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PROFESSOR'S PET (1)
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2026-06-13 22:51:28
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WILD SEXCAPADES : AN EROTICA COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES PROFESSOR'S PET (3)
Professor Kane froze deep inside me, his hand still loosely around my throat. My heart hammered against the desk. The knock came again, louder.“Professor Kane? Are you in there? It’s Jessica. I have my assignment for early submission.”He pulled out slowly, careful not to make a sound. I stood up fast on shaky legs, my skirt falling back into place. My panties were still around one ankle. I quickly pulled them up while he zipped his pants. Papers were scattered all over the floor. I sat down in the chair across from his desk, trying to look normal, but sweat was dripping down my back and my face felt flushed.Professor Kane ran a hand through his hair, took a deep breath, and unlocked the door. He opened it just enough to stand in the doorway.“Jessica,” he said calmly. “You could have slipped it under the door or left it in the box outside.”Jessica tried to peek past him into the office. “I wanted to make sure you got it personally. The instructions said early submissions go direct
WILD SEXCAPADES : AN EROTICA COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES PROFESSOR'S PET (2)
His hand rested firmly on my lower back, keeping me bent over the desk. Papers crinkled under my palms. I could feel the heat of his body behind me, close enough that his breath brushed the back of my neck.“We’re going to talk about your grade,” Professor Kane said, voice low and rough now. “But first, I need you to understand exactly what extra credit with me really means.”My heart hammered against the wooden desk. “Professor… I don’t know if…”“Shh.” His fingers traced slowly up my spine, sending shivers through me. “You’ve been such a good girl in my class, Lila. Always watching me. Always trying so hard. Those other girls don’t see how special you are. But I do.”I swallowed hard. Part of me wanted to stand up and leave. This was wrong. He was my professor. But the way he spoke, the gentle strength in his touch after all those weeks of feeling invisible, made my legs weak. “I just want to pass,” I whispered.“You will.” He leaned down, lips close to my ear. “But you have to earn
WILD SEXCAPADES : AN EROTICA COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES PROFESSOR'S PET (1)
I sat in the back row of the lecture hall trying to disappear into my notebook. Professor Kane’s voice filled the room as he explained the main points of our latest assignment, but I could barely focus. My notes were a mess of half-written sentences and doodles. The girls in the front row kept glancing back at me, whispering and laughing behind their hands.“Professor’s pet,” one of them, Jessica, said loud enough for me to hear. “Always sitting there staring at him like she’s in love.”Her friend Sarah smirked. “Maybe that’s why she gets extensions all the time. Must be nice.”Heat rushed to my face. I kept my head down, pretending I didn’t hear them. This wasn’t new. Ever since the semester started, they’d been picking on me. They said I only got good attention because I was quiet and looked up to Professor Kane. Maybe they were right about one thing. I did admire him. He was different from the other teachers, patient, smart, and he actually seemed to care when students struggled.“
WILD SEXCAPADES : AN EROTICA COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES SEX WITH MY PERSONAL TRAINER (5)
The next morning I woke up sore in all the right and wrong places. Mark was already gone for work, leaving a note on the kitchen counter saying he had an early meeting. I stared at it for a long time, guilt twisting in my stomach. Last night with him had been intense, but my body still remembered Marcus, the way he felt buried inside me at the gym, the way I rode him desperately in the dark corner. I took a long shower, trying to wash away the evidence and the memories, but every time the water hit between my legs I felt that familiar ache.I told myself I wouldn’t go back to the gym today. I’d take a break, focus on work, and be a good wife. But by afternoon my resolve crumbled. I needed to see Marcus. Just to talk. Just to feel that spark again. I changed into my tightest workout leggings and a sports bra that showed off the new curves I was gaining, then went to the gym.Marcus was waiting near the front desk when I walked in. He looked even better in the daylight, tall, dark, and
WILD SEXCAPADES : AN EROTICA COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES SEX WITH MY PERSONAL TRAINER (4)
The front door opened with a heavy click. I stood at the kitchen counter stirring a cup of chamomile tea, trying to look calm even though my legs still felt like jelly. My heart hadn’t slowed down since I rushed home from the gym. Marcus’s cum was still leaking slowly into my panties, and every small movement reminded me of how hard I’d ridden him just minutes earlier.Mark stepped into the kitchen, keys still in his hand. His face looked tired but tight with annoyance. “Sandra. You’re home.”I turned around with what I hoped was a normal smile. “Hey. Yeah, I got back a little while ago.”He set his keys down and looked at me for a long moment. “Your car is still at the gym. I drove past there on my way home. Saw it parked right out front. What’s going on?”I took a slow sip of tea to buy time. My thighs trembled slightly under my robe. “I left early. The meeting ran shorter than I thought. I didn’t want to drive home late at night by myself, so I called an Uber. Figured I’d pick up t
WILD SEXCAPADES : AN EROTICA COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES SEX WITH MY PERSONAL TRAINER (3)
Marcus was buried deep inside me, thrusting hard from behind on the bench press. My hands gripped the edges of the bench, chest pressed down, ass up as he gave me powerful backshots. Every slam of his hips sent waves of pleasure through my body. The empty gym echoed with the wet sounds of our bodies and my soft moans.“Fuck, Sandra, you feel incredible,” he groaned, hands gripping my hips tight. “So tight and wet for me.”I pushed back against him, matching his rhythm. “Harder, Marcus. Don’t stop.”He leaned over me, one hand sliding up my back, the other reaching around to rub my clit. The angle was perfect, deep and rough. I was lost in it, eyes half-closed, when something caught my eye near the front of the gym.Headlights had swept across the parking lot earlier, but I’d ignored them. Now, through the dim glass of the front door, I saw a figure. My heart stopped.It was Mark.He stood there, face pressed close to the glass, cupping his hands around his eyes, staring inside. The di
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