All Chapters of Sensual Erotic Tales ( short smut stories).: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"Let it happen," he said, his voice dropping to a growl. "Cum for me... cum all over my cock." I arched my back, my toes curling, and I felt the pressure building to a breaking point. I screamed his name, a long, wailing cry of pure ecstasy. My muscles clamped down around his cock, milking him, pulling him deeper. I convulsed, my body shaking uncontrollably, wave after wave of intense pleasure washing over me. "Good girl," he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. He didn't stop, though. He kept thrusting, milking every last drop of pleasure from my climax. He was relentless, his hips was blur as he chased his own release. "Paul... I can't... I can't... I'm done," I gasped, my body completely drained, limp and sated on the bed. He pulled out, his cock glistening with my juices. He stood up and looked down at me, his chest heaving while his face flushed. "Not done," he said, and then he grabbed my legs and flipped me over onto my stomach. He climbed on top of me, his c

The clock on the wall ticked slowly past midnight, but for me, the day was just beginning. I had spent the entire evening tossing and turning on my bed with the memory of what happened earlier keeping me awake and aching for more. I had washed the sheets, the lingering scent of our passion still heavy in the air, and then I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my body buzzing with so much anticipation. Finally, there was a soft knock at the door. My heart skipped a beat. I didn't need to ask who it was; I knew it was him. I scrambled out of bed with my bare feet hitting the cold floor, and rushed to open the door. He was standing there, looking every bit as handsome as the last time I saw him, but this time he looked even more dangerous. He was wearing a dark jacket that accentuated his broad shoulders, and his eyes locked onto mine, burning with an intensity that made my knees weak. "Ready?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Always," I whispered. He stepped inside and

Slowly, I reached inside my robe and pulled out my huge, hard cock into the open air. It was already thick and swollen from the interrupted session. As the cool air hit it, it hardened even more. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and began to stroke. The sensation was electric, especially with Rose watching me, her eyes were wide and devouring. She leaned in closer, her chair squeaking as she moved. "You watch intensely," she murmured. "You have a really nice cock." She reached out, her fingers brushing against the hot skin of my shaft. "This is making me so fucking wet. I've wanted to see your cock for a long time." I stared into her eyes, matching her gaze as I pumped my hand faster. My breath came in ragged gasps. "So, Rose," I said, my voice thick with lust. "Are you going to sit there and watch me wank or are you going to give me something to wank on?" She smiled, a knowing, wicked smile. "I suppose I can help you get quicker." Rose stood up, her movements graceful a

I stood up properly as I slowly took her hand, guiding her to the living room. We moved slowly, our bodies close, our skin brushing against each other. The tension was building, but we didn't rush. We took our time, kissing deeply, exploring each other's mouths. Her tongue was warm and wet, tasting of coffee and her own arousal. I finally pulled her to the sofa, our bodies falling onto the cushions. I lay on top of her, her legs wrapping around my waist. I didn't enter her right away. As I began to kiss her neck, her collarbone, her chest. I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking both gently. She gasped, her nails digging into my back. I moved lower, kissing her stomach, her hips. I stopped just above her centre clit breathing in her scent. I looked up at her, her eyes were half-closed, her face flushed. "You taste amazing," I said. I ran my tongue along her inner thigh, teasing her. She moaned, her body bucking slightly. I moved closer, my tongue finally on her clit. I flicked it

I panicked, trying to shove the journal back where it belonged, but my hand fumbled. The journal landed half-open on the desk just as the door swung open. Professor James stepped inside, his eyes were locking onto the journal, then onto my flushed face and the way my chest was heaving. He didn't yell. He didn't look angry. Instead, he slowly closed the door and turned the lock with a quiet, decisive sound that sent a shiver through my entire body. "You read it, Lana?" His voice stayed calm and low, but there was a darker edge underneath it now. He slowly walked around the desk and stopped right in front of me, close enough that I had to tilt my head back just to look at him. "I knocked the drawer open by accident, I swear, Professor," I said, my voice shaking. My cheeks were burning so hot that I felt like I might catch fire. "I was only going to look for a second. Please do not be mad. I'll leave right now. I quit the job and I won't tell anyone what I saw." He picked