All Chapters of WET DREAMS:A STEAMY COMPILATION: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Taking a deep breath, I pushed it open and stepped inside. Professor Dorian sat behind a massive mahogany desk, one arm draped casually over the back of his chair. He was on the phone, listening more than speaking."Mhmm... No, I'll handle it. Yes, I'll make sure he learns his lesson... No, don't send anyone else. I've got it under control... Goodnight."He hung up and swiveled in his chair to face me fully. A slow smirk spread across his handsome face as his eyes raked over my body from head to toe. I shifted uncomfortably under his intense gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable."Well, well," he purred, standing up and rounding the desk to come closer. "I see you received my invitation, slut."I flinched at the derogatory name, even as my traitorous cock twitched in my pants. He couldn't possibly know the effect he had on me, could he?"You wanted to see me?" I asked hoarsely, hating how small and timid I sounded."Indeed I did," he said silkily, coming to a stop just inches away from

Three days later, I found myself sitting in one of the university cafés with a couple of my classmates. The place smelled of fresh coffee and baked bread, and the low hum of chatter mixed with the clinking of mugs created a cozy atmosphere. We were talking about our different classes, laughing every now and then about how difficult some of the professors were.Maddie sat beside me, leaning a little too close. Her shoulder brushed mine every time she moved, and her perfume was light but sweet, almost distracting. She had always had a crush on me—everyone knew it, even though she tried to play it off as casual. She was whispering something into my ear, her warm breath tickling my skin, when suddenly I felt a shiver crawl straight down my spine. It was so sharp and sudden that I stiffened, my laughter dying on my lips.I lifted my head and slowly scanned the café, and my chest tightened when my eyes locked onto him. Professor Dorian. He was sitting alone at one of the corner tables, his

"You want to come on my hand?" Dorian asked, his voice a low growl. "You want to paint the sink with your cum, mark it with your scent?"His words were filthy, dirty, but they only made me harder. I nodded frantically, too far gone to care about anything but chasing that high.Dorian chuckled darkly. "Good boy," he praised. "Come for me, then. Show me how much you need it."His hand became a blur of motion, stroking me from base to tip with quick, hard pumps. The pleasure crested suddenly, crashing over me like a tidal wave. I cried out, my cock pulsing as I came hard.Thick ropes of cum splattered across the sink, some of it dripping down onto Dorian's hand. He didn't stop stroking me, working me through the aftershocks until I was spent and trembling.When he finally let go, I slumped forward against the sink, my legs shaking beneath me. Dorian brought his hand up to his mouth, licking my cum off his fingers with a wicked grin."You taste good," he said, his voice rough with satisfa

The hallways felt different now that everyone had gone home. Empty. Echoey. My sneakers squeaked against the polished floor, the sound bouncing off the lockers. The setting sun poured through the high windows, stretching long shadows across the hall, making it look strange, almost like a different building.My bag felt heavy on my shoulder. My palms were sweaty against the strap as I clutched it tighter. My heart pounded so loud I was sure anyone nearby could hear it. Each step I took toward his office felt heavier than the last, like I was dragging myself closer to something I couldn’t escape.I passed the trophy case, the gleam of gold and silver catching my eye, but I barely saw it. I passed the bulletin board with flyers and posters, but the words blurred together. All I could focus on was the nameplate I knew was waiting at the end of the hall.Principal Leonardo.I stopped when I reached his office door. My legs felt weak, my knees almost buckling. I stared at the shiny gold pla

I swallowed hard, my lips parting in shock. My heart raced, beating so loud that it drowned out every other sound in the room. I wanted to say something—to argue, to stop this—but nothing came out. My voice was trapped inside me.He pressed a small button, and instantly the rose toy came alive.The buzzing sound filled the office, soft but powerful, and it sent a shiver straight down my spine. My thighs quivered on the desk, and I gripped the edge of the wood so hard that my knuckles turned white. The sound alone was enough to make my body tense in anticipation. My stomach clenched, my whole body burning with heat that embarrassed me to admit.I stared at the toy, my breath coming quicker now, and I couldn’t stop imagining what it would feel like against me. The thought made me bite down on my lip harder, my face so red I couldn’t bear to look at him.He leaned back slightly in his chair, still holding the toy in his hand, and the smirk that formed on his lips made my chest squeeze ev