All Chapters of Dirty Little Lessons (An Erotica Collection): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I stepped into the classroom, with my usual bold and friendly smile. But this time around, the smile was hiding something. Hiding the fact that a few minutes ago, I had fucked myself hard to the filthy thought of my student. “Hello, professor Lola", the students chorused. “Good day, everyone", I replied. I let the students quiet down with their responses, before asking. “Who is Noah?"I asked. All eyes turned to a boy, a fit looking boy. He slowly raised his hand up. " Here” he said. " Okay, wait behind after the lesson” I said sharply. Everyone gave him a questioning look, but he just shrugged. I went straight into teaching, focusing strictly on the day's lecture, or maybe pretending to focus. Because my mind kept replaying his dirty words and my filthy behavior. I clenched my thighs softly at the thought. The class ended, and the students sprawled out with most of them muttering a “Have a nice day, professor". “And you too", I replied happily, waving at them. The class

Morning sun shone across the blinds, casting its golden stripes on my bare skin. I tossed and rolled onto my side, the sheets wrapped around my thighs. I had flashbacks of the previous night, I couldn't fall asleep, restless and every time I drifted, I was dragged back into the same tormenting dream—his hands, his mouth, his voice calling me “professor” with that sinful voice.Noah.I sat up quickly, as if a hot coal was placed on my skin. My hair was tangled, my pussy was deliciously swollen, my thighs sticky, and the shame I felt burned hotter than the sunlight. I’d touched myself to the thoughts of my own student. The worst part, I’d climaxed with his name on my lips, the taste of me on his tongue, on his lips. I pressed my palms to my eyes. What the hell is wrong with me?I was a professional. A woman who demanded respect. A woman who commanded a classroom of restless, eager minds and kept them in line with nothing more than a glance, and a heartfelt smile. And yet, one man—one b

My body was still slightly trembling from what Noah had just done to me, my thighs were damp and weak, my breath jagged as if I had run miles. His fingers, slick and glistening with my wetness, slid out of me slowly, deliberately, and the sight of them nearly made me collapse again.But Noah wasn’t done, he wasn't even close to being done with me. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, his voice husky with wild desire.“That,” he whispered, “was only the beginning.”A helpless moan escaped my mouth, I should have been disgusted, sending him out of my office, pulling my clothes back into place. But instead, heat coiled in my belly again, and I felt desire rose in me. His mouth captured mine, kissing me like he hadn’t just shattered my pussy with his hands. His tongue tasted me, claiming, pushing, taking. By the time he pulled away, my blouse was half undone, the top button broken where he’d tugged too roughly.Noah smiled at the mess he was making of me. “Take this off.” he comman

The next morning, I stood in front of the mirror for a long time, fussing over every little detail of my outfit.It wasn’t vanity, it was nerves.My first day at the company. My first day working under Armstrong.The memory of his voice, his smile, his nearness in that office replayed in my mind like a song I couldn’t stop humming. I told myself it was silly, that he was just a man. A boss, a handsome, and dangerously charming boss who smelled like temptation wrapped in expensive cologne and suit.I sighed, grabbed my bag, and drove to work.When I stepped into the building, I felt eyes turn toward me. Maybe it was just my imagination, or maybe it was because Armstrong had walked in behind me a few seconds later.“Good morning, Clarabelle,” he said, his voice smooth and professional, but his gaze held a faint trace of warmth.“Good morning, sir—” I caught myself. “Armstrong.”His smile deepened, just slightly. “That’s better.”The way he said it shouldn’t have felt like a reward, but

He pushed me down, "Get on your knees" he muttered. I dropped instantly, my face was directly in front of his crotch, and I could see his length straining against his suit trousers. My pussy clenched with excitement as I looked up at him, and he pushed my face further into the bulge in his trouser. I should have stopped him, but my body has already decided for me. Instead I took that as an instruction to get to work. I unbuckled his belt with trembling hands, as desire rippled through me, then unzipped his trousers and slipped the trouser down his thigh, it pulled up at his ankle. I slipped my hand into the band of his boxer shorts, running my hand up and down his hardened length, then pulled the shorts down too, releasing his monstrous throbbing dick. It was huge, hard, and had thick veins running down his whole length. It looked nothing like anyone I've ever seen, the length was surprising, and the girth? I was mind-blown. To top it all, his dick was pierced, I had never seen a