyes fixed on her desk. And I straightened up, refusing to let him see me jittery."I was just saying I think the assignment was unfair," I said. My voice sounded steady despite the adrenaline pumping through my veins. "That's all.""Unfair?" He raised an eyebrow. And I swear I almost caught a wicked smile form on his lips. "Do you mind elaborating… for all of us?"I just stared at him. He was enjoying this. The power. The
CLARA'S POV Even if I wanted to beg, I couldn't beg with a cock filling my throat. I could only moan. Drool. Sob. My hips moved on their own accord. Meeting each thrust. Grinding back onto the invasion of my bottom holes. And my clit was now a live wire. Throbbing… begging for more touch. Then the man behind me leaned forward. His chest against my back, his teeth grazing my ear. "You want to cum… don't you, slut?" And I nodded frantically as my nose brushed the pubes of the cock fucking my mouth. "Then ask," he said. His hand sliding from behind to squeeze my breasts until I yelled. So, I pulled my mouth off the cock in front of me. Gasping as strings of spit connected my lips to the shaft. "Please! Please fucking let me cum!" But Clyde laughed… my husband fucking laughed like a heartless beast. "Not yet Clara. You'll cum when they do… and they'll cum when I say so." As soon as he said it, the man in my ass twisted his hips and I screamed. "Please, Clyde, I can't
CLARA'S POV1 My body was still convulsing from the last orgasm when they pulled me up, my knees scraping the floor. My face was now amess of drool and mascara. Then the four men closed in around me into a wall of muscle and masks. The first man's fingers slid inside my cunt. One first. Then two. Then three. While the second man's hand moved lower to circle my asshole. And I felt his fingertip press against the tight ring of my ass as my body tensed. "No, please," I whimpered. But the sound was thin… pathetic. "Shut up," the second man said. Pushing his finger harder into my ass. And I screamed as he invaded my asshole. Feeling something wet and warm there. That's when I realized he was spitting directly on my ass and the saliva lubed his finger as he worked it deeper. He stayed like that, stretching me. Opening me like I'd never been opened before. And I screamed, trashing my hips but one of them held me steady. "More bitch… take mote," the first man barked
CLARA'S POV The gag sat heavy between my teeth. The dildo filling my mouth as I knelt there. Arms trembling. Cunt dripping onto the hardwood. The finger in my pussy pulled out just before another wicked slap landed on it. And immediately my vision blurred from the sting of the smacks, but I didn't care. I wanted more! Then someone quickly unbuckled the gag from my mouth and I tasted the harsh plastic on my tongue. "Bring her here," one of the masked men barked. His voice was scarily gruff. At his command a hand fisted in my hair and dragged me across the floor on my knees. And I struggled to keep up, the gag muffling my gasp as I was yanked between his legs. He was already unbuckling his belt, and I saw it. His cock springing free, thick and veined. The head glistening in the amber light. He didn't ask. He just shoved my face down onto it and the ache on my tongue from the gag pressed against the underside of his cock as my lips stretched around his shaft. I moa
ROSELINE'S POVThe days rolled by very quickly after that fling with Elio. My heart still heavy. And Richard had been blowing up my phone, frantically trying to find out where I was.But I didn't care. I was a free woman in some random luxury hotel in the heart of Florence. And that was all that m
ROSELINE'S POVRichard cheated on me.I found out while watching the news.Not from Richard. Not from a confession or a guilty phone call or even the courtesy of a lie I could choose to believe. I found out the same way everyone else did, sitting on the edge of our oversized bed in my bathrobe wit
BRENDA'S POVWalter laid me on the bed like I was something precious.Which was the problem honestly… I didn't feel precious. I felt enormous and stretched and hormonal and not at all like the woman Walter had married. But the way he looked at me while he set me down made arguing with any of that
BRENDA'S POV Dear Diary, these are blurry memories I can barely recall. I'll try to journal them as vividly as I can remember… Jason's pregnancy messed with my recollection a lot. •••••••••• November 12th, 2005. I was on the living room couch when Walter found me. Not dramatically. Not s







